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Weapons of Eurynome

By Michael Luvar Barnes

T urn had trouble getting into the mood for the excursion he was on. Normally such operations were carried out without his involvement. He was a Researcher, the title given to him when he completed Eurynome's doctorate programs in Machine Smithing, a catchall term for a, sometimes, multidisciplinary student of the scientific arts, with Turn's focus being on mechanics.

Simply put he made things.

A Researcher was better than a Citizen in that they were recognized by the state as being skilled in whatever field(s) they excelled in. Turn made weapons, robotics parts, even did the occasional cybernetic upgrade for people for the right price.

He was paid like everyone else with Time, time being the currency of the nation of New Landon. No one "had" to work, it was something Lady Eurynome took care of after the initial founding of her dictatorship with robotics and volunteer work.

Volunteers were paid in time for, well, their time. Everyone got a twice monthly stipend to use on whatever they wished, with Eurynome distributing through her agents many other things such as clothing, technology for the home or individual, and educational opportunities.

"What are you doing?"

Turn looked to his right at the doberman mix Alterhuman sitting next to him in full Enforcer military ware. Only a few went unmasked when in public, and those that did lived in Central Tower, also known as Center Tower; the prototypical arcology structure that all Towers created after it were based upon and the Capital of New Landon, the country they were currently riding a large multiple compartment transport through the wilderness of.

This was because Enforcers were Lady Eurynome's soldiers, executioners, and spies. Since there were no laws, save whatever upset Lady Eurynome and the people, as determined by Lady Eurynome. Enforcers appeared without warning to dispense punishment upon those that would disturb Lady Eurynome's order.

Currently Turn was trying to figure out what the woman wanted with her prying. "What do you mean?"

The woman pointed a meaty finger at Turn's groin and Turn gazed down only to glance away in shame. He had an erection, again, it was a troublesome problem as of late.

"Excuse me,"

Turn got up to leave, at least until his erection flagged, but the woman stopped him with a large paw-like hand upon his thigh. Her dark fur, piercing eyes, and the fact that she rubbed his thigh made him sit back down.

"You have implants, right?"

Turn knew she meant the brain implants most got to easily access the VR fields throughout New Landon and the computer networks that supported them.

"Yes." Turn replied.

"Programming error maybe? Or your thinking of something you should not be?"

Turn swallowed. "No, just something that has been happening lately."

"Really?" the woman asked disbelieving.

Turn was glad they were by themselves in the Mess compartment of the large transport. "Really, I rarely take the time to "fix" my issue. I spend most of my free time learning, creating, and just having fun."

"But not_that_ fun?" the woman's interest made Turn try to stand. "Stay." her firm hand put Turn back in his seat.

"Isn't this against regulations?" Turn swallowed.

"I am just questioning you, I can hold you until I am done." she squeezed his groin. "You can call me Redline, due to me always shooting until my guns overheat. I did that until I got chewed out by a mission commander and got told to either pick something with better heat dissipation, or get kicked out. Instead, I got put in front line demolitions, Lady Eurynome's intervention, and now spend most of my time doing escorts where the risk of attack is very high."

Turn was startled. Both by her hand gently cupping his boys and her words. "That's a death sentence!"

Redline shook her head, her close cropped hair glinting in the artificial light of the compartment. "I lay down explosive ordinance fire faster than anyone can react. Its apart of my Triple-P, time manipulation."

Turn was not surprised the Alterhuman woman next to him had paranormal abilities, or that her paranormal powers enabled such a feat. Her hand felt supernaturally good against his oft neglected privates. Thoughts of being walked in on faded as he felt her stroke her fingers over his clothed balls. She tilted his head up with her free hand, the gloved hand gently nudging his chin, and kissed him.

Turn was not startled at all by her actions, in fact, he was more startled by the strange sensation he felt, as if the transport had stopped moving, though that was impossible. Even with the shocks the feeling of motion was still transmitted throughout its frame in the tiniest of amounts. But there was nothing but the Enforcer kissing and groping him.

"That is some paranormal power package." Turn breathed as they broke apart. She opened up the zipper on his jumpsuit's fly and reached into the layers of his underwear to fondle his sack directly.

"Nice and full," she pulled Turn into another kiss as she fished out his rod. Stroking it, she glanced down at it as the Researcher tried to keep up with her kisses; he was gifted with the thickness her twat demanded, her desire so great, the needy hole juiced her panties soaking them.

The dog woman's own needs were demanding to be sated. But she had to retain control over her power, time could not flow until they were done, not unless she wanted to explain to her direct superior why she was fucking a hot nerd during an assignment.

But she needed that dick, she did not care if the man was a basic lacking a knot. From the moment she saw his erection, it was as if Lady Eurynome had popped up and gave her a thumbs up and a wink and told her to get on with it before blowing shit up.

Soon enough, she hoped to have something exploding inside of her. Her hands saw to their clothing being opened enough for a quick fuck. By the Black Bitch she needed this, but she needed control. He would have to be on top, something she was not a fan of, but time literally was an issue.

"Babe," Redline pulled away from the befuddled man's lips. "going to need you to do the thrusting."

"Wh-wh-huh?" the man sputtered as he tried to ignore the hand that stroked his dick firmly.

"Babe," Redline narrowed her eyes and flashed her teeth as their eyes locked. "your going to fuck me. Understood? If not, I am going to not have enough control over my power, and I will rape you right where you sit, the hell with anyone finding us. I need you, to do me, hard, and I don't give a fuck if your a virgin, or anything like that. You are male, you are obviously into me, and your about to be really into me. Got it."

Her demanding words made Turn nod his head and grab the bitch by her arm to pull her over the table mounted in the middle of the compartment. It was a hard surface, but the padding of her armor made her not feel it as her slit was stroked through her panties by the tip of the plain human cock rubbing against it.

Sliding aside her panties made Redline shiver and lay back as Turn slid in and gasped as he began to move. Her wet insides were like an oven that used rhythmic clenches to knead his cock each time he bottomed out in her.

To her credit Redline was enjoying herself immensely as she focused on the odd tingle that signaled she was freezing, as opposed to slowing, time for herself and her guest. Nothing within the physical and metaphysical universe touched them. It was them, the table, and a pussy being rammed by a cock with no interruptions expected.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Redline muttered with each thigh jiggling mash of Turn's groin against her own. She knew they would have to clean up after themselves after their little "special assignment", but did not care. She had dick, thick, just the right length, being moved about within her needy hole. Though wimpy looking, the man obviously was not inexperienced, at least traditionally.

Anyone could become a sexual beast with VR, she was not the least bit surprised that he leaned over her grunting form and smiled at her as he hoisted her legs up so he could drive himself deeper.

"This is better than..."

"Better than what?" the bitch teased.

"Better than VR!" Turn had never wanted to admit to being a physical sex virgin, but she felt too good and it had been too long. The only rods he had played with, leading to this moment in part, were used to clean his guns after test firing them.

Redline oohed as Turn drained his balls in her, the spurting of his dick, accompanied by little jerks of it, made her shiver through a small orgasm herself. It was enough to quell the fire, for the moment, but she would need more later. Rubbing Turn gently along his cheek, his lips capturing one of her fingers to suckle upon it, she was surprised when he started thrusting into her again.

"Sorry, but, when I get like this, I cannot hold back." Turn stopped thrusting and unzipped his top completely and loosened his bottom a bit more till it fell away.

"No, need to get naked, just keep doing what you were doing!" Redline barked.

"You will understand in a moment."

Redline blinked until she noticed Turn's eyes gain a dangerous gleam as his body started to ripple, she squealed as his cock shook within her, and for a moment she thought she felt a knot. But, caught up in a better surge of pleasure from the twitching rod, she closed her eyes and focused on keeping time frozen. Suddenly, meaty hands and claws dug into her ass and the beginnings of a knot were sliding between her pussy lips.

Opening her eyes, the doberman mix was greeted by the strange canine-reptilian visage of a Eurtilian male. His name, Turn, was a literal play on words she realized. Turn was a half-breed and likely younger than herself but fully mature if his dick was any indication.

"Oh fuck me!" Redline said with a fear, arousal, and playfulness that surprised her.

Turn knew he would change, he always did when he came. His Eurtilian roots lay with his mother, his human side with a father that never wanted to deal with his rapist mother and their shared spawn; he understood that, understood the lust firsthand that made his mother do what she did. But that lust, the power, along with the knot. All that was going to be used on the female that reminded him of what he could be capable of, of what his people were notorious for.

The hell with the testing of his latest weapon prototypes. The suppressed Eurtilian male was out, and he wanted to fuck, to breed, and he would do so. She had provoked him, and he was going to poke her in response.

Turn laughed to himself as he started to thrust steadily into the wet gash between her furry legs. Though partly crocodilian in coloration and shape, his cock had a knot at the end of it to lock him inside a female for as long as he chose. He was a breeder, and females were meant to be bred, it was simple logic and worked well for him before in the simulations.

Redline threw her head back and grit her teeth as the once weak looking scientist had turned into a sexual demon. Her pussy was full, really full, only a few guys had done that to her and each time it happened she had said never again. But now, now she realized how much she loved being stuffed, the hell with embarrassing trips to the clinic for creams for her bruised cooch, she was in heat and wanted the dick that was savaging her insides.

Turn thrust hard into Redline suddenly, giving her rapid fire fucks that drove out little squeals of pleasure from her. He rode her like she was the last bit of ass he would ever get, her reinforced clothing rubbing and grinding against the tabletop he had her on.

Leaning over her he growled into her ear. "To think, you were going to rape me, well, look who's being fucked now huh?" Turn's dick was sliding in and out of an even wetter pussy than what he had started with. His words had done nothing to stop her from being turned on by his overpowering Eurtilian male musk.

Just like the females of his species, his was a body designed for bringing out the best in his sexual partners. Already his glandular secretions were seeping into her body through his dick; his smell burning its way into her sinuses like his dick was burrowing its way into her pussy.

Already he could tell that he was going to knot her, the meaty ball knocking against her pussy with each thrust. She suddenly started working her hips more, the clenching had never stopped, if anything it had intensified. Now it was a race to the finish as Turn locked inside the bitch's slit with a final shove.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Redline growled as she came around his cock.

Turn released his hold on Redline's hips and leaned over her and kissed her as he came. Part of him did it to show he owned her, the other, softer, human side of him, did it to show he cared. Redline wrapped her legs and arms around her ravager and shivered through one of the best cums she had had since she had started fucking.

She realized she owed it to the stuff her suitor had sprayed inside of her before he came, the lubricating action of his rod had over-sensitized her goods. Gently she released her hold on Turn and laid back.

Turn parted their lips and felt his body shrink, the clothing crumpled around his ankles no longer feeling so tight as his body lost mass somehow via the same function it used to gain it he suspected. It was something he and other researchers had never been able to truly figure out about the transformation capable Alterhumans that lived throughout the world. Just another mystery, but it was no mystery that he would be calling upon Redline again after the testing, he wanted to feel her lips on his dick. Both sets if possible.

The thought made him smile as he grabbed wipes normally intended for food stains and began to clean up his groin. Grinning he leaned forward between Redline's legs and started to lap at her pussy. Her squeals and the fact that she had to shove him away from her lady parts made him realize she was still sensitized from his Eurtilian self's secretions.

Neither spoke as Redline sat up and scooted off the table. She took some napkins for herself and began to carefully collect his deposit. Satisfied she had gotten most of it that had leaked out, she took a few more napkins and folded them and placed them in her panties before pulling them back into place. She had a bit of chaffing from where they had rubbed around during her activities, but was thankful they had not been torn or damaged. Otherwise she would have nothing to hold in the seed that she would feel squish between her pussy lips as it leaked out during the remainder of the mission.

Sitting down where they were seated before, Redline let time flow normally again and smiled to herself. She knew her boss would be paying them a visit shortly. She had a nose for when her best demolition expert got up to no good with her abilities.

Commander Janus stepped into the Mess compartment and glared at Redline barely a minute later. The room reeked of sex, but there was not one obvious bit of proof she had used her powers to screw the happily typing away on his computer slate with his thumbs, Researcher.

"Enforcer." Commander Janus said knowingly to her subordinate with a half grin. "Do you need any heat suppressants?"

"No, not at the moment." Redline said with a grin back. Her stony commander nodded slightly and turned and left the compartment, the door sliding shut with a hiss behind her. Looking at Turn, she smiled. "Turns out, I have a bit of a suppressant right here."