"While I bloody agree with the rape monster sentiment, I'm not doing shit to lower this... thing.   And how the bloody hell should I know what he's doing?  Do I look  like i'm here doing science in shit?"  The gruff armored man stated simply.  THe Grey only turned his eyes briefly to Darion.  "I'm doing my job.  I was hired to do Weapons research, and i'm doing it."  He stated simply, before heading back to his work.  "Blast!  I don't have enough high grade plastic for the synthesis of these three!"  He groaned, tapping his fingers on the desk.<br/><br/>As Neymi's voice came over the intercom, he only stopped briefly.  "Hmph, the only senior researcher here is me.  I'd like to see how she'd get voice recognition from a corpse."  He stated simply.  "And what might this be for, miss?  I'm rather busy, and you fail to realize that i'd love to see the weapons i've made in action.  Sure I might die, but science demands sacrifice for the greater good."  The grey seemed impatient at that, even as he continued working.  As for the guard, he slowly lowered the strange contraption.<br/>*****************************************************<br/>As Issi was doing her best to make Ianthe her new personal cocksleeve, the gel monster happily slithered and writhed inside of her.  Its form was a bit disheaveled, at least to compared to before, but it still was able to form hands to grope and squeeze Issirah's bust, as is continued to slide into her, causing Issi in turn to thrust into Ianthe.  It was like being screwed by a vat of jello, hard, yet yielding, firm, yet wobbly, and yet it was pushing deep enough and expanding that it really was hard to gauge just how much was in there.<br/><br/>As for Toi, he was currently at the bottem of this pile of sex, and seemingly the only one in his right mind.  Assuming his programming didn't get in the way.  Although Toi was likely strong enough to carry all three as they rutted, the question was... would he succumb to his programming, or use his strength?<br/><br/>***********************<br/><br/>"I know you will."  Her companion said, clinging to Neymi like her life depended on it.  Inside Neymi's mind, a duller, disjointed voice stated 'Unless you want us both to die.'    The tech research area was in a bit better shape, although no living things were there, other than the large reptilians and mer folk like creatures.  One approached the pair, looking at Neymi, lapping the air with a low growl.  "Not the matron..."  He hissed, apparently having a little higher intelligence the others.  "Want to mate."  It continued, staring down at her.<br/><br/>"Thats enough."  Her companion stated, eyes glowing lightly.  "UNless... umm.. you'd like to indulge?"  She asked, a bit nervously.  As for Neymi, she would notice that a lot of the gear here was rather high end in terms of technology. At least the place was once clean looking, even if body parts did still fill the area.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>