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this run had not been it for you.
like…
at all.
first were some rookie mistakes that someone like you who’d been on their nth run shouldn’t be making; failed restraint to eyefestation’s gaze, accidental electrocution to some charged water spillage, and that damned tripwire, just to name a few.
you were truly going through it right now though, having gotten a good beating from one of the divine and grazed by pAInter’s bullet in a hasty break to the off switch, along with other wounds that were still healing.
you were tired.
but as you looked up with teary and droopy eyes, there was a spark of hope in you- door 50.
sebastian’s wares had truly never let you down. every time you were in need of something to continue on this endless journey through the blacksite. you did your best to stay out of his hair, he wasn’t here to make friends and you surely didn’t want to piss off the big, bad, saboteur. who’s brute strength and shiftness with picking up misbehaving expendables, cocky voice and degrading words, and monstrous appearance SURELY didn’t cause a twinge between your now chafed thighs.
but as the automatic door slid open and allowed you to stagger through to the now opened spotlighted vent, something tickled inside your stomach.
“psst, over here…” her husky voice traveled through the vent’s enclosed space and into the open room.
with a bit of struggle, you crawl through and are met with the warm glow from sebastian’s esca and a greeting of familiarity.
“funny, didn’t i just see you? anyhow, welcome back.” sebastian was rather calm today, clawed hands clasped together and a little wiggle to his tail fins.
you got to work assessing the items strapped to sebastian’s tail. you could go for a couple batteries and a good ol’ hand crank, but the dull thudding of a slowly forming bruise was calling for immediate attention. so you picked up the medkit and grinned with relief. finally!
“you know the deal.” sebastian’s third and free hand taunted you, ready to accept his rightful payment of flash drives and Manila folders. you gathered data from your backpack, counting it all out on the floor…only to realize you were way short.
“the fuck…?” you felt a pang of anxiety as you recounted everything twice, then thrice.
sebastian just watched, brushing some hair out her face. nothing she hadn’t seen before, not everyone was as great of a scavenger as she.
you felt like you were going crazy as you stared down at the cluster of data, “no, no, no! i had more than enough, i know it!”
in a last ditch effort, you carelessly dumped your backpack out, letting whatever else could be in there fall out. sebastian grumbled at the mess. all that fumbled out was some lint, two spare code-breachers, and the rest of your data that was now nothing more than crumpled paper and broken thumb drives.
you stared in disbelief, jaw slacked. sebastian even cocked a brow and leaned down to excess the mess. “huh…how’d ya manage that?”
you looked up at sebastian with big, shocked eyes, taking a moment to process everything before hiding your face in your hands. the tears from earlier were coming back…
your dilemma was caused by having been knocked on your ass too many times like a nerd being kicked around.
you slumped down, slowly picking up a ripped folder, and seeing if maybe the papers aligned into some coherent.
“don’t even try. i won’t take your trash, expendable.” sebastian folded her arms, third hand pointing to you and your futile attempt to salvage the ruined data.
your frown deepened. :(
“p-please, sebastian, i need that medkit! i-i’m fucked up badly right now!” you gestured to your banged up body, suit torn and dirtied, scratched and scars along the exposed parts of your body. you looked fatigued and burnt out. besides the medkit, you wouldn’t have been opposed to sleeping in the sea bunny room, allowing their little limbs and mandibles to tickle your skin.
“listen, i may be resourceful, but i don’t sell half-used shit. i don’t got barley good batteries, or flashlights with flickering bulbs, my shit is worth its price. so once again, no . another man’s trash will not be my treasure…”
you whined before standing up, approaching him a bit. sebastian straightened up.
“sebastian, PLEASE! i’m begging you! i’ll give you whatever else i have on me plus the good data! anything, please, i’ll do anything for the medkit!” you clasped your hands together in plea to the marine chimera.
sebastian didn’t look amused, there wasn’t even a hint of curiosity in those cyan eyes. her earfin twitched nonchalantly.
her figure clouded and warped as tears bubbled over your eyes, lip wobbling as the pain, fatigue, hunger, and desperation finally began to settle in.
but you had one more offer to give.
honestly, the worst that could happen is he’d throw you out along with the keycard. you’d have to live with the shame until you were free from this hell, but it would be worth it for you in the present.
with a sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes, you grabbed the zipper of your wetsuit and pulled it down. instantly, sebastian’s tail straightened and her eyes widened.
“hey! what the hell are you-?!”
sebastian words muffled as you shoulder the top half of the suit off and grabbed the hem of your sports bra. with a quick tug, the fat of your breast bounced out, nipple instantly hardening in the cool, musty air.
sebastian was quiet now, mouth agape both in shock at the sight and your audacity. after a second, he went limb and just stared.
you were heated with embarrassment at the exposure and as your current actions settled within your consciousness. god, you never imagined you’d be so desperate at your lowest…
“c-can…can i get the medkit?!…please…?” you stammered out, still holding the bra up and letting sebastian get a good look at your boobs. the temperature seeped into your body and you gave a full-body shiver, feeling your chest jiggle with the movement.
sebastian’s ears perked and the glow from his esca brightened every so slightly.
“stay right there.” was all he said as he slithered down to your height, hands coming down and towards your exposed skin. without much hesitation (probably because of how bold your actions were at the moment), a single hand clasped around your boob.
you yelped but arched into her touch. surprisingly, sebastian’s hands were not scaly, they still felt human. her palm was calloused and worn down, but in a sort of soothing (and arousing) way.
then the second hand came down, this time, giving a “small” pinch to the still aroused nipple. this caused another noise of surprise mixed with pleasure, touch starved from the severe lack of TLC given to expendables such as yourself.
sebastian didn't speak, just continued to fondle with your twins, but you could see how this was really affecting him. a brush of violet had settled on his face, there was a subtle wag to his tail, and up close, you can see his white pupils narrowed like a predator looking at its next meal.
using his third hand, he used it to arch your back further, breast close enough to his face that you could feel his labored breath. someone was getting turned oonnnn!~
your breathing was the same, coming out in huffs and whimpers as such minuscule actions had you soaked like a virgin. it wasn’t a comfortable wetness, the crotch of your underwear being squished between your thighs, spreading the essence to your irritated skin.
sebastian just smirked, watching you unfold from being groped, what a loser. Furthering her insistent teasing, she gave an open hand grab to the fat, also allowing her spread fingers to pinch down on your now sensitive buds.
you gave a loud squeal, thighs squirming and clenching at the same time. “p-please! keep…keep going, PLEASE!!” your whines were so pathetic and needy, but if it got you that med-kit AND got you off, you’d keep your word and really “do anything” for sebastian.
“listen to you…” sebastian snarled and kept at her assault on your boobs, “and here i thought i’d seen the worst of your expendables, heh. didn’t know you’d be the one to give up your body something as simple as a medkit. what’s next? gonna let me fuck you silly for a couple batteries? Or even a wall-dweller chunk?”
usually, sebastian’s harsh words were nothing to you, just him being a smartass, but with the situation you’re in right now, it was like a symphony to your aching clit.
sebastian’s nose crinkled in a wicked grin before leaning down to lick a fat stripe against the left boob, saliva glistening the mound in the low shop lights. his tongue was akin to the texture of a cat's, with a nice slit at the tip.
you were a goner. there was a tight coil in your belly, ready to snap with just a bit more stimulation. you wriggled your hips, letting the movement and pressure from your thighs and the texture of your clothes soothe the newfound ache in your clit. it felt so right, so freeing, god just a little more…
suddenly the cold was back, settling once again over your exposed flesh and you vision came back, you didn’t even realize you closed your eyes in bliss.
you stared up at sebastian, a bit out of it from confusion and pleasure. drool had trickled down your chin and your chest was heaving. “wha…?”
“god, i’m not your partner or your hookup buddy, you really thought i’d let you finish?” he barked out a taunting laugh, moving back to look down at your groveling figure, once again landing on your ass as the stability of his hand was removed.
with your boobs out and your dignity gone, all you could do is stare up at him with big wet eyes, face still flushed and legs quivering with a slowly fading orgasm.
sebastian scoffed at your pitiful look, detaching the medkit from her tail and sliding it over to you.
“get healed then get lost, you sad-sack.” the chimera scooped up all your data, counting it in her hands. “i’m taking all of this, by the way. not like you won’t be able to scavenge up some more on the rest of your way.”
your head drooped down as you sighed, trying to focus on fixing yourself up to distract from the fact that sebastian probably thought you were some low-life whore now.
slowly getting up with the assistance of the nearby desk, you adjusted your clothes, making your presentable again. you could still feel dried salvia on your one boob.
with a bit more energy and no longer suffering from bloody wounds, you grabbed the keycard from the desk and shuffled through the vent.
“who knows, expendable,” sebastian called out to you, “maybe pAInter will let you grind your sad cunt against a turret barrel!”
you just whined out loud.