Drool2-1
Drool2-1.Txt - MMMM - Human/Non - September 13, 2004 Drool 2, Map 1 - Revision 1 By SwampRat - With help from Tredain (cl) 2004 Gay Furry Association Another tail of gay demons - Based loosely on the game Doom3. This is part walkthrough, part story so some spoilers. Chapter 1 Arrival
- * Riding the transport Darkstar, the marine knew something was wrong. Counselors with bodyguards Never take transports. Never ride like cargo. But these 2 did... Heard them talking and Knew things were bad. It showed with loose plates, wiring snaking across the floor. The 'welcoming committee' was an overworked cargo handler. 'Report to reception.' OK... Things were plain ugly as he walked into a bioscan room. He hated these scans.. They always made him ill. 'Psst - George. Look at this one.' 'Damn! That's gotta be 11-inches or more. How the hell does he stuff it in his crotch piece?' 'I don't know but we have to check the pool - I bet Simmons wins again. I don't know how the hell he does it!' Everything was fine, so he walked on past. A couple of kiosks blared the usual garbage, and he ignored them - Even when they flashed a picture of some naked guy jerking off in his room.A couple of locked door didn't get any attention either. Saw one of the security bots - Damn thing looked like an anime dog, Sheath and all! Through another door. The desk was a plain metal one and he dropped his bag, getting a PDA and instructions to report in. There was a video disc on the desk, but he wasn't all that interested in the Tour. He might have been if he had known the first 10 minutes was the same boring stuff everybody heard. 30 seconds of blank space. And 3 hours of naked marines wrestling. He would also have been interested in the box that flashed up on the man's screen. It had his name, some bio information and in Red Letters - '11-Incher / 27.94 cm!' Up and past a worker who said 'Damn!', watching his butt while pretending to do something at a console. Down some more corridors with missing panels and cables snaking across the floor. Out just in time to hear a 'pissing contest' between the counselor and someone who was probably the boss. Monorail doors were closed and off the right stood a bored looking guard - Who perked up when the news came of the newbie with the big whang. Up stairs, down stairs.. And a Restroom! Hmmmm - Open shower stalls, Guys feeling each other up, patting each other's butts, bending over even when there hasn't been soap in a hundred years. It had a dual sex sign, but nothing female had come his way yet. Washed his face, and ignored the wet hands patting his butt - He knew all about hazing the new guy. He had to laugh behind a hand at the posters, having things added to them... The Corporation Wants You ( Up their ass! ) Please help keep accidents down ( Use more Lube! ) The Labs are looking for more volunteers ( The horny goats need more 'pages' ) Join the Fast-Track Management Team Today ( And learn how to suck cock while under a desk ) Nobody seemend to notice so he ignored them as well. The kitchen was like any other - except for the weird video game... Option 1 - Get a handjob from a Demon. Option 2 - Get a blowjob from a Demon Option 3 - Screw a Demon in the ass. Please insert penis in slot to begin play. There was no joystick or buttons, just a hole about waist high. As he stood there a creature with brown fur and red eyes appeared on the screen. "Hello sexy - New here? I love hot humans.. All you have to do is unzip and put it right There - Don't be shy, I don't care how you are built - I like All cocks..." When the marine did nothing it hissed, "Com on - Don't you want my strong fingers gliding across your stiffie? Or would you prefer my hot lips tugging on your dick as you shove it down my throat?" He was too shocked to do or say Anything, even when his pants tented a little, pushing against the slot. "Oooooo - Someone's interested after all!" It turned and bent a little, wriggling it's furry ass, moving back so it disappeared below the screen. Looked over it's shoulder, red eyes gleaming. "Come on.. Fuck this demon ass. Make me squeal - Make me beg you for it." The slot vibrated as the creature on screen wriggled it's rear. The man panted.. But moved away. "Awww... You sure? I would Love to play with your hot man-meat.." It pouted, then grinned and licked it's lips seductively.. He backed away, a bit red around the ears when the others laughed. Gossip being the usual way to find out things firsthand, he snags a PDA to get the lastest - Which was not much. Some talk of a new guy who was hung like a horse. Bets on who got him first. He wondered who they were talking about as he cased the area - Synthacola, GoatBurgers.. Just like home. 2 guys talking about being shorthanded reminded him why he was here. Through another door, where 2 more workers yak about the weirdness going on in someplace called Delta. Another kiosk - Scientist missing, Volunteers needed ( Hah ), Health and safety.. Guys working in the offices waved to him as he passed. And grinned when he moved to the next set of doors. "Report to Command HQ - That way." 'You happy to see new blood, or you always got a boner that shoves your pants out and leaves a stain on the wasteband?' As the marine walked away, a bot walked up and nuzzles the guard intimately. 'Later,' he whispers to it, and it makes some disappointed sounds, then goes back to it's routine. Across in the infirmary, a marine is holding down a man on a medical slab, while a doctor sedates him. "Third one this week.. What the hell is down in Delta that is turning these guys into Satyr's?" The man sighed, 'Cock', gripping the marine's crotchpiece in a deathgrip, as he passed out. Across from the Infirmary, a technicion drooled over the idea of a guy with 11-inches... At least things were 'normal' Around HQ - Someone asking for backup security, Someone working on a Droid. Even the Combat Prep clerk looked bored to tears.. Probably counting that box of shells for the 20th time that week. A video Disk? Oh Great - Standard PR stuff, hardly worth looking at. And some notes on how to use a plasma gun as a sex-toy. Both the guy working on a bot and the guy at the video desk seemed busy enough, as he walked on through, but both winked at each other, and made motions of their hands as one does when telling how big a fish they Almost caught was. * * * * Orders
- * "Took your sweet time marine." The usual crap. Heard it from the moment he enlisted. Follow a bot, down to Maintenance, Take the elevator to Level 2 and out to the old comm center. The 2 men at the consoles were busy as well, putting bets on how long the New guy would stay virgin. The sentry waited for him making sure he watched it's butt all the way, stump of a tail wagging every time it shoved it's 'head' into a crotch. Someone was either perverted or had a sick sense of humor.. But he did as he was told, watching it unlock a door, letting him through. At last it went to it's 'bed', circling it just like a canine.. Sheesh. Down the stairs was Locker 001. Remembering the PDA message he punched in 396 and it opened - Some bullets, a medipack, and a broken piece of machinery. If he didn't know better, he would swear it was a semen collection sleeve - But nobody had any need for such here. And Definitely not with 3 holes. Down the elevator, to the Underground. End of Chapter 1