>>41751553
>Check out the station's job board. It's the simplest way of finding work.

>>41751553
>Try the social quarter, after all: there's loads of opportunities to be found in bars right?
Time to get laid

>>41751660
By a dude.
OP did say massive amounts of faggotry.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>41751653
>>41751660
>>41751743
I meant in the general 4chan sense of the word, but the regular kind can be arraged if you like.

Rollin d2

Writing...

>>41751792
I have no problems with a shy sub boi getting pounded.

>>41751792
I know what you meant.

Let's go to the social quarter! After all most adventures start in bars right?

You head to the social quarter of the station. Like the landing deck it is teeming with activity. So many places to go, after walking around for a while several things have caught your attention:

A greasy dive bar called the Chum Bucket... at least you think that's what it's called. The letter between C and U has been stolen and you assume it was an H based on the faded patch in the sign board.

There's a person in an ornate set of power armour handing out flyers. You take one, it appears to be a recruitment ad for E.A.R a quasi religious order of warriors who practiced the art of divine cybermancy. You've heard of these guys: they were formed to combat the threat of extra dimensional invaders that attacked real space from time to time.

Finally there is a robot strip club.

>Check out the dive bar.
>See about joining E.A.R
>Check out the robot strip club.

>>41752021
>Check out the dive bar.
Cum bucket here we go

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>>41752021
>Check out the dive bar.

>>41752052
>>41752066
Bar it is.

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You step into the bar, it's a dimly lit place full of sullen characters.

Several in particular stand out to you:

An insectile alien that is shoveling copious amounts of jello into its face.

A robed figure. While their dress seems plain and unassuming you feel a strange radiance emanating from them. The figure notices your gaze and beckons you to sit.

Finally there is a rather scholarly looking human sitting at one of the tables. Like you he is wearing a space suit and seems to be examining a rather phallic looking statuette.

You smell opportunity already...
>Strike up a conversation with the alien.
>Sit with the robed figure.
>Sit with scholarly human.
>Just go to the bar and get a drink.

>>41752316
>Sit with the robed figure.

>>41752316
>Sit with the robed figure.

>>41752316
>Sit with the robed figure.
Fucked by an angel

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>>41752316
Is number 3 Isaac Clarke?

>>41752334
>>41752346
>>41752352
>>41752386

He could be... but we'll never no now cus we're sitting with the mysterious robed figure.

Writing...

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Interesting as those other people were you feel an irresistable tug to sit with the robed man. As if with a will of it's own your body moves towards the table and takes a seat.

Now that you're closer you can make out a strikingly human face beneath the cowl and...swirly glasses? You realise that it hurts your eyes to look directly at this man even with your helmet filters.

"I have been waiting for you Carbon." his voice was soft, yet deep and commanding at the same time. "Fate has brought you to me to be a part of a grand undertaking. You see I require a custodian to watch over a certain project of great importance to me."

Your interaction module throws up a dialogue wheel on your HUD:
>Sure Buddy!
>Yes my Lord!
>Eh... it's not because I like you or anything.
>Paragon option

You get the feeling that your interaction module has left a few things out. Well you could always talk with your real voice.
>Write in

>>41752641
>Paragon option

>>41752641
>Paragon option
Left Trigger!

>>41752641
>Yes my Lord!

>>41752662
>>41752679
>>41752767

>:3

Writing...

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You are so overwhelmed by the honour being bestowed up you that you immediately stand up and fall to your knees. No... such a great man (you have no idea why he's so great, he just is.) deserves greater supplication.

Still on your knees you crawl forwards under the table and lift up his robe. Even as you fumble with his pants zip you can tell by the bulge there that he has a massive cock. And then you see it! Even flaccid it is truly enormous. You take it reverently in your gauntlets and stroke it gently, growing more and more aroused yourself as the man's mighty member rises to it's full glory!

---------

You wipe the cum from your helmet seal, part of you wants to fire this particular helmet into the heart of a star, another part never wants to take it off.

The stranger beams at you "Your devotion pleases me Carbon. Now come your first shift starts at the end of this cycle."

---------

After a shuttle ride to a secret undisclosed location you find yourself in a hardened underground complex standing before a massive blast door. A crackling sound can be heard behind you as your employer shakes a can of spray paint.

"I will now endow you with the vestments of your office-hold still." You stand perfectly still as he sprays your suit with golden paint, by the end of it all you look positively radiant, though not as radiant as your new employer... no lord.

Your Lord hands you a halberd with a gun duct-taped to it as the blast doors open behind you to reveal a bio lab housing several large sealed canisters. You step inside as your Lord speaks again.

"I name thee my Night Custodian, Carbon. You are to guard this lab until relieved of duty. Heed my words: ensure no harm comes to those giant canisters over there, and no matter what happens: never remove your suit!"

With that the blast door slams shut and you are left to your own devices.

>Patrol the lab.
>Examine the Canisters.
>Watch Web-flix on your HUD.
>Write in

>>41753281
Watch porn and have a quick jerk. Surely only undoing a single part of your suit can't hurt.

>>41753281
>>Examine the Canisters.

>>41753411
>>41753512
We could do both...

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Now that you're all alone you're naturally curious as to why all this stuff was important. The canisters where huge, easily large enough to hold a human. Each of them had letters stamped on them: I,II,III,IV, mostly combinations of I and V with the occasional X thrown in. What a strange labeling convention. Each of the canisters also had a view port near the top and you set aside your halberd to clamber up and take a look. The inside of the tanks is awash with pulsating energy, the radiance reminds you of your Lord and you have to pull away as continuing to look becomes too painful. Before you do you can make out a feminine shape within.

As you take up your halberd once more you feel a familiar urge. With all your adventurers you realise that it's been a while since you had sexual release... but your Lord clearly told you not to remove your space suit...but you also really needed to fap!

Oh well it's not like pulling down the bottom half of your suit so you could reach your crotch counts as removing it. You undo your waist seals and let the bottom half of your suit fall to your ankles. With your nether regions exposed you are revealed as...

>Male
>Female
>Futa

>>41753908
Good lord
Futa, its rare

>>41753908
>>Futa

>>41753940
>>41753962
Of course you guys want it to be futa...

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You were a post-human. Centuries ago some over zealous social justice advocates had decided that if everyone was a futa it would end gender based oppression. So they created the futanari, which only caused even more social inequality as everybody else proceeded to oppress them like crazy because they were freaks. It was the part of the reason why you had social anxiety. The only branch of post humanity that had it worse than you were the furries, damn yiffing faggots.

Anyhow you put your favourite porno on your HUD and get to work stroking your genitals. As your climax starts to build you feel a strange disturbance in the lab. You stop fapping for moment and look around... nothing. You shrug and continue fapping. There was again an almost imperceptible electric tingle in the air. You wonder if this is something to be worried about but then you get to your favourite part in the porno and your fapping increases. As you come closer and closer to your climax it becomes more apparent to you that something is wrong. Tiny arcs of electricity arc off the lab equipment and you feel a low rumble growing in the distance. Now you're really starting to get concerned but you're also so close to the most intense climax you've ever felt that you can't stop now. Even as surges of lightening start to run across the canisters and tiny cracks appear in the walls you keep fapping.

Finally alarm sirens go off and with a might groan you come all across the lab floor. As soon as you do a great storm of energy erupts from the ceiling. The swirling vortex sucks everything into it's maw. One by one the canisters are ripped from the ground and sent spiralling upwards. You are literally caught with your pants down and sent flying upwards into the maelstrom, the bottom half of your space suit and your halberd tumbling away from you.

Oh shit! Why didn't you listen to your Lord, WHY!?
>Try and save your space pants.
>Try and save your halberd.
>Try and grab on to one of the Canisters.

>>41754710
>Try and grab on to one of the Canisters.

>>41754846
Looks like the futa scared everybody off, oh well.

Writing...

>>41755189
I'm back now.

Was playing vidya

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((Sorry, had a temporary power outtage.))

As you tumble through the maelstorm you desperately try to fulfill your duty. One of the canisters flys past and you on tight, clinging to it until your vision blurs and you lose conciousness.

---------

You wake up... somewhere. You think you're on a planet or something, but the sky is all wrong. You get to your feet and clutch your helmet, embarrassment burning within you as you realise you still have no pants. What's worse is that means your suit is no longer environmentally sealed, so the atmosphere of whatever this place was could be slowly killing you for all you knew.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of groaning metal. Behind you the front plate of one of the canisters you "saved" bulges outwards before flying off. A strange feminine figure rises from within, eyes burning with power as she floats across the ground. It doesn't last as her aura fades and she falls unconcious to the ground.

Naturally you rush over to her and check her vitals. Seems like she's still alive. She flinches at your touch and begins to wake. Seeing your golden helmeted visage so close startles her, seeing that you have no pants startles her even more.

"EEEEEEEEEEK!" she screams, scrambling backwards from you.

Your interaction module seems to have survived because yet another dialogue wheel pops up.
>It's okay! I'm here to help.
>Please calm down!
>Shhh! This is not what it looks like.
>Renegade option

On the other hand, maybe none of those options were good enough for you.
>Write in

>>41755745
>Renegade option

>>41755801
I bet I can guess what you think this is going to do. >:3

>>41755745
>Shhh! This is not what it looks like.
Let's not go rapegade option

>>41755745
Does she have pants?!

>>41755917
She's in a form fitting leotard similar to the pic.

>>41755801
>>41755858

I'm glad to see at least one anon is showing some restraint... then again I can't really expect restraint in a quest that allows the shit that's already happened to happen.

Rollin mah d2

Writing.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>41756115

>>41756156
Thanks. I didn't type in the dice syntax correctly.

((Messed up the dice syntax, rolled 2 IRL))

You raise your gloved hands in what you hope is a calming gesture.

"Shhh! This is not what it looks like!"

The woman hugs her legs to her body and glares at you over her knees.

"Look...I-I...uh lost my pants in the maelstorm and...point is: I wasn't trying to rape you."

She was still glaring at you. This wasn't working, you called up more dialogue options from your interaction module.

"Hi, my name is Jay Carbon, what's your's?" Well that was as good a line as any you suppose.

The woman blinks and frowns for a moment.
"I...I don't know. I don't think I have a name."

"How long have you been in that capsule?"

She looks over at the ruptured canister."I came from there? The first thing I remember was waking up and seeing you."

Hmm, if she really was a geneticlly engineered being maybe she didn't have a name yet. The letters on her pod were: VI

Maybe you could suggest one? Your interaction module came up with some choices.
>Douchebag.
>Sir Douchebag
>Russ
>Vi

Those were awful, maybe you'd better think of something yourself.
>Write in

>>41756499
"Most people would kill for the chance to choose their own name. What do you want to be called?"

>>41756499
>Combo-module
Vi-russ?

>>41756588
>>41756659
I think we can do a little bit of both...

Writing...

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"Vi-Russ?"

She frowns at your words. "Why would I want to be named after a diesease?"

"Well most people would kill for the chance to choose their own name. What do you want to be called?"

She thinks for a moment. "I kind of like the sound of Russ, but not on it's own. Lets see: Lilian. Lilian Russ. That shall be my name."

"That's long, can I just call you Lil?"

She glares at you in annoyance.

Your conversation is interrupted by a hissing noise. Turning around you see a Lamia slithering along the ground towards you and Lilian.

"Fufufu, so this is where the foolish guardian ended up."

Oh shit... now you knew where you were: you were in the MAGICAL REALM! The realm of the extra dimensional invaders, where all sentient life's most perverse fantasies are given form.

With a hiss the Lamia bares here fangs and lungs towards you.

Oh noes!
>Attack
>Magic
>Items
>Run

This isn't an RPG! I need to do something that will actually help!
>Write in

>>41757263
Intercepting cockslap! She won't expect it, and will be stunned.

>>41757263
Ever played CoC?
>Seduce

>>41757364
>>41757367
You know what, roll me a d100 each.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>41757531
Seduction

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>41757531
Cockslapper here

>>41757547
>>41757561

Alright

Writing...

Seduction or cockslaps?
/tg/ asks the important questions.

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>>41757717
((I was trying for both but the way the writing turned out was more cockslap.))

Unarmed and without pants there is only one weapon you have left: the D. You Leap at the Lamia, pelvis thrust forward then spin around at the last second hoping to slap her in the face with your cock.

You miss her entirely, instead she slams into you and you both fall to the ground with her on top. Before you can get up she has you constricted in her massive coils.

"My, my Guardian still thinking with your dick, well if that's how you wish to fight then..."

She reaches down and starts to stroke your cock, your will to fight being sapped as you become more aroused.

Urgh, can't move. Roll 1d100 for next action.
>Attmept to break free somehow
>Try and headbutt her, you still have your helmet on.
>Ask Lilian for help. (How do you want her to help?)
>Write in...

>>41757972
>Try and headbutt her, you still have your helmet on.
"LITTLE HELP HERE, PLEASE."

>>41758052
This works.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>41758052


Writing...

You whip your head backward and hear a statisfying crack as your helmet slams into the Lamia's face. You manage to get her to release her grip on your cock, but in respose she only constricts you harder.

Then with a yelp she stops. Looking around you see that Lilian has a very firm grip on the tip of the Lamia's tail.

"Ahhn! My tail! Oh please let go, it's just too much!"

"First release the pantsless golden person."

The Lamia's coils fall away from you and you rise to your feet. You see that she is helpless in Lilian's grip, her face flush with desire. You have no idea how this is possible but Lilian seems to have the creature subdued just by holding on to its tail.

You look at the options on your dialog wheel.
>"What's going on here!?"
>"Where are the other capsules from the lab!?"
>"How do we get back to realspace!?"
>"Where are my pants!?"
>Renegade option
>Paragon option

Or you could chose your own way.
>Write in

>>41758513

Renegade option. Just look where taking the blue prompt got us last time!
This time, someone else can be on their knees.

>>41758513
>Paragon option

>>41758513
Renegade

>>41758513
>>Renegade option

>>41758513
>>Paragon option
We might get a new ally!

>>41758538
>>41758549
>>41758567
>>41758593
>>41758656

Oh now everybody wants to play.

Right we got 3 Renegade, 2 Paragon.

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"What are we going to do with her Carbon, I can't hold her like this forever."

"She's a creature of the magical realm, there are certain techniques you can use to vanquish them. Hold her tight while I finish this."

The Lamia looks at you with a mixture of apprehension and excitement as you push her down, your cock now erect and throbbing. She gasps in pleasure as you start thrusting into her while pinning her hands beside her head.

For a while you just keep ploughing her, harder and faster, slowing down every so often only to speed up again so as to increase her eventual pleasure. As she starts to reach her climax a look of fear passes over her face before being erased by one of ecstasy.

"No! I don't...Ahn! OH! AH! AHHHHHHH!"

The lamia's head explodes, splattering your suit with technicoloured ichor as you give her a literal mind blowing orgasm. The rest of her body just melts into nothing.

Lilian is clearly shocked.

"Oh my...Jay. Was that really necessary?"

"Well we couldn't let her live. Besides, she died with a big fucking smile on her face. Compared to killing her the normal way, we were doing her a favour."

"So what do we do now?"

Even though Lilian can't see it, you have a determined look on your face.

"We find my pants."

((And there's your money shot. I think that's as good a place as any to end things. Feel free to give your comments and feedback. Even though this was just a randumb one shot do you think it could be a full blown quest? Do you even want it to be a full blown quest? Also I hope you guys found it funny since I was writing this for shits and giggles.))

>>41759232
Full quest pls

>>41759232
this would be hilarious as a full quest. Or a mini-series quest of sorts. Just a few sessions, nothing titanic. And yes, it was funny.

>>41759232
It could be a full quest.
Frankly, I kinda hope it doesn't, but I'd join every thread anyways.

>>41759323
Mini-series sounds good to me. I could probably play this out over a few more threads then tie it up before long. The thing is I might not have time IRL. I guess you'll know sooner or later. If I want to take this forward you'll see a sequel pop up.

I'd love to see a full quest / mini-series!

>>41759499
We'll see. A longer quest requires me to put together a more coherent backstory.

Tell you guys what here's the twitter I use for another quest I run. If I decide to run another session of Space Suit I'll announce it there.

Don't hold your breath though.

https://twitter.com/CognisQM