Re: Fun with an unconcious person(preferably Wrex, gen or non con)
anonymous
June 7 2011, 14:16:03 UTC
It was normal to see the krogan mercenary propped up against a wall, but not this wall. In fact, seeing him in the mess hall at all was sort of a special occasion. With the exception of dinner, Wrex wouldn't step foot into it, grumbling something about humans and crowding his hump. Whatever that meant.
But, even after Shepard rubbed her eyes and blinked, trying to clear her sight of the mirage of Wrex. No mirage, he was there. Asleep. Shepard walked closer, noting that this was the closest that she'd ever been to the merc. When he was awake, he exuded some kind of "don't be close to me" force-field. Must be because he's biotic. They make those sort of fields, don't they?
Shepard took the opportunity to walk closer, eying Wrex's face. No reaction from the sleeping, giant lizard. The texture of his skin reminded her almost of canvass. And suddenly she had a fantastic idea.
Of course, she couldn't do it alone. Tali and Garrus were helping. Joker seemed like the first person to go to, but he said it wasn't worth the beating the krogan would give them. Fragile bones and bloodrages don't mix, he said. Which was fine, Shepard could understand that. The trio stood in the mess hall, Tali stifling a giggle.
“He's going to kill us for this,” Tali said.
“We'll have to take lots of pictures,” Shepard replied, sorting through the few tins of paint they'd find. “Say, Garrus, this color almost matches your facepaint stuff--”
“Not facepaint,” Garrus grumbled, taking the paint Shepard offered him.
“Sure,” Shepard said, picking a tin of matte black paint. “Whatever you want to call it.” Garrus grumbled some more, sounding almost like a petulant child. “Careful there, you're starting to sound like Kaiden.”
Re: Fun with an unconcious person(preferably Wrex, gen or non con)
anonymous
June 7 2011, 14:16:47 UTC
Wrex slumped to the side, crest gouging a scratch into the bulkhead as he went down. On the floor now, arm flung forward wildly, Shepard thought his waist could pass as a nice chair. “Well,” she said. “I need to go get some pillows and a blanket.” Garrus's mandibles flared, some turian expression Shepard couldn't make sense of. She dashed to her quarters, tearing the blanket and pillows off of it. As she reentered the mass hall, she saw Tali painting swirling designs on Wrex's feet. Sort of looked like writing. The armor he wore took the paint rather well, none of the dark purple color running or smearing very easily.
“Good job, Tali,” Shepard chirpped, setting her supplies in a chair. “I want my throne decorated thouroughly before I sit on it.” Garrus painted a copy of his own clan markings on Wrex's wide face, hand shaky.
“He's going to wake up,” Garrus warned.
“Well,” Shepard said. “When that happens, it happens.” She picked up her paint, leaning down to paint a goatee on Wrex's craggy chin. She darted in, adding a curling mustache on his upper lip.
“Are those human clan markings?” Garrus asked. “I kept seeing them on statues on the Presidium.” Shepard bit her lip, nodding. Let him think what he wants.
“Yeah,” she said, drawing a monocle over one of Wrex's eyes. “It's... A mark of respect. We do this to people we respect.”
“Oh, that's sweet of you,” Tali said. “Wrex will appreciate this, then.” Shepard bit her lip harder, nodding wildly.
The swirling designs Tali was drawing now reached up to Wrex's knees. Shepard traced the swirling shapes with her eyes, noticing an almost phallic shape. She highlighted it with the black paint, ignoring Tali's protest. “Uh, that shape is for... good luck,” Shepard said. “So highlight them. And draw them all over.” Tali nodded, eyes twinkling from behind the mask.
“Starting to think you're misleading us, commander,” Garrus said, a twang of humor in his voice.
“Shocking,” Shepard said, drawing more penile shapes over Wrex's broad chest. She added one, giant, hairy one on his codpiece, stifling a giggle. She wrote a few sentences over his thighs, “boy toy” and the like. Wrex might not be able to read them, but the rest of the crew would. Tali's swirls were now up to Wrex's hips, any accidentally phallic shaped were well highlighted in black.
“Looks good from the chest down,” Shepard said, looking to see what Garrus was doing. “What have you got for me, Garrus?”
Re: Fun with an unconcious person(preferably Wrex, gen or non con)
anonymous
June 7 2011, 14:17:30 UTC
Garrus pulled away from Wrex's face, showing off his handy work. The krogan sized copy of Garrus's clan markings stood out from the yellow skin, his scars had been painted blue for good measure. But the best part was his crest. No longer a firey mix of orange and red, Wrex's crest was now a bright blue. He'd used some black to draw a massive phallic shape, this one with four balls and an oddly shaped head, on the flat expanse of the crest.
“It's beautiful,” Shepard said, in awe of Garrus's audacity. “I never expected that from a turian.” She stood up, looking the prone krogan over. “Yeah, he looked great. A perfect throne. You guys did a wonderful job.” She picked up her pillows, propping them up as armrests. The blanket was folded up and placed in the dip of Wrex's waist, forming a perfect seat.
Shepard settled into her new throne, crossing her legs. “Well, what do you think? He's an awfully comfortable seat.”
“Looks great,” Tali giggled, gathering holographic evidence (or blackmail) with her omni-tool. Garrus, shook his head.
“He's going to kill us,” he warned. Wrex snorted in his sleep, as if agreeing with the turian. “We ought to hose him off.”
“No hose or tub big enough for him on the ship,” Shepard said. “Unless you want to push him through the washing machine. Be my guest.” Garrus stepped back, shaking his head. “Well, from what I've heard, krogan can't see up close very easily, thanks to their weird eye placement. Chances are, he won't even notice that we painted him up so pretty.” Shepard stood up, grabbing her pillows and blanket. Some paint had come off, marring the blanket, but Shepard had spares. “Let's just leave him alone. Maybe the crew will get a laugh out of it.”
But, even after Shepard rubbed her eyes and blinked, trying to clear her sight of the mirage of Wrex. No mirage, he was there. Asleep. Shepard walked closer, noting that this was the closest that she'd ever been to the merc. When he was awake, he exuded some kind of "don't be close to me" force-field. Must be because he's biotic. They make those sort of fields, don't they?
Shepard took the opportunity to walk closer, eying Wrex's face. No reaction from the sleeping, giant lizard. The texture of his skin reminded her almost of canvass. And suddenly she had a fantastic idea.
Of course, she couldn't do it alone. Tali and Garrus were helping. Joker seemed like the first person to go to, but he said it wasn't worth the beating the krogan would give them. Fragile bones and bloodrages don't mix, he said. Which was fine, Shepard could understand that. The trio stood in the mess hall, Tali stifling a giggle.
“He's going to kill us for this,” Tali said.
“We'll have to take lots of pictures,” Shepard replied, sorting through the few tins of paint they'd find. “Say, Garrus, this color almost matches your facepaint stuff--”
“Not facepaint,” Garrus grumbled, taking the paint Shepard offered him.
“Sure,” Shepard said, picking a tin of matte black paint. “Whatever you want to call it.” Garrus grumbled some more, sounding almost like a petulant child. “Careful there, you're starting to sound like Kaiden.”
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“Good job, Tali,” Shepard chirpped, setting her supplies in a chair. “I want my throne decorated thouroughly before I sit on it.” Garrus painted a copy of his own clan markings on Wrex's wide face, hand shaky.
“He's going to wake up,” Garrus warned.
“Well,” Shepard said. “When that happens, it happens.” She picked up her paint, leaning down to paint a goatee on Wrex's craggy chin. She darted in, adding a curling mustache on his upper lip.
“Are those human clan markings?” Garrus asked. “I kept seeing them on statues on the Presidium.” Shepard bit her lip, nodding. Let him think what he wants.
“Yeah,” she said, drawing a monocle over one of Wrex's eyes. “It's... A mark of respect. We do this to people we respect.”
“Oh, that's sweet of you,” Tali said. “Wrex will appreciate this, then.” Shepard bit her lip harder, nodding wildly.
The swirling designs Tali was drawing now reached up to Wrex's knees. Shepard traced the swirling shapes with her eyes, noticing an almost phallic shape. She highlighted it with the black paint, ignoring Tali's protest. “Uh, that shape is for... good luck,” Shepard said. “So highlight them. And draw them all over.” Tali nodded, eyes twinkling from behind the mask.
“Starting to think you're misleading us, commander,” Garrus said, a twang of humor in his voice.
“Shocking,” Shepard said, drawing more penile shapes over Wrex's broad chest. She added one, giant, hairy one on his codpiece, stifling a giggle. She wrote a few sentences over his thighs, “boy toy” and the like. Wrex might not be able to read them, but the rest of the crew would. Tali's swirls were now up to Wrex's hips, any accidentally phallic shaped were well highlighted in black.
“Looks good from the chest down,” Shepard said, looking to see what Garrus was doing. “What have you got for me, Garrus?”
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“It's beautiful,” Shepard said, in awe of Garrus's audacity. “I never expected that from a turian.” She stood up, looking the prone krogan over. “Yeah, he looked great. A perfect throne. You guys did a wonderful job.” She picked up her pillows, propping them up as armrests. The blanket was folded up and placed in the dip of Wrex's waist, forming a perfect seat.
Shepard settled into her new throne, crossing her legs. “Well, what do you think? He's an awfully comfortable seat.”
“Looks great,” Tali giggled, gathering holographic evidence (or blackmail) with her omni-tool. Garrus, shook his head.
“He's going to kill us,” he warned. Wrex snorted in his sleep, as if agreeing with the turian. “We ought to hose him off.”
“No hose or tub big enough for him on the ship,” Shepard said. “Unless you want to push him through the washing machine. Be my guest.” Garrus stepped back, shaking his head. “Well, from what I've heard, krogan can't see up close very easily, thanks to their weird eye placement. Chances are, he won't even notice that we painted him up so pretty.” Shepard stood up, grabbing her pillows and blanket. Some paint had come off, marring the blanket, but Shepard had spares. “Let's just leave him alone. Maybe the crew will get a laugh out of it.”
“Morale booster,” Tali said, nodding.
“Exactly.”
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Great story, loved Garrus The Artist :)
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