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.”
“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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