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turnabouttoothbrush · 8 years ago

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Diamond Slut

Once again, we are joined by a special guest sporker, helpfully contracted out by my older brother, Sith Droideka. Said guest sporker may be familiar to our older readers: Queztalcoatl!!!

No, not that one! This one.

(We open up in our sporking theatre.)

Quetzalcoatl: Well, well, well, what do we have here? Seems like normal but something seems… off. Has it always smelled like gunpowder so strongly in here?

Chill: Q! It’s you!! I haven’t seen you in years!

Kiri: Yeah, not since the days when neither Chill nor I had a solid characterization to share between us…

Quetzalcoatl: It has been some time. I got a note from Tlaloc that he met Silverpelt and Hawksky. I hope they’ve been doing well. So, what do we have here today?

Chill: “Well” is a relative term with those two…

Kiri: We’re doing a Metal Gear Solid fic, unfortunately. (For me, mostly, since apparently I’m the “resident Metal Gear sperg”...) It’s written by the same author who has an omegaverse fic that is 23 chapters long and still updating… pretty sure we sporked something of theirs before once? *looks it up* ...right, right, that lame high school AU and the daddy kink fic...

Chill: The point is that, as far as we can tell since we just skimmed half of the first chapter in preparation for this, it’s just a gratuitous sexfic that is basically MGS in name only! Otacon’s even genderbent in it for no discernable reason~

Quetzalcoatl: I wonder if that would make Tlaloc happy or sad?

Chill: Well… doesn’t he like Solicon? Because the tagged ships are just Big Boss/Otacon and Kazuhira Miller/Otacon.

Kiri: They’re not even in the same generation...

Summary: This takes place a few years before Metal Gear Solid where gender switched Otacon is working for Big Boss, Ocelot, and Kaz on Metal Gear.

Kiri: Okay but why. This doesn’t contextualize the fic, it just makes us more confused! It doesn’t fit with the canon timeline at all!!

Chill: Kiri, we’re literally one line into the summary, calm down...

Solid Snake works for Big Boss and is Otacon’s bodyguard. Otacon will, eventually, sleep with a lot of people by the time this story is over.

Quetzalcoatl: #fanfiction

Chill: Anyway, the fic’s only two chapters long, so… no, ‘she’ won’t...

Otacon covered her mouth and tried her best not to cry out.

Big Boss was buried between her thighs;

Kiri: Six feet under, maybe.

his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide apart, his fingers pressed against the sensitive skin behind her knees, pushing her leg up to her chest. She couldn’t move, could barely wiggle, her eyelashes fluttering madly as he licked her clit, his other hand, large rough fingers, teased at her slick entrance.

Quetzalcoatl: What was the point of making Otacon a girl here? I feel like there’s plenty of other women they could’ve used. Like Paz or something.

Kiri: Paz would make marginally more sense, yes.

Chill: I have no idea, lol. Considering how much omegaverse fanfiction this author writes, I really think they just like straight sex. (Because you know, with the mpreg and the self-lubricating anuses, omegaverse sex is basically straight sex without the tits.)

Kiri: *shudders*

She was completely and utterly naked underneath him, the only saving grace being his great coat that he had laid on the ground of the cave before he beckoned her to come closer.

Quetzalcoatl: I feel like a cardboard box would be more likely.

Kiri:

Chill: So, uh, what happened to Otacon’s clothes, anyway?

One finger slipped in easily and Otacon shook her head, whimpering. She wasn’t supposed to make a sound, it would draw attention to them Big Boss had warned, rumbling into her ear as he lowered the zipper on her too large white coat.

Quetzalcoatl: So I suppose that Otacon still stands for Otaku Convention here. What’s her real name though?

Chill: Does- does ‘Hal’ even have a feminine equivalent?

Kiri: Knowing Strangelove, she’d name a daughter “Joy”...

Chill: Point. I wonder if the author actually thought this through, though.

She wasn’t quite sure who they were supposed to be hiding from, they were technically still on the base

Chill: So… uhh… hate to be that girl, but, like, why are they having sex here~?

Quetzalcoatl: Maybe I missed something, but… since when have abandoned oil rigs had caves? Or is this in Zanzibar Land or something.

Kiri: I… don’t think they’re on their base right now? Honestly, I have no idea. I’m imaging Camp Omega in my mind, which does indeed have at least one cave near it.

but hidden deep in a cave out of site. Away from distractions, away from the soldiers, away from them.

Another finger pushed in, stroking her walls, stretching her.

Otacon’s mouth fell open and she gasped, heat like hot lava sinking deep into her belly,

Kiri: *sighs* Ever since I wrote When I Think About You I Touch Myself, any body-related heat metaphor/simile makes me think of the line “hot and tight, like a vacuum crossed with a firepit”.

building as Big Boss’s tongue frantically rubbed against her clit. She arched her back, dropping her hands to grab his thick hair, holding on for dear life as her orgasm tore through her. She couldn’t both back the moans, her hips bucking against his tongue and fingers.

Quetzalcoatl: She “couldn’t both back the moans”? What, exactly, does that mean?

Chill: Author’s typing with one hand down their pants…?

She collapsed on his coat, shivering as Big Boss lifted his head, licking his lips. He slipped his fingers from between her thighs, and brought them up to lips. Otacon panted, watching him lick his fingers clean.

Quetzalcoatl:

“You taste sweet.” Big Boss murmured.

Otacon blushed, ducking her head.

Big Boss rumbled deep in his chest.

Chill: Like a lawnmower?

Kiri: Why was a lawnmower the first thing you thought of…?

Quetzalcoatl: Reminds me of Kirito and Asuna and their blender noises in SAO Chapter 16.5....

He tipped her chin up and pressed his lips against her, kissing her sweetly.

Quetzalcoatl: Well, that’s one word I don’t associate with Big Boss.

Kiri: Maybe if he’d just eaten a bunch of sweets. Or random dead things that happened to taste sweet, I don’t know. I’m a cat, I have a very poor concept of ‘sweet’.

Quetzalcoatl: I’m not sure that Big Boss would have any different of a taste...

Chill: Fruit or mushrooms would be my guess. Ooh! Or a simmered fruit with mushrooms, or whatever it’s called, from the new Zelda game! Since Breath of the Wild is basically the Snake Eater of LoZ.

Kiri: And the Xenoblade Chronicles, and the Cooking Mama....

Quetzalcoatl: And the Skyrim. Don’t forget that. Or so my wife tells me.

She moaned, tasting herself on his lips.

Kiri: Sounds gross, thanks.

He was gentler then she thought he would be.

Quetzalcoatl: “I expected him to basically kill me.”

Part of her had expected him to push her against the wall, strip her of her clothing

Chill: So she did have clothing at some point...

and fuck her until he came; instead he had shouldered off his coat and stripped her of her clothing, kissing every inch of her exposed skin. He was still dressed and he had brushed away her hands when they went to unbutton his shirt.

Quetzalcoatl: This is Big “Tactical Hugging Action” Boss we’re talking about here.

Kiri: If the date with Kaz mission was anything to go by, Big Boss’ seduction strategy employs a lot of chokeholds and spammed meows.

Chill: I don’t think you’re supposed to use the ‘meow’ in that op.

Kiri: Well… the game lets you...

Otacon shivered in the coolness of the cave, her nipples hard and aching. Big Boss hummed, letting go of her chin to cup her breast.

“Cold?”

Chill: That’s what happens when you’re buck-naked in a cave.

“Yeah,” Otacon murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting his warmth.

Quetzalcoatl: I wonder how well the human body burns. Perhaps I should ask Huitzilopochtli.

Kiri: Pretty well, I hear. Fat acts as an accelerant.

“Hm,” Boss grunted, resistant at first before he settled between her thighs again. He was a lot heavier then she expected but it was a good weight and Otacon nuzzled close to him. His fingers trailed down her breast, down her ribs, ticking her belly button and she shied away from his hand, then hummed, honey sinking into her bones, making her feel warm as his fingers cupped her sex.

Chill: I’m not the only one who thinks that referring to genitals as “their sex” is, um, aggressively boring, right?

Big Boss eased himself back a fraction and pulled down his zipper, reaching inside and freeing his cock.

Otacon flushed, catching sight of it. She wasn’t a virgin, not since a hazy alcohol induced night in college,

Quetzalcoatl: With Snake or Julie or Naomi or...

Kiri: College would be too late for it to be Julie or an equivalent (stepfather? Huey died instead of Strangelove, or their genders were also switched?). Huh, I don’t really find it fair that genderbending Otacon would make his backstory less traumatic.

Chill: Snake never went to college, I bet it’s Naomi.

Kiri: *stiffly* We don’t talk about Naomi/Otacon here, thank you.

Chill: *rolls eyes*

but she hadn’t exactly been with other men since then. Okay, maybe no men, but she had seen enough videos on the internet to not be completely naïve about what a man’s cock looked like.

Kiri: ....implying that the drunken night in college was with another woman, I suppose.

Chill: It really was Naomi!

Kiri: Oh, shut up!!

Although Big Boss wasn’t any ordinary man, and his cock was a bit bigger then she was expecting, and she wondered for a panicked moment if he would fit.

Quetzalcoatl: Plot twist. It doesn’t fit. Because it’s all plastic surgery.

Kiri: ...that comment is raising questions about TPP that I’ve never asked myself before...

Big Boss laughed and Otacon ducked her head into his arm, hiding her face.

Evidently she had spoken that last part aloud.

“Trust me, I’ll fit.” He smiled, rubbing his nose against her ear.

Chill: Did it smell like the ocean?

Kiri: ...what?

Chill: Nevermind, I just got I think two different comments mixed up.

Otacon peaked up at him, her cheeks pink.

Quetzalcoatl: Otacon sounds like some sort of animé.

Chill: He is.

He studied her with that piercing eye of his before he pressed his lips against her ear, flicking his tongue into the delicate shell.

Kiri: Sounds like it would taste bad. But again, Big Boss we’re talking about here...

She moaned, arching her neck as his gently nipped her lower lobe. She shivered when he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against her entrance before shifting his hips a fraction and slipping inside.

Quetzalcoatl: I feel like we should make this more interesting. Suggestions on couples that aren’t Metal Gear?

Kiri: Isn’t your other go-to Soriku or Akuroku?

Chill: I was going to suggest Vash the Stampede and Nicolas D. Wolfwood~

Kiri: No. A different straight couple would make more sense here, anyway.

Chill: Cop-out!

Quetzalcoatl: But who?

Chill: Harmony.

Ocelot gasped,

Kiri: Wait, where the fuck did he come from?

Quetzalcoatl: Why am I not surprised Ocelot’s there to stalk Big Boss?

Chill: I could totally buy him being a voyeur. It just feels right, you know?

grabbing the front of his shirt, her wide eyes meeting his blue one. He lifted his hips, and with a shallow thrust, pushed in halfway. She shifted underneath him, trying to spread her legs, to ease some of the sudden pressure between her thighs when he thrust in again, quietly cursing under his breath as he sunk home.

Chill: Anyway, I don’t think we need to find + replace the names to prove that this sex scene is totally generic when the author’s already devolved into just using pronouns...

Quetzalcoatl: There’s nothing to replace!

She whined, high pitched and frantic, as he set the pace. He planted his hand on the wall of the cave above her head, his face tucked next to hers. His other hand wrapped around her right thigh, his grip so tight she could already feel the bruises forming.

This was a fuck of a lot better than any internet video on Friday night.

Quetzalcoatl: Ah… but what about Thursday night?

Kiri: Well, that’s different. Besides, new episodes of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure come out on Fridays, so that really cuts into the porn time.

Chill: Which she’s obviously referring to, because everyone knows JJBA is better than porn! Or sex, for that matter.

Her entire body shook with each thrust, and she tried to meet him, but the way she was positioned underneath him, she couldn’t, all she could do was cling to his broad shoulders and into his ear with every thrust.

Chill: I think she accidentally the verb.

She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, desperately wanted to cling to him but Big Boss growled in her ear and Otacon’s toes curled at the sound.

Quetzalcoatl: I wonder what Ocelot’s doing now.

Kiri: Touching himself, probably. And/or filming this.

There was nothing she could do except shiver and tremble underneath him, her body open to him. She could feel his muscles flexing under his shirt, and drowned in his scent of heavy cigar smoke and aftershave.

Chill: Implying that Big Boss would bother using aftershave? Or… know that he’s supposed to use it in the first place…?

Quetzalcoatl: I’m sure Mr. I-thought-Santa-was-real-until-I-was-39 uses aftershave.

When the hand holding her thigh drifted back towards her core,

Chill: ….leeeeeeeeeeeading you doooooown into my co~re, where I’ve become so numb…

Kiri: I don’t think numbness would be… acceptable… here.

Chill: That’s the joke. This sex sounds awful.

Otacon stilled, her eyes growing wide, gulping air as his fingers traced around her stretched, slick, lips before drifting up to ruthlessly rub her clit with two fingers.

Quetzalcoatl: Oh, just get on with it already! Stop being so boring!

Chill: This is, like, the opposite of that YGOTAS “Just fuck already!” gif we always use.

“Thought you might like that,” Big Boss chuckled as he resumed thrusting.

Otacon tried to speak, to whimper, or cry out, or make some sort of sound

Kiri: Aren’t you two still trying not to get caught??

instead she weakly hit his wide shoulders, silently begging him to stop. It was too much, his cock to big, his fingers abusing her sweet spot while he watched her with that all knowing look.

He knew it was too much.

Chill: Sooooo… he should stop, or at least slow down, right…? I mean, it’s gonna start getting kinda rapey if he doesn’t, honestly.

Kiri: Rapey, or at least rude and inconsiderate as hell.

Otacon’s eyes screwed shut, clawing at his shoulders as she wiggled underneath him, trying desperately to focus on his fingers but his cock wouldn’t stop, and it was hard to be honest. Suddenly she felt claustrophobic, pinned to the ground underneath him, she couldn’t breathe, her head dizzy, panicked.

“Now cum like a good girl,” Boss purred.

Quetzalcoatl: Ah! Now the Boss is here!

Kiri: I would call that an improvement. Although Otacon is sort of her kid… in spirit, I suppose… not that she’d really know, being long dead by that point and all…

Quetzalcoatl: Wouldn’t that make it worse, then?

Kiri: It would… :(

Otacon couldn’t stop the high pitched whine, could only still for a moment, her body tensing underneath him before she bucked her hips up, desperate to meet his thrusts, desperate to follow his fingers, as those lovely lights danced behind her eyes.

Afterwards she slumped to the ground underneath him, her thighs spread wide, holding weakly onto the front of his shirt as Big Boss, satisfied with her response, bowed his head, his hand returning to hold her thigh and doubled his efforts.

Chill: Noooo, can this scene just be over yet??

Swallowing, her heart still pounding, Otacon wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his ear close to her mouth.

Quetzalcoatl: “I introduced your parents. And then your dad killed your mom maybe”

She was in that moment, that post-orgasmic moment when she wanted more of him, more of his weight, his cock. She wanted more of him inside of her. And she was going to poke the tiger and see what response she got. The idea of pushing Big Boss’s buttons thrilled and downright terrified her, but she so wanted to see what he would do.

Quetzalcoatl: It’s a Hideo Kojima game. He’ll probably just pee on you or something.

Chill: Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Otacon were into that stuff.

Kiri: I wish I could argue against that.

“Will you fill me up?” Otacon whispered.

Big Boss stilled, panting against her breasts.

“What?” He groaned.

“Will you fill me up with your cum? Fill me up until I’m dripping and sticky and your cum drools down my thighs?”

“You want me to cum in you?” Big Boss growled.

“Please.” Otacon whispered, kissing his ear.

Kiri: *insert pithy comment about the lack of protection and the law of badfic pregnancy here*

Boss rasped something in Spanish,

Chill: “Mi aerodeslizador está lleno de anguilas.”

Otacon didn’t know nor did she care. All she cared about was his sudden jerking thrusts; his increased speed as he fucked her body, fucked her like she was always meant to be there available and open for him whenever he wanted her.

Quetzalcoatl: Why Big Boss and Otacon of all people? Why not normal Solicon?

Kiri: I… have literally no clue. And this is coming from a person who currently has an Otacon/Solidus fic in the works.

“Please,” She begged, her voice getting higher and higher with each thrust until she was crying into his ear again.

“Fuck!”

He grunted, his body tensing above hers and she ran her hands down his chest to his stomach and down to his pelvis, stroking his hip bone as he thrust once, twice, and finally a third time before he collapsed on top of her.

She moaned.

She could fucking feel him cumming inside of her.

Quetzalcoatl: *yawns*

Otacon panted underneath him, stroking his back as he lifted himself finally, pulling himself out before he rolled onto his back, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

Chill: Are they done yet?

Otacon hemmed, keeping her legs open as her fingers drifted to her own pussy. She resisted the urge to shut her eyes, instead pushing two fingers into her abused cunt, thrusting shallowly. Satisfied, she brought her hand up to her lips, inspecting her cum covered fingers.

“You gonna eat that?” Big Boss breathed.

Quetzalcoatl: As always.

Kiri: His stamina gauge is starting to run low.

Otacon licked her fingers then suckled them, sighing happily as Big Boss silently watched her.

“I should lock you in my quarters.” He finally rumbled.

Chill: Ah, I see he’s been reading Liquid Snake’s How To Talk Dirty, a Guide to the Bedroom: “Raise as many red flags as humanly possible without saying you’re going to inhabit their skin (optional).”

Kiri: You really liked that joke so much you had to repeat it word-for-word…?

Chill: Er...

Otacon glanced at him, shivered at his stare.

Quetzalcoatl: I, too, get the creepy vibe from Big Boss.

She wanted to ask him what he meant, if it was a threat or a promise, when gravel crunching under boots both made them look up.

Her bodyguard Solid Snake stood five feet from them, his eyes taking in Otacon’s body, her spread legs, the bruising on her thighs, the blush blooming on her cheeks and spreading down her chest to her small breasts.

Quetzalcoatl: ?????????????

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??????????????????

Kiri: Is this just, well, walking in on your (whatever the term is for someone you’re bodyguarding) in an awkward situation, or did Solid just get cucked?

Chill: Again?

Kiri: What did I say about bringing up Naomi/Otacon?!

Otacon shivered. She crossed her arms over his breasts, noting the shift in Solid Snake’s eyes. She moved to close her legs when Big Boss’s hand slipped between her knees, forcing her legs apart.

“Keep them open,” He rumbled.

Quetzalcoatl: This man rumbles more than volcanoes.

Otacon shifted, resisting his hand at first, but whimpered as he pried her legs apart, pushing them up, showing her off to Snake.

Chill: And… Otacon’s just fine with her lover(???) showing her off to his son like that…??

Kiri: That depends. Are we going to get any open acknowledgement of the fact that Solid is Big Boss’ son? Because if we can pretend he’s not/assume he isn’t in this AU, that would make this slightly less creepy and inappropriate.

Satisfied she wouldn’t move, Big Boss sat up, tucking himself back into his pants, and stood up. He straightened his clothing and turned to Snake.

“Boss!” Someone called from the cave’s entrance.

Kiri: Okay seriously where the hell are they. Why are there friendlies here, did Big Boss bring them with him or does this take place near his base?

“Snake, when I’m gone, wrap her up in the coat and bring her back to the base safe and unseen.” Boss said, eyeing the entrance.

“Yes, Boss.”

“You can look, but you can’t touch.” Big Boss ordered.

Quetzalcoatl: ...I guess Otacon is a piece of meat now for these two.

Chill: How… is Solid supposed to wrap Otacon up in the coat without touching him? ...her?

Snake’s Snake nodded wordlessly.

Quetzalcoatl: Nice of his pet to join us.

Chill: I hope it’s his pet, and not a euphemism...

“Follow when we’re gone.” Boss finished, walking towards the entrance like he had just had a nap, like he hadn’t fucked Otacon, and not like his cock hadn’t been in her moments ago.

Otacon swallowed, shifting uneasily under Snake’s gaze.

It was similar to Big Boss’s, but there was a rabidity, a feralness in those grey eyes

Kiri: *bored* He has blue eyes. Grayish blue, I’ll grant, but the blue’s more noticeable.

that scared Otacon. She whimpered, pawing at the ground as Snake wordlessly stepped closer and kneeled in front of her. His hands hovered over her thighs, and Otacon trembled as his hand drifted over her core, hesitant, before he sat back, his gaze racking up and down her body.

Kiri: ...have a little decency, man. Either of you!

Otacon waited until Big Boss was out of ear shot before she nervously closed her thighs, shifting uncomfortably under Snake’s gaze.

Wordlessly, Snake helped cover her with Boss’s great coat and picked her up bridal style.

“If it was up to me?” He asked, his voice rough, carrying her towards the entrance.

Otacon looked to him.

“I would never let you off your knees.”

Quetzalcoatl: There are no good guys in this story.

Chill: Oh, he’s also been reading How To Talk Dirty, a Guide to the Bedroom.

Otacon shivered, hiding her face in Snake’s shoulder.

How the hell were they supposed to share a room now?

To Be Continued…

Quetzalcoatl: Why

Kiri: Arguably the bodyguard sharing a room with the person he’s guarding makes more sense than Big Boss wanting to get it on with an inexplicably female Otacon. Not that the latter makes sense, of course, but the bodyguard thing kinda does. Especially if they’re not sharing a bed.

Chill: I’m just in awe that this fic never turned into Solicon, judging by the tags.

CHAPTER TWO

Otacon shifted nervously on her chair.

Quetzalcoatl: Much like me!

She was in sub commanders Miller’s

Chill: The way “sub commander” is written out makes me think it’s referring to Kaz being a sub, like, sexually… like, D/s sub…

Kiri: I get it.

Chill: I mean, he did like getting beat up and choked in the date with Kaz mission, so...

office waiting for the man. The room was decorated with supportive posters on the wall that encouraged the men to do their best, and fight for Big Boss.

Kiri:

Well, she and Snake.

Quetzalcoatl: Is Big Boss now a she?

Chill: Sure, why not?

She glanced over her shoulder. Snake stood behind her at ease, his hands behind his back, and a bored look on his face. The first few days after Snake had found her with Big Boss had been a bit unnerving, and tense, and completely awkward. She’d awoken to him groaning in his sleep in their shared room, before he rolled onto his side, his back to her.

Kiri: Alright, so they are apparently sharing a bed after all. Nevermind what I said. This makes no sense. How is this not a Solicon fic.

Quetzalcoatl: To be fair, this could be them sharing the room and him turning over in his own bed to have his back to her.

Kiri: Oh, true.

Chill: ...but do we really want to give the fic that much benefit of the doubt?

It wasn’t that she was scared of him. Except maybe she was a little scared of him,

Chill: Make up your mind, lady.

but his words to her had hit a core and left her squirming under her sheets, her fingers slick as she rubbed and fucked herself, biting the pillow to cover her moans and whimpers when she came.

Quetzalcoatl: I feel like this kind of thing is really common in badfic. *yawns*

Kiri: Wish I had a nickel for every stupid “masturbating in the same room as the person you’re fantasizing about while said person sleeps” scene I’ve had to read… I could afford to pay the fanfic characters’ rents so they wouldn’t have to share rooms anymore.

If Snake knew what she was up to, well, the thought made her shiver.

“Are you alright?”

Chill: *as Otacon* No. I’m trapped in a really poorly thought-out fic with no context and no way to return to my proper gender. Also I had sex with your dad

Quetzalcoatl: *as Snake* Yeah, I saw that.

Otacon blinked, noticing Snake was watching her with that piercing gaze. She flushed, turning her attention to Miller’s desk. Nervously, she pushed up her glasses.

“I’m, ah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Chill:

“Hmmm,”

His rumbled response made her shiver again.

Quetzalcoatl: Everyone is half volcano!

“What do you think he wants?” Otacon swallowed, trying to change her thoughts.

Before Snake could respond, the office door opened and Kazuhira Miller entered. His hair was tied back into a pony tail and his metallic arm glinted in the office’s light.

Kiri: So… there has been a definite passage of time here, it isn’t just an “Otacon (and Solid) are inexplicably adults when Big Boss and Kaz are in their prime” AU. So basically Big Boss was fuckin’ old during the first chapter.

Chill: Remind me again how much smut you’ve written that’s involved Ocelot?

Kiri: Uh.

Chill: And so far not a one of them had him any younger than fifty.

Kiri: Shush!

“Good, you came.” He said, walking around his desk. He shuffled some papers, piling them into three separate piles.

Quetzalcoatl: “I’m here to teach you about socks.”

Kiri: “Remember, you can drink your own saliva, but never spit it out.”

Chill: “What have I told you about waiting 30 minutes after you eat to play a game?”

“You did order me to come in, Sir, so…” Otacon said.

Snake straightened his stance, his attention focused.

“Right, right.” Kaz sat in his chair. “It’s been noticed that you seem occupied as of late.”

Otacon blinked.

Quetzalcoatl: “Something to do with you stealing my Big Boss away. You’re like that stupid Ocelot.”

Kiri: “You’re too young for him, anyway. Damn kids…”

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“You have been distracted, moral is down,

Chill: I’ll say.

and your performance has been noticed.” Kaz said, his tone even.

Otacon’s eyes widened. “N-No! I have been making progress with the Metal Gear, and-and-“

Quetzalcoatl: What if they made him a genderbent Huey instead of Otacon?

Kiri: In this fic? There wouldn’t be a difference. ...aside from being a little more viscerally disturbing.

“Big Boss has been concerned that your attention might be waning, and that maybe you would be better suited in other sections on the base.”

Chill: Like the sex dungeon?

Kiri: Why do they have a sex dungeon?

Chill: Well, Ocelot’s mentioned in the summary, isn’t he?

Otacon’s breath caught and she flushed, looking down to her lap. She wondered if Big Boss was mentioning keeping her in his room. She squeezed her thighs together at the thought of the man’s broad shoulders and weight and, crap she was getting wet just thinking about it.

Quetzalcoatl: Someone really likes old men.

“Now, I have reassured Big Boss that perhaps through some discipline, you would be more appreciative of your position as head researcher.” Kaz drawled.

“Discipline?” Otacon gasped.

“Sir?” Snake asked, his voice uncertain.

Chill: *as Snake* I guess it makes sense that you’re into that kind of thing, Master, since you do make everyone call you ‘Master’. It just never occured to me that you’d be into not being on the receiving end of it…. You are kind of... twinky…

Kiri: *as Kaz* That’s just the pot calling the kettle black, Snake.

“Oh yes.”

“How am I supposed to be punished?” Her voice was dry, and she shifted nervously in her chair.

“Well, this is technically a military installation, and as such, punishment is in order.

Kiri: You’ve said as much, yes.

If you were one of the men, I would have you scrubbing the all the men’s bathroom with a toothbrush, but you’re not. And since you’re technically not a private contractor, I can’t send you off base for two weeks without pay. So, this leaves me in a bit of a quandary.”

Quetzalcoatl: How about… not punishing her?

Chill: Considering there were, like, medical and intel and R&D and cooking units and stuff like that with MSF in canon, you’d think there’d already be some protocol in place for staff members who weren’t behaving but weren’t technically “one of the men”, which I think just refers to the, y’know, the grunts.

Kiri: If Huey was any indication, it’s locking them in their labs and eventually putting them on trial.

Kaz shook his head.

Otacon swallowed.

“You’re not putting her in the brig, are you?” Snake asked.

“Oh no, no, no.” Kaz waved his metallic hand. “No. I have just the thing.” He stood up and went to the file cabinet. He reached behind it and pulled out a rattan cane with a black handle.

Quetzalcoatl: *as Kaz* So instead of physical punishment we’ll do… physical punishment.

Chill: *as Otacon* I’ll take the brig, thanks. Or the toothbrush thing. Actually, the toothbrush thing sounds pretty great right about now!

Kaz swished it in the air before striking his flesh hand. The smacking sound echoed in the office.

Otacon face burned and she squirmed on her chair.

“Master?” Snake’s voice sounded unsure, worried even.

Kiri: He is, after all, once again the only reasonable one in the fic. For this scene, at least.

“Quiet.” Kaz ordered.

Kiri: I don’t think she’d listen to you, dude.

Chill: Hey, who knows how long this takes place after TPP? ...or what its relationship is to TPP at all… anyway, maybe they get along now~?

Kiri: That’s a pipe dream and you know it.

Snake grunted.

“Ms. Emmerich, please stand up.”

Quetzalcoatl: “Will the real Otacon please stand up?”

Otacon swallowed again, and slowly stood. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she pushed them up, looking up to Kaz’s aviator glasses.

“Now, lean over the desk.” Kaz ordered, his voice smooth.

Chill: I’m starting to wonder if the ‘needs punishment’ thing was just a fabrication on his part, as opposed to the author just ham-handedly moving the “”””plot”””” along.

Kiri: That… would require thinking on the author’s part.

Otacon lowered her gaze, her face bright red. She leaned over the desk, trembling as Kaz placed her hands on the far edge of the desk. She felt completely exposed.

“Snake, sit in the chair and hold onto her hands.” Kaz said.

Quetzalcoatl: A mix of couple’s counseling and corporal punishment.

Snake hesitated before he came around and sat in Kaz’s chair.

Chill: Officially claiming it as his own.

He gripped Otacon’s hands in his, holding her firmly. In this position, she couldn’t look away, could only look into his eyes. She swallowed, jumping as Kaz’s hands slipped under her waist and effortlessly opened her jeans and slid them down to pool around her knees.

Kiri: Honestly, I would love to see what a sexual harassment “suit” would look like on Mother Base. I mean, it’s probably dealt with by the fact that everyone there is armed, but it would really hilarious to see someone go on ‘trial’ for it.

“I think eight are appropriate. Now count with me, Ms. Emmerich.”

The cane swished through the air and Otacon cried out at the first hit. It hurt like she’d been stung by a wide bee.

Chill: By a wot.

She wiggled, trying to pull free from Snake’s grip but his hands were locked over hers.

Chill: I think I mostly feel bad for Snake in this fic. He doesn’t deserve this.

“Count.” Kaz ordered.

“One,” Otacon gulped then yelped as Kaz brought the can hard on the flesh of her ass. “T-two!”

Swish

SMACK

Kiri: I don’t even remember if these were italicized in the original… come to think of it, if it had been then it would have been copy/pasted as such. So it’s just… there...

“Three!” Otacon squealed.

Swish

SMACK

Quetzalcoatl: Now they’re really doing the one-two-three-CRUNCH thing.

Chill: How many canings does it take to get to the center of fem!Otacon’s naked butt? Do you know, Mr. Owl Miller?

“Oh god, four,” Otacon huffed, trying to wiggle away from the cane. It was starting to border on being too much, the stinging sensation was too much for her soft flesh.

Chill: Also, apropos of nothing, but with Otacon being a skinny nerd with a desk job and all - does he/she even have much of a butt to speak of?

Swish

SMACK

“Owww! Ow, ow, owww! F-five!” Otacon managed. Her vision clouded before fat tear drops rolled down her cheek. She was shaking, wiggling badly on the desk. If Snake wasn’t holding her wrists in their vice like grip, Otacon would have wiggled away by now.

Swish

SMACK

Quetzalcoatl: I keep imagining the normal male Otacon.

Kiri: It’s not like it changes the scene much… seriously, what was the point of the genderbend…? Aside from the porn, that is.

Chill: Kiri, the point of this whole fic is porn.

“S-Six!” Otacon barely managed, her eyes squeezed shut. Snake squeezed her hands reassuringly and she opened her eyes, meeting his.

Snake’s mouth was parted, his breathing harsh, his eyes wide with that same feral look from in the cave.

Chill: So spray him with a water bottle! That’s what you usually do with animals in heat, right? No? I don’t want to google it.

Otacon shuddered at that look.

Swish

SMACK

Otacon squealed. She kicked with her back legs. “Please no more! Please, please, please! Stop, please!”

Swish

SMACK

Quetzalcoatl: This scene is dragging on and on.

“Eight.” Kaz said, letting the rattan cane drop to his side.

Otacon slumped against the desk and cried.

Kiri: Really, I’m just still baffled by the flimsy ‘officially sanctioned punishment’ premise of this. Like, why drag Kaz into this? I don’t get it.

Her shoulders shook and she trembled. Snake squeezed her wrists reassuringly and she lifted her head, her glasses askew. She hiccupped. This was the worst thing ever. Nobody had ever punished her like this, actually she had never been punished.

Chill: I think I’d expect her to have an attitude problem, in that case…

She sniffled and frowned as Kaz soothingly stroked her back.

It felt nice, calming even. She relaxed under his hand and pressed the side of her burning face against the desk, her eyes meeting Snake’s. It was nice and soothing and she felt so raw and—her eyes widened, blinking past her tears as Kaz pushed her panties down to spool around her hot thighs. Cold metal cupped her sex and Otacon gasped.

Chill: Well yeah but like we already knew this was sexual harassment, so…

Kiri: Why is he doing this with Snake still in the room.

“You handled that like a pro.” Kaz hummed, his metallic fingers spreading her neither lips.

Kiri: Her what?

Quetzalcoatl: Her neither regions. You know, like neither here nor there.

“So I think you deserve a bit of a reward.”

Chill: He didn’t, like, ask her if he could do this, so this kind of… well… rape as a reward? It doesn’t work like that...

Otacon parted her lips, to ask him to stop, to try and figure out what was going, instead her breath caught in her throat as he slipped in two fingers inside her hot core. The metal was cold, but she was so slick, but why was she slick? And his fingers glided in and out of her with ease.

Quetzalcoatl: Why is Kaz doing this again? This strikes me as being OOC.

Kiri: He is - well, was - a womanizer in canon, and if Paz’s audio diary is anything to go by he definitely bordered on sexual harassment sometimes, but yeah, I really don’t think he’d go this far.

Chill: I’m not sure even Strangelove would go this far, she might have groped Paz but this is just… extreme.

“Easy girl, easy.” Kaz soothed, his flesh hand pressed against her lower back and held her in place. He pumped his fingers into her, and smiled when she finally moaned.

Quetzalcoatl: Kaz sounds like he’s dealing with an animal here.

She danced on the tips of her toes, her eye lashes fluttering shut and she rocked her hips. Commander Kaz knew what he was doing, that was a fact and a point driven home when his flesh hand drifted down her back, past her hot ass, and thigh, and curled around her pelvis to her front. He found her clit and rubbed her roughly with three fingers.

Chill: *innocently* Must be a big clit if it takes him three fingers to rub it.

Otacon moaned, the sound pulled from deep inside. She spread her legs, inviting his fingers to push in deeper and he did until his metallic knuckles pressed against her swollen lips.

Quetzalcoatl: What’s Snake doing right now, anyways?

Kiri: ...watching?

Chill: Being cucked.

Kiri: ...he vanished into narrative limbo. He’s gone.

“Open your eyes, Ms. Emmerich,” Kaz purred.

Kiri: Also it only now occurred to me but why on earth does Otacon no longer have a doctorate here.

Otacon’s eyes fluttered open and she met Snake’s. He was staring at her like a starving dog inches from a full meal. She whimpered and Snake’s hands tightened.

Quetzalcoatl: Well, Snake’s not doing so hot either in the whole “morality” thing here…

Chill: At least all he’s done so far is just stare creepily at her and not doing anything while she was getting fingered without permission and okay wow yeah this fic has a really low bar.

Suddenly Kaz pulled his fingers from her pussy and smacked her ass hard.

Blinding pain coursed through and she cried out. He did it again, and she wailed. The third time his hand smacked her whipped ass, she came. Her eyes squeezed shut and she shuddered, grinding against his fingers that rubbed her clit until finally she stopped and stilled. She slumped against the table, panting as he removed his fingers.

Quetzalcoatl: *yawns*

“That will be all, Ms. Emmerich. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.”

Kiri: “Ocelot, get your flat ass in here. Your turn.”

Kaz hummed. He grabbed a file off the desk and left the office, licking his metallic fingers, and left Snake and Otacon alone.

Quetzalcoatl: I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Kaz…

Chill: I don’t think Kaz has a lot of good ideas...

Snake let go of her wrists.

“You alright?”

“No,” Otacon whined.

Kiri: I wouldn’t be if someone caned me and then fingered me without my consent, either.

Snake swallowed, his eyes darkened.

“Do you want me to carry you back to the room?”

“Please,” Otacon whimpered.

Quetzalcoatl: And… it’s done. Well. Short. Sweet(?). And really, really boring.

Chill: Yup.

Kiri: I am genuinely curious as to why it’s only two chapters long and marked as complete, despite the summary.

Quetzalcoatl: Apparently Big Boss and Kaz count as like ten men each.

Kiri: I’m sure this is metaphorical somehow.

Chill: I really want to know how the heck this never turned into Solicon… maybe that’s what it was leading into…? Why was Ocelot in the summary?? He only showed up because of a typo!

Quetzalcoatl: Then obviously he was there the whole time!

Chill: Clearly.

Kiri: Might as well, I suppose.

Quetzalcoatl: Well, final thoughts? I think I’ve made mine clear.

Chill: I kinda wish it were longer, just out of morbid curiosity. Big Boss/Otacon and Kaz/Otacon are such weird ships that I think it’d be fun to see what other random people the author could pair him (her) up with.

Kiri: Except that’s kind of the problem with it, too, since Otacon basically has nothing to do with his actual characterization and personality - it’s not really Otacon, it’s just some chick who uses the name. Same thing applies to all the others, come to think of it, except at least they get to be their proper genders.

Chill: Yeah, we know that Otacon being OOC isn’t just some dumb “he acts different because ~he’s a woman now~” genderbend thing. We’ve already sporked this author’s stuff, we know they can’t characterize anyone…

Quetzalcoatl: Joy. Well, I’m going to fly out now. *transforms into a flying serpent and literally flies out*

Chill: ...that looks like fun-

Kiri: No, you walk like the rest of us, Chill.

Chill: Pfff….

#sporking #guest sporking #aztecs #kiri #chill #fanfiction #rape warning #sort of?

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