āIn a world where metal intertwines with flesh and war has become a business, he is the embodiment of the blade of justice. Once an assassin, he has now become the protector of the weak and the innocent. Before the storm, he gazes straight into the chaos, becoming a part of it himself.ā
P.S. By request ā the well-known cyborg warrior and his dumb assš
donāt know what is it lately with me and blond headed, blue eyed beautiful twinks from one of the most campiest stories ever whose body gets transformed and completely mutilated in one or another ways both being created by the most influential Japanese artistsā¦
Itās very unfair to me the way people be calling Raiden The Straight Manā¢ļø of the MGS series.
I mean I get it and for the joke itself itās really funny but in my head heās literally a victim of heteronormativity. He is forced to be a family man by the system in MGS4, but in MGR all he wants to do is kill and play dance with a mirror opposite to him Brazilian cyborg man that literally calls him pretty boy.
Like leave him and his child birthing hips aloneā¦
After receiving flesh wound in his gut during his āRipperā episode, Raiden discovers something else was leaking in his body. Something that the metal plate covering his crotch was hiding. And when he discovers it, all he can think of is to touch it.
Raidenās current state wasnāt the best.
He had gone through another Jack The Ripper episode and his whole body was tensing up extremely when he got pain receptors back.
He didnāt want Doktor to turn them on but, as the man on the codec said, it was necessary for both his cyborg body and his human heart. Or the lack of it.
This however, meant that Raiden was feeling over sensitive. You see, adjusting back to his regular setting wasn't one of easiest transitions and his whole body felt almost a phantom pain, as limb by limb, nerve by nerve, muscle by muscle he started gaining his senses back.
The one muscle and the abundance of skin layers he felt the most sensitive about was his crotch area. He began to feel extreme heat between his legs, something stirring up inside him. Something wet and dangerously arousing. Raiden always wondered why he suddenly felt weird down there ever since he got this new body. He swore, the little bits of arousement he got during this whole mission were not of usual ones.
It was always a niche question regarding the cyborg's genitals. Modern technologies could produce so many variations, it really was a matter of a choice, or a choice to not have them at all. Raiden, being married, chose his typical genitalia to maintain his relationship with Rose functional. However, when he was on the mission, it wouldnāt matter if he had his member or not, so he would kind of ātake it offā experiencing only the phantom feeling of the past arousals. This time, though, he was feeling different, like there was something down there beneath the protective metal plate.
Urghā¦ Doktor canāt be seriousā¦ What the hell did he do to me this time? Raiden thought to himself, as he rested sitting down, leaning against the skyscraper building.
He canāt just voice this or ask directly. Usually whatever concerned the intimate side of his cyborg body he dealt on his own, or it was happening once in a blue moon over an embarrassing call to the Doktor, that he later regretted or wished he didnāt have to make in the first place. After every mission all of his body went under inspection while he was asleep, so he supposed Doktor took care of that area too. But what if he didnāt this time? What if he forgot and something was actually broken inside him?
āGood job, Raiden! Weāll send the car your way. You need some rest, buddy.ā
Kevinās voice brought Raiden back from his thoughts. He thanked him over the codec, internally not being able to stop thinking about taking off the metal plate to see whatās down there. Once heās sent back to the station, his body is going to go through another inception and he will most likely just pass out. But right now, as everyone on the codec is logging off for the day, he feels like he could have some type of āprivacy momentā.
Raiden turned off the codec, looked around, and started to use his fingernails to unscrew the bolts on his metal plate. He so hoped it wasnāt some internal leakage, as that would mean heād have to go through a whole dialysis once more. He unscrewed the second bolt of the two and set it aside, finally lifting up the metal plate slowly like he was lifting up an underwear. As he did so, it didnāt take him long enough to realise it was definitely not the leakageā¦ not that type of at least.
Raiden couldnāt believe it. He had an open wound, fresh cut slit of a pussy down there.
āWhat the-ā¦ā
His thoughts went immediately to the Doktor. Has the old man officially lost his mind? Whatās he going to do with this?
The carās arrival made him come back to his senses and he quickly screwed the two bolts that were holding his metal plate back on. He hopped into the back of the self-driving car, panting. The realisation of what was now a part of his body sent shivers down his spine. He couldnāt decide whether to be horrified or keep calm. Itās not like itās going to be there at all times, right? He can change it any time, give another cringe call to the Doktor, and forget this was even there. However, he wondered, or precisely, asked himself one single question: why?
Why would Doktor do this? Whatās the correlation between this mission and his new found ādeviceā? How does it feelā¦?
Actually Raiden wasnāt so upset about this, if you could even make him upset. Everything is artificial about him, so no matter which genitals he has, those are still not his flesh and blood. Heās a soldier. A former soldier and someone who protects the weak. Nothing changes his stoic, but also kind of impulsive, attitude. And after tonightā¦ heās still Jack The Ripper.
This is where, however, he decides to be horrified. Because, as the car passed by the city's landscapes, the lurking thought was crawling into his mind.
He just couldnāt escape it.
He just couldnāt stop thinking aboutā¦
ā¦touching it.
***
After arriving back at his PMCās safe place Raiden, already done with the inspection, was lying in his room. It was a dark cold place, reminding him more of a storage for mechanical parts which, if he'd be honest, exactly all he was. Charging from his so-called bed, he was patiently waiting.
A knock on the door which was slightly ajar.
āRaiden? Did you want me?ā
It was Doktor. The mad genius who put Raiden in the position he is right now. He eyed up the older man and waved his hand inviting him to come in. Doktor stepped into the room getting close to Raiden, as there wasnāt much space anyhow.
āClose the door,ā Raiden ordered.
Doktor did so, looking back at the cyborg. Raiden set up on the bed, so he could face the man.
āNow, the reason why I called you is because Iāve discovered something odd about my new body.ā
āOdd?ā Doktor adjusted his glasses. As far as he knew, everything about Raidenās body should be perfect, and that would be a huge punch in the gut in his career if he actually made a mistake.
āYesā¦ Itās about my lower half.ā
Doktor raised an eyebrow. Raiden tried to contain his humiliation.
āMy crotch specificallyā¦ my genitals.ā
āErmā¦ havenāt you opted those out, Raiden?ā
āYes, and havenāt you removed them, Doktor?ā
āWell, maybe something went wrong through the report I gave to the builders,ā Doktor frowned. āB-butā¦ you will be fine, right? Itās the same just when you aren't on your missions.ā
Raiden shook his head.
āThis isnāt the case this time.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āItāsā¦ itās not a penis this time.ā
āWas?!ā Doktor had to adjust his glasses again, as if thatās going to help him hear better.
Raiden couldnāt say the word. But he has to, doesnāt he?
āI haveā¦ I have a vagina down thereā¦ā
At first Doktor couldnāt even let a word out. His mouth just gaping without making a sound. And then suddenly he calmed himself down.
āUhhā¦ you know, Raiden, it's perfectly okay nowadaysā¦ A-and in general! Many people might have augmented their parts this way or they might be trans-ā¦ā
āThis isnāt what Iām talking about!ā
Raiden interrupted Doktor. His metallic body quickly leaned even more forward to the point where some of the chargers on his back unplugged. It made the old man twitch from the sudden creeping of Raidenās pumped up machine body, letting the cyborg realise he needed to contain himself. He sighed.
āYou know what I mean. I didnāt request this,ā
he said in a calmer way, as he leaned back against the bed.
Doktor quickly helped him to plug all of his chargers back. After that the old man furrowed his brows in thought glancing at Raidenās crotch, and then embarrassingly looked away when the cyborg saw him.
āIā¦ I have no idea how this happened, Raiden,ā Doktor turned away from the cyborg, looking at the ceiling. āI have checked all of the details and given very clear instructions to the builders. I was sure there was no need to even check what was under your metal plate, as nothing was supposed to be there.ā
āWell, there is something,ā Raiden was getting annoyed looking at Doktorās back. āAnd it looks just as real as the set of genitals Iāve gotten before but only, you knowā¦ in reverse.ā
Raiden could feel himself blushing or just his brain was putting this idea into his brain, as for obvious reasons he couldnāt. But this whole situationā¦ Maybe Raiden wouldnāt even be this upset, if heād gotten some clarity and was left alone. Left alone, so he could touch it.
āSheiĆeā¦ā Doktor finally broke his silence and turned to face Raiden. āThere might be some explanation to this. But first, may I see itā¦?ā
āYou want to see it?ā Raiden was dumbfounded.
āJa, I believe it's one of those mistakes that happened because of our supplier. Or the lack of itā¦ā
āSo what, they decided to raise the prices again?ā the cyborg raised an eyebrow.
āNo, the problem is copyright.ā
āHuh?ā Raiden was just as confused as on April 30th.
āThe cyborg parts donāt just come from nowhere,ā Doktor started to explain. āSome of them we got from already made batches of samples. And those cyborg tech companies that supply us have a business to sustain. So they make the products and buy patterns on them and sell the versions that fit the general status quo.ā
āBasically, be happy with what you got?ā
āGenau. Specifically the type of model that you have isnāt in such high demand and thereās less distribution of it. So we might have just gotten the parts that were the only ones availableā¦ but I need to check. Bitte, could you remove the metal plate?ā
Raiden scoffed but inside he felt deeply embarrassed. He unscrew the bolts and showed Doktor his parts. Itās not his first time doing this but having a ānew pair of onesā was incredibly uncomfortable.
Doktor inspected him.
āNa ja, those are definitely the wrong parts. You can put the metal plate back on.ā
Hurrying Raiden screwed the bolts on the metal plate back on, covering his genitals shut.
āNo shit,ā he left a snarky remark to make up for the shame. āI mean, seriously how could you not have checked those when you got them?ā
āThey look the same!ā Doktor argued. āEspecially since itās covered by a metallic plate.ā
āYou couldnāt double checkā¦?ā Raiden started to get agitated again.
āWe always do, Raiden. The builders are supposed to check all the parts thoroughly, so the person that was responsible for your lower half might have neglected itā¦ā
āNeglected it?ā Raiden was trying to find anything on Doktorās face that didnāt sound like a load of bulshit to him right now.
āYesā¦ I believe so,ā Doktor said that looking extremely apologetic.
Raidenās eyes widened. Someone has purposely ignored the given instructions for the sheer laziness of it all. Or maybe for some fucked up fantasies. Either way, it doesnāt matter. This mistake, while not catastrophic, put Raiden in a state of confusion and embarrassing situation with the Doktor. Especially now, as the old man started to apologise. He was down, hands over his bald spot, shaking his head in utter disappointment in himself and his work.
āIām very sorry, Raiden. Forgive me for my mistake, I only had utmost trust in my builders but I could never have foreseen something like this happening. Iāll fire that person immedia-ā¦ā
āNo!ā
Being interrupted made Doktor lift his head up and look at Raiden. The look of confusion started to overtake the shameful one.
āButā¦ā
āI need to see this person first. Pay him a visit, without them knowing.ā
āRaiden, you canāt kill him!ā
He rolled his eyes.
āIām not going toā¦ just going to teach him a lesson. Take it as a way of making up to me.ā
āRightā¦ā Doktor agreed despite knowing this wasnāt professional or in any way bureaucratical. āIāll order the right parts for you immediately and make sure my team triple checks next time. The guy will be in room N34 at six in the morning.ā
āThank you, Doktor.ā
Doktor shrugged it off with a ānicht dafĆ¼rā and waved his hand. He was way too embarrassed himself for letting this happen, and after a quick tech check on Raidenās body he left him alone.
As soon as the door was closed, Raiden with a heavy sigh rested his head on the hard pillow, looking up at the ceiling. The only thing he was focused on is what was underneath the metal plate covering up his crotch.
He couldnāt shake the curiosity, as he slowly reached his hand for the metal plate. Circling it with the tip of his nail, doubting whether he should do this. Heās used to touching it on Rose, his wife. Though, he canāt really say itās the same experience. At least he hopes itās not.
He slowly started to unscrew the first bolt until he retracted. Soon Raiden is going to get his appropriate parts and wonāt even have this problem. In fact, why is he making this a problem now?
This is stupid, he thought and laid on his side bringing his hand next to his face.
He needs to sleep and recharge, not doing some pointless things that distract him. Especially after his Ripper episode. And the fact that he asked to visit that guy tomorrow, godā¦ The effects of killing definitely have led him to this, even if it was ridiculous enough, he could kill the guy for this mess. He needed a scapegoat, someone to blame these ridiculous thoughts on. Itās not his fault heās in this situation, itās that guyāsā¦ whatever his name was.
āUrghā¦ā
So sick of his own state, trembling with desire to kill but also to stop, Raiden thought about his frustration. How much sense it would be to use this moment of curiosity which can possibly lead to a release and ease on his mind. He decided to make a compromise with himself.
Heās going to touch it only a little, just to know how good the design is. Thatās all. Raiden turned to lay on his back again, and started unscrewing the loose bolt where he began. When he got on the second screw, he was struggling to pick it and it would slip. It just had to be more difficult this time, just had to beā¦
Managing to take off the bolts, he took a breather. As his fingers laid on the metal plate, ready to take it off, he just looked at it, not being able to move. Knowing what he was about to do, was making everything harder at this point despite him already seeing it. Thatās it. He doesnāt have to see it, heās just going to feel it.
Raiden rested his head back on the pillow, looking at the ceiling, and took off the metal plate. Before he could even put his hands on himself he felt coldness. An AC was hitting some cold air on his privates. Suddenly everything became so sensitive. Even without touching he could feel some dampness down below, and even the way his lower muscle clenched and unclenched.
He couldnāt feel much arousal, as his mind was overloaded with thoughts. However, the idea of touching it made him feel some heaviness and a rise in heat to his crotch. Raiden knew the exact spot he needed to caress, and yet he was trying to convince himself:
This is just to check its design. This is just to satisfy my curiosity. This is just to not kill someone.
As his hand went down there, he directed his fingers and finally made contact with his new flesh. The metal fingers felt quite contrasting with the more softer and warmer material. His metallic nail poked at the part that had a sort of velvety, wrinkled skin texture.
āAhā¦ā Raiden quietly gasped.
Totally embarrassed by his initial reaction, he felt mortified. Was it really that bad for him all this time, he had to find out he had a coin slot instead of a joystick to realise it? As the heaviness of his metallic hand pressed against the tip of his new found g-spot, Raiden shivered. He was trying to locate his clit, trying to feel the size of it, as he rubbed around the top of his member with a finger pad.
āOhā¦ā he let out a low moan.
When he spotted the clit the thought of just touching it for the sake of appreciating the design was not going to cut it. He needed to test it, pushing it further. Maybe he could even come from this, for real this time.
For Raiden, though, the initial feeling of touching his clit was good but he still didnāt know how to work with his new tool. He pressured on it too hard to begin with and he was still a little too dry down there. Being so focused on the task made Raiden forget that he probably needs some good fantasy to go along with this. Should he be thinking of something? Rose?
Raiden started putting less pressure on his clit now, trying to circle around. He thought of Roseās breasts which he saw many times, and their shape which were somewhat saggy but still kept a plump shape. Her nipples were quite long and her areola was a tone deeper than her body.
Raiden also saw her vagina many times and by the feeling of his synthetic one, he could definitely tell it was very different. However, he was not getting turned on. In fact, if heād be honest, he hadnāt been turned on by his wife in a long time. If ever.
At the beginning of their relationship he obviously just fell in love with the idea of her, and his own hormones, despite not being a teenager anymore at that time, were still going wild. So it didnāt matter who he had in the long run.
But now, as a family man, he started to realise that she probably wasnāt the oneā¦
As the velvety material on the pads of his finger picked up some skin layer to cover up the hood of the clit, putting pressure on it became less too direct, more pleasurable. Since Raiden couldnāt think of his wife, he couldnāt really come up with much else. What was he supposed to imagine, another woman? But what woman would do this for him? Touching him there, making him feel good? Putting her mouth on himā¦?
āAhhhā¦ haaaā¦ā
Raiden started to get aroused a little and his finger continued to circle around the skin folds on the top of his clit. It was still making dry sounds but at least he started to make progress here. And while going deeper into his fantasy, he wonderedā¦ should it even be a woman in this case? Or there could be a manā¦?
āAh!ā
The cyborg opened his eyes in surprise from the noise he just made. He sunk his finger along the slit of his pussy, finding out he was getting wet.
āIs this really whatās going to do the trick?ā
He placed two fingers on his clit now, spreading the wetness across it. As he bit his lip, he threw his head back, feeling his thighs slowly starting to jerk involuntarily, as they pushed against his own fingers. The coldness of his cyborg hands was gone within a minute; the heat from his artificial pussy replaced it, coating his nail tips with the slick cum while he kept rubbing the sweet spot atop of it.
āAhhhā¦ f-fuckā¦ā
Raiden couldnāt keep his moans to himself. He had to fill the empty room with them which was already getting quite steamy when he started to feel the sweat dripping down from his forehead.
But he couldnāt stop, starting to rapidly run circles with his fingers around his clit, adding a third one. Feeling himself getting so wet, his breathing was becoming more inconsistent, his mind reeling with thoughts about whether he wanted a man or woman. Whether he wanted to be eaten out or touched down there. Whether he wanted to be sucked or fuck-ā¦
āFUCK! Ahhhā¦ā
Raiden started moaning uncontrollably while his fingers were helping him in his longing for coming closer to a release. The sounds his pussy was making were so moist, he never heard those coming from his wife. He was starting to think if he was that bad, or his lack of attraction to her was mutual.
āJesusā¦ God, pleaseā¦ā he begged, as he began to lose his arousal.
Why did he have to think of her right now?
It was then Raiden realised, no matter how much he pushed his own buttons, he couldnāt reach a desired orgasm. The clit was already throbbing, enlarged and much easier to jerk with his fingers, and it was less sensitive against his nails. He was trying every side, every angle to make sure his spot was always caressed, and got the most attention he could give it. Thinking of every possible sexual act including him and some other woman, him and some manā¦ Most of what did to him was thinking of somebody putting their mouth on him, however, even that wasnāt enough.
His strong, thick, hard metal thighs were shaking so much, he just wanted to come but it wasnāt happening. Raiden could even feel the wetness dripping down his thigh, but it was pointless. Struggling, he put his fingers inside the hole but it felt even less satisfying. The wetness and the slick started to feel annoying, the noise of him masturbating was no longer arousing. Nothing worked.
āUrghā¦ Shit!ā
Raiden took his hand away from the crotch. Given up he was just lying limp on his bed, breathing heavily from both the activity and frustration. Everything felt so pointless, embarrassing and unsatisfying. He looked down to see the mess he made, rubbing his thumb against his two fingers feeling the stickiness on them. All of that spilling of cyborgās synthetic liquid and, yet he still couldnāt come.
Turning on his side he shrieked into embryoid shape and closed his eyes. The connected wires to his back bend in his direction, making their position not the best for the charging. But he didnāt care. He didnāt even bother putting the metal plate that was covering his crotch back on. He was impatiently waiting for the void to take over his sleeping form and forget any possibility of him ever getting satisfaction in this life.
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