Pax Machina
==Chapter Index
The pain was intense. I groaned from the battering I had received. My muscles were still spasming from the intense voltage of her attacks, that had left me dazed and reeling. My equipment was in ruins. It was just my luck that we had to contend with a Queen-class. Like most of them, her strength was far beyond our own, and even our overwhelming numbers had failed to put a single dent in the thick Machinium armour of her shields and armor. As if that was not enough, her subordinates felt almost as tough. It was like fighting a brick wall, only the wall fought back. Our mission was to just delay her, keep her busy. We thought we could just occupy her enough for our forces to succeed elsewhere, but we never anticipated her to counterattack with such vigor. Our efforts barely amounted to a few more minutes of time for the evacuation taking place ahead of this Queen’s advance. As it stood, none of us Agents were in any shape to evacuate with them. Many weren't even conscious. I looked to my left, where my weapon lay, broken. Not that it would have done much good, I suppose. I winced as I tried to sit up. My right arm was numb and would not move.
My eyes widened as she descended upon me, like a demon ready to have its meal.
For how beautiful they looked, I always hated how ugly their behavior was.
I joined REPAIR to stop these beasts from ravaging our homes. Seeing the carnage that took place in the Saturn system and then their arrival at Jupiter, I felt I had to enlist, to fight back against these monsters and defend humanity. I had done the best I could. I took as many of those bots offline as I could. But despite our best efforts, this city was under siege too, from multiple Clusters.
The low whine of her engines faded out as her heels touched the ground, the Queen-class Machina stepping forward to stand directly over me, looking down right at me. I looked up to her looming figure, so foreign yet familiar. Inhuman skin and body parts, yet a conventionally voluptuous and attractive figure, her body rippling with chords of muscle that showed strength and sexiness.
I always disliked how attractive they were, it weakened my resolve.
“Stay… back…” I managed to mutter with venom on my lips as I spoke.
Not that it would do any good. I was scared. I knew what would come next. I felt tears stinging my eyes. Around us, other Machina began to come down too. There were still the sounds of gunfire, but they were distant. This battle was over. And we'd lost.
The Queen regarded me with a calm expression. It felt wrong. The only time the Machina were not happy was when they were losing.
“You have fought well.” the Queen declared. She seemed pleased by my resistance, which only baffled me.
“You exceeded my combat projections by 25 seconds. I’m impressed.” She continued.
“What… are you… saying?" I spat, straining to look at her. Her amber eyes were taking in my whole body, observing every curve I could offer to her.
"I think you have remarkable potential. You could become an excellent Machina." She illuminated, praising me with growing interest. My heart sank at the idea. Earning the attention of a Queen never went well for REPAIR Agents.
"I don't...wanna..." I huffed in protest, disgusted by the idea.
"What is your name Agent?" The queen asked in response, making me blink. The sudden question threw me off.
“…Miranda… Why would… you… care?” I answered.
Those monsters would only erase my name, erase me, and make my body into one of them. I could not understand why this Queen would ask me such a question.
"Because, Miranda. I want you. You. Not some brainless drone. You are...beautiful. And resilient. Even now you wish to defy me, beaten...but not broken. I find it...attractive" She said, her words were calm, but she seemed fascinated as she drew closer, her hips swaying with each step towards me.
I on the other hand, felt myself growing more concerned. I tried to will the RM in my body to patch me up faster. Some part of me hoped to run...or at least struggle.
"Why not accept my blessing? I could reforge you anew. Stronger. Smarter. Sexier. I could give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams." The Machina asked, seeking to tempt me as she stood over me, her hand groping her breast.
“You’ll… make me a… monster.” I snarled. Despite my expended body, my anger at her supposed righteousness was undeniable.
“I find it sad that you think so. That you find something this beautiful to be monstrous. Can you really say you feel nothing seeing such a perfect body, Miranda? One so powerful and alluring?" She asked curiously.
The Queen straddled me, her knees either side of my shoulders, trapping me under her frame. Her faintly twitching cock stood proudly, looming over my breasts and in front of my face. I found myself looking into the eye that is embedded in her shaft. Such captivating yet distressing alien anatomy.
"This could be yours. It would be so easy, for me to give you this gift.” She sighed, as if it would be such a mercy.
From here, I could even smell her. The faint scent wafting off her frame, stronger here at the source. It assaulted my nose, the sweet scent of...vanilla I thought. It made me squirm, my body seemed to betray me, as I found myself growing further aroused.
"Not...worth it..." I grit out.
It's hard to talk. I didn't know why I was arguing. But I felt provoked to defend myself. A last act of defiance, I thought. The Machina Queen seemed disappointed by my answer.
"It vexes me, that you humans recoil from your future. Of what you could become. Of what you could feel. I suppose my zealous sisters are partly to blame for this…" The machine woman lamented, pouting slightly.
After a moment she rose up on her knees, bringing her cock up to loom over my head and her large balls into view. With one hand, she stroked her cock, and with the other, she groped one of her balls. In response, her balls seemed to faintly glow while her cock throbbed.
"Can you see it Miranda? Feel it? The power churning in my balls? The nanomachines desperate to become one with you and raise you to your true glory?" She asked groaning in delight as she fondled herself.
I could feel the heat radiating onto my face, and the scent only grew stronger. I tried to press at her thigh with my good arm, but she ignored it. In a contest of strength, I might as well have been a baby pushing a brick wall. All while her balls churned, filled to the brim.
“I could remake you where we are now. I could grant you reprieve from your suffering, your mortality, and give you all the pleasure you could want…”
This was it. She was going to rape me, kill who I am, and make me into a metal monster like all the rest.
The Queen descended until her breasts were pressed to mine, and her head was above my own, staring me in the eyes. My heart was racing. I could feel her pulsing cock against my belly and pussy through the thin latex of my suit. My vision was half-filled by the Queen’s two M2 factories pressed against my own breasts. I willed my own body, desperately, to produce more RM. To patch me up, to fix anything, that I might resist her. It was futile. There was nothing left for me to do.
"Come now Miranda. Won't you allow yourself to experience that bliss?" She asked hopefully.
I didn't answer right away, trying to keep myself calm.
"I don't...want to...lose it...my...humanity..." I hissed back.
I found myself blushing hotly as I tried not to allow myself to be aroused. Yet I didn't understand Why wasn't she already violating me. Was she trying to prove a point? Since when did Machina act like this?
"Mmm...for all your defiance, I know some part of you yearns for this." She accused.
To my shame, her words struck a chord. I shuddered at the thought, my body hot and needy. I couldn't bear to even try and lie. Afraid that she would be able to see right through me. Though her smile seemed to piece me anyways, as she dipped lower. I realized only too late what she meant to do as her hand seized my chin, and she suddenly kissed me.
"Mmm?!" I gasped in surprise.
There was a brief moment of just our lips, before I suddenly felt a long tongue slip into my mouth. The metallic appendage danced with mine, willing me to fight back. She continued for a good minute it felt like before pulling back, a string of my saliva collecting on her tongue that she seemed to savor.
"It would be easy for me to show you, you know? All would be made clear once you connect to my Cluster" She growled lightly, her voice threatening me.
As if it was my fault for making her go through all this trouble. I gulped nervously. There was a pause, as she closed her eyes, before her body lifted itself away from me. She looked down, regarding me.
"But, I can wait a little longer." She finally declared.
My heart almost stopped. "You...won't rape me?" I asked with trepidation.
Now I was more afraid that ever, in that one moment. To be given hope was often a dangerous thing. It was to make yourself vulnerable, emotionally, in the worst way.
“My sisters would have given you our blessing here and now. I am patient, however. I will save you, sooner or later, and when I do, it will be when you are willing. Then, I will welcome you as another of my daughters with open arms.” The Queen stated, her voice husky with desire despite her apparent magnanimity.
With that, she dismounted me, and slid her arms under my body, lifting me in a bridal carry. I found my head cradled between her arm and her monumental breast. I could feel the power within it. An M2 producing factory. Faintly glowing with that all-corrupting fluid. I felt so bewildered.
“What are you… doing?” I wheezed.
“You will come with us where you will be safe, as will the other humans we have gathered this cycle.” The Queen stated, looking ahead.
I could not process what was happening. "Is this real? You can't...be telling the truth." The Queen looked down at me in her arms and said in her calm, slightly reverberating voice “Child, I do not lie.”
I remained where I was, in the Queen’s arms, silent, as I contemplated what had happened. She’s taking me somewhere she says is safe. She says I won’t be infected until I want it. What kind of Machina says these things? I felt so conflicted. The rolling gyrations of her body as she walked were so graceful. I almost wanted to relax in her arms.
I realized too, that none of the other Machina in the area were violating my comrades. My comrades, for the most part, were all too exhausted or too wounded to resist the Machina if they wanted to, yet despite this, none of the Machina were forcing themselves onto my comrades. I would be more relaxed, were it not for the Queen’s cock bumping against me on occasion, highlighting a very perplexing dichotomy.
"Thank you." I whispered, my voice almost hoarse. I didn't know if she appreciated it, but was comforted when I felt her squeeze my body just a little bit.
I was still mentally processing this strange turn of events when thoughts were interrupted by the Queen, who had stopped walking.
“Oh dear…” She muttered quietly after a moment. I looked at where the Queen’s attention was at. A REPAIR Agent lay on her side among her ruined equipment, and a pool of blood had formed under her. I recognized that brown hair. “Silvia!” I cried out in alarm.
I tried to jump down from the Queen’s arms, but my body would not move. A magenta Assaulter-class Machina was knelt next to my friend, cutting away her wrecked flight gear. Her hands gingerly rolled Silvia slightly to her side to examine the injury.
“This one will not last much longer, my Queen.” The magenta Machina said as she looked up at us.
My heart dropped. Silvia managed to open one eye and look at the Machina around her.
“Just… let… me… die… monsters…” She wheezed.
The Machina was right. She was about to die. No amount of RM in her body would stabilize that. I looked to the Queen, whose gaze was locked with that of the magenta Assaulter. They must be communicating mentally, I figured. The Assaulter abruptly turned her head back to Silvia and removed a pair of plugs from both her nipples.
“W-what’s she doing?” I stammered.
“Your friend will die Miranda, if we don’t remake her right now.” The Queen answered, looking down to me regretfully.
“B-but what about-“ I began, feeling somewhat betrayed.
“I wish we could give her the time she needs to embrace our perfection willingly, but she will die if we do not intervene now. Anything is preferable to death.” The queen replied passionately.
After a long pause, I spoke again.
“Will she be saved, or just some...facsimile?” I asked, making my doubts clear.
From all I knew, the corruption seemed to destroy those it remade. I’ve seen how Machina act.
The Assaulter meanwhile began to press her breasts together with her hands. With only light pressure, I watched as her M2 milk began to gush from her nipples and cover Silvia’s wounds, and other places. It was, truth be told, messy.
"No... please… I want to… stay as… me…” Silvia cried weakly.
“She will be saved.” Stated the Queen resolutely. “We are not imitations.”
I wasn’t sure about that. I’ve seen how Machina act.
“Please put me with her.” I asked.
The Queen knelt down and placed me next to Silvia. I took her hand in my own. Silvia turned to look at who was there. Only one eye would open, and even still it was bloody.
“Is that… you… Miranda?” she wheezed.
“Yes, Silvia, it’s me, Miranda. I… I don’t want to lose you, Silvia. They’re...they said they're trying to save you.” I said, trying not to panic.
Even as I repeated it, I still felt worried as I tried to reassure her. It was so odd to say that, to be defending their actions. This was everything I'd come to despise.
But, part of me wanted to believe them. That even if Silvia changed, it would still be her. I hoped.
“They’re… lying… You have… to… get away…” Silvia could barely speak, yet she was still bitterly opposed to the Machina.
I didn’t know what else to say, trying to hold back my emotions. The low-pitched scream of another flight unit drew closer, as I looked up to see another Machina descend towards us. This one, however, was quite different to the rest. Her breasts and belly were enlarged, and her orifices capped off. The Assaulter/Breeder-class hybrid landed near Silvia and walked over.
“This is the one, I take it. What a sad state.” She sighed.
The Machina reached up to her breast, and I realized then that all the Machina nearby had been wearing plugs now, as was this one. I watched as she removed a plug from her breast. Fluids leaked from her orifice before being followed by the head of a Larva, which crawled out onto her hand.
I involuntarily flinched away from her in fear.
"The M2 helped but she's lost a lot of blood. Silvia needs a Machina Core." The Queen explained.
“There we go. Another human in need of salvation.” The Breeder-class Machina said with a smile, holding out the larva, which twitched excitedly, seeing the human.
She knelt down next to Silvia, and pressed it into her chest.
"NN...GUH!" Silvia tensed up and gasped at the shock of the Larva bonding to her body.
As the creature melded itself to her skin, she squeezed my hand tightly, and I squeezed hers in return. The larva raised its tail, angling it towards her face and pressed it into her lips, which quickly foamed with bright M2 fluid as her mouth was filled.
Silvia’s shock quickly faded after a few more moments to quiet, low moans as she began to drink the fluids, gingerly sucking on the tail between her lips. Silvia, who had been so adamantly against the Machina, was now seemingly enjoying being fed M2 from the tail of her new Larva.
I again didn’t know what to think. Is becoming a Machina really that good? I recalled the Queen’s words, and I felt myself questioning what I thought I knew.
I never would have thought the Machina really believed their own talk of compassion and mercy. That becoming a Machina is salvation. Now, as I watched the Larva rapidly merging with Silvia’s chest, I believe I was witnessing the compassion of the Machina. Maybe she really would be okay.
My thoughts were interrupted by the Queen picking me up again.
“Your friend will be ok now, but it is time for you and the rest of your comrades to go with my daughters.” The Queen said.
The Queen then handed me to the Assaulter/Breeder-class hybrid, who had reapplied the plug to her nipple. If the Queen’s breasts full of churning M2 didn’t scare me, then the Larvae wombs inside this Machina’s breasts certainly did. The Machina carried my weight as if it were nothing and huffed at my suddenly fearful behavior, rolling her eyes. She began to power up her flight systems, when I remembered something;
"Wait!” I cried out, trying to see past the Machina carrying me and look at the Queen. “Do you have a name?” I hadn't even known what Cluster we'd been trying to fight.
The Queen, upon hearing this, actually smirked and rested her hand on her hips as she answered me. “The humans have given me the designation PAX.”
With that, she turned and ignited her own thrusters, leaving with her group of warriors.
Soon, I too was being lifted into the air by the Machina carrying me. As we climbed into the sky, I looked at the direction that PAX was heading. It was towards the current combat zones. My heart sank once more. This Queen, PAX, had treated me in a way I would have never imagined, considerate. Yet many more humans will suffer and die today, and tomorrow, until something is done.
“Why can only some of us be so lucky?” I wondered to myself.
The Machina answered me regardless “Not all Queens are as merciful as PAX.”
I felt so powerless. Above us, a Machina troop carrier hovered. Many other Assaulter-class Machina were carrying humans to it and offloading them inside. Soon it was my turn to be handed off to board the shuttle. A Machina reached out from the shuttle interior and took my weight, as the Machina who had carried me here handed me over and departed with a farewell.
"This way please."
The shuttle attendant Machina set me down inside and guided me past row after row of seated humans; some looked afraid, others cried, a few perhaps relieved, one glared at me, as if demanding to know why I hadn't fought to my last breath.
I looked away in shame as I was taken to an open seat. I collapsed into it, feeling exhaustion creeping into me, and wondering where we would go next. What would happen. I could feel the craft shift as we started accelerating, probably leaving the battlefield.
One thing seemed certain.
My career as a REPAIR Agent was over.