Fwosh
After teleporting again, we finally reached the damn lab where Laplace is. The next time I see Promestein, I'll be filing a complaint, because her device is crap.
"Researcher Roman and assistants, welcome to the main lab." Radio greeted us as she approached, jumping on her single wheel. Lights flickered on one by one as the darkness lifted.
"Oh Radio, have you been transferred?"
I knew Radio was an assistant to Promestein and possibly her first roid creation. But outside of a single defeat scene in the original story, I'd never learned what became of her.
"Affirmative, the Master ordered this piece of junk to help with the management of Laplace's lab," I also really didn't like how the little roid was mistreated.
"This piece of junk can't understand the master's reasoning. Laplace alone is more than capable of managing every Drainlab from here, a failed prototype like me would never have the specifications to be able to help with any of its functions."
The emotionless tone of Radio's voice after saying something so pitiful tugged at the heartstrings.
"Oh, Radio, you are underestimating your value and your potential." I patted the little roid. Her synthetic hair was surprisingly soft to the touch.
"Prototypes are usually known for being crammed with as many features and redundancies as they can fit in, allowing inventors to test how far they can go before starting to mass produce." Radio continued to look at me with her blank, open-mouthed expression on her face as I continued.
"You should take a moment to consider all of the features and abilities that have been programmed into your little body and find out for yourself if you are a piece of junk or an invaluable piece of technology that is being wasted." So I did the best I could to perk up the emotionless little girl.
"Affirmative, this piece of junk will do as ordered." Her eyes sparkled with the slightest emotion, though Radio's intonation was still detached. The little robot then disappeared inside one of the many rooms of the lab.
"I offer you my thanks." Laplace, who had been silent so far, finally spoke.
"As someone who could be considered her little sister, it was a source of frustration to me to see our progenitor devalue herself so much." Laplace, who had more advanced programming than Radio, was much more emotional about this, though not by much.
"Hmm, if Promestein doesn't need her, then I'll just take Radio for myself," I commented to myself.
"Anyway," I pointed at the friendly white giant friend in the room, "I brought our little Narwhal girl with me. So where's the weapon?"
I had to give it to Promestein. Her labs were somehow big enough to fit Narwhal without discomfort yet still hidden from everyone else.
Laplace pointed to a wall opposite her and a window opened revealing a massive cannon, energy flickered on its body and many tubes pumped its systems, a gauge on the side slowly filled, and there were also 4 chambers above it, currently empty, their purposes unknown. Plugs and cables dangled underneath to connect to something that wasn't there yet.
"Are you sure this isn't going to affect the girl's health? Is this safe? If Horn loses something and ends up crippled, you will pay."
Cervantes asked as he stared at the intimidating sight, he wasn't happy with the idea of letting these strange monsters do something to his girl after seeing the horrors of the other labs during the many teleports needed to get here.
"Affirmative, except for the expected pain while we install the cybernetics needed to better handle the weapon, there will be no reduction in her overall health, ability to copulate, or motor functions."
Laplace replied clinically, not unlike a doctor reassuring a patient's relatives before a procedure.
"You didn't tell us she was going to have surgery before?" The leaders were startled, while Cervantes and Horn backed away, the function of those dangling cables revealed.
"This unit didn't see the need for it and expected you to know about it." Laplace's tone was one of questioning, "Such a weapon would not be so easy to use if you just carried it around like a normal gun.
"Are you okay with this Horn? You can back out anytime you want, girlie, you're good enough as it is."
Cervantes wasn't happy with the situation. After finally deciding to let go of the past, the man didn't want to lose his big girlfriend to some unknown operation.
"Hm, I'm fine with it, it will be more power to defend you, and with such firepower, I'll be permanently on the seat of the strongest of the seas."
Horn reassured him, feeling tingly inside at the thought of the man she liked showing such concern for her.
"Perhaps after this, we should find Leviathan to test the power of this beauty and then do the same to the cursed Manta, then everyone will know the pecking order in my oceans once and for all."
Horn wouldn't miss the chance to get more power either, for unlike everyone else in the Jiggly Pirates, she felt having long since reached her peak. Her eyes twinkled as she saw the huge cannon behind the layers of reinforced glass.
"Subject acceptance recorded, preparing operating rooms, everyone except the subject please leave the premises," Laplace announced as the alarms sounded again and the floor began to open into a large vat of green liquid.
"See you later, Cervantes~"
Horn said her goodbyes to the Jiggly Pirates before jumping into the vat.
As we waited and watched Horn submerge into the deep green liquid, I couldn't even begin to think about what it consisted of. Many mechanical arms surged forth and began to operate on her, the visage was stomach curling but she didn't seem like she was feeling any of it.
"Fascinating, the sheer vitality of this Narwhal girl is like no other, even with the anesthetics I expected some discomfort, but she's acting like they're less than mosquitoes."
Promestein appeared beside me, Cervantes gave her a dirty look but didn't act on it in case Horn was taken hostage, Lime and Erubetie clenched their fists, remembering the attack at the Slime Spring, but looking at my face they decided to let me handle it, Hime didn't react.
"Promestein, haven't you gone too far? Did you really need so many soldiers? How many did you even kill to reach this number?" I criticized the scientist, careful not to antagonize her too much.
"I had to make sure it was convincing to her, my colleague. It's been almost 500 years since Ilias gave the order, but I won't deny that I took a certain amount of pleasure in my experiments, especially when she sent angels who broke her commandments."
Making the flimsiest of excuses, the scientist smiled playfully. She would never have worked so hard on behalf of Ilias. Her true colors were also on display with her last comment.
"Ugh, why the person I need the most to avoid the worst outcome ended up as such a villain... Karma will hit you hard in the end, you know?" I groaned at the scientist.
"Would this karma you speak of be the patented Jiggly Pirates befriending? Hm, you're welcome to try."
Promestein chuckled as a plant tentacle emerged from her cloak and swayed around, its beautiful pink and fleshy mouth opening and blowing a tantalizing scent into my face. Luckily, I'd had plenty of training with Alma Elma and my Queen Lime back at the Monster Lord's Castle, so simple aphrodisiacs like this wouldn't affect me so easily.
"Now to file a complaint, this teleportation device you gave us is defective, we had to blink all over the world before reaching our destination. Why is that, when we could always find the same laboratory during our stay in Hellgondo?"
After removing the tentacle pussy from my face, I was completely done with such a defective product, and I was this close to calling Promestein a bumbling fool like the angels she hated so much.
"That was on purpose. By letting you know how many hideouts we've built around the world, it was a show of force if you ever planned to stand in our way."
Promestein, unperturbed by my denial of her tentacle, called it back under her cloak.
"And also an investment for the future, as each lab has confirmed your position as one of the Chief Researchers, whoever survives this ordeal will take full control of our labs and will be responsible for carrying our torch and leading the masses into the future." She announced, feeling proud of herself.
"Well, the first part of that went down the drain. Since we ended up standing in your way anyway after you sent your army to attack the Slime Spring in Ilias continent." Holding them back, I finally said what Lime and Erubetie wanted to hear.
"That was, outside of what we'd planned..." Promestein looked nervous as she saw the two slime queens, capable of fighting angels and becoming nukes, preparing to attack her in her main lab, while she was still feeling the effects of her first confrontation with Luka.
"Attacking the hidden slime girls had no strategic purpose, the order was only to attack Iliasville and awaken the hero's blood heritage. Blame that foolish sadist Ranael for wasting my creations!"
A trembling Promestein took a step back from the advancing Slime Queens while shifting the blame to the recently indisposed, and Lime and Erubetie promised at that very moment that they would find the angel again in the heavens and send her to the Superheaven.
"Promestein, you're nervous, it seems your fusion with the ancient seaweed didn't go as planned. Are you losing control?"
I called out to her. Even with the threat Lime and Erubetie posed to the scientist, the way Promestein was acting so nervous and emotional was unlike her.
"This is just a setback, and I have more than enough time to get the hero and to achieve my goal." Promestein took a deep breath and went back to her usual stoicism.
"Then shouldn't you hunt down the hero?" Lime didn't want Luka to lose to this meanie who was in desperate need of befriending, but she didn't want her to die either, Promie needed to pay for her crimes while still alive.
"He must save the people of this world and some of my creations before I meet him again. I can't pass on my torch to the human race if there is no human race left."
"Hm, but then you'll have one chance to defeat him at his most powerful. While you rot from the inside out or die horribly."
"Live tests are not without risk." Promestein was set on what she wanted to do, and nothing I could say to her now was going to change that.
"Well then, I have a suggestion, considering you gave me authority over the labs." I tried to change the subject, grabbing her attention.
"Make a copy of all your plans and give it to Radio and Laplace, you've got my word I won't let it fall into Tamamo's hands, after all, if the worst comes to the worst, we'll have to build the spaceship to survive in the void until you know who finds it funnier to give us another chance."
Promestein groaned in exasperation: "Sighs, to think that someone like her could get that kind of power..."
Even if she planned it with Black Alice, Promestein had shivers being reminded that out of the two of them, it was the deranged woman-child that achieved her goals.
"Isn't it? She could just break the seal on Heinrich's prison, disappear with him, and finally achieve her happy end. Instead, she decided to go with that horrible tea party." I complained to a scientist who nodded in agreement.
swirl bzzzzt vrrrrrr
The loud noises brought back their attention to the ongoing surgery on Horn as the cannon was being connected to her.
"So, what are the specs of that thing, considering who it needs to hurt, I don't think your run-of-the-mill energy will be enough." Roman was brimming with curiosity, big and cool guns were a man's dream after all.
"Fufu, it's good you asked, that weapon is my greatest collaborative creation with Lucia. After analyzing records of the Hero's Quadruple Giga skill, we thought to ourselves, why don't we make an energy weapon out of it? We have the equivalents to the four spirits after all." Promie proudly announced as the charge gauge finally filled up.
whirrrl click click click click fssshhhh
"So you mounted their essences into that behemoth of a cannon?" I noticed the four empty chambers filling up with their equivalent colors.
"Better, we mounted the original artificial spirits on it, not the mass-produced copies distributed to the leaders of the invasion army. They are close to 80% of the power of the original spirits, compared to the mass-produced ones who don't reach even 40%" Promestein was enthusiastic about this, maybe she also liked big weapons.
The colors condensed into the shape of the artificial spirits before being sealed up to the outside world, still, their power was large enough to see hues of red, blue, yellow, and green from the outside.
"Wouldn't it be better to save them? Wasn't your plan to supplant the originals?"
(This explains why many enemies by this point had access to the same spirits. The artificial ones couldn't make contracts with multiple people like the originals could.) I thought to myself.
"Bah, that woman never cared about what I did, only about the results. If everything else failed and she killed all of humanity for the 'new humans' she commissioned, she would be left ruling a floating piece of charcoal when the artificial spirits I gave her eventually exploded."
Promestein ranted with anger, not seeing how similar to Ilias she was acting. I decided to call her out on it.
"Hmm, your callous disregard for most of your creations makes you as bad as Ilias, haven't you seen it yet?" Promestein's expression of shock was amusing but I continued.
"The way you mistreat Radio calling her a piece of junk to the point she began referring to herself as such." Is very much like how Eden is treated. "Except that without Radio's existence, Laplace would've never been born."
"Then Laplace herself said she's to self-destruct if she's defeated by Luka, wasn't she supposed to be your magnum opus? Destroying her like that if she fails is something Ilias would do, Lucifina being such an example."
Promestein should be in the know considering the doppel Luka project. The scientist began biting her thumbnails.
"And now you tell me that if you lose you'll make sure the entire world is destroyed? Just like how Ilias' threat won the war thousands of years ago?" Roman continued comparing the redhead to the blonde.
"I'm not like her-"
Promestein felt each accusation like an arrow piercing through her, the influx of emotions making her lose control of her monstrous plant tentacles for a moment as they lashed around.
"Well anyways, I've already convinced Laplace to come with us when that eventually happens. I can't have someone so adorable and useful dying alone in the darkness of a collapsing lab"
I shook my head in disapproval of the redhead, breaking her from her mumblings and self-excuses.
"Taking my daughter away behind my back are you?"
Being told I planned to steal Laplace from under her nose was enough for her to control her emotions. Promestein for the first time showed protectiveness of another, did she learn to care?
"Hahahah, now you admit she's your daughter instead of a tool? I'm also adopting Radio."
fluuusshhh, vrrrrrrrrr plop
"Surgery complete, rate of compatibility with the cybernetics 80%. We recommend the subject to be fed with as much semen and red meats as you can acquire. Alternatively, both slime queens can feed the Narwhal part of their biomass."
Laplaces's voice presented her report clinically to those in the waiting room.
"Artificial spirits stabilized at 75%. It will slowly increase as they adapt to their new environment. I recommend the subject to speak with them and establish the command chain, closeness to one another has a small risk of the spirits developing ego."
"That's unexpected. " Promestein didn't program the artificial spirits to have such a feature, tools didn't need emotions after all.
"But not without its uses, they could be used to compliment the spirits that already exist, or to bring life to a new world," I mumbled imagining the possibilities.
To think the artificial spirits had that much potential, maybe they could bring life back to a world of ruin.
"Are you okay girlie?"
Cervantes called out a groggy Horn, who by this point had half of her body implanted with sleek black-colored cybernetics pulsating with lights.
The humanoid part of our Narwhal girl was outfitted with a black leotard adapted to her serpentine proportions, not different from those used by Assassinroid and Lamiaroid, the tight black material being a nice contrast to her whites and making her ample bosom look even bigger. Was this one of Promestein's kinks? I noticed many of her roids have a leotard of some kind.
click click click click fshhhhh
Prosthetic muscles covered her arms from shoulders to hands, cables that used to be dangling under the cannon, vacuum sealed themselves into the ports on her left arm which had far more implants than her right one. Giving her an asymmetric feel that reminded me of the apoptosis Valto in that regard.
Her back had another large container which was currently empty, four cables connecting it to each of the artificial spirits chambers on top of the canon. We probably needed to fill it ourselves to supply more energy to the artificial spirits.
(It will be difficult after most of our crew dispersed to defend the many towns against the invasion.)
fshhh
A smooth faceplate opened up revealing her hidden face. Inside of it, one could see a bunch of flowing data, was it a computing system to help during battle? I could only guess. There also was a human-shaped imprint at the height of her mouth. That I knew exactly what it was for, I offered silent prayers to Cervantes.
"Hmm, I feel better than ever, these improvements were no joke." Horn stretched out and flexed her muscles, confirming no impairment or loss of flexibility even with the added machinery.
"Considering who we need to defeat, it's good news indeed." I agreed proud of the beauty in front of me.
"Do you like my new look, Cervantes?" Horn asked bashfully, ready to rip it all off her, if the man she liked found it distasteful.
"Hmm, you feel powerful girlie, it compliments you." Cervantes had no time to cry out as he was scooped up for kisses, her faceplate closing with him inside. Horn was feeling parched now, she also got four small pulls in her mind asking for energy.
(You must be the artificial spirits, don't start falling for him, he's mine). Horn asserted herself over the 4 who couldn't answer with anything but silence as she went back and enjoyed this closed space just for her and her lifemate.
"Hmm, this juicy intel will get me a nice man to punish~" An unseen cupid idiotically announced herself before quickly finding out she couldn't teleport away.
"Lime get her!" I called out my already moving captain.
"Oh, not again!" The now panicking cupid was enveloped by a peckish slime girl and sent to heaven in less than 10 seconds, the sheer pleasure making the horny angel forget everything she heard here.
"At this point, I think that angel developed a taste for it, this is the 5th time the same cupid was caught without effort and sent back after being eaten or raped without putting up any resistance," Promestein commented as she scooped up the mess of wet feathers left by the girl. "Soon enough Ilias will be tired of her failures and send me a new test subject fufu."
"Well, I feel kinda bad for them, they have the horniness of succubi but aren't allowed to do it with people until they ascend to heaven," Roman commented, pocketing some feathers himself.
"Don't, their debauchery had them purposefully whisking people away more than you would think. Still, it works for me, their low intelligence and weakness to pleasure is enough for me to cover up my side jobs, and when caught raping men for fun instead of punishment, they always end as subjects for my experiments." This explained why those chimera angels always moaned they were sinners and deserved the punishment.
"Now that our business is concluded, the next time we see one another will either be as enemies, or at my deathbed. It was nice hearing your ideas and working on some of them, Roman." Promestein turned her back and began walking away.
"It's a shame we didn't have more time to test new serums, I'll always be wondering how many more fusions with monster DNA you could take before it was too much… Hmm…"
Stopping a distance from us she pulled a vial out of her pocket and threw it at me.
"I didn't have time to test this one, it was interesting to find out something tampered with the vampirism serum weeks ago. As the one who created it, the ingredients within weren't part of the original recipe. So using part of the tampered sample, I made this serum just for you. Will you achieve a perfect transformation or dissolve into a pile of goo I wonder." Promestein smiled mysteriously before teleporting away.
"Something not even Promie knows tampered with this… I wonder…" I pocketed the vial not wanting to risk it yet.
"Hey you love birds, it's time to go!" I called out Horn and her faceplate opened again, as Cervantes slid down and fell to her hands, utterly spent.
"Hmm, I missed this~ A good and calm milking of the man I love after all these days of battling." Horn licked her lips.
"Hm hm, doing it is all good and fine, sadly we won't have time for it in the next few days…"
"I recommend your party to rest for tonight, researcher Roman," Laplace announced.
"It's not recommended for the Narwhal to engage in physical intensive activities such as fighting until she's fully recovered, the spirits also need to stabilize. This drainlab is supplied with facilities to rest and amusement." Laplace offered before warning us.
"Still the defense systems set in place won't stop even for recognized workers, so don't roam outside your rooms during the after-hours."
"Hm, what do you think my friends?"
"Puru~ let's play"
"Fufufu, the next few days will be intensive, my dear. You need to feed your lovers."
"I have to go back and protect the spring, I'll have to refuse the invitation," Erubetie spoke with impatience.
"Wha, hnnnng~" I was milked in record time by the slime queen before she teleported away.
"Ara~ fufufu~" Hime couldn't hold back her giggles after what just happened.
"Good Luck Erubetie~" Lime was assured that her sister would be enough to protect the girls at Undine's home.
"So, let's do it again my Cervantes." Horn was the first to disappear to her allocated room. Soon followed me and my two wives.
As we left, the drainlab returned to its silent darkness, only forgotten moans of new subjects being milked echoing through these halls.