A/N:
What is it about GFL2 that's making everyone so fucking stupid? It's the 3D models, isn't it.

The memes hurt, and so now they'll hurt you too.

One late night on the Elmo, after an intense battle with ELIDs, the commander and Nemesis are walking across the top of the Elmo, admiring the startlingly clear sky.

While rare in the wastelands, sometimes the nights can truly be beautiful out here.

"I'm glad you made it back to base, Nemesis."

"Wanding sprites… darkened plains."

"Yes, the night is gorgeous, isn't it?" The commander cups her chin, and she blushes.

It wasn't what she meant at all, but if it makes him feel happy… "Poisoned epitaphs… slackened slurry."

"Well, duh." The commander nods, despite the fact that that wasn't a question. "Oh, uh… by the way, I managed to clear our schedules for tonight. I know it's been a while, but we should be able to spend the night together."

Nemesis' eyes widen. "A shining beacon… in a brave new world?"

"Yep." The Commander grins. "Freshly polished."

"A puddle of concern… drains into a swamp!"

"Glad you're excited too." He nods. "So, shall we?"

"A rabbit's path… does not cross."

"Oh, don't worry about that either, like I said I cleared our schedules-"

The Commander lays Nemesis down onto the bed, the powerful doll holding herself still in eager anticipation of the night's activities.

The Commander is, predictably, a deviant. Who else would exile himself to the wastes with nothing but a few dolls to keep himself company for a decade?

He leans down to kiss her forehead, and her coolant is pumped through her facial regions, providing a faint blush that's almost invisible against her darkened skin.

"You're so beautiful, Nemesis." He cups her chin, and goes in for a kiss on her lips. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Weathered steps… a faint shimmer."

"She says she loves you too."

The Commander pauses, turning to the third occupant of the room. Krolik, in full combat dress, her arms crossed and a look of pure disgust on her face. She's sitting in the chair next to the desk, a nice office chair.

A very nice chair.

"Er…" The Commander scratches his chin. "Can't you sound more… enthusiastic?"

Krolik's face contorts into an expression of rage the commander hasn't seen on a doll since M16 tried to chop his sausage off for screwing M4- "Fine. Just give me a minute to prepare myself." Krolik closes her eyes.

"Alright." The Commander turns back to Nemesis, still blushing on the bed, waiting for the caressing to continue. "So, where were we?"

"A path denied…"

"Ah yes." He kisses her lips, then starts to move down her body. First, his lips find her jaw, then her neck. As he moves down, Nemesis reaches up to start tugging at her uniform, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the Elmo.

The Commander starts to kiss the jiggly mounds, fingers coming up to play with the artificial flesh, fingers gently sinking into the pliable material.

"A longing of time… miracles of darkness."

"'Oh yes! I love that!'"

The Commander once again pauses his ministrations to look behind himself at Krolik.

She's staring at the due intently, eyes burning bright in the dimmed room. "What?"

"...Nothing."

He once more returns to Nemesis' body, lips finding her nipple and wrapping around the protrusion, Nemesis arching her back as his hands wander further south, peeling back her uniform.

She squirms in pleasure as his hands find her nether regions, and in her mind, she praises Miss Persica for bestowing her kind with a fully functional set of genitals instead of making them barbie dolls, despite how employers had complained over the years.

The Commander stops sucking her breasts and starts moving down her body once more, lips pressing against her stomach, toned through years of exercise- wait, doll. Toned from the factory, and then down to where they had recently installed the wombforce, and then finally-

"Midnight enthralls!"

"'Please, suck on my clit!'"

The Commander does as Krolik echoes, his lips surrounding the pronounced nub near the top of the labia, tongue teasing it as he works his lips.

Nemesis' hands grab The Commander's head and presses his face harder into her groin, moaning once more. "Hills of darkness-"

"'Yes! Work the tongue like that!'"

"-in fields of shadow!"

"'I'm coming!" Krolik's voice climbs high, matching Nemesis' own tone as she once more arches her back, artificial organs expelling liquid she had specially ordered once her Commander had expressed an interest in squirting.

The Commander jerks his head away, blinking a few times at the unexpected deluge, licking it from his lips.

"Hmm. Cherry flavor?"

Nemesis nods, a proud look on her face.

"Good choice."

"Wavering foundations."

"'Of course, dear. Now, fuck me into next Friday.'"

The COmmander stands up, sparing a glance for the still disgusted looking Krolik as he drops his pants, the buckle giving him trouble as Nemesis rolls over onto her stomach and sticks her ass in the air.

So inviting… but first!

"Downtrodden land… finds great wealth?"

"'Why are you jamming your dick between my feet?'"

"UWOOOOO FEET!" The Commander crows, pumping faster and faster. "Patented stocking rendering! Frontline, more like Feetline! LET ME FEEL THEM GRIPPERS!"

An explosion of white fluid sprays out, coating Nemesis' stockings and probably ensuring she could never wear them again. Then again, since when has anyone studied her ankles aside from her Commander?

"A tangential moon… rubs a weary hole."

"'And now for the main event. Fuck me silly, Commander!'"

The Commander pauses, post-nut clarity currently high even as his throbbing member gets ready for another round. "Krolik, interpret properly."

"I am." If possible, her scowl grows even deeper. "Not my fault she's hornier than Kalina."

The Commander sighs, turning back to his personal ona- er, his waifu doll. Look, a pussy. Fuck the pussy.

He strokes his dick a few times, but if anything it's started to recede.

Fucking Krolik. Why'd she have to remind him of Kalina? How is he supposed to get it up when she aged so much! It's just not fair!

Nemesis sits up, blinking her bright eyes at her Commander, an unspoken question on her lips.

"Sorry, Nemmy. Give me a moment." He closes his eyes. Just imagine her back when she was eighteen… yeah. Gotta fuck that barely legal pussy.

"A weakened beam… a soft landing."

"Maybe if you could keep it up-"

"Shut up!" The Commander growls, shoving his penis inside the squishy tissues engineered for maximum comfort. "I'll show you impotent!"

Nemesis reaches up and wraps her arms around her Commander's neck, murmuring into his ear. "A wandering garden… makes a simple path."

"'Let's come together, my love!'"

The Commander humps with all his might, hips moving back and forth so fast that the artificial lube starts to get scraped away. Every muscle in his lower body tightens, and his pelvis thrusts in once more, his genitals all the way merged with hers.

Nemesis records the quantity of semen deposited, and finds that the amount is more than he had deposited into Colphne last night. Obviously, this is because she's the better lover and not because Colphne had tied him up while he was sleeping to extract her 'sample'.

"A final breath… meet a void."

"'Do you want to go for round two, Commander?'"

"Eh…" The Commander straightens up. "Not… Krolik, you can leave."

She blinks, bunny ears waving slightly. "What? Why?"

"Because it's…" The Commander hesitates. "It's distracting."

"A grove of wonders… meets its end."

"'Please let her watch, it's exciting for me.' Seriously, Nemesis?!"

Nemesis nods.

"Well, if she's fine with it." The Commander shrugs. "Eat a Daikon Mushroom!"

Krolik sighs, sinking into her chair a bit more, wishing Nemesis would get her fucking vocal module fixed so she wouldn't have to participate… The chair's pretty nice though.

He returns to her vagina, tongue tasting the mix of KY jelly and semen-

A/N:
Okay, that's about my tolerance for that.