Longing Snake

Meryl felt her feet dragging. Her arms were being pulled along, and her feet were dragging. This was the extent of her world for the time being. That and a mouth full of sick that she didn't have the energy to expel yet. As whoever had taken her dragged her on, Meryl thought back, her memory still foggy as to exactly what happened. The order was given to move in on Liquid, but then... something happened to her head... a sudden wave of nausea, her head swimming, barely registering the panicked cries of Johnny. Her foot hit a stone, shifting her leg and exposing a cold, wet sensation at her crotch. Great, I pissed myself. A total loss of control. Her dazed mind slowly began to piece it together. Can't see what the rest of the Rat Patrol are up to, that means they're out of it. Her nanomachines must have gone haywire. Or were made to go haywire... is that what Ocelot's SOP was supposed to do?

She tried to shake her hands free from whoever was dragging her, only to be rewarded with a mildly painful electric shock. She gasped in pain, her legs bucking. The assailant's pace didn't shift at all. She mustered all the control she could manage to open her eyes. They were going down what could be any dusty, hot city street, at an unrelenting pace. The way her assailant held Meryl's arms faced her backwards, making any sort of identification impossible for the time being. Meryl regained more of her faculties, and began spitting the bile from her mouth as she watched the street go by. Whoever had taken her made no sign of noticing Meryl was awake. She closed her eyes before tears betrayed her stoicism; help wasn't going to come any time soon. If what she experienced was SOP in action, only Johnny would be unaffected, wherever he was. And he's probably wired up with more nanomachines than I'd ever be; if I got hit this badly, I don't want to know what happened to him, especially the way he is now. It was almost shocking seeing how much of a toll the last few years had taken from him, not at all the same man from Shadow Moses...

Meryl felt water soak the cuffs of her pants as whoever had her dragged her through water. Opening her eyes, she felt her body drop into a gentle stream, the cool water flowing over her still numb limbs. She made an effort to sit up, but couldn't find the strength. Morbid curiosity was beginning to stir inside her; who took her, and why? She shakily rose to her feet, standing in a ankle-deep stream, and staggered around to confront her captor. As she did, liquid metal thundered around her, thick, snake-like coils surprising her and holding her rigid as she stared into the blank, wide-set 'face' of Laughing Octopus.

“Aagh!” Meryl panicked, squirming feebly against the vice-like grip the cyborg's coils that held her in. Octopus chuckled softly as it leaned forward, examining the face of her prey, then holding up a finger in front of where its mouth would be.

"Don't laugh," the Beast's semi-synthetic Beauty voice whispered. Meryl simply stared in horror, feeling the machine's steely tendrils tighten ever-so-slightly around her more. Octopus turned around and held Meryl out to its side, allowing the FOXHOUND member a glance at the road. PMCs were swarming into the city, presumably under Liquid's orders. Any sound would be enough to draw the attention of the Gekkos that accompanied them. Octopus lowered itself slowly into the water, an electric sounding gurgle signifying that she'd turned on some sort of Octocam system, similar to what he was using. From the road, Meryl judged, it would be impossible to make the two of them out. That sense of helplessness washed over her anew.

She watched silently as the PMC unit marched past, unsure which of the many strange new enemies associated with combating Liquid Ocelot she was afraid of most. While death at the hands of the Gekkos was guaranteed to be quick, albeit gruesome, Beauty and the Beast seemed to have a reputation for playing with their prey, and were thus an unknown factor. It was while she debated the merits of shouting for the PMCs to come kill her quickly that Octopus decided to make a move, shifting Meryl's form in its Medusa-like 'arms' so that she was being carried on her side, facing behind the cyborg, and noticed for the first time that the wave of PMCs had passed. Noting that Meryl was decidedly more docile now, Octopus resumed its own march, gifting Meryl the dignity of not being dragged.

Meryl was carried off into a lush outcrop of forest, watching the path Octopus had taken carefully for landmarks. If she had any opportunity to escape from Beauty and the Beast, she had to take it. The roadside creek gave way to lush outcrops of forest, and eventually a concealed base of sorts. The pockmarked walls and green surrounds suggested it had been a while since a regular military unit had taken residence here. Despite the ever decreasing chance of escape, Meryl committed the route to memory. Left at the fork, straight at the tree, left again at the river and onto the road. Left, straight, left. Head back to town, find the rest of the Rat Pack if they aren't already dead, kill Ocelot and get the fuck out of dodge. Now that sounds like a plan. Now all she needed was the chance.

It came much sooner than she'd expected. Octopus unraveled her appendages, dumping Meryl roughly onto the ground so suddenly she almost didn't realize she was free. She rose into a crouch, dusting the gravel from her clothes. She studied her captor briefly, as it approached her. It didn't seem to be attacking her, almost as if it were curious. Seeing the menacing figure of the Beast advance, Meryl glanced quickly around the run down base, and saw a desolate security checkpoint that wasn't on the other side of Octopus. She turned tail and ran, stumbling slightly on the first step out of terror. She heard heavy footsteps behind her as Octopus started to give chase. Shit, shit, shit! Meryl found an extra burst of speed, bolting for the nearer exit.

A black blur shot from above her right shoulder, landing where the boom gate would've been, and Meryl felt her heart sink again. A large canine shape was blocking her path, and the loose gravel at her feet wouldn't allow her to stop herself from running directly into Crying Wolf, who now blocked her escape. Wolf cocked its cylindrical head back, and made no attempt to soften the inevitable blow, throwing an already sore and weary Meryl flat on her back. A mournful choking sob rent the humid air as the second cyborg leapt over Meryl, pinning the soldier to the ground. A cruel laugh pierced her ears as Meryl stared up in panic at the blank visage of Wolf, the woman still wincing at what might be a broken rib. It seemed today was not a good day to be Meryl Silverburgh.

Meryl felt a pin prick her left arm, and Wolf lifted itself from Meryl's beaten body. But before Meryl made the effort to sit up, she felt something else pull her to her feet. Meryl's head was screaming many things at once; one, my body's moving by itself dear god not again, two, that's just fucking great, now I've got three of them to deal with, and three, I sure could use a cigarette. Screaming Mantis turned Meryl's head around, and thrust its hand into Meryl's face, showing the soldier a dark, metallic chunk of shrapnel. Meryl stared down, still pinned to the air by whatever Mantis was using to control her body. She studied the object closer, and realized she was staring at the head of Beast number four, Raging Raven. Someone beat it.

“Good, it's just you three now,” she managed, gritting her teeth, “It's just a matter of time before you all get your shiny asses kicked.”

Wolf's sobs grew louder, and Octopus sounded off as she did best. Mantis wasn't so forgiving. The backhand almost tore Meryl's jaw off, and Mantis seemed happy to finish the job with the scythe in its other hand. She shook Raven's head in front of Meryl again, and menacingly held the blade under Meryl's throat. Realization dawned on the redhead.

“Is this an interrogation?” She asked. No response. “You think I did it?” Mantis seemed to lean in closer; perhaps that was it. “Me, kill Raven? You've gotta be kidding me...”

The blade moved away from her throat. Thank god... Meryl's muscles relaxed, or at least those that could. She still hung suspended by Mantis'....whatever it used. What does it want now? Mantis leaned forward, its blank face seeming to peer closely at Meryl. She grew increasingly worried as Mantis began to look excited, nodding furiously at Wolf and Octopus, who became quite talkative. Those lightning quick metallic limbs Meryl had grown accustomed to whirled around her again.

“Laugh with me!” Octopus cried, sounding genuinely ecstatic. Wolf moaned, swung her body around, and jabbed Meryl in the gut with her tail, evidently tipped with a hypodermic needle. As the needle left her skin, Octopus relinquished her hold on the soldier again, and Meryl fell back to her feet, still semi-hovering under Mantis' spell. Mantis lifted a third hand in front of Meryl now, amidst the excited noises the other two Beasts were making. Suspended from this hand was a bladed hand puppet. Her attention was ripped from this new development by the fact that her right hand had shot under her belt. Meryl barked in surprise, her eyes shooting back to Mantis, who tilted its head, the puppet drawing its right arm across its front, over the juncture of the legs. Meryl gasped as her own hand explored her crotch further, drawing more gasps and squeals. God no get out of my head you faceless freak please stop god no stop it stop raping me please no more no tin can fucking bucket of bolts is going to get me off get off me now didn't seem to do any good as Mantis continued her forced self-assault of Meryl, who was beginning to respond a little more to the administrations, groaning as her own rebellious digits pushed their way into her moistening slit. She hung there, mortified, watching her body fingerfuck itself in front of these mechanical monsters. Her left hand went to her breast, fingers creeping under her flak jacket and pressing into her nipple. Meryl's eyes eased shut as her hips rocked of their own accord, pushing her fingers into new, undiscovered locations, her whole body shuddering as a new set of cold, metal hands sliced at fabric and kevlar, the shreds of her uniform falling to the dusty ground, leaving the soldier in a singlet and panties. Meryl fucked herself in earnest now, desperately close to release now, yet so far. As fast as she -Mantis is making me- frigged herself, she simply couldn't reach the plateau. She tweaked her nipple hard, and bucked harder, but there was no end in sight. A foreign arm wrapped around her waist, and another cold, metal finger slid down her back, giving Meryl shivers as she furiously fucked herself. The finger dipped quickly and with great precision into her back door, and Meryl gasped as it began thrusting in and out, in opposition to her own fingers, and the soldier felt the sensations spike into a delicious orgasm. Her fingers slacked but continued to mindlessly fuck her as Meryl groaned with the waves of pleasure breaking against her.

Her left arm fell across the one at her waist, one one she presumed belonged to Octopus, and she gently opened her eyes. There was no arm. Octopus had not moved, and the puppet had been put away. Meryl's fingers were still inside her, even still casually thrusting in and out underneath her underwear, and she still felt the digit in her rear. Meryl panicked, and reached behind her. Nothing. This seemed to amuse Octopus to no end, laughing loudly from behind her, and the arms wrapped around her again. The heads of these appendages unfurled to reveal the cold, hard fingers that gripped her own hands not a hour ago. This time the arms gripped each of her arms, lifting her into the air. A third slithered between her legs, tearing away her underwear on the way, leaving Meryl naked from the waist down, sitting on a fist-thick tentacle that doubled for a wooden horse. The limb bent upward, grinding Meryl's clit against the appendage, eliciting a groan from the bucking woman, still experiencing aftershocks from her prior treatment. However, thankfully, no other stimulation was offered. It gave Meryl a moment to take stock of the situation. I have to stay conscious. Stick to the plan. Let them get tired of you, then run. Left, straight, left. Find the Rats, kill Ocelot, run like hell. Meryl began to break into a sweat. Still nothing from the others. I can't even see their monitors now...wait a minute, that's not supposed to happen. Huh? Where's my heads-up display? Shit, that injection...nanomachines!

A tingling burn built steadily over her crotch now. Meryl shifted her weight back, lowering the warmth to the cool metal limb below her. She heard Octopus chuckle, and felt the heat grow further south. Meryl rocked back, cooling her ass down. But the fire returned to her front, and she shifted forward again. She began to see a pattern in this.

“Oooh – oh! - oh no, I'm not playing that – ah – that game,” she managed. Octopus gave another low chuckle. Mantis approached slowly, and Octopus dipped the limb low, picking up the fellow cyborg, sliding her along the length of the limb towards Meryl. Every fiber of Meryl's being was focused on not twitching a muscle, an effort to keep the tingling sensation from increasing. But despite that, it seemed to intensify on its own accord.

Meryl felt cool hands on her face, and turned to see Mantis' face. And it was a face now, it was all too clear to Meryl now. Those lights must be lenses, or eyes, and that joint in the metal must be her jawline...how did she not see it sooner? Mantis was coming to join her because she felt lonely! Meryl's arms shot out and embraced the Beauty, grinding her clit hard into the tentacle, again and again, keeping up with the rhythm Mantis was already setting herself, and before long Meryl collapsed against the puppet-master in another drawn out orgasm. Octopus laughed heartily as Meryl gasped and moaned, writhing against Mantis. The limb extricated itself from Meryl's legs just as Wolf decided she wanted to play too, pouncing onto the soldier, pinning her legs under her paws.

It was at this point her military mind kicked into gear again. Get out left straight left rats ocelot run out left straight left rats ocelot cum pout left straight lezz rats help ocelot run snake lezz straight lezz help ocelot God Snake HELP! She thrashed underneath the Beast to no avail, as a startling buzz from down south attracted her attention. Startled, she looked down, expecting to see a vibrating attachment of Wolf's. Nothing was there. The buzz hit again, and she swore through the intense spike to her head that her own clit moved on its own. It struck her like a ton of bricks. Nanomachines that target the pleasure sensors pleasure overload beasts brainwash beauties beauty and the beast dear god they propagate feels so good her eyes went white for a brief moment, and she saw him leaning over her.

“Snake!” she cried, throwing her arms around his shoulders, letting him position himself, thrust in and complete her again after so many years. She bucked against him like a woman possessed, even as she felt something wash over her abdomen, a tingling warm something that spread over her torso and further, caressing every inch of her body as it went, teasing her nipples into extension, her body going crazy with need, thrusting like never before against – Crying Wolf as the nanomachines emptied over the woman's body spread to cover every inch of flesh, bringing with it a command to those injected before to give the woman a release she'd never experience again.

“Snake! Snake! Snake! Snaaaaaaaake!” she screamed to the world as Wolf's tail jerked inside the woman who was Meryl Silverburgh, and she spasmed uncontrollably, the silver shimmering liquid suit covering her from neck to toe now working to calm the body down until she went limp...

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A familiar voice woke her. She knew it from somewhere, but she couldn't be sure. It was gravelly, with hints of both Russian and English, but it was so hard to tell through the water she seemed to be immersed in.

“Now this is a find!” he said, rather impressed. “Good work, my beauties!” She forced her eyes open and found herself looking down onto a white-haired man in a dark coat, petting - her friend - Crying Wolf and looking admirably onto the rest of – her unit – Beauty and the Beast.

The man turned to her now. “The great Meryl Silverburgh...” Was that supposed to be her? The name was very familiar, but she couldn't quite point out where from.

“What happened to Raven was unfortunate, but it seems the fates have given us a replacement.” Liquid Ocelot's smile was odd, the white moustache made him look funny. “Rest a little longer. Your body's almost ready, Longing Snake.”

“Snake!” she squealed excitedly. That was her name! Snake! Of course! Now she remembered! They were still making her a body, so she could go and have fun with the other Beauties! Snake relaxed in her tank again, closing her eyes. Time to sleep. When she woke up, she'd get to be with her friends again... She missed them...

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First of all, this has been written before Guns of the Patriots has been released, so when the game comes out there's bound to be the odd canonical error. I've written this based off what I've seen from the various trailers, so there'll be quite a few inconsistencies. But I've worked out what I'm tentatively calling a 'trailer canon', working out what scenes progress into which, and so on. I'm not going to bother changing any, because quite frankly I'm happy with it just the way it is. I might elaborate on a couple of scenes that seem rushed at a later date, but don't expect the plot (Plot? In my smut? It's more likely than you think) to change too much. Who knows, I might even write a sequel. What will happen when Snake meets Snake?

This is supposed to be set after whenever the E3 2007 trailer takes place, with the Rat Patrol falling to the SOP program. You know, everyone puking on, beating up and crapping themselves and all that. Johnny is the only one unaffected, so I assume it's now he runs off to find Snake (TGS 2007). Now, I am quite averse to the idea of Meryl dying, and I am quite receptive to seeing the Beauties getting some action, especially seeing how the latest 'Courage is Solid' trailer shows one (Octopus) outside their shell. Hence, this.

Anyway, tell me what you think.