The Sinful Legacy of NAnOMachInes

"Hey, is that"

"It is." If only her comrade FROG could see her smug look as she flipped through another page of the latest volume of Beauty And Beast, or as everyone lovingly called it...

"No fair, the newest Emotion Mag hasn't arrived for me yet. Can I take a look?"

"Why should I? Tell you what, I'll share it with you if you promise to do a special favor for me tonight."

The FROG dejectedly sighed through her helmet's filter. "You're such a nympho. Aren't the daily bonding exercises enough for you?"

"I don't hear a promise!"

"I just did that for you last night!"

"Going... going..."

"Alright! I promise, now let me see that damn magazine." Ripping the glad mag from her partner's hands, she took a gloved thumb to the crisp edge and peeled back its front cover, flipping off her visor's annoying computer interface functions. As the lines faded for a clear view, she ogled, star-struck, at the suited pose of a whitish-blonde haired goddess. Ah, what a sight of loveliness. The perfect tone of skin and muscle. Laughing Beauty, as they'd nicknamed her out of her mechanical suit, had an exquisite blend of model good looks and warrior spirit. Fine, soft hair displayed in the photograph so cleanly that the FROG could almost feel it herself. Those soft, natural pink lips. Her delicate, supple

"Hey, don't hog it! That's MY copy and I haven't read it yet." The other FROG screechingly broke the silent reverie, gazing over her comrade's shoulder from behind.

"It's better if I keep it from you anyway. Remember what happened the first time you read Emotion Mag? You don't want the boss to walk in seeing you like that."

"That only happened once! Besides, how do you expect me to control myself at the thought of sex with her." As if to emphasis the point beyond arguable, she tapped the magazine squarely on Laughing Beauty. "Your favors are amazing, but nothing could beat a REAL sex goddess. She'd be on my bed, laid out as I went down on her, laughing with delight as I gave her the orgasm of her life."

"Or she could be laughing at your..."

"That's rude!" The teasing laughter from her comrade made her blush with frustration beneath her helmet. She saw HER opening for verbal revenge at the turn of a page. "At least I don't have fantasies about Crying Beauty."

"What's wrong with Crying Beauty?!"

Making no small effort in mocking her back, the FROG made a small show of it. " 'Waahhh, your tongue feels so good. Waaahh, this is the best sex I've ever had. You're a real pro, oh wait I'm not sobbing loud enough.' What part of that isn't depressing?"

"You think Laughing Beauty is any better? Or that Raging Beauty would have been?" She flipped to the special centerfold made as a tribute to the deceased asian bombshell. "Imagine her thrusting all that anger against you, lashing out with uncontrollable rage, pounding you with everything she has."

"Oh stop, stop," she held her stomach in a vain effort at pressing down the urges bubbling up from within. "If you say anymore I think I might lose it."

"Nympho," she muttered under her breath. Coming to the last of the original four, she perked up at seeing the last of the original four. "Have I got a mood killer for you. Look here."

"Ick," the FROG didn't hesitate to say. "What a psycho."

"You aren't?"

"She.. I... That's different! She'd force me to do something weird for her like drink blood. I hate being the submissive one. And what's with the screaming? Likely to give a girl a complex."

"Riiiiiight." At the turn of another page... "Oh check this out! They added a section for Longing Beauty."

"Tch," the other FROG waved it off. "I don't know what you see in a freak like her. All she cares about is getting in that man Solid Snake's pants. I don't know whether to take her as a jilted lover who can't let go or a cock-shy virgin who waited too long to put out and can't get any."

"Don't talk like that! She knows who she wants and won't stop until she gets him. I think it's romantic."

"I think it's pathetic... whoa, who's that?" In the midst of her remark, they came to the next and last recent addition to the magazine. Photographs of this woman's sensuous tan face and wispy dark hair plastered the two remarkable pages in poses that went from sexy to pornographic. The sea-ship setting puzzled the FROGs as the woman went into various poses, labcoat slipping off and skirt shimmying down, private bits both teasingly hidden and put on full display in a natural progression. After a few minutes of joined gazing, the seated FROG popped up in a Eureka moment.

"I remember her! The boss had me and a few others guard her in South America. Her name is Naomi, she's a nanomachine expert kept around to help with one of the boss' big plans. I can say this much, the boss could've at least given her a proper bathroom. It isn't right to make a woman like her go for weeks without so much as a shower. Her skin was always so glossy under a light."

A brief pause of reflection gave way to an enthusiastic tone common for the 'nympho' of the two. "Hey, you said her name was Naomi? Guess what Naomi spells backwards."

"Don't say it..."

"I moan." She beamed with amused pride when the fellow FROG shook her head, hand to forehead, in staunch disgust.

"That's bad, even for you."

"It's not like I didn't have a little help. See? They're calling her Moaning Beauty. She doesn't even have her mech yet. Wait..." she froze in thought, pondering the familiar frame. "That face. Doesn't she look a little like the woman we're guarding?"

Their long mutual stare brought them both to looking behind them at precisely the same moment, the seated FROG rising and walking next to the other to take a closer look at their charge. The sharp features of her chin. The dark aureoles at the center of each smallish breast. The tiny ponytail. The nude woman was the distinct image of what they had to see in the Emotion Mag one more time to accept as true.

"It's time for you to awaken, Moaning Rat."

"That voice!" A glance back to the door and they saw their boss, Liquid Ocelot, standing resolute at the entrance to the medical lab. His trenchcoat flowed behind his steps, approaching the table as the woman on it sat up and threw herself at the nearest FROG. The nympho's natural reaction of trying to push the woman off ceased when she realized it wasn't an attack. At least, the kind she needed to act on.

"Oooohhh.... Fuck me." She spoke in raspy want, occasionally turning to cooing in a soft, wavering tone. "I can't wait another second. Take off that bulky suit so I can"

"Enough." Ocelot closed the gap and placed a firm hand on her slight shoulder. "You are my puppet to order as I wish. Obey and you will be rewarded. You have an appointment with Screaming Mantis."

"Uhnnn..." Moaning Rat's fingers traced the outside of the FROG's helmet as if searching for a latch or button. When she found none, she returned her finger to the edge of her lip. "Yes sir."

The swagger of her hips made a loving display of her buttocks as she silently followed her master, the pads used to monitor her vitals popping free of the lines tied to machines as she turned the corner.

They stared for several long moments after the duo. A scant few words were all that the nympho could think to say. "I have a new favorite."