Sisterly Love (AliaxIris)
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Category:
+M through R › Mega Man
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,157
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own MegaMan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sisterly Love (AliaxIris)
Alright, here’s to those who requested an AliaxIris fic! First off, this is the ENDING of what has happened. I’m planning to tell the story from the beginning after this prologue.
Until then, I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Iris or Alia or any other Megaman character. They are copyright Capcom.
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Prologue: An Iris Reborn
Alia stirred gently in the large bed, her arm moving over the comfortable blanket. Her hand slowly skimmed over the surface of the empty spot next to her, her left breast exposed as her arm moved about the soft mattress, as if it was searching for something. She then realized the absence of several feelings: legs intertwined together, arms wrapped in an embrace, a pair of soft breasts pushing against another pair, and most importantly, as her eyes slowly opened,
the expression of fulfillment on her companion’s face.
She let her arm move about the spot again before she looked about, her body still tired after the lovemaking last night. “Iris?” She called. “Iri-” The sound of the shower caught her attention. Her eyes fixed upon the mirror in the bathroom, the door completely open, allowing her to easily see Iris’ silhouette from the reflective glass. Alia smiled. She must’ve gotten up before she had.
…
Speaking of which, Alia turned her head to see the infrared alarm clock on her desk, the digits clearly reading 7:30 A.M. She groaned once she saw the time. Even after what had happened last night, she STILL can’t get up later than 8:00? Having worked as a navigator for the Maverick Hunters has led Alia to develop what she calls an ‘imprinted alarm clock’. From all her years working, she came to the point when she couldn’t get up later than 8:00 A.M., thirty minutes before her shift started. It wasn’t that she hated this tendency, not at all. Her punctuality and timing has gained her several raises and words of praise from Signas and of course, X. She flopped back on the pillow, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as her body from the stomach up lay exposed.
It’s just that she wanted more time to rest her exhausted body.
Just after her head hit the pillow, she heard the shower stop. The glass door opened and Iris stepped out, her body covered with droplets and her brown hair thick and wet from the absorbed water. The reploid walked out with a towel tosseled about her head, her hands working furiously to dry the synthetic hair. As she removed it from her head and started drying her body, she saw Alia, propped on her elbows with her chest exposed. “Oh, good morning Alia.” She greeted, her refined English accent present.
“Morning Iris.” Alia returned. She stretched her arms briefly before letting out a sigh. “How do you feel?”
There was a brief pause, all as Iris let the towel hit the floor, exposing her equally naked body, still covered in some wet droplets of water. “…Fine. I feel like my old self to say the very least.”
Alia smiled. “I’m glad to hear Iris.” Just then, she felt a familiar object by her right hand. Instinctively, she pulled it out from under the covers to find that it was a phallic-like object, the one that belonged to Iris. To any ordinary reploid, they would think that it was a strangely shaped dildo, probably issued by the now defunct Repliforce due to the distinguished seal on the side. However, for Iris and Alia, it meant something else entirely, something much more important to Iris’ existence. Alia looked at Iris, immediately noticing her expression. “Hey, do you still need this?” She asked.
“I…I don’t know…” Iris said, looking at the dildo like object. “It depends…It depends if you’ll stay with me, Alia.”
Alia smiled and walked off the bed. She strode over toward Iris and gently embraced her. “Of course I’ll be here for you. That’s what friends are for Iris, I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
Iris let out a small sniffle but quickly returned the embrace, both thankful and regretful. “Thank you Alia. I’m so sorry that I had to put you through this…I…I didn’t want to…”
“Iris, I already told you.” Alia started. “I wanted to do this. I wanted to help you Iris, and I’m glad I can. I know what it meant for the loss of your brother, and…you’re my friend Iris, I couldn’t let you live like that forever.”
Iris let out a gasp, feeling her metaphoric heart pull from Alia’s statement. Despite all that happened, despite having their friendship nearly destroyed, Alia still helped her. She alone saved her from the pain that had haunted her since the end of the fourth war (MMX4), and now, she felt complete.
“Th…Thank you…” She stuttered. “Thank you…Alia…”
…
Please…I don’t want to feel this pain again…The pain of loss and the pain of my missing half…
Please don’t ever leave me…
Sister.
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To answer your questions, no, this is NOT incest! Alia IS NOT Iris’ sister or related to Iris in any way!
I’ll be explaining this in the upcoming chapters, until then you guys, please R+R!
Again, Alia IS NOT related to Iris! She IS NOT related to her by creator or by relation!
Until then, I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Iris or Alia or any other Megaman character. They are copyright Capcom.
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Prologue: An Iris Reborn
Alia stirred gently in the large bed, her arm moving over the comfortable blanket. Her hand slowly skimmed over the surface of the empty spot next to her, her left breast exposed as her arm moved about the soft mattress, as if it was searching for something. She then realized the absence of several feelings: legs intertwined together, arms wrapped in an embrace, a pair of soft breasts pushing against another pair, and most importantly, as her eyes slowly opened,
the expression of fulfillment on her companion’s face.
She let her arm move about the spot again before she looked about, her body still tired after the lovemaking last night. “Iris?” She called. “Iri-” The sound of the shower caught her attention. Her eyes fixed upon the mirror in the bathroom, the door completely open, allowing her to easily see Iris’ silhouette from the reflective glass. Alia smiled. She must’ve gotten up before she had.
…
Speaking of which, Alia turned her head to see the infrared alarm clock on her desk, the digits clearly reading 7:30 A.M. She groaned once she saw the time. Even after what had happened last night, she STILL can’t get up later than 8:00? Having worked as a navigator for the Maverick Hunters has led Alia to develop what she calls an ‘imprinted alarm clock’. From all her years working, she came to the point when she couldn’t get up later than 8:00 A.M., thirty minutes before her shift started. It wasn’t that she hated this tendency, not at all. Her punctuality and timing has gained her several raises and words of praise from Signas and of course, X. She flopped back on the pillow, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as her body from the stomach up lay exposed.
It’s just that she wanted more time to rest her exhausted body.
Just after her head hit the pillow, she heard the shower stop. The glass door opened and Iris stepped out, her body covered with droplets and her brown hair thick and wet from the absorbed water. The reploid walked out with a towel tosseled about her head, her hands working furiously to dry the synthetic hair. As she removed it from her head and started drying her body, she saw Alia, propped on her elbows with her chest exposed. “Oh, good morning Alia.” She greeted, her refined English accent present.
“Morning Iris.” Alia returned. She stretched her arms briefly before letting out a sigh. “How do you feel?”
There was a brief pause, all as Iris let the towel hit the floor, exposing her equally naked body, still covered in some wet droplets of water. “…Fine. I feel like my old self to say the very least.”
Alia smiled. “I’m glad to hear Iris.” Just then, she felt a familiar object by her right hand. Instinctively, she pulled it out from under the covers to find that it was a phallic-like object, the one that belonged to Iris. To any ordinary reploid, they would think that it was a strangely shaped dildo, probably issued by the now defunct Repliforce due to the distinguished seal on the side. However, for Iris and Alia, it meant something else entirely, something much more important to Iris’ existence. Alia looked at Iris, immediately noticing her expression. “Hey, do you still need this?” She asked.
“I…I don’t know…” Iris said, looking at the dildo like object. “It depends…It depends if you’ll stay with me, Alia.”
Alia smiled and walked off the bed. She strode over toward Iris and gently embraced her. “Of course I’ll be here for you. That’s what friends are for Iris, I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
Iris let out a small sniffle but quickly returned the embrace, both thankful and regretful. “Thank you Alia. I’m so sorry that I had to put you through this…I…I didn’t want to…”
“Iris, I already told you.” Alia started. “I wanted to do this. I wanted to help you Iris, and I’m glad I can. I know what it meant for the loss of your brother, and…you’re my friend Iris, I couldn’t let you live like that forever.”
Iris let out a gasp, feeling her metaphoric heart pull from Alia’s statement. Despite all that happened, despite having their friendship nearly destroyed, Alia still helped her. She alone saved her from the pain that had haunted her since the end of the fourth war (MMX4), and now, she felt complete.
“Th…Thank you…” She stuttered. “Thank you…Alia…”
…
Please…I don’t want to feel this pain again…The pain of loss and the pain of my missing half…
Please don’t ever leave me…
Sister.
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To answer your questions, no, this is NOT incest! Alia IS NOT Iris’ sister or related to Iris in any way!
I’ll be explaining this in the upcoming chapters, until then you guys, please R+R!
Again, Alia IS NOT related to Iris! She IS NOT related to her by creator or by relation!