Finishing Splash Woman's Stage

Splash Woman rose to the water's surface after a long, failed battle with Megaman in her personal ocean. Oily black water cascaded over her singed face and bare breasts as she surveyed the wreckage around her. No matter where she looked, she found her fellow aquatic robots were made into islands of warped metal and shattered gears with micro-oceans of their own oil and coolants keeping the steel afloat on the water. The female robot master felt bubbles rise underneath her, trail along the scales of her tail, and realized Megaman was not willing to let the crime of commandeering a world ocean of resources go with just a blast of energy to the face. Once her panic programs and motifs triggered to execute, Splash Woman made for the nearest robot made shore, a place that was once to be a land castle for her amusement.

The female robot master swam with all her mechanized might for the shore, her eyes looking up at the unfinished silver scaffolding and jutting unfinished frameworks that clashed with the natural light tan paint of the artificial sand that surrounded it. Her gloved hands struggled to grip on the loose beach material as she tried to pull her body up without leg support. Megaman arose to the surface with a loud gasp for air, his new blue and yellow color scheme not providing any more resistance to drowning than usual. Splash Woman's upper body heaved onto the sand on her third attempt to lift herself up, the small grains sticking to the wet faux-skin her tail splashed about in desperation to get away from the quickly pursuing robot behind her.

Splash Woman tried to ignore the rough sand as it scraped against her bare nipples. She didn't want the fear for her existence to be clouded with the indignity of lust and continued to claw her way up the shore on gloved fingers. Her facial expression shifted from grit teeth and furrowed brow to agape mouth and surprised open eyes when she felt Megaman's hand on her tail fin. Before she could swat the hero away, she was flung high into the air. She caught one glimpse of Megaman with an odd smile of malice before hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Splash Woman felt a harsh sting in her eyes as she picked her sand-covered face up from the ground. She rubbed her eyes with one gloved hand as the tears function executed in tandem. The other hand continued the slow drag away from her pursurer as it clawed away at the loose sand with all its might. She had pulled herself just one inch more before Megaman got a hold of her metal tail once more and did not loosen his grip this time.

Her faux breasts dragged painfully against the sand grains, small scratches forming on her nipples from the harsh treatment. Her eyes, dyed red from the irritating particles still in them, looked back through a pained squint at Mega Man. His wild burning eyes and vice grip on Splash Woman's body told all of his intent for the captive robot master. After dragging the mermaid robot so that her torso was firmly held under his blue boots, Mega Man slipped his straining blue briefs off and fully exposed his errection to Splash Woman's bitter contorted face.

Splash Woman tried to shift away one last time with her elbows digging into the sand for leverage, only to be faced by Mega Man's glowing version of her trident, ready to deliver a scrapping blow that would surely total half of her face, and his cock, waved proudly with menacing intent.

She didn't need any further explaination. She was Mega Man's servant, for now.

Splash Woman opened her mouth slowly and felt time slow around her to the point where she could hear the rust of her metal jaws grind with the effort. Her receptor center picked up the salty scent of the penis in front of her, overwhelming the natural salt of the sea with vile power. Her tounge extended into the open air, less than an inch from the head of Mega Man's synthetic cock. She felt the burning sting of the leftover sand mingle with the hatred that boiled just underneath the sockets as Mega Man forcfully pushed his penis into her throat.

Splash Woman nearly gagged on the fake organ, a bit of bile churning in her stomach in response to the object jammed in her. Without her own struggling, Mega Man pulled himself back just enough so that the cock head was resting on the tip of her tongue, only to slam the organ in with excessive force. The female master tried to keep her body up, refusing to completely succumb to the boyish rapist. Her shoulders wobbled as they resisted bending to Mega Man's will, but held steady in the end. Ten seconds of hard, slow thrusting passed with Mega Man edging closer to climax and Splash Woman held her ground.

Splash Woman coughed around the penis that throbbed with hot blood-like substance in her mouth. Mega Man responded by pushing down on her head so that her throat did all the work his hips had been doing. Slowly, the man-made innards of Splash Woman's throat worked the head and much of the shaft with a wet grip. Five seconds of this treatment passed, the throat expanding and contracting around the thin penis as it struggled to take in air, before Mega Man began to shudder with the onset of orgasm.

Twenty seconds of oral sex was enough to bring Mega Man to that euphoric high, a loud moan sound byte echoing out across the island as a sticky white substance surged from his young cock and down Splash Woman's throat. Small gushes of the pale semi-solid oozed into the female robot master as Mega Man's orgasm quickly tapered off.

A sigh of relief came from Mega Man as he moved away shyly from another defeated boss, left as little more than a semi-functional and dirty junk heap. As he pulled his blue shorts back up around his dwindling member, he considered his next target for a few moments before heading off to battle again.

Diving head first into what was left of Splash Woman's ocean, Mega Man filed the experience with the robot master as decent enough.