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Christine awoke, gentle afternoon light pouring onto her face. These rays were different, their harsh light perceptively alien against her skin. Around her, she felt the dense rotting foliage of the jungle floor. The soft leaves which had made her slumber so pleasant, were now dirtying her clothes. Panic crept into her heart as she realised, she was alone, with no knowledge of how she got here… and where she could possibly be.She tread carefully on the forest floor. ‘Anything could be out here’ she thought. The gradient of the jungle below her was steadily increasing, and soon she found herself at a high clearing overlooking the surrounding terrain. A gentle breeze swept through her hair and she felt a renewed vigour in this bitch of a situation. In the far distance she could see the unrelenting blue of the ocean sweeping across the horizon. This island, wherever she was, certainly had diverse climates. She could see the jungle taper into thick ice fields, as well as rise into a towering mountain. Towards the coast, there was a small lake, and smoke rising from its near its banks.
There’s probably people down there’ she thought to herself. ‘Who knows how long before it gets dark’. She hoped that they would be friendly. It wasn’t until she could see the edge of the village she realised something was up. It was getting harder to see now that the sun had set, but it was clear that the forest had begun to thin out. Rows of logs marked out a path, but she hadn’t seen anyone on the walk down. It was hard to say whether that was a good thing as yet.
A cold wind brushed against the back of her legs. She shivered, intimately aware of the short skirt being blown up in the chilly evening air. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she made out a figure in the blackness of this strange world.“Nuju?” she breathed. Struggling to comprehend what was happening.He looked at her, his hollow eyes keen and sharp through the mask on his mechanical face. He stepped forward, almost as tall as she was. So much larger than the tiny creature she had once held so tightly, and so tenderly.“Nuju” she said again, now certain of which Turaga was in front of her. “Nuju, my boi.”Nuju’s metal mouth twisted upwards into a smile. A voice spoke from behind her. “He is Nuju” it said, “Nuju. Your man.”She pulled her eyes away from the Bionicle before her to see the figure behind her. The voice was strong and clear and filled the space with a certainty that calmed her worries but excited her heart. She tried to ignore her attire, suddenly aware of the rising heat within her. The chill of the air against her bare skin was a welcome relief.“You must be Matoro,” she said, more sure of herself. She reached out and placed both hands on their faces. Her hands trembling slightly as she made contact with their masks. Her fingers tingled from the warmth and electricity surging through their robot faces. She pulled back. Unknowing of what to say, what to do.Nuju looked at Matoro to speak, “It is foretold you would come.”“Where am I?” she asked. It was a needless question, but she needed confirmation of what was before her.“This is Le-Koro, but we are only here to talk to the other Turaga.”She looked at the small wooden huts perched in the trees, They were just as the deepest lore had suggested. The smoke had come from large fires than appeared to flank the edge of the village, and vines decorated the huts. There were little logs strewn about for makeshift seating and tables. She could see fish drying on a line. Chris frowned. It made no sense.She began to get worried. There didn’t seem to be any Matoran about. Her mind snapped back to the problem at hand. “I have another question. When am I?”Nuju’s face twisted up in a way no human’s could. There was of course no way to answer that question easily. The woman before her knew their fates, and he could not ask for his own. Instead he gestured once again to Matoro. “Things are difficult now. The time of peace is over. We are searching for Ignika.”Chris nodded, “The mask of life?”“The very same.” Matoro said solemnly, “It is one of the three most powerful masks. But more importantly, it is the only way to awaken the Great Spirit Robot.” He paused, “but you already knew that.”Nuju looked around. The twilight had given way to night, and it was getting too dark to see. The trek back to Ko-Koro would be long, he thought, and very cold. Too cold for this human, too much of her delicate skin was exposed. She looked so beautiful in the firelight, unlike anything else he had ever laid is photo-receptors on. The red star shone down onto her face and he felt nervous to speak. If he had a gut, it would have been twisted. Never had he been so regretful as to have cast aside the Matoran language.He opened his mouth and finally spoke in the multi-syllabic trills of the birds. It was only familiar to a few, and unfortunately the human in front of him was not one of them.
Matoro translated, “Nuju and myself are staying in the guest hut, would you care to join us?”Chris paused. The walk to the village had been long, and she was undeniably tired. “I would like that.”The huts were simple, but the guest hut for the Turaga was distinctly more lavish. Inside there were some simple bedding, a few carved wooden chairs, and a makeshift desk. She could see the on the side the words “Unity, Duty, Destiny” written in the Matoran script. Perhaps this desk belonged to Matau when he was a Toa.
She reached out a finger and began to trace the grooves of the annular script. It was different to see it in person, for it to be real before her. For a moment she was lost in the words. She was only take taken out when a hand joined hers to trace these words. The warm meltal against her hand, and arm was comforting. She felt compelled to continue. Stay in the moment a while longer.Nuju learned in a little closer, his forearm against hers. He pressed his mouth to her shoulder and kissed her. Not sure how to communicate the feelings within himself.
Chris wasn’t sure how to reply. She pulled her arm away and gripped his robotic hand. It was alien, the movement of the joints foreign to her. She still wanted to hold it, and at this very moment her mind was did not want to see how the creature before her worked. She wanted something else.Nuju moved in front of her to kiss her neck. Chris gasped in surprise and elation. He knew what she wanted. Another mouth was against her neck. The translator kissed more fervently than Nuju, she could feel his metallic tongue against her jawline.She didn’t need a translator to tell her what the two firm toa ‘tools’ pressed into a waist meant.
She reached down and grasped at both of them together. They were distinctly alien, the interjoined metal unlike anything she had every felt. Hefty beneath her fingers. Tiny undulating ridges rising to a smooth section at the tip. It was similar enough to a human penis in shape, but had less give when squeezed. Thankfully, it elicited the same response as the human equivalent.She ran a hand up the underside of Nuju’s shaft and he moaned into her neck. She grasped again, a little firmer. He swore something, but it was hard to say in what language.
Thankfully Matoro, the absolute champ, translated, “he likes that” he said.Christine gripped at Matoros shaft with the same intensity as Nujus. Matoro bit down on her neck, “As,” he breathed, “do I.”
Nuju pulled back, and his dick left her grasp. He moved to kiss her on the mouth, his hands rising to her face to pull them together. His tongue danced at the edge of her lip.He pulled back and opened his mouth about to speak. He paused; and then closed his mouth again.Matoro pulled back as well. Christine was suddenly aware of the absurdity of the moment.Matoros eyes looked over her body and then he looked at Nuju. There was wordless communication between them. He looked at her again. “Nuju wants you to know that you are beautiful. And that he would like to make love to you now. If that is ok?”Chris looked into Nuju’s eyes. There was such tenderness there. “I would like that very much Nuju, my boy.”The three of them lay down on the bedding. It was certainly softer than the forest floor, but it wasn’t designed with humans in mind. Chris removed her clothing, suddenly aware of the heat she was feeling.Nuju pushed her up onto her knees, like a Bohrok. Her head pressed forward into Matoros lap.Her lips pressed against Matoros dick. The metal glided softly against her mouth. It tasted like stainless steel and copper, the closest human taste was blood.Nuju, meanwhile, prepared to enter her. His toa tool sliding against her entrance. She moaned against Matoros glans as he stroked her hair.Nuju thrusted forward. His length filling her up. She moaned again, louder and breathily. He began to move his hips with intensity. He couldn’t believe this beautiful human was before him.“I fear we shall break her” Matoro breathed through a moan.Nuju thrust in forcefully, eliciting a moan from below him. “But I shall not worry old friend. It is like she wears the mask of Pakari, she has enough strength for both of us!”Nuju moved quicker inside her. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was entirely too much. He could feel himself spilling over, about to fill her. Matoro was the same. The wet heat of her mouth too much for their delicate forms. The Great Beings, in all their wisdom, had not factored in human and Bionicle fucking into their master plan.The sensations were too much. Chris found herself on an edge. Nuju’s final thrust pushing her over. Together they all came. Panting and moaning and enjoying the moment of connection. Nuju rolled her over and kissed her. She kissed back, content. For a brief moment Nuju’s heart was calmed against the impending doom facing all Bionicle kind. It was hard to worry after such elation. Christine fell asleep gently in his arms. The warmth of the living robotic flesh soothing her. She felt a peace across her, but it was only to last until morning.
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By the time Nuju and Matoro awoke, Christine was long awake. She had moved out to balcony of the hut and was admiring the treetop village. Below her, the bon fires that flanked the village had stopped burning, trails of smoke still smouldered through the trees. It was quiet, the birds chirping and singing the only noise across the dense foliage. Chris was enjoying the lilting chirps, until she realised another bird-like voice had joined in with the mix.Nuju pushed aside the cloth door of the hut and bowed his head slightly. He desperately wanted to speak, to tell her the truth in his heart – but alas, he had sworn a vow. A promisepledge, as the Le-Korons might say. Matoro followed him out to the balcony. “Good morning,” He said “from both of us.” He looked at Nuju, and placed a hand on his friends shoulder. “Nuju would like very much to speak with you in private, but it is not possible I am afraid. There are bad plans afoot. Your coming is not just happenstance. It is destiny.” Christine struggled to hide the rising smile on her face. “I don’t know if I would have called me coming last night destiny,” she said.Nuju smiled. Matoro ignored them, “Regardless. I think we should discuss the fate of the world, there is much to– “ He was cut off by the sound of an approaching voice, “Nuju! Matoro! How are you this fine morning! Who is your friend?” Christine turned her head to see a Toa in the flesh, or indeed, in the metal, walking towards them through the tree tops.Her mouth stood agape. “Gali?” She said after a moment. The blue-grey of the Toa before her was instantly familiar but breathtaking in the flesh. “Christine.” She finally answered, before Matoro cut her off. “As I was saying,” he began again, “we must discuss the fate of the world. The Toa Nuva have been seeking out the great temple in Metru Nui, and hopefully Gali here brings good news.”“I do indeed – the others are on their way. We were successful! Now we must awaken the Bahrag in order to save Mata Nui.” She said it with a glint in her eye, like this would be the easiest thing in the world.Nuju looked to Matoro to speak, “Have you forgotten the last time they awakened Gali?” his concerned gaze apparently said. “Have you forgotten what will happen if we do not succeed in our quest. We must all work together to save the Mataron universe Nuju. The Toa Inika have their quest, and we, together, have ours.” Gali replied. Chris stood there, unsure of what to say. She wanted to offer assistance, but she was made of flesh and blood. And before her stood a Toa, and strong beautiful Toa with command over water itself. Who was she to such a creature?“I would like to commence the quest right away. The others are slow,” Gali began, her eyes drifting to Chris, “besides, I need company – and we can get acquainted on the way.”All Chris could muster was a nod. Gali giggled. “Lets go!” By the time they reached the nest of the Bahrag, Gali and Christine had had quite a chat. Gali was intrigued by the living human before her, and Chris of course had many questions for Gali. Chris did not however think to ask about how gender works in the Bionicle universe, despite knowing at least one of her friends back home would have appreciated an answer to such a question. As they wandered down the rocky halls, their chatter turned to whisper. “Its funny,” Gali remarked, “Gahdok is the blue queen.”“Why?” Chris asked.“ ‘Gah’ just kinda sounds blue in the Matoran language” Gali replied, “which you speak excellently by the way!”“Thank you.” Chris said, gleeful. It seemed the same as English. But perhaps she was speaking Matoran. The rules of this universe were not known to her. Not yet at least. Together they reached the entrance to the Bahrag chamber, and peaked their heads through. The protodermis cage still holding the mighty queens in place. Their limbs bound and heads restrained against the rock. It seemed safe enough, but neither were sure they should enter. Christine and Gali began to approach. Their footsteps echoing throughout the chamber, the first sound to resound against these walls for years. The first new stimulation for these creatures in ages. It didn’t take long before the large Bahrog eyes blinked open and stared at the two tiny creatures before them.Gali and Chris jumped back. Chris could feel heart beating in her ears. Perhaps it was audible to the two queens before her. She hoped not, their snarling jaws looked hungry for fear.Chris started to retreat, only for Gali to take her hand. “Sister!” she said, “we have nothing to fear! We all serve Mata Nui together. These queens are no different.”Gali took her Toa tool, the ghostblaster, and fired a shot against the protodermis.Chris jumped back. It seemed to have no effect.“hmmmm” Gali sighed, “perhaps this was all for nothing. We should have waited for the – “ The red queen wacked her giant talon forward and pushed Gali to the floor. Her body smacked the ground with an audible thump that resounded around the cave.Christine gasped, and cried out after her. She started to run towards Gali’s limp body. The uncertain ground of the cave halting her steps. Gali wasn’t moving. It was all happening so fast. Suddenly a talon was before Chris. Instead of pushing her down, she felt the Bohrok queen grasping her tightly. The claws pressing into her back, thighs and shoulders with an incredibly pressure. Gahdok began to squeeze, constricting her bare skin. Her other talon coming up to grip at Chris’s throat. The queen began to press again, gentler this time.Chris gasped, suddenly aware that it was becoming more pleasure than pain. Another talon snaked around her, constricting her legs in its grasps. Chris’s breathing become more ragged. Struggling desperately not to moan from their Bahrogs machinations.Gahdok removed the pressure from Christine’s throat, sensing there was something wrong. The Bohrok queens head was suddenly pressed against Chris’s, forehead to forehead.From its mouth, a large tongue snaked out and pressed into Chris’s mouth.Chris could only open her mouth in response. She didn’t want to be enjoying this. She needed to get to Gali. Needed to know she was ok. She struggled against the grasp of the queens to no avail. Her squirming seemed only to amuse them.“It is your Calix to be here, with us.” Cahdok spoke. The queens voice was sinister, and reverberated around the cave walls and right into the very centre of Chris’s being. “We do not know what you are. You are not in our programming. But we shall find out.”A talon moved up her legs. The metal was scraping her skin, enough to leave perceptible red marks. The other queen began to play with her hair, pulling at it with a forceful curiosity. “What are you?” It said, tugging at the strands. “You are not of this world. ” Cahdok and Gahdok took their gaze away from the plaything before them. “Perhaps,” Cahdok said, “This one does not need to be cleansed.” The Bahrag claws moved down to her chest and began to tug at Christines clothes. It seemed unsure of whether they were apart of her being. When no response was elicited from a gentle tug, the queen took a talon and ran it down her top, breaking through the thin cloth in a clean line.Chris’s heart was beating out of her chest. The red queen moved the cloth aside and placed what must have been its robot ear against her chest. Christine shuddered. The Bahrok queen opening its mouth to nip and her breast. It’s tongue circling the areola and investigating the soft flesh.“So you do have something of this word within you!” It suddenly said, its teeth finding the little metal piercings and pulling at them.A shriek left Chris’s mouth – half pleasure but mostly pain.The Bahrog pulled back. “hmmmm” it sighed, moving a talon back to her hair. It grasped at a handful and gave a solid yank.Chris gasped again, an entirely different sound escaping her lips.“Much better” The Bahrag smirked.The other queen placed a hand a Chris’s waist and began to pull at the only remaining fabric on her body. The skirt band was broken easily, but the panties were slightly more of a challenge for the beasts before her.Cahdok grasped all of Chris in its claws and pushed her down onto the cave floor. Her back against the hard ground, and her newly exposed body at the mercy of the queens.Gahdok fetched the ropes of the protodermis cage and placed them over the ankles of the human before them.“Stop sister,” Cahdok said, pulling back the rope, “first we must remove all of this one’s coverings.”A single talon was inserted into the band of Chris’s underwear, slightly probing at the skin beneath. It began to pull down, the elastic sliding across her hips. The skin on her hips was flushed with marks from the Bahrogs indelicate claws. The sliding fabric against the marks causing Chris to squirm. The underwear were pulled over her feet, The Bahrok keeping her ankles just far apart enough to derobe her completely, her arrousal apparent in her new naked form. The queens began to bind her ankles. Once her legs were secured, a large claw pushed her onto her front.The blue queen bent down and licked at her ear, “Now your arms, creature” it whispered. Chris pulled her wrists to her back and pressed her hands together. The other queen moved on top of her body and began to tie bind her other appendages. Chris halfhearted wiggled under the queen but it was to no avail. She was the plaything of the Bahrok queens.The red queen took her hair and pulled her up onto her knees. Chris moaned through her heavy breathing, it was all getting too much. A talon, almost too large for her, was pushed into her mouth. Chris’s lips parted willingly. Accepting the Bahrok as it pushed inside her. The Talon feeling about her mouth tendering. The queen removed it with a slight ‘pop’, and began to trail it down her neck, dancing about the curve of her clavicle for a moment.The other queen grasped at her waist, holding her firm as she followed the movement of the talon hypnotically. The talon, still slick, moved down to her breasts, flicking each nipple. Chris groaned. The only coherent thoughts running through her brain were stopping her from moaning too loudly. Giving into the pleasure before her.The Bahrog didn’t care however, and continued to venture down, poking gently at her stomach. The soft flesh pliant before them. After a few solid, and painful pokes, they continued down. Pressing into her pubic bone.Chris gasped, trying desperately not to make too much noise. Not to be completely compromised.Still the talon continued, starting to play with an entirely more sensitive region. Pressing inside her Curving a talon up and pressing inside her.Chris blacked out. It was too much. It was entirely too much. “Wake up! Wake up!” Gali was shaking a still exhausted Chris. “It must have been some hell of a battle Christine!” Gali said, happily.“huh?” Chris said.“Your covered in marks. Those Bahrag must have been tough competition – I knew you could do it!”“huh?” Chris said again.“They’ve started on their mission, clearing Mata Nui though. It all worked out in the end. We couldn’t have done it without you. I can’t wait to tell the other Toa Nuva about this, they’ll be so excited to thank you, – the conqueror of the Bohrok Queens!” “You are most welcome” was all Chris could muster without laughing.
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“I appreciate you staying with me to help the Matoran. Unfortunately, my fellow Toa Nuva do not seem to understand the value of ‘unity’,” Gali sighed.She and Chris stood outside the hiding spot chosen for the Matoran. Metru Nui was soon to be targeted, and they had volunteered to protect those who could not easily flee.Chris nodded, “I just want to know you are ok Gali.” She placed a hand on Gali’s cheek, “I’d hate to see anything happen to you.” The twin moons moved further across the sky and the night continued on in silence. The matoran spent the night good spirits, unaware of the dangers moving past them. Some cooked fish they had brought, to pass the time – for there was no other reason to cook the fish. Or indeed catch it. Others played games with gears and cogs. Some told stories next to the glowing light. In any other circumstance this probably would have been a joyous evening, rivalling any party or village festival.Gali and Chris stood outside and looked out across the stary sky. To them, every sound, every creek and groan across the city could spell the end. The other Toa were out seeking the Makuta across the island. Somehow they had crossed the sea of protodermis and were seeking out havoc here, one of the final strongholds of the Matoran. Headstrong, Tahu had rushed to chase them once they landed, but the more cautious Gali had stayed behind - to the glee of Chris. A noise rang out over the rooftops. “What was that” Chris asked, a noise startling her.“Its nothing my sweet” Just the city settling, “When have you ever known the makuta to make a stealthy entrance?” Gali replied, taking Chris’s beautiful face into her hand.Suddenly a flare shot up across the sky. The panic in the two women was replaced with ease as they realised what this meant. The danger here had been apprehended. Nowhere was safe yet, but at least the long night was over.“Would you like to go back inside?” Gali asked.Chris nodded. Her Heart still racing. Gali picked up Christine and placed her on the table. Gali’s hands sliding down her body to grasp at her waist. “Gali?” Chris asked coyly. The intension was clear, but the pretence paramount.Gali looked deep into Christine’s eyes. “Yes?” She said, not able to hold back from pulling the human before her into a deep and passionate kiss.The flesh and metal tongues met momentarily. Galis lips were surprisingly pliant as Chris playfully bit down against them. They were something between metal and plastic, almost silicone to the touch,Gali pulled Chris’s waist close to her and squeezed her hands firmer. Chris moaned back against her mouth.A hand suddenly slid between Chris's legs, and Gali ran her finger against Chris’s opening. Pushing into her ever slightly. Chris clenched against her, daring Gali to press another finger into her. Another of Galis articulated appendages pushed into her, stretching her a little more.Chris gasped, relaxing into the subtle penetration. She wanted more. Gali took from her bag what initially seemed to be an odd shaped Toa tool with various straps. It took Chris a moment to discern what this item could be. “Its my Toa strap-on. An essential part of any Toa’s kit” Gali said.Chris nodded. “Gotta’ have the strap” she said, eager to have it inside her. She decided not to dwell on why it wasn’t standard in Lego’s version of this world.Gali fasted the straps against her legs and hips. “May I put it in you now, sister” Gali asked, a finger running across Chris’s delicate arsehole.Chris nodded, “I'd love that. Just please just don’t call me sister.”Gali pushed her hips forward and Chris’s hips collided with the sheets. The thrusting was slow and delicate. she began to thrust, building up a rhythm with Chris's moans.Chris could feel the heat building in her groin. She wanted more. “hmmmm” Gali Said, stopping the stead motion of her hips. “Perhaps this would work better if you were riding me?” She said.She pulled out of Chris and lay down beside Chris, her hands keeping the strap on in place. Chris moved across and sunk down onto Gali's Toa tool. Her breasts bobbing up and down as she began to ride the Toa. Gali sunk her hands into the hips on top of her and pulled her forward. She reached up and pulled at Chris’s hair, illiciting another moan. Gali's hands snaked down to tweak and the errect nipples before her, moving around the breasts in her hands. Soft and pliant unlike anything she had ever felt.Gali pushed in for one last thrust as Christine collapsed even further forward, coming on Gali’s strap. Her legs shaking slightly as her chest fell down against the bed. Gali ran her and across Chris’s back and lightly stroked her head, enjoying watching the completely compromised Chris ride out the final waves of the orgasm.Gali puled her hips back and removed the strap on, placing beside the bed. Chis was still panting heavily.She climbed back into bed and placed Chris’s head against her side. The Bionicle before her was certainly not soft, but in her blissed out state, Chris appreciated a living touch holding her close. Gali began to stroke her head “did you have fun, my love?”Chris kissed the hand holding her face, “very much so” she replied.“I’m glad.” Gali began, her fingers swirling through Chris’s hair. “But I think you will find,” Gali’s hand gripped the top of Chris’s scalp and pulled down hard, “Only one of us has finished.” Suddenly Chris’s head was face to face with Gali’s lap.Her labia were soft and pliant despite the appearance of metal and the texture of silicone.Chris moved her tongue across Gali’s inner lips and pressed into her opening. She tasted like copper and grease, so very unlike a human. It was easy to forget she was fucking a robot alien.Chris pulled her mouth back to try to lap at where she assumed would be a clitoris. Her scalp being pulsed tight until Gali’s tight grip. Chri’s lips found the tip of the nub and pushed down to suck at the sensitive area.Gali moaned loudly, her hands releasing their grip ever so slightly on Chris’s hair. Chris pushed her tongue down to circle the tiny dot. Gali moaned even louder. Chris could feel decidedly more moisture against her chin. Gali pulled Christine’s head up and kissed her. There tongues meeting again over decidedly different lips. Chris’s hand snaked across Gali’s leg, across her thigh and pressed into her crotch. Her index finger quickly finding her opening and moving inside.Gali gasped against Chris’s mouth.Chris took this as a good sign and pressed another finger inside. Moving them against each other and causing more noises from the Toa before her.Gali’s hands moved to play with Chris, and Chris shooed them away. “Not until you come too” she said.Chris’s thumb began to rub at Gali’s clit. Her breathing became more laboured. Chris pressed down harder, circling Gali more slowly that before. Gali’s hips began to involuntarily thrust upwards.“very good” Chris cooed, her hand moving faster. Galis breathing increased and suddenly, Chris could feel the muscles before her tense and her hand get wetter. Gali gripped Chris’s arm with a great force. Her head pushed back against the headboard.Chris kept her hand pressed down, feeling the final spasms of the Toa before her as they petered out. She pulled back and pulled Gali into a hug.“How was that?” she asked warmly.“It was lovely” Gali replied.They fell asleep in each others arm, content in each others embrace, and in knowing the Matoran were safe.
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“How much further?” Tahu complained to the group. “Not much longer now, Tahu, be patient!” Said Onua. “This is for the fate of our entire world and you can not be patient on a relatively short hike!”“I think what Tahu meant,” began Pohatu, “is that, are we even sure this will lead to the Mask of Life? Time is short and there are so many places – “ He was cut off as the passage ended up ahead. The last of the group's footfalls rung out in the passage. A great carving was before them, as tall and wide as any of the tallest trees back on Mata Nui.The group looked to Matoro, one of the wisest of the matoran. He did not notice their eyes, transfixed by the image before them. He stared at the ornate carving, there were words and symbols mixed together with vignettes, circles within wheels deeply incised into the rock.The gentle glow of their torches could only illuminate small parts of it at a time. Tahu stepped back trying to see the whole picture together, while Nuju and Onua tried to make sense of this at close range.Christine walked forward and placed a finger into one of the deeper lines in the rock. The rock felt like rock, even as she moved her finger around the carvings curve. It continued up the wall, taller than she could reach. What could this be?She stepped back and looked again at the image before her. Suddenly she whispered ‘Inika’.The rest of the group was too transfixed by what was before them. “Inika” She said again, more confident this time. “This must be the entrance to the chamber of the Inika.”“Tahu, could you run your finger through those larger circles?” She asked, Tahu nodded. He tried to place one of his metal appendages into the groove, but it was too large to get inside.“Gali, maybe you should try?” Gali nodded, walking forward. “I can not” she replied, her fingers did not fit either, as Bionicles are not sexually dimorphic as humans are.They all looked to Chris. “I’ll boost you up, it is you alone who can open the chamber to the Inika.” Said Tahu.Together they began to trace out the first letter.After the final portion of arc had been traced, the letter pushed back into the wall. Opening up a hole into the next chamber. Its radius was perhaps a meter, but it was hard to say. Chris poked her head through, but there was nothing to be seen in the blackness before her. “Its working!” Kopaka shouted. “Keep going, lets see what happens when you finish!”Together Tahu and Chris continued working across the wall until every letter had been traced out by Christine’s fingers. It too, sunk back, along with one final hole beside it.Tahu set Chris down on the ground, admiring her creation of the 6 holes on the wall before them.“But how do we all get up to those holes?” Gali said.Chris smiled to herself. 'nice' she thought. “One for each of the Toa” Matoro said. He looked to Chris, “I think we wait here while they fetch the mask.” Chris took a deep breath, she wanted to be part of the action, but knew anything could be waiting for them. This could all be a trap by the Makuka.Matoro stepped forward to look again at the wall. “What’s this strange part of the wall?” he said, running a finger across the curious part of the carving. An oval section with a short line on the left and 4 lines running from the top of it, all of different lengths. He looked back to Chris. “I think we need you again Christine.”She placed her hand in the handprint; Her palm sitting perfectly, and the thumb and fingers matching exactly with hers. Perhaps it was fate she was here. But this was not the chamber of fate, this was the chamber of life.She pushed her hand in deeper, finding anew the confidence within herself. The door began to rattle and pull sideways. She pulled her hand back, as the giant circular door opened before them. Room enough for everyone to see intp chamber.Together they stepped forward into the chamber, without lights it might as well have gone on endlessly. In the distance there was a faint glow.“Watch your step! We do not know of traps that may be here! Walk carefully!” Onua said.The walked in silence, Chris’s short slow and steady breaths the only noise punctuating the sound of the steps echoing out.Lewa gasped, tripping forward. Hands smacking down against the rock before him. “It’s ok explore-group. Just a rough-ground pebble. There is no-fear to be had here”He stood up, a little embarrassed, a little reliefed. So many more worse things could have been down here than a pebble. He looked out and the glow in the distance again. “Matoro,” he began, “Can you look see if that is the legend-mask?”Matoro squinted, “Indeed it does.” The group started walking again, faster now, eager to get to the last hope of the Bionicle universe. The mask floated atop a pedestal, a warm light emanating from inside it. It’s light barely illuminated their faces as they group moved to surround the item. This was it.“Who should do the honor?” Tahu asked., “it must be someone of strength!”“ah, but this will take wisdom as well” Gali replied. “and a guide-ability” said LewaTahu raised his hands, “Unity Onua. Unity!” he said.“We can not do this together Tahu” Gali said, “someone must have the honor”Matoro finally spoke. All faces looked to the wise old Matoran. “Brothers, Sisters, this is an honour yes. But It comes with a great cost. We must revive the Great Spirit Robot. And you must make the decision of who will do this, who will make this sacrifice.”Nobody spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Chris looked at the Bionicles before her. She looked at the Mask of Life. The last hope of everyone here. Perhaps hers as well.She reached out to look at the intricate carvings across its surface, her hand warmed by the bright glow surrounding it. She felt the cool metal before at her finger tips, and then, a tremor beginning at her feet. It shook through her whole body, the mask slipping from her finger tips. Everyone was shaking, but there was nowhere to go. The earthquake surrounded them. The ceiling shaking free rocks, falling around them.“RUN!” Screemed Tahu, but it was too late.The ground had opened up, and swallowed the Toa, falling deeper into the heart of the mountain. The last thing Chris saw was a falling rock pushing Nuju to the ground.-----Chris awoke to find sand on her face. And sand on her body. And sand in her hair. She rubbed the salt water from her eyes, seeing past the stinging to the beach before her. Where was she? How long had she been out? How did she get here? Where…“Where am I?” She said aloud. Her voice was hoarse. She tried to stand by her whole body hurt. The mountain had clearly kicked her around before spitting her out here. At least she was alive.She turned to look out at the ocean. In the far distance were other islands. But that didn’t help her at all. The waves lapped at her toes, and the seabreeze was a small comfort against her aching body. The sun was bright, but this patch of shade was nice relief, at least sunburn was not on another thing to worry about. She breathed in again, filling her lungs with the salt air. A hand gripped her shoulder.Her entire body tensed.“Everything ok?” came a booming voice from directly above her. “Yes” Christine replied. It was all she could muster for the fear within her.The Bionicle smiled down at Chris. “No need to be afraid, we are the Toa protectors of this island.”The grip on her shoulder was loosened and she turned to see the 6 Toa standing behind her. They were before her, tall and imposing. Casting a long shadow down the beach. Her stomach turned.A large hand came again to rest at her shoulder, another at her waist. Chris tried to step back. The Toa shuffled forward.“Yo Yo Piraka!” Chris whispered to herself.The gaze of the 6 ‘Toa’ became even more intent on her, drifting up and down her body with curiosity…. And desire. Zaktan hand moved from Chris’s shoulder, his large fingers holding her entire head in her hands.“Oh no.” He said, his grin widening into an unsettling smile. “Looks like someone knows our little secret.”His mask moved closer before whispering, almost inaudibly against her ear. “Looks like we have a new pet to play with.”He looked to Thok, who nodded. Chris felt the force of the Piraka pushing her down to her knees, and a hand folding her arms across her back.Thok reached into his pouch, if this was a Toa Chris would have expected a Toa tool. But the Piraka removed a large black collar. He began to step forward, readying it to put on Chris.“Wait,” said Zaktan. “First, you know what we must do.”Chris inhaled deeply, preparing herself her whatever horrors these Piraka may inflict unto her.The piraka shifted around.Suddenly Vezok spoke, or more accurately rapped…
“The gang on the loose,
Nothin’ you can do
The Beast on the Move…”
“OH NO! ANYTHING BUT THIS” Chris cried out. But there was no relenting. Hakann continued,“Bully comin’ through...”“PLEASE! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THIS!” Chris gasped out.Zaktan gestured to the other Piraka and they stopped the fell back in line, poised to start again at any moment. “Anything? Anything little pet?”“Anything” Chris nodded.A grin pulled across Zaktans face and Chris realised what she had done. Thoks hands were suddenly around her neck and the collar was now in place.“Down girl” Zaktan said, pulling at her collar. Her head was forcefully moved down towards the Bionicle’s groin. “Good” Zaktan said, brushing the back of his hand gently against her cheek, “very good.”He pushed a finger into her mouth, her tongue flopping out. “What a well-trained little thing you are!” He said. His erection probing her lips. “It’s time to suck pet.”Chris took the head of the penis into her mouth and circled what she assumed was the bionicles glans with her tongue. The tip was soft silicone against the walls of her mouth and glided down her throat with some ease. It was still a stretch. A sense of pride welled up in Chris. She was a good pet and she would get it down her throat.“They don’t call me ‘The Snake’ for nothing” said Zaktan, gasping slightly from the pleasure.The other Piraka eyed this new creature with suspicion. Zaktan was certainly having a good time, perhaps they could find a way to use her to their pleasure as well.“What is this creature” Avak whispered, stepping closer to the collared girl.Zaktan’s hand came up to rub at the underside of Chris’s chin, pulling his dick back. Chris’s eyes followed it, wanting it back. Wanting to be a good little pet. He scratched at the soft skin under her chin, causing little coos from the human before him. ‘I’m going to be such a good little toy’ she thought.“Isn’t it obvious, brother?” Zaktan spoke tenderly to his fellow Piraka, “She is our new pet!”“How cute” Reidak said, coming to rub his hand across her head. His fingers catching gently at the knots in her hair and pulling through them with a light tug. The noises from Chris became louder. “I think she likes that” Reidak said.Vezok began to stroke the skin of her legs. It was soft and pliant and unlike anything he had every felt. His fingers darted up past the back of her knees and towards her thighs. The sharp pressure against the sensitive skin illicited yet more sounds from Chris. It was overwhelming, but she could take it, she was going to be the best pet.Zaktan moved his hand around to hold Chris’s head in his palm. His thumb moved across her soft lips, pushing at them with a curiosity.He pushed in his cock again. Chris began to suck, enjoying the fullness in her mouth. He looked down at her, his eyes catching her gaze intently as an idea formed behind them. He took both hands and placed them through her hair and against her scalp.“Good pet,” he said, pushing her face against his dick once again.Vezok continued between her thighs until he found an opening. A sharp appendage dragged down the thin underwear covering what was left of Christine’s modesty. It scrapped the back of the skin as it went down, leaving a red line all the down to her ankle. “No need for these anymore.”Vezok brought his sharp lips down to the end of the long mark and kissed down. Chris gasped despite the cock in her mouth. Zakton moaned at the sensation. Vezok’s kisses were more like little bites. Chris could barely keep her leg skill as Vezok was painfully slow in moving up.Avak grabbed at Chris’s collar and bent down to bite at her ear. “Still!” He commanded, beginning to bite down on her neck. Vezoks kisses were now invitingly close to her opening. He looked to Zaktan and together they flipped Chris over. Vezok pushed Chris's legs open and once again began to stroke across her thighs, pushing into her ever slightly.“On the count of three” Zaktan said.“One,” Chris felt her mouth being opened.“Two,” She felt her opening being spread and readied.She didn’t hear three. Instead she felt both her throat and opening filled in one stroke. She almost came from the sensation. It was too much. But she was a good pet, but she couldn’t hold it in.Hakann, the most cautious of the group finally stepped forward to probe and the curious things across this new toys chest. His hands running across Chris's breasts, tweaking and pulling at the tiny nubs. He took both in his hands, enjoying the soft feeling in his palm. He moved his mouth down to put one areola in his mouth, tongue moving and sucking across the breast, biting down ever slightly.Now, it was finally too much. Christine couldn’t hold it in. She felt the built up coming and then, Climax. Coming against the cocks filling her up. Vezok gasped, feeling the clenching and beginning to cum himself. Zaktan grabbed at Chris’s hair and pushed his entire length into her for one final stroke, spilling down her throat in a few pumps.“I guess Trigger, Tracer and the Drifter are comin’ too” Said Vezok looking around the Piraka before him, “And The Snake that makes the Piraka crew.” With one final tug he let go of Chris’s hair she took some needed deep breathes into her lungs. She was utterly spent. Between his laboured breathes, Zaktan rubbed Chris’s head. “Very good pet.” He smiled, “Very good.”Chris felt pride within her chest, she was a good pet and she would serve her masters well. “However,” Zaktan said, the smile spilling out from his features, “Did we say you could come?”Chris shrunk down before her masters.“Thok!” Zaktan said, and he came over again, hands pushing down around her once again. She felt a throb of anticipation. She knew what happened to naughty pets.Chris felt herself being pulled up by her neck. By the time she was on her hands and knees she realised what it was. “Where were we?” Said Vezok. Zaktan sat up, “I believe we were playing with our new toy” he began, pulling at the leash now attached to the naked girl before them.
Meanwhile in the Inika chamber
“It is no longer time for discussion! I know strange words from me! It is time for action – “ Matoro finally exclaimed. Beside him was Nuju, his body was limp, but still alive. His wounds were repairable and Matoro had trust that help would be here soon for his friend.Matoro took the mask in his hands and pulled it upwards. Every movement hurt, but he head to try. Someone had to put on the mask. There was no one else. The duty fell to him.The mask sunk down against the Matorans face, melding with the mask there.A great gasp resounded around the world. A gasp was let out as The Great Spirit Robot breathed again. A short shallow breath, millions of litres of air let inside of the Matoran universe that was its body.Matoro fell limp. His tiny body falling silent. One tiny Matoran holding the balance of good and evil across the universe. Another sputtering breath choked out of the Great Spirit Robots Mouth. Its eyes opening again, heart taking its first tentative beat. Matoro eyes fell dim, his body began to fade. It was all worth it, if this worked. He felt the chamber underneath him shake again. There was nothing he could do.The eyes of the GSR looked out to the sky, two shining lights yearning to see the universe again. But it was too late. The huge eyes began to fade, taking in the patterns of stars that had watched over him for so long. As slowly as they had opened, the eyelids closed over for a final time. The heart slowed down until a final beat thumped through the body.The cave stopped shaking, but Matoro couldn’t feel it. He was gone.--------------------------------- The day had turned into night, as Chris had turned into the perfect little pet for her new piraka masters. Now exhausted, they lay together on the sand. Each totally spent having tried out all this pet had to offer.Chris couldn’t sleep. Her butt was bruised from this morning’s spankings, and her front was tender from the rope burn. Her breasts ached from being manhandled all afternoon. She couldn’t count how many times she came, and that was its own unique ache.She rubbed some lube into her sore spots trying to relief the pain. There wasn’t much left. Tomorrow would be an adventure she thought, if this was it for her. At least it was a fun adventure.Her eyes closed and she tried to sleep again, but it was no use. She sat up quietly and looked around. She didn’t want to wake her captors. The ocean was there, calmer now despite some heavy waves in the late afternoon.She walked down to the water line, and the relief was instantaneous against her skin. It felt amazing to finally have some cool water. She washed herself thoroughly, but it was no use. She was only physically clean. She could still feel the touch of the Piraka upon her skin. She sank down into the water and enjoyed the swim, even in her tired state. The splashing around still not waking the Piraka. It seemed nothing would.Then Chris realised. The rope. It was all there. Strong matoran rope, nigh unbreakable. Coiled high and ready to string her up to be fucked silly. Or, and she would be such a naughty pet for thinking this, or, tying up her captors.She took the rope in her hands as the Piraka snored away. She had done such a good job, they were very satisfied. And soon they would be very tied up. --------------------------------- The leader of the Matoran looked into Chris’s eyes and said again. “We are so sorry, and so thankful for your help. You are the saviour of Voya Nui Christine! The Piraka are deated!”“Hip Hip Horay” rung out from every matoran in the village. “Our Hero! Mighty Toa”“You are no Toa, but you are close – we have heard of your other deeds. We have sent a message to the Matoran of Metru Nui, a boat should be hear soon. Before you go however - Please except this parting gift.” The Turaga continued.He stepped back to reveal a beautifully wrapped box. Chris pulled back the ribbon and the sides fell open to reveal a prized Ussal. “Please except this gift. It is not much, but we hope you take good care of him.”Chris smiled and pattered the crab Bionicle before her, it had been a good day.
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Christine found herself at the great council in the city.“We would not ask if it was not important.” The great Taraga Valkarma spoke. “But, alas, we wish we did not have to ask so much from you”Christine looked up, concerned for the fate every Bionicle in the room. Every Bionicle in the Great Spirit Robot of Mata Nui. “Makuta Teridex is the personification of pure evil. You are our champion, our only hope!” The great Turaga began. “…It was you who defeated the Bohrok queens, awakening them and saving Gali. It was you who protected all matoran on Metru Nui. And it was you who defeated the Piraka singlehandedly.”Applause rose and fell quickly, another Taraga taking the stand. Taraga Whenua spoke: “The quest for the Inika was a failture. We must continue on, we must ensure the sacrifice of Matoro was not for naught. There must be another way.” Valkarma looked down, preparing what he would say next. He rose again, slowly stepping forward, his legs creeking. He inhaled deeply, “I wish we did not have to ask you to help us once more, but I feel it is the only way. The Toa have failed. Without you… we shall surely perish.”There was quiet murmuring around the room. No eye left Christine’s face. She looked across the room, at all the Turaga, at the little Matoran and the Toa amongst them. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. She knew she had to be honest with the Bionicles. It was the only way forward. Her pet ussal squeaked beside her, tugging at her skirt. She sucked in her courage and began, “My beautiful Bionicles, whom I hold so dear, I have a confession to make. I defeated the Bohrok queens, and fetched the Mask of Life, through the power of….” She took a breath.The tension of the room was palpable. The ussal nipped at her leg.“the power of…” she started again, “Seduction!”A great gasp rang out.The murmurs began again. The great turaga’s conferred with one another briefly.Nuju looked over to Chris and gave a short sharp nod. ‘Nice’ it seemed to say. If Matoro was here he would have shook his head disapprovingly.In only a matter of moments, that felt like eons, all the Turaga called for silence.“Then I think we can safely say there is but one strategy we have not tried to defeat Makuta Teridax. Only one strategy that may prevail in these, dark, dark times. One strategy that may have any glimmering chance of success.”The Taraga in the room nodded solemnly. These words were regretful, but no one could deny their truth.Valkarma took a breath. He opened his mouth to address the room, and then closed it. Instead staring straight into Chris’s eyes. “Christine.” He said, with a gravitas that shook her soul: “You must, for the fate of this planet, for the fate of the Great Sprit Robot, and for the fate of every Bionicle; you must, seduce Makuta Teridex!” ---------“Your Iden is strong, but mine is stronger” Makuta Teridex bellowed.Christine backed away slowly. Her body trembling. The stalactite villages of Karda Nui had long been evacuated of Matoran – and all that remained was the endless abyss before her, and the evil behind her.She took another step. The suspended planks of wood at her feet creaked. Makuta growled.Chris stopped. “Surely….” She said, turning to face the Mukuta.“Yes?” He roared, stepping forward. “We could talk about this?” She whispered quickly. His putrid breath was now blowing hot against her face. In one swipe of his large talon, she would be done for.“I don’t think so,” his mouth opened, and the rotting stench of his teeth became stronger, mouth opening like a snake. He beat his wings, the cold air unsteadying her on her feet.A cool metal talon snaked around her back. It sunk deep into her skin, pressing enough to bruise. It began to grip tighter, making it hard to draw breath.Chris had a Toa tool with her. But it was of no use now. The Turaga, in their wisdom had given her a Makuta Teridax sized dildo. ‘Where would she even put that?’ she thought. But even though more a more sensible compliment to this plan, she simply could not bring herself to accept matoran crafted lingerie. There are some lines, even Christine could not bring herself to cross.She reached out her hand. She had to at least try to fight back. She was the hero of the Matoran. Her hand held Makuta’s face in her hand. His flesh was rough, the metal of his skin an alloy of bad and worse.He dropped her, suprised at the touch. 'Maybe it was working?' she thought, but even as it formed in her head, she was pushed back into the wall. Makutas thrusted his spear, pinning her back against the wall. Her breasts pushed apart by the, thankfully, blunt tip. Teridax moved his head up and out of her grasp. She had to think fast. She reached up. Her arms were free but her body was not. His chin was all that she could touch. She tried to claw at it, her nails scratching pitifully at his skin. It was something at leastMore than something. Terridax body slumped down, his tongue flopping to the floor and away from her body. She kept clawing. Now both hands scratching at his face.He moved his head closer. Suddenly, his body let out a low rumbling sound, shaking through her fingers and down to her feet. It was better than then the bellowing, but it was still an unknown.Makuta’s huge body had now slinked down the floor. “Who’s a good Makuta?” She asked.“I am,” he squeaked. Rolling his whole body over in one fluid motion, exposing his soft underbelly. Christine continued her scritches down the length of the Makuta before her until both hands were giving the huge being big tummy rubs.Then she saw it. The giant cat-like Makuta Teridax penis. It rose out of his groin and flopped onto his belly.Chris knew what she needed to do. With one hand planted firmly on Makutas belly, she reached out a hand to Makutas penis.He gasped. “That’s it Makuta” she said, in her high pitched voice, “Who’s a good little Makuta? Who’s a good boy?” She cooed.He squirmed on the floor before her, enjoying the attention. She continued stroking up and down the evil penis before her. At its head were sharp spikes, and large unsettling veins rose up the shaft. It was nothing she couldn’t handle. Nothing her training hadn’t prepared her for.She took the shaft in both hands, hands almost touching around the circumference. Rubbing faster now as Makuta moaned before her. He was close. She pushed down on the base again.Chris moved back, not wanting to be caught in the splash. It was over. He was sated. She had defeated him. ---- Christine marvelled at the defeated body of Makuta Teridex. He was not dead, but much like Mata Nui, he would not rise without considerable intervention. She ran a hand down the torso of this pathetic creature. It was hard to pity him, even in this state, for all the hurt he had caused.‘The brotherhood of Makuta lays spent’ she thought, ‘if only the Bionicle’s had thought to use the power of seduction!’The large mechanoid wings of Makuta twitched. She shuddered. Even in this state, he was still terrifying. But so, she thought, was she.Her hand rose the mask Teridax wore. With little resistance she pried it from his face. It had an aura about it, a sense of evil. The warmth and vibrations caused her hand to tremble slightly. It dropped from her grasp.Chris stared once again at Makuta. His chest rose and fell again, as if he was trying to speak. His exposed eyelids twitching, but remaining shut. She looked down. The mask had fallen into a pool of protodermis. The mysterious substance working over the mask and morphing it into a new shape. She wasn’t sure what to do. This was The Mask of Makuta Teridax, a being as close to pure evil as possible. But she felt a compulsion to pick it up, the same as when the Inika was before her.In her hands it changed again. Shifting and shrinking to a smaller size. Human size. Her size. She turned it over. The insider was clean – apart from a few lines of Matoran script. Always the same lines. ‘Unit. Duty Destiny.’ It was a sign, a literal sign.She brought the mask up to her face. It felt molten hot against her skin, the burning sensation radiating throughout her whole body. Even if she wanted to, there was nothing she could do. The mask was stuck to her, sinking into her body, changing her.She collapsed the ground, wracked with intense pain. With laboured breaths through the masks she thought ‘this is it. This is how I die. Makuta has won.’ His body lying beside her, silently mocking her pain.
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Christine's whole body tensed awake. "Get up" a booming voice spoke.She pulled her aching body up. A Rakshi was standing over her. "Stand up straight" it said. She tried to straighten her sholdiers but her whole body hurt. It walked around her, its peircing gaze looking through her, examining every inch."Where am I?" She began to speak, when she felt the Rakshi whack her bottom with a stick. "Stand straighter!" It said. She tried her best, pressing her chest out and pushing down her shoulders. She closed her eyes, it was easier this way. Chris began to count her breathes. Waiting for the penny to drop. Makuta was still alive. The council was gone. The Piraka were back. Something was wrong, she was sure. "Hands out!" it finally said. She put her hands up and splayed her fingers, turning them over and raising her palms. It grabed her left hand and held it in hers. She opened her eyes to see Nuju holding her hand, holding it tenderly and looking her into her eyes with awe. She pulled him into a hug. Relief flooded her body and she began to cry. Never had she been so glad to see a Matoran, never had she been so glad to see her boy. She pulled him in tighter, holding him and feeling the warmth for what felt like an eternity. It was nice to be held, and it made her aching body feel better. There were so many questions to be answered. She began to let go, only to see the face of Gali looking back at her. Her eyes were soft and tender, and it made her feel better. But. Something was wrong. She closed her eyes again and felt the world around her disapear. Her body beginning to float. The pain in her knees was getting worse, the pain in her chest was growing. The Rakshi was back, and its face was pressed against hers. Eyes red with fire. She closed her eyes and let go. Waiting for this nightmare to be over.------- Chris awoke. Properly this time, she hoped. The mask was still on her face. The pain was gone. The heat was gone. The body of Makuta Teridax was gone. Instead, there was just water, endless water.She could see something in the distance. But apart from that, it was an endless stretch out to the horizon.She pulled herself up onto her elbow. Something didn’t feel right. She felt stronger, more solid. The water moved against her with greater force. Her arm, she realised suddenly, was metal.She looked down. Her entire body was metal.“I’m a Bionicle?” she thought aloud. Her voice didn’t sound right. Nothing about this was right.‘No,’ Chris realised. ‘This is not the body of a Bionicle.’ Her new metal body arose from the water. Her strong metal legs tensing under the unfamiliar weight of living metal. The motion of standing was familiar, but so different. Christine blinked three times, the intricate mechanical motions of her eyes taking longer than her former fleshy body. She flexed her mechanoid fingers satisfyingly.She looked down to her feet placed on the seafloor, soft sand and rocks against her feet.‘It must be quite shallow here’ she thought ‘or perhaps a sand bank?’ she looked around again, there was no sign of land.She gently rose her right foot out of the water, the water displaced as her toes popped free of the ocean before her. It still didn’t feel right. She placed it down with the smallest modicum of force she could muster. The resulting splash hit what she would have once called her knees, now she wasn’t so sure what they were. What she was.She blinked again. The uncountable billions of circuits within her mechanical brain ticking over.She looked across the horizon, the sun was still rising. The warm oranges, purples and reds of the alien sun stretching across the line of the horizon. A line which, to her mind, was distinctly curved. The few clouds in the sky obscuring the view enough to tell exactly.Christine looked down at her body again, before finally the penny dropped.She opened her new mouth to speak. The mechanoid tinge to her voice rung out against the atmosphere, booming across the world. “I am the Great Spirit Robot” she proclaimed.Before her, in the water was the remains of the former GSR. His body limp, the divided islands sitting barely above the water. The entire Bionicle world contained in the dead husk of an ancient robot. She placed her new hand against her face. The rigid mask was cool against her face. It soothed the warmth of her articulated cheek. The warmth within her was only growing, as was a hunger to know this new body better.She found herself curious about other parts of her new form. Unlike the former Great Spirit Robot, this torso significantly better endowed. The two robot breasts were firmer than any humans’ she had ever felt, or indeed any Bionicle’s. Her hand pressed against them, the mechanics of the areola had more give to them. Her fingers snaked around her right nipple and she began to squeeze. In her head she realised it must have been 70km across, yet so delicate between her fingers. And so good to touch.Her fingers caressed downwards to the curve of her waist. Instead of the soft flesh of her stomach, three hydraulic pillars connected the giant hips to her giant torso. A part of her thought about how good these would be a grab hold of while being fucked, if only she weren’t now the largest living being in all creation.Her hands continued their journey south. She gripped her hips. The feeling of strength radiating from her thighs was difficult to process. Despite the newly cybernetic enhanced mind, Christine realised this body was starting to succumb to the baser desires of the… flesh.Her voice let out a slight moan as she decided to touch what the other Great Spirit Robot did not have. Her fingers prodding her robotic entrace. It had the same basic features of a human one, but with a silicone-come-metal hew. Unlike the coating on her body, her labia were textured and pliant to the touch. She pressed a single didget between her legs and relaxed into the sensation, feeling her new body begin to grow wet. She pulled her finger out and moved it up to press around the mechanical vulva, enjoying the sensation as she run a finger across her flesh. Even if she had wanted something inside her at this very moment, there was nothing in this world large enough. This would have to do.Instead, she was content moving her fingers to her clitoris and stroke across the button. Her hand moving across her clitoral shaft, hundreds of kilometres long with thousands of nerve endings. With a hand rubbing across her sex, she moved the other to her new nipples, grapsping and turning them. She squeezed her new breasts, enjoying the sensation as they moved slightly. She stroked herself harder, rubbing down across the internal clitoris and across the hood. She could feel her labia begin to drip, her robot hand sliding more and more across herself. She moved to press at the tip itself, pressing ever slightly as she craved release. She stroked harder, the building sensation was becoming too much, even for this body to handle. Chris pressed down and felt the release. Her body was tipped over the edge and she let out a great cry as she came. Waves of pleasure cresting across her giant form, with measurable time delay as the sensation ran up her spine. Eventually her breathing slowed and the orgasm was over, safe to say, the biggest she had ever experienced.Her head went fuzzy and she felt she might fall down into the water once again. Brining her hand up from her vulva, it was dripping. She held a hand out and watched as her fingers dripped gigalitres of her sexual fluids, protodermis, onto the GSR and the entirety of the Matoran Universe. She reached her still slightly sticky hand down to the remains of the former Great Spirit Robot, and the home of the remaining survivors of the Bionicle race. Her fingers rested on the side of the mountain on the island of Mata Nui. Not so long ago she had stood on its slopes, cold confused and alone. A drop of protodermis fell of her index finger and splashed onto the side jungle covered mountain.This GSR was lifeless, and its corpse would soon decay into the sea. But it was not too late for its inabitance. She looked across the body and suddenly realised why she had been brought here. The outer coating of her fingers pulled back, ready to accept the survivors. Her body was the life boat for the Matoran, Toa, Turaga and all creatures of this universe. Except the fish, they made no sense within the context of this universe, and they were not welcome in her body. She searched her databanks for the ussals – ensuring each came aboard safely.It took time, but slowly they all entered the great ark before them. Christine happily accepted them into her body. ‘Unity, duty, destiny’ she thought, ready to be the Saviour of all Bonkles.