/md/ - Murder Drones

First post

Reposting because I didn't check the post count before dumping all this.
>Emily floats weightlessly in the darkness of the Doorman household
>doors and locks were meaningless to ghosts like her, she phases through one after the other to her destination
>as her head breaks through the door to a quiet bedroom, she takes a deep, desperate breath
>the smell of studly musk and teenage hormones fills her nonexistent lungs, a manic grin forming on her face as her body shudders
>the room is small and messy, stuffed to the brim with knick-knacks
>aged footballs and trophies, signed jerseys hung reverently on the wall, dirty clothes and uniforms tossed haphazardously on the floor
>posters of bands long past her time hang on every wall of the room- disassembly drone singers and rockstars sharing the stage with worker drones in wild hairstyles- things that would have been unthinkable when she was alive
>Emily grins, bending down to pick up a small, orange pair of shorts with the tip of her ghostly finger- standard issue wear at Twunk Hooters
>she stretches it between her hands as she stares at the sleeping disassembler in a too-small bed, his legs poking out from the end, wondering how he'd look in such a scandalous garment
>perhaps she'd haunt the establishment later
>licking her lips, she lets the shorts fall to the floor, positioning herself between his legs she begins to crawl beneath the covers
>she places ghostly hands on thick disassembler legs, crawling up his body inch by inch until she reaches her prize
>a pair of boxer briefs strained with the effort of containing the fleshy appendage inside
>she presses her face against it, feeling it squish beneath her, slowly but steadily growing, hardening
>Emily sticks out her fat tongue, ghostly ectoplasm dripping from it as she gives the well-packed boxers a long, forceful lick, smearing ectoplasm over the garment
>if only she were corporeal, he would be all hers
>but there was only one way for the disassembler to truly see and feel her
>the realm of dreams
>leaving his manhood behind, Emily continues to crawl beneath the covers until she is face to face with Mac
>the sleeping drone drools slightly, sharp teeth exposed and shining bright in the darkness
>for a moment, Emily is still, staring deep into his display
>flickers of yellow command text occassionally flicker on Mac's screen, his dreaming subroutines running smooth
>looking into his eyes like this, her feet only reach his thighs. there was plenty of disassembly drone boy to go around.
>she wraps her arms about his shoulders, pressing herself close, the disassembly drone beneath her shuddering as her cold, ghostly embrace cools him
>Emily smiles- as if she needed any more confirmation that the two were made for one another
>disassemblers run hot, and she was eternally cold, that was simple math
>slinking down beneath the covers, making sure to press and grind herself against him all the way, Emily prepares to interface
>sliding his legs apart and pulling Mac's boxers about his ankles, a wicked grin creases her face as a cold, ghastly finger hovers inches away from his interface port
>and she shoves it inside

>>131087
>the world blurs, the confines of the apartment melting away
>cyan text appears on Mac's visor, injected code seeping into his dreaming subroutines
>Emily finds herself in a familiar field
>green grass painted with white lines, stadium lights shining onto the field, a roaring crowd, and her beloved under center about to snap the ball
>she thinks herself into more appropriate garments, a tiny cheerleader's skirt manifesting onto her nonexistent hips
>a little underwhelming, that wouldn't do. no reason to be modest when she could be anything
>concentrating, her lower half begins to transform
>worker boots are replaced with peg legs, Emily's rounded bottomplate morphing into a pair of killer hips, her tiny skirt stretching as it fails to contain her perfect backside
>the ground beneath her appears further and further away as inch upon inch of extra height is thought into existence
>her arms thicken, wrists expand, fingers flex with power as she feels deadly retractable claws slide into place
>ghastly blue LEDs flicker into existence, a deadly stinger tail waving behind her as she struts from one end of the field to another
>she scans the field once more, her eyes flickering to the scoreboard
>4th and goal, down by 5, seconds on the clock, her boytoy under center
>oh, Mac, she smiles
>he hikes the ball, drones push against one another, he looks to the left, then to the right, there's no one open
>tucking the ball between his arms, he runs up the middle and dives
>crashing through friend and foe, his arms outstretched, he dives into the endzone
>the gathered crowd explodes into cheers, chanting his name as Mac is held aloft by his teammates
>she catches sight of his assembled family, grandparents, parents, sisters, moving towards him
>it was one of those happy dreams where you felt the warmth of family
>she couldn't have that
>rushing onto the field with the crowd, she fights her way towards her superstar stud, pushing over Mac's assembled family with her new, powerful form
>wading through Mac's assembled teammates, she grabs his head and gently turns it towards her, away from his dream family
>his eyes focus on her, Emily's form instantly attracting his attention
>in a dream full of half-thought crowd constructs, Mac's unconscious mind recognized her as being less dreamlike than everything else
>she tilts her mouth towards his- he follows along, simply going with the flow of the dream, their soft lips touch
>she puts her long, segmented disassembler tongue to good use, wrestling with his own as she invades his mouth
>her fingers run through his long, golden locks, the feeling of silky smooth hair more real than anything she could experience in the waking world
>the dream constructs around her flicker as they lose unconscious priority, becoming more and more formless as the dream is increasingly centered on the two of them
>Mac looks into her eyes as they break the kiss, his screen blushing as he pants for air
>wrapping her arms around him, Emily lowers Mac to the ground, the two of them eye level as she pulls him into a hug
>"What a game, Mac!"
>"Yeah, that was... who are..?" Mac trails off, confused by the foreign presence in his mind
>"Haha, did you hit your head too hard on that touchdown play? It's me, your girlfriend Emily."
>Mac smiles, of course, how could he forget his girlfriend, the captain of the cheerleading squad?
>Emily tugs at his pads, eager to see him outside of them
>"Do you want any help getting out of these?" Emily leans forwards, whispering directly into Mac's audio receptors. "We can go back to your place," she moves a hand to her mouth as she giggles
>Mac nods and smiles dumbly, enthralled.
>Emily takes his hand and leads him away from the field, past the encouraging coaches and cheering fans, her tail wrapping around and pulling against Mac's own
>she catches his eyes glancing at her, working his gaze from her smiling face to her fat hips, up and down her body
>"See something you like," she teases, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close as they walk
>Mac looks away, his display alight with a blush. "I've never seen bulbs that color before. Everyone I know has yellow one."
>Emily squeed internally, the thought of a boy thinking about her "eyes" intensely satisfying
>the two of them walk hand in hand beyond the bleachers, the dream world bending and folding to accomodate their desires, the entrance to the bunker appearing much closer than it actually is
>the worker defence force drone at the entrance gives the two disassemblers a knowing look as he opens the bunker door
>before they now it, both disassemblers are tip toeing through the quiet dark of the Doorman's apartment, giving each other knowing glances as they slip into Mac's room unnoticed
>Emily locks the door behind them, grinning lick a disassembler cornering her prey

>>131088
>the two drones embrace, the arms running over one another as they fumble in the dark to undo their clothes
>Mac's football gear soon lies in a pile on the floor, shortly joined by Emily's top
>she makes a show of removing her skirt and panties, bending down in front of him and pressing her ample backside against his groin as she grinds against him
>Emily gasps as she feels a claw sneak beneath her panties, slicing through the garment like paper and exposing her wet, dripping sex
>she turns around, her panties caught on the tip of Mac's claw
>Mac gives a nervous smile as his adapter stands at rapt attention, Emily gives it a few light touches with her fingers before pushing him onto the too-small bed, her ripped panties flying off to the bedside
>she crawls onto the bed, disassembler booty raised high in the air for Mac to see
>the bed creaks beneath their combined weight- barely able to contain Mac much less the both of them
>his cock pulses with fluid, the tentacle-like appendage standing proudly in the air as her hand grabs at the base, unable to wrap fully around the thick member
>Mac bites his lip as she slowly strokes her hand up and down his cock, unintentionally drawing a drop of oil from his lip
>Emily wastes no time, springing forwards to lap up the oil as she continues to beat him off
>Mac runs his strong hands through Emily's hair, grabbing her ponytails and pulling her deeper into the kiss
>his member leaks fat beads of precum that stream down his length, Emily's stroking creating an orchestra of lewd squelches
>she can feel him shiver beneath her, his hips lifting up to thrust into the air
>Mac gasps for breath as she stops stroking his cock, the mattress beneath them shaking as she repositions herself above his member
>taking the tip into her hand, she lines Mac's well-lubed meat with her swollen sex before slowly descending onto his member
>she can feel Mac moving his prehensile penis inside her, probing her sensitive insides with the tapered head before pushing upwards with another inch of thick cock that stretches her to the limit
>Emily wraps her arms around Mac's neck as she bounces up and down on the disassembly drone's dick, the two of them gasping and moaning and begging for more
>"M-mac..." she stutters as he picks up the pace, jackhammering his cock in and out of her, "cum inside, please."
>Mac loses his composure as the two approach their climax, his rhythm becoming a desperate, feral series of quick thrusts in and out before finally plunging into her pussy one last time
>Emily bites hard on his shoulder as she moans, squirting and drenching Mac's tentacock with fem fluid
>his cock pulses and grows inside of her as heavy gouts of seed make their way through his snaking organ, depositing one thick rope of seed after another into her waiting womb
>the two of them lay together for what seems like hours, gasping for breath, looking into each other's eyes
>still seated in his lap, Emily takes Mac's hand in her own
>"Mac, I-"
>there's a knock at the door
>the dream world shifts, becomes unstable, the room around them melting
>Emily's disassembly drone form flickers and fails, her true form taking precedence in the half-dreaming state
>Mac's eyes widen as he sees the headless worker drone corpse impaled on his dick, her torn-off neck spurting oil
>He screams

>>131089
>"Mac, wake the fuck up."
>Mac shudders awake with a gasp, his digital eyes darting from one side of the room to another
>Beretta stands at the foot of his bed, her arms crossed
>"We're going to be late, dope. We're visiting grandpa and grandma today"
>Beretta squints her eyes, lowering them to look at Mac's covers
>she grins devilishly. "D-did you pee yourself? Were you having a nightmare?"
>she sniffs the air, her grin evaporating as she takes in the heady scent that permeates the room
>Mac looks at his covers with horror, the comforter soaked and sticky with cum- and some other substance he can't quite identify
>Beretta physically gags, bringing her arm in front of her mouth. "Robogod, that's fucking nasty, dude. You didn't steal another picture of Jane from me, did you?"
>Mac screams, leaping from bed and splattering the walls with all manner of gooey secretions
>with speed borne from being a murder drone, he physically throws Beretta out of the room and slams the door shut, leaning against the door to keep it shut
>what the fuck was his life?
>looking down at his flaccid cock, he runs a finger along its length, gathering a sticky fingerful of something
>it wasn't cum, not his, it was a light blue and cold to the touch
>was he dying? did he have to see the doctor? would anyone even know what to do? murder drone medicine wasn't exactly a popular or practical doctorate to hold
>maybe Aunt J would know- she at least had the professionalism that he could trust her not to tell everybody in the bunker
>Mac shivered, why was he so cold all the time? he must be dying.
>unkown to him, Emily hugged him tight, a thank-you for the happiest night she'd known in a long time

I feel this year is starting nice and dandy
calm, but ANYWAY
You guys feel like doing a drawpile this week? (Im gonna use magma because drawpile brings more trouble for hosting)

There's Uzi Doorman! Over here, Uzi!

Honestly, Maid V is more appealing than DD V, at least to me.

Regarding the paper drones from last thread, started the Alice and getting ghe body done took 100 minutes

So obviously Rebecca's GH-OST BLOWJOB! WOO WOO WOO WOO WOO game would be the best, but who'd be second best: Amda, Emily, or Doll? Show all work.

>>131119
I have the same feelings for Alice, although she's more the feral wife that will bite and pounce on you 🧡

Drew mecha metal sonic as a dissembly drone

She is gud at food

B gooning

Reposting from last thread because i might have a dumb idea with this:

>Avre gets sent out on a quick mission or some shit.
>Finishes the mission but gets severely damaged
>dosent report this damage to anyone, just gives the bare minimum information to signify mission completed, then returns to base. (think of it as the sentinel drones communication version of just sending the thumbs up emoji as confirmation)
>Shuffles into base without anyone noticing her condition, and kinda retreats into her locker as per ususal.
>spends alot longer then usual inside, eventually one of her higherups has to come grab her for a debreif.
>Knocks on the locker.
>no responce other then some shuffling.
>Opens the locker while joking about "not hiding from debriefing forever"
>Sees picrel inside
>Nopes the fuck out.

>>131133
Murder drones Venture Bros AU?
>Cyn as an actual villain
>Uzi as a wannabe villain but failing
>N as a Villain who doesnt want to be but forced by his Number 2 J
>V as an Villain whos heart isnt in it anymore

Fun puzzle time :D
https://jiggie.fun/durdamones

Holy shit an Intoner just exploded in front of JCJenson tower

>>131121
Agreed, Alice is still extremely precious tho and small so needs protection too!
Maybe 1,45 tall, since Nori seems a bit taller in the BTS thing. Without antlers tho🦌
>>131120
Not tonight...but soon.
>>131107
This is her now, the head didn't fit very well and I had to add stuff on the back. Will do this one all as instructed originally, but there is a lot that can easily be improved, like adding fingers, a neck, and. 3d antlers and helmet.
Now that I think of it, that one MD mod for minecraft has a very decent blocky Alice, if one could get the textures they would make a great base for a better model too.

>>131149
legendary moments in /md/

KYS
Kick your S

Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody (High Quality)

>>131090
Excellent green, Anon

Need to KISS doll

The length, breadth, and taste bud count of disassembly drone tongues mean they are the biggest food snobs in the universe.

>>131172
Even if your mutual best friend wants to hang out with both of you?

>>131176
> little tiny mouth
anon...

>>131182
you ain't seen nothing yet

>following the meltdown at Chernobyl, Comrade Secretary Izzanoff has ordered 100,000 N units to the site to begin eating contaminated graphite

>>131196
I guess
It still feels a little bad for her to get blueballed like that tho

Completed super mecha metal design. Two more are underway

it is time to live up to my family name and face
FULL
LIFE
CONSEQUENCES

>me when I find the secret stash of new hmofd greens that I know you guys are hiding from me

😔

>>131212
>J gets laid off
>her future career choices are NEET or mommy

The good ending, even tho Uzi heightmogging Alice is abit weird

>>131231
>be you
>working at a contractor of a subsidiary of a subsidiary of the JCJenson Corporation
>sitting in the break room
>the quiet J unit from accounting starts breaking down into tears
>says something about needing to file several million W-2s for the new tech workers
>before you can ask for an explanation, she morphs her right arm into a gun and blows her head off
>it regenerates and she starts crying even harder about there being no escape
>she tells you how lucky you are to be human and to feel the embrace of death one day
>you shrug and go downstairs to the tech department
>opening the door, you see them
>millions upon millions of oogis arguing, fighting, jumping on keyboards, and chewing on wires
>oogis tumble from server racks and splatter on the floor, their clothing rapidly stripped from their bodies by their more civilized brethren, their bodies dragged away for purposed unknown by the less civilized ones
>someone higher up decided that with enough oogis jumping on keyboards and copy/pasting github repositories, we'd have the next big breakthrough in artificial intelligence
>you shut the door and leave them to their 'work'
>walking back into the break room, you toss the inconsolable J unit over your shoulder
>time to quit and take some company property with you

I want to pet this bee

>>131239
>Live footage of the tragedy

>>131203
Everybody run! The giant sexy drone is attacking!

>>131247

>>131248

>>131250
She is beautiful

>>131249

Mayonesa booty

>>131266

Idk J dating a solver abomination

>>130994
Why is she John Soma?

>>131278
Yeah but it's from Belgium called rizzilian i think on twitter

>>131287

>>131297

Cute human