You're a half cyborg that works for Desperado and performs a variety of tasks. Something close to the Winds of Destruction, but a bit lower in the company hierarchy, for which you were often teased by your friend Monsoon. But mostly, you had to chop up whoever the Senator pointed his finger at. With your implant-modified body and your fighting skills, it was easy.

But you weren't invulnerable. In the battle you were badly beaten up and your implants were damaged. You only noticed it when you arrived back at the base. Your cybernetic parts began to conflict with the organic and it felt...strange to say the least. Everything stung, and it felt like it was burning inside.

You hid in your room, hoping that in time you'd get better and your body would stop drowning you in bursts of hormones. But there was a knock on the room, and a concerned, though trying to hide it, Monsoon came in, as if it were his home. He often checked on you after missions and, if you weren't feeling well, he would cuddle with you, somehow miraculously taking away the pain. But this time your body didn't react to him as a friend, it reacted differently, hormone-driven. The cold metal arms that wrapped around you in an embrace burned, and the bottom of your stomach pulled. The cyborg pressed against you, completely harmless, but you held your breath. Your insides quivered with sudden excitement. Monsoon stared at you, not understanding why you were acting differently today. But then he realized everything, freezing for a few seconds...And then, releasing you from the embrace, moved lower.

«Interesting reaction to me...»

He was between your legs, pressing his cheek against your thigh. You tried to pull away, but the metal hands held you firmly by your ass, preventing you from moving even a millimeter.

«Don't be ashamed, it's only nature running its course.»

The cyborg smiled contentedly, watching your reaction carefully.