Talk:Apophis/@comment-72.129.131.225-20160706212046/@comment-31522620-20170320002019

My body is too ready. Morning Wood pokes the snakeskin. She blushes in response, stating, "I'll take that as a yes, then." She coils tighter. My arms are wrapped and my face is buried in cleavage. I feel the Warp overtaking me.. it is a good pain. Doom of the Aliens plays in my head. The Captain. He was there. He looked me in the eye, made some motions. I was uncomfortable. I begged him to help. He pointed at her, then me, and made some motions.

He was my Captain, I did as I was told.

I have yet to recover from the trauma.