“So uhh Chief? Wanna do the honours?”

“…”

It was just another mission, just another routine sortie on some frontier dustball of a colony world abandoned during the early days of the war to the might of the Covenant war machine.

With humanity’s leaders now aware of the role the Forerunner’s played with the discovery of the Halo Array and other complicated bits of Forerunner lore, the UNSC had wasted no time in the post war period to recover long lost worlds once thought to house such ancient relics in an effort to ensure their power didn’t end up in the wrong hands.

But peace wasn’t so soon to come to the still recovering races of the galaxy, dealing with the fallout of the war, the skirmishes and raids by Jiralhanae parties and the breaking of the Covenant resulting in disparate members left with no purpose and leadership.

Not long after the Human Covenant War, another far more alarming threat had emerged, as the ancient Didact, commander of the Forerunner Warrior-Servants,  arose to resume plotting against his sworn enemy; humanity.

And although the threat had been silenced by the same hero who ended the prior war, it had come with the loss of his longtime companion and partner in-crime; Cortana.

If the UNSC thought that would be the last of their issues, they would be sorely mistaken with the awakening of even more Forerunner weapons long rendered obsolete in their creators' war against the parasite.

Now on the run and looking for anything that could give the remnants of the UNSC a fighting chance against an AI uprising of galactic scale, Chief and his companions in Blue Team had been dispatched on yet another lead on a long abandoned planet that had been on the UNSC’s radar for colonization. Emitting a signal that matched the ones given out by Forerunner reliquaries containing abundant tech and data.

And sure enough, a little bit of scrounging around had the Spartan’s discovering a secret dugout that led into the signature cold blue steel signature of Forerunner alloys, with the rock and dirt eventually given way to passageways composed entirely out of the metal as it led deeper into the hidden Forerunner facility, the power seemingly coming to life as the four Spartans tromped their way through the tight corridor, blue lights and holographic symbols flaring up as they passed.

Evidently, they had been the first ones here in millenia.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken long for the team to reach the core of the facility, a short five minutes or so had passed since they entered and now they stood in a larger space, a single interface terminal present before an inactive portal.

It didn’t take a genius to guess they had to place their palms upon it, common knowledge being that Forerunner tech reacted to the touch of a Reclaimer, or human.

Leading up to current events, with Chief and his team standing idly in front of a large Slipspace portal, its edges brimming with energy as it led into a pitchblack hole, a gateway to an unknown destination.

Knowing they couldn’t just return to the Infinity empty handed, Chief had simply lowered his shoulders, looking at each member of the team, first at Fred, then Linda, towards Kelly, before finally returning his gaze to the blue abyss, readying his MA40 Assault Rifle as he signalled the team to follow his lead.

“Be ready for anything.”

He didn’t need to hear his team respond to the affirmative as he stepped through the portal, that familiar sensation of being sent through slipstream encompassing his entire being as he sped through to the other side, tumbling forward with rifle aimed at any possible threats as his boots made contact with the ground once more.

Only to find himself alone in a much larger chamber than before, surrounded by large Forerunner tablets that shone with activity.

“Blue Team, respond…Fred? Kelly? Linda?”

I’m afraid they aren’t quite available to respond darling…

Rifle aimed and finger on the trigger, the Chief spun around to find the source of the mechanical yet effeminate voice that had rung out around him, probably belonging to whatever Forerunner AI custode that ran the facility.

Come now, after decades of facing my kin, I'm sure you understand you won’t be able to cause significant damage with those paltry arms of yours.

With the ringing of metal against metal, the Chief eyed the approaching Forerunner Armiger, spraying it with liberal burts of lead from the rifle, watching as sparks flew from the bullets crashing against the violet wall of a powerful energy shield as the metal soldier slowly approached, tossing aside the empty rifle as the Chief sprung forwards, attempting a surprise attack.

But against a Forerunner AI, the Spartan had no chance as it predicted his every move, catching his fists with powerful claws, hanging the Spartan a safe distance away from itself with one outstretched arm.

I suppose that’s as far as you go…Ahhh I see! The Librarian chose you as one of her champions? No wonder you arrived here in one piece!

That was when the dots connected in his mind, remembering his encounter with the enigmatic Forerunner figure back on the Shield World, Requiem. And judging by what it had said about ‘arriving in one piece’...did this involve the Composer?

And if it did…the rest of Blue Team had no such immunity to the Forerunner digitizing device granted to them.

“What did you do? Where’s Fred, Kelly and Linda?”

At the mention of the other Spartans, the Armiger’s slit like eyes narrowed into a sort of sneer, sending a pulse of anger down the Chief as he thrust his free hand out towards the towering figure that held him captive, finding himself frozen in place with his fingers just inches away from peeling apart the hard light plating that protected the glowing core in its chest.

Easy there tiger~ I’m sure you know that with Cortana’s new empire spreading across every inch of this galaxy, she’s been sending out…envoys…messengers of sorts, to gather willing members to her cause.

It shouldn’t surprise you to hear that one such envoy has indeed graced my humble abode. A human AI by the name of Katsumi.

Shooting him a dark look as it spoke the next words, the Chief remembered why he didn’t trust Forerunner AI constructs so easily, from his experiences with Spark and the Warden Eternal, he knew they were as vain and human as the organics they served under.

She was a delectable little thing to peel apart, so full of juicy information! I admit, without her, I would’ve been blind to current world affairs.

And just as insane.

But I'm sure you must be oh so worried for your dear companions. Not to worry though, I've made some special modifications…Katsumi’s data was certainly…interesting~ All this time alone has certainly made experimenting with live subjects a thrill to behold!

Moving over to the central podium in the chamber, the armiger holds up its free hand, drawing forth three of the giant metal tablets levitating around them. Chief was no stranger to these things, having seen many of them across the galaxy. Forerunner repositories of sorts from the brief quotes his former AI companion had dropped during their time together.

But as he watched the featureless tablets come to life, the imagery he was greeted with had left him stunned for a moment as the hardlight displayed a weird scene; three animated women in a style John had never seen before on each screen, depicted with over sexualized bodies in highly compromising positions, watching wide eyed as the redhead on the left began seemed to squirm around in awkward silence, dainty hands covering her curvy body wrapped up in a tight futuristic looking swimsuit that highlighted her beautiful figure, posing shyly for an invisible cameraman.

I see you’ve taken interest in the one formerly known as Fred i believe? We call her ‘Pyra’ now, the good little minx won’t remember any of it though once she went one cycle in the sim~ You Spartans really need to lighten up!

That was Fred? But that couldn’t be true. The Chief froze as his mind processed what the AI had told him. And if that truly was his former comrade, then that had to mean the other two girls, one already engrossed in taking two men from behind, had to be Kelly and Linda…or what was left of them.

“But…how? Why?”

At his question, the AI chortled as if it had heard something ridiculous. Forcing a jerk to the Chief’s brow as he heard the laughter tear into him.

Why for fun of course! I’ll have you know I was shocked to see all this…salacious data in dear old Katsumi, but the more I replayed them, the more interested I grew in…’replicating’ them…in my own sims no less! What these girls are experiencing now is a product of hard work and dedication! A thousand tries of replicated scenarios and tinkering!

It wasn’t easy, I'll have you know. Dear Linda especially took so long to fit into her new role. I had to give the pampered little girl so many choices to fit in, she seemed to love being Eris so there she is…’hot blooded bitch screws husband hard’ scenario loaded up for at least seven cycles now!

At that, the Chief grew further aghast as he ran the numbers in his head, aware that Slipspace travel wasn’t an instantaneous affair, for all he knew, by the time he had arrived at the other end, weeks could’ve passed by. Meaning his comrades had spent countless hours tormented by this uncaring AI in its perverted experiments.

He wondered if there was even anything left of them to save with the way he watched each of the drastically altered supersoldiers . Spartan’s being biologically augmented to focus entirely on the mission and nothing else, with the hormones that made them…’react’ to sexual stimuli being diminished or outright absent.

Ahh, I know what you’re thinking…is there anything left of them to save? Well, I'm quite pleased to inform you there’s nothing left of them in their pretty new selves. All that ugly muscle and military nonsense…I must say, watching them work off all that pent up stress has me in quite a predicament…just look at dear old Jeanne!

Twisting it’s arm to force the Chief’s head to turn and with a little pressure to force his eyes open, the armiger directs his attention to the screen in the middle, audio beginning to ring in his ears as the AI connects his helmet’s comms systems to the tablet itself, providing him with a firsthand experience as the pale haired, scantily clad woman on screen converses with an unseen individual in what sounded like Japanese, lifting the hem of her ridiculously short skirt, the only piece of decent clothing alongside the matching set of stockings on her curvy body, to reveal a tight pink thong that covered her dripping wet snatch, nipples tenting the equally gaudy pink bikini top that hugged her mammaries.

Sore de, kore de īdesu ka? (So, how is it?)

Not wanting to watch further, the Chief could hear her angry yet nervous statements give way to excited cries that rang with fake urgency and dripped with a flirtatious quality to it.

Mate sawatte ī to wa ittenai! Dame! (Wait! I didn’t say you could touch! Stop!)

He didn’t need to watch the rest to know that she was currently being screwed…and hard by how happy and short of breath she sounded. The Forerunner armiger dazzled by the imagery of the silver haired beauty currently bent over, the naked stud behind her pulling on the cat’s tail sticking out of a certain hole as she moaned ecstatically.

See? Jeanne, or should I say, Kelly, is living the best life she’s ever had! No more risking her life fighting on the battlefield, no more annoying comrades to care for. Just her and her lovely master~ Oh, you humans create such heart pounding stories!

If he could move, the Chief wouldn't have hesitated to turn the gloating armiger and its twisted facility into a burning pile of rubble, feeling a gnawing anger burning inside him despite the biochemicals and augmentations inside him keeping the fury in check.

But before he could even voice, much less act on his anger, the armiger had turned its attention back on the Chief, heavy alloy feet clanking as it walked toward the center of the room, a glowing circle that had the Spartan dreading the next moment as it threw the paralyzed supersoldier into the stasis field.

But as I said earlier…I'm in a little bit of a pinch…which is where your special immunity to the Composer and its effects comes in handy! You see, hardlight can only do so much to replicate the feel of an organic body, while I could have any number of these beautiful damsels service me, any attempt on my end to satisfy my…bodily urges…would simply shatter them back to simple fragments! How fragile indeed…

But you…you’re still of flesh in both mind and body…ever wondered what miracles hardlight can perform? Well wonder no more my boy! You’re going to live that experience!

Rendered immobile within the field, the Chief could barely move his lips to question the armiger on it’s intent before the sensation of something crushing him began to intensify, feeling the immense pressure all over the Mjolnir, hearing the titanium give way in his helmet as a suffocating blue light begins to flood his vision, blinding him to what would come next as the crushing pressure continued to escalate.

Until all that remained of the hulking superhuman soldier was a glowing blue human figure, the bulky contours of the Mjolnir armor slowly melting away, absorbed along with the flesh and undersuit beneath into one singular human shaped mass.

Consumed by the pain as he felt his strength sapped away from him, the Chief could do nothing more as he fell into a deep sleep…

And here begins the artist’s true work…

Muttering as it strode around the petrified form of the Chief, the armiger holds out its arms, a hard light rendition of an ancient graphics tablet forming before it as it gripped ahold of a digital pen, sketching it’s ideas on the screen as the hardlight figure of the man began to warp and shift, conforming to it’s sculptors hands as muscles faded, height dropped and powerful arms lengthened into lean, curvy twigs, the bulky legs following suit as they shaped themselves into lovely pillars that ended in dainty feet, matching up well with the now widened hips that all came together into an eyecatching hourglass figure.

With the base template set, the armiger smiles as it sketches a lengthy mane of silky blonde hair, watching it blossom forth from the bald head, long strands reflecting the pale blue glow of the surroundings as it paints details and textures to the outline; conjuring smooth porcelain skin, valleys of toned flesh and a heaving set of D cup breasts that sagged down the barely recognizable body of the former Spartan, inverted nipples set atop each milk filled tit as they rose and fell with each soft breath.

Just need to remove this unsightly thing…

With a quick wave of its hands, the girthy member still lying snugly between fat, thickened thighs retracts immediately with no resistance, testicles deflating, wrapping around the dripping gash that was left in the wake of the retreating penis as it’s meaty head converges into a highly sensitive nub of nerves, settling atop the puffy lips that composed the newly formed vagina as a warm tunnel of wet flesh led up into her waiting womb, the new ovaries beginning their work as hormones begin to flood the newborn woman’s body, an egg ready and waiting for a lucky stud to fertilize.

…And add the finishing touches…

With most of its work complete, the armiger’s dexterous hands direct the brush over to the featureless face, sketching long lashes that coated rounded eyes with an exotic accent to them, kissable cushions for lips and a warm blush over rosey cheeks, a futuristic headband materializing over the top of the blonde sleeping beauty as earrings clipped themselves around her soft ears.

And it is done! My first actual living animated entity! Abit overdone in certain areas but…mmhh…true to life indeed!

Walking around the limp form of the buxom babe that had taken shape from the raw putty the Chief had become, the armiger seemed satisfied as it moved toward the podium, stasis field shutting down as it cradled the slender body of the unconscious woman, eyes scanning her animated form as static and electricity coursed over her painted form, it seemed the process to fully bring a cartoon figure to life with the weight and heft of an organic being still needed some tweaking to perfect, but just gazing upon the perfect features of it’s creation had the Forerunner armiger smiling in satisfaction, taking comfort in knowing this would be enough, stroking her soft cheeks as it watched her brows furrow in discomfort at the metallic finger currently tracing it’s way over her soft skin, brushing aside a strand of blonde hair as it cradled her pillowy body, a fire beginning to burn within it as it felt her round bottom brush up against it’s groin.

Just a little bit more my dear, and i’ll have you all dolled up and ready to serve~

–

Awakening in a white room, Mythra rubbed her blurry eyes as she fully came to, looking around the featureless room as her vision focused on a tall blue figure sitting still before her, glimpsing an unusual metal form traced with neon lights and levitating pieces.

She clutched a shaky hand to her head, feeling as if a thousand needles had just been shot through her cranium at once, unable to think clearly as her vision slowly returned, trying to focus on the glowing metal figure lying smugly on its throne.

But as her vision focused, her mind seemed to clear instantly, remembering how Pneuma had sacrificed herself to destroy the World Tree and in turn, save Rex and the rest of her friends.

That should’ve been the end of things, the end of the line for her and Pyra…but here she was, fully intact and seemingly in captivity.

Whoever this was, they were more interested in her rather than the power she held. She spat in disgust as she watched the construct take notice of her.

So Mythra dear? How’re you feeling?

Hearing the construct speak, Mythra couldn’t help but clench her small fists by her side, feeling intense hatred at the sound of the cold effeminate voice as if she’d heard it before from somewhere, a voice she associated with negativity from how her very being seemed to flare with a fiery rage.

“Good morning sister! I see you’re as eager as I am to serve our glorious Mistress!”

At the sound of the familiar voice of her alter ego, Mythra turned to look with shock at the figure that had, until now, gone unnoticed by the construct’s side, the slender form of Pyra, nude for all to see, as she smiled warmly at Mythra as if nothing was wrong, as if it was normal for her to be naked.

“W-wh-what have you done? And what do you mean by s-sister? What is this?!”

Tapping it’s fingers impatiently against the metal throne as Pyra seemed to grow concerned at Mythra’s anger, the construct simply shot her an uncaring look laced with threat as it smiled inwardly at the look of frustration on her face, knowing the message that she could do nothing against it had been sent loud and clear.

I see you’re all fired up and ready to go…be a good little girl and give your mistress the pleasure she so dearly craves~ I can’t wait to taste your lovely body! Poor Pyra here just can’t handle me, so as her ‘big sister’, you’ll have to bear that responsibility~

Watching as her alter ego shoots her a bashful look, Mythra stepped forward hesitantly, blushing fiercely as she felt her naked body jiggle with each step, her hair brushing up against her exposed rear, sending electric shocks of pleasure all throughout her body as she felt herself grow wet down below as her gaze locked on to the throbbing blue dick standing up at full mast, awaiting her arrival.

She knew she shouldn’t be having such naughty thoughts of the disgusting thing, but with her powers sealed and whatever this thing had done to her leaving her more than likely aroused against her will, Mythra gulped as she struggled to walk steadily, falling to her knees before the hypnotic member.

Knowing Pyra was just as, if not even more brainwashed than she was, Mythra could only hope for the arrival of Rex and the gang as her only means of escape, reaching a shaky hand out to grasp the surprisingly warm rod, her mistress smiling in glee as she watched the powerful Blade give in.

But before Mythra could do anything more, her vision seemed to blur with a wave of static as the world around her vanished, replaced with a familiar setting; that of the bunk she used to sleep in when she was traveling with Rex aboard the Argentum.

And speaking of the boy, she hadn’t realized she was kneeling before his sleeping form, her other self, Pyra, seemingly in the middle of busying herself as she watched Mytha mindlessly stroke his member gently as he slept, smiling down at his sleeping face.

The boy she had fallen for, right there with her…looking slightly older than she last knew him when they separated at the World Tree…despite his now rugged build and slightly spikier head of hair, she knew it was still Rex. How much time had passed, and how was this even possible?

Jumping back quickly in shock, the spell seemingly broken, Mytha glanced around the warm room, at Pyra, then at Rex, then back towards her still naked self.

W-wait! T-Th-This can’t be right!

But before she could run away in embarrassment, Pyra gripped her hand gently, drawing her closer to the pair as she let out an “eep!” of shock, feeling her chest rub up against his torso as she fell onto the sleeping young man. Fearing he would awaken as Pyra moved away, giving her plenty of room as she shot her a look that seemed to say ‘I know how much you’ve been wanting this, go ahead’.

Swallowing the ball of saliva in her throat, Mythra began to climb on top of Rex as Pyra giggled in glee, excited to watch the two make out as Mythra eyed the girthy member below her, closing her eyes before she let herself go, dropping down and devouring the thing in one fell swoop…

After all the fighting, loss and grief the Blade had experienced over her many years, maybe this was the happy ending she longed for? It might've seemed sudden but...remembering how Addam, her previous Driver and mentor of sorts, had been happily married to a loving wife all those years ago reignited that same desire to experience the same as she felt Rex enter her.

It might've been ridiculous for a Blade like her to desire the life of a human, but there was no harm in trying.

–

Back in reality, the Forerunner armiger watched in glee as its latest creation lost itself in its new identity as a video game character from a time before humanity had developed its first Slipspace Engine. Feeling every inch of the animated character’s warmth as she made love to the man she loved, revelling in the raw emotions of love and pleasure both Mythra and Rex felt.

No sign of the former Spartan, saviour of humanity, left as the girl he had become willingly impaled herself on the meaty member of the man she loved, indulging herself in a new life she never thought possible as she sung her praises.

It could only hope for more organics to find their way to its facility, eager to add more members to its cast of actors, eager to experience more of the one thing it couldn’t feel on it’s own…

But as Infinity continued to flee from Cortna’s retinue of relentless Guardian Custodes after Blue Team had failed to report in weeks after their deployment, the future of the galaxy seemed uncertain for all…

THE END