"Sheesh there's gotta be something here..." the squirrel beastkin muttered as she hauled herself through the ruins of the Ikaruga Civil War having been working in secret alongside Sector Seven to find info on the higher ups of the NOL, Hazama and Relius. Having always been rather large, Makoto had occasionally found trouble wedging herself between places that she could not simply destroy with strength alone. Going around as she winced to try and find anything peculiar in the dark of the night, Makoto soon became bored having spent over half the day rummaging through rubble and finding old abandoned electronic equipment, that unfortunately were inoperable currently. The young woman sighed, bored and irritated with the lack of progress, she sat herself down on a pile of even stones and relaxed.
"I know this place ain't exactly in peak condition, but you think something would've survived the massacre..." Sighing in boredom she kicked away a rock, making it collide into stack of other rocks, forming a chain reaction that caused the stack to fall apart. Smirking a little at the event, Makoto began kick away more stones, trying to set up larger and larger chain reactions. Soon though, she had gotten bored with that, sitting again, looking from a plateau out to the rest of the world. Finding herself bored she began play with her body, pounding and flicking her rotund gut, Makoto giggled at the sensation, this continued for a bit until she began to feel "urges", every now and then they just popped up, much like something else was right now. Up from below Makoto's belly rose her lengthening penis. Stuck in the moment of things, Makoto couldn't help in indulging into her carnal pleasures. Blushing with arousal, she began to remove her skirt just slightly to allow her appendage more freedom and slightly allow more access to them with her hands.
"Auugh..." Makoto moaned as she gripped her erect genitalia. Its pulsing form felt warm in her palms, starting slow and going into a steady motion, she began to pump her hands across its shaft. Geting more excited, she moved one hand from her crotch and to the flab on her belly, gripping it and shaking it with gusto. After several seconds she let loose a guttural moan as her hermaphroditic seed blew outward from the plateau, down to the seither clouds below. This session of hers continued on for a few minutes...that is until in the middle of another load she was preparing a voice spoke up from behind her.
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