WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the video games, characters, developers etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Mad Moxxi (Borderlands series)
Pandora's Heart
A Borderlands video game erotic story
Codes: MF, Oral, mind-control/influence.
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In Pandora there were so many wild, dangerous, and mostly insane types that if you were not already dead, then death was always close behind you. You had psychos, bandits, killer robots, vicious animals from Skags to Bullymongs, and the seemingly defiant remains of the Hyperion Corporation looking to hold onto power against the Crimson Raiders, lead by the Vault Hunters.
Where did Samuel fit into this? Seemingly nowhere. Even more so since he and his team of would-be Vault Hunters arrived on the planet, and especially so now that the previously mentioned death that had been following them caught up and indeed claimed the others in his party. Not that the man with short black hair and brown eyes wasn't physically or mentally equipped for the task. Average height but more than average build - not think and lanky like the Vault Hunter Mordecai, but not a mass of muscle like Brick, just nicely in between and able to handle the harsh terrains of the so-called "Borderlands".
No, his team perished as they, voting against his motion, went straight for glory. And a "Raid Boss". They discovered to their final horror why they were not lying when they said "You. Will. Die".
Surviving when he had crawled through a hole blown into the cavern wall by the blood-thirsty multi-tentacled beast, Samuel soon discovered the dangers of Pandora in the form of countless bandits, psychos, wild animals, and everything else that went along with the "job" of nothing more than pure survival. And survive he did. Looting shield after shield, weapon after weapon, and hiding behind rock after boulder to let his shield charge back up, it took months before he finally found what he'd suggested his group do in the first place - register at a New-U Station.
Life was no better or easier from that point onwards, but that safety net against the same fate his former friends had suffered was somewhat of a reassurance at the very least. He continued to drift from place to place, location to dangerous location from barren deserts to ice flows, erupting volcanoes to abandoned factories. One time he even, unfortunately some would say, stumbled upon some twisted island full of the living dead.
Then, as his days seemed to always be dictated by, by chance, everything changed for him.
Emerging from deep out of another creature infested cave, Samuel wiped another glob of green slime from off the sleeve of his torn and ripped jacket, then dusting off the dust from the equally far from clean and new pants of his that were frayed to say this least above his dirty boots. He sighed, relieved at his survival and a selection of weapons and grenade mods that would fetch a fair price. Looking over his inventory however, there was one item from that last chest he'd open that intrigued him. Dark orange ranked color, so surely a rarest of rare Relic (or at least that he'd ever seen). But according to its description it was apparently priceless. Well, when it comes up with a value of $0 that's priceless, right?
"Pandora's Heart" was it's apparent name, accompanied by "Why have money when you can have power?". By Pandora's standards, even that was weird. But there was something about it that made him keep a hold of it. He didn't feel any effect from it when he equipped it first time, or really any time after than for the days, then weeks that followed, but still he kept it around. It wasn't worth selling after all, even if it did take up a precious slot in his inventory, but perhaps one day he'd figure out what it was about.
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A few months later...
Mad Moxxi cast the usual alluring glance around her bar from behind the counter. Nothing new to report, as per usual A couple of Sanctuary citizens trying to play a game of "darts" using knives away at the far corner but hitting around the board more than any number on it. One man slumped down in a booth, barely half-way through a bottle of Rakk-Ale. She caught the gaze of one young man at the far doorway, his eyes widening at being caught staring, and all it took was one raised eyebrow for him to suddenly turn tail and flee, tripping over himself and tumbling down the stairs.
Smirking, Moxxi rolled her eyes, leaning back from the bar in her tight, form fitting purple attire that went from the deep and revealing cleavage of her large breast and the hint of bra being shown off, to the buttoned up (with one missing and one completely different to the rest) "corset"-like midsection, and down to finish off just at the upper thigh to one side, showing off a glimpse of bright blue pantes at the other side next to a gun holster. Sexy but lethal, and her own unique style shown off by the mocked only by the brave or foolish make-up of pale white, running at the corners eyeliner, and pink circles on her cheeks along with the bright red lipstick. Not forgetting her miss matching and with holes in them tights, and her purple hat on the top of her head. She was a woman often lusted for but never to mess with.
