A Gift from the Lotus

Three months prior a set of blueprints arrived through the mail like any before it. The message, while long and convoluted, told the tale of a fledgling Tenno Operative that had boarded a heavily armed Corpus transport carrier and how he attempted to steal anything he could carry back to his ship. The task proved too much for the fledgling and he was caught, but in one last ditch effort he blew an airlock and sent himself and an entire squad of Corpus foot soldiers into open space. In the clutches of his cold dead hands he held the blueprints required to build one of the three great machines that the Corpus held in high regard. The Denial Bursa.
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  We're Gonna Have a Good Time by Rare Earth played throughout the Orbiter, filling the usual void of silence. The Tenno shook his hips and bobbed his head to the tune of the song whilst rotating the handheld dual-action polisher against the Denial Bursa's right leg. He worked his way down and around, making sure to get the inside of it's thigh.
  "Boop beep."
  Around and around the Tenno polished and buffed the Bursa's right shield until it sparkled and shined. He winked at his reflection, blew a bubble with the gum in his mouth and let it pop before starting on the undercarriage. The vibrations from the polisher coaxed the Bursa's penis from it's sheath which then prodded against the backside of the Tenno's hand. He ignored it and sought towards finishing the Bursa's main body which was covered in dings and dull spots, and all the while the Bursa's erection grew in size.
  The audio track ended and swapped to the next. The Tenno crouched down on one knee, the other underneath the Bursa to support it's mighty trunk, and squeezed a line of wax from the base of the Bursa's shaft all the way to the head. Then by using a microfiber cloth he worked the wax up, down, and around the girth to completely coat the dong. A steady stream of pre-cum drooled from the Bursa's urethra and down the Tenno's leg, ending into a small pool that had formed beside his foot. He meticulously worked the wax into the Bursa's synthetic flesh, cleaning and shining it to perfection.
  The bursa's hefty scrotum hung from it's backside, it's testicles the size of major league baseballs. The Tenno's left-hand fingers sunk into the sac and gripped the nearest ball. He firmly squeezed the testicle, testing it's physical endurance, then retrieved his hand and left it to loosely hang. The room buzzed and air flowed through the polisher once more. The Tenno placed the plush rotating pad against the Bursa's scrotum and worked it in small circles.
  "SKREEE."
  The Bursa's cock flexed and wriggled against the Tenno's knee, freeing itself, then slid down his leg before coming to a stop in his lap. A thick paste of white ooze pumped into his crotch as the Bursa thrust it's hips forward and ejaculated. The torrent of semen pervaded the Tenno's clothing and coated his own genitals. The remaining liquid flowed down his thighs and legs before ending it's adventure onto the floor and pooling around him. He ignored the Bursa's continued ejaculation and sought to it's scrotum, shining and polishing the dangling jewels.
  The Tenno stood back from the Bursa and examined his handiwork. The Bursa shined from gun to toe and sparkled in the dim lighting, filling the Tenno with satisfaction. As one final act of kindness before returning to the Somatic Link, the Tenno patted the Bursa's console then promptly wiped the microfiber cloth across the screen to remove the fingerprint.
  "Boop." The Bursa returned to it's rolling state and left the Transference Room.
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