Cyberpunk M.I.L.F.S.

Something I threw together today. I kept thinking about this pic and the potential it had with the cyberpunk monster milfs: https://shorty.booru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1895 

I came up with a scenario of sexy bodyguards, but then realized most of my ideas were relatively pure and cozy so it ended up like this. Something quick to help tide folks over while I make more dents in the big voted projects.

I had a weird life growing up. I didn’t really think anything about it until recently when I talked about it with some friends. I confronted my mom about it and she finally let me in on what was happening. My mom was a “grid runner,” one of the hackers and gangsters who do the dirty work for various Mega-Corps.  

In particular, she was the face who managed a gang of mercenaries called M.I.L.F.S.: Mercenaries I'd Like Fighting on my Side. Yes, I told her it was a bullshit name. She said it’s just how you had to do things back then; when you’re a cyberpunk mercenary doing all kinds of illegal shit i the underground market, you need something catchy. And as the front and leader of a troop of mercenaries, she knew she had to be careful about raising me. Trustworthy babysitters were hard to come by when she knew there were corporate spies and assassins around, so she went with the only ones she knew she could rely on. It’s how I ended up with a dwarf, an orc, an elf, and a troll for my babysitting mercenary “aunts” watching over me for most of my childhood. It all sort of adds up, but only in hindsight. I didn’t have a clue when I was little that my babysitters were also mercenary bodyguards.

>Auntie Dwarf was the team’s hacker. 

>barely taller than me until I started growing in my teens

>had this robotic arm and a hacker “rig” in her skull

>had her head shaved around the rigging implant

>always has a holo screen up in the corner of her eye

>one day I asked why her head was like that

>“Because I like this haircut.”

>press that I meant her weird metal disc

>“It’s a tv remote.”
>proceeds to hack the TV and turn it on with her mind

>gets through mom’s kid-safe features installed on the TV like it’s nothing

>fond memories of staying up past midnight watching R-rated movies with my cyborg 4’ aunt 

>still sends me free passwords to porn sites she thinks I’d like

 >Auntie Elf was their spy
>cybernetic eyes I always remember looking so beautiful, even as a kid
>crazy quiet and flexible
>faked being asleep once to find her sneaking into my bedroom without a sound to make sure I was still in bed
>fell asleep knowing she was watching over me with those faintly glowing purple eyes
>mom puts her in charge of setting out Christmas presents one year
>elvish upbringing so doesn't know shit about Christmas
>wake up to disturbingly realistic reenactment of a break-in where some stranger left me presents
>complete with busted window 

>Auntie Orc is their sharpshooter and gunslinger

>once convinced me that the sniper rifle she had mounted at the window was a weather machine

>¾ of her arms are cybernetic

>always tried to hug or pat me with her regular arm

>I end up hugging or cuddling by grabbing her cybernetics because I think she’s uncomfortable with them and want to make her feel better

>find out it’s because she doesn’t want to accidentally crush me with them

>I come home once with a bruised up arm

>she shakes me down until I admit there’s a bully at school

>she shows me what to do if he messes with me again

>next day

>Auntie Orc has to pick me up from the principal’s office

>teacher asks her where the hell I learned to do a nerve strike used exclusively in Middle Eastern Trollish martial arts

>looks teacher dead in the eye

>“Cartoons these days, huh?”

>laughs for half the car ride home

>I keep smiling and tell her what happened

>stops at the grocery store and buys me my first beer for when we get home

>Auntie Troll is their bruiser

>8 feet of buff horned qt

>liked to work out while I played on my own so always smelled of sweat

>too lazy to cook so always ordered out

>has to hide her sword out of reach from me when she comes by

>carries me everywhere just because she can, even into my teens

>has armored skin and regeneration

>any time I bumped or got hurt she’d do the same to herself to show me how to be tough

>had a nightmare one night

>told her I had a bad dream that there was a monster under my bed

>she lifts the bed off the floor with me still in it to prove I’m safe

>still offers to stay with me just for tonight

>cuddles up with me despite half of her hanging off the bed

>sleep in a bed smelling like sweaty trolls and love it

>next day she brings me a blackjack to sleep with “in case monsters start any shit.”

Kind of surprised I haven’t died before now. I guess having them around has kept the worst away. Apparently I’m old enough to learn about all of this, which explains why I still have a sitter at home when I’m 18. The others keep telling me how handsome I’ve gotten and how they’ll each be bringing me a present when they come by this week. At least I’m not the naive kid I was before...