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Audhild, smexy barbarian by antcow
Audhild, smexy barbarian
New commission drawn for me by :iconshonuff44:

This is Audhild (which means spoils of war, its a scandanavian old norse girl name), my big wolf babe. Shes massive, the biggest of my gals!
7'0"!
50-J! (maybe a little more X3)

As a fan of harem comedies, I realized that I was missing that huge gal that loves big weapons and act like a mom to everyone else on the crew, shes certainly a welcome addition :3

Oh, and if your not a Darksiders fan, that mace is called Aftermath, awarded to the champion of The Crucible!
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Alexandra nukewinter by antcow
Alexandra nukewinter
The (almost) final nukem girl commissioned to :iconganassa:
This is Alexandra nukewinter!
Eyes: Blue
age: 35
height: 6'0"
weight: 140
measurements: 50J-24-38
Weapons: Over-under double barrel pistol.

Alexandra is unique among the others in that she is a direct mirror of Duke nukem himself.
Shes big in all the right ways, she has long blonde hair to his short blonde hair, they both have blue eyes, and she is as
good as him with any weapon she picks up, and she is Russian where he is American.
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Tanya adams black by antcow
Tanya adams black
A new commission drawn by :iconganassa: for me!

To those C&C fans, this is Agent Tanya Adams, as a black woman.
You could say that the only reason Tanya changed her appearance is because of time travel or a different actress, which is reasonable.
But I like to think that Tanya adams is a code name and there is a commando corps that has may women who bear the same code name, each
one armed with their own specialized weapons :3
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(Contains: nudity, sexual themes, violence/gore, strong language and ideologically sensitive material)
Auriel pushed open the door of the Sanctuary clinic followed closely by her fellow sisters hauling the crude container  
filled with the units hard won money. Auriel took in the interior of the clinic with a sneering glance.
It was dirty as was normal for this city. Grime and blood mingled on the floor and walls, tattered dividers barely hid  
clearly dead bodies on crude hospital beds. The clinic was incredibly small, the morgue was less that fifteen feet away  
and a pile of bones lay to the side of the poorly maintained wall storage units. There was a pair of sickly patrons  
waiting for the attention of the house doctors, sitting on simple bar stools near the entrance door. The paid no heed to  
the three post-humans who entered and passed them, lost in the misery of their sickened state.
Occupying the operating floor was two of the three brothers who ran this clinic chain, Zed and Ned. They were both twins  
save for the mustache that Ned sported outside of his surgical mask, somehow. They were inspecting the body of a marauder,  
seemingly disassembling the cadaver more than dissecting it, separating bionics from the organic matter. Likely for the  
sake of harvesting organs and selling the augmentics for profit.
'I'm here to talk to Dr. Ted.' Auriel said addressing the two brothers
'Look Ned, its those big gals again. Looks like she came back alive.' said Dr. Zed
'And I was sure those RomuRakks that were allegedly made in a lab we may or may not run and that we allegedly lost  
control of were too crazy to be killed. We're not crazy, they were crazy!' exclaimed Dr. Ned
'And it looks like she brought us a gift. said Dr. Zed
Auriel gestured to the sisters accompanying her to bring the repurposed locker forward to set it before the brothers  
feet. She opened the container to show the brothers the funds inside. Ned scooped up a handful of gold, silver and paper  
currencies. He and His brother inspected the monies and both nodded to each other in approval of the offer.
'Looks like you can pay for it. Who will be getting the gene-forging operation?' Asked Zed
'I will be.' Auriel responded flatly. It was agreed among the sisters that she, as the leader, would take the risk  
first. And there was only enough for one anyway, so if the genetic operation failed it would only affect one sister.
And if that happened the rest of the sisters wrath would be quick and brutal. A final act of carnage to commemorate the  
demise of the sisterhood before their ruined bodies finally failed them.
Ned dropped the handful of cash back into the pile and stepped over to the sealed door behind the operating table. He  
punched in a code and opened it, holding it open, Auriel entered the door and was surprised by what she seen.
The door shut behind her but her attention was drawn by the utterly clean and well lit lab. It was the complete opposite  
of the filthy squalor of the public clinic, it didn’t even stink. The floor was mopped to a shine, as she could see her  
reflection, there were well maintained Bunsen burners bringing fluids to a boil. And the air was cool, clean and crisp  
even in her degraded nose.
'I see that you didn’t wipe your boots off, very rude to drag dirt into someone’s clean floor.' said a deep voice from  
behind her.
Auriel was genuinely surprised, it might be because of her failing body, but Dr. Ted consistently always managed to take  
her by unawares. She turned to face the man and he was as imposing as ever before.
He was taller than her and even more massive than she was, and he had thus far never seen any fear for her or her  
sisters in him.
'Forgive me for being in a hurry, I'm kinda dying, Doctor.' Auriel said staring up into his shadowed brown eyes.
Dr. Ted chuckled to himself to that and, with an arm sliding around her shoulders, led the post-human deeper into his  
lab. 'My brothers would not have let you in here unless you paid, I assume you’re ready for you operation?'
Auriel shoved off the huge man to stare him into his eyes again with a gauntleted finger pointed up to his face. 'Listen  
Street Doc, I lost soldiers for that money and all that it can get is one gene-forging. If this fails my sisterhood will  
find you and kill you slow!' she spat
Ted gently turned away the finger with his own massive hand. She couldn’t resist, and she began to see that even at her  
best, he would be the stronger as her hand was forced down.
'No worries, you paid for a top-quality flesh works and you will get it.' Ted turned away and with a gesture to the lab  
noo-sphere activated the operating section of his lab. Rising form a six sided pad on the tiled floor rose the most  
advanced auto-doc Auriel had ever seen. The FIVE Corporation utilized MK. 4 auto-docs to transform a mere human woman  
into a mighty sister-warrior, MK. 9's were reserved for high level CEO's due to their expense.
Dr. Ted had a MK. 10 in his facility, and of red grade quality. The doubt she had for the three brothers was dispelled  
and replaced with baffled surprise. How could he have this kind of tech? And there were three more collapsed into their  
floor units. Five million credits for a full genetic regeneration and re-forging was practically a steal.
'I'll need you to strip down and enter it naked, of course. The operation will revitalize you to the cellular level, the  
useless virus will be purged and replaced with the perfect DNA for you, pure Yautja essence. Any bionics will be removed  
to make room for your new form to grow and develop. You will become a new you, better than before.' explained Ted
Auriel nodded in understanding, she stepped off to the side to peel off the beaten armor and ragged under garments. Ted  
paid this no mind, he was preparing the auto-doc for the operation at hand, his hands moved with experience and grace to  
call up the pre-loaded commands for his clients operation.
Ted finished his preparation and turned to behold a naked Auriel. She felt shame for the first time in the sixty years  
since she was transformed into a post-human. Her skin was sickly pale and her once supple muscle was stretched and  
reduced. She was a pathetic sight and she worn so much armor more for the sake of projecting an image of power, but  
without it was clear she was diminished.
'The virus that FIVE used to make me and the sisters in the warriors we are, you plan to inject the new culture FIVE  
uses, right?' She asked almost desperately
'You wont need it anymore.' answered Ted
'But its what makes us strong.'
'The Baron-3 virus has been discontinued, and even if i had the new strain, it would be a temporary fix. Besides, its  
what’s killing you now, its dead weight and its eating you alive. This process will purge you of that useless garbage and  
replace it with genetic samples from the pure-strain of the predator race. You will not only be better than before, but  
you will have abilities beyond a simple increase of strength and speed, but you will have access to instincts you have  
never felt before. And I can do this for all your sisters, blend them with essence of any race they could desire, such  
as any of the Elf and Orc races. Kilngons or Xeno or Coldling.'
'Why?' was all Auriel could ask, it was opening her and her unit to power they never dreamed of. Not even FIVE would  
date to give their creations such power. The virus was only meant to be a means of mass producing replaceable super-
soldiers, that much was clear to her. But this Doctor was seemingly heedless of creating a post-human that could survive  
independently from him.
'Because I simply can. Shall we?' Ted said gesturing to the open hatch of the waiting auto-doc.
She didn’t hesitate, the promise of new life and power she never imagined waited for awaited her. She stepped into the  
cylindrical device and floated in mid-air just a couple inches off the floor. The anti-gravity system held her suspended  
to allow the device to perform its appointed task with ease, the nimble robotic arms would be able to reach every part  
of her body with no hindrance.
Ted shut the door of the auto-doc and watched it sink back into the floor. Unlike his brothers, Ted was competent in the  
gene-forge arts. While his brothers could create dangerous beasts and mutants, his were stable and reliable, and as one  
of the foremost gene-smith's of the I.A. He could promise the desired results to his customers.
Providing augmentation on this scale to anyone who can pay was unheard of outside of the labs of nations and hyper-
corporations. But personally, Ted also did so just to prove he could, he knew it was a problem for the big players like  
them because the means of creating post-humans of this quality was something they wanted under their control. Sure any  
street walking skag-head could inject a Plasmid and throw lightning or spew bio-wasps, that was just genetic alteration  
wet-ware that amounted to a simple addition to what’s already there. That could easily introduce hormonal imbalances that  
Ted did not tolerate, and that’s why he was not a common street-doc.
His flesh craft rebuilt a subject from the DNA chain up, it’s much more thorough and as close to natural as could be  
gained without cross-racial breeding. And he had no time for that.
It would be a few hours before the genetic-recoding and splicing to be complete and he had other concerns. The city was  
being prepped for launch and he wanted to make sure all the his equipment was firmly secured, it wouldn’t do to have  
gurneys and boxes flailing about as the city rose into the air. And he had to make sure all the necessary counter-
demonic wards were in place to prevent any uninvited guests. He learned from the last time a Hell knight teleported into  
his other lab, sure he strangled it to death, but it was such a bother when all those genetic cultures were smashed in  
the struggle.
Shrugging off the unpleasant memory he went about his task.

The corporate troopers were falling back in good order to the walls of Sanctuary, the demons suffered more than their  
mortal prey. The weaponry of the corporate troopers were such a impressive variety that the vicious claws and fangs were  
easily trumped. It was the vastly superior numbers of the fiends that pushed back the mortal defenders.
On the walls of the city, Jakobs snipers didn’t hesitate to begin picking off Imps, Bull's and one sniper brought down a  
towering Cyberdemon with a well-placed bolt through the eye.
Mounted turrets along the walls activated as soon as the first demon came within range, the gun crew's opend fire with  
mortar and lance cannons. With support from the city walls, the troops on the ground were afforded the opportunity to  
make a quick retreat to the gate.
Before the main door even began to close the ground was shaking, rocks were jumping, propelled by the vibrations. The  
demons were seemingly ignorant of this as they pushed through the weight of fire from the city walls. Given time the  
demons would be at the walls, but they were already to late, the city began to rise out of the ground.
The hellish beasts further away from the city guns stopped on their hoofed paths, halted by both their instinct that  
they would not reach prey, and a sudden command form their queen. A savage insistence that the attack be ceased, the  
great army assembled by the prey-things were attacking the nest, and there was real danger that the queen was threatened.
Visions of the vast army of the mortal prey-things marching toward the nest with monstrous war engine walkers casting  
their shadows overshadowing them bombarded the defending demons. The imperative to defend the nest overwhelmed the  
inherent drive to hunt and kill.
Demons that were out of the city guns range turned and ran hard toward the distant nest, the others fell victim to  
mortars and bolts in their backs as they too tried to turn and run to answer their queens call.

A cheer rose up from the walls that spread to the rest of the city, the demons were repelled and the city rose into the  
air to high for them to attack. Drunk Terry spewed bile in celebration that he would in fact still live to drink another  
day.
High sister Trask would be pleased to find the guns she has been relentlessly searching for presented to her as she  
emerged for her gene-forging. And the great plan can move forward all the sooner.
Callie and her new companions didn’t join in on the impromptu festivities, they were making their way past the surging  
crowd, intent on returning to Tails ship, 'The sly fox'. Despite Carmelita's insistence, Callie decided rest in the  
shadowrunner billets, but it was agreed that she would look out for Rouge and stay near her for the sake of safety. Moxxi  
would be suspicious if at least one of them were not there.
Carmelita conceded, but wasn’t happy about it, after what she witnessed in Moxxi's private chambers had made her adamant  
that at least the closet to her would not sleep in her dirty hovel of a bar.
But they were all being hunted, and a pack of dying wolves had caught sight of them. On a roof over looking boulevard,  
one of the last sergeants of the sisterhood, flanked by two other sisters, stared down at Callie.
She was certain this was the target, the cat-girl who stole the two sacred revolvers from the sisters during their  
retrieval mission on Rapture. The she-he mutant relayed her location to the rest of the unit. A string of confirmations  
echoed in her ear piece as the unit began to converge.
Post-human's shoved and shouldered their way through the crowd and paid no heed to the growing number of angry looks  
and harsh words. This was a pack of beasts near death and finally discovering their prey, they were not going to slow  
down for the sake of manners.
The readied their slut-guns in anticipation of the coming fight, the whole unit had lost the guns to the strange cat-
girl, the fact that she escaped form their grasp on Rapture, and eluded them all across the Pandora. But here she was,  
in this air-borne city, trapped inside the walls with nowhere to run.

Callie knew that she was being surrounded, her every sense was telling her that she had minutes before the she-he uber-
humans attacked. She would have known this even before she ascended into a demi-god, as she could have counted the heart  
beats of everyone in the city. She denied it for much longer than she should have, it was the only answer to the power  
she now had.
Terrans were not ignorant of such things, The Imperium are the children of heaven and are privy to knowledge that the  
gods of lesser nations denied their people. Terrans were born immortal and as close to perfection as could be without  
being outright demi-gods. But like what happened to her, she rose to the next level, and it should have been obvious to  
her on Rapture. She killed a demon princess which were always demi-gods, she was either at least equal or greater to  
that.
She was certain that once she returned home, she would likely be delivered to the White Gates and learn how to properly  
develop and understand this new self she spontaneously became under the tutelage of one of Heavens academies. She had  
no idea how she would explain her absence to whoever would be the one to receive her, hopefully it would be Peter.
Bringing herself back to the moment, she brought the situation to the attention of her companions. 'We are about to be  
attacked.' she said bluntly
'Really? By who?' Amy asked, quickly glancing over the celebrating crowd
'Remember those post-humans I pointed out to you? Look to the roof of the building to my right, those spotters found me  
and I’m certain that my position was called in.'
Tails quickly tapped a series of commands on his wrist comp. It was no challenge at all to hack into the city  
surveillance system and keyed in a mass search for individuals that matched what he seen looming over the companions on  
the roof. Keyed factors of the query search for body mass, weight, height, race.....gender was questionable.
But he found the information he needed and Lisa was right, 124 low-grade, degenerating super-soldiers were closing in,  
they were wearing patch work armor and armed with black-grade (or slut) guns, each as cobbled together as their armor.  
He anticipated a few short minutes before they were surrounded, they needed to act fast.
Rouge was unaccounted for, she was somewhere in the city and Lola was at the ship. So for the moment the only support to  
call upon was himself, Amy, Carmelita and the stranger Lisa. And if they were after her, the she-he's would certainly  
target them.
'Ok, Amy, your with me, were taking the roof's. Carmy and Lisa, take to the ally's, go into buildings, keep moving and  
don’t let them surround you!'
There was no time to flesh out the plan of action any further than that, Tails grabbed Amy by the hand and used his  
tails to launch into the air arching over the spotters. The spotters aimed and opened fire on Callie, who along with  
Carmelita dove behind nearby road barriers, peppering their cover with bolts charged with different variants of the  
industrial elements: Cryo, fire, explosive. The mixed parts of their guns, they fired indiscriminately at their intended  
target, whether a panicked civilian crossed into their field of fire or not.
That was one mistake that would return to haunt them, the next was they ignored Tails and Amy hovering over them. Tails  
spun in the air to gain momentum and let Amy go to fly down onto the spotters. Amy smashed the spotter squad's sergeant  
under the head of her maul, the spikes easily penetrated the she-he's torso and into the roof. Using the spikes of her  
hammer as a means to brace herself, she continued her momentum to swing around to deliver a powerful kick to the snarling  
sister beside her, sending her enemy over the lip of the roof. Tails dove down upon the last sister on the roof with his  
blade, she held her rifle across her body to ward off the blow, but his Gladius was holy-tech and its keen edge sliced  
through and into her body, bisecting her from head to crotch.
The sister who fell to the road was swarmed by the locals infuriated by the earlier attack, knives found their way into  
gaps in the armor, stomping feet and rifle butt-stocks beat her down until a gunshot put a bullet into her head, killing  
her.
It was then that the first squad elements of the other sisters stormed in from branching roads to behold the crowd  
already pulling their dead sisters equipment from her body. Callie took aim with her Ares revolver and gunned down four  
of the sisters in as many shots, shocking electricity coursing through their body to reducing them to ash.
The sisters opened fire, both on the crowd and in Callies direction. Carmelita leaped to her feet and kicked open the  
locked door of the corner Duke Burger with Callie right behind. Taking cover within, Callie returned fire with both of  
her revolvers, her accuracy was flawless and killed with each shot and only stopped when the citizens of Sanctuary  
surged into the street and engaged the gathering sisters, no one on Pandora was unarmed and always looking for an excuse  
to kill.
Carmelita kept her cover opposite of her fellow shadowrunner with her sword drawn, she watched as the uber-humans were  
bogged down by the assaulting locals, grateful for the support but surprised by the savagery of their attack. She was  
reminded of deprave cultists rising up to defend their hidden shrine.
The post-humans were not making any advances toward the fast-food restaurant, so many of the locals had swarmed into the  
street that the sisters had to struggle to keep all the blade wielding midgets off their backs while sustaining fire  
from the people filling the streets, a rather obnoxious rabble that took the time to yell obscenities thorough the  
firefight.
Callie super keen senses informed her that the city was turning on the sisterhood across the city. Snipers hidden away  
behind curtained windows and atop buildings picked off their targets, some sisters bodies were finally reaching their  
breaking points, one suffered a fatal heart attack and fell to the ground leaving her fellow post-human vulnerable to  
attack from behind. While another suffered sudden blindness and another’s bones fractured apart under her own weight and  
crumbled within.
It was anything but a battle, it was closer to watching the last of a decrepit race die off. In their prime the sisters  
would have certainly performed better, possibly even taking over the city, but these were a breed cast away, an obsolete  
tool left to rust away.
Callie knew that there was a small element of the sisters making their way to the rear entrance of the Duke burger,  
their boots and the thoughts of aggression booming like psychic megaphones. Their Tourge made shotguns would no doubt be  
used to blast open the door and the whole element of post-humans would assault in, they thought they could take her by  
surprise. Carmelita's man Tails spoke over her ear piece to inform her of the flanking element himself a mere second  
later.
'Babe! More of these mutants are about to attack you from your back door!'
'Got it!' She responded just before an explosion resounded from the back of the kitchen to them in the front, the key  
pad of the back door announcing that the authorities have been informed of the door breach in a high-tinny electronic  
voice.
Memories of the escape from Rapture came to Callies mind, she escaped with the aid of a McDonalds managers shuttle, but  
here she wasn’t running, she aimed Maggie and fired, the bolt splitting apart until its deadly fragments over the order  
counter and tore into three of the sisters as they charged through the kitchen.
Callie and Carmelita charged as one into the squad of remaining she-hes, Callies gun mounted bayonets and Carmelita’s  
sword glinting in the flickering gun-fire light.
Each slash of their blades cut apart the attacking sisters with ease, guns were cut to pieces and hands wielding them  
were severed to fall to the floor followed by heads. These sisters were no better off than the ones dying in the street, their bodies were fighting against their intentions as much as the two women they were attacking.
With a final boom of Callies Ares revolver and after Carmelita bisected her opponent the fight was over. They stood over their enemies ruined bodies with their tainted blood dripping form their weapons, the Duke Burger fared no better, tables and chairs were smashed the walls covered in bolt holes and the floor littered with the debris of battle.
Killing in a fast food restaurant, what has this universe come to?
Callie was certain that she…….might not fight in such a place again. Hopefully.
Lone wolf of pandora (17)
New chapter, Im on a roll! :D
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Sake hiroshima by antcow
Sake hiroshima
Another nukem girl, commission drawn by :iconganassa:
Sake is not a typical Japanese woman, she is not quiet or demure. Shes
aggressive, curses and is anything but modest.
Shes a fast fighter, getting in close to deliver all three barrels of her Platinum shotgun
in the many unfortunate faces of her foes.

Eyes: Pink
Age:24
Height:5'9"
Weight:115lbs
Measurements:38G-21-33
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Antcow MCartist
United States
Current Residence: America
Favourite genre of music: Epic metal
Favourite style of art: Sexy art
Operating System: A laptop(WOW)
Shell of choice: I dont have a shell,im human
Skin of choice: Mine(duh.)
Personal Quote: If life is unfair,then be unfair to life.
Interests
Well I'm 30 now, I have to admit that I have been emotional these last two days and I cried a few times, I haven't really been able to live life to the fullest and I think back at what should have gone different :'(

But I pray that my 30's will be fuller and more fun than my 20's :') I was in the army for seven years and I had so little time to do anything besides train for deployments, and when I got out, it was right into school and looking for a job.

But I am grateful that there have been people here who have enjoyed my stories and pictures that I commissioned, thank you :')
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: Everything
  • Reading: Warhammer 40K
  • Watching: Everything
  • Playing: Everything
  • Eating: Strewberry Ice cream
  • Drinking: Tea

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