New life as a Centaur's Ro-Butt Caught By Orisa chapter 5 by OrbitingLewdness

Takka Takka Takka Takka... Pssshhht-click

Orisa felt relief once the final Talon operative went down to a barrage of plasma, her Fusion Driver cooling down from sustained fire.

The skirmish took an embarrassingly long time to win as the Talon goons were clearly elites in all but name, using heavily modified equipment and a liberal supply of grenades that kept her pinned down for most of the battle.

In truth, the biggest contributor to her victory was an unexpected influx of energy that allowed her to run at full capacity for significantly longer.

Orisa looked through her internal diagnostics, both as a post-combat routine and to discover the source of that very-much appreciated tailwind of energy, discovering oddly contradictory information.

One log, from her 'subconscious' self-preservation systems, stated she gained the energy through [Bioreactor-Large Intestine], and the only thing that was inside there was the civilian that Orisa had saved. Yet a log by her heroism subroutine states [Civilian-S.Korean Female: Saved], and the method that was accomplished was rather ingenious, if extreme.

Orisa knew that if this went public, trust in herself, and Overwatch by extension, would fall, so she resolved to solve this privately. Her creator, Efi, was a genius in all regards, and would have no trouble making a new body for her rescue, however at that moment her self-improvement system gave Orisa a suggestion she couldn't refuse, it would allow her to save so many more lives...

Wobble... Wobble... Wobble... Wobble...

Ada came back to consciousness languidly, her mind not fully awake yet, but already noticing some odd sensations. She felt as if her body was split in two, but not painfully, the two halves bouncing up and down independently in a regular pattern, her skin felt unusually sweaty, and her mouth felt forced into a permanent pout.

[OR-15A: New Subsystem: Awareness Deficit Aid (ADA): ACTIVATING]

What, why did I hear that in my mind? WHY CAN'T I TALK??? Ada felt confused, but instead of answers, she would instead be overstimulated as sight suddenly returned to her, yet it was fundamentally wrong, as if each eye was bouncing up and down. The nauseating visuals made Ada want to vomit, and she felt something travel up her throat, a foul taste coating her tongue (why was her tongue a tube? Why couldn't she move it?!?) , before... BRRAAAAPPPPP. A torrent of foul gas escaped Ada's lips, tasting of rotten eggs, vinegar, spoiled meat, and burnt polyester.

[OR-15A: ADA: CALIBRATING]

Thankfully, Ada's vision suddenly cleared up, no-longer looking like her eyes were bouncing around wildly, which let her notice a few things. One odd detail was that Ada had no control over her body, another being that her vision felt artificial in some way, with too-wide a field of view, too much clarity, she could see too far and in colours she never could before.

However, what took most of Ada's attention was the fact that a pair of strangely familiar robotic legs were moving beneath her, she seemed to be moving backwards, and the centre of her view was dominated by an unsettlingly familiar metal ass-crack and asshole. AM I IN THAT CENTAUR BITCH'S ASS?!?!?