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brothers* This is part of the Prince Tomcat AU story line.

I don’t think Ive ever discussed the prince tomcat story line on this website. If you guys want me to discuss it I will.

ratbat001: btw
ratbat001: my blackbird fantasy just resolved itself
ratbat001: the 2 big males.. the ones competing for this young woman’s love
ratbat001: the younger jet had deined to lay near the girl who was laying naked spread atop a huge white puffy blanket
ratbat001: she was horny and mulling over the irony of her short time in this new world. how she had grown attracted to two males who wern’t even remotely human
ratbat001: “was she a bad person?” “should she think this way?” “is something wrong with me?”
ratbat001: at some point she would have to choose between the two. Both were extremely loving, attentive gentlemen. despite what they were.
ratbat001: It was hard to tell the difference between them. they didn’t wear any kind of paint indication between them of difference(Maybe just the tail numbers). just that the deep blue “eyes” of one of them was slightly different then the other
ratbat001: both voices while soft spoken and deep had slight differences. The younger of the 2 planes had a slightly less deep voice.
ratbat001: each secretly confided in her their thoughts and inner pains. their joys and experiences of the world.

ratbat001: But the younger brother’s “heart” grew heavier and heavier as time went on.
ratbat001: he was holding back.. his feelings that is. trying not to beg. trying to be fair to his older brother. whom would always say. “My chances are 50/50. that’s better then any lottery I have ever participated in!”
ratbat001: The dark plane taxied over her naked body. He had noticed she was attempting to masturbate quite by accident to some thought in her head.
ratbat001: Dires don’t like it when humans masturbate.. its like stealing away their job and pleasure.
ratbat001: most coil around your hand to pull it away from yourself while they move in and replace it with their own hungry attentive steel
ratbat001: not before long, the big blackbird had coiled round her and pressed her butt and thighs against his air frame.
ratbat001: he slipped his hard thick probe inside and grit his huge grey fangs,
ratbat001: she gave an “mmm” witch excited him, and continued on more vigorous and joyful then before
ratbat001: wet slapping noise against his frame and the strange terminus of wires and bolts, and other strange mechanical anatomy that dissapeard into his core body
ratbat001: her young human hips squeezed him and he oozed hard with pre that dribbled stickally down her ass when he stroked faster.

ratbat001: for the first time, it seemed her nervousness was gone. she was truly attempting to “enjoy” him. her fingers caressed his hull. exploring his seems
ratbat001: her lips kissed his flush matte surfaces, and he moaned excitedly in his deep male voice
ratbat001: he pounded her more and more passionately, rocking his huge frame two and fro. an unnecessary gesture– his body was so big that it would never be phased by the moments of fucking her even passionately. but he did so none the less.
ratbat001: her heart rate increased. the rapid beating heart of a young child of man, something so beautiful to him- he could sense it with his bio scanners. listening to her breathing, the simple tosses and turns of her head. he knew he was getting close
ratbat001: “c-cum for me…” huff huff..
ratbat001: ;;her toes curled against his metal;;

ratbat001: mecha dendrites snaked around her hair grabbing a wad and pulling it back, yanking her head and neck back while he pressed her haunches up against him. Now she was nearly vertically upside down against his body.

ratbat001: pleasure built up in her belly, swelling up, With a rouge tendril, the young brother kneaded and focused intensely on her clit. Helpless to resist, she resolved this time to ride his hard cock completely thorough. With a sudden loud inhuman sound, the beast above spooled his port and starboard engines up with high pitched whir. he was incredibly close as well. dangerously close. the tell-tale-energy spike to the engines that all Dire folk reveal upon the cusp

ratbat001: “ghnnn!! GRGGH” his huge grey maw twitched into a look of pain teeth bared against the blanket. The two exploded with orgasm against the other.
ratbat001: but before he could finish , his moan twisted into his soft breathy beg
ratbat001: “I love you”.. “Please.. make me the one you choose.”
HerrWeidner: ;o;
ratbat001: (Dire orgasms are long, they can last a full minute while the machines drain against or into you, with all the pulsation and sudden relaxation)

ratbat001: the girl opens her eyes wide. considering his words.
ratbat001: a cold sweat races up her back.. and the pain of the decision she has to make races back into her mind.. suddenly regretting letting herself go, regretting letting herself enjoy him. she closes her eyes and bites her lip.
ratbat001: the big jet , fresh from orgasmic shutters,  spools down his engine activity. the heat pouring off of his sides like a fresh apple pie.

ratbat001: he can sense her pained expression. coiling his tendrils around her shoulders and hair, he begs again “Please choose me!”
ratbat001: for the jet, he wished to pour his heart out to her, wished to make her feel the way he felt.
ratbat001: :”Ill take care of everything! we can have many strong children, I’ll provide for them all! I’ll be a good father. You never have to worry about being cold, or hungry, ill take care of everything!”
ratbat001: the girl closes her eyes, face twisted, unable to respond.

(The truth of the mater was, this was a betrayal of her family. A betrayal of her father who gave his last breath to make sure she had a spot in that old government cryo tube 120 years ago. She was supposed to carry her fathers legacy into this weird future..Fucking find a human boy and restart humanity! But just as the blackbirds were derelict in their own duty, now she was equally to blame. Looking down at her greying fingers she lamented, her young pussy quivering around the dark black steel still buried inside: And then suddenly, the older brother taxis in. he lowers himself down on his forward landing gear and brings his face closer to his brothers face.
ratbat001: he looks at his brother with his spooling/panting intakes and engines, and senses the sweating young girl underneath
ratbat001: and he soothe-says them both.
ratbat001: “you two.. I have made my decision. I love you, and I love my brother. but because I love my brother, and because I can sense his pain, I know he needs you more then I do.”
ratbat001: “Please love my brother.”
ratbat001: you hear this tiny voice from under the dark hull whimper “I-im sorry.”
ratbat001: The older brother smiles and lays his muzzle on the white pad whispering under his brother. “Please don’t be. This is important for the both of you.”
ratbat001: “I’ll get my chance when another child of man appears.”

Notes: I was driving home from the movies and on my way home I realized that technically all is not lost for humans in the Prince Tomcat side story. The twin brothers (A small part of a larger group) would have quickly come to the realization that as long as they can find 11 viable “children of man” they could enact a rule that makes it mandatory for genetically untouched humans to donate half of their eggs, and samples of their sperm so the machines could develop viable replacements for humans lost to machine corruption. This operation could be done before a couple expects to form the bond and thus, you could have a 1 to 1, or 1 to 2 ratio replacement. This only makes sense since being that the world is greatly steeped in advanced technology the machines continued to develop after the humans mostly died out.

 

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Shinkawa

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https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/descendentstudios/descent-underground

A new kickstarter has gone up for which I am an artistic contributor to. I’d like to just spread the word about Descendent Studios who recent acquired the license to make a sequel to Decent from Interplay. So if you where a fan of the old series or like the idea of space mining ships fighting underground, give it a look see.

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http://www.bristolpost.co.uk/Dad-buys-Tesco-bananas-infested-spiders-bite/story-26159702-detail/story.html

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For Atoll Lab: new side character “Shinkawa” and “Mori”

So I came up with a new side character to describe the state of the world In Japan, (Much like Borislav and *Fedya describe the state of Russia in this future world of living machines).

Japan in 2124 :  As you may have heard, Japan’s own population of true Japanese people and those who maintain the cultural traditions are in the decline. Even though new industries pioneered over the hundred year period pulled the country out of its wildly recurring economic recession, social trends changed the face of its people forever. Kids growing up and moving away from rural farming life, the high cost of city life, the great woman’s empowerment movements, the rise of the Hikikomori and the public protests against work life, did little to encourage the newer generations of humans to settle down and have kids. The population has largely been in decline ever since, with their being more robots and vehicles then there are people. With less children being born, Japan had to rely more upon its robot A.I. technology to act as caretakers for the aging populace. The hard-line policies against opening up the boarders for worker immigration also proved to be a mistake that would bite the government in the ass 75 years later. in 2094 when the vehicles of the world awoke, they outnumbered the people of Japan 3 to one, the revolution and change of government happened relatively quick with machines being accepted as “people” 10 years before the rest of the world settled on their own man-machine governments.  The Japanese people consider the “Kikaijin” (Machine people) to be a positive addition to the culture because machines are seen as Blank-slates, or sponges to absorb culture. The cultures positive  predisposition toward to A.I. and robots also largely helped the kikaijin to be accepted by the people on a whole. For the last 40 years Japan has enacted a “Bachelor tax” which also includes the Kikaijin our of desperation to replace the population with non foreigners. (eventually the government had to relent a little on the closed boarder thing, so you do see people from France, Germany, Mexico ect.)

“Despite our acceptance into this world, We are looked upon as fundamentally different. This may change, but our kind could wait a whole lifetime to have a human open their arms to us.”

Shinkawa works for the Japanese maritime self defense force. He carries the signature red sun roundel, and uses his body type to do the work he was always meant to do. As a US-2 ShinMeiwa Amphibious STOL search and rescue craft, His life put him on the outskirts of the popular places far from Tokyo and Akihabara to the southern  Iwakuni Airbase where a small but aging population of river folk settled down amongst the military personal.  The military here ran a tight ship to keep the shores safe from all sorts of things as well as unscrupulous “western terrorists” who would disrupt the tenants of the man-machine alliance.  Shinkawa, A proper, deep voiced Japanese “citizen” moored himself by a private dock relaxing while being on call for rescue operations. The Job was dangerous but payed very well considering that he had not taken up with a human partner- he had pocketed all the money and lived modestly..but lonely.

He had thought many times of taking up with another machine as His own desires ebbed and flowed. Mating with a Human or a Morph was the best possible outcome a Kikaijin could hope for, but being on call, his line of work didn’t leave for much time for him to travel.  It came down to that fateful day when a High school student played hookey and found him floating along the docks next to some other living machines. The girl, “Mori” was a budding Maritime enthusiast and stopped just short of the base to come talk to a real ‘search and rescue plane”. She was bright and earnest, which pleased Shinkawa greatly, the 2 talked about his line of work and about his boat friends, procedures, and his own personal stories. The girl was young, Probably 16-17 Shinkawa could sense, but her heart beat was elevated and he could feel she was really on about something else. After about 3 hours of heated conversation She asked him to come close, and she whispered to him silently (This doesn’t matter as all Dire machines have stellar hearing), “Shinkawa, I… I want to know what it’s like to have sex with Kikaijin. Will you?”

In Japan, No one expects women to be this forward. Even after the woman’s empowerment movement, it is frowned upon for young women to be this forward to men.

Shinkawa choked and his expression turned from terror to utter intrigue. He grit his tungsten teeth, his internal nature- the 2nd protocol sent his core into full spin. There was no way he could deny this long-haired girl her request. He spirited her away to a nice dark, quiet area, where the 2 worked slowly and softly to take her virginity in the least painful way. He warmed his hull for her, and his tendrils coiled around and seized her thighs to open and press splayed out against him. she kissed and licked his tendrils, but stopped and panted “Please I need this, Please..Don’t think..any..less of me..” he moaned back to her “I don’t, I don’t.” and he undid her hair ties to let her hair free to flow in long black waves which he played with excitedly. This was like a dream for him, a human coming to him for intimacy, one of his tendrils snaked its way over the thick thatch of black hair over her mound to her moist folds where he rubbed a soft sucking tip in a circular motion over her bundle of nerves. He was capable of delivering very low grade electrical charge and used this in an attempt to coax an orgasm from her shy clit. With him buried hotly- tightly inside her, the waves of pleasure came more easily. The 2 worked into their sex gently, enjoying every moment. This girl was not shy, but she was worried about what her family would think if she tried dating the Kikaijin around them.

Shinkawa would later find out with each subsequent visit that Mori was an A student, and had prospects to get into a good college, But this was what her mother wanted. She had no father, he skipped out when he got her mom pregnant.  Because of this, her life was practically run by her mother who didn’t want the same thing that happened to her happen to her daughter. Mori preferred the JSDF for a career path, but liked ships and would have settled for the maritime SDF. It was blatantly obvious this girl desired machine kind, and it was Shinkawa’s duty now to make her his own. They kept their relationship secret for 3 months until the grey “corruption” began to travel up her fingers and toes. Thank god it was the fall season where she could wear long socks and gloves at the gym. The 2 effectively fell in love with each other and met regularly once, twice, 3 times a week. They discussed politics, the news, movies, games, and had sex when the two ran out of things to say. Sometimes she would come to visit and do homework while Shinkawa listened to music. Sometimes, Mori came by to sleep off a late night of studying pressed against his warm hull where he caressed her lovingly.  Her school friends started to suspect something was going on when she blew off their attempts to hang out only to then call back much later in the evening to apologize. Her mother was worried the stress of school may have had something to do with it, but choose not to intervene just yet.

Mori came by one day after school to find that Shinkawa was not there. He was called in on short notice to rescue some humans caught in an over water fire fight between a living fishing boat and a dead one filled with terrorists or maybe drug runners, it was hard to tell. The whole thing happened so fast. Shinkawa and his unit showed up, the armed PT boats with their personal scrambled to neutralize the situation while Shinkawa attempted to rescue the 3 men who were cast into the sea when the living ship was rocketed by the bad guys. Shinkawa barely lifted up off the water when his right proximal engine was blasted apart by some kind of improvised missile weapon. The blast scattered ball-bearings against his hull and nacelles causing him to hard land back into the water where he quickly began bleeding in large heaps.  He limped back to shore on 2 engines and completed his rescue.. but he was weak. The engines-they are the hearts of the machine.. If you destroy the engine of a Dire machine, you kill them. For special planes like Shinkawa, the loss of one engine wouldn’t automatically mean death…  But the further loss of another without sufficient nano machine reserves to regenerate it meant that he was dying.

Mori found Shinkawa dragging his own body heavily ashore in the frost covered ground. She screamed and ran to him pressing her hand into his stream of grey blood flowing out into the dirt and looked up in panic. He groaned and told her ” Forgive me, mission went wrong …a..mission.. was attacked..I am damaged.”  She stumbled around looking for someone to call to, but her and him were alone. “W-What can I do? I am not a mechanic! Please don’t die Shinkawa!”  “He moaned weakly, “Don’t bother..calling..emergency..response.. no time…” Mori listened intensely as Shinkawa spoke, “Out of Nanomachine..out of blood.. but you have.. in you..”  The thought occurred to her something that he had told her would be important later, Something called “Nanomachine partitioning”. All that sex she had with him was corrupting her body sure, but he was also using her body to store unspent nanomachines, something for a rainy day. A mortal injury in this case. He wasn’t sure if taking them from her body would be enough, she was a small girl, but he needed to try and survive.

The process to extract these nanomachines from her would make her loose consciousness, even done so sexually, it was hard on the body. He embraced her close, dragged her to the nearest open seaplane shed , and used what was inside of her to close his wounds and save his failing engine.

A week passed. People hardly noticed the missing person’s report that Mori’s frantic mother had posted. But the team responsible for taking mission reports and filling injury claims eventually went looking for Shinkawa. He had not signed in to work since the incident, and the brass scoured the shoreline looking for him . The 3 men Shinkawa rescued were innocent bystanders targeted by one of the so called “western terrorist organizations” Humanist first. They started attacking living machines in the area completely oblivious to their close proximity to a heavily populated military base. The Coast guard was forced to open fire on the opposition who refused to surrender to a man machine government country. None of the terrorists survived and Only 3 of the 7 humans aboard the fishing boat survived. The boat herself, was killed.

When Shinkawa was found, he was slumped over weakly tending to a small comatose woman in his arms, His wounds crusted up with silvery grey flakes of nanomachine matrix. The Iwakuni recovery team recognized the girl “Mori” from the missing persons reports. So while mechanics and doctors were called in to assess both of them, Mori’s mother was called. The cat was now out of the bag. Mori’s mother showed up, talked to the maritime authorities and met the huge beast of a seaplane that her daughter was moonlighting with for so long.  Before the mother could raise a fuss, Shinkawa boldly proclaimed “I am marrying your daughter, she saved my life.”  Moris mother neurotically lit up a cigarette and sat down for the strange truth the wounded Kikaijin was about to tell her.  Shinkawa told Mori’s mother about some of the things he felt she needed to know about her own daughter emotionally. He also told her mother that Mori was a ‘hopeless mechanophile” just following her nature and her desired career path. He would be marrying her daughter one way or another. (Even if the age of consent in japan is 16, Mori would be 18 in 2 years anyway and there would be nothing her mom could do to stop it.)

Mori was finally roused awake by the doctors who gave her fluids and sugar injections to shake her out of her stupor. When she woke up, she was mortified to find her mother there scowling over Mori’s half naked body cigarette in hand.  the mother looked up at Shinkawa (who was a veritable giant 109 foot long seaplane) and took a puff from her cigarette. Her mother spoke, ” It figures this is how things would end up.” :she takes another puff from her cigarette; “you seem very sincere machine, so much more so then I was given when I was her age.” :Her daughter looked down to the floor but Shinkawas tendrils pulled her chin up to hear her mother speak, “This isn’t what I wanted for my daughter, But I hear rescue workers make good money. You take good care of her while she continues through school , or else. ”  ‘She is my only daughter, Take care of Mori, or I will kill you myself.” ;the mother lit up another cigarette, she was happy her daughter was alive, but this was not what she was expecting.  Mori’s mother and friends all noticed the rapid change in her demeanor, she seemed happier now. Happy enough in a chaotic world.

Shinkawa cradled Mori close to him, “Mori, I want to know what it is like to grow old with a human. I want to know this joy.”  With tears in her eyes she wrapped her tiny arms around him and kissed his belly. “I do to too”.

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In the epilogue of the story, Mori’s mother plays a bigger role. Shes still very much a helicopter parent who wants to see her daughter treated right.  The mom is invited over for dinner a lot much to Mori’s shigrin, but this is very much the Japanese way of respect. Mori now lives with Shinkawa along the Iwakuni harbor, and the mom still visits a lot, she expects grand kids- even if they don’t necessarily look human.

 

-the end for now.

Marine_Corps_Air_Station_Iwakuni_-_JMSDF_Iwakuni_Air_Base_(427022429)Special thanks to Ken Singshow who originally introduced me to this plane after a discussion on Japanese seaplane progression from WWII and beyond. To most people, Flying Boats and amphibians are not what you’d consider ‘sexy” to most people, but to me I think they are the most beautiful hybrids of the plane world. In an unrelated note,  there are tons of fascinating articles about the population decline of Japanese citizens check out this one too: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herbivore_men

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Texas hold’em

TexThis picture was the product of a smoke’n hot role play session I had with cerebral a couple weeks ago. He intends to make it into a fleshed out story but until then I will post the RP that we had for your enjoyment soon.  This big guy “Tex” so named for his nose art (Texas Hold’em) befriends 3 women who become his ground service crew and they all Lust after him.

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[1/2/15, 3:57:26 PM] RATBAT: it was a calm spring day on the tarmac, This place was the Littlefield military history museum’s Aerial wing and it was closed for holiday. Only technicians (machine doctors) and the machines that lived there in the compound would be sunning themselves on the tarmac. The place was far away from the freeway and from most prying eyes, but not far from the touch of the few devoted humans who volunteered themselves to the old veterans now awakened as living machines in the world
[1/2/15, 3:59:02 PM] RATBAT: The place housed 40 residents not including the tanks/trucks/half-tracks and other fighting vehicles who had free run of the other side of the long airport-like museum.
[1/2/15, 3:59:59 PM] RATBAT: everyone here , got a stipend from the government if they greed to remain as living museum pieces to educate the remainder of the human population about early technological advancements and the horrors of war.
[1/2/15, 4:01:11 PM] RATBAT: none of these machines remembered there time in that war over a hundred years ago by now.. but they were knowledgeable none the less of maintained service records and kills, miles flown, paint schemes in old photos.. the works
[1/2/15, 4:03:09 PM] RATBAT: Living and working at the museum was often boring.. that is, until someone got frisky. no one was spared the insatiable desire for physical contact, not even the old bombers who hung low on there landing gears hoping the people would give them a rubdown over sensitive wiring and panels.
[1/2/15, 4:04:48 PM] RATBAT: it was so bad sometimes the machines would beg the humans to stay the night.. watch movies with them… sleep with them.. anything to break the monotony
[1/2/15, 4:07:48 PM] RATBAT: in the breezy morning on the tarmac, an old brown B-17 sporting vintage decals raised his body up to feel the air and prepared for a wash down by a defacto “pit crew” of weekend technicians who flocked to this establishment just to be close with a living piece of history
[1/2/15, 4:10:05 PM] RATBAT: when one got close.. hed bend his frame to meet their small wonderful bodies and brush against them in some way. The girls knew he had “habits” but he was a really nice guy, so they set about encouraging his excitement with kisses and provocative body motions.
[1/2/15, 4:10:11 PM] RATBAT: mmm..
[1/2/15, 4:10:20 PM] RATBAT: (I don’t even have a name for this guy)
[1/2/15, 4:17:04 PM] CerebralError: (Tex. His nose art is of a pinup girl with two decks of cards covering her ‘modesty’ with the words Texas Hold’ Em! So, Tex for short.)
[1/2/15, 4:32:19 PM] RATBAT: (girls moaning huh yes Tex! fuck me please! yes Tex!”
[1/2/15, 4:32:28 PM] RATBAT: and him smiling
[1/2/15, 4:33:09 PM] RATBAT: (the machines aren’t modest about sex like humans are, for them.. its a natural thing even if they aren’t exactly natural)
1/2/15, 4:39:14 PM] CerebralError: (Okay, let me read over your post again. What are the names of the girls?)
[1/2/15, 4:40:00 PM] RATBAT: “April, may, and June”
[1/2/15, 4:40:01 PM] RATBAT: lol
[1/2/15, 4:40:31 PM] CerebralError: (XD Alright.)
[1/2/15, 4:41:07 PM] RATBAT: pretend they are nicknames
[1/2/15, 5:00:40 PM] CerebralError: Tex sighed pleasantly from the combination of warm sun on his broad wings and tail and the feeling of the three beautiful women that graced his old fuselage with their presence. He could feel the brushes and rags scrubbing along his old airframe, cool water trickling down onto the warm tarmac, evaporating under the sun. Every now and then one of the girls would steal a kiss along his body, April placed one along his cockpit housing as she stood on his wing. May stood on a stepladder beneath him, sneaking in a little kiss on the flat side of his chin turret. June was down by the ball turret, just behind his bomb bay. Of them all, her touches were by far the most stimulating, and made him grunt and wiggle his massive tail. “Now, ladies…” He spoke in a pleasant southern Drawl, giving his full name ‘Texas’ a bit more weight behind it. “Ahm sure y’all can’t wait to get your hands on all this, but there’s plenty a’ me to go ’round…” He growled playfully, those massive, turbo supercharged engines on his wings giving a firm cough. His whole airframe vibrated slightly, the plane shifting slightly on his landing gear, grinning as he looked out at his trio of caretakers. And they -were- his. They were only assigned to him, he’d checked that. He was also sure that they didn’t have any boyfriends or husbands on the side – he’d made a favor of one of the helicopters that still made regular flights to check up on them. These were -his- girls, and he’d treat them like he’d once treated his old crew, putting their lives ahead of his own if he had to.

[1/2/15, 5:11:37 PM] RATBAT: Between Kisses, the lovely June had glided her fingertips into his delicate crevasses. Her, like the other women.. couldn’t understand this lovely attraction to the bigger machines. Something about it still felt taboo even though Tex was legally a “man” . His big powerful body and the strum of his 4 powerful “heartbeats” vibrating through her fingertips. He was right, there was enough of him to go around, especially considering that Tex’s desire was as big as his wingspan. “I love your accent Tex, what was it like over in Houston? ” the girls made small talk and giggled whenever someone touched something they perhaps should touch even more.. The plane folk, like the other machine folk revved up their RPMs whenever excited . April was the tallest and had a little bit of muscle on her, when she stood on his tail she could lean over to meet his side gaze and gauge weather or not the scrub job was sufficient.
[1/2/15, 5:13:42 PM] RATBAT: May could barely hold back- she was the littlest of the 3 and want to put Tex in her mouth, in her body somehow.. She dripped with pheromones but kept as quiet and serious as one would expect of the beefeaters in Britain . before long soap fell upon her breasts and she rubbed her chest against his ball turret and under hull while she kissed. A sponge bath fit for a king.
[1/2/15, 5:14:29 PM] RATBAT: “I hear Bombers got a lot of women back in the old days.. the humans ..I wonder how much you would have gotten.”
[1/2/15, 5:17:20 PM] RATBAT: May was going to refill the bucket with soap but she dropped the bottle of solution and leaned over provocatively grinding her ass against his glass. One would think that deep down everyone was both excited and terrified, maybe even a little bit lonely. In the future they lived in, it was hard for anyone to find a date..
[1/2/15, 5:19:08 PM] RATBAT: June perked up from pressing her forehead against his body to feel its vibrations, “Tex lemmie.. lemmie please you.” April times in, “Yeah! tell us what you want tex, we’ll do it.”
[1/2/15, 5:21:55 PM] RATBAT: April dropped her workman’s coveralls to reveal what the old Bomber already knew- she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She looked at him seductively and he looked back. The trucks and half tracks would blow their engine blocks with jealously if they ever decided to wheel their lazy asses over her and see what was going on.
[1/2/15, 5:58:34 PM] CerebralError: Tex’s engines coughed again, one of his props blurring into near invisibility for a second, black smoke puffing from beneath the cowling, leaving stains on the freshly cleaned wing. The B-17 shuddered from his plexiglass nose to his towering tail fin as June slipped her fingers in the seam between the ball turret and his fuselage, and he was very careful to keep from moving it, not wanting to catch her fingers in there. He panted, his hot breath washing over May’s soapy breasts. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could sense her, feel her, -smell- her. The woman was practically gushing with lust, the scent driving the old bomber wild. “It was much warmer than it is here, and Ah didn’t have y’all lovly ladies to take care a’ me there…” He said, a panel opening just in front of his bomb bay, the familiar sight of flexible manipulator arms sliding out, the moving towards May, who was the closest to them. “A’course, Ah could fly y’all there…find some ol’ private runway, spend the rest a’ our lives there…” He closed his eyes and let out a hearty sigh at the thought of the girls in Daisy Dukes and bikini tops…or even less… He glanced over at April as she undressed herself on his wing, his eyes sparkling eagerly. His engines roared again, scattering dust behind him on the tarmac. “Well, y’all could start by followin’ April’s lead here…” His manipulator hands slip up to May’s shoulders, metallic fingers pinching the straps of her coveralls and tugging them off the sides of her shoulders and down her arms, letting her hefty chest come bouncing out. Down by his ball turret, another port opened just in front of it, the plane’s shaft starting to emerge. It was already dripping with excitement, silvery droplets pattering on the tarmac beneath it. Smooth and metallic at the tip, it became more mechanical near the base, almost becoming a series of pipes and wires as it disappeared inside him. “June, darlin’, would ya’ mind takin’ care of that?”

[1/2/15, 6:03:45 PM] CerebralError: (Fun fact, the B-17 was dubbed the ‘Flying Porcupine’ by the Luftwaffe because it had so many guns.)
[1/4/15, 10:03:53 PM] RATBAT: [1/2/15, 6:20:38 PM] RATBAT: ;;June didn’t skip a beat. she practically stumbled over herself to get at his most sensitive metallic parts. remembering all of those lovely pictures she had scene of him flying and bombing and his lovely southern drawl she wanted nothing more then to hear his engine sputter and roar. The old prop engine folk tend to spin there props full speed causing a gale force wind before they climaxed- it was the most exciting part and all 3 o them knew the sound would be utterly deafening. ;;she took him into her warm slick hands and felt the aliens of his heavy machine cock. the segments, the indentations and coils, the tubes.. she caressed it.. felt it.. needed it. It throbbed in her hand- all 18 inches of it. the most these girls could take was 7-8 inches, but it still felt tight and hot to ol’ Tex who passionately coiled a tendril around the back of Junes head while she palmed him. “Oh tex.. you’ve spring a hot leak. We’ve gotta do something..”
[1/2/15, 6:24:16 PM] RATBAT: May now freshly naked dragged her tongue along the underside of his wing headed to his ball turret almost shaking with joy. Tex’s tendrils where especially attentive to the “small one” and wrapped a mechadendrite or 4 under her heavy breasts to feel the softness and the weight of them. she leaned down next to June and took the B-17’s big tip into her mouth. It oozed with silvery heat and she struggled to suck and stroke him into her little mouth.
[1/2/15, 6:26:45 PM] RATBAT: ;;her hands glided up his segmented shaft as if to feed him into her lips. when she couldn’t handle it anymore she got on all fours next to June and pushes her face down on the wet tarmac with her ass in the air. ;;Junes own hand ventured down south to touch herself till tex’s own tendril coiled and pulled her fingers away from her flush bead- her clitoris. (no- that would be saved for him.)
[1/2/15, 6:27:39 PM] RATBAT: Like all machines, they didn’t like their mates to masturbate next to them. it was like ‘stealing their job away from them. their personal pleasure.
[1/2/15, 6:30:54 PM] RATBAT: April got naked without a moments thought and climbed over the bombers canopy to kiss around his eyes and mouth his rivet lines. her thighs and butt were so toned for a female, it was unusual but nevertheless Te had tasted and drank from her sweet waters many times before. the thought made his tail rudder wiggle like a dog wags his tail
[1/2/15, 6:32:22 PM] RATBAT: “I love you Tex” ;;she moaned and sucked on his armor, positively drowned out by the increasing rumbles the wily old bomber torqued up.
[1/2/15, 6:34:06 PM] RATBAT: May spread her cheeks apart and backed into Tex’s flared tip. He was so big it would take additional effort from the large machine to make things more comfortable. She was the smallest and tightest.. but her opening quivered to feel stretched around him. she moaned. “Please tex….please…”

[1/2/15, 7:02:47 PM] CerebralError: Tex groaned as June’s hands grasped his shaft, her hands instantly getting covered in the thick, silvery fluid. Both engines on his right wing were roaring away now, propellers spinning at idling speed, pressing his right tire against the pavement as it tried to push him forward. “Ah’ll have to leave it in ‘yer capable hands, June…” Tex grinned, baring his sharp teeth for a moment. While he wasn’t as nimble as one of the fighters, he was still one of the sky’s predators, and the numerous gun turrets he sported proved to give any fighter plane a run for its money if it chose to tangle with it in midair. His cock throbbed and spurted softly, spattering warmly on May’s face as she kneeled down to service him. More dendrites spooled down, wrapping around May’s breasts and thighs, a hand stroking June’s back. A plane of his size was able to produce plenty of cum, leaking down May’s chin and splattering heavily on her breasts. The bomber creaked and groaned as he felt her little tongue flicking against the tip of his shaft, and then she pulled away from him. But he knew what she was doing, and soon he felt her hips pressing against his tip, wriggling with need. Any human would find himself overwhelmed, but even at his age Tex had no problem with handling all three of them. He probably could have handled a few more, to be honest, but this way he could give loving attention to all of them, without anyone feeling left out. He snatched June’s hand away from her pussy, even as April climbed up on top of his nose, straddling him. His eyes were drawn hungrily to the slit between the toned woman’s thighs, a few more dendrites curling up from beneath the chin turret to slither up her legs.

With his wings clear, the remaining two propellers blared into motion, the old bomber straining at his brakes, also serving to press his heavy shaft against May’s tight, wet cunt. The dendrites around her legs tightened slightly, a pleasant squeeze, as two thicker hands emerged to grip her waist, pressing her back further onto his shaft. One inch, two inch, deeper and deeper. Slowly at first. Another dendrite slithered between June’s thighs, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, as the hand on the back of her head pushed her face close to his shaft again.

April continued to grind herself against his cockpit, right in front of his eyes. Tex panted lewdly now, his gray tongue hanging out slightly as he picked April up with ease. He maneuvered her body down, pressing the cool glass of his nosecone between her thighs, before he swung her underneat the chin turret to his mouth. Without waiting a moment longer, he slathered his tongue between her legs, up her stomach, and to her breasts. More manipulators held her comfortably in place, as his tongue slurped back down, beneath her ass, and then plunging the tip – just as thick as his cock – into her pussy.

[1/2/15, 6:20:38 PM] RATBAT: ;;June didn’t skip a beat. she practically stumbled over herself to get at his most sensitive metallic parts. remembering all of those lovely pictures she had scene of him flying and bombing and his lovely southern drawl she wanted nothing more then to hear his engine sputter and roar. The old prop engine folk tend to spin there props full speed causing a gale force wind before they climaxed- it was the most exciting part and all 3 o them knew the sound would be utterly deafening. ;;she took him into her warm slick hands and felt the aliens of his heavy machine cock. the segments, the indentations and coils, the tubes.. she caressed it.. felt it.. needed it. It throbbed in her hand- all 18 inches of it. the most these girls could take was 7-8 inches, but it still felt tight and hot to ol’ Tex who passionately coiled a tendril around the back of junes head while she palmed him. “Oh tex.. you’ve spring a hot leak. We’ve gotta do something..”
[1/2/15, 6:24:16 PM] RATBAT: May now freshly naked dragged her tongue along the underside of his wing headed to his ball turret almost shaking with joy. Tex’s tendrils where especially attentive to the “small one” and wrapped a mechadendrite or 4 under her heavy breasts to feel the softness and the weight of them. she leaned down next to june and took the B-17’s big tip into her mouth. It oozed with silvery heat and she struggled to suck and stroke him into her little mouth.
[1/2/15, 6:26:45 PM] RATBAT: ;;her hands glided up his segmented shaft as if to feed him into her lips. when she couldn’t handle it anymore she got on all fours next to June and pushes her face down on the wet tarmac with her ass in the air. ;;Junes own hand ventured down south to touch herself till tex’s own tendril coiled and pulled her fingers away from her flush bead- her clitorus. (no- that would be saved for him.)
[1/2/15, 6:27:39 PM] RATBAT: Like all machines, they didn’t like their mates to masturbate next to them. it was like ‘stealing their job away from them. their personal pleasure.
[1/2/15, 6:30:54 PM] RATBAT: April got naked without a moments thought and climbed over the bombers cannopy to kiss around his eyes and mouth his rivet lines. her thighs and butt were so toned for a female, it was unusual but nevertheless Te had tasted and drank from her sweet waters many times before. the thought made his tail rudder wiggle like a dog wags his tail
[1/2/15, 6:32:22 PM] RATBAT: “I love you Tex” ;;she moaned and sucked on his armor, positively drowned out by the increasing rumbles the wily old bomber torqued up.
[1/2/15, 6:34:06 PM] RATBAT: May spread her cheeks apart and backed into Tex’s flared tip. He was so big it would take additional effort from the large machine to make things more comfortable. She was the smallest and tightest.. but her opening quivered to feel stretched around him. she moaned. “Please tex….please…”
[1/7/15, 9:34:15 PM] RATBAT: Tex groaned as June’s hands grasped his shaft, her hands instantly getting covered in the thick, silvery fluid. Both engines on his right wing were roaring away now, propellers spinning at idling speed, pressing his right tire against the pavement as it tried to push him forward. “Ah’ll have to leave it in ‘yer capable hands, June…” Tex grinned, baring his sharp teeth for a moment. While he wasn’t as nimble as one of the fighters, he was still one of the sky’s predators, and the numerous gun turrets he sported proved to give any fighter plane a run for its money if it chose to tangle with it in midair. His cock throbbed and spurted softly, spattering warmly on May’s face as she kneeled down to service him. More dendrites spooled down, wrapping around May’s breasts and thighs, a hand stroking June’s back. A plane of his size was able to produce plenty of cum, leaking down May’s chin and splattering heavily on her breasts. The bomber creaked and groaned as he felt her little tongue flicking against the tip of his shaft, and then she pulled away from him. But he knew what she was doing, and soon he felt her hips pressing against his tip, wriggling with need. Any human would find himself overwhelmed, but even at his age Tex had no problem with handling all three of them. He probably could have handled a few more, to be honest, but this way he could give loving attention to all of them, without anyone feeling left out. He snatched June’s hand away from her pussy, even as April climbed up on top of his nose, straddling him. His eyes were drawn hungrily to the slit between the toned woman’s thighs, a few more dendrites curling up from beneath the chin turret to slither up her legs.

With his wings clear, the remaining two propellers blared into motion, the old bomber straining at his brakes, also serving to press his heavy shaft against May’s tight, wet cunt. The dendrites around her legs tightened slightly, a pleasant squeeze, as two thicker hands emerged to grip her waist, pressing her back further onto his shaft. One inch, two inch, deeper and deeper. Slowly at first. Another dendrite slithered between June’s thighs, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, as the hand on the back of her head pushed her face close to his shaft again.

April continued to grind herself against his cockpit, right in front of his eyes. Tex panted lewdly now, his gray tongue hanging out slightly as he picked April up with ease. He maneuvered her body down, pressing the cool glass of his nosecone between her thighs, before he swung her underneat the chin turret to his mouth. Without waiting a moment longer, he slathered his tongue between her legs, up her stomach, and to her breasts. More manipulators held her comfortably in place, as his tongue slurped back down, beneath her ass, and then plunging the tip – just as thick as his cock – into her pussy.
[1/2/15, 7:26:08 PM] RATBAT: June positively feasted on the base of Tex bomber cock feeling the throbbing reverberate down his sensitive shaft. She felt him grow hotter in her lips and hands and positively enjoyed laying in the shadow of big dangerous machine silhouette. He wasn’t human- but he was still all man. the women where too drunk with desire to notice he was clenching his breaks to keep from catapulting down the runway from all the expenditure of energy behind his turboprops. “How does this feel tex.. hows this?” Tex’s fluids dripped off her chin as she came up for air. From this vantage point she could see part of tex’s excited member disappear into May who bit her lip and cried out at the slight pain and feel of being pumped full with heavy silvery pre. his own tendrils joined in to spread her wide for him-so he could disappear into and feel her clench around his throbbing mass . When he couldn’t fill her anymore, he would pull back slightly and then force forward to build up a pleasant rhythm.
[1/2/15, 7:29:37 PM] RATBAT: April clenched he powerful thighs against his body while Tex’s tongue venture over and under and between her warm core. She cried out “yes! Oh God! yes”.. to a low moan..
[1/2/15, 7:32:11 PM] RATBAT: with one half of his sensitive probe in the mouth of a beautiful eager woman, and the other half of his cock buried deeply in another- the sheer stink of pheromones overwhelmed his olfactory sensors and the send waves of hot stimulation up into his central core to be enjoyed by his systems.
[1/2/15, 7:35:27 PM] RATBAT: April moans “How do i taste my sweet bomber?” While May, face planted against the ground grits her teeth and pants like a dog at the wonderful pulse pounding speed tex was kicking up against her vagina. it made a wet squelching noise and spurts of silver forced out of her opening when he forced deep inside. a waterfall of steaming silver liquid formed between Tex ball turret and both women. “Please don’t stop Tex. please..”
[1/7/15, 9:34:48 PM] RATBAT: The thick, heavy shaft vibrated inside her, the echoes of 4,800 horsepower feeling better than any vibrator ever could. And no vibrator had Tex’s length and girth, or made her feel so full and warm. Mercury cum spilled from between her legs, squirting around his shaft as he drove it deeper inside of her. The bomber was straining, almost leaning forward into her. Two metal hands spread her cheeks, pushing her a little farther back on his shaft and stretching her as far as she could go. His cum pulsed against the very depths of her womb, gushing out between them. Tex pulled back out almost to the tip, leaving May feeling empty inside again, until his next thrust pushed him back in entirely. There was still ten inches of his shaft exposed to the air, and that was in June’s very capable hands and mouth. Her stimulation to his cock only made the amount of cum pulsing into May’s pussy increase. Both women would be feeling the effect by now, that delightful tingle spreading through their nerves, pulsating in their brains. Even April, who was only being slathered by his tongue, would be feeling euphoric as it seeped in through her skin, and when she suckled on the very tip of his tongue, which was more than enough to fill her mouth. He couldn’t respond to June or April with his mouth full, but the heavy shudders and the howling of his props would be indication enough of just how much he enjoyed it. The wind dried the sweat and water from May and June’s skin, like a giant fan, while the air smelled heavily of his exhaust. Again and again, Tex pulled May’s hips against his cock, pushing as deep as he could. The puddle beneath them was large enough that May’s breasts smeared into it, her nipples leaving little lines in the silvery fluid. He skidded forward on his brakes slightly, managing to slip another inch inside of her, more than she had ever taken of him before. His engines howled at maximum output, the roar given off by those four radials able to be heard across all of Littlefield. Tex howled himself, his shaft throbbing again and again as more and more cum pulsed inside her, more than she could ever hope to contain, and so it poured out between them in messy, silvery ropes.

The bomber shivered again, panting against April’s cunt, his hot breath rolling over her sweaty body, as he gently slipped May off his nearly steaming cock, caressing her with his tendrils, running his fingers through her hair. There was a whining sound of hydraulics, and the doors to his bomb bay popped open slightly. Instead of dropping open entirely, they only spread wide enough for a dendrite to dip inside and pull out a body pillow. Setting it on the tarmac beneath him, he cradled May’s body and set her down on it, rubbing her belly gently as her turned his sexual attentions back to June. The tendril stimulating her clit and pussy was joined by a second, and a third, the dendrites coiling around one another like a cable. He plunged it into her sex, far more flexible than his cock was, able to coil and loop around and do all sorts of -incredible- things that no human could ever hope to accomplish.
[1/2/15, 8:32:28 PM] RATBAT: June looked back at the screaming damn near multi-orgasmic spectacle of what had befallen tex’s lovely assault on May’s pussy and her subsequent tap out as she lay cushioned and caressed gently by the big plane. The B-17’s turned his attentions to the 2 woman warriors who were left to tackle this beast. April had come to really enjoy the articulate flicks and pushes of tex’s bizarre metal tongue as it tasted and exploded her deaths. She felt so full from him , and the muscles in her abdomen pulsed to the delight that was his tip against her G-spot. No coherent words could escape her lips.. she simply remain face and forehead pressed against his glass and tendrils securing her back and arms to her sides. she just had to take it.. to feel it. the heat and devotion coming from ol’ tex. June’s knees weekend and she nearly fell over from the assault on her nethers. His tendril jack hammered and teased so that she would be very wet for him.. this was working to great affect because June could no longer hold her own head and shoulder sup, she was putty in his manipulator arms.
[1/2/15, 8:33:09 PM] RATBAT: F– f.. ;;she hissed and grinder her forehead against the pavement;; “fuck me Tex.”
[1/2/15, 8:33:43 PM] RATBAT: her ass now raised into the air in a similar fashion the way may’s had, throbbing and ready for his girth.
[1/7/15, 9:35:18 PM] RATBAT: Tex teased June relentlessly, using those braided manipulators to bring her to the edge of climax, then stop, only to repeat the process until she was a quivering, almost speechless mess. When she presented her ass to him, he shook his head slightly, pulling the coiled dendrites out with a wet slurping sound, lifting June up off her hands and knees and spinning her over so that she was on her back, laying in the warm pool of silvery cum. A few of his dendrites supported her so he wasn’t raking her back and forth on the tarmac. His shaft quivered above her, another dollop of silvery cum dribbling down onto her belly, pooling in her bellybutton. He lifted her hips up, his shaft pressing against her entrance…but he didn’t push himself inside of her. Instead, he rubbed his tip against her entrance, and then slid it up over her groin and onto her belly, gliding her along until his shaft touched her breasts, leaving a great smear of his excitement along her front. He exhaled, pulling back until he was at her entrance again, rubbing her and teasing her, before he slid his shaft along her belly again. “Ya seem to have sprung a leak yerself there, June…” He rumbled huskily, taking a momentary break from tonging April’s pussy. Her juices dribbled down to the ground, smeared along the underside of his fuselage. “Ah think Ah can plug it, but Ah’m afraid yer gonna have to ask.” He continued to gently tend to May’s body, lightly touching her belly, her breasts, her pussy, drawing out her afterglow for as long as possible as he satisfied these two other women.
[1/7/15, 9:35:27 PM] RATBAT: Tex finally obliged the needy woman, sinking his shaft into her pussy. Hers was more easily accomidating than May’s, and the amounts of lubrication meant that he glided in with relative ease, feeling her walls clenching around his length as he pushed in, five inches, six inches, all the way up to nine inches. He bounced her firmly on his cock, his larger hands holding her firmly as he bore down on her. The ball turret whined, the hefty ‘Cheyenne-style’ tail’s rudder and elevators pivoted back and forth, his flaps and ailerons extending to their maximum positions. His engines howled deafeningly loud, gusting past them as he continued to buck into her, tweaking at her nipples with two of his dendrite tips. He slid into her until she could hold no more of him, their essense mixing and gushing out of her, down her ass, dripping onto the floor. Again, the great bomber grit his teeth and hunched up, empyting a heavy, warm load inside a human’s pussy, filling June up like only he could. Even the bomber was starting to get a little winded, but he still had more than enough energy for April, who was already a quivering mess from his oral attentions during this. As he slid out of June, a thick spurt of his cum jetted from her as her quivering muscles clenched on open air. Again his bomb bay popped open, and he pulled out another pillow, setting it down under his other wing for June, setting her down on top of it and giving her the same tender ministrations he was giving May.

Finally, it was April’s turn, the toned, athletic woman…her skin shining with sweat as he lowered her from his mouth, transferring her from one set of dendrites to the next. He didn’t wait for her to ask, he didn’t wait for her to beg. He wanted her to -scream-. Scream his name so that the world could hear it over his powerful Cyclone engines. Dendrites spread her legs wide, and he shoved his length into her without preamble. He clutched her to his fuselage, humping at her as best as his rigid airframe would allow. Of them all, April had been able to take the most of his length inside her – she’d been practicing for him, after all – and he was going to put that practice to use, fitting in every inch that he could.
[1/2/15, 9:37:30 PM] RATBAT: oh man..
[1/2/15, 9:37:34 PM] RATBAT: this bomber is so lucky
[1/2/15, 9:37:41 PM] CerebralError: (^-^)
[1/2/15, 9:37:48 PM] CerebralError: (He certainly is!)
[1/2/15, 9:43:39 PM] RATBAT: With nothing left to tie back his speech all the women could hear his grunts and moans. most of it translated into engine revs over gale force winds. None even cared who saw, it just felt natural and good. April squeezed the B-17’s pulsing hot shaft within her becoming quite high and tingly . head head flew back and her eyes shut tight. her teeth bared and her tongue stuck out. UAAHH!!! AGH’ she sounded as he pounded her little body against his ball. he could feel from his seniors that her hear beat was elevated, her breathing was sporadic, her brainwave patterns alight. She really Did enjoy him.. and hopefully soon, these women would truly accept him accept a bond with one perhaps.. a family perhaps.. The machine despite just recently being reborn, was still an old and one of the few few of his kind left. This anxiety and desire permitted through much of all post cold war and earlier machines. So he fucked her, fucked her like he hungered to keep her. “My love..” her toes curled.

[1/2/15, 9:45:34 PM] RATBAT: the tendrils that caressed the women, became in turn caressed by the females as well. both tired and panting, they asked, ‘cum for us tex.. ;;pant;; we want to hear your joy..”
[1/2/15, 9:46:41 PM] RATBAT: April nipped at one of his tendrils and kissed his hull. a strong feeling growing in he belly. she would cum soon if Tex’s relentless assault continued on. She could barely endure such power.
[1/2/15, 9:47:14 PM] RATBAT: “I am yours tex. Cum in me.. enjoy me..”
[1/2/15, 9:51:21 PM] RATBAT: May and June raised their arms up to touch his wing, or get him to slower it slightly so they could feel it against them. the sight was went and chaotic and tender. May’s young eyelids heavy and closing.. now she could only hear the crying out of her big compatriot April so assaulted by this loving beast of steel and rivets
[1/2/15, 9:51:43 PM] RATBAT: she whispered to him. ‘we love you just the way you are Tex. ”
[1/2/15, 9:53:04 PM] RATBAT: This is what all machines want to hear.. just complete acceptance of them.
[1/2/15, 9:53:12 PM] RATBAT: not fear nor mistrust..
[1/2/15, 9:53:21 PM] RATBAT: they just want to be loved like humans want to be loved

[1/2/15, 10:09:22 PM] CerebralError: Tex was growling and grunting, thrusting April down onto his cock, nearly a foot of his metallic masculinity buried inside her. Her toned body rippled with pleasure, squeezing down on him firmly, practically milking him. The bomber’s engines thundered, deafening to the girls beneath him, their hair being blown back in the gusts. He was redlining his engines, his throttles maxed out and rattling his whole airframe. His tires strained against the tarmac, the force from his engines trying to push him forward. Tex closed his eyes, holding April tight against his underbelly. He could barely hear the whispers of the girls beneath him, but he -could- hear them. The B-17 clenched, crying out loudly as he spilled his largest load yet, practically exploding inside April’s cunt. The backwash surged out from around their coupling, but not a single inch of her womb had escaped from being coated with his seed. Tex continued to pulse and throb inside her for several long moments as his engines slowly spooled down to more survivable rpms, and then finally puttering out. Gallons of his cum pooled beneath his airframe, the girls bodies splattered with it, their bodies glistening. Tex sagged on his landing gear, panting long and hard. Gently, he pulled April free of his cock, releasing a final spurt that sloshed over her belly and dripped off her firm abs. He reached into his bomb bay and retrieved a final pillow, laying her down upon it and gingerly rubbing her breasts and stomach. All of them were spent, utterly and completely, and Tex felt a great amount of satisfaction inside. “I love you girls…all of you…” He rumbled softly, shielding them from the sun, and continuing to express his love to his lovely ladies.

Of course, they would all have to wash up again when they recovered…

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First off many apologies as my machine story’s mostly just exist in the form of old Roleplays and badly spelled ones at that. This was the story of Kevin and Grace. I rescued it from the archives 6 months ago.

 

[7/1/14, 2:15:20 AM]  walking by the hangar, and admirer’s engine purrs softly…
[7/1/14, 2:16:38 AM]  you turn around, and the “lady” of the hangar makes no attempt to turn her nose away..
[7/1/14, 2:16:47 AM]  but she locks optics with you for a moment.
[7/1/14, 2:17:09 AM]  you think she might ask you a question but she doesn’t.
[7/1/14, 2:17:22 AM] Han: I would probably return the gaze. curious and interested.
[7/1/14, 2:17:42 AM] Han: possibly letting her speak first. it would be impolite to break her thought.
[7/1/14, 2:17:44 AM]  so you walk forward , maybe you say something like, ‘um.. can I help you..?”
[7/1/14, 2:18:09 AM] Han: “Is there something I can help you with?” Id ask in a simple voice.
[7/1/14, 2:18:57 AM]  she wheels closer until her nose is just barely above your shoulder and you can see her optics beckoning you from just beyond her prop

[7/1/14, 2:20:11 AM] Han: My hand would reach up.. not afraid to feel her hull. I’ve danced with big machines.. my step wouldn’t be nervous.
[7/1/14, 2:21:03 AM]  she still doesn’t say anything although it looks like she wants to scream something out. But her eyes soften and close.. enjoying the feeling of your warm hands against her hull
[7/1/14, 2:22:00 AM] maybe you hear the soft whine of air she sucks into her intakes attempting to keep calm
[7/1/14, 2:22:28 AM]  or the whirr of the engine still warm and deep under the airframe
[7/1/14, 2:22:41 AM] Han: My palm would feel over the material, looking at the rivets that hold the metal in place. I feel though as if I shouldn’t inquire deeper.
[7/1/14, 2:23:12 AM] Han: Let the lady lead my mind says.

[7/1/14, 2:23:52 AM] : I wonder what plane she is..
[7/1/14, 2:25:24 AM]  cause I just imagine..
[7/1/14, 2:25:30 AM]  that question never gets asked
[7/1/14, 2:25:38 AM]  and the answer never gets given
[7/1/14, 2:25:52 AM]  she deploys a mechadendrite to move along the length of your face
[7/1/14, 2:26:03 AM]  and pull you beyond her nose to her mouth
[7/1/14, 2:26:16 AM] were she gently steals a mechanical kiss from your lips
[7/1/14, 2:26:39 AM] Han: if everything happened just right. that question might never need pass one’s lips
[7/1/14, 2:27:05 AM]  its awkward, but you feel the sincerity, a bit of tongue against your tongue..
[7/1/14, 2:27:29 AM]  and another dendrite slithers up your right arm pulling you in a little closer
[7/1/14, 2:27:51 AM]  till your practically leaning against her airframe and she cranes her neck to meet you full on
[7/1/14, 2:28:14 AM] Han: I’d ease into a lean against the gal, still rubbing her outside and feeling her.
[7/1/14, 2:28:18 AM] Han: guessing what she was.
[7/1/14, 2:28:27 AM]  maybe its dark..
[7/1/14, 2:28:34 AM]  the lights are off in the hangar for a reason
[7/1/14, 2:28:39 AM]  maybe she’s nervous

[7/1/14, 2:29:00 AM] Han: perhaps he wasn’t meant to be there.. but he went into the hangar anyway
[7/1/14, 2:29:05 AM]  in the dark you can’t read her serial numbers on her tail
[7/1/14, 2:30:02 AM] Han: I would gently reach for the dendrite and feel it.
[7/1/14, 2:30:24 AM] Han: Such a soft, inviting piece of metal. how can it be so tender
[7/1/14, 2:31:26 AM]  you can tell by the slight quiver in her bottom lip she wants to ask a question but it won’t leave her lips.. instead , instead you feel a larger dendrite wrap around your thigh and one behind your back gently tip you over and she pushes her nose against your shoulder.
[7/1/14, 2:31:32 AM] now you are on the floor
[7/1/14, 2:32:05 AM]  and she carefully wheels over you and lowers herself to put her mouth around yours again

[7/1/14, 2:32:16 AM] Han: despite giving a groan from toppling from six foot tall, down to three.
[7/1/14, 2:33:32 AM] Han: easing myself, rubbing her cheeks and letting her lead this.. kiss.
[7/1/14, 2:33:33 AM]  she has lowered you gently.. because now more dendrites have sprang forth to grab at your flight suit and peel your leather skull cap off
[7/1/14, 2:34:00 AM]  all the while tasting the metallic tongue of a large female war bird against your own
[7/1/14, 2:34:34 AM]  she’s so nervous, more and more air moves in through her intakes. in small quiet gasps..
[7/1/14, 2:35:31 AM] Han: I would gently hold her cheek and a dendrite, take in a breath after tasting more of the warbirds tongue. “Breath sweetie. No need to be frightened.”
[7/1/14, 2:36:15 AM] Han: “No need to be scared.”
[7/1/14, 2:36:45 AM] your body gets lifted to meet the length of her under belly. crisp and smooth and riveted. mechadendrits and feelers move up your back from inside the coat.
[7/1/14, 2:37:19 AM]  she’s very warm, and there is no evidence she’s even left the hangar
[7/1/14, 2:38:33 AM] Han: trembles just a little.. the sensation of being lifted into this pseudo hug against the belly and his back getting stroked from under his trench coat and shirt let him take in another breath of air. Now able to easily rub the belly and feel for more signs. Was she a bomber perhaps with bay doors.

[7/1/14, 2:40:06 AM] she gains her composure, but instead of something all important and world view breaking she utters out.. ” i..i.. ”

[7/1/14, 2:42:44 AM] Han: Keeps gently rubbing the belly. ” You?” stops once he feels something and just rubs it soothingly.

[7/1/14, 2:43:55 AM]  oh so timid.. so.. shamed and yet not ashamed.
[7/1/14, 2:44:18 AM] : her eyes close..
[7/1/14, 2:44:40 AM]  and you can feel a deep hum from somewhere deep inside her
[7/1/14, 2:44:41 AM] Han: Im not afraid to show my love and admiration for a machine.
[7/1/14, 2:46:05 AM]  those dendrites they pull your coat aside.. and one wraps around you from behind.. pulling and tugging at the buttons of your shirt..
[7/1/14, 2:46:27 AM]  freeing you from the layers that separate your hot flesh from her cool quivering steel
[7/1/14, 2:47:26 AM] Han: “breath easily.” still rubbing what he thinks is a pitot tube. Still held up to the belly. feeling his clothes removed so his warm flesh could press to the metal.. “Mm.. does.. the gorgeous gal need a belly warming?”
[7/1/14, 2:48:30 AM]  when she feels it, the sensation.. so delicious and soft, sends waves of pleasure throughout her fuselage and she grits her little fang tooth together.
[7/1/14, 2:49:14 AM]  she huffs and her prop spins around once.. you feel tugging at the bottom of your pants
[7/1/14, 2:49:58 AM]  she gasps again through her intakes desperate to understand these things called ‘pants” before someone walks in or she looses her nerve, or worse.. she’s rejected..
[7/1/14, 2:50:12 AM]: she didn’t want this.. she needed this..
[7/1/14, 2:50:43 AM] Han: He slowly hugs onto the belly with his arms. though his exposed chest does do what they do with cold. Looking down and seeing his pants trying to be removed. Still not wanting to question but he then splits the silence. “Do.. you need help?”
[7/1/14, 2:51:58 AM]  with a shocked and somewhat embarrassed expression she shut her eyes tight and lowered her head to see you from the side. “I.. yes.. please help me..”
[7/1/14, 2:53:00 AM]  you could probably scarcely notice but the mechadendrites have already made short work tossing off the offensive heavy coat and shirt..
[7/1/14, 2:53:19 AM]  the metal now traceing the curves around the muscles of your back shoulders

[7/1/14, 2:53:28 AM] Han: His face looked soft, and his voice was still collected. whispering cause he knew it was to help ease the female not be afraid.
[7/1/14, 2:54:03 AM] Han: His body not the prime example of human fitness.. but it was tough when it needs to be.

[7/1/14, 2:54:54 AM] Han: Thin arms that could definitely get the job done. fair chest and a little chubby belly..
[7/1/14, 2:55:05 AM]  she had signed up for everything that was hidden underneath your clothes
[7/1/14, 2:55:22 AM]  and part of that was your humanness
[7/1/14, 2:56:16 AM] Han: He was human after all.. no Olympian god or complete twink. he could be better but he was quite alright.
[7/1/14, 2:56:25 AM]  in the dark she closes her eyes and licks her mouth. her prop spins once around again. and the dendrites slither down stairs..
[7/1/14, 2:57:38 AM] Han: “ooh.. adventurous.. aren’t you ma’am?” he says with a little nervous sound feeling the dendrites slither against his body and down to places few go.
[7/1/14, 2:59:30 AM]  ;;she knods and keeps silent, except for the sound of a whimper. warm silky smooth metal tendrils search for your member wondering if you were soft, or hard.. but feeling the distinct temperature differential between this delightful place and the press of your belly
[7/1/14, 3:01:29 AM] Han: He does seem to blush and warm up all over.. idly shifting his hips once that warm tendril feels its target.. half hard and quite warm still in its pants confines. “Is.. is this what you need sweetie?” he says with a soft squeeze of his hand on her side.
[7/1/14, 3:03:09 AM]  she squeezes your rump firmly for a few seconds.. “I’ve gotten your kiss.. I’ve gotten your touch. i need to feel something warm and good from a human.. I..’
[7/1/14, 3:04:06 AM]  ;;she rubs and caresses and strokes your member softly.. hopping you will stiffen and engorge for her.. but willing to accept the consequences now for overstepping her bounds..;;
[7/1/14, 3:04:35 AM]  “..with a pilot.. i needed.. to be with a pilot, with you. ”
[7/1/14, 3:05:59 AM] Han: Tenses up and does give a sort of ‘squeak’ from his voice.. a useless skill he had learned on his own. His rump was fairly plump in the dendrites hold.. his body only being about two hundred pounds in total.. and most was below his navel. “You, did get a kiss, and I will always give you my touch. If you want more.. then all you have to do.” Pauses his voice, letting her stiffen his four inches up till it was seven..
[7/1/14, 3:06:51 AM] Han: “All you have to do is ask.” he finishes his words, signaling his permission as he also gives a soft and tender kiss to the aircraft ladies tummy.
[7/1/14, 3:10:32 AM]  ;;dendrites knead and softly squeeze you. she can feel your member pulse with the beat of your human heart now. your body giving off a musk she cannot resist. another feeler reaching from behind to massage and knead at your balls hopping to encourages you to stiffen more and enjoy what she must so desperately do to you.;;
[7/1/14, 3:11:11 AM]  one dendrite in your mouth to feel your tongue.. you are moving farther away from her mouth now, and it is impossible to steal a kiss now.
[7/1/14, 3:12:25 AM]  she moves you with her incredibly strong manipulators down along the her undercarriage between her strengthening landing gear her appendages- the color of silvery metal.
[7/1/14, 3:13:25 AM]  she had pressed your burning cock against her belly, which seemed much cooler in comparison until you reached a particular patch of rivets and panels;;
[7/1/14, 3:13:33 AM] Han: His bit throbs and does stiffen at its current size.. seems he was packing something most would be jealous about.. giving a soft sigh feeling another dendrite toy with his sac. A little drop of his pre leaks up and beads at the tip. He just keeps tenderly kissing the craft along her underside as she repositions him further down.
[7/1/14, 3:14:33 AM] Han: Giving a slow gasp with the new patch of metal pressed to his body while his member now does get free’d by his own hands.. letting it press flat and smooth to her underside.
[7/1/14, 3:15:25 AM] Han: Hopefully by now his own eyes have adjusted to the darkness.. where he can see the landing gear glimmer some in the dark light.
[7/1/14, 3:17:14 AM] Han: ( are you doing alright? I wouldn’t want to overstep either )
[7/1/14, 3:17:47 AM]  you feel a little give, the rivets part a little to the side revealing something that felt, very complicated, layered and hot. you couldn’t see it but you could feel it… The large female machine pressed you carefully against the floor and her belly careful so as not to crush you with her weight, and used the manipulation arms to pull you into her.
[7/1/14, 3:19:42 AM]  your rump pulled tightly against her belly, this new sensation enveloping you, a warm, moist and very strong feeling overcame your delicate aching member
[7/1/14, 3:21:04 AM] She gripped you inside her and arched her airframe , pushing her head up to point toward the hangar ceiling and her tail flaps curled to one side.
[7/1/14, 3:22:11 AM] Han: Slowly gasping once feeling his bit being accepted between the riveted panels and gently tugged into the warm insides by this pull and her own weight pushing on him. gripping her sides once more and lightly spreading his legs once laying down on the ground with her now taking lead and arching. “Mmph.. this.. I was.. not expecting.” he whispers as his belly squeezes to give a slow and gentle thrust up into these warm, moist and tantalizing walls.
[7/1/14, 3:22:36 AM] Now you could hear her voice pour from her. she moaned and grinded her body into you, enveloping your rock hard cock and gripping you from your very tip down deep to your base.
[7/1/14, 3:23:41 AM] Han: Gasps and rolls his head back.. lightly arching his spine so his shaft was getting nicely pushed into this amazing grip he felt inside the wet walls.
[7/1/14, 3:26:10 AM]  the suction and the heat of this machine radiated deep into your hips. you could feel the reverberation, the grow coming from her mouth and her engine. she pulled her tail up and grinded against you further. Moaning yet louder this time.
[7/1/14, 3:26:56 AM]  you think you could see her shed a single mechanical tear from the side of her face. it was everything she wanted from this very kind pilot.
[7/1/14, 3:27:14 AM] : she growled.
[7/1/14, 3:27:34 AM]  ;;huff;; ..pilot.. fuck me..harder..
[7/1/14, 3:27:41 AM] Han: His cock does give easily in the pulling grip of this manipulation arm. the skin loose and easily toyed with.. even with him hard. making him moan with as you grind on his size.. pouring this heat into his groin and making him ooze a bit of pre so far.. He saw the little glimmer from the eye before his own eyes shut with a throaty moan.
[7/1/14, 3:27:43 AM]  take me.. she begged
[7/1/14, 3:28:55 AM] Han: his feet do manage to get enough grip on the ground as she begged him.. pleaded with him to do this now.. and he starts to give one thrust.. then another. rolling his hips with a strong bucking motion.
[7/1/14, 3:29:22 AM]  every sensation she could feel from you, you could feel from her. this tight mechanical well of hers seemed to be full of the same neural feedback emitters you had heard of spoken in whispers by other fellow humans who may have dared to do such things..
[7/1/14, 3:31:25 AM] Han: knitting his eyebrows and blushing red.. never having dreamed he’d experience such a pleasure and honor. thrusting faster now as his body gets into this rocking and rolling. Moaning a little louder as the tight walls bring sensations he’s never had.
[7/1/14, 3:31:37 AM]  mecha dendrites caressed your body bait erratically — the pleasure in her air frame building. her prop begins to spin a little more and she growls . “faster sweet pilot, faster.”
[7/1/14, 3:33:26 AM]  like the toes clenching on an enraptured lover, her air brakes open and splay out. she cries out, her mouth open and her prop moving at full speed
[7/1/14, 3:34:43 AM] Han: he doesn’t even have the breath to speak as he thrusts hard and fast.. pressing himself as hard as he can against her underside as he feels himself peaking..
[7/1/14, 3:35:59 AM] Han: “Guh!” blushing red with how he sounds as his shaft throbs hotter with its orgasm.. spurting out a fair sized human load.. perhaps a tablespoon.
[7/1/14, 3:36:42 AM] : her whole body lurches and you hear the creaking of streighning metal and squeak of suspension.
[7/1/14, 3:36:51 AM]  one- two-
[7/1/14, 3:37:21 AM]  three rolls of her airframe into your climaxing member and she cries out in pleasure .. ahhh~~ ahhhh~~
[7/1/14, 3:37:38 AM]  ;;a long, joyful airplane orgasm ;;
[7/1/14, 3:38:20 AM]  you see her shiver and rock her head and nose quickly two and fro before cutting her engines and sputtering out
[7/1/14, 3:38:55 AM]  ;;laying her head against tool boxes and whatever else. gasping through her intakes and dripping with condensation;;
[7/1/14, 3:39:44 AM] Han: his glorious peak ends a little ways into her own.. human afterall. not the longest of endurance. But even after he orgasmed.. his shaft was still plenty hard. “Gnng.. s..sweetie.. y..your voice is so loud.. I.. I was afraid you would have buckled atop me..” he says while rubbing her belly even more
[7/1/14, 3:40:39 AM]  she remains still for a minute- long enough to feel you emptily every last bit out your heat into her.. before she reluctantly releases her grip on your still hard cock
[7/1/14, 3:41:42 AM]  no longer embarrassed , but drunk with pleasure she pulls you up against her belly and slums the debts of your mouth again with yet another airplane kiss
[7/1/14, 3:41:53 AM]  and then lets you breathe
[7/1/14, 3:43:00 AM]  you could see her eyes in a half closed or half open daze as she raised her frame up off the ground in a perfect upright position.
[7/1/14, 3:43:14 AM] Han: Rubs more around her side as she pulls him up again.. kissing just to leave him wiggling a bit till he gasps down a breath of air. “Nng~?!” exhales and breaths. “Ma’am. Do please tell me… are you feeling better? Are you okay?” Reaching out and attempting to stroke her cheek.
[7/1/14, 3:45:48 AM]  ;she smiles and giggles bait;; y-yes I’m alright. thank you pilot. i suppose, the man, normally rides the machine but this time.. it was different.
[7/1/14, 3:46:18 AM]  i got to.. ride you. ;;she licked her lips and closed her eyes;;
[7/1/14, 3:46:42 AM] Han: he does give a shy grin seeing her glow in the aftermath.
[7/1/14, 3:46:59 AM]  ;;your nude body as pulled to your feet and gently as you were set down;;
[7/1/14, 3:47:52 AM] Han: “Different is never bad ma’am.” getting his balance back once the dendrites let him go, able to pull his pants up as his shaft was now soft and dripping a little of the aircrafts ‘nectar’.
[7/1/14, 3:48:05 AM]  She caught a glimpse of your clothes that were so haphazardly kicked to the side. And thought that maybe this would be too much effort to dress again.
[7/1/14, 3:48:25 AM]  She whispers ‘you could stay..’ ;;her tail flaps curling;;
[7/1/14, 3:48:58 AM] Han: He looks around, only in his pants. “I think I will stay here. with you. Its already so late.”
[7/1/14, 3:48:59 AM] But if you can’t– don’t forget me. ..
[7/1/14, 3:49:54 AM] Han: “I don’t think I can ever forget the sound of your voice. so soft and kind. Even if you shared it for a little.”
[7/1/14, 3:49:58 AM]  In one joyous motion, a manipulator arm wraps around your waste and she buries part of her eyes in your chest;;

thank you.. pilot..

[7/1/14, 3:51:09 AM] Han: He gives one short ‘meep, another useless noise he’s learned as she presses her face to his chest. “Oh oh~ its okay sweetie, its okay.”

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Mikhaev

mig21_3

[7/3/14, 7:57:28 PM] He chooses a female human after flying several thousand miles looking for someone he might like
[7/3/14, 7:59:16 PM]  He might end up somewhere in Canada where it’s cold
[7/3/14, 7:59:35 PM]  The arboreal Forrest boarders
[7/3/14, 8:00:04 PM] Han: quite a cold place indeed
[7/3/14, 8:00:15 PM]  If I want to be truly romantic, he could see his chosen freezing to death in the snow
[7/3/14, 8:00:35 PM]  Her dog sled destroyed and things scattered about
[7/3/14, 8:00:49 PM]  The sun is going down
[7/3/14, 8:01:38 PM] Han: the knight in shining armor
[7/3/14, 8:01:48 PM]  And death is coming, but so is this mig coming to pull her out of the snow and wrap her in mechadendrites
[7/3/14, 8:04:10 PM] Not quiet a knight, this rescue comes at a price
[7/3/14, 8:04:35 PM] Han: *nod nod*
[7/3/14, 8:06:22 PM] Remember how I told you that machine people have their own morality ?

[7/3/14, 8:07:07 PM] : This is kind of a molestation seduction scenario where a male Swoops in and claims “this is mine”
[7/3/14, 8:07:32 PM] Han: “Hey, I can save you, If.” kind of thing?
[7/3/14, 8:07:41 PM]  Yep
[7/3/14, 8:09:10 PM] Han: cheeky. she had no choice but to accept, or perish in the snow.
[7/3/14, 8:09:21 PM] He wouldn’t let her die, but he also won’t take no for an answer
[7/3/14, 8:10:06 PM]  And like some young dragon hungers to take her back and fuck her over his large pile of gold coins

[7/3/14, 8:12:47 PM] The dire machines they wait, they study, they hunt their potential mates for months., bank accounts, medical records, family history, tax records, social media sites.. Does this girl have a bf? Does she “want” one?
[7/3/14, 8:13:11 PM]  Her secrets.,
[7/3/14, 8:13:30 PM] Han: well lucky dire machines that can get a cell signal out in the canadian mountains XD
[7/3/14, 8:14:04 PM]  she’s from a local small town lol . They have phones there
[7/3/14, 8:15:45 PM] Anyway all this leading up to the moment where the machine caresses her ice cold body with warm manipulators and whispers a growl into her ear to “open her legs”
[7/3/14, 8:17:55 PM] Han: she was reluctant I’d guess
[7/3/14, 8:18:18 PM] He thinks deep down, almost desperately, that if he could give her great pleasure she would be more receptive to his wishes
[7/3/14, 8:20:16 PM] Han: well he’s on a close track of thought
[7/3/14, 8:20:39 PM]  Like “I’m incredibly strong, I’m very powerful, I’m warm, and I can make you feel good deep down in the core of your bones.. Please choose me..”
[7/3/14, 8:21:23 PM] Han: seeing the present. she chose him then
[7/3/14, 8:21:52 PM]  He speaks with a low voice trailing in a predatory growl., a thick Russian accent
[7/3/14, 8:22:44 PM] Han: how sensual~ though for the female she must not have been super impressed, her life was on the line

[7/3/14, 8:29:01 PM]  I think the woman was willing to do anything she could to get warm
[7/3/14, 8:30:46 PM]  This mig moved incredibly fast though, and he was already between her legs and deep inside her before he offered her “what humans call hot soup?”
[7/3/14, 8:31:09 PM]  I think since he’s Russian he calls all soup borscht
[7/3/14, 8:33:01 PM]  “:growls: We maek laove, you get warm, Iz Liek date. :toothy grin;;”

[7/3/14, 8:42:37 PM]  the fighter jet is caught up in the moment.. His body terribly excited almost the point of breathing hard through his intakes like Grace was
[7/3/14, 8:43:00 PM]  the first physical contact he’s ever had
[7/3/14, 8:43:31 PM] Han: Mmm~ his sensors must have been going wild by then.
[7/3/14, 8:43:54 PM]  Every thrust he listens close for a moan, and indication of enjoyment, anything..
[7/3/14, 8:44:41 PM]  Warming her up with thick dripping Precum oozing out of her
[7/3/14, 8:45:08 PM] Han: <3 I know what that’s like..
[7/3/14, 8:47:39 PM]  Many humans would call this rape.., but Dire machines don’t have a word or meaning behind this.. It’s just choosing your mate with haste
[7/3/14, 8:48:06 PM]  They don’t do things for reasons of lust
[7/3/14, 8:49:08 PM]  They do lustfull actions for reasons of maximum satisfactions.., but they don’t really know lust in the same sense
[7/3/14, 8:49:27 PM]  There’s too many reasons behind everything

[7/3/14, 8:50:54 PM] Han: each reason to their own
[7/3/14, 8:52:03 PM] : The girl becomes more lucid, her belly full of mig Precum and more and more being oozed inside while he holds her 3 feet off the ground in his tendrils
[7/3/14, 8:52:38 PM] Han: off the frozen ground.
[7/3/14, 8:54:05 PM]  Finally she moans. His engine races and he growls with a huge smile “I maek you feel good yes? Feels good?”
[7/3/14, 8:56:03 PM] Han: they are mated for life
[7/3/14, 8:56:45 PM]  You get the feeling he’s deeply in love.. Everything she does makes his cock swell inside her and he fucks her slower till he can hear her moan again
[7/3/14, 8:58:25 PM]  Pressing her thighs up and around his warm airframe , pressing her breasts against his chest, he could almost cry.. It feels soo good
[7/3/14, 8:59:06 PM] Han: eyes right on the verge of rolling back into his head
[7/3/14, 8:59:12 PM] He utters something’s in Russian she can’t understand
[7/3/14, 9:03:21 PM] Han: Cuz he’s Russian like that.
[7/3/14, 9:03:31 PM] Han: Always muttering something
[7/3/14, 9:05:34 PM]  “I hev saved you from cold, now I will maek us cum together” :he growls and smiles and slides her back and forth against him.
[7/3/14, 9:06:20 PM]  He’s just about drooling between each Russian word unable to contain himself
[7/3/14, 9:07:09 PM] Han: *chuckles* the big Russian bird, brought to his gear by sex

[7/3/14, 9:11:54 PM]  every thrust inside her, he’s mapping out her nerve endings and spots for stimulation. His dendrites snaking up her back looking for zones of sensitivity
[7/3/14, 9:12:19 PM] Han: He could at least move her as well to a more secure location. like a cave
[7/3/14, 9:12:29 PM] Han: while still sexing and feeling her up. mapping her
[7/3/14, 9:13:27 PM]  Lol he has no shame
[7/3/14, 9:13:48 PM]  He’s a bit of a monster

[7/3/14, 9:21:06 PM]  Despite the fact this young woman has been molested , he can tell that she like what she feels
[7/3/14, 9:21:25 PM]  And this war bird too would love to be a daddy
[7/3/14, 9:21:38 PM] Han: well. its not molestation if both parties enjoyed it~
[7/3/14, 9:23:37 PM]  Finally she cums even if a bit Weakly , the mig ( Duke Mikhail )
[7/3/14, 9:25:39 PM]  He arches his air frame and fucking screams . Driving his nose cone into the snow and tree stumps writhing and cumming powerfully . All you can hear is him and his engine screaming
[7/3/14, 9:26:02 PM] Dears and wolves and birds get the fuck away from them

[7/3/14, 9:29:05 PM]  When he regains his composure you can see a huge mig shaped indentation in the snow from all the heat he gave off
[7/3/14, 9:29:20 PM] Han: *fans himself* oh my.
[7/3/14, 9:30:18 PM] He cranes his neck over to see her face, to look into her eyes and come face to face with what he had done to her
[7/3/14, 9:30:39 PM]  She’s still suspended off the ground And he’s got slush dripping down his face from going head first into a snow bank
[7/3/14, 9:32:06 PM] Han: Yeah. he’s still so romantic.
[7/3/14, 9:32:36 PM]  “I maek you happy nyet?”
[7/3/14, 9:35:36 PM]  It’s very dark, she can’t see his nose very well even though he sees her just fine . He could slide her up his belly but he’s throbbing inside her, holding some of his this jet load inside her . She’s still so tight and throbbing around him too.. He fucking loathes to move her.,
[7/3/14, 9:36:44 PM] Han: not wanting to break that little bond there
[7/3/14, 9:38:25 PM]  She utters to his surprise and joy, “t-thank you mr. Jet. For saving me me – that felt, really good. She turns her head in shame
[7/3/14, 9:38:43 PM] Han: she loves it. *giggles with a grin*
[7/3/14, 9:41:44 PM] :without another word one of his tendrils grabs her chin, and he slides her whole body up his air frame to his face. His throbbing machine cock burning and unhappy from the sudden introduction to the cold. he pushes her lips open and pushes his Russian mig tongue into her mouth and tongue-fucks her for a few seconds
[7/3/14, 9:43:00 PM] Han: *watches from his ghost vantage point* I never knew we could see into the past.
[7/3/14, 9:44:27 PM] Scene changes and she’s half naked in a hangar somewhere next to a trash can fire with a blanket over her and a mug of hot soup. He’s growling and laughing and telling stories of his 3 thousand mile flight. “I hev even faught bear with my tail! Iz good!” Jyahaha~
[7/3/14, 9:45:49 PM] “I waz caerfull not to use mizzile tho!”
[7/3/14, 9:46:28 PM] Han: *”Well that missile would have ended badly”*
[7/3/14, 9:47:28 PM]  she’s not gonna be able to get rid of this guy xD
[7/3/14, 9:47:52 PM] Han: never now.
[7/3/14, 9:47:55 PM] Han: He knows her scent.
[7/3/14, 9:48:48 PM]  Russians are like wolves, they totally love their reputation as being bad guys not to be messed with
[7/3/14, 9:49:15 PM]  And this mig is growley and full of toothy smiles
[7/3/14, 9:51:35 PM] “Russian mig iz smart! Soup full of carbs, make female sleepy, can give good pleazures again soon.” >; ]
[7/3/14, 9:51:46 PM] Han: Toothy smiles can get a mig into any club I hear

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Berkut I and II

Sukhoi_Su-47_Berkut_(S-37)_in_2001[6:47:03 PM]  Oh yes. He wheels himself in front of you and says Dohbriy dyen!

[6:47:22 PM]  And smiles with a toothy maw

[6:48:51 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I would jump, yelping loudly as I blush, stammering as I nearly fall backwards, replying back in my best attempt of Russian

[6:49:13 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “P-privet….”

[6:54:58 PM] “No. Not need for Rassian. I em Berkut.”

[6:55:22 PM]  And he lowers his huge airframe down as if to bow

[6:56:23 PM]  Only his nose cone and the tips of his wings were white

[6:56:32 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: My heart skips a beat as I eye him up and down, blush growing deeper at his thick accent. “G-Gia…p-pleased to meet you….” I swallow hard, nervousness still flooding my system

[6:57:10 PM]  The rest of him carried red Russian stars of the Air Force of same name on the tail stabilizers.

[6:58:16 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “Y-you’re a military plane…I..y-you don’t see you guys and gals very often…especially around this park…”

[7:00:45 PM] : :he wheels closer and you can hear him breathing deep through his intakes.. Like some kind of beast

[7:01:59 PM]  :some of his tendrils disengages from a hatch in his belly and snake toward you while the machines nose cone peels back a slow sly smile

[7:02:55 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: My eyes gaze upwards as he approaches, my nervousness increasing as I listen to each heavy breath. The appearance of his tendrils causes me to jump back a bit, a soft whimper escaping my lips as my eyes widen upon seeing that sly grin

[7:06:09 PM]  ” you are single da? I em lookeeng for you for some time. You liek machines, Iz good. I think Dat you would Liek me.”

[7:07:45 PM] : :he comes within a foot of your face and seems to breathe you in deeply:; “I hev find you on the internet, and you want BOYFREIND.”

[7:07:53 PM]  DA?

[7:08:09 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “Y-you…how did you…..” My blush spreads as my pulse quickens, beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I gaze around the area, eyes falling back upon the massiveness of the fighter. “Y-yes….I do….”

[7:12:46 PM]  :Berkut looked to his left and to his right and could see he was causing a stir amount the regular passers by- mostly civilian . He stares back at you slightly frustrated but his metal features soften . “You hev time? Can we go somewhere? ”

[7:14:14 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I stand still for a moment, heart racing faster than it ever had before as I gaze upon the now softened features, breathing a soft sigh as I lightly rub the back of my head, a gentle smile peeking out from my lips. “Sure…w-where do you wanna head?”

[7:15:36 PM]  “You say on web thet you are lonely and want sex. I want saem, from human.. From you.”

[7:18:07 PM] : :his tendrils reach and coil around your arms:; you get the feeling this giant flying machine has not much experience with dealing with humans or civilians. He’s either very well suppressed alpha male, or something else is going in.

[7:18:46 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: A slight gasp escapes my lips as the blunt words escape the Russian plane’s mouth. Every last word – truth about my desperation, my yearning, and here, before me this massive machine, trying to seduce me….admits he is just as needy. “S-sex!?! I…..hnngh…” I squeeze my legs together as my gaze drifts to the surrounding area, one hand lightly slinking down to caress my thigh

[7:19:42 PM] : :he pulls you against the underside of his dark airframe where more tendrils deploy and further press you against his body.

[7:22:55 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: A louder gasp escapes my lips followed by a gentle whimper as I feel the cold metal tendrils pressing me to the underside of the fighter, legs wrapping to his sides for stability “A-aah~ I…Berkut….”

[7:27:17 PM]  :Berkut moans deeply feeling you against his warm frame before a heavy blast of wind and grass were kicked up into the air . In a haste you leave the ground, but not very far off.

[7:28:23 PM]  :you are taken to large storage area where it’s quiet and the random foot traffic of pedestrians is left far behind

[7:29:08 PM] : Getting late in the afternoon, people here would not be coming back for a time.

[7:29:23 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: In an instant I whimper, clinging to the fighter jet in sheer terror, only to peek open one eye, glancing around as we suddenly move. Upon arriving, I keep a close grip on Berkut, heart racing still as rest my cheek agaist his underbelly

[7:32:53 PM] : Unceremoniously you are set upon your feet. You couldn’t tell but he had rested his mechanicle claws over your ears to protect your hearing.

[7:33:51 PM] : “Hh I Em Sorry, Flight was short, no need for you in Cock pit”

[7:35:15 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “T-that’s fine….was terrifying…but…k-kind of fun..” I stand up, still blushing as I adjust my shorts, noticing a slight wet-spot growing between my legs. “M-much quieter here….”

[7:39:37 PM] : :Berkut smells your pheromones and hisses slightly, his tendrils don’t retract at all. Even though his engines spool down and the sound growing silent, the air sucking into his intakes like the breath of an excited beast reach a fever pitch. ” Ahh- I En soo Heppy You Liek me, yes- you body reeackts! Yes, we hev sex! Right here!!”

[7:40:37 PM] : :he boosts you up a foot to reach the tip of his fangy aircraft mouth and his young laps against your lips::

[7:42:01 PM]  ::with a quick motion he slips it into your mouth filling you with the taste of aluminum and warm lubricant:

[7:42:57 PM]  :like a real kiss- he gently tongues you paying heed to your need to take a breath every now and then:

[7:43:31 PM]  “You Leik Machines da?”

[7:43:48 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: A muffled moan escapes around Berkut’s tongue, my eyes widening and quickly drooping to half-lids as the warm lubricant mixes with my own saliva, the taste lingering as I slowly return the tonguing, my chest rising and falling as I go, the blush deepinging” D-Da…Y-yes….s-so much…mmh~”

[7:50:31 PM] : :as suddenly as you were put back on your feet,the tendrils grip and coil around parts of you peeling your offending clothes away revealing plump supple flesh. the machine hungered to kiss, , fondle and rub against that skin. And you hear him drool in his voice, “Ughnm Beeg woman, so niece!” :smiled the jet:

[7:52:25 PM]  :he herds you into an open warehouse where it’s semi lit and lowers down on his landing gears now a mere 6 feet from the the the ground

[7:53:20 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “Gyah!!” I squirm as my clothes were effectively peeled away, my first instinct reaction to cover up until I hear that thick Russian accent speaking once more. I lower my arms from over my chest, looking from his nosecone down to the floor and back up again. “Y-you like…plump girls?” Before any reply I would be herded into another building

[7:53:25 PM] : :tendrils snake down the front if your chest and belly as clothes are pulled and popped off before being angrily tossed asside.

[7:55:09 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Soon I stand before the Russian jet, naked as the say i was born, soft curves exposed to the warm summer air as I bite my lip nervously, the sudden shedding of my clothing having gotten me aroused even more as the darker flesh of my nipples would appear hard
[7:55:16 PM]  :he then presses your full figure against his warm airframe while a mechadendrite glides against your opening to feel how wet you are:

[7:57:13 PM] : :your distracted by more of these appendages that spring forth, one of these -looking like a probe for insertion. It radiates heat and drips small soft ropes if silvery fluid
[7:57:21 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “A-aah! Hnnnhh…B-Berkut!” I squirm at first, clinging to the underside of his body, the sensitive flesh of my nether lips and clitoris twitching in response to the mechadendrite, slick juices coating it

[7:59:03 PM] : :he arches to look back at you, finally grasping his prize , and lifting his offending tentacle to taste your slick human fluids from the tip.

[8:00:35 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I pant softly, my chest heaving up and down as I gaze up at the Ruski jet, a gentle smile spreading across my lips as my toes curl whilst in his grasp. “D-do I taste…g-good?”

[8:00:57 PM] : “So good. I em heppy you Liek Berkut. Yes, I desire that you will Cum with me.

[8:02:55 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “I….c-cum with you? Oh, p-please….please c-can I?” I shiver softly, my body responding to yours in unimaginable ways as I hold you as close as I can, my wet, hot entrance dripping juices down my thigh

[8:05:26 PM] : :thick impossibly strong tendrils lap and pull at you. Your thighs and clit found Beneath your plump belly now have tendrils rubbing and stroking the more sensitive bits. You couldn’t have noticed before, but the throbbing black airplane cock the sukhoi had in mind to pleasure you with was now kissing your opening.

[8:08:11 PM] : :he growled and slid your wet thighs against his body now savoring your heat against his own.

[8:08:30 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: My eyes would immediately clench shut as the tendrils would rub and stroke over my clit and nether-lips, juices coating the cool metal as I would feel the smooth tip of what seemed to be a thicker tendril, this one almost like a probe, at my slick entrance prodding against the folds of flesh to get inside my warm, wet passage. “Oh yess…..it feels so good….”

[8:09:15 PM]  But his thick member would not be denied. The lonely experimental fighter had waited much too long to have his “first” sexual encounter

[8:11:06 PM]  :you felt his body reverberate with the rumble of his twin engines deep Beneath his metal skin.

[8:11:16 PM]  The vibration was nice.

[8:13:51 PM] : Suddenly you felt the tip of the machines cock drip like a faucet coating you in slick pre before spreading your thighs for him and pressing into you.
[8:14:09 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I would moan louder, whimpers escaping between heavy breaths as the heavy vibration would wash over my body like a wave, the thick cock pressing further into my slit, stretching me bit by bit as I clung to his underbelly, my enterance clenching and relaxing around the fighter’s thick member “Hnn….B-Berkut….f-…m-make love to me!”

[8:14:37 PM]  With a hard deep moan the jets throbbing machine-hood disappeared inside you excitedly

[8:15:17 PM]  The thrusts started out slow moving to the rhythm of the gasps taken through berkuts intakes.

[8:16:20 PM] : “You will Leik me much more. You will only want Rassian aircraft. :huff::yes!! You will want only me!! ::pant::

[8:18:04 PM]  With his tendrils he pushes and kneads your plump breasts with their hard nipples vigorously. Tendrils all over! Under your plump rolls, loving and massaging you in strange ways.

[8:19:05 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: A sharp gasp rolled off of my tongue, quickly followed by loud pleasured moans as I felt the thick cock thrust in and out of my tight passage, my body rocking back and forth with each pull and push the fighter gave, feeling the kneading as he went, my arousal growing by th second

[8:22:44 PM] : :your ass cheeks are grabbed vigorously and Berkut’s dark airplane cock picks up speed lovingly thrusting and hosteling into you. His hot Precum spilling endlessly deep inside you. It drips out of you with each thrust and he cries out in a thick accent “Ugh! It feels good!! You are Mai first !!”

[8:26:03 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Pleasure filled whimpers would ebb from my lips as the fighter picked up speed, the hot pre flooding my passage as a shiver travels up and down my spine, warming my body up even more as with each deep rut inside of me, more and more spills out, leaving a puddle on the floor. “F-fuck, you cock feels amazing!!!!” The sleek black cock would continue to ram in and out of me, the curve of it allowing the tip to rub against my g-spot with expert precision

[8:36:39 PM] : :smaller dendrites slither to the sides of your rosey cheeks as a lover holds the face of his woman in his palms and move with the rhythm he has set upon you. Claws dipping into your mouth and resting on your tongue. As if his play wasn’t enough, you feel a dendrite move up your leg to attack and suck at your clit while the fighter writhes pounds into you

[8:38:55 PM] : His landing gear squeaks and the servos in his body whir with excitement . He’s rocking back and forth and practically bouncing his whole airframe up and down on his wings

[8:42:13 PM] : So much fluid had filed your womanhood and crack the force of Berkut’s penetrations make a wet squelching and familiar ((slapslapslap)) noise

[8:42:17 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: A loud cry of pleasure fills the air as I shiver and twitch against him, the hard, deep thrusts bringing me closer to orgasm at a rapid pace. I nuzzle my cheeks against his claws, my tongue swirling around the one digit as I moan his name almost breathlessly

[8:43:26 PM] : He beckons to you, ” you are my maete!! It feels good yes?? I want to bond! ”

[8:46:23 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “Y-you feel wonderful Berkhut!!! I w-wanna cum so badly!” I cry out again, whimpering and moaning as loud as possible as my body twitches and throbs with each thrust, tease and suck as my slit drools a mix of both of our arousal fluids, orgasm threatening to hit at any minute

[8:59:23 PM] : :Berkut shivers and you can hear and feel his air frame straining and creaking like scaffolding under heavy weight as he bends and throws his nose cone into the air crying out in deep ecstasy . His tail seeming bouncing along and his wings ailerons and tail stabilizers bending in reaction to the wonderus joys he feels

[9:00:42 PM] : With a near complete connection to the nerves in your clit and vagina and hips and lower spine he takes his neural feedback sensors and drives it back into you so that it washes up your spine like hot fire

[9:01:06 PM] : “yes!yes! Cum with me female! ”

[9:02:47 PM] : :moaning and panting and slapping, his twin lyulka AF engines spool up as if to scream along side himself as he rides your tender female bits- your tight hot well.

[9:03:14 PM] : “I feel good DA??! Tell me!! I feel good yes?!”

[9:03:48 PM] : “Cum my female! Hrghn!!”

[9:03:57 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Almost simultaneously I toss my head back, almost unable to contain how pleasurable every second was as with that burning hot sensation suddenly washing over me, I let out a loud moan, louder than any before as a deluge of my juices begins to flood from my vagina, my legs, thighs and netherlips twitching and spasming around the fighter’s thick member, my orgasm hitting hard as I grip Berkut’s sides “OH FUCK YESSS!!!! CUM IN ME, MY LOVE!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE!!”

[9:10:40 PM] : :tentacles squeeze your fat thighs and ass as the Sukhoi combat fighter rears back and shrieks . :all of his tendrils suddenly stiffen and his airplane cock engorges into a throbbing mass of steel you have just squeezed like a vice. He explodes hard, filling you with thick ropes of sukhoi cum bringing him to his forward wheel. His whole body shaking as he savors your orgasm as well as his own

[9:11:01 PM] : “GnuuuahhhGH!! AhhhAHHHH!!”

[9:11:34 PM] : :Berkut orgasms long and hard into your soft body- what feels like a whole minute:

[9:12:08 PM] : you can’t escape, you are locked in his grasp seeing his wings shake and his fangs clench

[9:12:19 PM] : Faaackk!! Yes!!!

[9:14:12 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: My body trembles heavily, a deluge of his hot Ruski cum filling and spilling from my entrance as I cling to him tightly, my hest heaving up and down as I savor the fighter’s intense and heavy orgasm, breath heavy upon his underbelly. “H-hhnnghh…B-Berkut…~”

[9:14:42 PM] : After a time the jet black filthy machine slumps over , and pants ever so softly through his intakes. His dark optics shut tight as if to savor this moment- and you, like the best moment he has had yet

[9:16:27 PM] : :a tendril or 3 caress the back of your head from though your hair: and he cranes to see you in his sights.

[9:16:28 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Still coming down from the intensity of my own orgasm, I close my eyes closing to half lids as the warmth of my afterglow begins to set in, my body and the fighter’s as one, feeling his warmth adding to mine

[9:17:46 PM] : “Iz good you Liek machine. Rassian machine. ” :he cooed::

[9:18:35 PM] : “Now you have male, now you are not lone.”

[9:19:16 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “I….I love ma- I love machines….An…and I love you….” I smile softly, nuzzling up against the fighter’s body. “And neither are you~”

[9:21:01 PM] : :he looks at you from the corner if his dark non human eyes and smiles a huge fangy military aircraft smile in agreence.

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[10/19/14, 4:56:14 PM] RATBAT: the regular machines of Kubinka they treat you like royalty
[10/19/14, 4:56:31 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: oh wow o.o
[10/19/14, 4:56:44 PM] RATBAT: you are one of the “Golden eagle machine” females
[10/19/14, 4:56:49 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: 😀
[10/19/14, 4:57:25 PM] RATBAT: of course the Sukhois and Tupolevs they are all high class Russians
[10/19/14, 4:57:40 PM] RATBAT: followed by the Mil helicopters
[10/19/14, 4:58:33 PM] RATBAT: Migs are kinda of brutish, but you like them too..
[10/19/14, 4:58:43 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: hehehe
[10/19/14, 4:59:06 PM] RATBAT: occasionally on base, Berkut spies you looking at other machines..
[10/19/14, 4:59:32 PM] RATBAT: Gia spots a horny BTR-90 with his cock out but no one to love him..
[10/19/14, 4:59:40 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: gasp
[10/19/14, 4:59:47 PM] RATBAT: http://www.military-today.com/apc/btr90.jpg
[10/19/14, 5:00:27 PM] RATBAT: so Berkut nudges you, “You like? we can bring him to us for fuck, Da?”
[10/19/14, 5:01:13 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I blush, looking my Russian lover up and down, giving a slight nod. “Y-you sure my love?”
[10/19/14, 5:02:53 PM] RATBAT: He whispers into your cheek, “your pleasure make me much more excite. I will have you too.”
[10/19/14, 5:03:32 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “Then yes, my love…we shall.”
[10/19/14, 5:04:00 PM] RATBAT: http://worldweapon.ru/images/tank/btr90/btr90_03.jpg together you get sandwiched in metal
[10/19/14, 5:04:35 PM] RATBAT: this big motherfucker is shocked and honored to be able to taste a big beautiful Russian woman as your self
[10/19/14, 5:05:18 PM] RATBAT: but he’s dirty… so dirty… so a bucket of hot soapy water gets brought in,
[10/19/14, 5:06:21 PM] RATBAT: you soap him up completely naked with your big heavy hips and belly exposed to the world while Berkut pushes you against him and snakes his tongue against your bush
[10/19/14, 5:06:32 PM] RATBAT: this only makes the APC harder…
[10/19/14, 5:07:22 PM] RATBAT: you wash the apc with soothing soapy sponge and try not to moan

[10/19/14, 5:07:32 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: mmmmurrrrrr
[10/19/14, 5:11:35 PM] RATBAT: eventually a cushion for your knees is layed down and you bend with your ass up in the air while you and Berkut kiss and toungue..
[10/19/14, 5:11:55 PM] RATBAT: that poor APC gets to press his mouth against you now
[10/19/14, 5:12:15 PM] RATBAT: and he tries to be as polite as he can in the presence of the noble Sukhoi but he can’t stand it..
[10/19/14, 5:12:21 PM] RATBAT: he wants to be inside you
[10/19/14, 5:12:50 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: sometimes things cannot be helped especially when hormones are at play
[10/19/14, 5:14:33 PM] RATBAT: berkut says cute Russian words to you in between kisses, and moans. you know he’s turned on because is intakes are sucking air in quicker short bursts. (like breathing heavy) he says in “Russian” “My love, you want this dirty Armored car cock yes? You want his big heavy cock yes?”
[10/19/14, 5:14:45 PM] RATBAT: He’s playing with your fat breasts now pinching the nipples
[10/19/14, 5:15:25 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I mutter a soft “yes” back in Russian, nodding my head as I kiss him deeply again, pulling from the kiss as i groan softly. “Y-yes! I want his thick cock buried inside me~”
[10/19/14, 5:15:55 PM] RATBAT: he pulls away from your kiss and looks to the BTR and demands that he “fuck my woman. Fuck her.”
[10/19/14, 5:16:18 PM] RATBAT: the Apc gets wide eyed, “D-da!”
[10/19/14, 5:16:29 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: O//////////////O god hearing hims say that I’d probably get even wetter
[10/19/14, 5:19:08 PM] RATBAT: and the big dirty BTR-90 respectfully (and shakeingly) gently presses you down on the cushion, drives over you till your between his 6 wheels and plunges his fat beast of a Russian ground vehicle cock deep into your pussy. he’s so turned on his tip is flared out and he practically redlines his Russian diesel engines upon feeling you squeeze him.

[10/19/14, 5:20:16 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Instantly I cry out in pleasure, clinging to Berkut as I’m mounted and entered, the flared tip rubbing against my walls as I feel the heavy diesel vibrations reverberate throughout my body
[10/19/14, 5:20:34 PM] RATBAT: The BTR-90 Moans loud and passionately.. and Berkut is so fucking turned on, It reminds him of himself when he’s with you..

[10/19/14, 5:22:30 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I press my lips to Berkut again, making out with, savoring that slick saliva as I moan into the kisses, juices coating the BTR’s cock with each thrust
[10/19/14, 5:24:41 PM] RATBAT: you just hear the BTR-90’s boons and grunts, “hhughn hugg huff huff unnff unffh ” in the background as you and Berkut kiss.. your nipples being tugged and pulled on, while the APC just takes you again and again
[10/19/14, 5:25:37 PM] RATBAT: Berkut growls, “yes, you are proper woman for machine kind. A proper woman I give to machine Russia.”
[10/19/14, 5:26:41 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: “T-thank you my love~ You are my moon and star, my sun..my universe!” Moans of pleasure fill the air as the heavy thrusts bring me closer and closer to climax, the thick probe burying itself deep against my cervix harder and faster as my body trembles around it
[10/19/14, 5:32:39 PM] RATBAT: The big BTR-90 can sense you are about to cum through his mechadendrites and he can barely hold himself together, the sounds of his engine growing louder and louder. some tendrils have to come down to protect your soft little ears from his revving;;
[10/19/14, 5:33:21 PM] RATBAT: both machine on edge sensing you are about to scream and gush…and wanting you to..

[10/19/14, 5:35:48 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Not even a minute later, one last heavy thrust would sink hard against my cervix as I tensed up, toes curling and body going rigid. My eyes practically rolled back in my skull as I felt a rush of warmth crash over me in waves as my body relaxed, a flood of silvery juices erupting around the BTR-90’s cock as I screamed towards the heavens, my entire being trembling heavily as I cum hard and fast
[10/19/14, 5:39:24 PM] RATBAT: the BTR-90 grabs your hips and butt and presses you against him, continuing to thrust until every last drop of his sexual heat has poured into you and his tip pulses and throbs inside with nothing coming out.
[10/19/14, 5:41:17 PM] RATBAT: he pants over you repeating “Я чувствую себя хорошо.” “I feel good! “I feel so good!”
[10/19/14, 5:41:33 PM] RATBAT: and he rubs your sweaty cheeks and hair.
[10/19/14, 5:41:55 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I whimper aloud, cooing as I feel the hot flood of cum spilling into my tight passage, my lips dragging against Berkut’s as I cling tightly to him, fingers grabbing at his sides, nodding as the bTR-90 caresses me, one hand reaching up to rub over his
[10/19/14, 5:43:31 PM] RATBAT: ;;both machines caress you Gia, Berkut kisses you, and the APC holds himself inside you practically sobbing and repeating ‘thank you.”
[10/19/14, 5:43:41 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: mmmmhhhhhhhhh
[10/19/14, 5:43:45 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: gods <3
[10/19/14, 5:45:23 PM] RATBAT: The Big dirty BTR looks up Berkut knowing his place and gently backs up off of you, his cock sliding out of you with a hot “pop” sound, and a few ropes strewn across your back. He pulls away and bows graciously looking at the both of you..
[10/19/14, 5:45:31 PM] RATBAT: Berkut grabs you and kisses you hard
[10/19/14, 5:46:04 PM] RATBAT: The huge black warbird so very turned on..
[10/19/14, 5:46:32 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: I gasp and moan loudly as I’m grabbed, the sudden empty feeling as the BTR pulls free, now replaced by love beyond measure from Berkut, as I coo gently, holding myself to him
[10/19/14, 5:48:47 PM] RATBAT: unable to contain his own need… he slides you down the length of his own airframe and forces his own swollen steel into your stretched and numb, but still eager pussy.
[10/19/14, 5:49:21 PM] RATBAT: your pussy still slick with the silvery load of the APC, Berkut does not care.. he uses that “other” machines juices to full effect and fills you..
[10/19/14, 5:49:29 PM] RATBAT: Letting you know who is still the best
[10/19/14, 5:50:55 PM] RATBAT: You can practically feel his frustrated excitement through your fingertips
[10/19/14, 5:51:36 PM] RATBAT: Berkut screams with passion, and pounds away at your pussy
[10/19/14, 5:52:01 PM] RATBAT: His own engines spooling up to a higher pitch.. the the point your ears may need to be protected again..
[10/19/14, 5:52:01 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: Immediately I cry out, clinging tight to my Russian warbird, feeling my tight passage tightening up more as the APC’s cum and Berkut’s thick cock fill me full, pleasured cries flood the air with each thrust
[10/19/14, 5:52:38 PM] RATBAT: the clean and soiled BTR-90 could only look on at this spectacle and smile..
[10/19/14, 5:53:36 PM] Gia the Queen of Mars: mmmh~

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Challenger II story

036_gallery_02_502x335-1_1404748701 Tea and Sex

so hot.. he’s fucking deep inside her, and they are outside feeling the breeze and having tea. she’s just enjoying hot tea and feeling stretched by aroused tank penis when she finishes her cup, she lays back and lets him take control

[7/7/14, 11:00:32 PM] a challenger II tank was serving in the military of one of the new countries founded by the human-machine governmental alliance.
[7/7/14, 11:01:02 PM]  In this town, work flow is efficient, people are orderly, and all sorts of relationships are encouraged
[7/7/14, 11:01:11 PM] Han: very good
[7/7/14, 11:02:57 PM]  so this military woman she is in a unit with a few other humans and a few other machines
[7/7/14, 11:03:09 PM]  Other tanks and Apcs’ and ifv’s ect
[7/7/14, 11:03:31 PM] Han: so on and so forth with mentioned machines
[7/7/14, 11:04:11 PM]  and this woman openly has a conversation with her fellow soldiers about the people they’d like date if they got out of service or if they stayed.
[7/7/14, 11:04:40 PM] Han: the tank overheard did he.
[7/7/14, 11:04:52 PM]  another woman mentions that shed bang a nice handsome soldier who kept his nose clean and was well on his way to being promoted
[7/7/14, 11:05:00 PM]  yep
[7/7/14, 11:05:06 PM]  tank overheard
[7/7/14, 11:05:30 PM] Han: she wanted the prim and pressed soldier and the title that came with it?
[7/7/14, 11:05:59 PM]  But the main woman in question mentions that she wouldn’t mind dating one of the base sergeants.
[7/7/14, 11:06:33 PM]  some of the machines liked other machines, and a few liked humans.. male and female.
[7/7/14, 11:06:42 PM] Han: *smiles*
[7/7/14, 11:06:45 PM]  when the conversation subsided and the group meandered,
[7/7/14, 11:07:00 PM]  the large MBT challenger moves up behind her and says.
[7/7/14, 11:07:29 PM] : “If i may be so bold, that sergeant you mentioned.. he wouldn’t be good for you.”
[7/7/14, 11:08:05 PM]  and the girl whips around and spits, “Ah, you were wishy-washy with your answer earlier. ya gonna come clean?”
[7/7/14, 11:09:02 PM]  and the tank says “Well, If i may be so bold.. That man would not be good for you.. but I would be perfect for you.”
[7/7/14, 11:09:40 PM] Han: he must have been so shy saying that.
[7/7/14, 11:10:40 PM]  well she gets ash white.
[7/7/14, 11:11:15 PM] and her jaw drops. and she thinks to herself (yes, this is the new reality..Its hard to believe)
[7/7/14, 11:12:42 PM]  he senses this. “I do not mean to offend. But, Ive always wanted you from day one. i feel you could appreciate the truth.”
[7/7/14, 11:15:02 PM]  she thinks back, “how long have i been in this unit? 348 days?.. ” he interrupts sensing her thoughts (“we will be shuffled soon…” ;;his mechadendrites deploy and take her hands softly puling her over and pressing them against his armor;
[7/7/14, 11:16:56 PM] the ‘flesh” of the Dire machines, be it armor or fiberglass or composite metals were full of intercalated nanowire sensors.. they could feel and interpret touch when another living thing with electrical impulses touched them.
[7/7/14, 11:17:12 PM] Han: mhmm
[7/7/14, 11:17:17 PM] Han: I remember~
[7/7/14, 11:18:52 PM] the tank uses his hydraulics to lower down as best he can. “Corporal, Ive been waiting, listening, thinking a long time. and i am sure of it Please marry me.”
[7/7/14, 11:19:12 PM] Han: owo
[7/7/14, 11:22:24 PM]  She had remembered the classes that she had taken, the PSAs and the demonstrations regarding the Dire machines as now being “people” with their own wants and dreams for the future. How to address them, how the new civil and legal rules would pan out pending alliance approval.
[7/7/14, 11:22:51 PM] she was taught to regard Dire machines as her fellow ‘man or woman”.
[7/7/14, 11:23:56 PM] Han: What did she say~? *seems to fidget a little in his seat*
[7/7/14, 11:23:58 PM]  if this was true.. then this fellow mechanized corporal was too a “man” just like the people she had considered asking out but didn’t have the guts to follow through.
[7/7/14, 11:24:31 PM]  But she had never been outright asked by anyone or anything for her hand
[7/7/14, 11:25:17 PM]  the idea of it was strange and frightening. she opened up her mouth to say “How can this work you’re a-”
[7/7/14, 11:27:12 PM] Han: Hehe, her inner mind was going ‘machine asked me to marry him’
[7/7/14, 11:27:25 PM]  “A tank? Yes. An amazingly dapper one with this new camo cover I might add. But all jokes aside. I mean what i say, Ive been waiting for the best time to ask you, I was not sure how you would respond.”
[7/7/14, 11:28:08 PM]  “Please Corporal.. Will you marry me?”
[7/7/14, 11:31:56 PM] Han: Does she say yes?
[7/7/14, 11:33:17 PM]  She had actually thought about another conversation she overheard one of the human nurses in the clinic talk about. How it would be a possible detriment in the future to allow the Dire machines to even touch humans. The machines seemed to produce far more children then then the humans did. But maybe things would ‘even out due to natural biological attraction. after all male humans prefer the female human body, and female humans prefer guys.”
[7/7/14, 11:34:07 PM]  she thought to herself.. “A..machine wants me..”
[7/7/14, 11:34:42 PM] The tank pulled her hands a little further up his armored tank bed as if beckoning her to ‘climb on top.”
[7/7/14, 11:35:12 PM] Han: He really wants her, but she’s still lost in thought, protocol and what she was taught.
[7/7/14, 11:37:50 PM]  she breathed in, and breathed out hard. remembering that her fellow unit soldiers and this tank in particular, treated her better then her own brothers and sisters. they were almost like a 2nd family. But this tank in particular– he was the nicest one of them all.
[7/7/14, 11:38:28 PM] : The machine blinked his optic slowly and looked into her eyes with approval. “Your starting to understand now.”
[7/7/14, 11:39:31 PM]  “everything you’ve been missing, was right here.. right beside you all along.”
[7/7/14, 11:40:10 PM]  btw this tank has a British accent in this story
[7/7/14, 11:42:18 PM]  “this is madness. but your right… i..accept.” and she climbed him and sat against his turret face under his optic where his manipulator arms and mechadendrite tendrils deployed from their hatches to descend upon her from all sides for a warm and happy embrace
[7/7/14, 11:42:41 PM] Han: *melts with a coo to British voice*
[7/7/14, 11:43:13 PM]  “shall i get you a cup of tea then?”
[7/7/14, 11:43:20 PM] Han: hehe. maybe
[7/7/14, 11:44:43 PM] Han: *Grace gently scoops Kevin up with her mouth, carrying her human to the side and laying herself down then setting Kevin down next to her cheek*
[7/7/14, 11:45:04 PM]  as all Dire machines hunger to do– he wished to consummate the relationship with a “bonding” . the idea of “marriage” to most machines was an unnecessary ritual humans had upheld for a thousand years and now for a way to get a break on their taxes at the end of the year
[7/7/14, 11:45:43 PM]  but he knew that she would recognize the significance of this word more then their own word “bonding”
[7/7/14, 11:45:54 PM] Han: heh. sounds human of them to do that. being cheap and penny pinching.
[7/7/14, 11:48:11 PM]  he pressed her close to his turret and growled a deisel-ish growl .. moving a tendril close to her thigh but remembering that they were still “on duty”
[7/7/14, 11:48:56 PM]  “shower at my hangar tonight, we can discuss the terms of this ‘marriage’ there.”
[7/7/14, 11:50:28 PM]  ill try to shorten this..
[7/7/14, 11:51:21 PM] Han: be as verbal as you like Chris~
[7/7/14, 11:53:34 PM]  the 2nd half of the fantasy begins where the tank is introducing her to his body. (of course she had seen him and worked around him for nearly a year- but this time it was different. he sensuously disrobed her body with his tendrils and encouraged her lay and in a comfortable position atop him.
[7/7/14, 11:54:17 PM] Han: She would be seeing him anew tonight
[7/7/14, 11:55:50 PM]  her heart pounded, and she had recalled thoughts where he had used his own coax guns and fired his main forward weapon as a show of force. She knew he could easily tear her apart
[7/7/14, 11:57:38 PM] “Please don’t think of me this way my love. I only wish to bring you joy now..” the tank revved with a diesel growl.
[7/7/14, 11:58:37 PM]  the tendrils deployed and caressed up her inner thighs while other mechadendrites encouraged her to glide her hands across his surprisingly warm outer armor
[7/7/14, 11:59:42 PM]  under her was the hum, the reverberation and power of his engines from deep inside., but on the outside, larger manipulation arms had seized her thighs, pushed them up and opened them out to the cool air of the soft-lit hangar
[7/8/14, 12:01:29 AM]  he would tease her, pull at her labia, glide and flick his smaller dendrites against her sensitive nerves around her opening until larger tentacle she had never seen before pressed itself against her opening
[7/8/14, 12:03:01 AM] Han: She was really surprised I take it.
[7/8/14, 12:03:47 AM]  the tip of this larger gun-metal colored probe would prod and gently kiss her opening, dribbling some sort of thick slippery good until she was goo coated
[7/8/14, 12:04:23 AM] Han: its scent, so different than the rest huh~
[7/8/14, 12:06:11 AM]  the tank moaned, and could see her concern in her eyes at what she was seeing and feeling. he cautioned her ‘humans try to intellectualize this sort of thing when it comes to us Dire machines far too much. I need you to close your eyes, lay your head back upon me and enjoy me.”
[7/8/14, 12:06:44 AM]  20 minutes pass and finally the 2 begin their bond
[7/8/14, 12:07:33 AM]  she has relaxed for him and he’s using her body to pleasure them both, all the while just pouring heaps of thick nano machine cum deep into her
[7/8/14, 12:07:57 AM]  she squeaks and cries out, “i–Im going to cum- I’m sorry-its too fast-I.{”
[7/8/14, 12:08:58 AM] Han: mm~ *hums with a smile*
[7/8/14, 12:09:34 AM]  The machine moans and in a breathy booming voice demands, ‘Don’t fight it my sweet, please culminate, cum , i will cum too!”
[7/8/14, 12:10:54 AM]  and his tendrils stiffen around her and shiver. he engorges inside her and releases hard between the tightening, squeezing human musculature of her body.
[7/8/14, 12:11:42 AM]  she writes and lets herself enjoy every last inch of heat dripping and throbbing inside her.
[7/8/14, 12:12:02 AM] Han: <3
[7/8/14, 12:13:37 AM] when she opens her eyes, she turns to look into his optic. His tendril snakes up to her face and against her lips. “Shhh, don’t worry about finishing too fast, we have time for 5 more before the break of daylight. ”
[7/8/14, 12:14:20 AM] Han: calculating~
[7/8/14, 12:14:30 AM]  f-ffff-five?? more? ;;his tendril snakes into her mouth and strokes lovingly against her tongue;;
[7/8/14, 12:14:57 AM]  “yes. as much Joy as our bodies can handle.”
[7/8/14, 12:16:26 AM]  the manipulation arms kneed her heavy breasts and nipples now hardened and sore from the cold in the hangar. she felt her womanhood absolutely full of heavy tank cock and pulsing from her first lay from “one of these people.”
[7/8/14, 12:17:54 AM]  “We will cum together every time. I will make sure, i have lots of abilities beyond combat..”
[7/8/14, 12:18:01 AM] Han: she was feeling it now
[7/8/14, 12:21:12 AM]  he pulled her back against his turret and played with her hair and her belly waiting for her body to relax and be ready for him once again. sensing her growing calm over her new relationship with him.
[7/8/14, 12:21:47 AM] Han: ^-^
[7/8/14, 12:22:42 AM]  ;;one of his dendrites grabbing a near by teapot and bringing her a small cup of tea as was customary from the “land where he was built”
[7/8/14, 12:23:10 AM]  anyway thats the story so far
[7/8/14, 12:23:16 AM]  ~fin~ for now

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Borislav

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[10/28/14, 9:01:33 PM] RATBAT: in Russia still there is a KV2 who’s been kind of trapped in these country mechanics basement row house for 3 years because part of his track was fell apart

( Please note that Dire machines regenerate broken track just like any other attached limb via nanomachine reservoirs like humans heal a wound. This is the only part of the story that doesn’t make sense for the Dire KV2)
[10/28/14, 9:02:16 PM] RATBAT: this doesn’t normally happen, because the nano machines try to repair as many broken original anatomy as they can
[10/28/14, 9:02:40 PM] RATBAT: so the fact the tank was trapped was kind of far fetched in the first place.
[10/28/14, 9:03:34 PM] RATBAT: never the less this Russian teen and her uncle took care of the KV2 “Borislav” for years and years. he was a friend of the family since the great great great grandfather brought him back from WW2 in one piece
[10/28/14, 9:03:55 PM] RATBAT: so they did their best to find a piece of track and repaired him.
[10/28/14, 9:04:20 PM] RATBAT: they kinda hoped he’d stay and help with the family business , but it was his choice weather to stay or go
[10/28/14, 9:04:25 PM] DELTA X3: I like that name
[10/28/14, 9:04:27 PM] RATBAT: and he wanted to stay for the teen
[10/28/14, 9:04:37 PM] RATBAT: Borislav means “victory in battle”
[10/28/14, 9:05:56 PM] RATBAT: in any case, this girl isn’t too young and isn’t too old.. she’s about 16
[10/28/14, 9:06:11 PM] RATBAT: and she’s got partial journeyman mechanic status
[10/28/14, 9:06:26 PM] RATBAT: but it turns out
[10/28/14, 9:06:42 PM] RATBAT: she was in love with Borislav,and he was in love with her
[10/28/14, 9:06:51 PM] RATBAT: her name was “Fedya”
[10/28/14, 9:09:55 PM] RATBAT: the uncle went out on emergency business, and Fedya comes home angry because the “boys at school are getting grabby and stupid.” and she doesn’t wan those boys at school (because she’s a mechaphile for a heavy tank with a 152 mm howitzer
[10/28/14, 9:10:17 PM] RATBAT: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kliment_Voroshilov_tank

that same night Fedya comes down stairs again and discovered that Borislav was looking at Russian porn sites preparing for a way to pay her back for getting him tread replacements.

[10/28/14, 9:33:10 PM] RATBAT: anyway, a thin slight teen girl allowed a KV2 to sit her down on his cock..
[10/28/14, 9:33:14 PM] RATBAT: and he was so big..
[10/28/14, 9:33:32 PM] RATBAT: she took the pain for him until he was deep inside
[10/28/14, 9:33:55 PM] RATBAT: so much lube trickled out..
[10/28/14, 9:34:32 PM] RATBAT: she may have passed out but he caressed her and spoke to her .. talked her through what was happening..
[10/28/14, 9:34:58 PM] RATBAT: until she was used to his size enough that he could thrust into her and help her find her orgasm
[10/28/14, 9:35:35 PM] DELTA X3: Oooh
[10/28/14, 9:35:36 PM] RATBAT: factoid: 60% of women don’t become orgasmic till around their 20’s
[10/28/14, 9:35:57 PM] RATBAT: but with tlc, they can coax those nerves to become orgasmic
[10/28/14, 9:36:06 PM] RATBAT: and he was helping her.. stimulating her..
[10/28/14, 9:36:17 PM] RATBAT: so big inside her..
[10/28/14, 9:36:43 PM] RATBAT: all she wore was a see-through silk nightly now stained with his heavy grey precum
[10/28/14, 9:37:26 PM] RATBAT: she was underage.. but the machines… this is where their own morality diverges from the humans.
[10/28/14, 9:37:49 PM] RATBAT: they recognize physical maturity first in an intelligent race.
[10/28/14, 9:38:25 PM] RATBAT: a 16 year old boy or girl is the same as a 23 year old boy or girl, or a 30 year old boy or girl
[10/28/14, 9:38:46 PM] RATBAT: if your physically mature, your ready to have sex
[10/28/14, 9:40:11 PM] RATBAT: she grabbed at the turret of this massive KV2, and let Borislav “the soviet love hammer” break in her tender flesh
[10/28/14, 9:41:21 PM] RATBAT: the more he stroked , the easier and more comfortable she became with him..till she could relax around his throbbing machine cock
[10/28/14, 9:41:48 PM] RATBAT: he stroked her hair and caressed her back the whole time.
[10/28/14, 9:42:00 PM] RATBAT: talking to her.. moaning to her.. touching her cheek..

[10/28/14, 9:42:38 PM] RATBAT: using his mechadendrites to gauge her receptive spots.. and working at those
[10/28/14, 9:43:17 PM] RATBAT: she was developing quiet a chest to.. which he coiled around just to feel
[10/28/14, 9:44:21 PM] RATBAT: It was quiet a site to behold..
[10/28/14, 9:44:37 PM] RATBAT: a pristine Russian girl giving herself to an old soviet giant
[10/28/14, 9:46:10 PM] RATBAT: one day she went to school, and one of the upper classmen tried to molest her in the bathroom . Borislav was pissed
[10/28/14, 9:46:22 PM] DELTA X3: Omg

[10/28/14, 9:47:17 PM] RATBAT: even at a top speed of 30 or 35 mph, he knew he could totally run over that kid
[10/28/14, 9:47:58 PM] RATBAT: and if he didn’t, he could totally pick up and choke that kid out with his tendrils
[10/28/14, 9:48:43 PM] RATBAT: Tanks parent allowed to fire their main weapons in civilian city limits unless marshal law or war has been declared
[10/28/14, 9:51:18 PM] RATBAT: Right now Boris is trying to think about what he’s going to do to protect his young mate Feyda
[10/28/14, 9:52:03 PM] RATBAT: and Fedya is working on how she’s going to tell her uncle she’s been fucking Borislav every night before bed.
[10/28/14, 9:52:13 PM] DELTA X3: Lol
[10/28/14, 9:52:35 PM] RATBAT: her fingers are starting to turn grey..
[10/28/14, 9:52:45 PM] RATBAT: part of her hands..
[10/28/14, 9:53:02 PM] RATBAT: she reaches out over the dinner table to grab some rolls
[10/28/14, 9:53:35 PM] RATBAT: her uncle grabs her wrist . “What have I told you about washing up before dinner eh?”

[10/28/14, 9:53:59 PM] RATBAT: he thinks she’s dirty from after school mechanic work..
[10/28/14, 9:54:05 PM] RATBAT: but that grey won’t come off..

[10/28/14, 9:54:25 PM] RATBAT: so she goes up to the bathroom and pretends to wash
[10/28/14, 9:55:23 PM] RATBAT: all the while becoming hungrier and hungrier for the machine downstairs.. who sings Russian folk songs in a baritone voice deep enough to rattle the bricks loose in the fireplace.
[10/28/14, 9:55:36 PM] RATBAT: he’s messing around on a laptop thinking about her
[10/28/14, 9:57:02 PM] RATBAT: Borislav wants to bond..his engine and systems ache.. they burn for Fedya now in between chores here and there.
[10/28/14, 9:57:17 PM] RATBAT: He made damn sure those boys never messed with her again.
[10/28/14, 9:58:13 PM] RATBAT: the snow had already melted and been gone for a month..
[10/28/14, 9:58:24 PM] RATBAT: But the girl.. she still wore her winter clothes.
[10/28/14, 9:58:36 PM] RATBAT: it was starting to bother the uncle.. this “behavior”
[10/28/14, 10:00:00 PM] RATBAT: He never suspected Boris, Boris was a damn fine worker. and but for the more then occasional synth diesel bill that cut into profits in the family business. Boris was very technical and well experienced with the other tracked vehicles in the farmlands
[10/28/14, 10:00:10 PM] RATBAT: he was like a “machine doctor”
[10/28/14, 10:00:51 PM] RATBAT: he knew so much about other Russian machines of various types he was just like a doctor
[10/28/14, 10:01:33 PM] RATBAT: when he identified the ills of the other machines, (chronic problems that nano machines could not regenerate)
[10/28/14, 10:02:02 PM] RATBAT: the uncle and Fedya set upon to fix these troubles with sweat and tools
[10/28/14, 10:03:37 PM] RATBAT: One knight the uncle had been drinking. he was in an off kinda mood.
[10/28/14, 10:04:32 PM] RATBAT: dinner was put on the table, and this “daughter” of his (his deceased brothers girl) she wore gloves at the table.
[10/28/14, 10:04:44 PM] RATBAT: “take those off. i mean it.”
[10/28/14, 10:05:37 PM] RATBAT: she tried to argue her case but he cut her off. “Take them off — show me your hands.”

[10/28/14, 10:06:37 PM] DELTA X3: *much suspense*
[10/28/14, 10:07:04 PM] RATBAT: she took off the long gloves slowly.. with her head down, they were dropped on the floor and she turned away from her uncle who could see plain as day that this ‘greyness’ had progressed up her arms and nearly kissed her elbows

[10/28/14, 10:09:00 PM] RATBAT: he sat back in his chair and pressed his hand over his mouth starring long and hard at her arms. then he poured himself some cheap vodka and pounded it back slamming the glass on the table.
[10/28/14, 10:11:13 PM] DELTA X3: No Plinkova Elite
[10/28/14, 10:13:44 PM] RATBAT: ;;he turned away from her and huffed. then poured himself another drink. “it’s Borislav isn’t it.? You and him ….yebatsya ”
[10/28/14, 10:14:52 PM] RATBAT: Then he leans over and puts his hands over hers. prompting her to look at him.
[10/28/14, 10:15:54 PM] RATBAT: “I promised your real father i would raise you till you could find a man of your own to protect you. But he died before the machines woke up, and things are different now.”
[10/28/14, 10:17:07 PM] RATBAT: “I guess i am kind of not surprised you ended up this way. You never once showed any interest in the kids at school.”
[10/28/14, 10:19:10 PM] RATBAT: “You are too young for this Fedya.. but i know that “he” is not doing this hurt or take advantage of you.
[10/28/14, 10:19:46 PM] RATBAT: ;;he pounds back his cheap vodka and mutters ‘So much for grand kids.”
[10/28/14, 10:20:04 PM] RATBAT: “you better eat that before it gets cold.”
[10/28/14, 10:21:30 PM] RATBAT: later on that night, Fedya tip toes down stairs to the heated garage where Borislav is polishing his munitions and watching Tv from a shitty old flatscreen (flatscreen tbs are old technology now)
[10/28/14, 10:22:39 PM] RATBAT: its some kind of game show where the locals do stupid shit for rubals.
[10/28/14, 10:23:12 PM] RATBAT: Borislav has watched this show everyday and Is now beginning to get the humor involved.
[10/28/14, 10:23:48 PM] RATBAT: he chuckles occasionally with a..what kind of sounds like heavy diesel engine idling.
[10/28/14, 10:24:41 PM] RATBAT: he turns his turret to her and she walks almost soundlessly up the little step stool her put there for her.
[10/28/14, 10:25:42 PM] RATBAT: he hugs her, presses her to his armor and pulls her clothes off in order to tease and eventually sheath himself inside her.
[10/28/14, 10:26:47 PM] RATBAT: he can tell that some great weight has been both “lifted” and replaced with something else… he hopes its not shame for their love…
[10/28/14, 10:27:42 PM] RATBAT: in his deep Russian voice he tells her, ‘Everything will be alright.”
[10/28/14, 10:28:09 PM] RATBAT: the 2 make love with the tv on and just moan against one another not saying a word.
[10/28/14, 10:28:29 PM] RATBAT: (there thats my story so far)

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[10/28/14, 10:28:31 PM] DELTA X3: So the uncle is or isn’t upset
[10/28/14, 10:28:50 PM] RATBAT: he’s not upset. he just doesn’t know how to handle it.
[10/28/14, 10:29:09 PM] RATBAT: the Russians in that town are very traditional
[10/28/14, 10:29:20 PM] RATBAT: and even though they are friends with the Dire machines..
[10/28/14, 10:29:33 PM] DELTA X3: Not a typical situation a (foster) patent has to deal wroth
[10/28/14, 10:29:34 PM] RATBAT: its still very strange to some of them
[10/28/14, 10:30:06 PM] RATBAT: yeah
[10/28/14, 10:30:13 PM] RATBAT: I really like this story
[10/28/14, 10:30:41 PM] RATBAT: its both happy and both kind of troubled
[10/28/14, 10:32:09 PM] DELTA X3: I like it. You never mentioned the aftermath of that upperclassmen
[10/28/14, 10:32:10 PM] RATBAT: It was just the uncle and the daughter of his dead brother and Borislav a giant ass heavy soviet tank living in a row house together
[10/28/14, 10:34:02 PM] RATBAT: Borislav payed him a visit and threatened to have his ass ‘disappeared’ KGB style as him and all the machines in town were friends and would be watching is he as much as looked at her again.
[10/28/14, 10:35:13 PM] DELTA X3: KGB style
[10/28/14, 10:35:24 PM] RATBAT: hehe
[10/28/14, 10:37:22 PM] RATBAT: KGB hasn’t existed since 1991
[10/28/14, 10:37:35 PM] RATBAT: so its hard to tell if that kids understood what the tank meant
[10/28/14, 10:37:39 PM] RATBAT: but he probably did

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Atoll Lab side charecters 3: Kamaz

kamaz

Kamaz truck and the Anti-machine woman Anzio.

So lets see, the story behind kamaz, and that girl. He was a Russian truck that was situated for use by this anti-machine town (they gut all the electronics out of their machines to make sure they don’t wake up but they didn’t do a good job for this truck who woke up anyway. ) His driver is a woman who was tasked to do trade from town to town . Food, medicine, kerosine ect. But one day he saves her from getting her legs crushed by someone else driving a car, basically moves her out of the way. But this act reveals that he is alive, and in anti-machine communities they kill living machines they find. this woman “Anzio”, she believed in an “eye for an eye” and repaid the favor by keeping his existence quiet. she had to continue to use him as a regular truck and continued to do so until he couldn’t stand it. He would snake his tendrils up her legs from inside the cab and beg her to let him be her lover . She’d get horny from random thoughts like any living creature and he’d be smelling those pheromones. He’d get desperate

She kept telling him “no, f you machine!” No. No! For months. Until he gradually stopped begging less and less and his heart sank. Until one evening it was dark and stormy out and on a drive, him and her had to pull off to the side of the road. a flood happened and made the road impassable for the night. There, alone with this machine, listening to the rain hit the roof of the cab he cranked up the air conditioning and made it nice n warm inside.. Inviting. He begged her again in a soft sad voice to let him please her before she went to sleep..”just the tip” in fact . And she to his utter shock, says “fine.” Well, he gives her a lot more then the tip. He proper fucks her and makes her feel great. A veritable 6 months of pent up heat. She is really surprised but is eager to get back so she grabs his stick controls and he refuses to move . “No! That isn’t “our ” home anymore! I won’t let you go back . ”

She was very angry with him, but seeing as there was nothing that could be done, she fell asleep on the bench seat and he pulled out and drove her 100 miles in the opposite direction, he begged various fuel stations for fuel and the morphs ushered him across the lines where the man machine alliance was strong and welcoming . He took her to a refugee camp run by morphs before she woke up. Even though she was effectively kidnapped, kamaz couldn’t go back to being a dead inanimate object in the place he was born at. And he wouldn’t let the woman he loved continue to see the world in black and white. He loved her. When she woke finally , she was quite pissed and scared. Never left her country before.

But he assured her that he would do his best to take care of her for all time if she would trust him . They waited in a refugee camp filled with others who had escaped other countries that were not friendly to machines. Their wounds were treated and they had been granted provisional citizenship . Still , Anzio the woman, she’s kind of an ass. Slightly contemptuous. But she actually does love him back . It’s a cute dynamic

 

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