An Awkward position: War thunder porn story 2

 

1428900543_admiralstarnight_wt2KV-1 x Spitfire

 

The KV-1 ZiS-5 sighed. Her name, what she called herself, was Aura. She was owned by no person, rather an AI. During player events they had scripted places to and where to shoot. When they had a break though, during server upgrades, or just plain having a break, they were just like any living creature. They often would load a map and do races, or all out battles to the death until there was one AI left standing. AI aircraft would watch them, sometimes bombing or strafing while they fought up in the air. This map had been a free for all, seeing who could last the longest. Aura had not been on this map in a while and had slid down a rock cliff and flipped onto her side. Even worse she had been trapped by the rocks at the bottom making it impossible for her to move. So she just had to wait for the match to end in 67 minutes. (Yeah AI tanks are better than you think, the long matches are great for devising plans of attack and such.) Of course given the type of match this one no one dared risk trying to help her or kill her for fear of getting stuck themselves. She huffed her mechanical tendrils trying and failing to push her off the rocks. This was just perfect. Stuck here for the next hour doing nothing.

She stared hard at the rock in front of her, wishing for laser vision or something similar so she could get herself unstuck. She perked up as she heard an aircraft fly over, hoping it would kill her and she was disappointed when it didn’t. To her surprise, she heard the same engine come back and land. The land just beyond the rocks was flat enough it could be driven/landed on… if only she had gotten there. “Well, well what have we here?” A British accent male voice said and Aura rolled her eyes. Great. “Go back into the battle Oliver.” Aura replied. Oliver the Spitfire Mk IIa chuckled, she could practically visualize his tan and green camouflage and that smug look on his face.

The two had always been a bit… at each other per say. They rarely played rounds together but when it happened Oliver ALWAYS strafed her and she would always try to shoot him down in kind. When he wasn’t doing that, taunting was the next best thing, always making jabs about her country and ‘the glorious motherland’ and such. It got old fast and Aura had little patience for the fighter. “Oh but I couldn’t just… leave you here all by yourself.” He said, his eyes trailing up and down her vulnerable form. He could shoot her now and he’d get another point in his favor. Easy pickings. But he had a different idea. He rolled a bit closer. “Oh yes you could.” Aura growled at him, unable to turn her turret to even try and look at him, but he was making her acutely nervous this close with her underside exposed to him. All tanks hated to have their undersides exposed. It was their weakest part, never meant to be show in battle to others. Not to mention that was where her synth port. She wasn’t horny at all but still it wasn’t like she had anything blocking it at the moment. Oliver didn’t reply as he extended his mechadendrites and ran them along the tred that was up in the air. “What are you doing?” She questioned harshly squirming to try and get a better look only fro the game to inform her that she had damaged her barrel, making it impossible for her to shoot without hurting herself. “Oh something I think a stuffy, old Russian like you would enjoy.” The spitfire said as one of his hand touched the underside and began trailing down towards her synth port. He heard her protest his touch, but he was determined to show this Russian female tank a good time. She always seemed to take him way too seriously. Well it was his turn to be serious as his hand paused just above her that nearly invisible slit. He traced two fingers around it, teasing it as Aura tried to squirm out of her stuck position once more. “Why are you doing this?” She asked, wondering what had made the aircraft do this. “You take me way too seriously, always working and never any fun.” He traced a finger across her slit and he smiled as he heard her gasp. “So I’m going to show you how to be serious and fun at the same time Aura.” As that British accent hit her name she felt chills run through her armored body, this was a side of Oliver she never expected, she thought the aircraft was like an annoying child up until that. Oliver grinned pressing two of his mechadendrite fingers inside her slit slowly, and pulling them back out to tease her. He repeated this a few times and by the fifth time his fingers had come back out dripping sliverish fluid. He grinned rolling a little closer thankful that this small part of the map was perfect for this.

Aura blushed, embarrassed, angry and aroused all at the same time. She didn’t ask for this but she was enjoying the attention. Being an AI she didn’t get it all that often, they were just too focused to doing their job or winning their races in the off matches they held. She gave a squeak of surprise as she felt the Spitfire’s tongue press inside her, her mechanical pussy tightening around it in a bit of shock. The aircraft didn’t seem phased and pushed his tongue in and out of her, occasionally lapping up their combined fluids as they began to drip heavily down her underside to the ground. “Oh God, don’t stop!” Aura cried and Oliver didn’t even take a second to feel satisfaction that he’d gotten her where he wanted. He thrust his tongue in deeper his propeller resting against her tracks as he complied with her request. Aura came with a loud cry managing not to fire her engine and possibly mover her track and damage the propeller of the aircraft as she came, drenching the tongue pleasuring her in her fluid which Oliver lapped up eagerly. She shivered a bit, but she was still stuck and there was still way too much time left in the match. But it seems Oliver wasn’t done. A collection of his various mechadendrites suddenly seem to appear and somehow dragged her out of her awkward stuck position onto flat ground. She was about to thank him when she say his rock hard mechanical cock underneath him. How in the world a Spitfire could manhandle a KV-1, she would never know, but next thing she knew she was dragged a bit farther from the cliff and she felt the light weight of the aircraft mounting her, his cock thrusting into her synth ports with only a tiny bit of difficulty. Aura moaned creaking slightly as the aircraft thrust hard into her. She could feel the pent up arousal, in both her and him. All those arguments, the teasing, god she knew why now, and she reached back to wrap her a couple tendrils around the base of him as he continued to thrust into her. This only seem to make the Spitfire thrust faster and she revved her engine loudly as she came. Oliver grunted, feeling her tighten around him and he couldn’t handle holding back and he came hard, his own engine firing off and causing his propeller to move in a few revolutions before. He sort of slumped on top of her, she could handle his weight easily, for a few seconds before back up and watching her turn to face him. She looked up at him and he wrung his mechanical hands together, waiting for her to shoot him for what he had done. “You better be glad I liked that you uptight British twat.” She teased and he smiled at her, not a smirk, an actual smile. “Shall I see you again sometime, KV-None?” He teased back and he flinched a little as her machine gun fired past him into the air. “If I don’t I am going to hunt you down and flip YOU over against a cliff.” She replied turning to go find the path back to the battlefield. “I’ll see you in the match Oliver!” Oliver grinned, turning and increasing his engine to full power. He wished he’d done that sooner.

War Thunder (Bt-7/T-26)

Story by AdmiralStarNight
Technology is great. Sometimes you get so invested that you forget there is a real world out there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~’We have suffered a defeat….’The male announcer voice mocked me as I sat back in my chair and rubbed my forehead. That was two losses and one win. Between them, only 3 kills, 2 enemy kill assists and 25 hits.

The problem was most likely that I was being placed in matches where people had level two tanks against my, currently, all level one tanks.

It wasn’t all THAT bad. My reserve tanks, the easily killed Russian T-26, now had an expert crew and was considered an ‘ace’ by game standards. My other favorite, the very fast BT-7, had just finished getting all enhancements it could get.

I still had a while before I got a level two tank, and even longer after that for the fabled KV-1 which could rule a capture point with an iron fist.

I yawn and go to play another match.

As the match starts and I spawn I roll my tank, the BT-7 out of the clusterfuck of the spawn point and towards the capture point.

Then everything changed.
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I don’t know how long I was out but when I awake I find myself staring up at a hangar with USSR flags hanging from the beams. I look up at the aircraft, a Yer-2 I believe, and get up. I don’t see any crews, but the sun is shining bright in the sky.

I walk out, dusting dirt off my shirt and suddenly jump at the sound of what could only be a tank.

“Do not be alarmed Comrade,” A soft Russian voice said and i turn to look at whoever spoke. It was a BT-7, rolling forward, his eyes soft. I noted on the left side of his turret he had a white lightning mark and I swallow.

I must be IN WarThunder.

“You are the Controller, correct?” The tank asks as he stops in front of me. “The one who is called StarNight?”

I nod, wondering how I got in here.

“I can tell what you are thinking. You got here via a strange happening. We were in a match, rolling down a steep hill when I glitch exited the match, your power must of blinked, and then you suddenly are here.” He made a motion with a tendril around him. “I do not understand, but it must correlate.”

“So you’re alive too?” I ask and the tank gives his equivalent of a nod.

“Yes. It is a bit boring when you are not around, just sitting around with the other tanks and aircraft talking, occasionally doing some races or exercises until you log back on.” The BT-7 replied.

“Wow.” I said, looking back at the BT-7. “Do you like your decals, it’s not much but…”

“Oh I love it, subtle.” He said with an engine purr, turning his turret so she could see the red plane heart on the back of his turret.

I smile and walk over, scrambling up onto the front of the tank and a tendril wrapped around an arm to keep me steady as I stood, running a hand along the barrel. “You have a name?”

The BT-7 was about to reply when suddenly something rammed into to the BT-7 and I stumbled back, caught by another pair of different tendrils.

“His name is Comet,”

I look back at the T-26 who drags me closer to his face.

“But never mind him I’m Rev.” He said in a very seductive tone of voice, combined with the Russian accent I swallowed and blushed.

“Rev, you stop that! She’s the Controller.” Comet argued, using one of his ‘hands’ to smack the T-26 tank around me.

“Oh even better.” Rev said. I could practically hear him grin as he backs up slightly, running a tendril up one of my legs causing me to blush even harder.

“Rev I swear to God if you don’t stop…”

“Stop right there Comrade! You do not believe in God, remember?” He teased and Comet rolled forward, staring threateningly down his barrel at the small tank and Rev just slipped his manipulator hand between my legs and gave a rub to which I moaned. “See, she likes it.”

Comet immediately steals me away from the smaller tank and sits me on top the turret. I look down, a bit disappointed at being taken away from Rev, but I don’t argue.

“Look here you little bucket of bolts I swear, you better treat her with respect and…”

I tune out the rant as I slip down in front of him and began to run gently the plating and soon the Comet’s rants trailed off as he began to pant.

Rev grinned. “You like that Comet?” He questioned rolling close enough they touched and one of his ‘hands’ came up to help and guide me towards the right spot to rub and the second my hands began to pet the area Comet gasp.

“Damnit Rev!” Comet growled as I saw his penis appear, hard and dripping. The BT-7 back lowered his barrel just enough to hit the barrel of Rev to which the T-26 backed up with a small huff and groan of his engine.

While Comet was distracted I lean forward and take the tip of him into my mouth, running my hands down his hard length and Comet settled back on his tracks with a moan. I grin up at the tank before continuing what I was doing running my hands up and down him while my mouth sucked as much of the tank as possible. I take a glance over at Rev, who stroked his own hardness as he watched me suck off the BT-7. I pause for a slight moment, keeping eye contact with the T-26 as I run my tongue slowly from base to tip and Rev gave a huff at the sight, already stroking himself faster

“You do not have to do this…” the BT-7 said.

“But I like doing it.” I say. Alpha never cared. In fact he seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn’t have been there when I had told him about the time with Wisconsin. The living machines seemed to be more sexually active, maybe because they spent most of their time sitting still letting other control them. Right now it didn’t matter, these tanks never had any attention beside each other, anyways, and at the moment these two were her favorite tanks.

It didn’t take long before Comet came, I tasted it, noting it tasted a bit more ‘machiney’ that an aircraft. Given the ‘age’ of the tanks this wasn’t surprising and he was soon followed by his fellow T-26. The two seemed content as I get up and flick some of the come off me. “You have a hose lying around? I’ll clean you off and get all this off me.” I said with a grin and BT-7 seemed to ‘blush’ a bit.

“Yeah, over here.” A MiG-3-15, painted all green with red stars on his wings rolled forward with the end of the hose, handing it to me with a smile. I turn the nozzle on to full blast and turn it on Rev so quickly he makes a noise of surprise and steals the hose away and sprays me down until I’m soaking wet. Rev grinned and turned to look at his BT-7 companion who immediately realizing what was going to happen made a grab for the hose.

I was able to grab it first and I turned the water on Comet who tries to block with little success. He steals the hose, first spraying down Rev then me with a grumble of dissatisfaction at his wet state before he dragged the hose back to the side of the hangar.

Rev and me were still laughing about it and I shake myself like a wet dog. As I look up more tanks were beginning to gather around, a mix of German and Russian tanks while the aircraft beginning to appear in the sky were all different countries. I smile, walking up to the MiG to give him a pat on the nose before moving on to say hello to the American Buffalo which had nudged his way close to me.
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I sit up with a gasp at my computer, rubbing my head as it throbbed from a headache. My computer had restarted and as I watch the loading screen give way to the desktop I sit back, wondering if it was all just a dream. I yawn as all the programs load up and I glance at the time. It was 7 in the evening, I had some time to go play some more WarThunder.

I click the icon and press ‘play’, putting on the speakers so I could hear the heroic music as it logged in.

Nothing looked different, it had loaded up the last set of vehicles I had used, the Russian tanks and just as I go to press play…

“StarNight?”

I was so startled I gasp and look back at the tank I currently had selected, my BT-7. The ever rotating view of the tank had stopped, instead the BT-7 looked out at me through the screen with a smile.

“Its me Comet. Glad you can hear my voice.”

“Can you hear mine?” I ask and Comet gave a small nod.

“I can.” He looks over to the play button. “Another match?”

“For the glory of Mother Russia?” I joke and Comet grins as Rev the T-26 inches onto the screen and waves hello.

“For the glory of our homeland Comrades!” Rev said with a thick Russian accent, reaching a manipulator hand over to the button and pressing it to my surprise. “See you in battle StarNight!” He said as the home screen faded to be replaced with the starting battle screen. I select my BT-7 first and as we spawn, before I even push the W key Comet leaps forward to clear the spawn point and I grin, taking control of his movements to swing him towards the farthest capture point.

I have to admit, I think as I turn Comet’s turret towards an enemy and we one shot it to its death, the WarThuder developers did an amazing job with this game.

Oshkosh Airventure

It was that time of year. That week. That time. That place.

EAA AirVenture, the World’s largest aviation celebration.

I could barely believe it. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to make it then WAM. I did.

You see, Piper was launching a new aircraft, totally redesigned and such, and this year they owned Oshkosh. It was the biggest thing happening.

And while the company could have pulled their workers and rich friends in to get all the different aircraft there, they had decided on a contest. You enter your name and model of aircraft, and if you were picked, they’d redo the paint job for you, buff and polish it till it shined, and fixed the interior and did a general tune up on everything. All and all, it was costing Piper a lot of money, but with the backers they had for the new aircraft plus the rising economy, they could afford it.

And, somehow, out of ALL the Piper Archer IIIs, Alpha and me won. I had already pitched the idea to the owners and flight school and they loved it as long as the school sticker stayed on his airframe. Piper had been more than willing to accommodate it and Alpha had rolled out of the hangar looking like new.

What was also different was that this had been my second solo flight. I had Alpha to help me in any case, but I was nervous.

But I had made it in time and had pulled Alpha into the shade of their large tent along with other Pipers, both old and new, large and small.

But why would I write this story if there wasn’t something interesting about it?

Well as I would come to learn the phrase ‘while the humans are away, the planes shall play’ and that is more literal than you think. I can you ask, but wouldn’t someone notice? Well yes. But the aircraft were smarter than you think, the ones in the tent had it made in the shade, and any outside restricted their activities to when it was raining, foggy or stormy (and not dangerously stormy.)

So what’s the interesting part?

EAA AirVenture, an airshow for everyone (you can even bring the kids!) was the largest aircraft orgy this side of Timbuktu.
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“Rain again tonight?”

I look over to a Piper employee who gives a grunt of dissatisfaction as he puts his phone away and continues to secure the flaps to the tent.

“Yeah, nothing driving I heard, but I’m staying here to watch the aircraft, I slept through most of the day and you know how much I hate missing this place!” I respond and the man looks over and a small chuckle.

“yeah, but you ain’t normal kid.”

I shrug. The man was wright, even after the many years I had come, I always look forward to it. Its the same vendors, the only change is how the display the aircraft and what couple of new aircraft they got to fly around this time.

Well, some might get bored, I never did. And learning that aircraft were alive just made me shiver in delight of being here. I kneel down to secure the last flap.

“Well Thats the last of them.” I say, brushing some dirt off my pants. “I’ll be keeping an eye on the Destiny. and the rest of the aircraft, you go back to the hotel.”

The Piper employee nodded, doing on last walk around as it began to sprinkle and then headed off to drive back to the hotel the Piper Company had paid for.

I grin and slip back inside the tent. I look at my watch, Its 11, there would be no nighttime airshow, the winds were projected to be in the wrong direction and they didn’t want any fireworks landing on the crowd. I poke my head outside, seeing that the rest of the tents were all closed up as the rain started to get a little harder and there was not a person in site.

“Alright, cost is clear you guys!” I call and suddenly the aircraft in the tent spring to life. As I walk around the aircraft as they shift carefully around one another I walk up to the display stand, covered in a thick white sheet. Their newest aircraft, the Piper Destiny as I learned it was called, was not supposed to be uncovered until tomorrow, but I take the sheet off and the female aircraft smiles at me. “Hello Destiny.” I say with a smile.

“Thank you for uncovering me! I feel all the secrecy is kind of boring, I want to see the people looking at all of us!” She said, her accent sweet and soft.

I know, you are a beautiful aircraft.” I murmur as I walk up to rub her propeller. Feeling the warmth radiate from her that no one else had ever felt. Literally, for all the action that happened here, she’d stayed quietly up on the pedestal , not wanting to get any buffs of scratches. Given that she was new production, she was a virgin and I knew she had to be a bit scared, who wasn’t? I work slowly as I rub my hands across the detail stripes of sliver on her form, my hand automatically going to scratch at the wing join and I smile as I see her shutter. On the ground the other aircraft were beginning to pain or triple off, I saw Alpha already lapping at the hard penis of a Meridian. She’d been amused by Alpha, seems the aircraft were more open than humans were and she grinned as Meridian shuttered in pleasure.

I continue to caress Destiny gently and she gives a meep as I walk around the wing, gently touching it the entire time. “This feels… funny.”

“Hush Destiny, let me help you out,” I say with a smile. Kneeling beside her tail, resting a hand gently on her frame to let her know I was there, I felt one of her mechanical tentacles rest lightly on my shoulder.

“You… don’t have to.”

I lay down so I was beneath her and caress the currently almost unnoticeable slit there. “But I want to. It’s alright, I’ll be gentle.” I feel her frame shutter and I trace a finger down the slit then gently insert a finger into her, just to test how wet she was. Unsurprisingly she was actually quite wet and I inserted another finger as some of her drip down my arm and to the stand beneath us. As I had quickly learned, the aircraft’s vagina had an amazing capacity to stretch and yet feel tight, Ru, Alpha’s mate, had shown that trick quite often (usually by trapping my hand inside her while she came all over me, not that I cared.) Even so I could feel an unnatural tightness in Destiny, and that was a clear indication of her inexperience. I insert a third finger and wiggle them a little deeper and was rewarded in a small moan from the aircraft as the sounds of the other aircraft mating (Mostly huffs and soft moans themselves, just in case someone was passing by,) began to float in the air around them. I lean up and lick her slightly and I one her tentacles came back to support by body in a position which allowed me better access.

After a couple of minutes of eating Destiny out and having inserted four fingers into her, stretching her out some, I had to admit the taste was different. It had a slight metallic taste to it, it also felt warmer and a bit slimmer than my own. It was all about having fun really. Destiny wasn’t having any and anyways, what better way to celebrate being the first of her kind than losing your virginity? I felt one of her tentacles snake down and pull off my pants and underwear, she seemed to hesitate and I pause slightly, my tongue mid-lick ad she ran a tentacle across my own vagine in exploration and I give a soft moan to encourage her. Obviously feeling encouraged by her success she began to explore more. I smile and move my hand a bit, knowing each aircraft was different I had learned that most of the aircraft back at my home airport loved having their own version of a g-spot pressed I curl my fingers deep inside her and Density suddenly tensed up, crying out as she came, drenching me even more.

“Did you like that?” I asked with a smile and Destiny turned to look at me with a smile of her own.

“Of course. Now I think you should get an expert to repay the pleasure.” Destiny looked out over the crowd on aircraft. “Hey Ivan!” She called.

A piper Mirage with black and yellow detailing looked up as the Piper Arrow he’d been fucking came and slumped on the ground. He grinned.

“Yes Destiny?” He said, his accent was a thick Russian one, having lived in Russia for most of his life, his trip here was certainly a massive one, but he loved it. I felt a bit scared and turned on. I’d stuck to smaller aircraft (and one battleship) and while I was sure I could accommodate him, I’d watched him one night fuck everyone except me, and he had masturbated a couple times after that to help because he had still been hard.

“Take Caitlyn here, she’ll just love you.” Destiny said with a small laugh picking me up and tossing me over to the Mirage, who caught me with care.
“Or really?” He said with an evil grin. “Will the American be able to keep up with me?” He asked, running his tongue over her, tasting both Destiny and myself.

“Guess… we’ll find out.” I challenge and Ivan laughed. “Oh! Is that a challenge I hear? Well if you can’t walk tomorrow, that’s your problem…” He said, moving my smaller body under him and with little preamble thrusting his hard length deep inside me, setting the pace hard and fast. I moan, still feeling stretched no matter how many times I seem to be taken by these living machines and the Mirage let out a breath, moaning in a deep tone.

“Oh dear Caitlyn, for a human who,” He thrust particularly hard into me and I cry out in pleasure, “is in bed with machines more than humans, you are so tight!”

I moan, too lost in pleasure to respond. It took another minute before I came, milking his mechanical penis for all it was worth and Ivan seemed to catch his breath a bit at how tight I squeezed him and he came, flooding my womb with his warm fluid. He took a few seconds, his still hard length inside me and grinned.

“Ready for round two my dear?”
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I groan slightly as I wash the grime and fluids off my body in the shower available for the campers, glad I had remembered to bring a change of clothes. It had taken me a good 30 minutes to walk a 15 minute distance thank to going 10 rounds with Ivan before he finally let me go and returned to taking the other aircraft in the tent out for a ride. I felt sore and yet high as a kite. I fold my now wet and somewhat clean clothes up and stuff them in a bag and walk back outside, I pause as I see one of the aircraft who usually sit out front, some sort of fabric wing aircraft, moaning as a half hidden man thrust into the female aircraft. I smile and pretend to ignore them. Uncommon as they may be, I saw a different pair of them at least once a night, (Like the first night I saw a Marine who was guarding one their aircraft have a quick session with one of the Russian refurbished jets and talk a bit afterwards too, obviously having seen each other here before, or yesterday during the day I saw a lone camper woman trying to swat away a discrete mechanical tentacle from her homebuilt aircraft) as here was where all aircraft lovers, both mental and physical, came to enjoy the love of flying together.

EAA AirVenture was definitely deserving of its motto as ‘The World’s Greatest Aviation Celebration!’

The Wisconsin

•Story by Admiralstarknight (Battleship sex)

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14427683/

As i walk along the deck of the USS Wisconsin, i smile. I was on a self-guided tour of the deck, looking up at the large guns which graced this battleship.

As i look up as a tour walks past i sigh. I was having a great small vacation stay don here in Norfolk, but i missed my home and Alpha. Just thinking of him, made me feel wet. His thick aircraft cock sliding into me, while i moan in pleasure.

I shift slightly to look around at the deck. It wasn’t all that crowded, probably because it was getting close to the museum’s closing time.

I feel something brush my elbow, at first it was some sort of small bug it was so light. But then it wrapped around my arm and i turn my eyes down in surprise as I see a mechanical tentacle around my arm. So far she had only thought aircraft were alive, but the tentacle which i could see was coming from the ship proved otherwise. I look up and around for a face, there was none though, there were still people on deck. The tentacle tugged me towards an unknown location and I followed it without much difficulty.

When it was at an angle where none of the people could see, a few more appeared and dragged me safely into a hiding spot. I took a moment to glance at my phone and note that it was in fact a few minutes past closing time.

I frowned. Would someone from the museum doing a check over find her? Would there be guards? The question ‘Why is the Wisconsin hiding me?’ never even occurred to me. I knew why. Just like the aircraft, the ship seemed to know I knew about living machines, and that I wasn’t going to spill the beans. I never would.

As I finally think of why the Wisconsin was hiding me I shiver in anticipation. How large could a ship be? Well, she was about to find out. As the tentacles dragged her out of her hiding spot it was quite dark out, the crickets chirped and the sound of ships active around Norfolk reached her as she looked upon the lights of the city of Norfolk.

“Now Wisconsin,” I say with a smile. “I hope you understand I have an aircraft back home who expects me to arrive back in one piece.”

To my surprise I didn’t just get a blink, but a reply.

“I doubt he’ll mind. Most aircraft who fuck humans tend to know that ships don’t get as much as they do.” Wisconsin’s voice sounded powerful and soft, for a ship his size and I look up and meet his eyes with a smile. “You do not mind do you? The person is usually here is not available.”

“You have a person?”

“Yes. The young officer who knows about us living machines is not here, but she still managed to have this time of night cleared so I could relax, however, I sensed something about you and decided to keep you around.” Wisconsin replied as tentacles began to tug at my clothing. I take off my shirt for him and the tentacles quickly rid of my bra. “You do not seem as scared as my person was the first time.”

“I trust that you will not hurt me.” I reply as the tentacles dragged my pants and underwear off with a few tugs, leaving my exposed and I was grateful the bow of the ship was not facing towards land as if you had the right equipment, you could see me on the deck.

I smile as I see Wisconsin’s penis emerge from where it was hidden away from the public eye. It was larger than Alpha’s (then again, comparing a ship to a Piper was sort off) but I could handle it. I kneel down and take it into my hands a run my hands down the warm metal, leaning forward to lick it and seeing the ship close its eyes in pleasure. I lick the precum off as I feel a tentacle wrap around a breast and one slip between my legs to rub at my already eager vagina.

“Someone’s a bit horny tonight.” The ship said softly, obviously amused at how fast I had gotten turned on as he pulled the tentacle free and felt the wetness. I could hear the smile in his voice as I ran my tongue up his large penis again. “Oh you’re good.” He said.

Then, he wrapped a tentacle around my legs and laid me back onto the deck, exposing my vagina I could feel the deck beneath me shiver slightly in excitement. I felt his penis push into me and I moaned as the large ship filled me.

“Oh God you’re tight.” Wisconsin says as he begins to thrust his penis in and out of me.

I don’t answer to lost in pleasure as the large ship thrusts into me. I moan my approval and pleasure and he speeds up his movements, knowing that this time would have to end and his current mate should not be here.

As his thrusts peed up I keep my moans low and mouth shut. I had learned with Alpha not to make too much noise, and this was no different. Just my luck I drew attention to Wisconsin.

I moan and arch my back against his deck at the pleasure. “Wisconsin.. I’m close.”

“I can tell.” The battleship sounded a bit breathless, trying to keep his sounds to a minimum. “Cum for me, I shall for you.”

I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning loudly as I came and I heard a deep moan and felt a shiver through the deck beneath me as Wisconsin shoved his penis deep inside me and came himself.

I take a few seconds to gather my breath as Wisconsin withdraws from me and I sit up to look up at the large battleship. “Your partner is a lucky woman.”

“I know that.”

I was startled by the voice of another human as a young woman walked up on deck, obviously a naval officer. I blush, not use to being naked in front of others but the woman smiles and offers me a hand. She pulls me to my feet.

“I thought you said you would not be able to make it.” Wisconsin pointed out.

“I was able to shift my schedule around and thought I could get down here in time. Seems you found someone else.” The woman didn’t sound mad. “Tell me, how long have you known?”

I begin to gather up my clothes from the deck. “I… have known about living aircraft for quite a while. I didn’t know ships were living beings too.”

“Well the old man wasn’t too rough with you, was he?” The woman said with a small chuckle and the battle ship wrapped a tentacle around her lovingly.

“No, he was perfect.” I said with a small chuckle. “I have to get back to my hotel and I sort of don’t want to do that alone Ma’am.”

“Of course. ” The woman said. “My name is Lieutenant Rachael Kline. May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of a fellow human who had reveled in the pleasure of living machines?”

I smile as I put on my shirt and smooth out the wrinkles. “I am Caitlyn StarNight. My, uh, ‘mate’ is named Alpha, a Piper Archer.”

“Nice.” She said as she led the way off and around the yard to where she could leave without it being suspicious. She took a pen out of her pocket and wrote down a number on my arm. “Here, if you ever want to join us again, give me a call during the day and I can arrange something. I’m sure Wisconsin would just love it.”

“I’m sure he would.” I say with a chuckle as I begin to walk down the street to my hotel.

Small Plane Big fun

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Story by admiral star night:  ALPHA PART 1

 

This story ties in with Day of Discovery on deviantArt which is also written by me.

Let me explain a bit about my living aircraft. In my universe there are only living aircraft and ship and they have two forms, the ‘lifeless’ form everyone usually sees and the living form which is revealed very rarely, usually while humans are not around. An aircraft has to trust a human very much before revealing they live.

They also live in ‘packs’ based around airports. Some of the busier airports don’t have packs, but company hubs and smaller airports have packs led by alpha aircraft. The aircraft in the story is named Alpha and is in fact the alpha of the airport.

Here is the story:

Frustrated.

That was my current main feeling. Frustrated.

I was tired of my jobs, bored out of my mind and currently unable to take off.

I pull into the airport parking lot, the airport which had become my second home. Everyone here, from Landmark to the flight school knew me.

They didn’t know my secret.

I had discovered aircraft were alive. So far I had not discovered any other vehicle to be alive, but aircraft were. They could switch between their living form and a normal ‘unliving’ form.

I had come to clean off and wax Alpha, a Piper Archer III with the tail number 415CA. He was my favorite, sweet, a bit playful and the aircraft I loved to take pictures of before I had found out he was alive.

I get the key to his hangar, he was a rental and usually parked out from the flight school,(he was a rental aircraft,) however, his owners, after a recent spat of bad weather and crime, decided to get a hangar for Archer.

I open the door and push the button the large doors sliding apart to reveal the white archer with maroon underbelly. It was the middle of the day on a Saturday, so no was around and the hangar wasn’t facing any open fields. His rental schedule was open for today due to flight restrictions on the area (the president was flying around) I was greeting not by a faceless craft, rather a happy aircraft with a smile. He didn’t move out on his own as the nearby cameras might catch him and I grab the towbar a d drag him out after he had turned back to his ‘lifeless’ form. taking out my cleaning supplies stashed in the hangar I get to work as the sun climbs high in the sky.

At around noon it was too hot to wax him outside so I push Alpha back into the hangar with a little difficulty and close the door to the hangar

I take out the wax and clothes and begin to work. alpha transforms to his living form again and begins to purr as I shine up his wings and I work all the way around his body.

I’d only done this once before, and that had been interrupted before I had gotten to his tail area, the task completed by someone at the flight school. She’d never really asked nor explored his anatomy. But he did have a mate and I had to assume that he had matching sexual organs to go with it. I felt a small twitch inside my body at the thought. It was just that time of week, when her thoughts always went to the weird side of things.

Alpha turned to look back at me questioningly, his propeller twitching like a cat’s nose. I hoped he couldn’t smell my slight arousal at my inappropriate thoughts.

I kneel down and get to work, polishing away streaks, but making a quicker work of it that usual, trying to ignore the way I heard the Archer’s purr get deeper.

After finishing up I turn away and place the waxing clothes away in a small cabinet. As I try to get up the weight of the past stressful week just lands right on my shoulders. I stay there, kneel near the cabinet, staring at the dark gray door I had just closed and sighed. I didn’t get up, just stayed there, breathing waiting. No one would disturb me in my pause of life.

I didn’t notice the way Alpha turned his attention to me.

He sniffed the air quietly and turned around, an impressive feat given the size of the hangar. He rolled forward and gently nudged the area between my legs from behind.

I was shocked out of my reverie by the unexpected touch, a fire of good feeling shoot straight up to my brain as is turn around, losing my balance and falling on my butt. Alpha had the look of a curious dog on his face, like those ones that try to sniff your catch because it’s in their nature.

As aroused as I was by the touch I back up into the wall, trying to place my hand on his propeller nose to stop him. I knew it wouldn’t help. He was an aircraft, much stronger than I was and it appeared he had caught on to my scent.

He forced his way past my hands to nudge my legs open and curiously sniff and nose gently that area. For such a large aircraft it was surprising gentle as it sniffed, enjoying the scent of my arousal.

Then, to my surprise, I saw what I could only describe as tentacles emerge from the body of the aircraft and reach out tugging and feeling all over my clothes looking for purchase to tug them off. One finally found the zipper to my pants and with a bit of manipulating pulled it down as two more trapped the pants legs and pulled the offending garment off. They moved up tot the shirt, quickly finding their way under the shirt’s edge. I did not protest, and lifted my arms as the aircraft pulled at the shirt, helping get it off quicker. Alpha went for the bra next, sliding around it and with a nimbleness I wasn’t expecting, removed my bra and coiled a tentacle around one of my small breasts. I was surprised by the warmth of the metal looking appendage.

I gasp as the tentacle tightened and the end tweaked my now hardened nipple. It felt great, I hadn’t had contact with a male in a while. Sure it had been human males though. This was 100 times better, and it had barely started.

Alpha was aroused, by the look on his face as he moved his free mechanical tentacles down to my underwear. They were nothing special, black ladies briefs, but I knew I had already soaked through them, Alpha got even more excited by this. In my lust I wonder if Alpha could talk. I swore he could speak English but kept the ability even from me, i doubted that he thought I would reveal him and his ‘pack’ here at the airport, maybe it was just so ingrained that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

That stay thought had distracted me enough that I was surprised when Alpha had thrown my panties into the messy pile of clothes, leaving me naked. It was a bit cold in the hangar (the air conditioning for this bloc of hangars wasn’t the best, but it kept the aircraft cool enough in the summer,) and I feel a slight shiver, my nipples hardening from both temperature and arousal.

Quickly Alpha wrapped the appendages around me, one for each leg, and two around my body and arms to hold me up, spreading my legs revealing a vagina swollen with the blood of lust, already wet. He made a pleased sound and took one of his free tentacles and felt carefully around the labia and paused to give a massage to the clit, eliciting a hearty moan.

Encouraged by his success he continued to feel all around her body, finding all the right points which got him the best response.

“You’re a fucking tease Alpha!” I say through clenched teeth as he flicks his tongue over the area, leaving it soaking from his saliva and my juices.

Alpha takes the hint with a bit of a feral smile and he maneuvered me deftly back under his body to the area hear his tail without me touching the ground once.

I look and see that the a metal probe, which was obviously Alpha’s penis. I shiver in both fear and delight. It was much bigger than any guy I had even taken or any toy I had ever played with. He was already dripping a somewhat thick liquid from the tip of his probe. He positions me carefully preluding the warm large appendage to my opening. I moan, trying to buck slightly to get it in. Alpha finally pressed forward slowly sliding the slick appendage inside.

I moan loudly as the aircraft fills me more than I thought possible, stopping as he reached my cervix. It felt great to be so filled. He slowly withdrew and entered to the limit before speeding up slightly. I was moaning quite loudly and I could hear Alpha huffing.

I felt it coming, the impending doom of an orgasm I just ago I scream when Alpha wrapped a tentacle around my mouth preventing the scream and slowed his ministrations to a crawl. I felt so cheated but realized as I heard a neighboring hangar open and close, the aircraft starting up as the pilot called out his checklist and such and got going. All the while Alpha had continued the torturously slow pace.

Finally the sound of the aircraft faded. I felt a bit of hop but Alpha pulled all the way out, for a moment I felt betrayed. Thankfully Alpha was not that sadistic.

He drove his probe forward with a hard thrust, filling me up even more than before. I scream in pleasure and pain, glad for the walls of the hangar and the relative loneliness this Saturday brought around here. He withdraws and thrusts forward again, wrapping the tentacle back around my head and mouth to muffle the pleasure filled screams which the actions elicited.

After quite a few minutes a shiver runs through my body and I squeeze down hard on Alpha’s probe as a powerful orgasm wracks my body. I Heard a cry from Alpha, a sound primitive and filled with lust as his propellers and engines fired once as he orgasmed himself. I feel myself fill up with his cum, my belly expanding much father than ever before.

After such a powerful orgasm I gasp for breath, still filled with Alpha’s probe, the warmth of his cum making me feel wonderfully full and content.

Alpha finally brought me back around in front of him, uncoupling and the thick cum which had filled me flowed out of me onto the ground of the hangar. Alpha unwraps most of his appendages, keeping one around my waist, pulling me close to to his face. I rub his face. Covered in the drippings of cum and sweat and Alpha was covered in a sheen of what she knew was the airplane version of sweat.

“Damn it Alpha.” I breath, trying to sound severe, but knew that her smile gave her away. “Now I have to clean us both off.”

I go over to the nose and drench myself in cold water. I put back on my clothes, ignoring the way everything stuck to my skin. I could just say I had a slight malfunction with the hose. I open the hangar and row Alpha out as he changes from living to ‘lifeless’ and I hose him down again quickly, his wings and fuselage gleaming in the sunlight. I could practically see the after orgasmic glow he held as I push him back into his hangar, I look around quickly and lean forward, giving his now clean hull a long kiss. Alpha changes back to his living form and he rubs his nose propeller against her purring, giving her crotch another nudge in an obvious question.

“Yes, Alpha. We’ll do it again.” I said, rubbing his chin. ” thank you.”