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Texas hold’em

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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…

Boatface redux

by

Boatface2

Even though I was commissioned 4 months ago to create a PBY Catalina morph based off of the “Moon” Cessna seaplane Morph, I never really felt like that version came out how I wanted it to. So I made my own version with a more pronounced “keel chest” to signify her greater “boat nature”. I did a slight mimic of the pontoon legs – but not completely, and the arms and upper body are more robust in keeping with the 2 large prop engines on her back that she is keeping supported near her wings.  Sadly, I had to cut down the size of the wings in order to make them more proportional to the arms, Otherwise I could have gone with oversize arms that reached down to her feet to keep true to the spirit of how long the wingspan truly is on a Catalina. This version is also a more “mature” version, whereas the other version seemed more adolescent. All in all I am hoping that this picture once it is colored can be another real example of how Aeromorphs can be sexy without huge balloon tits and afterburner nozzle rectums.  The guy in this picture is supposed to be there for overall size comparison, But in truth.. in the Atoll Lab verse, female morphs latch onto male humans or male dire machines with a kind of ferocity and sexual excitement seen mostly in regular Dire machines proper.  So this human guy might very well be her boyfriend or mate, and after the photo op is over, shes going to take him to the back of a sandy shack and shag his brains out with her big sea plane booty tail.

Ratbatheli

Someone a while ago asked me what my “planesona” was. I told them that I don’t have one and (as far as FA is concerned) either identify as human, rat, or Dragon. But I thought about what my machinesona would be if I did have one. I ruled out all the bad ass machines because I am neither Bad ass nor nimble, In fact I am fairly fat and capable of only a few things lol. With that in mind I choose the Chinook mainly because its still military, and its chubby.

Ask yourself this, If you had a machinesona what would it be and why?

Of Jet and pilot

by

Annabelle

13:47 23, august, 1942

 

IT was about mid day, clear skies with a couple clouds clumped up towards the edge of the world, or at least what could be considered the end of the world at this height. Marvin was enjoying the sight, the sound of his hurricane’s engine humming peacefully as he went. It was a simple patrol, nothing too serious as most of the German Luftwaffe was grounded from the heavy bombings the Americans where so fond of. However, the peace didn’t last long as there was a sudden howl coming from directly behind him, twisting to see what exactly it was coming from he found that there was a plane flying right next to him.

It was an odd sight, and definitely German, the swastika on the tail made it blatantly obvious. The fighter looked like something out of the sea, almost like a shark, and with the twin rocket pods…no they weren’t rocket pods, they where engines! The engines where belting out an almost hellish scream as orange flames poured from the back of each pod. Marvin was suddenly distracted from the engine as he saw what seamed to be an eye painted on the canopy, an odd place for paint, at least until the RAF pilot could have sworn he saw it move. Blinking to clear his head in the hopes it was just some trick of his mind, the eye then seamed to wink at him before the jet wiggled its wings and took off. The next thing marvin saw was a little black dot disappearing into the horizon followed by a stream of exhaust.

“what the hell was that and where can I get my hands on one….” He stammered before flipping over and hauling ass back to base to inform his CO of the new plane. It didn’t matter whether that plane was for recognizance or not, the Germans where going to find some way to stick guns on it and shoot down anything in there way.

 

18:28 7, march, 1944

 

“s-sir! Your not supposed to be here! I-I will have to ask you to leave, now!” the MP said as he and another attempted to hold marvin back with little success. Ignoring the two MP’s he forged forwards down the hall and finding a pair of double doors leading to a conference room.

“SIR!! Your not allowed here, they are in a meeting right now you need to wait in the lobby, in fact you need to evacuate the facility immediately! This is a restricted area!” the second MP said moving infront of the pilot and planting his hands firmly agasint the intruders chest to stop him from moving farther down the hall. Which resulted in the man being tossed agasint a wall and the double doors practically being kicked off there hinges.

“…the most recent…” the CO trailed off seeing marvin standing in the door, grim determination painted on his face as the pilot stormed his way to the general, slammed his fist on his desk and glared right into his eyes.

“you put me in that jet you have out side right fucking now or so help me I will take it my self.” Steam was almost pouring out of the pilots ears as the engineers murmured to each other quietly. The MP’s came in shortly after that and attempted to remove marvin from the room, until the CO waved a hand towards them.

“Your looking at the biggest court martial I think I will have ever given in the history of my career. Do you understand this?” he responded as marvin didn’t move and kept his steel gaze on the generals eyes.

“I like your determination, whats your name soldier?” the CO asked as Marvin didn’t even flinch.

“sergeant Marvin Struthers.” He replied as the general smiled slightly.

“Williams, when is the next test flight.”

“i-I, tomorrow at 17:00 hours.” The engineer said as the CO nodded slowly and looked back at the sergeant.

“looks like you got a date with 6 ton experimental fighter, you crash it and you will regret it until the day your rotting corps is finally put 6 feet under ground. that is, if we aren’t washing you off the runway.” Giving a quick salute marvin thanked the general before turning around and practically sprinting out the building and only slowing down when he was standing out side the hanger holding the experimental plane…

Annabelle was resting in her hanger, some of the technicians where running post flight checks, refueling her and running the data they had received from that days test flight. She didn’t like having a pilot, they where heavy, and none of the ones who had taken her out into the sky had any idea how to fly her at all. The last three pilots had panic attacks when they attempted to do something out of there comfort zone. One of them even blacked out, the other two got a dose of chloroform vapors and dragged off sight, much to her delight. She soon started to doze a little dreaming of the sky as she flew through the clouds in sweeping motions, rolling lazily through the bright blue sky.

She was suddenly snapped back to reality as a door was slammed abruptly. The technicians moved towards the hanger doors as she quickly re-hid her eyes and mouth as the commotion near the door grew closer. Confused by the chaos she kept an eye on the group as a single man broke from the group and she sighed seeing his flight suit.

‘another pilot, great…’ she mulled to her self as she rolled her eyes behind the see through panels that covered them. Until she saw the look in his eyes. They where a blaze with determination, the chocolate brown pupils burning a hole right through her as she shivered. Her entire being felt hot as a part of her which she had suppressed ever sense she became conscious was tingling in the back of her mind, her landing gear almost gave out on her as she struggle to stay up on all three wheels. A small little nook on her under side, about half way between her tail and wings, started to drip a silvery liquid that looked akin to mercury.

The Gloster Meteor was sitting in the center of the hanger in all its glorious silver color, the lack of paint accenting the appearance of the jet. The light coming from the lamps over head caused the smooth metal to shimmer like the surface of the ocean. her twin engines glistening in sharp contrast with the black holes of her intakes. Both of the De Havilland engines where built into the wings looking as if they had been skewered on each side rather then part of the actual wing. Moving closer to the metallic beast the sergeant placed a hand on the craft, just beneath the canopy on her left side. Oddly enough the metallic side felt warm, and as if it was almost alive and moving beneath his touch. All the while Annabelle was having trouble containing herself, the fell of his hand on her left cheek was sending spasms through her tail.

Sliding the canopy back marvin climbed up to position him self in the pilots seat. The cockpit looked semi familiar, a little alien, and all of it sending shivers down his spin, eager to start learning the new configuration, he climbed straight in. taking his seat and placing a hand on the flight stick. the technicians where attempting to talk the pilot out of the aircraft, until one of the MP’s arrived and informed them of the new pilot, currently sitting in the cockpit learning what every button and switch did. It was going to be one hell of a crash course, but being able to fly the beautiful jet was more then enough reason for marvin to learn every little thing he could about its controls.

Annabelle was surprised at the feverish state the pilot was in when he sat down in her cockpit and eagerly poured his attention into each of the switches and buttons. She was worried, confused, aroused and part of her loved it regardless. His attention to her every switch was turning her on, his hands sailing across her controls with skill and precision of a skilled pilot. Part of her wanted to leave the hanger and fly, throw him into the deep end and see if he could swim. She resisted that urge and let him work her controls over, the sensation causing her landing gear to shake as her entrance dripped with her growing arousal. Though her fantasy was short lived as the mechanics descended on the pilot in an attempt to remove him from the cockpit, finally over coming the shock of the sudden intrusion of there work. she wanted to complain but if the pilot found out about her before he flew her, he wouldn’t even get a chance to prove himself.

Putting up a strong resistance to the mechanics, actually breaking two of there noses before the MP’s arrived and informed the technicians of the situation as they backed off partially. Though they kept trying to tell marvin what each of the controls did regardless of his arguments against there help. Soon he was forced to retire to a bunk for the night, though he stayed there shortly before dressing and returning to the hanger. Once again climbing into the cockpit and going over the controls again and again to make sure he had them burned into his memory before falling asleep in the pilots seat. Annabelle was against the prospect of the pilot sleeping inside her, but there was no way to extract him with out him waking as each time she had tired to pull him from the seat he would stir. When morning rolled around Marvin and Annabelle both woke eagerly, the prospect of the test flight exiting the two, in more then one way.

“Aright Struthers your up, and try not to break it, your flying a bloody expensive plane.” One of the lead mechanics said as the hanger doors opened and Annabelle engine spooled up in excitement. It wasn’t just the cost of the plane that concerned the engineers who worked on the plane, it was the fact that they had discovered she was alive, and could feel pain.

“bah, no need to worry, I know my way around a fighter.” Marvin replied as the Gloster meteor chuckled to her self slightly, her engines whining a little louder as he gave it more fuel. “aright sweet heart, lets see what you can do.” He muttered closing the canopy as the fighter rolled onto the runway, engines scream starting to drown out everything else.

“I want a nice easy run, take her up, do a couple of maneuvers and then land, you got that Struthers?” the general said over the mic as the pilot gave the thumbs up and gunned the throttle catching the meteor off guard as she was suddenly thrown down the run way much faster then any of the other pilots. Marvin loved the feeling of how fast the jet could go as he was slammed into the seat and pinned against it while he pulled back on the stick lifting the experimental fighter into the air and towards the clouds. There was a couple curses and annoyed yells in his ear from the general and the others who where watching, but the pilot didn’t care, he was sitting a jet climbing towards 2 thousand meters faster then any prop plane could take him. Marvin ran through a couple maneuvers, but did them a little more aggressively trying to push the plane to its limits.

“so, how fast have the others managed to get this plane to go?” the pilot asked leveling off and eying the speed dial. He was at about 280 miles an hour at the moment when one of the technicians chimed in over the radio.

“so far no one has gotten over 320 before we tell them to come back and land as there nervs get in the way, BUT! I highly suggest you avoid going over that being as we haven’t tested the airframe past that speed.” The man responded as marvin nodded slightly.

“aright I solemnly promise I wont go over 320, you have my word.” The pilot answered giving a sly smile as Annabelle shivered, she knew what he was going to do and she loved it. His hand resting on the throttle, gripping it tightly in anticipation before pushing it open fully, the twin engines roaring in response as the speed dial continue to climb faster and faster. In a matter of seconds the two where rocketing through the air at 400+ miles an hour, both screaming there heads off in joy. Marvin was experiencing the biggest hard on he had ever had in this life, Annabelle on the other hand felt like she would reach her peak and loose control at any moment. She was forced to slow down to avoid loosing control, at this speed 2 kilometers wasn’t much, and she would rather avoid the risk of being a chard corps.

The pilot was starting to grown on her though, and she knew what she wanted, and she was going to try and get it when they got back to the airfield. Her flaps and rudder twitching in excitement before a transmission sent specifically to her knocked her down a notch or two.

“aright Annabelle, gas him and bring him back, I think that’s enough for today.” She heard the general say over a closed radio channel which the pilot wouldn’t be able to hear. So far the only time they have said that, the pilot failed there little tests and was probably going to be dropped off at some base and told a BS story so they don’t ask any questions. Agreeing in a disgruntled tone, her joy having been shot down for the time being as she was starting to get a little low on fuel. Opening valve to the cockpit she released a gaseous form of chloroform which quickly took its toll on the pilot as he slumped over in his seat.

The meteor flipped over and flew back to the airfield to be refueled and maintained, the fate of the pilot on the other hand bugged her greatly as she was reluctant to let the one person who managed to make her feel so good disappear. during the flight back to the airbase she came to a conclusion and smiled mischievously as she landed. Her manipulator arms wrapped tightly around the unconscious pilot as she touched down and slowly made her way to her hanger, both engines winding down slowly.

“aright Annabelle, if you can pop the canopy we will take care of Struthers here and run you through your usual maintenance.” The head technician said as he approached the jet her engines spooling down to an almost inaudible hum.

“nope.” She replied shaking the front of her fuselage and tightened her grip on the pilot, ‘accidentally’ feeling the bulge at his crotch. she had plans for the pilot and the lab coats weren’t going to get to him before she did.

“what do you mean nope? This isn’t like you at all, normally your shoving them out of the pilots seat as soon as you touch down on the runway.” He said as the others arrived, a few of them in lab coats to collect the unconscious pilot for testing and then most likely dropping him off some where.

“this ones different, so bugger off, your not getting your hands on him until I say you can.” She answered in a slightly annoyed tone, eager to clear the hanger and be alone with Struthers, to not only reveal her self to him, but to ‘reveal’ her self to him.

“If you would please hand over mister Struthers we can perform our tests and be finished.” One of the lab coats said looking at her clipboard which most likely had a list of things they wanted to poke the pilot with.

“shes being stubborn for what ever reason at the moment.” The technician said as the lab coat looked up at the living plane and frowned.

“is she now?” the lab coat asked as Annabelle gently tightened her grip on the unconscious pilot, some of the people in the hanger attempting to open her canopy and remove the pilot.

“Yes, hes mine and you cant have him, this testing was to find a pilot who could push me to the limits and find out just what I can endure. He is more then capable of doing that.” She replied swatting away one of the men who where attempting to pull her canopy back.

“That’s true Annabelle…but I would rather not risk loosing you in the process, we have put considerable amounts of time and money into your creation, the Germans are years ahead of us with there jet technology and we cant afford to take two steps back for every step forward we make.” The general said in his booming voice as every one in the hanger backed away from him and the jet at the same time.

“If that happens then so be it, BUT, this pilot stays with me, no exceptions period. All the other pilots so far have been to afraid to see what my full potential is, this one seams addicted to pushing me to my limits and trying to break them.” She replied as the general paused, looking between Annabelle’s eyes and the unconscious pilot in the cockpit. Thinking over the issue at hand the general paced in the entrance of the hanger, every ones eyes following him curious to know what he would say. coming to a stop he sighed and looked at Annabelle.

“Very well then, I want every one out of the hanger as soon as possible, finish what your doing and get out.” Walking towards the meteor who was now smiling a little he stopped and gave her a stern look. “you reveal you’re a live to him and see what happens, if he panics, hes out and your getting a new pilot before tomorrows finished. Am I under stood?” he finished as Annabelle quickly nodded understanding what the general was expecting of her.

“yes sir!” she replied giving a quick nod as he turned on a heel and made his way out of the hanger, followed by most of the others. The few who lingered in the hanger quickly refueled her before they soon followed the others and closed the hanger doors behind them. Now it was just up to the pilots reaction when he woke up, pulling the man from the pilots seat she placed him on a bench and waited calmly Struthers to wake. She didn’t have anything special planned, she was going to unveil herself and hope his reaction didn’t involve a new pair of undergarments being needed. Eventually Marvin stirred as he sat up on the bench shaking his head in an attempt to clear it from the fog that still lingered. Sitting up he was met by a feminine voice greeting him.

“Hello, I am Annabelle.” The voice said as Marvin paused scanning the hanger to find the source of the voice, his eyes soon finding the meteor smiling cheerfully as her eyes scanned him up and down quickly.

“oh…hey… I am Marvin Struthers, nice to meet you Annabelle.” He replied blinking once again and focusing on the plane once more scrunching his face in confusion. “when did you get eyes and a mouth?” he asked rather abruptly causing the Gloster meteor to laugh relieved and a little happy with his reaction.

“I have always had them, I just kept them hidden up until now, being as you weren’t supposed to know about me. at least not for a while.” She answered as Marvin frowned and stood up, calmly walking towards the plane he stopped and examined her a little more closely.

“and what do you mean by that?” he asked walking around the aircraft slowly until she coughed at him.

“I would prefer you stay, in front of me if at all possible, and the reason is because of how…rare my species is.” She said as marvin walked towards the nose of the plane once more. “which is why most who find out about us, living machines tend to panic. And that is why I am extremely confused about why you haven’t done the same as them.” She finished as he paused and smiled a little.

“well, you wouldn’t be the first of your kind I have met.” He answered taking a seat once more.

“oh? And who might this other living machine be that you have meet before then?” Annabelle asked keeping her eyes on him and wondering if she might have to compete with another machine over the pilot.

“no idea. But it was over northern France, standard patrol when suddenly Me-262 shows up out of no where, gives me a wink and wiggles his/her wings before screeching off towards Germany.” He finished as she arched an eyebrow at her.

“and that was it?” she asked a little confused as Marvin nodded slowly.

“yep, that was it, the only thing that happened with living machines and now its kind of nice to meet one in person, and the fact I have had an obsession with jets pretty much ever sense that point.

“oh…?” Annabelle asked in a rather teasing voice, the sound of her interest growing slowly with her lust.

“mhmm, pretty much the reason why I am sitting here in front of you right now, hell I was looking at one hell of a court marshal just to be here and fly you.” He finished smiling at her.

“is that correct?” she asked in a slightly growling tone, her manipulator arms twisting in an attempt to stay her desires.

“oh yea, I was practically wanting to fuck a jet at that point after I first saw it.” Marvin said truthfully and not quite realizing the impact of his words as he was suddenly knocked off balance and found him self much closer to the jets fuselage.

“well, you have the chance now, so why not take it?” she panted pulling him a little closer to her mouth, her engines spooling up slowly with her excitement.

“I don’t…what the fuck why the hell not, I will probably get to do everything else with a jet and my luck with women is shit.” He replied feeling one of her hands making its way into his flight suit.

“that was quick, now lets get you out of this.” She hissed eagerly tearing at his clothing which quickly disappeared, before Marvin could protest Annabelle was silencing him with her mouth. any other questions he would have had disappeared quickly as the taste of her silvery saliva consumed his mind to a point, electing a different question which quickly disappeared in the interest of enjoying the moment.

“Fuck that was a good kiss…” marvin said as they parted a little shorter for breath, his heart beating away in his chest as her engines screamed a little louder.

“and there’s more to come.” She teased one of her hands eagerly stroking his member.

“well fuck me.” he muttered interested to see what would be happening next.

“that’s the plan.” Annabelle replied before gently kissing his chest before positioning him in such a way that his member was easier for her to get at.

“I walked right into that one…” marvin said as the Gloster meteor had basically lost interest in what he was saying and was now focusing more on the rock hard shaft inches away from her mouth. finally taking note of the situation at hand marvin paused as he turned a bright red. “w-what the hell are you doing??” he asked quickly eyeing her as his member got closer to her parted lips.

“having a taste of the main course.” She answered as her tongue coiled around his hard cock sending a shiver through the pilot at the sudden sensation of her tongue.

“f-fuck!” he stammered placing his hands on her nose cone to try and steady himself even though her arms where doing a much better job at that. Moving her tongue slowly at first she soon pulled the pilot into her mouth and tightened her grip around his member. Letting it sit in her mouth for a short while, the feeling pouring through her airframe and causing her engines to scream a little louder in excitement. Marvin was about to speak until Annabelle started to move him, slowly at first but gradually building up speed. ‘g-god damn this is amazing!’ the pilot thought to himself as the pleasure continued to grow in his groin. Each thrust causing a little moan to escape as he was used as a sex toy for the time being.

“i-I ca….ca…” he tried to warn as Annabel changed her focus from his shaft to his face her engines kicking up dirt and scorching the ground as his expression caused her lust to skyrocket. Curious to hear what he had to say she slowed and sensually pulled his shaft from her mouth, just in time to have a thick rope of his seed soon followed by a few more, land on her fuselage.

“oooh!” she cried in excitement before lapping at the creamy fluid on her face.

“h-holy fuck….” Marvin gasped trying to catch his breath as he was let down to the cold grown to rest, the meteor a little to focused on the new substance.

“mmm, delicious.” She cooed collecting the rest of his seed and eagerly cleaned off his deflating shaft not wanting to waste a drop.

“bloody hell…just…give me…a couple minutes…” he muttered thinking that she was tying to get it back up again.

“why?” she teased cleaning off the last little bit of his seed before picking him up once more in her arms. “I have a little plan for you, if you don’t mind returning the favor.” She teased slowly pulling him beneath her airframe, a little curious, he eyed her underbelly as she drew him closer to her tail. Soon a small opening in her underside came into view, a silver liquid was flowing from the slit as she brought him closer to the opening.

“w-wait, is that..?” he started as Annabelle giggled pushed his head towards her nether.

“mhmm, now give it a taste and see how you like it.” She replied lowering her self down towards his face, her engine pods soon resting on the ground. cautiously he extended his tongue towards the four inch long line that dripped the hot liquid onto his face. swallowing dryly he pulled himself closer and gently licked the smooth and soft flesh, it was hot and nearly burned his tongue but in the same instance he tasted her fluids. The flavor caused Marvin to tingle as the warm liquid flowed through his body quickly followed by a wave of heat that kicked his reasoning out the window. Before he knew what was happening Marvin found him self feasting on the living machines slit eagerly drinking down the silver liquid as it poured from her depths.

“aaaaaaaaaah! Yes just like that! Don’t stop!” Annabelle hissed arching her back and pushing his face into her nethers a little harder as his tongue slipped into her folds and teased a much louder moan from the horny plane. The more he teased her the more fluid seeped from the living machine which only drove him deeper inside of her folds, his tongue dancing across the soft warm flesh. Making sure he had a firm grasp on her airframe he moved his tongue faster, lapping and licking at the hot liquid that was proving to be the beginning of an addiction. ‘She made me cum, its only fair I do the same to her.’ he growled to himself as Annabelle’s moans and cries of pleasure only caused the pilot to lust after the jet even more.

The twin de Havilland engines roaring with her excitement, the temperature, and the size of the scorch marks on the ground growing with each little lick and kiss that Marvin made. It wasn’t long before his merciless assault overwhelmed the meteor, her engines flaming out as she cried out in pleasure nearly drowning the pilot in her fluids. Taking her juices by the mouth full marvin tried to gulp down the flood of liquid silver before moving away coughing and sputtering. Laying beneath the jet fighter marvin inhaled deeply and caught his breath enjoying the tingly feeling that was flowing through is body at the moment.

“ah….oh! i-I am…so …sorry.” Annabelle panted, her engines starting up again and staying at a low hum. Marvin coughed again and chuckled patting her underbelly slightly.

“its… perfectly alright, I shouldn’t have been so greedy.” He answered kissing her underbelly and spinning himself around, Annabelle’s fluids having revitalized him to a point. “now then…” he paused smiling at the jet who had moved just enough to see him. “…shall we go on?” The tip of his shaft gently prodding at her underside exciting her once more as her engines continued to spool up once more. she wiggled in excitement as his prodding member rubbed against her warm belly electing an excited cry from the lusting plane.

“OH YES! Yes yes yes!!! COME ON MARVIN! TAKE ME!” she growled one of her hands firmly grasping his member and pressing the tip agasint her moist nethers. The pilot inhaled sharply as his cock started to pierce her folds gently spreading her wet lips, the head disappearing completely inside of her.

“h-HOly FUcK!!” Marvin hissed as her cave wrapped his shaft in a tight and warm grip. Annabelle moaned in pleasure as she held her pilot tightly in her arms, her hands sliding into his.

“That’s it my love…” she whispered slowly lowering her self onto his cock which eagerly twitched as he pushed farther up into her and hten slowly pulling out. “Nice and slow.” Marvin grit his teeth as the pressure around his shaft started to swell, her folds clamping down on his shaft as he made shallow thrusts into her, though gradually building speed and depth with each one.

“Oh Y-YES! Fuck me harder!” she growled starting to slam her tail into his pelvis ridding her pilot eagerly as her engines roared louder with each thrust.

“YE-YES MA’AM!!!” he replied gripping onto her hull tightly before slamming into her hilting his cannon into her folds as she ‘hopped’ on her landing gear in surprise.

“OH YES!!!” came her reply as she slammed her self down onto him once more as she held him tightly against her under side. Marvin pulled out as she pulled up and his shaft popped free for but a moment before she had pulled it deep inside her once more and continued to force her self down on his shaft as they vigorously drove closer and closer towards the edge of climax. Their combined movements bringing Marvin closer to finishing as he realized Annabelle wasn’t nearly as close as he was to the edge of finishing. Sliding a hand along her belly he reached towards where they where connected to find a bump at the top of her entrance, smiling to him self between moans he gently pressed his fingers against the button. Annabelle gasped above him as her engines screamed with her skyrocketing pleasure, it wasn’t long before he made a final thrust which she allowed to go much deeper then any others before it. A little shocked at the sudden chance in texture marvin lost it as he held on to her tightly his cream pouring into her depths as she clamped down around him screaming in pleasure.

“YES!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!” she screamed as the flood of seed into her depths, her engines flaming out as her walls pulsed along his length milking him of everything he had to give. Gritting his teeth as he was rocked by the strongest orgasm he had ever had, the shear pleasure causing him to go numb as the only thing which held him up where her arms. Her juices soaked marvins waist as she managed to hold in the cream she was so interested in keeping. It sent a thrilling sensation through her body, not being sure if his seed was potent enough to take with in her womb or if it was a futile attempt, in the end she didn’t care both her and her lover where satisfied.

When they both regained there senses from the overwhelming bliss they shared she gently caressed her lover holding him tight to her belly. Marvin wriggled slightly still lodged firmly in her depths, realization struck him, his brain piecing together the potential severity of what just happened.

“f-fuck! I am so sorry!” he said quickly as Annabelle looked in his direction quizicaly, her hands still playing with his hair gently.

“whats the matter?”

“i-I fucked up, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to…” he stammered trailing off slightly.

“finish inside? Its perfectly fine, I don’t know if its even possible for you to impregnate me…” she paused shortly giving him a few reassuring stokes her airframe humming slightly in joy. “And If you do, well, I would be more then happy to raise a child with you.” She finished holding him tightly agasint her underbelly.

“if you say so…” he answered kissing her underside, the warmth, gentle vibrations and her loving caresses easing his panicked mind. “I guess that leaves nothing to do but play the waiting game.”

“And do tests, the least interesting thing I want to do, But I think getting to ride my test pilot makes up for that.” She teased as Marvin chuckled and patted her belly.

“I think that sounds like something I can live with.” Came his response as they wished each other a good night and drifted into the waiting arms of exhaustion. They embraced lovingly as they dreamed about the days to come and what they might hold in store for them.

 

Well that was fun!

I enjoyed writing this and i hope you all enjoy reading it! feed back is much appreciated, Thank you for reading and i should have the three way story finished relatively soon -hopefully- not to mention the four+ other stories i have rolling around in my head at the moment.

Success!

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Petra

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Edit: 1/5/2015* Did it lol. Hes banging 2 German women now.

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First drawing of the year I wanted to do an Illustration of Cerebralerror’s character “Petra” but I wanted it to be a 3 some between a human man, and the 2 Messerschmidts 262 and bf-109.  After 2 Days I failed to produce the results I was looking for , Turns out it’s very hard to draw a human man fucking 2 WWII airplanes at once. (whoda thunk?) I had to get rid of the 109 from the top pic.. and now I am desperately trying to think of what I could draw under Petra to make this pic a 3 some. I drew myself some notes to go off of, But its easier said then done.  I think its Going to have to be the left and middle panel to the rescue.

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Commission : The daughter or Anya and Chase

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DinaWhile im still finishing up the last commission I attempted to pencil up this little diddy.

Delta came up with the name “Dina” So before I knew about this I put “Duscha” as a working title. (my track record for female Russian names isn’t so good..) But under female baby names Duscha I read means : soul; sweetheart; term of endearment. Its also a play on words because shes Dual wielding 2 DShk 50 cal heavy machine guns also nicknamed the “Duscha”.

“The terrorists were surprised to find that while it was publicly known that Chase Weber had a daughter, none could believe that this daughter was in fact partly to his Helicopteress miss Anya Mil. Standing 12 feet tall, with a massive rotor blade and a tail that swished like a cat, the assailants where unprepared. When they broke into the office, the daughter shot all but one to the last man with the hugest guns anyone has ever seen wielded in both hands. The final man was taken into custody and questioned.”

Please don’t make me give her bigger tits delta..pleaaasee. Xo

d4ffc6535a3c81278293ac69bdb0d005707225c9^ courtesy of aerobooru.org

Commission: Full Vernin

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tmorphpornI actually wanted to go with a different pose for 2 reasons: reason one is that this pose is very similar to a megatron transformer commission I did one or 2 years ago (their body types are very similar and that’s probably why I ended up drawing it like this.)  Reason no 2. is that the original tankmorph porn fantasy I had at the “Pleasure hangar” part of the Atoll Lab story, was using the first tankmorph I made “Chard” and he had pulled both of the legs of a girl up against her chest and drilled her pussy till she came. It was very sexual, but you couldn’t see his face and for this I wanted something a little more tender for Finn’s commish. I Sorta regret not doing a side shot of them fucking while leaning against a tree..  honestly.. Maybe I can redeem myself later…

(note to self, use both legs up- pussy drilling, and side shot loving in 2 pictures for later)

Oh one last thing.. If you are wondering about her arms, legs,feet… this is like.. extremely corrupted physical change. You start growing armor on your hands and feet after several years of man machine relationship. Most of the time you don’t see it because the humans wear socks and shoes, but this as you could imagine makes your feet and hands hard enough to be a deadly weapon if you aren’t careful. Male Morphs can retract their penis back into their own bodies if they need to but typically don’t due to discomfort. They instead wear the loincloths like all the other morphs do.. but they have a couple of left over additional tendrils from the Dire mother or father’s side that they can use for a variety of things.

Epic APC/FV Medley

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BTRYURII don’t plan to draw anymore APC’s anytime soon because most of the ones that I like are super similar in design, Including anything that Stryker makes (tho suppose I could have tried for the Australian Bushmaster tho..) . I settled on yet ANOTHER Russian man, the BTR-90.. and as a consolation prize followed up on Amethystlongcat (the only other artist who draws machine on human porn) for her pic in this rare but awesome 1950’s APC design the Alvis Saracen.

I had felt that nothing could be better then the Vadik pic (BRDM-2) and so, set out one last time to try some post coital massage and afterglow with some big-ass military transport. The Alvis one is definitely pre coital however because Longcat is a huge Slut for machines and a marke’d britishphile (hence the union jack)

I tried to be a little more relaxed, a little more affectionate in this picture, But I wanted this to be more about the machines themselves and their enjoyment (since its usually the girls I focus on). VnzsLOe

..More drunkie art

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tomcatlove

drunkieart

+ 6 glasses of champagne.

Also, turns out my cousin is a furry. o.o

Also, I’m going to stop using Russian words and phrases. In almost every pic I am seriously wrong about something when a real Russian person comes along. They inform me of what the word means, and I feel fucking stupid. The latest being that “Fedya” is a male name. tbh, Im keeping it– it sounds female to me. But Im not going to muck around with other languages anymore.