You can be amazeingly smart, and amazeingly dumb too.

This week I scored a 96% on 2 school exams ANNND I completed a piece of art on the same day. You’d think I was on top of the world with how on a roll I am right now. But Pulling straight A’s in all of my classes like a boss, and doing art,  took it’s toll, Because I was in a car accident that could have been 100% avoided had I just slept for 8 hours the previous night. On Tuesday I fell asleep at the wheel on the freeway during rush hour. I hit a truck, and spun out in a 720 before coming to a stop in a construction median. It was a miracle that I didn’t die/get injured/injure someone else/kill someone else. The cost of being a fucking dumb ass, is that my car may in fact be totaled. I put people at risk, and for that- I am an asshole.  I will get the appraisers report back on Tuesday to see if they will be willing to fix my car or if I’ll be going shopping for something out of the hertz lot. I may not deserve my car back but–

Please Please Please ye Gods, please fix my kia. (now to cheer myself up..)

Official M50 commercial spoofs on the British version of Topgear.

Season 5 of walking dead cant fucking happen fast enough IMO. (I watch Vikings, The walking dead, and Game of thrones. those are my shows)

 

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NEW LIVING MACHINE PORN STORIES

Battleship sex
•story by Admiralstarknight (author of the alpha story)
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.

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• When in Russia ( story by Delta-x3 the guy who did the nighthawk story)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14470016/

My second Living machine story based from the artwork of the ever brilliant ratbat

An American embassy guard in Russia is invited for a “personal tour” with a Mi-24 helicopter.

When in Russia:

-Personal journal entry 451: 8 May 2022

-I took leave for the week to see the Victory Day parade in Red Square to get some time away from guarding the embassy. They’re having a preview day where they will be having static displays of a lot of the vehicles and weapons systems that will take part in the Parade tomorrow. Being an American in Moscow at the moment isn’t the easiest thing but I can speak the language and I will have Leonid with me in case any problems should arise (he’s ex-Spetsnaz so he can kill with three fingers but only needs two).

“Leonid!” Chase shouted trying to find the only person he knew in this massive assemblage of people. The two had been separated by a mob of people swarming across the square leaving him almost alone in the amongst the aircraft on display in the square.

“Loose something American?” He heard a female voice say from behind him.

Was it that obvious he thought to himself. Alone, he hesitantly turned around expecting to be verbally assaulted yet again and this time without Leonid there to get the assailant off his back. To his amazement it was not just anyone but a Mi-24P attack helicopter. This was not his first time encountering one of the living machines but somehow they always managed to surprise him and this time he stood face to face with a mighty Mi-24.

“You looking for someone?” she repeated as he caught himself staring at her.

“Yes umm. Da” he tried piecing together his best Russian “Leonid Krevski, white, 1.9 meters tall” his voice tapered off as he realized how futile it was trying to describe him to a stranger.

“We can talk English if you like, mine is not bad” which was true despite the thick Russian accent “I do not get to practice much but I will try.”

Chase was relieved, she seemed friendly, more so he was intrigued, this was a Hind, an extremely effective attack helicopter and a personal favorite of his and now one was having a conversation with him. A difficult thing to wrap his mind around to say the least. “I lost the person I came with in that big crowd”

“He’s probably over looking at the new Ka-113X with everyone else” she replied her mood souring a little “you could go and watch the demonstration and find him”

“I’d rather not, too many people and I’ve seen the 113X on the internet and I don’t really like the look. I’d really rather wait here and talk to the first Mi-24 I’ve ever met” she seemed to perk up a little “I’m guessing you don’t like the 113?” he said.

“No, I guess I’m jut a little, how do you say it, envious” she said a little embarrassed that she had been so transparent “It’s just that its the 113’s first show and its my last, they’re retiring me after this year. The golden eagles will be all Havocs after this one”

“I don’t see how they could do that” Chase said “you’re a legacy, the foundation of Russian attack helicopters. Mi-24s are without rival the best and definitely best looking helicopters ever made” he noticed he had begun to get over excited but then noticed what else he had done. This was one for the books, he had actually made a Hind blush.

Their conversation carried on for over an hour ranging from war theory to personal past to preferred ways to un-jam a DshK. Her name was Anya, last remaining Hind in service in the Russian Air force Golden Eagle aerial show team. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her every time she mentioned her imminent retirement. Were it his choice such a prize bird would never be forgotten.

He noticed a figure walking towards them “There he is” Chase said “its a Honor getting to talk to you Anya, I wish we had more time.”

She paused a second considering something “If you want a more personal tour you could come to my hangar tonight

“Definitely” he replied concealing his excitement.

“Go to the Barrikadnaya Metro station at Midnight”

“There you are” Leonid exclaimed in Russian as he approached the two “don’t get lost like that, cant have you getting mugged.” Not acknowledging Anya which was not uncommon in Russia, the living machines were not held in the same regard as in the US, they had yet to really accept them as more than the machines they once were, a point of friction currently in the State Duma.

“Lets go” and the two walked off. Chase hoped she was insinuating what he thought she was. It was either that or he would get to the meeting spot and there would be a van of masked men with black bags waiting.

-Personal Journal entry 452: 7 May 2022

-So I’ve been invited for an evening with a Mi-24 Attack helicopter named Anya. Crazy right? I don’t know what she has planned but I’m hopefully optimistic. It could be the FSB trying to nab up an embassy guard but that’s not likely… I hope.”

Chase stood at the metro entrance, wrapped tightly in his “soviet special” double breasted overcoat and fur hat. Leonid had advised against him going out alone at night but this was worth the risk, an evening with Anya.

The street was nearly deserted when he saw a set bright lights coming his way accompanied by the roaring of a heavy engine. Breaks squealed loudly as the BRDM 2 scout car came to a rapid stop in front of him. “Are you Chase?” a voice said in Russian. It took him a second to process it but the voice came from the vehicle itself. Another living machine Chase thought to himself, two in one day was quite a stretch but at least it wasn’t a black van with head bags. “we haven’t got all day crawl in, Anya sent me.”

Chase nodded and crawled up the side of the armored car and into the side seat.

“Anya sent me to pick you up” the machine said in a gruff Russian voice “I am Vadik. A friend of Anya’s”

“She sent you to come get me? Where is she?” $300 of language software finally paying off.

“Believe it or not American , this may be Russia but landing a helicopter in the middle of a street draws attention here also”.

Chase nodded, Thinking of it now, it made sense.

“She is at the Kubinka air base.”

“How do you know her” He could hardly hear himself think over Vadik’s engine

“Her and I have been at Kubinka for a long time. My model has not seen combat in a long time so I just pull planes around. I once pulled a An-225 solo” personal pride filling the scout car’s voice. “It shouldn’t be to long before were there, put on the helmet if you value your hearing.”

They drove for just over an hour until they reached the airbase.

“Stay quiet” Vadik said as they rolled up to the gate. A guard stepped out of his box. “Open the gate you drunk Siberian bastard” Vadik shouted at the guard.

The guard walked to his front “And why should I let you in you old hunk of scrap metal”

“Because if you don’t I’m going to run you over and use you to paint the runway”

They both stared at one another for a moment then eroupted in laughter “get your ass out of here before you rust all over everything” the guard replied as he hit the button opening the heavy metal gate. Vadik’s engines roared as he rolled through the gate.

“alright we’re in” Vadik said his tone becoming serious “just be careful who you tell of this, whatever you two do, remember that in Russia any relations between two Living machines is forbidden and even more so between the living machines and humans”

They drove through the open door of a well lit hanger and Chase climbed out. There she was, he hadn’t been able to take his mind off her all day.

“Chase! I’m glad you came” she said smiling as he jumped down. “Thanks for this Vadik”

“No problem, anything for you krasavitsa” Vadik said backing out.

Chase stood there looking at her, not sure how to start the conversation luckily she started it first. “I wasn’t sure you would actually come, but I’m glad you did” she said smiling at him “I got something for this evening” she motioned to a table with a tall glass bottle of Plinkova Elite Vodka.

Chase walked over and picked up the elaborately simple bottle “Isn’t this stuff like 800 dollars a bottle?”

She nodded “Da, Russians make the best vodka”

The bottle hissed as Chase broke the seal and poured a glass. At the first sip the elite quality of this vodka was evident.

“You like” she asked.

“I’ve never had this expensive of vodka before, its amazing”

“I’m glad you like it”

“So about this personal tour, what exactly does that entail”

“What do you want to see”

Chase took off his overcoat and gloves and placed them on the table “you don’t mind if I get more comfortable, I’ve never toured a hind and I take my tours very seriously.” This made her smile. He finished the glass of vodka as he loosened his tie. She shifted anxiously as he began unbuttoning his white undershirt. Two hours a day at the gym had finally paid off showcasing for Anya a toned fit physique.

“You take care of yourself well” she said “The human body is such a beautiful thing, its a shame you all keep them covered up”

“We don’t have the benefit of armor plating” Chase replied slipping out of his trousers. She licked her lips as she looked him from head to toe. “In Russia it would be nearly impossible for a vehicle to find a human willing to take the risk of being caught with a machine but to find one like you is beyond dreaming. Is this more common in America?”

“It’s not against the law like it is here. People have come to accept machines but most would still not have intimate relations with a machine, just us lucky few who see the the beauty in the machines we meet.”

“So tell me have you been with machines before?”

“A few” he replied.

“You know Chase” she said “This may be my last chance for love, I don’t know what they have planned for me after this parade is over. So do this one thing for me. Make love to me, make love to me like you never have before.” A request he would most willingly grant.

He slowly walked up to her took a knee moved his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and smooth not what he expected of an armor plated helicopter like her. Her lips parted as he pressed his to hers and could already feel the warmth of her mouth as his tongue entered and was met by hers. Her hot breath was against his face as he tasted her tongue, her mouth had a metallic sweetness to it a taste he quickly came to love. It was a wonderful feeling kissing this helicopter.

She could have easily covered his entire face with her tongue but she wanted him to enjoy this as much as she was so she just allowed the end to dance with his, occasionally allowing hers to enter his mouth and feel around the inside of his lips and cheeks and deeper into his mouth. She had to make sure not to go to deep remembering humans used their mouths to breathe. Chase was intrigued by the taste, it was intoxicating and strangely addictive causing this kiss to last for over ten minutes of oral exploration. He had to be cautious of her razor sharp teeth, she was a predator after all, and a dangerous one at that, but also one who had chosen him to be a lover for the night.

A few seconds of deep breathing were required for Chase to catch his breath after they broke contact. She enjoyed humans, there was something more to them than making love to a machine. They were soft and flexible and had an interesting taste to them, a taste that she endulged her self with every chance she got. Mechanical tendrils extended from her underbelly, supporting him as she leaned him back. She extended her tongue putting it at his belly button and slowly began drawing it up his body, over his chest and along the ridge of his neck finally ending at the tip of his chin. She rolled her tongue back into her mouth savoring the taste “I’m going to enjoy this.”

She let him return to his feet “Is it customary in america to start with oral” Chase laughed, she had been watching to much american porn. He went over and grabbed his overcoat from the table and laid it on the ground “Is it customary in Russia to return the favor” he said removing his boxers laying on his coat and propping himself up on his elbows.

Seeing a Mi-24 bearing down on you with such deliberate intent is a profound expirence and an exiprence seldom survived, then add a set of eyes fixed on the target, ready to strike. Anya bowed down on her front landing gear, raising her tail end in the air and moved in between his legs. She slid her tongue up along his inner thighs allowing his package to rest momentatily on her tongue and licked all the way up his shaft until the tip of her tongue met the tip of his erection then took the whole thing in her mouth. He let his head fall back closing his eyes as she began to work magic with that tongue of hers.

“mmmh you’re good at this” Chase said leaning up and rubbing his hand on her cheek as she kept at it. He’d been with a couple cars, a battle tank, an IFV and a rather peculiar Mig-35 but there was something special about having this Soviet era warbird in his lap. This was a different level of enjoyment. “woah there, lets not end this before it ever get started. Now its my turn.” He pulled himself from her maw a string of thick airplane saliva trailing it.

“Step back” she said “lets make this more comfortable”. With a whirring of servos her rotors shifted, moving until they all pointed to her tail locking with a series of mechanic clicks. Then to Chase’s surprise, folding her wing under she rolled onto her side, exposing her tender gray underbelly.

“You know how long I’ve longed to be with a Hind” he said as he ran his fingers along her belly feeling her body admiring her unique form. Ocasionally he felt the sanded over indentation of a bullet impact. In this vulnerable position he had almost neglected to remember she was a seasoned veteran of combat the world over.

“Even before machines came to life I was in love with them, I wanted one to hold for myself, to touch, to feel, and now I’m here about to make love to one.” He came to a stop between her landing gear feeling the soft wet lips of her vagina. This was it, his dreams would come true tonight with this bird. He knelt down and could already heel the heat emminating from her and the droplets of fluid at the edges indicated she was already aroused. Slowly he closed his eyes extended his tongue, moving his face closer and closer until his tongue met the wet lips of this Hind’s pussy. He could begin to taste her as his tongue penetrated. It was glorious , he had to open his mouth to allow his tongue to enter to its fullest, closing his mouth he began to suck her tender lips, his tongue writhing about as trying to find something in the dark. He could feel Anya begin to squirm as he went down on her, making out with her nether regions. She could feel every movement his tongue made inside her sending intense bolts of pleasure through her nervous system. He then pulled out a littler and began running his tongue slowly up and down the perimeter of her opening, her fluids seeping into his mouth making him light headed as the chemicals in her fluids interacted with his physiology causing his body to vamp up the production of Ednorphins which made him slip into a state of euphoric bliss as he continued to service her. Feeling her soft synthetic tissues against his skin was increasingly arousing causing drops of pre cum to fall from him onto the wheel of her landing gear. He withdrew from her, his face covered in her lubricants, drops dripping from his chin.

“I don’t think you’re done yet” she said, grabbing his head with her tendrils tilting it to the side and forcing his face into her vagina sinking his mouth chin and nose into her. He willingly played along with her, his tongue lapping at her insides. Anya bit her lip to stop herself from yelling aloud, this was a special treat for her and knew she could get away with it because she could tell he was deep within her thralls. She released him “So how did you like that moy lyubovnik” she said as he caught his breath. He just smiled at her, his face glossed with her lubricants.

He came to his feet. He would make her pay for that and pay dearly. “Oh, you like games do you, well try this one on for size”. He took the fingers of his left hand and began massaging her clit immediately rendering her incapable of saying anything further as she groaned with pleasure. He took his other hand and began rubbing it up and down the opening of her dripping wet pussy. “what about this” he said as he grasped her clit between his palm and fingers rubbing it vigorously. She wasn’t able to hold it after this and let out a deep moan of pleasure, fearing someone might hear her she quickly stifled herself gritting her teeth together. Now, Satisfied with his work he decided it was time for the good part.

Removing his hand from her clit he fed both hands into her slit and began massaging both sides “Anya, are you ready to get this started”. With a smile she nodded. Using both hands he spread her lips apart and placed his dick in the opening then let the sides go letting them slap together on it. He put one foot on the wheel of her bottom landing gear and grasped the bar of opposing landing gear for support.

Slowly he pushed himself deep inside her until his waist squished against her pussy, feeling the warmth of her wrapped around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. He moved in and out of her with such ease. Slowly pulling half way out then going as deep as he could, repeating the process over and over, going gently on her. Using his free hand he started playing with her clit and again she began to moan and squirm “Well, Hinds do have a weak spot” he though to himself.

He was amazed by her level of resistance, any normal girl would have came by now, even a machine. Thinking about it he was surprised he hadn’t yet either, so far the sex with her had been heads above the rest. Female machines had a unique aspect to their reproductive organs. The inside of the vagina was laced with millions of adaptive nerve dendrites that would provide her the same amount of stimulation from Chace’s human genetile as that of a girthy T-90 tank.

“Are you going to play around all night or are you actually going to fuck me” she said beckoning for more “Trust me you cant hurt me, do your worst”. Chase accepted her challenge and kicked it into high gear “As you wish my dear”. Thrusting as hard as he could into this gunship his waist slapped against her underbelly, drops of sweat rolling down his back as he proceeded to make love to her with an intensity she had never expirenced from a human before. He used every but of strength he had to give her exactly what she wanted and was satisfied to gear her moans of pleasure echo through the empty hanger. Her tendrils embraced him holding him tightly to her body one running its manipulator “fingers” through his hair.

He didn’t want this sensation to end but he could feel the climax coming so he slowed his thrusts hoping to delay the inevidible. His grip in her landing gear tightened as the tremors of the climax began to shoot through him. “Chase don’t fight it, cum in me”. The both of them could feel this climax coming, Chase had no idea how but somehow he could tell as if he could feel what she was feeling. As he felt the climax arrive he felt something new something he hadn’t felt with any other machine or human he had been with. The feeling was like nothing he could describe. It seemed to spread across his entire body occupying every fiber of his being. He wondered if this was the bond that he’d heard of. It had to be, nothing else could explain how he felt in this moment. He could already feel somehow connected to her and a desire to be intertwined with her forever. His body quivered as he deposited his entire load inside her. He could feel her airframe shake as she to felt the intensity of the orgasm they seemed to be having together. Unlike him she knew what this meant, the two would be bonded, the touch of another would never feel the same, they would long for eachother every second of the day. This would make their seperation unbearable but it also meant she had finally met someone compatable with her, what humans would call a solemate.

Chase could hardly stand, his head still clouded with euphoria, her fluids slowly rolling down his legs as they separated “was that…” he said running out of breath half way through.

“Yes, I believe it was moya dorogaya”

“What does that mean”

“That we were made for each other”

It took him a minute to process this. She released him from her grasp “So did you enjoy that” she said moving back onto her landing gear and turning to face him once again.

“Any, there aren’t words in either of our languages to describe what I just felt” He said walking to her face and placing a kiss on the glass of her cockpit.

“So the real question is are you ready for round two” She certainly was relentless.

After two hours, three climaxes and every ounce of energy between the two they fell asleep on a mattress Chase had stolen from a crew ready room.

Chase awoke to the roar of a flight of Migs taking off on the runway just outside, while the early morning sun bathed the inside of the hangar in bright light. Anya had fallen asleep with her chin resting on his chest. He couldn’t bear waking her so he just watched her sleep, glad last night hadn’t been just a dream.

He heard the hangar door begin to slide open sending panic through him and rousing Anya from her sleep. What would someone say if they walked in on him laying naked with the Hind. He was relieved when he saw the angular hull of a BRDM 2 roll through the door.

“Good morning Vadik” Anya said as he closed the large door behind him.

“Anya” he said a sense of urgency in his voice “your aircrew just came through the gate, we’ll have to get him out of here before they get here which is about 15 minutes.”

“Looks like theres no time for a long goodbye” she said to Chase as she moved off him “I hope this isn’t the last time we’ll see eachother” there seemed to be a hint of a question at the end of her sentence.

“I’m going to visit you every chance I get” Chase said redressing himself and wiping away the remnants of their love making.

“I hate to break you two up” Vadik butted in “but we have to find a way to get him out of here. They’re doing the checks at the gate both in and out because of the parade. We’ve been having officers and state officials arriving all morning so security is tight.”

Vadik and Anya stared at Chase trying to create a plan on how to smuggle him out.

“you know who he looks like…” Anya said.

“don’t even think it” Vadik replied.

“admit It he looks just like him”

“What are you two talking about” Chase said a little confused.

“Anya thinks you could pass off as Minister Milonovich, but bad idea, very bad idea.”Vadic said.

“Well its either that or have him go to the gate guard and say” she switched to a sarcastic accented english “Good morning comrade gate guard. I just snuck onto your airbase to have a booty call with one of your helicopters. Would you be so kind as to let me out.”

“Anya, you’re lucky you’re my favorite. Alright Chase grab that vodka bottle, get in, put your collar up and don’t say anything.” Vadik said turning to Chase “Try to act hungover. Minister Milonovich is known for being a drinker.”

“I guess I’ll see you at the parade today” Chase said looking to Anya.

“I’ll be watching for you. After the show I’ll be doing display again come see me then” Anya said. Chase could tell she didn’t want to part but then again neither did he.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment “A kiss for good luck”

“knock em’ dead Anya” He said then giving her a lingering kiss before being broken up by Vadik. “Alright you two we have to go”. Chase reluctantly got in and they exited the hangar.

They approached the exit gate which was manned by a different guard than the night before “Now where are you going” the burly guard asked as they approached.

“Red square, I have a discrete VIP”

“Who”

“See for yourself”

The guard slung his AK and crawled up, peering in the crew area. Chase was propped up against the side, appearing to be asleep with the bottle of vodka in his lap. The guard was surprised at who he thought he saw but not surprised as to why he would chose a more discrete mode of transportation such as this “Alright carry on”

The heavy metal gate screeched open and they exited.

“Thanks for everything Vadik” Chase said sitting up straight in the seat. “you seem to be a sort of care taker for her”

“I take care of all the living aircraft at Kubinka. Anya can be impulsive from time to time so I have to help her out with things sometimes. She’s still my favorite though.”

“Have you and her ever…you know…”

“Once or twice, We all have needs”

They stopped a few blocks from red square where he was to meet Leonid in a hour “I doubt this is the last time we’ll be seeing eachother so until next time dosvidaniya”

Chase gave him a nod as he departed, Anya still on his mind.

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Tankmorph story: (please note this story came from a text RP )

 

 

[9/14/14, 3:09:44 PM] R: In the crowds today was a particular enthusiast- of course at tank fest there are nothing But enthusiasts but this one is different. The event lasts for 3 days and at it are displays of many WWII tanker reenactments including their machines, their weapons, and the troops of that old time. It was a celebration of old technology and a way to remember not to repeat the past (even though humans eventually did repeat all of their mistakes) . everyone was here for the tanks, but since the world had be irrevocably changed, the tanks were now alive. All the old analogue armors had modern technology installed by other humans and tanks and became a working living display for all of those who had money to spend. As this was a time 20 years after the advent of machine kind, the children of these unions were also present- morphs of all kinds but mainly tankmorphs. One morph person in particular was being stalked in the crowd. His name was “vernon” and he was the product of the union between a panzer 38 t and a human.
[9/14/14, 3:10:28 PM] R: ;she didn’t have to move much to stalk him, the morph people very easily towered over the crowds like old style anime robots.;
[9/14/14, 3:18:51 PM] R: ;she noticed his “aft” at first. The machine folk were funny like this- they still adhered to words that described vehicles even though they insisted on being treated like humans next door. Either way, her loins ached around these ‘things” these.. “people”. Born after the advent of their kind, she never remembered the world the way it used to be. it seemed as if the vehicles always talked and always worked, lived, and had families alongside people. She longed for such a situation for herself but was so shy in person that all attempts made to even say ‘hi” to a truck or a boat was met with butterflies in the stomach and sweaty hands;; Today would be different however, she wasn’t getting any younger and she HAD to touch a machine.. even if it happened by force.
[9/14/14, 3:22:53 PM] Ras: Although unbeknownst to her, her efforts to follow this one particular morph did not go unnoticed. He was often one of the smaller of the morphs around, and thus got it’s own brand of attention…but she was different. She didn’t look at him with an odd eye comparing him to others. She just…seemed interested in him. Admittedly, he wasn’t too much of a heavy handed or strong willed tank, and had problems talking to well…anyone really. Immediately anyways. Thus he always took notice when someone seemed interested rather than judgmental. He had the job at the fair of getting the crowd riled up. And every time he’d look after raising his hands and cheering for the crowd to join…he’d see her, occasionally catching a blush. Eventually he began to look for her in the crowd as he went along, firing a blank once or twice to ensure it wasn’t known he was eying her back…there was also a bit of a…smell in the air.
[9/14/14, 3:30:45 PM] R: ;;as time past, the crowd shifted from several corners of the museum park to the bleachers and back again to the inside museum where manny of the real WWII and WWI tanks signed autographs and let people touch them. The event was mostly for the older folks who remembered the world the way it used to be. but the rest of the fans ? war and war tech people- some of which like her- were looking to get a date with the attractions. out of the corner of her eye she spied a guy in his 30’s passing a business card to a hellcat.. it sounded like they were going to get a private tour after the show. “that’s hot.” the predators thought to herself. then she serious up and focused back on the grey angular hide of the crowd pleasing cajoling tank some of the aficionados called “vernon” ;;licks lips;; “wonder whats under that cloth…” ;;she angled her body around bumping into people shoulder to shoulder trying to spy an up skirt shot.
[9/14/14, 3:31:11 PM] R: ;;the event would be closed soon.. maybe its time to scout out a spot…;;
[9/14/14, 3:35:57 PM] Ras: Although she missed her original chance, just catching a glimpse of gray swaying beneath it as the tanks were guided inside. Granted Vernin didn’t have the honor of signing, after all he was a morph, and not an “original machine”. Instead he was helping a crowd line up to a female Char B1 offering signatures who was said to be the wife of the owner of the entire event. Of course it does give a better opportunity for our Predator to get closer…but damn…he’s still behind a line. Just more darn teasing… The line apparently put there to ensure children visiting the event don’t get an eyeful on accident. Although Vernin sniffs the air…there’s that smell again…almost immediately he begins to look around for the source as the larger tank seems to giggle and pet his back, talking in a thick french accent just out of our predators earshot. A notable blush on Vernin’s gray hide as she finishes and returns to signing~
[9/14/14, 3:44:35 PM] R: ;;6;30 pm rolls around (pun intended) and the regular shows are over. the crowds dissipate back to their transportation and hotel rooms for the next days events. the curators secure everything not tied down and tanks not slated for OT giving VIP tours clocked out and headed back to their homes. The female Charb1 and husband stayed around but nearly all of the morphs left for the night- or to the local pub for a pint of 12. the “predator’ knew that dire machines and their morph children possessed sensory abilities beyond humans. it would not be easy to stalk this tank and so she did what she could to mask her scent with perfumes. (perfumes don’t masque pheromones however- she would come to learn this later) ;;behind the dumpster of the museum cafeteria she waited hungrily next to a parking lot ;;
[9/14/14, 3:49:29 PM] Ras: Knowing she’d heard the tank she’d targeted talking about heading to a nearby brewery in that direction…and sure enough he heads out a nearby door…although that scent catches his senses…the Char had told him SOMEBODY had the hots for him…but how could that be. He’d NEVER been as popular as the rest. Despite his tanks numerousness, there weren’t many morphs, and his smaller size just…well off that he found himself almost mindlessly following that scent. Something about it just getting to him. Granted there’s something worse over it but..easily enough ignored…although it is tenting his loincloth. His member hardening as he wined and felt it dragging on that darn cloth..his mind a little fogged as he wound up next to the dumpster, whimpering a little as his member was quite hard.
[9/14/14, 3:55:46 PM] R: “oh shit”;; she thought to herself and cowered behind the can just barely out of his field of view. “he’s here! heres here!” ;;her hands instantly perspired and she had trouble swallowing. Her heart pounded and she gave off an even thicker invisible stink then she normally would have. “is the jig up?” ;;she thoughts to herself. it was time to make a critical decision, 1. get everything you’ve been fantasizing about since you hit puberty with the risk of spending the night in jail. B. get rejected. ;;”she should do the smart thing– the right th– oh god.. I’m so wet down there.”. ;;she cringed;;
[9/14/14, 4:02:16 PM] Ras: And right when she thinks of running without looking back..she hears a whimper…a loud soft whimper as she finally looks up…He’s rock hard, whining and squirming a bit uncomfortably as he shiftily moves, seemingly sniffing the air as he seems confused how to react. His cock is just ACHING but he can’t see anything around… Not that it’s easy to take a close look.
[9/14/14, 4:03:57 PM] Ras: Not with his member aching and throbbing like this.
[9/14/14, 4:08:56 PM] R: ;;suddenly a dark figure leaps out from behind the bin. she holds her arms to the side as if to insist that she is armed and dangerous but she is looking down. When she looks up even your own superior tank vision can make out the features of a woman in this darkness. not just any woman- the woman who was in the crowd earlier smiling at you and moving about you. She had a really serious look on her face and he wasn’t sure if this was anger or a robbery or what? “back against the wall!” she demanded and shifted her head from side to side quickly hopping not to make a ruckus. she spies the huge tent you’ve pitched in your loincloth and she stutters for a bit and swallows hard. “D-Didnt you hear me?! B-b-back against the wall tank!”
[9/14/14, 4:09:38 PM] R: ;the trail of delicious female excitement- the scent you followed earlier it was coming from her.. by God it was coming from her;
[9/14/14, 4:16:43 PM] Ras: Her speech just bounced off him at first…it didn’t mean much…but…nnngh…he could SMELL she was hot…In fact just taking a deep breath with her in vision made him groan loudly….backing to the wall just to…to keep smelling that wonderful scent as he whimpered, cock sticking out proudly in her view as his movements causes the loincloth to slip off it. Proud, throbbing cock just aching in the air as she might be shocked that he actually followed her command. “W…what now?” he whined, quivering. Not wanting to frighten her off.
[9/14/14, 4:25:41 PM] R: ;her speech was stolen away from herself and she gasped. looking at his huge frame submit to her demand and the cloth slipping away revealing a huge fat steely machine cock- Its was just as big and wonderful as she had pictured it to be in her mind. “F-Fuck..” ;;she uttered;; and closed her eyes for a second. when she opened them back up, she took a deep breath and relaxed pulling her other hand out of her pocket and approaching the large morph machine towering over her; “Don’t move! this is a stick-up….” ;she said not even stopping to wonder if that was just some clechet 1970’s robbery film dialogue she had lifted somewhere; . Time seemed to slow down for this ‘predator’ who found her palms pressed against the thigh armor of this huge humanoid vehicle. she could feel all of his little indentations and scratches, his faux rivets and his faux panels. above all- he was warm.. warm and wonderful just like herself. The tip of his penis hang throbbing before her, all she could think about is pressing both her hands against the base of it and pulling it into her mouth. dribbling silver precum and all. ;;her head pushing forward to take more of his length inside of the wet inviting chasm of her mouth.
[9/14/14, 4:26:12 PM] R: ;;her eyes close and she taste his coppery metallic pre while flicking her tongue around hi ridges completely lost in the act;
[9/14/14, 4:28:10 PM] Ras: And, in shock, the larger tank creature moaned out, gasping as he put his hands to the building…it was his first time feeling anything like this…this strange human, as weird as she was acting, was so…so good…her mouth warm and wet to his member tip as he growled and slowly fought bucking into her face…tormentingly whimpering to himself as she slid her mouth around as much as she good. His thick silvery seed gently pumping into her mouth as he whined “Ooooohhhh…” He grunted, finally giving in and giving a little “pathetic” hump.
[9/14/14, 4:36:59 PM] R: “ohmmn..mmm” she moaned into his member and her tongue flicked and her mouth sucked- tasting all of his thick metallic essence. He seemed to throb and trickle fat pearls of precum even harder into her mouth as she gently glide his aroused steel back and forth between her lips;; ;feeling him buck slightly she reached up behind his heavy leg and pulled him into her face. the other hand reached back to unzip her leather jacket revealing a pair of (what humans refer to as C-cups) soft and hanging free. “No underwear?!” vernon may have thought..
[9/14/14, 4:38:13 PM] R: ;she muttered to herself taking a breath; “you taste just how i thought you’d taste.. ” ;;and she dived back in for more. her chin dripping with your machine seed.;;
[9/14/14, 4:42:26 PM] Ras: A brief thought in any case, not that it mattered much at this point…he was feeling amazing as he smiled absent minded and arched, letting her pull his groin further into her mouth as he groaned softly “Y…yes…..yeeesss…” He muttered to himself…barely able to hear her as he stroked her head, groaning and bucking…loving every moment of it, but he KNEW there’s more he can have, and the more he’s teased like this, the harder it gets for him to fight the urges…starting to mumble pleasurably to himself as he bucked “Y…yes…ooooh you’re w…warm…I…I…” he groaned…feeling it building up, but he fights it as he slowly puts his hand on her head…surprising her perhaps as he gently pries her off his member…i..is the jig up…after all this is it u-he then surprises her…slowly putting hands on the dumpster as he put himself behind her…lining himself up as he groaned softly, stroking her side “S…slide on…” He moaned
[9/14/14, 5:02:09 PM] R: ;she hadn’t anticipated how “high” she would get off of the sheer amount of nano machines this Tank would produce. (Perhaps this machine was a virgin?) Her senses felt dulled, and she was in the most relaxed state that she had ever been since she woke up this morning in her cheap motel 10 miles out of the way. His heavy hand was just on her head pressed against her wavy hair before it had momentarily released and his wonderful thick machine hood had left her mouth. “w-why..?” ;;she whimpered smacking her lips with the thick silvery pre dripping off her chin. ;he took her wrists into his hands. they felt intensely strong- strong enough to easily break bones and cause a crushing, bleeding mess, yet so gentle.. putting her hands palm down on the dumpster and hiking her upper body atop its lid. “Wait machine- ” ;;she slipped her denim jeans down her hips revealing that she had not been wearing panties either. her slightly pudgy build had only served to make this tank’s cock even harder too. The 2 creamy curves of her ass, her pink inner thighs with female juices trickling down the underside, and her soft human vagina now red and swollen with blood ready for him. she head his moaning words “s-slide on..” and could not wait for his moaning to end. “can this be happening?” ;she thought; “Fuck me machine! fuck me tank!” ;;she grabbed his impossibly thick tip into her hand and guided him towards her boiling hot opening just aching for him to push himself in. “Fuck me tank! do it.”

[9/14/14, 5:09:40 PM] Ras: And he growled out, he was indeed a virgin…much to his embarassement. Well WAS a virgin. At this point it was moot to call him that as he grabbed her sides and started to slide in “NN…Nnnnn…tiiiight!” He growled out as he slid in…more and more…his member bending, writhing inhumanly to fit ALL of it into her. Pushing deeper than she’d ever felt anything go as he growled and hilted himself, shuddering above him…his strong, warm frame pushing to hers as he slowly pulled out, panting hard before giving another buck. This was it. Neither was getting out of it now. He wanted to cum. He NEEDED to cum inside her. His hips spurring into a life of their own as he began to hump and buck against her bodyt.
[9/14/14, 5:19:37 PM] R: She had to breathe deep and hiss, breathe deep and hiss in huge chokeing gasps of air. His size was so big she could hardly get used it and it stretched her wide till his wonderful textures- the ridges in his cock mushroomed out to kiss her swollen clit at his cockbase. Some of his size was painful but wonderful, the rest of it was instantly everything that she had needed from the time she booked the trip to the UK. ;;she moaned; “Oh God tank, i wanted this.. i wanted this.” ;she pressed her hips against you trying to fit as much of your intense machine arousal as she could inside herself. “yes my tank, fuck me, fuck me hard. cum inside me.. i need it.” ;she moaned in the most gorgeous feminine voice you think you’ve ever heard in your life. . each thrust inside was met with a tightening of muscles, muscles clenching around your swollen aching machine cock. :lips and clitoris and muscles licking, lapping, and squeezing your cock till your own eyes roll back into your head. ;her hands gripping at your hips told you everything you needed to know about this ‘rapeist criminal.” and it made you feel warm and happy inside. This was better then any pub..
[9/14/14, 5:20:39 PM] R: ;;you could just smell her juices mixing with your pre and dripping down the side of the dumpster. hitting the ground like lead.;;
[9/14/14, 5:21:04 PM] R: ;;she licks her silver pre-stained lips;; “fill me up my tank. oh God.”
[9/14/14, 5:27:53 PM] Ras: Each wonderful thrust sending me into shudders of pleasure as I grip her hips and grinned, leaning down as I nuzzled her head…licking and turning her head “As you say…human…” I say, mimicking her own little speaking of me as a “tank” as I growled and pulled back. Ensuring my next thrust is nice and filling as I growled and felt another heavy spurt of my nanite laced cum spraying into her…making me wince in pleasure as I felt it spraying through my cock, so welcome to feel as our juices kept mixing as I bucked “Nnnngh…so wonderfully tight…” I let out, grunting as that smell just kept me so wonderfully intoxicated as I stroked along her body, basking in how smooth and soft it is, how shapely it was…why hadn’t this human “attacked” me sooner? I just growl, arching and letting out a loud groan as I fired a blank off into the air, shoving in deep as I began to spray my first non virgin load deeply into her. T he nanites flooding her system, filling her so heavily as I shuddered and bucked to ensure I got all of it into her…every last drop~
[9/14/14, 5:41:09 PM] R: ;the woman before you milking out the thick iron-rich seed clenched and shuddered in a half scream. noticeable was how wonderfully your tip flared just before you burst forth and sprayed hot machine cum into her deepest nooks and cranes. “Oh god tank! its so fucking warm! ;;her nipples grew hard as a rock and she pulled your hard iron hands over to cup and rub them while biting her lip;; “god yes, so much cum- I-I-.. ;;she thought to herself before becoming extremely high from the nannies. “God its so deep in me i’ll never get it all out!” ;;she licked her lips and shed a tear bucking back onto your throbbing member as you rode out the pleasure of your first intense orgasm. It seemed to just last and last almost a minute as she pumped her ass against your fat tank rail agin and again and again till it almost hurt, trying desperately to get every last drop from you.
[9/14/14, 5:41:25 PM] R: ;;soft human titsl slapped against your cupping hands;;
[9/14/14, 5:42:17 PM] R: ;;it was so hot and stinking and wet between both of you.. fat ropes of cum blasting out until you created a nice little seal to hold all of your heavy seed inside of her;
[9/14/14, 5:43:16 PM] R: ;;soft little fingers snaking up the sides of your quivering hips to caress you;; as if to say ‘that was wonderful tank. that was wonderful..”
[9/14/14, 5:45:12 PM] Ras: And I just groaned at her touch, panting hard as I start to come down, panting heavily as my cock throbbed, content to stay burried inside as I grinned, using my loincloth to keep her warm in the colder alley as I slowly leaned my back to the wall. Leaving her impaled on my cock as I slowly st5roked her body, licking her cheeks and churring “It’s Vernin by the way, human…what about you?”
[9/14/14, 5:47:04 PM] R: “Mercy” .. ;;she panted savoring every last inch of you and the pool of hot goo forming between the two of you;;
[9/14/14, 5:48:19 PM] R: “I needed a machine.. a tank.. i.. ;;she felt a tiny bit embarrassed.:; I needed something not human.. ”
[9/14/14, 5:48:41 PM] R: ‘I needed you.. ;she pressed her face against the cold sweaty dumpster;;
[9/14/14, 5:50:28 PM] Ras: And he grinned, slowly pulling her away “Then don’t worry about that cold metal there…there’s plenty of warmth here…” I churr…sighing as that scent was just amazing coming off her…so sating, like I’d finally had everything I could ever need sated all at once…smiling as I slowly pulled her into a kiss, spinning her in place on my member to hug her to me…just a human and tank, making out nude in an alley.
[9/14/14, 5:53:54 PM] R: ;you could see the one tiny tear roll from her right eye and she wrapped your strange turret face in her arms (slightly tilted away from your cannon and gun) and pulled your tongue into her mouth. ;;you could taste a little bit of your own pre on her lip- but you didn’t care. this was wonderful;;

5 make-ups

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Behold! A Russian knight! Doing sexy sky tricks!

So far Life at school in a medical setting is completely unlike what I was used to in the community college setting, The atmosphere is completely different and they make you accountable for every last minute you miss of lecture time. This week I got my quarterly review, and while my grades AND attendance are at a solid 100% and 90%, They are telling me I have 5 make-ups to do. 5? wtf man! maybe ONE, but not 5. I’m also fairly nervous that me and 5 other students are not getting the valuable public experience needed to do this job effectively. We aren’t going to get out clinical sites until next semester, and I am likely going to be thrown into the fire while desperately trying to get 6 comps before December. The days are long and the expectations are high, Only time will tell weather or not I should have stuck with art or not.  In the meantime, i ran a rather successful art Live steam of me toning the SR-71. In fact it was so successful (even at 12 midnight on a Friday night) it crashed  the internet in the house and the ISP was wondering if we were running a server. This also means that I probably cannot do live streaming again until the internet gets upgraded, but I thank everyone who came to see and chill with me for the event (27 people!). When I ran out of things to draw, I took a request from the audience and from the Skype voice call we had going. Hilarity ensued! example: 1408791872313Weekend was fucking spectacular, I got invited to a “new job” celebration party with part of the BAY Area fur art group and ate pork ribs and potato salad till I lay on the couch in front of people playing Mario kart 8 ready to explode. Went home and banged out part of a new commission that I will put up on Tuesday night. Also wanted to share with you an article regarding BAE systems creating smart sensory skin for aircraft and other machines that you can read here: http://www.bbc.com/news/technology-28881748 in some way this is the BEGINNING of mecha dendrite technology- machines being able to feel in some way. Pretty cool article.
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New living-machine artist spotlight:

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/amethystlongcat/ Amethystlongcat (I love you!! ;;kisses you over skype;;)
http://pkd-airline.deviantart.com/  PKD airline. (I hope one day she draws porn..oh my god.)
http://amberchrome.deviantart.com/  Amberchrome (Defiantly explores machine x human but in a strictly platonic sort of way)
http://goldenhorizons.deviantart.com/ GoldenHorizons (Really nice colored pencil living machine art)
http://ikarus-001.deviantart.com/ ikarus-100 (Yes I am being an asshole posting this link, but she dissevers to be watched.)
http://solo-swift.deviantart.com/ Solo-swift
http://robotoseckshau5.tumblr.com/ Rakihiro (female robots)
http://snowkitt.deviantart.com/ (best anthro cars ive seen yet)
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Char and Alex A-10 are Gone*
Piper archer alpha (on hold)
Grace pic is gone*
Human x f22 is gone*
Bulldog is gone*
Blade/maru/oc is gone*
Lost virginity in the dark is gone*
Chopper oral is gone*
A-10 is gone*
Berkut is gone*
Hind is gone*
Leopard II is gone*
Mihkaev is gone*
all tank morph drawings are gone*

Kamov redo 2 (does not exsist)

 

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New Machine x human fic by: Delta X3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14278292/

This story is owed to   ratbat who inspired it, I just had the pleasure of writing it. So thank you again Ratbat.
This is my first contribution to the site so tell me what you think.

Her first time experiencing the “bond” between man (woman) and machine.

Her Nighthawk

2nd Lieutenant Erin Welsch sat listening intensely in the briefing room. She had just finished flight school a few months or so before but with things the way they were in the world she was sent straight to her first squadron at Osan Air Base, South Korea. She was a slender girl and rather attractive according to others but she wasn’t convinced. Her hair was done up in the regulation bun and she wore the standard Air Force camouflage utilities which she thought looked terrible.

Across the tarmac, watching a live feed of the brief on a TV in his hangar sat Max a living F-117 Nighthawk stealth bomber.

In mid 2019 something happened which neither modern science or religion could explain. All around the world without reason or warning machines were coming to life. All the things that made humans human, thought, reasoning, emotion, spirit were being displayed by machines all over. Not all but many had simply gained life.

It took years for humans to come to terms with this and years more to accept Dire Machines as they were called as living sentient beings. Eventually they became members of society, a common place thing even developing relations with one another. Even a human being in a relation with a Dire machine had began to lose its taboo.

Max and Erin had done well in flight school, as a team they had even managed to make their way to the top of the class. They had made many successful flights together but the thought of their first actual mission over a combat zone rattled them both.

Max himself was a Lockheed F-117 Nighthawk stealth attack aircraft and fortunately one of the machines selected by fate as a Dire Machines. Because of this advantage him and his fellow F-117s of his new squadron had been pulled from retirement to serve once again. His body was made up of smooth mat black stealth surfaces arranged in sharp angled geometric patterns. Dire machines could bend and modify their forms slightly and had a little flexibility but for the most part maintained their shape. By human terms he was about 23 but his model was much older. Dire Machines to were subject to mortality and would suffer the strain of age as a human.

Both Max and Erin listened intently to the brief being given by the squadrons commanding officer Lieutenant Colonel Laura Harding, a stern woman who had been hardened by her years of service. The brief, as most pre-op briefs covered the who, what, where, when, whys and hows of the mission to come.

“Any questions” Col. Harding asked looking from pilot to pilot then over to the monitors displaying the web cams for the planes. “Alright nobody?… Well silence is consent. You all know where to be, saddled and ready by 0200.” She turned to Erin “Lieutenant Welsch I need to see you after this in my office.”

“Yes Ma’am” Erin replied.

Erin waited until everyone had shuffled out then made her way to the commanding officer’s office. She knocked on the Colonel’s door. “come in“ the Colonel replied. She made her way in and sharply reported in “Good afternoon ma’am. Lieutenant Welsch reporting as ordered.”

“At ease, sit down and relax.” While stern and strict while on front of her unit, during one on one she was fairly laxed. “This your first mission Harding said as Erin took a seat in front of her desk.

“Yes ma’am” Erin replied.

“How do you feel” Colonel Harding continued.

“Good ma’am, a little nervous but exited”

“Don’t worry, you’ve done this a dozen times in training. Just stick to what you were taught and you’ll do just fine. How about Max?”

“He seems pretty excited ma’am”

“Good” Colonel Harding replied leaning in and looking Erin directly in the eyes. “The reason I wanted to see you… are you and max still an effective team, in sync with one another. The pilot-plane relation is the most important aspect of the Dire Machine units, the only reason the Department of Defense has pulled older models out of retirement.” Colonel Harding paused exhaling as she decided how she was going to say this next part. “Have you and max made the Bond”

The “Bond”, when two Dire Machines made love with one another a sort of bond is created increasing their awareness of each other and making them more in tune. Oddly this trait is also shared when a Dire Machine has sex with a human. Often this link is considered invaluable and a distinct edge to race car drivers, vehicle commanders and especially pilots as it greatly increased the interface and reaction time of both the plane and it’s pilot.

Erin had known she would more likely than not eventually have to “Have sex” with her aircraft. She had almost known this from the start because it was basically expected when one volunteered for a Dire unit. Its not like she didn’t like max, he was the greatest guy she had ever known. He had everything that would make a perfect boyfriend, he was kind, courteous, friendly and an all around good person but she was still not sure about making love to a machine, it had seemed cool when she volunteered but now she was uncertain. She had never told this to max and to her relief the topic hadn’t come up between them.

“No ma’am” she said a little embarrassed by the question.

Colonel Harding noticed her look “I must tell you absolutely nowhere does it say you are required to do anything with your aircraft” she said reassuring Erin “However” She continued “I will tell you that there are many benefits to being bonded. There are few pilots that have gotten you marks in training without already having bonded. I can’t even imagine the team you two would make bonded together.” Colonel Harding stood “that being said I have nothing else for you. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow. Dismissed.” Erin got up and began to walk out “Think about what I said”.

Erin walked back to the hanger where max would be waiting, the idea from the conversation with the colonel still festering in her mind. Her and Max would have to have the talk, the talk she had been putting off and dodging for a long time.

She walked in the hangar where the both of them lived, not aware just how much her body language gave away how distraught she was.

“Whats wrong” max said as the door shut behind her, turning on his landing gear to face her. She looked at the large plane, his eyes a vibrant blue against his matte black body.

“The colonel brought up the bond” she said avoiding eye contact.

“You want to talk about it” he said patiently.

“I’ve been really trying to avoid this conversation.” She said hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

“I know” he replied “I figured you would talk about it when you were ready.”

‘Damn him for being so understanding’ she thought to herself. He was the perfect guy which made this even harder.

“I mean I’m not sure.” She started “As far as flying we’re the best and you” she paused “you’re the greatest guy anyone could ask for.” suddenly she ran out of words.

He moved closer until he was only feet from her face and extended one of his mechanical tendrils with a manipulator claw on it and gently placed it on her cheek. She shuddered as it touched her skin, not because it was cold or frightening but something she couldn’t yet explain.

“I will never pressure you” he said softly rubbing her cheek.

She could feel her heart start racing as she stared into the jet’s deep blue eyes. She could feel something different, something new. A passion for not necessarily for the jet but for Max, the fact that he was a machine seemed to matter less and less. She reached out and placed her hand on his fuselage. “Oh max, how could anyone resist you.” Her smile said everything.

More tendrils joined in and began unbuttoning her blouse then pulled her undershirt over her head, allowing the discarded garments to fall to the floor. She felt a breeze across her soft white skin sending a chill down her spine. His tendrils continued at her trousers and boots until he could remove them. Finally he undid her hair running the smooth strands between his manipulators.

She stood there in all her bare skinned glory bearing nothing but her matching black lace bra and panties. The hangar was heated to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit but for some reason it had never felt colder.

Max moved back so he could examine her. “My knowledge of what humans consider beauty is limited, but to me I have never seen a more beautiful being.”

This made her blush. He came close again and extended two tendrils around her back and unclasped her bra allowing her supple breasts to fall free. Max smiled as he did this. He then proceeded to strip her of her panties leaving her completely completely naked, timidly trying to cover herself. She then felt an array of warm mechanical tendrils surround and embrace her and for some reason she no longer felt naked.

“I can assure you Erin we will both enjoy this. I’ve been told the sensation between humans and machines has no parallel.” he said as he gently lifted her off her feet and into a laid back position right below his nose.

“I cant tell out how long I’ve waited for this. Since the first time we flew I had lusted for you and now we’re finally together.”

Slowly he opened his mouth and placed his big airplane tongue against the lips of her vagina, sensually tasting her. She could feel the warm saliva covered tongue of her Nighthawk playing with her. A warm pleasure spread through her body as it’s tip entered her ever so slightly, writhing and moving about.

Once the bomber was satisfied she was properly warmed up he moved her further down his body into two larger arms which he used to load his bomb bay. In flight his underbelly was hard as metal but when not he chose a much softer more malleable consistency.

She had felt her planes underbelly before while Washing Max but she had never had her entire naked form pressed up against it. She felt small tendrils squirm up her body and start feeling up her tits, squeezing, mashing and playing with them while another was creeping along her inner thigh until it found its target. Her body went ridged as the small manipulator at the end of the tendril began playing with her clit in every way imaginable, it was paralyzing ecstasy. She let out a small moan as the sensation swept over her. “I’m glad you like that.” Max said grinning as even more tendrils joined in beginning to feel up her luscious behind. It wasn’t until he stopped playing with her clit that she noticed another larger thicker appendage that lay across her waist and stomach. It was wet, hot and hard. Its surface covered in a smooth slick ribbed material. She could feel it throbbing against her skin, warm per-cum oozing from the tip onto her belly.

As soon as he was ready he positioned the lips of her vagina in front of the tip of his raging airplane erection and paused “I want you to want this” he said “and all you have to do is let go.”

With that, he began to slowly move the head inside her warm and wet pussy. Erin could count on one hand all the times she’d made love in her life and wasn’t sure she was ready to take something like a F-117 but this wasn’t going to stop max now. He could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate the head of his dick. He wasn’t sure she was going to be able to accept his girth and began questioning whether he should carry through with it but was pleased when the ridge of his head crossed the threshold. He continued to slowly insert.

She let out a small whimper as her pussy stretched as it never had before. She could hear the plane breathing heavily through its intake manifolds, his chest rising and falling as if he actually had lungs and it may have just been hers but if she concentrated she could swear she almost felt a heartbeat deep within his massive airframe.

Max held her tightly against his belly, her breasts pancaked against his body and her legs spread wide as he continued to slowly insert his engorged airplane cock, each rib of his long shaft sending an intense spasm of pleasure through her small frail form. He continued sliding his cock deeper and deeper until his tip poked the small knot of tissue. She squealed with pain, she had never imagined she could fit something like this.

“Don’t worry the first time always hurts little but it’ll get better” he reassured her.

He slowly began to withdraw from her until just the tip remained in her pussy. “The hard part is over, now just lay back, relax and enjoy the sensation.” He once again slid himself deep into her, paused, withdrew, inserted and so on. Her breath grew heavy and let out a moan with each repetition, his perfectly formed airplane member hitting her G-spot every time. She couldn’t control the occasional spasm of pleasure as unknown to her, his cock had begun emitting a faint electrical field, stimulating every nerve cluster inside her vagina, a part of the bonding process.

They continued making love, the deep thrusts, the heavy moaning and grunting, her sweat soaked body sliding against his in this erotic ballet.

As the bond finally took hold of the two whey could feel the climax coming. His thrusts became deeper and more intense, her moans of ecstasy became louder until the both reached apex at the same moment.

Hot thick airplane cum flowed from his dick deep into her, filling every crevasse until there was none left and it began flowing out around his dick, dripping onto the concrete floor of the hangar. He hadn’t came in so long his reservoir tanks were brimming with the stuff. Afraid of harming her by depositing his entire load inside her he removed his erection. It slid out with a wet pop and began squirting copious amounts of cum across her stomach and chest while the excess began to flow from her vagina into a puddle on the floor.

They both remained as they were for a few moments enjoying the afterglow, Max taking deep breaths through his intake vents, Erin still still wrapped in his tendrils almost in a state of disbelieving euphoria of what she had just experienced. Slowly Max placed her back on her feet, the tendrils retracting. She stumbled, almost forgetting how to use her legs.

“So how was that my love” He said as she stood there still in a euphoric daze. Her mind still couldn’t fathom the words that would properly express what she had just experienced. “G-great” was all she could get out. “I- I’m going to go take a shower” she turned toward the bathroom “you need a bath max?”

“No thank you, I’m good but thanks” He courteously replied. He was curious if she would come back or just go to bed a deciding moment whether she actually enjoyed it. He waited nearly an hour and was beginning to figure that she was probably in bed when she appeared in the doorway wearing her Pj’s and holding blankets and a pillow.

“Erin” he said “I thought you had gone to bed.”

“I wanted to come sleep with you” she replied looking into his eyes and smiling slightly.

Max smiled and bowed a wing down so she could walk on. She lay down on a flat spot on his back and covered up.

“I love you Max” She said as she put down her head and fell asleep.

“I love you to Erin” he said softly “I love you to”.

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New machine x human story by: 7777737373

(Keep in mind, I am not totally convinced this story is loving (It might be) but its very strange, borderline in some places.. but the writing is actually quite good. machine is a B-2 spirit)

“Yeah, you doin’ alright?  I mean iss-iss been like 4 months since ya signed up for dat shit… I dunno, I was just…”

Sorin was so busy talking over the phone that he didn’t notice the timid Vietnamese woman sneak up behind him.  “Excuse me-” she said.

“G-HUECK!” he exclaimed as he fumbled with his phone, which was all the more difficult as his manipulators were much larger than the phone itself.  “S-sorry, lady, could you give me like one sec?”  he replied as he turned back to his phone.  “Yeah, hi, ya there?  Look, we’ll talk later, call me after 9 or sumtin’ tomorrow, I gotta customer over here.  Yeah, you know my number, I don’t know yours, because government.  Okay, love ya.”  He put his phone on sleep, shoved it into a corner and then turned to the young woman again.  “Well, you got my attention; ya want something?”

“I just want to talk with you,” the woman said.

“Lady, I’ve seen you over here for like 10 days straight, after hours.  ONLY after hours.” Sorin’s voice grew louder with each word.  “Iss bedtime!  Don’tcha know what bedtime means?  Means GO HOME!”

“Home is here,” she replied softly, trying to hold back a tear.  “Nowhere else I go.”

“Oh,” Sorin sheepishly said, his volume reverting to acceptable conversation levels.  “You lost or something?”

“No.  Want to be here.  With you.  Want to know you.”

“Okay, that’s nice and everything, but you could have done it while the place was still open.  There’s like, audiobooks and e-books you could borrow.  You could even ask some of them old-ass veterans about me; they probably know more about me than ME!”

“No.  I do not want to know you there.  I want to know the you inside you.”

“Oh.  Ohh.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Sorin was left with no words.  As a retired B-2 Spirit that had been repurposed as an unmanned drone, he was not used to having close relationships with human civilians, especially not with women.  Especially not with THIS type of woman.  “Young adult, cute face, long hair, kinda dirty… MAN, those are some boobies she got on her,” Sorin thought to himself.  After a few seconds, he finally mustered up the courage to say, “Well… whaddaya want?”

“Name is Michie.  What about yours?”

“Well if you were paying attention to the GODDAMN SIGNS ALL OVER THE PLACE… eh, my name is Sorin.  That’s it.  Just Sorin.  Y’know, like a bird?  AH-HYEH-HYEH-HYEH okay I’ll stop.  How’d you manage to stay in here after the place closed?”

“Many planes.  Good hiding places.  Who were you talking to on phone?”

“Oh, that’s no one important, HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH, is just, um… Okay, she’s a friend I know who used to work here, big-ass air-beast like me, but a different kind of air-beast, yanno?  Used to be the only other unmanned airplane exhibit around here.  Heavy transport, VTOL, goddamn heliplane.  Made this museum very popular for a while.  Pro’ly cuz ‘a dem titties ‘n shit.  Y’know, kids love’m.  The titties.  Shit.”

Michie stared blankly at Sorin, confused by his mangling of English grammar.

“Anyway,” Sorin continued, “she got a new job, we said goodbye, she left!  Gone to this super-secret science lab or somethin’; it’s so secret that I don’t even know the name or place, and if I did they’d just fry my brain to make me forget!” Then he added, in a sinister whisper, “Which probably means I had known about it before.  Then the CIA happened.  Straight outta nowhere.  Please don’t talk about it anymore.”

“How long you work here?” Michie asked.

“Well, gee, I’ve been here so long, even I’ve forgotten.  Probably like 42 years; you should check the website, they have more info on the exhibits.”  He paused for a moment, then added, “But that was only the time when this place was a museum; I was here when they still used it to launch bombers, INTO REBEL ASSHOLES!  They’re like ‘this place has rebels out the ass, go shove a bomb down their throats to shut them up!'”

“Woooowwwww,” Michie exclaimed with awe.

“I know, riveting stuff right?  An’ I was like TOP BOMBER, BEST IN CLASS, MEDAL OF HONOR! (The medal, not the game.)  I would go in, when it was night, and I was like “Y’can’t see me, I’m goddamn BLACK AS NIGHT!”  No seriously, they LITERALLY couldn’t see me, not with radar, not with camera, not with eyes on the sky 24-7!  They’d be walking around, chatting it up with their friends, ‘Hey, fellow insurgent!  Nice evening to blow up some children!’  And then suddenly they’d be like ‘OH NO!  IT IS US THAT IS BEING BLOWN UP!  CALL MICHAEL BAY’S GHOST AND TELL HIM TO MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT US!'”

Michie giggled and stroked the edge of Sorin’s wing with her hand, while Sorin was still busy rambling about his life to notice.

“And I was there, when they were still building goddamn land expansions, on this freaking HUGE man-made island, off the coast of New York when it WASN’T scoured off the map by another GODDAMN HURRICANE!  And I was there too; they wanted me to stop a bunch of goddamn riots, so I went in there, and dropped fun bombs!  Y’know, the kind that don’t kill ’cause these guys are OUR GUYS!  GOD BLESS AAAAAAMERICAAAAAAAAAA!!”

The walls of the museum seemed to shake as Sorin’s voice reached a crescendo.  Meanwhile, Michie had somehow climbed on top of Sorin and was now riding him as if he were a horse.  Sorin seemed not to notice.

“And then they recalled me, just so they could put a new brain in my head, ‘CAUSE THE OLD ONE WASN’T AS GOOD!  Then, when they…”

While Sorin was continuing to spew tales of his military life, Michie had managed to lull herself to sleep on top of Sorin.  It wasn’t until Sorin was finished with his tirade (which was about 63 minutes later) that he realized Michie was sleeping peacefully on top of him.

“Hey, uh…” Sorin whispered.  “You- you dead?  Can you hear me?”

Michie didn’t move from her spot, but she was still visibly breathing, which was all Sorin wanted to see.  He carefully scooped her up with his manipulator hand and stowed her in his bomb bay, so that nobody would ask about any uninvited guests when it came time to open up the museum the next morning.

The floors sufficiently clean, Michie silently congratulated herself on a job well done.  Being a janitor was surprisingly easy for her, and the work was interesting enough that she was never bored on the job.  Plus, she got to look at all the exhibits for free.

With the museum closed for the evening, Michie retired to her quarters/janitor’s closet to change into more comfortable clothes.  While she was in the middle of changing, she heard a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she said.

The door opened, and Michie saw the angular face of a Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit bomber (drone variant) outside the doorway to the hangar.  She know this bomber by the name of Sorin.

“Agk, geez!” Sorin yelled as he tried to look away.  “Don’t you know any dignity?”

Michie, having grown up in an environment where clothing was considered a luxury, did not fully understand why the sight of exposed human breasts were anathema to Sorin.  Sorin had been conditioned during his military service to react to the sight of human genitals the same way most civilized humans do–that is, not look at them–lest he be the star of the latest national scandal.

“Anyway,” Sorin continued as Michie finished putting on some decent clothes, “I got you some dinner, since you were so busy with work.  Now, I tried to make that Pho thing that you Viets like to make, but the in-house restaurants don’t serve rice noodle, so I had to improvise.”  Using both of his manipulator arms, he produced a bowl filled with a reddish-brown, murky substance, as if he were presenting it in front of the UN Council.

Michie took the bowl and stared at it, unsure of whether or not it would taste good.

“The FINEST ingredients we could afford–Grade AAA hamburger, lettuce, tomatoes, beans, spaghetti, and vegetable soup mix.” Sorin tried to smile confidently as he said those words, which was a complicated maneuver as his face was shaped the same way as a shark’s.

Hesitantly, Michie took a small gulp of the concoction.  Sorin moved a little closer, eagerly waiting for her response.

“…It’s good,” Michie said.  “Very good.  I like it.”

At that moment, Sorin’s mind exploded.  He awkwardly moved away to hide his expression of pure, childish glee, almost tipping over in the process.  Once he regained his composure, he turned back to Michie and asked, “So how do you like working here?”

“Oh, it’s fine,” she replied.  “Not too hard.  No one bother me.  Get to see many things.”

“Well that’s good, I had to pull a few strings to make it happen.  Did you know that you can win a lot of arguments just by being a goddamn huge black triangle of steel death?  It’s- that’s science fact.”

There was a moment of silence as Michie continued to eat/drink the chunky brew.

“So, eh, you still haven’t told me why you been livin’ here,” asked Sorin.

“Not important right now,” said Michie while she set aside the empty bowl.

“Oh, c’mon, you asked me things that I didn’t think were important, so you could at least return the favor, lady.”

Michie took a deep breath.  “Used to live in small village.  See mommy and daddy every day.  Then bad men came.”

“Oh, I don’t like where this is goin’.”

“Bad men take everything.  House.  Family.  Nothing left.”  Michie was on the verge of crying.  “Had to go to city.  Take many jobs.  Very hard.  Then one day, big plane find me.”

“Ohhhhhh.”

“Plane like you; very nice, very smart.  Take me to this island.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that guy.  He was here for a special exhibition on hybrids and other bigass aircraft.”  The realization hit Sorin a second later.  “Ah, and that’s why you so interested in me is it?”

“No, I don’t like you because you are plane.”  She rubbed the side of Sorin’s wing with her index finger.  “I like you because you are good plane.”

“Well, I ain’t THAT good…”

“Why?  Why are you not good?”

“Uh, listen…”  Sorin thought long and hard about what he should say–would she understand?  Would she think less of him for what he was about to say?  “I’ve come this far,” Sorin thought to himself, “so the hell with it.”  He turned to Michie with a face as serious as it could be.  “I’m a goddamn bomber.  That means I kill people.  All my life I’ve been told to kill people.  And I do that.  Killing people.  You think killing people is a good thing?”

“Killing is bad.”

“That’s right, killing is bad.  But there are bad people who kill other people, so we have to kill those bad people, so that they don’t kill other people.  Get it?”

“I get it.”

“Yeah, I’ve killed a lot of people.  But all of them were bad people.  At least, I think they were bad people.  I might have killed some good people.  I don’t know, it’s hard to remember.”

“Why do you not know?”

“Well, killing people is so bad, even goddamn death machines like me know it.  That’s why they put these filters into our minds, so that we don’t think about it.  I might have said before, all those things about my life, and how they were AWESOME?  Well, in my mind, they were.  In my mind, war is like a goddamn video game; you move somewhere, click the target, ‘n BAM!  Bad guy blows up, YOU WIN!”

Michie started to giggle.

“That’s what the filter does for us.  Without it, war is hell.  Also boring as SHIT!  There’s no bigass cavalry of us coming along to save the day by bombing the shit outta the bad guys; there’s only a target that we have to wait for someone on the ground to confirm BEFORE we can start blasting the shit outta it, even though everyone can CLEARLY SEE ON THE SCREEN THAT THE BAD GUYS ARE THERE, THEY’RE ABOUT TO BLOW YOU UP, JUST MAKE THE GODDAMN CALL YOU STUPID FGGN RRGGFF-”

Sorin stopped himself.  Michie reentered the hangar.

“Yeah, you see why we needed those filters.  ‘Cause apparently, someone decided that freakin’ huge machines that deliver gift-wrapped packages of DEATH should have the same brains as humans, ignoring the fact that human brains are FLAWED AS SHIT!  Iss like that one guy I know: old-as-shit super jet, older than me, baddest ass there is!  CAUGHT A ROCKET TO THE FACE!”

Michie couldn’t help but laugh; not at Sorin’s tale itself, but at his over-the-top delivery.

“They brought him back, fixed his face, but apparently they couldn’t fix his GODDAMN MIND ’cause he started sayin’… a-a bunch of BULLSHIT, something about a ‘World Tree’ like he’s been readin’ Greek mythology or I dunno, then he went rogue, and then he came back and RAPED SOME WOMAN IN FRONT OF ALL OF US!”

Something triggered inside the young woman, as she began to listen more intently.

“So we said ‘Okay, this guy’s crazy, let’s kick his ass!’  But then that woman, that was JUST RAPED, apparently his crazy musta gone over to her, ’cause she was saying shit like ‘please don’t kick his ass!’ and then we were all ‘MOVE, BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY!’ and then we went after that guy… for like TWO GODDAMN MONTHS!”  Sorin took a deep breath.  “Anyway, after that, he just kinda vanished.  That’s the end of that.”

“Vanished?”

“Yeah, vanished.  As in disappeared.  Or flew off.  Or ceased to exist.  Last contact anyone had with him was over Sakha in Russia, I dunno, no one cares anymore.”

There was an uncomfortable pause as both Sorin and Michie looked at each other.

“Well, I guess you better get some sleep then,” Sorin said.  “Another day of work tomorrow!”

“Sorin,” Michie spoke quietly.  “Why do you do this for me?”

“Ah, eh, um, well…” Sorin had trouble coming up with an excuse.  “W-when you’re the star of the museum, ya gotta be nice to everyone, y’know?”

A coy grin formed on Michie’s face.  “Maybe you fall in love?”

“Love?  Like, seriously?  We’re- we’re goin’ in that direction?”

Michie giggled.  “Just teasing.  Don’t worry.”

She kissed Sorin squarely on the tip of his nose.  If stealth bombers could blush, he would be as red as a raspberry.

“Goodnight,” she said as she stepped back though the door to her quarters.

As the door closed and the last light turned itself off, Sorin returned to his proper place in the hangar.  Left alone with his thoughts, Sorin mused on what had transpired in the last hour.

“Love… izzat what that is?”

One of the popular additions to the museum was a kids’ playpen, located in one of the corners of the main hangar.  In keeping with the kid-friendly environment, the playpen contained various model planes and cartoon posters that attempted to teach children facts about aerodynamics and aircraft design.  There was even a wide-screen television mounted on the wall, which was used to play whatever kids’ movie was featured this week.  (It was the third Planes movie.)

This night, however, the playpen was being used for not-very-kid-friendly purposes.

One Vietnamese woman was watching the television from atop a Northrop Grumman B-2 Spirit, which was also facing the television.

“DAS IST DER SCHLIMMSTE VERRAT VON ALLEN!” boomed the surround sound system as the constipated form of an Austrian man flailed his fist around on the screen, while the wrong subtitles flashed on the bottom.  “Verrat!  Bringen sie mir Fegelein!  FEGELEIN!!  Fegelein, FEGELEIN!!”

The bomber aircraft nodded his head the only way he knew how. “Masterpiece,” he said with a grinning face.

Using a remote, the woman turned off the television and gently rode the bomber’s curves down to the ground.  The name ‘Michie’ was visible on the name tag affixed to her janitorial clothes.

“Hey, what was that for?” the bomber asked.

A catlike smile appeared on Michie’s face.  “Sorin,” she began, “do you love me?”

“Eeeeeeehhhhhhhh, well,” Sorin said as he tried to stall for time, “I do like you, but more like a friend, y’know?  It’s just- well, I’ve thought about whether or not this ‘like’ translates to ‘love’, and I’m definitely sure I WHOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!”

Michie had somehow removed her entire outfit in the brief moment that Sorin looked away, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath.  Sorin tried to avert his eyes, but Michie kept appearing in front of him, like a cat that won’t go away no matter how many times you throw it out of your house and dump ice-cold water over it.  Fortunately, the museum was closed and no one else was around to watch this spectacle.

“A-ah, ah, but, but, the cameras!” yelled Sorin in a panicked tone.

“Cameras are off,” Michie said confidently as she displayed her breasts to Sorin.  “Nothing to worry.”

“Why… are you doing this to me?” Sorin whined as he shut his eyes.

“You say plane make love to woman.  I want to see how you do it.”

“Hmm, yeah I did say that before… awww, shiet.”

Michie began to rub her nipples on the underside of Sorin’s body.  As she worked her way further down to his tail, Sorin started to feel more and more uncomfortable, until it reached a head when she found a barely-visible hatch in the middle of his lower fuselage just after his bomb bay.  Michie attempted to open the hatch with her bare hands while Sorin tried to grasp at her with his claw-like manipulators, but he began to feel weak and soon gave up on that course of action.

“Ahhh… lady, please, don’t do this…” Sorin pleaded with Michie as he tried to keep himself closed up, but the sensation was too much for him and his hatch automatically opened, revealing a large, phallic extension which sprung out of the opening like a Jack-in-the-Box.  A towering, snake-like mass of metal, it was deliberately designed to imitate a human penis, with an almost-invisible layer of touch receptors that sends pleasure signals to its owner when activated.  To this day, few people know exactly why all male-designated drones are equipped with these devices.  Those people are the designers themselves.

“Wow,” Michie said as she admired her handiwork.  “So this is yours…”

Sorin felt embarrassed at the sight of his fully-erect manhood.  Michie had already begun experimenting with it, touching and rubbing various points on its surface, making Sorin moan and spasm in response to the unwanted pleasure.  She was in control of him, and he knew it, and it was driving him crazy.

After she was satisfied with her examination, she grasped his member firmly with both arms and bent it sharply to the side, causing Sorin to cry out in pain and forcing him to quickly tip over in the opposite direction.  She then pulled harder, which made Sorin hastily push himself over with his manipulators until he was upside-down, giving Michie a perfect view of his underside.

“A-AAAGHH!  Tha… aah… that’s enough!” gasped Sorin, his voice becoming more feminine in response to him being dominated.  The end of his phallus was beginning to leak a clear fluid.

Michie wasn’t done with him yet.  She sat down beside his massive length and put it between both her breasts and her thighs, while her right hand capped the tip to stop most of his fluid from spilling out.  Then she started bouncing up and down, rubbing her body against his sensitive [insert euphemism for penis here].

“LADY!!” yelled Sorin, his eyes diverted upwards.  “Y-you’re too rough!  It- it’s gonna make me…!”

“Yes, very nice!” replied Michie in her native Vietnamese, fully aware of what she was doing to Sorin.

It wasn’t long until Sorin started to convulse uncontrollably.  His fluids desperately tried to escape his body through the only way out, but Michie made sure that it was plugged, causing the pressure to build up inside of him.

“GHHHAAAAGGGGHHH!!” cried Sorin through clenched teeth, his eyes practically gushing with tears of despair.  “Michie, stop it!  HHHAAAAAHHHH!!  I’M GONNA EXPLODE!!”

“Ah ah ah,” Michie scolded Sorin in a playful manner, her hand still firmly covering the end of Sorin’s girth.

Sorin couldn’t take it anymore, his mouth agape as the pain started to impair his thoughts.  “MICHIE… PLEEEAAAAASE!!!”

Michie smiled as he said those words.  “Okay,” she responded as she nonchalantly released him.

“UAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”  Sorin’s eyes went wide as the first wave launched itself out of him like a rocket, gaining around 3 seconds of airtime and performing a vertical 1080 before it landed directly onto his face.  His body continued to tremble as he rode out the rest of his orgasm while he continued to cover the rest of his upper body with his own liquids.

As Sorin finished, Michie looked back at her right hand, which was previously drenched with his fluid, but was now conspicuously dry again, save for a few drops.  Michie looked closer and found that the drops began to evaporate quickly, leaving her with a surprisingly clean hand.  She looked back at Sorin and found that every last bit of his fluid that he squirted onto himself had also disappeared.  His hose had gone limp, but Michie knew there was still more left in him.

“Very interesting,” she mused.

“Are… are we done?” asked Sorin as he gasped for breath.

“Nnnnnot yet,” said Michie as she stood up, picking up Sorin’s member with her.  She then pressed its tip against the entrance to her vagina.  “Now you do to me what I did to you.”

Sorin’s mind went blank for a moment as his robodong [yes you can see I’ve resorted to the crudest of euphemisms now] stiffened up again, threatening to punch itself through Michie’s opening all by itself.  Many things were bouncing around in Sorin’s mind: this woman, she’s done all these horrible things to him; now it was his chance to get revenge.  She wants him, no, she’s BEGGING him to do it.  Everything she did was a buildup to this very moment.  Everything he’s ever done was a buildup to this very moment.  It was ALL OR NOTHI-

“Whoa, whoa, hold on.  You sure?  There ain’t no turning back.” Sorin couldn’t just mate with her just like that; there were a bunch of ramifications revolving around this one act, this unnatural union that could change both their lives forever.  There was no way he would just up and jump her, right here, RIGHT N-

“Please, Sorin,” pleaded Michie, “I am yours now.”

IT WAS HIS TURN.

With newfound vigor in his eyes, Sorin reached out and securely grabbed Michie with his manipulators, turned her away from him, and started lowering her onto his metallic cock.  The first few inches slipped through easily as Michie guided the tip through her moistened entrance with her own hands, but the rest of his shaft found some resistance trying to force itself inside her.  He began to pump her slowly, easing her into the feeling without causing her too much pain.

“Ahn, aah…” Michie moaned as she accepted Sorin inside of her.

Sorin continued to explore Michie’s insides, trying to find ways to stimulate her to the greatest degree.  His mind was also being filled with pleasure, but it was different than when Michie was handling him earlier.  Now HE was in control, and no SHIT he was going to abuse that power however he could.

“AH-AAIIIEEEEE!” Michie squealed suddenly as both of them realized that Sorin had found her most sensitive spot.

His target confirmed, Sorin started to thrust faster, applying more pressure onto Michie’s g-spot.  She was being filled to the point where the tip of his cock was mashing against her cervix; she couldn’t take in his entire length, but Sorin was satisfied with the amount she could receive right now.  With his massive appendage growing wider and refusing to bend, Michie found the sensations becoming more intense as she encountered the feeling of being ‘wrapped’ and stretched around a solid metal pole.  To her, it was both frightening and enticing at the same time.

“UNGH!” Sorin growled as his lover squeezed tighter around his metallic organ.  Now the sensations were becoming too much for him as well; he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to give her a satisfying finish, so he gained speed and tried to brace himself.

“AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHGGHHH!” cried Michie in response to the bomber’s movements becoming faster and more frequent.  “YOU TOO ROUGH, SORIN!”

“YOU SAID YOU WANTED IT,” Sorin yelled back as he felt himself reaching his limit.  “YA WANNA QUIT NOW?”

“DO IT!  POUR ALL YOUR LOVE INSIDE MEEEEEEEEE!!”

The sound of her at his complete mercy pushed him over the edge.  “HHHHHYAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!” he cried out as he rammed himself inside her with one last thrust, forcing even more of his length inside of her than before.

“GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Michie screamed as the two of them reached orgasm simultaneously, their cries echoing throughout the hangar.  Sorin’s fluids started to leak out of Michie like a waterfall as he filled her up, emptying all of his reserves into her uterus.  The force of his ejaculation almost propelled her off his cock, but he held onto her with his manipulators without crushing her.  After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Sorin let go and allowed her to rest on his belly, his manhood still lodged inside of her but no longer as rigid as a steel pillar.  The torrent of synthetic cum that had drenched both Sorin and Michie had quickly disappeared.

“Is it over now?” asked Sorin.  “Are you satisfied?”

“Hmm… maaaaaaayyyyyyybe,” teased Michie as she traced a line up his dick with her fingers.  “Should try again some other time.”

“Oh geez,” thought Sorin, with a sense of worry looming over him.

Michie giggled and kissed Sorin on his underside where she lay, reassuring him that everything will be alright.  Both of them were spent and exhausted, and neither of them felt like getting up at that moment, so Michie decided to fall asleep on top of him with his member still inside her while Sorin whimsically stared at the windows close to the ceiling, counting the stars outside.  Neither of them bothered to notice a tiny, growing feeling deep within Michie…

 

 

Small Plane Big fun

alphaSee http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14145603/ for more details.

 

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.”

Fiction

So the a quick couple of updates, Robert space industries has released DFM(Arena commander), and have also released the freelancer pkg’s with the brochure and the video that you can find here. https://robertsspaceindustries.com/comm-link/transmission/13926-Introducing-The-Freelancer-Line-Up  The skin of the freelancer MAX is the best with its tron electric blue and black, but the freelancerMIS is limited edition and is better stat-wise in everyday.  I would purchase it if I didn’t already have a constellation AND  starfairer. Have I played arena commander yet? The answer is a surprising no.  I have invested more into this game then I would care to reveal, but I am currently waiting for bug patches that will make the combat controls less of a crap shoot. 16th is when school begins so I got limited time to “bang” out all the drawings in the originals tab.

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**Btw I want to go on record as saying that for the most part 90% of all erotic fan fiction on the internet is bullshit. I may have been interested in it at one time, hell I even wrote some xenogears fanfic myself back in 1998 before I began drawing porn, but that shit wasn’t great either. So the 2 stories I am endorsing right here are important not only because they were written for me, but I think they got almost exactly right the utter feel of how I view a sexual relationship with a sentient machine.   Story by spitfire (mature): (I will be posting a picture to go with this story soon btw)

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***The following story is by Novacattrueborn: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13527670/  https://titanatelier.com//wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Char.jpg

Char watched from a ways back as Alex stood on the small rise, observing the others going about their daily routines. There were only the distant sounds of steel tread on concrete and rumbling diesel engines, complemented by the soft whoosh of the dry grass ruffled by the breeze from the sea. He heaved the closest thing he could to a sigh; a mechanical, modulated-sounding soft hiss. While all of the others had found partners by now, Alex remained aloof…and alone. He’d been a friend to her since they’d first been introduced by the scientists, now long-dead, who had created her. Who had hurt her. He knew only part of the story, Alex refusing to divulge the details. Unlike the others, she retained a great deal of her memories. But for reasons she couldn’t, or more likely wouldn’t explain, the only things she could recall were the ‘bad things’. Char mentally bit his lip, seeing as he didn’t have a physical mouth to speak of, and rolled back and forth idly on his landing gear. He could tell the Bad Things were weighing on Alex more than usual today. She stood with her arms folded about her chest, the finlike protrusions and antenna of her cybernetic comm folded back slightly, giving her the appearance of a perturbed house cat. She was also missing her backpack, the silvery ports on her back glinting in the sun where he could see them under her low-back shirt.

Alex was the tactical recon model. Like the most other machine women, her lower arms and legs were not human. They were cybernetic prosthesis. Her skeleton and some of the musculature had been reinforced and enhanced, making her swift and stealthy. Her ears had been replaced with a cybernetic comm which had been implanted and wired directly to her brain, along with prosthetic eyes that served as human eyes as well as a variety of military-grade cams: FLIR, night vision, et cetera. The two ports on her spine, just above and below the shoulder blades, served as anchors and information ports for her backpack, an electronics package that was capable of all the functions of a command center and then some. Cables transferred and broadcast information from her comm and eyes, while straps held the package in place like any other backpack. Her dark brown hair was kept short on the sides to accommodate the comm, but the middle had grown out into a long-ish, fluffy Mohawk. Alex had told Char that her irises used to be a similar color, not the blazing, unearthly red they were now. At five-foot-six, Alex was of completely average height, with small breasts, which she described as a ‘b-cup’, though Char had no idea what that was in reference to; cups were something that the women drank from in his mind. Her hips were wide and her thighs and buttocks large and quite muscular; she had a low center of gravity and could run and jump more effectively than most of the others.

Char finally decided to check on his friend, rolling forward until his round, slightly bulbous nose was just past hers.

“Hello, Char.” Alex said flatly. Char sent her the impression that he was smiling; one of the benefits and drawbacks to being a living machine. Thoughts, ideas and concepts could be directly communicated, though the women still had trouble with the machine’s lack of a proper face at first.

“Hello Alex. Just watching today?” He asked. She closed her eyes with a smile and turned to face the drone. Char looked shockingly like a miniature A-10 Thunderbolt jet, only a bit pudgier and not so long in the body. Since he was a drone, the cockpit had been replaced by his AI core and electronics suite. Even with the canopy gone, this still left the iconic hump that made aircraft look like aircraft, but it was slightly smaller, and armor-plated. His main weapon, the GAU8-A Avenger, took up most of his fuselage. At the moment, his missile racks were empty. Char had been an exercise in creating a drone version of the A-10, so his resemblance was not accidental. The only thing he lacked was the capacity to carry bombs. But with Alex feeding him information from the ground, he was faster, stealthier and more effective than his big brother. Alex opened her eyes and looked directly into Char’s optics. He didn’t understand why, but her intense gaze was always unsettling. For an instant, everything went fuzzy. Then her eyes softened and her thick, graceful eyebrows drew together slightly.

“Yes, Char. Watching…” She turned her head briefly back towards the others, then back to her mechanized companion. “Shall we take a stroll?” She asked, suddenly happy. Char smiled again.

“I would like that very much.” He turned as Alex started off, catching up to her and matching her leisurely pace. He could sense something different in her mood today and for a split second, he thought that today might be the day she finally chose to bond with him. Almost as quickly, he snuffed his hope. He’d wooed her for years, but she’d always flatly denied being anything more than his friend. Char had contented himself with being her faithful companion and confidant at times and so far, things had worked out. He and Alex made small talk as they walked, laughing and sharing jokes. Still, the shadow of deep sadness never left her.

Eventually, the pair ended up back at the main base. They went to Char’s hangar, Alex pulling out a pad to sit on. She stared at the floor for a moment. She could feel Char’s curiosity lurking around the edges of his consciousness, same as it always did when the Bad Things got to her more than usual.

Those bastards…what the hell, Alex thought. Maybe if I make some good memories, it’ll drown out the bad ones…

While Alex had not been solely responsible for the idea of a living machine, she had been integral to the development of the AI. At least, until everything had gone sideways. While the research group had concentrated on the logical, tactical end of things, Alex had been the left brain. She’d insisted on adding personality and abstract thought to the programs, knowing that these aspects would be integral for a stable AI and one that could function with less risk of going rogue and openly railing against the scientist’s desire to make the machines into cold, mindless killers. She had insisted they remain a defensive measure, to protect their owners, not be made into weapons to be deployed to slap down anyone who threatened the country’s power. But, of course, she’d been blamed when the machines begun to ask those uncomfortable, philosophical questions that threatened the human’s idea of sentience and life. It was one of the few strings of memory that was fully intact: the day the project had started to the day she’d been drugged and forever changed. When she woke up, she had been greeted by the mocking stares and laughter of some of her fellows. Now she was a machine, just like her little pets. And was treated as such. As was standard with the machine women, her memory had been altered. But, unlike the other machine women, only her good memories had been taken, leaving only fragments of angry faces and degrading, belittling words. A built-in, emotional control. Alex pinned Char with another predatory stare as she let the information flow to him, a faint clank echoing in the hangar as the drone jumped at the sudden barrage of thought.

Silence followed. Alex could feel Char digesting the information. Somehow, she felt better. Just as Char’s attention returned to her, she stood up.

“Alex…why didn’t you tell us sooner? That burden…the hate! How could you live with it for this long?” Char asked, surprised and almost angry. Alex smiled.

“Because I only just realized that I’m in control, not them…” She said as she pulled off her shirt.

“A-Alex..? What are you doing?” Char stammered, unable to take his optics off of her form. Unlike the other women, Alex insisted on being fully clothed except when she was bathing. His gaze lowered as she stepped out of her pants. Char had seen her naked plenty of times, but always from behind; she’d never let him look at her from the front without covering herself with something. She cupped his nose in her hands and gently placed her forehead to him, rubbing the warm steel as if she were scratching an enormous dog under the chin. Char shivered, struggling to keep his mechadendrites in check. He didn’t want to get overly excited, but at the same time…!

The kiss was the last straw.

Char growled as he rolled forward, pushing Alex backward. His manipulator arms disengaged from what could be called his chest, even with his wings on his fuselage. His manipulators were longer than the tanks’; able to rest on the ground so that he could interact with the world in a limited fashion. As Alex scrambled to hold onto his nose to stay upright, he gently gripped her left thigh and back, then laid her on the pad she’d been seated on moments earlier. It was a fight to contain his predatory side, repressed for so long. But he didn’t want to hurt her, not when he was on the verge of finally culminating his love for her. His mechadendrites, a collection of manipulator tentacles with more sensory capability than the manipulator hands, explored her legs and brushed across her skin.

“Alex…!” Was all he could manage. His excitement heightened as she responded to his ministrations with the smaller tentacles as he worked his way up her body. Her pheromones and thought patterns told him she wanted this without having to waste time with speech. As he reached between her legs, he got an idea. She let out an involuntary gasp as he tweaked her nipples gently, rubbing her vulva and softly pulling at her labia.

“Ah..C-Char…!” She gasped. The drone continued to tease her for several minutes, but only explored her entrance. Finally, he could feel her begging with her mind for him to take her. He refused, nibbling and sucking at her clit. She gasped and called his name again, before once more asking to be penetrated. Char obliged, or seemed to. He pressed his appendage to her, hard and warm, slick with his moisture and hers. Then he pressed forward, Alex lifting her hips to receive him. But he angled up and simply rubbed his member on her mound. A flash of anger and frustration burned its way into his mind.

Ask, he thought.

I did! Came the reply.

Char put a mechanical digit to her lips.

“I want to hear it. I want to hear you say it! Beg for me…as I begged for you!” He could feel her shiver as he pressed his metallic appendage to her, rubbing gently so she could feel his hardness, his want. She asked, quietly at first. Char growled.

“Louder…like you mean it! Like you need it…as I do…!” He pushed one of the smaller tentacles just inside her and rubbed until he found her g-spot; the shudder and sudden cry told him he’d found it. He then just as quickly pulled out and ceased his play.

“Dammit, Char! Fuck me, that’s an – AUGH!!” Alex cried out in surprise as the drone flipped her onto her belly and gripped her, lifting her hips into the air. She opened her mouth in a silent moan as she suddenly found herself stretching around a thick, pulsing airplane cock. She shivered as the ridge at the back of the head popped inside, followed by the shaft as he pulled her back into him with a loud growl, forcing himself to stop short. But she wiggled back further, wanting him deeper and this time he gave her what she wanted. His member pulsed forward, bumping into her cervix. To his surprise and pleasure, she wanted yet more. Most women would have found this depth painful, but not Alex. He felt a rush of pleasure from her as the tip rubbed against and then passed by the small knot inside. He buried himself ten inches deep in her, finally filling her. Char was going to make sure that he was the only one she would ever want…

Alex listened to Char as he pumped into her, the low whir of servos and creak of his landing gear alongside the electronic, modulated huffs and moans. She had no memory of sex prior to her augmentation and so let the drone take control. So far, the experience was mind-blowing. The link they shared meant there was little guesswork as to what was pleasurable, and Char made sure that all of his appendages were occupied; some of the smaller mechadendrites pinched and kneaded her nipples, labia and clitoris, while a pair of somewhat larger ones gripped and massaged her buttocks. His manipulator arms gripped her hips as he pulled her to him with each powerful thrust, Char letting out a low moan.

“C-Char…!” Alex cried out as he sped up, pleasure building in her belly. His movements became even more frantic in response.

“Alex…you give me so much pleasure…please…I want you to feel it with me…!” He panted. “I am…aah!” No sooner had he spoken than he felt Alex grip him from inside; she let out a loud moan as he stiffened and engorged further. Char trembled and groaned as he climaxed with her, filling her with warmth. His climax was a long one. He held Alex against him as he ejaculated, pumping her full of more and more of the greenish, viscous fluid. He pulled out toward the end, one last rope spurting forth across her back as the rest leaked out of her gaping sex. For the first time in a long time, Char felt truly content. He gently laid his Alex back onto the mat, watching as she caught her breath.

“Was that…acceptable?” Char asked as he watched her get to her feet. She stumbled briefly, and Char steadied her with a mechanical hand. To his surprise, Alex actually laughed. It sounded – and felt – lighter than before…

“Yes, Char…that was amazing.” She breathed as she ran a hand across his side.

“So…are we bonded, then?” He asked timidly. Alex leaned forward and kissed him just under his optics.

“It seems so.” She said softly. Char shivered, then wiggled happily as he kept a manipulator arm around her waist.

“Alex, I love you!” He said, notes and feelings of overwhelming happiness surging through him.

“I love you too, Char.”

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The following is a story By Steel Thunder and corresponds to this image https://titanatelier.com//original/4287/

 

It was a late summer afternoon, you where getting ready for work, brushing your hair and dressing yourself. The work itself was boring, just stick around some stuffy old war machines at a local bone yard/museum, make sure nobody broke in to cause trouble, keep the place clean, simple stuff. Boring stuff. But it paid well, and your bills and school loan debts where not gonna disappear any time soon. Donning your work jumpsuit which had its fair share of share of smears and stains, it greatly annoyed you that you couldn’t get them out, you sigh and collect your car keys and head on out the door.

An hours drive later you’ve parked your car and engaged the lock, hearing the satisfactory beep you skip up the stairs and greet your shift boss, on his way out. you make your way over into the atrium where the vehicles rest when suddenly something cold and slimy hits you in the neck. See what they didn’t tell you when they offered the job, is that the vehicles themselves are rather much alive, some rather senile, and some where total dicks. pulling a rag from your pocket you wiped yourself clean and glared daggers at the offending Sopwith Camel that hung from the ceiling as its entire chassis rattled with its laughter.

A few years back, vehicles began springing to life, with minds of their own. Cop cars, buses, fire trucks, military vehicles, RC cars, planes, jets, boats, new and old. Things started to get hairy, but most countries around the world quickly folded and started treating all machines with signs of sentience as equals to humans. Those that didn’t either found themselves either not existing or going back to horse drawn carriages. Nobody knows how it started or why it happened, but the world was never the same since.

“Real funny there” you grimace, some of it got in your hair, said hair had taken you more time than usual to wrangle in today. With a sigh of annoyance you head to the bathroom passing by an old Ju-87 Stuka dive bomber, he raises a flap in salute, and you respond in turn by raising your hand and half heartedly exclaiming “Heil Hitler” getting a throaty chuckle out of the old war bird.

As you bend over into the wash basin, and you chuckle as your mind drifts to the Stuka. Out of all the tanks, Jeeps, trucks and planes here, he was the only one you liked and could relate to. Bit grumpy at times, but you two almost always got along. You walk out and into the storage closet to grab your cleaning supplies and roll it all in a cart towards the Stuka, today was his lucky day. It was bath time.

“C’mon old man, its your turn today” you say as you duck each of his wheels from the dais he sits upon, and lower the ramp so he can roll down. Another perk of being a living vehicle, some things just work, like wheels, giving vehicles autonomous movement, even without gas. His engine whirs to life for a second, belching out some smoke from his exhaust pipes and be begins the slow roll out through the hangar door built into the atrium, out into the bone yard outside.

As he rolls out the doors you hear the Sopwith chuckling again, you shrug, who knows what that crazy old coot was giggling over. You bring your attention over to your German friend, he seems to be grumbling about some creaky joints in his backwheel, you tell him you’l take a look at it after washing him. Connecting the hose, and running it over him a few times, you hear him make a sound that sounds somewhat like “brrr”, you chuckle.

“Cold?” you ask, smirk on your face.

“Nein, just feels nice. Besides, I can’t feel cold.” he said with a heavy German accent. You always found it nice, pleasant to the ear.

“I know I know. You guys don’t feel, you are aware of temperature, heat, and other sensations.” you drone on, having heard it multiple times from your boss and from the various info-mercials about them.

“But we do feel pain, from damage.” He shifts, his frame leaning side to side, more surprises, the vehicles can do things they couldn’t do before once they come to life.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get that back wheel fixed” rubbing his side in a comforting manner, you smile as you see the nose where his propellers rest bob up and down, nodding. His left wing bends down slightly allowing you to climb on up and begin washing him down. After a few minutes you begin towelling him off. Half an hour later when the sun is beginning to dip down behind the horizon you start going over maintenance. Once a vehicle comes to life, it can generally go on functioning even with a bunch of nuts and bolts loose or mossing, but as they age, or if they are a vehicle of particular age, they still require a helping hand to fix their small problems.

Holding your small LED light in your mouth you begin scurrying about his whole frame, checking every rivet, every joint, and every cranny you can for signs of damage, simple things like some light rust, or a loose screw you where equipped to deal with right here, beyond that would require you haul him into the machine shop. Finally satisfied with the state of his frame, you walk over to his tail, sliding your hand against it the whole way, you could have sworn you saw him shudder when your hand left his side. Kneeling down you break out your tools and begin tending to his tail wheel.

“You know. You really make me feel young again.” He says with some mirth behind it, to which you giggle a response.

“Oh yes, you where ‘born’ two years ago.” you say as you begin oiling the wheel.

“Ja, but its what I feel that matters no?” He’s silent for a few moments.

“So I was told you are into Germans eh” he grumbled out, with a sizeable quantity of mirth behind it.

You stand up sputtering, smacking your head against his tail wing, then falling on your ass. You grown in pain, rubbing the top of your freshly traumatized skull, when you opened your eyes you saw he had turned around and was now “facing” you.

“Didn’t hurt yourself too much?” with some concern in that voice of his.

“No, im fine, its not that bad” you lie, wincing a bit when you touch the area. YOu also notice that he has slid out his mechadentrites, another thing the living vehicles have, multiple long mechanical tentacles that end in various tools. They seem to be scanning your head or something, he quickly shoos them back into his body, leaving but one for you to grab a hold of and pull yourself up.

“So, still interested in dating German I take it, or did that hit knock it out of your system?” Again, sputtering and stuttering denials and your cheeks grow molten with heat. He quickly tells you he knows you are lying, and finally after some teasing you break and tell him about your tastes, specifically for the exotic. What happened next, you would have never imagined in your life.

“Well, I could give you a first hand experience on what it is like to date a German man you know”

That haunted you for the next couple of months as you worked day in and day out. It didn’t help he was eerily quiet for the most part during those months, and to top it off, your growing frustration, emotional, and sexual was mounting up. It all came crashing down one evening, right after washing him and oiling his wheels again when you brought the subject up again.

“S-so how would this work exactly?” you stutter out your question, fiddling with the pockets of your jumpsuit and finding the ground highly interesting. You had heard of people who had gone into relationships with living vehicles, sure to some and in some places it was rather taboo, but its not like people bitched about it much. Kinda hard to deny rights to a group of people when they aren’t really “people” and they come with 120mm cannons strapped to them or can fly and drop bombs on you.

“Well we can consider this half way through are date, you’ve taken me out, you’ve given me some nice treatment, and we could say you fed me by oiling my wheels.” There he went again, with that thick, heavy German accent that made you feel funny in all the right places. Speaking of places, you just noticed his mechadendrites had come out and where massaging your back and playing with the curls of your hair, some evening daring to rub on your hip and thighs.

“Oh-o-kay, a-and what’s the other half?” you ask, rather nervous, and terribly turned on.

“Oh but that is simple my leibchen” he said with a chuckle, rolling up closer to you, his nose an inch away from yours.

“I ficke on ze first date.” suddenly you saw the sky, followed by the gravel that was once beneath you as his mechanical members had pulled you off your feet and unto the ground right under him, you felt them snaking around your body, pulling the zipper of your jumpsuit, while multiple others took off your boots, and slithered up your legs. You gasped meanwhile and where shocked to find they where pleasantly warm, and not cold as you had expected the metal appendages to be.

“W-wait! Wait! I don’t consent to this! Put me down now!” you half heartedly screamed, you couldn’t deny this was a massive turn on. Your crotch was on fire, and you remembered back in your college day you shared a dorm room with a rather crazy chick who was heavily into Japanese tentacle porn, and while at the time it disgusted you, you did have some pictures and videos on the subject on your own hard drive.

“Schatzchen, I can sense your pheromone levels and gehirn patterns. You want this almost more than I do.” Damn these blasted sentient machines, with senses past our own, almost unable to lie to their faces, relatively speaking. Red faced you agreed with the smallest of voices, to which he quipped about not being able to hear you with his old age, on and on till he got you to practically scream it out. You where damn lucky, or unlucky that your boss usually left before sundown, leaving you alone all night to keep company and entertain the senile relics the museum. And now alone to the whims of the dive bomber.

You felt a slight chill as your jumpsuit and underclothing was pulled off, leaving you with but only socks to protect your shame, not that they where very effective. You squirmed like some lab animal about to be dissected live, tugging at your bonds out of instinct. You gasp as something, no, some things, begin slithering across your body, and nipping at the skin. His smaller tentacles had grasping ‘mouths’ which where currently nibbling at all her sensitive spots across her body, two had latched on to a nipple each and where kneading greedily. A third had taken residence accosting your clitoris and four had been alternating between rubbing your quickly moistening sex and nibbling and tugging at your labia.

“Y-you fuck. S-stop teasing me!” you bark at him, to which he chuckles at, with a distinct sound of his engine beginning to whir to life.

“My My, such language, I need to discipline you.” as he finished saying so, and before you could open your mouth to protest, one of the smaller appendages had dis-engaged from its ministrations and promptly whipped you, across your ass cheeks, producing a yelp of pain, which he silenced by forcing a larger member of his, long, black and steel grey in your mouth.

“Mmmmfff MMmmM!” you attempted to scream at him.

“No no my dear, do not speak with your mouth full, its unbecoming of a lady.” more appendages joined into the fray of stimulating your hole body, the veteran ones had begun to probe the depths of your sopping wet sex, forcing you to squirm and moan into the tentacle currently sliding in and out of your mouth. Suddenly you felt something large and warm press up against your entrance.

“Don’t be afraid, relax your body.” he utters seemingly dripping with lust in his voice, but still enough mind to care for you. You moaned out an affirmative, and relaxed yourself for him. It began sliding in, it being his tentacular cock, sliding in all the way and kissing your cervix, pulling its way out and then beginning to rhythmical pump back in, stopping right before your cervix as to not hurt you, before repeating its horizontal mambo.

You moan and groan like old scaffolding under heavy weight as his tentacles work your body like dough in the hands of a baker. Your toes curl as you feel the small nibbler tentacles begin to lightly twist and pinch at your nipples and clit. A few of smaller of the smaller appendages that explored your watery meat hole began scouting for something, and soon found their treasure. You scream into the tentacle occupying your mouth as you feel your G-spot being rub in, hard. Forcing you to your first living machine induced orgasm.

“Culminating already? I haven’t even begun.” you tremble, whatever deity that may or may not exist, help you. Machines don’t feel fatigue, and you begin anticipating, with trepidation, and arousal, the possibility of being quite literally fucked to death. A minute later after allowing you a breather his thrusting began anew, the ministrations across your entire body resumed, and you felt another orgasm quickly building up. You felt some shame, you remember your mother having asked when you would be giving her some grand kids. shame now you knew it wouldn’t happen as you where turning into a slave for machine cock.

“Mein Liebchen, I am close.” His tentacles sped up, the one in your mouth was now venturing down into your throat, His engine revved and his propeller blew at full speed, fire coming out of his exhaust, the frantic squirming of the smaller ones increased. You felt all the tentacles tense on end, before your pussy and throat where invaded by a warm viscous fluid, ropes after ropes of the stuff. He gently placed you down on the ground, his smaller members caressing you one final time, before spurting some more of the fluid over you.

You tasted it, it was terrible, as terrible as you could imagine car cum to taste like, it was salty, tasted slightly like chlorine and it was oily to boot. But you swallowed what was left in your mouth and began picking yourself up before he helped you up.

“Thanks”

“Your welcome, say, how about another wash, for both of us?.” He asked, mindful of his fluids covering you.

“You mean now, or after round two?” you grin at your dive bomber companion trailing a finger across the flaps of his wing.

His engine flutters to life in response.

“I do hope you never planned on working anywhere else my dear. I’m going to make you mine from now on..” he huskily whispered, mechadendrites coming back to life and slowly approaching you.

Fin.


Alternate quote from the author:
She breathed hoarsely into the gravel, feeling her entire body luch with each rythmic thrust. Her companion’s tail bent low, thrusting his fuel line like phalluses into her tender orifices. His Jericho-Trompete’s wailing out groans of pleasure, interrupted by dirty talk in german which she didn’t understand. “You make me feel young again” he said in his thick german accent~
She panted, sweaty, covered in plane-cum, oil and engine lubricants, filled to the brim and struggling for air from shere exhaustion. Her companion creaked and groaned, equally tired from his efforts to take the nuble mechanic. A sound brought their attention to the entrance of the hangar, a tank had rolled up, and was slowly rolling in. “Greetings!” came out a thick german accent from the slightly rusted Tiger 1 tank. “I have been told you are offering some, carnal rejuvination services? Care to service me? Perhaps.. a threesome?” his engine whirred deeply, growling like a seductive predator. [insert name here] felt something hard stir against her back, turning her head she saw her Stuka companion was ready for another go.

2nd alternate quote:

“I do hope you never planned on working anywhere else my dear. I’m going to make you mine from now on..” he huskily whispered, mechadendrites coming back to life and slowly approaching you.

“Vell, I do hope zere is some room for me”

The old german warplane craned himself back and looked at his heavily armored friend “Why not, tonight’s a night of firsts”. Upon hearing this your heart began racing, and your excitement was careening out of control
without another second to waste, the stuka’s mechadendrites wrapped around your limbs, and pressed you against his belly and climbed up on top of the tank, resting you against his turret. Immediately you felt new metal appendages that belonged to the Tiger 1 under you begin to massage your buttocks and sides.

“Very soft” he muttered, enjoying what his tactile receptors where picking up.

“Indeed, but even softer on the inside” Said the warplane, forcing you to blush. A tendril rose from the tank turret between your legs and massaged your wet folds. You moaned , loving the sensation of being trapped between too machines. Soon both their mechadentrites joined in on the massaging and gentle stroking of your body. These appendages where laced with various sensors that allowed the living vehicles to feel. They enjoyed how soft your skin was, how silky your hair felt, and how moist and ready you where.

One of the Stuka’s metal members was poking on your lips, he wanted to feel your tongue. “W-wait!” you stammered. “I’m not ready for this!” you exclaimed. Stuka’s engine seemed to snort at you. “We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. The choice is yours.” he said with finality. “B-but-” you where interrupted “She choses ze hard vay.”

Your lips parted as Stuka’s warm mechanical tentacle invades your mouth, exploring it and rubbing almost amorously against your tongue. Your objections quickly end as you feel another member poking at your wet folds, pushing into your treasure slowly. You spared a glance and saw they belonged to the Tiger tank you sat your rump upon, as his ‘Dendrites where of a dark gunmetal color, unlike The Stuka’s silver.

The field you where in became a cacophony of wet squelching noises, paired with the rumble of a diesel engine and groaning metal. Stuka bending his airframe, pressing himself into you, relishing in the feeling of your supple breasts against his belly, while tiger raised his barrel, its base rubbing up against your buttocks and taint…..

“Ve vould like to now if you are ze adventurous type” Tiger sort of asked. For a seconded you wondered what he meant, which was soon answered when you felt a small tentacle invade your rear. You had never tried anything there, and to be honest you where not feeling much, you felt no pain as the member was too small, in fact it was an odd sensation. And you believed in time you may grow to like it. Tiger seemingly sensed this, and added a few more, equally small members into your recently deflowered derrière. You moan involuntarily as the strange sensation of not completely uncomfortable anal, your first anal, and his decidedly wider alloy anaconda pounded your pussy.

This driving Tiger to new highs of arousal, his Backdoor Blitzkrieg was doing its job, and to this Stuka took notice and began pushing against the gunmetal giant currently firmly lodged inside your vagina. His silver star slayer pushes and shoves his way into you alongside Tiger’s member. You couldn’t describe it if you wanted to, the sensation of two mechanical cocks stretching out your delicate insides, and alternating between thrusts. You where helpless, pinned between a hull and a hard place and completely at the mercy of two horny machines. And like machines they fucked you for what seemed like hours.

“Im close” cried stuka, his engine firing and his propeller spinning, to which Tiger groaned out “Ja, I vill come soon!” the speed and depth of their thrusting intensified, there was not a single place on or in your body that didnt feel on fire from the not so tender ministrations of your two lovers. The combined dicks in your vagina and the swarm of smaller onces in your ass twitch and convulse, you are being flooded with more machine-muck. The swelling warmth of their cum fills your holes to the brim and it begins to spill out, they pull out and aim over your body to give you their final spurts, a nice cum coat to end a nice fuck.

Stuka and Tiger release you, their ‘dendrites retreating back under their metal plates and hatches. Stuka slides off and lands in a heap next to the large tank, “I’m alright” he calls eliciting a giggle and a diesely chuckle from the tank you currently reside on. A few minutes later you’ve washed up and redressed, escorted the vehicles back to their resting places and spent the rest of your shift lazing about. Tired you pack up, say your goodbyes and head to your car. Seatbelt on, you turn the ignition, only to be greeted by a husky voice “Aye lass, so I heard ye like men of mechanical complexion eh?” the disembodied voice comes from your radio, your rear view mirror turns as if facing you, and soon you feel the familiar sensations of mechadendrites sliding up your legs, and rubbing up against your sore sex. These seemingly covered in a velvety material.

“Oh-oh my” is the only thing you are able to respond with.

“We are gunta have ta take the scenic route home aye me lass?” the engine rumbles, and he drives off, with you captive inside.

Fin?