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Berkut I and II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[7:07:53 PM]  DA?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[7:43:31 PM]  “You Leik Machines da?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[8:11:16 PM]  The vibration was nice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oshkosh Airventure

by

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

EAA AirVenture, the World’s largest aviation celebration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what’s the interesting part?

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

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

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

“yeah, but you ain’t normal kid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… don’t have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nazi Warbird love

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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?

Char and Alex : story

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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.”

Her Nighthawk

by

First living machine story, what really got my foot in the door of this genre.

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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The Wisconsin

by

•Story by Admiralstarknight (Battleship sex)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a person?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When in russia part 1

by

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.

Strange story

by

Sorin and Michie (B2-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…