Admiralstarknight

An Awkward position: War thunder porn story 2

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1428900543_admiralstarnight_wt2KV-1 x Spitfire

 

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

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

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

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

War Thunder (Bt-7/T-26)

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

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

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

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

I yawn and go to play another match.

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

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

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

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

I must be IN WarThunder.

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

I nod, wondering how I got in here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His name is Comet,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“StarNight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oshkosh Airventure

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

EAA AirVenture, the World’s largest aviation celebration.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what’s the interesting part?

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

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

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

“yeah, but you ain’t normal kid.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… don’t have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Wisconsin

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•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.

You can be amazeingly smart, and amazeingly dumb too.

by

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

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

Official M50 commercial spoofs on the British version of Topgear.

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

 

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NEW LIVING MACHINE PORN STORIES

Battleship sex
•story by Admiralstarknight (author of the alpha story)
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14427683/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a person?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When in Russia:

-Personal journal entry 451: 8 May 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Definitely” he replied concealing his excitement.

“Go to the Barrikadnaya Metro station at Midnight”

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

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

-Personal Journal entry 452: 7 May 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She is at the Kubinka air base.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded “Da, Russians make the best vodka”

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

“You like” she asked.

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

“I’m glad you like it”

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

“What do you want to see”

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

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

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

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

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

“A few” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I believe it was moya dorogaya”

“What does that mean”

“That we were made for each other”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“don’t even think it” Vadik replied.

“admit It he looks just like him”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Red square, I have a discrete VIP”

“Who”

“See for yourself”

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

The heavy metal gate screeched open and they exited.

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

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

“Have you and her ever…you know…”

“Once or twice, We all have needs”

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

Small Plane Big fun

by

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

 

Story by admiral star night:  ALPHA PART 1

 

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

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

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

Here is the story:

Frustrated.

That was my current main feeling. Frustrated.

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

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

They didn’t know my secret.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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