[Episode 02]
The sirens blared as Alpha Team lumbered through the airlock, back into the Super-Mech Strikers facility after another successful mission. The airlock filtered out all the nasty radioactive energy outside, keeping the interior of the massive facility safe. The Strikers Facility was an extension of the Los Angeles UNDF base that served as the training facility, housing, labs, mechanics shop and anything else that the Strikers program needed to operate.
The mechs clanked and clunked into the main hangar, led by Mark Hawthorn, the American Head Pilot. Mark was a freak physique wise. He seemed to be born to be a bodybuilder and had honed his musculature to be the perfect pilot. In his line of work, it helped not only to be physically strong, but also attractive. The more aroused your partners were, the stronger the connection.
The eagle Battle-Mech lowered the cockpit, kneeling down and Mark dismounted as the hatch opened, throwing back his messy brown hair. A huge mechanical arm that was suspended from the ceiling grabbed the mech from behind him and walked towards the hangar exit, greeted by a somewhat friendly face.
“Hawthorne, did you seriously get Kaiju sludge all over my mech?” asked Litsy Vietes, one of the top mechanics at the Striker Facility. The short Colombian woman, stood with her hands on her hips, grease smudges all over her face and coveralls, admittedly looking up at Mark as he approached.
“Litsy, it was a slug monster. What do you want me to do?” replied Mark, looking back at his goo-covered mech being hauled away for maintenance by the crane.
“Maybe don’t go sticking that head of yours in all the filthiest places,” said Litsy, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
Mark smirked, “Hey, I’ll put my head where I please, Miss Viete-”, he began, getting cut off. The lovely and stretchy-holed Haruka Sato, the Japanese body pilot , had just slapped him on the back of his head.
“You’re supposed to be saving that for me, Mark,” Haruka said playfully, although to Mark the power behind the slap didn’t seem playful.
“Yeah right, Haruka. You’re the one getting triple-booked on the daily and Mark’s supposed to save his dirty talk for you?” Litsy challenged.
Haruka scoffed, “It’s my job to get triple-booked. Also, I’m Mark’s favorite anyways. Right, Mark?” Haruka asked, hugging his arm in a show of affection.
“I like you both. I uhhh have many favorites,” he said diplomatically.
Litsy shrugged, “Not as many favorites as him,” said with a chuckle, jerking her thumb to the next dismounting member of Alpha Team as she took her leave.
Magnus Strand, the mighty Norwegian left arm pilot emerged, greeted by a gaggle of UNDF members. ‘Magnus! Magnus! Did you get it? You got it, right?’ and other such things were cheered as he waded through the pack of fans.
“Ladies, ladies, we can do this in my quarters, as long as you all fit!” he said with a gleeful smile.
With this, the combined group of horny female pilots, mechanics and researchers carried Stand out of the hallway towards the barracks, tearing at his skin tight mech pilot suit.
“Damn, some people get all the fun…”, came the voice of Hitty Allard, the Inuit pelvis pilot, who spent her time getting denied all that ‘fun‘.
Haruka put her arm around Hitty, “Don’t worry girl! Mark will take care of you! He is the team leader after all. It’s his job to help out all his teammates,” she said, nudging him with her elbow.
“Yeah, of course, Hitty. Do you need some post-mission relief?” he asked.
Hitty blushed, “No, no. Don’t worry about it. I mean… I came, I just, you know- rubbed one out,” she said a little sheepishly. “That’s how the laser was so strong this time,” she added with a nervous giggle.
“Hitty, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure Haruka wanted some more action too, so we can all have some fun together,” Mark offered.
‘Oh sure, put it off on me, Mark,’ thought Haruka. Although truthfully, she was craving his cock a little. Magnus and Ruby were great in battle because of their sheer girth and length, but Mark was definitely a more graceful lover than either of them.
“You’re sure?” the overly conscious Hitty asked.
“Of course! We’d be happy for you to join us,” said Mark.
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The warm shower water ran down Hitty’s back as Mark gently backed her into the communal shower room. Haruka had warmed up the water and was waiting for them. Of course, all of them had stripped naked. Hitty couldn’t help but stare down, mesmerized by Mark’s twitching cock. Haruka began to caress Hitty’s form, feeling the Inuit girl’s firm body.
She didn’t get a lot of attention as the cuck pilot, she wasn’t supposed to. The more pent up a cuck pilot was, the more power there was for the mech. It was more responsive, the connection between teammates was stronger and there was a higher rate of mission success. Hitty knew all this, but sometimes it became too much, and she was glad that Mark and Haruka had realized it.
Hitty quivered at Haruka’s touch, her breathing already becoming heavy with anticipation. Mark stroked his dick for a moment, working on getting it hard, but Haruka place stopped him.
“Let her do it. She needs it,” she advised. “Isn’t that right, Hitty?” she asked as she went in to nibble on the girl’s ear.
“Yeah…”, Hitty moaned as Haruka teased her touch-starved senses.
Haruka pushed Hitty to a squatting position and nudged her face into Mark’s crotch. She delicately stuck out her tongue, like she was catching snowflakes, and tasted his cock.
”Leeuuuggghhh,” groaned Hitty, as she dragged her tongue along the underside of Mark’s throbbing shaft.
The smell of his arousal was already making her go crazy and it was multiplied by the fact that he had been sweating in the cramped mech cockpit, all whilst wearing a skin-tight suit. The flavor was divine. After her tongue had tickled the tip, Haruka guided her back down to Mark’s ball.