The Vector Administration has taken control of planet earth with unanimous support from the citizens of the world, just in time to face off against a new threat. The Martian Giants have started to dethaw from below the surface of their polar ice. These angry and towering giants, as big as spaceships with self propulsive abilities to travel through space as if they were, were far too dexterous to fight with conventional military force. This led the Vector Scientists to combine full-dive VR technology with mech tech to allow soldiers to become their own spaceship sized personas in the vast empty world beyond the atmosphere. By piloting a Dive-mech they become one with the robot, they can feel what the robot feels, see what the robot sees, and fight like the robot fights.
Iris was returning from a conflict with the martians, battered and bruised (or at least those are the feelings she's sharing with her mech), and a bad fuel leak had led her to change her course towards a service station on an asteroid the Vector Government moved into solar orbit between earth and mars. Setting her course used up the last of her fuel and so she wouldn't be able to land. "Mayday Mayday, this is Iris Ebenstein of Magnolia 3. Service station, do you read me?"
"Copy, Iris, this is Service station Tango Foxtrot, we read you." a female voice replied.
"S.S. Tango Foxtrot, this is Iris, I need an Emergency Refuel in order to land,"
There is an uncomfortable pause, Iris persists,"S.S. Tango Foxtrot, this is Iris, did you hear me?"
"Iris, this is S.S. Tango Foxtrot. We hear you, break." a few seconds pause from the service station followed by, "We have no one authorized to pilot the refuel mech, over"
"S.S. Tango Foxtrot, this is Iris. Someone better pilot that thing, and soon, before I hurdle towards the sun. Do you read me!?"
There's a few seconds pause before the Service Stations replies, "Iris, this is S.S. Tango Foxtrot. We read you. I'm sending someone out with the refuel mech now. Break" a few seconds pause, "We're going to try to pull you in to be refueled on site, Break." a few seconds pause, "Only if we cannot slow you down, will our pilot attempt to refuel you, as they are not authorized or trained to use the refuel mech. Over."
"S.S. Tango Foxtrot, This is Iris. Whatever works, Over."
Iris watches as she drifts towards the service station, her flight computers tell her that if she doesn't change course in the next ten minutes she will be hurdling into the sun. She sets a timer that displays on her HUD. A large mech painted in Vector's official space camo, matte black with metallic silver and brown specs, emerges from a bay door on the asteroid. Iris feels hopeful that she'll survive her trip. The black mech gets behind Iris and grabs her shoulders and locks her legs. "Iris, this is Suzuma, I'm going to try and slow you down."
"Suzuma, this is Iris, I'm ready."
Panels in Suzuma's size open and a laminar jet stream emerges opposite the direction the girls are traveling. Iris remembers learning that only men are permitted to fly the current models of refueling mechs. The service station said they had no one permitted to fly the mech, did they mean that they had no men on deck? That would be a complete EO oversight. Radio Chatter cuts into Iris's train of thought, "It's no good, I can't slow you down enough to safely tow you to the service station. I'm going to have to refuel."
Iris figured it might be good to show the Vector government that women CAN pilot a refuel mech. "Go ahead Suzuma."
"I'm switching comms to a private channel, our commander says that inexperienced pilots put a lot of unwanted feedback through the comms network"
"Copy that" Iris hear a dull base tone as she shifts comms to a private connection with Suzuma, "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear!" Suzuma answers, "Have you ever had an emergency refuel before?"
"Never." Iris answered.
"They're getting pretty rare these days. I've never even seen one done, so I'm also a total newbie, go easy on me okay?" Suzuma commented, stalling with idle chit chat.
"You can do it! I promise." Iris encouraged, watching her timer countdown.
"I've been instructed to warn you that some people find the feeling very uncomfortable, which is why up until now your mech has only refueled without you inside it." Suzuma warned.
"I'm ready." Iris replied.
"Ok here goes..." Suzuma spreads her legs and makes some grunting sounds as she try to figure out how to will the proboscis into extending.
As Iris and Suzuma were about to find out, this appendage grew from a gap in the armor plating between the hips of the mech. As she felt it emerge, Suzuma looked down, "There? Why's it there?"
"Why's what where?" Iris asked.
"Nothing! Forget I said anything." Suzuma said,trying to compose herself and sound more professional.
The appendage that was like a narrow airbag covered in an armor plated mesh resembling dragon scales hung loosely from a just barely big enough gap in the mech's armor and then began to extend and enlarge as if it were being inflated by something. Suzuma grabbed it, a strange sensation rocked her loins, but she managed to confirm that it was firm enough to insert into the refueling dock, even though the skin of the airbag was still a bit loose. The appendage was like a bloated cylinder, except that it came to a needlepoint tip where the nozzle was meant to reach inside of a Dive-mechs fuel bladder. It resembles a human penis with Phimosis. "Okay Miss Iris, I'm going to need you to relax your emergency Fuel Dock."
"Okay, is that the same as the off-duty Fueling dock?" Iris asked.
"Unfortunately not, that dock is not made to be opened in space. The emergency fueling dock is pressurized behind two pneumatic airtight sphincters in order to prevent the accidental offloading of your fuel into the vacuum of space."
Iris suddenly had a bad, nervous feeling dwelling in the back of her head as she admitted "I've never had to use it before, I don't know where that is?"
Suzuma felt equally as nervous, "It's okay, I'm about to poke it to make a seal."
She had a bad feeling of what was going to happen, and felt the need to be cagey about it. "I'm going to need you to lean forward for me?" Suzuma asked.
Iris complied, allowing a gap in her armor below the base of her spine to widen enough to fit the proboscis. Suzuma, begrudgingly, pushed the tip of the nozzle in between the gap and against the first pneumatic sphincter. The loose skin of the airbag peeled back in order to help make an airtight seal. Iris exclaimed, in horror, the feeling that she feared was coming all along, "My butt?"
