artillery mech pilot

Chapter 19

//18+ only!! Minors DNI! Content warning: this one contains mention of a gun, but not any use of it.//

My eyes catch onto *it* immediately! *It* flashes, leaving a lingering trail of red behind *it* as *it* moves. A beam that dashes in circles round and round. I roll up onto my paws again, wiggling my ass before pouncing at *it*. I slide against the ground as *it* flicks away.

I stumble, taking a moment before recalibrating. I lunge at *it* another time, and once more *it* flees into the distance right as I’m about to catch *it*. I lose my balance, the world beginning to spin. The world feels uneven, but *it* keeps taunting me. I leap one more time, and this time *it* looks caught! *click* I coo a soft moan that drifts in the air. It feels so good, I dribble more. She points. I lap up my mess, and then *it* returns to taunt me.

“Mmmff!!” I purr into my gag, pouncing and leaping around awkwardly. I need to get *it*! *It* feels so good. I catch it again. *click* Catch. *click* each time feeling my spirit drift further and further away. It feels so amazing to have no thoughts at all. I just need to catch the dot. Just chase…pounce… it’s hypnotic in a way.

She looks on, just watching as I sink into the sweet endless abyss. I start to get my footing, jumps and lunges less awkward now, aside from the busted parts. A nimbleness and familiarity with my limbs begins. She clicks one last time, and puts the *dot* away. She then points in front of Her. I move over quickly, sitting down in front of Her with a big proud smile.

~I caught *it*! I caught it lots!~ a small fleeting thought in a sea of madness.

“Do you remember last time?” I shake and tilt my head. “Well, that tells me which kitty got you in trouble.” I’m confused, but it doesn’t matter. I hang on Her musical voice anyways. “You want out of the cage mittens?” I nod quickly, the aching still very present.

“Very well. If you can cum from just this.” She says dropping a familiar dildo on the ground. “Then I will consider letting you out early.” She speaks in a precise tone. “No hands.” She orders. I drool, grinding my hips at the air. By now my desires are blazing through my body. Sweat runs down every crease. My breath catches frequently in my throat. My heart pounds against my chest no different than an intense sortie.

I whimper needily. I don’t hesitate, crawling to the dildo and letting my spit fall over it. I lean my muzzle over top, letting the fluid drop out of the small opening. It isn’t much, but I’ll take what I can get.

I try to use my muzzle, awkwardly nuzzling it to try and get it to stand up. It’s no use, my senses too disrupted. “Wow…you really are pathetic. Look at you, rubbing all over that cock like it’s catnip.” She pokes. I don’t care, I am pathetic. I just need to cum. I just need to get some sweet release…

I eventually give up, and start grinding against it, trying the same with hips and groin. All it does is taunt me and tease me. My cage is soaked from my fervent needs. “Oops..” She says, kicking it away slightly with her boot as She towers over me. I chase after it of course, trying the same tactics again.

“Mmmfff!! Mmm..mm mm!!” I plead. She just taps her foot. “Oh you must be so desperate.” She taunts knowingly. “Tell you what. I will help you get it inside of you, but, you are not allowed to cum until I say so.” She says offering me such a sweet solution.

I agree to her terms, nodding and mewling. *Click*. More reinforcement. She is an efficient woman, grabbing the dildo off the ground with one hand. She points, “Head down, ass up, face away.” She orders. I comply, shifting around and leaning over so my chest and face are pressed into the floor.

She grabs a hold of my hair firmly, hand gripping my head. “Beg.” She orders as the tip of the familiar appendage teases at the rim of my asshole. My girlcock dribbles more.My gorans are pained and needy. I whimper and whine. “mmmmmm!!! Mmmmm!!” The stifled mewls filling the Hangar. It’s only now I hear the sounds of laughter around me. Echoing voices tease in the edges of my awareness. Still, there’s a bigger focus.

She pulls me back by my hair, a large portion of the cock shoved painfully in at once. “There’s your help. Now you can finish yourself.” She says before moving around to the front of my face again. I take it as permission, leaning back onto my hind legs. I start to rock my hips up and down the length.

I tremble, drenched in my sweat with that plastic cock driving in and out. My eyes flutter as it prods gently against my prostate. I try to get accustomed to the sensation, but it’s not enough for Her. She grabs me again, and this time uses Her strong muscles to shove me down onto the cock. She uses the other hand to grab onto my left tit, using it as a handle to yank me up.

She spurs me to go faster. My tits and ass bounce and jiggle the other each motion. I groan louder and louder. The wall of colors and distortion begin to form into distinct shapes. Soon, I can see vague shapes of people towering over me. Pain starts to seep into my limbs. “5 minutes kitten.” She says, unlocking my chastity cage. “Cum in that time and I’ll give you a gift.”

As the key turns and the device opens, my gock twitches and begins to expand. My testes shrivel and in a few moments I’m the stiffest I’ve ever been. I hear the laughter grow louder. My focus wanes. My thoughts poke through the surface.

I’m still desperate, still needy. I pound my hips as hard as I can, lifting my paws to try to rub myself out or to even play with my own tits. She refuses to help further, and is swift to grab my paws and handcuff them behind my back. The steel bites into my skin and bone. “You can cum from anal or not at all. Are we clear or are you too useless to even keep as a toy?” She says with a stern warning. My visual field clears up just enough to see Her hand near Her pistol. She’s ready in a moment to put one through my head, no second chances. The fear doesn’t even strike, only the knowledge.

I ride fervently, grinding and bucking. The dildo prods my prostate with every moment. “3 minutes”!

~Im so close…pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseohgodojgodohgodohgod~

I begin to see the faces and distinct long hair, uniforms appearing out of the fog. Just a little longer. The pain starts to return, my body ready for collapse. “2 minutes” I slam and beat my hips on it over and over, so close but losing focus.

She reaches releases a boob and gets another medication. “1 minute.” She slips it under the gag so I can’t spitit out. I whine desperate and needy as I become overwhelmed. I’m pent up and can’t find climax and then!… “Times up.”

I now see clearly as the fog unsettles. The crowd of women in all directions. The entire hangar laughing. The women pointing and jeering in all directions. “Oh my god she’s so pathetic!” “Does it even know what it’s doing?” “Wow, can’t wait to have my own to torture if they’re this great at entertainment.” “She must have been a real slut, to want to get off to this.” Every single one of them look at me from above. I’m miniscule in comparison as I watch their forms stretch to obscurity. My shaft shrinks as the med tablet takes effect. And just as quickly my clit is locked back up.

I collapse as all of the injuries now strike, and worse then before. I shake and crumple into myself as the pain takes over my mind. I scream and scream in my muzzle, but it’s no use.

My conscience struggles, I dry heave and choke…and eventually the pain takes me. The last words I hear are a familiar voice barely in the crowd. A hallucination certainly…her sweet voice mingled in the crowd.

Y’ALL I DID IT WHAT THE FUCK I DID IT YESSSSSSSSSS

I’m so so so so so proud of this piece. Inspired by AC4A, WARHOUND, FLOWERBLOOM, glitchyrobo’s writings in general, and a whole bunch of other mecha and horror media

I really hope you all enjoy!!

- Medtech Hylen

Don't fret, I saw her on cams. She's just off in a store room, she needs some space and time outside of the room. I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry. When she's done, just let her back in. Oh, and get her more pillows, the nice ones. Tell the commissary to put it on my tab.

Vixens love pillows.

Isolated from all other variables, any single Gestalt connection is, statistically, quite safe to make. For decades, the only regular users of inhabitance technology were highly-trained military personnel and bespoke human synths designed specifically for the rigors of the connection. With the proper precautions in place, the chances of a Gestalt-linked pilot suffering even a minor headache from the neural bridge is practically zero.

Within the sanctioned warzone, untrained operators rack up hundreds of link-hours per month. Fortunately (for Gestalt-system manufacturers’ PR teams), these daredevils rarely survive long enough to notice the erosion of their ego or experience a total persona collapse.