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Nocere's engines are already hot when Luna slams the throttle all the way forward. She's losing blood at an alarming rate, but she knows the mech will keep her going until her job is done. Her opponent is fast, maybe the fastest she's gone up against in that angular little black mech of theirs, and whatever type of sword it's wielding has already taken a few chunks out of her hull, not to mention impaling her cockpit. The engines take time to spool up, and she's going to need that power before long. Everything Nocere feels Luna feels too, and right now the engines feel like a fire in her chest.

"Careful now, I don't want my Puppy cooked, do I?" Handler's voice comes through with a click, pouring into Luna's head like honey, making her extremeties tingle and her cock twitch. "Closest support is two kilometers away, you'll be on your own for this, Pup, but I know you'll make me proud."

Luna gives an affirmative bark in reply, then fixes her muzzle when it slips a bit on her blood-slicked face.

"God, she's barking now" Someone else crackles angrily through the radio.

"I thought all the growling was bad, whats with this bitch?" Another chimes in.

"Its just gross," another manages before Handler clicks the radio to mute remotely. Luna understands, no distractions right now.

Whoever this enemy is knows they're outgunned if her allies get involved, but theyre too far to offer help and Luna is an ace on the backfoot. Thats a hard target to pass up for any self respecting pilot.

She looks around, but doesn't see her opponent, until...

There! A black reflection off an intact window. Lucky. Luna licks her chops while Nocere calculates the trajectory and offers the most likely route for her target to take. The engines are ready. Good. At almost the exact moment Luna has the impulse to move, Nocere is lunging to the right with a G-force that would put a rocket sled to shame, straight into the path of an extended sword. Shit. The blade pierces Nocere's hip, shredding away its left leg, and Luna screeches in fury as she feels the pain like it were her own.

Then the drugs hit. Combat drugs are outlawed on both sides of the war. Getting a soldier addicted to violence, pain, and suffering has just never panned out well for anyone. Luckily, thanks to Handler, Luna is special, and vats of the stuff are pumped into her mech before every mission.

Her screech turns into a howl of ecstasy when she grabs the wrist of her opponent, slowed just enough as the sword slices through her armoured hip joint, and in an instant the fight is over. Her opponent is built for speed, not strength, and the inertia tears their arm off at the shoulder. Their mech careens out of control and crashes into a ruin behind Luna, while she is voilently jerked sideways by the momentum. Her cock was already hard, but now it's throbbing unbearably. She dizzily props herself up on the sword, her new trophy, and uses it, with the arm still attached, as a crutch to hobble over to where her opponent is trying to recover. Not fast enough, maybe for the first time in their career Luna thinks.

Handler clicks her radio back on for her. She likes hearing what her opponent has to say in these situations and Handler knows it, but she only hears her allies.

"Oh my god, is this really what those drugs do?"

"This is disgusting."

"I actually think it's sort of hot, to be honest"

That last one is met with a series of groans and insults, but it helps Luna realize shes been moaning constantly since her leg came off. She doesnt care, she's too close now and nothing else matters. Its about to get to the best part and she won't let go of this euphoria.

The pointy little thing is just about to its feet when, with a rapturous wail of pleasure, she forces the blade down into its lower abdomen, severing it top from bottom. Now, the coup de gráce. Luna is throbbing already, her hips are thrusting into the air of the cockpit with only the barest hint restraint. She's done this enough times to know this is the climax. Nocere gets down on all three remaining limbs, straddling the broken thing beneath her, and opens its massive jaws. A mouth on a mech is unheard of, but Nocere is piloted by a dog and Handler had it built custom to reflect that. Blood and spittle drip from Luna's muzzle and Nocere's jagged, tungsten carbide edged teeth drip oil and coolant in thick gobs onto her prey below. A mechanical roar throatlessly bellows from deep in the machine as her opponent's head enters the maw, and then,

Crunch.

Luna cums in her suit, screaming rapturously and bucking her hips wildly into the air. Thick ropes gush through the suit's thin material, dripping onto the instruments and monitors below as she finds herself in a new type of Heaven reachable only through violence. Her tongue lolls out and her eyes roll back as Nocere lifts itself, taking the head off the ruined body beneath it, and crushing it down in its jaws. The metal groans and explosive bolts burst, sending shivers down her spine. Her hips buck with each one, the last of her cum spurting out with every thrust.

The radio clicks onto Handler's cloying voice, "Good girl! Aren't you just such a good girl for me?"