#asynchrosis

"Prep her for initialization." A voice came to me from my tired, anesthetic induced state, it sounded familiar, but also distant and strange,

"You're sure about this Colonel? This is the last point at which we can abort interment, if something goes wrong the medical team, they might-" "We're out of time for doubts, just get her loaded up." The familiar voice again, it was Colonel Raicjik, she must have been looking after me in some way. That's odd, the medical ward isn't often visited by top brass.

"Yes ma'am." It took a moment for the other voice to respond, I didn't quite recognize him, but he sounded hesitant. As I pondered the iniquity of my situation I was abruptly interrupted by a hand gripping the breathing mask off of my face, and a small slap on the cheek. When I opened my eyes I was faced with Fae, her eyes glinting down at me. She was wearing what she wore back in our working days, her jumpsuit tied around her waist by the arms and a black body-tight tank top with a latex-like texture.

"Wake up honey-bunches, the cocktail hit your system pretty hard after withdrawals, but you're stabilized,"

"What cocktail?" I said with a incredulous expression written on my face, my eyes so focused on Fae that I couldn't even conceptualize the world around me,

"Stimulants dove, you're going back to service," She said with a quiet intonation, her eyes softly peering at mine,

"I'm, going back?" She chuckled at my response, then stepped out of the way of my vision, I felt a sudden jolt in my systems as my heart rammed. I could barely believe my eyes how beautiful she was. Her arms were held at her side with her pistols clasped on her hips, my eyes followed her arms up to her sleek shoulder spikes, both adorned with long white stripes, in the purple base coat, then up to her face, the sensor array glowing that brilliant pink it used to, so long ago. I sat up, the cot buckling slightly under the speed, and finally I looked down at myself, my plugsuit hugged me, clenching around every part of my body except the top of my head and my finger tips. "I'm, back?" I said with a smile brimming on my lips as I turned to stare at Fae who giggled at my expression and nodded. A loud click sounded over the intercom of the hangar and a voice erupted force,

"You're being deployed to Lagras, a smuggler world on the exterior of Galligos space, it's become infested with dissidents as a result of the incompetent control of a oil mogul who briefly controlled the territory. You're being deployed to destroy hostile Mecha presences, devastate conventional armor, and prepare a major finance district for capture by conventional forces." It was the Colonel, she sounded more serious than I remembered her. "You will be endangered by seemingly superior force, with limited recon as a result of atmospheric smog coverage making sensor pierce difficult." I caught a glimpse of her outline through the tinted glass to the hangar control room, "You will embark now."

I stood up, lightly holding onto Faes arm for support as she loaded me onto the small hover platform which would deliver me to the embarkment point,

"We'll have you interred in no time," Fae said with a smile, her smiles were always so warming, but I couldn't feel any of it, not now. The stimulants kicked in as my heart started pumping, and all I could do was stare at her, The Nagarrond, the chest plate agape, separated from the hull with enough room for me to walk in. Fae held my arm and helped me across the boundary, then, I was officially standing on her, my hands ran over the armor plate and the shaped sides of the walls as I wandered deeper in, finding my fingers clasping onto familiar guard rails, my eyes running over stickers and little notes I and Fae had placed here, and finally on the core of the heart, the series of sensory pads lining the interior walls, and the indent in the one in the center back where I was to stand. Fae held me gently, letting me stare and glance around while setting me down in a chair on the side of the Heart and finding all the appropriate plugs for all the appropriate ports in my body.

"Fae, I- I missed her so much," She looked over at me, her expression was worried briefly but she smiled,

"I know you did, and I'm sure she missed you too," Fae walked over with a bundle of cords which she rapidly emplaced in the side of my skull, each one activating some other long lost system,

"You really think so?" I muttered, god I was pathetic. She knew I was, I just, couldn't control myself. I cared too much for her opinion.

"Of course I do," She grabbed my arm slowly helping me up and walking me over to the indent, a series of wires and prongs slowly pushing themselves out through the sensory harness' rubbery embrace before a soft hiss sounded as the harness repressurized around them. Fae slowly set me down as such that each plug found it's way into each appropriate port, my eyes twitching as I let out a brief quiet moan, the machine gripping me softly. Fae had this crooked look on her face as she leaned into me, "I'll see you..." I felt her hand slowly slip down between my legs and rub me slightly, causing me to moan again, "on the other side~" she kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth stifling the sound of my excitement, before pulling away, wiping my saliva off her cheeks and walking out to the entrance. The doors of the machine closing behind her.

For a brief moment all was black, my eyes craved sensation, and so, I thought it into life, my connection to the machine initialized and for a few brief moments all I could see was color, it flaw past me in bright pink and white and yellow stripes, before settling into a consistent image, the harness started to clasp itself closed, the other parts moving as the back part which held me suspended itself toward the center of the heart, I felt each compression surface closing tightly around me, the rubbery sensation grasping me as the sensory hood was applied over my head by the interior hydraulic arm. Despite my whole body being covered I could see, not the interior but the outside, through her- My. My eyes. I felt the interior pressurization system begin and then the manipulators wrap themselves around me, gripping onto my more sensitive parts, but far more prescient was the feeling of the siphoning gel rapidly exiting the suit through a pair of ports in the neck, before the vacuum seal was complete. I was interred fully then. Clasped onto by my own interiors. It took a few moments but soon my ability to feel my actual bodies sensations slipped away,

"Again Colonel it's such an alarming rate for synch to be achieved, this seems dangerous-"

"We've already done it, now can it. We'll see if this 'condition' of hers is even worth breeding out. Maybe it'll make her more, beneficial to us."

"Interred and ready to go Colonel," I spoke with an authority I hadn't had for months, standing there looking at the observation window in the hangar, finally reunited with my true body, was exhilarating. It filled me courage. "Point me where I need to go and I'll egress."

"Attagirl 80.A, Lagras, Juka City, Financial District. Go knock on their door for me, won'tcha?" The Colonel had an almost hopeful intonation, I wasn't just a pathetic waste of medical resources anymore, it was time to be an asset again.

Serum partial-nodule hextachondriac amnesticism agent x-81 targeting subsection five through twelve of the prefrontal cortex, effect; partial elimination of synaptic communication with Class-X CD-8880193 Helio, "The Nagarrond". Comment: amnestic deployment considered a failure; complete elimination of synaptic communication cannot be attained on subject Suspended Pilot 80.A "Emerson."

Further observation: "The continued degradation of 80.A's mental function was, before now, following relatively typical collapse patterns associated with typical substance withdrawal, but recent observation has proven complicated for this observation. Despite long established standards in the field of combative stimulant use, she has not shown typical recovery standards and has instead entered a period of atypical dystrophy aligned more typically with the removal of necessary etymological resources, such as hormones.

Recommendation: Although not ideal, the only reasonable treatment recommendation is to reintroduce Pilot 80.A to combat stimulation.

Result: GALLIGOS MEDICAL CONCEPT TEAM OFFICIALLY REQUESTS "EMERSON" 80.A BE RETURNED TO ACTIVE SERVICE.

Declared missing in action and in breach of corporate conduct.

MIP 64.I, Rook,

Declared missing in action and in breach of corporate conduct.

Both pilots fled corporate custody at the end of the Heron Campaign, briefly following the surrender of Verdans Corporate headquarters and n the Klasson System, both pilots took their MIs, Shear (Falx-Haron, Class-E, 88892210) and Aegis (Vita-Xaj, Class-I, 772199993) respectively. As of now, corporate property in the form of these two assets has not been retrieved, and special media operative Rosebrush has not attempted to contacted Corporate Handler NKJ-7 “Muttstance” since the incident. NKJ-7 is currently reported missing in action.

While Rook was expected to commit to some form of inappropriate behavior given their emotional instability, forced media appearances, and “late-bloomer” conditioning, Rosebrush is as close to a perfectly programmed pilot as the company can produce. Incapable of harming herself, her superiors, incapable of running from her superiors, extreme implanted separation anxiety from Rook, Shear, and her Handler, while also experiencing the natural sedation of working with a Class-X.

(MECHAFUCKER SHORT STORY LETS GO)

Incident Report with Mechanized Infantry Pilot, "Emerson" (MIP-80.A).

nsft!!

heyo! i'm emerson, i got kinda swept up in the mech posting thing which is a really small section of nsft tumblr but the concept fascinated me and i love it i love it i love it

so without further ado

Incident Report 14-C

Mechanized Infantry Pilot

Misconduct.

Mechanized Infantry Pilot 80.A was caught activating her mechanized infantry suit outside of regulatory hours. Her mech is a Class-X Haratora-Zed suit, a relatively easy to use maintenance suit with a large number of automated functions.

More beneath the cut.

After the first day of deprivation, I'm not feeling too awful. I'm lying in the medical quarters. My bodysuit was taken from me by the wards for cleaning, they'll bring it back, I know, comfort items aren't forcibly stolen from patients like they are in the small-time navy, but in the mean time I feel just, terribly exposed. My last remnant of connection to it, even though it's only temporary, makes me feel this strong twisting in my stomach, like there's something just physically unright.

I had decided to pass the time by plugging my halo into the simulation docket, the chords were a little uncomfortable, trying to reach all the way up to my head, but it was worth it to feel connected to anything, really. I chose to watch a series of onboarded mech combat training simulations. Unfortunately, the simulations didn't put me into the mech, as they were for recruits. These ones had me sit on the sidelines, watching them fight, and demonstrating simple moves, counter measures, movement tech... the instructor droned on about some random bullshit as I plastered my face against the invisible barrier which prevented me from entering the arena. If training simulations simulated liquids other than oil and coolant, I assure you, my drool would have been covering that barrier, but I digress.

When the simulation ended I tore the chord out of the halo port and let out a deep sigh, looking down at myself. I was wearing a pair of army grade boxers and a t-shirt. That was all I could really muster in the morning. I winced a little before reaching my right hand into the boxers. I palmed at my tip first, then slowly shifted the hand down the length of my girldick until I reached base, I felt it throb needily in my hand, my breathing grew slightly labored as I stared at my bulge through the boxers.

"Room?"

"Yes Emerson?" The AI assistant responded,

"Lights and blinds." I said the order before it even finished saying my name.

"Of course Emerson." the blue lights overhead shut off, leaving only a series of downward facing lights illuminating the floor. I immediately shoved the boxers down, flinching as I felt the harsh surface of the elastic run over my length and tip, before it bounced up out past the boxers, kicking them off the rest of the way I immediately started stroking, my moaning sounded more like whining as my eyes rolled back a little. I twitched and convulsed slightly as my heels pushed into the mattress, arching my back against my pillow to thrust up into my fingers. My free hand wandered, it ended up running along the various connection ports across my body. I found myself unconsciously fingering them, rubbing their cold metal exteriors before eventually sliding deep enough into them to feel the strong silicon carbonate, a softer rubbery material, the ports interiors felt warm around my fingers, the deeper my pointer finger poked in, the faster I stroked myself~

In my head I was inside The Nagarrond, its beautiful tendrils and wires connecting to me, integrating me, accepting me... I yearned for that feeling, as I imagined it wrapping itself around me, and squeezing me, squishing me into it's frame or mold. I needed it to penetrate me and encapsulate me. I am it's life force, it uses me to survive, and my brain controls its function. A symbiotic relationship. It's only natural to want to be 2 parts of a whole with something so... needy.

Static overtook consciousness as I faded off into this spiral, I'm sure this, repetitive cognitive action did wonders for convincing the cerebral medicinal specialist assigned to oversee my response to asynchrosis synapse therapy I was sane. I found myself rolling over and grabbing a pillow, folding it over my girldick and thrusting repeatedly into the slit I made, holding it tight as I plowed it into the mattress. My moans grew louder and I started mumbling, useless little words lost to my hysteria, until eventually it ended up as yips and yells as I exclaimed Fuck! Oh Fuck! and Oh my gods oh my gods oh my gods~! I plugged myself into the simulation docket again I was so needy, I watched warship grade functions coolant spill out of a Class-F Galligos' jugular at least 12 times before finally shooting cum into the pillow, it had been the first time in 3 days.

hehe it’s been like an hour since i finished the first little bit but oh my god i am losing it

“Medical leave”

i stared at the ceiling in the trauma center, my legs bouncing lightly up and down unconsciously. i looked pretty out of place, most patients wore clothes similar to hospital garments from earth, but i was wearing my body glove, a simple black skin-tight body suit. the nurses had tried to get me to change out of it but i wouldn’t let them, protesting aggressively about how it made me feel comfortable. thinking about the tantrum made me cringe at myself but i shook my head and stared up at the ceiling. i had other things to be embarrassed about.

i had just been given “the talk”, my lieutenant pulled me aside the day after i had been admitted to medical leave. he sat me down in a locked office and explained to me my predicament.

“Listen, Emerson, it’s not unusual or even necessarily bad for pilots to grow attached to their mechs, Class-X mechs are arguably designed to make that happen…”

i wasn’t listening, there was just so much static behind my eyes. the night before i was pulled out of my Haratora-Zed by a concerned Class-I pilot while in deep synchrosis, in plain english, i was fucked up. i felt so angry with him for a little while… why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut, why’d he have to poke me. i don’t blame him as much now, he was doing his job, but still…

“Your mech, The Nagarrond?” my head snapped up to listen at the mention of her— i mean it, whatever.

“yes sir?”

“are you even aware how quickly you reached pique synchrosis?” i stared at him and shook my head no, i was lying, i had been training myself to fall quicker and quicker,

“22 minutes, you were in your mech for 22 minutes before synchrosis was complete. that’s record lows, and also terribly uncharted waters…” his voice faded off for me again. Nagarrond, my mech, has a specially designed interior, it was originally made for the feminine frame but, it was given a masculine attachment between the legs, to accommodate my… yeah.

“Pilot, we’re more worried for you than anything, alright?” i nodded, taking this comment as the end of the conversation and stood up,

“may i return to my quarters sir?” he looked a little beside himself but he nodded, i quickly walked down the hallway to get to the elevator, praying no one else was joining me, i could feel the crotch of my body suit getting tighter…

the way a class-x works is pretty simple to explain, pilots are pumped full of sensory enhancers through these fun little mechanical ports they put into you, before you put your body suit on, they cover you in a siphoning substance, basically so that the suit will vacuum seal itself to your skin… sometimes you do it yourself, but normally you have other crew help you. recruits to the program have a pretty typical track record of sexual misconduct during this period, as the gel is applied, hands wander and, protocol falls apart. but once you get into the mech, i assure you, you will never yearn for hands again.

once entering, your body suit will be pressurized by the mech grabbing and tightening around your body, this will cause the siphoning liquid to rapidly leave through the neck, finalizing the body suit equipment, then the mech will attach various prongs to the neural link halo implant around the upper half of your head, causing you to gain eye sight, and a informational HUD, including power levels, estimation on “time until release” (how soon you’re likely to cum), incoming messages and orders, some of which are automated meaning the mech is basically just using you as a power source, and some of which will request your direct input, alongside this you also get various fun “settings” you can neurologically activate.

after the halo insertion, then begins the output interfacing. in crude language since they somehow manage to make it boring during training, if you have a dick, it puts you into an industrial grade, personalized, and neurologically tuned vibrating, squeezing, and sucking fleshlight, which is constantly self lubricated. if you have a pussy, it attaches a pump to your clit which will constantly suck on it, and occasionally spray it with water to rehydrate, alongside this pump a scan of your interior is taken, and a studded self positioning dildo will extend to your ideal length and angle, and then always pump into you at the right speed. both body types are penetrated with anal vibrators which run on personalized cycles to stimulate your anal g spot as well as they can. most pilots will cum up to 4 times during calibration alone, causing the suit to provide appropriate sustenance through a pair of ports which are surgically implanted into your neck.

as the elevator door started to close i couldn’t help it, i leaned against the back wall and reached down to my girl-bulge, rubbing it through the bodysuit~ my tip tented against the rubbery material which hugged my skin, i could only imagine how bad this would hurt for a girl with a bigger dick… but i didn’t have that problem. i whimpered to myself as the door finally finished closing, i collapsed to a cross legged position, leaning forward as to rub my bulge across my calves, i humped at it desperately, growing frustrated with myself. it was the first day in months i didn’t have any stimulus enhancers, every stroke and hump felt unsatisfying? despite how much i whimpered at them. before i knew it i had to get back to standing, as i saw the floor number rapidly approaching mine. as i got myself up i made myself look professional, aka i yanked my girldick between my legs and just prayed it would get a little softer…

i rushed back into the trauma unit and past the receptionist, into the quarters, locking myself in my room and collapsing against the door, the cool blue lights were flickering on from the motion detection as i just stared down at my humiliating girl dick, i shook my head rapidly for a second to try and get my mind off it before undoing the body suits binding and tossing it on my bed.

It was docking time for the Androu, the ship I was stationed on. We'd land on Pochimen to get a quick restock before taking off again. These times were always chaotic. Personnel were replaced, bullets and shells and rations refilled. The Androu is a mobile base more than a warship. Most fleet battles are avoided simply because neither side wants to commit that deeply, so if combat is unavoidable, usually a Galligos ship will race the Secessionist vessel back to one of it's planets and land away from a settled area. Whoever landed first, and whoever had better landing protocol, got a significant advantage in the coming battle as their logistics would be better set up, they'd have more units prepared to fight, and their organization and morale would generally be higher. The Androu is fitted with plenty of warheads and shield scramblers, but it's just an expensive and scary type of fighting.

The chaos of docking time was usually driven by an underlying scent of alcohol and illicit drug trading, I wasn't foreign to this. Pretty regularly I and my handler would go down planetside for a couple nights, get drunk, buy stimulus enhancers, fuck until we can't see straight, and then wonder if it was the alcohol or her girldick that made walking hard the next day.

I groaned to myself as I laid in bed, holding my head in my hands and rubbing my temples. The withdrawal from synapse accelerants was really starting to hit now. But, I was excited for the first time in a week. I was going to actually do something fun... even if it wasn't with it.

Standing up, I yanked at the military surplus bodysuit, which was basically just a shirt that went over your cooch, to get it to sit at least comfortably over my girldick, I slipped my phone off the bedside table and walked into the bathroom. My eyes traced over myself in the mirror. My implants had irritated red circles around them, some just from underuse causing the silicon composite under my skin to rub a little more than usual, others from my constant fidgeting around their rims. My hair was frizzed up around my head, frowning, I reached up and pushed my hand through it. I immediately caught various snags.

I grabbed irritation gel from my medicine cabinet and rubbed it around the ports while watching something on my holo phone, my free hand rubbing my tip uninterestedly through the bodysuit. I looked a wreck but at least I was doing, something. When I was done with the gel I put it away and grabbed a hair tie from the counter, they were everywhere in my room. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment then just, aggressively grabbed my mop of hair until I managed to get most of the strands at least in my hand. I winced as I yanked the hair tie over and around the rest of my hair, as unagreeable as it was. I got it up, and the hair tie didn't break. I say that's a win.

As I went to lie back down in my bed I heard a knocking on my door. I turned and stared at,

After a moments hesitation, "Room?"

"Yes Emerson?"

"Who's at the door?"

"Handler Fae Kadesyj-"

I cut it off excitedly, "Open the door," The door did exactly as I said, and pulled itself into the ceiling, what it revealed was my handler, walking into my room. I stood with my hands plastered to my side, bouncing up and down, trying not to make too many weird noises, at least until the door closed. When it did I ran towards her and laid myself down on her knees, wrapping myself around her leg and nuzzling into her thigh,

"Ma'am! Ma'am ma'am ma'am!" I exclaimed repeatedly, excited beyond belief to see her, she giggled down at me and pet me, ruining my pony-tail but damn I didn't give a shit.

She reached down with her big strong mechanics arms and lifted me up, holding me against her chest bridal style,

"How's my starstrider~?" She said with this big cocky smile, I loved it so much, I loved her so much, I leaned up and kissed her, she kissed me back, pressing her tongue against my lips and parting them, she shoved it into my throat. We lowered to the ground, and she gently placed me down. She shoved my bodysuit aside and began stroking my girldick fast as she stared at my eyes rolling back into my skull.

My hands grasped onto anything they could as I quivered in her grasp, one finding it's way onto her belt. She then shoved my head away from hers by the neck, ramming my skull into the ground before reaching up and undoing her belt and zipper, letting her own girldick fall out. I whimpered as I stared at it. I listened to her grunts attentively, each one made me feel even needier. Her free hand would grab me by the back of my head and yank my face up to meet her girldick, she slapped it across my face once on the left, and once on the right, before shoving it into my mouth.

"Good little pilot~ That's it~" her other hand came up from my girldick to grab my head, she used it like a fleshlight for a few seconds, ramming in and out before letting my head fall back onto the ground, now covered in saliva. She smiled at my face before grabbing me by the legs and yanking me around so that her girldick rested ontop of mine over my stomach. Her hand grasped around both of them, and stroked, feeling her thick, warm... huge... girldick against my pathetic little 5 inches made me hump up against her.

"Now, honey~ Listen." I nodded up at her, I would do anything, "You're going to cum when I stick my tip in, ok? No later, no earlier." My eyes lit up as I watched her align herself to ram into my ass, I stared at my girldick which was solid as a rock,

"1," I felt myself begin to twitch and throb as she started the count down, my mind going quickly blank,

"2," Precum leaked out of me, causing tiny little strings to stretch between my stomach and my tip,

"3!" I felt it press against my entrance from the inside as she pressed her dick against me, I bit my lip as I waited the longest second of my life~ Finally, her tip popped in, and my cum shot out of me spraying up and over my tummy and tits. The augments still worked I guess~ my eyes shuddered as it came pouring out of me in waves, all the while, mistress had shoved herself all the way down to base.

"Not used to cumming without the collection tube, huh honey~? You look lost~" She teased me as she began picking up the pace inside me. I could feel her dick sliding over my g-spot, her tip giving it a little kiss with every pump before her thick veiny cock slid along it~.

(Last line cut off, TW: sorta CNC)