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Talk About Being in the Hot Seat [NSFW]

(Mecha pilots are pretty commonplace nowadays. Ace mecha pilots, however? Their rarity is met only their reputation. They're the ones who can read the tide of battle, turn the tables and turn a near lethal encounter into a story to tell the next generation. Granted, that kind of thinking was a little too forward for up and comer Mercedes Adelaide, the pilot who hides her genius under a bright shade of bubblegum pink and the occasional rainbow streak. Her dancer's grace translated well into battle, paired with gunplay that left her difficult to pin down and proved that no enemy should go underestimated.

It was only a matter of time before she had her run-in with ace bounty hunter Red Savarin. Someone had it out for her real bad, but not bad enough to go through with it themselves. Even after the less than preferable introductions, she had to keep someone like him around. She's smart enough to know to keep someone like that as an ally!

Spars were part of their regular meetups and, to give credit where it was due, he's had her on the ropes several times, including this particular instance. Warning klaxons rang within the Lady Stardust's cockpit, leaving her with little option besides taking the loss for what it is and firing the matching white flare up. The Lady Stardust began to power down as she opened up communications with her rival.)

Geez, you almost smashed a hole in my frame! I'm impressed!

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[It wasn't his fault that the only work he could find kept sending him him against big-shot Hesperian pilots- in this part of the content, with all his checks being signed in Halona? It was about the best someone like him could hope for- But it was his misfortune that the promising young star of Hesperia he decided he'd tackle challenged his nerves just as much as his piloting skills.

And to add to that misfortune, he seemed to often come up ill-equipped for both.

But this time was, at least, an exception. Sure, it dragged him to his wit's end and had him nearly overheat his own weapons just keeping up with her, but when that last flaming shot finally managed to land a good, clean, critical hit? She stayed hit. Breathless, taxed, with his own warning chimes starting to ring, it was no small relief to finally see Mercedes fire off a white flare for once. Even if it took him a good few seconds to finally get the adrenaline out of his system enough to actually enjoy the moment.

Huh. He actually beat her. This was... this was new. And, the fact still sinking in, his first words back might have seemed a little bit less than graceful.]

« Wait, seriously?! »

« Well, yeah. You saw your shot connect, right? And there's no way I can throw down for the repairs for any more damage without dipping into my savings. Nicely done, Red! »

(This is all spoken casually as the warning klaxons go off in the background, but begin going quiet as the Lady Stardust powers down, the smoke still stemming from the frame.)

« So how about we go get something to eat to wrap this all up? My treat~ »

[...Was this a trick? It was starting to feel like a trick. The daughter of General Adelaide was known for befuddling and frustrating everyone she came across.

And besides which, didn't this whole thing start because he was planning on bringing her in? Weren't they rivals? Red gave the idling, smouldering Lady Stardust a glare like he expected it to jump to its feet at any moment.]

« ...You're serious. »

[...But he HAD been tracking her all day, and he WAS getting a little weary... and a little hungry...]

« ...Alright, but you're comin' outta there and I'm carrying that pink pile of scrap with us. »

« A gentleman through and through. Don't keep me waiting long~ »

(It's not like she's particularly far away or anything. And despite the Lady Stardust's current condition, the cockpit door opens...well enough. Mercedes clearly had to kick it a few times by the end of it, but there she is, clearly visible and waving over towards Red's frame.)

[Fingers clench against the controls as the door slips open. Something was going to come out of there-- he was sure of it. An explosive? A cannon? An extensible boxing glove? A--]

...That's Mercedes Adelaide??

[A bombshell. One that didn't even share her father's species, let alone his stern looks. Red was surprised it took more than one kick to open the door with legs like--

No. This isn't a time to gawk, Red. This is your rival. this is your big moment. Game face on. His frame stirs, and- after taking a few seconds to disable the warning chimes, if only to save a little face- he brings it straight over to hers before opening up the front.

He flicks a chewed-out bone out onto the earth below.]

...alright, hop in.

(Mercedes seems almost too eager to hop aboard Red's frame, quite literally hopping into it and fanning herself as she settles in front of the cooling system.)

You're actually pretty cute in person, you know!

(Seriously, she wasn't expecting a beastkin to be her rival, but a nice looking doggo like him? Mercedes might dramatically pose and feign swooning if she wasn't busy fanning herself for other reasons.)

You shot out my AC, by the way. It was getting a little unbearable, so gimme a minute to catch my breath.

I'm-- what?!

[What part of 'rival' did this girl not understand?? How on earth did he lose so many times to-- No. Don't play her game. Keep your cool, Red.

...but that wasn't going to be easy, either. That cooling unit wasn't doing a very good job living up to its namesake. At least "lukewarm air" was better than an overheated cockpit.]

You're outta luck. Tryin' to keep up with those last few minutes nearly had this thing catch fire.

[...It didn't help matters, of course, that it was meant to keep him cool. You know. The one actually sitting down at the controls of his Frame? It was hard enough just closing the door and picking up that pink war machine with two bodies in the cockpit, but with this badger hogging his view and his air...]

...You don't seriously expect me to be able to pilot this thing like this, right?

You're the best, Red!

(It is a bit of a squeeze with the two of them in the same cockpit, but nothing too unbearable. Not for her, anyway. Standing in front of the cooling unit isn't doing her too many favors at the moment, so once she backs off, it'll give Red a better view to pilot his frame.

Unfortunately, that leaves the badger's eyes to wander elsewhere, curiously knocking on one of the side control panels.)

So! Where'd you learn to pilot a frame, anyway? School? Private mentor? Hopped into one in a panic during a sortie and began your journey there?

[Of course it wasn't unbearable for her. She wasn't the one caught in the back, not getting a breath of wind from the fan, in the already cramped cockpit of a light frame. A light frame that was already badly dama--]

Hey!! That's--

[Her gentle rap against the paneling gives a loud clunk, and shortly thereafter the fan stops completely. So much for the relief of fresh air.]

Furballs--!! Are you doin' this on purpose?!

[Tugging at his collar to try and loosen his clothing and cool off even a little, he soon yanks off his own overcoat and tosses it at the back of Mercedes' head in frustration.]

I'm not gonna be able to pilot anything until you move your big, fat butt out of the way!!

(Oh. She actually didn't intend on breaking that? That's a whoops on her part.)

Ohhhh, so now you're looking at my butt, are you? You get a win on me and now you're ready to claim the spoils?

(Red's coat is unceremoniously dropped to the floor as the ceremony is instead reserved for draping herself against her rival, the back of her palm on her forehead.)

You fiend! Scoundrel! Whatever shall I do~?

What?! I--

[But in true Mercedes Adelaide fashion, even the mention of it was enough to tug at his attention like a leash against a collar-- especially when she already had it inches from his face, barely contained within those well-fit pants she--

Wait, what was he saying?]

I...

[But before he could even manage to catch his words again, she was bodily pressed against him. Her whole figure pinning him to his seat. Her posterior planted right in his lap.

Her ass rubbing right into his crotch.

Maybe it was the frustration, maybe it was the muggy warmth that two sweaty bodies were lending to the cockpit, maybe it really was just an admittedly pretty good-looking badger gal grinding her admittedly pretty shapely posterior right where he'd feel it the most, but she was definitely provoking a reaction this time around. A fast-stiffening, pant-tenting, achingly dragged-again-and-again-right-between-her-cheeks reaction.]

H-h-hey...!!

(It's hard to tell if Mercedes is fully aware of what she's doing...actually no, no it isn't. The movement of her hips feels far too intentional for it to be an accident. Instead, the badger is playing coy while forcibly sharing a seat with Red, feeling his growing reaction and what it entails.)

You've really got me in a bind, Red. So defenseless after a fair defeat...guess you really earned your keep this time, huh?

(She's shifting around just enough to mercifully take her butt off of him, even if she's still settled up against him. The reason starts becoming clear with her finger trailing over his chest, the simple swirling motion slinking lower and lower. The destination is marked well enough with his twitching, suppressed member forced to hide itself away beneath his pants, so why not set it free? The badger's getting started on the first handful of belts to unbuckle and work through...)

[Once she starts working her way down the line, he's practically bursting through the fabric of his own trousers... and by the time she's reached the bottom and has undone the last fastener, it springs up from beneath the beltline, lashing out a thick strand of precum to splatter against the dash before flopping down twitching into her hands.

Every throbbing, meaty, glistening, bright-red inch of it. And that was... a lot of inches.

If Red hadn't already worked himself up into a quietly-panting sweat, he'd certainly be showing it now. and not just because he was at her mercy. If anything, that arm he had on her seemed to be pulling her a little closer... even if his brain hadn't quite caught up with his body's actions yet.]

You... h-haaah...

[He'd gone from pushing her away to holding onto her for dear life, every part of him below the beltline praying for her to continue... and his hands slowly tightning against her figure, fingers sinking into the supple, fleshy meat of her posterior.

Was his mouth watering all of a sudden?]

(There it is~

Mercedes can't help biting her lower lip once his pants are finally undone and she gets a proper view of him. It's a wonder he can keep all of that tucked away and not look so uncomfortable! Poor thing's practically begging for attention.

And who is Mercedes to deny someone a little attention?

All it takes is a shift in movement, one that brings the badger down to his waist, where her hand is and where it simply can't do enough. Where her fingers fail her, the badger instead offers her tongue, slowly dragging it up Red's member. And where one lick isn't enough, she settles on another, an impish grin escaping her while lavishing the victor with his much deserved praise.)

H-haaah...!!

[Poor Red's left only a moment of intermingled realization and anticipation before tongue meets stiff, sensitive flesh, and her answers are immediately answered with an arch of his back, a sharp gasp... and a bulging, needy throb that sends a glistening streak of precum gushing from his tip, standing all the more proud and insistent after even a little bit of her attention.

Someone was a little bit pent-up, it seemed.

It's all enough to wring a breathless, open-mouthed moan from his throat, his hands tightening against her thigh all the while; his hips leap up off the seat with what little mobility they have, to brush his shaft up against her lips and snout even as she pulls off of him between licks, each touch of her tongue only seeming to bring him to melt further into his seat... and bringing more jets of precum out of him.

And, before he can even think about what he's doing, his fingers are running through her hair, palm cradling the back of Mercedes' head, pleading her not to stop.]

(Of course, she's not interested in stopping now, when she's only getting started. The poor boy's been pent up for way longer and only now is he giving it some attention. Mercedes almost thinks about asking, but the throbbing erection eager to soak the entire cockpit with precum speaks for itself. She's going in, she's brushing his member down with her tongue and even cleaning it up when it's so insistent on making a mess.

But she can't stop there. No, that'd be too easy. She'd already undressed him somewhat, so she can agree to play fair. His jacket sits on the floor, tossed aside and no longer needed, and a wiggle of the badger's hips suggests the same for her pants. Hands slip lower to undo her belt and buckle just enough so show off her dance moves once again. She doesn't just pull them down, oh no; each sway of her hips reveals more of her fur, her pants unable to hold on as they make their way closer and closer to the floor, leaving more of the Hesperian mercenary in plain sight.

All while giddily tending to Red's rocket, as if it were all part of a practiced routine...)

[Whatever kind of routine she was doing, it had him hooked; and she only pulled him in deeper and deeper with each little slurp and sweep of her tongue, each jittering buck of his hips that poised and dragged his shaft against her lips. All the while, long, slippery strands of precum spurted out against her tongue, her cheek, the dash of his own cockpit, Red's breathing quickly growing deeper and heavier--

--Which made the sudden shift in the air that much sharper when her slacks started to slide down off her hips. Having his rival between his legs between his legs was already nothing short of overwhelming; but now, with the cramped, stifled air of his cockpit growing thick with the earthy scent of a sweaty, shapely... aroused badger?

He was drooling. To say nothing of how his own pants suddenly growing even tighter on what little they still covered.]

W-whga-- [A moment to swallow his own saliva.] --wait--

[His grip on her scalp reluctantly relented; but he only needed to rob himself of her attention for an agonizing moment or two, while he hurriedly loosened his boxers and shoved them halfway down his thighs; and he actually let out a loud, audible sigh of relief as that pulsing length of canine cockmeat was finally shown off in full glory...

...and, proudly joining it beneath, two overstuffed, pendulous, cum-bloated balls that were each bigger than her fists.

Almost immediately afterward, he collapsed back down into his seat, pleadingly cradling Mercedes behind the head once again...]

(Mercedes backs off long enough for Red to do the rest of the work for her. Pulling off heart-shaped boxers while he's sitting down would've been too clunky looking for the bounce she's providing while working him over, but there's an added benefit to him doing it himself: he wants this. He wants this real bad and doesn't care what'll come afterward.

And you know what? With how much the Halonan mercenary tucks away on a regular basis, Mercedes can't even blame him. Red has a lot to offer; each of his balls can fill her palms. They soon afterwards fill her palms as her smile widens and she returns to treating him to her tongue, the needy dog all but begging for her guiding hand. Precum stains her nose and snout and her nose and she makes no attempt to clean it up when going back in for second helpings.

A little lick here, a little rub there, definitely alternating gentle squeezes of his balls. Not enough to cause any discomfort, but enough for a massage, to encourage that deep, bountiful load when the time comes. A thought occurs to her partway through: now that both of them are fully presented to each other, it wouldn't be enough to use her mouth on him, would it? He's exposed, she's exposed...what'll really do it is exposing them against each other.

The badger pulls away from his pleading hands for just a moment. It's one thing to be on her knees for, but he's already made a crack or two about her butt, so it's only fair she provide exactly what he wants. Her scent immediately hits his nose as she turns around and gives an intentional wiggle of her hips, her thick cheeks brushing against his equally pleading member. Her ass is so close that he can reach out and touch it and that's exactly where she wants to be.)

[Oh Dog, oh Dog, the warmth of her breath, those teasing tracing touches of lips and tongue, the delicate grasp of her hand which only made those overstuffed balls rush and throb all the more and spurt the taste of himself all across her tongue in the process. He was pushing closer and closer to that wonderful and sorely-needed peak, and she was pulling herself away wait oh come on--!!]

H-hey...!--

[Aughhhh, how could she get him all wound up only to pull away and leave him hanging at painfully full mast?! He was halfway to giving her the satisfaction of watching him beg... but when she rose and turned that perfectly-padded, plumply-muscular, absolutely incredible ass and thighs his way, his heart nearly skipped a beat; and by the time the air thickened with those... enticing bodily scents from under her tail, he was nearly panting. And as she settled into his lap in that perfectly-nestled way, he let out a mirthful little laugh, and--

THWACC!

--sent a lovely little jiggle into Mercedes' shapely backside with a firm, open palmed smack on on the ass, grinning all the more at just how much there was to admire beneath her beltline.]

Finally findin' a use for that big ol' thing, eh?

(A single palm smack has her ass jiggling, a second or two of that thick backside reshaping itself so his palm can take a proper hold. Mercedes smirks and gives a wiggle of her hips.)

Hey, when you dance as much as I do, there's always a use for this~

(And aside from letting it fill his hands as his balls filled hers, she's letting it move in a silent rhythm with her hips. The cockpit is too cramped for anything resembling a lap dance, but if there were ever a time to choose function over style, it would be now. Mercedes doesn't have to do anything fancy; her ass is the center of his attention, so it's only fair that she fully bring it to his attention.

It's brought right to the thick, throbbing cock standing at attention and at the ready for her. She could just go right in, settle herself on his lap and let it immediately push into her, but she doesn't. Soft fur and warm cheeks rub against him, hotdogging the hot dog in the hot seat, that silent rhythm of her movements guided by the hands keeping her close. He could sit her down on that thing, he could give her another smack...the real prize is in his hands and she's absolutely dangling it in front of him.)

O-Oohhhh...

[And, at first, he was quite pleased to make the most of what his rival had thrust upon him, all rough, kneading squeezes and horny, clumsy groping from hips to tail, and absolutely everything between them. But once she'd pressed back with his shaft between her juicy cheeks, and that little sway in her hips became a motion that buried him deep and stroked every inch of him... well. Who was he to argue with her?]

H-haah... If... this is how you're gonna use... this fat butt of yours...

[Releasing his grip, it was back to sinking into his own seat, his hands moving to the armrests and nearly digging holes into it with his claws. Every little push back, every slow, methodical drag of soft assflesh and warm pucker against his cock bringing a shaky breath into his throat, a deep pulse running through his shaft... a gentle tug and tightening in his sack. And even an incidental brush of her tail against his face only served to make him shudder that much moreso, his hips jumping up off the seat to try and wedge himself even more snugly between that beautiful badger's beautiful backside.]

I'm gonn-- hnff--...! ... hafta... defeat you more often...!

[Maybe it was for the best that, with Mercedes' motions guiding back into the pulsing rhythm of his own bliss, those cocky little quips started getting broken up with bouts of hot, steamy breaths and open-mouthed panting...]

(She's got him gripping to his seat, all but going along with her motions like a snake and its charmer. Despite losing the duel this time around, the badger's having herself a grand old time, not even trying to mask her amused giggles while she feels him throbbing against her cheeks or hears, even feels him panting out. Whether or she decides to take his seat and take the helm, there's something Mercedes wants to capitalize on.)

If you can. Try not to get used this; might lose its value if you do~

(Sure, she's talking about the way she's giving herself to him, the way she's stripped enough to gift him with her body and still direct his motions, even after his own victory. Luck or not, this wasn't something she'd let him take much control of. She can let Red enjoy this while still directing it where she wants it to go. Right now, her little lap dance comes to a stop as she's settling closer on his seat, settling herself in a little awkward climb, but there's a reason for that.

She's letting his nose get closer to her than just her tail.

Just a little nudge backward, a little nudging him forward and he's getting closer to her bouncy backside than even his member got. The tight pucker against his nose, her scent strong after her frame's emergency shutdown and loss of a cooling system. Ironically, she's the only one keeping her cool, if that confident smirk is anything to go by.)

I don't think you'd want thiiiiis losing any value, huh~?

[Left dizzied on the heat and drunk off of her presence no less so, he barely even gave a thought to the way she moved beyond admiring the strength and flexibility in those thighs of hers, the supple, sensuous breadth of her backside... in face, he was more than content to keep his grip against her legs, and barely even offered more than an absentminded push as she started to rise up and pull his shaft from between her cheeks...]

H-hey...!

[But as those hooded eyes became overshadowed by Mercedes' glorious form, he seemed to finally rouse to his shifting position in his own seat; and the misty fog of lust that hung across his senses very quickly took on the scent of her--

--and just in time for that wide-eyed moment of dawning comprehension to finally hit, his snout was shoved squarely between Mercedes' plump, perfect asscheeks, he was all but drowned in the sweaty, earthy scent of her tailhole rubbing up into his nostrils.]

H-HEY!!

[Th-this wasn't what he had in mind for lording his win over his rival...!! Red made to push himself up and out from beneath her, but by then those perfect legs he'd spent the last few minutes admiring were already pinning him neatly to the seat-- and those panting breaths grew hotter and heavier and saturated his senses with the scent of badger butt, just a breath from his lips.

But while his ego may have had a few things to say about getting a faceful of tailhole, that thick shaft between his legs seemed all the more excited by this newfound angle...]

(The new angle isn't the most comfortable thing, especially in a cockpit built for one, but it's functional enough for her to work with. It's proving to be functional enough for Red and that's the whole point of this, isn't it? His complaints are silenced in more ways than one and she takes a little pleasure in that; the less he complains, the more he can put that tongue to better use instead! It's about time he returned the favor!

Which leaves her in a good position to work his shaft some more. To treat him to her tongue would be even less comfortable, but Red's acting as a very functional seat; she'll at least try to compromise. The badger leans forward a little and keeps her paws settled between his legs, returning to his package and the neglected loads of seed sloshing about inside. That was the real prize; there was no doubt about that. That and the cute blush on his face that she can already feel with his nose buried in her ass like this...

She doesn't comment on it; there's a time and a place for teasing! And her place provides a time for a different kind of teasing, one with her fingers wrapping around his member, delicately tracing over where his knot will swell and would ensure any lucky girl getting into bed with him would leave more than satisfied. The positioning means she won't be filled exactly like that, but if nothing else, his frame was already due for repairs; why not add a cleaning bill on top of that? Her hands get to work on exactly that, pawing at twin orbs with one hand gliding up and down his shaft. If she needed an extra reaction out of him, all it would take is a simple clench of her cheeks while he's so entranced with her behind and let his nerves do the rest.)

[Even if Red did have any objections to voice, if they weren't suddenly silenced by the shudders he gave as Mercedes clutched and cradled those huge, heavy, seed-swollen orbs that sagged and sloshed between his thighs, then they were outright smothered between her asscheeks, and reduced to a series of conflicted murmurs muffled out from underneath her-- a series of warm, humid breaths breathed out against that sensitive little exit just under her tail.

The realization sunk in deep, and far too late: she was toying with him.

Not that it stopped his squirming under the grip of her thick, muscular thighs, of course... or nearly holding his breath even in his current, red-faced, compromised position. It was a matter of pride at this point, and he wasn't going to give this rival of his the satisfaction of making him him bend to her like this...! However intoxicating the scent of her may have been, and however ecstatic the touch of her hands slowly stroking his pride-- doggone it, he was going to make sure make sure he wouldn't so much as breathe in with his face stuffed up her stupid sweaty backside, let alone moan...!--

...but all it took was one such squeeze of her thighs, one such well-timed clench of her thick backside that dragged his nose straight to her tight little tailhole, and he couldn't help but suck in that long, deep breath right through his nose... with his nostrils already buried in her pucker.

Those hefty orbs in her hands suddenly sagged and swelled. His shaft was painfully erect in the blink of an eye, a hugely-swollen knot already bulging free from his sheath. And, to drive the point home that was already made well enough by the scalding-hot blush she could feel against her ass, a big, thick jet of precum fired straight up to splatter across her cheek.

The answer was immediate and obvious: Red's ego, it seemed, may not have been so quick to yield, but his body betrayed the pleasure in his predicament... and, stranger still, how much of it centered around that musky little tailhole of hers.]

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