Talk About Being in the Hot Seat [NSFW]

[rikimaru]

(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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[rikimaru]

(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~?

[mech_and_mutt]

[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...]

[rikimaru]

(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.)

[mech_and_mutt]

[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.]