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Searching the Base Chapter 1: An Interesting Diversion for Sidecord by Draconicon

Patrol was, perhaps, one of the most significantly boring duties that someone could be assigned. Some soldiers preferred it over standing guard on the roads or being on watch further out, but Rashii found the simple security patrols one of the most annoying concepts developed by the military. The snake grumbled as she walked around, accompanied by a friend that added to her distractions rather than taking them away.

"Air shows. Why the hell are we doing an air show?"

" According to data, the military is bound by contract to display the capabilities of all new mechs and -"

"Yes, yes. I know."

She patted the hulking mech-assault wolf at her side, shaking her head a few times.

"I just don't like being part of the show."

The parade fatigues were just a pain in the ass. They were tight, mis-measured, and they just felt wrong compared to the more worn-in ones that she wore on a daily basis. Not only did they grind at her scales, but they felt like they kept her from moving just right. Of course, she could have worn them more often, and she was on base often enough to justify it, but she wasn't the sort to wear something fancy when she could wear something comfortable.

Unfortunately, the commanding officer had taken it out of her hands in this case. The damn vixen had to have everything just right for the brass coming in, not to mention the various civilians that needed to see the show.

Speaking of which...

"Hey! You!"

Rashii shouted at the top of her lungs as she waved her hand, finally getting the attention of a wolf that was trying to climb up a hangar wall. He froze in mid-tug, his shoes half off of the ground. She put a hand on her hip, glaring at him.

"You want to see the mechs, stay in line with everyone else. Everyone's gonna get a chance."

"But I want to see it now! Right to know and -"

Oh great, a reporter, she thought with a groan. It wasn't enough that they had to play nanny to several hundred civilians around rather sensitive equipment, they also had to nursemaid around the photographers and journalists, making sure that they didn't start pushing too deep on some things.

And he was starting to pull himself up again. Great.

"Havoc, do you mind?"

" I don't. Restrain, or -"

"Whatever you think works best."

The big mech lowered himself into a hunter's crouch, and the wolf hanging from the window immediately went wide-eyed. It was a look that Rashii approved of.

Unfortunately, he did the stupid thing. As soon as Havoc took a step forward, the reporter dropped and started running off, and that, in turn, triggered the hunting programming in the mech-assault wolf. He ran down the space between one hangar and another, and in the space of a second, the snake found herself left behind.

She blinked twice, and then facepalmed.

"Great...fucking wonderful."

Now she had to find him, and before he started causing too much trouble. She wasn't worried about the reporter - he'd be fine, if absolutely exhausted - but she was more worried about Havoc being let around the base without any supervision. Considering how much she'd gotten out of him in the past with her...techniques...on his body, she was pretty sure that there were others that could milk out a fair bit of information from him if they worked him right.

After all, it wasn't just her military here for the airshow, and not all of the different airplanes were of the old, brain-dead variety.

I swear, if I catch him humping one of the Russian jets...

Shaking her head, Rashii started down the road between the buildings and followed the tracks the big metal wolf had left behind. Even in concrete, there were marks when he was running that fast.

Unfortunately, they went cold almost immediately. She'd rounded several buildings before they'd intersected a different group, probably a pack of the wolves on parade or something, and the ground was too torn up for her to pick out the right tracks. The snake grumbled, shaking her head a few times.

On the plus side, she was near one of the bigger hangars for a private exhibition, so, maybe...

Well, the windows were low enough. Whoever's in there might have seen something, she thought as she walked over to the front door. She pulled out a keycard and slid it down the security panel, and the door clicked open.

Before she could open it, someone called out from inside.

"Who's there?"

"Rashii, patrol officer."

"Shouldn't you be patrolling?"

"I would be, if I hadn't just lost my partner to the equivalent of a giant barking chew toy."

"Then why are you here?"

"Seeing if you had seen anything."

"...Would anything be a scared wolf and a big, shiny, gun-carrying mech?"

"Yep. So you saw them?"

"Mmmm, I may have. Come in."

I can already guess where this is going, she thought to herself. Everyone always wanted something for what they knew, almost like they had read too many different spy novels. Not all information had value, but...

Well, what choice did she have? It was either pay a little bit and get what she needed, or deal with finding out where the hell Havoc had gone on her own. She didn't relish the latter, so she went with the former.

The hangar door slid open along a little hole in the ground, and she stepped through, closing it tightly behind her. The windows cast a fair bit of light along the floor, but there was nothing to be seen in the chamber other than a few rows of seats. The ground was clear...but she knew how these things worked. Instead of looking ahead, she looked up.

"You gonna be putting on a show the whole time?"

She put her hands on her hips again, shaking her head at the floating Hind near the hangar ceiling. It was narrow clearance, admittedly, but the aeromorph was managing to keep itself aloft without smacking into the ceiling. A normal helicopter couldn't do that, she knew from experience. Then again, that was the whole point of the whole intelligent aircraft initiative, to create things that could do what the current generation couldn't.

Of course, it would be mildly better if they didn't all come with some sort of sense of humor, as well.

The foreign aeromorph chuckled as it descended, the blades along its back slowing down until finally stopping as it landed on large metal feet. Brown plates folded around, re-adjusting themselves for ground transport, and the snake waited until the helicopter blades on the aeromorph's back had folded up before approaching.

"So, you said that you saw my partner running by?"

"I said I saw something like it."

"Uh huh. How many times are we going to beat around the bush before you give me what I want to know?"

"Oh, as many times as it feels fun."

"Bitch, look, I'm going to get in trouble if you don't tell me something. And soon."

"I think a security officer is going to get in trouble regardless of what I do. Walking in on an exhibit without actually having permission."

She didn't think that an aeromorph could look smug, but the way that the Hind's faceplates turned up in a smirk certainly did a good imitation of it. Rashii suppressed the instinct to pull out her pistol and just smash the mech. It wouldn't work, and it probably wouldn't make her feel any better, either.

Instead, she took a deep breath, and examined the situation.

Sniper instincts could find more than damage targets, after all. It was all about taking in the details. The way that the target stood, the way that they expressed themselves, the way that they held their bodies and the way that they themselves off. Everything could become a target, if presented the right way, and not all of them were meant for bullets.

Standing with her hips thrown off to the side, enhancing her own body as well as showing off a bit of chest. No modesty, no means of keeping herself off to the side. She wants to be seen, which means that she has a lot of confidence in what she has to show. Well, two can play that game.

Rashii stretched her arms over her head in an exaggerated shrug, which had the effect - as it always did - of nudging the front of her parade fatigues down a little bit. She could feel some of the pressure coming off of the top of her bust, and squeezing more around the bottom. As she rolled her arms around, she could feel it getting stronger and stronger as the mis-measured clothes slipped around.

As she'd expected, the mech's eyes were drawn to her, and she hid a smirk of her own. Snipers were all about finding openings.

"Oh, I could be in trouble, but there's a lot of trouble in just being in the military. Lots of danger out there, but lots of opportunity as well."

"Perhaps, but it's not like you can get yourself out of the trouble you just fall into."

"Oh, I've fallen into a lot of things. There's always a way out...if you're willing to let a few things in."

The Hind snorted, but Rashii knew that it was just an affected sound at this point. The Hind was interested; there was no hiding that look, not in a machine and not in a biological being. They hadn't fixed that with the mechs yet.

So she leaned back against the door, propping her arms under her chest, making her breasts push up that much more. The fatigues cut into her scales a little, but the effect was undeniable. There was only one button holding her breasts back now, and that was straining against the pressure that she was putting on them.

Heh, looks like that human intelligence programming is backfiring on her now, she thought as she watched the Hind stare at her breasts. It was almost too easy, to the point of being rather funny. But she kept it up anyway, not wanting to lose the opportunity.

"Heh, you think I'm just a slut, don't you?"

"I think that you're an officer that doesn't have any standards."

"Oh? Then what does it say about you, then, that you're staring at me and thinking of having your way with me?"

"How did - I mean -"

"Oh ho ho, there's no going back on that, Hindy."

"That's not my name!"

"Oh, no, but it's going to be."

There wasn't much point in keeping her top on anymore. She shrugged, and the button on the front popped off, flying off into the corner of the hangar. Her breasts spilled out, and the Hind did the closest thing that it could to blushing, staring at her as she worked her shirt off. Rashii let the top of her fatigues hit the ground. No dust flew; she'd be fine picking it up later.

Considering that she hadn't had time to find a bra that fit underneath the too-tight clothes, her breasts swayed back and forth as she got comfortable, and she made sure to make them bounce as much as possible. With the Hind so interested, she wasn't about to waste an opportunity.

She swayed her hips as she walked forward, letting the already-existing swish in her walk get more pronounced. Everything in her was finding a target to press, seeing the temptation build up in the mech in front of her. It was almost too fun to play the game, to work against the machine's programming and see how much she could twist it. The point of it, of finding Havoc, had almost been forgotten in the game itself.

She stopped a few feet away from the mech, looking over it again. It was quite the piece of engineering. Though it had more of a humanoid form than Havoc did, it still stood over three feet taller than her, and was a massive piece of construction. Short, blunted wings hung off of its shoulders, running down behind the Hind's arms, and her face was definitely stunted, eyes built into glass that could maybe hold a small pilot. A small one.

Instead of a tail, the Hind has a long, stiff strut of metal out between its legs, pushing about 2/3 of the length of its legs, and it was studded with a propeller at the very end. Everything gleamed with the shine of well-polished metal, and it was rather pleasing to look at, she would have to admit.

Of course, there was one rather large difference between this mech and a piece of machinery, and it was one that Rashii hadn't indulged in, yet. She took another step forward, and cupped the Hind's crotch.

"What...what are you..."

"You know what you want, Hindy. You want something nice and scaly and plump pressed back against this...or maybe you'd like a tongue working something a bit...lower."

Moving past the data-dispersal rod - as their neighbors called the mecha-cocks that the machines had - she found something different. Something slick, wet, and just a bit oily for her taste. It mirrored the sex between her own legs, though on a much bigger scale, and she smiled to herself as she started sliding a finger into it. It opened easily, despite the little discharges of electricity inside, and she felt the Hind mech trembling above her, getting into it despite herself.

"Look at you. Already getting all shaky and moaning for a little bio like me. Where's all the confidence, Hindy? Where's all that pomp you were showing?"

"I - Mmmph - I can't -"

"Hehehe, can't think while 'charging', hmm?"

She flicked another finger inside, barely having to work as that slick 'sex' opened up more and more for her. It took her hand easily, sucking her in up to the wrist as the Hind started rolling its hips, working itself onto her hand without any difficulty. Rashii almost envied the machine that sort of flexibility. If she could stuff herself that easily, it would be so much more fun with so many more things.

But she kept her mind on the mission. Such as it was.

With that arm occupied almost up to the elbow, Rashii leaned in, her breasts swallowing up the base of the Hind's data-dispersal rod. She started stroking it where it slid past her breasts, smiling to herself as she licked along the side.

"Heh, oozing some of it already, huh? Just think about how sorry you'd be if you were caught, spilling all of your intelligence into the hands of someone else. Think about the trouble you would be in with this unauthorized data leak."

"You...gods...you...stop! I can't..."

"Heh, oh, I'll stop. I'll stop when I know everything that I need."

She leaned her head forward, rolling the tip of the mecha-cock against her lips, feeling it oozing all the while. It was so easy to work the thick head into her mouth, and she could feel the shock running down her arm as the Hind saw her do it. The mech had probably assumed that it was impossible for the smaller bios to fit anything of itself into them.

Well, prepare to have your mind blown, honey.

Popping her jaw a bit, Rashii slid all the way down, pulling the thick cock into her throat. The Hind immediately stiffened up, the clicking of so many pieces of metal bumping against each other like a small symphony going off. Well, like a small symphony practicing, at least.

Holding it there, she did what any snake would. She swallowed. Her throat clenched, feeling that stiff bit of metal in it, and she kept on swallowing, milking it, constricting it. Every time she did, she felt another little pulse mirror her work along her arm, feeling the Hind's little mecha-pussy 'learning' how to treat the things inside of it from her throat. She grinned, and swallowed harder, seeing just how much of a constrictor's throat the machine could imitate.

A fair bit, as it turned out. While it couldn't match the sheer strength and tightness that she summoned with her throat, she was satisfied to feel it squeezing on her arm enough to milk at it, pulling it in up to the elbow, and keeping her deepthroating the Hind's mecha-cock. It oozed constantly, and 'Hindy' couldn't do anything more than beep and blabber above her.

Heh, and this is why Havoc is safer alone than she is. He's at least used to me. And there's nobody that can match what I can do.

Havoc. That's right. She had something else to be doing. Best to push things, then, and speed up the end goal.

With teasing put aside, she sucked harder than ever, her lips sealed to the smooth metal crotch beneath her. Immediately, Hindy started gasping and groaning, thrusting forward in micro-spasms of need until her 'cock' just about exploded with...data.

Pulling her head back, the snake felt it drip all over her face, though a fair bit of it shot over her head and towards the chairs. She winced as she heard some of it land on the metal, but hoped that it would fade away fast enough. It was a good thing that she'd pulled back, though, because that slippery sex was pulling and squeezing, HARD. She was pulled in right up to her shoulder, feeling her arm being squeezed and milked like it was some charging port.

It took her almost a minute to pull it free of Hindy's sex, shaking her head a few times as she saw how soaked it was in 'data' oil. It'd take forever to get it clean, and she couldn't exactly put her top back on before it was.

"Heh...I think I've made my point."

"Mmmmph..."

"So, are you going to be a good Hind and tell me what you saw?"

"Mmm-mmmmph...."

"Come on, I did you really good. Now tell me where he went."

"Down...east road...then up north..."

"Circling around, huh? Alright."

She smiled, patting the collapsing Hind on the tit before turning around. It was something, at least, and now she could actually figure out what to do. If he was circling around, that meant he was probably following one of two specific hunting patterns, herding the wolf rather than letting himself be led. Which meant he'd probably...

Hmmm, which would he pick?

Rashii shook her head, finally giving in to necessity and rubbing her arm clean on the back and inside of her top. At least nobody would be looking at that anytime soon, and she could probably get away with a bit of 'back sweat' excuse.

Before she could put it back on, though, she heard the ratcheting, clicking sound of the Hind pulling itself back off of the floor. The snake had just enough time to start turning her head before she was shoved straight to the ground.

"What the - oof!"

Not just shoved, but pinned, her body held down by the much bigger Hind behind her. Metal fingers started working at her waistband, tugging down her pants quickly. There was some delay with her tail in the way, but the Hind was faster than she gave the mech credit for being. In short order, her pants were down around her ankles, and her tail was being pulled up and over her back.

"What are you doing?!"

"The same thing that you were doing, 'honey.' This time, though, I'm the one that's gonna be smirking at the end."

Probably would be, at that. Rashii let out a soft groan as she felt metal fingers rubbing around her pussy; she'd gotten wetter than she wanted to admit when she was teasing the big mech. Feeling it on the other hand, now...she was dripping.

And the Hind knew it.

Biting off a moan as a finger slipped inside of her drenched sex, Rashii looked back towards the door. It was a good thirty feet away, with seats between her and it. There was no getting out of this, not while she was already pinned, not without causing a massive incident between her military and the visiting mech. She knew that there was no way that she could even make a complaint, considering what she'd done to start it...

So, she let go, and gave in.

"Mmmph...you've got...big fingers."

"Heh, you're going to be taking something even bigger, 'officer', just you wait."

Despite the situation, Rashii liked the sound of that. She'd felt how big the Hind's cock was in her throat. Not quite as big as Havoc's, but big enough to know that it would feel damn good sliding between her legs. She felt herself getting even wetter.

The Hind's fingers plunged inside of her, and the snake gasped without meaning to. Her legs spread as much as the pants around her ankles would allow, and the Hind chuckled.

"Now, weren't you just saying I was helpless here? What can I say about you?"

"That I'm...experienced?"

"Well, your ass certainly looks it."

The snake smirked a bit, puckering her hole a couple of times for the Hind's viewing pleasure. It didn't seem to go so well, as two more fingers slammed into her, leaving Rashii gasping for a whole different reason as she was stretched to a new degree.

"Oh fuck..."

"Heh, that's what I'm going to do."

In and out, in and out the four fingers went, and she was more grateful than she wanted to admit that they were as smooth as they were. If they were squared off - or worse, sharp, as some mechs were - then they would have ripped her apart. As it was, it was like the four fingers were four smooth toys, sliding in and out. Not that big on their own, but all four of them...

She had to be making a puddle between her legs at this point. She felt wetter than she had in weeks, even with the way that Havoc had been tormenting her with the tentacles inside of his head, that one time. She groaned, wriggling back and forth, her hips starting to buck back against the fingers. Even when it left her groaning from how much it stretched her, even when she felt like they were pushing her to the brink of what her pussy could handle, she kept going back for more, trying to get it deeper into her, trying to get the need and itch that was building up inside of her scratched properly.

The Hind still kept her pinned, one big hand pressing on the back of her neck, keeping her tail tucked in and out of the way. It was impossible to get free; despite the pressure coming from one source, it was guided by a machine that constantly auto-adjusted itself faster than any bio mind could, and it was able to anticipate any of her wriggling attempts to freedom. Not that she made that many.

Rashii felt herself rising towards orgasm when the fingers were suddenly removed. The emptiness came on so quickly that she almost fell over, her arms shaking but not quite giving out. She gasped, panting for breath as she tried to buck back, but the arm on her kept her from moving.

"Heh, you like mechs so much? Let's see how you like 'Hindy's cock."

Oh, if you think this is a punishment, bitch, you're so wrong, she thought as she felt that warm metal rubbing between her ass cheeks. It soaked itself in her pussy, grinding back and forth between her legs, before the head lined itself up properly. She felt it pressing into her, and begged with a little wiggle of her hips for the whole thing.

She got it. Ooooooh, she got it.

The snake's eyes went wide as she felt just how long that cock was, pressing deep into her sex and taking itself all the way towards her belly. In and in and in it went, slicked up with data oil, spit, and pussy juice. It kept on coming, inch after inch. Five, ten, all the way to fifteen inches of cock lodged inside of her. Rashii groaned, trying to find a breath of air to say something, but the way that it felt like it had punched right into her, it was hard to find it.

Then it slid out, and she almost collapsed face-first onto the floor. The only thing that kept her from giving in was the pride in being 'better' than the Hind, that she wouldn't collapse just from pleasure.

But it was a damn close thing. Her jugs started swaying beneath her with every thrust, her breasts swaying back and forth as the Hind pulled itself in tight. That thick cock pounded into her again and again, opening her up the way that her fist had opened up the mech. She felt like her breath was getting punched right out of her lungs with every hilting, but it felt so good at the same time, felt so amazing to be that full of cock.

She wanted to press a hand to her stomach to feel if it was as big as it looked, but she didn't dare. She barely had her balance now, and anything that threw it off would knock her right to the ground, her ass up and her head down like a bitch.

And if that happened...

God, that'd feel amazing...

Responsibilities. She had to remember her responsibilities, even if this felt SO fucking good. She rocked her hips back to meet the mech's thrusts, taking it up to the hilt every time. No balls, this time, but there was a solid base and the flecks of pussy juice - or, the mech equivalent - to smack and splatter against her instead. The snake rolled her hips, grinding it against the tip of the mech-cock.

"Heh...you've done this before, haven't you?"

"Mmmph...not...in this...hole..."

"Oh, you dirty snake..."

The thrusts sped up, and Rashii opened her mouth in a soundless scream as the powerful pistoning cock pushed her over the edge. She came, and came hard, squirting over the ground and over that cock, and she finally did fall over.

As she did, the Hind leaned over her all the more, eclipsing her body and pounding her from a whole different angle. Feeling that cock slamming in, hitting altogether different areas, left the snake gasping and panting, her orgasm dragged on and on in a series of mini-climaxes that almost felt like they would overwhelm her completely. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came again, and again, and again, clamping down on that cock each time.

"God...damn...did they...build you...for fighting...or fucking?!"

"Heh...both."

Should have...guessed it, she thought, even her thoughts getting broken up by how good this felt. She groaned as she went over the edge again, but she could feel the flow of 'oil' inside of her getting thicker. Another data-dump was coming, and this time, she felt it was going to be even bigger. Hopefully big enough for her to get free.

Groaning, Rashii struggled to pull herself back to all fours, but it was almost impossible. Not just from the jackhammering thrusts from behind - though that was a big part of it - but also because of the way that hand on her back tried to keep her completely pinned. The Hind was trying to remind her who was in charge, who was the bitch this time around, and it was almost enough...almost.

With a panting moan, she dragged herself up, her head leaning back as she felt the Hind's thrusts getting more and more erratic with each successive second. She grinned.

And squeezed.

It wasn't quite as strong as when she was using her throat, but it didn't have to be. She hadn't been trying to slow down that cock or really pleasure it that much while she'd been fucked, but now she was. The contrast was immediate. The jackhammering stopped, and the Hind stared straight ahead, all that teasing, all that dirty talking stopping in the blink of an eye.

"How...mmph..."

"Heh...go on, Hindy...cum."

"Ah...ah....AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And so the mech did, hilting with her again and filling Rashii with what felt like gallons of 'data'. It spurted deep, filling her belly with so much of it, and then oozing back out between her legs. There was definitely a puddle now; she could feel it soaking against her knees, and spreading further.

As the Hind slipped back again, Rashii lifted her ankles off of the ground, keeping her pants from getting soaked, at least. It took some effort to walk away from the puddle so that it wouldn't drench the rest of her, but she managed it without scraping up her knees or damaging her legs any further.

I'll be feeling those bruises later, she thought as she rubbed the spot on her back where that mechanical hand had rested. Her ass, she wasn't so worried about. Hard fucks back there didn't bother her anymore, and she doubted the ass cheeks would get bruised from it. Knees, a bit sore, but that was what she got getting fucked on concrete and being on the bottom.

All in all, it could have been a lot worse.

Of course, she couldn't get dressed while leaking like this, and as much as she'd like to let it all drool out on the chair reserved for her commanding officer, Rashii knew better than to try a prank like that. She didn't want to be assigned patrol for the next month.

So, instead, she kicked off her pants and squatted over the puddle, just letting it all run out of her. It was...a nice feeling, though not entirely a sexy one as the data/cum/whatever started oozing out of her pussy and into the puddle on the ground.

The Hind was utterly out of it, flat on its back with its cock slowly retreating into its specific port. Rashii shook her head, chuckling.

"I thought you were doing so well, there. What's the matter? Just two and done?"

"Fuck...you..."

"That is what you were just doing. I don't suppose you could be up for another round later?"

"How...are you even...walking?"

"Trust me, honey, you're not the biggest one I've taken, or the hardest."

"Slut."

"Hair trigger."

Shaking her head, Rashii reached down and felt up her pussy a few times. It was still pretty slick, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. Enough to get away with just having a horny day, maybe. Even so, she shivered as she pulled her pants back on and felt her underwear soak to her sex immediately. That was going to make walking around a little interesting, feeling the slime rubbing against her constantly.

Not much choice, though. She had to find Havoc before he got into a situation like she did. She could name more than a few different mechs that would be happy to help him drain away some data, and then some.

So, he's probably in the northern warehouses. That'll be away from the rest of the press pool, at least, so there's not gonna be any huge headlines about a reporter getting chased around by a giant wolf. The commander won't have my hide for that, at least.

At the same time, the northern hangars were where the other, native mech jets were kept. Nothing bad there, though she wasn't sure that she wanted him dumping some of the files of their fun times together. Not all of the other mechs would be so...discrete, and she preferred to keep their ventures a semi-secret for the moment.

At least she had a place to start.

Pulling her top closed - and hoping that nobody would complain about the missing button and the boob window it made - she looked over her shoulder at the Hind again.

"So, you think you'll be able to perform for your little audience?"

"I'll be fine...in a few minutes..."

"Just make sure that you don't spill the beans. I'd hate to spill my side."

"...I get it."

"Heh, good. Very good."

Rashii waved at the mech and walked out of the hangar, taking a deep breath as she was finally back out in fresh air. She'd forgotten how fragrant mechs could get when they started getting wound up. Even Havoc did, and he was surprisingly sterile in terms of how little he smelled compared to others. The Hind had been positively potent in terms of how much she resembled a male's smell during sex.

She let some wind blow by, taking away the smell that clung to her before heading towards the north side of the base. Doing her best not to think about how long she'd been with the Hind - more than twenty minutes - she kept her pace to a slow job. If she ran, people would notice, and if she was noticed, people would see the stains on her uniform. And if they saw the stains on her uniform, she'd have to explain how they got there, and if she had to do that...

Well, she might complain about her job, but she'd very much like to keep it, thanks very much.

So, keeping as neutral a face as she possibly could, Rashii walked through the base, and did her best not to blush as other patrols looked at her. Hopefully, they just wondered where Havoc was, and not why she had a stripe of slick up her back. Or a developing one in her crotch, or at least, so it felt.

Stupid sexy mechs...

The End