Arcus struggled. The sudden deceleration, while caught by the internal shock absorbers, very briefly caused Epoc’s vision to black out, but she quickly recovered. Her whole body felt like a bruise. High-G exposure had been a part of training, after all. She tried to move, but fell off Gecko awkwardly. Arcus’ left leg was completely shot. Both cannons were empty. She pushed the Frame up on one leg and ejected the cannons. In front of her was a maw of giant teeth, half as big as she was.
Gecko was down but not out. The creature struggled, and parts of it were blackening where the fire had caused internal damage, but it was still
moving
which meant that it could still be a danger. Fuck. Her whole body felt so heavy. The impact had knocked the air out of her. Yeah, she could recover from an impact like that but that didn’t mean her muscles appreciated it.
“–poc. Come in, Epoc.
Talk to me!”
“I’m here, Handler,” Epoc said. “I’m still here. I could use a bit of help, though.” She struggled to keep standing, the broken leg unable to bend. “I’m running on fumes here.”
“Get out of there, Epoc,” Handler Winter said. “You’ve done enough.”
“Aww, come on, Antimony,” Epoc said with a laugh, and tapped her shoulder. “I’ve been dragging this big fucking gun around, would be a shame not to use it. Besides, I’ve got it on the ropes.”
“I… fine. You want it like that? First of all, you call me
Handler
, Epoc.” Winter’s voice was strained, but close. Immediately, the tension on Epoc’s cock increased. Sucking. Pumping. Milking her. Despite her exhaustion and the fact that she was struggling to keep her eyes open, she started bucking her hips. Her ass was being prodded again. It felt like fingers this time, gently probing.
“Ye-es, Handler,” Epoc said, and bit her lip.
Through Arcus, Handler Winter slowly started to fuck Epoc. “What are you?”
“A pilot.”
There was a buzzing sound, and the probe inside of her vibrated aggressively. Fuck. She was drooling again. “Wrong. What are you?”
“Yours.”
“Good. Good girl. My what?”
It all stopped. Epoc panted. She knew what she had to say. “Your Hound,” she said.
“Good dog.”
The machine resumed its movements, hard and aggressive fucking, squeezing everything out of her and pumping it back in. Epoc stepped forward and smashed a mechanical fist against the Gecko’s teeth. She felt the impact deep inside of her, and she squirmed briefly, letting the sensation carry her for a moment. There was a hairline fracture in the tooth. Oh, yes, this was going to work out just fine.
“Woof,” she said, and punched again. Another thrust. “Woof,” she repeated, then laughed at the absurdity of it all. Her fists slammed into the keratin over and over again, the thin lines becoming a spiderweb of cracks, and Epoc barely cared. Arcus’ fists were slowly turning into scrap, but Epoc didn’t care. Her words had turned into incoherent barking, after every strike, every thrust. All she knew was that she had to get through those teeth at all costs. Her forearms struck over and over again.
When the tooth gave way, she howled, a primal sound that came from deep inside of her, a mixture of happiness and rage and excitement and a desire to win and come more than anything. She shoved what remained of her arms into the Gecko’s mouth and pushed up.
“Right shoulder mount charged,” Arcos said. “Warning, power drain exceeds maximum recommended–”
“Shut the fuck up,” Epoc said with a laugh, and fired the canon down the Gecko’s throat.
The vibration was the most intense thing she’d ever felt. Her entire body needed release, her pleasure center completely overloaded, her pulsing cock straining against the clamp that kept her from reaching that orgasm. She blacked out again, briefly, and then looked up.
Something reacted in the back of its mouth. There was a brief moment where Epoc could see something lighting up, and then a chain reaction of fire blew the back of the creature’s head and neck sky high. Not that she was looking at it. She was too concerned with the fire coming towards her.
Then, she suddenly moved back and up.
“Gotcha!” Angel said, her Frame's hands under Arcus’s Arms, dragging both of them up and away from the Gecko’s dying breath before it could vaporize them. “Damn, rookie. I thought I told you not to make the rest of us look bad. You okay?”
“Ghh,” Epoc managed. She was drooling. Panting. She wanted to come. She just wanted release. She’d won, hadn’t she? Why wasn’t she given release? Did she do something wrong? What was wrong?
“Are you okay?”
“Pilot Angel,” Winter said, “our Hound is alright but not currently able to respond. We’ll handle retrieval. Get your women back to base. You all performed admirably. There will be bonuses.” With that, Angel disappeared, leaving Epoc lying down in about 30% of a Frame and groaning. “Epoc, can you hear me?”
“Yesss,” she hissed, barely able to keep it together. “Handler, please. Please, I’m so close.”
“I’m afraid that last shot completely fired your systems. In just a moment the radio is going to go out too. But I’ve got someone coming to get you. Then, when you get to base, you’ll have all the release you need.”
“Mmmf.” Epoc practically bit through her lip. “Please?”
“Just… hold o–”
The radio went dead. The whole Frame was dead. Epoc couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t even fuck herself on the mech because all the parts that would allow for that had gone inert. She moaned in frustration, then realized nobody could hear her and her moaning became screaming and then briefly crying and then groaning. She was
still
rock hard. Lying on her back, she could feel her cock leaning onto herself, her lower stomach getting wet.
Then, suddenly, the Frame started to move. She began to pant again. She was close. So close. Epoc could feel she was being carried, her Frame being moved. She wasn’t that far from the base, was she?
As it turned out, she was still another agonizing thirty minutes from base. By the time she heard the clunk of the airlock shoving into Arcus, she was straining against Arcus’ cockpit like a dog against a leash.
When she felt fresh air against her skin, the hiss of the pressure difference equalizing itself, and then all the clamps and safeties fell away and she practically jumped out of the cockpit, rock hard and dirty and not caring. She needed release. She turned to her Handler and
The collar snapped around her neck.
She looked down. Handler Winter smiled at her.
“I am
so
proud of you, Epoc,” she said. “I think it’s time to get you a treat.”
“
Not here
?!” Epoc said, not even caring how desperate and pathetic she sounded.
“No. Not this time. In order to ensure efficacy of the Post-Mission Neural Stress Reduction system, we have to change things up. But that’s honestly not what you want to hear right now. So.” She hooked a finger through the loop in Epoc’s collar and yanked her forward and down, bringing her face low and close to Winter’s. “You’re going to wait because I tell you to, Epoc, like a good dog, is that understood?” The airlock started to move.
“Yes, Handler,” Epoc said, whimpering. Her lower lip trembled. She was being chided. A part of her brain tried to figure out if this was punishment or reward and decided to just enjoy it all the same, shame blooming in her chest and crawling down to her still rock-hard cock and sensitive asshole. She was all raw nerves. She moved to relieve the pressure but a single look for her Handler put a stop to that. “Woof,” she said quietly.
Winter’s face briefly became unreadable. “Good dog,” she said very quietly, and planted a small kiss on Epoc’s lips, then turned towards the door, just as it slid open.
The room in front of them was… strange. Half of it was covered in what Epoc quickly realized was bondage gear and equipment, as well as various… implements. The other side was full of sofas, beds, couches, even tables, like a furniture store.
On one of the beds was a woman, bound, gagged and blindfolded. She was on her knees and drooling through the ball gag in her mouth. Her cock was massive and leaking profusely. An older woman stood next to her, several gray streaks in her hair. She was whispering something in the woman’s ear, causing her cock to twitch.
“Hexacorallia came back to get you,” Winter said. “Because of that, and how well you did, we decided to reward her. That is, if you agree, though it seems there was some playful attraction between the two of you.”
“Yeah,” Epoc said and took a step forward, already forgetting about the leash. “Grhkl.”
“Not so fast,” Winter said. “You’re free to use her mouth and ass. You don’t touch her cock. She won’t know it’s you. You can be as rough as you like, as long as you don’t cause any permanent damage. This is for her benefit too, so her Handler would prefer it if you’re a little… harder than you might otherwise be. It’s up to you to reveal your identity, though she likes the anonymity. Ideally, don’t stop until both of you are spent, but don’t feel obligated to. Understood? Bark.”
“Woof,” Epoc said.
“Good girl.” She took Epoc off the leash again. Epoc hurried over to the bed, where the older woman put what appeared to be headphones over Hex’s head, then stepped back, hands behind her back. She was going to be watching, then? Epoc liked to think she didn’t care but that wasn’t true. It only added fuel to the flames. So, Hex didn’t know it was her. And she wouldn’t know, one way or another.
Though the idea of shoving her dick in Hexacorallia’s usually overly busy mouth was tempting, Epoc needed to
fuck
something, and ideally, she wanted to avoid the risk of teeth. She approached the edge of the bed and climbed on.
Hex could tell someone had joined her, because her cock twitched. It was a shame Epoc couldn’t touch it. She wanted to taste it. She wanted so many things. But what she wanted, more than anything, was to come.
Moving behind Hex, she kissed the woman’s neck, feigning gentility, before grabbing a handful of the woman’s hair and shoving her down onto the mattress. Fuck. Her asshole was well-lubed, presumably from her own Frame, and her huge dick was red and throbbing. She was so desperate for it.
Well.
Epoc didn’t need any encouragement. She buried her cock in the girl’s ass, with a low grunt. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She grabbed Hexacora’s hips and fucked her. She was already so close but having an outlet like this meant she wanted to appreciate every second of this. She felt the rising feeling in her lower stomach, the realization that she was about to fill Hex to the brim and then some. And Hex was just as close.
She was going to rearrange the woman’s guts and have her come her brains out. In fact…
Epoc, despite herself, stopped. Hex moaned against the gag, but Epoc wasn’t going to pay her any attention. What she wanted was to come when Hex did, because right now that was the hottest thing in the world she could think of.
She laid down and pulled Hex towards her. The girl moved obediently and realized she was supposed to straddle Epoc, which was easier said than done with her arms behind her back, but she managed. She even managed to sit directly on Epoc’s dick, sliding it all the way in, causing them both to groan. Her cock was twitching with her heartbeat, leaking precum onto Epoc’s stomach.
Rolling her hips, it was clear Hex couldn’t help but try to fuck herself on Epoc, but that wasn’t going to be enough. Epoc reached up and grabbed her by the throat. She had never been one for rough fucking but right now she needed to get this out of her. She rammed her hips up and Hex whimpered.
A handful of her hair and Epoc yanked Hex’s head back, biting her collarbone and scratching her back hard with every thrust. She pounded the girl’s ass until the orgasm approached again. She could feel it building up, low and hard. She could tell Hex was close too, but she wasn’t supposed to touch the dick in front of her. So, instead, she reached up, undid Hexacora’s gag. Briefly, she could hear the girl’s desperate moans, then shoved her fingers into the girl’s mouth. She sucked as soon as they passed her lips, and came.
Thick ropes of cum blasted out of her and onto the stomach, breasts and neck under her. The other woman shuddered and groaned, but she didn’t stop sucking and grinding on Epoc’s fingers. Halfway through her orgasm, Hex reached down and started cleaning Epoc’s chest with her tongue, going by touch, until she was licking and sucking on Epoc’s nipples.
That was it. That was the drop. The girl on top of her couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, but she was licking her own cum off of Epoc’s chest all the same. Epoc grabbed her hips and buried her cock deep in Hexacorallia’s ass, and came.
She pumped her full. It was bliss. It was agony. It was like the heavens collided in her balls and fired hot starfire directly into the woman on top of her. It burned and seared and it was the most blissful feeling in the world, shattering her every last thought, over and over again, until she was spent.
After what felt like an eternity, she slipped out, and she could feel her own cum leak out of Hexacora and out of herself. Hex herself was, gently, guided off of Epoc. A leash was attached and she was carefully led away.
Winter sat down on the bed next to Epoc.
“How are you feeling?”
“I… Spent,” Epoc said. “Happy to be alive. Happy to not be pent up anymore.”
“I wasn’t lying,” her Handler said. “I really am incredibly proud of you. Do you need anything?”
“Would you stay with me?” Epoc said.
Winter smiled. “Of course, my Hound.”