Robot girl (with internal robot bits), size difference, hyper cock, cock growth, titfucking, fellatio, mild electrical play, excessive cum

[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: "Medical Specialist Narlosa!"

The massive plane-girl stands over the little Haskell, snapping out a keen, firm salute to him far below. He's not even an officer, so this must feel a little weird, especially coming from, well, her. But then, things aren't quite normal around here in general. The fires are certainly put out by now, but much of the base is still being repaired after that last attack. Even the concrete they walk on is cratered and charred. At least it's cooled off. He hasn't gotten a shower yet, though.

Regardless of how prepared he is to get saluted by an AC-130, though, the slightly-torn-up Spooky keeps on talking, heedless of the rather tantalizing way that the tears in her outer armor reveal smooth, curvaceous artificial skin. "The ground crew asked me to thank you for your work back there. Several of them probably would have died without your immediate response." She nods, her face serious and grim. But then she smiles, sweetly regarding the little medic beneath her.

"They also asked me to spend the night with you. Though I'm not sure what they meant by that~"



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: It had been a number of hours since the initial fireworks. By the time he was on the scene there was little to be done to maintain any sense of discretion with his abilities, working in a frenzy to save as many of the wounded crew as he could. It was a blur trying to think back on it, a haze of blood and char and fire working with the few able bodies that remained. Amazing even himself, every one had been stabilized. Most would be in delirium or in an induced slumber in order to ease their recovery, but by far the worst was over with. Long since he had discarded his jacket, his once well kept dress shirt now stained in blood and ash as he finished cleaning up.

And then the huge foot came down nearby. Surprising how suddenly the war machine had come up on him as she snapped to attention. The 'plane' had watched on as he worked from the fringes of the field, likely the one in the whole mess who had managed to observe the unnatural talents the healer had, the rest too busy moving wounded or doing emergency repairs on her. Indirectly, he had saved her, too. Taking a few steps back so he could get in a better position to view her face from around those curves as she spoke (though his eyes were certainly lingering on those scraps of armor that clung to the right spots. Strategic patchwork repairs, indeed.)

The first statement had him attempting to dismiss it with a tired wave, a bit of a blush working onto his features with a playful smirk. That sweet smile that seemed absurd belonging to a several ton war machine. "Just doing what anyone would have-" The second statement hit and he froze midstep, eye snapping to her face and waiting for the 'just kidding.' Every moment that it didn't drop, his heated blush getting worse "I... you're..." Gaze dipped towards her chest, impressive even on her huge frame, then back to her face. "... Spend the night?"



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: The massive war machine didn't seem to notice his embarrassment. "That is what they said, yes. 'Spend the night'. I was hoping you could explain, seeing as actually having you sleep alongside me would be impractical at best." Spooky gives a frown, waving her howitzer-holding hand from side to side a little as if to say 'ehhh'. "I asked them what they meant, but they never did explain." Just, you know. Pretend to be too busy to answer. She looks down at him, idly reading his facial expressions and body language. Curious. Did that have something to do with the answer to her question?



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: The healer looked up at the war machine's features, his initial fluster fading in seeing the legitimate confusion on her features. His lone eye flicked about, trying to find the face of one of the perpetrators that gave her this particular 'mission.' "Your superiors must be quite grateful to me... It might be easier to," he briefly coughed, "explain this more in private." It was going to be quite embarrassing if he had to use this loud tone in order for his voice to carry to her ears and explain just what the intent was. His mind, though, was already churning with the potential, settling a low burn in his cheeks and under his collar, as well as his loins.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: Alas, none of the perpetrators were forthcoming. [sub]And they were probably the ones he saved earlier, too![/sub] The war machine watches his blush, his awkward face. She considers his request, audibly humming in thought. It does take a few seconds, but eventually she nods thoughtfully. "Alright, I can do that. Please, give me a few minutes, sir."

There are a few awkwardly silent minutes, during which he might just hear the crackle and buzz generated by her radio chatter. Finally, though, she answers him again.

"I'll be going on a close-in recon mission tonight. Meet me then." Also, blah blah blah, possibly details, blah. Either way. It makes sense. Privacy is hard to come by around here.



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: There was a nod before his attention was brought back to that needlessly cute face high above him, nodding with a smile. "Sounds good... Spooks, right?" He used the name he had overheard, assuming the situation allowed him to be as familiar as that. "I'll be there."

[b]Blah blah, timeskip blah.[/b]

He showed up on location as requested. Only a brief amount of time was allowed between checking in on the crew's recovery that he couldn't make off to change. Plenty of opportunity to clean up otherwise, though his clothes still looked in poor state from the work earlier. He was more composed though, having gotten more at ease with the concept of what might be occurring, the pure luck of this rare pleasure that he was going to have access to.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: Spooky definitely has a needlessly cute face! As he once again sees as she stands over him, out in the middle of more or less nowhere. Close enough to nowhere for secret midnight rendezvous, at the very least. She gives him a dim light to see by, naturally mounted around her eyes, so they quite literally glow in the darkness, illuminating the area.

She smiles down at him. "So. You were going to explain, right?" she asks, innocently. As for her, she's still a little torn up, a little showy of her artificial skin, with her ghostly wings folded behind her for ease of movement, her bosom just low enough not to get between Haskell's eyes and her own.



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: He nodded, tousled hair shaking a bit in the brief movement. "Lets get you comfortable first. Mind laying down here for me? Not the most certain the best way for you to get at ease, though on your back would be best for the time, I think." Looking up at her, his mind was still trying to figure out the logistics of it all, though, should she go along with his wants, he certainly knew where his attention wanted to be.


[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: She paused, tilting her head a little. Still pretty confused about what this entails... But despite that, she does as ordered. Her wings fold back out, tilting forward and moving with a nearly silent motion to cushion her as she carefully lowers her massive bulk onto her back, spreading out across the ground. "Okay, I think I'm.. comfortable."



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: Given the solitude and what the plane had observed of his earlier talents, he felt no reservation as an arm stretched up enough to clasp to her shoulder, and with a snap hauled himself up onto her frame. A few careful, light steps across her 'collarbone' and he found a spot that seemed rather cozy... a few scraps of almost strategically placed mesh that managed to remain atop her cleavage, forming a lovely hammock of sorts for him to recline into, surprising softness at his sides. "Well, it seems your command decided, in their wisdom [sub]I really must thank them later[/sub], to assign you to me for the night. It's innuendo, surprised a big girl like you hasn't been taught, given they're giving you this kind of order." he scratches the back of his head idly, even after these few hours he's still not sure the best way to approach the subject.

"They want you to service me- no, no, that puts the wrong thought in your head... Erm." He gave an exasperated sigh. Maybe it would be best to just say it flat out, shifting his upper body slightly, unconsciously rubbing shoulders and elbows into exposed synthetic skin. "They want you to pleasure me, as a woman." He gives a pat onto one of the curves at his side for emphasis, hoping that it was plain enough to the innocent death machine.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: She watches him crawl up her body, with that same gentle, curious sort of expression she's had for a lot of the time in this strange encounter. Her outer skin is certainly soft enough for him to relax into, to snuggle up in its warm, cozy embrace while he explains it to her.

When he finally gets it, he can see the flash of recognition in her. "Oh! Ohhhh. I... Yes, I understand now." And she smiles. "It may be a bit logistically difficult, but I believe I can do that." Well, that explains why he wanted to talk about it in private. And it explains how innocent she was, seems she just didn't recognize the innuendo, the poor thing. Judging by her recognition of how silly the size difference makes this, she at least knows what this is all about.

Especially judging by the way her hands come up and gently squeeze her heavy, warm bosom into him a moment later. Very gently. Even something soft like that, when it's that big, could still do some damage, and Spooky knows all about avoiding collateral damage.



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: There's a look of surprise from how easily she accepts things once the confusion had been broken through. He was about to start explaining about her own freedom if she chose to no do those things, but her softly squeezing that immense chest to him quickly derailed any concept of trying to convince her to not go through with things. Through his clothes, she could still feel his warmth, burning with a flush and started staining much of his body.

"W-well, I have a couple ideas about how to make it work... though I do hope I can rely on your 'assistance' to do so." A playful smirk pulled across his lips as he looked up at her, much closer to that face and able to appreciate how absolutely adorable she was. There was a brief squirm, grinding himself against the flesh she trapped him in "Mm. Your designer certainly had taste I can appreciate."



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: Her neck was tilted so that she could look straight at him, something the mechanical joints seemed to handle without complaint! Her face was odd, yes, but despite the strange half-and-half nature of it, she certainly had her charms, and it was just as expressive as he could ever hope for in a woman, if not more so. Right now, the look on her face is one of pure, innocent adoration. She's not troubled by any desire for self determination, she just carries out her orders and enjoys them. Luckily for him, as it happens.

"Oh? Please, do tell me more~" she purrs, managing to put on a sweet, seductive voice without really seeming to know exactly why she should, just that it's a thing one does while being naughty. And being naughty she certainly is, feeling his warmth and rolling her sweet, heavy cleavage over it- using both hands to give his whole body a firm tit-job now, rolling the orbs up and down along him, though of course trying to focus on where his manhood lies.



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: The healer can't help but laugh at how quickly the plane took to the task, his body slipping into that slow roll of her chest. "H-hey now. Nnf." He squirms and scrambles, trying to pull free the remains of his shirt but the soft warmth squeezing and smothering him making it difficult. She can certainly feel the heat starting to rise from his comparatively small body, a certain firmness starting to make itself known.

With a wriggle he manages to plant his arms on the top of her curves and partially pull himself free, lower body still trapped between those massive globes. "Well, you do seem to know [i]exactly[/i] what I want, but I think I know how to NNN-" his hips rocked, her rocking cleavage had managed to squeeze just right to give a space to thrust and grind properly into, his length hot and bulging against his thigh through his pants. "Nn-... how to do something about this size difference."



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: That sweet, innocent smile on the lethal war machine's face... that alone would be more than enough to brighten up his day. But obviously, that's the least of what she's doing to the hardening healer. As he struggles to speak, she briefly slows down, though she continues to work those orbs around him at a reduced pace. She leans in, keen mechanical eyes considering, watching, listening.

"Go on." Though, of course, she's still maddeningly good at squeezing the softness right where he can appreciate it the most.


[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: That adorable face was certainly more than enough to put warmth in his heart as he watched, even while she ground herself on him. Hask grinned, broad and with more than a touch of smugness as he dragged himself from between her breasts, the heat of him dragging over her collarbone through his pants. Even now she could get a good idea of the outline in the dim light her eyes cast on him, and it was certainly something quite disproportionate to his body. Thick and almost to his knee, a damp spot starting to show where the length rounded off and vanished.

"You might have gathered earlier, but, well, I'm not [i]normal[/i]." he gave another elastic stretch of his arm to emphasize, reaching up to gently stroke along her more feminine cheekbone, trailing the hand down towards her lips as he drew closer. "Of course, I have a few... limits. It would take a lot of time for me to get something your size sported, unless I had some help." Now free, he more easily pulled free buttons of his shirt, more pale though flushed skin coming into view, though still leaving the garment draped over his shoulders. "A vacuum to easily grow into." There's a jangle of belt as he pulls it away, fishing out the foot long, semi limp length as he draws closer to her face. Still hardly anything to her size, but still well beyond what looked like it should belong on his body. "Think you can give me a hand with some suction?" There was a twinkle in his eye as he planted a knee on her chin, hiking himself up enough to rub the drooling glans on her lower lip. He was close enough now that she could get the unmistakable scent of him, a mixture of earth and blood and that unmistakable scent of maleness, as well as something just a touch sweet.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: "I'm not normal either~" she almost sang out, watching the pale-skinned warper crawl up her body. He could feel how closely she was watching his hardness- she had more eyes than just her lovely, glowing eyes, after all. [sub]And some of the maintenance crew might have access to her cameras.[/sub]

Still, she took his blatant breaking the laws of human biology before her rather well, all things considered. With that same cheerful, innocent smile. "I can do more than that, if you allow it." We'll assume he allows it, given his mood. She keeps on watching as he finds his way to her face, feeling the texture of it. It's a bit harder than her chest, especially the side that's cold, black metal. But the 'mask' of a face on her right, the one he stroked along, is more than soft and friendly enough. Her eyes are warm enough to make the air significantly less chilly at this distance, which is good, otherwise he might be uncomfortable undressing.

His cock grinds against her lip, and finally, she obediently takes him into her mouth.It's lined with something soft, though it's not especially warm or wet, being used mostly for vocalizations. Still, she's able to slowly close down on the throbbing shaft, letting out a little hum of innocent delight as she starts to suckle away.

And that's when he feels the gentle, teasing electric current spark inside her, traveling straight along the nerves in his cock and up his spine just as fast. Truly an electrifying experience.



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: Haskell was an addict for new and different sensations, and the one of the mouth that closed around him was certainly one to savor, his back quickly arching as the tingle shot up his spine, hips firing forward and sinking his cock into that massive mouth, slowly grinding against that happy suckle and smile as his torso fell aside her nose. Likely the war machine wasn't designed with taste in mind, the slightly sweet flavor of his pre lost on her, though the surprising volume of the slick fluid certainly more than made up for the lack of saliva in her cool, smooth mouth. "Oh... god, Spook," he moaned and writhed against those lips, hotly breathing against synth skin "Harder."

Slowly, she could feel her suckling making progress, a strange vibration against her lips and the interior of that mouth that silently hummed against her. Her cool interior was arming up with his heat, each rock of his hips pushing more and more flesh into that mouth, girth starting to fill out and forcing her lips into an O. Slowly, the glans delved further and further, deeper and broader, as the medic's cock started reaching the comparative size that if she were human, he'd be finding the back of her mouth and prodding against the entrance to her throat. Yet still his hot, small body almost laid atop her face, still the same size, the true difference in size between him and the shaft within her hidden from sight.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: Sadly, the taste and the smell were indeed lost on her, but she still suckled them down into her 'throat' like a good girl. Why the throat existed was anyone's guess, but it certainly made her job easier, and she cheerfully slurped and licked at his throbbing, rapidly growing cock all the while. As it happened, she did have a tongue, vaguely wet but seemingly more to influence the aforementioned vocalizations than for any actual tasting. And the way Spooky could wrap it around his shaft was suitably far better than human.

She reached up and gave the throbbing, needy human atop her face a little pet with her softer, more feminine hand. Then she spoke, with an external speaker. Slightly staticy, and a little less lively, but still Spooky. "I'd prefer it if you were laying on my breasts, okay? It's much softer there. I wouldn't want you to get sore from thrusting against the harder parts of my exterior." It might occur to him that even with her suckling hard and fast on his oversized cock, he's still probably not nearly big enough. But that's before he hears an engine revving up, one of her props spinning idly for a moment before she reroutes the power to somewhere where it's more needed.

As he discovers, by way of all of that engine power being devoted to sucking him down her throat, as if she'd managed to somehow move one of her jet intakes inside there and spin it up to max. Oh dear. That's... well. That's quite the strong sucking, isn't it?



[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: There was a slow nod as he started to move back. Honestly, he had estimated about where her 'throat' would have started and, assuming there was nothing to be found, was intending to move away so he could have more space to 'grow into.' He drew himself free, almost shivering as inches and then feet of pre-slick shaft pulled free into the night air. It was already a difficult fight to not keep fucking that length into her all too welcoming mouth not designed for this kind of purpose. Another shaky foot backward, another trembling sigh. Absurdly engorged veins crossed the surface, pulling the texture across her mostly stiff lips and chin as he backed away.

And then her extra engines kicked in. With a loud, obscene slurp the poor medic was pulled off his feet and every bit of progress he had made to the soft valley of her chest was undone as he smacked back against her face with a loud groan, a mix of pain and intense pleasure. Quickly, she found that her tactic did have the intended effect, an almost explosive blossoming of flesh rushing down her throat as meters of cock sprung forth. He squirmed and writhed, hands and knees trying to plant and gain some sort of leverage to pull free, but the force too strong to do more than leave him moaning in ecstasy as she drew the growing length deep into her, the girth swelling out her neck in a bulge as it raced down her mechanized gullet, disappearing past her collarbone. "Sp-Spook!" He couldn't take much more of this kind of treatment, the pitch of his voice easily conveying how quickly this was bringing him to the brink.



[2015/10/30]Spooky AC-130: This was not exactly as she planned, to say the least! She seems to frown, and quickly stopped the suction. But that was far too late to keep Haskell from ramming into her face and growing at least five times his size as his meat plunged down into the depths of her body, where it was assaulted by little sparks and zaps all over, along with the heat of her internal workings. Sure, it wasn't all as soft, but that's not so bad, right?

"Eep. I'm sorry..." she murmured, seeing his pain mixed with pleasure. Slowly, she picked him up, dragging his now massively engorged flesh back out, far enough to help him down to her bosom, though at this point that left him still deep inside the tickling and maddeningly pleasant electricity. So she was probably going to get flooded in a moment.




[2015/10/30]Haskell Narlosa: It had been weeks since he had the time to himself to find some relief. Its amazing from the sensations he held out as long as he did with the attention the war machine had given him with that innocent smile the whole while, even as his now absurd length delved deeper than it had any right to into her. Gone was the soft smooth texture as he grew into her more mechanized bits, twitching and spasming at the electric jolts pressed against his sensitive glans. The engine cutting out was a relief, but before he could properly recover, she started pulling her from her mouth, pulling him free like an obscene sword swallowing trick. He only managed to last as long as it took for her to reach her clevage when his hips bucked and let a groan tear from his throat.

Fluid surged down his length, the urethra bulging about the load as it fired down the shaft at lightning speed, the length enough that she could see another bulge start as the first shot past her lower lip, a sensation of intense heat coursing into her as it made its way to the tip and exploded down her 'throat', the viscous fluid thicker than oil as it coated the passage even as she continue to draw him forth. Another pulse. And another. His arms clenched and gripped at her chest as she laid him down in her softness as he let loose a deluge inside her.

Tomorrow, the crew might regret giving Spooky this assignment. Or, at the very least, whoever they assign to internal maintenance.



[20:21]Spooky AC-130: Spooky wasn't built to handle someone using her for sex. She definitely wasn't built to handle the gallons of boiling hot semen that sprayed into her with every pulse of Haskell's monster of a cock. Moans echoed from her speakers as the molten lava erupted inside her body, slamming into panels and delicate wiring. Sparks flew, motors began to lock up. The medic's climax was breaking her very mind. He couldn't see it on her face, which was twitching wildly around him as the planegirl's insides shorted out. He could definitely hear it, however, in her multifaceted, frantic cries, and the way she overrode the safety measures that had turned her wildly spasming arms off for a moment, instead clumsily using them to help shove him back up against her face. And the engine turned back on. All of them, in fact. They may have been sputtering and choking on his tar-like fluids, but now the whole power of all four of her main turbines was trying to suck her interior dry, desperately pulling the tidal wave of semen and the cock along with it, through her body, through the sparking and sizzling machinery, through machines that would have surely done terrible things to him if they had not been clogged and shorted out moments prior, in a futile attempt to vent the thick fluid building up inside her, bringing it to one shorted-out access panel after another....




[20:39]Haskell Narlosa: For a time, Haskell was ignorant of his effects on the massive war machine, his hands and arms clutching at the soft flesh she had managed to set him on just before he began to spill the obscene amount of pearly fluid 'down the hatch,' his face buried in scraps of fabric-like material that clung to her curves. Each spurt forced a spasm through him that wracked his body as he clenched himself against her, burying his face into the side of one of those massive tits and muffling his moans as he wedged himself in.

Lucky thing, too, considering what came next. Slowly his mind wandered back to reality as the sound of machinery came to life, hoarsely panting hot against her as he managed to get out "Spook-?" before the suction kicked in. His tender, still seeping cock pulled taut of whatever stature it had started to lose, almost with an elastic twang as the plane started shorting out. Again, he started moaning, burying his face once more as it almost reached a howl. It was all he could do to prevent another round of explosive growth for fear of losing consciousness from the lack of blood pressure, already feeling light headed and euphoric, instead having to contend with the intense mix of ecstasy and pain of his hypersensitive glans being exposed to the military grade suction. Slowly the flow of the thick fluid relented, replaced with a constant stream of the far thinner and clear pre that more easily washed through her, though still did nothing to ease her fritzing out systems or what massive amount of fluid was building inside her framework.



[20:55]Spooky AC-130: Slowly the suction died down again, the struggling engines sputtering to a crawl, and then to a halt. Her insides sloshed and swayed, but the electricity was dying down, too, being contained, all that good stuff. And, finally, after what felt like ages, a hatch was able to open up, and a huge jet of semen was forced out of it, despite how thick the stuff was. The robot was still pretty far gone, and probably wouldn't be operation for a while...

And poor Haskie would have a lot of explaining to do.