Sexy Space Babes - Mechs, Maidens and Macaroons: Chapter Fifteen

Mark could admit, while Saria’s suggestion to use the mech simulator’s had mostly been little more than an opportunity for him to… have an o

Mark could admit, while Saria’s suggestion to use the mech simulator’s had mostly been little more than an opportunity for him to… have an opportunity to blow off some steam with her, he couldn’t deny that using the machines was actually quite exciting.

He was only human after all. And while vagina was nice, it only narrowly beat out giant robots.

The panoramic screen in front of him was a riot of colors and action as he used the neural headset to command his mech to lurch forward.

And lurch was the correct word for what he was doing. The neural headset he was wearing meant that he could control the machine like it was his own body.

Of course, there were two issues with that.

First, his real body wasn’t shaped like the mech he was piloting. Oh, sure, it was similar in the broad stokes in that is had arms and legs – but one of those arms had a pulse cannon instead of hands and the legs were reverse jointed and rather squat. It also didn’t have a head. Instead, it had a series of sensors and cameras dotted across the torso that gave the machine a three-hundred-and-sixty cone of vision, though he turned that off in favor of narrowing the focus in the direction he was looking. It would shift, as he ‘turned his head’.

He also had shoulder mounted cannons, which correlated to him feeling like he suddenly had an extra pair of limbs attached to his back. Which he could use, but just manipulating them felt distinctly alien to his sensibilities.

Second of all, it wasn’t like his flesh and blood body had stopped existing. He could very much move his real arm in a manner entirely separate to his new mech body. Which required a level of focus not indistinct from trying to pat yourself on the head while rubbing your stomach.

Again, doable, but something that required a fair amount of concentration and an equally fair amount of discomfort.

All in all, the whole thing had only made him more impressed by the feats he’d seen pulled off a few nights ago.

Dodging to the side – or perhaps falling was more apt – he barely managed to avoid a barrage of laser fire from his onscreen opponent.

As he did, he felt his body ‘fall’ too, as the humming grav-panels shifted beneath his feet to mimic the lurch and sway of what was occurring on screen.

“Not bad, human. Not bad at all. You’ve got some talent for this,” Saria murmured from her position just outside the open door of the faux cockpit.

Leaning in, she seemed entirely unbothered by the ever shifting gravity inside the pod, despite not being strapped in. Instead, she merely had one hand holding an overhead grab bar.

He had to imagine it felt strange though, given only her upper torso was inside – and thus being affected by the mech’s simulated movements. Her legs would be feeling entirely normal gravity, while her upper body would feel like it was being tossed about.

Though he supposed, she likely did this exact thing often enough - leaning over Vorn’s shoulder to get an idea of what changes and updates to make to the woman’s mech.

Though it was slightly distracting, given not only was her fairly sizeable chest but a few inches from his face, the movements of the mech meant they kept… jiggling in interesting ways.

He wasn’t complaining, merely making note of it.

“You’re just saying that. I’m barely managing not to fall over.” Still, Mark grinned, dodging a virtual missile on-screen - barely.

“S’better than most do,” Saria said casually.

Mark nodded, even if he was pretty sure she was just buttering him up. “Do they sell these things commercially? I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t want one.”

Admittedly, it was the size of a small car, so fitting it in his apartment would likely be a little difficult.

Doable though.

Saria snorted. “Sure, if you’ve got a few million credits lying around. Most folks settle for scaled-down versions. Little console ditties with no grav-emitters, a visual-headset and a way simplified neural interface. I mean, they’re fun enough, I guess, but they’re nothing like this.”

Mark winced at the price tag – his dreams of practicing on his own time dying much like his mech, as a salvo of missiles caused his machine to burst into a cacophony of digital flames as he misjudged a turn.

“Ouch. Guess I’ll just need to beg Kalia to borrow hers when I come over,” he said.

Saria just shrugged. “You woulndt be the first. Kalia generally prefers the real thing if she wants to practice, and Vrenir uses the simulators often enough.”

“He does?”

“Oh yeah, surprised me too. But he’s a real-mechhead.”

Huh, Mark supposed there was even more to the small Nighkru than he’d already thought. Still, that was ultimately irrelevant to his goal here.

Because after all, giant robots came in close second to vagina.

…Though even as he had that thought, he felt a little guilty for reducing the woman next to him as essentially that. He didn’t think of her that way. Not really. But in this instance… well, it was what he was interested in.

And he was ninety percent sure the feeling was mutual, given the way the alien’s eyes were practically glued to his sweat-soaked shirt any moment she thought he wasn’t looking at her.

“So,” he said. “Do you wanna swap out? You got to watch me get my ass kicked, so I think it’s only fair I get to see you suffer a bit.”

“Well then, prepare to be disappointed.” Saria smirked her curvy frame filling the open door as she leaned over him to tap the control panel. “I might not be Kalia, but I know a few moves.”

Her tank top strained slightly against her heavy breasts, brushing against his groin as she scrolled through the mech selection screen.

Not that she seemed to notice, ironically enough as her excitement over the machines on screen stole her focus.

“What to pick, what to pick,” she murmured under her breath as she scrolled.

Mark shifted as the soft sensation of her breasts soon created a predictable response for him. Really, he couldn’t be blamed – all the clothing designed for men on this planet was either so tight it felt like bondage putting it on, or so loose and thin it barely felt like clothing at all.

And on this occasion, he was wearing the latter, which meant that between the soft fabric of his pants and the thinness of Saria’s top, well, it didn’t feel like there was much at all between them.

Just warm pillowy softness.

As a result, it didn’t take long for his growing erection to start to tent the thin fabric of his pants.

 And it didn’t take long for her to notice the sudden hardness between them, as Saria’s sing-song muttering trailed off mid-sentence, her ears twitching. Her amber eyes flicked down, widening in surprise as she choked a little.

…Was this like the equivalent of a car-nut discovering that a girl got wet when he let her have a few laps in his car.

And as he watched, he could see her mind go into overdrive as she saw the opportunity that represented – and how she might leverage it into the ultimate endgame she clearly wanted.

She pursed her lips, clearly looking for something to say.

Mark beat her to it. Because while he might once had been more than a little ashamed of being caught out in such a way… that would have been on Earth.

Here, a man growing hard at an inconvenient moment was less a social faux pax and more of a… compliment.

The proverbial difference between the discomfort inherent in a guy saying ‘I’m so hard for you right now’ and the hotness of a girl saying ‘I’m so wet for you right now.’

Was that fair? No.

But life and culture were contextual.

“So, you going to take a seat?” he said.

“I, uh,” the short curvy catgirl seemed to bluescreen at the downright pornographic situation she’d been placed in. Because Mark didn’t doubt there was at least one porno with this exact plotline. “You’re still in the seat.”

He could almost feel her wince as she seemed to register what she’d just said.

He grinned. “Yeah, I want to get a feel for how the mech moves when there’s someone competent piloting. Can’t do that from outside now can I?”

“No?” The word came out more as a question – tinged with hope – than anything else.

“So, sit,” he gestured to his lap. “I’ll hold you in place so you don’t get… pushed about too much. And close the door behind you.”

“R-right,” she said, as she clambered in, closing the door behind her – sealing them both inside the small space. “I’ll just…”

Slowly, as if not believing what she was doing, she slung herself over him, slowly lowering herself down with deliberate movements onto his lap.

The heat of her body was immediate, her firm but pliant ass pressing against his erection through their clothes. She didn’t comment on it - but he felt the way her tail curled around his leg.

He enjoyed the slight shiver he felt from her as he placed the headset on her, before his arms came up to wrap around her waist - pulling her close.

For a moment, the two said nothing, a pregnant silence permeating the pod.

“Well,” he said finally. “You going to boot up?”

“Oh, y-yeah! Of course.”

With quick movements, the alien fired up the simulator, the screen blazing to life once more as a series of enemy mechs lumbering into a virtual arena.

Saria had chosen a horde mode it seemed.

All the better for him as she started mowing down targets with a surprising amount of skill.

“Not bad,” he said.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

Mark’s hands tightened on her hips, as he felt her shifting in his lap, grinding against his hardness. On screen, her hands deftly maneuvered the mech through a hail of laser fire.

She’d not been lying. She really was good. At least, relative to him.

Unfortunately for her, Mark wasn’t content to simply be a passive observer. His hands slid up her sides, luxuriating in the satin softness of her fur and the warm skin beneath.

Which surprised him a little. The fur, not the skin. Part of him had expected it to be somewhat rough and unkempt, given her usual state of dress and the oil stains she was usually festooned with.

Instead, beyond the smell of oil and grime, he could detect the faint smell of something almost lilac as he caught a whiff of her scent – enjoying the way she shivered slightly as his nose pressed into the nape of her neck.

Shivers that only grew as his hand slid under her tank top, brushing the undersides of her heavy breasts - before cupping them.

“Ah,” she gasped slightly as his thumbs circled her already hard nipples in a slow, deliberate mimicry of her movements on the control sticks.

Saria’s breath hitched, her tail lashing against his leg.

“Fuck, human…” Her voice was low, almost a growl, and he could feel the dampness seeping through her pants now as her arousal soaked against his own hardness. “You like my tits, don’t you? Big ones like this?”

“I do,” he admitted freely as he massaged the large breasts, enjoying the way her body shifted and moved in response. “Couldn’t keep my eyes off them really.”

“Yeah,” Saria chuckled as she gunned down another enemy mech – and missed another as Mark’s tweaked her nipple. “I bet you couldn’t. Not a human like you. Not with a big pair of Pesrin tits in front of you. Are human girls this big? I bet not.”

Mark resisted the urge to snicker.

Were Saria’s breasts rather large? Yes in general, and especially for her short frame. Were some humans just as big? Also yes.

Did it really matter? No.

Because for him, like most guys, tit size didn’t really matter. Ignoring the idea of personal connection to another person, on a purely physical level, there were so many other traits in play that dictated ‘attractiveness’.

And breast size really didn’t rank high at all.

To that end, it was a bit like a guy bragging about the size of his dick and how it drove women wild – when statistically, dick size was significantly less important than a dozen other things that might make a woman’s night enjoyable.

Still, he didn’t feel the need to say any of this – because it was clear Saria was enjoying her little fantasy.

“Yep, you might have ruined me for human girls,” he lied, enjoying the way she shuddered in pleasure.

“A shame,” Saria said. “I suppose I’ll just have to take responsibility by keeping you for myself."

Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. “Let’s try and keep things casual for now. You can claim ownership over me on a different day.”

Saria smirked as she jetted around a series of obstacles. “You say that now…”

Mark rolled his eyes, even as he reached over for the grav-controls. Instantly, the feeling of the cockpit ‘moving’ cut out as everything suddenly became weightless. Suddenly, the only thing keeping him in place were the straps of the pilot’s seat – and he needed to hold onto Saria to keep her from floating off.

“…What are you doing?” she asked, obviously slightly thrown off by the sudden lack of motion feedback.

“This,” he breathed as his hands moved to her waistband, tugging her pants down with a single swift motion.

The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the slick, matted fur of her groin, the heat of her pussy radiating out from it with surprising force.

Pesrin burned hot apparently.

That sensation of heat only grew as he unzipped his own pants, freeing his erection. And the moment his cock brushed against her molten outer folds, both he and Saria groaned as their hypersensitive genitals finally met.

On-screen, the shot she’d been lining up veered wildly off course.  Though both of them barely noticed as the smell of her arousal filled the cockpit, musky and intoxicating, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the simulator.

Still, while it was barely, Mark did notice. “Bad kitty. You’re supposed to be teaching me how to pilot. If you’re not going to do it properly, I might have to cut things short.”

Saria’s ears flattened, and she refocused on the screen, her voice a mix of frustration and need. “No idea what a ‘kitty’ is, but that’s not about to happen. Watch this.”

As she spoke, she took out a simulated enemy with a well-placed laser blast, her hands steadying on the controls. Which Mark rewarded by guiding his cock to her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy enveloping him as he slid inside.

She yowled, a sharp, feline sound that echoed in the cockpit, her walls clenching around him.

The sensation was incredible - tight, wet, and above all, scalding hot.

“Good kitty,” he murmured, her fur tickling his skin as he thrust up into her. “Now keep fighting.”

Saria groaned, but did as he asked her mech weaving through the virtual battlefield as Mark thrust up into her, making her bounce on his lap. One hand held her in place, while the other moved to her breasts, pinching one her nipples, drawing another yowl from her.

He had fun teasing her. Timing his thrusts and pinches just as got ready to line up a shot or dodge.

She started missing. Taking more damage.

“Focus, Saria,” he teased, his voice rough as he ground into her, the reduced gravity making every thrust feel effortless.

She growled, her tail lashing as she nailed another enemy on-screen. “I’m t-trying, you satyr!”

But her words dissolved into a moan as Mark picked up the pace, his cock sliding deeper, the slick sounds of their bodies mingling with the simulator’s hum.

Despite her sudden lapse in focus, it wasn’t long before most of the simulated map was clear. All that remained was what seemed to be the enemy leader – who piloted a massive mech that positively bristled with missiles.

And Saria’s hands flew across the controls, her focus razor-sharp despite the way her body rocked against Mark’s. If anything, the added pressure only seemed to be exciting her more – her insides clenching down on him with every near miss.

It was avtually enough that he could feel himself getting close, the heat and tightness of her driving him to the edge.

Fortunately, so was she.

“Nearly there, kitty,” he nibbled on one of her ears, enjoying her sultry gasps as she tried to pilot. “If you take it down in the next minute, I’ve got a reward for you…”

Nothing he wouldn’t already be giving her anyway, but one wouldn’t know it by the way she whimpered, before blasting towards her foe in one final hail mary push.

One that paid off, as with a final, perfectly aimed shot at a slab of armor she’d been focusing on, the outer plates finally gave way the boss exploded violently on screen.

‘Victory!’ chimed the machine.

And at the same moment, Mark thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he came, spilling into her with a groan.

Saria’s victorious roar turned into a heated yowl as she came too, her pussy clenching around him as her own orgasm hit.

All the while, the simulator’s victory fanfare blared, a ridiculous counterpoint to their shared release.

Then it was over.

Panting, they slumped together, the cockpit’s low gravity making their bodies feel light, almost boneless.

Saria’s tail curled possessively around his leg, her fur damp with sweat and arousal.

“Good kitty,” he murmured.

She turned blearily aiming one vaguely feline eye at him. “T-thanks… for… everything… never thought I’d get to fuck in a mech cockpit.”

Oh, had he just fulfilled one of her fantasies?

Mark tilted his head as he laughed. “Does this count? It’s just a simulator.”

She scoffed. “I’m counting it. It’s close enough.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I think we should try both. See how much difference there is.”

“I should have had you pegged for a mech-satyr.” She laughed again, low and tired. “Well, if it gets your meat up, I’ll be happy to let you take a spin in some of my metal.”

Mark resisted the urge to shake his head at that incredibly ‘romantic’ statement. He was just about to suggest that maybe they should get out – and go find some cleaning materials – when the unmistakable click of the simulator door being opened startled both of them.

And then Vrenir was stood there, just outside the pod, wide eyed with his hand on the handle.

A series of emotions flashed across his face.

Finally through, he coughed. “R-right, well, I’ll come back later.”

Then he shut the door again.

Hard.

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It was a good hour later that Mark staggered back to his apartment.

Getting found out by Vrenir hadn’t been ideal, but the little Nighkru had said nothing – beyond smiling impishly – as both he and Saria made their way to the front door after a quick cleaning session.

Of the equipment, not each other.

Saria had seen him off, though not before extracting a promise that they’d ‘do this again soon’. For his part, beyond that, he was happy that she’d accepted his request to keep things casual. She’d seemed rather unbothered by it, in fact, she’d almost seemed proud at being relegated to ‘booty call’.

Now that he thought about it, Tenir had had a similar reaction.

Jelara… well, they’d not really spoken about it explicitly, but he’d taken it to be assumed.

Either way, while his clothes were slightly rumpled, he had a dopey pleased smile on his face when the door to his apartment hissed open.

Said smile immediately died.

Because as the neon glow of the city’s skyline spilled through the massive windows of his apartment, they served to illuminate a rather unsettling scene.

“Hello Mark,” Sabine said cheerily from her position tied to a chair.

Despite the fact she was sporting a rapidly swelling black eye and her clothes looked even more rumpled than his own, she seemed quite unbothered.

The same could not be said for Jelara, whose body language said she was quite pissed, as she sat on the bed, rather intimidating pistol trained on the blonde woman.

Her patchwork suit looked even rougher than normal, and actually looked to be leaking slightly from a rather large gash across the side. Her visor likewise had a rather large crack in it.

She glanced up as Mark took in the scene, his post-sex buzz fading fast.

“Found a little Rhinel trying to sneak into your place while you were out. Thought this one would would… detain her for you,” the Ulnus said, before wincing slightly as she touched her side. “Put up a bit more of a fight than this one expected. Even after this one got the drop on her.”

Mark just stared.

Then he sighed.

“Alright, I guess we’re doing this,” he said as he stepped inside, deliberately shutting the door behind him.