Author's Notes: Third chapter down, and I have officially run out of steam on the intro bits. I have a couple scenes planned out in advance, but need some filler chapters/pairings, so I am turning to the crowd in a shameless and non-monetarily rewarding request:
Any T-Dolls you want to see in future chapters, PM me a suggestion or two. Preferably with which costume you want to see (if any) and if you have a scene-type request (Note: must be consensual and no creepy tags). Can't promise I will be able to write it, but I will give it my best shot. There will be a couple scenes/pairings planned out in advance, but mostly I am up for free-roaming silliness. After all, this Commander is a bit of a manwhore.
Reviewers -
Kargan3033 - Definitely harem, though not necessarily a 'he has a million chicks in his bed' but 'he has a million chicks'. Commander is a slut for T-Dolls.
Reinkasahi - There are a few recurring themes I am trying to sneak into every chapter, some more obvious than others.
Mo Eazy - So I would argue that you are assuming metaknowledge. Commander has been in contact with Kalina, so clearly someone is aware he is coming. And he had a packet and was expecting a T-Doll to show up to introduce herself. But he wouldn't necessarily know the base XO, and the argument that a woman wouldn't gift another woman like that doesn't necessarily hold water, because women can be just as crappy as men. Also, there's the whole discussion that T-Dolls aren't human, so giving one of those as a gift/one-night-stand isn't the same as gifting a real woman. I mean, at the end of the day, it's a smut story and it doesn't have to make sense. As for the Oath Ring, that's actually kind of explained in this chapter, though I swear I wrote that bit before seeing your review.
I Yorick I - I would say equally lucky and unlucky.
EnderSoul1401 - Confused sexy noises?
BabyPuffin - Well, wouldn't you know…
Baldwin VI - So I am not going to lie, I've been toying with the idea of bringing over the MC from my other series, since he does have precedent for reality-hopping, but that would be too complicated, so I have been frantically coming up with a backstory because eventually that's gotta come up, smut-story or not.
Enjoy Chapter Three!
Girl's Frontline Chapter Three: Three Strikes
Perspective - Honey Badger
Griffon Base Oberon
11:45 hours
"Miss Kalina's pissed." M1911 giggled to herself as she picked a plastic-wrapped chicken salad sandwich from the cafe cooler.
"At the new Commander?" Honey Badger stared into the cooler, a frown on her face. Betty pawed at her ankle, impatiently awaiting a meal. The little girl was getting fat due to the month of light duties. If anyone was pissed at the Commander, it would be Honey Badger. After all, he was on the job a whole day now and they still didn't have a mission.
"Who else would she be pissed at? I heard she actually threatened to 'ground him.'"
The giggling Pistol took her sandwich to the counter and scanned her bracelet. The reader chirped, flashed green, and Springfield shot her a grateful smile from further down.
"Thank you, M1911," the older Rifle called out, not stepping away from her coffee pour. "Have a great day!"
"You too, Miss Springfield." She glanced back at Honey Badger. "Come on, pick something before your servos rust."
"Bah, not like it matters." The SMG grabbed the closest sandwich, not bothering to check the label, and paid for it.
Their transactions completed, the two T-Dolls stepped out of the cafe's interior and grabbed a porch table. It was a nice day out, and they left the umbrella down to better enjoy the sun. After all, it had been a dreary few days and although they did not need sunlight like the human staff it still felt nice.
"Is she pissed at this yesterday's incident, or today's?"
"Eh?" M1911 blinked owlishly. "What happened yesterday?"
"Nothing." Honey Badger grimaced and unwrapped her sandwich. Turkey cranberry, bleh. Pinching a corner off the end, the SMG held the food under the table. The sharp teeth of a very hungry Betty scraped against her flesh as her pet devoured the morsel. Betty was mostly indifferent to whatever food was presented to her. That was part of the reason why she had gotten so fat in the first place. "What happened this morning?"
The Pistol grinned, wiggling back and forth on her seat like a child who knew a naughty secret. Forgetting her sandwich, she clapped her hands and adopted the role of a teacher explaining a history lesson to her students. She liked to do that, lecture people. It was… well, it was alright sometimes. At least she didn't skim over details.
"So, you know how Commander announced he wanted all T-Dolls on base to requalify in the training grounds so he could see what we can do?"
"Yeah." Honey Badger snorted and fed another piece of her sandwich to Betty. "Because that's not a waste of everyone's time. Psh, not like we have much else to do right now."
"Now, now," M1911 tutted sternly, "He just wants to make sure he understands our abilities before he sends us out on missions. It's for everyone's best."
"Sure." She wasn't going to argue the point.
"Uh-huh. Where was I… Oh, right! So, this morning the first batch of us went out to the training grounds. Miss Kalina was there, Miss Helian was there. Even Miss Persica came out for some of it. Twenty of us in total, running the course one at a time. Oh, it was so much fun. I haven't run the course in months and forgot how exhilarating it is."
"Live-fire training is the best kind," Honey Badger grudgingly conceded, and slipped another bite down to Betty. "Though I can see Miss Kalina's face when she sees the repair costs this is going to incur. Running a hundred of us through the training grounds back-to-back."
"Ooh, she isn't going to be happy. Anyways, he watches as ten of us run through it. It was me, USAS-12, M1918, Welrod, Ste-"
"Geez, skip the list already." The SMG waved her hand dismissively. She unwrapped the rest of the sandwich and, after staring dismally at it, dropped the whole thing on the ground. Satisfied munching sounds emerged from below the table.
"Rude!" M1911 shook her head, showing her displeasure at the interruption. "Well, ten of us finished the course, and Commander had us pause before sending in the next one. He spoke with each of us about the course, asked a couple questions-"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, he's a nerd. I get it already." Honey Badger unwrapped the sandwich and sniffed cautiously. "Bread's a little dry," she muttered.
"And you wouldn't believe what happened next. Miss Kalina was prepping the next course and- I couldn't believe it. He stepped into the ready room! We were so shocked that none of us thought to warn Miss Kalina before she could finish entering the information."
"Did he, now?" Honey Badger took a careful bite. She rolled the chicken around in her mouth, appreciating the juiciness of the poultry cut.
"It was terrifying! Saiga-12 was about to go in, and the course was programmed for her! Commander went into the training course programmed for an elite Shotgun!"
"...and he made it out alive," the SMG murmured, rolling her eyes as she chowed down on the rest of the sandwich.
"And he made it out alive! You should have seen it." M1911 leaned back in her chair, a dopey grin on her face. "I've never seen a human like him before. He's nothing like our old Commander. He's-"
"Insane," Honey Badger grumbled, licking her fingers clean.
"-fearless!" The Pistol slapped a palm on the table. "Oh, it was amazing. He tore through the training bots like they were made of paper. Didn't even have a weapon on him at the start. He took one from a bot and used it to mow the rest down. Completed the whole thing in forty one seconds!"
"Forty one seconds? Really. Astonishing…" The SMG shrugged. Her personal best was twenty eight seconds. The base's best was nineteen, but that was because the freak trained relentlessly on the course until she had the whole thing memorized.
"That puts him in the top twenty percent, and on his first try too! Well, his only try. When he stepped off the course Miss Kalina nearly punched him she was so mad. She went off on him about being reckless, irresponsible, a womanizing idiot." The Pistol paused. "Honey Badger, why would Miss Kalina call him a womanizer? What does the training course have to do with-"
"She was probably just ranting," the SMG said, cutting off the Pistol before she thought too much about it. Of course, there were already a few rumors floating around base about the new Commander. A few people claimed that he and DSR ran into each other out in the city and bumped uglies, as it were. A ridiculous assertion! There was no way in hell one of the elite T-Dolls in the sector would throw herself at a newbie Commander. Impossible.
That being said, something had happened, because DSR-50 seemed pretty pissed at him too and apparently there was a whole kerfuffle because she refused to be his adjutant the day before. It might have had something to do with the fact that she and Miss Kalina had apparently walked into the Commander's suite yesterday morning and found that slut Ithaca 37 in his bed. Now that wasn't a rumor. That was bonafide true, or at least Honey Badger wanted it to be true. Anything that gave her an excuse to poke fun at the Northern Hemispheres and her stupid, ridiculous boobs.
"Ranting? Yeah, she was really mad. She kicked him out of the training grounds and told him to come back when he grew up. It was hilarious. Well, once the terrifying possibility of losing our brand new Commander in a live-fire training course went away, it was hilarious." The Pistol sighed and slumped into her chair. "We've got a real, what did M1918 call him? A real bronco."
"Looks like he just keeps getting into trouble." Honey Badger rolled up the plastic wrap and shoved it all in her pocket. She would toss it in a recycling bin later. "Guess the real question is who kills him first, the Sangs or Miss Kalina?"
"Heehee, Just wait until you meet him. He's handsome, and seems really nice. Ithaca calls him a real stud. Um… what's a stud, Honey Badger?"
"It's…" the SMG averted her eyes, uncomfortable with explaining the Shotgun's term. "It's a… means he's reliable. You know, like how you have to find the studs in the wall to hang up a picture. She means he's going to be the one that holds us all up, or something like that."
"Oh, I wondered what that meant. That's a real poetic term."
"Yep, definitely poetic. Definitely talking about a wall stud, there."
Hastily evacuating the conversation before it spiraled further south, Honey Badger pushed her chair back and motioned for Betty to follow. The fat badger trundled after her, waddling on its four legs and bulging stomach. She'd have to take Betty out on a few laps of the base to work off the turkey cranberry sandwich.
"See you later, Honey Badger! Thanks for hanging out!" M1911 waved after her. Some people said the quiet SMG was hard to get to know, but she didn't have any issue with her. But man, all this talking made her appetite even bigger. She licked her lips and reached for her sand-
"Huh? Where's my chicken salad sandwich?"
Honey Badger set her SMG down on the booth's counter and pressed the button to reel in her target. The distant paper target jerked into motion, gliding up the firing lane until it came to a halt just an arm's length away. She counted the bullet holes, noting with satisfaction that nineteen of her twenty shots were within the primary ring, and the one outlier only missed the ring by a couple centimeters. At that distance it was hella good shooting.
The simpering bark of a pistol rang out from the next booth over. Her eyes slid that way, trying to identify the shooter. Unlike the weaker humans, T-Dolls did not need to wear ear protection on the range. Their auditory sensors adjusted to the cramped echo chambers that the firing booths naturally created. Still, there was enough distortion that she could not quite register the profile of the weapon.
Not that it mattered. What drew her attention in the first place was the fact that the idiot in the next booth was using a sidearm on a hundred-meter target. There were a couple Pistols she knew that could handle that consistently, but none in the caliber she judged her neighbor to be using.
"Fucking moron," she grumbled.
It wasn't like she cared. If anything the waste of ammunition would be logged, and the shooter's target rating would go into their profile and probably come up as a side note in their quarterly evaluation. If they wanted to look like an idiot in front of the Commander, that was their prerogative.
"C'mon, Betty." She idly scratched her pet's head as she secured her weapon. The weight of it hanging from the shoulder sling felt good; she had not experienced it enough in the past months.
The door to the firing booth slid open and she stepped out into the waiting area. To her surprise, most of the booths were occupied. Eighteen of the twenty, to be exact, not counting the one she had just stepped out of. With the new Commander on base and the promise of upcoming missions being posted to Oberon, T-Dolls were out in force polishing up their skills on the range, in the simulators, even in the training grounds. Well, that last bit didn't really count because it was mandatory.
Morbid curiosity guided her to the neighboring firing booth. She inspected the security panel, noting with irritation that it was the new Commander's ID blinking there. Why was he- that's right, M1911 said something about Miss Kalina kicking him out of the training grounds. Perhaps he was in here cooling his head by wasting magazine after magazine of pistol rounds on a too-far-away target.
Idiot. He and Ithaca were made for each other.
Her eyes narrowed, and she glowered at the silent door. That busty tramp practically broadcast her desperation across the base two days ago. It was a well-known fact that the old Commander hadn't particularly cared for her. Even Honey Badger admitted it wasn't deserved, and he was a bit of a snob when it came to assembling teams. It was also rumored that he had a thing against the… ahem… bigger girls. M4A1 said she heard him muttering "Yes loli. No touch." more than a few times around base as he stared after the smaller T-Dolls.
The guy was nice enough, for a Commander, but he was set in his ways and he didn't change his mind once he settled on something. That was half the reason he was dead now. Because he decided to go out to a forward operating base to check on the teams posted there the same day the Sangs launched a surprise offensive. The T-Dolls from bases Oberon and Titania fought them off, but the Commander bought it when his transport took a missile to the nose. The whole command staff, wiped out in an instant because he wanted to have a photoshoot on the frontlines.
Humans were all idiots. She had decided that a while ago. Necessary idiots, but idiots nonetheless. Why would they need T-Dolls if they weren't?
The dull thump of her knuckles rapping on the door likely went unheard. She glared at her own hand, wondering what treacherous synapse decided it was a good idea to involve herself in-
The door slid open. Damn it.
"Honey Badger?" The new Commander gazed down at her, one brow quirked ever so slightly in confusion. He wasn't wearing the G&K blazer, having taken it off and set it on a clothing hook inside the booth. Outside of the blazer… hm… well, he didn't look too shabby. His button-up white shirt had a few powder burns on it, likely from his suicidal dive into the training course. His face was pleasant enough to look at; she had only gotten a partial glimpse of it that night due to the shitty overheads that illuminated the walking paths.
"What kind of pistol are you using?" The question tore itself from her lungs before she could shut it down.
"1911," he answered.
"Figures." She lowered her head and stared at the ground. Great, she was talking to him now. He would expect a conversation, wouldn't he?
She could not see him since she was looking at the floor, but she imagined he was staring at her. Just shut the damn door already!
"Do you need something?"
"Do I need something?" The SMG practically spat the words out, her head lifting so quickly she almost pulled a muscle. Irritation flared inside her chest at his bemused expression. Just behind him, she saw the steel-finish M1911 sidearm lying on the counter, magazine laid out beside it, seven bullets stacked up and ready for reloading.
This was the bastard that Ithaca banged his first night on base. Heat welled up in her core, spreading through her veins in a sickly, unfamiliar sensation that she absolutely detested. It wasn't quite hatred. No, it was something that goaded at her, insulted her. Made her want to knock this jackass down a peg.
She definitely wasn't jealous. Jealous? Of Ithaca getting laid while Honey Badger was bored out of her mind on base? No. Not at all.
"Move."
Not waiting for him to respond, Honey Badger shouldered past him and entered the firing booth. There was enough room for two in a booth; regulation stipulated a certain spacing for the shooter and sometimes the humans needed an assistant to guide them in their shooting. Well, it looked like she was going to be his shooting instructor. She couldn't wait to see how bad a shot he was.
Then again, forty one seconds on the training course… that actually was pretty damn impressive. Especially if the course was programmed for an elite Shotgun like Saiga-12. Saiga-12 was no slouch. She could run the course in… thirty one seconds? Shit, and on his first try, too. It would have been humiliating for Saiga-12 if he caught up.
Then again, it could have been a fluke. Miss Kalina had likely performed an emergency shutdown within seconds of the course starting.
"You're shooting way outside your range," she scolded, not bothering to give him a look. Her fingers danced across the pistol, scooping it up and running it through a thorough inspection. "Hmm… you cleaned it first, at least. Where'd this come from? Armorer hand it out? This gun oil from you or him?"
"I cleaned it," he told her.
She almost believed him.
"You ever fired one before?"
"This model? Not before today."
"Geez, you really are an idiot, aren't you?"
Other T-Dolls would have held their tongue in front of the Commander. Honey Badger didn't care. She had served under a couple Commanders now, and had been unimpressed with all of them. They were weak, but well-meaning souls that wouldn't last an hour in real combat. Would he really be any different? She doubted it.
"Pull the target in," she ordered.
The Commander cocked an eyebrow, but palmed the button to reel it in. They waited in silence, Honey Badger drumming her fingers on her arm, alternating between glancing at the Commander and Betty. Her pet had clambered its way onto the counter and was sniffing over the bullets, inspecting each with disdain.
"So… how is your day going, H-"
"I'm not here to exchange pleasantries, Commander." She brusquely cut him off. The less he talked, the better. His voice aggravated her. It was smooth, but masculine. The kind of voice that emanated confidence and protectiveness. With other T-Dolls, she could see it having a kind of appeal. The rugged, 'I can protect you' that they didn't need, but wanted. She didn't want that. Honey Badger didn't need someone to protect her. She cared after herself, and Betty. That was all she would ever need.
The target squeaked to a halt in front of them. Honey Badger did not even take it down. She glared at the gently waving target, her eyes fixed on the lone hole straight in the center of the target. Just the one hole.
"You've put how many bullets downrange?"
"Twenty one," he answered, not missing a beat.
"And you only hit the target once." The SMG sighed loudly. "Lucky shot or not, you need to learn how to fire a weapon before you-"
"Pretty sure I hit the target twenty one times," he told her, interrupting her lecture.
Her eyes flashed with irritation. This… this man! The arrogance in him! Was he really stupid enough to think that she would believe such baloney? For all she knew he had plugged the target at the range-minimum ten meters and then pushed it out to waste all his shots and claim such ludicrous skill. Some T-Dolls could pull off such a feat, but only Rifles. To do it with a pistol was absurd.
"You hit this target dead-center twenty one times." She glowered up at him, unimpressed by his claim. "Bullshit."
"I can prove it."
"Uh-huh. I'd like to see that."
She smirked at the prospect of calling him out on his bullshit. Stepping to the side, she gestured for him to load his pistol. He did, choosing to only load a single bullet in the magazine. While he did that she drew a target patch from the drawer and slapped it over the center of the target. The translucent white patches did not hide the target, but were visible enough it would be easy to tell where a bullet went through them.
His appraising gaze rested on her. A scowl wormed its way back onto her face, her skin prickling with disgust as his serious, calm gaze traveled across her face. Turning away from him, she pressed the button to push the target out to one hundred meters. Again, they waited in silence. The target jerked to a halt, the paper settled.
Commander lifted the pistol, sighted, and squeezed the trigger in one smooth motion. A faint shiver rippled through the paper target, twitching faintly. That alone told her he had struck it. Her mood soured, and she recalled the target. It was still halfway back to them when she saw the hole.
Dead-center.
"Damn it," she muttered.
"Hm?" Commander had already set down the pistol, ejected the magazine, and stood back with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Th- that's just luck!" The SMG grabbed another patch. She slapped it on the target as soon as it got in reach, then sent it out again. "You won't do it twice in a row!"
Commander reached out a hand, seeking her shoulder. "Honey Badger, is there something you need t-"
"Don't Honey Badger me!" She slapped his hand away. That heat in her belly clawed at her chest, filling her with conflicting thoughts. "You may be our new Commander, but you've got to prove the right to lead us. Again!"
She sent out the target.
He put a round straight through the bullseye.
She did it again. And again. Six times in total, counting the first shot. Each shot landed directly in the center of the target.
"That… that's impossible!" Her eyes shifted to the booth's walls. There were other T-Dolls shooting downrange. A lot of them. Maybe one of them was taking potshots at the target. That had to be it. A mere human being this accurate with a gun… such a thing was unheard of in this day and age. Humans didn't shoot anymore. They didn't need to. That's what the whole point of T-Dolls and other machines was for. How could he possibly be this good, and why?
"I am a good shot," Commander told her, shrugging as if it was entirely normal.
"No! No, you can't be! There's- someone else is doing it. You've got one of the Rifles in a nearby booth shooting your target!"
"I have a T-Doll in a different booth firing synchronized shots blindly, with a pistol-caliber round…" His eyebrows rose at the ridiculous assertion.
It was ridiculous. But it was the only explanation Honey Badger had. To accept that he was as good as he claimed to be… she could not allow that. She could not admit that Ithaca had shagged a human who was this good at… well, everything. That wasn't fair!
"How about this." Commander loaded the last round into the pistol. "One last shot. I'll make it harder. If I land the bullseye, we'll talk about what's bothering you."
"And when you don't?" She glared up at him. Honey Badger wished she had confidence he would fail, but after seeing those shots she feared he was just as good as he claimed to be. Maybe even better.
"Then I will accept any request you make of me, so long as it is in my power to do so."
The SMG gave a mute nod. Her eyes widened when Commander smiled down at her. He had a really nice smile. Very attractive- not that she was into that kind of thing!
"I'm going to make it really embarrassing," she muttered, lowering her head.
"I am sure you will," he replied, his tone smooth as melted chocolate.
There was a squeaking sound, a clamp was undone, and a new target was placed in the hanging clamps. Honey Badger glanced up surreptitiously and she mouthed a silent cry when Commander sent the target down range. He had not set it up properly, and it was dangling from only the one clamp.
The idiot!
"Comm-"
"I am aware," he told her, silencing her with an upraised hand.
Though the targets were made of paper, they were sturdy enough to maintain their position when shot, and that weight meant the target was folded over, completely hidden from view. How was he supposed to hit the target if he couldn't even see it!
The rangemaster had the same question, and the booth's intercom buzzed to life.
"Booth Twelve, your target is askew. Recall your target and secure."
Commander keyed the intercom. "Rangemaster, this is Commander. Authorization Code Ell-Ess-Four-Zero-Kay. Target secured as intended."
The rangemaster did not reply immediately. Likely they were pondering what to make of his declaration.
"Rangemaster, confirm copy?"
"Confirmed, Commander."
"Request permission to interrupt downrange fire, thirty seconds. Have shooters secure their weapons and await range order."
"Affirmative, Commander."
"One last thing. Drop bulletproof protection over every booth but mine. Possibility of ricochet."
The rangemaster sounded just as confused as Honey Badger was. Bewildered by his strange order, the SMG waited in impatient anticipation. Did he seriously think he could do this? And why did he think there would be a ricochet?
"...affirmative. Dropping ballistic shielding in thirty seconds."
"Appreciate it, Rangemaster." He stepped back from the intercom and winked at Honey Badger.
An overhead alarm blared three times, and the booths bathed in a red warning light. Outgoing fire dropped off immediately as the shooters turned their attention to the overhead speakers.
"All booths, secure weapons. Range shutdown commencing in thirty seconds. Ballistic shielding being deployed to all booths. We apologize for this interruption. Firing range will return to normal operations in two minutes."
She could imagine the groans from the other booths, but the firing dropped off and the targets were all drawn in except for the Commander's. Without a doubt, the other shooters were all watching the target, curious to see the reason for their interruption.
Once the countdown finished, the red warning light vanished, and Commander turned perpendicular to the lane. He had not looked downrange once, but kept his eyes closed and his head lowered. The SMG watched in astonishment at his total lack of regard for aligning his shot. It was already an impossible shot. Was he trying to make it even more impossible so he could claim an excuse as to why he missed?
Commander's head lifted, and he gazed down the firing lane for ten seconds. Honey Badger saw the microscopic twitches in his eye as he studied not the target, but the range itself. She held her breath, impulsively wondering just what he was-
The pistol lifted and boomed. In the forced stillness of the range it sounded too loud and overbearing. Her ears twitched as audio dampers kicked in, but she did not miss the rapid-fire ping-thwack-ping as his shot not just missed the target, but missed the back wall entirely. He had fired at a wide angle, sending the bullet into the sidewalls, and it ricocheted laterally down the lanes.
The target wiggled suddenly, tossed about by an unseen impact.
"No way…" Honey Badger muttered. She did not have to see the reeled-in target to confirm her suspicion. Yet he brought it in anyways, the hydraulic line trundling closer as the target waved limply from its single clamp.
"...bullseye…" She snatched the target down, tearing the corner free, and held it up to inspect. "How did you- what was- this is-"
The booth glowed green and the rangemaster announced the interruption as over. The ballistic shields fell, retracting into their secured positions. Firing rose sporadically as the other shooters resumed their practice.
"I told you I'm good," he reminded her.
"Good? That isn't good! That's… that's inhuman!" Honey Badger folded up the target and shoved it in her jacket pocket. Why, she wasn't sure. But she had an impulsive urge to, and she glowered at Commander.
"Now then," Commander ejected the magazine, racked the slide twice to verify the pistol was empty, and set both pieces on the counter. He had no more bullets out. The empty ammo pack on the corner of the counter showed that he had planned out every bullet, perhaps even that last shot, in advance. "What's bothering you, Honey Badger?"
Her scowl did not waver as she glared up into his eyes. She hated how relaxed he was. She hated how assured and smooth he acted. She hated how damn handsome he was when he tilted that one eyebrow and eyed her quizzically, innocently, as if he wasn't the bastard that took that big-titted bimbo and fucked her senseless his fight night on-base!
"You," she growled.
"...me?" He frowned, maintaining his innocent act.
"Yes, you!" Her voice grew louder, anger spilling into her words. "You and your stupid arrival! You and your stupid smile, that stupid air of importance you've got about you…"
She shoved him angrily into the wall. He did not fly backwards like an ordinary staff member might, though he did stagger back and slam into the wall hard enough that his expression tightened. Betty hissed from her seat on the counter, reflecting Honey Badger's boiling displeasure.
The SMG did not take her hands off Commander, but grabbed his shirt by the buttons and yanked them apart. More than a couple buttons burst, scattering across the floor of the booth. She ignored them, and Commander's startled intake of breath. Her toughened fingers glided down his muscular chest, skating over his stomach, and latched onto his belt.
"Your stupid penis and your stupid human desire to breed!"
She nearly tore the leather belt in half, just barely managing to restrain herself before ruining the whole thing. The belt slid free and she roughly shoved his pants down, not bothering to unbutton his pants or worry about the zipper.
Commander's voice rang distantly in her ear, but she was already zoned in on her target. The source of her unbridled fury.
"Hone-"
"This stupid piece of meat!"
He was wearing underwear, of course. Simple grey boxer-briefs that did not do a great job hiding- ooooh wow, he was big. Way bigger than the dildos she and the other T-Dolls used. Not that she used big ones. Or any! She definitely didn't do that lewd stuff like some of the other girls!
"Honey Badger, what the hell a-nng!"
She wrapped her fingers around it, the soft fabric of the underwear making her fingers slide along its rapidly hardening length. The SMG's lips opened halfway, her breath caught in her artificial lungs as she studied his rapidly shifting length and girth. There were a few T-Dolls whose eyes would light up in hearts if they saw this thing. More than a few, actually.
"Hm?" Honey Badger scowled up at Commander. His mouth was pressed tightly closed, and his eyes fluttered as she began to ungently stroke his penis through his underwear. The pressure of her fingers complimented the fabric of his boxer-briefs, no doubt making the sensation extremely enjoyable for the crude and perverted Commander. "Do you like that, Commander?"
"Honey… what are you…"
It was almost cute how his expression pinched, a soft groan rising from his lungs. He gripped the counter with one hand, fighting to steady himself as the T-Doll began to alternate between stroking and squeezing.
"You're just a pervert that had sex with the first T-Doll to cross his path," Honey Badger admonished him. "Admit it!"
"I… haa… believe it or not… I don't go around… looking to have… sex…"
"Suuuure you don't. Clearly you hadn't half-stripped yourself in the booth just for me! Looking to seduce another innocent T-Doll and make her a conquest!"
His hips began to rock ever so slightly, pushing into her grip. Honey Badger smiled nastily. Grabbing his boxer-briefs by the band, she tugged them down to his knees, freeing his penis in its glory.
"Hooollly shit," Honey Badger cursed. She froze for a moment, her thought processes jumbling together at the monstrosity bobbing in the air.
"Haa… haa…" Commander grimaced and glared down at the kneeling T-Doll. "I was in here minding my own damn business, thank you very much. You barged in and started… this. You're hardly innocent."
"Spoken like a true pervert. It's never your fault," Honey Badger shot back. She reached up and grabbed his penis in both hands. There wasn't really any room left after both her hands were on it; stacked one hand on the other her grip went from the root of his penis to just under his flared glans. To her delight, Commander stiffened at the aggressive touch, falling silent now that she had her hands on such an obvious weak point.
"I bet you'd say Ithaca just 'barged into your room' and 'came onto you.' Well, it isn't going to work like that with me! Just because the Northern Hemispheres got a taste of this first doesn't mean I'm going to back down. Screw the old Commander, screw Ithaca, and screw you. I'm sick and tired of being the newcomer on base. I'm sick and tired of getting passed off from one base to the next! I'm going to make you want me so bad you can't help but keep me around!"
"What are-"
She darted forward and opened her mouth wide. The thick, foreign presence of his penis filled her mouth, sliding effortlessly inside her jaws. She did not bring it in very far, just enough that his glans brushed against her teeth and she felt the weight of it against her tongue. His taste was pungent. It was an earthy taste, a little salty from sweat but still faintly smelling like the generic soap every shower was supplied with.
Her throat closed up, nearly gagging from the intruding penis. Honey Badger forced herself to breathe in through her nostrils, her eyes narrowing as she listened to Commander's pleasured grunt. He liked this! Of course the pervert did. Damned pervert bastard! He probably volunteered for this position because he heard there were a bunch of pretty T-Dolls on base.
Her tongue wriggled against the underside of his penis, sliding back and forth, tracing the veins that ran along his length. While she entertained herself on his soft, spongy glans, she dropped one hand to his hip and held him against the wall. A savage glare was enough to warn him not to move. Her other hand began to stroke so very slowly up and down his exposed length.
"Honey Badger…" Commander fell silent, biting his tongue. His eyes closed and he thumped his head against the wall of the booth. Whether that was to try and clear his head or merely out of enjoyment, she was not sure. It fit her idea of the man that had had masochistic tendencies. All perverts did.
"Did Ithaca do this for you?" Honey Badger gasped, pulling her head back until his penis left her mouth with a slick pop. She desperately tried to hide her frantic breaths, nearly spitting up the saliva that tasted like his penis. It filled her mouth, overpowering any sense of taste and smell she had. In the small, cramped firing booth the scent had nowhere to go. She could smell it both internally and externally. It smelled… it smelled good.
"What Ithaca and I did was none of your busi-iihness…"
A gentle squeeze made him moan, and Honey Badger hurriedly put him back in her mouth. That was all the answer she needed. The busty tramp had probably just let him stick it in her. She was too stupid to think of anything else. Honey Badger would teach Commander all about real pleasure. She would make him fall for her, and she would snatch Commander right out of Ithaca's hands.
"Mm're shhoo 'iiggg" she mumbled, struggling to form words as she began to bob her head up and down. Rather than taking it directly in her mouth, she once again sucked on his glans, her teeth grazing against the shaft just beneath his deliciously flared head. It was almost like having a mushroom in her mouth. A mushroom she needed to be careful to avoid biting down on. A strange hunger built up in her belly as she pursed her lips, sucking the air out from her cheeks, letting her tongue dance across his penis until it found the narrow slit of his urethra.
"Sh-shit…" Commander was biting his tongue, struggling to contain his moans. "You T-Dolls are…"
"Are what?" Her eyebrow arched questioningly. Pausing mid-stroke, she closed her eyes and began rocking her head down, forward, up. The circular motion caused his penis to move in a pleasing manner, pressing against different parts of her mouth in turn, exciting her as it twitched and throbbed under her control.
"D-damn nymphs…" he panted. He reached out to grab her hair. She angrily grabbed his hand by the wrist and pinned it to the counter.
"Nh twwchen," she mumbled, not relinquishing her mouthful of penis. A fiery gleam settled in her eye, and she sank lower on her knees, bringing her head fully level with the root of his penis. Commander had a moment to catch his breath, then she loosened her jaws and pushed her head further down his length.
It was big. It was way too damn big! Tears stung her eyes when she was only about halfway to his pelvis. Her jaw ached from how wide she had it open. The mushroomy head pressed against her delicate throat, triggering her gag reflex. She choked, fingers digging violently into his hips, and hastily pulled herself back.
"Fwa… ugg…" The SMG spat messily on the floor. Her chest heaved for air, Wiping her mouth, she scowled up at Commander and dared him to say anything. "Don't you move, bastard!"
He obeyed. Rather, he did not have anywhere to go. Without realizing it, one of her hands had slid between his hips and had a firm grasp on his hot, round balls. A simple squeeze would bring him crashing down in agony. Commander realized that, and was watching her with silent, wary energy. She could see the tension in his arms, the cold logic running behind his eyes. What was he thinking, she wondered.
"I'm going to do this properly, so you won't ever forget it. Just… give me a minute."
Leaning back into his waist, she let her lips skate past the tip of his penis. Most of it was still dry, though there was a nice stickiness to the tip. She would have to make it all wet. That would make it easier to put it in her mouth.
Using her tongue and mouth, she peppered his length in sloppy wet kisses. The unpleasant taste wasn't all that unpleasant, she decided. Definitely not something she would want to taste on a regular basis, but for this one time… she could live with it. Her pulse quickened when Commander let out a groan. So he liked it when her teeth nipped right-
"Fuck!"
His penis twitched, leaping away from her. Honey Badger grinned wickedly and grabbed it with both hands, trapping it against her mouth. Renewing her onslaught, she sucked and kissed and licked up and down, thoroughly coating his penis in saliva. Commander endured it impatiently, groaning and appreciating her skill. It was clear in Honey Badger's mind that she had latched onto his critical location. For all his confidence and charm, he was extremely weak when it came to his penis.
Of course he was. He was a human, after all.
Drool spilled down her chin as she took him back in her mouth. His length was sufficiently wet now that she felt confident she could go further down. The scent of his musky body mingled with her spit, filling her nostrils with a dizzying aroma. Inch by inch, she forced herself down his penis. Down, then back up until her lips tightened on his glans. Down, then back up. Wet sounds resounded in the firing booth. She was glad it was sound-dampened. No one else needed to know what was going on in here.
Commander would be hers. That stupid slut Ithaca wouldn't get a leg up on her. No one would get a leg up on her! This asshole was going to keep her on base and not send her off like all the other assholes that thought she was 'not a team player,' or 'too aggressive.' Fuck each and every one of them.
It… this wasn't too bad, she thought idly. Her hands gripped his thighs, appreciating his muscular legs, and she began to bob her head back and forth more vigorously. It was… honestly kind of exciting. Not that she would ever admit it. But Commander's sweet moans dripped into her ears and filled her with a sense of pride. His breathing grew more ragged with each long stroke, his hips thrusting ever so slightly to match her rhythm. At this rate it wasn't going to be long before he released. Then she would have him right where she-
Commander cursed loudly, and his hands grabbed Honey Badger by the hair. He moved too fast for her to register, distracted as she was by watching her nose halt just teasingly out of reach of his stomach. She almost had him all the way! It was uncomfortable with this much of him in her mouth. His penis was pushing into her throat, and she struggled to maintain her composure as her airflow became blocked off. Then his hands tightened in her hair and he suddenly thrust forward with his hips. It wasn't the gentle, slight rocking that he had been doing, but a full-force hip thrust.
The SMG shrieked as his penis plowed into her throat. She was not ready for it, not prepared. Her throat tensed, whole body going stiff, and the tip of his penis slammed down her throat like a battering ram.
"Mm! Mmm! Mppph!"
Her small hands slapped against his hips, pushing so hard against his waist that his skin began to bruise. Commander's grip did not relent. If anything, his hands clenched down harder, curling through her short hair and dragging her face up and down without mercy. He did not give her enough time to breathe, much less gasp for air. The SMG flailed helplessly as he facefucked her until she became dizzy. Tears poured freely down her cheeks, blurring her vision, and her throat burned with each savage thrust.
"Mmph jjjwww! Sshhhp!"
Commander's whole body shivered, and he released a feral-sounding growl. His penis seemed to grow, pulsing in her mouth, and then a stream of hot, sticky fluid poured straight down her throat. She gagged, choking on the fluid, too panicked to swallow as spurt after spurt filled her throat until it felt like her neck would explode.
She hadn't even realized he pulled out until she found herself lying on the floor, slimy white fluid spewing from her lips. A sharp, burning pain scratched along her throat, and her lungs felt like they were on fire. Honey Badger tried to spit out a curse but her chest seized and she lurched forward, vomiting up more of the man's seed.
"Ba- blergh! Bastard!"
She tried to clamber to her feet, but her body staggered drunkenly. The only thing that kept her from faceplanting against the metal drawer under the counter was a pair of strong arms that wrapped around her shoulders and lifted her up.
"Easy there, Honey Badger. Easy…"
Commander sat down on the one chair in the booth, pulling her onto his lap as he did. She sank into his embrace, too dazed to fight him off, and winced as he ran a hand across her neck.
"Shit… sorry…" His fingers gently massaged her throat. She mewled at his touch, slapping weakly at his hands. "I got carried away."
"Ya- ya' think?" She coughed, twisting her head this way and that to try and escape his hand. She felt his penis rubbing against her butt when she moved. He seemed to be ignoring that, concentrating on her. A faint reflection off a metal wall piece showed genuine concern on his face as he inspected her.
The man fumbled with something, and then he pressed a water bottle to her lips. "Drink something. Slowly, not too fast."
Despite her anger, she snatched the bottle from his hand and began sipping at it. After one or two drinks she filled her mouth, swished it around to gather up his taste, then looked for a trash can.
"Here you go," he told her, dragging the can over. If she hadn't been so eager to spit she might have growled at how he seemingly knew what she was thinking. Practice, maybe? She could not imagine anyone actually liking the taste of human seed. It was salty, gross, and damn it but if it didn't cling to her tastebuds.
"Got any whiskey," she grumbled, furiously wiping her lips and tongue with an unused cleaning cloth.
"Just… the water."
Commander chuckled softly, enjoying some kind of inside joke. It did not seem aimed at her, so she ignored him. Little by little, she drank or spat out the entire bottle then handed it back to him.
"So, what the hell was that?"
His voice was not quite harsh, but certainly stern. Honey Badger flinched despite herself. His tone reminded her of the factory QA testers when they put her freshly-produced form through rigid trials. After every trial they broke down her performance to minutiae. She hated them.
"It… it was what you thought it was," the SMG admitted, petulantly glaring across the booth. Betty was eyeing her judgmentally, having not moved from her perch on the counter. Somehow she had found a granola bar, likely brought in by Commander, and alternated between nibbling on the bar and shooting her little glares.
"What does that even mean?" He had let his hands fall to his sides, dangling in the air. The T-Doll had not moved from his lap. Her tight little butt pressed against his naked waist, and that damned penis of his lay hotly against her inner thigh, lifting up her short skirt like she was a fut- one of those things. The thought made her blush, and she turned her head up and away from the sight.
"It's… well, Ithaca had sex with you so she could go on missions, didn't she?"
"No. She did not." His chest tensed, drawing in a sharp breath. For some reason she did not understand, Honey Badger leaned back into him, and closed her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat. It was… elevated, though slowing down. Normally it would be speeding up if he was lying. "That is to say, she had planned on that. It was a stupid plan, and I talked her out of it."
"But you still had sex with her," Honey Badger countered. She peered up at him, eyes narrowed accusingly. From her spot with her head resting in the crook of his neck all she could see was his chin and ear. The man had a strong jawline, she had to give him that. His body was a little too muscular to be considered very comfortable, but it wasn't terrible.
Rather than answer her accusation directly, he shifted the focus of the conversation. "I got the sense that you two consider yourselves rivals. But it sounds like you went out on plenty of missions, judging by your career file."
"You read that?"
"I'm reading through as many as I can."
"How many so far?"
"... three."
"Three?" She did the math. He had only gotten here yesterday, and Ithaca had kept him busy on tour the entire afternoon and evening. This morning he had an orientation class and then went to the training grounds. How in hell had he managed to even read that many?
"I read Ithaca's before arriving on base. The other two I read during breakfast."
"You must be a speedreader."
"I am adept at multitasking." He shrugged, and her head bobbed in time to the movement. It was… comforting, though she hated herself for thinking that. "Ithaca and you… consider yourselves outcasts, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"Five transfer postings in three years with Griffin & Kryuger. Always at the Commander's request, not yours. Citing failure to adhere to chain of command, unresolvable personnel disputes, and… petty theft."
"I don't steal people's food!" She glowered up at him. Realizing that he could not see her, she settled with swinging her feet so that her boots smacked into his shins.
"...sure?" His confusion was almost amusing. Belatedly, she realized that the citations likely had not listed anything specific. "Look, the point is, I will offer you the same chance I offered Ithaca. I don't deal in sexual favors. If you want a spot on the away teams, earn it. If you have an issue with the chain of command, talk to me. I can't promise you will get your way, but my door will be open."
"Uh-huh." She nodded along, not quite believing him. After all, many Commanders had promised her that. They were all smiles and handshakes in the beginning. Until they had their first argument, then it was 'shut up and do what I say or else!'
"Can you promise me something?"
Honey Badger scowled. This was it. This was what she was expecting.
"What?"
"...can you get off me? I'm feeling a little uncomfortable talking to you as your Commander while my dick's between your thighs."
"Ah!"
The SMG scrambled off of him, her face flushing with embarrassment. Snatching up the cleaning cloth, she scrubbed the sticky remnant of saliva from her skin and hurled it into the can. "Ew, gross!"
"...sorry." He sheepishly slipped his pants back up. Honey Badger could not help but stare, her eyes wide when she got a better look at the thing he had fucked her face with. No wonder her jaw ached!
A thought occurred to her, and she could not help but voice the question.
"Out of curiosity, Commander, whose files have you read?"
"Ithaca's, naturally. DSR-50 and yourself."
"Ithaca… DSR-50… what!" Honey Badger's eyes widened, and she felt a furious blush explode across her face. "Yo- you had sex with both of them? That isn't a rumor that you and DSR-50..."
To her surprise, Commander blushed as well, though he appeared less ashamed and more guilty. "I thought I should find out more about her, after the event at the hotel."
"Then- then you looked into me? Does that mean… you!"
"What?" He stared at her, his confusion mounting.
"You pervert!" Honey Badger slapped him in the face. "You seduced DSR and Ithaca, and you were going to seduce me next! I played right into your hands, you lecherous asshole!"
Commander raised his arms, defending himself with an indignant yelp as she slapped furiously at him. Even Betty leapt into the attack, slamming into his side with a furious, but also confused hiss. Her scrabbling claws pawed at Commander, and her teeth hooked on his belt before her weighty body dragged downwards, taking his pants back down with her.
"Pervert! Enemy of all T-Dolls! Swine!"
"Hey! Stop that! Honey Badger! Hey!"
She halted suddenly, arms freezing mid-strike, gaping down at his fully erect penis. Commander grimaced. Taking the opportunity, he grabbed her wrists and gave her a light push. Once he was certain she would not immediately start swinging again, he crouched down and grabbed at his pants. Betty growled up at him, refusing to let go.
"I... damn it, you stupid animal! I had no intention of doing anything to you, Honey Badger. You're just the only other T-Doll I've had a real interaction with, brief as it was. I figured I would start with the ones I've met and work my way out from there."
"Y- you mean you were planning on sexing your way through all of us?"
"No! No, fuck no!" He gazed at her in shock. The sight of the fully grown Commander struggling to get his pants back from an overweight badger made him look more than a little silly. "What is with you T-Dolls? Is sex all you think about?"
"You're the one whose seducing and corrupting our innocent bodies!"
"Just- no!" He waved his hand back and forth. "No, no, no. I had not intention of fucking any of you when I took on this freaky job. DSR-50 happened because she came onto me like an escort, so I said why not? Ithaca came onto me after I turned her down. Now you're kicking down a damn door and blowing me. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you all. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm flattered to have a bunch of incredibly attractive women throw themselves at me, but this kind of luck always comes back around and I don't want to be the epicenter of whatever karmic shitstorm is brewing."
Honey Badger stared at Commander, her expression slack. Grumbling furiously, he finally gave up on trying to recover his pants and shoved two fingers between Betty's jaws. She was latched on fiercely, but trained well enough that she reluctantly opened her jaws to avoid hurting him. In that split second where the pressure eased off Commander snatched back his pants and pulled them up.
"Heh… heehee…" Her shoulders shook. The sight of the tough-looking and serious Commander flailing about against a small animal was too entertaining. Her chuckles evolved into giggling, then finally into a hearty laugh as she pointed an accusing finger at him and covered her own mouth. She did not want to be too loud, but the opportunity to laugh at and humiliate Commander gave her a much stronger bargaining chip than she had planned on.
After all, what was a blowjob compared to him looking like an idiot? She should have been recording this. No, that could be bad. She would get in trouble if there were recordings. At least she had a spotless memory recorder. This was a scene she was sure she would be replaying for some time.
"What's so funny," Commander growled. His expression did not exude irritation, however, but a confused state that left him unbalanced. That kind of state she could exploit, and the SMG quickly shifted her attention towards analyzing a proper way to take advantage of him. It was not that she mistrusted him and his promises. She mistrusted any human as much as another. But his sweet talking about 'fairness' and 'giving everyone a chance' was bull. It always was. Once the Commander got settled into his new command he would start picking favorites, and those that didn't satisfy his preconceived biases were pushed off into ignominy.
That would not be her. Not again.
No more being escorted off base while her comrades looked on in sympathy. No more hyena-faced assholes telling her that she was a great T-Doll, but just didn't belong at his base. She would force this Commander to want her. It did not matter whether he actually applied a fair hand to the base; Honey Badger would make him crave her, need her.
"Don't you dare zip that up," she said, wiping the mirth from her face. Her pointing hand lowered, and she stepped closer until her fingers brushed against the bulge in his underwear. His fly lay open, zipper pinched between his thumb and finger. Commander's expression hardened but he made no move to continue.
He was not hard any more. At least, he wasn't fully hard. The SMG let her gaze wander across what little of his bulge she could see, hidden as it was behind his underwear and pants. Even partially soft, he was larger than she expected. Base Oberon was quite advanced and luxurious compared to some of the places where she had been stationed before. More than a few outposts, and even some older bases, only had communal showers, and she had seen her fair share of human penises before. None were as big as this, though the humans stubbornly insisted that the combination of water and cold shrank them.
"You aren't serious," he grumbled.
Despite his protest, his obscuring hand fell away and he leaned back against the counter. Honey Badger's tongue rubbed against her upper lip, making a sultry smacking sound. Not bothering to ask permission, she reached forward that half-step and wrapped her fingers around the elastic band of his underwear. A simple tug freed his penis. It looked almost like a worm, dangling limply from his waist. Her belly began to heat up again, twisting and unclenching as if she was coming down with some kind of sickness.
Somehow, she knew that sickly feeling had a cure that was just out of her reach.
"Look at this," she growled. Two fingers traveled along his length, applying just enough pressure that he stiffened, in more ways than one. A soft coo slipped from her lips, a mischievous grin rising at the sight of his penis swelling, growing harder. "And here you are, not even five minutes after abusing your precious T-Doll companion and you're already bringing that monster back."
Forcing a disgusted grimace on her face, the T-Doll hid her growing excitement and decided to tease Commander a little more. He was surprisingly vulnerable to that. She would have a lot of fun at his expense in the future. If this was any indicator of how hopelessly animalistic Commander was, she would have him eating out of her hand in mere days. Then he wouldn't just be the Commander, but her Commander. Hm… a Commander at her beck and call. She could take advantage of that. It would be really nice to-
His hand clamped down on her arm, startling her. When Honey Badger glanced up, any thought of establishing dominance drained away. There was a fierce, predatory look in Commander's eyes that filled her with the overwhelming, unmistakable sense of fear. That somehow she had turned into a little rabbit, and the killer hawk not only had her in its sights, but was already diving down towards her with its razor-sharp claws outstretched.
"Com-"
The savage twist of her arm caught her by surprise, making her cry out in shock. It did not hurt; though Commander was surprisingly strong he wasn't on the level of a T-Doll. Had he sought to hurt her then the automated reaction system would have kicked in and sent him stumbling backwards. Instead, she buckled and twisted, her shoulder dropping as he wrenched her arm back and up behind her, drawing her into his chest and pinning her in place.
Commander's head lunged down, and she in her startled state lacked the processing power to dodge. The result was that his face crashed into hers, and his lips claimed her lips in a sudden, violent kiss.
"Mm!"
She could taste his sweat from earlier in the day. His tongue forced itself into her mouth, causing her to bite down accidentally, just hard enough he pulled back and glared at her.
"C- Commander!" The SMG's breath left her in a blast. She sagged against his chest, her strength temporarily scrambled.
"Well, did you want me or didn't you?" His voice came out dark and intimidating. She could not deny her stomach did a little flip when his cold eyes pierced through her. He was.. The man's aura was intoxicating. She hadn't realized she was panting, or that her lip trembled until his free hand grazed against her jaw.
"I… I just wanted…"
"To get one over on me?" Genuine anger flickered across his face. Honey Badger lowered her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of that look. "Let's get something straight, Honey Badger. I am a man. You are a T-Doll. My briefing packet told me that you ladies aren't human. You're just exceptionally programmed artificial intelligences in humanoid bodies. They programmed you to fight, to think, to act like humans, but you aren't. Some people warned me that I shouldn't treat you like real people, but like those simple service droids that clean the streets or toast bread.
"Since arriving I've been advanced on by three of you, each for her own reasons, but each as aggressively as a paid woman. I won't lie: my impression of you T-Dolls has been pretty damn warped because of it. So I want you to clarify something with me right here, right now. Are you doing this because you want to, or because you're programmed to?"
Honey Badger blushed and lowered her head. There wasn't a good place to put it, so she rested her forehead against his chest and used the warmth of his body to steady her thoughts. She was- she was frazzled, and she did not want to admit it. That quick, surprise kiss had stunned her, and now she was pressed against him, one arm wrapped around her back like she was Commander's lover. His other hand remained on her neck, holding her but not preventing her from moving.
The man had a strong, comforting grip. Damn it! She kind of liked being in his arms like this. It made her feel safe. His word sounded a little truer, his intentions a little nobler, when he held her against him. Commander did not strike her as a soft, caring man. He had a possessiveness about him, a jealousy that she sensed immediately on seeing Ithaca earlier in the day. That tramp had scurried back to her room in last night's outfit, and just happened to cross Honey Badger's path when Commander was still in line of sight. His gaze had lingered on the Shotgun's back, and that look made her seethe with… with what, she was not sure. But she hadn't liked it one bit, and the SMG resolved to make the Commander stop looking at Ithaca like that, or turn that attention to Honey Badger herself.
"Which is it?"
He growled the question, but his grip on her eased. The hands on her arm and neck did not quite let her go, but they allowed for a little leeway, and she craned her head back up to meet his eyes.
"I… I wanted to…" she murmured, throat suddenly very dry.
His hands released her, gliding across her body until they rested on her thin shoulders. Commander's gaze softened, the hard emotions dissipating into a calm mask.
"It's hard," he admitted, "trying to figure out what you T-Dolls are. You look, sound and act just like real women. When a woman of your looks comes onto me… it's too tempting to take advantage of that. That's why I slept with DSR. And that's also why I slept with Ithaca. Self-control… well, I have a decided weakness against the fairer sex."
She blanched, her cheeks heating up unreasonably at the innocuous term. He didn't mean sex as in… sex, but rather to identify the gender. That was an innocent, simple word. Nothing to get worked up over.
"Well… um… just because I'm a T-Doll doesn't mean I have my own desires." Her nose scrunched up.
"You desire me?"
"Y- you?" Honey Badger inhaled so sharply she almost choked. "Don't be- that's ridiculous, Commander! Who would want a man like you? Just because you're tall and handsome and decent with a gun and have that stupid smirk you're showing right now becauseyouknowitirritatesmeheywhyareyouleaninginlikethat-"
His lips pressed against her, pushing insistently even as she tried to back away. The pressure on her shoulders tightened to hold her in place. A squeak tried to push itself free of her lungs, but it melted in the heat of their mouths. His hot breath spread through her, seeping into her nostrils, filling her throat with a pleasant wetness. She moaned into his lips, meekly allowing his tongue into her mouth, surrendering control within moments of his attack. Her weak defense would have been mocked ruthlessly by the others. A slight tingle in the back of her mind told her that Ithaca had likely held out against this kiss, and Honey Badger was a complete pushover for giving up so easily.
A small fire ignited inside her, weak as a lighter against his overpowering darkness. She whimpered, lips shifting against his, chest tightening as she forgot to try and breathe. His hands had not moved from her shoulders but she felt as if he had locked her in place with chains. All she could think about was his tongue moving this way and that in her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips until they were bruised and swollen, and his breath spilling against her face.
"Pahhhh…"
Commander pulled back ever so slightly, breaking their kiss, and Honey Badger gazed dumbly up at him. She was aware she was panting. Her shoulders shivered with each breath and she had a slack-jawed expression stapled on her face. She could have tried to walk away if she wanted to, but her feet remained in place. Slowly, subtly, Commander loomed over her, and his shadow seemed to engulf the light in the booth as he pressed closer against her.
"Co...mman...der…"
Her tongue hung loose on her lips, and he captured it between his teeth. A second kiss filled her head with numbing pleasure, washing her thoughts into sleep mode, overwhelming her tactile sensation with that addictive taste of human. Another soft groan wheezed from her throat. Lifting her hands between them, Honey Badger grasped both sides of his jaw and pulled him in deeper.
They remained like that for one full minute, according to her internal clock. The T-Doll did not pull back or push closer. Content to remain just where she was, she savored his kiss and wiggled her tongue in his teeth, her last shred of awareness devoted to the ticklish sensation on her tongue.
Strong fingers crept in towards her neck, then dragged her jacket's zipper open. Her chest tingled at the ghostly touch of the A/C, translated into a muffled sigh that eased out from the corner of her mouth. Commander's lips curled, grinning in the midst of their liplock. That wandering hand crept back up her chest, tapping a rhythmless pattern across her bare skin, circumventing the bikini top she wore in place of a bra, and roamed back to her shoulder, sliding under the soft liner of her jacket. His touch warmed her skin, spilled a very human heat into her, something that she found both satisfying and… arousing.
Shock sparked through her body when she realized that her thighs had become wet. She was… because of him? That was- what was impossible! How could she stoop so low as to find a mere human like him so… so… soaaaaaaaah…
Fuck it. His kisses were delicious. His body was so damn tasty.
A sudden jerk took her by surprise as Commander yanked her jacket down to her waist, taking both her arms with it. She found herself trapped, her arms at her sides and caught in her bunched sleeves, but she did not fight it. She did not want to fight it. She just wanted him to kiss her again, and she mewled in disappointment when Commander gripped her by her upper arms and pushed her to arm's length.
The predatory gleam in his eyes sent a cold shiver racing up her spine. She shuddered, but not because of that. No, she shuddered at the saliva leaking from her mouth, at the excessive heat blossoming in her mouth and belly and… down there. The intensity of his gaze was just a cherry on top of the way he was making her feel. Stripping her with his eyes, crawling across her body with a lustful desire that she had seen once before in a different Commander's eyes. That pig she had kicked in the balls and left writhing in agony on the floor of his office. This Commander… she let out a little groan and lunged forward, trying to catch him by surprise.
Her half-hearted lunge only served to put her off-balance when Commander slipped his hands onto her hips and lifted. Picking her up with far too much ease, the human officer carried her backwards until her back struck the wall with enough force she gasped. That gasp turned into a moan, then a breathy cry as his mouth descended on her neck. His kisses peppered her tender skin, biting and sucking until she was sure there would be bruises. Her artificial heart hammered in her throat, so furious that she began to grow dizzy.
"Mwaaa… Commander… isn't…. faaaair…"
Their hands groped against each other, fighting blindly to tear her arms free of the constricting sleeves of her jacket. His hands were much bigger than hers. They made her feel tiny and vulnerable, and she hated that, but damn it if she didn't enjoy how his fingers wrapped over her and forced her hands into little fists. The ease with which he moved her body about filled her veins with a liquid fire. Before now the only times she had been manhandled were in training sessions, and those were hardly sensual and enjoyable. But this was different. This was something she enjoyed wholeheartedly, even as her jacket was casually tossed to the side, landing atop an indignantly hissing Betty.
"B-! Betty! Betty's rig-aaaahhh… Commander she's… gawdammit…"
Ignoring her panicked cries, Commander ran his hands over her nearly nude torso. Her tender breasts ached under his groping fingers. There was nothing gentle about his touch. It was voracious, as if Commander was a beast and Honey Badger had prodded him too much, too far. This was her punishment, and she could only stand there and take it.
His fingers slipped under her top, enveloping her small nipples and rubbing over them with his coarse palm. Little jolts of pleasure leapt through her breasts, and Honey Badger moaned even louder when he shifted his hands and began to pinch and tug on her nipples. Her chest was not terribly large, quite a few sizes smaller than Ithaca's, which was something the Shotgun reminded her of every time they met. But it was sensitive, and Commander's caresses filled her with so much pleasure she started drooling. Between his kisses on her neck and those battle-hardened hands playing with her breasts she felt the servo-melting heat building stronger and stronger in her core.
Her eyelids fluttered, and a very unladylike noise burst from her lungs when Commander's penis suddenly slid between her thighs. It wasn't like before, where she was sitting on him and it happened to be there. This was intentional. This was… dangerously close to sliding inside her.
"Commander! Wha- what are you doing?"
"Nothing, yet," he muttered, trailing his kisses up until he captured her lips in another mind-searing kiss.
Honey Badger drew in every bit of her willpower to resist the indulgent desire to submerge herself in his embrace. She called upon her memories of the shitty Commanders she had dealt with in the past, she called upon her hatred of Ithaca's damn rockets… anything that could give her the fortitude to push him off and catch her breath.
She failed miserably.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her body tighter against his, and she pushed her tongue against his. They kissed loudly, lewdly, her rational thoughts slipping away in a silent patter of falling droplets.
"...mander… I- I want yo-hhhuuu!"
Sturdy hands grabbed her hips and lifted her into the air. The T-Doll yelped, and she nearly let go in a blind panic. Pressed against the wall with nowhere to run, she could only gaze wide-eyed into his devilish grin as he pushed her legs up until she was nearly bent in half. Her feet hung near level with her own head, and her thighs started to burn from the effort of holding that pose. Only the fact that he had her squished against the wall held her in place.
"I want you too," he murmured, bringing his lips back to hers. She melted in his arms, not hesitating or fighting in the slightest when his fingers ripped the button of her shorts undone and dragged both her shorts and her bikini bottoms up to her knees. The position left her utterly defenseless and exposed. His penis rested comfortably between her naked buttcheeks, almost like it was a pole she could rest her whole weight on.
"Insshide…"
Commander's head twitched backwards, withdrawing from their kiss. One of his hands snuck away from her hip and she felt his penis suddenly press against her aching mound. That simple touch sent a rush of fire through her limbs. Honey Badger moaned piteously, her head lunding forward to try and catch his.
"Say it," Commander teased, easily pulling his head back and out of her reach. Lust burned in his eyes, but he had greater control than she did. Cheeks burning, Honey Badger lowered her gaze to his chest.
"I… I want your p- penis… inside me."
The human chuckled. She sensed that she had said something wrong, or at least he found her words amusing. It wasn't fair that he humiliate her like this! She had been trying to humiliate him. But- things just hadn't turned out like she expected. Her hips rocked slightly, pressing against his penis in hopes she could force it in herself. Entertained by her pitiful state, Commander adjusted his grip on her and pinned her hips to the wall.
"Cock," he whispered.
"Hm?"
"It's not a penis… it's a cock."
"I… I want your cock inside me!"
"Good girl."
His lips pressed against her forehead, and his hips thr-
"Aaaah!"
The SMG's muted cry rang through the booth. Her nails dug into his bare back, scratching at his skin, and he threw up a hand to cover her mouth before her cry became too loud or noticeable. Her whole body shivered wildly, straining to pull herself up against him and away from the thick thing he had just put inside her.
"Toobigtoobig! Takeitout!"
Her cries were muffled by his hand, but he heard her and obeyed. As quickly as he had entered her, he pulled back out and left her panting, trembling for breath as she desperately sucked in air.
Hoooooooly shit…
Ithaca had taken this monster inside her! What freakish lady parts did she have down under?
"Nnn…"
"Was that too much?"
His voice carried genuine concern. The T-Doll grimaced, loathing herself for being so weak. She shouldn't be the one showing vulnerability in front of a human. It was supposed to be the other way around. She was supposed to protect him! She was supposed to be stronger than him.
"S- slower." Her breathing gradually calmed down. His p- cock had returned, nestled into the lips of her womanhood, and Commander made almost casual little thrusts against it. The soothing warmth of his hands crawling around her back filled her with courage. He locked his hands around her, securing her so tightly she may as well have been bent entirely in half. Her calves rubbed against his shoulders and her hip had shifted forwards, leaving only her shoulders against the wall as he rocked their bodies in a pleasant manner.
"I can do slower," he promised.
And he did. Too slowly, painfully slowly, he pushed himself inside her. Honey Badger's inner walls tightened instinctively, squeezing together to force out the intruder, clamping down with desperation as his thick cock forced its way inside. It felt like trying to load a 7.62 into a 5.56 chamber. She knew how small she was, and how big he was. It made sense that their genitals were similarly scaled. She could feel the burn all the way from her vaginal muscles to the skin around her labia as her body stretched to accommodate him.
"Nhh… gentler…"
His head turned left and right, planting kisses on her stockings-clad ankles. Absently, she realized she should have taken those off. How wonderful would it feel if he kissed her bare feet like that? The thought distracted her just a little from the pain in her belly, and she even started to relax a little.
"That's a… good girl," Commander grunted. He finally stopped pushing inside her, and spent a few seconds breathing in deeply. There was no denying his aroused, agitated state. A few beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his eyes shone with a hunger that made Honey Badger feel terribly small and weak.
"Is… it all the way in?"
A twinkle danced across his eyes, and Honey Badger took that as a bad sign. Her breath hitched when he started to ease himself out. Inch by agonizing inch, he withdrew until only his head remained just inside her tunnel.
"That wasn't bad," he admitted. "Most of it, at least."
"Ther- more?" The SMG nearly shrieked in disbelief. Only the last-second reminder that they were in a booth caused her to bite her lip and silence her own cry.
"I'll be as gentle as I can," he promised her.
Commander began to thrust into her in long, smooth strokes. Each one dug into her, setting her belly on fire. She whimpered in pain, clinging to him and drawing blood under her nails. Pain receptors were something she had never been fond of. They slowed her down, clashed with her desire to see missions through to the end. If she had the ability to turn them off, she would have in a microsecond.
Despite that, she found that she enjoyed this pain. It was less a warning and more a symbol, a confirmation that she and Commander were connected. More than the uncomfortable feeling of being stuffed like a turkey at Thanksgiving, more than the hot sliminess of his blood under her nails. This pain was something only he could give her.
So she did not voice a complaint as his hips rolled into her again and again, impaling her on his cock in a steadily increasing rhythm. Sometimes he only went a little bit into her, other times he speared inside her as if he was trying to impale her core on his cock. Each thrust was different, but timed to last the same as any other.
"Comm- Commander!"
Her lips pursed in aggravation when his head remained out of her reach. In this position she could barely even reach his chest, and she had to settle with bringing a hand back to bite her knuckles to silence her moans. Commander himself made no move to help her, but had given himself over to the pleasure of her body. His face tightened, expression growing serious, and he began to make little muted grunts of effort as his hips grew bolder, and his thrusts grew more forceful.
After a few minutes it wasn't quite as painful as before. Honey Badger gradually noticed the difference, awaking to the new sensation in her belly like a child opening its eyes for the first time. Rather than pain, her body began to register an intense, numbing pleasure. It spread outwards from her inner walls, flooding her nerves, making her muscles spasm.
"Ahh… haaa… Haawwt… I feeeell…"
"I think… haa… I'm really gonna… haa… like it here," Commander grunted, straining to hide his own strain. Honey Badger managed a smirk at the sight of her Commander desperately trying to hold himself back.
"Comman… only miiiine…"
"Really, now?"
Commander suddenly stopped thrusting into her, leaving his cock buried halfway inside her. The T-Doll shuddered, feeling a sudden aggression rising from the man. For a split second she worried she had said something wrong. Honey Badger whined and rocked her hips, frantically trying to recover the wonderful feeling of his cock moving inside her.
"So you want to steal me all for yourself." His mouth twisted in a grim smile.
"It'sha… was gonna make you mine," the T-Doll stammered.
Commander's grip on her tightened, squeezing her even harder to his chest. The T-Doll groaned as her burning leg muscles cried out from the strain of the position.
"How about a competition, then?" His words came out calmly, though laced with excitement. "Whoever cums first has to submit to the other?"
Her mind whirled at the possibility. While his cock inside her felt amazing, it wasn't like she was about to lose it. The sexual high she was riding could go on for a while before it caused her to orgasm. Having tested her limits a few times, she knew she could hold on for a while. And she had already seen how easily she had made him cum with just her mouth. Even now she could feel it throbbing inside her, aching for release.
"First one to cum," she agreed before taking a deep, calming breath. This would be easy enough. Although she had royally bungled the initial attempt, Commander was giving her the victory on a silver platter.
"Agreed," Commander muttered. A strange glint came over his eyes, and his expression grew even more serious. Any hint of strain of exhaustion vanished. The SMG had all of half a second to process the shift in his mood.
Mere seconds later she was screaming in ecstasy, her whole body slamming into the booth's wall as he pistoned into her in a merciless rapid-fire pounding. It was on a whole other level from earlier. He had truly been extra-gentle with her before. This wasn't gentle. This was domineering, violent, insane.
"Ah! Ah! Shhiiiii- AH! Holy- faaawwwk! Ahh! Ins- deeeeeep!"
He was splitting her in goddamn half!
"How? Fuccck!"
Each thrust of his cock lit her insides on fire with the searing friction of his girth. She felt his broad head batter against the entrance to her artificial womb, a useless and absolutely unnecessary addition to T-Doll bodies save that there were way too damn many nerves bundled up there.
"Staaaahp! Holy shiiiiit! Breaaaak! Time! Timeout!"
Commander either didn't hear her, or didn't care. Burying his face in her hair, he let out a savage growl and rose up on his toes, lifting her just a little further into the air and tipping her ass up just a little more. The subtle shift in position was like a whole new world, and his cock was suddenly slamming against her womb with ease.
"Hnnnggg! Cwwmmdddrrr!"
Tears flowed down her eyes, her circuits shorting out as near-constant waves of euphoria crashed through her system. Her legs burned, her fingers ached, her whole lower half was on excruciating fire.
She could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of her, forcing her muscles to stretch unnaturally, dragging against the hyper-realistic pleats of her flesh, stroking that spot and that spot with each pass. Her head began to shake, eyes clamping shut as the crashing waves spilled into her core, flooding her entire nervous system in an unstoppable ecstasy.
Honey Badger orgasmed, and she orgasmed hard. An electric shock leapt through her limbs, locking them in place as her processing chips overloaded from the catastrophic input. Even her vision froze, eyes stuttering into a glitchy, fragmented mess of blurry screenshots. Her torso shivered again and again, muscles spasming wildly, all sense of control abandoned as every synapse fired off in its own direction.
What little mental capacity she had registered a sudden rush of heat in her belly, a scorching-hot liquid shooting inside her artificial womb. Commander's ragged breath screeched into a static-filled wash against her ears. The disharmonic notes combined with the novel sensation of being cum inside and triggered a second, less powerful orgasm that tripped her emergency protocols and sent her whole body into instant shutdown to purge and reboot her system.
Commander groaned and leaned into her suddenly still body, his panting breath unheard as her core began scanning her physical body for damage. His cock remained buried inside her, partially because he lacked the energy to pull back out of her, but also because when she shut down her muscles were all compressed mid-orgasm, and the suffocating tightness threatened to skin his dick off if he tried to retreat. In order to back out he needed to soften, which normally wouldn't be an issue save that the incredible grip of her vagina mercilessly clenched around his dick.
"Fuuuuuck…"
His loud, exhausted exhale poured out with the finality of a soul drifting out of its broken body. Stumbling backwards, he carried the T-Doll back to the booth's lone chair and crashed down into it, nearly upending them both in the process. His vision wavered, dizziness knocking his sense of balance askew, tiredness setting his arms and legs into cramps.
Three powerful, exhausting sex sessions in less than 24 hours. Even if his damned dick was up for it, he wasn't. At least, not like this he wasn't. He needed sleep, food, and most importantly water to recover his stamina. And… shit, it was only 13:46.
Ordinarily the sex he had with Ithaca and now Honey Badger wouldn't have been that big a deal. But six straight hours of sex with DSR had taken more out of him than he had first thought. After all, it had been a long time since he had a partner that durable.
His gaze drifted down, locking onto Honey Badger. The T-Doll's face had been twisted in that ahegao expression at the moment of her shutdown. It was… eerie seeing it stuck like that, with her eyes rolled up and her tongue stuck out in ecstasy. She was a tough kid, he decided. Though, kid wasn't really the right term for it.
For now, he needed to get them both cleaned up and-
Her ankles had locked together behind his head. He tried to pry them apart, but they were stuck fast, motors refusing to budge. Her smooth calves tucked against his throat on both sides, too close for him to try and slide out from under her. With his dick still lodged inside her vagina and her ankles pinning him in place, he was truly stuck.
"Gotta be kidding me," he muttered, leaning back in the chair and pondering his predicament. Glancing about the booth, he looked for something that could help him out. Predictably, nothing showed.
Honey Badger's jacket shifted to his left. A very indignant snout peered out, and Betty glared up at him as if to confirm that their indiscretions were over.
"A little help," he asked, not expecting anything in return.
Betty huffed and leapt down from the counter. Rather than try and help, she started nosing about in his satchel, seeking out another granola bar.
"No? That's fine. I didn't need your help anyways. Just gotta wait for her to finish… fuck it, rebooting or something?" He sighed wearily and resigned himself to a boring few minutes. Not that he particularly minded having to sit there with his dick buried in a beautiful woman. He idly brought a hand up and brushed the loose hair from her face. She was a gorgeous thing; all the T-Dolls were.
He would have to step up his game if he wanted to keep up with these voracious ladies. A tingling in the base of his spine warned him that this was only the tip of the iceberg. The real question was what to do about DSR and Ithaca at the moment. DSR he felt bad for; that had been a whole cluster of mistakes that snowballed into what had no doubt been an utterly humiliating event for the T-Doll. Her file described her as a proud woman… doll… and immensely confident. That confidence and pride had been shredded by him. Then, after that traumatizing event she had walked into him with Ithaca. He did not need a psychologist to explain the shitshow that he had forced on her brain.
Ithaca was… would likely be easier to work with. She was honestly fun to be around, and struck him as a hard worker. Their tryst had been unmistakably consensual, but he could see that Shotgun developing more into a friends-with-benefits relationship than something deeper.
But he had no idea what to do about Honey Badger, here. The SMG wanted him for herself, or at least claimed as much. That possessiveness could be a problem. He doubted she would get hung up on the idea, however. More than likely her intent was as simple as she insinuated; her rivalry with Ithaca had centered on him, and now that she had also experienced him she would likely back off on the possessiveness.
Still, he hoped Kalina wouldn't find out about this. The human logistics officer was already rather furious at him. The last thing he needed was to dig a deeper hole for himse-
The door to the booth slid open with a hiss.
"Hey Commander, I- GODDAMN IT! YOU FUCKING MANSLUT!"
