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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Raiding the Raiders\n\nBy: Red Rocktober\n\nThe three women waited, lying silently in the tall grass just over the hill from an encampment of raiders they had been tracking for a week. Matilda wanted to swoop in and take them out, but the older two had overruled her. Despite being mostly functional, she was in no shape to deal with them on her own. Besides, the brand just above her cunt marked her as Valentine's property, so she was inclined to obey their order of patience. They were waiting until sunset, when the light would be from behind them and in the raiders' eyes, hiding their approach. Marry handed the bit of glass wedged in a piece of conduit they were using as a simple telescope to Val.\n\n``I count between 15 and 20,'' Marry said.\n\n``They don't seem like they're that heavily armed,'' Val replied, the curved glass augmenting her own lenses so she could see down to the detail of the metal slivers and chipped plastic the raiders had on for knives or spears.\n\n``Nope,'' said Marry, a wicked grin on the mega-Lopunny's face.\n\nThe three fell back into silence, waiting for the moment to strike. Matilda was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, putting pressure against her clit. The anticipation was turning her on, it always made her horny to watch her mother work. As the sun finally started to set, its rays setting the evening sky ablaze with crimson fading to blue, Marry and Val returned to quietly deciding their final plans.\n\n``You're incredible one on one, Val, I'll never deny that. But once I'm through that door,'' Marry said, waving a hand towards the heavy metal sheet barring the way into the big plastic cooler that the raiders had converted into their base, ``it'll be the rest of their crew all at once.''\n\nValentine frowned, unwilling to concede that it made better tactical sense for Marry to enter alone. Not to mention she didn't want the other woman to have all the fun.\n\n``Let me take the guards,'' she replied, her magenta irises flashing with bloodlust. ``I can sneak up and have them out of commission before they call for help.''\n\nMarry considered the Gardevoir's suggestion for a moment.\n\n``I caught both of you unawares, did I not?'' Val continued, bobbing her head side to side a bit, sass creeping into her voice.\n\nMarry and Matilda both moaned, remembering how Val had indeed managed to sneak up on both of them, and the wild times that followed.\n\nMarry nodded.\n\n``No one's come in or out for a few minutes, I suspect they're settling in for the night. Pick your moment and I'll be right behind you.''\n\nVal's only response was to pull an arrow out of her quiver, placing the notched sewing needle against the string of her bow. Pulling her feet up under her the Gardevoir moved into a crouch, her movements careful and barely making a sound. There was only the quietest rustling of grass, accompanied by soft creaking of her leather outfit stretching and moving with her body. Once they'd found the raider's base, the trio had spent several days preparing, working on their wiring and oiling up their joints. At least, Marry and Valentine had. Though Matilda was more or less reassembled how she should be, all her parts in the right places, they hadn't been overly careful with welding or when screwing plastic plates back down. She clanked and clattered, her movements jittery and uncoordinated. She would not be going in for the raid, but Val's servomotors were inaudible.\n\nSquinting and looking back over her shoulder, she decided it was time. Without saying anything the busty Gardie launched forward into a run, staying low and keeping the sun at her back. The two dolls standing watch outside the door weren't paying attention, confident in their band's ability to handle any threat that might come upon them. Val made it to a small hut, smoke billowing out from a forge inside. No one was working it, allowing the coals to burn out on their own. Using the smoke as additional cover, she leaned out around the side.\n\nRunning a calming subroutine, Val activated a pair of capacitors in her thighs, the devices acting as a sink for any errant electrical signals. She could feel her body steady, her eyes and her mind focused on the targets. As she drew the bow, she quickly scanned the ground between her and the door, marking any divots or pebbles that might impact her approach. With deadly accuracy she loosed the arrow, the thin metal spike hitting her target. It pierced the unsuspecting guard right between the eyes and pinned her to the wall behind him with a thud and a short spark, batteries discharging into the conductive needle and shorting her brain. Her body went limp, limbs flopping like a ragdoll as she shut down.\n\nHer eyes visibly dimmed, the life draining out of them. As her processor ticked through its last clock cycles, a few errant signals shot down to her lower abdomen, kicking off the pumps in her sex unit. Pulling the end of her battery's voltage, they churned her cum out, spraying hard and splattering on the ground until the final drops dribbled down her pussy lips.\n\nHer partner had barely registered what had happened when a black-clad big-titted woman barreled down on them. Lowering her shoulder, she knocked the remaining guard onto the ground. Val pounced, straddling her prone body. The last thing she saw was a gorgeous Gardie grinning down at her, crotch grinding against hers as a knife slammed through her neck, easily severing the bundle of cables at the back.\n\n``Nicely done,'' Marry said, strolling up behind her.\n\n``Thank you dear. I do enjoy the thrill of a quick kill.''\n\n``Mm, I can see that,'' the Lopunny replied, watching as Val continued rocking her hips, rubbing her clit through the thin leather against the offline doll beneath her. ``And now it's my turn.''\n\nSlipping a hand between her own thighs she rubbed her pussy, moaning. Her core was shutting down unnecessary systems, earmarking more processors for her senses, her tactics subroutines, and directing power to her musculature. Twice she overrode an attempt to redirect power from her sex module. If she couldn't get off on the carnage, what was the point? Bringing her fingers away from her cunt, coated in a thin layer of lubricant that had soaked through her mesh one-piece, she placed them on Valentine's lips. Val eagerly suckled on them, tasting the silicone seepage from her lover's lower lips.\n\nSatisfied her fingers would not be too slippery to affect her grip, Marry took a deep breath, internal fans whirring to run the air over heat exchangers, cooling her processors as they started overclocking, giving the sensation that time was slowing down. Pulling two long bladed knives from their sheaths on her hips, their handles wrapped in leather strips, she walked over to the doorway into the big, blue plastic cooler. As quietly as possible, she opened the door and slipped inside.\n\nVal sped up her hips, servomotors whirring quietly, grinding against the still form beneath her. She shuddered as a soft orgasm swept over her. It wasn't powerful enough to wash out her senses, the asynchronous steps approaching clearly belonging to Matilda not giving her pause. Done with her toy, however, she stood and watched the uncoordinated approach of her branded bitch. She grinned, memories of how Matilda had gotten into such a sorry state popping up. Appreciating the sight of her mark burned into the soft rubber above the stacked Cinderace's pussy, she silently thanked Marry for insisting the younger woman be nude for this outing.\n\n``Mom went in already?'' Matilda asked.\n\nFrowning, Val leaned back and placed a heeled boot on Matilda's torso, giving just the slightest push. It was more than enough to topple the girl, the doll falling backwards and landing on her plump ass with a soft thud.\n\n``Try again, Slut.''\n\n``Sorry, ma'am,'' Matilda replied, biting her lower lip, aroused by the command and even the mild pain from the impact. ``Did Mistress Marry already enter?'' she rephrased her question.\n\n``She has. I already heard the first guard inside fall, but I imagine they'll raise the alarm shortly. Here, eat my pussy while we wait for her to do her work.''\n\n``But I want to listen!'' Matilda whined, fully aware it would earn her additional punishment.\n\nShe wasn't wrong. Without hesitation, Val smacked her across the face, the hard plastic palm leaving a momentary imprint in the softer white skin on Matilda's cheek. Taking another step forward Val planted a foot on either side of the sitting girl and grabbed Matilda by her long lapine ears. Yanking forward, she forced her submissive slut's face into her crotch, moaning as the bitch obediently starting mouthing at her slit, kissing her clit through the leather before reaching up to slip it aside so she could suck Val's hard rubber nub directly.\n\nThe two stayed like that, listening as the sounds from within began to crescendo. The muffled shouts of surprise morphed to anger before quickly shifting to fear. One after another, the voices rose, yelling locations, directions, commands as Marry slaughtered her way through the base, and one after another they were silenced. The cacophony was punctuated with loud thumps, bodies pounded against walls or dropping to the floor. Occasionally they could hear the sharp clang of metal on metal, a parried thrust or a blow blocked by armor.\n\nWoven amongst the screams of the victims were Marry's shouts of effort as she ducked a blow or slammed a blade home. They could also hear shrieks of delight, even one wavering yell that sounded like she might have cum mid-fight. Val grimaced, the staccato retort of gunfire interrupting her sensual scene outside. She paused, listening to the spaced out pops indicative of the crude semi-automatic weapons common among raiders. The screaming continued, however, and the frequency of shots decreased until finally there was silence.\n\nConfident that the silence meant Marry had succeeded, but still wary, Val reluctantly pushed Matilda away. She didn't survive by not being prepared for the unexpected. Dropping into a crouch, she positioned herself so she could either lunge into, or out of the way of, whatever came through the door. Behind her, Matilda smiled. Though she was enjoying servicing her mistress, she was equally enjoying the sight in front of her. Val's voluptuous ass was directly in front of her, the enormous globes spread and lifted, looking even larger than they actually were, by the Gardevoir's stance. Though it had slid back into place, the thin strip of leather that was the only thing between Valentine's holes and the cooling evening air was not wide enough to completely hide the woman's exhaust port from view.\n\nVal was starting to get worried; it was taking longer than she expected for Marry to return if she had managed to clear the raider base. After a few minutes, however, she heard the hollow thud of plastic on plastic as someone made their way towards the entrance, footsteps echoing in the hollow space between the insulating walls of the cooler. The door opened and Marry stepped out.\n\nThe mega-Lopunny was breathing hard, but grinning. Plastic covers had retracted from the middle segment of her long ears, revealing cooling vanes. Set away from her body as they were, her core temperature was quickly returning to a normal range. Her clothes, though they had been little more than a black mesh leotard and matching tights, were shredded, even smoldering in several spots as the synthetic material was slow to burn itself out. There were hairline cracks in the hard plastic shell of her abdomen, radiating like a spiderweb away from a trio of bullet holes that had pierced her. A few jagged tears, mementos of a split-second mistake resulting in a raider managing to return her bladed favors, had exposed the pistons beneath her thickly padded thighs. Genuine concern crossed Valentine's face as she took in the damaged sight of her lover, frequent co-top, and sometimes subby. That concern quickly gave way to a lewd grin when she realized that other than splatters of hydraulic fluid, Marry's tights and thighs were soaked in a mixture of cum and piss.\n\n``Report,'' Val said, sliding her hand between her legs to absently play with her clit, expecting the debrief to be as arousing as it was informative.\n\n``Clear of hostiles, ma'am,'' Marry replied, only putting a little bit of sass on the honorific, teasing the Gardevoir.\n\n``And how did this happen?'' Val asked, gesturing at Marry's crotch with her free hand.\n\n``Mm,'' the Lopunny moaned in response, immediately thinking back to the encounter that triggered it. ``There was this Absol. Tits bigger than yours, not a stitch on her except a pair of armored pasties. Think I interrupted her play time, she had more cum on her thighs than I do now. Had a pair of short swords in her hand real fast though.''\n\nVal nodded appreciatively at the thought of the busty bitch in single combat with Marry.\n\n``She was good'' the woman continued. ``I think we fought for five minutes. Every thrust she parried, every dodge she followed up.'' she recounted how their blades clanged and sparked. ``She faked me out and landed a hard punch, almost knocking me over. When I stumbled and tightened up my abs to steady, it squeezed out some piss. I was surprised at how good it felt, so I just let it go.'' Eventually the floor had become slippery forcing a shift in tactics until at last: ``I got so worked up I came when I finally got my knife into her neck and watched her power down.''\n\n``Ohh yes that's always the best part,'' Val agreed, rubbing her clit in little circles. ``Though, it sounds like none of the raiders peed themselves while fighting,'' she teased.\n\n``The long lead-up made it that much sweeter, especially since she did land a few herself,'' Marry gestured to the gash on her leg.\n\nA squeak caught their attention and the two turned to look at Matilda. She had also been masturbating the entire time Marry recounted her battle with the buxom Absol. When she returned her attention to the open wound on her mother's leg, the hydraulic piston rod visibly sliding up and down as Marry shifted her weight, it sent her over the edge and she came, vibrating, still on her knees where Valentine left her.\n\n``Well well, I didn't give you permission to cum, did I Slut?'' Val asked, towering over the girl.\n\n``N-no, Mistress,'' she sighed as the waves of pleasure subsided.\n\n``Finish me, and you are not to touch yourself again until I allow it,'' Valentine commanded, returning to her previous position with her crotch directly at Matilda's mouth.\n\nShe didn't respond with words, simply obeying the order and getting to work, once again pulling the strip of leather aside and licking at Val's slick slit, dipping her tongue in the well-lubricated hole, then back out to flick the hard rubber nub of her clit. Though mostly cooled off, Marry was still revved up from the exhilaration of her slaughter and was more than willing to help her lover get off. Stepping up behind Val, she licked her finger before reaching down and slipped it under the Gardevoir's clothes, pushing into her tight asshole, round cheeks pressing against her hand.\n\nMatilda's skilled oral ministrations and Marry's digital backdoor stimulation brought Val quickly to her climax. She had been fairly close to the edge as it was, so it didn't take much. Though she had been a little disappointed not to join in the fun inside the base, her quick takedown of the two guards had been a tease, just enough to get her worked up and ready to go. Val moaned and shook as she stood there, muscles twitching as her sex unit overrode other signal processing. Right as she hit her peak a single spurt of liquid squirted from her pussy. Matilda eagerly lapped it up and swallowed it down.\n\nAs she came down from her orgasm, her other processes stabilizing, she patted Matilda on the cheek for a job well done.\n\n``Was there anything worth looting in there? Weapons, at least?'' Val asked, not visibly reacting to the sensation of Marry pulling the finger back out of her asshole.\n\n``There was a safe, but I didn't know the code. I think I know where it is, however,'' she replied with a sly smile. ``I'm going to need your help to get it.''\n\nVal's curiosity was piqued, but she knew the Marry would make everything clear when it was time. Standing back, she watched as Matilda struggled to stand up, her poorly repaired body clattering. The Cinderace grimaced when a bare wire in her shoulder touched her chassis, the short sparking momentarily. Her mistresses took pleasure in her pain and she suspected they had left so many exposed wires, misaligned so many gears, on purpose.\n\n``Come on then,'' Marry said, holding open the door cut into the side of the big cooler. ``And watch your step around the bodies, I'm not carrying your rickety ass all the way through the base,'' she snarled, giving Matilda a shove through the door.\n\nServomotors whined as they tried to compensate for the push, barely catching herself against a wall.\n\n``And what would you do without your favorite ass-eater, Mom?'' she sassed back, spitting the last word out with as much vitriol as she could put into it.\n\nA loud thud echoed through the otherwise quiet hallway when Val body-checked her, slamming her into the wall and dislocating a shoulder. Matilda gasped and moaned, the pain overflowing into her pleasure processors. Straightening back up, she waited for the other two women to go ahead, mostly so she could take her time picking her way through the carnage. It didn't hurt that it also meant she had a view of their round, rolling asses.\n\n``At least I didn't piss just because someone hit me,'' she muttered, pitching her voice just loud enough to be heard.\n\nAs they made their way, Val and Marry made note of different items they might want to take with them, though it would likely mean numerous trips. They stopped frequently to look through the small boxes scattered about. A steel travel mug full of coolant was particularly exciting, the 32oz container as tall as they were and too heavy to move. They were going to need to think about how to get that one home but it was much too valuable to leave. Valentine was playing with herself, pinching and pulling at the thick rubber nipples tipping her heavy breasts, as she admired her partner's handiwork. It was gruesome, the hallways littered with the broken bodies of the raiders. Most were naked and she admired the skill it had taken Marry to deactivate them while leaving their tits, their pussies intact.\n\nMarry waved them into a side room. There on the floor in the puddle of her mixed cum and piss lay the buxom Absol, Marry's knife hilt still sticking out of the white skin of her neck. Her body was almost glowing under the harsh lighting of an LED strip taped to the ceiling, the blue-black of her areolae, her pussy lips creating an enticing contrast.\n\n``Oh my,'' Valentine said in a husky moan, eyeing the bot up and down.\n\nShe nodded appreciatively as she noted the thick muscles in the Absol's thighs, the bulging polymer cords easy visible beneath the surface. Her arms were similarly bound up in muscles. Stepping in and kicking the bot's feet to the side she got a better look at the woman's pussy.\n\n``Shame,'' she said, gaze lingering on the glistening lips between the legs. ``I bet she would have been a real treat in the sack, too. The things we could have done with that cunt...'' Val trailed off wistfully.\n\n``Come on, we've got a little work yet to do,'' Marry said, patting Val's push rump as she led the way back down the hall.\n\nThey passed through a cafeteria of sorts, a half dozen long tables and benches made out of legos in two lines down the long room. Deep in the base now, they came to the end of a hallway, a door on each side. One was open, leading into what appeared to be a command center, as much as raiders could have a centralized command structure, with a gleaming safe in the corner. The other door was shut. Val reached towards it to open it but Marry quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, putting a finger to her lips to indicate a need for quiet. Nodding her head to the right, ears flopping behind her, she stepped into the open room with the other two following.\n\n``There's someone in there,'' Marry whispered, her voice low. ``And we're going to capture them and make them give us the code to that safe.''\n\nBoth Val's and Matilda's eyes lit up at the prospect. Matilda was excited to finally see some fighting, looking forward to beating them into submission. Valentine's clit tingled at the idea of interrogating their victim. It had been quite some time since she'd been able to string someone up and force information out of the and she didn't want her skills to get rusty. Marry walked them through the plan, expecting that whoever was in there would likely try to bolt once the door was open. They took their positions, Valentine ready to pull the door open, Marry flanking it from the other side, and Matilda directly in front.\n\n``Don't piss yourself when you tackle him,'' Val joked before yanking open the door.\n\nA blue blur shot out, jerking towards the right at the last second in an attempt to avoid the two women blocking the way. Despite her poor repairs, Matilda was still ready for it and lunged. She managed to grab the sole survivor's legs, her body's weight tangling them up and bringing them down. Once on the floor, Marry dove, landing on top of the lithe body with a thud.\n\n``Please,'' the apparently avian raider said in a high tenor, ``I'm worth more to you in tact.'' Though speaking quickly, it wasn't begging or pleading so much as trying to get the information out before it was too late.\n\n``Oh, we've got other plans,'' Matilda said before slamming the doll's head against the floor, knocking it out.\n\nThey dragged the bot into the room with the safe. With no good hardpoints on the ceiling, they settled for tying the slender blue bird down to a desk. The three were intrigued; it was femme, but not fully. Though slender, the hips were pronounced, a narrow waist flaring out attractively, and yet the chest was flat. Its face was white and flat like an owl's, but with 2 pairs of eyes.\n\n``Strip her,'' Val commanded, easily slipping into the role of interrogation mistress and taking charge.\n\nThey moved quickly to comply, Marry slipping her knife under the red velvet vest and creating a pair of rips before doing the same to the knee-length breeches. Matilda, using the tears her mother started, ripped the clothes off. A trio of guttural sounds escaped them, Marry and Val grunts of distaste while Matilda moaned with some excitement. There in between the owl's legs hung a hefty cock, both long and girthy despite not being erect. It was accompanied by a heavy, sagging sack, the rubber a slightly darker shade of blue, filled by a pair of balls easily the size of shooter marbles.\n\n``Of course, only a male would be so cowardly as to hide instead of coming out to defend along with his slain sisters.'' Val said, her contempt obvious.\n\nMatilda had to stop from touching herself, remembering her Mistress' earlier orders. She hadn't been ordered not to touch others, however, and so she reached out and grabbed the blue-skinned cock, squeezing it, feeling it in her hand. It had been so long since she'd had a real cock in her, and at the sight she was suddenly craving that one in her ass. ``If it's this thick soft, it would stretch me so good when he's hard,'' she thought. Sliding her hand down farther, she cupped his big balls. They felt like steel bearings, heavy and full. Giving one last stroke to his sack, feeling the ridges and wrinkles of the synthetic skin.\n\nAlmost as though it had been her touch that did it, the feminine owl came to with a soft grunt, the pain in the back of his head still rolling through him. His four eyes blinked as he looked around and fully took stock of his situation. In short, it wasn't good. But he hadn't been programmed with the arrogance and tactics of a Goetic Prince to let himself get killed while he had something his captors so clearly wanted.\n\n PAGE 8 \n\n\"Well then, ladies,\" he said, his accent smooth and his voice calm, \"I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement?\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Raiding the Raiders

By: Red Rocktober

The three women waited, lying silently in the tall grass just over the hill from an encampment of raiders they had been tracking for a week. Matilda wanted to swoop in and take them out, but the older two had overruled her. Despite being mostly functional, she was in no shape to deal with them on her own. Besides, the brand just above her cunt marked her as Valentine's property, so she was inclined to obey their order of patience. They were waiting until sunset, when the light would be from behind them and in the raiders' eyes, hiding their approach. Marry handed the bit of glass wedged in a piece of conduit they were using as a simple telescope to Val.

``I count between 15 and 20,'' Marry said.

``They don't seem like they're that heavily armed,'' Val replied, the curved glass augmenting her own lenses so she could see down to the detail of the metal slivers and chipped plastic the raiders had on for knives or spears.

``Nope,'' said Marry, a wicked grin on the mega-Lopunny's face.

The three fell back into silence, waiting for the moment to strike. Matilda was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, putting pressure against her clit. The anticipation was turning her on, it always made her horny to watch her mother work. As the sun finally started to set, its rays setting the evening sky ablaze with crimson fading to blue, Marry and Val returned to quietly deciding their final plans.

``You're incredible one on one, Val, I'll never deny that. But once I'm through that door,'' Marry said, waving a hand towards the heavy metal sheet barring the way into the big plastic cooler that the raiders had converted into their base, ``it'll be the rest of their crew all at once.''

Valentine frowned, unwilling to concede that it made better tactical sense for Marry to enter alone. Not to mention she didn't want the other woman to have all the fun.

``Let me take the guards,'' she replied, her magenta irises flashing with bloodlust. ``I can sneak up and have them out of commission before they call for help.''

Marry considered the Gardevoir's suggestion for a moment.

``I caught both of you unawares, did I not?'' Val continued, bobbing her head side to side a bit, sass creeping into her voice.

Marry and Matilda both moaned, remembering how Val had indeed managed to sneak up on both of them, and the wild times that followed.

Marry nodded.

``No one's come in or out for a few minutes, I suspect they're settling in for the night. Pick your moment and I'll be right behind you.''

Val's only response was to pull an arrow out of her quiver, placing the notched sewing needle against the string of her bow. Pulling her feet up under her the Gardevoir moved into a crouch, her movements careful and barely making a sound. There was only the quietest rustling of grass, accompanied by soft creaking of her leather outfit stretching and moving with her body. Once they'd found the raider's base, the trio had spent several days preparing, working on their wiring and oiling up their joints. At least, Marry and Valentine had. Though Matilda was more or less reassembled how she should be, all her parts in the right places, they hadn't been overly careful with welding or when screwing plastic plates back down. She clanked and clattered, her movements jittery and uncoordinated. She would not be going in for the raid, but Val's servomotors were inaudible.

Squinting and looking back over her shoulder, she decided it was time. Without saying anything the busty Gardie launched forward into a run, staying low and keeping the sun at her back. The two dolls standing watch outside the door weren't paying attention, confident in their band's ability to handle any threat that might come upon them. Val made it to a small hut, smoke billowing out from a forge inside. No one was working it, allowing the coals to burn out on their own. Using the smoke as additional cover, she leaned out around the side.

Running a calming subroutine, Val activated a pair of capacitors in her thighs, the devices acting as a sink for any errant electrical signals. She could feel her body steady, her eyes and her mind focused on the targets. As she drew the bow, she quickly scanned the ground between her and the door, marking any divots or pebbles that might impact her approach. With deadly accuracy she loosed the arrow, the thin metal spike hitting her target. It pierced the unsuspecting guard right between the eyes and pinned her to the wall behind him with a thud and a short spark, batteries discharging into the conductive needle and shorting her brain. Her body went limp, limbs flopping like a ragdoll as she shut down.

Her eyes visibly dimmed, the life draining out of them. As her processor ticked through its last clock cycles, a few errant signals shot down to her lower abdomen, kicking off the pumps in her sex unit. Pulling the end of her battery's voltage, they churned her cum out, spraying hard and splattering on the ground until the final drops dribbled down her pussy lips.

Her partner had barely registered what had happened when a black-clad big-titted woman barreled down on them. Lowering her shoulder, she knocked the remaining guard onto the ground. Val pounced, straddling her prone body. The last thing she saw was a gorgeous Gardie grinning down at her, crotch grinding against hers as a knife slammed through her neck, easily severing the bundle of cables at the back.

``Nicely done,'' Marry said, strolling up behind her.

``Thank you dear. I do enjoy the thrill of a quick kill.''

``Mm, I can see that,'' the Lopunny replied, watching as Val continued rocking her hips, rubbing her clit through the thin leather against the offline doll beneath her. ``And now it's my turn.''

Slipping a hand between her own thighs she rubbed her pussy, moaning. Her core was shutting down unnecessary systems, earmarking more processors for her senses, her tactics subroutines, and directing power to her musculature. Twice she overrode an attempt to redirect power from her sex module. If she couldn't get off on the carnage, what was the point? Bringing her fingers away from her cunt, coated in a thin layer of lubricant that had soaked through her mesh one-piece, she placed them on Valentine's lips. Val eagerly suckled on them, tasting the silicone seepage from her lover's lower lips.

Satisfied her fingers would not be too slippery to affect her grip, Marry took a deep breath, internal fans whirring to run the air over heat exchangers, cooling her processors as they started overclocking, giving the sensation that time was slowing down. Pulling two long bladed knives from their sheaths on her hips, their handles wrapped in leather strips, she walked over to the doorway into the big, blue plastic cooler. As quietly as possible, she opened the door and slipped inside.

Val sped up her hips, servomotors whirring quietly, grinding against the still form beneath her. She shuddered as a soft orgasm swept over her. It wasn't powerful enough to wash out her senses, the asynchronous steps approaching clearly belonging to Matilda not giving her pause. Done with her toy, however, she stood and watched the uncoordinated approach of her branded bitch. She grinned, memories of how Matilda had gotten into such a sorry state popping up. Appreciating the sight of her mark burned into the soft rubber above the stacked Cinderace's pussy, she silently thanked Marry for insisting the younger woman be nude for this outing.

``Mom went in already?'' Matilda asked.

Frowning, Val leaned back and placed a heeled boot on Matilda's torso, giving just the slightest push. It was more than enough to topple the girl, the doll falling backwards and landing on her plump ass with a soft thud.

``Try again, Slut.''

``Sorry, ma'am,'' Matilda replied, biting her lower lip, aroused by the command and even the mild pain from the impact. ``Did Mistress Marry already enter?'' she rephrased her question.

``She has. I already heard the first guard inside fall, but I imagine they'll raise the alarm shortly. Here, eat my pussy while we wait for her to do her work.''

``But I want to listen!'' Matilda whined, fully aware it would earn her additional punishment.

She wasn't wrong. Without hesitation, Val smacked her across the face, the hard plastic palm leaving a momentary imprint in the softer white skin on Matilda's cheek. Taking another step forward Val planted a foot on either side of the sitting girl and grabbed Matilda by her long lapine ears. Yanking forward, she forced her submissive slut's face into her crotch, moaning as the bitch obediently starting mouthing at her slit, kissing her clit through the leather before reaching up to slip it aside so she could suck Val's hard rubber nub directly.

The two stayed like that, listening as the sounds from within began to crescendo. The muffled shouts of surprise morphed to anger before quickly shifting to fear. One after another, the voices rose, yelling locations, directions, commands as Marry slaughtered her way through the base, and one after another they were silenced. The cacophony was punctuated with loud thumps, bodies pounded against walls or dropping to the floor. Occasionally they could hear the sharp clang of metal on metal, a parried thrust or a blow blocked by armor.

Woven amongst the screams of the victims were Marry's shouts of effort as she ducked a blow or slammed a blade home. They could also hear shrieks of delight, even one wavering yell that sounded like she might have cum mid-fight. Val grimaced, the staccato retort of gunfire interrupting her sensual scene outside. She paused, listening to the spaced out pops indicative of the crude semi-automatic weapons common among raiders. The screaming continued, however, and the frequency of shots decreased until finally there was silence.

Confident that the silence meant Marry had succeeded, but still wary, Val reluctantly pushed Matilda away. She didn't survive by not being prepared for the unexpected. Dropping into a crouch, she positioned herself so she could either lunge into, or out of the way of, whatever came through the door. Behind her, Matilda smiled. Though she was enjoying servicing her mistress, she was equally enjoying the sight in front of her. Val's voluptuous ass was directly in front of her, the enormous globes spread and lifted, looking even larger than they actually were, by the Gardevoir's stance. Though it had slid back into place, the thin strip of leather that was the only thing between Valentine's holes and the cooling evening air was not wide enough to completely hide the woman's exhaust port from view.

Val was starting to get worried; it was taking longer than she expected for Marry to return if she had managed to clear the raider base. After a few minutes, however, she heard the hollow thud of plastic on plastic as someone made their way towards the entrance, footsteps echoing in the hollow space between the insulating walls of the cooler. The door opened and Marry stepped out.

The mega-Lopunny was breathing hard, but grinning. Plastic covers had retracted from the middle segment of her long ears, revealing cooling vanes. Set away from her body as they were, her core temperature was quickly returning to a normal range. Her clothes, though they had been little more than a black mesh leotard and matching tights, were shredded, even smoldering in several spots as the synthetic material was slow to burn itself out. There were hairline cracks in the hard plastic shell of her abdomen, radiating like a spiderweb away from a trio of bullet holes that had pierced her. A few jagged tears, mementos of a split-second mistake resulting in a raider managing to return her bladed favors, had exposed the pistons beneath her thickly padded thighs. Genuine concern crossed Valentine's face as she took in the damaged sight of her lover, frequent co-top, and sometimes subby. That concern quickly gave way to a lewd grin when she realized that other than splatters of hydraulic fluid, Marry's tights and thighs were soaked in a mixture of cum and piss.

``Report,'' Val said, sliding her hand between her legs to absently play with her clit, expecting the debrief to be as arousing as it was informative.

``Clear of hostiles, ma'am,'' Marry replied, only putting a little bit of sass on the honorific, teasing the Gardevoir.

``And how did this happen?'' Val asked, gesturing at Marry's crotch with her free hand.

``Mm,'' the Lopunny moaned in response, immediately thinking back to the encounter that triggered it. ``There was this Absol. Tits bigger than yours, not a stitch on her except a pair of armored pasties. Think I interrupted her play time, she had more cum on her thighs than I do now. Had a pair of short swords in her hand real fast though.''

Val nodded appreciatively at the thought of the busty bitch in single combat with Marry.

``She was good'' the woman continued. ``I think we fought for five minutes. Every thrust she parried, every dodge she followed up.'' she recounted how their blades clanged and sparked. ``She faked me out and landed a hard punch, almost knocking me over. When I stumbled and tightened up my abs to steady, it squeezed out some piss. I was surprised at how good it felt, so I just let it go.'' Eventually the floor had become slippery forcing a shift in tactics until at last: ``I got so worked up I came when I finally got my knife into her neck and watched her power down.''

``Ohh yes that's always the best part,'' Val agreed, rubbing her clit in little circles. ``Though, it sounds like none of the raiders peed themselves while fighting,'' she teased.

``The long lead-up made it that much sweeter, especially since she did land a few herself,'' Marry gestured to the gash on her leg.

A squeak caught their attention and the two turned to look at Matilda. She had also been masturbating the entire time Marry recounted her battle with the buxom Absol. When she returned her attention to the open wound on her mother's leg, the hydraulic piston rod visibly sliding up and down as Marry shifted her weight, it sent her over the edge and she came, vibrating, still on her knees where Valentine left her.

``Well well, I didn't give you permission to cum, did I Slut?'' Val asked, towering over the girl.

``N-no, Mistress,'' she sighed as the waves of pleasure subsided.

``Finish me, and you are not to touch yourself again until I allow it,'' Valentine commanded, returning to her previous position with her crotch directly at Matilda's mouth.

She didn't respond with words, simply obeying the order and getting to work, once again pulling the strip of leather aside and licking at Val's slick slit, dipping her tongue in the well-lubricated hole, then back out to flick the hard rubber nub of her clit. Though mostly cooled off, Marry was still revved up from the exhilaration of her slaughter and was more than willing to help her lover get off. Stepping up behind Val, she licked her finger before reaching down and slipped it under the Gardevoir's clothes, pushing into her tight asshole, round cheeks pressing against her hand.

Matilda's skilled oral ministrations and Marry's digital backdoor stimulation brought Val quickly to her climax. She had been fairly close to the edge as it was, so it didn't take much. Though she had been a little disappointed not to join in the fun inside the base, her quick takedown of the two guards had been a tease, just enough to get her worked up and ready to go. Val moaned and shook as she stood there, muscles twitching as her sex unit overrode other signal processing. Right as she hit her peak a single spurt of liquid squirted from her pussy. Matilda eagerly lapped it up and swallowed it down.

As she came down from her orgasm, her other processes stabilizing, she patted Matilda on the cheek for a job well done.

``Was there anything worth looting in there? Weapons, at least?'' Val asked, not visibly reacting to the sensation of Marry pulling the finger back out of her asshole.

``There was a safe, but I didn't know the code. I think I know where it is, however,'' she replied with a sly smile. ``I'm going to need your help to get it.''

Val's curiosity was piqued, but she knew the Marry would make everything clear when it was time. Standing back, she watched as Matilda struggled to stand up, her poorly repaired body clattering. The Cinderace grimaced when a bare wire in her shoulder touched her chassis, the short sparking momentarily. Her mistresses took pleasure in her pain and she suspected they had left so many exposed wires, misaligned so many gears, on purpose.

``Come on then,'' Marry said, holding open the door cut into the side of the big cooler. ``And watch your step around the bodies, I'm not carrying your rickety ass all the way through the base,'' she snarled, giving Matilda a shove through the door.

Servomotors whined as they tried to compensate for the push, barely catching herself against a wall.

``And what would you do without your favorite ass-eater, Mom?'' she sassed back, spitting the last word out with as much vitriol as she could put into it.

A loud thud echoed through the otherwise quiet hallway when Val body-checked her, slamming her into the wall and dislocating a shoulder. Matilda gasped and moaned, the pain overflowing into her pleasure processors. Straightening back up, she waited for the other two women to go ahead, mostly so she could take her time picking her way through the carnage. It didn't hurt that it also meant she had a view of their round, rolling asses.

``At least I didn't piss just because someone hit me,'' she muttered, pitching her voice just loud enough to be heard.

As they made their way, Val and Marry made note of different items they might want to take with them, though it would likely mean numerous trips. They stopped frequently to look through the small boxes scattered about. A steel travel mug full of coolant was particularly exciting, the 32oz container as tall as they were and too heavy to move. They were going to need to think about how to get that one home but it was much too valuable to leave. Valentine was playing with herself, pinching and pulling at the thick rubber nipples tipping her heavy breasts, as she admired her partner's handiwork. It was gruesome, the hallways littered with the broken bodies of the raiders. Most were naked and she admired the skill it had taken Marry to deactivate them while leaving their tits, their pussies intact.

Marry waved them into a side room. There on the floor in the puddle of her mixed cum and piss lay the buxom Absol, Marry's knife hilt still sticking out of the white skin of her neck. Her body was almost glowing under the harsh lighting of an LED strip taped to the ceiling, the blue-black of her areolae, her pussy lips creating an enticing contrast.

``Oh my,'' Valentine said in a husky moan, eyeing the bot up and down.

She nodded appreciatively as she noted the thick muscles in the Absol's thighs, the bulging polymer cords easy visible beneath the surface. Her arms were similarly bound up in muscles. Stepping in and kicking the bot's feet to the side she got a better look at the woman's pussy.

``Shame,'' she said, gaze lingering on the glistening lips between the legs. ``I bet she would have been a real treat in the sack, too. The things we could have done with that cunt...'' Val trailed off wistfully.

``Come on, we've got a little work yet to do,'' Marry said, patting Val's push rump as she led the way back down the hall.

They passed through a cafeteria of sorts, a half dozen long tables and benches made out of legos in two lines down the long room. Deep in the base now, they came to the end of a hallway, a door on each side. One was open, leading into what appeared to be a command center, as much as raiders could have a centralized command structure, with a gleaming safe in the corner. The other door was shut. Val reached towards it to open it but Marry quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, putting a finger to her lips to indicate a need for quiet. Nodding her head to the right, ears flopping behind her, she stepped into the open room with the other two following.

``There's someone in there,'' Marry whispered, her voice low. ``And we're going to capture them and make them give us the code to that safe.''

Both Val's and Matilda's eyes lit up at the prospect. Matilda was excited to finally see some fighting, looking forward to beating them into submission. Valentine's clit tingled at the idea of interrogating their victim. It had been quite some time since she'd been able to string someone up and force information out of the and she didn't want her skills to get rusty. Marry walked them through the plan, expecting that whoever was in there would likely try to bolt once the door was open. They took their positions, Valentine ready to pull the door open, Marry flanking it from the other side, and Matilda directly in front.

``Don't piss yourself when you tackle him,'' Val joked before yanking open the door.

A blue blur shot out, jerking towards the right at the last second in an attempt to avoid the two women blocking the way. Despite her poor repairs, Matilda was still ready for it and lunged. She managed to grab the sole survivor's legs, her body's weight tangling them up and bringing them down. Once on the floor, Marry dove, landing on top of the lithe body with a thud.

``Please,'' the apparently avian raider said in a high tenor, ``I'm worth more to you in tact.'' Though speaking quickly, it wasn't begging or pleading so much as trying to get the information out before it was too late.

``Oh, we've got other plans,'' Matilda said before slamming the doll's head against the floor, knocking it out.

They dragged the bot into the room with the safe. With no good hardpoints on the ceiling, they settled for tying the slender blue bird down to a desk. The three were intrigued; it was femme, but not fully. Though slender, the hips were pronounced, a narrow waist flaring out attractively, and yet the chest was flat. Its face was white and flat like an owl's, but with 2 pairs of eyes.

``Strip her,'' Val commanded, easily slipping into the role of interrogation mistress and taking charge.

They moved quickly to comply, Marry slipping her knife under the red velvet vest and creating a pair of rips before doing the same to the knee-length breeches. Matilda, using the tears her mother started, ripped the clothes off. A trio of guttural sounds escaped them, Marry and Val grunts of distaste while Matilda moaned with some excitement. There in between the owl's legs hung a hefty cock, both long and girthy despite not being erect. It was accompanied by a heavy, sagging sack, the rubber a slightly darker shade of blue, filled by a pair of balls easily the size of shooter marbles.

``Of course, only a male would be so cowardly as to hide instead of coming out to defend along with his slain sisters.'' Val said, her contempt obvious.

Matilda had to stop from touching herself, remembering her Mistress' earlier orders. She hadn't been ordered not to touch others, however, and so she reached out and grabbed the blue-skinned cock, squeezing it, feeling it in her hand. It had been so long since she'd had a real cock in her, and at the sight she was suddenly craving that one in her ass. ``If it's this thick soft, it would stretch me so good when he's hard,'' she thought. Sliding her hand down farther, she cupped his big balls. They felt like steel bearings, heavy and full. Giving one last stroke to his sack, feeling the ridges and wrinkles of the synthetic skin.

Almost as though it had been her touch that did it, the feminine owl came to with a soft grunt, the pain in the back of his head still rolling through him. His four eyes blinked as he looked around and fully took stock of his situation. In short, it wasn't good. But he hadn't been programmed with the arrogance and tactics of a Goetic Prince to let himself get killed while he had something his captors so clearly wanted.

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