I am a Doll.

A placid, pliable plaything for my Instructor. She directs, commands me, trains me into an ever more effective Pilot. After my assigned targets are eliminated, and my mech returned to our bay, she cares for my frail body. My desires are hers to control, when I am outside of the mech or training pods. I do as she orders me, with not a first thought. I am her charge, her project, her duty, and her pride.

I am a Doll, serene, calm, and quiet as I am debriefed alongside my fellow Pilots. It will end soon, and then I will return to my Instructor. Her words, her touch, both will be just as effective a salve for my burns as that applied by the medical staff. My thoughts drift as the debriefing continues, only briefly returned to the present at the mention of "inflicted casualties," but mine are not yet being read off, so I return to reverie. It does however draw my thoughts in a certain direction. The wetness that yet lingers between my thighs, a pleasurable twitch at the memory of my weapons landing clean, precise blows, efficiently dispatching my designated targets. Distantly, I hear one of my fellow Pilots attempt to stifle a moan as she has the damage she inflicted read aloud to her, and my pliant smile grows. I expect at least one of my peers to be rubbing herself through her bodysuit, needy thing. I would never have such difficulty resisting my urges, I'm a Doll after all. Soon enough, the Operative debriefing us addresses me, and begins reading out the casualties I inflicted. I arch my back, nipples stiffening against the near-skintight bodysuit, the warmth growing between my thighs. My pride and lust must be evident, as the Operative smirks at me. My breathing grows heavy as she nears the end of the list, arousal beginning to creep into my mind and cloud my thoughts, so I squeeze my thighs together.

It isn't long after that we are dismissed, released back into the facility. My feet easily guide me back to the living quarters I share with my Instructor. She isn't here right now, which leaves me to my own devices. I decide against switching into a new uniform - Instructor prefers to personally review my body after outings such as this. Thankfully I do not get to make a decision, the electronic door sliding open as Instructor returns before I manage to dwell in indecision for too long.

"Ahh, you're a sight for sore eyes. Come here, Doll." Instructor wraps her arms around me as I approach, and peppers my face with kisses, each one making my smile all the brighter and more docile. She guides us both to the couch, such that we sit beside each other, her arms still wrapped around me. "How did your mission go?"

"It went well, Instructor." I can't help but raise my hips into the air with some neediness. "Very well," I indicate the lust staining the groin of my bodysuit with a brief motion. Instructor smiles, a hand snaking down between my legs to cup my sex, giving a possessive squeeze as I try to resist bucking my hips.
"So I see," she purrs, no longer moving her hand but also not taking it away, leaving me squirming in lust I try my best to suppress. She chuckles at my predicament, and now removes her hand. My thighs try to clamp around it so she can't, but it's too late, her hand isn't on my sex any longer. Not that it would have made a difference if it was, Instructor is much stronger than me. "I heard that you were injured though, Doll?"
"Yes, just some light burns." I gesture to my left side, where the salve remains beneath bandages under my uniform.

"You will rest then. The lab rats are miracle workers, but you still ought to avoid strenuous activities. We'll reschedule your training session to tomorrow, Doll." I smile at Instructor and nod - I'm a Doll, I can't disobey her. She unzips my bodysuit from behind, discarding it on the couch, and then carries me to our bed, leaving me nude beneath the blankets. "Rest well for me, Doll." Instructor kisses my forehead and smiles at me as my eyes drift close, simply enjoying the soft, comforting feelings of this bed.

It is early the next morning when I awaken, Instructor nestled in beside me under our blankets. She's such a comforting presence, I can't help but plant soft kisses over her shoulders, neck, chest, and even one or two on her breasts. It isn't long before she begins to stir, and I pull away from her chest, an innocent, placid smile overtaking me.

"Good morning to you too, Doll," Instructor laughs, placing her hand on the back of my head and gently stroking my hair. Such a comforting touch, that I can't help but melt into as it renders me all the more pliant and relaxed. Instructor makes everything so easy. Like me, I'm very easy for her, my eyes fluttering closed as her hand lulls me into a state of submissive service.

"Ah, you're so cute," Instructor plants a kiss on my forehead, leaving me positively purring. "I'm very glad that you're mine, Doll." Her words leave me glowing with pride and bliss, my smile growing wider. We remain like that for a little while longer, Instructor's arms wrapped around me as we lay in our bed. Our peaceful bliss is interrupted however, by our morning alarm, calibrated to wake us up without being so loud as to be grating and distressing. Instructor reaches out and turns it off with a click.

"I suppose we should leave bed then, hmm?" I let my eyes open up now, looking up at Instructor and softly nodding. Part of me wants to remain like this for longer, but I am a Pilot, so I must give the correct answer and follow proper protocol. Instructor smiles down at me, petting my hair for a few moments longer before sitting up and removing the blankets that were covering us, stretching as she does. I look down at my body, and am reminded of the fact that I'm currently nude - unlike Instructor, who wears a comfortable looking set of nightclothes. Nude save for the bandages wrapped around my chest, of course, those will soon be removed though. I can tell already that the burns from the enemy mech's laser have healed. I push myself up into a sitting position, stretching just as Instructor just did.

"Shall we bathe, Instructor?" I ask, leaning into her space, letting her arms wrap around me.

"We should, you raise a good point, Doll." I smile, feeling nice and docile in her embrace, as she helps me stand. I probably don't need the help, but I'm a Doll - it's only natural that I rely on my Instructor. She guides me to our bathroom, then has me sit on the side of the bathtub, while she sets the water running and strips of her clothes.
"Have your burns healed?" Instructor asks, and I nod, so she begins tenderly, carefully removing the bandages. There's a slight discoloration where the burns were, but that's not an issue. Instructor smiles at me with affection, and gently guides me down into the bath, temperature already comfortable. She then joins me, sat behind me and wrapping her legs around my waist. Now, she begins cleaning me, rubbing the soap into my body so very softly, letting me melt into her touch as the warm water washes over my lower half. She does take more than a few opportunities to grope me, but I don't mind. I'm a Doll, and she's my Instructor, it's perfectly normal. I let this feeling of being docile wash over me, just as her hands and the water do. Besides, I've heard some from other Pilots what their Handlers get up to with them. A little bit of groping is nothing compared to what the Hounds enjoy. I find myself leaning back against Instructor, feeling her breasts against my back and sighing happily.

The remainder of the morning passes me by, a blissful blur of Doll docility.

But now, it's time for training
A part of me finds itself growing very excited about that. No, that's a lie - all of me feels excited. Instructor guides me into the pod, neural interface connecting to the port at the back of my neck and beginning to initialise as she secures the bindings. They're unnecessary really, my body is too well trained to thrash in pleasure. Really its use is to replicate the cockpit of my mech. We need to deal with G-forces out in the field, after all. Ah, but I'm distracted, the simulation is just waiting for me to indicate my readiness to begin.

Darkness envelops me, as the pod closes and the sensors of my simulated mech - no, as Our simulated sensors boot up. There is a slight disconnect between my mind and Our self, an intentional feature of the training pods. This is not truly Our body, merely a copy We are experiencing. It's apparently to better enable my mind to absorb and internalise the training, the instructions in Our auditory sensors, and the reinforcement from the pleasure my body feels.

But that doesn't matter right now.

What matters, is that our sensors are active. We can see our surroundings - an urban environment, bordering a forested region in which we are stood. More importantly, is that our sensors have picked up a Target. Instructor is starting strong today, skipping the warm up and giving us a mech upon which to feast right away. How lovely~

This first battle is brief, yet exhilarating nonetheless. The sound, the feeling of Our Assault Cannon firing is delicious. But the singular ring of a bell, as each shot lands on the target, is far more so. We cannot help but be conscious of the hits of chemical pleasure my body experiences with each

Thunk.

Ring~

Yet, it is over all too soon. The target was a small mech, defeated before our third shot could hit.
But, we still eliminated a target. We cannot help but notice, feel, as my body reaches its first orgasm of this training session. We will ensure it is far from the last.

The training continues for a bit, the opposing mechs gradually being increased in strength. Each hit, another blow of pleasure to my body, and each elimination an orgasm. Our assault cannon is lovely, but it doesn't quite compare to how it feels for our Hyperblade to slice into the vital components of a hostile target, of course followed by the ever-rewarding ring of that bell. Not to mention pulling it out, still slick with oil and coolant.

The session culminates in a 2v1 situation, a pair of hostile targets circling in on Our position, like vultures. A heavy and a medium, based on the size of their signatures. This will be quite enjoyable.
The battle winds up long and drawn out, as We rush out to target the medium mech. We trade a few blows before it retreats into the forested area, just about managing to outmaneuver Us long enough to head back into the urban area, where the heavy mech now waits. Its mobility is low, so our melee option will prove effective against it - if we get close enough.

Our fight continues on for a while, ultimately ending with both hostile targets eliminated, but our self in no position to continue fighting. The most important piece though, our cockpit, is still safe. Were this reality and not a simulation, the recovery team would easily be able to recover me from the wreckage. As it is however, the simulation is simply suspended, and my training pod begins to open.

"You did excellently, Doll," Instructor is already praising me as the pod finishes opening and I blink a few times. She helps disconnect me from the neural interface, before wrapping me in her embrace. I find myself melting, sinking and leaning eagerly into her touch. I smile against her, needing her help to properly stand after all of the orgasms my body experienced. Some would accuse me of losing count, but I object to those claims; a machine only stores information that helps it accomplish its purpose.

With my training session concluded, Instructor and I are free to leave. I rest my weight on her as we walk back to our living quarters - part of me wishing she would carry me instead. I guess I must have ended up saying that aloud at one point, because before I realise it I'm held in her arms, being carried. I nestle my head in close, against her chest and enjoying her softness.

Once we return, Instructor gives me some water to drink. Being the obedient Doll that I am, I comply. And then my brain goes a little bit fuzzy~
It's a nice, floaty feeling. One that's so very easy for me to enjoy, passively absorbing what I need to, and while drinking more water. I need to be hydrated, after that training session. Like usual, because I'm a Good Pilot who regularly accomplishes her assigned tasks!

I think Instructor has me eat her out for a bit. Maybe while she submits the report on my training? It's hard to remember, when my brain goes nice and fuzzy like this. I'm not allowed to use my hands, kneeling on a pillow and only permitted use of my mouth to pleasure her. I eagerly accept this assigned task, like a good Doll.
At some point - I certainly couldn't tell you how much time like this - Instructor places me into our bed, and kisses my forehead. Once again, she tells me to sleep for her.

The next morning begins much the same as usual, but before midday everything is thrown into chaos.
The alarms are sounding.
That means the Pilots are needed for an emergency operation.
Instructor rushes me to the mech bay, though I don't need her help for this - I'm so eager to be a Good Pilot, after all.

It isn't long before she's strapping me into my cockpit, before I connect myself to the neural interface. Briefly, everything goes dark, as my mind is integrated into Our mech. 
Then, Our sensor readings begin flooding in to my mind. I- no, We click into place. Our mind fitting into Our mech so naturally.
We are Pilot.
We are Machine.
We are Ready.

It only takes a few minutes for the rest of the Pilots to be ready, and for the final checks to be completed. Then, once we're given the green light by our Instructor, whose voice we can hear as she speaks to us, we launch. As a Pilot, We are able to focus only on our assigned task. Which is currently to reach the target destination. Our mind empties of all else, and time seems to fly as we approach. Before we know it, this task is complete. We know that our body hears a single ring of a bell, followed by feeling a rush of chemical pleasure, at the completion of a task. But that is not something we need to think about - it does not help us complete our assigned task. Which, as Instructor relays to us, is to rout the opposing force.

Immediately, we - our self and our fellow pilots - leap into action. Analysing the sensor signatures of our opponents, determining target priority and finding the closest ones. Our Hyperblade cleaves apart a vehicle carrying infantry, whilst we fire on a pair of armoured vehicles with our Assault Cannon.

It takes little time before we enter a flow state. Focusing only on our assigned task, on how to most efficiently complete it - including cooperation with our fellow Pilots. We fiercely fight the opposition, decimating their forces. We luxuriate in the feeling, no, the flavour of their oil and coolant as we penetrate opposing mechs with our Hyperblade. 
And with each target eliminated, we distantly know that there's a singular
Ring~
As our body is flooded with pleasure.
But our focus is absolute. That does not, can not distract us from our task. Elimination of each and every hostile entity.

This is what it means to be a Pilot. Total control, efficiency. Complete focus on nothing but our assigned task.

This is bliss.

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