Tonight, Liz would figure her damn game out…

That confident thought was all that echoed through Liz’s mind as she made her way to a final errand before… dealing with Bailey…

But before she could, she had another energetic little bird to worry about. Aoi. That girl needed to know her place next week, and Bailey’s private chat with her earlier wouldn’t cut it. Aoi needed the Liz touch, the kind of which Liz would ponder on her evening walk.

It wasn’t a long journey to the humble bunk Aoi Tarowaka called home. Corvis Base was a winding, massive network of buried hallways that Liz knew like the dashboard in her Whitehawk’s cockpit after this many years. It wasn’t knowledge that came in particularly useful in her casual time. She wasn’t knocking on bunks to meet for spontaneous chats, nor was she engaging in the kind of booty calling that her bunkmate frequently indulged in with low-ranking troops and high-ranking pilots alike.

Yet, here Liz was. Walking to Aoi’s bunk with the thoughts of future sexual engagements breaking into her mind semi-uninvited. This wasn’t like the version of herself she’d spent so long building up. It was wholly unlike Liz, the rebel hero.

A threesome with Aoi… How the hell did she let Bailey talk her into that? Liz could pretend to be offended and above it all… but that version of her was useless tonight. She needed to put Bailey in her place. She had to figure out what this was all for…

…could it be because Bailey was still… No, surely not…

But… maybe…?

She couldn’t let those thoughts cloud her. Not now. Never again. She was going to get answers from Bailey Cluanaire tonight, and the Nataliza Rayfield buried after their break-up in Chalybe City was needed to get the answer to a question Liz had been asking since the night after their… proper reunion with Sasha.

Why was Bailey doing all of this?

She’d find out… but first, Aoi was going to help her get her groove back. If Liz was going to engage in one of Bailey’s depraved suggestions, then she was going to do it her way. As Aoi’s superior.

Liz stood outside the sliding door of Aoi’s bunk. Even if she didn’t know the base’s layout like a nest she’d built by herself, the sign on the front of the hunk of steel that read, “Kitty inside, so please knock. thx <3,” was as good a tell as any that it was Aoi’s.

Liz was prepared. She’d accounted for every variable in play with the base’s resident computer genius. Aoi’s lack of boundaries, her friendly affection for Bailey compared to her professional candor for Liz, and even those grabby hands Ina had mentioned politely addressing in the past.

Nothing could surprise her.

Liz knocked on the door only a few moments after reading the sign. In and out in a minute. “Aoi? It’s Liz. I need to talk to you for a minute.” Liz brought out her stern commander voice. She was wearing a confident expression on her face. This would be easy.

“Oooh! Comiiing!” Liz heard Aoi’s loud, perky voice through the steel of her bunk’s door only a second later. She had to have been moving pretty quickly, given the door slid open barely three seconds after Liz spoke. No audible footsteps, either… almost like… “Hi, Liz! What’s up?” Liz was met with the bubbly, lightly beige-toned face of the rebels’ best comms girl before her thoughts could even settle.

Aoi was… odd. Arguably the galaxy’s best hacker and recon pilot simply appeared at their doorstep one day, rocking a grey, cybernetic left arm, weird hair, and a deep desire to, as Liz remembered it, “beat the fascists and meet hot girls!” Admirable, but Aoi’s long, pink hair and subtle, augmented plum purple and leaf green eyes weren’t what Liz’s eyes gravitated to.

You see, Aoi was unorthodox. Unorthodox in ways where Liz could spend weeks planning for an encounter with only to still be left surprised. “Ah… right…” Today’s flushed, quiet shock? Aoi greeted Liz in the very same outfit she was born in. Nothing. Absolutely zilch.

Fuck. All.

Liz should have expected it, and her eyes absolutely shouldn’t have been wandering the radio girl’s shapely figure, even for the brief few seconds they inevitably did. Bailey was many a thing, but the woman was no liar, at least not about a woman’s looks anyway…

Aoi was best described as a little scrawny. Not distractingly so; it more looked like a stronger metabolism than any kind of malnourishment. Contrasting Aoi’s short height and skinny build, though, was… nearly everything else. Her breasts were ample and supple. Smaller than her and Bailey’s more developed war chests, but the decently plump C-cups fit Aoi’s figure well.

What was, perhaps, a little more jarring was the equally ample, meaty pole of dick dangling between Aoi’s soft thighs. Definitely semi-erect, though for what reason Liz wasn’t going to begin to guess. Not even fully there yet, and it was as big as Bailey's. Fucking hell, Liz… Focus.

“Oh! Siiillly me! Should have gotten dressed before I opened the door, I think…” Liz didn’t believe one millisecond of Aoi’s obvious bullshit. If the singsong voice wasn’t a giveaway, that smug facsimile of an innocent smile sold the radio girl down the river. “I can throw something on… if you’re uncomfortable… Lizzy!” The smile. The tone. That damn nickname. Bailey got to her first, and this was some odd game the pink-haired exhibitionist was playing.

“Ahem…” No, Liz couldn’t be bothered by this. Not tonight. The Nataliza Rayfield she needed to be had to take this on the chin and be free of unfamiliar blushing. “No need at all. I just need to set some ground rules that Bailey obviously didn’t. Mind if I come in?” Professional and slick. Atta girl, Liz. No prudishness here. You could do this…

Now let’s see if she had to awaken more than just a relaxed drill sergeant in herself again…

“Kaaay!” Aoi practically skipped back into her bunk after a brief, unserious reply. Liz figured Aoi would be easier, but this might have been the price to pay for burying her social life for so long. All that pondering as Liz strolled here, and the only thing it truly revealed to Liz was that she knew precisely nothing about her. Maybe Liz could learn about the perky hacker with a bit of environmental analysis...

While Aoi made a beeline for her comfy desk chair, Liz’s eyes curiously looked around at her comrade’s bunk, lit in a dim shade of purple by some custom ceiling lights installed above. It was quite pretty, actually. Maybe Bailey could still sell her on some kind of patterned starry lighting for their bunk… Thoughts for another day…

Strangely, the bunk wasn’t half the mess that Liz thought it would be. It was cramped, sure. Any bunk on this base was. Yet, beyond a few miscellaneous drone parts, wires, tools, and a pair of goggles cast haphazardly on Aoi’s dresser, it was spotless. No wonder Bailey enjoyed hanging out with Aoi as much as she did. A clean room with a weird, unbreakable chickadee of a woman? Exactly Bailey’s type.

Wait, hang on. Was that a bowl of cat food near Aoi’s dresser? Aoi actually had a cat? A real one? On base? Liz figured it was some joke she didn’t get or innuendo that had flown past her. But, no! Aoi had a regularly cleaned litterbox in the corner of the room, with a cat bed not far from it.

When Liz’s eyes finally moved to Aoi’s bed… “Mwaoh.” There it was! A cat! The white-and-orange-furred beast, wearing a collar that confirmed its name as Willow, lay lazily on the hacker’s soft, pink bed. It looked smug, but one couldn’t blame the cat for relishing its position. It was the only beast on this base truly capable of long-term relaxation.

Before Liz could ponder the strange bliss of being a weird girl’s prized pet, Aoi spun her chair around and grinned. “Willow, meet Lizzy! Lizzy, meet Willow!” Still with the damn nickname in her cheery, airy voice. That wouldn’t do at all, but Liz needed to take her time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

“I knew pets were technically allowed, but you really managed to smuggle a cat in here? How?” Professionalism was important, but building a rapport here may allow Liz to claim a piece of the control Bailey had over Aoi. And it was nice. That too.

“I brought Willow with me when she was a kitty! They let me keep her because I said I might explode without her!” Aoi spoke with a level of dead seriousness betrayed by her near-omnipresent smile and light tone. Maybe Liz got her appeal a little bit… “Soooo… What’s Lizzy here for? If ya came to do a room inspection, I already hid my dirty comic books from the last one. Perv!” Liz almost got her appeal. Almost.

Sad as it was, giving Willow ear scritches would have to wait until another night. Liz turned around and slowly marched to Aoi’s desk to, ideally, use her height to assert some status over the base’s computer wiz. The move also gave her a chance to properly view Aoi’s two monitors. The right displayed a programming window that Liz couldn’t even begin to comprehend, while the left appeared to be a paused frame from a cartoon.

Liz gave it a closer look for a second and gathered that the lavishly dressed evil witch and the bowing, nude magical… boy? Or were they a flat girl?

That part was tough to discern beyond the presence of something twitching between their legs, but she’d garnered they were enemies and gathered that the witch had hypnotized the sugary-haired anime character into subservience. “Right… I assume I wasn’t interrupting any important work, then?” Liz could pretend to judge, but even she knew there wasn’t much effort to avert her eyes from the screen…

“Nope! Just workin’ on drone stuff while I watch the new Magical Transformation Tour ep!” Aoi beamed up at Liz with an innocent smile betraying the throbbing pole between her legs and the hypnotized magical person about to engage in depravity on her screen. “Caramel’s gonna realize she’s a girl this arc. I know it. Bailey knows it. The evil witch is doing nothing wrong!!!” Yet more beaming was met with a confident huff of presumed intense media literacy.

Well, well. Bailey Cluanaire really did have hobbies beyond banging recruits and jeering Liz. The rebel star took a mental note of Bailey’s media tastes and moved her gaze to Aoi’s eyes. Only the eyes. That other thing didn’t even exist, Liz. “Well, that’s wonderful, Aoi. I didn’t come here to watch cartoons with you, though…” Liz hoped Aoi would get the hint without a need to spell it out.

“Duh. You’re here to chat about me and Bailey fucking you silly next week, Lizzy!!!” Oh, Aoi got the hint, alright. Perhaps a little too well, honestly. Come on, Liz. You’ve got this.

“Excuse me, but that’s not at all how next week is going to go?” Shaky reply, Liz. The blushing? That was bad, too. She wasn’t going to get anywhere if she kept up this act of shame and sexual purity. That wasn’t the Liz she needed to be tonight. Stop being a damn prude Liz. That isn’t you.

“Not what Bailey saaaaid!” Liz absolutely did not have this right now. Aoi’s smile pierced through whatever drill sergeant game she was running, and she hadn’t even finished speaking. “You’re a bottom that loves girls with dicks, right? It’s gonna be exactly that! Don’t feel bad, I like when girls think I’m hot!!!” The bubbly earnestness in Aoi’s teasing made Liz want to dismantle Bailey like a piece of cheap furniture. This wouldn’t do. The prudish sergeant wasn’t her. None of this was her.

Not a bottom.

Not a damn chaser.

Professionalism wouldn’t work. Outside a mission, there wasn’t a professional bone in Aoi’s body…

…Liz knew what to do. It all came back to her in a flood of decades-old memories mostly featuring her stupid, gorgeous… partner!

She knew how to deal with girls like this. Cocky girls in bars. Confident soldiers who didn’t know what authority meant. And none of that came from being the pure hero of the rebel cause tonight.

She didn’t need to break Aoi… “Let me make this clear…” …Liz just needed to show her why she’s the apex predator on this base with a show of disciplined confidence and domineering words.

Not Bailey Cluanaire.

Not Aoi Tarowaka.

Nataliza Rayfield.

“Mhmmm?” Aoi’s eyes made contact with Liz’s purplish pools, but her tone didn’t initially shift, even as the ace’s gloved left hand made firm contact with Aoi’s shoulder. Nothing violent, of course. It was just a little pressure. Enough to keep the less toned radio girl in her chair if she tried to move.

“Bailey gets some leeway with me. She’s a peer. I’ve known her longer than you’ve been able to speak. But Aoi…” Liz’s tone shifted from that of a professional superior to something… different.

“Oh, hi!!!” Aoi caught on to it fast, a smile still plastered on her face while Liz’s other hand beelined for another target. Avert your eyes, Willow!

Swiftly and precisely, Liz’s gloved fingers had wrapped around the twitchy dick Aoi so casually showed off. “You need to get it in your head that you’re not her.” Her hand operated with a similar attitude to Liz’s stern, cold words. “And you’re certainly not me, soldier.” With the same intent as Liz’s words, each subtle stroke of Aoi’s soon fully erect length was considerate, yet passionless. More work than fun. More discipline than foreplay…

…but there was a growing smile on Liz’s face all the same.

It was tough to immediately ascertain if any of this was affecting Aoi, obviously. Bailey had mentioned her latent unbreakability, and Aoi’s face still grinning up at Liz might have been a bad omen. “Ohhh, I g-get it!!!” Aoi’s voice stuttered slightly; a gloved hand lightly edging your cock with the precision of precise flight stick maneuvering was a recipe for little, breathy moans, but she pulled through. “Bailey’s the loud and proud slut. You’re like a cool, hot secret dominatrix or s-something! Cool…!” Not exactly the answer Liz was hankering for, but the change in opinion was a start. It was better than being seen as Bailey’s toy…

…but Liz didn’t come here for a mediocre start.

“You’re getting there… but that tone is still pissing me off.” Liz’s smirk might have betrayed those words a small bit, but the sudden leaning of her face towards Aoi’s was still a tactic that brought out a less smug and more intrigued smile from her subordinate. “In battle, we very well might be equals. In here, though?” Liz’s hand slipped away from Aoi’s throbbing slab of girl meat, her face sitting a mere few inches from the bouncy girl while the smile grew. “You’re going to do what I say. Aren’t you? You’re going to understand your place with us. Aren’t you?” Liz felt a rush before she even got a response from Aoi. She missed this. She missed the assertion of dominance in a way Bailey couldn’t manage.

This was what she needed to be tonight, if a little more aggressive with tonight’s main event.

“Shoulda teased you sooner!” Not a great reply from Aoi. She was still cocky and still grinning, but her eyes made a sort of obedient feeling contact with Liz a moment later. “I get ya loud and clear, ma’am! You and Bailey are the hot, freaky leather dommes, and I’m your humble third wheel with a big dick!” It was a more… vulgar and blunt affirmation than preferred, but Aoi was both a terrible liar and couldn’t keep a secret plan to save her life. Merry and depraved or not, Liz saw this as a win.

…

It wasn’t entirely like Aoi was wrong, anyway…

“Now was that so hard… cadet~?” Liz may have been getting a little carried away in the return of her old, dominant persona. Perhaps she’d earned some light indulgence before getting the truth from Bailey. Only fair that her indulgence included her hand returning to firm, skilled stroking of Aoi’s leaky cock, too, hm? “And if Bailey comes in here before our threesome to convince you otherwise…?” Was it not fair for Liz to enjoy herself after fifteen years of staunch professionalism? She’d earned some light, scary-sounding teasing, hadn’t she now~?

She could confront why that voice in her head sounded so much like Bailey another time. Liz deserved to enjoy this!

“Mhnf!” Aoi was still smiling like an invincible jackass, but the heightening pitch and increasing frequency of her vivacious moans showed that she wasn’t inhuman. This was working. “I’ll s-saaaay I respect her, but tell her you’re both freaky dommes I’m gonna listen to. Not just h-her~!” Again, not quite the professional admittance of subordination and loyalty the rebel star had in mind, but she was satisfied. Very satisfied.

Aoi and Bailey had their similarities, and needing to settle for the odd ways they submitted was a clear one. “I think you can put it better than that…” Not clear enough for Liz to resist the urges building up inside, though. She could push this a little further; Aoi was weird enough for it. “I’m fine doing this the nice way… but let’s make one thing clear, soldier…” Liz’s hand trailed down to the base of Aoi’s dick while speaking in a near-whisper. Her digits didn’t settle there; no, they had a target.

Well… two targets, really…

“O-Ohhhkay! Go, Liz!!!” Aoi wasn’t as fazed by the hand suddenly grabbing her heavy balls with perhaps a small deal too much force as Liz wanted, but her cheekiness brought Liz a confident smile all the same. Like a lesser version of Bailey, Aoi’s invulnerability was addicting…

But the show had to end eventually. “...If I need to break something to get through that head of yours… Then they’ll break.” With their close distance kept, Liz gave Aoi a death glare matching the sharpness of her vocal tone. Her hand squeezed at Aoi’s balls with enough force for it to smart, but not quite enough to really hurt. It was doubtful Aoi felt pain like most anyway, but this was only a light status assertion…

Liz could save the real roughhousing for Bailey…

“Tooootally g-get it, Liz! You and Bailey have really good grips…~!” That probably confirmed Liz’s theory about Aoi and pain, along with Bailey’s… activities with her. Thankfully it was apparent from Aoi’s voice and less smug smile that the message had gotten through… almost.

“See? That wasn’t hard, was it?” Liz couldn’t mask the Bailey-like smirk adorning her face as it finally leaned away from Aoi’s cheerful visage. Her hand wasn’t done, though, giving a slightly firmer squeeze to Aoi’s plump, soft nuts with some final words on the matter. “And that’s Nataliza to you. Now give me a salute!” It felt good. It felt so, so good not to be Liz, the good, perfect poster girl, for just a moment. She felt pure bliss just letting the mask down one-on-one with someone…

She kind of fucking hated that Bailey was right about that…

“Kay!” Aoi let out something resembling a moan at the ball squeezing but saluted with a near-terrifying level of unfazed clarity to Liz. She was still grinning toothily. She was still controlling herself, but she knew her place. Liz fully understood why Bailey liked Aoi now. Unbreakable, but agreeable. “Sooo… Ya gonna finish me off, Nataliza~?” Fun. Aoi was fun. Liz saw that now.

“Mh… I think that depends, cadet…” Liz wore a smile cheekier than anyone other than a younger Bailey may have ever seen. Her gloved hand left the hacker’s balls and performed one small stroke from the base of Aoi’s cock to its very tip. “Should I, hm?” And there it held while Liz coaxed some obedience from her subordinate.

“So much like Bailey…” Liz didn’t appreciate that cheery muttering under Aoi’s breath, but she had no reason to correct that comparison. If Aoi saw them both as above her in the food chain, that was enough for the hawk. “I dunnooooo… Seems like that’s up to you, boss!!!” Cheery, upbeat, and obviously playing a game in the same fashion that Liz was… but it was obedience all the same.

“You’re learning. Good answer.” Liz rewarded Aoi’s understanding of the dynamic with a handjob containing a slight deal more warmth. It wasn’t the smooth, silky work Bailey tended to give a girl. Liz didn’t get her kicks from being that woman. Bailey was a seductress. Nataliza was a professional, and the smooth, workman-like moves of her leathery hand up and down Aoi’s pulsating girlcock only served to make that undeniable. Liz was no damn prude, and it was time to stop acting like one. That was how she would get the truth out of Bailey.

Along with something more gooey from Aoi. “O-Only cumming so fast because you caught me when Caramel was about to suck her dick, by the way!!! I’ll last waaay l-longer next week~!” Liz had to stifle a character-ruining giggle at Aoi’s words of a looming cumfest. Suppose Bailey could probably only stomach watching a show if a hot chick facefucks a magical… something in it.

More ammo for later with Bailey, far greater ammo to use now. “You’ll last however long we tell you to last next week… Speaking of…” Liz’s hand kicked into phase three of her spontaneous jerkoff session. Fast, expert strokes and squeezes focused on the sensitive head of Aoi’s mighty cock. “I have a busy night coming up, cadet… Wrap this up~.” The sparks of enjoyment and life Liz felt were starting to bleed into both Liz’s words and formerly uniform handjob, but she didn’t care. She was no prude, and it’s not like Aoi had gotten deeply into character anyway.

Part of Liz questioned how Aoi was supposedly revered as a dom around the base, at least as far as Bailey put it. So agreeable. Such a yes woman. “Kaaay, but I was gonna do that anyway!” Yet, her tone was identical to how it was when Liz knocked on her door. Liz very well could have started jerking her off at the door, and she’d undoubtedly take it in stride. That’s why Bailey and Sasha liked her. “Cumming!!!” Well… that was probably some of it… but Aoi had another quick surprise up her sleeve.

“Huh…” Liz watched with some obvious surprise as Aoi’s needy dick shot out rope after rope of gooey, hot cum all over her own body. None of that cumming a few droplets Bailey used to do when they’d first met. If Aoi wanted to breed a girl, it was clear she had the means to do it, and those means were being plastered all over her soft chest and perky face in what nearly amounted to a self-performed bukake. Guess those dangly balls of hers weren’t just for show.

Yet another damn thing that she and Bailey, at least nowadays, shared in common. If Aoi were meaner and looked a little more like Liz’s type, she’d almost be a match for the ex-merc she… felt confusing emotions for.

“Good work, Aoi. I like a partner who doesn’t waste my time.” That was a half-truth that Liz cheekily smiled her way through. Her… partner… was the greatest time sink a piloting license could get you… and look what she’d just done to get into the mindset that bitch needed. “Consider that a training exercise. Cum that fast without me asking next week, and I won’t be happy.” Liz’s hand left Aoi’s cum-slicked, softening girl meat, followed by the pressuring limb pulling away from Aoi’s shoulder. That work was done.

“You… phew… and Bailey both, right? It’s cuuute how alike you two are!” Unfazed by the cumshots fired all over her own face and tits, Aoi beamed up at Liz with a continued air of cheekiness. Cheekiness that Liz… didn’t hate?

That was a trip.

“If it gets you to know your place with me, Aoi, you think that.” Liz let her character wash away a little as she strolled off toward the bunk’s exit. A certain smile grew on her face, though. An evil little grin. A grin nobody other than Bailey had seen in fifteen years. “But believe me. Piss me off… and I’ll make Bailey look like your cute little kitten over there. She’s not the scary one~.” Liz stood at Aoi’s open door with that smile shining menacingly in the pink-haired hacker’s direction.

“Hot! You got it, Nataliza~!!!” Aoi responded with casual cheekiness, a salute, and her headphones already slipping back on. Less than a minute after cumming a storm, she was back to her weird porn cartoons.

Liz got why Bailey liked her. Fun freak that one was… but Aoi was irrelevant now. Bailey was on her mind again, and with a more relaxed strut than she had worn all day… all month even, Liz left Aoi to her devices, her weird gender-bending brainwashing porn, and the cleaning of her orgasm.

Aoi was a useful appetizer, but it was time for the main course. It was time to show Bailey that Nataliza Rayfield hadn’t turned into some easy pushover.

It was time for the truth.