What a week, eh? Or, no, it had been more than a week. Closer to two by now, right?

Time had become a bit of a blur for Sierra since Liz’s nabbing. Not the fun kind of blur, either. That kind, blur born out of good times with those you love? Barring that calming dinner with her friends and allies earlier, they had been extremely scarce.

Sierra had worked up to her eyeballs since that night in her bunk with Aoi, and wasn’t exactly sitting on her ass messing around with Ina before that either.

It was odd. The wealth of information they had about Erin Lavern and the plan to swipe her from that Orsus outpost should have been a comfort. Should have made the job easier too, eh? Yet the more Sierra found out about tomorrow’s mess, the less she liked it.

There was more comfort in not knowing exactly how rescuing Liz would play out, as funny as that sounded. The more Sierra knew, the more she was worrying about balancing a potential disaster and making sure nobody else got hurt from it.

Was it more or less comforting the third in her endless set of leadership tasks, Sasha and Ina’s false flag munitions attacks back on Ansa, were something she couldn’t monitor? Strangely, Sierra knew it was the former. Sasha had a good head on her shoulders despite it all, and Ina was the best tactician Sierra had ever met.

God, what she wouldn’t have given to have Ina here with her now. Minerva was no slouch, and that shoulder to lean on for Lavern and Liz’s rescues both was worth plenty… but after that disaster back on Ansa, Sierra was sensing another mess on her hands.

This all sounded too simple, and with Aoi’s… revelation to Sierra while dinner was cooking still fresh in her mind…

…

No. Sierra had spent the better part of two weeks in her head about this. She’d fought dutifully to keep it to herself, as stupid as she knew that was. This was her mistake, and it was hers to fix, right?

…

That was stupid too. Truly, insanely stupid. After everything that happened with Ina and Sasha, she knew letting her emotions rot to appear unbendable was dumb. Hell, it was spineless, too.

But what did Sierra know? If she questioned herself more, Liz wouldn’t be in some kind of sick, unimaginable Hell right now. Ina would undoubtedly disagree with this mindset, but if Sierra hadn’t screwed all this up, Ina wouldn’t be mourning the kidnapping of Liz, and Sierra would still be there with her…

They both would be…

Sierra’s mind was battering between these topics like a balls to the wall, winner takes all battlebot fight, but if Sierra was good at one thing…

“C-Crap. Where’d Aoi even find you…?”

…it was multitasking.

While Sierra flitted through her thoughts like a messy table of blueprints and part numbers, she was also bouncing lightly on a thick, pink, silicone dildo resting precariously on her temporary bed. Her mattress may have been stiff as a board, but at least it was useful for this one very specific task.

“H-Ha~.”

Sierra hadn’t broken much of a sweat yet, though. Smooth, premium silicone bashing against her tight, wet walls and getting almost deep enough to kiss her womb was good. It was some real necessary stress relief, no doubts there.

“Unf!”

Sierra’s moans, however, weren’t quite as subtle as her rhythmic, controlled dildo bouncing. She had enough self-control not to be screaming against the walls, but when a scandalously borrowed sex toy was making her leak like a faucet in tandem with a bit of clit teasing with her hand…

…Well, even a girl with Bailey’s levels of freakish control wouldn’t be dead silent.

“Ah!”

While Sierra was near-silent beyond her moans, her thoughts were still as loud and vivid as ever, even as her hips began bucking more hastily against the thick, plastic cock giving her some cheap relief.

Ina wasn’t leaving her mind tonight. Sierra knew that. She knew her girlfriend would be dominating her thoughts in such a fashion that sleep already seemed impossible.

Sierra could get lost in grief about being so far from her home and lover, along with causing the girl the kind of emotional distress she’d promised she never would. She could let the slight fear of not making it home to her little chicken consume her thoughts and make any kind of stress relief before tomorrow’s mess impossible.

…

Or, maybe a little selfishly, she could turn those pounding, negative thoughts and silly desires that Ina was here to help with these missions in person into… different thoughts about her girlfriend being here right now.

…

Sierra knew doing all this before a mission was probably a little irresponsible. There was a difference between her being a pervert while thinking about her naked girlfriend and Bailey doing it. There was an expectation that Sierra was more professional. 

More… normal?

Sierra had spent long enough around Liz to know those expectations were bullshit. They dragged you down until you couldn’t take it anymore. If Bailey had done one good thing back on Corvis Base, it was getting that woman out of her shell for the first time in a decade.

Yeah, Sierra knew she didn’t give a crap about being seen as professional, and reminding herself about it let her relish in fantasies of Ina Ymari being here more… intimately.

Picturing her smooth, amber-colored figure as naked as the day she was born was a fine start that got Sierra bouncing a little more unevenly on the borrowed phallus below her.

What Sierra wouldn’t give to run her hand through the girl’s soft, conditioned white hair. To untie it and let those beautiful, icy locks frame her gorgeous face and precious, augmented pink and white eyes even more perfectly. All while Ina spoke some shy, loving, slightly perverted words about how badly she wanted to be with Sierra in return.

Christ, she was perfect…

Sierra could feel a slight trail of drool from her bottom lip as she pictured her hands warmly groping her girlfriend’s deceptively model-esque body. Her right hand toying with one of those cute tits, while the other would cup one of Ina’s doughy, gelatin-like ass cheeks.

Everything about that girl was heavenly, inside and out.

But, as Sierra began really working her ass up and down on the hefty, silicone cock edging towards kissing her womb, she knew one trait of Ina’s dominated her horny brain more than any other.

That stupidly enormous length between her legs…

Those heavy, dangling cum tanks swaying with them when the girl got out of her clothes and tried to tease Sierra…

God, Sierra needed that girl’s dick bad. It has been weeks since she’d felt her girlfriend’s shockingly fat, long cannon plow her like nobody else could. There were good substitutes for Ina’s enormous, addictive cock, of course. Some on this ship, even. But no dildo, not even one that had Sierra moaning a little louder than she planned to, could begin to compete with Ina.

Ina’s cock was thick enough that Sierra had to put some real effort into successfully wrapping a hand around it. Even more effort was needed for those couple of blowjobs Sierra had given the girl in her workshop. Owed her a few of those when she got home.

“C-Crap… Ina!” Sierra couldn’t help but moan her girlfriend’s name as more lewd images dominated her focused mind.

God, to feel her girl inside her again. To feel her strap inside that tight little ass again. Sierra still couldn’t believe Ina nearly fit her strap and Aoi’s dick inside her at the same time. Might be worth trying that again the next time they’re alone during chess club, if Aoi was good.

…

As wonderful as thinking about every micro-detail of Ina’s face, body, and personality was, Sierra had made the dumb mistake of thinking about Aoi.

How was she holding up? Was she going to head back to their shared bunk soon?

Did Sierra remember to lock their door?

Two of those questions would be answered sooner than Sierra expected. She felt a chill. A familiar chill.

The kind of chill she felt when she was being watched by someone dangerous.

Instinctively, Sierra looked behind her, seeing an open door that clearly either wasn’t locked or was unlocked silently by the only other person tied to its biometric scanner.

She could have sworn she saw a smile in the shadows, but before she could even stop her hips’ instinctive dildo bouncing, a nude figure stepped out from those shadows and into her bunk…

“Hiii! Didn’t interrupt anything too private, did I?” Aoi asked with a tone blurred between innocence and the most overt, scheming arousal Sierra had heard in her thirty-two years of life.

The throbbing, semi-erect cock and completely ass naked figure kinda made the second reading the only one that mattered, though.

“Ch-Christ! I mean…” Sierra was taken aback in a rare fit of surprise from her. Aoi’s behavior wasn’t exactly unfamiliar to her, but with Sierra as locked in on Ina fantasizing as she was, the pink-haired pixie got a jump out of her.

“If you need to finish I can toootally wait! Or you could help me with this while I tell you something importaaant~!” Aoi’s dulcet voice sang its words in the same tone as before. That and the idle swinging Aoi was already doing with her somehow rock hard length made it clear she’d been watching and scheming for a while.

Girl was lucky she was cute.

And Ina’s best friend.

“Hang on.” Sierra spoke calmly, catching her breath in between words before pulling herself off of Aoi’s slick, sticky dildo. A moment later and Aoi’s view had shifted from Sierra’s ample, muscular backside to her well toned, sweaty front side.

No point being embarrassed about that. She, Ina, and Aoi had seen enough of each other nude that even Ina couldn’t be embarrassed about it anymore. Workouts. Showers. Other crap.

By now, blushing would just be performative. Modesty would be downright silly.

“Important crap first. Is it about tomorrow?” Sierra’s voice remained calm as ever, even as Sierra was granted the fine view of Aoi’s nudity in all its curvy, skinny, and surprisingly cared-for glory.

She was no Ina. Who was, right? But that didn’t stop Sierra from drinking in the view while she returned to her serious, mission planning mode.

“You betcha!” Aoi smiled brightly, obviously and shamelessly taking in the sight of Sierra’s well-built body with the same unabashed lust, and a little less subtlety in her gazing. Though her eyes did contain some odd level of solemness when her mouth opened again. “So there’s no way around it. Sasha’s Handler is gonna be there exactly when we are. She’s got a meeting with the outpost’s commander to the east, then one with Erin Lavern to the west. Wouuuldn’t be surprised if you or Scotch run into her…” Aoi seemed to know this wasn’t going to be news she could deliver with her typical airiness, but Sierra did appreciate her more optimistic tone compared to Minerva. No offense intended.

Or Kern. Some offense intended

“Right, and we can’t afford to put this off any longer. We need that guard formation to pull this off…” Sierra scratched her chin with her left hand, trying to think up routes around an encounter with Liz’s escape artist kidnapper.

Much like the last few days of planning, none came to mind. It was like the woman, the Devil of Radix as Bailey eventually informed her she went by, had covered every angle to ensure she was in the way tomorrow.

It felt like a trap…

But, could Sierra properly gauge one of those after walking Liz into one? Hell, Lark and Aoi were almost grabbed too.

…

That’s why it was her ass that had to be on the line this time.

It had to be.

“You’re reaaally sure you wanna do this tomorrow, Sierra?” Aoi, like she was reading the recessed thoughts of Sierra’s mind, asked about them with that innocent, gentle smile that betrayed the glaring she was giving Sierra’s tits. “We’ve got a few hundred mail girls besides Scotch. They could totally do this for us, right?” Aoi, cute and unmistakably horny as she was, had the slightest tinge of concern in her bouncy voice.

And in her eyes.

While she stared at Sierra’s abs.

Hey, Sierra appreciated the sentiment at least!

“Nah, I got this, Aoi. Promise.” Sierra kept her cool, but she knew there were nerves about this mission from her and her comrades both. She may have felt like she had to take this risk as penance, but she also knew there weren’t a whole lot of other options. “We need someone we trust who can keep their cool and deviate from the script if they need to, eh? Minerva said she couldn’t. Bailey’s damn near as recognizable as Liz. And you…” Sierra blanked out for a rare few moments, trailing off long enough to move Aoi’s gaze from her ample breasts to her avoidant eyes.

“I could totally do it! The UA doesn’t know what I look like, and I can hit cameras with EMPs on command!” Aoi beamed an adorably infectious smile at Sierra and wiggled the fingers of her cybernetic forearm which dominated most of that left limb’s space. “Pluuus, wouldn’t it be a good idea to have Scotch paired with someone more like her? Might make things easier, huh? Huuuh?” Sierra couldn’t tell if that eager request was a genuine attempt to help her out of a sticky situation, or if Aoi was just angling to spend a little more time with her long distance friend.

When Aoi took a seat next to Sierra, gentle smile in tow, though, she knew it was primarily the former.

…

Primarily. Sierra knew this girl well. She was always this insistent to go on missions with Ina too.

Jesus, who could blame her, eh?

“Probably a bad idea, girl. Ya were right in Scotch and Bailey’s ears durin’ that raid last week. If there’s a chance of her recognizing your voice, you’re at risk. Way less familiar with fightin’ in a mech suit, too. Not a chance.” Sierra smiled warmly at Aoi, resting a hand on the girl’s plush and giving her eyes a cocky stare… before they quickly looked away again. “Besides, if somethin’ goes wrong tomorrow. If I didn’t think all this through again tomorrow. It’s gotta be my ass on the line, Aoi…” Sierra’s eyes remained avoidant of Aoi’s, which Sierra already knew her energetic friend wasn’t going to begin allowing to happen.

She anticipated some kind of debate with Aoi, though, and that was a little foolish of her. Aoi was caring. She was supportive. Hell, sometimes she was real invasive of your privacy.

But Sierra knew there wasn’t an argumentative or aggressive bone in that girl’s body.

Reminded her of Ina, honestly. No wonder they got along so well.

“You’re totally sure this is the right call, Sierra? Ya thought this through and everything? I trust ya, but I’m not letting ya do something that rips you away from my bestie. Kay?” Aoi, as expected, didn’t push the issue further than necessary, smiling away at Sierra enough that their eyes met again not long after she stopped speaking.

Aoi was right, of course. Her life was just as valuable as Liz’s, and dying in the pursuit of reuniting Bailey with her girlfriend was a goal she wasn’t pursuing.

If she had to, she would. But she had no damn intention of it.

“Spent the past two weeks thinkin’ about it. Never been more sure of anythin’ than makin’ sure I do all I can to get Liz home. And that doctor chick, too, I guess.” Sierra teased and gave Aoi a more energetic smile. Said smile faded again before too long, but her gaze towards Aoi’s eyes didn’t. “Honestly, I’ve spent so long thinkin’ about everythin’ that could go wrong tomorrow that I’d just like to not think about any of it for a bit before we sleep.” She was earnest in that desire. Even just chatting about some plans she had for Lark’s new mech suit would have been bliss compared to picturing a friendly chat with The Devil herself.

Buuut, Sierra knew she’d thrown Aoi a juicy, flirty bone, and if that was what the pixie viewed as an hour without thinking about it all, a still dripping wet, sweaty Sierra wasn’t going to say no.

“I have an ideaaa~!” Aoi, like clockwork, planted herself backwards onto Sierra’s stiff, pink bed. Her cock, still throbbing away at full mast despite their lengthy conversation, stood proud in the air like a sternly built flagpole.

“Does that idea involve the strap ya brought with ya, by any chance?” Sierra felt like she knew the direction Aoi was going here, smirking away at her to further display that confidence to her friend. Aoi had her preferences, and Sierra knew a little casual pounding and getting jacked off by a friend were top of that priority list.

“Ooooh fun! Not today, though!” Aoi grinned back at Sierra with a mischievous look adorning her kinda naturally mischievous face. Her cybernetic hand idly stroked her cock in Sierra’s view, likely expecting to and definitely succeeding in making her friend stare at that meaty length while she spoke. “I heard you moaning Ina’s name a bunch, y’know? I know I’m not her… but I aaam only an inch smaller than her~!” Aoi was beaming up at a still sitting Sierra like she could read the engineer’s mind.

She kinda could, honestly, though Ina was irreplaceable in bed. Not just because she was the girl of Sierra’s wettest dreams, either. As much as that helped.

Ina had a quiet, sweet desire to please that hid a kinky, horny goofball underneath when the right partner arose. Aoi was mostly just the latter.

And with every partner.

…

Eh, like Sierra was even considering saying no. Aoi may not have been Ina, but she was a close second.

Maybe third. Sasha was damn flexible during that threesome. 

And those thighs…

Fuck, Sierra had to make it home after this mess.

“An inch and a third, girl. But nice try~.” Sierra smirked, picking up the dildo still resting by the bottom of the bed and lightly bapping it against Aoi’s cheek before placing the phallus on her nightstand.

Aoi’s immediate response was to stick her tongue out in Sierra’s direction, followed up by the pink-haired pixie opening her mouth to speak. Was there anything she could say that might still have surprised Sierra, though?

“Can’t scare me with my throat practice dildo, Sierra!” Somehow, Aoi pulled it off.

Her grin was so innocent.

Her tone was so casual.

Aoi’s entire demeanor screamed that this was a normal thing undeserving of any kind of reaction.

…

Yeah, surprise aside, Sierra kind of liked it, actually. It wasn’t like Aoi fitting something almost as big as her forearm down her throat was a revelation, either.

…

Huh, maybe Aoi was why Ina had no gag reflex. There was a thought to finger herself to some time.

Before Sierra could reply to Aoi’s own tease, though, her friend was already opening her mouth again.

“So are we screwing around or whaaat? I can’t help you out with your Ina needs if you just stand there~!” Aoi’s impatience was precious, but also valid given the obvious answer Sierra was about to give her.

Again, certainly no Ina, but she’d damn well do on a night like this.

“Yeah, you’re right. I could do with the release. Lookin’ like ya need it too, eh?” Sierra grinned down at her similarly grinning friend while she opened the drawer to her nightstand, rooting through it until she found what she was looking for. “You’ll be needin’ that, too!” Sierra’s grin stayed sharp, cocky, and turned a bit playful as she tossed a single packaged condom onto Aoi’s chest.

“You’re lucky you’re really hot, because you’re so boriiing~!” Aoi teased back at Sierra with a complaint she knew was only half serious.

Maybe two thirds serious? Sierra knew the girl liked her creampies, after all.

“Y’know, it’s not really fair that I have to wear this while Ina doesn’t! Just sayiiing.” Aoi spoke with yet more playful vigor aimed at Sierra and her presumed biases both, though it didn’t land quite as cutely for the engineer as the last one.

Guess there was no time like the present for this, eh?

“Well… Ina doesn’t need to wear ‘em. She can’t… ya know.” While Sierra was shaken by very little, she was finding it a little difficult to put into exact words what she meant by that. She kind of had to hope Aoi could read the room about it.

Crap, was not just taking that little jab in stride and leaving this for another day ruining the mood?

“Ohhh. Right. Sorry! Forgot!” Aoi thankfully managed to read the room and imply Ina had already done this big reveal some other time.

Sierra almost forgot they actually chatted and played chess at that chess club most of the time. Easy mistake to make, eh?

The next few moments fortunately went without any other social messes. Aoi, with only slight trouble, slipped that orange condom around her dick without snapping it this time; proving that Sierra could eyeball condom sizes after all.

Aoi followed that up by tapping her lap with her right hand and grinning.

It was an odd grin, though.

Horny? Oh yeah, Aoi wasn’t even capable of looking like she wasn’t about to pull her skirt down ninety-nine percent of the time. Sierra liked the boldness of that, especially as a girl fond for doing work topless when it wasn’t a health risk.

There was something gentle about it too, though. That gentle aura only becoming more clear in its intent when Aoi opened her mouth a moment later.

“Ya don’t have to talk about it, but it’s okay if you’re hurting about missing Ina! I get it! I really miss her too.” Aoi’s grin only became more gentle, and her voice was nearly devoid of her omnipresent lustful undertones. “We don’t haaave to fuck about it if you don’t want to, either. Swear!” Her follow-up sounded even more genuine, though Sierra was good enough at deciphering Aoi’s facial expressions to sense a little potential disappointment.

Aoi, however, had also clearly gotten damn good at deciphering Sierra, too.

Mostly~.

“Aoi, if we don’t fuck around for a few I’m goin’ right back to that dildo when ya leave!” Sierra more than happily shot down Aoi’s second sweet concern with a playful, flirty jab, already climbing back up onto her bed and beelining it for Aoi’s lap before the jab had even finished.

The first part, though…

Fuck, Aoi was more right than she knew…

Eh, screw it. If Bailey could pour some of her heart out over dinner, then Sierra could be honest with Aoi in private. No better time than moments away from bouncing on the girl’s cock until her pelvis was dust, right? It was when Sierra did her best thinking, after all.

Sasha and Ina taught her that one.

“It’s not just that I miss her, though…” Sierra was still figuring out where to start with this. Talking about her insecurities wasn’t exactly an activity well-paired with resting her ample butt on Aoi’s lap, even with the relative calm still present in her voice. “We only have to miss Ina at all because of me. I screwed up and got Liz nabbed. I’m why Ina was cryin’ when we left. Why you and Lark nearly got… I mean, fuck, Aoi.” Sierra pushed on, finding most of the words she wanted to say while leaving the rest up in the air. She could spend an hour venting about the last two weeks right now.

It was just good to get some of it out before she got something more fun out of Aoi.

“If it’s your fault, then it’s mine too, y’know.” Aoi was blunt in her reply, even as her half-cheerful-half-lustful smile shined up at a more neutral faced Sierra. “I said we needed to check the factory again in person, and that was obviously a dumb idea! Command sent Lark out there without Sasha and that almost went really bad too!.” Aoi paused, resting a hand on Sierra’s thigh and maintaining her oddly comforting grin. “It’s not just your fault, kay?” She finished with a question Sierra knew the girl would only accept one answer for.

“Right. Yeah, you’re right, girl. Can’t just go blamin’ myself for a team screw up, eh?” Sierra’s smirk returned before she’d even finished giving Aoi the correct answer she wanted. Hell, the correct answer they both wanted, even if Sierra still blamed herself the most. “Gonna make this right anyway, too. No matter what?” Sierra felt that bit more optimistic already. Even with the knowledge that she was the one who pulled the trigger on that op, she knew this was fixable.

If nothing else, she had the best hacker in the galaxy and an unmatched, slightly on edge pilot in her corner to make damn sure of it.

Time she took a damn load off…

“Mhm! No matter whaaat… Buuut…” Aoi’s assurance of her commitment to the cause was serious and meaningful, but she already knew the girl’s patience for venting was running out fast. Much like Sierra’s, honestly. “Can we get to it now? Scotch and Bailey have been so busyyy the last few days and I need it~!” Aoi was a little more blunt and a lot more cute about it than Sierra, combining said blunt words with a light slap of her cock against the engineer’s toned abs.

It was cute, but this girl clearly needed some time spent fucking around less cutely before tomorrow’s mess.

They both did.

“Ya ain’t the only one…” Sierra, finally free from some of her self-blaming for a bit, didn’t waste a second finally getting to the good part of tonight.

Sierra spent a moment hovering her cunt above the tip of Aoi’s condom adorned cock, making the pink-haired pixie girl wait just long enough to make her huff before Sierra’s own needs caught up to them both.

“C-Crap~...” Sierra muttered under her breath as she drove herself down onto Aoi’s twitching member. Within two seconds, she’d managed to get the entire meaty cock inside of her wet vag without much in the way of a struggle. Even if Sierra hadn't been used to taking Aoi and Ina, sometimes simultaneously even, that dildo had done a lot of the stretching work for her friend this time.

…

How the hell was Aoi getting that thing down her throat, though?

Sierra could ask that question afterwards, instead focusing her attention on lightly bouncing her ass up and down on Aoi’s plush lap in a steady rhythm. As much as she wanted to go ham on the girl, Sierra was six inches taller than Aoi, twice her weight, and could bounce on a chick’s cock for an hour without breaking much of a sweat.

Gotta take it slow with a girl you could crush like a caring, exceptionally adorable grape… until they asked ya not to, at least~.

“Y-You’re always such a boring tease~!” Aoi smirked slyly towards Sierra, jabbing her with one of the fakest complaints the engineer had heard between a small quartet of perky moans.

The sounds of sex filled their small, shared bunk fast. Sierra was more restrained than Aoi in her sounds of sexual bliss, but even she couldn’t hide her lightly aggressive moaning when a cock like Aoi’s was bettering her so deeply.

Didn’t really want to, either.

“I’m just buildin’ u-up to it. Wouldn’t be a-any fun… if I just made ya cum in ninety seconds, eh~?” Sierra met Aoi’s sly smirk with one of her own, reaching a hand behind her head and untying her hair in a move she knew would impress her friend before dragging her tongue across her lips. “Well, less fun for you, at least~.” Sierra nudged her friend with another tease while she tossed her complicated little golden hairtie gently onto her nightstand.

A perfect throw while bouncing herself at an increasing pace up and down on Aoi’s fat cock? That was why people called her The Steel Fortress, baby.

Probably.

Sierra did take Aoi’s hint after fully refocusing on their quickie, ramming herself onto the girl’s throbbing dick with enough force to fill the room with yet more sounds of sexual depravity.

The engineer herself was already more than strong enough to fill the room with wet, firm slapping sounds just from bouncing her clapping ass against Aoi’s lap. Those slaps only grew louder with the more focused pace increases Sierra’s hips gave her bouncing. And with a workout regime like hers, the engineer could keep this up without breaking a sweat as long as she wanted.

…

Usually, at least.

Truthfully, the not exactly short period of time spent bouncing on Aoi’s oral practice dildo had gotten Sierra plenty riled up already. Her body could last as long as she needed, bouncing on Aoi’s meat was almost like doing speed squats with an extra, amazing feeling step.

She wasn’t going to last long without cumming her brains out, though. Sierra was just thankful that Aoi could be a real quick shot with the right partner.

That knowledge of a quick orgasm did drive Sierra toward acting faster than she normally would while rolling around with Aoi, leaning down from her tall, confident cowgirl pose and getting into a more comfortable, easy to manage reverse missionary position.

Easier and it put her face just inches from Aoi’s perky, grinning head. Sierra sure couldn’t complain about that, and Aoi clearly couldn’t complain about the increased pace of the engineer’s hip bouncing.

“H-Heh… If you start getting distracted and moan Ina’s name… I’m totally telling her by th-the waaay~!” Aoi could, however, be an adorable little asshole about it.

Cute as her friend’s moan-filled words were, though, she had just dealt with a whole deal of sly, assholish flirting from Bailey Cluanaire. It was fun. Might have even given Sierra some plans for after Liz was safe and sound.

Dealing with her was, however, a lot of energy piled on top of a lot of compounding stress. Aoi was cute, and sometimes a fun sub to get talking, but Sierra needed some less… talkative stress relief.

And only somewhat because moaning Ina’s name was a very real possibility when she came…

“Ah, shut it~.” Sierra teased with a powerful mix of dominant aggression and coy playfulness before crashing her lips against her pink-haired friends’ own.

Aoi, for her ever helpful part, seemed to take the hint about a less chatty quickie to heart, and opted to shift her teasing to fighting Sierra’s lips with her own. A fight Sierra was happy to overpower with both strength and an extra few years of experience to her name.

Before long, sloppiness had become the name of the quickie game. Sierra’s slams up and down Aoi’s pulsing shaft had grown firmer and faster, but even someone with Sierra’s intense level of coordination would inevitably lapse in their rhythm a little.

The loud, sloppy, sticky mess happening from the meeting of Sierra’s deep, tight cunt and Aoi’s fat cock compared little to how quickly their kiss had devolved, though.

Sierra’s tongue hadn’t taken long to slide past Aoi’s lips and invade her mouth. Unlike Ina, Aoi required little foreplay and even less coaxing to get her lips to part in a make out session. Also unlike Ina, though, Aoi liked to put up a damn good fight when a game of tonsil tennis really got going.

It was a valiant effort from the pink pixie girl, but Sierra was able to fight the girl’s tongue back into her mouth every time an attempt was made to take control of the kiss. Sometimes via brute force. Other times via Sierra knowing Aoi’s tongue’s moves better than the hacker did herself. All that mattered was that Sierra had open passage to swap spit with her close friend at her own dominant pace.

It was effort getting to control her tastings of the girl’s strangely bubblegum flavored oral cavity; who knew just grabbing the girl and smashing into her ass until she came all over the floor would be less physically taxing than a little cock bouncing and tongue kissing, eh?

Still, this was the kind of sexual win Sierra needed, and despite Aoi’s playful fighting, her friend seemed plenty happy to give it to her. It was probably part of the game to Aoi, honestly.

…

How did she taste like bubblegum, though? Mouthwash right? Had to be.

Christ, bubblegum mouthwash and butterscotch flavored lube. Sierra was surprised Aoi hadn’t managed to get Ina’s everything tasting like a damn birthday cake with how committed she was to this.

Yet.

The salvia swapping had to at least take a break eventually, though. Sierra pulled away from Aoi with a bit of resistance from the girl below her, letting a trail of saliva connect their wet, glistening lips while the pair both caught their breath.

Assuming Aoi needed to breathe in the first place. Tough to tell with her.

“S-Sooo… Am I as good as Ina yet~?” With how clearly and immediately Aoi delivered her playful jab at Sierra, breathing may very well have been optional for her.

That was a complicated question to ask a woman currently still focusing on rhythmically smashing Aoi’s cock and balls deep into her cunt, though.

Was Aoi a good kisser? Oh, fuck yeah. Sierra like a girl with some fight in her, and until some hypothetical, possibly regretful night with Bailey, none of the engineer’s other sexual partners really had that in ‘em.

But, at the same time, there was something… different about a make out session with her girlfriend. Ina wasn’t anywhere near as skilled, but she had such a heart to her when trying to take the lead with Sierra. Not to mention Sierra’s own joy in taking over and slowly transplanting her own skills to the tactically minded goddess.

Aoi was good, but she couldn’t change her tactics and evolve them like Ina. Better to leave the laughable concept of changing anything about Aoi to Sasha and Ina.

Sierra liked this girl just the way she was anyway.

“H-Hah, please… You’re no fuckin’ s-slouch, girl, but I think you’re always gonna be second to h-her… For me, at least~.” Sierra teased Aoi back, stammering starting to take hold of her voice that bit more as the constant bouncing against her friend drew both focus and energy both.

At least Aoi’s moans were a sign that her friend might be getting drained at least a little bit by this, eh?

“Eh, I-I’m a close second to her, too. When you’re right, yo-you’re riiight~!” Aoi took no offense from her ranking in Sierra’s tongue kissing tier list, nor did the engineer really expect her to either. The pixie was a lot of things, but she was a supportive friend with slightly poor physical boundaries above all else. “Bet I can match Ina at something, though~...” She was also, by her own frequent admission, a greedy little lover.

“H-Hey!” Sierra moaned out in her first true moment of surprise tonight, looking down to see that her sudden rush of rare pleasure was indeed Aoi wrapping her wet lips around the engineer’s left nipple.

She could have pretended to be shocked that Aoi was good enough at that to pepper her immediately nipple suckling with steady, soft gropes to her tit from the hacker’s right hand. She wasn’t, though. Be it with Ina, Sasha, or possibly even Bailey, Sierra knew Aoi had plenty of girls to practice with.

…

Sierra ignored the slim possibility that Bailey now knew of her and Ina’s more… maternal bedroom play and focused on getting her new, second-favorite titty suckler back for that brief shock she gave her. Could anything shock Aoi, though?

…

Other than that cattle prod she still hoped Sasha didn’t actually own, no, probably not. That didn’t stop Sierra from reaching under and behind her pink pal to fondle the girl’s soft, plush ass with her right hand, while the right rested on Aoi’s shoulder for support.

It got a few needier moans from the hacker girl, and that was all Sierra really needed from her. Palming and squeezing at her friend’s bouncy cheeks was more than enough of a reward for putting up with what began to feel more like titty nibbling than titty suckling. Not very like Ina, girl!

“Coulda… mhn… s-sworn you’ve gotten bigger down h-here, Aoi. Remind me to b-bend ya the fuck over this bed tomorrow night, eh~?” Sierra could give the girl that win for her hard work tonight. A win for both of them, really.

Hell, if they didn’t have that mission tomorrow, and Sierra wasn’t already a bit drained, she very well might have given that juicy ass the pounding it was begging for right after this.

It was a damn good one, too. It wasn’t quite as pillowy as Ina’s, but in Sierra’s eyes, nobody’s was.

…

Well, maybe Sasha, but that girl was built like those cartoon goblin girls poorly hidden on Ina’s computer. That wasn’t even the beginning of a fair comparison!

Alas, though, Sierra knew she wasn’t going to have the energy for one of her and Aoi’s ball slapping, room echoing round twos. The engineer was tired, even if each driving bounce against Aoi’s hips was still steady enough to not make it entirely obvious.

Perhaps the breathier moans were a giveaway, though.

Hm, odd though, Sierra could have sworn Aoi’s length was throbbing and pulsing a lot faster than before.

“Kaaay! Cumming by the waaay!” Ah, right, the perky, innocent sounding reason that Aoi was wearing a condom right now.

With a mediocre warning and precisely zero effort to push Sierra off her hefty cock, Aoi fired a few thick shots into her condom, moaning cutely and at full volume with Sierra’s erect nipple no longer occupying her mouth.

As always, it was an impressive load. Even without seeing it this time, Sierra could tell that thing Bailey recommended to Aoi was once more paying dividends. She could feel that condom’s tip inflating inside of her, after all.

Felt something else coming along, too, and with Aoi’s orgasm finishing itself off, Sierra figured there was no use trying to delay the sweet, sticky inevitable.

“We don’t have all night, y’know~?” Aoi, the playful sweetheart that she was, clearly saw no use in it either.

Before Sierra could do it herself, the hacker girl’s robotic left hand slid down between their sweaty bodies and gunned it for the engineer’s clit, teasing it with expert precision for a girl who seemed the very opposite of it.

“F-Fuck… Lucky you’re a-a cutie, ya know… th-that~?” Sierra tried to come off the slightest bit threatening to Aoi as a tease, but the big, dumb grin on her friend’s face showed that was a pointless effort.

“I knowww~!” Aoi still played along with it regardless, even continuing to lean her plump butt against Sierra’s still groping hand.

Much like the rest of her, though, that hand was getting shaky. Sierra was a strong, focused woman, but the flood of tingling, hot pleasure coursing through her body would have made any woman weak in the… everything.

“C-Craaap~...”

Sierra arched her back and pried herself off of Aoi’s semi-flaccid length with only slight trouble. Her left hand joined Aoi’s robotic one below to aid in getting her to an inevitably messy orgasm, rubbing against her puffy pussy while Aoi delicately teased her sensitive bean…

Until…

“Th-That’s the f-fuckin’ spot…”

Sierra groaned hoarsely under her breath before all pretense of subtle calm was thrown out of their bunk’s tiny window.

The engineer moaned and panted desperately while thick, sticky squits of her juices fired from her pussy with impressive range. An intentional move from her so she could attempt to avoid making a mess of her bed for the night.

She succeeded, the odd drip and stain aside, but it took a good ten seconds for her ceaseless, hot pussy squirting to subside, and by then she’d made a fine, sticky puddle on the bunk’s cold, metal floor.

Before Sierra could even begin to recover, she saw Aoi’s lips begin to move again.

“Someone needed their Aoi time, huuuh~? How much like Ina was I?” Aoi’s teasing knew no bounds, not even the ones of post-nut clarity and orgasm recovery.

Sierra couldn’t even pretend not to like that about her, even as she rolled off of Aoi to lie to the girl’s left side.

“Not bad, girl… But I’m glad I gave ya that condom…” Sierra poked back at Aoi with a lazy grin, turning over a bit to lie on her back and rest the back of her head against her tired hands.

“I only needed it because I was on the bottom! You’re big! It’s super hard to pull away from a former wrestling champion, y’know!” Aoi countered with a slightly fair point, still smiling away as she pushed the button on a wall-mounted touchscreen by Sierra’s bed.

With a cute wave from her left hand, she tossed the cum-filled condom into a trash chute hidden by a moving section of the floor. One that closed again with another tap of the screen.

“Uh-huh. I’ve seen your pullout game with Ina a dozen times now, girl. Ya suck at it~!” Sierra nudged Aoi’s shoulder, which the pink-haired pixie responded to with another little blep of her tongue in the engineer’s direction.

“But Ina loooves a good creampie! She doesn’t even want me to pull out… Except for that one time…” Aoi scratches her chin, her mouth forming into an adorable little o shape that gave her a precious little expression of consideration.

“Mhm. The train in my workshop last month? The one where she wanted ya both to give me a… crap, what was the word for that again?” Sierra ended up making a near identical expression a mere moment later, chin scratching at all.

It started with a b, right?

“A bukkake. Duh!” Aoi practically yelled the answer to Sierra’s question with a cheerful tone the engineer knew to expect by now. “I came inside her early, and she came, like, two drops onto your thigh?” Aoi almost looked a little melancholy, undoubtedly picturing the slight disappointment on the girl’s face that Sierra too felt a little bad about.

Maybe Sierra should ask one of them about that pill Aoi and Bailey took for the whole cumming buckets junk they were into?

…

Eh, a different day.

“Right. So you’re wearin’ a condom with me if we do this again. For good reason.” Sierra gave another nudge to her friend, and this time Aoi simply replied with another one of her own.

Then, the pink-haired girl yawned. Not exactly a surprise to Sierra, who’d followed that up with her own one a few moments later.

Guess quick sex and a life or death mission to save a girl they’d never met tomorrow really tired them both out.

Could Aoi even actually get tired, though? Or was she just pretending?

More questions for another day.

“Thinkin’ it’s time we sleep, eh? Big day tomorrow, and I’m gonna need time to shower before it when we’re up again.” Sierra spoke softly and calmly, already sinking a little lower into the stiff bed in an attempt to get herself more comfortable.

“You got it! Maybe I’ll even join ya~!” Aoi’s reply was quick and unsurprisingly flirtatious, while her readjusting to get herself off of Sierra’s bed was almost just as quick.

But, as Sierra watched her friend start to slip away from her bed, a thought came to mind.

A question she probably wouldn’t have asked if she hadn’t just drained Aoi’s balls and spent a minute saliva sampling with her tonight.

A yearning she would have just ignored.

“Hey, uh… wait a sec, actually.” Sierra spoke with an uncharacteristic level of bashfulness, but managed to get Aoi’s attention all the same, the girl’s augmented, multicolored pink and green eyes looking back at her curiously.

Come on, Sierra. It was just a dumb question. This wasn’t anywhere close to asking Ina to date you, and you pulled that one off, right?

…

Well, Ina kinda beat her to it, but she was ready to do it!

“Look, ya can laugh at me if ya want, but my bed’s been feelin’ pretty lonely the last week. Got a little used to snuggling up to Ina and those plush dolls she collects, I guess…” Sierra debated trying to lie about this, but even for something this inconsequential, Aoi deserved the truth. She could trust her. “It’s a big day tomorrow, and I’d like a nice sleep, so… Would ya mind sleepin’ with me?” Sierra pulled through, even if she felt the rare sensation of a faint, embarrassed blush hit her cheeks.

She expected some laughing, or jeering, or even just light teasing from Aoi about how kind of dumb the request was.

“Kay!” Aoi replied fast, grinning gently at Sierra as she hopped back down onto the engineer’s temporary bed, already cuddling up to her without as much as needing to be asked.

Sometimes that lack of boundaries paid off, huh?

“Thanks, Aoi. Seriously.” Sierra’s confidence returned, but the smile on her face didn’t need to be cocky as it shined down at her friend.

It was just warm.

“Always happy to be your Ina plushie, Sierra!” Aoi managed to fit in a very light tease that got Sierra blushing ever-so-faintly again.

Guess Aoi could still surprise her, after all.

“Don’t push it, girl.” Sierra teased back, but noticed the distinct sound of light, cute snoring emanating from her right side.

Aoi’s eyes were closed, her body was limp, and her snores seemed immediately genuine.

…

Instant sleep. Yet another incredible Aoi Tarowaka superpower had been discovered tonight. Maybe she’d reveal her heat vision next time, eh?

Sierra smiled to herself, but quickly turned towards more serious thoughts again. As fun as that all was, it was a distraction. Stress relief.

It distracted her. It relieved her stress. Thoughts and musings about tomorrow understandably remained, though.

…

Could she do this tomorrow? Could she really just face Liz’s kidnapper and Sasha and Lark’s putrid, fascist abuser and even begin to keep her fucking cool?

Even if she did, would she even make it out of there tomorrow in one living piece?

Yeah, of course she fucking would. Sierra was no pushover, and she’d dealt with far worse than a brief, potential chat with a demon over the years. She’d have Aoi in her ear, Scotch on base if things got bad for both of them… and she had Bailey Cluanaire waiting in the wings with one of the best mech suits in the galaxy to bail her out if she really needed it.

…

Maybe that last part took some adjusting to believe, but whether it was a good idea or not, Sierra trusted that Bailey would be there for her if it all went wrong. They were comrades.

Maybe, after tonight, they were almost even friends.

…

Stay strong for her, Ina. Because after tomorrow was done, it wouldn’t be long until Sierra DeSoto was coming right back home to ya.

With Liz in tow, too.

So she could set this whole mess right.

…

Sierra just had to make it through tomorrow.