Sierra DeSoto was the best of the best. She’d long since grown past being humble about it, there wasn’t an engineer on Ansa who could build a better mech suit than her. If one existed elsewhere in the galaxy, then she sure as shit hadn’t met ‘em yet. 

She knew she was damn good, and effortlessly checking up on the Nightjar’s exterior, tethered to it while a cheap, PostTech branded spacesuit kept her from freezing to death in the frigid embrace of outer space? Scary as it was, Sierra was nailing it. She and Anise were doing the work of a dozen workers, and they were ahead of schedule to boot!

Few could do this. Sierra knew she was the best at it, and humility had better places to be for her.

…

Yeah, humble pie sure was served elsewhere these past few days. Sierra may have been an artisan in the workshop and hangar both, but she was a dumbass of a mission planner. Her first, simple scouting mission was a trash fire. 

Liz was nabbed. 

Aoi was almost got too. 

Lark almost died or worse. 

Sierra sleep walked some of their best into an ambush she now knew had been planned for over a month, and she wasn’t even the one suffering for it. Lark was hospitalized. Bailey was, clearly, heartbroken, and Liz…

God, that hurt the most. 

Liz was, barring her girlfriend Ina, the closest Sierra had ever gotten to someone in the war. She knew it was mutual, too. Liz was the very first person who trusted Sierra with their mech unconditionally. The kind of woman Sierra thought she could fall in love with, before Ina came along, at least.

Liz put faith in Sierra that she put in few others, and Sierra let her down.

She let Bailey down.

She let Ina down.

…

Now she was in charge, leading a mission that only existed because she fucked up her first go at it harder than anything she’d ever fucked up before. Now she had to hope she could do better, the relief of not having to do it alone being far less comfort than she’d like.

All of that was only made worse by that melancholic pang in her heart.

In the distance, if she squinted hard enough, she could still see the tiny glimmer that was Ansa. The glimmer of home.

The glimmer of Ina’s smile when she brought herself, Liz, and Aoi home safe. She had to.

Sierra had to.

Anise Astra: So, how are the shuttle bay doors looking on your end… um, ma’am?

Sierra’s gazing at the stars and Ansa both were interrupted by a shy reminder of her current job. Anise, the Nightjar’s head mechanic, spoke with a soft admiration that Sierra wasn’t entirely unused to by now. You build enough tools to save people’s lives from imperial warfare, and eventually the girls grew to love ya.

It was odd having fangirls without your face being a known entity, though. Truthfully, she didn’t really know how to handle ‘em. Guess she didn’t have that no nonsense professional streak Liz had.

Didn’t face fuck every girl who asked for an autographed poster, either. As long as the troops were happy and motivated, though, Bailey could do what she wanted.

Within reason, anyway.

“Just finishin’ my sweep, but I think most of it’s fine? Third shuttle door to the left is real fucked, though. Looks like the thing’s gonna fall off if we open it again. Only seein’ cosmetic damage everywhere else.” Sierra spoke with analytical precision, slowly floating past the last door and noting a few mid-caliber bullet holes before grabbing a foothold by said door. “Ya can call me Sierra, by the way. Better off savin’ all that ma’am crap for Bailey. She’d appreciate it more.” Sierra spoke again, this time with an intentional, teasing bit of snark in her voice.

Hey, she knew Bailey was going to undermine her if she tried to lean into the whole “Acting Major Sierra DeSoto” bullshit. Better to get ahead of it. Might make running this whole apology operation a little easier.

Anise: Got it, S-Sierra.

Anise seemed to take a pause, as if she was stopping herself from speaking to Sierra like an admired superior again, before taking an audible breath and continuing.

Anise: Cosmetic damage on my end, too. Few bullet holes and scratches. One of the doors here got wrecked even worse over here, but I thiiink I saw spares in the maintenance area? She’ll survive, thank the Gods…

If Anise sounded confident in that last part, then so did Sierra. Not that she really doubted the long term stability of the Nightjar. Could replace an entire crew for a tenth of the money you’d spend replacing a whole carrier.

Ah, PostTech. What a frugal bunch of capitalistic bastards.

“I’ll get Aoi workin’ at her best for ya. I know I’d rather be sleepin’ in a carrier without a bunch of shuttle sized holes in the thing.” Sierra laughed off the lingering sense of worry in Anise’s voice, and it seemed to get Anise laughing too. The ol’ Ina tactics never fail. “Got the shuttle and the loading bay entrances looked at. What’s next, girl?” Sierra let a little eagerness infect her tone. The pace they were setting here meant she very well could be back in her bunk an hour early. The combination of clean work and some desperately needed alone time in her bunk kept the past few days’ increased motivation at a high.

She hadn’t had a moment to herself in days. She wouldn’t complain about it, that was her own fault. But, still. She could do with some reflecting right now. On top of a few other things she could only do in private…

Anise: Let’s do the landing gear next. I’m probably paranoid, but I reaaaally don’t wanna land a city sized ship in the snow naked…

“Tell that to Aoi and Bailey, short stuff.” Sierra replied with another chuckle, and while Anise didn’t return the laughing this time, the higher up mechanic could practically hear embarrassed steam coming from Anise’s ears. “But I got it, just gimme a sec to climb down!” Sierra looked down, taking in a breath as the cold void of space called to her like an endless, singing sea of pure black.

Good Lord, no amount of mech piloting prepped a girl for how far a fall that was. But it was fine. She was tethered to the ship. She had a definitely cheap as balls rocket pack on her back. 

It was fine.

One step down at a time, Sierra.

Anise: Uh-huh, uh-huh!

Anise’s short, basic response and lack of any following up was a blessing here. Sierra’s climb down the carrier’s limited footholds, despite the attachment to the ship, was taken with great care. Sierra loved her technology, but she knew better than to rely on a PostTech rocket pack to launch her to safety if she fell. 

A good engineer loves technology.

A great one doesn’t trust it.

Fortunately, the climb down went without incident. With another, deeper breath, Sierra let go of the ship’s final ladder step and finagled her way underneath the stationary carrier.

No supports to grab onto underneath? Jesus, Liz’s Whitehawk had more safety features than this thing…

Still, the view offered by floating around beneath the Nightjar was undeniably beautiful. Living underground on Ansa didn’t give one much of a chance to stargaze, let alone view her own home planet from the stars themselves.

Damn, it was a shame she didn’t bring a camera with her. Ina would have loved a view like this.

Hopefully it was a view they could share one day…

Anise: Did you make it down okay, m-… Sierra!

Anise interrupted any chance for Sierra to get too contemplative, and the girl appreciated it more than she let on. This was work, and work required a level head. She could contemplate later.

Maybe do some other thinking about Ina, too.

“All’s good. The rocket pack hasn’t even set me on fire, yet, either. Think we’re winnin’ here, Anise!” Sierra smirked at the audio of another fan girlish laugh before finally giving said rocket pack a cursory test, dashing a few feet forward and breathing a sigh of relief that, so far, it was just a slow, mediocre tool.

Did give her the idea to make her own one, though…

Yeah, if she had time in between all the imperial rescue missions, that was squarely on the list of things to do. Bet Ina’s face would be adorable while she tried one of these out.

Anise: Always free to help me improve these things… I-If you want, obviously!

Guess rocket pack work just got bumped up already. Fuckin’ nice! Might do Sierra some good to get her mind off all… this with something like that.

Hell, she could do with a couple of distractions right now, but the job and the rescues came first.

“Think I’ll take ya up on that!” Sierra gave her vocal seal of approval, then began a small sweep of the ship’s underside.

It wasn’t exactly quick, the Nightjar was, frankly, gargantuan, and PostTech didn’t build their rocket packs for speed.

Or stability.

Or comfort.

Plans and ideas for fixing these things up had now grown like a small tumor in Sierra’s mind, but she stayed focused on her assessment of the Nightjar’s hull. 

While the shuttle doors and some surrounding areas seemed to tank more than a few hits in that mysterious raid Anise mentioned, the ship’s bottom appeared relatively unscathed. Scratches and dings here and there, but at least she wouldn’t have to tell Bailey they’d be spending days replacing some of the most delicate parts of the Nightjar.

She was barely keeping that girl around already…

“Think it’s good news down here. Might want to test the landin’ gear while the ladies are clearing that base tomorrow, but I ain’t seein’ much to worry about.” Sierra spoke calmly towards Anise, slowly floating towards the middle of the hull with her boosters to double-check what little she could move with her own hands. “How are things lookin’ over there, girl?” A similarly calm question followed, partly thanks to a lack of steel bits crumbling into her hands.

She might even have some me-time after this!

Anise: Same story over here. Might wanna patch up the fuel lines before we land and refuel her, but I think we’re almost done…

No exploding fuel rods, or essential pieces of the ship drifting off into the aether of the Arcadia system? Maybe this rescue nonsense won’t be cursed by bad luck, after all.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

Anise: I think if we give the windows a look, we might be done for the night. It’s the last part I didn’t get to check on my own!

Wouldn’t that be nice? No bad luck and an early finish. If things keep going this well for the next few weeks, then Sierra might leave this mission feeling a lot less guilty.

Might.

“You got it! Wouldn’t want ya gettin’ sucked outta the ship in your sleep, short stuff.” Sierra teased, already beginning her slow journey from the Nightjar’s hull back to its left side.

Anise: Don’t wanna be sucked out tonight, at least…

Look at ya, girl. Anise could be a regular old Bailey Cluanaire with lines like that.

…

God, hopefully not.

Anise: I did, uhm… wanna talk about something after, though. If that’s okay?

There was an ever so slight hint of fangirling in Anise’s voice there. Certainly not unfamiliar to Sierra. Being a well-built girl who could snap a girl in half and blueprint them a unique mech suit at the same time made her a bit of a hit back at Corvis Base. It was a little annoying to get that so much of that kind of attention, assuming you weren’t Bailey, at least.

…

But, hey, she could say she was taken if that was Anise’s intent too.

By the greatest gal in the whole galaxy.

“No sweat, girl. Talk to me when we’re back in your ship!” Sierra replied with chipper approval, and that seemed to be the end of the discussion for now. 

Work carried on as planned and without incident, letting Sierra think the last few days over, and more importantly, think about Ina.

…

God, she needed to relax somehow after this.

*****


The remaining minutes of the Nightjar’s routine inspection were thankfully eventless. The windows had miraculously avoided any damage in a raid that had left more than a few bullet holes and explosive stains on the ship’s exterior. More dumb luck for Sierra to cling onto.

She’d pray that it held. No planning in the world was going to make either of these rescues dependent on anything other than destiny, and who the Lord decided to grant its favor to this time.

At least tonight had been smooth sailing. That inspection took half their allotted time, and Anise’s little conversation wasn’t even about wanting to date Sierra. The fangirls had calmed down since she got together with Ina, it seemed. Sure couldn’t complain there!

Still, it was a damn shame she couldn’t help Anise out with that little crush of hers. Sierra was no romance guru, she was only in a relationship because that Sasha chick mashed her and Ina together after seeing the obvious mutual crush between them.

Bailey was right about one thing, she was a real matchmaker…

Sierra let her mind flit between the topics in her head that weren’t related to Liz while she calmly marched from. Thinking about casual romantic chatter and her own intimate relationship was a rare little treat the past few days, and one that was already slipping again.

Did Bailey have a point? Were they wasting time while Liz went through… god, who fucking knows what?

…

Sierra made herself a promise when the door to her temporary bunk came into view. Whatever she did tonight, she wouldn’t get stuck in those thoughts. She could blame herself for Liz’s capture all she wanted, but letting it become her only thought would only make fixing that mistake harder.

Hell, navigating Kern’s forked tongue was gonna be enough of a challenge. That chick was weird…

…

Luckily for Sierra, the idea of having time to get stuck in her thoughts flew out the pressurized window when she opened the door to her bunk.

Her shared bunk.

“Ohhh, so you don’t knock, either? I told ya we have things in common!” Sierra was met by the dulcet, upbeat sound of Aoi’s voice, and the easy-to-stare-at sight of her bare backside exposed to the cool elements of the Nightjar.

Aoi was glistening a little, and her matted hair suggested a recent shower, but there was no towel. No pile of clothes anywhere. Odds were, the peppy, pink haired girl walked there and back in her birthday suit. Probably making some real good first impressions across the base, at least.

Aoi was no Ina, but Sierra took a moment to stare before she readied a response. “Ah, crap. Sorry, girl.” Short and sweet. Sierra was more than fine shutting the door and giving Aoi time to get dressed into something, though if memory recalled, she slept naked anyway, right?

“Sierraaa. We ran a train on your girlfriend, like, a week ago! I have nothing to hiiide~!” Aoi, speaking more loudly than Sierra appreciated with the door still open, accentuated her words with a playful, energetic sway of her hips.

Sierra stared again. She could admit to herself she liked the bubbly ass she saw in front of her. If Sasha taught her anything in that whole Ina debacle, it was that gals liked her for her.

Slight pervert and all.

“Fine, fine. But this ain’t your workplace or whatever. My clothes are stayin’ on.” Sierra toyed back with Aoi, barely believing her own words and doubting them more when Aoi turned around to flash her a toying smirk.

Flashed her with more than a smirk, too. Sierra was a proud and happy top, but God, that thing between Aoi’s legs made a girl curious. Another time, perhaps.

“Probably not for looong!” Aoi did that ol’ trademark move of sticking out her tongue at Sierra, then all but bounced towards her, the chest that Sierra was shamelessly eyeing a little bouncing with her. That thing dangled in Sierra’s view real nice, too. “How’d the cool space job go, by the way? Scarier than the Alcazar?” Aoi stopped a few feet in front of Sierra and looked up at her with curious glee.

Ah, she always looked so innocent. You wouldn’t think she was easily the smartest woman on this ship, nor that Sierra’s had to tell her not to jerk off in the Alcazar’s cockpit a few times now, would ya?

“Eh, fine enough!” Sierra had already started walking past Aoi to her puny looking bed in the room’s left corner, her voice emanating a casual tone contrasting the gorgeous, nude pixie flaunting herself at her. “Few holes to patch up here and there. Easy job, thank fuckin’ god. Ain’t really what’s worryin’ me, though…” Sierra let her thoughts blurt out aloud, stopping in her tracks physically and vocally a second later.

Shit, did she say that last out loud?

“Is sooomething on your mind?” Aoi’s inquisitive response sure seemed to indicate that she did. “You can always talk to me, y’know. I’d like to!” Aoi’s tone seemed to land somewhere between cheerfully flirtatious and genuinely concerned. Sierra couldn’t discern where her words truly landed on that scale, but that tonal flexibility was probably why she seemed so… relieving for Bailey.

Sierra could shrug this off. Aoi would back away eventually, but she was better than that. No more hiding away like that.

It was certainly too late to do it this time, anyway. So much for not dwelling on the whole Liz thing!

“Ah, y’know… It’s just tough. I doubt we’d be here if I planned that recon thing better, and Liz wouldn’t be going through… Shit, whatever Sasha and Lark went through right now.” Sierra had turned a little somber in tone, turning her head around to look at an ever smiling Aoi while she spoke out the last few days’ concerns to another person for the first time.

“We all have bad missions! I nearly crashed a drone right into Liz’s Whitehawk after you first built me Ume!” Aoi did what she did best, laughing away concerns with enough genuine concern and kind intent to genuinely comfort someone. “I just had to recalibrate my neural sensors after that. What we gotta do here is get Lizzy back. We’d owe her that, mistake or not!” It really was a trip to get comforted so well by a girl dripping pre onto the ground a few feet from you.

Like, really damn weird.

Sierra kind of liked it, though. Hell, maybe Bailey really just needed a nudist therapist or something…

“And we will. This Dr. Lavern crap is an exchange, and I’ll make damn sure of it.” Sierra felt a little more pep naturally return to her voice, but one concern still dominated her head like a parasite. “But… man, seeing Ina that hurt and needing to leave her for… however long this crap takes. I just kinda wish we didn’t have to do any of this.” Sierra’s pep was lost again. Honestly, it just wasn’t as strong without Ina at all, right now.

God, if Sasha wasn’t there for her back at Corvis Base, would Sierra even have the strength to do any of this?

“I get ya, but we do! Ina’s not goin’ anywhere, promise!” Aoi perked up, and Sierra perked up a bit in response, turning around proper to face the nude ball of joy. “Kinda bummed, too, though. Chess club was gonna get so fun with Bailey in it…” The sudden topic shift made Sierra snort, then double take at Aoi’s intent.

Sure didn’t look like the kind of smile you wore talking about chess. Lark looked like she was going to take a bite out of the table the last time she played with them.

“How much chess are ya even playin’ there, Aoi?” Sierra wore her own coy smile, figuring that the two main members of Ina’s chess club were already well vetted friends with benefits anyway. If Ina wanted to fool around with Sasha and Aoi on her off time, Sierra trusted her.

Bailey, though…

…

Yeah, that’d take a whole lot more convincing.

“What are you, a cop? Obviously, we play chess there sometimes!” There was the key word in Aoi’s innocent, playful reply. Sometimes.

Ah, thoughts about Aoi and her girlfriend lined up to take a pounding from Sierra were a slight welcome change, but the lingering thought of Bailey doing something with them was less so.

That was a problem to figure out after Sierra got the recently christened star her girlfriend back.

“Wanna know what I think?” Aoi was quick to interrupt the reel of debauched, odd thoughts about Bailey and Ina playing in Sierra’s head.

“If ya want, tiny.” Sierra had a good idea of what Aoi was about to say, taking a step forward and leaning down towards her, a teasing smile gracing her face.

“I think you need to relax! You don’t have a mission tomorrow, and you’ve done nothing but plan Liz’s rescue the past four days. You look stressed!” Aoi took a step closer herself, eyeing up Sierra with obvious, horny intent in those multicolored, augmented eyes of hers. “Y’know, I’m amazing for helping blow off steam. Just ask Baileyyy~!” Like Sierra had to ask about that. Walk past Aoi’s bunk at the wrong time and those two could either be heard laughing it up or doing things Sierra could scarcely imagine.

Aoi made a good case, though. Whether they were playing chess or not, Ina always looked at peace after a few hours with her friend.

The spunky hacker seemed to be the only thing keeping Bailey from suicide bombing the nearest UA owned building, hoping Liz was imprisoned underneath it.

Yeah, maybe Sierra deserved a break. This could have all been a ploy by Aoi to get some loving from a girl who could bend her in half, but given her time spent with Scotch today, that seemed unlikely. Even if it was… screw it, Sierra had worked hard enough to take a break for an hour!

“Fine, girl, damn. But I don’t have my strap with me here, so we’re improvisin’ tonight.” Sierra took another step closer, now using her notably taller stature to her advantage to cheekily stare Aoi down. Was it effective? Fuck, no. The smaller girl was just eyeing up her D-cups like she was about to dive her face into them.

There seemed to be a cheeky grin growing on Aoi’s face now too, come to think of it. A big one. One that slipped from Sierra’s view when the naked cutie pranced over to her bed and reached underneath it. She pulled out a harness and a six-inch dildo. Blue and black. Recently cleaned, too.

…

Hey, wait a fucking minute!

“Ta-da! Figured we might need it for something. Two weeks is a really long time not to get laid for you now, riiight?” Aoi teased, and Sierra couldn’t really pretend to deny it. Few knew as much about her and Ina’s sex lives as Aoi, consensually or otherwise. Didn’t change the unimpressed look on Sierra’s face, though.

An unimpressed look that Aoi took notice of a few moments later.

“Whaaat? Ina said I could bring it. Y’know. After she saw me grab it. Promise!” Well, Aoi wasn’t exactly a liar, and if Ina was that approving, Sierra could avoid ramming the thing down the hacker’s throat for looking through her personal items without asking her.

Right now, that thing had much better places to be.

“Riiight. I’m assumin’ ya took my lube without askin’ as well, didn’t ya?” Sierra fired a grin at Aoi that was duly met by her boundary invading friend. Always had a way of making Sierra want to plow her until she couldn’t move.

You know, in a friendly way.

“Even better!” Aoi messed around under her bed once again, giving Sierra a real nice view of that bouncy butt of hers to ogle on her approach. Before long, and before Sierra could get close enough to give that ass a good smack for her privacy invasion, Aoi shot back up, a bottle of weirdly familiar lubricant in her free, robotic hand. “I borrowed some from Scotch! Figured you’d need some relief at least before the Erin thing~!” Clever, sly little girl. Her bizarre foresight never ceased to impress the mechanic.

Didn’t mean Sierra was about to be any gentler tonight, though. Ina had embarrassing things in that weird box in their bunk back home. That shit was private.

The moans Sierra was going to make Aoi scream out, though, were going to be anything but.

“Just as long as I’m not the one handin’ her the empty bottle afterward, girl.” Sierra muttered just loud enough to let Aoi hear that as she marched to the bedside stress relief girl, giving the pink pixie another toying stare down before smoothly pulling off her tank top in an impressively rapid motion. “So, what’s a good girl like you gonna start doin’ now, huh~?” Sierra was never the finest flirt. Even Ina had a habit of laughing off some of her dirty talk, but Aoi was easy. You didn’t exactly need to be Bailey Cluanaire to get that girl to bend over.

Shit, you could have Lark’s less than passable charms and still rail Aoi with a strap-on if you asked her.

“Get myself ready. Duh~.” Aoi grinned, already bending over on top of her temp bed and squirting Scotch’s cutely butterscotch scented lube onto her hand that wasn’t made of steel. No fuss. No messing around. As far as Sierra knew she saved that for Sasha and Liz, but even then, Aoi was unbreakable…

…

And that’s what made her so damn good for stress relief. Ina required being delicate, and Sierra loved that about her girlfriend. But Aoi? You could just go to town on her, and little could even seem to faze her.

God, was Sierra going to have fun, just as soon as she got out of her half-worn flight suit. Fortunately, Aoi’s immediately started, moaning asshole lubing gave her ample time to fiddle her way out of that fabric.

Damn, girl? Three fingers already? Save a little stretching out for Sierra, why don’t ya~?

“Thaaat’s why I don’t like wearing clothes by the waaay~!” Aoi took the chance to giggle and groan her way through her exhibitionist manifesto, and Sierra almost hated that it sounded appealing.

Well, out of the work place, at least.

“Don’t you start on that, too. Sasha’s been enough of an influence on Ina as is.” Sierra batted back at Aoi, finally getting her blue flight suit down to her ankles and shifting them off with her boots, creating a messy pile that was swiftly joined by her panties. No bra in sight, though. “Besides, who said ya could talk right now, eh?” Finally nude and ready to get this stress relief mess going, Sierra made a proper swipe at trying to get Aoi to submit quietly tonight.

“Who said I had to, eh~?” As always, the attempt wasn’t much of a success. Aoi may have been ramming three fingers into herself knuckle-deep, but the mouth on her would never follow an order in bed. “Guess you’re just gonna have to make meee!” Sierra could have sworn she’d gotten that slight bit brattier since meeting Bailey. Guess that part only made sense, the former merc was certainly an influence on people.

Ah, Liz… You’ll be home soon…

“Fine then. Pass me the strap… or else~!” Sierra stored those Liz and Ina thoughts for later, speaking with a slight, animalistic growl to try and at least intimidate Aoi a little.

“See? That’s hot! I’ll listen to that!” Aoi spoke resoundingly clearly for a woman clearly mashing her g-spot with her fingers, picking up Sierra’s strap and, very carefully, throwing it towards the mechanic.

Sierra was surprised by and appreciated that level of restraint, honestly. She vividly remembered Aoi smashing that robotic hand of hers straight through a metal table by accident in the past. Death by high-velocity dildo wasn’t quite what Sierra wanted her headstone to read.

“Lucky I ain’t in the mood to make ya earn this tonight.” Sierra lightly growled again, already growing visibly impatient from the wait that stupid flight suit’s removal required.

Fortunately, the harness was much easier to work with. Affixing it had become an odd form of muscle memory at this point in Sierra’s life. Being one of a few designated tops on a base full of cute, needy gals certainly gave you some practice with the ol’ blue silicone dick, even if she’d settled down to simply banging a few favorites here and there.

Call Sierra boastful, but she’d say she settled on a good three gals as well. Ina, obviously, was the light in her life. That’d never change. But Aoi and Sasha had the kind of flexibility she liked in a less romantic partner. Figuratively and very literally.

Though, she’d certainly like to give Scotch a run for her money again sometime, too.

Yeah, maybe when she had to return a probably empty bottle of lube to her after this. Speaking of…

“Alright. Toss me the lube, girl.” Sierra, now wielding her strap-on like the not-particularly-threatening weapon that it was, made a little gimme motion with her left hand, resting the right on her smooth, fake dick with a sly smile.

“Kay. Was done with it anyway!” Aoi was lightning fast to respond, especially for a girl still thrusting most of her hand in and out of her well-lubed hole.

God, the sounds. The wet schlicking coming from the sexy ass view in front of her was almost distracting enough to make Sierra miss Aoi’s lubricant throw a few moments later.

Almost. Sierra was a professional, after all.

“Think I’ll be the judge of that, won’t I?” Sierra spoke with intent that Aoi seemed to immediately pick up on, pulling her fingers out of her ass and leaving a small, brief gape for Sierra to ogle while she got both of her hands lubed up.

“Uh-huh. Because you’re so thorough and stuff? It’s not like I haven’t taken biiigger~!” Aoi, grinning like a mad woman in Sierra’s view, teased away like she didn’t know where it was going to get her.

Oh, but Aoi knew. Sierra would bet the Alcazar on her being the very same way with Liz and Bailey. Damn risky game this gal played.

“Bet ya have. Liz was a size queen when I knew her like that. But, ya know…” Sierra paused, finally starting to stroke a lubed hand up and down every inch of her dildo just as she was within inches of Aoi. “I ain’t Liz or Bailey~.” Sierra, eager to throw Aoi off at least once tonight, made a mad dash to push four fingers of her other hand into the pixie’s slick, warm hole. It was a good thing years of screwing bits into mechs upside down made her hands as steady rocks, because she really rushed this one.

Eh, Aoi could take it. The overthought, gentle consideration was more of an Ina thing.

“U-Uh-huuuuh f-fuck~!!!” Aoi whined out her words with about the most surprise Sierra had ever managed to get from here. Was it effective enough to break her? “J-Just the fingers? I can take m-mooore~!” No, not even a little. But hearing those few squeaks of shocked pleasure from Aoi were like somehow successfully drawing blood from a stone.

…

Yeah, that gave her an idea, alright. Best to take her time with it, though.

“Of course ya can! Doubt any of the other gals at home could survive a night with Liz and Bailey… Well, other than Sasha.” Sierra internally cursed that she’d already kind of ruined her line, yet continued anyway with her lustful growling. “So that means I can do anythin’ I need to blow off steam with ya, can’t I~?” Whether her low growl would do anything for Aoi was anyone’s guess, but what clearly got a reaction was the perfectly timed switch from fingering to light fisting.

Aoi could take it, and God those moans coming from her were incredible. They didn’t quite make her quiver like Ina’s treasured, soft squeaks of pleasure, but Sierra also lacked Bailey’s natural, flowing charisma and perfect understanding of where to target any woman she met.

They were both each other’s second best, but that was good enough tonight. Neither of them were complaining!

“Y-Yeeep! Guess you caaan!” Aoi certainly fucking wasn’t, that was for sure. While the moans grew louder, and her bed was being stained by the odd drop of pre-cum, her voice managed to remain impressively clear. A talent Sierra recalled a certain rebel hero having, too.

Man, guess Bailey really loved a gal who could talk back, huh? As well as gals who couldn’t…

…

Thoughts for another time, Sierra. Sure was handy that burying your hand halfway to the forearm inside a nigh bottomless, tight ass tended to move your focus elsewhere.

She was blowing off steam tonight, right? Have some damn fun, Sierra!

“See? Always a treat when you’re feelin’ more agreeable, after all…” Sierra let a grin slide onto her face, pulling her fist away from Aoi’s now well prepped hole before slamming her hips forward just as fast, sliding her strap-on into the loudly howling girl with a light, pleased sigh. “Mgh… Bein’ easy suits ya~!” She followed up her toying words and smooth burial of silicone in Aoi’s ass with a nice, firm smack to the unbreakable girl’s ass.

Realistically, Sierra knew this would barely elicit a reaction beyond precious moans and the odd stammer, but it was what made Aoi fun. If she and Bailey didn’t see eye to eye on much, they certainly agreed on that.

“Uh-h-huhhh! Being… mh… a big hot meathead suits you, too! So do something c-cool, or I might get booored~!” That was essentially the squeaky, panting reaction Sierra expected. Aoi was as flexible as they came. Rough stress relief for Sierra, obvious passionate weirdness for Scotch, and… whatever she was to Liz and Bailey.

God, what a friend, right? Sierra clearly owed her something cool. Something nobody else would do to her.

…

Something she’d be able to stave off boredom just thinking about.

“Did say you were easy, didn’t I?” Sierra groaned out, still adjusting to the silicone rubbing against her wet cunt for a few more seconds before beginning her ace move. Her hands grabbed a hold of Aoi’s hips while her strap was still buried inside the pixie girl, and with a move that appeared almost effortless, she managed to life Aoi off the bed and right into her grip. “I’ll handle everythin’ for ya. Just enjoy the ride and be a good stress reliever for me~.” Sierra growled into Aoi’s ear with a toothy grin on her face, and based on Aoi’s sudden gasp, this move got her good.

The next part took a little more adjustment, but before Aoi even had time to respond, the paler girl’s back was pressed against the tanned mechanic’s chest and abdomen. Sierra’s arms hooked under Aoi’s legs a moment later, getting her into the easiest full nelson either of them had experienced that didn’t involve Ina.

Fuck, she’d definitely have to try a gentler, more gushy version of this with her when she was home again.

“O-Oh you’ve g-got some fun gaaame, Sierra… M-Meow~!” Again, the reply Sierra expected. Well, barring that meow, anyway. That was decidedly new for Aoi. A Bailey influence, most likely.

…

God, Ina better not start doing that after whenever Bailey joins that chess club.

“Hey, didn’t a-ask my stress relief to talk!” Sierra uttered with a growl, only slightly dampened by the energy this was requiring. Her hips had already started bucking against Aoi as soon as the hacker was firmly locked in her grip.

Sierra saw no point keeping this slow, either. Aoi wasn’t Ina, the bleeding heart, only slightly weird romantic. Sierra wasn’t Bailey, a girl who relished every sexual encounter like it was a hunt. 

This was sex. It was raw, animalistic pleasure, and if Sierra was going to blow off steam the right way, she needed to get lost in it.

“Guh! Wh-What about myyy stress r-relief, h-huuuh~?” Aoi whined her words with shocking clarity, even as Sierra’s fake cock rammed itself in and out of her without a semblance of control given to Aoi.

Sierra was setting the pace, and she was loving every moment of it. Every thrust upwards into the deepest regions of Aoi’s tight, wet hole made her mind focus exclusively on the pleasure of it all. Each slam up and down Sierra gave Aoi’s weaker, thinner body made her feel more in control than she’d felt all day.

Alas, Sierra truly didn’t have it in her to be selfish. Even if Aoi was joking about it through their duet of moans, howls, and other lewd sounds, Sierra was a generous lover at heart.

“It’s… mnh… c-comin’! Patience, g-girl!” Sierra, confident she could hold Aoi’s comparatively tiny weight up with one arm, moved the other up to her twitchy, needy dick. In a rhythm not even close to Sierra’s wild, messy pounding of Aoi’s quickly reddening ass, she began jerking the hacker girl off with an extremely firm grip. “S-See? How’s that for some fuckin’ s-stress relief~?” Sierra seemed happy, and from the sound of Aoi’s desperate moans and quiet whispers of profanity, she was happy, too.

…

But, Sierra was here to relieve her own stress, first and foremost. As much as wildly railing Aoi’s ass until she couldn’t walk was helping, there was that one thing Sierra liked doing… The thing the ol’ squeamish Ina couldn’t handle.

Hell, even Sasha was a little too squeamish for it. Made sense. Poor girl.

“Geeetting there! D-Doing almost as good as Baaailey~!” Aoi wasn’t doing herself any favors with whiny comparisons like that! Sierra may have been well aware they were each other’s second best, but this would be a much more effective way to calm down if the cute gal was a little quieter.

“Really? W-Well would Bailey… d-do…” Sierra smirked, pridefully continuing her anal pounding without so much as a break for some stamina regaining while dragging her tongue along the crook of Aoi’s neck. Oh, that shudder was already good, but Sierra knew she could get more. “...This~?” Without another word, the mechanic carefully and playfully sunk her teeth into Aoi’s neck to a resoundingly surprised moan from the woman in her grip.

“H-Hah! O-Okay… y-you’re goooood!!!” Aoi’s reaction was, in a fashion growing repetitive, entirely expected. A loud squeak of shocked joy, followed by the slightly unanticipated baring of her neck for Sierra’s vampiric nibbling.

After that, though?

Not a peep.

Wasn’t that nice?

Sierra enjoyed the break from needing to come up with cheeky responses beyond her skill set. She could focus on getting lost in the animalistic slams of her dildo up into Aoi’s cavern. The silicone bump rubbing against her sticky, wet cunt, driving her to an orgasm she secretly hoped might come after Aoi’s looming one.

She had a hunch it was looming, at least. The dick she was fooling around with in her hand was pulsating like mad, and the growing flurry of “fuck fuck fuck” coming from Aoi’s lips seemed to match her theory. Maybe it was the neck biting, but Sierra had a feeling that little animalistic flourish was all for herself.

It was delicate, funnily enough, though. Sierra wasn’t here to send Aoi to the med bay or anything. That sounded like the exact fucking opposite of the moan filled, plap aplenty stress relief they were both getting sweatily lost in the heat of. Sierra’s teeth were, however, known to be sharp. Despite her best efforts, the sly nibbling along the left of Aoi’s neck was more than enough to draw a little blood here and there, along with leaving the beginnings of a hickey that Sierra would really rather not explain…

…

Eh, Aoi’s weird jacket had that huge collar. Nobody would notice it anyway. Stress relief first, right?

With that justification squarely placed in her mind, Sierra decided to coyly lap at some of the leaking, red liquid trailing gently down one of the bite marks on Aoi’s neck. Never really was her taste, but she’d watched enough weird vampire things with Ina on date nights to at least want to try it.

Mmmm… Too metallic for her. If she was drinking something from a girl, Ina especially, it was probably still going to be cum, but, hey never know until ya try, right?

“F-Freeeak~!” That was a bold word to come from the mouth of Aoi Tarowaka, best friend of the base’s number one sleaze, but she was right this time. “C-Cumming byyy the wayyy!” Sierra laughed with Aoi’s giggly, delayed warning.

Before the girl had even finished her sentence, Aoi was shooting ropes of sticky, viscous cum slightly less impressive than usual onto the floor of their temp bunk. A fun, deeply arousing sight to pair with the continued, raw ravaging she was giving Aoi’s ass. The neck biting ceased, but the bucking into Aoi’s well-used ass didn’t until Sierra felt a distinct rush shoot up throughout her entire body, and a small bit of wetness against the pleasure bump of her strap-on.

Sierra wasn’t one for squirting, nor making the kind of mess Aoi prided herself in being able to make. Hell, Ina came like a faucet connected to a frozen pipe, and she was arguably the messy one of the two!

Still, with the rush over and Sierra’s legs starting to buckle a little, she figured there was no better time to gently place Aoi back onto the ground. The animal in Sierra went away as fast as it had shown up and came against her strap-on.

The animal in Aoi, though?

“Phew… I didn’t know you had that in ya, Sierra! You’re always so gentle when we’re with Ina~!”

Well, that was just how Aoi permanently was, wasn’t it?

“Yeah… C-Crap…” Sierra didn’t quite have Aoi’s boundless stamina and endless libido. One good orgasm was enough to knock Sierra on her ass for the night, and she could feel the need for some rest now.

“Sooo. Feeling any better?” Aoi, already back on her feet despite a pounding that would have knocked Ina out of standing for at least a full day, asked with an innocent smile.

Sierra didn’t need to wait long to answer.

“Y’know, I kinda am, actually. Full of good ideas, ain’t ya?” Sierra smiled back, libido and lust gone from it entirely now. She had to admit, Aoi was right. She felt a little clearer, and, more importantly, focused on the task at hand.

Guess even she had to take a load off in a way that didn’t involve building a death machine sometimes.

“I always aaam! That’s how I know we’re gonna get Liz back home in two weeks tooops!” Aoi walked past Sierra and gave a small nudge to her shoulder, though both the walk and the bump were noticeably shaky. Honestly, thank God something could affect this girl. Sierra was starting to get scared they recruited an invincible fallen angel or something. “I gotta shower again. One of us has work tomorrow, after all! Thanks for the fuuun~.” Aoi winked in Sierra’s direction, then pranced away into the Nightjar’s halls without a care in the world nor a piece of clothing on her body.

…

Did Sierra explain Aoi and Bailey’s proclivities for that to Minnie? Fuck, she should get on that tomorrow. Scotch was one thing, but it took a month to convince Aoi not to come to the mess hall for dinner with her dick out…

That was tomorrow’s problem, though. Sierra could shower then, too. Sleeping in the same garage you used to work at was nothing compared to sleeping in a bed with a bit of sweat on ya. She earned some rest just as much as she’d earned that animalistic stress relief.

Sierra quickly removed the harness around her waist and started strolling with a little shake towards her bed on the opposite side of the room. Curiously, she reached under it for a second, pulling out a round, old looking chicken plush toy about the size of her head. With a small laugh under her breath, she placed it on the metal nightstand by her bed before crawling into the lumpy, corporate sleeping pit.

Sleep didn’t come easy, and her gaze remained on that plush toy for close to a minute. She hoped Ina would stay strong for her. Sierra and Liz would be back to their little chicken gal before any of them knew it.

That she promised.

…

Before finally getting some good, post-kidnapping rest, Sierra’s thoughts turned to Bailey.

She’d do right by her. Bailey was a weird, sleazy, morally dubious girl, but she had a heart. Sierra knew that heart was hurting, too, even if Sierra’s own pining had to be nothing compared to it.

She’d do right by that girl. Hopefully she can find some kind of comfort on this base until they do.

Bailey deserved that, right?

Ina would be okay.

Liz would be saved.

Bailey would probably find some debauched way to find comfort in her hell tonight.

Sierra could sleep soundly. Confident in all three things.

…

More correct than she could ever know about the last one…