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“Today I’ll put an end to it!” Silver Wolf boldly declared to her empty room.
Silver Wolf had made the same declaration every day for the last three weeks. Coincidentally, she had also kissed Firefly every day for the last three weeks.
As Silver Wolf had soon found out, her best friend wasn’t joking when she had said she would be back for more ‘practice’. And inevitably, every time Firefly climbed onto her lap and Silver Wolf felt her hot breath tickle her lips, any ounce of her resolve would fly out of the window. Alongside, perhaps, a good fraction of her remaining sanity.
“But that’s why I can’t let this continue any longer.”
Nevermind the morality behind kissing a girl who was already taken; Silver Wolf was a terrorist, she had committed way too many sins already. No, the actual, serious issue was that Silver Wolf was starting to look forward to it. And it wasn’t just the kissing. Firefly was outrageously good at it for someone with so little experience, but there were many ways one could satisfy their carnal desires out there in the cosmos. What Silver Wolf’s heart truly craved was irreplaceable: it was Firefly herself.
Is Firefly going to drop by today?
These days it was the first thought Silver Wolf had in the morning… or rather the afternoon when she woke up after her nightlong gaming sessions. Spending time with Firefly had become the highlight of her days, no matter if it was for a coop session, a simple chit-chat, or sharing passionate effusions.
But that’s exactly why things can’t go on like this… I’m becoming dependent on her.
It was since she was a little kid, struggling to survive in Punklorde, that Silver Wolf had understood this harsh truth: “going solo” was always the most efficient strategy to level up in life.
Sharing exp is useless when every party member inevitably logs off. Becoming a Stellaron Hunter hasn’t changed that.
No matter how much they pretended to be a family, the partnership between the Hunters had an expiration date. Once the script reached its last page and Elio delivered on his promises, they would have no reason to stick to each other. With Firefly, it was not going to be different.
Of course, she’ll try to keep in contact, nice as she is. But only Terminus knows how much she deserves to live her own happy life.
And what ending would’ve been better for Firefly than to board the Astral Express, travelling amongst the stars at the side of the woman she loved?
I’ll make sure she gets that happy ending, even if it means punching it out of Elio.
But she would’ve done so from the side.
A support role fits me best these days… So, let’s put an end to this play-pretend dating, before Firefly does it herself.
A bitter smile curled Silver Wolf’s lips. Getting mopey like this wasn’t like her.
“How much longer did she intend for this practice thing to go on, anyway?” Silver Wolf mumbled, letting herself fall onto the couch.
If she didn’t know better, by now she would’ve thought Firefly was trying to two-time Stelle.
I get the kissing stuff… but why did she buy me that game?
And all the sweet things Firefly whispered in her ears… were they really necessary? It didn’t feel like practice anymore, it almost felt… as if she was treating Silver Wolf like an actual girlfriend.
“As if… life is not a VN, Silver Wolf,” she scoffed, grabbing her controller and beginning to browse the game library on her huge TV screen.
Firefly was as straightforward as it got, both in blowing up IPC bases and personal relationships. There was no way she was trying to consciously lead her own.
She is simply oblivious to how other people can take her actions.
It didn’t help that her actual girlfriend was an idiot like Stelle who wouldn’t bother to teach her some common sense.
“If my girlfriend was playing around with other girls, I would Ether Edit her out of existence,” Silver Wolf grunted.
Her head was such a mess, none of her games seemed appealing today. Hell was probably freezing over right at this moment.
“Maybe I’ll just take a na-”
Knock knock
“EEEK!”
Like a startled cat, Silver Wolf jumped up, making her prized Fluffy-themed limited edition controller fall from her lap onto the floor. Amidst her own cursing, Silver Wolf heard Sam’s deep, mechanical voice come from outside the room:
“Wolfie, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, come on in…”
Without even bothering to pick the controller up, Silver Wolf took her seat again. With a snap of her fingers, she shut off the TV right as Sam’s heavy steps made their way into the room.
Remember what I’ve decided, Silver Wolf thought, closing her eyes.
She didn’t open them even when a familiar green light pierced through her eyelids.
Any second now…
But the attack Silver Wolf was bracing herself for didn’t come. Not even after she felt the couch sink lower because of Firefly’s weight. As she finally opened her eyes, Silver Wolf was confronted with an unfamiliar scene. Firefly was sitting at the other end of the sofa, staring at her knees.
What’s up with her?
No matter how much Silver Wolf protested, lately Firefly had been jumping onto her lap as soon as she entered the room. So why was she trying to put as much distance between the two of them today?
Whatever, I’ll find out later. This… this is actually the perfect chance.
It would’ve been much easier to have a serious conversation if Firefly wasn’t trying to cuddle with her like an over-affectionate puppy. After taking a deep breath, Silver Wolf gathered her courage and…
“F-Firefly!”
“S-Silver Wolf!”
Just as they had spoken in unison, the two girls both blushed when they looked each other in the eye.
What am I getting so flustered for?
Silver Wolf immediately averted her gaze, feigning a coughing fit.
“If you have something to say too, go first,” she then blurted out.
“N-no, it’s fine, Wolfie, I’ll wait.”
Silver Wolf couldn’t resist sneaking a side glance towards Firefly, who was now fidgeting nervously with her fingers.
Why is she acting shy? Has she come up with some new embarrassing girlfriend-training routine?
It was for the better that she was never going to find out. Putting her foot down before that happened and things got even more awkward was the right choice.
Yet… the words just didn’t want to come out. Silver Wolf was sure she had prepared a whole speech, but it was as if the memory card she had stored it in had been wiped clean.
Whatever. Improvising is what I do best.
“Weshouldstopkissing!”
“... sorry, I didn’t quite catch that, Wolfie.”
“Oh, I just sneezed, sorry,” Silver Wolf babbled, hiding her face in a handkerchief as she turned even redder than before.
“You should really ventilate this room. Have you even opened the window this past year?” Firefly giggled.
“Nah, that would ruin the atmosphere. I’ll just have Bladie tidy up the shelves when he’s back from his mission. Anyway…”
Silver Wolf took a deep breath and, staring at her reflection in the turned-off TV, gathered all her courage.
“I think we did enough kissing practice, Firefly. Of course, you are still not at my level, but no amount of training will get you there. You are a perfectly competent kisser now. You could say… you are ready to graduate or something! So, let’s stop, okay?”
She had done it. She had been far from honest, but it was good enough. Now she only had to fend off Firefly’s incoming protes-
“You think so too?!”
“Huh?!”
Silver Wolf turned so fast towards Firefly, she almost hurt her neck. Massaging it, she looked at her best friend, who was nodding excitedly.
“...you mean?”
“Yeah! It’s actually been a few days since I wanted to talk to you about it, but…” Firefly chuckled nervously, “Well, I kept getting cold feet.”
“... I see. Me too…”
Silver Wolf tried her best to return Firefly’s timid smile, but she didn’t need a mirror to know it probably looked like she had just come out of a dentist’s appointment.
Firefly had just answered the question Silver Wolf had asked herself five minutes ago. This farce was ending today, no matter what.
What a relief.
Perhaps Stelle had put her foot down, or maybe Firefly had simply realized how absurd the situation was. Regardless of the reason, Silver Wolf didn’t need to convince her.
“What a relief…” she muttered between her teeth.
“Right? I was worried since, you know, using Sam for it won’t be easy. But if you think I’m ready, Wolfie, I’m sure we’ll manage!”
“Of course we’ll… Wait, what does Sam have to do with this?” Silver Wolf asked, as she slowly registered what Firefly had just said.
“Oh, you are right! I should do things in the proper order,” Firefly started to rummage in her pocket and extracted a folded piece of paper from it.
“What is this?” Silver Wolf’s brow furrowed as she took it from her hands.
As she opened it, she found a formal-looking document.
“I, Silver Wolf, hereby consent to partake in a… sexual intercourse?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
Firefly, who seemed surprised by her reaction, politely replied:
“Well, I read online that when it comes to having sex with someone, consent is the first thing you should acquire.”
“Of course! But why the hell would you need a formal contract for it?! Do you think I’m a car for sale? Wait… that’s not the issue here!”
Silver Wolf’s eyes moved between the absurd contract in her hands and Firefly’s innocent face, her synapses finally catching up to what exactly was going on.
This has to be a joke.
But she already knew it wasn’t. Silver Wolf had been burnt by Firefly’s lack of common sense way too many times to even consider that possibility again.
I was right! She never wanted to stop… she wants to go on even further!
“No…”
“Huh?”
“I’m not going to have sex with you, idiot!” Silver Wolf screeched, pushing the ‘contract’ back into Firefly’s hands.
“... but… you said… ”
Again. That pleading look on her face. The one that always made Silver Wolf waver. But not this time. It would’ve been a point of no return.
I can’t even allow myself to consider the possibility of doing something like that with her!
As much as she hated to admit it, Firefly’s kisses were already enough to make Silver Wolf lose her cool. Going further would probably make her brain leak out of her ears.
Nothing to be ashamed of. Even the coolest bosses have their weaknesses. But that’s exactly why I can’t allow her to expose them anymore.
She needed an excuse to justify what was, in Firefly’s delusional reality, a sudden turnaround. And she needed it fast. Somehow, Firefly had managed to whittle down the distance between them.
I could’ve sworn she was sitting at the other edge of the couch just a moment ago!
“That’s… oh yeah!” Silver Wolf mumbled, pushing her back against the sofa’s arm, “Your condition! S-sex is actually fairly taxing on the body! Your ELS will act up!”
“Oh… Is that what you are worried about?”
Silver Wolf couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt when Firefly smiled softly. More than assuring Firefly’s wellbeing, Silver Wolf’s agenda was to preserve her own sanity after all.
“...but since I’ll be inside Sam, there will be no issue!”
Silver Wolf could almost feel her neurons short-circuit when Firefly made that declaration with a confident smile on her lips.
Wait… when she was talking about Sam before… she meant…?!
“I know how it sounds, but I think I can pull it off! I have studied a lot!”
“How do you even study for something like that?! Did you unearth ancient Glamoth sex-ed videos?”
Firefly chuckled.
“Of course there is no such thing, Wolfie. But there is plenty of material of humans and Intellitrons making love, so-”
“Ok, different question. Where the hell did you find interspecies Intellitron porn?!”
Compared to lost Glamoth media, it was nothing shocking or hard to find for someone who knew their way around the net.
But Firefly is as computer-savvy as Blade! She is the type that would fall for the Lushaka’s prince email scams!
There was no way she had managed to hunt down niche porn on her own. The blush on Firefly’s cheeks told Silver Wolf the truth even before her best friend admitted it.
“...Stelle sent me tons of it.”
That’s it. Forget Elio’s script and defeating Nanook, I’m killing that girl!
As expected, just like with the kissing debacle, that pervert was behind everything. She surely was the one who had put the idea of having sex in Firefly’s innocent mind in the first place.
But then…
“Since she is clearly on board, why are you not just doing it with her? I made an exception for when we kissed… but this is really too much!”
Even if Stelle really had a cheating kink, she shouldn’t have dragged Firefly into her perverted lifestyle.
“Having sex with Stelle?! There’s no way I could do that!” Firefly exclaimed, shaking her head.
Her dissent was so vehement it left Silver Wolf stunned.
Is she having a strong case of first-time anxiety or something?
Unlike everything that surrounded Firefly, that was hardly an abnormal sentiment.
But then why is she so enthusiastic about doing it with me?! Is it because she only sees me as a target dummy?
Maybe. Or perhaps Firefly was worried about something else.
Despite how confident she sounds, using Sam for anything that doesn’t involve carnage is harder said than done.
A weakling like that Stelle girl could’ve easily been crushed under the sheer weight of Firefly’s armor. But Silver Wolf? With a little Ether Editing… she could’ve… easily…
WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!
Silver Wolf hid her face behind her hands as an absurd image popped up in her mind.
Sam, towering over her, their wide, metallic chest hovering right above her face as one of their metal gauntlets made its way between her parted legs and-
“Silver Wolf?”
“EGHE…?!”
Flustered as she was, Silver Wolf hadn’t noticed Firefly pass an arm around her shoulders. When her best friend pulled her closer and went for a kiss, Silver Wolf had no chance to resist.
I had sworn I would never do this again…
That thought soon died as Firefly’s tongue made its way through her parted lips. The taste of defeat had never been sweeter. She should’ve been used to them by now, but Firefly’s kisses had not stopped feeling as maddening as ever. Otherwise, why was Silver Wolf seriously considering having sex with a strategic assault mech?
Of course, she had always looked at Firefly’s armor with eyes filled with desire, but not of the sexual kind! In fact, she had never had those pulsations even for flesh and bones individuals!
But… hadn’t she started feeling hot and bothered even before Firefly had stolen her lips? She actually found the idea appealing, didn’t she? Maybe it was because she always hung around tech, or maybe it was the size difference that intrigued her.
Regardless of the reason, a realization hit Silver Wolf as she buried her hand in Firefly’s hair: she had no right to call Stelle a pervert anymore.
Will my first time… be with a clanker?
It would’ve been easier to accept. But Sam was not a machine. If she accepted, Silver Wolf would’ve been having sex with Firefly, her best friend. The girl she had resolved to push away today, would’ve gotten as close to her as it gets.
“Silver Wolf… can we do it?” Firefly whispered as she pulled back from the kiss.
Those puppy sunset eyes. They would’ve made anyone’s defense crumble… at least if they had put up any in the first place.
“...Fine. Just remember my conditions from last time. Only once, and you won’t tell anyone, okay?”
There were so many ways Silver Wolf could’ve rationalized her capitulation.
Stelle may have been Firefly’s actual girlfriend, but in the end Silver Wolf was the one stealing all her firsts. It was a unique achievement the Trailblazer girl would never be able to get. Wasn’t that a good enough reason?
There still was the fear of Firefly asking Kafka for help, revealing to the wicked woman how Silver Wolf had thrown her dignity away.
Or perhaps, the idea that this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass on. After all, if she reached her thirties without having sex, she may have turned into a witch and developed an unpleasant personality like that obnoxious Genius.
But in the end, the heartache she had felt before, when she had misunderstood Firefly’s intention, was the only reason she needed.
I want to do it. This may be just a play-pretend for her, but to me… it’s real. This may be the last chance I get before it ends, so I better take it.
“...okay…” Firefly murmured, then reaching into her pocket again, she added, “so, first of all, I’m going to need your signature here!”
“Not this again!” Silver Wolf snatched the contract from Firefly’s hands, “I already gave you the okay, no need for this crap!”
After tearing the document, Silver Wolf stood up and went to dump the pieces into the nearby bin.
I better burn everything later… Forget about levelling up, if Kafka finds out about this, it’s going to be Game Over for me.
Silver Wolf swallowed when a green light shone behind her, illuminating the room. A knot formed in her throat as she turned around to find Firefly waiting in her armor, towering at the side of the sofa.
“... s-should we go to your room instead?” Silver Wolf asked.
Silver Wolf didn’t have a proper bed. Sleeping on the sofa was much more efficient, as if she nodded off during her gaming sessions, she could immediately resume her playthrough once she woke up.
“I don’t think using my pod is a good idea, Wolfie. Even if we manage to fit in, I think it may break if I put too much energy into it!”
“... just what are you going to do to me?”
Silver Wolf sighed and pointed her index finger toward the couch. At her command it flattened up, reaching the width of a queen-sized bed. It was not the only way she had tinkered with it. To allow Firefly to play with her while inside Sam, she had reinforced its frame with her powers. No matter how she looked at it, it was the perfect place to do the deed. But…
From now on… I’m going to think about the time Sam railed me on top of it every time I game, aren't I?
Her slippers seemed loaded with lead as she made her way back to her comfy gallows. After kicking them off, she sat down cross-legged and, trying to put on a nonchalant expression, Silver Wolf looked up at Sam.
“So, what are we going to do? D-do I need to get naked?”
Such a dumb question. Silver Wolf could only pray that Firefly had not noticed her voice crack.
“The first step is to prepare you for the act itself. The material I studied stressed the importance of proper lubrication.”
Sam spoke in the usual flat, robotic tone, making the situation seem even more absurd than it already was.
“Why are you talking like I am a rusty door hinge?!”
Silver Wolf threw a little kick at Sam’s chest, trying to hide how much her legs were shaking.
“It’s not like that, Wolf. You see, the female reproductive organs actually secrete-”
“Is this a biology session or what?! Geez, Firefly, you suck at setting the mood… Do you think I’m a kid? I know that stuff already.”
Maybe Silver Wolf had gotten all nervous for nothing. Tricked by Firefly’s uncanny aptitude for kissing, she had already convinced herself that she would’ve also been some kind of sex demon. But, thinking about it, the opposite was far more likely.
She is a clumsy virgin inside cumbersome armor. It would be a miracle if she managed to get me off.
“I guess I should’ve figured, given your experience,” Firefly commented, scratching her helm, “Then, could you start by removing your shirt, please?”
Now that her anxiety levels had gone down a bit, Silver Wolf hesitate much before complying. They had seen each other topless plenty of times when changing before missions, after all. But as soon as her head popped out of the shirt, she let out a gasp. Two mighty hands grabbed her shoulders. Instinctively Silver Wolf closed her eyes as she was gently but firmly pushed down to lie down on the couch. Her lips were trembling, her heart starting to race again. But despite the sofa sinking lower, nothing happened for at least twenty seconds.
“Are you… not going to do anything?”
Silence. Was Firefly teasing her? Was this all a joke?
Silver Wolf cracked open her eyes just enough to see an immobile shadow towering over her.
“Silver Wolf…”
“YES?!”
More silence.
“I’m trying to recalibrate for the next step. From the material I studied, I assumed the size of your breasts would be at least 2 times larger.”
“...I’m leaving.”
But there was no way she could’ve. Now that she had fully opened her eyes, Silver Wolf could see that Sam was straddling her. Firefly was being very careful about not putting any weight on Silver Wolf’s minute body, but there was still no way Silver Wolf could’ve freed herself from her grip now. At least not without using Ether Editing. Meanwhile, Firefly was studying her tiny breasts as though they were one of her mission targets rather than erogenous zones.
Not sexy at all…
“Come on, they won’t get bigger even if you keep staring at- EH?!”
Silver Wolf yelped when ice-cold steel pressed against her bare skin. Sam’s gauntlets closed on her breasts with unexpected gentleness for their size.
“Softer than they look…”
“Just what a girl wants to hear,” Silver Wolf scoffed, grabbing Sam’s wrists, “It feels like you poured ice on me.”
“Oh, don’t worry… that’s part of my attack plan.”
“What the-”
Silver Wolf had to close her mouth to prevent herself from making another embarrassing noise. Firefly, after easily freeing her hands, was now squeezing her boobs with just enough pressure to make her nipples come in contact with Sam’s palms. It was only for a split second, but a jolt of electricity coursed through Wolf’s body.
“I read that this part of the body is especially sensitive to temperature.”
Just as Firefly said that, the gauntlets began to feel warmer against Silver Wolf’s skin.
“Are you… using your fire for this?”
There was no reply.
Firefly fondled her breasts in a circular fashion. Now that the gauntlets were no longer freezing cold, it was actually a pleasant sensation.
Is she… avoiding the center?
Surely not. It was probably just hard for her to fully grasp her little boobs with Sam’s huge hands.
“They are not too hot, right?” Firefly finally asked.
“No, it’s fine but could you- EGHE!?”
Just as Silver Wolf was trying to reply, Firefly gave her breast a more decisive squeeze. It didn’t hurt, but just like before her nipples had slightly grazed the rough surface of the armor.
“Are you… doing this… on purpose?”
Since when had her breath become so ragged?
“Doing what, exactly?” Firefly asked back.
“... you…”
Before Silver Wolf could find a good insult, Firefly finally let go of her chest.
What was going to happen next? Silver Wolf didn’t dare to ask.
I need to stop making these noises.
But that turned out to be easier said than done. Sam’s right hand descended upon her chest again, but this time, instead of fully palming her breast, Firefly simply grazed it with her index finger.
“Mmhhh…”
Silver Wolf gritted her teeth. Cold again. The icy feeling on her now warmed-up skin was torturous. As Firefly began to draw circles around the center of her left breast, Silver Wolf couldn’t help but grasp at the cover sheet of the couch.
This is too much!
And then it happened. As soon as that tormenting finger reached the areola, Silver Wolf’s body jolted up. With Sam on top of her, though, there was no way out. A moan left her lips. It had already escaped when Silver Wolf closed her mouth with her free hand.
Her cheeks were burning with both shame and excitement when Firefly repeated the same motions on the boob that had so far been spared.
A clumsy virgin…
What an idiot. Had Silver Wolf not learnt anything? There were no half-measures when it came to Firefly. If she had said she had done her research, Silver Wolf should’ve taken her seriously. But that wasn’t all. Firefly’s deliberate moves couldn’t just be a mechanical imitation of the videos she had watched.
She’s getting into it.
Firefly had now started mercilessly playing with both of her breasts at the same time. She couldn’t see her face through her helmet, but by the lack of hesitation in her movements, Silver Wolf could tell she was having the time of her life.
But I can’t go down without a fight.
“Y-you are enjoying this, a-aren’t you?” Silver Wolf panted.
“Not as much as you are. You are making such cute sounds, Wolfie,” Firefly replied, groping her breasts with more energy than before.
Silver Wolf barely managed to bite back a moan.
“You… are hearing things. Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I did maintenance on your s-sound modules.”
It was oh so difficult to maintain her signature sarcastic tone. Despite her best attempts to keep her mouth shut, plenty of yelps and whimpers had already slipped through Silver Wolf’s fingers.
“Is that so?” Firefly massaged her elm’s chin with her left hand, while the right continued to torment Silver Wolf’s boob, “guess I should go to the next phase, then. That should get more sound out of you.”
It wasn’t a hollow threat. In fact, it wasn’t hard to guess what she was referring to. Aside from two teasing touches, Firefly still hadn’t given Silver Wolf’s nipples any attention.
Am I just going to come as soon as she gets them?
Silver Wolf didn’t want to find out. Silver Wolf wanted nothing more but to find out.
“Do your worst. Don’t worry, I’ll play along. I would feel bad as your practice partner if I didn’t.”
Silver Wolf closed her eyes again, bracing for the incoming attack. She could feel Firefly’s hands grazing her chest. It was going to happen soon. Soon. Soon?
“... well?”
“Something’s wrong?” Firefly asked, giving her breasts a playful squeeze.
“This again?”
“Were you expecting something else?”
“You…”
“Since you are the teacher, you should just tell me what I should do next, maybe.”
Was teasing a big thing in Intellitron porn? Or were Kafka’s malicious antics starting to influence even Firefly?
Regardless of the reason, Silver Wolf could feel something mounting in her chest aside from arousal: frustration. Firefly’s massage was pleasant, but by now Silver had gotten used to it enough that her excitement was waning.
“So… what should I do?”
Silver Wolf gasped as Sam’s voice spoke right into her left ear. A deep, rumbling sound followed.
“You little-”
A chuckle. Glamoth’s mechs’ voice modules had not been designed with laughter in mind. They were weapons of war after all. Yet, one of them was currently whispering into Silver Wolf’s ear. And… it sounded sexy.
I guess this is also a way for Firefly to take back her own future. Wow, I can have such profound thoughts while a chunk of steel plays with my breasts. Bravo Silver Wolf, you are such-
“NGH!”
A direct poke to her left nipple. That was all it took to make her whole body tremble. Just like before, Silver Wolf’s right hand instinctively went to cover her mouth to prevent more indecent moans from escaping.
It never reaches the target.
“F-Firefly?!”
Silver Wolf’s wrist was now locked in an iron grip. Soon the other one joined it.
“L-let me go!” Silver Wolf stuttered.
“Request denied. I have to make sure my sound systems are working properly.”
There was no time to retort. A simple flick turned Silver Wolf’s words into a cry.
“All systems green. Proceeding with more testing.”
“N-no! Wait!”
Her plea fell on deaf ears.
Rub. Poke. Flick. Pinch.
Every time her right nipple was stimulated, a new note of bliss left Silver Wolf’s lips. The previous long teasing had turned her sensitivity sliders all the way to the max. Alongside the volume ones.
With each moan, her shame grew. As her shame grew, so did her arousal. There was something about her hands being pinned above her head, unable to escape from Firefly’s grasp, that was driving Silver Wolf insane.
“Cute.”
Why why why why why?
How could being mocked feel hot? The esteemed Wolf of Punklorde enjoying being in a cage? No way.
She had to free herself. Her powers would’ve easily allowed her, if only she could think straight.
As Sam gently rolled her nipple between their thumb and finger, Silver Wolf thought she was about to combust. One of the many victims burnt alive by the Molten Knight. If it felt so good, such an ending would have been so bad, perhaps.
She was drunk. Drunk with pleasure. There was no other way to explain these irrational thoughts. When her hands were suddenly freed, it took her several seconds to notice.
“Silver Wolf?”
“...yes?” she rasped.
“You want me to stop? I’m not hurting you, right?”
What a monster. Stellaron Hunter Sam’s bounty surely needed a couple of 0s added. Of course, knowing Firefly, that question was out of genuine worry. But…
…she really is going to make me say it.
“No. Don’t stop.”
Normally she would’ve added a ‘I’m not feeling anything anyway’ but even Firefly would have seen through such an obvious lie.
“Don’t stop. Take me to the next level, I’m no quitter,” Silver Wolf husked.
Now, that was more in character. But it wouldn’t have taken long to get her begging if Firefly didn’t start again soon. Silver Wolf could only hope her ‘study material’ wasn’t of the kinky kind.
“Here I go then! I’ll set you ablaze, Wolfie.”
It really felt like her flesh would soon melt away when Firefly rubbed both her nipples with icy steel fingers. Even the one that has so far been spared was already rock hard.
“F-fuck!” Silver Wolf babbled.
Now that her hands were free, she grabbed the pillow under her head with all her strength to keep herself from completely giving in to pleasure. But that last anchor wouldn’t have lasted long. In quick succession, Firefly subjected her to the repertoire she had practiced.
A flick, and her breath would hitch. A poke, a whimper would leave her lips. A rub, her hips would arch. A moment Firefly would torment her with cold steel, the next it would turn hot, not giving Silver Wolf any chance to adapt.
But she would’ve managed. She would’ve managed if it weren’t for something new.
When Firefly lightly pinched her nipples and pulled them, Silver Wolf jerked like a wild animal. Her hands reached for Sam’s massive biceps, her nails sliding on the slick steel as she desperately clawed at them.
What came out of her mouth was probably the loudest sound she had ever made. Definitely the most obscene. With it arrived the realization that her silly thought was terrifyingly turning into reality. She was about to come, just from her nipples being played with. Was such a shameful thing even possible?
She was not going to find out. At least not today.
Firefly’s hands left her breasts. Slowly, methodically, her fingers traced the skin down to the stomach and then her exposed belly. They drew circles around it before continuing the journey south.
So delicate.
Was it because she was drenched in sweat? Its musky odor was filling Silver Wolf’s nostrils.
But no.
The old Stellaron Hunter Sam, would never have taken the time for something like this. The old Firefly would have just shoved a hand between Silver Wolf’s legs without much thought.
“Isn’t it often the case in movies that a guy comes home and turns on the lights, only to find someone sitting on the sofa waiting for him? Kafka and Blade both like to do that, and Sam won’t even give the guy a chance to turn on the lights.”
That was her go-to example when asked to describe her companions. But outside of missions, it really wasn’t accurate anymore. Firefly had learnt to let go of her worries and enjoy the ride. Silver Wolf was a big reason for this change, and now she was paying a devilish price for it.
But… I’d never regret it.
It wasn’t the only way Firefly had grown. There was no way Sam’s huge hands would’ve been able to so easily take off her shorts in the past.
“The lubrication was successful.”
Okay, maybe I regret it a bit…
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to hack your suit and turn you into a toaster,” Silver Wolf sighed, covering her eyes with the back of her arm.
“Your panties are drenched.”
Not as weird, but no less embarrassing.
“Just take them off!”
Silver Wolf gasped when the wet lingerie slid down her legs. The feeling of her privates being exposed was enough to make her shudder.
“...this won’t do.”
“Eh?”
Silver Wolf freed her eyes to witness a massive mech deeply in thought while staring at her pussy.
“If we do it like this, you won’t be able to see.”
“Why the hell would I need to see you… do me?!”
“Well, you are my teacher, aren’t you?”
An impending feeling of doom took hold of Silver Wolf as Sam grabbed her from under the shoulders.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”
Firefly easily lifted Silver Wolf from the sofa like she was a kitten and, after sitting down, deposited her between Sam’s open legs.
This position…!
Silver Wolf’s heart dropped when she saw her pale face reflected in the turned-off TV in front of the sofa. Right at that moment, a powerful arm embraced her completely naked body.
“Nnngh…”
Her left breast was surrounded by cold metal once more, while another steel hand made its way down towards her slit. Firefly was about to take everything from her. And Silver was going to watch all of it happen.
No no no no no no!
This was too much. Not even an IPC prison would put a criminal under such devious psychological torture. She was going to die of shame.
But her right to protest was soon taken away. Firefly pinched her nipple, and intelligible speech transitioned into moaning. Her eyes turned watery. Silver Wolf could only pray the tears would cloud her vision, as… there is no way she could look away.
A quake coursed through her body when Sam’s hand parted her lips. Those hard fingers, fully capable of crushing bones, caressed her with loving tenderness, her juices dripping on the metal making it shine even more.
“F-Firefly!” Silver Wolf groaned.
“It’s okay, Wolfie, I’ll be careful, just tell me immediately if it hurts.”
The only thing that was hurting was Silver Wolf’s pride. Firefly’s touches were precise and delicate, Silver Wolf’s wetness allowing her rough fingers to play around the entrance without too much worry.
If she goes in-
Silver Wolf couldn’t even finish that thought. The simultaneous stimulation of her nipple and her pussy was making her brain go blank. Maybe if Firefly let at least one of them free, she could’ve gotten used to it.
But there was no break in sight.
As soon as Firefly slowed down with her hand down there, a pinch and pull would catch her chest by surprise. When her nipple was lightly caressed, a more energetic rub of the labia would make her yelp. And worst of all, it wasn’t just sounds Silver Wolf had to worry about now. She could see everything unfold in her reflection. She could see her eyes twitch, her mouth open lasciviously, her boobs shake lewdly, her spine arch backwards as she slowly lost more and more control. Her ears were ringing, the sounds of Sam’s rumbling engine pressed against her back almost fading in the background.
She could feel the fire inside her was about to burst at any second now.
“F-Firefly p-please.”
She was begging now. And it wasn’t to make it stop.
“Alright. Time to end this, Silver Wolf.”
Explosive finales were Firefly’s signature. This time would be no different. That was Silver Wolf’s last coherent thought before her clit was grazed. If Firefly wasn’t holding her so tight, she would’ve probably jumped high enough to hit the ceiling.
“FIREFLY!”
Every tender touch on her most sensitive spot brought her closer and closer to release. It was not the first climax of her life, but Firefly had brought her farther than her own hands ever could.
She was ready. Ready to give up everything for… for… for whom?
Clarity.
Silver Wolf stared into her own eyes. Such a sloppy expression. Disgraceful. How could she allow herself to get into this state?
…I’m sorry, Firefly.
It only took her a split second to page Prometheus.
Servant, calibrate on Sam’s touches, reduce body sensitivity to 10%.
Ether Editing truly was prodigious. One moment she was right at the edge, the other she had been completely pulled away from it.
Her heart stopped racing; her breathing returned steady. Arousal was gone, supplanted by overwhelming guilt. With her sense of touch dulled, Silver Wolf could barely feel Firefly’s touch now. She was surely still trying her best to satisfy Silver Wolf and grant her a release that was no longer possible.
I’m disgusting.
Why was she like this? Why couldn’t she let herself go?
She had taught Firefly how to break her shackles, and yet she herself was content staying inside the cage she had built for herself.
It wasn’t about pride. That was also a manufactured life.
It was fear. Even now that she was no longer feeling pleasure, her body was still trembling.
I can’t… I can’t be honest.
She couldn’t say to Blade that she didn’t want him to die. She couldn’t make Kafka understand that her heart was already there, right in her chest. She couldn’t tell Stelle she missed her. She couldn’t allow herself to think of the Hunters as a family. She couldn’t admit… she loved Firefly.
Otherwise… when the end comes… I won’t be able to bear being alone again.
“I’m sorry, Wolfie. I figured this might happen.”
”Firefly…”
A dagger was lodged in her heart.
“Firefly… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she sobbed.
“It’s fine, don’t worry, it’s not your fault.”
She didn’t deserve that gentle hand that was patting her head.
“With how rough these hands are, it’s natural that you would start drying up, but I’ve got this. I’ll make you come, no matter what.”
”What-?!”
Silver Wolf had no time to realize what was happening that she was already lying down on her back again. A flash of green light briefly blinded her.
”Firefly? What are you doing?!”
The armor that had so thoroughly played with her body was no longer there. In its place was a beautiful, silver-haired girl. Her cheeks were flushed red, her sunset-colored eyes filled with determination as she climbed on top of Silver Wolf in her own body.
“Firefly, no! You can’t! You’ll get hurt!” Silver Wolf babbled, trying to push her away.
But that only helped Firefly get closer to her target.
“Don’t worry, just moving my tongue won’t make ELS flare up!” she declared, getting a hold of Silver Wolf’s thighs.
”Your tongue?! Wai- NGH?!”
Silver Wolf instinctively opened her legs wide when Firefly blew on her privates.
SHIT! Ether Editing is still calibrated on Sam’s gauntlets, I need to-
But there was no time for that. Firefly lips touching her was the end of any possible resistance. Just like the first time they had kissed, it was far too overwhelming. And, as back then, Firefly’s tongue was quick to follow. Her mouth, her pussy… it didn’t matter anymore. Everything melted together.
It was clear now. She couldn’t stay in her cage no longer. Even if she barricaded herself inside, Firefly was going to tear it up and drag her out using everything she had.
“FIREFLY YES, MAKE ME COME!”
”Finally being honest, huh?”
Firefly briefly poked her head up from between Silver Wolf’s legs, her tender smile dripping with her wetness.
“JUST DO IT!”
Silver Wolf didn’t need to say it twice. Firefly was already back down, lapping her pussy with even more enthusiasm. Every spot was kissed, licked, and sucked with loving dedication. That wicked tongue even reached inside, where Sam’s fingers hadn’t dared to go.
Moans were coming out freely from Silver Wolf’s mouth. One of her hands was buried in Firefly’s hair, going along with the rhythm of their lovemaking dance; the other was on her breast, thumb and index pinching and pulling on her nipple.
Silver Wolf’s hips bucked wildly as the incoming climax returned to fill her mind.
“I’M COMING!”
Firefly was going to bring her over the edge this time, and she was going to accept it with her whole being.
Sweet lips closed on her clit, a last kiss to end this game of love.
A multicolored world opened itself before Silver Wolf’s eyes. Was this the fabled level 999 Elio had promised her? No… it had to be even further than that cap.
“FIREFLY!”
That was the only thing she could yell in front of such a spectacle. The name of the girl she loved.
“Silver Wolf… are you okay?”
Slowly the afterglow began to wane. But the world Silver Wolf returned to was no less beautiful. Firefly was lying at her side, her face mere inches from hers.
“I’m okay. Thank you.”
Firefly’s lips curled into a smile.
“Silver Wolf, I love you.”
You are so cruel…
Silver Wolf returned the smile. If she opened her mouth now, she would’ve surely said the fateful three words too, ending the blissful moment.
“Are you free at the end of the month, Wolfie?”
”Should be, why?”
”Let’s go to the Dreamscape. I want to… do everything with my own body. It’s only fair, right?”
”…right.”
Silver Wolf sighed.
“But after that… I’'ll have something to tell you.”
Firefly pouted.
“Oh, come on, you can’t say something like this now, you know I’ll get curious.”
“You deserve it after what you put me through today,” Silver Wolf booped her nose.
“You are starting to sound like your usual self again… I don’t know, maybe we should go one more time, I liked how sweet you were when I-”
“One more word and I’m bringing you to Washtopia instead of Penacony.”
“Fine… but till then… I’ve got an idea.”
“How did my life turn out like this?”
The massive mechanical dildo on her workbench didn’t answer her question. It couldn’t talk after all. It could, however, sync-up perfectly with Sam’s systems, allowing Firefly to effortlessly maneuver it with her thoughts. It was able to secrete a powerful lubricant that doubled as a sensitivity enhancer. Not only that, but this state of the heart artificial cock was able to simulate ejaculation, expelling a white liquid that tasted exactly like Silver Wolf's favorite milkshake flavor.
When Firefly is cured, making a twin blade should be rather easy. Of course, I’ll make an Oak Cake Roll solution for her.
Silver Wolf would’ve loved to declare she had gone to this length just out of love for science. But then… was there really a need to model the thing so it perfectly fitted her vagina?
She also wouldn’t have taken two weeks to make it if she didn’t have to touch herself so much. Just working on the damn thing was enough to make her wet.
“But it’s finally over now-”
Knock knock
Again. That was another reason she hadn’t finished earlier. Firefly kept coming to check on the progress, and that would inevitably lead to…
“Impatient, much?”
Silver Wolf grabbed the dildo and headed for the workshop’s door. She opened it, ready to show Firefly her magnus opus.
“…Dinner is ready.”
“…w-weren’t you on a mission, Blade,” Silver Wolf stammered.
“Mission was a joke. Firefly told me you kept eating junk food while me and Kafka were out, so I won’t take a no today.”
Forget eating, Silver Wolf wanted nothing more than to dig her own grave right at this moment. Blade acting like he couldn’t see the massive cock in her hands was perhaps even more embarrassing than if he had yelled at her.
Well… at least it’s him and not Kafka.
“Bladie, you are also back early? Oh, Silver Wolf… oh my!”