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GUNDAM LADIES WING

By Rosach
Public Domain - no copyright will be asserted.
2010

[machines, lesbian, some rape themes (but not as arousal matter)]

Author's note: This is the first, possibly only instalment in the
Gundam Ladies Wing story - based on a sexual fantasy I had. It draws
on Japanese Manga iconography and a peculiar sort of technological
innovation. I'd love it if someone with manga drawing or 3d CGI skills
ever turned this into an illustrated story - I think there's a lot of
visual potential with the robots and combat sequences :)

email rosach@gmail.com.

----

It was a warm April when Asui was admitted to the gundam pilot
training course. Asui had been a successful second-line pilot in the
regular Air Force, flying inland interdiction missions and
reconnaissance for the army, and gaining a reputation for skill as a
pilot. It was a satisfying military career and her country was holding
its own in the long running war with its neighbour, but Asui was
ambitious, and wanted to get out of merely flying airplanes. She
wanted to be a gundam pilot - a controller of the massive humanoid
robots that had come to dominate front-line combat in the war.

Asui didn't know why she wanted to go to the front line units - the
work was more dangerous and the pay no better than her relatively
cushy job as an aircraft pilot. But she felt an affinity with the
gundam wings she had escorted, and the idea of becoming the controller
of such a magnificent super-human force appealed to her dominant
sensibilities, and the lure of potential heroism wasn't offputting
either.

So it was in that April that she found herself on a bus through a
military access road in the mountains with about 17 other girls - all
pilots of a similar age to her (she was 23) - all having been admitted
to a new, secretive and highly selective course for a gundam wing they
had never before heard of - the 11th.

Asui and the other trainees got off the bus in the remote mountain
airbase. In the distance, a series of large hangers sat at one end of
the base, while more conventional hangers and low barracks stood just
in front of them. A row of transport planes sat on the tarmac to the
east, while just over the top of one of the hangers, Asui could see
the top radar housing (shaped - for effect - a bit like a human head)
of a gundam!

The trainees were dressed in standard air-force trainee gear - either
knee length skirts or trousers, military boots, jackets with trainee
rank badges embroidered on, and ladies' military hats. However, it was
immediately noticeable that this was not the way that other personnel
on this base dressed. The trainees suddenly stood silent and gawked
when a group of four female pilots walked past, chatting to each
other.

It wasn't their jackets that were unusual - they were a fairly
elaborate but not uncommon form of officer jacket with braiding, a
stand-up collar, officer pips and a double-breasted front -
immaculately tailored over the chests of their wearers. Nor were the
white pilot hats that they wore - again standard-issue with a gundam
unit badge embroidered on the side.

It was what they wore below the jackets that was causing
consternation, for they were wearing startlingly little! Each pilot
was wearing either a thigh-length white version of military combat
boots covered in staps and buckles, or a combination of thigh-length
embroidered leggings with standard white dress boots. In addition, one
pilot wore just a pair of white panties, another wore an obscenely
short miniskirt which revealed at the back the curved undersides of
the pilot's toned buttocks (and, Asui was sure she saw, a flash of
uncovered pussy from the front as she strode), the third wore only a
small white thong which tied up at the sides like a bikini, and the
fourth wore what appeared to be a white scarf tied around her hips
like a miniskirt, and knotted at the front where the ends of the scarf
hung down between her legs (again, Asui was shaw she saw a flash of
pink behind this).

The pilots waved briefly to the trainees and strode away
purposefully. Looking around, it was obvious that a) everyone on the
base was female and b) everyone - irrespective of rank or station -
dressed like that except the airside engineers in their hi-vis
dungarees. A combination of standard military jackets of various
colours, matching thigh-high leggings or boots, and usually thin
cotton panties, although lacy panties, skirts and other things were in
evidence as well.

What a strange way to dress, thought Asui. It was not an entirely
unprecedented manner of dress for the Kantabrian Army - the standard
uniform for women in military bands was a similar sort of thigh-length
legging, plus a dress leotard and ceremonial hat. But never had she
seen actual on-base personnel dressed any way like it, and it had to
be said that the panties being worn here left a lot less to the
imagination than the bandswomens' leotards.

The trainees were ushered inside the drill hall and not given the
opportunity to ask what was going on.

----

After filing into the hall and sitting on the plastic seats that were
laid out in front of a basic podium, an officer dressed - as seemed to
be the norm - in a white jacket (it bore Commander-rank pips), white
thigh-length leggings that bore a number of embroidered markings on
the right hand thigh, and small white bikini-cut panties - strode out
in front of the group and stood at the podium.

"Welcome ladies to Arabikan airbase. My name is Commander
Kuanani. When we are at ease, you may address me as simply "Kuan".
When we are on duty you will address me as "Commander". I have been
assigned as your unit commander. You will report directly to me. You
will obey my orders, and you will succeed.

"Thank you, and welcome once again. You have elected to join a very
special unit - the 11th Gundam Wing, Special Services Division of the
Air Force. We are called variously the "banshees" or the
"femi-gundam". This is an all-female unit, as you can see. This is,
indeed, an all-female base. The reasons for this will soon become
evident to you, but we maintain strict gender separation here - no men
are allowed in the base for any reason.

"This is also a highly elite unit. We are the most successful squadron
in the airforce on a pilots-to-kills ratio. We bring unparallelled
firepower into the arena and we are dominating this sector. The
airforce is in the process of setting up other similar all-female
units, but everything that we do here is absolutely top secret, so you
have been subject to the highest level security clearances in being
selected.

"Being stationed here will be the apex of your careers. It will also
be the most fun you will ever have in your lives, I am quite confident
in saying that.

"You are dismissed to barracks for the day. You will be issued with
new uniforms and will report at the next assembly in those. You are
trainee members of the 11th - congratulations. Go now.

Filing out of the hall, Asui whispered to Kana and Lisu who were
standing behind her "Hey! What's going on here? What's with the
knickers and boots?"

"No idea Asui" replied Kana.

"It's pretty weird" added Lisu.

They marched along the path to the residential barracks, where each
was assigned a room, given a key and a pile of new navy blue clothes -
an 11th wing trainee jacket, a pair of slacks, a skirt, a pilot's hat,
a pair of thigh-length leggings, dress boots, normal-length combat
boots, and several pairs of plain blue granny-knickers which looked
quite modest in comparison to what was being worn around the base.

"Wear these at your parade and drill, my dears - any combination of
them is acceptable." said the barracks orderly as she handed them out.

Asui got to her room and unpacked her things. She pottered around,
checking things out. Most of the room was quite ordinary for a
military base - there was a bed, a refrigerator, sink, window, shower
room and cupboards. However, as she flicked through the channels on
the TV she was startled to see that there were a couple of channels of
uncensored pornography - one seemingly specialising in lesbian porn
and the other in straight. There was also a large tube of vaseline in
the bathroom cupboard. "What the hell?" she said to herself.

She sat down on the bed and watched the straight porn channel for a
while as it seemed less boring than anything else. The male 'talent'
was at least attractive, and she rubbed herself aimlessly under the
waistband of her pants while she watched cocks going in and out of
various starlets' snatches in hi-def detail. She was not in a mood to
think about anything much.

She also took a little time to watch the activities on the base from
her window. She had a good view of the airside tarmac, and saw a few
transports take off and land. There was a constant buzz of activity on
the tarmac near the hangers, with figures running back and forth - the
engineers in their dungarees and officials, pilots and others parading
around in their strange and provocative uniform, the curves of their
semi-exposed buttocks occasionally seeming to glint in the sun.

She was thrilled to see a gundam being towed from its hanger. The
majestic super-humanoid robot with its rocket feet, its winged elbows,
the anthropomorphic 'head' full of radar equipment, and the seat for
the pilot nestled in its chest - exposed to the elements but for a few
perspex wind deflectors. She would ride one of those things - she knew
it - and she felt a tinge of envious ambition in her chest as she
watched a pilot wander up to it in the distance as it was being
prepared for flight.

In the mid afternoon the base intercom barked an order for all
trainees to muster in the drill hall. She put on her new uniform -
choosing to err on the side of modesty, not knowing what on earth was
going on with dress standards here. Dress boots, slacks, jacket and
hat over standard military underclothes. She wandered out and joined
her comrades as they marched toward the hall. Most of them had
similarly opted for modest dress and looked nervous. Lisu had opted
for the knee length skirt, perhaps because it was warm, but Kikunani -
a boisterous girl - had evidently decided that "When in Rome ..." she
would adopt the local custom and had worn the leggings and granny
knickers, and was taunting a girl next to her over her refusal to do
the same. Her thighs looked pretty good - very smooth, and Asui
noticed Lisu seemed to be admiring them from behind.

----

In the drill hall, the podium had been augmented with a projector
screen, and the Commander was already standing ready to deliver some
kind of lecture.

"Good afternoon ladies, at ease please. Be seated." spoke the
Commander.

"You have been selected from the aircraft squadrons due to certain
characteristics, to become gundam pilots. These characteristics are
your physical fitness, coordination, security level, perceived
leadership potential, and your commanders' perception of your level of
ambition and drive.

"Ah yes, you might not know about the last one - we certainly didn't
advertise it as a selection criterion. But I will announce something
here that I know about you - each one of you took an opportunity to
have sex with your commanding officer in order to get here!

There was a sudden shreik of noise as several people either dropped
their pens, moved violently in their chairs, or made a noise of shock
at the sudden and entirely unexpected revelation. Clearly, it was the
truth, as the trainees glanced furtively at each other, red faced and
recognising in each other a look of guilt.

"This was all duly reported to us by your commanding officers you
know, you're all ambitious little sluts, and that's what we like to
see. Now don't look at me with that protesting look. We've all done
it, and it's perfectly fine. We *want* your type - you're ideal for
this unit. Now just come to terms with the fact that we know you slept
with your bosses, and we will say no more about it.

The words fell with a faint whiff of blackmail. So this was how it
worked. "We own you" - the unit had a secret which banded them
together.

Asui had certainly fucked her commander in her old unit. When she was
doing the exams for the gundam wing, the time ran out too soon. She
was alone with the commander at a single desk in his office. She put
up her hand to shoo him away as he came toward her to collect her
papers, and "accidentally" placed her hand on his crotch. She had
apologised in a profuse manner, but didn't actually take her hand off,
and felt his cock hardening in his trousers. Then she had unzipped his
flies, pulled out his cock, wrapped her mouth around it, and fellated
him calmly and carefully. The two of them fucked at length on his
office floor, before she was given plenty of time to finish the
exam. They were still good friends now.

The Commander began her introductory lecture on the gundam.

"The Gundam is the world-changing invention of this war. We invented
it, the Borovians copied it. Now, we have perfected it, and we have
done so in this very base.

"The rise of the gundam is a function of the diminishing returns of
high-tech weaponry. In developing aircraft, each side deploys measures
and countermeasures. Technologically, once each weapon or detection
system is known, it is quite deterministic for engineers to counteract
it with opposing systems. Eventually, everything nullifies everything,
and aircraft in war after war have ended up dogfighting with cannon
fire because nothing else works. There is no enduring technological
edge. The only real variable is pilot skill.

"Our military was the first to internalise the lesson that the pilot
is the only real weapon in air combat. The genius of the gundam is
that instead of trying to make a super-aircraft, we have made a
super-pilot.

"Unlike with an aircraft, the fact that a gundam flies is only
incidental to its purpose. The gundam's purpose is to magnify and
enhance the mental and physical capabilities of the pilot - to *be*
the pilot, essentially, only a hundred times larger and ten thousand
times more powerful. This is why they are constructed as humanoid
robots - it is no mere whimsy. As a pilot - the gundam is you.

"Now the gundam's purpose is to enhance the capabilities of its
pilots, particularly those human abilities to think creatively and
move fluidly - something not possible with an aircraft which follows a
simple aerodynamic path and is controlled with computers. So it
follows that the key to success is finding the most capable pilots.

"To date we have focussed simply on selecting pilots with strong
mental capabilities, a lot of agility and physical fitness. This has
served us well, but it has its limitations. Particularly in
controlling the gundam, it must move in three dimensions, while the
pilot must be able to master simultaneously movement up and down,
forward and backward, side to side and rotating in every direction, at
the same time as controlling sophisticated weapon systems, engine
systems, and communicating intensively in real time. This task is
quite overwhelming, because we only have four limbs and ten fingers.

"In combat you can't ever remove your hands or legs from the main
controls for a moment, so this imposes severe restrictions on how many
controls a pilot can use. There can be - for instance - really no more
than about twelve or fourteen buttons on a joystick before it becomes
too confusing to use. Your arms and legs are entirely given over to
controlling the gundam limbs which mimic their movements. Some things
have helped to increase the control capabilities of pilots, such as
using a tongue palette controller for communication controls, but
fundamentally, every physical capability of pilots is used. A key
limitation has been that the left hand is used for both throttle and
also lateral controls, robbing pilots of fine grained control over
lateral position while they deal with trajectory.

"Well I said all capabilities are used up, but that's not *quite* the
case, and you're all probably wondering why this has to be an
all-female unit. The answer to that is control mechanisms, and in what
we women can do that men can't.

"If you look at someone dancing, one thing that they have independent
movement control over, apart from their legs and arms, is their
hips. You can gyrate and wiggle your bottom quite separately from your
legs. In pilotage terms, that's another potential control
mechanism. However, attempts to hook up pilots' hips to the control
surfaces were not successful. The hips are very mobile, and have to
remain free for a lot of things - hooking them up required pilots to
sit rigidly still when they didn't want to use the lateral controls
that the hips were meant for, and they didn't have enough voluntary
control over the movements. So the experiment was a failure.

"But it occurred to an engineer - a lady engineer - that it would be
possible to get that kind of voluntary control, without compromising
external movement, if only the lateral controls were controlled from
the *inside* of the hips rather than the outside.

"Do you see what I'm getting at here? The gundams needed a controller
that could be manipulated around, changing angle back and forth and
side to side using the inner muscles of the pilot. How do you do that?
Simple!" the Commander said brightly, and changed the slide on the
screen to a picture of a gundam seat.

"You get a woman pilot, and you get her to sit, more or less, on a big
flexible dildo!" ... the audience gasped in disbelief as a large
cylindrical protrusion duly appeared on the slide at the base of the
seat graphic.

"This 'dildo' is called a control shaft, and it controls the lateral
thrusters of the gundam. We pilots actually sit on the gundam with
this thing penetrating us, and we rock our hips around while clenching
it with our vaginal muscles to move it. By doing this we free up all
of our left hand for thruster control. It is highly effective, and it
gives us a critical edge over our opponents. The Borovians, remember,
are highly patriarchal and don't even have female pilots. They would
need to change their whole culture to start, and in the meantime, we
will eat their lunch.

"I am going to give you a moment to get over your astonishment, after
which I will brief you in more detail on the gundam controls." the
Commander said, and strode out of the room and beckoned the class to
follow. They headed into a training hangar, where a 1/2 size replica
of a gundam stood on the floor for training purposes. Sure enough, in
the seat, a shiny metallic cylinder with a rounded end protruded
upward, in just the right position to get at a woman's most intimate
region. It must have been about 7 inches long, and it sat on a black
plastic ridge which ran down the seat, moulded to the shape of the
underside of a woman's sitting legs.

----

When the group had assembled standing on the floor in front of the
training gundam, the Commander resumed her lecture.

"The control seat is a complicated and sophisticated piece of
equipment. As I have explained, it uses pretty much every controllable
part of your body for some function.

"You will see that there are many different parts. Let's start with
the basics. One of the most important things is learning how to sit
properly. You will see that the back of the seat is full length - it
comes up to your head - padded, and slightly concave. This is to allow
you to move up and down at will. The control apparatus is designed to
keep you pressed back against the seat back no matter what direction
gravity is from, particularly by means of important brace points.

"These... " .. she banged two large, padded, solid clamp-like things
attached to strong steel protrusions near the bottom of the seat "
.. are knee braces - the most important braces. These go around your
calves just below the knee, and this is where your weight will go most
of the time. You'll see there is also a support for under your thigh
just above the knee too - this is on springs for tension, and supports
your up or down movements. You'll also see that there are similar
sprung supports to go under your armpits when necessary."

"Further, there is a safety harness which goes around your waist and
shoulders, which clips to the back of the seat, but it has some give
to allow you to position yourself. The harness will considerably damp
the effects of G-forces. The whole cockpit is also on a hydraulic
suspension system to protect you from G-forces and vibrations - but
not *too* much from vibrations" she said and winked.

"The braces are the support elements of the overall control limbs. You
see that a light 'exoskeleton' of moulded aluminium rods follows the
outside of your legs from these points near your hips down through the
knee braces, and on down to your feet where there are footholds, and
there is jointing throughout this. Similarly for your arms, ending in
glove controllers. These will be totally customised to your body shape
by the mechanics."

"These exoskeletons are 'alive' if you will. Every joint is
electronically monitored and fed through to the gundam's control
computer. The gundam's limbs will move *exactly* as you move yours,
except that it won't let you unbalance its centre of gravity while
it's on the ground."

"You need to think of the controls of the gundam as mimicking the
characteristics of your own body. Legs are for broad movement, both
on the ground and containing the major thrusters for flight. The arms
are for manipulation and combat. Your hands are for fine control -
your left hand will control the flight systems and your right hand
will control the weaponry. Your mouth - using the tongue palette
controller - is for communication."

"...and your hips: hehehe!" - the Commander giggled - "...well,
they're for /dancing/ of course!", and she 'demonstrated' by placing
her hands on her hips and rocking them from side to side in a
provocative way, smiling at her still nervous and perplexed audience.

"Your hips! That's what the control shaft is for. Don't think of it as
being your *vagina* controlling anything, it's your hips - your sexy
dancing, bum wiggling hips. The control shaft controls the lateral
thrusters - forward and back when in an upright position, and left and
right. By rocking your hips around, you can slew the gundam, giving
you an ultimate amount of maneuverability, while keeping the rest of
your limbs free for other work. *This* is the essence of our
success. And it's fun to dance too!

"The control shaft, like the control exoskeleton, will be totally
customised to your body and your ... likes and dislike, I guess." said
Cdr Kuanani. "This one just has a small plain straight silver shaft
because it's a training model, but if you like bigger things, curved
things, ridged or studded things, we can cater to that" she said, and
winked again.

"Let me demonstrate now for you" said the Commander and she vaulted up
the gantry to the control seat and clambered onboard. She slipped each
forearm into the control gloves and placed the elbows on the guiding
pieces of aluminium at the right spot.

"You put the arms in like this, but don't even think of engaging the
gundam controls until you're completely ready and cleared to go.

"For ground maneuvering and flight, we don't generally need lateral
thrusters, so we can adopt the 'flight control' position, which
essentially means giving your pussy a rest, because using the shaft
all
the time would make you mega-sore.

"So you basically sit on the seat just behind with the control shaft
between your thighs against your pubic region. Then put your knees
into the knee braces like this, and then your feet into the footrests
like this ... and clip the safety harness over your shoulder like so.

"Once you've done that you should find that you can lift yourself up
and down quite easily by pressing down against the knee braces, and
you essentially slide against the back of the seat with hydraulic
assistance from the exoskeleton, although you can move off it forward
a bit too, and hang against the harness.

"Remember you can remove your arms from the exoskeleton at any time,
but once in, your legs are stuck, they're keeping you in place.

"Right - that was flight control position. Now the fun bit - combat
control position. This is where we get intimate with our machines.

"Obviously, sticking a big bit of metal up into yourself isn't exactly
pleasant normally, and your machine won't be giving you backrubs and
candlelit dinners to turn you on, so we've made some practical
accommodations. The shaft itself has a warm heating element in it, and
a lubricating mechanism. This button on the left hand glove will get
the shaft to self-lubricate like so...

The audience slightly gasped in increduility as some goo 'ejaculated'
from the top of the shaft and dribbled down its side.

"Now you just hop on, basically" said the Commander, as she raised
herself up by her thighs and unselfconsciously pulled aside her white
panties revealing a well shaved public mound with a slightly
protruding clitoris to the audience. Sitting back quickly she squeaked
slightly as the shaft slid into her, but otherwise appeared incredibly
unfazed about what she was doing. Asui stood and gawped, open-mouthed.

"It takes some getting used to, ladies, but trust me, you will never
want to leave this unit. Your machine will be at once your power, your
second skin, your protector, your slave, and your lover. You will
become *as one* with it, and I mean that in a most profound
way. Sitting here impaled upon one of the most powerful machines ever
constructed, you feel like a goddess, and I guess that's what we are.

"Oh, there's one other important control. Once you've adopted combat
control position, this little thing here ..." and she sat up again,
raising herself almost but not quite off the control shaft "... behind
me - can you see it? - it's a little red oval thing about 5cm long
that will pop up behind the control shaft. It looks like a buttplug,
girls, because that's essentially what it is. This is the /emergency
booster/ switch, and it's there to get you out of trouble. Again,
we're leveraging our anatomy to get the maximum number of
controls. This will give you 10s of incredibly powerful rocket boost,
and to use it, you need to sit down hard and push it up into your ass,
then clench your buttocks and pull it upward.

"It hurts, but then it's another kind of thrill. If you don't like it,
don't get into a position where you have to use it, I guess.

----

The next day, the cadets were given a one-on-one session with a design
engineer to customise their gundam seats. These were modular and could
be mounted on any gundam. Initially the trainees would be assigned
training gundams, but once they graduated their seats would be mounted
on a real full-scale X5 model hunter gundam.

The engineer spent a long time doing precise measurements of each girl
and testing them in an adjustable mock-exoskeleton. The seat would
have to fit like a fine tailored suit. Then each girl was asked how
they would like their control shaft designed - to some red-faced
consternation from each.

"You need the shaft to be as big as you can comfortably fit up there,
dear." said the engineer to Asui. "The more snugly it fits, the better
you'll be able to manipulate it with precision. As a rule of thumb, if
you sit down firmly on it when you're a bit aroused, it should just
press lightly against the top of your vagina, behind the cervix. It
shouldn't touch the cervix though. A lot of girls like it to be a bit
narrower at the base and then balloon out just above so that they sort
of 'pop' onto it once their vagina entrance goes over it, and it also
stimulates the G-spot better if it does that. Don't look at me like
that -- it's important! It can't be too dramatic a lump though because
you've got to be able to slide up and down freely.

"You can have several different shapes - I've got ones that are quite
smooth, some textured, some with little studs all over - all up to
you. Choose something that's fun, but don't get something that's more
than you can cope with if it's vibrating in you for quite a while.

Asui responded positively to the engineer's coaxing, and chose a model
from the design book, after trying out some examples on herself with
the aid of some lube and imagination, that was quite conventionally
cock-shaped - with a moulded cock-head and everything - made out of a
textured kevlar plastic. It didn't have a bulge at its base, but did
have some gentle lumps on its front edge where her g-spot should
be. The engineer then led her to a test seat where a huge adjustable
length dildo was set in the base.

"Sit here, dear, on the dildo. I'll make it 5 inches to start. I need
to work out what angle your vagina is on and how long it is,
maximum. I want you to play with yourself a bit to make sure you're
aroused and flexible."

Asui did as she was told, sliding weirdly onto the dildo. It felt
large in her already, but settling back onto her buttocks and rubbing
her clitoris, it became quickly a manageable size, and she wanted
more.

The engineer turned a knob on the test chair and the dildo moved
slowly into her, while the engineer simultaneously manipulated the
angle to ensure it went in smoothly. Asui breathed heavily as she felt
herself getting fuller, but at the same time she was becoming more
aroused with her hand, and her vagina loosened up. The engineer
continued easing the dildo into her millimetre by millimetre until
Asui told her to stop, it wouldn't go further without hurting.

"10 1/2 inches! Very good! You're a lucky girl. I'll reduce that by 1
inch for safety's sake, and the real one will be set on a base as
well. We'll choose that now.

"The base is the moulded plastic under your legs. I'll get you to sit
in an auto-moulding piece of foam so we can make that. Around the base
of the control shaft we'll also put some nice material - something
your clit can rub against and get some pleasure whether you're in
flight or combat position - it helps if you're self-lubed, despite the
lubing mechanism. I have samples of materials here - try sitting on
them and rubbing yourself against them a bit and see what's your
favourite.

The materials offered included some very fine velvety material, some
sort of microfibre tendrils that stood upward in a soft brush, some
knobbly kevlar plastics and other inventive stimulators.

"I think I just like the feel of a spongy velvet, really" said Asui,
and the engineer assured her that she would make it just right. And
with that, the seat design was done.

Socialising with her comrades later, Asui discussed what they had
chosen. Kikuani had chosen a decorative shaft shaped like some pacific
island totem, with ridges and patterns all over. Lisu had chosen an
experimental one which had tufts of microfibre tendrils all over it
that would go in and stimulate her inside. Kana, a shy girl, had
chosen a shiny pink chromed cylinder not unlike the training model,
but she claimed it felt better to her when it vibrated.

The strange design session done, the girls headed to their inaugural
martial arts lesson.

----

The trainees filed into a gymnasium-like room at the side of the drill
hall and sat down. This was to be a martial-arts training session, but
one quite unlike any other.

A small woman, perhaps 45 or 50 years of age, shuffled in wearing a
plain non-military black shift with her greying hair tied in a
bun. She clutched a roll of papers in her left hand, while her right
was encircled with a black plastic band indicating that she was the
martial arts mistress.

"Greetings class. Be seated, please." She said softly, and the class
obeyed.

"I am here to teach you the ways of agraga-kan ... a martial art which
is peculiar to the circumstances you are in. It is an art of the body,
like many martial arts, it will teach you balance, poise and
concentration. Let me be direct with you too, it is a martial art of
sexuality ... agraga-kan teaches you the power of and over your
femininity, and to use this source of power in combat.

"I will be teaching you the ways of this art continuously as you are
here at the base, but it will take a month before you are ready as
initiates to pass the first level. Mastery of the first level is a
prerequisite for passing your pilots' exam. Concentrate then. I will
set you exercises. Mostly you will need to complete them in
pairs. Please choose a partner for these exercises now.

Asui and Lisu's eyes caught immediately, and they shuffled closer to
each other. Asui thought Lisu looked nervous, and she felt so herself
(not to mention weirded out by what she had seen, and the further
intimations of sex made by the martial arts mistress). But a bond of
friendship was beginning to form between the pair.

The mistress ordered the class to remove their jackets and strip to
their regulation leotards which each was wearing for this session. She
started the class off with some basic yoga poses, and Asui felt calmer
in these poses, feeling the balance of her lithe young body shift
smoothly through the transitions. She glanced around the room
observing a further fourteen bodies all clad in identical leotards and
over-the-knee socks, legs spread with twenty-eight beautiful thighs
showing the high level of fitness and youth in this group. The
regulation leotards were somewhat scant of elastic at the back, and
not a few girls' buttocks peeped out from below the elastic, each well
formed in its own way ... no-one seemed concerned.

"Now, class, let me explain. You must now have very open minds, if you
are to succeed. The essence of agraga-khan is to allow you mastery
over sexual pleasure. I am sure you understand why this is. When the
designers of the femi-gundam came up with their concept, it was
obvious that it could be compromised by its pilots getting aroused and
distracted by the sensation of having a large, vibrating control shaft
in their pussies all the time. Indeed, the first attempts at test
flights had to be called off because the test pilot kept having
orgasms and releasing the controls while it was still on the
ground. Let me tell you, these are pleasure machines of the first
order!

"So the military contacted my order of experts, and we agreed to teach
our ancient ways, which we have practiced in secret for many
centuries.

"Agraga-kan was devised by the women of my village, Osikuko, when the
imperial armies were were conquering this land. Osikuko, like many
villages, was looted and plundered by the imperial armies. Like so
many others, it was also raped.

"Bands of men would come into the broken village, and force themselves
upon any woman they could find. For a while, this broken spirited town
and its women submitted to their will, but out in the forest, a
guerilla army was forming.

"The women wanted to fight, but they did not know how. Any attempt to
resist was met by more rape. The hardened cocks of the soldiers were a
weapon of supression. A woman who opened her mouth against one would
find herself squashed against a wall, with a hand around her throat,
and a soldier's cock dry-fucking her painfully while the rest of the
village looked on in horror.

"The women were well versed in traditional martial arts, but the
soldiers did not let a situation arise where they could be used. The
women needed a moment of vulnerability, just a small moment, but none
ever came.

"That is, until Keamu-nani ... our spiritual grandmother ... the great
mistress ... devised agraga-kan. It is said that one day, a soldier
burst into her house with the usual intentions. Instead of crying and
screaming and flailing ineffectually, she did as so many women then
did, and limply gave in to the soldier's demands. Lying back on her
bed, with the soldier on top of her - his cock in her - she decided to
stop thinking and just be aware of herself, and the different (mostly
unpleasant) sensations she was experiencing.

"In that state, she began to notice ways that she could affect
herself. Being dry-raped was painful, and she noticed that with a
certain - blank-minded - meditative concentration, she could make her
vagina lubricate itself without arousal to ease the pain.

"Then once she was wet (and the soldier was appreciating the gesture)
she meditated further, releasing the fear and disgust she was feeling
at the soldier, feeling the cock moving in, out, in, out, and the
sensation of it against the walls of her vagina. Gradually, actual
physical arousal grew, but she did not allow herself to be taken in by
it - she maintained her meditative disconnection.

"As the arousal grew stronger, she began to approach the plateau
before climax. Her meditation interacted with this arousal and brought
her a mental lucidity. She was aware of everything around
her: the exact poise of her body, spread-eagled on the bed, the poise
of the soldier's body, pumping up and down, the bed, the room, the
window, the birdsong ... the knife on the table.

"Her arousal built, she reached that plateau, and once there, felt a
tingling energy pulsing through her. As her orgasm approached and her
vagina began to throb and contract around the cock of the beastly
soldier, that energy congealed into a huge burst of strength within
her. Her vagina contracted once, twice, three times, and these
powerful gripping pulses brought that soldier to the point of his own
orgasm. On the third contraction, she mustered that huge burst of
energy, brought her limbs together and - unbelievable feat - *threw*
the soldier off herself, into the air, across the room, against the
far wall.

"She leapt up, grabbed the knife from the table in an instant and
flung herself with perfect martial-arts balance at the soldier,
piercing him right through the chest, pushing the knife in one, two,
three, five inches, all in the space of a second.

"It is said that as she pressed the knife into his chest, the soldier
ejaculated all over her, as if the life-force were leaving his body
that way. As he slumped to the floor, the great mistress rubbed his
semen into her skin and said a prayer for his soul. From that day, she
became a legendary warrior, and taught her skills to all the women of
the village.

"What the great mistress found that day was the secret of our art. The
technique of reaching sexual lucidity we call blank-noticing. Through
blank-noticing your arousal, you can bring yourself to orgasm almost
at will. And by practicing this art, your orgasms will bring you
tremendous power and control. You will stop thinking of orgasming as
meaning losing control and giving in to your body. Instead, it will be
a moment of supreme control, where sexual energy will be at your
disposal, to unleash through your gundam against the enemy.

"The combination of the femi-gundam's design and agraga-kan trained
pilots is unstoppable, and it will win us this war, mark my
words.

"Now, I want you to do the first exercise. All it is, is a series of
mathematical questions that you must answer with pen and paper, and
the test will be timed. However, I want you to take turns pleasuring
each other while you do the test. In your pairs, the first girl should
sit down on a stool with the pen and paper. Spread your legs and pull
your leotard aside. The other girl, kneel down in front and gently
lick the clitoris of your partner, as nicely as you can. Once you've
finished the test - swap. I want you to practice doing mathematics in
this way as you will be doing a lot of these types of calculations in
your gundam. You need to be able to clear your mind and concentrate at
the same time as you feel a build-up of pleasure in your pussy. Go
now!

Asui's eyes met Lisu's with alarm. They were being asked to ... have
sex with each other? Right here? In class? "But ... I'm not lesbian!"
gasped Asui under her breath, but it was loud enough for the mistress
to hear.

"Asui! Repeat what you said!" barked the mistress, suddenly
authoritative.

"... I ... I'm not lesbian, mistress"

"I see, Asui. But this is not lovemaking, so it is irrelevant. This is
training, do you understand?"

"... Yes mistress." said Asui sullenly, and unconvincingly.

"Asui, I understand where you are coming from." said the mistress, in
a conciliatory tone. "Let me ask you this: Do you like sexual
pleasure?"

"er ... yes mistress." Asui said, blushing red.

"And did you ever get such pleasure from a moist and warm tongue?"

"Yes mistress."

"And does Lisu have a moist and warm tongue?" asked the mistress, and
Lisu, standing behind the mistress, cheekily poked her tongue out and
waggled it around.

"Yes mistress."

"So there's no problem then. Enjoy! But remember don't get carried
away, concentrate on the puzzles, not the pleasure."

Asui grimaced, but then felt bad and smiled wanly at Lisu, who gave a
cheeky smile in return, and winked. Lisu must be a bit gay then,
thought Asui.

Asui sat up on the stool, and - glancing around nervously - grabbed at
the crotch of her leotard and pulled it to one side, exposing her neat
and shaven pussy (she had thought to shave it the night before, in a
moment of foresight. Given the amount of talk of sex around here - she
had thought - I might end up having some, so I had better make myself
nice.)

She noted the rest of the room had already started the puzzles. Seven
girls sat on stools holding a notebook and a pen, glancing up at the
puzzles on the whiteboard. Between each girl's thighs bobbed the head
of another girl, each with their tounges running up and down the slits
and clits of the girls doing the maths test. The room was quiet, but
there was a strange tenor to the sound of breathing - tense and short,
and the occassional slight whimper or vocalisation, betraying the
cunnilingus that was going on between the pairs.

Lisu knelt down between Asui's legs and maneuvered her face close to
Asui's crotch. The tip of her nose brushed upward along Asui's slit as
she poked her tongue out and touched the underside of her partner's
labia majora. Asui's pussy had two quite puffy outer lips, which were
flesh coloured but becoming pink towards the middle. The outer lips
largely obscured her clitoris, but her inner lips protruded down out
of them back toward the vagina, in two little points about a
centimetre exposed. Inside the outer lips, her clitoris was a short
ridge with a partly exposed nub, and her inner lips were a powdery
pink colour, running backward toward her vagina which started with a
shallow indentation in which the fleshy walls of her inner space
rested closed, but ready to be pushed open. Behind her vagina, a rough
ridge ran up the centre of her crack to her small and largely
uncoloured anus, while her buttocks were firm and accentuated - from
behind - the convex curve of her pubic mound.

Lisu's tongue started to run up the outside of Asui's pussy a few
times, and then Lisu started to gently press her tongue into Asui's
slit, deeper each time, pushing aside the labia and searching for the
clitoris. Asui gave a tiny gasp indicating when Lisu had found it, and
Lisu proceeded to moisten her tongue more, and began a more
concentrated licking up and down, side to side, and around Asui's
rapidly sensitising clit.

Asui, at the same time, began to think about the puzzles. They were
simple algebra, nothing too challenging and Asui knew she should be
able to do them quickly. However, the sensation of Lisu between her
legs distracted her almost instantly, and she found herself reading
and re-reading the first puzzle question several times without
understanding all the variables.

"I'm doing this exactly wrong, I think" she thought to herself. "My
mind is blank to the puzzle, and completely aware of Lisu's tongue on
my pleasure spot. I need to be blank to the pleasure, and totally
aware of my mathematics."

Asui decided it would be best to take a moment to try do do the
meditation thing, if that would help her get in the zone and avoid
taking longer on the puzzles. She closed her eyes and counted to ten,
then opened them and felt the world around her. She concentrated a
moment on the whiteboard, then the sun through the window, the sounds
and the smells of the room, and finally Lisu - who was doing an expert
job on her nether reasons with an agile and continuously moist
tongue.

Settling down, relaxing her muscles and clearing her mind, Asui felt
the pleasure that Lisu was giving her but brought her eyes to rest on
the first puzzle. Retaining her calmness, she was able to take in the
whole problem, and rapidly proceeded to solve it, before taking
another moment to stop, still herself, feel again the warm moist
rubbing against her pleasure spot, and take in the next puzzle.

Finishing up the test not long after the rest of the class Asui
lingered a moment before totalling up the time she had taken, in order
to feel a few last brushes of tongue on pleasure-sensitive skin. Lisu
had not brought her to orgasm, but it had been a nice feeling
anyway. She tapped Lisu's forehead to indicate her to stop and Lisu
stood up, grinning cheerily and wiping her mouth. Asui stood up too,
and wiped a snail trail of vaginal juice that she had left from the
vinyl seat with her hand, and pulled the crotch of her leotard back
over her pussy.

Next it was Lisu's turn to take the test, and Asui's to be the
pleasure-giver. Asui had never tasted another girl's pussy before, and
she felt some trepidation, although the calm atmosphere of everyone in
the room seemed to make what was going on strangely normal.

Asui knelt down as Lisu sat on the stool and contemplated Lisu's pussy
as she placed her head between the thighs. Lisu's pussy featured much
larger inner lips and smaller outer lips. Her labia minora formed a
shape like orchid petals, drooping maybe two centimetres just in front
of her vagina. Her clitoris hood was clearly visible, and looked
beautiful from the front as it sat between the two parted labia majora
with its dull reddish hue. She had a small amount of pubic fuzz just
above the clitoris, but she had obviously had her pussy waxed
professionally, and all the skin around it was smooth and free of
stubble.

Asui was certainly no expert on cunnilingus, although her male friends
told her she was pretty talented at fellatio, and she guessed the same
principle applied with the smaller but powerful clitoris, so she
decided to just do what came naturally. She wet her lips and, exhaling
slightly, wrapped her lips around the protruding clit and labia minora
of her comrade. She extended her tongue within her mouth, and
maneuvered it into and between the two labia, then brought it up until
it touched a hardened nub - her friend's clitoris. Then she glanced
up, and saw Lisu pause with her lips parted - a sign that she was in
the right place, and should continue from there. Sucking on the fleshy
bits in her mouth, she produced more saliva, and began licking up and
down against the top and underside of Lisu's clit, while Lisu herself
shakily wrote on her pad of paper.

It took Lisu a bit longer to do the test than Asui - a sign perhaps
that she was a bit too reluctant to stop concentrating on the good
head that she was receiving. But once done, she also stood up without
having come to orgasm and handed in her test.

"Well done girls" said the mistress. "You did better first off than I
expected - none of you gave in totally to the pleasure, although I did
see many of you get very distracted along the way. You will repeat
this exercise and others that I give you regularly, and you will find
that soon, concentrating on one thing while feeling another will come
like second nature. On that basis, we will build your ability for
self-mastery."

In the course of the next four weeks, the class met daily to practice
their new art. They did indeed gain the ability to do complex mental
tasks while aroused to and beyond the point of orgasm - the girls were
encouraged to become cheekier and try to distract their partners more,
and out of class too. Under the encouragement of the mistress, the
girls devised a game where - when another girl was engaged in some
task, or just conversing in the lunch line, they would put some
vaseline on a finger, sneak up behind them, and insert a finger into
that girl's vagina. If the girl - thus molested - so much as missed a
beat, flinched or squeaked, then they "lost" the game. After a while,
everyone was an expert.

The exercises built in sophistication. One of the most important was
in the rifle range. The students were required to arouse their
partners with vibrators while their partner shot a steady stream of
targets with a rifle. When the shooter reached orgasm they were not
allowed respite: instead, the rifle range went crazy with targets and
the shooter had to get them all while shuddering and shaking and
gasping in climax. The mistress showed them how to feel the buildup of
sexual energy, and then to unleash it in short, concentrated
bursts. The technique used 'contraction timing', with an emphasis on
synchronising weapons operation with the contraction of the vaginal
muscles in order to maximise the muscular power of the whole body.

The students were also encouraged to dance, again to gain fine control
of their bodies. They learned to shake their hips completely
independently of the rest of their bodies - a necessary skill when
suspended in the control seat of the gundams, where movement in three
dimensions needs to be absolutely free.

By the time graduation came, the girls were sexual athletes of the
highest calibre. A new swagger and sway was detectable in the way they
walked, something that said 'potent', something both military and
sexy. They had formed a bond as a group, and wore their distinctive
new white uniform with pride, flaunting their sexy hips and asses
between their military cut jackets and their thigh-length boots or
leggings in a variety of revealing skirts or panties. They became
proud of their pussies, seeing them now as not a vulnerability, but a
weapon. Asui went further in taking advantage of the liberality of the
unit's dress code on base and took to wearing only a white sash about
5 centimetres wide tied around her hips, while her pubic mound and ass
remained naked. On the front side of her left hand labia majora, she
had tattooed some small characters for "strength" and "vengeance" -
the symbolism obvious and in keeping with her mission.

----

The trainees trained extensively on their half-size training gundams
for two months before graduating as first rank pilot officers.

The first day of live training had involved just moving around -
walking the gundam - on the ground. This didn't need the girls to get
into combat position and most were still too mortified to do so in
public, despite having somehow reconciled themselves to what was
happening. It didn't stop Kikunani though, who took the earliest
opportunity to attract everyone's attention, slather her control rod
with lubricant and impale herself quickly and noisily in her seat,
pretending to fuck the large machine. She was severely reprimanded for
offensive behaviour though, and it was emphasised that combat position
was a moment where pilot and machine communed in intimacy, and not
something to be made light of or to indimidate the shy members of the
flight.

The Commander explained that from here on in, the girls needed to
adopt the same dress conventions as other pilots on the base:

"When we scramble, we need to be on the gundams and ready to go within
a couple of minutes. Once on the gundam, you need to be able to adopt
combat position easily. There is no time to be taking off your pants,
and skirts longer than a micro-mini will just get in the way. I
therefore recommend that you wear either your regulation leggings or
purchase a pair of thigh-length combat boots from the stores. You can
wear any kind of panties so long as they are white and easily pulled
to the side, or you can wear a miniskirt - I don't recommend wearing
both though, just one or the other. Asui, I see you've gone a step
further!" ... everybody giggled and Asui smiled and gave a little
thrust of her bare pelvis, placing her index finger next to the small
tattooed characters on her pussy lip.

"It's one of the perks of living on an all-female restricted access
base" continued the Commander. "We can have fun with our fun parts, if
you like. You can see most classes dress similarly - the pilots have
been a bit of a trend setter."

Walking the gundam proved to be more fun than Asui expected, although
she was impatient to get in the air. The pilots skywalked in their
harnesses and seats, and Asui's bare pussy was pressed up against the
spongy velvet base of the control shaft that she had had specially
made for her - it felt impossibly comfortable and stimulating as the
gundam took a series of heavy steps as she moved her own legs in the
exoskeleton.

Over the weeks they drilled and were allowed to fly their training
gundams. The girls took to the skies for the first time since their
aircraft piloting days like they belonged there, flying their machines
in formation and doing practice bombing and air combat maneuvres.

Getting into combat position took some practice, and Asui laughed
whenever someone forgot to turn off their radio when they were
mounting the control shaft - as a series of grunts and sexual whimpers
invariably erupted in everbody's headsets. Thereafter, learning to use
lateral thrust - an entirely new concept to the former aircraft
pilots - became a strange new sexual dancing lesson. Asui described it
one day as 'lapdancing on the lap of the gods', which the Commander
loved enough to have inscribed as her own tattoo on her hip.

Every day, Asui would sit on her training gundam in the hanger, with
the large kevlar phallus far up inside her, and practice cocking her
hips from side to side, and rocking her pelvis back and forth. She
practiced kegel exercises to tighten up her vaginal muscles, and found
after a while she could grip the shaft almost as tight as a hand, and
move it with considerable precision. The shaft had a fairly large
'dead zone' in the middle to avoid the pilots triggering the thrusters
while they were just squirming around or repositioning themselves, so
it required quite firm and deft movements to operate. To watch a pilot
at work was like seeing some kind of science fiction hula dancer, with
hips capable of reaching acute angles.

She began to feel a fond affection for the giant machine. Perhaps it
was difficult to have so many orgasms with a thing without doing
so. In flight she would often slip into combat position when in
straight and level flight. There, there would be only very slight
vibrations coming through from the engines, and she would feel the
slowest teasing build-up of arousal possible. After flying straight
for say 15 minutes, she would reach the point of no return and - while
never wavering, or losing concentration on everything around her -
high above the earth looking down through the clouds, hanging on her
harness, large phallus of a robot inside her - she would gently
... silently ... come.

----

Once they graduated, they began flying combat air patrols out over the
desert almost immediately, accompanied by a senior officer. It was
with the Commander and Lisu that Asui saw her first action, and her
first kill.

"Report of contact 25 miles east" "Prepare to engage" "Adopt combat
formation!".

With that, suddenly the whole concept of war became very real. This
was obviously not a drill, and they were headed to an interdiction.

As training had taught them, the first step in combat is to shift into
combat position on the gundam. Unfortunately, the adrenaline and fear
accompanying a combat announcement does not lend itself to wet
daydreams and moist labia. Asui pressed the lube button and a viscous
flow of clear liquid emanated from the top aperture of the control
shaft in front of her belly.

Pressing down against the under-knee brace point on her leg control
limbs, Asui lifted herself up so that the control shaft was directly
beneath her, and as quickly as she could, maneuvered herself so that
the shaft was, as nearly as she could tell, pressed against the
entrance to her vagina. Pressing herself down once more she winced -
she was dry. But after a few tries, the lube spread around and she
felt the shaft slowly and slightly painfully slip up into her. It was
pre-warmed but still felt too cool - 'must get that adjusted' she
thought. Once settled she flicked on the super-thrusters and shot off
into the sky in pursuit of the Commander, with Lisu in tow, who must
have had just as awkward a time.

The three of them flew in formation for about 3 minutes, before the
Commander barked "De-flight, adopt monitoring aspect" over the
intercom. "Asui - tell me what you see."

Asui slowed the gundam down, releasing the main throttle slightly with
her left hand. She needed to gain an overview of the situation before
taking action. This was for real, and despite her training her heart
was pulsing uncomfortably.

She brought the gundam out of level flight and into a slow speed
perpendicular flight, jutting her elbows out to ensure that the gundam
wings could generate enough lift without using too much fuel. Her legs
were in a crouch position, slightly spread, thrusters angled backward.

As the gundam slowed she exhaled to calm down, and relaxed back onto
the control shaft, blank-noticing the sensation of the smooth ridges
pushing up into her, stretching her vagina pleasantly but not too
much, not enough to distract her in this moment. She allowed herself
some arousal, and shifted up and down slightly to spread her juices on
it to allow it to move more freely in her.

The gundam shuddered slightly in the air as it slowed and some of the
shuddering made it through the suspension into the control shaft. Asui
said nothing, missed no beat, but her mouth opened and her pupils
dilated just a bit, while she scanned the sky for enemies.

Within two minutes three specks had appeared in the distance. Moving
straight and low against the horizon, they were clearly fighter jets.

"Badmen, 11 o'clock" chirped Cdr Kuan's voice over the radio. "Hold
off on engagement till ID confirmed".

Asui followed the dots, but glanced to her left where Lisu was
semi-hovering in a similar style. Asui saw Lisu squirm visibly in her
control seat, presumably loosening up and ensuring that she was
optimally positioned with her elbows and knees matching the joints of
the control limbs, and that she was in a comfortable position on her
own control shaft.

"Engage!" squawked the Commander, and all of a sudden there was noise
and motion. Each jet in the not-too-distant formation was obviously
alert to their presence and peeled off in different directions to help
evade their ambushers. At the same time, Asui, Lisu and the Commander
kicked in their thrusters and converted immediately to flight aspect,
and shot off toward the jets.

"Asui, take badman lower right, Lisu, badman center upper, I will
pursue left upper"

The accelleration was sudden, and it pulled Asui down into her
seat. The control shaft pushed up into her and vibrated furiously, but
Asui ignored it as best she could as she brought her hands into weapon
operating positions.

She pursued her jet which was a ground-support-bomber type, clearly
not up to the task of taking on a Gundam, and it swerved quickly into
a series of hilly valleys trying to outrun and hide from Asui. Asui,
though, surveying the ground noticed that the valleys converged toward
a point 15 or so kilometres away, and so decided to make a show of
pursuing the bomber and losing it quickly, and then headed straight
for the likely ambush point.

Breaking off as the bomber rounded the next hill, she shifted her legs
and the gundam lifted up and to the left over the hillside, making the
shortcut. The sudden change of direction shifted her in her seat but
it was dampened by the G-harness. Nevertheless, she was pulled down
and forward and found the control shaft quite pleasant as it moved
against her G-spot.

"Ah!"

"Heh, G-force-spot. She thought momentarily before returning to
concentration."

Asui knew that the bomber would approach very quickly and she would
have one and only one chance to catch it using this ambush, and Asui
wanted to have every possible amount of concentration at her
disposal. It was time to put the training to good use.

As she counted down from thirty, she pushed herself down against the
velvety padding at the base of the control shaft. The control shaft
moved up until it touched the top of her vagina and pushed on it
firmly. Her fingers curled around the weaponry triggers and she brough
her arms into a semi-hug position while the gundam flew
half-upright. She let the vibration of the gundam work through the
velvet padding into her clitoris, and felt a sudden strong tingling of
arousal but - blank-noticing - cleared her mind and the sexual energy
spread over her skin while her senses formed a situational awareness
of perfect clarity. She felt her own vagina producing large amounts of
lubricant which were swirling around the control shaft inside of
her. She was aroused ... excited ... goddess ... pre-orgasmic.

15 ... 14 .. 13 .. 12 ..

The giant robot was thrumming inside of her, she felt her internal
organs, her womb, her bladder, her intestines, being vibrated by the
engines.

The jet would be approaching in a matter of seconds, but so would her
orgasm, and she needed to put it to good use. Mind clear, staying
blank, staying aware, she managed her ascent to that state.

5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2

There it was! A moment too early, but within reach. Asui bucked the
gundam down and burst-pumped the throttle.

"Aah! oh!"

Each burst sent a white flash of pleasure through her mind as the
control shaft pumped inside of her and she gasped repeatedly. She bore
down on the jet from above. It was swerving wildly to evade her, but
she swiveled her hips from side to side - snake-like in her control
seat, bringing the control shaft with her using her inner muscles
which were gripping it tightly. She used the lateral thrusters
skillfully - staying over the jet and getting closer and closer to it,
closer and closer to orgasm, fixated on the prey.

The jet's maneuverability was no match for her gundam with its
three-dimensional spectrum of movement. In this moment she was in
perfect unison with it, with every twist of her body she kept the
machine directly above the jet, the laser cannons in its arms locked
on in a bear's killing embrace.

Then as the first contraction of orgasm rocked her lower body, in a
moment of utter clarity, lifting her (and the gundam's) arms out and
pointing hand and weapons inward toward the jet in geometric symmetry,
she fired the laser cannon ... "WHAM WHAM WHAM" it went as the hot air
bursts caused concussion waves, and the gundam shuddered
synchronously. She saw bright flashes too - but was unsure if that was
the cannon or the thundering climax she was experiencing. Almost too
quickly to even tell, her inner muscles gripped the control shaft with
contractions two and three, and with them she let forth further bursts
of laser cannon fire until suddenly into consciousness she saw the jet
become a fireball in front of her eyes, almost held lovingly between
the arms of the gundam which followed the same path not 50 metres
above it.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!"

Four further contractions followed within her, and this time she
closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, and felt what the Commander
had promised ... like a goddess, a sexual deity, riding a god of fire,
and dominating him with her will. She let out a wordless silent scream
as the air rushed around her and the sound of the exploding jet
overwhelmed anything her small lungs could produce, but she felt
banshee-like as she rode the shockwave, howling with pleasure and
victory all mixed in at once.

Life would never be the same.

----

As she brought her mind back to task, elated and not a little out of
breath, she pulled the gundam up and slowed it down so that it was
once again hovering upright in mid-air. She slumped back in her seat
and the shaft slid right up in her and pressed against the roof of her
vagina. Asui breathed and relaxed, and glanced down at the last few
falling bits of jet wreckage.

She manipulated the tongue palette controller in her mouth and
reported "I have kill code alpha" over the comms radio.

"Good job Asui, we have one alpha one beta here. Reform at the rally
point please." replied the Commander.

"Understood. What status is the beta kill?"

"The pilot ejected - I have alerted border guards, they'll be along
shortly."

"Understood. See you in five."

Asui felt like she needed a cigarette, and suspected the other two did
too. If she'd had some, she'd have offered one to the gundam. "I think
i'll call you 'Loverboy'" she said quietly, smiling. Then, as her
pussy was tired from all the excitement, she lifted herself slowly off
the control shaft, feeling its long smooth-contoured extent slide out,
and placed herself back on the seat just behind it. It was a bit
messy, but the kevlar made it minimal.

The three pilots rallied at their assigned location, and Asui surveyed
the other two, both of whom were sitting back in flight position,
control shafts held between their thighs. She couldn't read their
faces with their flight helmets on, but while the Commander seemed
content as always, Lisu's body language betrayed a certain amount of
frustration. Getting a beta kill - one that damages but does not
destroy an enemy - would not sit well with Lisu.

Back at base after the patrol was finished, the Commander debriefed
the other two pilots.

"I have looked at the recorded footage and analytics of your
kills. Asui - your performance was magnificent for a first
timer. Lisu - as a first-timer, I won't hold it against you - but can
you explain what happened?"

"Yes maam. I ... was having difficulty managing myself, if you know
what I mean. I was having difficulty bringing myself up to a
heightened state of pleasure, and I got distracted, and didn't get
into kill position properly."

"Lisu, you should have remembered your training - business comes
before pleasure. If it's not happening for you sexually, you should
concentrate only on targeting and weapons, not flounce about trying to
get yourself off."

"Yes maam."

"We all want to experience that moment of perfect killing pleasure,
but it's not always possible, and you just have to put it aside and do
your job. I did not come to orgasm myself, today, up there. Asui,
though I believe you did?"

"Yes maam!" chirped Asui brightly, then blushed.

"That's fantastic for you. It's truly a transcendental experience. And
each one gets us closer to victory, eh? Well done Asui, you can take a
shower back at your room now - I can see you're a bit messy round your
pussy. And don't feel too bad Lisu - concentrate on your agraga-kan
and just stick to your battle orders and you'll do fine - the pilot
bailed out in the end anyway, so we'll chalk that up as a kill for you
and the unit." the Commander winked at Lisu, then folded her papers
and left the debriefing room.

Lisu looked glumly at Asui. "Asui, I couldn't do it at all up there
today, I kept bouncing up and down on that thing but it wasn't doing
it for me. I'm frustrated."

"Maybe you need to get it reworked, Lisu. I think you're a lesbian
aren't you? Maybe you need more clitoral stimulation - the design
engineer ought to be able to work something out for you."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. But I'm really frustrated now, you
know what I mean?"

"Sexually?"

"Yeah. Asui, would you ... help me? As a friend?" asked Lisu, as
Asui's eyes widened.

"What, now? Here?"

"Sure, why not? Just go down on me a bit. I need it. Please."

Asui looked at her friend and the pleading look in her eyes. Well -
she thought - what are friends for? So got up and approached Lisu,
then hugged her and kissed her softly on the lips.

She moved Lisu so she was facing the wall, and Lisu put her
outstretched hands against it, and bent forward, showing Asui her
lovely slender ass. Lisu was wearing white silken panties with a lacy
edging, and Asui knelt down behind her friend and pulled them down.

Asui started kissing Lisu's thighs just above the tops of her
regulation leggings, alternating from side to side as she made her way
up to her friend's exposed pussy. Lisu arched her back to show her
pussy as much as possible, and Asui responded by running her tongue
over the lovely folds of Lisu's protruding inner lips four or five
times. Lisu moaned.

Asui got to work with her tongue, separating the folds of inner lips;
exploring the entrance to her friend's vagina, licking behind the
vagina on the sensitive skin there, then taking her clitoris in her
mouth and sucking, swirling, sucking, pulling, teasing, sucking at her
friend until Lisu gave a tiny stifled squeal and shuddered several
times with a tension-relieving orgasm.

Asui pulled Lisu's panties back up for her and the two made a hurried
exit from the briefing room.

Back in her room, Asui sat on the bed watching porn and sewing her
embroidered kill badge onto the strip of white fabric she wore around
her waist.

The next day, one of the ground engineers who had a penchant for art
offered to stencil the new pilots' machines with logos. Asui chose a
picture of an attractive boy posing in his underwear in the style of a
1940s cheesecake pin-up.

In a florid hand, underneath she had written "Loverboy".

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