Serene's sensors, networked through the transport vessel, picked out Home Base floating in the blackness, dimly lit by a red dwarf. She rested within her pilot's harness, an almost crucifix like pose which held her wrists and ankles captive inside a ring structure which gyro'd on various axes to give her crucial stability and protection from acceleration. Beside her own, other combat frames lay supine but cradled within launchers which could fling them at the enemy, armed and ready to fight to the death. But she was recalled here not to fight, but to undergo a process which she had long put off out of an irrational, anxious dread. The grinding gears of bureaucracy and warfare logistics had finally caught up. She was uncertain, perhaps even terrified, of the processes her new duties would entail. 

A message flashed into her hud. It was one of her sister pilots Radiance. She and Radiance had a rapport, and would often jibe each other in times of stress before a fight. Take their minds off of imminent doom and psych each other up with bravado. The contents of the message seemed oddly subdued and considerate. 

"You'll be fine. In fact, I think you might enjoy it."

Serene felt slightly more reassured at this. But only slightly.

As the transport docked, Home made contact with the arriving crew and pilots. While separate from each other, all serving members were subject to mind link with Home, the intelligence commanding the station, which was effectively Home's own exterior body, similar to Serene's combat frame. In gestalt, it was a rotating tube a couple kilometers in diameter and hundreds in length. A hull of alloy plating concealed laminated layers of flesh and machine, both fusing and separating as systems required the the self repair of cells or the robust integrity of steel and tungsten. 

Home's presence filled in the empty spaces of her head she didn't know were there til they were invaded, swelling and making her mind feel pleasantly full and warm, Home's authoritative omnipotence was like the embrace of a strong and stern father, reassuring as well as subliminally terrifying. 

"Welcome, Serene. Make your way to hangar 843. We'll have privacy there." 

Home was home. Home was where she lived when she wasn't fighting. Home had always been there after every death, every defeat, every trauma fueled nightmare. Home was her parent, her friend, her commander, and now...

She engaged with her suit's systems. It was like a second skin, much larger than herself. At present, the suit was unarmored, revealing the 30 meter humanoid's flesh machine amalgam, with sinuous musculature which braided and twined along thin limbs, the legs ending in metamorphic blade forms which could sprout reaction engine exhausts or plantigrade feet as necessary. She formed feet and began to stride the long corridors. 

Diagnostic protocols began to make her aware of herself, and she appraised herself through Home's perspective. Sleek, pale cyan flesh taught over supple musculature, a slender young frame, perky firm breasts, the ventilation in her suit raising gooseflesh as the anxiety and anticipation made her perspire armpits, her forehead, her groin. 

The more than perspiration that began flowing from her increasingly excited sexual organs as her clitoris began to swell and make a prominent aching button of itself. The labia created a slick and inviting curtain that gently rubbed together as she adjusted her weight. Her raised pulse and flushing cheeks. She swallowed as her salivary glands went into overdrive. 

All of this was Home's evaluation, which until now had always been concerned, and subdued, was now hot and lustful. Greedy. Invasive. She was beginning to feel uneasy again. 

"I don't have to make you aware of my feelings, Serene"

"So don't."

"You want to be ignorant of my desires?" 

"I...don't know what I want. I don't know if I want this."

"I only want to show you what you mean to me. How beautiful and desirable your body is."

Serene didn't have the language, only the feelings to respond. Home could see. Home would proceed as Home saw fit. She could only do her duty. But also..maybe she was only afraid of the new, of the unknown. She processed her feelings, Home's feelings. On the front, she never had time to think about things like this. It was all so sudden. But she had known this was coming, and she had tried to ignore it. She allowed Home's presence to envelope her in its feelings of possessive lust. It was like wading into a cold river. There were traces of other feelings. The desire to nurture, to care for, and protect her, which contrasted with Home's current appetite for lustful, prolonged invasion of her body and mind. She felt shocked, and disgusted and violated, but nevertheless found herself newly feverish with anticipation and nervous excitement over what was to come.

She arrived. The hangar doors were at 100 meters of an ordinary solid steel, and slid slowly open onto an ordinary cuboid chamber of massive proportions. There were no technician crews, only the various mobile gantries of amalgam pseudopods which writhed and leaked biological lubricants and other fluids whose purpose she easily surmised. The room was quiet save for the hum of ventilation and the tread of her suit upon the decking. 

"The nearest gantry will do. I do hope you enjoy this as much as I know I will."

Home's pseudopods gently caressed her outer hull flesh. Within the safety of Home, the laminate of biologically active tissue filamented by fiber optic and super conductive alloys came alive with sensory data as the smooth manipulating tentacles' tapered ends nuzzled and caressed her outer form, stimulating, lubricating, sensing, diagnosing every flaw and scratch and article of damage.

She felt them reach her outer mammary structures, the material relaxing from unyielding defensive barrier to soft, supple, life sustaining glands, sensitive and welcoming to the embrace of the Home's probing pseudopods. She felt her own personal, internal nipples harden and tingle as Home enveloped her outer breasts in supple tentacles which kneaded and stimulated the systems within to start producing the nutritional and nano robotic construction fluids, and her own more organic breasts begin to achieve similar results, even now beginning to fill and slowly drip with vital milk. She was surprised at the swift changes this process was causing in her physiology. 

"You are overdue for this process, Serene. Your other duties have kept you apart from this fulfillment for too long."

Serene wasn't sure she agreed, intellectually, but her rational brain was having a hard time arguing with the ravenous biological need to have every cavity within her filled to bursting with Home's fertile inseminating fluids

She longed to satisfy the wetness now dripping from her loins, both that of herself and the outer hull whose own womb cradled her, but the pilot harness had enclosed her hands and feet and now held her suspended and spread eagled above the cervical aperture which lead in and out of her cockpit, and descended into the snug tunnel of flesh like material to the outside. It no longer responded to her mental commands to release, but held both her hands securely in place. She moaned and gasped in frustration, and her body convulsed in sympathetic response to the overwhelming response of her outer frame to the attentions of the hangar's numerous tentacles now swarming over the exterior of her suit. 

"I see your distress, but the foreplay is necessary for desired results. You see, We have been developing some interesting new designs, which your frame and inner vessel are well suited to produce. Both your internal and exterior vessel will be host to exciting identity models and experimental weaponry. I think you will find this fulfillment quite...fulfilling"

she was gasping, and straining against the unresponsive harness. Home was finally slithering its appendages up the thights of her exterior, inching and probing ever closer to the now drenched hatchway which formed a second set of sexual organs, the outer clitoris a bright soft mound which ached to be wrapped in the embrace of the hangar's tentacles. The frame as a whole was now fully restrained by the muscular pseudopods of the hangar, and bucked and writhed in response to the stimulation and sensational feedback loop provided by the shared sensorium. The whole affair of suit, pilot, and embracing tentacles began to violently spasm as the suit's systems began to undergo premature orgasm, which pinballed between it and Serene's body in a swelling cacophony of overwhelming release, she felt her bladder go as her birth canal spasmed, and so too the hatchway of the suit contracted and relaxed, over and over on thin, unsatisfying air, drenching the floor of the hangar in ejaculate lubricant and biological waste fluids. 

After seemingly endless time, Serena came to, shivering on the inside floor of her cockpit. Drenched in sweat and some of her own piss. She had been drooling. She wiped this off with a slender forearm as she shakily raised herself up off the rubbery floor coating. she could still feel aftershocks from the climax. The four upper uterine horns above her cockpit structure flexed and creaked, impotently spasming, as was her own empty and ravenous womb. They were like cramps, painful but somehow not unpleasant. 

"Wh..What.."

"I apologize for that, I hadn't anticipated this level of reaction from your systems"

That was not possibly true, Home was practically omnipotent in terms of its of its charges. It'd been doing this for thousands of years. It had known exactly how she would feel and react to this encounter. 

"You're right of course, I simply did that for my own gratification, but I don't surmise it was at your expense"

Fair enough. She was dazed and shaky, and maybe a little bit banged up after falling limp from the harness structure, but ultimately she had enjoyed that...very much more than she'd even knew was possible. A time or two, fighting out there in the far reaches, she'd been briefly caught and restrained by enemy machines, and they had briefly...

she shook herself, and stood, bracing herself on her control harness. 

It had never been as good as this.