Title:           Sex and Authoritah
Author:          EarfulofNapalm
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First Edit:      Sunday 17th of May 2015 01:06:49 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 17th of May 2015 01:06:49 AM CDT

>Drone quickly rolls onto her back, pulling you on top of her
>"Put it in me, much easier than being choked to death."
>You nod and line yourself up with your Commander's pink slit
>Amazing how she was mostly machine but still had a real vagoo
>Truly the perfect mesh of organism and machine
>Her propellers got in the way of your legs as you mounted her in the missionary position
>She wraps her legs around your hips and pulls you in
>A slight tinge of pink spread across her cheeks
>"I'll free you upon my own culmination, if you finish first you're staying right here until you can get it up again."
>You startes pumping her, really hoping she was getting into it
>Then you heard a buzzing noise
>And your dick felt like it was about to explode
>She was vibrating
>She stares up at you with a sly grin
>"I've got a great idea Anon!" she chirps, pulling a hellfire missile off of her wing and setting it on her belly
>"Better hurry, it could go off."
>What the fuck was this?!
>Vibrating cooch, missile, being held in place
>There were so many feelings you had about this that they conglomerated into a terror boner
>So apparently you needed to get her to finish without finish yourself despite her marehood - which was shaking like fucking Haiti - all while an active warhead was shuffling between your bodies
>You wanted to scream but felt no good would come of it
>Drone giggles and grabs your head, pulling you into a deep kiss
>You clench your kegels until they burn and just fuck the ever-loving hell out of your Commander for about 15 minutes
>Flopping around on top of her like a fish out of water
>She finally hits her climax, grabbing onto the bedsheets and spreading her legs wide instead of crushing your hips
>She sprays out hot lubricant between the two of you, soaking the bed in something chemically similar to but legally distinct from Astroglide
>Drone takes the missile and pulls your dick out, replacing it with the 6" warhead
>Drone thrusts it into herself, seemingly aware of the consequences but uncaring
>Slowly pulling it from her slit, bridges of her a-little-more-viscous-than-normal juices clung to her
>Holding it between two hooves she moves it towards your face
>"Lick it clean." she gives you an unchanging grin, one that expects you to just comply with her, one that looks as if you saying no would be a surprise
>You stick your tongue out to the active hellfire missile slathered in sexual juices
>What a way to go
>Better get this over quick, you were already shaking
>Quickly rushing, you lick off her tangy, juices
>A taste lingered in your mouth that could only be described as plastic-y
>Your hands shook like mad as you handed her the missile, eager for her to dispose of it
>She slowly inspects it, turning it about, checking it against the light
>You meanwhile, stood across the room
>"Welp, satisfactory job, Private."
"Thank you, Commander." you say
>She opens her bedroom window and holds the missile like a dart, throwing it into the field
>Having a home in the country sure had its benefits
>Among them was ease of warhead disposal
>The missile flew true, before fucking exploding the moment it hit the ground
>"Good thing you didn't apply too much pressure to the tip." she says plainly
>You were pretty tired
"Hey, can I go to bed now? I'm gettin-"
>"Is that how you address your CO?!" she growls, jumping up into your face
"Wh-what?" you back off quickly
>She pins you to the cold, brick wall and rears her hoof back to punch you
>"How do you address your commanding officer, private?!" she hollers, her voice ringing in your ears
"P-permission to go to bed, ma'am?"
>She suddenly becomes gentle, placing her hoof on your shoulder
>"Sorry to scare you like that, Private. I just need you to respect my authoritah. Y'see?"
>You nod
>She scowls again and slams her hoof into the wall beside your head, sending a veiny network of fractures in all directions
>"WHAT WAS THAT, PRIVATE?!"
"Y-yes ma'am." you say, turning your head away from her expressionlesd gaze
>She forcibly turns your face to hers
>"You look me in the eyes when you talk to me."
"But you don't have... eyes."
>She stares at you for a moment, as if unable to comprehend your disrespect
>She puts a hoof to the side of her face and lifts up the opaque visor
>Two stunning yellow-rummed eyes dilated and scowled at you
>Beneath her visor, her face was dark grey, something you'd never seen before
>"This better?" she hisses at you
>She was probably going to kill you anyways, might as well earn some cool points
"Yes. Yes infa-"
>"You're sleeping outside tonight unless you straighten up right this moment."
>She flips her visor back down and it clicks back into place
>She moves away and climbs into her bed
>"You can sleep on the couch... Go to bed, Private."
>You'd approach her if you weren't so afraid of her manic outbursts, she seemed sad
>Instead, you decide you don't need any more white hairs and scuttle out to the couch
>The house still smelled foreign to you, it wasn't the scent of your house back in the city
>The couch smelled like Drone, everything did and in the silent dark of the twilight hours you could smell her vividly
>Not really thinking about it much, you lean against the arm of the couch and pass out