Chapter 3 - ... To Lose it All

Lauren's head swam for a moment as she dropped the neurohelmet onto her brow and electrodes touched her bare-shaven temples, the mech borrowing her sense of balance as the gyro spun up. Bug Hunt thrummed around her, consoles flashing to life as the fusion engine cycled up with a low, distant whine.

"Reactor online."

Heat flooded the cockpit, a wash of dry warmth that chased away the cool morning air. Lauren could already feel the familiar prickle of sweat on her forehand and shoulder blades as the mech became a sauna. Beneath her, she heard Tyler grunt in surprise. The extreme heat always caught newbies by surprise, it was already up to nearly a hundred degrees in the small space, and it was only going to get worse. The smell of the mechtech's sweat slowly mingled with hers, filling the cockpit with the tang of salt, undercut by the thick body of his musk.

"Sensors online."

Targeting screens came alive, sensor data spilling down over the small battle map set in her console. Her cross-hair came up, projected over the glass of her cockpit and she played the joystick, the small reticule tracking in tight circles as the weapons traversed and the mech shifted slightly in its bay.

"Weapons online."

More readouts projected onto the glass, her ammo counts, and weapon readiness available at a glance. More monitors held her groupings and heat status.

"All systems nominal."

If only that were true. Rather than nestled back in her seat, Lauren was sat in Tyler's lap, his spit-soaked cock jutting up between her bare thighs, rubbing against her leaking lips. Her feet barely reached the pedals, and they'd foregone the multi-strapped pilot restraint. It wasn't comfortable, but Bug Hunt wasn't made for two, and they weren't going far so he'd insisted it would be fine.

Metal ground as the gantries were drawn back, someone down on the floor flashing a hand motion clearing Lauren. Outside a warbling alarm let the base know a mech was heading for the gate. Slowly, bumping with every step, Lauren guided her mech out of her mech's service bay and down the row that contained the rest of First Forward's mech compliment, towering giants that stood at silent attention. Outside, the day was overcast and grey, the base at a sleepy buzz of activity. 

Each step rocked the mech, the Locust’s hips shifting with each slow and careful step it made as she slowly steered it out to the edge of the base and through the open, armor-slabbed gate. It wasn’t meant for slow speeds, and its gait was awkward and jarring - which made things all the worse for poor Lauren, every bumpy step bouncing her into the air and slamming her back into Tyler’s lap, her plush ass clapping against his hips, his cock grinding against her.

Once they were in the clear, she pressed the throttle forward, and the heat in the cockpit rose, a wave of warmth that wrapped the two in its embrace as Bug Hunt surged into motion. Mechwarriors dressed like exhibitionists for a reason, mech cockpits ran blisteringly hot, and the only reason Tyler was probably even close to comfortable in his technician’s uniform was that he was mostly bare, his coveralls unzipped far past his navel.

Stepping down on one of the pedals, Lauren swung Bug Hunt off the dirt road and into the thick forest that surrounded the base and away from prying eyes. Tyler had wanted one thing - to bang a Mechwarrior in their own mech, but she had wanted to avoid a repeat of the hanger. The last thing she needed was for half the base to see her shoved up against the canopy as the tech fucked her brains out. So they were heading for a nice, secluded spot that had the benefit of letting her show off a little. Let’s see if Tyler thought it was so easy to drive a mech after this...

Slowly the ride began to level out, the cockpit tilting forward as the mech settled into its proper pace of well over a hundred kilometers per hour,  a full-out sprint that left Tyler’s eyes wide as Lauren grinned in joy. The forest flew past them, the canopies of thick trees like Terran oaks slapping against her windscreen, the huge trunks a blur as she juked and weaved through them. Each step of the Locust tore up the undergrowth, kicking up clods of dirt and torn foliage.

“You, uh… you wanna slow down a little there, princess?”

“You wanted to drive Bug Hunt, this is how you drive it,” she responded, eyes locked on the canopy as she weaved back and forth through the forest. She was sticking close to the edge of a canyon, where the trees were thinner and she could keep the throttle open. Rocks cracked and tumbled away down the steep-sloped sides as the mech pounded along, bouncing Lauren and Tyler around together, the slap of their bodies echoing through the cockpit, seemingly louder even than the crash of Bug Hunt’s footsteps. 

Tyler was practically growling in Lauren’s ear, the constant grinding already starting to get to him. He'd been hard again almost the moment he'd pulled out of her mouth, and the ride was only working him up more. One hand had snaked around her waist, the other coming up to roughly grope one of her breasts. His hips were working, humping even as the ride bounced them together. Pre pumped from his tip in thick, gooey drops, mixing with the slick wetness Lauren had smeared all over his length. 

“S-stop that! Can you just let me focus?”

“Just stop the stupid mech already and let me fuck you,” Tyler laughed, still rocking his hips, pulling Lauren tight against him as he continued to tease her. Fingers still groping and squeezing her breast, playing with her nipple as he kissed at the side of her neck, ignoring the salty taste of sweat on her skin. His teeth brushed her skin, gently biting at her as he thrust up hard, clapping her hips against her rump. 

She'd have preferred to be further from the base, but she was already realizing that getting Tyler to stop would be like trying to pry a dog off your leg. With a grumble, Lauren slowly throttled back, bringing the mech to a bumpy halt. Tyler clung tight to her as the mech bounced and swayed to a stop, riding her jiggling ass with a smile on his face. The smell of him was thick in Lauren’s nose, the acrid stink of his sweat and the cloying thickness of his musk twining together to force their way up her nose. She could just imagine it was sinking into her seat and her clothes, the whole cockpit was going to reek of him for weeks to come. 

“Lemme pop the hatch, and -”

“Nah, keep it shut,” he growled, dragging her back into his lap as she started to rise. “We both know you like the smell.”

“You’re a nasty pig, Tyler.”

“You know it. And you’ll think of me next time you’re in combat and the chair still smells like a locker room.” He nibbled at her ear, his breath hot against her neck as he slowly humped up against her, pre dripping all down his cock and smearing against her red and needy lips. “Make you think about a cock in your hand rather than a joystick.”

“J-just,” Lauren’s heart skipped as his cock prodded against her clit, bathing the tender nub in hot pre as he ground up against it. “Fuck. Just get a stupid rubber on and shove it in, asshole!”

“Nah.” His hips didn’t stop moving, constant motion that ground against her, made her heart race in her chest and her poor cunt drool and clench helplessly. 

“What do you mean ‘Nah’?”

"I mean ‘Nah, I’m not putting on a rubber’. I’m clean and it feels better raw, I'll pull out, just calm down," Tyler said, still working his hips against her, grinding his cock along her soaking mound, smearing lubrication onto his already well-prepared cock.

"I've heard that before. No rubber, no ride."

With an exasperated noise, he finally stopped moving, shooting her a frustrated and unamused glare. 

"Commander Kilian would literally murder me if I put one of her pilots out of commission by knocking your slutty ass up. No offense, princess, but you’re not worth dying for - I’ll pull out. So just relax, drag that stick out of your ass, and let me make you feel good.”

Lauren bit her lip, it was just so damn hard to focus. The thick smell of sex filled the cockpit, the heat of the engine beneath them turning the small space into a sauna, the humid and sex-tainted air leaving her feeling short of air no matter how fast her ragged breathing got. Tyler was getting more insistent, his swollen head prodding her lips, rivulets of her arousal trickling down his shaft. She should say no, saying yes would be stupid and risky and…. And…

“F-fuck. Fine.”

“Good girl,” Tyler growled, his hips punching upward in a single, brutal motion. Lauren saw stars, her vision going white as that oversized bitchbreaker finally drove up into her needy cunt. Her soft lips split eagerly for it, walls like silk parting as he drove upward in a single fluid motion. She was so wet, so eager, there was no resistance until his tip kissed her cervix, hips clapping against her ass even as his balls bounced up. The impact left her gaping stupidly, mouth working in silence as she tried to moan, to cry out - but the breath had been driven from her lungs, the pre-smeared kiss his cock left against her cervix enough to leave her winded. All she could do was grab at his arms, her cunt squeezing him tight in approval. 

“This is so much better than taking some useless mech,” Tyler groaned, churning his hips for a moment, letting his cock stir up her insides as he enjoyed the clenching tightness of his new toy. “You’re gonna have eight months of this, Lauren.”

He held her tight, fingers leaving bruises on her hips as he held the squirming, gasping pilot against him. Her back arching as his words cut through the fog in her brain, electrifying in a way she wasn't expecting.

“Eight months of this every day. No breaks for cheating -” He drew her upward, hands guiding her shaking legs as she rose out of his lap only to yank her back down hard as his hips jerked up. “- little -” The clap of their bodies echoed through the cockpit, the impact bouncing Lauren up only for him to yank her down again. “- cunts!”

Lauren’s eyes were wide, staring sightlessly out of the cockpit as Tyler worked himself up into a proper rhythm, pounding the Mechwarrior with all the strength he had. Every sharp impact of his hips felt like it was leaving her rump red and bruised, the impact rippling through her soft thighs and making her tits bounce wildly. His voice was a growl in her ear that sent shivers running down her spine, electric tingles that she could feel down in her poor pussy. It ached from how hard he was going, stretched to the limit, and yet drooling all over his shaft and balls as he pummeled her with reckless abandon. He wasn’t trying to draw it out, or take his time. He wanted to cum, and he was going to make Lauren cum, too. 

Already she could feel herself tipping toward the edge, the little flutters and tingles telling her how close she was as her eyes drifted across the canopy, out of focus as she stared at the trees outside and how they moved in the wind. How they… how they...

Confused, nearly overwhelmed by pleasure, Lauren blinked. Trying to focus her eyes as two mechs stepped into view from behind a thick screen of trees, pivoting on their waist to scan the terrain. They were bigger than the Locust, though similarly built. Backward jointed legs supporting a cruel, curved beak of a body. A boxy mount on their side sported a pair of glimmering laser lenses, the other side the open mouths of an SRM pack.

Ravens. Draconis Combine mechs. The people the First Forward were supposed to be garrisoning the planet against.

"Oh, fuck," Lauren swore, her heart lurching in her chest as her eyes went wide. 

"Yeah, princess, you fucking love it," Tyler growled, eyes closed as his hands tightened, squeezing her hip and breast hard enough to make her cry out. He was still thrusting, pounding up into Lauren as she scrambled at the controls.

"N-no, I… outside, idiot!" Lauren hissed, elbowing the tech hard in the chest. "Get the harness on, we gotta go!"

"What the hell are you-" Tyler finally focused, tearing his eyes away from Lauren's bouncing tits and out the canopy. She felt him jerk in surprise, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her as he let out a yelp, scrambling to get the harness dragged across the two of them and buckled into place. If he'd been smarter. He might have thought to pull out before snapping it shut, the straps pressing the two tight together as Lauren slammed the throttle forward.

Bug Hunt leapt like a runner off the line, exploding forward in a surge of motion even as missile alarms rang through the cockpit. The heat spiked, the air warming further as the sudden speed pressed the fusion engine for more power. A flight of short-range missiles scythed through the air where they'd been, detonating trees in a hail of wood and metal shrapnel that spangled across the hull like hail. 

Picking up speed with every step, the little mech careened toward the two larger Ravens, a manic laugh rising in Lauren's throat as Tyler wrapped his arms around her, clinging on for dear life. The harness pressed them tight together, his cock grinding deep inside her, but it wasn't meant for two people, and the awkwardly tightened restraints had just enough play for every step to jolt them both around. Short, sharp thrusts hammering up into Lauren with every step her mech took, bouncing her on that too big cock.

But she felt good, and couldn't help the grin on her face. This was when she felt alive, shot through with adrenaline everything felt more intense, and the harsh jolting of Tyler against her was making her toes curl, her breath coming ragged gasps as she clenched around him. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, her nerves singing with terror and pleasure. The Ravens had to scramble aside as the seemingly suicidal mech squeezed through the gap, the two turning and coming around as Bug Hunt fled, their lasers scoring across the tiny mech and leaving molten rivulets of ruined armor in their wake.

"Where the hell did they come from?" Tyler gasped, his teeth grit as Lauren juked left, missiles cratering the forest floor in a detonation of wood, dirt, and shrapnel. The maneuver bounced the smaller pilot against him hard, her hips grinding against his lap as he helplessly bucked up against her.

"They must have slipped on planet at some point, maybe a raiding party? We gotta get back to base, though. Comm ahead and let them know we're coming."

With a grunt, Tyler reached around her to start fighting with the comm. A task made all the harder by the maneuvers Lauren was throwing Bug Hunt through. The Ravens weren't as fast, but they had the size to plow through most of the foliage she had to juke around, and they were staying close on her back. Lasers sizzled through trees and dense brush, leaving guttering fires and shattered trunks. Missiles crashed and exploded, conclusive bursts slapping the little mech around as Lauren tried to pilot it through the worst of the storm of fire. And her concentration kept getting broken as Tyler was slammed up into her, that fat cock bulging her stomach outward as he stirred up her insides in a way that left her panting.

The already hot cockpit was turning into a sweatbox, rivulets and droplets rolling down her smooth skin as Tyler hit the comm, grabbing the handset from where it hung and lifting it to his mouth, the spiraled cord slapping against the side of Lauren's neurohelmet as she focused every ounce of attention she had on keeping them alive.

"Forward Base, this is Bug Hunt. We have enemy contact. Draconis Combine scout mechs located…" he glanced down at Lauren and then put the handset to her lips.

"At grid coordinates 11, 37, Beta. Repeat, contact made with an enemy patrol. Withdrawing to base under pursuit."

The comm crackled and the voice that replied was attenuated by static.

"Contact? You're sure it's not local militia?"

Lauren snarled something under her breath and Tyler's eyebrows rose at her vocabulary. He wasn't even sure what some of those words meant, but he took the handset away from her lips.

"Militia doesn't have a big dragon painted on their mechs," he answered for her, wincing as another wave of lasers tore at the mech as Lauren sent it into a bobbing, skittering weave through the trees that bounced her in his lap and forced a grunt out of his lips into the comm.

"Base, we are taking some serious fire here. Can you get us some backup?"

"The patrol in your area isn't responding," the voice sounded worried through the thickening static. It was getting worse, the voice growing more and more washed out. "We're informing the commander and issuing an alert….  On standby…. Scout lance will be departing….  Hang on…”

And then the voice was gone, washed away by the rising tide of static. Tyler shouted into the handset, and Lauren spared a moment to give the comm unit a hard thump, but there was nothing beyond the sound of snow.

"It's the Ravens," she said, voice grim. "They're loaded with ECM gear, one of them must have switched over to trying to keep us quiet."

"But Kilian will send someone to help us, right?"

Lauren shook her head, trying to clear the sweat from her brow. Her mind felt slow and sluggish, despite the burn of adrenaline that normally made her soul soar. She was riding high, but her thoughts were coming slow and it was so hard to follow them all the way to the end. It was fucking Tyler, she just couldn't think with his cock bloating her stomach, stirring up her insides as they bounced along, the motion of the mech like little jackhammer thrusts that left her groaning and her toes curling.

"Dunno," she admitted, her voice tight as she tried to punch through the cock-induced fog. "But I bet the patrol is dead. So any help is gonna be a long time coming."

"The Ravens got them?"

Lauren shook her head again. It was just so hard to think! Damn Tyler, damn him and his stupidly big dick. But that didn't make sense, a Raven was a scout mech, they were bigger than her Locust, but they weren't meant for straight combat. 

"N-no, there was no battle damage on them. There has to be-"

An alarm whooped and Lauren cursed, slapping at her joystick and kicking a rudder, slewing the Locust hard to the right, its feet churning up the thick forest undergrowth. But there was no explosion. Instead, there was a resounding, metallic *clang* and Lauren's cursing kicked up a few more notches to a level that would make a jumpship sailor blush. 

"What's wrong?"

"They just hit us with a NARC, it's like… it's like a signal booster for their targeting systems. I was hoping to lose them in the trees but we basically have a neon sign around our neck now."

"Can we get rid of it?"

"Sure, hop on out and knock it off for me, will ya?"

"Fuck you."

"You already are! And speaking of, can you fucking hold still for five secnnnnnnggh."

Lauren's head lolled as Bug Hunt kicked its way through a cluttered mess of broken stone, sending a heavy jolt through the mech that bounced her up and then slammed her back down on Tyler's cock hard enough to drive the wind from her lungs. Her eyes fluttered, and for a moment the mech seemed to stumble as her focus and balance wavered.  But she managed to catch herself, panting through clenched teeth as she tried not to whimper. It was agonizing ecstasy, and every step was more intense than the last. Every bump threatening to be the one that sent her sprawling.

"Hey, hey, focus!" Tyler snapped giving her face a gentle slap that, really, only made things harder on the little masochist.

"T-trying," she gasped, fending his hand off weakly before grabbing the throttle again in a panicked moment. "Why are… ffuck…. Why are you still hard?"

"Because you keep clenching," Tyler growled, his hips bucking up against her, working in small circles as the two devolved into mingled moans, interrupted only as Bug Hunt sounded another alarm, and began to chant a missile warning in a cold, mechanical voice.

Oh, God, she'd been right. Struggling, her eyes fluttering as pleasure sparked and spiked through her, Lauren tightened her grip on the joystick and stamped on one of the pedals. "Hang on," she growled, slewing the mech to the side and half fell, half slid down the steep slope into the defile they'd been pacing alongside. The trees overhead were a dense canopy, and the steep walls were the best cover they could hope to find.

"The hell are you doing, we're in a barrel down here!" 

Lauren had to suppress the urge to turn around and slap him, as lasers ripped down the narrow defile. There was no space to dodge, and they ripped into Bug Hunt's thin back armor, opening up rents in the machine and probing at the internal structure. More alarms blared and Lauren slapped them off, sparing only a moment to glance at her damage display. Bad, but not critical. Not yet. The Ravens were pacing along the lip of the defile, though she was starting to put some distance between them. A little more and she'd be out of the effective range of their lasers. They could make it.

"There's something bigger out there that killed the patrol. They have to have backup, or they wouldn't have bothered hitting us with that NARC. They have fire support somewhere in the area and unless you want to -" 

The forecast storm finally arrived, the left lip of the defile exploding in a cloud of dirt and mud as missiles arrived in a buzzing cloud, trying to correct course to reach Bug Hunt as it pounded along in desperate flight. Boulders came smashing down, forcing Lauren to weave and juke as best she could in the tight space. Branches thick as a man's torso rained down,  smashing against the little mech and throwing pilot and passenger around the cockpit. And a few of the missiles found their target, slapping at the little Locust and tearing more armor away in shattered, blackened shards.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Lauren snarled, shoving the throttle harder against its stops as if she could coax a few extra kph out of the little mech if she pushed hard enough. The Ravens were no longer in sight, peeling back as whatever was out there took shots at the little Locust.

And whatever it was, it was big and it had ammo to spare. Another rain of missiles came screaming in, trying to correct their trajectory as Bug Hunt juked, slamming into trees and rocks in starburst explosions of smoke and fire. Tyler was shouting something in her ear as the little Locust juddered and bounced, thrown around like a ship in the storm, the two lovers crashing and grinding together as they bounced in their restraints, still joined at the hips. His tip was kissing her cervix, every little bump and grind leaving her breathless and whimpering.

Tyler wasn't doing much better, she could hear the little grunts in the back of his throat, the rumble in his chest as he moaned to himself. He was getting close, and they were still locked together, no way for him to pull out.

More missiles and Lauren screamed out as the mech rocked. Metal screeched and the entire right side of the mech, missile pack and all, was ripped completely clean. Loading mechanisms and servos sparking and hanging uselessly as Bug Hunt's amputated ammo bins cooked off just moments after they were removed. The force of the explosion threw Bug Hunt sideways, slamming the mech into the rocky wall of the defile and sending spiderweb cracks through the armored glass canopy.

Lauren would have slammed her head against one of the displays as she was violently rocked, but Tyler was there, strong arms wrapped around her head, cushioning her as he took the brunt of the violence. She heard him grunt in pain, and blood was smeared across the sharp edge of a display as they rocked and bounced back into the sear.  But his cushioning kept her head clear and unconcussed, but now she was wrapped up in his arms. The smell of his sweat filling her nose as he held her close, protecting her with the strength of his arms as her heart beat rapidly in her chest, fluttering like trapped butterflies.

"W-we're almost to the base," Lauren said after a moment, swallowing hard as Tyler slowly unwrapped himself from around her. The cockpit was a mess, one of the screens broken and she could tell he was hurt, though not badly. At least, not bad enough that his cock would take the hint. It was still full and hard inside her, pressing out and softly bulging her flat, toned stomach. "Just… just a few hundred meters and we'll be back on the road. Maybe another klick or two to base from there."

"Can we make that?"

There was a scream and a cloud of misses hit the defile next to them, showering the battered mech in rock and dirt. Both mercenaries flinched, but Lauren gave Tyler a shaky grin. 

"We must have knocked the NARC off when we hit the wall. He doesn't have targeting data - no way to hit us. And that means we can make it."

Shifting Bug Hunt back into motion, Lauren couldn't help but laugh. The triumphant giggle of adrenaline and survival and pleasure.

"So long as we can avoid the Ravens catching back up, we should be fine."

She should have known not to open her mouth, lady luck had certainly abandoned her at the gaming table and had yet to return. The Ravens were waiting. 

They'd cut her off about a kilometer down the road, gotten around in front of her and now there was no escape. Her triumph withering and dying as she took them in. They stood between her and the base, and even if they got past Lauren wasn't sure it would offer any refuge. The defense weaponry had been reduced to smoldering wreckage, the walls pockmarked with craters from missiles, scored by lasers, and the gate half smashed down, blown open by advancing forces as they breached the perimeter. This close, her comm could punch through the targeted interference, and what she heard didn't sound good. There was a full-scale attack happening, and though the base had early warning thanks to her they were still being pushed hard. It was a fair fight, rather than a surprise slaughter, but the babbled combat chatter was a confusing mess, the fighting was close range, and the base had been breached in multiple places.

But while the First was putting up a hell of a fight somewhere nearby, that wasn't going to help Lauren any. House Kurita Mechwarriors were all about honor and pride, and these two weren't about to let her escape. They stood astride the road, and she could just imagine their pilot's smirk as they throttled back, mechs backstepping to keep her in range longer.

She grit her teeth, time was running out. No armor, no protection. She could hear Tyler groaning in her ear, an animal sound that told her just how close he was to the finish line. With a desperate cry, Lauren pulled the trigger on her remaining missile pack as she pounded forward, SRMs lashing out ahead of her ravaged mech. But they didn't hit either of the Ravens, impacting instead on the packed earth of the road, exploding in clouds of smoke and dirt. Throwing Bug Hunt into a mad, random slalom, Lauren charged the Ravens, triggering the missiles as fast as they could load and ready, pumping out her ammo in washes of ignition smoke that only added to the mess.

The Ravens seemed to understand what she was doing and opened fire, no longer waiting for optimal range. But their lasers were dissipated slightly by the growing cloud, their targeting systems confused by the growing scramble. They tagged Lauren, but Bug Hunt surged on, running for its life, metal feet pounding the dirt as the wild maneuvers threw the two mercenaries around, Tyler grunting and snarling each time they collided, his cock throbbing desperately inside her as his hands left bruises on her hips.

"Can't…"

"We're almost there!"

"I can't…"

"Hold it, you bastard!"

"L-Lauren, I-"

A laser sliced across Bug Hunt's leg as they dove between the two Ravens, and the whole mech jerked violently as it stumbled. Myomer, a mech's artificial muscle, ripped and tore under the heat of the lasers, bundles of it falling out of the rents in the armor, trailing the dirt as Bug Hunt fell forward, hitting into the dirt with a bone-jarring crash, grinding forward until the cockpit was just inside the ruined gate, sprawled in the dirt like the fallen soldier it was.

"Noooooo!" Lauren screamed. It was a final, ultimate loss. So close, and yet so far - she'd failed. She could feel Tyler twitching inside her, feel the hit wash of virile seed as he came. It was too much for both of them, the impact and the adrenaline overwhelming their stretched self-control, her head lolled back, tongue flopping from her mouth as she panted and moaned right along with him. Rope after rope painting her insides, decorating her quivering, clenching walls with murky white, a billion eager and determined swimmers swarming through her as the two slumped together exhausted and defeated, thick globs of cum bubbling from her stretched lips and dripping down onto the seat below them, too much for her body to hold.

It was all over, Lauren thought dully, one hand gently rubbing the warm fullness of her core, fingers tracing over the deep tingling inside her as the Ravens trotted forward to finish the job. A foot through the cockpit, she expected. Not even the clean, quick dignity of a laser, but something slow and deliberate. 

And that was when Bug Hunt shook again, the ground trembling as something heavy trod forward. The crunch of steel footpads on concrete making Lauren look up, dragging her from the pit of shameful pleasure and failure to see salvation. 

Few mechs could universally inspire fear when they appeared on the battlefield, but the appearance of a single assault mech could stop an entire skirmish. There was a saying that the battle was over when the assault mechs came out to play, the sheer weight of armor and firepower they brought to a fight able to level entire lances as they took the field. And among even those hallowed machines, there was one that stood supreme. An icon of war made manifest in steel and myomer.

Commander Kilian's personal mech, the Last Dancer, was the pride of the company. A hundred tons of brutally effective assault mech, the AS7-D Atlas was the Inner Spheres unrivaled god of war, its grinning death's head cockpit the last thing seen by unnumbered scores of Mechwarriors. It came pounding out from behind the wall, rushing through the gate with all the speed its massive frame could muster. It stepped neatly over the fallen Bug Hunt, already opening fire as it sprang into the Ravens view. A storm of metal spat from its autocannon, a hail of metal shells bigger than a man tearing into the Raven in a spray of shattered armor and steel. Lasers flashed, and a missile pack sputtered, hammering the little mech so hard it stumbled, the pilot struggling to keep it upright as coolant splashed across the ground like heart's blood.

It stumbled, trying to reverse, but Kilian had no mind to let it escape, stomping forward towards it with all the slow, unstoppable speed of an avalanche. Huge metal hands, bigger than tanks, reached out, grabbing the smaller mech and hauling it into the air like it was a toy. Servos screamed and whined as the Last Dancer spun its torso, arm extending to whipcrack the struggling Raven against the wall of the base. Concrete and metal seemed to explode, dust gouting into the air as the mech smashed through the heavily reinforced wall - and what came through the other side was no longer recognizable as a scout mech. 

The other Raven was running, but with the thin back armor presented to Kilian, there was never any hope of it escaping. The autocannon snarled its rapid patter of shells, tearing the back of the fleeing mech open and gutting the central torso. Deep inside the reactor flashed, containment breaching and falling into an unstoppable Stackpole cascade, the energy running rampant as it tumbled forward in a knot of metal limbs. The burst of light was bright enough to make Tyler flinch, but to Lauren's eyes, it was damn beautiful.

"Lauren, report. Are you okay in there?"

Woozy, giddy on adrenaline and her own afterglow, she took a moment to key the comm. 

"Just a bit knocked up, commander," she giggled as Tyler groaned behind her, rubbing at his sweat-streaked face. "But we're fine."

"Tyler is with you?"

"Yes, ma'am."

“Guess we should consider ourselves lucky you two went out for ‘lessons’,” the commander’s tone made it clear she knew exactly what had been going on in the closed cockpit. “Stay where you are, alright? I got recovery crews on the way to cut you out - fighting is still happening and I don’t want either of you outside without armor.”

“Copy that, commander.”

“We hear you.”

Lauren hit the comm and then started laughing, bubbling little giggles that spilled from her lips and made her shoulders shake. There was an edge of hysteria to it that made Tyler look uneasy, glancing around the cockpit as the girl in his lap laughed a little too hard, all the adrenaline and shock catching up with her at once now that the danger had passed. 

"That's gonna be you," Lauren laughed, her voice choked as she slumped back against Tyler’s chest and pointed at the Raven Kilian had put through the wall. "She is gonna murder you."

"Only if you tell her."

"And why wouldn't I tell her?"

“Because then I’ll be dead and you won’t get to take another ride.”

The laughter died from the statement's sheer audacity. Her expression flat, Lauren twisted around on Tyler’s lap to give him an incredulous look that he answered with a smile. They were still pressed tightly together, the slow drip of cum leaking from her overstuffed cunt drumming softly on the seat, the air reeking of mingled sweat and sex. Her whole body ached, muscles sore and worn from the exertion of their flight, her poor pussy red and bruised from the rough treatment he'd put her through. Little tingles were still playing through her as the last warmth of her orgasm slowly drained away. She considered slapping him and then decided against it. 

“She’ll figure it out eventually,” Lauren said. It wasn’t a rebuttal but it wasn’t an agreement, yet Tyler grinned like a kid on Christmas, leaning in to kiss at the side of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. 

“And until she does you’re mine, princess,” he growled in her ear. His voice made her shiver and clench, and she felt him stirring inside of her. Cock slowly stiffening once more as his hands crossed over her belly and clutched her possessively against him, hips already starting to work in slow, insistent motions. 

They had some time before rescue crews showed up - seemed like the whole base was going to end up seeing her fucked against her mech's canopy despite her best efforts. 