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We drift like that for a while, strictly 'aware of our surroundings' but not feeling any need to act or focus too deeply. But eventually it comes to an end.
Maelinde is still standing at its terminal as we float back towards the surface, reading the data output intently.
"...Woah," we speak slowly, vocal tract not quite in sync with the rest of us.
"Cute," Mae notes. "Well, I certainly got some good data."
"You gonna tell us what's going on?" we ask, trying our best to focus again.
"Nah, think it's more fun to keep you in suspense," Mae answers, with not a hint of sarcasm. This gal. Come on. "And anyway second-order analytics will be processing for a while yet. I'll stop by your place in a few hours to take a look at your loom node and tell you what I think, plus any other activities you might be interested in while I'm there."
It steps closer to us, first disconnecting the diagnostic cables, then leaning closer and raising hands to our helm. We tilt our head slightly, confirming, inviting.
It detaches and lifts the helm from our head, and finally meets our eyes. Brushing a few strands of our magenta-brown iridescent hair aside, it scrutinizes, soft but precise. We feel that fluttering again, perhaps more intense.
Mae whispers something under its breath; all we hear is the word 'pretty,' but there's many more syllables as its exhale trails off. We feel the breath faintly on our chin.
Finally, it leans in, plants a kiss on our cheek, and nods. Handing us back our helm, it speaks, "All right, see you later. And Agniesh?"
"Yes?" we ask, a bit unsure what it's going to say next.
"You can visit whenever you feel like, you know. Not just if you have a specific reason in mind. I'm sure plenty others in the nest feel the same, too."
"Of course, we--
...of course," we answer hesitantly. "Thanks Mae."
We take the walk home to wonder why it brought that up, but once we're back the curiosity fades. Gweh, we need to try and rebalance. Maybe spend some time on something we're actually in our element with.
The hinged panels of the apartment's sliding door make satisfying rhythmic clacks as we close it. We set our helm aside and strip off most of our exo armor, but keep our S.K.I.R.T. on as we step over to our workbench. The piece adapts appropriately, armor folding away to give us more legroom.
With a thought, we have the S.K.I.R.T.'s storage sheaths rotate and extend, reaching a hand down with practiced motion to grab the proferred implement. In a flurry of precise movements, we detach the mag from our trusty auto-shotty Karolin, clear the shell from her chamber, and get started stripping her for maintenance.
Ahh, quality time with sisters! Nothing compares, truly.
Disassembly.
Cleaning.
Lubrication.
Final checks.
Reassembly.
Satisfaction.
Throughout the process we take a few snapshots to share with our fellow firearm maintenance perverts once we have Loom access again. Even still, this is about us and Karolin more than anything. Sisterhood, and the pleasure of resolving procedures to the letter.
We don't load her again when we're done though. Not like we're planning to travel out of the nest into the concrete wilds imminently, so it's not really needed yet, and anyway safety is key for this next part too.
Yeah we could spend some more time on our sisters, get to Veronica (high-impact sniper railcannon) and Chel (plasma rifle, way different maintenance cycle than anything kinetic) and so on, but between Maelinde's teasing earlier and the feeling of lavishing attention upon Karolin we honestly have another need to take care of.
Aaand that's how we ended up nude, bucking our hips into Karolin's stock, watching our terminal's screen upstairs. F-ffffuuuuuuuhhhhhh...
Our loom node may be down, but at least we've built up a decently sized local porn folder. Thus we look on as a futchy warrior type with several scar-corals growing from her upper arms and shoulders puts her pent-up aggression into treating her cute gf nice and rough. Scratches and bites and getting thrown around for the whimpering, dripping sub; perfect. The whole armament sisterhood thing is probably our most uncommon kink, but it's far from our only one.
Hhh. Want. Need. Desire. In the video, pain is now accompanied by pleasure. It does things to us for sure, but it's still not enough.
A thought strikes through the fog.
We turn off the terminal and take this mess over to the mirror. Watching ourself rut into our sister's metal and plastic... "Karolin!!" we moan.
Fucking warm inside. We can feel our circulator's beat in our clit. "Fuck. Sis, please. Need-- needs it."
The gal in the mirror is wild, desperate. We gasp to her, "You pervert... you look pathetic, hahahaha." Our back arches as sparks fly inside us. We just continue to laugh. It's a little unnerving. It's incredibly sexy.
As we steady Karolin with one hand, the other has been grabbing and pawing at our tits, but now the latter reaches out for mirror girl. We need to use her, fuck her, break her. Actually no, in our frustration we set our sis aside; this is between us and the mirror now.
We press our boobs against hers. Paw at our lower lips with a desperate hand. Hahaha. Shut up, you're pathetic. We're gonna- we're gonna fuckin'--
We fall into a kiss, mashing our face into that of the mirror gal. It's surprising, but not unpleasant. Oh. Ohhhhh. Below, we slip a second finger in (wait, when was the first?), drawing out a shudder.
We can feel our spiracles working overtime to keep breathing going since our major respiratory tract is otherwise occupied. Kinda tingles. Thumb across clit. Tongue to mirror. Sis, are you watching? Are you seeing us?
Ahhhh-- there it is, finally.