Word count: ~5000
Themes: D/s with light humiliation, voyeurism
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Summary: Ace pilot Kuvanna Ilas has a problem. None of the human batteries she's ever worked with has been able to unlock the full potential of her personalized mech. Fortunately, her skill in the 'pit more than makes up for any resulting deficiencies, but considering how hard she's struggled to get to where she is, this final insurmountable shortcoming frustrates her beyond all rationality -- in more ways than one.
Only when she stumbles upon a fellow pilot engaged in off-duty activities with a very inappropriate partner does she begin at last to realize just what she's been missing...
Only when she stumbles upon a fellow pilot engaged in off-duty activities with a very inappropriate partner does she begin at last to realize just what she's been missing...
Excerpt (250 words):
Suddenly, the thought of returning to her quarters seemed to lose its appeal. Shower, tea, sleep… with nothing else to look forward to but the promise of another unfruitful day to come.
She turned sharply on her heel and down a different hall. One she did not recognize. Probably leading to the research division, if she recalled the layout of the compound correctly. Off-limits to pilots – the scientists insisted on keeping their work under close wraps – but Kuvanna didn’t think terribly highly of them either, considering they had yet to give her any satisfactory explanation regarding her ongoing battery issues, or even better, an actual solution.
A faint clatter off to the side startled her out of her murk of frustration.
For the first time, Kuvanna noticed a small storage room up ahead to her side. The door had slid open a crack, revealing a dim glow beyond.
A cleaning bot?
But this wasn’t on the standard cleaning bot circuit, and the bots didn’t need that much light to operate.
And… had that just been a man’s voice?
Annoyed, Kuvanna stepped forward, determined to fling the door open and give whoever it was a very thorough dressing down.
Only to freeze in place when she heard exactly what the man was saying.
“Mm, yeah, like that. That hot little snatch of yours is just about flooding. Been aching for cock all day long, hasn’t it, you filthy slut?”
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