#resfic

[valkresdarkside]

Windlifter/Blade lewd badly-written-on-a-whim lewd oneshot below

(heavily out of character, I wrote this bc I saw a cervical penetration doujin on pixiv and I was like heeeyyyyy I want to have Blade treated like that, too. And all the talk abt mounting Blade earlier added the spice 😭👍✨)

Blade groaned as he rolled into his hangar. He had been feeling weird since this morning, and with the context of what caused it, he was too shy to consult Maru about it.

He was in his heat cycle. And it's affecting his valve. Extremely.

He'd be fine if it were his shaft that was being affected, he could just rub himself against the mattress or any other stuff to release himself to deal with the hormones until the cycle is over. But with it being his valve, it means he needed something inside his feminine depth. He needed to be bred.

Whining, he shifted his fuselage, trying to shake off the discomfort in his secondary tank. Then he remembered that he had a dildo he accidentally bought years ago, kept shut in one of his drawers. The problem was that he'd need someone's help to insert it into his valve.

As if he'd ask for help with that.

***

It had been half an hour since the red chopper's first attempt to ride the dildo.

He tried every ways he could think of: sticking it onto the floor, to the wall, to his desk... And it's always either the dildo wasn't long enough to reach his panels or his tail boom getting in the way.

Now he was sticking it onto a box in the middle of the room, and it finally reached his rear panel before...

His fat ass bumped against the box, knocking the dildo down.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF CHRYSLER—" Blade growled. He was tired of the countless attempts, and the odd feeling in his fuselage wasn't helping. He was too focused on cursing the poor dildo and failed to notice the presence of a certain green Skycrane at his door.

"Do you need help?"

Blade stiffened before slowly turned around to meet Windlifter's gaze.

"...how long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Windlifter huffed in an amused way, with his usual straight face. Blade's face turned as red as his primary paint, wishing he could've just died on the spot so he wouldn't have to bear the shame.

They sat there in silence before Blade's rear parts screamed for attention again, earning a whine from the AgustaWestland. Windlifter raised an eyelid before rolling closer to the chief.

"Let me help you," the Sikorsky said in a calm tone before he stopped near Blade's tail boom.

"Windlifter, what are you—nngh..." Blade's words were cut off by a tongue licking his rear panel. He subconsciously lifted his tail to the touch. His logic told him to pull away, that this wasn't supposed to be happening, but his heat took over his head, letting his SIC tease the seams with his wet tongue.

"Open," the Sikorsky said with a commanding tone, and it turned Blade on even more.

Panels clicked and shifted, revealing the chief's pulsing valve. Windlifter could smell his heat due to a certain scent the hormones released. He lowered his nose even further, lapping the red helo's outer folds.

Blade moaned as the wet appendage made contact with his valve before making its way into the tunnel. It slithered along his walls and spread him open softly, teasing the sensitive nodes inside. He didn't care about the loud noises he made. It felt so good he could lose his mind anytime.

Tongue in, tongue out, and Blade whined as Windlifter pushed it onto a spot on the upper part of his valve. "M-more..." he begged as he was nearing his peak.

Windlifter hummed as he kept teasing the sensitive nodes. He wasn't planning to make the red helo cum by force. He did it slowly, making sure the chief would be able to feel every inches of his tongue, as he skillfully poked on every right spots, listening to Blade's sweet sounds in the process.

"Haa... Mmhh..." Blade slowly slumped on his landing gears, losing the strength to support his own weight. His moans got higher in pitch.

Then Windlifter pushed against a certain node and Blade screamed softly as waves of pleasure rushed out of him. The Sikorsky lapped against the folds, slurping the flowing liquid. Chrysler, he tasted so sweet.

Blade panted as the pent-up feeling had mostly went away. But his SIC wasn't done yet. He rolled forward, towering the fire chief and keeping him from rolling away. Not that Blade had the intention to, of course.

Panels clicked and shifted, and a tentacle-like spike revealed itself from the panel between the Skycrane's landing gears. Blade couldn't see it, and he could only guess what was happening as he felt something slithering along his rear.

"What's tha—aaAAAHHHH!!!!" Blade screamed as the thick spike made its way into his folds. It felt weird, in a good way. It has the hard metal texture of a normal dick, yet it was so...flexible? It was covered by ring-like details, which added as extra texture that teased Blade's insides. Blade moaned, having his nodes poked and pushed.

Then the shaft started moving in and out of him, dragging his inner walls along with it. Yes, it was painful. He was having his valve reshaped and pulled around, after all. But his hormones took over his thoughts, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"H-haaa..." Blade moaned as Windlifter's tentacle shaft rearranged his insides, his walls clamped and dragged along the rims. Sometimes it'd twitch and wiggle around, causing Blade to whimper and drool.

It was a weird feeling of pleasure, and he loved every second of it.

In contrast to Blade's constant cries and moans, Windlifter was mostly silent as he watched his chief's expressions. The shaking frame, the tears that flowed out as Windlifter used his tip to pound the AW's secondary tank, the occasional pleading-slash-pleasured look Blade would give to the Skycrane, the lip bites and soft gasps whenever he wiggles his cock in the red helo's depth... They were sinfully wonderful.

Then Blade gave Windlifter a desperate look as he lowered his nose and lifted his tail. Windlifter responded with a soft, yet dark and mischievous smile, before he penetrated Blade's secondary tank roughly with no warnings.

"K-khaa....hk..haaaaa..." Blade choked on the air. Something felt...odd.

The tip swirled before opening itself up, turning into petals-like shape that attached itself to the tank's entrance. Windlifter pounded Blade's insides roughly, causing both his walls and tank to get dragged along with his shaft.

Blade felt like he'd break. He stretched his rear landing gears to their limits as he raised his tail up, squirting liquids all over the floor as he hit his peak. His cries of ecstasy echoed in the hangar.

Then it was Windlifter's turn as he filled the fire chief's secondary tank, the petal-like anchor prevented his seed from leaking out. One way to make sure Blade won't fuck up his flight due to his heat cycle was, well, to get him pregnant.

And the Skycrane would make sure it'd get taken care of.

[valkyrieres]

(aight I just remembered that I have never done any intros/blog infos here to be pinned—)

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[valkresdarkside]

Ok more blade breeding au oneshot bc my new project won't let me draw lewds for a while (fuck animation istg) tw: rape, mindbreak

Blade gritted his teeth as the aphrodisiac started taking effect on his body. The pain on his rotor and landing gear slowly became numb, and his rear started getting wet in heat.

The Owner smirked as he explored Blade's shivering frame with his tentacles, causing Blade to bit his lower lip to hold back his moans. His valve cover was being teased, rubbed by the wet, slimy tentacles. His panels opened up involuntarily to the assault, revealing his soaked folds.

"H-haa..." Blade moaned as some smaller tentacles crept their way into his valve. It felt...weird. The tentacles effortlessly explored his walls, finding the sensitive nodes and tugged on them. His mind screamed, telling him to escape, but the lack of rotor blades and landing gears gave him no choice but to stay in his spot, letting the tentacles turn him into a shivering and moaning mess.

Then he cried out, eyes shot open, as a thick tentacle rammed its way into his folds without any warning.

"Hm, hm, this is perfect," the Owner hummed as he drove closer to observe Blade's rear. "Now let's see if you can handle more than this."

Blade screamed as more of the thick tentacles forced their ways into him. He had never felt so vulnerable. He couldn't even squirm nor roll away an inch. Verbal responses and his shaking body were the only things he could manage as the tentacles laid claim on his body.

"S-stop thiiiis...." he begged. The tentacles had spread his insides wider than what he thought was possible. The aphrodisiac actually worked and turned the pain into pleasure, and Blade got scared by the thought. He wasn't an object! He wasn't supposed to feel this way! But his body disobeyed him as his moans got higher in pitch, climax getting closer.

He didn't even realize that the Owner had already parked himself in front of him, smirking mischievously. He stopped as Blade was about to reach his peak and withdrew his tentacles, making the helo whine to the sudden emptiness in his tunnels.

"Raven," the Owner called to the tanker, "now's the time for your reward."

The KC-767 smirked and rolled closer. He parked himself right above Blade, towering the much smaller helo.

Blade heard the sounds of panels clicking and shifting. No, no, no, please don't, he begged silently as he felt a huge shaft's tip pressing against his valve, rubbing it with precum.

The Owner chuckled seeing Blade's pleading stare. No more angry stare, no more growls nor threats. Just a helpless helo that had already learned his place, and soon would be turned into a breeding stock.

"I want his tank's cover destroyed."

"Consider it done, my liege," the tanker smirked, positioning himself.

"No, no, no, please don't, it won't fi—mmmf!" Blade's pleads were silenced by a tentacle shoving itself into his mouth, pumping a huge amount of aphrodisiac into his throat. Blade gagged on the tentacle as Raven started pushing his shaft into his swollen valve, making his eye roll back from the pain-turned-pleasure.

Raven didn't take his time to let Blade adjust. He straight up plowed his member into the poor helo's depth, spreading it wide and cracked his outer panels. The tentacles kept Blade in his spot, preventing his body from getting stuck to, nor getting dragged by the huge spike.

Blade could only whimper with the tentacles in his throat, gagged sounds released themselves from his throat. He felt full. He felt impaled.

"I wanted to make your first products to look as similar to you as possible, but..." the Owner pulled the tentacle out of Blade's mouth, "seeing how you'd endure a huge Boeing's baby would be fun to see."

Blade's eyes shut themselves from both the pleasure and fear. He was scared of what other atrocious stuff they'd do to him, what they were turning himself into, and the fact that he was starting to enjoy the rough intercourses.

Raven was pounding his secondary tank's lid mercilessly, turning Blade into a moaning mess below his fuselage.

"S-slow dooownnnn.... Haa... I-I'm gonna break...." Blade pleaded, the pleasure was too much for him.

"That's the point, slut," Raven growled. "I'm gonna break your mind and body. Breeding stocks don't get to think nor speak, after all~"

Raven slammed his shaft, causing Blade's tank to break, letting the huge member break into his secondary tank.

Blade screamed. Even with the aphrodisiac, it hurt. But it hurt so good. He got overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure as he hit orgasm, exploding from both his shaft and valve. His eyes rolled back as Raven kept pounding into him even as he cummed, triggering every single sensitive nodes. It was all too much. Too much.

Then he stopped thinking and let himself be overtaken by pleasure.

Raven hit his climax not long after that, filling Blade's secondary tank with his seed, causing the helo's fuselage to bulge from the huge amount of semen. The tanker pulled its shaft out, causing his cum to flow out of Blade's swollen valve.

The Owner used a tentacle to plug his valve with a magnetic dildo, preventing more semen from dripping out. It'd be a waste, and he needed this helo pregnant.

He smirked at Blade's empty gaze, eyelids half open, his face had no signs of resistance left. They had successfully broken the fire chief's mind, turning him into a perfect breeding stock with nothing but sexual pleasure in his mind.

"Connect him to the machines. I want the product to be delivered within a month."

"Yes, sir!" Several forklifts and tugs saluted before they lifted Blade's spent body onto a trailer and took him away.

[valkresdarkside]

Human!reader/sentient diecast!Blade fic below

⚠️ NSFW, heavily ooc, size difference, foreplay ⚠️

You placed your Blade on your desk, rubbing his sides as you put several layers of fabric on the other side of the desk. Gently, you lifted him and put him down on the makeup bed, letting him get comfortable there as you kept rubbing his rotors and tail boom.

You trail your finger on his flank, tracing the seamline that circled his fuselage as you lower your head to pull him into a kiss. You whispered an "open" and he obeyed, letting you discover his mouth and throat with your tongue.

He tasted like how any metal would taste like, and there was hints of the acrylic paint's bitter taste. You might need to give him another quick repaint after this. You flicked his metallic tongue a bit before inserting your tongue deeper, listening to his held back moans as he gagged on your fleshy appendage.

You pulled away, letting him gasp for air. You stared at him in lust. Blade has always been beautiful, but having his much smaller version—only several inches longer than your palm—gasping and moaning under your control? That's a whole new level of sinful pleasure.

Blade was still panting for air when you slid your right hand's index finger along his tail—from the tail rotor to the tail boom—and gently pressed it against his valve panel's cover. He jolted as you drew circles with the tip of your finger, and lowered his front so you'd have an easier access to his panels.

"Good boy..." you praised him softly as you brought your other hand's thumb onto his lips to caress them. He caught your intention, opening his mouth to suck on your thumb.

You kept fiddling with his panels for a few minutes until it slid back as he moaned, revealing his valve. The slit was starting to get wet, but not enough for your liking to make sure it won't be painful for the little helo.

You pulled your thumb away, replacing it with your index as you lowered your head to lap at his slit.

"H-hnn," you heard him moan against your finger. He sounded as sweet as usual. You inserted your tongue into his tunnel, earning a gasp before you gagged him with your finger.

Again, your tongue met the same metallic taste—yet this time it tasted sweeter. You let him adjust, knowing that the extreme size difference might make a mere human tongue feels massive to him. At least the texture won't hurt him, you thought.

Once his breathing started to stabilize, you slowly moved your tongue and finger, imitating the movement of fucking. Blade gasped and moaned, and occasionally would bite your finger by accident. You'd sink your tongue deeper whenever it happen, earning loud moans from the red helo as his eyes rolled back from the pleasure. It lasted for around half an hour, with you switching your fingers to fuck his face.

You pulled out, earning a whine from him as he was so close to climax. Whispered to him to be patient, you repositioned him, now his rear facing your left hand. Your fingers were wet enough, and so was his valve.

Slowly, you pushed a finger inside. It lacked the girth compared to the tongue, but the hard and rough feeling caused Blade to whimper. Noticing this, you caressed his rotor blades with your other hand and waited for him to adjust.

Then you moved your hand. Hard.

Blade moaned as the more lengthy appendage ravaged his insides. The previously pent-up feeling from being tongued returned, and he closed his eyes to the pleasure.

You wiggled your finger inside, hooking it against his walls, pressing it against the nodes inside, earning various responses from the helo. His body would jolt and shudder, he'd move his rear to match your movements as his eyes rolled back, he'd scream your name as more of his love juices dripped onto the fabric.

But you weren't done with only one finger.

Blade practically mewled as you inserted another finger, eyes widen before shutting them as you scissored him.

His landing gears gave up, now fully folded up as you played with his hole. You'd ram against his cervix before spreading his tunnel, then you'd explore his walls to discover more sensitive nodes, and you'd stretch or fold your fingers to obtain more responses from him.

You loved watching him like this.

After several minutes, you felt him tighten around your finger. You moved your fingers faster and deeper, hitting his cervix mercilessly as you muttered praises to his audial node.

Then he hit his climax. Screaming your name, he squirted his nectar out of his valve, covering your hand and the fabric with it. Some bounced back to his tail and rear frame.

He was a mess. A lovely, sweet, hot, soaking mess.

And you'd never have it any other way, you thought as you kissed his shaking body.

[valkresdarkside]

Some nsfw drabbles I wrote while working, a build-up chapter for one of my Blewd ideas but the one getting lewded in this part is Dusty so beware 🙏

And for the terms here, I borrowed some TF fandom's terms and changed it slightly.

Coremate would be the equivalent of sparkmate in TF, where two sparks/cores are permanently connected through a special form of bond as a sign that they're having a committed romantic relationship. It allows two vehicles to send their feelings, thoughts, memories, etc through their bond, and they can block their own sides to prevent anything from their part to surge through the bond. Losing a coremate would cause intense pain for the partner, since their cores are practically one, and it often leads to death.

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It had been a week since Dusty had gone missing. Blade landed on the Lodge's helipad to meet a tired-looking Corsair.

"Any news?" the helo asked as he rolled closer. The warbird shook his front weakly. He hadn't slept at all since the ex-cropduster went missing in the middle of a race through the Atlantic ocean, searching for the air tractor without any rest. He's only here now because the Jolly Wrenches ensured him that they'd help with the search mission, and that consulting Dusty's coremate and other mentor—Blade Ranger—would be a good idea.

To be honest, Blade wasn't doing that well either. He couldn't get through his and Dusty's bond connection. Dusty got his side blocked and silenced as Blade kept sending pulses of concern, sadness, and questions of his whereabouts. It was like...

It was like Dusty didn't want to be found at all.

On the positive side, the bond was still there, which means that the air racer was still alive. That much, Blade can promise the Corsair.

Blade sat there as he nudged a can of oil towards the Corsair. "You need to eat."

Hesitantly, Skipper accepted the oil, only taking small sips as he felt sick in the stomach.

"I'll arrange for your stay until Dusty returns."

***

"You've got a mail!" Maru waved a sheet of paper when the fire chief rolled into the main hangar. Blade raised an eyelid. He barely knows anyone who'd send things to him, let alone personal mails.

Maybe it was from Dusty?

He rolled into his own quarters before opening the mail with his teeth.

"September 10th. 1800. 44.1374773, -124.1281372. Tell no one if you don't want the plane to get hurt."

***

Against his better judgement, Blade complied to the letter. He found himself landing near an old lighthouse, hours away from Piston Peak. He didn't tell anyone about this, even when he asked Windlifter to take his place in the command chain.

He pushed the lighthouse's door open.

"Ah, there you are."

A small Cessna was parking herself inside. She looked completely harmless, and there was no signs of Dusty.

"He's not here," she chuckled, as if she could read Blade's mind. "I'll take you to him."

She pushed a button on the wall and a door to the basement opened. She nudged Blade, telling him to go inside.

So he did.

After several minutes of rolling down the path, he was greeted by a sight that made his core ache and filled with rage.

Dusty was there, covered with scars and cuts. He had his left wing snapped off as his right one was heavily damaged. His eyes were shut in pain as a black AW101 was mounting him, forcing himself into the small plane's valve, while several other aircrafts nibbled and licked his damaged frame. Dusty's sobs and cries of pain echoed in the room.

Blade didn't think at all as he rammed his own body against the H155 who was licking Dusty's canopy.

"GET OFF MY PARTNER!" he roared.

Dusty's eyes snapped open in horror as he heard a voice he recognized. "Blade?! No, no, no, please, get out of here!"

Blade shot Dusty a confused look before stancing himself to ram against the AW101. "As if I'd leave you."

"They're after you! Please, just go!" Dusty begged as he opened his side of the bond. Blade's core skipped a beat as the connection was filled with overwhelming mixed pulses.

Then something hit him, pushing him back several meters, and he gasped as something heavy pushed him onto the ground. His landing gears snapped off due to the immense weight, and he hissed in pain. But his fight wasn't done yet, and he activated his rotor. The aircraft above him groaned in pain before they bit into the main rotor forcefully and ripped it off.

Blade's audial nodes could barely register Dusty's screams as they became filled with ringing noises. He slowly felt himself losing consciousness.

Not yet... Please... I need to save him...

Then the world turned pitch black.

***

Blade could hear pained sobs. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes blurry and audial nodes barely activated.

His gaze met Dusty's teary eyes. The airtractor was pinned under a Sea Stallion as the much bigger helo released his seed into the poor plane's valve, filling his hopper with the sticky liquid. His side of the bond was filled with pain and fear.

Blade tried to move, only to find that he's stuck there, without his landing gears nor rotor. He could only watch in terror helplessly as the bigger helo pulled himself out of his coremate's swollen valve, dripping as his hopper's capacity had long met its limit.

"Stop... this..." Blade hissed, his frames still hurting from the previous assault. "Don't hurt him..."

He attempted to soothe Dusty by sending comforting pulses through his bonds, trying to not let any negative feelings of his get through the connection.

Share some of your pain with me. Please.

Dusty stared at him hesitantly. Blade forced a smile, trying to act tough.

Then the pain hit him like a truck. He hissed as he could feel everything—the scrapes, the torn wings, the filled tank, the bruised valve...

He swore to himself that he'd kill every single vehicles that did this to his mate.

He kept sending reassurance through the bonds, and the effects started to get visible. The sobbing had quieted down. Dusty closed his eyes, not from the pain, but from the warmth that enveloped his core.

The Stallion seemed to notice this. He bit on Dusty's remaining wing—hard enough to receive responses from both captured aircrafts as Blade could feel it through the bond.

"Interesting..." he smirked mischievously. "You guys are bonded, huh?"

"None of your business," Blade snapped.

Chuckling, the Sea Stallion shook his front before smirking again. "Good, that just means I can use more methods to make you suffer, Blazin' Blade."

Blade glared at the nickname. This helo knows about him? "Don't you dare touch him."

"Oh, we may have a problem with that request. First, I've touched him, lots of times, both his outer panels and insides..." the Stallion hummed as he licked Dusty's shaking tail. "Second, he's a great toy and I might keep him for myself."

Dusty sobbed as the captor covered him with licks and bites. His body was visibly shaking with fear, and Blade couldn't do anything but trying to help him mentally through their connection.

Then the Stallion mounted Dusty again before forcing himself into the plane's valve, adding more bruises and scrapes in his tunnel.

Dusty cried. Blade hissed. Both felt the pain of having the helo's huge dick impaling the smaller plane's tanks. Dusty quickly blocked his side of the bond, not wanting to give the sadist what he wanted—Blade's pained reactions.

Blade gasped at the absence of the connection. "Don't—"

Dusty screamed as the previously lessened pain doubled, having no one to share the pain with. His eyes were shut, tears flowed out of his windshield.

"Stop it!" Blade begged, having enough of the sight. "I'll take his place, just, don't hurt him anymore!"

Then the Stallion stopped, his gaze piercing at Blade's desperate eyes. Dusty screamed "don't"s repeatedly below him, yet those pleads had gone unnoticed as the huge helo grinned, revealing his sharp teeth.

That was exactly what he wanted.

[valkresdarkside]

Hi yeah abt the prev blog, I made a short one and didn't bother rechecking the grammar lol

I'm insane when it comes to this helo istg

Warning: NSFW!!

Blade woke up with pain spreading across his body. His head felt like it was being split open, and he could do nothing but groaning and hissing.

Blinking his eyes, he tried to process his surroundings—trees, trees, and more trees—oh, and one of his rotor blades, snapped and lying on the ground, meters from his current position. Did he crash? Maybe he did, but he couldn't remember how and when.

Then he tried to process any sounds he could hear through the dizziness. Birds, the wind blowing through the trees, and his control panel...

Shit, he was running out of fuel. Judging by his current condition, maybe he was leaking somewhere? He wasn't sure.

He closed his eyes again, trying to activate his radio. Nothing. There was a few buzzing sounds, but they quickly turned into silence after a few seconds.

Is this how I die? Blade thought. Maybe he could finally see Nick in the afterlife. He'd tell the MD helo about what happened after the incident, how hard he trained to make up for his uselessness back then, about his teams, his trainees...

Nick would probably tease him about his current grumpiness, though.

As he finally made peace with the thought of dying, he heard sounds of rotor blades in a distance.

He quickly activated his all-frequency radio, sending SOS with morse code...

And he could saw the shadow of a helicopter hovering above him.

"Chrysler! What happened to you?" the unfamiliar helo gasped in shock. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here. May I have your name, sir?"

"Blade Ranger," Blade managed to cough out his own name.

"Okay, Blade. I'm Cougar, a Fire Hawk helicopter. I'm have some basic SAR equipments with me, so we'll make a quick emergency patch up for you before I lift you out of here. Sounds good?"

Blade made some "hmm" noises in agreement.

Cougar quickly worked on him, weird mechanical limbs appeared from his compartment. He quickly patched up and welded the leaking parts, sealing them.

"Okay, that'd keep you from leaking until we get to the closest repair station." Cougar huffed, feeling a bit proud of his handiwork. "Now about your fuel level... There's a problem. Your gas tank inlet is too damaged and blocked and I don't have any auxiliary fuel with me. Think you can last for another twenty minutes?"

Sighing, Blade did his best to talk. "The warning sign has been activated around twelve minutes before your arrival, so I don't think I can last for another 10."

"Shit, the closest gas station is at least 15 minutes from here," Cougar cursed before thinking hard.

"Hey, Blade?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you be fine if we do it in a more... unethical way?"

Raising an eyebrow, Blade gave him a questioning look before realization hit him. "Oh."

"It's fine if you don't want to. I'll find a way to get you refueled anyway."

"Do it."

Cougar blinked before asking the other firefighter a questioning look. "Are you sure?"

"I have a team to look out for, and pretty sure they'll throw everything into chaos if I'm not around." Yeah, the Smokejumpers are impossible to be left by themselves. He wasn't going to put the weight of commanding them onto Windlifter. The Skycrane would be too kind to keep them in check.

"If you say so." Cougar coughed awkwardly. "From where should I insert it?"

"Preferably not my throat. It's already hurting enough."

"Okay. The rear, then."

Cougar rolled around to face Blade's rear. The AgustaWestland was already laying on his side, so he could get an easy access to his valve cover.

He started kissing and licking the outer frame. His body was bigger than the AW, so he's going to make sure the interface would go as painless as possible.

And that means he'd need to get the red helo wet in less than ten minutes.

Blade made humming noises as he opened his cover, revealing his valve. Cougar quickly lapped on the slit, running his tongue along the soft metallic outer side before inserting his tongue.

Gasping, Blade closed his eyes to the sensation. It felt weird to be touched by a stranger, but damn, this helo knows his stuff. Cougar could easily find his weak spots with his tongue, hitting them whilst filling his insides with his thick tongue.

The pleasure easily numbed his pain, and he stopped caring about his throat, groaning loud as he felt an orgasm getting closer.

Right when Cougar felt Blade's inner walls tightening, he stopped.

"Blade, I might need to remind you that we're supposed to save your fuel. So I need you hold yourself back from cumming, got it? Or you can tell me if you've hit your limits, and I'll slow down."

"Understood. My apologies." Blade said, gasping for air.

Cougar nodded before continued working on Blade's now-wet valve. For the next two minutes, the air was filled by Blade's growls and groans, along with Cougar's licking and slurping. They stopped once Blade felt another orgasm coming, and Cougar deemed his valve wet enough to take his spike.

Cougar carefully rolled his front landing gear onto Blade, positioning his spike.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Blade unintentionally screamed/growled as he was penetrated from behind, all the numbed pain returning as he felt Cougar's bigger spike in his valve.

Cougar paused at his scream. "Blade, I would've loved to give you time to adjust, but we're racing against time here. I need you to endure it. Can you do that for me?"

Blade hissed before groaning, "Yes, don't worry about me."

Nodding, Cougar started moving his body slowly. Blade gritted his teeth, trying to relax his walls to reduce the pain. Above him, Cougar hummed. The AgustaWestland was surprisingly tight, even with the size differences. Maybe he was a virgin? Nah, not likely. He wouldn't have let a stranger penetrate him otherwise. Him not having sex in extremely long time would be a better explanation. Whatever it was, he's not in any place to question it.

Cougar picked up his pace, combining long, deep penetration with quick-paced thrusts. He needed to get the damaged helo his fuel quickly. This interface wasn't supposed to be something they enjoyed, it's supposed to be quick, even if it means not being enjoyable or painless.

Blade quickly adapted himself to the pain, since he had suffered worse in his firefighting accidents. He's now grunting and hissing in pleasure, feeling the bigger helo's spike spreading his insides, reaching the deepest spots. It took him his all to not cum, even with the overwhelming sensation running throughout his body.

His logic and instincts clashed. One side of him tried to kept himself thinking properly, keeping his body in check, while the other side is at the edge of succumbing to the pleasure of being fucked by such a huge spike after more than thirty years of abandonment, since Nick's death.

Cougar started feeling his orgasm getting closer, and the bad news was, so was Blade's. He could feel the red helo's walls clamping around him, pulsating and started leaking small amount of liquid.

"Blade... Keep your fuel... Inside you... Got it?" Cougar growled between moans as he started pounding into Blade mercilessly, racing against time and Blade's incoming orgasm.

"Easy for you...to say!" Blade snapped before groaning as his insides were torn open, sensitive nodes screaming, leaving him fighting back the urge to stop thinking and just cum all over the invader spike.

After a few minutes, Cougar finally pushed his member deep into Blade, releasing a huge amount of fuel, locking their frames together so none of it would get leaked out. Thankfully, most of the fuel instantly went into Blade's tank with how deep the penetration was.

Blade sighed in relief as the warning lights are gone. "Thank you for your assistance, Cougar," he managed to say while panting and gasping for air.

Cougar carefully climbed his front landing gear off Blade's body, closed the red helo's panels, and helped Blade getting onto his own landing gears.

"Sorry if I was too rough. We didn't exactly have time to lose," he apologized. He shook himself to clear his mind before hovering above Blade, releasing several cables that wrapped themselves around Blade's body.

"I don't think you should be flying while carrying another aircraft minutes after an intercourse, Cougar."

Cougar scoffed at that statement. "If a good orgasm is all it takes to stop me from flying, I wouldn't have joined the firefighters."

Smirking, Blade agreed to his statement.

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Posting these here bc I can't find most of them on my main hrgh apparently the content warning hides them from the tags 😒😤

Anyways,

Fics would be tagged as #resfic and art would be #resart 🙏

[valkresdarkside]

Okay, I'm addicted to sub!Blade so I'm making more chapters lol *evil laugh* *gets bonked by Blade*

"Cougar! How've you been, old chop?" Valkyrie greeted the other Firehawk cheerfully. Cougar was one of Valkyrie's seniors/trainers back in the training facility. Unlike Valkyrie who's a S-70i, Cougar is a S-70a, the earliest Firehawk model, closest to their Blackhawk DNAs. His smaller tank size also meant that he's shorter than Valkyrie, but his pure UH-60 DNA means he's as tough as an attack helicopter.

Cougar landed safely on the helipad before nudging Valkyrie's side, pretending to be annoyed. "Call me old again and I'll have you attend the firefighter exhibition," he scoffed. It was just an empty threat, but the femme would still take it seriously, to his amusement.

Valkyrie's jaw dropped before staring at him flatly. "You wouldn't dare. Plus my boss will be the one attending it, so there'd be no need for me to join," she said, ending the last sentence with a grin.

A familiar huff could be heard from her rear, and she turned around with a yelp. Blade was there, staring at her flatly. "Keep using me as a reason to run away from your problems and I'll have you attend—"

Blade paused his words once he recognized the male Firehawk.

"...Cougar?"

"Blade Ranger! So this is where you're stationed at, eh? Glad to see that you're still kickin'," Cougar laughed as he rolled closer to the AW-Bell hybrid.

Blade stared at him before turning his gaze at Valkyrie, then back to Cougar. Cougar was Valkyrie's mentor?? He knew the world was small but not this small, for the love of Chrysler.

Valkyrie stared at both male choppers confusedly. "....you two know each other?"

Cougar smirked. Oh, Blade doesn't like this sign.

"Well, not really, but we had a funny emergency rescue session once."

Blade could only shift his gaze away, begging to Chrysler so Valkyrie wouldn't understand what he meant.

And thankfully she didn't. She only tilted her body and rotors in confusion, giving Blade her usual questioning look. Curse this femme's cluelessness. Blade didn't know how to answer that curious gaze of hers.

"Remember when I was flying to Arizona and crashed, and you had to escort me from the service center?"

"Yes," Valkyrie replied shortly, still confused.

"I was leaking oil throughout my body. Cougar assisted me."

"How? He doesn't have any fuel transfer pi...oh Chrysler." Valkyrie's jaw dropped in realization before turning to her mentor. "You have a shaft installed???"

Cougar grinned widely. "I did! Can't show you here, though. The Naturals think it's unorthodox to reveal them to others—see?"

Blade was already rolling forward to stand possessively in front of Valkyrie, giving Cougar his death glare.

The sudden act caught Valkyrie off guard and made her blush. That was probably the first time Blade showed an obvious sign of jealousy.

"I don't think it's ethical for a mentor to show his trainee some private stuff," Blade growled.

"C'mon, Ranger. It's artificial, not a natural one! Vehicles built and touched it with their tires and wings! Oh, don't tell me... you're scared Valkyrie would enjoy it the way you did back then?"

That teasing crossed the line for Blade, his rotor blades now spinning in aggressiveness.

Sensing the tension between the two helicopters, Valkyrie rolled away from Blade's rear, putting herself between them. "Ooookay, that's it, choppies. No fighting in the base. Cougar, stop teasing him before he bans you off the base. Blade, I would say something but I'm fairly sure it's indecent to say it here."

Cougar chuckled. "My bad. He's protective towards his team, I see."

Valkyrie shifted her gaze awkwardly. "Well, actually..." she paused, glancing at Blade, asking for his approval. She knew he probably wanted to keep it a secret.

Blade sighed, trying to regain his composure. "She's my partner," Blade said with a possessive hint in his voice, leaning his body against Valkyrie's.

Cougar's jaw dropped. He stared at Valkyrie, who blushed as red as her secondary paintjob as she nodded.

"So you're saying," he said with eyes closed, trying to process the whole situation. "My trainee here has a partner, and I fucked him????"

"Okay now you just made it sound even weirder!" Valkyrie said hysterically.

"Damn, I was looking forward for more," Cougar said with a disappointed expression.

Blade stared at the two Firehawks in disbelief before slowly rolling in reverse. Are Built helos all insane like them? Maybe spending too much time inside a closed facility messed them up? Probably.

He halted when Cougar asked if Valkyrie had any mating organs installed, since she has Blade as a partner.

"Well," Valkyrie said hesitatingly, "the other trainers did say that we're forbidden to get mentally attached to others. And intercourses would lead us into a more intimate stage, so I wasn't planning on getting any. I don't want Blade to go through another grieving stage, too."

Cougar stared at both her and Blade. He finally understood why they used the term "partner". Not "boyfriend" nor "girlfriend" or whatever terms Valkyrie loved when she read through Heron's books. "Partner" was a term she'd use for someone she trusts the most, while having enough mental and physical distance.

"If Blade's the one you're concerned about," Cougar said as he nuzzled her side, a soft smile plastered on his face, "then just make sure you'll keep on surviving, and you'd come home to him."

"But they said—"

"We're the ones getting thrown at death's door whenever there's dangerous situations. I know, you crashed because of it."

Valkyrie nodded his front slowly. Blade parked next to her, nuzzling her side gently. Valkyrie leaned against him, careful to not put too much of her weight on him. Cougar watched them with a warm smile.

"Telling death to fuck itself off and coming home to him would be worth it, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, yeah it would."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Cougar tapped her side with his front landing gear. "Both of you were equally stubborn in the face of death, and here you are."

Blade raised an eyelid at that statement. "How do you—oh wait, nevermind."

"Yeah, you got a stranger to fuck you to save your aft."

"Chrysler, please just kill me."

"Was he tight?" Valkyrie chirped enthusiastically.

"Oh, yes, he was. You should consider getting both a valve and a shaft. He's one of the best stuff I've ever felt in years."

Blade was already blushing like crazy. He groaned and rolled away from the Firehawks to save any remaining pride he still had.

Then his eyes met Maru's grinning face. The forklift was probably eavesdropping on their conversation, but Blade wasn't sure how much did he hear.

"You never told me you had a sex partner," the blue pittie chuckled teasingly.

"I'm going to throw you off the falls if you dare tell anyone about this," he hissed warningly, "plus it was only a one-time thing."

"Heh," Maru shrugged. "At least the size difference explained the dents on your rear back then."

Blade's jaw dropped at that statement.

***

"Is it okay if I have a look at Cougar's shaft tomorrow?"

Blade stared at Valkyrie in shock. They were just cuddling as usual before she dropped a bomb in the form of an odd question.

"W-wait, wait, wait. Why?" Blade stuttered.

"I think I'm gonna get my parts installed, and I just wanna see the real thing before making the final decision." She quickly added, "I won't do anything other than seeing it, so don't worry!"

Blade tried to regain his composure before realizing something. "So, you're fine with us being closer?"

Valkyrie nodded her front. Blade nuzzled her lovingly. They were both scared of having a committed relationship, but he would be lying if he said he never wanted to try having one with her, and vice versa.

"On one condition," Blade said as he pulled away. "I'll be with you two in the room."

Raising an eyelid, Valkyrie gave Blade a questioning look. "You sure? I thought Naturals hated the idea of seeing others' private parts?"

Blade bit his bottom lip. "As he said, it's just an artificial one. I'll just think of it as an equipment or something like that. Plus I've seen it myself anyway."

Valkyrie chuckled before she nudged Blade teasingly on his side. "I don't know if you're jealous or you just miss having Cougar's shaft in you."

Mouth gaping, Blade tried to form a proper sentence. He ended up stuttering and giving her an annoyed expression instead.

Valkyrie laughed before she kissed Blade's side. "I wonder if your expressions and voices are as wonderful as the ones I read in the books."

Blade hummed. "Since you're planning on taking our relationship to the next level," he paused as he licked the seams on Valkyrie's left side, gaining a squeak from the bigger helo. "Why don't you find out by yourself?"

"I don't know, I've only read this kind of stuff in books..." she said shyly.

Chuckling, Blade stopped his teasings and parked himself next to her. "Okay, I'm going to add that to your learning plan. Now get some rest, we've got plans for tomorrow."

***

"Whoa," Valkyrie had her mouth gaping as Cougar opened his shaft's compartment. It was much bigger than Blade's (from what she remembered). The silver part had shiny red highlights along and around it.

"It hardens both naturally and on command, so it's pretty convenient," Cougar explained. "And it hasn't caused any heat cycles nor hormonal issues this far, which is great."

Blade was shifting awkwardly on his landing gears while both Firehawks were chatting. Seeing others' private parts casually always felt weird, and having his PARTNER staring at it like an experiment subject felt weirder.

And he remembered how good it was to be pounded by that girthy shaft.

"...ade? Blade?"

Blade blinked and shook his body. Valkyrie was staring at him. "Oh, uh, yes? Sorry, I wasn't listening."

Cougar smirked. "We wanted to ask you if you'd help her with something, and judging by your actions, I think you're ready for it."

Blade raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"You know how she found out about these stuff through books, don't you?" Cougar said as he slowly rolled closer towards the AgustaWestland. "Never watched nor seen any videos, never listened to voice recordings..."

Blade nodded as he held his breathing when the male Firehawk stopped in front of him.

"Wanna show her how this stuff work? I need someone on the receiving end so I can show her how my shaft works." Cougar rolled closer again, whispering next to Blade's audial node, "I noticed you staring at it earlier. Missed having this big boy in you, don't you?"

Blade accidentally let out a whimper as Cougar teased his windows seams with his tongue. The red helo stared at his partner, who was blushing deeply while watching them.

Blade kept making soft sounds as Cougar trailed his sides with kisses and licks, until he stopped at his tail boom.

And he moaned as the Firehawk lapped at his valve cover.

"Open up."

Blade obeyed. The panels shifted to uncover a wet, glistening slit.

Cougar made a motion with his front, telling Valkyrie to park close to him. So she did, and stared at the private part in fascination.

"So this is a valve..." she muttered in awe. "Blade, you're so beautiful...and wet."

The compliment made Blade's walls throb in need. He never thought he'd hear such lewd words coming out of the innocent Firehawk.

Cougar smirked. "Okay, now, before you penetrate his valve, you'd need to get it ready for your length. Especially since we're bigger than him. Last time I fucked him, I could barely fit my whole length in him."

Valkyrie hummed. She had read this part in the books. "So, tongue time?"

Chuckling, Cougar nodded. "Yep, tongue time. There are nodes inside that would get activated when they're touched. Let me show you."

Cougar lapped on the outer slit, gaining a hum from Blade. He gathered the already leaked fluids before sneaking his tongue into the slit.

"H-haa," Blade moaned. Unlike months ago, Cougar started by being slow, not having to race against time. His big tongue brushed and pressed against several sensitive nodes, causing him to raise his tail involuntarily.

Valkyrie watched how Blade shivered and jolted to her mentor's touched. The books were right, it was an undescribable sight. Watching Blade's usually-stiff body trembling and shifting in pleasure, listening to his moans, hearing how his engines roared whenever Cougar poked on a node... It felt unreal. She had always find Blade hot, but this side of him made him look much hotter.

She slowly licked the seams near his tail boom. Blade moaned loudly to the additional touch.

"V-Val..."

Chrysler, hearing him whimpering her name made her body felt like overheating.

Cougar started tonguefucking him. Hard. Blade's moans started getting higher in pitch as he got closer to his peak. Then he stopped abruptly, making Blade whimper to the absence of the warm appendage.

"Since he could barely take on my length last time, I'm gonna make sure he'll be soaked enough. His fluids would serve as a natural lubricant," Cougar smirked as he pretended to explain something important.

Blade groaned in distress. He was so fucking close, and Cougar decided to give another explanation. He was sure it was intentional, and his vocal chords made some needy sounds, begging for more.

Valkyrie stared at Blade's shaking rear before tilting her rotors amusedly. "You're just blueballing him at this point."

Cougar made a "heh" sound. "It's more fun when your cocksleeve starts begging needingly."

"Evil, but interesting," Valkyrie chuckled.

"Don't... teach her... unimportant stuff," Blade growled between pantings.

Cougar rolled his eyes. "Your man is one hell of a tough shell, 412," he muttered before licking Blade's outer folds. "Well, I can't give him his beloved shaft if he won't ask for it..."

Blade moaned loudly as Cougar started tonguefucking him again.

And just like earlier, he stopped before Blade could cum. He kept doing it several times to the point Blade started feeling desperate.

"H-haa... Cougar, please..."

"Hmm? What is it, Ranger?" Cougar asked slyly with a smirk in his voice.

"Please let me cum..." Blade begged. He didn't care about anything else anymore.

Cougar started ravaging Blade's insides faster and rougher. Blade moaned uncontrollably as he moved his rear to ride the bigger chopper's tongue.

"Cougar, please! Please, I need it..." Blade moaned as he got closer to his peak.

"Hold," Cougar commanded between his ravages as he focused on hitting every single nodes his tongue could reach.

Blade started shaking on his landing gears, begging and pleading to be allowed to release the pent-up fluids. Cougar motioned to Valkyrie with his eyes, telling her to park herself in front of Blade. Valkyrie complied and rolled to Blade's front, having the sight of her partner moaning and drooling in pleasure.

"And that's what happens when you hit the right nodes." Cougar said between slurps and licks. "Now cum, Ranger."

Blade cried out as he came into Cougar's mouth, eyes rolled back and tongue hung out as electric surges hit him hard. His shaft compartment clicked open, dick popping out and cumming onto the hangar floor.

Valkyrie rolled forward, kissing and nuzzling his nosecone. "You're so beautiful," she praised softly. Blade hummed under the soft kisses.

"Oi, oi, we don't want him calmed down yet. Now c'mere. It's time for the next step," Cougar called as he rolled his front landing gears on top of Blade, earning a yelp from the red helo. The weight differences managed to lock Blade on the spot, even with the water tank off. The extended landing gears kept him in place by his sides as Cougar teased his soaking valve with the shaft's tip.

Blade whimpered. He kind of wished Cougar would do him quick and merciless, just like their first intercourse. The Firehawk was enjoying torturing the poor AgustaWestland, taking his sweet time to soak his shaft with Blade's dripping fluids.

"Just fuck me already," Blade hissed.

"Then be a good boy and beg," Cougar smirked as he pressed his tip against the silky folds. "Who's my little cocksleeve, hmm~?"

"I-I am..." Blade pressed his nose down, retracting his front landing gear halfway as he felt the shaft's tip splitting his outer slit apart. "Please, Cougar... I need you inside me..."

Cougar pressed his shaft into the needy valve, splitting it open as Blade screamed in ecstasy and pain.

Valkyrie watched as Cougar halted halfway before pushing his cock deeper. Blade was already a trembling mess, panting and gasping with the huge shaft rearranging his insides. It had been months since their "emergency intercourse", and Cougar's shaft felt more girthy at the moment.

Cougar started moving his landing gears, trying to find a rhythm. His shaft pulled Blade's outer folds with it, in and out, pounding sweet moans out of the red helo's mouth.

"So tight..." Cougar moaned. He didn't have time to savor the pleasure properly back then, making him taking his time to feel those silky walls properly this time. He started moving faster and harder, pounding the plug that connected Blade's inner valve with the secondary fuel tanks. He was dead set on getting the red helo's guts rearranged, making him the perfect cocksleeve for any Firehawk's artificial shafts.

Blade mewled and moaned, groaned and whimpered, as the huge dick ravaged his insides, triggering every single sensitive nodes. His fluids made his walls slicker, making it easier for Cougar to reach the deepest spots. He felt full, valve spread to its limits, sensitive inner plug pounded.

He screamed as the plug gave into the harsh treatment and retracted, letting the shaft's tip to break into the tank.

Cougar growled as he felt the new level of tightness, realizing what just happened. He went full breeding mode, impaling the tank with his length.

Blade's landing gears gave up and folded under him as he felt his insides cracked open. He screamed in pleasure as he hit his climax; mouth gaping, tongue hanging, and eyes rolled back. His walls shudder and clamped around the Firehawk's shaft, causing Cougar to explode inside of the secondary tank.

They stayed connected for a good few minutes before Cougar rolled in reverse to get off the red helo's body. Liquid and oil splurted out of the loose slit, causing a mess on the hangar's floor.

"Wow, I think you killed him," Valkyrie chuckled.

Shit, Cougar completely forgot that he was supposed to teach his trainee about this, not breeding her partner's tanks! He sighed and stared at the AgustaWestland, who passed out from the overwhelming sensation and overstimulation. "I'm gonna take a shower. Mind staying with him until he wakes up?"

"I was planning to, don't worry about it."

"Good," Cougar sighed as he retracted his shaft and rolled out of the hangar's door. "Tell him I apologize for the rough treatment. And get him some pills, just in case."

Once the doors were closed, Valkyrie parked herself next to Blade. She used her hoist to pull him close, cuddling him, while muttering praises to his audial node.

Hi yeah abt the prev blog, I made a short one and didn't bother rechecking the grammar lol

I'm insane when it comes to this helo istg

Warning: NSFW!!

Blade woke up with pain spreading across his body. His head felt like it was being split open, and he could do nothing but groaning and hissing.

Blinking his eyes, he tried to process his surroundings—trees, trees, and more trees—oh, and one of his rotor blades, snapped and lying on the ground, meters from his current position. Did he crash? Maybe he did, but he couldn't remember how and when.

Then he tried to process any sounds he could hear through the dizziness. Birds, the wind blowing through the trees, and his control panel...

Shit, he was running out of fuel. Judging by his current condition, maybe he was leaking somewhere? He wasn't sure.

He closed his eyes again, trying to activate his radio. Nothing. There was a few buzzing sounds, but they quickly turned into silence after a few seconds.

Is this how I die? Blade thought. Maybe he could finally see Nick in the afterlife. He'd tell the MD helo about what happened after the incident, how hard he trained to make up for his uselessness back then, about his teams, his trainees...

Nick would probably tease him about his current grumpiness, though.

As he finally made peace with the thought of dying, he heard sounds of rotor blades in a distance.

He quickly activated his all-frequency radio, sending SOS with morse code...

And he could saw the shadow of a helicopter hovering above him.

"Chrysler! What happened to you?" the unfamiliar helo gasped in shock. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here. May I have your name, sir?"

"Blade Ranger," Blade managed to cough out his own name.

"Okay, Blade. I'm Cougar, a Fire Hawk helicopter. I'm have some basic SAR equipments with me, so we'll make a quick emergency patch up for you before I lift you out of here. Sounds good?"

Blade made some "hmm" noises in agreement.

Cougar quickly worked on him, weird mechanical limbs appeared from his compartment. He quickly patched up and welded the leaking parts, sealing them.

"Okay, that'd keep you from leaking until we get to the closest repair station." Cougar huffed, feeling a bit proud of his handiwork. "Now about your fuel level... There's a problem. Your gas tank inlet is too damaged and blocked and I don't have any auxiliary fuel with me. Think you can last for another twenty minutes?"

Sighing, Blade did his best to talk. "The warning sign has been activated around twelve minutes before your arrival, so I don't think I can last for another 10."

"Shit, the closest gas station is at least 15 minutes from here," Cougar cursed before thinking hard.

"Hey, Blade?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you be fine if we do it in a more... unethical way?"

Raising an eyebrow, Blade gave him a questioning look before realization hit him. "Oh."

"It's fine if you don't want to. I'll find a way to get you refueled anyway."

"Do it."

Cougar blinked before asking the other firefighter a questioning look. "Are you sure?"

"I have a team to look out for, and pretty sure they'll throw everything into chaos if I'm not around." Yeah, the Smokejumpers are impossible to be left by themselves. He wasn't going to put the weight of commanding them onto Windlifter. The Skycrane would be too kind to keep them in check.

"If you say so." Cougar coughed awkwardly. "From where should I insert it?"

"Preferably not my throat. It's already hurting enough."

"Okay. The rear, then."

Cougar rolled around to face Blade's rear. The AgustaWestland was already laying on his side, so he could get an easy access to his valve cover.

He started kissing and licking the outer frame. His body was bigger than the AW, so he's going to make sure the interface would go as painless as possible.

And that means he'd need to get the red helo wet in less than ten minutes.

Blade made humming noises as he opened his cover, revealing his valve. Cougar quickly lapped on the slit, running his tongue along the soft metallic outer side before inserting his tongue.

Gasping, Blade closed his eyes to the sensation. It felt weird to be touched by a stranger, but damn, this helo knows his stuff. Cougar could easily find his weak spots with his tongue, hitting them whilst filling his insides with his thick tongue.

The pleasure easily numbed his pain, and he stopped caring about his throat, groaning loud as he felt an orgasm getting closer.

Right when Cougar felt Blade's inner walls tightening, he stopped.

"Blade, I might need to remind you that we're supposed to save your fuel. So I need you hold yourself back from cumming, got it? Or you can tell me if you've hit your limits, and I'll slow down."

"Understood. My apologies." Blade said, gasping for air.

Cougar nodded before continued working on Blade's now-wet valve. For the next two minutes, the air was filled by Blade's growls and groans, along with Cougar's licking and slurping. They stopped once Blade felt another orgasm coming, and Cougar deemed his valve wet enough to take his spike.

Cougar carefully rolled his front landing gear onto Blade, positioning his spike.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Blade unintentionally screamed/growled as he was penetrated from behind, all the numbed pain returning as he felt Cougar's bigger spike in his valve.

Cougar paused at his scream. "Blade, I would've loved to give you time to adjust, but we're racing against time here. I need you to endure it. Can you do that for me?"

Blade hissed before groaning, "Yes, don't worry about me."

Nodding, Cougar started moving his body slowly. Blade gritted his teeth, trying to relax his walls to reduce the pain. Above him, Cougar hummed. The AgustaWestland was surprisingly tight, even with the size differences. Maybe he was a virgin? Nah, not likely. He wouldn't have let a stranger penetrate him otherwise. Him not having sex in extremely long time would be a better explanation. Whatever it was, he's not in any place to question it.

Cougar picked up his pace, combining long, deep penetration with quick-paced thrusts. He needed to get the damaged helo his fuel quickly. This interface wasn't supposed to be something they enjoyed, it's supposed to be quick, even if it means not being enjoyable or painless.

Blade quickly adapted himself to the pain, since he had suffered worse in his firefighting accidents. He's now grunting and hissing in pleasure, feeling the bigger helo's spike spreading his insides, reaching the deepest spots. It took him his all to not cum, even with the overwhelming sensation running throughout his body.

His logic and instincts clashed. One side of him tried to kept himself thinking properly, keeping his body in check, while the other side is at the edge of succumbing to the pleasure of being fucked by such a huge spike after more than thirty years of abandonment, since Nick's death.

Cougar started feeling his orgasm getting closer, and the bad news was, so was Blade's. He could feel the red helo's walls clamping around him, pulsating and started leaking small amount of liquid.

"Blade... Keep your fuel... Inside you... Got it?" Cougar growled between moans as he started pounding into Blade mercilessly, racing against time and Blade's incoming orgasm.

"Easy for you...to say!" Blade snapped before groaning as his insides were torn open, sensitive nodes screaming, leaving him fighting back the urge to stop thinking and just cum all over the invader spike.

After a few minutes, Cougar finally pushed his member deep into Blade, releasing a huge amount of fuel, locking their frames together so none of it would get leaked out. Thankfully, most of the fuel instantly went into Blade's tank with how deep the penetration was.

Blade sighed in relief as the warning lights are gone. "Thank you for your assistance, Cougar," he managed to say while panting and gasping for air.

Cougar carefully climbed his front landing gear off Blade's body, closed the red helo's panels, and helped Blade getting onto his own landing gears.

"Sorry if I was too rough. We didn't exactly have time to lose," he apologized. He shook himself to clear his mind before hovering above Blade, releasing several cables that wrapped themselves around Blade's body.

"I don't think you should be flying while carrying another aircraft minutes after an intercourse, Cougar."

Cougar scoffed at that statement. "If a good orgasm is all it takes to stop me from flying, I wouldn't have joined the firefighters."

Smirking, Blade agreed to his statement.