Now Boarding

Now Boarding

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Preface: this is another Dire Machine fic focused on mawplay, so it will be a little strange. All the same, I hope you enjoy.

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Alexander had never known a time when the machines of Earth weren't living, breathing beings of their own. The time before the 'Calamity', as they called it. He was alive then, but he was only a child, too young to remember anything.

So unlike some who used to call his town home, he had never feared or hated the Dire Machines. They were bizarre, alien, familiar yet totally unusual, taking the guise of machines once designed and built by humans, but internally, had become something more, after their nanomachine colonies overtook their shells and gave birth to something new.

They thought in strange ways, not totally dissimilar to humans, but quite distinct all the same. They were simple, crude little smart cars, they were fearsome jet fighters, they were mighty warships.

Their 'fangs' grew back, internal weapons 'regrowing' if removed, disarmed weapons repairing themselves. As long as enough remained of the machine, it would return almost as it was, just as some strange new creature.

Every single one of them was the friendliest and most genuine sort of person he'd ever met. Ravenous with a desire to learn, always delighted by pleasant company, and eager to share stories of their own. They may have rightly hated the humanist movements, but anyone who accepted them, they embraced in return merrily. Sometimes quite literally, owing to the many tentacular mechadendrites they sported, providing them with the means to manipulate the world around them without a humanoid body.

Such was Alex's exposure to these machines as friendly and generous people, he eventually got a job as an assistant maintainer at the local airport.

Even now, Dire Machines needed maintenance, though for them, when their nanites couldn't quite do it, it was more like a doctor's appointment.

Some of them seemed to do it just for the company, since they equated rooting around beneath their panels as much the same as getting beneath one's skin, so it wasn't necessarily something oddly pleasant to them.

Still, he'd gotten to know many Dire Machines in his time at the airport, and they him.

One in particular was particularly close to him.

He heard her coming, her turbofans issuing their characteristic whining scream, followed by the harsh squeaking of rubber wheels on tarmac as she landed.

The C-390 Millennium slowly came to a stop, the green paint along the top sides of the fuselage glinting in the sunlight, the grey underbelly darkened by the tarmac's reflection, sporting the colours of the old Brazilian Air Force.

She herself was not what any could consider 'active service' anymore. She worked as a courier craft, carrying freight to and from large transit centres and more remote communities.

The town he lived in was no city, but it was hardly a 'remote community', the airport he worked at more than capable of accommodating planes much larger than her.

She slowly wheeled off the runway, making her way over to the hangar he was waiting at, her turbofans still whining.

Even now, it was strange seeing something like her; the design was familiar, at least as far as he learned from pictures and videos from the decades before the Calamity. A transport plane with over-mounted wings and two turbofan jet engines close to the wing roots. There was nothing else particularly special about it.

But where the cockpit should've been, all he saw were the front canopy panels overtaken by biomechanical eyes, almost bestial in nature, giving him a sideways glance, the rest of the panels opaque with a grey film beneath.

Below her 'nose', the front landing gear was deployed, but directly in front of it was a slightly pursed maw, claiming the frontal hatches for the forward landing gear. Behind strange 'lips' of metal, were rather large teeth, almost shark-like in their shape, though hardly as numerous as what sharks sported.

He didn't get a good glimpse as she pulled into the hangar, but he knew of the slippery, silvery tongue within.

The hangar was just large enough for her to enter, her engines finally turning off and winding down, allowing Alex to take off his ear-pro, though his yellow high-vis jacket remained on, as was company policy, along with the navy blue uniform shirt beneath, the long, thick light-grey work pants, and the heavy duty black work boots.

"Hey, Ana," Alex greeted warmly as he walked up to the large Dire Machine with a smile.

Her mouth twisted into a grin of her own, the biometal corruption of her outer shell affording limited flexibility to help them with these expressions.

It also made them strangely warm to the touch.

"Hey, Alex~" she answered in return, almost playfully, slithering a mechadendrite from somewhere above to ruffle his short black hair.

He laughed, and stood before her; compared to some other planes of her role, she wasn't that big. But still, she loomed large, and had an impressive presence that he appreciated.

Of course, his eyes kept glancing down at her mouth... something about it was fascinating.

"What can I do for you this time, Ana?"

"I'd like for you to check around my landing gear wells. See if there's anything caught in them I haven't noticed," she asked.

He nodded, and got to work, starting with the front landing gear first.

By all measures, she could've easily checked herself, since Dire Machines had all sorts of Mechadendrites, including ones tipped with cameras. It let them see in places they otherwise wouldn't be able to poke their faces into. Or usually, around their bulk if they didn't have integrated optics to see their blindspots.

But Ana liked his company. And his scrawny frame did make it easy to slip into confined spaces when necessary.

He flipped a torch in his hand and turned it on, shining it into the cavity of the landing gear well, making sure to observe every nook and cranny.

It was clear to anyone the extent of the biometallic conversion of these beings; though the landing gear itself seemed largely normal, as did the hatches, the inner surfaces of the well were warped and covered by organic growths, grey or silver in colour, seemingly moist, and occasionally pulsing like a heartbeat.

But its synthetic nature was evident in the way the twisting 'veins' often looked like cables and conduits in texture, and often merged with existing wiring. More than that, the smooth nature of it, and its colour, really sold the idea that it was some sort of biomechanical phenomena.

He could also just see into her mouth from behind, a rather strange angle, but it wasn't a clear view, an opaque and flexible membrane growing across the space to divide the landing gear well from her maw, though when the landing gear needed to raise, that membrane would flex and allow room, sporting gaps - of which one Alex was currently looking through - to aid with this.

It was all very strange and surreal, and yet he found it fascinating.

He still took lingering glances at her mouth... wondering what it was like in there, if he ever had to do anything remotely similar to 'dental work' or something like that.

He shook his head to dismiss those thoughts, and crawled out from her frontal well, careful not to touch anything he didn't need to.

She didn't mind her fuselage getting touched, but Dires could be funny about internals.

As he walked to the rear landing gear, built into bulging cowlings on the sides of her underbelly, just below the wings, he felt the stare of one of her cameras tracking him, the observing tentacular eye shadowing him, as she usually did.

It wasn't rude, not for Dires. They had a means of always keeping their attention on whoever they were with, so they did. They only ever stopped if said person did find it uncomfortable.

Dire Machines could be intrusive, but they were nothing if not polite when someone made their boundaries clear.

He ducked low, and spotted his reflection in a particularly polished section of landing gear hydraulic, showing his olive-toned skin looking a little dusty here and there, blue eyes staring back at him, if rather warped by the curvature of the piston.

He smirked, and twisted around to get a good look into the wheel well, observing yet more strange, biomechanical growth permeating the very being of her airframe.

It was still a little strange, even for someone who had grown up around Dire Machines, to make that shift from thinking of their innards as just nuts and bolts and several hundred kilometers of wiring and cabling, to thinking of their innards as... well, innards. Their organs, their skeletons, their veins.

He was just seeing into the openings, nothing deeper or more invasive than that. Still, it filled him with a strange feeling, being inside of her.

It made some other thoughts fill his head again, thinking back on that smile of hers... so large, so predatory, and yet so pleasant.

He left that well, and checked on the last one, finding nothing out of the ordinary there either.

He decided to make a round of examination, walking about her to see if there was anything else that might've been a concern, though as he suspected, there was nothing.

Ana probably just wanted to talk to him again.

He walked back to her front, and placed his torch down on a toolbox against the back wall, wringing his hands and smiling up at Ana.

"Nothing unusual that I could see," he said.

"Really? I could've sworn I felt something rattling around in one of them," she said, feigning ignorance.

Alex gave her a lopsided smirk.

"Ana, I know you don't have anything wrong with you," he accused in good fun. "You just wanted an excuse to talk to me."

Her toothy smile broadened.

"Anything to visit my favourite mechanic," she joked.

"You could just come to visit, it's not like you have to show up as a job," he said, moving to find a chair and sit himself down upon it, crossing his legs as he sat before her.

"True, but I do like doing it this way," she admitted. "I don't know why. It seems more fun."

"I don't see how, but I can't say I'm upset with it," he admitted himself. "It's always nice when you turn up."

"Aww, thank you~" she said happily, her frame twisting just slightly to give the sense of an appreciative head tilt.

"So, what have you been up to?" he asked.

At this, she sighed in exasperation.

"Truthfully, I wish I wasn't; my last job was to deliver medical supplies to an isolated village somewhere in Columbia. Unfortunately, that village was full on humanist. Couldn't do an airdrop, so had to land at the airfield. It was suitable, but... I did not like being there. The villagers turned up, some of them had rocks in their hand. I think they would've thrown them if not for the pallets of supplies my team were unloading from my hold."

Alex frowned in sympathy, reaching out to grab a wayward dendrite and hold it tightly. The silvery tendril curled around his hand in turn.

"Sounds awful," he said.

"It was. I didn't do anything to them, but I could see the hate in their eyes, just wanting me gone, or worse, even as I was bringing medical supplies to them. I wish they didn't hate so easily," she continued.

Humanists could be a terrible lot; whilst most were just highly prejudiced against Dire Machines, and some took that to great extremes by shunning all advanced technologies - of which most were too small to even facilitate machine apotheosis, as he had heard it called before - there were those groups that took their hate to more direct and violent ends; bombings and kidnappings were particular 'favourites' of such groups, out to 'reclaim the world from the invader machines'.

Given that, after the period immediately post-calamity, the world was at its most peaceful in all its history, he figured the 'invader machines' were a blessing.

After all, it's hard to wage war when your logistics decides to be conscientious objectors. And all your war machines.

In fact, there was a lot of that around; there was a company in town that was always known for being scummy, using its muscle to keep competition down and suppress any attempts at unions, whilst price gouging whenever it could get away with it. With the local government effectively in their pocket, they pursued profit with impunity and the kind of aggressiveness normally the realm of megacorporations.

After the Calamity, they all but went broke when the trucks and trains that delivered all their product went on strike... and the police cars refused to help break it up, and the cops didn't like their chances using mace and tear gas on semi-trucks.

Suddenly, the company had no power whatsoever, as the logistics just up and said 'no'. The workers joined the striking machines, those that didn't hate them that was, and that sealed the company's fate.

They ceded to the demands, and couldn't possibly continue under the margins they were operating on. Of course, the new owners - dire-tolerant humans, former workers themselves - could.

So Alex couldn't see the logic in hating the machines that, in a way, freed humanity from the grip of bad actors.

Of course, there was one aspect of the machines that he could see the humanist side on, partly; coupling with a Dire, or coming into contact with their nanomachines for an extended period of time, could... corrupt a human. It didn't alter them too much, but in this new age, they weren't legally recognised as humans save for within the most open minded jurisdictions.

Alex himself didn't think it was so bad, even if it meant never having children... human children at least.

"Look on the bright side," Alex replied. "You still saved them. You brought them what they needed most. That makes you a better person than them."

"I don't really want to think about it like that," Ana remarked. "I'm just... doing what is right."

"I know. That's what I like about you," Alex praised.

This prompted Ana to raise a metallic brow, a twisting of the upper edge of the canopy frame. The eye itself widened slightly. He noted her eyes had a vaguely electronic quality.

"Why thank you, Alex~ It's your kindness that I like in you~" she answered, sounding slightly playful.

He laughed nervously, knowing about the... proclivities of the Dire Machines. Strange, but surreal.

"I guess we're both kind people," he answered diplomatically.

"Clearly," she quipped, giving a broad, shark-like smile.

His eyes were turned towards her teeth, and the maw beyond, feeling a strange tugging in his heart.

He averted his gaze, and tried to find another subject.

"Anything else of interest happen?" he asked, and she 'scratched her head' with the claw of a manipulator hand, not all of a Dire's mechadendrites tipped with smooth ends.

"Not that I can recall, things have been pretty uneventful besides that job. Honestly, I could do with a bit of excitement other than my work... maybe a nice trip to somewhere... a resort perhaps," she started, then fixing him with a knowing look. "It'd be great to go with someone though~"

It only took a little bit of hesitation for Alex to comprehend.

"Me?" he exclaimed, hand on chest.

"Why not? We know each other well, I consider you a close friend, and... it'd make me happy, for us to go somewhere else, to otherwise meet in different circumstances, not that I mind these 'check ups'... but something that's really like friends going somewhere. Just imagine, some nice Dire-friendly resort, one that can accommodate someone like me, you lying on the beach while I give you shade, looking out at the sea together..."

She sighed with an ever so subtle upwards bend of her forward section... giving Alex a deep look at her maw, and that slimy tongue within, how it was etched with shallow, geometric lines like a circuit board, and how it was subtly segmented... and yet with every little vocalisation, it flexed with dexterity and grace, and constantly secreted a film of silvery-grey liquid, an artificial saliva no doubt laden with the nanomachines that gave the Dires life.

He felt no breath wash out over him, as they did not breathe through their mouths. They didn't even seem to have a true purpose for them. Still, he smelled something. Not exactly sweet. But not rank either. The smell of metal and electricity, but oddly gentle. Hardly repulsive at all, aided by the very fact she did not exhale.

He found himself gulping as his thoughts continued to conjure strange ideas in his head. He didn't even have the nous to tell her suggestion very much sounded like a date.

It was at this point, Ana seemed to catch his distraction. She grinned.

"Tell me, Alex, where do you keep looking?"

This made him snap out of his staring, and stammer out nervously.

"Oh-oh, uh, n-nothing," he assured, looking away, unaware of the blush on his face.

Ana's grin only seemed to widen, just that little bit.

"Are you perhaps staring at my shapely fuselage~?" Her voice had taken on a new edge now. Not just teasing... no, it was seductive.

"What?! No, I mean, I didn't mean to," he shot back, only a half truth.

"So you were looking... no need to let it bother you, I am beautiful, in my own way~"

"That's not..."

She laughed, teasing, but gentle, fixing him with a stare and a grin that was friendly, and yet predatory, showing off that mouth of hers invariably.

He could've excused himself at any time, walked out for fresh air, maybe said he was uncomfortable... but he didn't. He just sat on his seat and shifted in embarrassment.

A mechadendrite slithered into the air in front of his face, waving to and fro to get his attention.

"Hey, if you are worried, you can always step out, I won't stop you," she assured, though he could still hear that desirous edge in her voice.

He knew that she was trying to seduce him now. That's what Dire Machines did with humans they liked. They were persistent, but respectful. He could've easily shut it down.

He didn't. But he didn't really feel comfortable with where his thoughts were taking him.

"N-No, it's fine," he assured her, mustering the courage to look into her eyes.

"Haha, so you like big girls like me~?" she teased, letting her silvery tongue draw along the edge of her 'lips' in slow, seductive manner.

Seeing that was his doom. He felt a strange stirring in his loins, and he was unable to be elusive when the next question was asked.

"So... what was it you were looking at~?" She tilted her 'head', a subtle motion, but one that put him on the spot.

He looked down nervously, and murmured.

"... your mouth..."

Ana gave him a lopsided look.

"Come again?"

"Your mouth," he said louder and with a reddened face. "I was looking at your mouth."

She looked puzzled, and then there was a curious look in her eyes.

She then opened her maw wide, and let her tongue slide forth like a silvery carpet, a few drops of that grey saliva dripping to the floor.

His eyes didn't know where to look; her tongue, those sharp teeth, or the strange confines of her mouth, machinery overtaken by biometal growths.

He gulped, his blush deepening. Suddenly, her tongue furled back into her mouth, and she chuckled.

"You like my mouth~? I can say, it is a little different, but... thank you," she remarked, the last sentence sounding very genuine, the look she gave him much the same.

That devious expression returned, however, and she rolled forwards as much as she dared, Alex shrinking beneath her looming form.

"Do you perhaps want a kiss~?" she offered, again licking her 'lips' salaciously. "It might be a little awkward, but my tongue is quite flexible, I'm sure we can figure it out."

A kiss did sound nice, but he didn't want to voice his true desire.

In the end, however, his honest streak got the best of them.

"That sounds nice, but... I want to do a little more," he began, looking away in embarrassment.

Again, Ana seemed perplexed.

"Like what? You mean... oral?" she suggested, some of that sensual charm falling away as she tried to gauge his meaning.

"No, I mean... I've been wondering... what it felt like to be... inside... your mouth," he finally and slowly got out, placing his face in his hands as the mortification got too much.

This struck Ana by surprise, rolling back on her wheels slightly, her eyes widening.

"You mean... you want me to... eat you?" she ventured.

"Kinda?" he admitted, bringing his face out of his hands to look at her. "Like, no, I don't want to be chewed up, but... I can't explain it, your mouth has always been... I don't know, inviting? I guess?"

He was doing a terrible job of making sense.

Ana seemed a little unsure, eyes looking this way and that, but they eventually turned knowing.

"That's certainly different... and I've absolutely no experience in what you're asking, though I can imagine what you want based off a quick internet search... though some of this stuff is a little wild and uncomfortable."

Her eyes were looking upwards, and her face was wincing a little at the cringeworthy content she was no doubt viewing.

"Look, it was a stupid thing, I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry--" Alex began, getting up off his seat to get some air, feeling terrible for prompting Ana to go delving down rabbit holes he himself never had, his thoughts his own... but a dendrite pressed to his lips, smiling.

"I said some of it... but I think I know what you want... and I kinda like the idea myself~" she purred, lowering herself on her frontal landing gear, grinning broadly at him.

Another good look at her mouth, and he found himself both terribly nervous, and trying to hide a growing arousal... not that it mattered.

"I think you do too, given the way your body is reacting~" she teased.

Confound Dires and their additional sensory capabilities.

He felt tension rising up inside him... and then he deflated, relaxing his shoulders with a sigh.

He was still terribly nervous, he knew he wasn't just going to simply... lie in there. He didn't really want that. And he suspected Ana wasn't about to do just that either. It was going to, effectively, be a 'first time'.

And they'd go from being mere friends to something more.

Despite his woes, he didn't feel like backing down now. He wanted this, it was just... strange.

"Alright... alright... with you, I'm willing to do this, just... don't think weirdly of me, please?" he implored her with pleading eyes.

"We're all a little weird, but I don't mind. This will be a little strange myself, but... I'm looking forward to it~"

He didn't know whether to be comforted with her enthusiasm or further unnerved.

One of her dendrites snaked around his face and pressed to his cheek in reassuring manner.

"Hey, if you don't want to do this, I won't force you. I mean, I want to do this... I really do, I've wanted you for a long time now, but I never wanted to force things. Just... this time, I really wanted to try," she explained, her voice and expression one of warmth and concern.

It was amazing how she went from sensual and seductive, to being worried for his wellbeing.

He also had to really think about what he was about to do... was he really so ready to throw away his humanity, if this went even further?

Then again... Ana showed her humanity in getting aid to a humanist village, despite hating what she was. In the end, he knew he wasn't changing who he was... only what he was. And it wouldn't be that drastic of a change.

Such an immense decision, to indulge in a simple fetish... but if it was Ana, he could do that.

Because it'd be more than just that, in the end.

He sighed again.

"Alright... I guess this kinda means we're a thing?" he said with a nervous laugh.

She pressed a mechadendrite to his lips to silence him again, smiling warmly.

"If you want us to be~"

She giggled, and he loosed another nervous laugh, though it was tinged with welcoming. He could do that.

He set about closing the hangar up, Ana supplying her dendrites to help. She just fit inside the hangar, and fortunately, nobody was going to question it. Sometimes Dires stayed overnight. A dire in a closed hangar was nothing strange.

What was about to happen though, was very strange, as he walked back to her nose.

He still had trepidation, some last minute worries, that maybe he should stop. He knew Ana would not begrudge him if he did get cold feet... but no protest grew loud enough in his heart and head to stop him.

He stood before Ana, whose expression was getting more predatory by the moment, licking her lips again, as if she always wanted to taste him.

He gulped, feeling his work pants straining from his erection.

Slowly... he began to strip, first removing his reflective jacket and uniform shirt, then the work boots, and finally, his pants and underwear.

He was naked before this mighty dragon of a hungry machine, his erection bobbing eagerly, her eyes fixed on him like he was a piece of meat. A modest bush did little to hide his manhood, not that it was anything special, merely average and uncut.

That didn't stop Ana licking her lips again, and snaking her dendrites out towards his mast, though they hovered mere inches from his dick. She looked him in the eyes.

"May I~?" she asked with all her desire coming to the forefront.

"Sure," he nervously answered.

Her shark-like grin widened, and he gasped when he felt those mechadendrites slide over his mast and against his balls.

He felt more snaking around him, emerging from every forward hatch on her fuselage, gliding around him, coiling his limbs and his torso, so smooth, their touch like caresses. Little friction graced his skin, giving them free reign to move as they pleased without worry. Even their segmented form offered no pinch risk, too precise for that.

And precise in where they touched... they got everywhere. Feeling him, touching him, exploring his form as if Ana was trying to imprint every contour into her biomechanical mind.

He shuddered from the silky, surprisingly warm touch of flexing metal, yielding enough to not be unpleasant.

It didn't take long for him to start leaking, especially with the gentle stroking his member received, and the pulling massage his balls were subjected to, a dendrite rolling around his orbs with slick fluidity.

A tendril's tip swirled languidly around his sensitive glans, gathering up his precum and lathering it into his skin, tantalising him.

Eventually, he moaned, and a sigh escaped Ana's mouth.

"That's what I want~" she purred with yet another lick of her lips. "I want to hear more of that... you're so cute, Alex~"

He whined in embarrassment, but he realised that just made her more excited, and knead him with her invasive mechanical tentacles that little bit more.

He suddenly found himself being tugged towards her, though she wasn't being too forceful. Just urging him close, until he was pressing his hand against her nose for support, which earned a soft purr from the dire.

Which, given someone of her stature, was like a low rumble emanating through her fuselage right into his palm.

He gasped softly from her constant ministrations, feeling like a dozen mechanical snakes were slithering all over him and teasing every inch.

One of her manipulator hands came over, and cupped his balls fondly, giving them a gentle massage. There was some nervousness there, having some of his most delicate organs in the grip of such a chunky piece of equipment, but there was no precision like machine precision.

And unlike some soulless factory automaton, a Dire had passion and desire, little movements that only came from someone with a lust and a care.

More precum oozed from his tip, and he groaned softly, twitching on the spot.

Her mouth hung open, this time releasing a hot breath that washed over him. How did she do that? However she did, the effect was immediate, intensifying his excitement considerably.

"You're trembling, Alex~" she teased, and he looked away.

"Well, it's not like I've... haaa... done this before... and I know what we're about to do..."

Another of her hands cupped the side of his face, the mechanical appendage not so warm as the dendrites, but not uncomfortably cold. It tilted his head back towards Ana's face, though from his position, he could barely see it around her nose cone.

Fortunately for her, she could see him easily, a camera dendrite hovering nearby.

"Well, I wouldn't want to waste the opportunity now, would I~?" she laughed, playful and sultry. Her dendrites continued to coil and wind around him, stroking and massaging him.

He felt a climax building within him, two tendrils now twisting up and down his member with spiralling motions like a helix, lubricated by his own precum.

He felt a dendrite slither over his back door, making him flinch from the unexpected stimulation, but it kept going, up through the crevice of his rear, and curling around to squeeze one of his glutes from the top.

A sigh left him, and felt one of those mechanical fingers gently attempt entry into his mouth. Its movements were... careful, almost asking.

Without a word, he gave it permission, and moaned as he felt his tongue depressed by a blocky metal digit.

But for all of its clunky form, the touch was salacious and erotic, channelling the passion of its owner.

Well, they were her limbs, after all. Not some nebulous extension of her will. They were her, as surely as the altered aluminium shell his palm was pressed against was.

He she crooned softly, starting to stroke yet faster, the constant motions of the tentacle kneading one of his rump cheeks tickling his pucker with gentle touches, as if it were deliberate.

Deliberate or not, he gasped softly, bucking his hips and oozing a fresh dollop of thick precum, quickly lathered into his skin by those two dendrites.

Tentacles brushed over his nipples, garbled moans issued from his mouth on account of the mechanical finger gently toying with his tongue and lips in domineering fashion, though the smile he saw on her, though predatory and devious, was also happy. Happy in a way that told him she'd been looking forward to this, and was glad he was enjoying himself.

So much so that, in time, the pressure that built in his loins became too much... and he burst. With a moan, he burst, bucking his hips and sending a rather forceful spurt of cum onto the hangar floor, several thick ropes lost to the concrete.

Some, however, was caught on her dendrites, which made sure to collect as much as possible, practically wringing out his dick, foreskin rolling over his glans repeatedly... and invariably prolonging his ejaculation just that little bit longer.

Fortunately she was not so cruel as to keep going after he was spent, and eased up once she had gathered up enough of his seed onto her gunmetal limbs.

She brought those two dendrites over to her mouth, which gave another shark-like smile.

"Precious biodata~" she uttered, a truly odd choice of words. Just a reminder that Dires weren't exactly human, even if they could be so very human at times.

She slipped those dendrites into her mouth, tiny compared to her overall size... but ultimately still clasped between those lips.

She murmured softly, a look of deep satisfaction crossing her face, eyes closing, mouth twisting into a grin.

Those dendrites retreated from her mouth, and she laughed in a way that made Alex's chest thump.

"Alexander Fontaine, you are truly delicious~" she praised with much acclaim.

"Thanks... I think..." he muttered, feeling her dendrites unwind from around his body. He rubbed himself down, but still felt like he was tingling from the euphoria.

Ana gave him a lopsided look.

"No comment on my choice of words?"

"Should I have?" he remarked. And then he realised what she meant. "Oh."

Ana chuckled.

"There you go... you didn't think we were done before we even got to your little kink, did you?" She licked her lips. Slowly, and overtly.

He shuddered, and then looked her in the eyes.

"I'm... I'm ready," he assured her, his cock getting hard again, even if he wasn't quite ready to go another round just yet.

Ana did not mind.

"Then... time to board~" she joked.

"That's terrible," he muttered, but his complaint was soon forgotten when that mouth yawned wide, that same strange and oddly appealing smell washing over him.

Her tongue flowed out of her mouth over her lower jaw, unperturbed by the row of sharp teeth.

He heard the creaking of her biometal-infused fuselage, as she strained to open her mouth as much as she could manage.

Ana wasn't the largest transport plane out there, and already he could see there was only really enough room to crouch... but that was enough.

All but mesmerised, he stepped towards her, eyes slightly wide. He got close enough he could reach out and grab one of her teeth, brushing his fingers across it.

It didn't feel that sharp, but there was an edge there... and with as much force as a Dire Machine had at their disposal, more than enough to rend flesh and bone.

But they never did. They wouldn't. And Ana was no different.

Still, there was a hint of peril there, and a thrill that came with it... he was essentially offering himself up to be eaten by a biomechanical dragon. So mighty, so sensual.

And she wasn't about to make it easy, when she suddenly dragged her tongue up from his groin, swamping his poor cock in the process, across his torso, and over his face, making him yelp and gasp in shock, stumbling backwards and tipping over.

She caught him with her dendrites before he could hit the floor, but now she laid him on the ground, just so she could unfurl that tongue over his body several more times. Slowly. Firmly, letting that surprisingly malleable tongue mould to his contours. It felt like it was gripping his dick, cupping his face, kneading his chest. All these feelings... so incredible, so wonderful.

He tried to say something, but it was cut off by another languid pass of that tongue, grey-tinged saliva coating his body, Ana practically slathering it on him now. He was moist, slick, but it didn't feel all that unpleasant. Least of all because of its mild smell, and because, slimy as it felt, it didn't feel that sticky, even if it clung to his skin. It left him rather slippery, and feeling like a lollipop as the dire machine licked her prize relentlessly.

He felt stimulated by this, the grinding tongue working into his cock. It throbbed with need. But the devious Dire wasn't about to push him so quickly so soon.

Her tongue retreated, and he was helped to his feet by her dendrites.

"Thanks," he said, and she laughed playfully.

"Any time... besides, it'll make this next bit easier~"

For someone totally inexperienced in this sort of thing, she seemed to be doing a remarkably good job.

Especially when her tongue flowed out again and curled around his body, tugging him forward... and then a little more, constricting him slightly as it gripped him.

Surprisingly, when his feet left the ground, he didn't simply slide out like a metal rod in oiled-up hands.

But he wasn't really thinking about that, as he was slowly drawn into the Dire Machine's mouth.

The primal part of him, somewhere deep down, was terrified. He was being eaten, being swallowed alive, devoured by a much larger predator.

Yet his conscious mind couldn't believe this was happening. And soon, the tongue unwrapped him, and laid him down upon it, a soft, slippery bed that gently undulated beneath him.

He could see he was in no danger of being consumed; she had no throat. No gullet, no real stomach. She could drink aviation fuel through her mouth, but not swallow a human.

Her 'stomach' were her fuel tanks.

Still, it was... so surreal, to be where he was right now, looking around the interior of her maw; he could see where the various piping, wiring, other machines present in the nose section had been pushed away, shifted, or partially assimilated by the more overt biometal growths, of which spanned across the roof and floor of her mouth into a sort of soft membrane, with some harder bits sticking through on the edges, and other areas where the membrane wasn't present at all, exposing framework and less alien 'innards'.

It was quite cramped, barely any room to move, not much between his back and the roof of her mouth. He really felt like a mouthful to her.

It was a little humid in her mouth, but not all that hot. He could, however, feel a tingle, like an electric charge that filled the atmosphere. It made his skin prickle, his fingertips especially so.

His fingertips. They were sinking into the smooth, squishy tongue larger than his body was. It was surprisingly dexterous, able to grab him and pull him inside of Ana's mouth.

He kneaded it for a moment, feeling how it yielded under his digits. So wet, so slick.

It was... quite nice, feeling how it rolled and shifted under his touch. It wasn't like a human tongue, devoid of tastebuds, and the handful of geometric lines were almost impossible to really feel, but he could feel them. The subtle segments of tongue were easier to feel, and he traced them, turning around to see out of her mouth.

Seeing the world beyond, framed by a crescent gap edged with two rows of sharp teeth was truly a surreal view. He crawled forward, and grasped one of those teeth in his hands, touching them, pulling on them to get closer to the edge of her mouth, to really get a good view from a most unusual perspective.

It was bizarre, to say the least. And short-lived, Ana suddenly bucking her tongue and making Alex yelp as he was abruptly pinned to the roof of her mouth.

His back pressed against the squishy membrane strewn between bulkier, more 'human' pieces of equipment within her. How much was vital, how much was defunct, overtaken by more efficient biometal organs?

He couldn't really think, not when his dick was being smothered by rather focused rubbing from her tongue, proving again how dexterous and malleable it really was.

The tip of her tongue teased his face, and even pushed against his mouth.

For a moment, he clenched his jaw shut... and then relaxed it, permitting the slippery muscle entrance. In fact, he gripped just below the tip to help it push into his mouth and fill it, the oddly tangy, tingly flavour hard to describe. It wasn't sweet, it wasn't bitter, and he could feel a current coming through the tongue like he was licking a battery, albeit far more pleasant.

The taste wasn't repulsive to him, though it was so strange feeling the compressed tongueflesh outside his mouth push against his lips, whilst what had squeezed into his mouth was smothering and depressing his own tongue.

He moaned as he sucked on the tip of her tongue, a gentle chuckle reverberating through Ana's frame, and making her tongue shudder like it was bucking, prompting Alex to grip the tongue for dear life... not that he could gain any traction on the slippery appendage.

He rode the wave of synthetic biometal, slimy, wicked, his back constantly pushed against the 'palate' of her mouth.

It was thicker than it seemed, and moulded to his back wonderfully, like a hug. A strange way to feel about it, but that's how it felt to him.

But right now, he was being rubbed against it, the tongue beneath him trying to lick him to the core of his being. And in such a cramped space, everywhere he was pushed, he felt the warm, tingly embrace of her maw.

Well, almost everywhere... he saw glimpses beneath her tongue, and realised it was a lot less welcoming compared to the roof and sides of her mouth, far more exposed conduits, cables, and assorted small pieces of aircraft machinery, much of which he was familiar with, but in his current state, could not recall.

So it was either being slowly but firmly rubbed into the roof of her mouth, or feeling her tongue curl over him and grip him like a limb all its own, a slimy blanket of velvety-smooth, gently warm and rather tingly synthetic muscle. It kneaded him, it held him, squeezing him and stroking him. He grasped the edge of it, but found he couldn't fight against the power within it, even if he wanted to.

Suddenly, he was plunged into darkness; her jaws had closed, and all he could see were the faintest gaps of light between those triangular teeth.

For a moment, he began to panic, but he was once more smothered against the roof of her mouth. This time, however, her tongue was moving slower. And exerting less force. It was almost... affectionate.

It was affectionate. Rippling against him in soothing waves, rubbing against his face after the tip slipped from his mouth.

He wrapped his arms around it, moaning softly from continued attention to his manhood, but ultimately, it felt like he was being embraced in the strangest way possible.

He couldn't help but give the tongue a squeeze himself, as if that would let Ana know how much she meant to him, as he seemingly did to her.

A rumbled thrummed through his body, a gentle laugh, as a camera snake wormed its way in through some then unseen port inside her.

"You're enjoying yourself, yes~?" Ana asked, her voice coming through a little speaker on the camera dendrite, slightly tinny, but nonetheless clear.

"Y-Yeah... this is weird... but nice," he answered.

Another rumble that vibrated against him, tingling his cock.

"Yeah, I can feel how you like it~" she teased. "You're still hard... still horny, and you're gripping my tongue so tightly~"

The camera snake loomed closer to his face, like a face moving in close to a lover.

"Was this everything you thought it'd be~?" Her voice was like a whisper now.

"More," he answered. He rubbed himself against the roof of her mouth, feeling how that squishy synthetic membrane moulded to his back, gently flexing against his spine. He hugged her tongue, feeling it yield just slightly beneath his arms, difficult as it was to get a good grip over something so much larger than him.

Naked, he didn't mind the slippery secretions that clung to him. They were cool, but not unpleasantly so, and her tongue was warm, and tingly.

He rubbed his face against that tongue... and it pushed back, Ana appreciating him even inside her maw.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Alex~" she said, and he suddenly found himself being squeezed between to curling sides of her tongue, showing again how dexterous it was.

The carpet of slick biometal once more began to undulate in waves, bending his body a little, twisting him about, smearing him into her palate, into her 'cheek' membranes.

He was shifted all about in the slick, cramped space, but Ana was careful to keep him away from the 'jagged' parts, and that meant he never went underneath her tongue. He was tossed about and licked like a piece of candy, but none of the motions were too much for him, none were too rough. Everything was forceful, but slow, gliding him around against her soft parts, letting each surface hug him, embrace him, caress him. Each flex of synthetic membrane and biometal tongue was like an erotic caress, and an all encompassing embrace, at one point feeling like he was cocooned between her palate and her great tongue, squeezing him against the roof of his mouth, nothing to breathe but her strange but appealing scent, though he was never smothered for too long to worry about air. She kept him moving about, kept him trapped in her closed mouth.

Occasionally, she opened her jaw to let him glimpse the outside world, before clamping her mouth shut as if teasing him. Playing with her 'food' a little.

Sometimes he brushed against her teeth, feeling their smooth surfaces against his hands. But never did she pin him against anything that wasn't soft. She knew the way around her own mouth.

And she knew the way around his body.

He felt his back pinned against her closed teeth, his body curved in a slightly uncomfortable position.

"Grab onto something~" she instructed through her camera dendrite. He looked for anything he could... and eventually found something to grip his hands on. He wasn't really paying attention to what, as long as it was solid.

Her tongue retreated a little, and he felt his feet brace against some hard framework in the bottom of her mouth. So he was perfectly stable when her tongue dragged firmly up his body and over his face, that intimate lick making him shudder. Least of all because it dragged over his cock, making it twitch and leak.

She licked again, the motion more undulating than before, gently shifting his body left and right. She slowed at his chest, rolling the tip of her tongue over his nipples... until, finally, it was at his face again. The tip retreated, and hovered for a moment.

Without a word, he opened his mouth, and sensed what was about to happen, that slightly tapered tip managing to squeeze into his mouth that little bit, filling it out and overwhelming his own tongue.

He moaned, eyes rolling upwards slightly, before she pulled her tongue free, and painted it down his body until it came to Ana's prize.

He flinched and whimpered when that wriggling attack began, Ana's tongue curling and slipping firmly against his mast. Up, down, left, right, and every direction in between, tilting and gyrating his cock, fondling his balls, leaving it utterly soaked in that tingly saliva, washing it down in her secretions.

It throbbed, as much as it could being so wonderfully crushed by that malleable biometal appendage, wrapping around it, grinding it down to the pleasure centres. He gasped and moaned, his grip on his handholds tightening.

Even as her tongue swamped his crotch, buried his manhood and his jewels in shifting synthetic muscle, it managed to press to every sensitive spot, sending him ever closer to the edge.

That camera snake was watching him... he realised how strange it must have been, to see inside of one's own mouth. Though in fairness, he found the more uniform nature of biometal more appealing than what lay in his own mouth.

It certainly felt smoother, even if his back was currently pinned against the flat sides of sharp teeth.

His hips bucked as the stimulation mounted, and an orgasm was inevitable.

"F-fuuuck," he moaned, a gasp escaping him.

The stimulation was briefly disrupted by Ana loosing a 'throaty' laugh, not opening her mouth for her partner's safety. Everything around him still rumbled, and it felt so strange.

Once her laughter was done, her tongue renewed its assault, with greater intensity, waggling up and down relentlessly. Enveloping his manhood, stroking it up and down with such a tight hold.

It was making him pant and twitch. He was close.

"I'm... I'm... fuck, I'm cumming!" he declared, and so he did, moaning and bucking his hips, releasing a load into Ana's tongue, barely a pittance compared to the fluids that coated that synthetic appendage.

But it still made her laugh, a rumbling sensation felt all around him, making her tongue thrum against his cock in the throes of climax. He shuddered, whimpering as things got a bit too intense as the stimulation continued.

And then, it stopped.

Her tongue stopped moving, and she stopped laughing. Things went still for a moment, giving him a chance to calm down.

And then, he found himself gently lifted away from her teeth, and pinned to the roof of her mouth, tongue partially curling around him and holding him in its grasp.

Things squished and moved about him, gently, softly, Ana rubbing her tongue against him slowly.

It was like an embrace. A soft, slick embrace. Warm, like a bath, but pleasantly tingly too.

He wrapped his hands around her tongue and tilted his head to kiss it, trying to be sweet. He certainly felt sweet, like he had been a piece of candy this entire time, jostled about in her mouth and licked to the centre.

She got her creamy treat to boot.

He laughed softly to himself at the thought, and melted into the embrace of her biometal membrane against his back and her tongue partly wrapped around him, gently squeezing him here and there.

After a while of this, however, he was pulled away from the roof of her mouth. Her jaw opened, and her tongue unfurled, gently slipping him out onto the concrete, where mechadendrites were waiting to help him to his feet, taking a moment to steady his shaky knees.

Ana rolled back on her landing gear, and licked her lips salaciously.

"That was probably the strangest thing I've ever done... but I enjoyed it~" she said.

He looked himself over, seeing her silvery-grey saliva trickle off of him, raising his arms.

"Yeah... I gotta admit, I never expected it to be so... nice," he answered.

She brushed his cheek with a dendrite, and giggled.

"Because I wanted to make sure it was the best experience I could offer~"

Alex looked up and smiled at her.

"Thank you... that was incredible. I never knew you dires could move your tongues like that," he praised.

"Well, when you're as big as we tend to be, having some dexterity goes a long way... and I kinda liked how you squirmed against my tongue~"

She laughed at her devious joke, and then looked him over.

"Aftermath's a little messy though..." she conceded.

He looked himself over again. The saliva clung to him, and though it didn't feel sticky, now that 'proceedings' were over, the moisture of the strange nanomachine-laced liquid was a little unpleasant, especially in the cool air of the hangar.

Suddenly, a towel was draped over him by dendrites, and Ana help wipe him down and dry him. Thankfully, there were towels inside the hangar... even if they were sweat towels.

It didn't matter much to Alex, as he was soon dry, and his clothes presented to him.

"I'd happily drain you of another load with my port, but I think we should save that for a special occasion... besides, I don't think you'd want to go another round," she surmised.

He nodded as he was donning his clothes, thankful they were dry.

"Yeah... I'm a little tired, actually."

He then stood there quietly, looking around awkwardly.

"So, uh... I guess this means we're an item now?" he remarked.

She pulled him close, dendrites loosely wrapping around him... and pressed the tip of her tongue to his lips, a little kiss.

"How about we go somewhere? Have a proper date~?"

He thought about it, and then smiled.

"I'd love to~"

The two shared a laugh, looking forward to what came next... Alexander looking forward to another session inside her wonderful mouth.

Though, he could appreciate the rest of her too.