The feel of sweat. The tightness of the pilot suit. The faint taste and scent of blood. I could barely breathe. Yet another mission, another monster defeated, another mech trashed. I couldn't wait to peel out of this damn second skin and hit the showers.

Not just because of the discomfort; but because at the same time, my co-pilot would be joining me. I vaugely smirked remembering Pacific Rim; contrived technology to require two pilots when one would suffice, because 'character conflict = ticket sales'.

This was more like Evangelion though; our mechs were largely bio-mechanical with plenty of augmentations. But they were grown. I was the ace pilot; or more specifically the sole male who didn't get his ass killed repeatedly, which explained my presence in the cockpit. My co-pilot was a busty 20-something blonde who's suit must've been closer to a corset than anything else. From my elevated position I could see her shapely tits from over her head. She was my co-pilot for one reason; this mech was developed from her ovum in a convoluted process of artificial human creation. Without her DNA present, it wouldn't move. Contrived, of course, by whatever God was directing this mecha knock off show.

I let her take the controls to walk us back; every lumbering step made her constricted tits jiggle, and I cursed as my suit got tighter in the crotch. This was her first outing; we'd trained together but it was never quite the same as real combat. I never got nearly this hard after all. It was practically a ritual; sometimes I broke early but my favorite part of my first mission with a new partner... Was ravaging her in the shower and pumping her full of cum. For the 'back up' mechs, of course.

The DNA criteria for growing these beastly abominations was difficult and males were even rarer than females, which meant I was irreplaceable. Indeed, if the mission was heading south, my seat would eject and I'd be forced to abandon my partner to fight on her own at half capacity.

I had more than one partner of course; backup mechs while this one was repaired, only one of each pilot female grown in case they perished. It was hard to dispose of a giant, after all.

My mind wandered; perhaps after fucking this new slut I'd go screw with the punkette Lesbian by letting her taste the fresh juice on my cock. Or just go lay back and let the redhead with DD's work out a second load between her tits. Nothing like a little combat to wind me up. And nothing like abusing my free use pass to take whichever female pilot I wanted. Choices, choices...

And that's my latest prompt! Fighting giant monsters, ravaging my fellow pilots whether they want it or not, letting fate decide whether my fucktoys live or die, when my own piloting skills failed to win the day.

Whether we include dice rolls to see if my copilot lives, decide via plot, or sidestep any character death, I'm more than happy to plot and plan out something long term from my first partner, or just my latest newbie after a string of bad missions. Can include incredibly dark themes.

Shoot me a DM and we'll discuss kinks and limits in more detail, but the basics here are:

Kinks: Free Use, Creampies, Harem, Exhibitionism/Co-Ed Shower/Locker Room/Dorm, Non/Dub-Con, Assisted Noncon.