“So, what’s up?” I failed to ask in a way that might come off as casual, to the white haired young Nikke sitting in my lap, as she furiously jammed cleaning brushes in and out of shotgun’s barrel.
“Nothing!” Neon absently replied, too focused on the abuse to Firepower she was committing in front of a witness, “I’m just trying to figure out how a Special Manufacturer would make some ammunition that works for both an AR and a GL, yet is somehow exclude a shotgun.”
I was used to Neon saying crazy stuff in the name of Firepower. Unlike most Gun Otaku, Neon would take a lot of things Firepower related at face value and would run with it, unless I got her to stop and think about it first.
It was why she had put me in charge of her spending budget, as prior to me doing so, she would waste it on blatant scams or unfeasible prototypes that would never see actual combat. But given the funding situation of the Outpost, Rapi had been delighted to learn I was more than happy to be a miser when it came to Neon’s spending.
Both because I didn’t want any of those close to me to fall for scams about the things they loved, and because if I ensured Neon had a reliable budget for unusual weapons, I also got to help her try them out as she knew I could be trusted to appreciate whatever weird knack the weapon offered.
But this was off the deep end even for Neon.
“Sweetie, you know that’s not how ammunition works.”
“Not according to this Special Manufacturer.” Neon muttered, wiggling in my lap in a way my lower half couldn’t ignore.
Something about the mess Anis and Rapi had shown me had gotten me into a mood, and having the young Nikke clad in a sailor suit-esque swimsuit atop a more traditional school swimsuit in my lap had ensured that, once this was done, I was given Anis or Rapi a private debriefing.
“Then this Manufacturer is trying to scam you.” I muttered, knowing better than to argue with her until she decided to not be stubborn about it.
The sudden way she leant back put some rather pleasant pressure on my crotch, but the death-glare she was giving me was more shocking.
“They would never!” she exclaimed, puffing her cheeks out.
I’d never seen her get this defensive over a potential scam.
“Can you show me their ordering website?”
“I can’t.” Neon deflated, glumly holding the shotgun that was slowly but surely being led to a final death by poor maintenance.
“From what I can tell, you have to have a private meeting, but I don’t know anything about what they offer beyond that, and that rifles and launchers can use what they offer.”
I began to rack my brain, of the more off brand or bizarre manufacturers and dealers we now had access to, being far from the main parts of the Ark and being within sight of the Outer Rim.
They were mainly scammers or arms dealers ensuring the Outer Rim had something to use if the Central Government overstepped its bounds, and none of them dealt with us yet.
“How do you know they aren’t a scam?”
“I know Rapi and Anis have gotten the ammunition from them, and it seems to have improved their combat scores.” Neon sighed, gesturing to the Firing Range scoreboards.
We had an ‘official’ Firing Range further from the main building, and it seemed that someone in the squad had forwarded those scores to Neon’s private range.
While there was a definite increase based on the rough scores I knew each girl scored, it wasn’t the sort of improvement that would cause this sort of spiral in a soldier.
….well, in a sane soldier, anyway.
I frowned, as I contemplated what Neon said as she went back to work brutalising the shotgun.
I was missing something. I knew for a fact that Anis and Rapi were using normal ammo, as unlike Neon, those two were fine with what the Central Government provided us for use in defending the Outpost from the slow trickle of Raptures that wandered in.
So what did Neon mean by ‘special manufacturer’?
Watching as Neon once again started to thrust the cleaning brush into and out of the barrelling that was gushing lube, my lower brain decided that I should think of Neon’s action as less cleaning a shotgun, and jacking off my dick, said appendage now resting atop Neon’s butt.
I don’t know how she had managed it, but her wiggling had moved my shorts to the side and my cock had been freed during our discussion.
….I couldn’t help but notice how obscenely long my cock looked pressed up against her hips, compared to the other two.
Anis had so much curves that most standard sized dicks would look on the smaller side, whereas Rapi’s taller figure and more balanced assets made my dick look normal in comparison.
But as the shortest member of the team, Neon’s size allowed me the fantasy of having a cock feel porn star sized, and that fantasy was running wild on my desires.
“Commander, why is there a gun pressed against my back?”
Neon was leaning back again, looking into my lusty fog state and bringing me crashing back to the reality of my dick pressed up against the back of a young woman who hadn’t asked for it, even if I hadn’t been the one to do it. And I wasn’t going to blame her for unintentionally causing my dick to pop out of my shorts, as she was obviously distracted and hadn’t been aware of what she had managed to do.
“…it’s a private weapon I haven’t stowed properly.” It wasn’t a lie, necessarily. I just had to use the logic of Firepower.
Turning around to sit on her knees and face me, staring intensely at my hard cock, Neon did what Neon did best: confuse the fuck out of me and bought my absurd bullshit.
“I’ve never seen a weapon like this before.” She stated, the strange fanatical awe at seeing a new weapon in her eyes one I’d seen during the other times we’d gotten to play with new toys.
“…and you should never see it, unless you have asked the wielder to show it.” Neon’s neonness had helped stop my own panic, but was also threatening to drag me further into the delusion that was eating away at her.
“…….can I inspect it?” she asked, in a timid tone I’d never really heard from her.
“Sure, but be gentle, it’s more fragile than the shotgun you were just cleaning.” I was happy to let the Nikke explore this bizarre situation however she wanted, but no way in hell was I allowing her to shove a cleaning brush down my urethra.
I knew some people were into that, but I definitely wasn’t.
“I know. You don’t manhandle a weapon until you’re familiar with it.” She whispered reverently, two hands clasping it, sliding the skin up and down.
“I take it that what I’m holding is the forend? Which would then make this a type of shotgun……” Neon mused aloud, one hand now encircling the crown of my cock as she used her other hand to slowly jack me off.
It was nice and pleasant, but given she was being gentle, her hand movements weren’t doing more than ensuring I stayed hard.
Sure, let’s call my dick a shotgun.
For a gun metaphor, it wasn’t a bad one, and given how prior to whatever had caused Neon to massacre our Armory, she was our Shotgun Nikke, she would know how to handle it once she ‘learnt’ its design.
“Yeah, it’s a custom sheath, as the ammo needs to be forcibly expelled by hand.”
My cock throbbed, a little pre-cum beginning to pool atop her hand.
“Ah, that explains why it’s leaking lube! I knew the Special Manufacturer needed more lube.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t use gunpowder to expel its load, so it needs to be lubed up.” I paused, before deciding to help guide Neon in her ‘learning’.
“If you have water based lube, you can tighten your grip. I’ll tell you if it’s too tight.”
Neon paused her slow handjob, and considered the weapon lubricant for a worrying amount of time, before an idea struck, her face beaming.
“Would spit work?”
My cock violently throbbed at her suggestion, balls eagerly preparing the ‘load’ Neon was eager to see.
“There is a way to use your mouth to lube up this special weapon, but you should get a feel for how it fires before you try something that risky. You can use the stuff naturally lea-“
Before I could finish, the hand slowly jerking me off retracted, her mouth making some weird motions before she proceeded to drool all over it then wrapping my cock in the wet mess, as she gauged her grip by how I reacted, managing a fairly tight grip just before my breathing could hitch.
Her previously slow jacking of my cock was now faster, her grip tight, as the hand around my shaft worked long and luxurious strokes while the one encircling my crown began make small up and down movements, the crown pushing through that pre-cum lubed hand-hole very quickly changing the pleasing feeling to making the arrival of an orgasm pretty imminent.
“I just have to apply it like this, right?”
Unlike when she had discovered the ‘shotgun’ between my legs, she was now watching me intently, studying how I squirmed beneath her ministrations.
“Yes~.” I moaned, breathing ragged and Neon’s joining me as she lost herself into the energy of getting me off.
“Is it a single slug rifle, or are there multiple rounds chambered?”
Fuck, how did she expect me to keep this delusion up while she toyed with my dick?
“Uhhh….it depends….on how you……pump it…….”
Neon’s hand that had been toying with the crown of my cock was now covering it, the other hand stroking my full length fast, only slowing down when she felt me throb, and timing the hand working its way down my shaft just as the throbbing went up my shaft.
“Is it close to unloading?” Her face was now right up against mine, so close where all I had to do was lean forward to kiss her.
….so when I felt the bubbling heat of my imminent orgasm, I did, hand entangling in her hair as I pulled her into more of a moan of a kiss, cum exploding into her hand, her swift hand movements milking me in an expert manner unbefitting the girl I knew Neon to be.
Once I stopped moaning into her lips, I gave her an actual kiss, holding her face against mine as I enjoyed the sensation as the post orgasmic bliss rushed through me.
No tongue, as that felt too forward, despite how her hand was now dripping with the fruit of my loins, but a promise of more.
“Huh, guess it was. Didn’t realise it used biological material for its loads….” Neon was muttering as she pulled away from my kiss, studying my ‘ammo’.
“Is it dangerous?” she asked cryptically, her face a mask I couldn’t understand.
Laying back to catch my breath, I watched as Neon began to sniff and toy with my ‘ammo’, watching as it the gooey liquid oozed out of her hand.
“Not for Nikkes, I don’t think?” I absentmindedly replied, as thoughts raced through my mind.
How would I explain this to Anis and Rapi? I was supposed to be helping Neon get through whatever was causing her to act so bizarre, not unintentionally using her to get me off. How was I going to ex—
Before I could doomspiral any further, Neon distracted me by pouring my cum into her mouth.
“Bleh, salty.” Neon made a face, but she didn’t spit it out, audibly gulping as she had trouble getting the sticky fluid to go down her throat.
Waiting a few moments after swallowing, her face brightened as an idea struck, and she was quick to stand, running over to where her usual shotgun was perched in a gunrack, and she was quickly loading it.
I was still lying on the ground, aroused from the former action and visibly concerned about the latter action.
My confusion was quickly replaced with more pleasant lust and lechery as I watched as Neon bent over the crates she was using as a makeshift firing lane, as she propped herself on her elbows, giving me a delight view of her ass in the air, noticeable damp patch between her legs.
Her shotgun boomed a few times, before Neon stopped firing.
“Commander! Get up and help me!” Neon commanded, fanatical passion overriding any perverted thoughts in my head as I got up and stood behind my fellow follower of Firepower.
“What do you need me to do, Master?”
At this point, I honestly wasn’t sure if I was just talking to myself, my dick, or Neon. One of the three was in charge of this situation, and the war for dominance between my actual brain and the theoretical one in charge when I was aroused was ensuring I wasn’t getting enough processing power to figu–
Oh, Neon’s ass looks great from this angle!
“I need you to press up against me and hold me in place.” Neon quickly ejected the magazine and filled it with simulation shells. They’d have all the kick of a normal shell due to how Nikke guns were programmed, but I wouldn’t have to worry about Neon blowing my eardrums out, with the added benefit of our firing ranges calculating where the shots would go.
So I did as I was told, my cock once against snug in the parting of her cheeks, resting atop the black swimsuit material with the white material of her skirt hiding it.
Neon started pushing against me, ‘adjusting the rifling’ of the weapon atop her as well as her shotgun. The feeling of her pushing against me was nice, but as her skirt wasn’t exactly holding my cock down, it was nothing beyond a pleasant suggestion of a tease.
Her adjusting quickly became annoyed, as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.
“Commander, there seems to be an obstruction.” She pulled up the black fabric of her swimsuit. “Please place your support here.”
I am so glad the other two are busy with paperwork. I thought as I complied, a slight moan leaving my lips as the fabric pressed my cock down against her skin.
Neon started to adjust herself again, using her position to alternate between going on her tip-toes and going back to being flat against the ground, arousal spreading across her face as she offered small sounds of enjoyment, which I was repeating.
Unlike before, this felt more like proper foreplay, pre-cum starting to bead against where it was caught on her swimsuit, an occasional drip of my warmth earning pleased noises from Neon.
But the annoyed fidgeting that had preceded the first change was happening again.
As Neon pulled back, the damp spot covering her pussy was now fighting a losing battle in holding back her arousal, feminine need starting to drip down one leg as it threatened to drip from the thin cloth separating our sexes.
“Commander, I think we need a direct connection.” Neon commanded breathlessly, pulling back the sodden fabric and allowing her desire to start spilling.
Like the rest of Counters, she had that ‘neutral’ sexual smell I was noticing the Nikke shared, but Neon also smelled vaguely of gunpowder, unsurprisingly.
Her pussy probably has a strangely pleasantly smoky flavour to it…
It’d make sense, given Anis tasted like the sodas she drank, and Rapi’s taste had been….weird, so something about the Nikke body reflected them in how they tasted, or something akin to that.
“I concur.”
My breathing just as hungry for her, as I pushed my crown against the moist folds of her labia, Neon’s hips trying to push back and swallow me.
…which was when I noticed something was off.
“Neon, I don’t th—“
“Testing firing solution one!” Neon wrapped her legs around my waist, doing everything she could to push my cock into her pussy, as I quickly shoved my arms into the gap between her ass and my hips, which had the intended effect of ensuring Neon didn’t crush my cock into meat paste, as well as the unintended effect of burying my face into her long, white hair which, as to be expected, smelled vaguely of gunpowder and the generic shampoo the Government provided.
It was a unique experience, feeling the bones in your arms, hips and back be pushed right up to the point where they should have been pulverised, but had stopped just a fraction short of exploding apart, between the vice grip of Neon’s legs and the force of the Nikke-level shotgun she fired, and that was not even mentioning the strange swollen feel in a lot of the muscles and ligaments I was now feeling between all of that hardness.
“Stand Down, Neon.” I commanded, the pain breaking our shared delusion enough to allow me to regain control of the situation.
The pressure around my waist and arms ceased.
“What’s wrong?”
“Neon, I can’t fit. You were about to ensure I become a Eunuch.”
A wide range of conflicting emotions battled over her face, before she settled on something approximating stupefied.
“What do you mean, you can’t fit? You had no trouble filling Anis and Rapi with your cock.” She paused, before her face flushed scarlet as she tried to backtrack. “I mean the special manufacturer’s ammo.” She was actively refusing to look at me after that blunder.
Ah. So that’s why those two said I had to deal with this.
“…is that why you tried to fuck a grenade?” I asked, hoping I could get a reaction from my passionate Nikke.
And she didn’t fail to disappoint.
Pushing back against me, the short Nikke turned around to defiantly argue in my face, getting as close as she could.
“Anis said an orgasm caused by you felt explosive in such a good way that it felt like fireworks going off all throughout her body, so since a frag grenade unleashes a lot of concussive force with its blast, I had figured it was the next best thing, since you weren’t going to look at me…” she trailed off, the defiance going cold as she opened a wound I didn’t know she had.
“I look at you all the time.” I bluntly stated.
It was hard not to look at all fou—three of the Nikke under my command. Anis oozed hedonistic indulgence; Rapi’s charm was in the strict all business type allowing herself a moment of passion away from prying eyes.
Whereas Neon’s charm was in the obvious debauchery of her smaller frame and the ‘juvenile’ aesthetic of the dual swimsuits she wore.
“Then why haven’t you tried anything?” she cried, frustration replacing the pain.
“….you’re annoyed because, despite the fact I know a lot of Commanders use and abuse their Nikke, that I waited for you all to make the first move?”
That caught Neon off guard.
“Us making the first move?”
“I love and respect you all, but given that I am your superior officer, I can’t make any move that doesn’t put us into some dangerous and murky water I don’t have the training to safely navigate us through.” I stated, glad to be airing this with the densest member of the squad privately.
Anis wasn’t the most observant, but she had been the first to realise that I had been just as repressed as them, and Rapi had seemed to want to wait for me to even vaguely suggest an interest in Nikke before her own frustration had gotten the better of her.
…….and I don’t think any of us would have guessed Neon would try using a grenade to get off before attempting to seduce me.
“Also, I figured that, given how you are supposed to be Ingrid’s ‘spy’ in the Outpost, you would use that as an excuse to ‘get intel’ out of me or something.”
“I AM A SPY.” Neon exclaimed, blatantly annoyed at herself.
“Spies seduce people all the time, why didn’t I think of that?”
She paused again.
“But what do you mean, you can’t fit?”
Oh fuck, why did I need to explain this….
“Just because I have a dick and you have a pussy, doesn’t mean it’ll fit.”
“All the instructional videos in your private stash show women of various sizes taking cocks of similarly varied sizes, so why can’t you fit yours inside me?” she countered.
Ignoring that Neon apparently knew how to access my porn stash, I continued.
“Because this is reality, so small women can have trouble with a cock being above a certain size, and given how the head of my crown was rather firmly pressed against you and wasn’t making any progress, any attempt to push further into you was going to hurt both of us.”
Well, it was going to hurt me significantly worse than it would hurt Neon.
“Oh.” Neon hung her head, dejected.
“So we can’t have sex?”
I was so glad my cock was out and pressingly firmly against her, because it was taking all my will not to do something depraved with her, and the knowledge I had my dick out against her was all that was allowing me my wits.
“Until you visit Mary and get her help ‘retrofitting’ you, we can’t have vaginal or anal sex.”
I was making the assumption that an anus was tighter than a pussy, but I felt it’d be safer to just knock that card out of Neon’s hand.
“So we can’t have sex.”
A lascivious smirk answered her.
“And here I thought you watched all those instructional videos I had.”
I pushed right up against the smaller Nikke, pulling her close so she could feel my cock throb between us.
“While normal sex is fun to watch, pretty sure a lot of my most played videos were oral or non-penetrative acts.”
Neon bit her lip.
“I did watch those ones where that woman had a cock between her thighs a lot….”
I raised a suggestive eyebrow.
“Oh, my beautiful icon of Firepower, if you’d like me to thrust my hard, throbbing dick between your thighs, THAT I can easily arrange for you.”
But before we could do that, a rule needed to be established.
“Is that what you want?”
“Mhm.” Neon moaned.
I let go of the aroused Nikke.
“Sorry, you’ll have to speak up. As I’ve captured a spy, said spy should tell me what I shouldn’t do to ensure she doesn’t reveal her plans.”
“Push me down on to the crate, put your Firepower between my thighs, and treat me like a cumrag!” Neon said energetically, taking her own step back and lying back down on the crates, legs in the air.
I sputtered, before composing myself.
“You aren’t a cumrag, you are a lover who I’m going to touch so we can get each other off.”
I didn’t mind a bit of dirty talk, but hearing something that vulgar from the smaller Nikke was too much. We’d have to have a talk about the extent of it another time.
I’m glad Anis isn’t here, because there is no way she’d let me live down allowing Neon to call my dick ‘Firepower’.
“Oh good. I don’t get why the women in those videos act like that.” Neon giggled, “Seducing you as a lover sounds easier than pretending to be a rag.”
I laughed, as pressed my cock through the velvety softness of her thighs. It was tight, and warm, and slightly wet from Neon’s own juices.
“You’d be a bad rag. Rags are silent, and no one on base would ever say you were capable of that.”
Neon poked her tongue out, hiding her smile as I began to thrust between her thighs, using the legs I was holding on to as the leverage I needed to move her. Given that she was a Nikke, I didn’t have to worry about her moving with each plap! Of my hips against her thighs, as though she was a smaller one, she was still a combat gynoid, which meant she was heavy as fuck.
I kissed along the calf that was near my face, earning a surprised moan from her.
“What…..hah…..else can I…..do?” Neon’s breathing was becoming more ragged, as the strange foreplay from earlier had obviously had her right on the verge of her own orgasm, and my cock rubbing along the slit of her pussy and against her clit was reminding her of just how close she had been earlier and how she wouldn’t last long.
I leant forward, allowing my weight to ensure every thrust forward and pull back drew my cock along her dripping snatch.
“Use your legs to support me.” I moaned, breathless as my own orgasm was drawing everything away from my other faculties.
She complied, the embrace of her thighs now noticeably slick, her quiet moans becoming louder and more frequent as each thrust drove every inch of my cock across her clit.
As we stared as each other, her legs ensuring I couldn’t push forward and give her that lust-fuelled kissed I promised earlier, she apparently had an idea of her own, as her hands moved from her ass, to form a heart shape that she moved between her stomach, to between her breasts, to her open mouth.
“I expect good results from the Firepower your using, Commander~.” She purred through the heart shape target over her mouth.
At the erotic sight I lost control over my orgasm, as cum sprayed forth. First rope over shooting and nailing her on the forehead, before the next spurts landed in her mouth and covered her chest, before my last few ruts into her thighs ensured a nice milky white puddle covered her stomach.
“Oh! It’s like a shotgun!” Neon exclaimed, as cum dripped from her face and chest into the gooey mess on her stomach.
“Sorry Commander, you still get full marks for that impressive display of Firepower.”
Parting her thighs, I silenced Neon with my tongue, one of my hands trailing through the cum before I filled her quivering pussy with the cum-drenched digits, and finished off Neon, her loud orgasm reverberating throughout the private firing range.
Ignoring how I was tasting my cum in Neon’s mouth, I pulled back from the overstimulated Nikke.
“Don’t let Anis or Rapi know what you just called my cock.”
Neon cocked her head in confusion, before shrugging her shoulders and giggling.
“Okay. Makes sense, as those two don’t understand the appeal of Firepower.”
I could feel a migraine forming, as the already heavily loaded term now achieved a new meaning that I hoped wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass at some point.
“Do you wanna continue?” Neon was now looking at my still hard cock.
“Normally, I would be happy to until we were both sated.” I said, as I struggled but eventually managed to get my cock back into my shorts. “But as I need to make a maintenance request to Mary ASAP, I figured I should get back to the paperwork and help facilitate that happening as soon as possible.”
Neon’s features lit up, her face almost glowing with excitement.
“As much as I wanna explore what your Firepower can do to me, I agree!”
Remembering I had just made a mess of her uniform, she made a face.
“I should also shower.”
I leant forward, right next to Neon’s ear.
“Remember, my shower is big enough to share.”
I was expecting an aroused or desperate look when I next looked her in the face, but what I got was more amused exasperation.
“Big enough for four people?”
I stood up to my full height, confused.
We hadn’t even had penetrative sex yet, and she was already expecting to share me with some others? Who could she pos—
“I’M NOT CALLING YOUR DICK ‘FIREPOWER’!” someone yelled from the now open window of a second floor corridor overlooking the private range, poking her tongue out at me when realisation dawned that Anis had apparently been watching for some time.
I was never going to live this down.