Another day had passed, another day of worshipping at the altar of the Utter End. Another day of getting filthy on the detritus of its existence. I didn`t care, I was soiled by the very excrement of a Goddess, a machine of divine creation. It pains me to wipe the oil from my hands, the grease from my face and the sweat from my body. I wouldn`t have to do that until tomorrow however, for now I could revel in the scent and feeling of my Goddess`s blessing.

  I was in the cafeteria again, eating my dinner, trying to participate in casual conversation. Trying to elevate myself socially, to make a friend or even just get my name and face out there. I wasn`t having much luck. I realised I was too closed off, too guarded to really let anyone in. Any conversation started wouldn`t st long. Things would move fast or in a direction I wasn`t ready for and would quickly fizzle out.

  Those that worked in maintenance worked long hard hours with only two ways to really unwind. To drink and to fuck. Two things I desperately wanted to, but could not, participate in.

  I could not risk intoxication, of dropping my guard and allowing my secret to force its way passed wet lips. I likewise could not enjoy in casual intimacies without establishing a rapport, a safe guard, to ensure my safety. I was chained in by my identity, locked off by my fellow`s bigotry.

  I was going crazy thinking about it, running scenario`s through my head. It wasn`t doing me any good. I decided a distraction was needed, perhaps a review of the Utter Ends battle logs were in order. Ever since I had learnt they were public knowledge I had been meaning to get a look of my Goddess in action.

  I pulled out my data ste and logged into the battle net and was excited when I saw hours upon hours of raw, unedited battle footage taken of the Utter End. Each feed included a secondary stream of the pilot as well.

  I spent a good portion of my evening going from video to video marvelling in the Utter End`s destructive and ferocious behaviour. It mutited and eviscerated any who stood against it. Slicing machines apart with its super-heated bdes and obliterating smaller targets with its wrist mounted auto-cannons. Even when it was severely damaged or outnumbered it would charge in. Reckless, prideful and eager to meet death and bestow it in equal measure upon its enemies.

  I could feel myself becoming wet, my cock creeping into an erect state. Every movement, every action, every victory I witnessed by the Utter End sent wave after wave of exhiration through my body. I bit my lip to footage of my Goddess ripping a smaller mech limb from limb with its bare hands. I rubbed my thighs together as it bisected and disembowelled two enemy destroyers with damaged bdes. I dropped the data ste and took a deep breath, locked up my body and tried to calm myself down. I couldn`t afford to get myself worked up, not here, not now.

  A few minutes passed and I had regained my composure. My blood was still hot but it flowed steadily now. I reached back for my data ste to turn it off, then something caught my eye. It was the pilot feed. I switched over curiously, I wanted to get a true and honest look at the woman that piloted my Goddess.

  In the cockpit was not a person, but a creature, a monster. Bleeding from the nose, drooling from the mouth and shing and gnashing and crying out for blood. Its body contorted to manipute the machine, taking pleasure in torturing its prey, feeling anger when it was eluded. I looked into the eyes of the pilot and saw nothing but bloodlust, an uncontrolble desire to rip and tear everything it could get its hands on. It filled me with dread and it took everything I had not to become aroused again.

  [---]

  I was making my way back to the barracks struggling to get the footage of the Utter End`s pilot out of my head. When I had first seen her at the hanger she looked so calm and collected. But when she piloted the Utter End she was a beast, savage and feral, eyes burning with hatred. Cursing and crying and begging for violence, bleeding from her nose, her eyes, possessed with an uncontrolble desire to commit harm.

  The switch from calm to unhinged was jarring, I had never seen anything like it. It had my curiosity peaked, wondering which side was the real one. If the calm demeanour was simply a fa?ade, hiding the truth of the pilot`s nature.

  I rounded a corner and suddenly came face to face with someone. I stopped and looked them up and down, skin tight body suit being a dead give-away. My eyes met those of the Utter End`s pilot and I froze. I looked into her cold dead eyes expecting to find a hint of malicious intent, a feral intelligence just lurking, waiting to strike. But there was nothing, just cold empty space.

  I took a step back in awe of her presence and apologised for nearly bumping into her. I examined her briefly, my eyes lingering a second longer than they should have on her breasts and hips, perfectly encased in her body suit. If she noticed my gnces she made no notice of it.

  “Shit, I`m sorry. I should have looked where I was going.”, I spoke, forgetting myself and just who I was talking to. “I mean, apologies ma`am, forgive my ignorance.”

  That was better, more fitting for someone of her station.

  She did not reply however, just looked passed me at nothing. We both stood awkwardly for a moment, neither saying a thing. There was so much I wanted to say but simply did not know how.

  My eyes began examining her body again, getting a proper look at her features. Beyond her gssed over eyes were her lips, soft and pink with just a little bit of dryness to them. Her skin looked smooth and was pale beyond anything I had ever seen before, fresh and new born like it had never seen the sun.

  Her breasts were perky and small, like mine but just a little better shaped. Her nipples pressed through the tight confines of her body suit and made me aware of my own. They grew hard with my examination and I had to refrain from biting my lip.

  The pilot cleared her throat with a small cough and opened her mouth ready to say something then stopped. I was afraid she had caught me staring and was preparing to reprimand me but she simply remained quiet.

  I looked to her eyes, which remained pnted on the space behind me. Was I in her way? I took a step to the side and she continued walking, without any acknowledgement of me or my lustful stares.

  “It`s an honour to serve you and the Utter End.”, I blurted out in a panic, forcing myself to say something before the moment was gone.

  She stopped for a second, looked back at me with those cold dead eyes then kept on moving.

  I don`t know what had just happened but I wished with every fibre of my being that I could have done it all over again. To do better, to make an impression or something. But the moment had passed, the opportunity was gone.

  Until I turned and found myself face to face with yet another body. This time it was the Handler, standing and looking at me coldly, sizing me up. I took a step back and saluted.

  “Apologies Sergeant.”, I barked, more aware of myself this time.

  She took a step passed me and without looking spoke to me.

  “Did I see you talking to my Hound?”, she enquired, her voice soft and cool with a hint of poisoned honey in her tone.

  “Was just expressing my appreciation Sergeant.”, I crified, maintaining discipline as I had been raised to in the presence of my betters.

  “You`re appreciation is noted but unnecessary. I would prefer it if you refrained from speaking to my Hound in the future. The less interaction she has with the crew the better. Am I understood?”, she commanded, gncing at me.

  I hesitated for a moment. She noticed.

  “Understood Sergeant.”, I responded, confused but compliant.

  She said nothing, simply looked ahead and started walking again. Once she was out of sight my legs gave out and I colpsed against the wall. To come face to face with both Hound and Handler was something I never thought to experience.

  [---]

  I y in bed, staring up at the bunk above me, the pilots eyes locked in my mind. Those cold dead orbs were haunting me, burned into my brain and I couldn`t figure out why.

  Maybe it was the duality of them, their ability to seemingly switch between dead calm and vicious violence. Maybe it was their emptiness, so devour of emotion, longing to be filled with something, anything.

  Maybe it was her perky breasts and tight ass. Her boobs would fit great in my hands and her butt would feel good pressed up against my crotch.

  I shook my head, forcing the thoughts out of my mind. It was clear that I was suffering from some kind of crush on the Hound. It made sense, she was beautiful and got to pilot the Utter End and I was so very sexually frustrated.

  Even now my cock burnt with a yearning for release. It was hard and firm under my sheets and took both my hands to conceal it. I turned over onto my side to better hide it, frustrated at the ck of privacy. I was going to be stuck with this thing for hours or until I fell asleep.

  I contempted rubbing one out in secret, small slow movements that wouldn`t arouse suspicion. It was too risky though, it only took one person to see and get suspicious. I would just have to suffer it and wait till morning.