Self Maintenance

Elysse gripped the solid cold steel of her lance as he hid behind a wall. She heard the close rumbling of that massive and accursed tank, Batomys, wasn't it called? As she kept her eyes closed, she heard the percussive 'THUMP' of its main gun firing followed by the chatter of machine guns. Leaning carefully out, she spied her target: the massive ragnite radiators pulsing with power. Taking careful aim, she fired from a kneeling position and smiled as the massive rocket slammed into one, reducing it to useless scrap.

Suddenly, she heard a fearful yell from Largo as she saw the arrival of the massive relief force sent to help the Batomys, led by their General Selvaria. Her form glowed with an eerie blue outline as she brought her lance to bear, firing volleys of blasts toward her friends. Cursing, she once again ducked behind cover.

She heard another 'THUMP' as the Edelweiss fired it's main cannon, shattering the last ragnite generator. "...All units, f...on the Ba...I say again, ...ire on the Batomys. Take it o..."

The static interference was stronger than normal, and Elysse didn't doubt for a moment that the enemy general was causing it. Cursing, she loaded another rocket tip and aimed at the treads, firing another shot. The rocket slammed into it but the tank looked no worse for the wear...and suddenly, she heard the rapid chatter of its machine guns in response. A bullet glanced off her shoulder shield and she ducked behind cover once again.

Her fellow lancers were pouring fire onto the Batomys and she wiped the sweat from her brow as she aimed once again at the tank and fired. This time, her shot slammed into the barrel, and she nodded in satisfaction.

"Main force...do not let...ander retreat. Do not..."

The tank was slowly lurching backwards, and Elysse followed the Edelweiss as it continued to fire upon the Batomys. Suddenly, a massive figure interposed itself between their targets, and as the Edelweiss fired, the General swung her weapon and batted the tank shell away.

"That...that's not possible!" she heard people gasp in amazement. However, she made no further movements and disappeared with the rest of the Imps into the desert.

***

"...and you're saying she deflected a shell?" the skeptical General asked Elysse, as if expecting her answer to have been any different from the other militiamen and women he'd asked.

"Yes, sir," came the curt reply.

He shook his head. "Lancer Elysse Moore, dismissed. Do not discuss what we have been discussing outside of this room."

Outside, a line of other Squad 7's were waiting. "What'd he ask you about?" The next person in line was Dallas, and she looked clearly unhappy.

"The same thing he's asked everyone else, Dallas, and that's if we saw what we really saw. He doesn't sound convinced despite the fact we've all signed these statements." Elysse tugged at her starchy uniform in discomfort. "Oh, and we're not supposed to talk about it."

"What the hell else does he want?" Behind Dallas, Alex Raymond poked in. "We can yell ourselves hoarse at that fat pompous, bast-excuse me, ma'am," not sounding all that respectful, but Elysse let it slide, "That general doesn't seem to believe in a single thing we've done."

Elysse sighed. "Listen, I think I'm going to blow off some steam and tune my weapon up. I'll be heading to my room if anyone needs me." Dallas and Alex waved her off as she turned around a corner and grinned, knowing exactly what she was going to do.

Elysse walked into her room and locked it shut, as she placed her back against the door and sighed. God, no one had ever mentioned charging into enemy tanks the size of houses while dodging the wrath of an Valkyrur while she attacked! Doubly making sure her room was locked, she slowly began to strip off her uniform. Heading for the shower, she turned it onto full blast and as hot as she could stand.

She sighed as the hot water ran over her body, washing off all the dirt and grime she'd accumulated from that campaign. Ugh, she'd have to replace her armor too, get more ammo tips, and review more intelligence papers about known Imp movements.

Whaaaaatever...for now, all of that could wait. Leaning against the shower wall and letting the hot water cleanse her.

After a while, though, she found her left hand sliding down to between her legs. She made a small noise of approval as her fingers began the usual stroking motion, letting them ease the pent up tension out of her. Her other hand naturally found her breasts as she started to rub them in a circular motion. "Ohh..."

A familiar stickiness flooded her lower legs as she pushed two of her fingers inside of her. Stopping to gasp for breath, she stopped for a second, enjoying the wetness. Slowly taking her digits out, she placed them into her mouth and delicately began to suckle them, enjoying the sweet taste of her own juice.

Elysse suckled her fingers dry, then mischievously decided to lay on the floor of her shower, her ass in the air and her legs spread wide as she used both her hands to pleasure herself. Her mouth was half open, a small stream of saliva trailing from her mouth onto her chin as she kept her eyes closed, giving into the waves of pleasure coming from between her legs. Finally, when she couldn't take it any longer, she gave in and let the orgasm take her. She lay in that position for a while, before moving her hand to wipe her mouth and shutting the shower off.

Oh, but she wasn't even CLOSE to done.

Moving into her room, still stark naked, she located her lance...Oh, how often she'd done this, and yet it never ceased to be fun. Like most items of this day and age, the lance was a product of its time, loaded with a miniature ragnite engine to fire it's rockets toward the enemy. The engine could be put to other uses, however...

Elysse flicked it on and set it to low power, usually used for maintenance. The engine hummed as she placed the lance between her legs, and she gasped as she wrapped her legs around the massive pole, her juices allowing the lance to become slick and easy to slide about.

She continued to ride her lance, enjoying the vibration between her legs, sliding back and forth over the cold steel. Using the upper part of the lance, she carefully guided it between her breasts, feeling the vibration there too. She continued to use her hands to press further into the steel.

With a sly smile, she finally decided to go all the way as she took the live warhead off and replaced it with a dummy head. The dummy head was simply a rocket tipped with a rounded steel pole...and absolutely perfect for her current masturbation session. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to push it inside herself, feeling the quivering pole thrust deep into her.

"Ah-!" was all she could muster. She stopped and let the lance vibrate inside her for a while, and then she she started to move up and down on it as best she could, using her hands to tease her nipples and clit at the same time.

Elysse continued to shudder as she continued her session, and then, with her face buried in her pillow, she mustered a loud cry as she climaxed. Exhausted, she nonetheless removed the dummy tip, licking and sucking it to get every last drop off. Satisfied, she snuggled deep into her covers and passed out.

***

"So, you needed to do 'room maintenance' on your weapon again, bro?" Leon asked as he flipped the weapon around, inspecting it.

"Yep."

"My, my, an awful lot of young girls like yourself have gotten a lot more confident in doing that..." Leon handed the weapon back. "Must be fun, right?"

"You have no idea," Elysse said as she shouldered the weapon.