SillyGingerbread
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They called it the Great Mech War III - or GMWIII - and it had spanned all across the galaxy for at least a century. In many ways, the war had become a way of life - shaping and developing culture down to the very roots. A very, very, VERY long time ago, someone once posited a theory that if life besides humanity existed, it would prove to be very dangerous and likely looking to exploit humanity's resources. As it turned out, they were right.
Very few alien races were actually peaceful and diplomatic. A large majority of them were either scavenging opportunists or war-like beings intent on exploitation and enslaving other beings. The mech program was created to counteract such threat. Meanwhile, as humanity spread out across the stars and began colonizing planets, other problems began to emerge. Some of the colonies began to fight against each other. So, it was little wonder that peacetime was something very few people understood or knew about.
The colony planet Bangora-6 was a planet very much like the now-defunct relic known as Earth. It was one out of 15 associated colony planets that made up the Domman Republic (which was currently at war with other bands of associated human colonies - the Biztori Collective and the Terronius Empire - as well as a sizable number of alien cultures). As to be expected, this meant that talented mech pilots were in high demand, and it could sometimes be a struggle to fill such positions due to the fact that mechs required two co-pilots with a strong neural connection (facilitated by a technology that allowed for neural linking) in order to operate effectively. The war itself often meant that losing mechs and mech pilots was a decent possibility.
As such, mech pilots were required by the military to breed as often as possible. Male and female co-pilots were required to couple in order to pass down their genetics to a new generation of the best of the best pilots while male paired co-pilots were required to go out and essentially knock up any able-bodied, child-bearing adult woman available. The military had even provided (along with the astonishing number of vaccinations) virility and fertility supplements to aid in this process.
Male virility supplements allowed for higher sperm counts and semen production in general, boosted testorone levels allowed for an insanely high libido, lower refractory periods, speedy healing (a good bonus when one faced certain danger in the war), and it even tended to increase the size of a man's cock and balls. Meanwhile, female fertility supplements led to an increased chance of pregnancy with multiples, reduced pregnancy time (only 3 months), speedy healing (great for the war and recovery from intense sex, pregnancy, and it even tended to help a woman's pussy retain perfect fuckable tightness), increased lactation, and of course - an insanely high libido.
It was little wonder, then, that a male-dominated society with rules regarding free use of adult women had developed. And in response - the details of which often only incentivized women to go into the mech pilot program (though, the benefits, privileges, the status, and the high honor and duty associated with all the war propaganda helped as well) - in order to ensure that male copilots had exclusive breeding rights to their female co-pilots in order to better create a generation of better and better mech pilots - the collar and leash laws were implemented.
These laws protected female co-pilots from becoming free use for any Tom, Dick, and Harry that wanted her. Anyone who dared even so much as touch a collared female co-pilot besides the male co-pilot she essentially belonged to would face harsh consequences. Of course, the collar also symbolized the fact that the male co-pilot could breed his female co-pilot anytime (and in many cases anywhere) he pleased.
In addition, it had been discovered that family pairs often had a higher chance of forming a strong neural connection. It was not the case for all family pairs, of course, but it had been significant enough that while incest was still considered taboo and forbidden by society at large, mech pilots were exempt from such laws. Male and female co-pilots who were related to each other were also expected, required, and encouraged to breed with each other as much as possible to create the next generation of superior mech pilots.
Babies were sent to special facilities to be raised and trained.
These particular aspects of her society weighed heavily on Jendova's mind now that she had recently turned 18 years old. She had entered the mech pilot training program at a young age - inspired by the stories of war heroes, feeling obligated by duty to her colony, and of course - wanting to follow in her older brother's footsteps. The two had practically been inseperable when they were kids.
Studying and training was often grueling, and it was not uncommon for people to drop out, but Jendova had stuck through it all with determination, ambition, and no small amount of grit. She worked extra hard once she had turned 18, so that she could pass the mech pilot entrance exams. For her, failure was not an option.
It was also not uncommon for trainees to fail the entrance exam - and it was also not uncommon for male mech pilots to be waiting outside the door at the end of the Walk-of-Shame hall ready to enjoy a hot, breedable 18 year old girl failure.
Fortunately, she had passed with flying colors. And she could hardly wait for the day her future male co-pilot collared her, so she wouldn't have to worry about such a thing any longer.
Now that she had passed, she was given her fertility supplements (which she took dutifully - it was an important responsibility after all) and the only thing left was for her to be shipped off to the prestigious Breddan Mech Military Academy (BMMA) to begin the process of matching with a male co-pilot - which involved seeing if they were neural connection compatible.
Potential matches were often determined by a combination of test scores, reflex tests, and personality tests. So, even though family members usually formed strong neural connections, whether they ended up matched with each other largely depended on the results of their respective tests. It didn't happen all that often, but sometimes, it did.
Jendova knew her older brother had not yet been matched with another co-pilot. So, there was a distinct possibility that she could end up matched with him. She hadn't gotten a chance to see him since he passed basic training. So, she was looking forward to getting a chance to see him again.
The implications of possibly being matched with her own brother made her a little dizzy. On the one hand, she knew her big brother (which would probably help offset her nerves at being matched with a complete stranger) and she knew he would take care of her. But on the other hand, he was her brother! It was kind of strange to think about... well... her duties in that regard.
She really wasn't sure where her preferences laid on that front. There were upsides to a stranger, too, after all. Were it not for all the training she had been through, she would've been extremely nervous - as it was - she was only kind of jittery.
When it came time for her to step through the doors of the BMMA, she tried to keep her brave face on. Her long, wavy red-orange locks bounced in time with her B-cup breasts (which were barely contained within a standard military female issue skin-tight red and black jumpsuit which showed off her cleavage and the sides of her breasts and had easily accessible zippers) as she walked those hallowed halls towards the matching arrangement auditorium.
She could sense that some prospective male co-pilots had eyes on her from the get-go, and she couldn't help but blush furiously. By all accounts, it looked like she was the smallest woman in the auditorium - standing at only 5'0. She tried to ignore the men that were watching her and searched for her older brother.
It was not hard to find him - he was definitely one of the larger men in the room height-wise (and muscle-wise in most cases) with him standing at 6'4. Her sparkling blue eyes lit up at the sight of him as she waved exuberantly - causing her breasts to bounce even more vigorously - almost but not quite threatening to spill out of her jumpsuit.
"Thor!" she called out.
Then, she made a run for him and in a moment, she had smashed her breasts against his abdomen with her arms wrapped tightly around his muscular frame as best as she could (for she was small, and he was a large man). "Stars! I've missed you."
She pulled back to look up at him. "Will you sit next to me while we're waiting for the captain to call out our potential matches?"
Very few alien races were actually peaceful and diplomatic. A large majority of them were either scavenging opportunists or war-like beings intent on exploitation and enslaving other beings. The mech program was created to counteract such threat. Meanwhile, as humanity spread out across the stars and began colonizing planets, other problems began to emerge. Some of the colonies began to fight against each other. So, it was little wonder that peacetime was something very few people understood or knew about.
The colony planet Bangora-6 was a planet very much like the now-defunct relic known as Earth. It was one out of 15 associated colony planets that made up the Domman Republic (which was currently at war with other bands of associated human colonies - the Biztori Collective and the Terronius Empire - as well as a sizable number of alien cultures). As to be expected, this meant that talented mech pilots were in high demand, and it could sometimes be a struggle to fill such positions due to the fact that mechs required two co-pilots with a strong neural connection (facilitated by a technology that allowed for neural linking) in order to operate effectively. The war itself often meant that losing mechs and mech pilots was a decent possibility.
As such, mech pilots were required by the military to breed as often as possible. Male and female co-pilots were required to couple in order to pass down their genetics to a new generation of the best of the best pilots while male paired co-pilots were required to go out and essentially knock up any able-bodied, child-bearing adult woman available. The military had even provided (along with the astonishing number of vaccinations) virility and fertility supplements to aid in this process.
Male virility supplements allowed for higher sperm counts and semen production in general, boosted testorone levels allowed for an insanely high libido, lower refractory periods, speedy healing (a good bonus when one faced certain danger in the war), and it even tended to increase the size of a man's cock and balls. Meanwhile, female fertility supplements led to an increased chance of pregnancy with multiples, reduced pregnancy time (only 3 months), speedy healing (great for the war and recovery from intense sex, pregnancy, and it even tended to help a woman's pussy retain perfect fuckable tightness), increased lactation, and of course - an insanely high libido.
It was little wonder, then, that a male-dominated society with rules regarding free use of adult women had developed. And in response - the details of which often only incentivized women to go into the mech pilot program (though, the benefits, privileges, the status, and the high honor and duty associated with all the war propaganda helped as well) - in order to ensure that male copilots had exclusive breeding rights to their female co-pilots in order to better create a generation of better and better mech pilots - the collar and leash laws were implemented.
These laws protected female co-pilots from becoming free use for any Tom, Dick, and Harry that wanted her. Anyone who dared even so much as touch a collared female co-pilot besides the male co-pilot she essentially belonged to would face harsh consequences. Of course, the collar also symbolized the fact that the male co-pilot could breed his female co-pilot anytime (and in many cases anywhere) he pleased.
In addition, it had been discovered that family pairs often had a higher chance of forming a strong neural connection. It was not the case for all family pairs, of course, but it had been significant enough that while incest was still considered taboo and forbidden by society at large, mech pilots were exempt from such laws. Male and female co-pilots who were related to each other were also expected, required, and encouraged to breed with each other as much as possible to create the next generation of superior mech pilots.
Babies were sent to special facilities to be raised and trained.
These particular aspects of her society weighed heavily on Jendova's mind now that she had recently turned 18 years old. She had entered the mech pilot training program at a young age - inspired by the stories of war heroes, feeling obligated by duty to her colony, and of course - wanting to follow in her older brother's footsteps. The two had practically been inseperable when they were kids.
Studying and training was often grueling, and it was not uncommon for people to drop out, but Jendova had stuck through it all with determination, ambition, and no small amount of grit. She worked extra hard once she had turned 18, so that she could pass the mech pilot entrance exams. For her, failure was not an option.
It was also not uncommon for trainees to fail the entrance exam - and it was also not uncommon for male mech pilots to be waiting outside the door at the end of the Walk-of-Shame hall ready to enjoy a hot, breedable 18 year old girl failure.
Fortunately, she had passed with flying colors. And she could hardly wait for the day her future male co-pilot collared her, so she wouldn't have to worry about such a thing any longer.
Now that she had passed, she was given her fertility supplements (which she took dutifully - it was an important responsibility after all) and the only thing left was for her to be shipped off to the prestigious Breddan Mech Military Academy (BMMA) to begin the process of matching with a male co-pilot - which involved seeing if they were neural connection compatible.
Potential matches were often determined by a combination of test scores, reflex tests, and personality tests. So, even though family members usually formed strong neural connections, whether they ended up matched with each other largely depended on the results of their respective tests. It didn't happen all that often, but sometimes, it did.
Jendova knew her older brother had not yet been matched with another co-pilot. So, there was a distinct possibility that she could end up matched with him. She hadn't gotten a chance to see him since he passed basic training. So, she was looking forward to getting a chance to see him again.
The implications of possibly being matched with her own brother made her a little dizzy. On the one hand, she knew her big brother (which would probably help offset her nerves at being matched with a complete stranger) and she knew he would take care of her. But on the other hand, he was her brother! It was kind of strange to think about... well... her duties in that regard.
She really wasn't sure where her preferences laid on that front. There were upsides to a stranger, too, after all. Were it not for all the training she had been through, she would've been extremely nervous - as it was - she was only kind of jittery.
When it came time for her to step through the doors of the BMMA, she tried to keep her brave face on. Her long, wavy red-orange locks bounced in time with her B-cup breasts (which were barely contained within a standard military female issue skin-tight red and black jumpsuit which showed off her cleavage and the sides of her breasts and had easily accessible zippers) as she walked those hallowed halls towards the matching arrangement auditorium.
She could sense that some prospective male co-pilots had eyes on her from the get-go, and she couldn't help but blush furiously. By all accounts, it looked like she was the smallest woman in the auditorium - standing at only 5'0. She tried to ignore the men that were watching her and searched for her older brother.
It was not hard to find him - he was definitely one of the larger men in the room height-wise (and muscle-wise in most cases) with him standing at 6'4. Her sparkling blue eyes lit up at the sight of him as she waved exuberantly - causing her breasts to bounce even more vigorously - almost but not quite threatening to spill out of her jumpsuit.
"Thor!" she called out.
Then, she made a run for him and in a moment, she had smashed her breasts against his abdomen with her arms wrapped tightly around his muscular frame as best as she could (for she was small, and he was a large man). "Stars! I've missed you."
She pulled back to look up at him. "Will you sit next to me while we're waiting for the captain to call out our potential matches?"
