I felt clouds clear in my mind, as bright lights flooded my vision. I turned my head, trying to roll over. Ow. A shooting pain ran up my arm. Oh right, broken. Fuck. I quickly rolled back over and moaned in pain.

Trying to open my eyes again, I saw stars. Where am I? What happened? Last… I was on a mission. In the Sunset, no external weapons. Three imperials, I was a good dog. Two imperials, catch. One- Moonrise. Oh god, Elara. I shifted on whatever surface I was on. It felt soft. Rolling onto my good arm, I pushed.

All the strength immediately left my arm, and I cried out in pain. Please. I needed to get up. Was Elara okay? I swung my arm back out, calling for attention. I felt my hand strike something, and heard a clatter. A shout. Hands grabbed my arm.

Let me go, I need to see her. I need her to be okay.

I couldn’t move my arm. I started kicking my legs. I needed to be free.

“Pyralis! Pyralis calm down, you’re in the medical bay!”

Who was that? I was in the medical bay? Oh. Oh right, my arm’s broken. Where’s Elara?

“E-Ellee..” I tried to yell out for Elara. My mouth wasn’t working. They kept trying to keep me down, I needed to see her. I felt another set of hands on my arm, pressing down harder. The lights started to get brighter again.

Elara wasn’t okay. She was crying. She was in my arms, crying. She had to save me. I failed Elara. I wasn’t a good dog. I failed my master. She needed me. I needed to be better.

“Pleeee. Pleas… Ell-” I kept trying to yell out for her. “Whheare’s Ellie?” My vision began to clear, as I felt a hand on my face. I saw Doctor Preon and Regent standing over me, holding my arm.

“Commander Callisto walked out a few hours ago. You were injured in your last combat, and you need to rest, Pyralis.” Preon looked upset at me, and hadn’t let go of my arm. If anything, she pressed down harder now that I was coherent.

“L-let. Let my arm go, I’m okay. Is Elara okay? Is she hurt? Did she do anything to herself?” I forced the words out of my mouth. I stared up at Doctor Preon, scowling a bit. She slowly let go of my good arm. I stretched it a bit, and prodded at the cast on my other arm. Fun.

Sometimes I wish I had a robotic hand like Elara. If only for the faster recovery, although it’s not like I’m about to bite my arm off for it. I lightly punched myself for the poor joke.

Doctor Regent responded, catching his breath, “Commander Callisto is in good health. We replaced her arms before she woke up again, and as last reported by Mission Manager Reach, she is eating and recovering emotionally. You, on the other hand, need at least one week’s time to recover and rest, as well as daily checkups for the next month, to ensure your arm is healing correctly. I politely ask you to refrain from damaging any more equipment while you recover.” He emphasized the last statement, glancing at the knocked-over IV stand and a spilled bag of saline.

Reach. Rhine was watching over Ellie. Okay. Still eating, and not isolating. “Yeah, sure. Thanks, Reg.” I nodded at Preon, and sat up in my bed. I thought for a second, as Doctor Regent began to leave. What would Elara want me to do?

“Can I get a cup of water? Some painkillers for the week as well. I’m going to check out.” I did feel a little parched, and I’d save Elara the trip to grab my meds.

Doctor Preon sighed, “Regent, please fetch some water for her. I’ll sign her out.” She bent down to pick up a clipboard, knocked to the floor by myself just earlier.

“Refrain from any… straining activity for the next two weeks, and the cast can come off in a few days. You won’t be able to pilot, obviously. Of course, you’re going to ignore at least half of that. All I ask is that you give it at least two days before you start doing something stupid.”

Unconsciously I nodded, only really paying attention to her last sentence, “Thanks, Doc.” I’d get Preon something nice from the cantina, maybe work to get her some nicer hours for a week or two.

I swung my legs out of bed, ripping off the pads attached to my chest, and grabbed my jacket and knife off the side table. “I’ll try to keep out of trouble, just for you,” I gave Doctor Preon a little wink. She rolled her eyes and turned around, heading after Regent.

As they left, I crept out of bed, following Preon towards where I presumed she could pick up the painkillers before she left. Before I got too far I spotted Regent coming back with a little bag, as well as a cup of water. I gave her a big smile as I took the water, downing it in a single gulp, before grabbing the bag and heading to the door.

I tried putting on my jacket, sticking my good arm through, but couldn’t figure out how to put the sling my other arm was in through the heavy jacket. Guess I’ll just… tie this to my side. The jacket hung haphazardly off my back, and I looked like I had just woken up from a very inconvenient nap.

Stepping outside, I yelled back, “Thanks again! See you in two days, or something!” Chuckling a bit, I decided to head towards my dormitory, before going to see Ellie. Needed to freshen up a bit before I looked her in the eyes again.

Once I heard the doors slide shut behind me, I looked around. No other doctors in the vicinity, good to head out. I launched myself forward, barreling down the halls towards the staff living quarters, almost slamming into a trainee on my way there. Yelling out a quick apology, I kept running. The air in my face, the blood pumping in my legs. There were some needs that The Sunset would never fulfill, and this was one of them.

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I heard a knock at the door, as I was looking into any further files we had on Gerard. So far, nothing. As I opened my mouth to respond, the door slid open.

Pyralis stood there, arm in a sling, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She looked healthy, especially for somebody who had just been in the equivalent of a car crash. I quickly shut out the tabs I had open on Gerard and turned my head to her.

“Pyr! Thank god you’re alright, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke, I was um-” I quickly closed some more windows on the machine. “Checking something, sorry.” She probably knew what I was doing, but she knew that it was important to me.

“It’s okay, starlight. I’m alright. Thanks to you.” I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as she spoke. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, and smiled back at the bundle of life she called master.

I blushed a bit at the pet name, and turned my face to hide a grin from her. “Shut up, sunshine. You know the rules, down girl.” I turned back to see my lover already kneeling at my side. I reached a hand out slowly to her head, as she pressed into the touch. Gently petting her hair, I bent over to plant a kiss on her forehead.

She whimpered in response, hungry for more of my love. She needed it, needed me. We completed each other. I used one hand to shut off the computer, and turned my full attention to my needy little pet. Taking another glance at her sling, I thought I should probably take it slightly easier on her today.

“You did so good out there for me, didn’t you? You’re so perfect, just for me.” I continued caressing her head, brushing the hair out of her face. “Good girls get their treat, isn’t that right?”

Pyralis immediately started panting as Elara mentioned a treat. Her reward. She was such a good dog, she kept her master safe. She barked in response, whining to show her need.

I brushed the jacket she was half-wearing off of her shoulder, and began to take off her shirt, making eye contact for as long as possible. Her beautiful orange eyes were one of the many reasons we named her mech the Sunset.

“Yes, you’ve been such a good hound for me, haven’t you? You love your master. You can claim your treat now, love.” I began to strip, taking off the shirt I had thrown on after entering our room, and slipping out of the bra I was wearing. Pyr began biting at my shorts, pulling them off with her teeth. Soon I was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, looking down at Pyr.

Pyralis started drooling, watching her beloved lay bare for her. She felt a heat grow between her legs, pouncing onto her reward. She ripped away the panties hiding her treat, as she unveiled the metal vulva between my legs. Pyr hesitantly licked at it, before I grabbed the back of her head, shoving it forward.

She began lapping at it more aggressively, as I moaned a cry of joy. “I love you, oh god, please.” I shoved her head into my crotch harder, and began grinding against her face. Pyr was almost squealing in between my thighs, whimpering out of pleasure. I squeezed my legs together tighter as she began to lick faster and faster.

My beautiful animal. I bucked my hips, slamming into her face, pulling back for a second, as she didn’t stop, chasing her treat. She barked into my vagina, shoving her tongue deeper into me. I whined at her, continuing to slam my hips into her head.

Pyr was tasting pure pleasure, her master’s prosthetic implant secreting sweet-tasting liquids into her mouth. This was her treat, her reward for protecting her master. She reached deeper in, trying to clean the metal organ of all its liquids. Pyralis scraped her teeth on the surface of my implant, whining for more.

I turned up the liquid production by a bit in my vagina, squirting some of the nectar onto her face. She made a face of delight at my spill, going at her prize with even more vigor. My mind felt like it was spinning, as I screamed out for her, orgasming and spurting even more liquid on her face.

Hearing my sighing, Pyr began to slow down, smiling, eyes seemingly lost in pleasure. My eyes shot downwards, looking at her now-soaked crotch. “Somebody made a mess of herself, didn’t she?” I tilted my head at her, putting a hand below her now-damp chin, forcing her to look at me. “Looks like I’ll have to clean up your little spill, hm?”

She barked in response, nodding her head quickly as she quickly slipped out of her soaked undergarments. Pyr looked back up into my eyes, waiting for me to take the lead. I looked down, staring at her slick cock, shaft glistening in the dim light of the room.

“Good girl, now present yourself.” I gently kicked her over with my foot, making sure she landed on her good arm. Despite her size, she fell over with ease, spreading her legs towards me, giving me a wonderful sight of her lower region, rock hard, just for me.

I stood up off my chair, admiring my beautiful lover. She was perfect, in every way. Every little scar on her skin was a reminder of what she’d done to be here with me. Each blemish told her story and why she was mine. I kicked her legs open wider for me, wanting to see every last inch of her crotch.

Gently kneeling down, I reached a hand under her shirt, giving her belly rubs while she squealed needily. Her head rolled back, as I gave the tip of her cock a lick. I tasted the slightly salty precum leaking out of her and savored the sensation of her juices. She whined, wanting more after the little taste I had given her. I dove back in, taking half of her length into my mouth, running a circle around her shaft with my free hand, and continuing to rub her stomach all the while.

Pyr moaned as I bobbed on her dick, drinking in her taste, not spilling a drop of my pet’s leakage. She made sure to keep her hands above her head, ensuring to give me full control over her body. Beginning to thrust into my head, I slapped her thigh, moaning onto her length. Taking a quick breath, I mumbled a “Good dog,” before continuing my meal.

She continued bucking, while my hand roamed across her body. I continued petting her, until I felt she was nearing her peak. She reared up to scream, as I stopped my sucking abruptly. She looked down at me with a look of betrayal, immediately whimpering for me to finish giving her my present. I pulled away, watching her buck her hips into the air as I giggled at the pathetic little beast on the ground in front of me.

“Beg, hound. I want you to convince me why you should be rewarded.” I put a foot on her stomach, applying pressure. Pyralis whimpered in response, whining louder as I looked at her expectantly. “Pl.. Pleaaashh I’ve been so well behaved for youu,” She continued pleading for her reward.

“Good dog,” I said with a smile on my face, lifting my foot and falling to the ground over her. Turning my body to align with her, I positioned myself over her still-hard cock. I let myself fall onto it, as I collapsed onto her. She tilted her head down to look at me, until I grabbed her head and pressed my lips to hers. She began moaning into my mouth as I rode her, pleasure overwhelming my mind, my hand reaching to her back and squeezing her against me. I murmured that I loved her into her mouth, drowned out by the wet slapping of our undersides, and her loud panting.

I felt a warm sensation in my lower half as she screamed out, cumming deep inside me. I held her head tight, feeling her shaft go soft, slipping out of my insides. Pyr whimpered, before breaking the kiss and pressing her head into the crook of my neck.

I thought of Gerard.

“You’ve been so well behaved, and I think you’ve been punished enough for your failure. You’re forgiven. I love you, Pyr.” I continued stroking her head, but I felt her back go tense as I said that she had enough punishment. I felt her try to shake her head no while burying it in my shoulder, as I shushed her.

“Your doctors said you needed to take it easy, my love. But… if you truly want to be punished for your failure… then you shall have one. A light one.” I gently freed myself of her, standing above her disheveled body on the ground.

“Just know, I’m not upset with you. You did so well, which is why I’m giving you this, okay? I love you, Pyr.” My voice broke a bit. I reached into the drawer, and pulled out one of my smaller whips, cracking it in the air. Pyralis’s eyes widened at the implement, whimpering at me.

“No turning back now, mutt. Stand up and turn around,” I said, while fiddling with the whip. This was a basic leather lash, with no additions, unlike many other items in my arsenal. Those were for truly bad behavior. This was just routine.

Pyralis stood slowly, ensuring to keep her broken arm in a comfortable position, before turning to show me her backside. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t yes ma’am me, mutt. I am your mistress and you will address me as such. Now you’re going to count your strikes, up to ten. If you fail to count a strike, I’ll be restarting, okay?” I readied my dominant arm.

She nodded gently, “Yes mistress, I under-” She was cut off by a strike to her left buttock. “One! Thank you, mistress.”

I nodded, striking her back, and then the back of her thigh in quick succession. She began to fall, before quickly recovering.

“Two! Three! Thank you very much, mistress!” She yelled out, and I could hear the tears starting to form in her voice. She would take all ten for me beautifully.

I followed up with a quick assault, not quite bothering where I was striking, just that they were hard. She fell to the ground, sobbing as she counted.

“Four! Fi- Five! Six! Se- ghk” I cracked the whip into her back once more, as she paused. “Seven! Thank you, mistress!”

I decided to let her miscounting slide and finished up with three more strikes to her back. Every little mark a story.

“Eight, Nine! Ten! Thank you, thank you so much, mistress. I love you, Elara. I love you so much.” She crawled to my feet, kissing my ankles and thighs. I sat down on the floor and began petting her. Jumping into my lap, I kissed her as she sobbed gently in my grasp.

“I love you too, Pyr. I always will.” I continued petting her into the night, picking her up and carrying her to bed as the sun went down. Everything was going to be alright.