Of Technology and Earned Sweat

Dusk broke through into Rizzrack’s workshop as he continued to work on his Timbersaw. The workshop itself was a somewhat cramped metal shack that had been scattered with tools here and there. His machine sat down on a wall, near the edge of total malfunction. Stripped bolts, warped joints and dented paneling signaled a long night for crazed keenkin. Aware of this massive project, Rizzrack had the sense to ask for some help from a certain Tinker called Boush. “Heh. Man. You really did a number to this guy…”, the Tinker commented, taking a puff from his pipe while running a gloved hand over the many damages the tree shredding monstrosity had taken in a recent skirmish.

Boush could see and hear a well built machine anywhere near him, for it to be in such condition means that reckless behavior was involved. “So, Rizz’. You want to talk?”, Boush questioned, but Rizzrack remained silent as he sat in the cockpit working on an area behind his seat. “C’mon now. It doesn’t take someone as smart as me to see there’s something wrong…”, the pink keenkin continued to lean over his piloting seat working on some circuitry. The Tinker got upset immediately and stormed on top of the cockpit over where Rizzrack was working, leaning over to make sure he couldn’t be ignored. “Look, you rose colored ingrate, I didn’t come all this way to be ignored.”, Boush stated as he set off a mild alarm in the mobile suit, giving the miniature lumberjack reason to panic. “Tinker, I really think you should move.”, Rizzrack stated, but Tinker continued to gripe, somehow not hearing the alarm. Rizzrack and Boush’s argument got more and more heated as the alarm grew louder and louder until there was final signal blared and Rizzrack knew it was too late. “GET DOWN, ALREADY!!”, Rizzrack exclaimed as he pulled down Boush further onto him as the mobile suit’s defense mechanism activate with near light speed almost taking Boush’s head clean off, but leaving the two keenkin in a compromising position. As the cockpit shut completely, dim red lights lit the inside of the hull and the pink keenkin sighed heavily. “Thanks a lot, genius.”, Rizzrack said with thick sarcastic tone. “Now, we’re in here with you mounting me like a beast in heat.”, and as the pink guy stated, the Reactive Armor didn’t retract as normal and was infact stuck in place. With the metallic plating in place, Boush and Rizzrack were held in place with the purple keenkin getting
more and more distressed.

Rizzrack noticed and got a mischievous smile, commencing to grind against Boush’s crotch. “W-what’re you doing?”, queried Boush as his pants got a little tighter. “Oh, please, Tinker.”, Rizzrack chuckled as the pink gremlin continued to press his rear against Boush. “I’m aware of the exact number of gazes that come across me and as for you, your gazes are not only the highest,”, Rizzrack teased, “but they go up as I start to sweat. As I am now.”, the pink keenkin had been working on his machine long before the Tinker had arrived, moving broken parts off, working on them and then placing them back as much as he could by himself. Boush had taken a certain interest in his fellow, but to think his fidgety friend would be so forthcoming was rather off putting. Then suddenly
Rizzrack started to slowly take off his overalls and slide them to his waist, exposing his sweaty and somewhat toned back for Boush to see. “Okay, I’ll admit…I’ve been a bit wound up lately. So, help me relax, won’tcha?”,
The Tinker took that as a full invitation to work the manic man’s overalls down enough to get Rizzrack’s ass out into the open. Boush licked his lips with anticipation as he began to undo his belt revealing a modestly sized purple cock which he began to grind against the pink rear in front of him. Tinker’s cock pulsated with anticipation as his precum and Rizzrack’s sweat merged together to make an enticing new scent filling the cockpit. Boush couldn’t hold himself back and quickly entered his cock into the ass of Rizzrack.

The eyes of the pink keenkin shot wide open as he moaned in pain and pleasure. Rizzrack slammed his fist against the plating that trapped him and Tinker, bracing the cock that just split him in half. Boush’s abrupt entry made the small lumberjack writhe around until he calmed down and looked back, nodding to Tinker, signaling he was finally ready. Tinker slowly started to move his hips in and out of Rizzrack, being taken in by the tight pink ass in front of him. The Tinker moved forward with a bit of force and slowly worked his way out rhythmically, savoring every moment. Rizzrack moaned and arched his back from Boush’s motions bracing himself against his machine, mouth agape and tongue out, quivering in delight. Ecstasy quaked through the lumberjack’s body as Tinker pounded his rear over and over again. Rizzrack’s cock peeked out from his bundled overalls just above his knees, jutting some precum onto the seat of his machine. The pink keenkin started to clench around Boush’s cock and work with his thrusts. Tinker was sent over the edge and gave Rizzrack a strong thrust, cumming inside him. Tinker grunted loudly as he held Rizzrack really close. The lumberjack felt the Boush’s last thrust and ejaculated all over the back of his seat, moaning as loud as his Chakram decimating ripping through an iron wood forest.

Boush and Rizzrack were panting in the afterglow, savoring their brief bonding and taking their time to clean up a bit in their due to still being in the Rizzrack’s machine. “Alright that was fun, but we should really start working on a way out of here…”, Boush started looking around for some way out as Rizzrack was already messing around in a some wiring inside his machine. Rizzrack then suddenly pulled a rubber tube out into his cockpit that was hissing with air and the Reactive Armor paneling unlocked loudly from position. Boush heard the paneling, gripped it’s side and moved it all the way over to it’s fully retracted position. The keenkin readjusted to their newly found freedom, Rizzrack sat down in his chair, sitting right up as to not dirty his overalls and Boush sat down on an open space on Rizzrack’s dashboard. “You could’ve done that sooner, ya little twerp.”, smacking him over the head and then in a headlock, giving him a noogie through his helmet. Rizzrack struggled for a bit, but Boush didn’t keep his assault up for long and just sort of let the pink keenkin lie on him with his arm over Rizzrack’s shoulder. Rizzrack started nuzzle up against the Tinker before noticing it was nightfall already.

“Yikes. Night already…better wrap this up.”, Rizzrack cleaned the seat of his Timbersaw and started to head to bed. “Well, thanks for tonight. Didn’t get alot done, but I don’t wanna keep ya.”, Boush looked a little disappointed at Rizzrack saying this and the pink keenkin just realized how it sounded. Rizzrack sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, while kicking at the ground as he looked down a bit, “Though if you wanted to see what my bed was like,”, Rizzrack looked up to Boush, eye to eye. “I guess I could show you around…”. Boush smiled and gave a small headbutt to Rizzrack.

“Heh, consider my curiosity piqued!”