Wench (Dagur x Rae Oddness)

Based on a Facebook RP with FB Dagur

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Hiccup had been walking by with one of his random friends when Dagur was out and about walking with Rae. He let out an unexpected 'Hate ya Dagur, always!' which caught Dagur off guard for a moment. It was not like Hiccup to be so forward. He stopped, grinned and turned to respond as Hiccup walked away. "Oh, but I'm so likeable when you get to know me." 

Rae snorted as she watched Dagur turn back round to face her. "Hah! Sure. As likeable as yak breath."

"I suggest you take that back, or I'll do something I'll regret."

Rae scoffed. "You? Regret something? Haha, not likely."

 "Hmm, you DO have a point. Hehehe. OK, I suggest you take that back before I just do something." Dagur made mock strangling gestures towards her which made her grin even more.

"Nah. I think I'll just keep my statement where it is. Out in the open. On the table, for everyone to giggle at."

Dagur gritted his teeth. "How would you like to be NAILED to that table!?"

"Woah, woah, woah. Dagur, please! We haven't even agreed heimanfylgja! This is all so sudden!" Rae grinned sarcastically and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Dagur clutched his belly and let out a belting fake laugh. "OH HA HA HA, OH HO HO HO, you're SO funny! Hilarious!" His face dropped into a frown again. "Yeah, but still. Nailed to the table."

She rolled her eyes over his dramatic display and shot him a blank look. "I'd actually like to keep my body from being full of holes, thank you."

"Well then, I'd recommend not insulting me further." He flipped his sword out from its sheath and tossed it back and fourth in his hands to make his point clearer.

"Ugh, fine. Whatever. Just stop playing with your sword..." Rae paused for a moment and cracked another smirk. "You'll go blind."

"Aughh! Right! That's it!" Dagur tossed his sword to one side and leaped for her in a rage.

Rae had not expected that at all and was caught totally off guard. She ended up in a horrible, crumpled heap under him, unsure of how on earth she got into such a situation. "HEY! Get off!"

Dagur landed on her harshly and took hold of her wrists in his hands pinning her down. "Aha! Now who has the upper hand!? Haha. Get it? I have your hands and I'm.. Winning... Haha."

Rae squirmed in an attempt to free herself. "Oh, harr-harr. So very funny. G-Get off already!" She tried to thrash her legs, but his weight made it almost impossible to move.

Dagur shook his head and grinned smugly, enjoying having the upper hand. "No, I don't think I will. You're quite comfy." He let out a dark laugh. "In fact... I think I'll keep you alive. Yes! I'll keep you and use you as a seat!" He bounced up and down and pretended to get comfortable. "Ooooh, soft!"

Rae winced over the movement. It felt as if he was squishing the breath out of her. His knee plates were digging into her sides more and more with each movement. "I... I am not a seat, you idiot!"

"Silence seat! I didn't say you could speak! Anyway..." He bounced around again. "Seats can't talk, can they?"

She let out another grunt as more air was forced from her lungs. "Ngggh! No, they can't!"

"Sorry, what was that?" He took hold of her wrists in one hand and cupped the other hand to where his ear was under his helmet and moved it so it was inches away from her face. "I thought I heard a seat speak to me. Am I going mad?"

Rae narrowed her eyes and let out a low rumble. He was so lucky he was wearing a helmet, or she would have bitten his ear off.

Dagur straightened up and grinned down his nose at her smugly. "That's what I thought. Maybe they should rename you Rae the Recliner. HAHA!" He laughed so hard over his own joke that he released his grip on her hands.

Rae took that opportunity to use all of her remaining strength to punch him in the gut as hard as she could. "I said get off, already! Ugh!"

"URRRGH!" Dagur doubled over as the wind was knocked out of his metaphorical sails. He collapsed to one side and groaned like a yak in heat.

"Now that serves you right!" She shoved him off of her legs and shuffled free of him before kicking him with a foot. "Wussboy."

"I... hurk... Am... NOT... HUFF... A wussboy!" He clutched his stomach as he oriented himself again. "You'll... YOU'LL be sorry, wench."

"Sure. You keep saying that, but I always end up getting free of your grasp and you never ever get your so-called revenge." Rae sat there and sneered at him, adjusting her armour that had been messed up a little from the scuffle.

Dagur narrowed his eyes and jutted out his chin. "One day... You'll see. You'll not get free. I'll have you in my grasp and you'll be sorry."

Rae let out a snorting laugh. "What? You're going to marry me? Ahahaaha! Yeah! I can see why anyone would be sorry! HAHA!"

Dagur just stared at her with an unimpressed face and let out another false laugh. "Oh ho ho ho ohhhh, you're so funny. Ohhhh, you're so smart. Ho ho ho ho."

Rae didn't respond with words, she just kept grinning at him and punched his upper arm roughly. He yawned in response to the abuse. "I'm sorry, what was that? I thought I felt a gnat fly into my arm."

She reeled back her arm and punched him again, this time harder. The sound was almost sickening to hear and she was sure it'd leave a bruise. Dagur flinched and grasped hold of his arm in pain. "Yeeowch!" He rubbed at it and shot her a glare. "Oho, so you want another round, huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your little arm?" Rae chuckled and shuffled closer. "Only if it's a fair fight. I'm not having you pull out your sword."

"I'm sure I don't know WHAT you mean..." He moved his hand that had been slowly reaching for his sword down to his side. "You paint me in such a bad light. I can be fair!"

"You? Fair? That'll be the day." She folded her arms and laughed. "Thor will appear riding a bright pink Nightfury, tossing flowers casually at everyone."

He pouted mockingly. "Oh, I'm crushed. You've cut me to the bone, Rae. You're so harsh. Ouch." Then his signature grin manifested on his face once more. "OK, you got me. I'm a dirty cheat. What can I say?"

Rae raised a brow and shook her head knowingly. "You're an idiot."

Dagur reached out and took hold of her clothing in his hand, yanked her forwards and pressed his nose into hers angrily. "Takes one to know one."

Rae raised her hands defensively. "Oooh, wow. What a lame quip that was. That's not like you." She shoved him on his chest playfully. "Normally it's something like..." She cleared her throat and tried to mimic his voice. "'Rae, I will tear your head off and piss down your neck!' Or... 'RAE I'll use your skin as a loincloth!' Or... 'RAE, I'LL CRUSH THE GREEDY MILK FROM YOUR BONES WITH MY TEETH!'"

He couldn't help but let out a chuckle over that. She did him pretty well, even if it was a mockery. He narrowed his eyes and yanked her even closer, their noses squashing into each other so hard it hurt. "There's still time, wench."

"There you go again with the wench thing... Does it hurt that this 'wench' has beaten you several times?"

He hissed a laugh in her face. "You only beat me because I let you."

Rae rolled her eyes again. "Uh huh. Sure you did."

Dagur smiled widely and shrugged. "Now... What was that about heimanfylgja?"

"DAGUR!"

Stress Relief

The day had been long and full of quarter alerts for Turbo. It was surprising just how many people still loved the old, retro games and his seemed incredibly popular. Not that he minded, he loved the attention. He lapped up all the praise, smiling faces and cheers of 'Turbo-Tastic' from the arcade's visitors and relished the sore, defeated grimaces of his brothers, Fender and Axle, when he took to the podium to receive his trophy.

He wandered into the garage and looked over at his brothers who had retired early. They were in their karts under their wool blankets snoring away peacefully, something Turbo wished he could be doing at that moment. But his body was still feeling restless no matter how tired and exhausted he felt.

He let out a sigh and wandered over to his kart, pulled the blanket he kept next to his parking spot and hopped into the seat, his legs trailing over the front as he reclined in an attempt to relax. He closed his big, yellow eyes and tried to force himself to sleep, but nothing was happening. It was obvious that he was not going to get to sleep any time soon.


He opened his eyes again and stared up at the grey ceiling contemplating his day. After the arcade had closed and all the other characters were mingling, having fun or relaxing, he had been bored out of his mind. Ionia, his girlfriend, had already agreed to do some training exercises with her team mates in her game. This meant Turbo had been left with nothing to do.

He had tried to occupy himself. He had visited Birkin and Blanky in the labs, but was chased out after he'd somehow managed to spill a very corrosive chemical on one of Birkin's shoes. He'd wandered over to Burger Time for an after game snack, but hadn't enjoyed it one bit. He'd even visited Street Fighter to watch some sparring matches, but even that held no interest for him. The rest of the time he had spent at Tapper's downing root beer after root beer in an attempt to cloud his brain with bubbles. Again, it hadn't worked in curing his boredom at all, instead he was just met with hostility from patrons who remembered the actions of the old Turbo. It was no fun at all. If Ionia had been there it would have been so different.

That's when his mind began to wander. Ionia... How he missed her smile. She had only been away for a day, but it felt like she'd been away for weeks. It amazed him how she could cheer him up so fast with just a glimpse of her cheeful face. He smiled, let out a yawn and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, his mind firmly fixed on a mental image of her smile. That smile that he admired so much. He was reluctant to express himself publicly, sure, but privately he would proclaim his admiration and love with no issues. And when he did he just adored how her lips would curve into a wide grin that almost mirrored his.

Those lips... Blue, full, pouty, sweet tasting. Turbo suddenly felt flutterings in his stomach at the thought of kissing them. How each kiss felt as soft as a marshmallow against his skin and how she'd always entice his mouth open to explore with her tongue. Oh, how she excited him when she did that. How she'd busy her hands, running them down his back, caressing him so gently.

He shivered from a sudden rush of tingles that ran down his body as he remembered the last time she had kissed him like that. How her fingers dug into his grey flesh while she nibbled on his lips tenderly. Turbo suddenly felt very hot under the wool blanket. He kicked it down a little as he unzipped his racing suit, peeling it away from his body like a second skin. After dumping it to one side he sank back under the blanket again, his upper half peeking out to regulate his temperature.

That was another thing Ionia had been good at. The way she would unzip his suit so seductively, run her fingers under it and pull it down in one, clean motion. He shivered again as he felt the blood rushing through his veins from recalling such intimacy.

He closed his eyes and remembered their last passionate encounter, a feint red hue tinging his cheeks. How amazing she had looked laying in that cave on those cushions. He loved when she allowed him to take charge and remove her armour by himself. That sound of unclipping metal made him woozy and then the delicious sticky sounding silicone-like coating she wore to protect her sensitive skin underneath drove him wild as it peeled away from her curves to reveal her beautiful, naked body beneath. His mind halted on those curves. How perfect they were. Wide, round hips, firm thighs, a small waist that led up to full, perky...

A sudden 'thunk' echoed through the room as he'd lost himself in thought so much that he bashed his helmet against the back of his kart by mistake as his neck had relaxed. It startled him a little and he quickly checked to make sure it hadn't woken up his brothers. Satisfied they were still snoring like power drills he relaxed again and closed his eyes, envisioning the beauty of his girlfriend again.

His mind wandered to how he enjoyed grabbing handfuls of her hair, how she squealed with delight when he pulled on it, how she would demand more. He loved the way her white skin would mark beneath his fingertips and he grazed them over her thighs. She would moan so loudly when he'd take hold of her breasts in his small hands and beg him to not let go.

He felt his hand reaching downwards almost involuntarily as beads of sweat formed on his skin over the memories. He couldn't help himself. He grasped his lower half firmly as memories of her screaming his name filled his mind. He loved hearing her scream so much. She would do it a lot, especially when he would bite down on any part of her body, or grab hold of her roughly.

He let out the breath that he had been holding in while his hand had been busy and sharply inhaled another lung full before continuing. He only wished that Ionia was there with him. Oh what he would do to her if she was in the garage at that moment and he wouldn't even care that his brothers were present. Fuck them, they could look on with jealousy as he bent Ionia over his kart and had his way with her. They could watch as he pinned her down with her legs held high over his head, as he licked down her body. They could...

He cringed as he felt his body tremble as he let out another breath, this time coupled with a quiet moan. One of the twins shuffled under his blanket, but Turbo didn't care. He had gone way past the point of caring. His mind was on Ionia and how much he wanted to be with her, to be able to just touch her and kiss her and feel comforted after having such an awful day.

His hand began to move more frantically as his mind played out scenario after scenario, his skin becoming more and more slick from sweat. He gritted his big, yellow teeth as his muscles tensed, a small whimper escaping his vocal chords as his body finally realeased. It felt amazing. All the tension felt as if it melted away from him in an instant. He layed there panting for a moment, his limbs limp at his sides, before wiping his brow with the back of his hand and shuffling around under the scratchy wool blanket. It felt sticky from his exertion and he realized that it had probably not been the best of ideas to relieve his tension without having anything besides the blanket to catch it. It clung to his body as he moved and it felt horribly uncomfortable. He only hoped that one of the twins didn't have wash duties the next day, or he'd have a hard time explaining the mess he had made.

Turbo yanked the blanket up more and wiped his hand on it before attempting to settle, satisfied and oddly at peace with himself. He closed his eyes and smiled happily. He couldn't wait to wake up the following day. If Ionia was that good in his head, he just couldn't wait to be with her in person again.

Mind Games Part 2

'Hey!' Blanky laughed somewhat uneasily. 'What are you trying...?

'Such actions need to be punished after all.' He looked over to the monster in the tank. 'Isn't that right, Mr Hunter? See, even he agrees!' he chuckled evilly, which sent a shiver down her spine.

'What what what what?' All at once she was thrown into confusion. Why was he suddenly behaving like this?

'So, how should we settle this?' He advanced on her a little, still keeping the door blocked

'Hey come on now, I dont want....' she tried pleading with him.

'Don't want what? You should have thought of that before you did it!' He gave her a sinister grin.

'Its our secret.'

'Oh no, don't think you can make excuses now.' Her knees had gone weak and she started slipping on the floor.

Birkin snatched hold of her clothing and lifted her towards him.

'There's only one way to settle this.' She just knew it. He was going to kill her there and then, 'silence her' as it were. Perhaps use her as sustenance for the monster. She had been quick to let her guard down,as always. Poor, sweet, trusting Blanky.

'Am I right?' he continued, looking up at 'Mr Hunter' again.

The petrified officer had her eyes fimly shut, not daring to look him in the eye.

'He says that you've been very bad,' Birkin shook his head reproachfully.

Meanwhile, in a cave in Zakynthos (Ionia's world, where they had done it for the very first time), Turbo and his lady were getting intimate. He had begun to take off his lady's armour while she just lay there, letting him do pretty much whatever he wanted. Turbo had improved somewhat since the last time and was had become a bit of an expert in removing her armour, if he did say so himself. 'Thuch beautiful hair, gorgeouth,' the enamoured racer sighed, stroking her beautiful blue hair, causing her to snicker and wriggle.

'You bring out the behth in me babe.'

'Uh-huh... Messy hair,' she giggled, patting the side of his face. He chuckled at that , then took her hands, digging them into his hair.

'Eeehee messyyyy!' she laughed like an excited child, whod found the perfect play thing.

She made one final attempt to appease him. 'Whatever it is I've done, I'm....' He gave her no chance to explain as he leaned forwards and silenced her with a very rough kiss. As soon as he locked his lips into hers, her doubts and fears began to slowly melt away. She kissed back, her arms relaxing, her whole body now throbbing hard from excitement.

'You can't just pin me to the wall like that and not expect retaliation, Miss Wood.' He tutted slowly, pulling away.

'So thats it, huh.' She felt embarassed for having flaked out again in font of him. 'Now look what you've done. You've made me all sweaty and sticky,' she grumbled, combing her hair back which had fallen in her face.

'A few moments in here should cool you off,' he said. 'You won't be needing this then, will you?' he snatched her top from her.

'Uhhh...yeah? I...I guess not...' she grinned dumbly.

Turbo took one of Ionias finger and put it in his mouth, sucking on it like a candy cane. 'Hmmm, thweet fingerth,' he mumbled, sighing.

'"Woo-woo-oooh!That f-feels funnnnnyyy!' Ionia couldnt help herself and started to giggle from the tingly feeling.

He gave her a sly grin, revelling in the fact she enjoyed it.

Birkin tossed the top to one side and it landed in a heap on a console.

'What's the matter? Did I scare you?' He laughed.

'No. Why would you think so? Nothing's wrong,' she insisted.

He traced a finger up her arm, which made her tremble. 'No reason. Perhaps I should rename you Sweaty Wood.' He looked over at 'Mr Hunter'. 'Oh, what was that? Yes. I think she was scared too. Scared of little, old me.' He pouted playfully.

'Meanie,' she frowned.

'No, meanie would be if I locked you in here with him.' he chuckled darkly.

She reached over and placed her hands on his chest. 'You'd better not.'

'And what if I did?'

'It could be bad for the twins. Bringing stress on them. So in the name of our babies, play nice.' She grinned defiantly.

'Fine, fine'. He sulked a little. He knew she was right. 'I suppose one shock in a day is enough. I just won't tell you about the other sealed room...'

'I knew youd come around.' She got up off the floor and walked to the door. She guessed what hed wanted to do next. She shuddered when she thought about: them making love amidst the danger. She couldnt think of a bigger turn on and already was feeling some sticky dampness in the seat of her pants. She wanted nothing more than to be unbuttoning his shirt, caressing his warm chest with fingers and lips, but decided to tease him a little like hed teased her.

Birkin sighed and reached for the release button.'It's the big red one.'

However, Blanky had no intention of leaving.

'Well, are you going then? Its freezing in here,' he wondered.

'Sorry to disappoint you...'

He gave her a confused look.

'But I think ill stay in here. Its grown on me.' She wasn't falling for it. He'd let her leave just so he could chase her.

'See Mr Hunter, she likes you after all,' he looked up at the monster triumphantly.

'On second thoughts....' she said, seeing her chance to escape.

"Wh... What?"she gave him no chance to react as she ran out at top speed. Unfortunately, she slipped and fell on her back.

Birkin gave chase, but ended up tripping over her.

'AUGHER!' He yelled, landing nose first into the wall.'Fffff-uuuuuck! That hurts!' He got up, bleeding all down his shirt. 'You are a menace!'

'Oh my, did mr Baddie just hurt himself?' She said sarcastically.

'Too right I did.' He dabbed at his nose with his hand getting blood all over him. 'I do NOT recommend introducing walls to noses.'

'Yuck....use a hanky, youre getting blood all over you,' Blanky said, dabbing his nose with a clean hanky. 'Now, let me take a look.'

Birkin now had horrible red streaks down his face and shirt.

'No don't! You'll get it on you!' He cried.

'Relax,' she said, rolling her eyes. 'I'm used to it. But I fear that has to come off.

'WHAT!?'

'Yup.'

'No, no, no. You leave my nose alone! What did it ever do to you!?'

Blanky reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt.

'... Oh.' He could finally calm down.

Now it was her turn to laugh, having made him sweat. She grinned triumphantly,  her revenge complete. She threw his shirt to one side, then cleaned his nose and kissed it tenderly.

'I should... Probably soak that before it stains...'

'Remind me to never chase you again,' he sniffed.

'You sure about that?', she asked, moving down from his nose to his lips.

'I always end up injured,' he frowned. 'Maybe next time you... You might make me fall on something... Yeah! ANd I'll mutate again! And eat you up!' he said, digging his fingers into her sides.

Blanky: yea...you do that,' she said complacently. Birkin just stared at her.

At that moment, Turbo delved into his pocket and pulled out some candy canes and candy dust hed had for ages. He. He wanted to make their kiss extra pleasurable, so he put of the dust on his finger and lovingly caressed his lady's lips and neck with it, getting her all sticky in the process. Ionia licked her lips* "Mmm! Ooh, what's this?", she said, her eyes flaring excitedly.

'Ihth candy dutht, your favorite.'

She grinned and licked her lips slowly to tease him. "Ahhh. Yum."

'ooh, teathe me more, baby!' Turbo revelled in her action, getting aroused even more than he already was.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You are surprisingly bad for a supposed hero." she stuck out her tongue teasingly.

• 'But im bad, baby, bad to the bone,' he grinned deviously.
• 'What if the gamers found out?' she said teasngly, licking her lips. He felt he couldnt resist another second,

'Gamerth? I aint afraif of no gamerth.' And with that, he grabbed hold of her neck suddenly and kissed her on the lips,, licking off the dust. Kerps his lips on hers and kisses sliwly and gently

Ionia: *Yelps but doesn't resist, enjoying the sensation of him licking off the dust*

Meanwhile, Blanky and Birkin were still on the lab floor, with nothing better to do than to gaze into each others eyes. There was some tension between the two.

'What now?' Blanky wondered.

'What now? I'll tell you what now. I think you ought to shut up and kiss me again so I can seek revenge on your actions.'

'Whatever you say,' she shrugged. 

Turbo: *kisses Ionia's tummy, feeling the baby moving around happily*

Birkin: *Picks her up gently and spins round so she is against the wall this time*

Blanky: *revels in the sweetness of his action*

'Revenge is mine!' he cried out triumphantly. He leaned down to her neck and gently kissed it. She relaxed in his arms. Her whole body throbbed and she felt the flood gates opening again.

'Hm? Revenge?' She said after she had caught her breath.

'Indeed..." *Kisses again* 'Because it's my new mission...I'll match everything you do. Every kiss...'

'Yes?...'she managed to say, mid-moan.His kisses made her feel those pesky convulsions again and she went weak at the knees. She totally surrendered to the pleasure he was giving her. 

A Fine Mess

The group had met in Sugar Rush for a little down time. Blanky stood in the middle of the fudge road with Ionia and Turbo and grinned at them. "Wow, I feel like im in some wacky wonderland with you two."

Turbo just made faces at Blanky again as Ionia hiccupped nervously. She wasn't sure how Blanky would react to seeing Sugar Rush and if she was suspecting anything from her and Turbo. Thankfully, she was too busy looking at Turbo.

"What's up with you? Why the faces?"

"I'm angry at everyone!"

"But, why?"

Turbo frowned darkly. "Becauthe everyone ith mean to me when I'm the greatetht rather ever!"

"Oh? Who are these meanies?" Blanky, being a police officer, felt it was her duty to take care of any trouble regardless of the source. "You can tell me."

Turbo waved his arms. "EVERYONE!" His face dropped as he slumped his shoulders. Ionia decided, for no reason whatsoever, that it was the ideal situation to begin butt dancing right near Turbo's face, to which he responded by flapping his hands at her.

Blanky smiled. "But not us! Anyway, whoever is mean is just jealous of you, don't forget!"

"Well, who WOULDN'T be? I'm the greatetht rather ever!" He was interrupted by Ionia butt dancing right next to him again. "WILL YOU THTOP THAT!"

"Exactly. But sometimes jealous people are mean... like wasn't Felix mean?"

Turbo folded his arms and kicked at a nut that was by his feet. "Hmph, everyone thought I wath going to take over their gameth or thomething."

"Ahh, dont pay those paranoid idiots any heed!"

"All becauthe of thome PREVIOUTH me."

Blanky cocked an eyebrow. "Wait... Previous you?"

"Apparently," explained Turbo, "there wath a Turbo Time game in before mine. The me in that went nutth and took over this game, Sugar Ruth, or thomething. Tho when I came along everyone wath thuthpiciouth."

Blanky was silent as he spoke and watched as Ionia stopped dancing around and silently plopped herself down next to Turbo allowing him to lean against her leg armour.

"Strange. So they're upset with you for that?"

Turbo nodded sadly, to which Ionia responded by patting him on the helmet. He flailed his arms wildly at her. "You are THO ANNOYING!"

"Well," chuckled Blanky, "They are wrong, youve done nothing!"

"I know that. They don't th... AGH!" His sentence was cut short as Ionia picked him up and cradled him like a baby, all in an attempt to get him more riled up than what he was. He was always so tightly wound and Ionia found it irresistible. "PUT ME DOWN!"

Ionia just ignored him and began to pet him like a cat in a bad guy's lap. She looked up at Blanky as she did it, grinned and put on a deep voice. "Blanky I've been expecting you."

Turbo rolled his eyes. "Idiot!"

Blanky laughed and shook her head as she watched the pair. Turbo's unimpressed scowl, however, was short lived as Ionia petted him more softly and he began to get more comfortable. "Hmnph. A little lower."

Ionia glanced down at him, but didn't say anything and did as he asked. She petted him on his back lower and flushed pink as he virtually melted in her arms. She felt his body shudder as he let out a contented sigh. "Thaaaat'th the thpot!"

Blanky averted her eyes, worried that it was beginning to become a little more than just innocent petting. "Oh my." She glanced back to see Ionia smiling in triumph over the fact that she had got him to show some form of affection in public in front of someone. Blanky gave her the thumbs up and started to think back to Birkin. She knew she'd be seeing him later, but she suddenly felt lonely.

Ionia chirped happily as Turbo mumbled incoherently in her arms, dribbling down her hands. "I knew he'd crack one daaaay~"

"Well," laughed Blanky, "I dont think you need me as a chaperone any longer."

Ionia tilted her head, ignoring the fact that Turbo was now drooling all down her arms. "What's a chapanapaerama?"

"Uh. A chaperone? You know, kind of like an escort."

"Oh. I needed one?"

"No, but I felt a bit like one to you two, but I see its not necessary." She holstered her gun and gave Ionia a wave as Turbo's drool finally reached Ionia's legs and dripped onto the road below.

Birkin happened to be walking nearby and was approaching Ionia and Turbo. He waved at them and noticed Blanky further down the road. He yelled out to her, but as he put his foot down he slipped on the pool of dribble that had formed in front of Ionia and went skidding down the road towards Blanky. "ACK!"

Blanky let out a surprised squeal as Birkin came bombing towards her and collided shoulder first. Birkin, in a heap on the floor, groaned. "Oooouch."

The squeal snapped Turbo out of his euphoria almost instantly and he shot up from in Ionia's arms to see what was going on. "Hm? What!? I heard a thqueal and I didn't cauthe it, what'th going on!?"

Blanky yelled that it was nothing and apologized for disturbing them both. Turbo didn't like that and just gave her a dark look as Blanky returned her attention to Birkin who groaned loudly. "Are you OK?"

"Ugh. Yeah. Just a bit of road rash. What the heck was that I slipped in?"

"Er...you dont wanna know, trust me."

"Why? Is it harmful? Besides making me skid and hurt myself, that is."

Suddenly, they were interrupted by a loud, almost girly squeal from Ionia and Turbo's direction and watched as Turbo finally noticed that he was in her arms being petted. In public. He flailed around, leaped out and landed on his butt on the road. "UGH! YUCK!"

Blanky couldn't help but laugh. The racer's attempts at making it seem as if nothing was going on was incredibly entertaining to watch. She looked back at Birkin and pulled a sheepish face. "No, it's not harmful. But, we interrupted something." Her face flushed red as she nodded in the direction of Ionia and Turbo. Birkin raised a brow.

"You still haven't said what the stuff is." He was always wary of substances that weren't identifiable and he needed to know for his own peace of mind.

"Body fluids!" Blanky whispered as quietly as she could and watched as Birkin's face did flip flops trying to understand what she had just said. He looked down at his feet, back up to Blanky, over to Ionia and Turbo and back down to his feet again. "Wait..." His eyes widened in shock. "What the..."

Blanky just nodded and flushed even redder as Birkin cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled at the two across the way. "THAT IS DISGUSTING! YOU ARE IN PUBLIC!" Ionia just waved at him and mouthed a 'hello' as if nothing was even happening and Turbo gave him a look as if he was about to staple things to his head should he ever tell anyone about what had just happened.

"No no no!" Blanky patted him on his arm to make him stop yelling. "It's dribble, yeah, thats what it is!"

"Just dribble? I hope that's all it is."

"So, anyway." Blanky felt it would be wise of her to change the subject. "I'm back in town, this time its not for pleasure, but duty."

Turbo cracked a smirk and snorted loudly. "Hehehe doody." This caused Ionia to laugh raucously sending a flock of licorice ravens fleeing in terror. "OH MY GODS HAHAHA!"

Blanky just ignored the two and scrunched up her nose. "I was sent to protect someone, namely you, Birkin."

Blanky was interrupted again by Turbo and Ionia who insisted on continuing their joke. "The'th here for doody."

"I hope she remembers to wash her hands."

"Hey, Ionia. Hehehe. I thmell thomething."

"What?"

"DOODY!"

The pair fell about on the ground laughing like lunatics as Blanky and Birkin stared at them with unimpressed faces.

"So, why me?" Birkin finally spoke taking the attention off the two jokers.

"Well, you may not be aware Birkin, but you are being targeted. Your lab, to be exact. Seems some illegal organisation is after your herbs."

"...They are? How did they even find out!?" He scratched at his chin.

"No idea," Blanky shrugged and gave him a sympathetic look. "Spies I guess."

"I don't understand." Birkin zoned out as he lost himself in thought. He pondered and pondered over just who could be behind such an attack on his lab and research data. The only people he knew who might even have a single clue about what was going on was... "It couldn't be... could it?"

"What is it?" Blanky flinched a little over the severe look on Birkin's face.

"I think I may know who it is and if I'm right, it's gonna cause problems."

Blanky instantly knew who he meant and heaved a sigh. "Wesker. That backstabbing snake, I knew I could not trust him. My instincts were right."

Turbo shot upright and looked at them both with curiosity. "Wethker?"

He was ignored as the officer continued her musings. "Though what he wants with your herbs is still unknown. I was sent to investigate and protect you and the lab."

"Oh, I think I know." Birkin was suddenly cut off by Turbo who yelled and jumped up and down for their attention. "THCUTHE ME! Who ith thith Wethker?"He hated being ignored.

"Someone he used to work with. Seems like he is out to get him though, even so."

Turbo scratched at his chin and shook his head. "Thoundth like me and the twinth."

Ionia's eyes instantly shot open and she sat bolt upright. "T-T-Twins?"

Blanky looked over to the racer and tilted her head. "You have a twin?"

"No thilly, they were my track rivalth. My brotherth really. They were jutht called the Turbo Twinth. No nameth though."

Ionia let out a squeal of delight at the thought of Turbo having two twin bothers. She fanned herself in an attempt to calm down, but realized something. She shot Turbo a confused look. "How come I've never met them?"

"Becauthe!"

"Because, what?"

"Becauthe I don't want them to meet you." He gave her his best serious face and stomped a foot on the ground. "They will jutht try to embarrath me and thtuff! They are not nithe people!"

Blanky had turned her attention back to Birkin and was trying to figure out for herself what it was that Wesker would want with his herbs.

"I can only assume at this point he needs them for his own research." Sighed Birkin as he leaned against a candy cane tree.

"Oh boy... I knew he couldnt be trusted, but targeting you and your lab is just too much."

"No. Well, for me it's not really news. He's just that type of person."

Turbo grinned over at Birkin and wrung his hands together. "Thoundth like my kinda guy!"

Blanky couldn't believe what was happening. Why Wesker? Why couldn't it have been someone else? Someone who was not involved with her friends. "So I see. A backstabber!"

Birkin chuckled. "It's how we got the lab in the first place. I should have expected it sooner now that I think about it." He knew who Wesker was as much as Wesker knew who he was deep down. It was sport for them and he was now ready for the contest that was seemingly being laid at his feet.

"Oh well, the important thing is im here now. I will get to the bottom of this." Blanky adjusted her holster and smiled brightly.

Turbo was thoroughly entertained. He laughed loudly and exclaimed how he liked Wesker's style, only to be hushed by a very angry Blanky. "OoooOOoooooOOooo. Thomeone get the pink handbagth! Touchy!" He pouted at her and put his hands on his hips. "Mith touchy pantth!"

Refusing to take his bait, Blanky just turned back to Birkin and patted his shoulder. Turbo was not impressed about being ignored yet again and stuck out his tongue defiantly, only to be scooped up by Ionia.

"I wonder if Axel is aware," mused Birkin. It was true, he hadn't thought about Axel until then. He had no reason to think she would be involved, but with Wesker's manipulative side, anything was possible.

"I don't know. Hopefully she'll be safe. What a predicament huh?"

"Hmmm. My bet is that she doesn't."

Turbo peered out from a gap in Ionia's arms. "Whoth Axthel?"

"She's my friend. Which makes this all the more awkward" Blanky played with her brown hair awkwardly. Such a situation had never come up before and it felt like alien territory. Regardless, she felt that she had to go on with it, it was her mission after all and, being the good cop that she was, she was not about to flake out. "Oh, Birkin? One more thing," she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I'll be mostly undercover, so. You know. Shh."

He nodded slowly and turned to look at Turbo who had taken to laying over Ionia's forearms with his head resting on his palms. "Quite the meth you have on your handth," he chirped.

Ionia peered down at him. "Meth? We aren't druggies!"

"Meth. METH!"

"OH! MESS! Gotcha."

"Meth..." Blanky giggled. She found his lisp to be entertaining even in a bad situation.

"Whatever ith going on it thoundth like you could uthe all the help you can get." Turbo flashed a big, toothy grin at them. "Which ith why," he got to his feet and stood on Ionia's armour, "I Turbo... The gretetht rather ever... Will..." He paused for dramatic effect. He loved theatrics. "Not be helping you." He cackled evily and slumped back down into Ionia's arms.

Blanky rolled her eyes and smiled sarcastically. "We wont be needing your help anyway. This is no business for kids, you know. This is serious!"

The racer's face dropped into a morbidly unimpressed expression as he shot to his feet again. "Do I look like a kid to you?"

"No, but you sure do act like one! Anyway, you'd only get in the way and maybe even drum up trouble for yourself and the others in your game."

Turbo's face flushed a bright red as he tried to restrain the anger that was seering through his veins. "Hgnnn! I'll have you know that I am a geniuth!"

"Look, it's for your own good. Seriously."

Birkin tapped Blanky on the arm and gave her a sly smile. "Why not let him help? He may get erased and be out of our hair."

"Say," laughed Blanky, "That's not a bad..." She was interupted by Turbo who raged loudly and stomped his feet. "I HEARD THAT!"

Ionia's eyes widened and she snatched Turbo up, holding him close to her defensively. "He goes, I go!"

Turbo looked up at her with a brow raised wondering what the hell she was doing. "What the..." Her face was dead pan and serious, which was not like her at all.

"Well," sighed Blanky, "You're welcome to! But, don't say I didn't warn you. Try to stay out of trouble and don't get in my way, OK?"

Ionia flinched and held Turbo tighter. "I don't want him to get erased!"

"THTOP IT ALREADY!" Turbo was getting snuggled so much that his body was beginning to produce static.

"Of course you don't Ionia, fair enough. We wouldn't want either of you to come to trouble. It can get quite dangerous."

"That's what I'm made for." Ionia raised a hand. "I do dangerouth... Er... Ahem. Dangerous stuff every day in my game. I'm heavily armoured. And I do stuff like protecting and fighting every day. That's what my game is about. I protect villages. But..." She looked down at Turbo and poked his nose with a finger. "He's so squishy and fragile and..."

"I am not! I'M TURBO!"

Blanky couldn't help but grin. "Which is why you'd do best to stay out of the the way, Turbo. I'll be monitoring the lab closely. And I won't stay in a hotel, but in my vehicle outside the lab." She looked at Ionia and wrinkled her nose in thought. "Well if youre sure you can do it and not come to harm, I'd appreciate the help. Thanks."

Ionia nodded, then had an idea and waved at Blanky enthusiastically. "I know! Turbo can get you guys coffee!"

He did not like that idea at all. "No. No, no, no. I am NOT a waitreth!"

Blanky grinned widely. "What about if I paid you, huh? And you too, Ionia."

Turbo instantly stopped his angry flailing as soon as payment was mentioned and smiled over at Blanky with his big, yellow teeth. "I'm lithening..."

Ionia just shook her head. "I don't need payment, thanks."

"I do, though. Tho make a dethent offer."

Blanky waved a hand and rolled her eyes. "Sure, we'll discuss it, dude. But right now we need to get to the lab."

Birkin handed Blanky a key card and glanced at his watch. "The lab is pretty much empty at the moment. Just my security systems up."

Blanky took the card and nodded. "It may be an idea to bug the place and install more cameras."

Turbo's eyes lit up. "I could do that! I'm good at mechanical thtuff."

"He really is." Ionia grinned and turned pink. Her sudden outburst caused Turbo to look up at her in shock, his own face flushing over her suggestive comment.

Blanky didn't notice, much to his relief, and continued to discuss the lab. "What, bugging? Great! There. You have your job! Thanks you two, I appreciate it. I really do."

"What are we talking? Thecret locationth like ventth and thtuff, or full thcale bugging?"

Ionia thought for a moment and looked at Blanky. "I'd coat the place in them."

"As long as they aren't obvious you can put them where you want, Turbo." Birkin threw him a key card and pointed at him as a warning. "If I find out you have touched a single console, experiment, specimen, or chemical I will use you as my next expermient, understand?"

"PLEATHE! I'm Turbo! Trutht me!"

"Well, this is all great, but now I'd say we all get a bite to eat and then get some rest. It's taken me all day to get here."

Turbo's eyes lit up again as he realized that Blanky had her cop car on the road. "Whothe driving?"

"Me." Blanky gave him a stern look and walked over to her car, opened the door and gestrured for him to get in. "Get in."

Turbo, with a face like thunder, stomped his way over, scuffed a foot against the road and plonked himself in the back seat as heavily as he could. He gave her a quick grimace before he shuffled over. "Thpoil thport."

Blanky smiled in triumph and looked to Ionia who was giving the door of the car odd looks. "Um. Ummm. I don't think my wings... " She attempted to get in, but caught her wings as she ducked down. "NNNGHH OUCH!"

Turbo leaned over, took hold of her arms and attempted to help her get in by pulling as hard as he could.

Blanky just rolled her eyes impatiently. "Is it possible to take the wings off?"

"Yeth it ith. I have d..." Turbo stopped himself mid-sentence. "N-N-Nevermind."

Birkin grinned through the window at the racer whose face had flushed red again. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

Ionia whistled innocently and removed the wings and boosters from her back. She squatted down into the car and held them in place in front of her, unfortunately blocking the view to the rear for Blanky in the process. But nothing could be done about that. She glanced over at Turbo and smiled as he looked back at her. He realized what her smile meant. They, with the wings blocking the view, finally had some privacy to act normal around each other, at least until they were out of the car again. He slowly reached his hand over and took hold of hers. Ionia rubbed her thumb against his fingers and leaned her head back, staring into his eyes as Blanky started the car.

"Everyone alright back there?"

Ionia chuckled. "Turbo-tastic."

Can't Help Myself

Turbo looked to his blue companion as she sat and watched the sun go down. He had decided to visit her game after a few weeks of constantly going to meet in Sugar Rush and was enjoying the change. The world in which she resided was beautiful and colourful and had so many stunning views, secluded beaches and quaint towns and villages. Since her game was pretty huge and players could explore as well as play the game itself, it meant that there were lots of places to choose from when it came to hang out spots. He was pleased by the spot she had chosen, a small sandy beach closed in on both sides by cliffs, the bright blue sea in front and a dark, but cosy looking cave behind them. The world featured dynamic seasons, weather and a day and night cycle and the sun was going down over the horizon rapidly.

The sand crunched under his feet as he shifted his weight. He had taken a step back to allow Ionia space to enjoy the sunset in peace. It seemed as if she had made this a regular thing when in her world and he didn't want to break that tradition for her. Suddely, a voice snapped him out of his thought process.

"Hey, are you watching the sunset with me, or not?"

He locked eyes with Ionia and, for once, was not sure how to respond. He stammered with his words for a moment before silently trudging closer, his hands stuffed in his racing suit pockets.

"Do I stink?" She teased grinning down at him. "I thought you were avoiding me!"

He shook his head. "Don't be thilly."

Ionia let out a small chuckle. She found his unusual lisp adorable. "I'm not silly." She stuck out her tongue and returned her gaze to the sunset.

The sky had lit up. Reds, oranges, peaches, greens. It was breathtakingly beautiful and Turbo couldn't help but feel a small amount of jealousy that his game didn't have such a feature.

"Huh." He scuffed a foot over the sand and sniffed through his nose. "It's... Nice I suppose."

"Only nice?" Ionia pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Gosh, you sure are difficult."

Turbo gave shot her an irritable frown before looking back at the sky. Ionia just swatted a hand to dismiss his sudden mood swing, as she had grown somewhat accustomed to it. She looked back at the view in front of her and let out a small, yet satisfied sigh, involuntarily letting out a small puff of mist from her vents. Turbo, who was stood in the near vicinity of the mist, got a face full and he had to swat it away. He looked up at her with another frown, but she was occupied with sky watching. He watched her as her smile grew wider and wider as the sky grew deeper in colour. It tinged her armour with fiery tones, something alien against her bright blue colouration. Her optics glowed brightly highlighting her facial features with its glow. He sensed a strange fluttering in his stomach and felt as if he was about to plummet off a cliff.

"Egh." He cleared his throat and placed a hand to his brow, his gaze now broken from his companion. He scrunched his eyes shut to try and stop whatever was happening to him and felt somewhat relieved when it died down. He opened his eyes again and looked back at Ionia who was now fixated on him. She kneeled down and shot him a sympathetic look.

"Is everything OK? You don't look well."

Her close proximity felt strange to him and he felt oddly breathless. Sweat forced itself from his pores as she placed a hand on his shoulder and brushed the other over his helmet. "I'm... I'm... I'm fine." He stuttered a little, but managed to find himself again after averting his gaze. "Thtop futhing!"

"Futhing?"

"Yes, futhing!"

"OH! Fussing! You mean fussing?"

"That'th what I jutht thaid ithn't it?" Turbo looked back at her with a frown and wrinkled his nose at her, but was surprised when he discovered that she had managed to get even closer to him and nearly rammed his face right into hers as he turned. He let out a small yelp and drew back a little, terrified as his heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. He clasped a hand against his chest and took a deep breath. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" Ionia had no idea why he was acting so oddly, but she felt concerned regardless. "Hey, you're not looking so great. Are you ill?" She reached for him again and took hold of his wrist. "Come on, I'll take you back to your game if you're feeling urpy."

Sweat began to drip from his pores again as soon as she made contact. He swiped his hand from out of her grasp and turned his back with a huff. "I thaid, thtop futhing! I'm fine!" He bit down on his lower lip as he rubbed at his wrist. Her touch had made his skin tingle.

"Stop being a stubborn mule." She shuffled closer on her knees and the sand crunched with each movement. "I won't have you copping it in my game!" She took hold of him by his helmet, lifted him up and plopped him back down facing her, her grip still firmly on either side of his head.  "You know what'll happen then." Her eyes had dimmed and  her face seemed somewhat sad.

Turbo knew that Ionia couldn't get angry, nervous, or sad due to how she had been programmed and wondered if this was the extent of the emotion that she could manage without glitching. He didn't know what to say. It was not often that he had anyone care about his wellbeing and it felt a little alien. He felt a lump forming in his throat and it felt like it was stopping his vocal chords from functioning, no words would come out no matter how hard he tried.

Ionia slowly released her grip on him and  sat down properly in the sand and watched him hoping for some sort of reply. She was ready to rush him back to his game if she had to and she would not hesitate given any sign that he wanted to go back. "Turbo... Honestly. Tell me what's wrong."

Turbo felt her grip leave the side of his head and it felt oddly heavy without the support. He put his head in his hands and rubbed at his face roughly in an attempt to scrub away the strange heated sensation in his cheeks. When he removed his hands his face was red and he tried to keep his face lowered so that his helmet hid as much of it as possible.

"Hey."

"What?" He managed to croak out a reply.

Ionia reached out with both of her arms and hooked them around him, drawing him into a warm embrace. She rested one of her hands on the back of his helmet and patted it gently. "It's OK. You can tell me. We are friends."

Turbo froze on the spot as he was brought in to her chest plating. His heart was beating so loudly that he was scared that she might be able to feel it against her. The blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy and fell limp in her grasp. She caught him and shifted his legs over her thighs so that he didn't hurt himself and had something to sit on. "Woah now. Watch yourself. See! I knew something was wrong. I'm taking you back to your game."

She was just about to get up and carry him off when she felt his hand take hold of her armour to stop her. Turbo slowly looked up at her, revealing his red, sweaty face and he wrinkled his nose. He waited for a reaction, but his eyes kept wandering to her lips. Those blue, plump, shiny lips. He shuddered and looked back at her eyes.

Ionia sat down again and released her grip a little as she felt him reaching for one of her hands. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but allowed him to pull her hand from around him and watched carefully as he slowly placed it against his chest. Her eyes widened as she felt his heart thumping violently against his ribcage and his breath heavy and forced.

"Turbo, I..." She was instantly interrupted.

"I'm thorry." He muttered through ragged breaths. "I jutht can't help it."

"What?" She stared at his red face in the hopes of reading his expression to get answers on what was going on, but was distracted as she felt him release her hand and grasp hold of her collar dragging her forwards.

"I can't help mythelf." Satisfied with her proximity he let go of her collar and took hold of the sides of her face with both of his hands, yanked her forwards and pressed his lips firmly onto hers.

She let out a small yelp and instinctively tried to draw back, but caught herself and allowed him to continue keeping her eyes firmly on his face. After a few seconds he released his grip on her and drew back in horror at what he had just done. His yellow eyes were filled with dread of what the consequences might be, but Ionia just sat there and smiled. That big, goofy smile that she always wore. The smile he had been greeted with when he had first met her. She touched a hand to her lips and rubbed them, chuckling to herself over the delightful tingling sensation.

Turbo felt relieved. The sinking feeling left him and was replaced by the confidence he was known for. He felt like himself again and he knew exactly what he wanted. He moved his face nearer to hers again and grinned at her with his big, yellow teeth.

"Well," laughed Ionia averting her gaze sheepishly, "I must say that a kiss really is as good as they say."

Turbo's eyes shot open. That was her first kiss? It had been his too, but he would never tell anyone that. What had he done? He had stolen her first kiss from her. What must she think? And, more to the point, was he good? He pulled away and struggled with his words again, but was yanked straight back to the same place as before by Ionia who was grinning at him widely. "Can I..." She pursed her lips. "Can I... have another?"

That fluttering feeling returned and Turbo felt his face flush hot again. He had no idea just how red he had turned and for once he didn't care. His attentions were now firmly on his companion who was actually asking him for another kiss. Asking him! Turbo. For another kiss. He couldn't believe his luck. His mouth curved up into a sly grin as he placed his hands on the side of her face again. "Like you have to athk."

He pressed his lips on hers and felt her melt into him, her hands grasping hold of his clothing tightly. It was oddly satisfying and he wanted more. He ghosted kissed against her lips as lightly as possible and had to stagger his breathing as his heart was beating so hard he could almost hear the blood rushing through his veins. The butterfly kisses felt amazing and Ionia let out an involuntary whimper as her fingers gripped tighter onto his racing suit.

The sun had almost entirely gone down and the sky was a light green leading to a deep blue. Turbo knew that they shouldn't stay where they were for fear of being caught, especially with sounds going on like Ionia had just made. He reluctantly drew away and pushed himself off of her. He brushed off some sand that had found its way onto his clothing and looked over at Ionia who was wondering why he had pulled away. "Well, I'm thure you don't want all creathion to be aware of uth doing that, would you?" He grinned widely and pointed to the cave behind them. Ionia instantly jumped up without a word and virtually dived into the cave, Turbo following close behind her.

The cave was dark and smelled damp, but Ionia had that covered. She frequently visited the cave and had decked it out with her own items and that included lighting. She attached a wire to a joint in her armour and the cave lit up around them. The lighting ran on her own energy and needed a boost every once in a while. She pulled back a navy blue leaf patterned fabric curtain and welcomed Turbo into her hideout. It had a large chamber with textiles, pillows, tables and had cloths draped against the walls to make it more comfortable. It looked very comfortable indeed and Turbo couldn't help but smile. It was better than his dark, smelly garage anyway.

Ionia drew the curtain to shut out the outside world, walked over to a mound of plush cushions and plopped herself down on them roughly. She smiled over to Turbo and watched as he took in his surroundings before focusing his attention on her once again. He slowly made his way over and sat on the cushion in front of her. Suddenly felt very aware of himself, he swallowed loudly as his brain registered just how small he was compared to her. His helmet suddenly felt very heavy and he felt a little itchy. He leaned his head on a hand and reclined on his side as Ionia stretched her legs upwards and arched her back to get comfortable.

Turbo felt his face flush red again as he looked her over. His eyes traced her legs and hips, but he closed his eyes and stopped himself, cursing himself inwardly for looking. But his body had other ideas and his eyes opened again and continued to look her over. Every curve was pleasing to look at and he found himself breathing heavily again as his eyes met her lips as she stretched more and let out a satisfied moan.

He reached out a hand and placed it on her forearm as she relaxed, tracing it lightly. Ionia turned her head to look at him and smiled softly, which he took as permission to continue with what he was doing. He shuffled closer and moved his fingers upwards to her shoulder.

"Mmm, that feels good."

It was then Turbo noticed that her upper arm was covered with an outer layer of soft sillicone-like material and he cocked an eyebrow with curiosity for a moment before shrugging it off and resuming his caresses.

He reached further up and his finger met her neck. She leaned her head away from him to allow him better access and let out a gasp. He could tell she really enjoyed that particular spot and he was definitely going to use that to his advantage. While her head was turned he took the opportunity to get to his knees. He moved over her and leaned down softly kissing her neck. Well, that did it. She moaned loudly and arched her back taking him with her as her body knocked him off his feet. She relaxed again and turned her head back to look at Turbo as she felt that he was on top of her, her own face now tinged with a red glow.

"Wow. You sure know how to push my buttons." Laughed Ionia breathlessly. "You fiend, you!"

Turbo didn't say anything in reply, he was too far gone for conversation. He launched himself forwards and violently pushed his mouth on hers causing her to squeak from the sheer shock of the action, but she soon relaxed as his hands did their magic and caressed her neck and jawline. His tongue brushed against her lower lip and she slowly opened her mouth almost on autopilot allowing him access. The pair writhed breathlessly as they explored each other's mouths, Ionia somewhat cautiously as she had not forgotten just how large his teeth actually were. The last thing she wanted was to be minus a tongue at such a moment.

Turbo pulled his head away from hers and tried to catch his breath, but it felt almost impossible. His head was swimming and he could feel all the blood rushing away from his face and down towards his gut. He screwed up his face as he felt it go even lower still and he had to adjust himself as he was now uncomfortable. Ionia's eyes widened a little upon feeling something pressing against her that wasn't there before and was almost about to ask if Turbo carried a gun with him when she realized what it actually was. Her face reddened even more.

After a quick shuffle Turbo leaned back down and aimed for her neck again, he wanted to exploit that as much as possible. The sounds she made drove him crazy. He ran his tongue from the bottom of ner neck up to her jaw and back again and he almost lost it when Ionia moaned, dug her fingers into his back and scratched them downwards.

It was getting too hot. Far too hot. He wiped his brow with his sleeve between kissing her neck and face. Ionia stopped him and slowly sat up, adjusting Turbo so that he was sat with his legs around her waist.  She bit down on her lower lip and grinned as she took hold of his zipper and slowly begain to move it downwards. It took him by surprise, but he soon snapped out of it and allowed her to continue. She unzipped him as far as his waist and carefully pushed her fingers under the fabric around his shoulders, gently pushing it back and caressing his skin at the same time. He had never felt anything like it and he almost melted against her.

Ionia sat there and smiled down at Turbo and admired his bright white skin. He was unusual to look at and not like anyone she had ever seen. He was somewhat skinny, but she was surprised to see that under his suit his arms were actually athletically built. His chest was completely devoid of hair and curved down to a small, round belly. She found herself shyly averting her gaze like a giggling school girl and tried to occupy herself by removing her shoulder plates.

Thunk. Thunk. They hit the cushions beside them and Ionia looked back at the racer as he watched her every move. She reached behind her and unhooked her wings and boosters, allowing them to fall safely behind her on a large cushion. Then her hand reached under her jaw and a loud snap was heard and her upper helm came off with a single tug revealing long, thin cables which resembled optical fibre that glowed a gentle light blue. It was not hair, but it looked very much like it and it framed her face perfectly. Turbo found himself reaching for it. He just had to feel it. It was warm and light and there was almost a small static charge against his fingers. It was then he noticed her reaching under her right arm. She had lowered her gaze and he tilted his head with curiosity. A loud click was heard and Ionia moved her chest armour a little to gauge his reaction. Turbo understood why she had started to act a little shy and he felt a bead of sweat roll down his cheek as he watched in silence.

Thunk. Her chest armour fell to the ground revealing very human anatomy underneath that was coated in a form-fitting, silicone-like material just like her arms. Turbo had to stop himself from diving on her there and then, it was all too much for him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. He was determined to see this through properly. After all, this was his first time experiencing anything of the sort.

Ionia reached downwards and Turbo moved so she could reach her legs. She unhooked the two leg plates and discarded them. That was as far as she was going and Turbo moved back towards her and got to his knees. He shuffled and removed his racing suit and Ionia couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as she saw that he was wearing boxer shorts with big red T shapes on them. But Turbo didn't want her to focus on them, so he took her head in his hands again and took her lower lip in his mouth. He'd be damned if his choice in underwear ruined such a fine moment.

Satisfied her attention had been successfully diverted, he reached his hands round to her back and rubbed them up and down, alternating between hard massage and light tickling. He then noticed a small gap in the texture around the base of her head. Ionia moved her hand back and placed it on top of his. She slowly guided him to take hold of the sillicone material in his fingers and pull. The outer layer began to peel away revealing bare, bright white flesh. It was not flesh in the human sense of the word, but more like a synthetic material similar to the outer coating, only more dense. It was ever so slightly translucent like her face. Turbo smiled slightly realizing that the light blue on her thighs, belly and arms was only a protective covering. He pulled on it and revealed her true form, identical to that of a humans in every, single, perfect, intimate detail. He couldn't resist. He dived in for another kiss as he allowed her to remove the rest down to her waist. Ionia moved her head to the side and took a breath, leaned back and allowed him to be on top of her once more. "Don't forget them."

Turbo had to think what she meant for a second and then realized that she was referring to her lower armour. He sheepishly reached a hand downwards and fumbled around for a way to remove them, but couldn't figure it out at all. Ionia just lay there chuckling inwardly over his struggle and finally guided his hand to a side clasp. He popped it open and nervously slid the armour away from her hips as she lifted herself up to allow him to do so. After it was off, Ionia slid the sillicone coating off fully and watched as Turbo tried his best not to look at her fully naked form. She found his awkwardness adorable. "It's OK. You can look."

He gave quick sideways glances and turned redder with each one. Ionia knew that he wasn't going to do it willingly, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She took hold of one of his hands and placed it on her belly, slowly moving it upwards until it reached an unmistakable body part. Turbo's head shot round to look at what his hand was on and almost passed out when he saw that she had placed his hand fully on her chest. She just smiled sympathetically and reached for his other hand, brought it to her belly and repeated the action, before yanking him on top of her again. She was being poked again and Turbo had to shuffle around again to avoid any pain and suffering, something that Ionia enjoyed. She liked the feeling of friction between them. Her inner flesh rarely had any contact and it was extra sensitive. She wanted him to continue and took hold of his sides and gently moved him back and fourth. This also felt good for him too and he lost himself in the sensation for a moment.

It was then that Turbo clicked on to the fact that she had sensitive skin and was even more determined to explore. Still somewhat shy at first, he cautiously moved his hands around. They were still where Ionia had placed them. She wriggled under him, enjoying what he was doing greatly. This encouraged him to go further and so he reached his head down to her neck once again and began to lightly bite at it. Had Ionia not been too busy moaning from the pleasure, she may have been somewhat unnerved by it. His hands moved from their position slowly down her sides. Being small, he couldnt reach too far, so Ionia lifted her knees to allow him to rub down her thighs.

Shifting a little, Turbo bravely reached past her belly to a more intimate area. This made Ionia instantly arch her back and emit a loud gasp. He took that as a sign that he was doing good and explored her further with his fingers while his mouth kissed at her chest area. He must have hit the spot as Ionia yelled loudly sending Turbo completely over the edge. He quickly discarded his boxer shorts, which landed over the other side of the cave and started to reach for his helmet when Ionia, breathless, stopped him. "N-No. L-L-Leave it on."

Turbo grinned wickedly as he tugged a nearby blanket and pulled it over the top of them both. He positioned himself carefully and massaged the sides of her thighs with his fingertips. Ionia looked down at him and took one of her fingers in her mouth seductively.

"Gentleman, start your engine."

 

 

It took slight, repetitive movements, but in the end Turbo was successful. Ionia felt sharp, seering pain that faded into the most amazing sensation she had ever felt. She grasped hold of the cushion underneath her body as he leaned down and kissed her chest and began moving himself back and fourth. After a sharp intake of breath, Ionia peered downwards to her companion whose face was glowing a bright red colour as his eyes rolled back further and further with each new movement that he made. His breath was ragged and gritty as his vocal chords expelled the pressure building up inside of him. The rhythm now set, he slowly lifted his head up and stared into Ionia's blue eyes as his hands gripped onto her hips tightly.

"I..." Ionia's voice was shaky. "I..."

Turbo instantly silenced her with a sudden and much harder thrust which sent her reeling. He felt her muscles weaken and he loved it. It was like she was at his mercy and he found such odd satisfaction in it. Maybe it was his coding. Maybe he was never really a hero, but something else. He shook his head free of the thoughts that had flooded his brain. The brain, he grumbled inwardly, that was supposed to be focusing on having the best damn sexual encounter he would probably ever have in his coded existence.

Ionia wriggled under him as his hands reached for her face to get her to focus on him. Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks were deep crimson and those lips were pulsing with each heaving breath that she took. She allowed him to roughly press his thumb against them, her tongue grazing the end before he slid it downwards, trailing saliva down her chin as his other hand grasped hold of her hair. It was rough. It was harsh. It was amazing.

"Pull." Ionia stared down at him lustfully as he continued at his pace. It took a moment for him to react, but he obliged, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled on it without hesitation. She yelled out from the pain, but she was loving every moment. Something about her coding made her crave it. Her hands reached down to Turbo's body. "Harder!" Again, he obeyed, this time increasing the strength of each thrust as well as tugging on her long, fibre-like strands.

"Ngggh!" He cringed as she reacted by digging her fingers into his flesh, slowly dragging them downwards. The resulting marks glowied bright red and his eyes caught sight of them. He had to admit, it felt so good that he wanted more. More scratches. More marks on his flesh. His perfect, white flesh. But, those marks were tainting his perfect image. She would pay for that. He flashed her a sinister grin and moved her legs upwards, pushing against the backs of her knees with his palms as he arched himself over her. She would pay dearly. "Thcream, Ionia." His voice rattled in his throat as he dug his fingers into the back of her knees and dragged them down harshly across her thighs. She yelled loudly and gritted her teeth as her skin was set on fire by the pain.

Turbo's grin widened. It was the reaction he had hoped for. "You're all mine, thweet fathe." He traced his tongue against the skin on her chest, all the while his hands kept her legs held high. "And I'm not tharing."

"All... All yours." Ionia had a hard time forming words as he began to pick up the pace again. "Oh gods, oh gods!" Her hands flailed wildly for something to grip on to and found his rear end. She held on tightly and pressed him further into her each time he moved forwards. It was as if it wasn't enough for her. She felt like she wanted so much more of him. It was then she managed to muster up enough strength to force herself out of his grasp. He let out a surprised yelp as he felt himself being seized and flipped onto his back without any warning at all. His heart skipped a beat, but he managed to shake himself free of the shock as he watched his companion drop downwards, her hands either side of his helmet. He stared into her eyes for a moment and read the same thing as what he was feeling held within them. He wanted her so badly. He wanted more.

Ionia leaned downwards, lowering her body slowly onto his. She wanted to be fully skin to skin and wasted no time in creating friction between them both. Her body brushed against him as her lips found his, both writhing in ecstacy as they explored each other's mouths once again.

"I'm..." She tried to speak. "I'm not... Sharing either."

Turbo watched as she sat upright and took hold of his lower region in her hand. She slowly positioned her hips over him and directed him inside. She let out a lustful moan as she started to rock her hips back and forth.

Turbo felt overwhelmed by the experience. He was now at her mercy instead of the other way round, but it was beautiful. Every movement that she made sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. He grunted as he felt the blood leave his upper half again, his eyes clouded with sparks. "Nghhh, Ionia. D..." His hands carressed her belly as she worked up her own rhythm, getting faster and faster as her breathing became more and more ragged. "Don't thtop. Wh-Whatever you do, don't... Don't thtop." Turbo almost growled the last part of his sentence as he felt her tense up around him, her soft moans evolving into loud, passionate screams. He grasped hold of her and brought her forwards so that she was lying fully on top of him and angled himself so that he could match her movements himself. She flopped on top of him awkwardly as if her body was not her own, but continued moving her hips faster and faster as she felt him match her tempo.

Their voices echoed through the cave. Moans, grunts, groans, yells and screams. Ionia had reached her limit and almost brought the walls down around her with the power from her voice. She clung onto him tightly as her body gave up, unable to move anymore as she climaxed, yelling his name. Turbo's eyes rolled back in their head as he felt her insides tense up firmly around him as his ears echoed with the sound of her screaming his name like the roaring cheer of the crowd he was so fond of. She had grown weak, but he knew he had to finish it and took hold of her hips. In one final flurry, he climaxed himself as his hands gripped onto her tightly. "Nggggaaahhh!"

Ionia exhaled as she felt a burst of warmth within her and buried her face in the cushions beside him. Turbo's head began to swim as his ears hissed with the sound of blood rushing through his veins. He felt amazing. He felt like he did when he won a race. No, even better than that.

There was no conversation for some time, just the sound of laboured breathing and the low rumble of the sea from outside. Turbo put a little pressure on her so that she understood that he wanted to move. She allowed him to direct her onto her back again with him on top, never breaking their embrace. He slowly pulled out and relaxed on her, shuffling upwards to be nearer her face. Ionia squirmed as she felt him pull himself free, distracted by a strange trickling sensation from below. She knew what it was and couldn't help but giggle at the mess she was probably making of the poor cushion beneath her.

Turbo lifted his head up a little to look at her, his face still very red from the exertion. Ionia just smiled at him softly, she felt that a vocal response would ruin the moment. The two stared at each other for the longest time before finally one of them spoke.

"You're amazing."

Turbo cracked a small smile over Ionia's praise and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm Turbo-tathtic, baby."

 

 

The cave was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the distant crashing of waves outside. Turbo and Ionia were laying on their cushions, breathless and dripping from head to toe with sweat from their amorous encounter. Turbo looks over at her still wondering if everything had been a dream. He couldn't believe that he had done what he had and that she had accepted his advances, let alone gone the whole way.

His yellow eyes wandered over her naked form as she lay there with her eyes closed in an attempt to regain her composure. Her bright fibre optic-like hair clung to her shoulders and chest due to her damp, sticky skin. He had to blink again for fear that she would fade away before him and he would wake in his dark garage to find it had been a dream.

He had had such dreams in the past. Dreams where he had been brave enough to tell her how he felt and where they would share a night of passion such as they had done moments ago. But every time he would wake up in a puddle of sweat and flush with disappointment to find there was no Ionia beside him, no warmth from her body... Just the cold interior of his garage, the smell of oil and fuel and the faint snoring of his racing rivals.

Turbo slowly stirred and weakly got to his knees. She was still there and he needed to feel his skin against hers again for his own peace of mind. But it was then he suddely became aware of himself. If this had been real, how had he done? Did he satisfy her? Did she consider him to be worthy? He shuffled closer and the movement caused Ionia to open her eyes. He opened his mouth, stopped himself and lowered his head nervously. Ionia reached out a hand and wrapped it behind him and rubbed his bare back. Turbo raised his head and looked Ionia in the eyes, his face still flushed and sweaty. His mouth twitched as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. Ionia smiled up at him warmly. She knew what he wanted to ask.

"You were amazing..."

Almost exhausted from the worry, Turbo let out a loud sigh as his body gave out sending him flopping onto her in a heap. She chuckled lightly and continued to rub his back. "I didn't know you were that self-conscious, Turbutt."

"Turbutt!?" His head shot up again. "What did you call me?"

She let out a louder laugh and patted his head. "Turbutt, Turbutt. It's my new pet name for you."

He jutted out his lower jaw and mumbled under his breath. "Well, fine. But I'm giving you a pet name in that cathe!" His eyes whirled around as he pondered on what to call her, but his train of thought was halted as Ionia wriggled under him. "Eee, ahh. Hold thtill."

"Can't. My butt is going to sleep."

"I don't hear it thnoring."

"You wouldn't want to." Ionia grinned as she gently picked him up and adjusted her position.

"Ah, yeah. Good point." Turbo was not a fan of people picking him up, but he allowed her to do so without protest. He knew she had no malicious intent. "Tho..." He rubbed a hand over his helmet in an attempt to adjust it. "What did you want to do now... Thweetfathe?"

"Thweetfathe?" Her eyes shot open wide as she let out a howl of laughter that echoed through the cave.

"Yeth, thweetfathe. That'th my nickname for you. And there'th no getting out of it!" He stabbed a finger towards her and grinned proudly. "Now, what thall we do nextht?"

"I dunno..." She let out a contented sigh enjoying the close contact. "I like this as it is."

Turbo stared at her calmly. "Yeah. It'th... nithe, ithn't it?" A small smile spread across his face as he leaned closer, placed both of his hands on her cheeks and drew her into a light kiss. "It'th a thame the arcade will be open again in a few hourth."

"Why, because we'll have to part ways?" Ionia was almost melting from the attention and wrapped her arms around him tightly to keep his face as close as she could. She loved staring into those big, yellow eyes of his.

"Well, there ith that, but..." His flashed her a big, cheeky smile. "I wath thinking of a repeat performanthe."

"Oh my!" Ionia slapped him playfully on the butt and grinned widely. "Turbutt, you are one naughty little guy."

"Hey, hey, hey. Leth of the little, if you pleathe." He grabbed hold of her chin with a hand and nipped at her lips. "We both know I'm not tho little, if you catch my meaning."

Ionia couldn't help but burst into gales of laughter once again. He was amusing to her and she loved that devilish streak in him. "Damn straight."

"Thtill..." Turbo looked around the cave whistfully. "It would be nithe to thpend more time with you. That ith, if you want to."

"Are you serious?" Ionia squished his face between both her hands and forced him to look at her, his lips poking out like a fish. "Of course I do. I wouldn't have just let you do that if I didn't. I'm not easy, you know."

The racer's face flushed pink for even saying such a thing and turned an even deeper shade as Ionia grabbed hold of him tightly and flipped their positions so that she was now over him. He swallowed nervously as he stared up at her big, blue eyes as she slowly lowered her naked body onto him and wriggled to get comfortable.

"I'm not squashing you, am I?"

"Nope! All good." Turbo felt his heart beating faster as he felt familiar female anatomy against his chest.

"Good." She lowered her head and planted soft kisses on his collar bone, then moved down to his chest and belly. She felt him shiver against her and noticed his skin prickle with goosebumps. "Is that good?"

"Y-Yeth. Tho good."

She smiled and continued, lightly kissing around his belly button, then going even lower. Turbo's eyes shot open as he felt her take him in her mouth and his breath halted in his throat.

Ionia ran her tongue up and down him and stopped to look him in the eye. "How about that? Is that good too?"

Turbo couldn't speak. He just nodded as he grasped the cushion below him tightly, sweat rolling down his face again as the familiar feeling of blood rushing downwards filled his senses. It was scary, it was nerve-wracking, it was amazing!

Ionia had managed to work up a rhythm and was giving it all she had. She loved hearing him react to her actions and revelled in every moan he let out. His hands had found their way to her head and had tangled in her hair as she upped her pace. Every time he made a sound she felt his hands tighten their grip. Only when she had decided that she had worked him up enough did she stop, wipe her mouth and give him a playful grin.

Turbo's head shot up and he stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. "Wh... Why have you th-thtopped!?"

"Oh, I thought you might have had enough." She laughed teasingly as she rubbed a hand down her chest to get him even more riled up.

"You evil, evil... DON'T THTOP!" He groaned in frustration and threw his head back so hard that his helmet rolled off revealing a mess of wet, black hair. "D-DON'T!"

Ionia decided she had teased him long enough and shuffled over him, lined up her hips over his and slowly lowered herself onto him. His head shot up again as he felt her around him once more, his face glowing red. It was then she moved her hips and the feeling overwhelmed him. "How? How can... How can you have thith power over me?"

Ionia bent forward and leaned in towards his face. "Must be space magic." She straightened up again and raised her arms, rotating her hips and caressing herself seductively.

Turbo's eyes followed her every move as his mouth hung open in shock at what he was witnessing. He reached a hand up and ran it down her belly and over her hips. Those curves... They felt divine. He ran his hand back up and Ionia leaned down a little to allow him to explore her body more easily and he did so readily. "Tho... Tho... Thweet."

Ionia had given up talking. She was enjoying herself far too much. Her pace had quickened and her breath had become more laboured as she began to let out small moans as his hands caressed her body. Turbo's heart skipped a beat with every sound she made and started to match her rhythm with his own movement to make the experience even more intense. He grabbed hold of her hips tightly and guided her in a circular movement to which she happily obliged. The two gasped loudly at the change and clenched their hands onto whatever they were gripping on to. For Turbo it happened to be Ionia's hips and it made her squeal with delight.

"I love it... When you thqueal." He did it again and Ionia squealed once more.

"Well," Ionia tried to speak, "It's my turn to make you squeal."

Turbo just grinned wickedly as she upped her pace, leaned forwards and entangled her fingers in his hair.

It took a while, but she finally managed it. Turbo let out shrill cries of pleasure, the likes of which had never been heard before from him. He yelled her name over and over and collapsed in a heap under her. She had no idea how he had such stamina to go for so long, but she certainly wasn't complaining. She flopped forwards and rolled over so she wasn't squishing him and grinned, satisfied with her work. For such a small guy he packed a punch, that was for certain. She ran a finger over his body and watched him catch his breath.

After regaining his composure somewhat, the racer looked beside him and stared at Ionia in shock. "How... How did you do that!?" He had never experienced anything like it in his life and he had no idea that he could even be so loud.

She smiled at him peacefully and snuggled into the cushion beneath her. "Like I said... Space magic!"