Hentai POW: Thunderbolt vs. Sally

Hentai Match. First to cum loses
Powers, except flight, allowed
Winner takes the loser home for the entire day (Currently the morning)

Bright and early, not the typical time to have a match, but given the stipulation, it made sense. This was the debut match for a machine versus another machine who has been around. The newcommer looks in the mirror and flexes her muscular body


The aeromorph gives a smile "Looks like today is going to be fun." she said to herself. Thunderbolt was young, at least physically. She has only be active 2 weeks and here she is about to make her debut in F&F. She was going to be facing a robot, but not like herself. This Sally is an AI robot. Thunderbolt here is really a golem with a robot structure. Effectively, they are both robots, just different production methods.

The Robot Golem made her way to the ring, generic rock music played in the background. She didn't have a theme yet, mostly because she still has a lot to learn about the world. Thunderbolt flew into the ring and placed safety hatches over the turbines, just so she won't use them accidentally. She then watched to see Sally arrive

“What the hell is that?!” Sally remarked from backstage, astounded as she watched the anthropomorph take the stage. The AFW's underrated Fur and Feathers division held some truly miraculous creatures, but this piece of two-legged air force hardware left Sally the most incredulous. Knowing that she took an interest in prisoner of war matches only made her more fascinating, but Sally forced herself to focus as her own intro music started playing. Like any opponent, she was happy to fuck her for the entertainment of the masses.

Sally strolled casually down the arena runway, allowing the audience to ogle her a bit. The artificial skin that covered her endoskeleton was smooth and pale, accented by glistening metal plates that covered parts of her body, most notably her crotch and breasts. Metal coils were wound tight around her back, tipped with probes and instruments crafted to inflict both pain and pleasure. An artificial tuft of short, blue hair adorned her head, while matching eyes scanned her opponent, sizing her up.

“So you're Thunderbolt,” Sally greeted the woman as she slipped underneath the ropes and into the ring. “It's a real pleasure to meet you. Hope you're ready for this, because I'm not the most gentle lover,” she warned.

Thunderbolt sized up Sally. She appeared to be a friendly and sexy foe. Sally's words and mood seemed like a, how do they call it?, a face. The areomorph replied with interest, saying "Heh, well, that makes two of us. I can't wait to beat your bitch ass into the ground." Her words may have been rude and unfriendly if said in a normal tone, but the way Thunderbolt said it seemed like it was just a friendly jab, not typical trash talk. Just in case Sally didn't get it, the jetgirl added "Hope you don't mind friendly trash talk." She then extended her hand "Good luck, you slutty hunk of junk."

Sally would've raised an eyebrow to this woman's language if she had eyebrows to raise. This girl was raunchy, feistier than anyone Sally had come across so far in the Fur and Feathers league, which was saying something. On the bright side, since she seemed tough both in personality and her physical build, the android didn't have to worry too much about the women injuring each other by accident. It was clear that they could both take a lot of punishment and come out of it smiling.

Sally reached out and shook Thunder's hand with a devilish grin on her face. Then the bell rang, and Sally charged. Since both women seemed confident in their strength, Sally decided to start the fight by grabbing Thunderbolt's arms and shoulders for a collar and elbow tie up. Sooner or later, the women would surely be engaging in a more sexual fight, but right now the android was curious to see which fighter had more brute strength, so she tried to push back, hoping that the aeromorph would return her challenge.

Thunderbolt smirked when the bell rang. She rushed forward and met Sally in the center, locking up with her and begin the test of strength. Thunderbolt was built strong and tough, so she was sure to win. She began to overpower the pure machine, her grin widening. "Apparently being a pure robot also means you a pure weakling." she mocked, "Time to show you the power of the combination of magic and tech, bitch!" she added boastfully.

If Thunderbolt got enough ground in the test of strength, she would press her advantage by giving Sally a quick knee strike to the machine's belly before trying to follow up by picking her up for a bearhug, assuming if Sally's grip got loose enough to where Thunderbolt could break free after the knee strike.

Thunderbolt was strong, without question. Sally took one step back, then another as her exotic foe mashed their bodies together, pushing her toward the ropes. Just when Sally was beginning to realize that she would need to break the lockup with a knee strike or something, Thunderbolt stole the initiative by driving a knee into her stomach instead!

“Gah!” Sally cried as Thunderbolt rattled her insides. Even though it wasn't possible to knock the wind out of a woman with no diaphragm or lungs, Sally was still dazed enough to let Thunderbolt slip out of her grasp, and that was enough of an opening for the woman to capture her. Appropriate for an aeromorph, her arms were as strong and firm as steel, and Sally grimaced as she realized just how powerful this woman was. Yelping from the pain, Sally wriggled in Thunderbolt's grasp, kicking her legs in a vain attempt to free herself. If it hadn't been for the metal bikini that covered Sally's breasts, Thunder would've been able to enjoy the sensation of their breasts squishing each other as well, but the android was still embarrassed that her opponent had gained an early hold on her.

"Heh, seems like you don't like feeling like a worthless hunk of junk." Thunderbolt mocked, still using her rough, but friendly tone. With the android in her grip, Thunderbolt began to examine her body, noticing that it really was a metal bikini. Thunderbolt just had pasties on her breasts and over her pussy. The Aeromorph grinned at Sally, trying to figure out how to undo the bra, fiddling around with while maintaining a tight grip on her.

After a while, Thunderbolt's grip would begin to slip. If Sally wasn't quick enough to capitalise, the robotic golem would tighten it again, but if Sally did manage to find a way to counter in time, then it wouldn't look good for the areomorph.