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The winds outside are calm, its nature matches the characteristics of the rough terrain within the rugged environment of past battles. A white wolf with blue eyes is pushing along a cart, his morning coffee jumbles and shakes across the tiny divots in the soil.Laden across the battlefield are parts of weaponized technology utilized for war.Each side of the conflict has contracted various companies to fabricate new technology to better their side's lives. On the side of the cart is the wolf's name, Codec. He walks upon a battle-scarred terrain and analyzes the pieces left behind. A mechanical arm, some wires, and a cracked helmet stick out to him. He scoffs slightly and sighs "Why in all the years of this damn conflict that they can't make their equipment a little more durable." He looks up as he takes a sip of his coffee, it's gotten to be roughly room temperature at this point. The beautiful clear skies are somewhat peaceful compared to the immediate sounds of war a few kilometers North.Just as he places his mug down onto the cart, he spots a metallic shimmer in a partially destroyed enemy bunker.

Peaking above the rubble is an almost fully intact battle suit from the opposing side. Codec's ears perk up and his tail sways side to side. "Oh my god! This is great, I hope most of it is still here. I do need something new to work on as a side project." Rocks and small boulders are tossed and tumbled out of the way so Codec can examine the battle suit more closely. The black and red colors are traced throughout the main parts of the suit. Slowly Codec's reclaim cart is filled with pieces of the suit. "Okay let's see here. Chest plate, arms, legs, oh those could use a patch up. Now all I need is the helmet." Codec sighs again and slowly turns in a complete circle to try and locate the piece of equipment. After an hour or two of searching, he finds it within some broken timber within the bunker. Codec then begins to push the cart back to the defense outpost with the helmet under his arm.The clanks and clings of the reclaimed suit echo throughout the facility.

The electronic doors slide open and lock behind him. A robotic voice exclaims to stand still during the cleaning process. A hum is heard and then gusts of air blow throughout the chamber. Dust particles and small pieces of sediment blow off of the equipment and Codec. The whirring winds down and Codec shakes his fur as he mutters to himself "God I hate that part." The defense facility itself is small, but manageable. Normally the place is crawling with other defense contractors fabricating or examining equipment to be used in the war, but there was a lot of requests for personnel to be moved up North towards the warfront. Codec volunteered to stay behind and finish up the loose ends of projects within this facility sector. He works for Techno-Labs Unlimited, one of the main contractors for one side during the war. Codec was brought on as a technology consultant but has showed his expertise in the field and was promoted to 'Lead Tech Engineer'. He swipes his keycard and enters his personal workspace. It would best be described as an organized mess; crumpled pieces of paper and scribbles of past designs and calculations litter the floor. On the right side of the room is a chalkboard with various equations and blueprints from past projects. The cart's wheels squeak as they halt in the center of the room. Codec removes his coffee first and places it on the adjacent side of the other brown stained porcelain mugs of days prior.One by one he unloads the parts of the body suit under a series of wires and mechanical tendrils. These appliances are used by engineers to hold bigger or heavier projects so they can be easily worked on or crafted. He takes a look back at the pile of scratched equipment, it sits below the wires like a pile of bones. "War isn't pretty", he sighs as the cart is wheeled out of the room, so he has more space to work on the project.

Codec comes back into the room, dons his lab coat, and presses a couple buttons on the side control panel.This controls the wires and main claws that support the heavier projects, like the battle suit. An electrical whirring sound echoes throughout the workspace as the wires and claws pickup and rearrange the pile of reclaimed equipment from the floor. Codec grabs his chair and sits down, eyeing his project. The suit looks simple, not a destructive or harmful looking attribute about it. It is quite possible the suit manifests strength and other physical abilities greater than that of the pilot or host.With a half-baked idea and a full piece of chalk, he scribbles and scrawls various symbols and dimensions on the well-worn chalkboard.His hands guide the chalk swiftly; the fast motions coincide with the steady streamlined thinking of his aspirations for the project. Several times Codec needs to step back from the chalkboard to review his work holistically and then compare it to the battle suit mounted within the workspace. He rubs part of his fur with his hand as he thinks aloud, "Hmm it's form fitting, so I guess it would not be beneficial to add on more tactical gear.Maybe I can recalibrate or upgrade its software?" Codec's methodical 'hmms' and 'huhs' are audible throughout the workspace.

After some more critical thinking if there was any possible way to add more physical gear to the suit, Codec swivels over in his chair to the suit. Its red and black glint reflect his soft white fur and crystal blue eyes. He examines the helmet thoroughly to see if he can identify a program specialist company or its primary manufacturer.The facility has a series of coding programs that can be used to code its way into the software of the suit efficiently. If done in this manor, any further executables installed within the suit shall function normally and not cause the firewall to boot out the new software. In fine print on the top right of the visor on the helmet, it reads 'Selenium Battle Suit; Therion Software'. Codec leans back and crosses his legs for a moment, "Therion Software? I've heard of it but can't say I've worked with it before.Maybe the system processing would know more?" Codec swivels in the chair and rolls to the control panel, next to it is a computer. A lot of software that is uploaded into new equipment, or general programming for the company is conducted on the facility's computers. Codec connects a single small black wire from the control panel to the back of the monitor and feeds a coaxial cable from the control panel to the back of the suit. After flipping some switches, there is a soft red glow around the suit and helmet as a command prompt pops up on the monitor.Numbers and letters in various languages including binary trace across the screen as Codec begins to methodically tap away on his keyboard in the text window.Battle suits normally come with an encryption built in, so that is the first task in determining how to effectively play with the software. As he begins to try different methods of breaking into the software, various beeps and blips can be heard from the suit. He stops for a moment and looks over at his project. Each piece he had collected is hanging by itself to easily be worked on, but they all seemed slightly closer together. Codec shrugs it off as just random tech nonsense that he can't explain and continues rapping away at the keyboard.

Eventually he does break into the software of the suit, and protocol when this happens is to restart the suit and the system, so it thinks that nothing has infiltrated it. Codec flips two switches on the panel and presses a button, the red glow stops, and the pieces of equipment swing gently. He waits a few minutes and passes the time by stretching his legs and arms as he has been sitting in the chair for quite a while.Enough time has passed, so Codec powers on the system and suit again. He stands in front of it as the faint red lights begin to glow again. A chime is heard as the onboard computer within the helmet relays a status update and lists equipment information. Codec admires the intrinsic hardware and software of what he has collected. He steps closer and investigates the visor of the helmet, just then the onboard computer's voice exclaims 'Pilot identified, running welcome protocol.' The whirring loudens, the glow is brighter, and the equipment snaps together with great force. The left arm breaks from the wire and grapples Codec's left arm. The grip is strong but comforting in a way.The computer chimes again 'Please remain still as the suit envelops you'.Codec panics for a moment but realizes that this could be an even better way to learn about the software and this suits capabilities. He extends his arms out and spreads his legs slightly. The suit begins to wrap around his fur as various clicks are heard throughout the body, cinching everything together. Codec feels the warmth of the equipment all around him, the visor on the headset makes his whole workshop a red crimson tint. The computer chimes once more 'Your heartrate levels show higher than normal for initiating pilot mode.Activating calming mechanism.'

Codec's eyes widened; he can feel a sheath slowly cover his cock. It began to vibrate softly, the feeling of the vibration on his balls was not like anything he had ever felt.Encapsulated within this skintight and form fitting suit felt good in a way. He began to enjoy the vibrations and undulating motions the suit provided.Codec began to moan softly, as his shaft grew slightly every time his cock tinged with excitement. It was soon enough that he was fully erect, and the suit began making work of his grown member. The pleasure and amorous behavior of the calming protocol took attention away from the probe that slowly protruded from the back of the suit. Codec could feel a bulbous rod tease just underneath the start of his tail. He does not know what to focus on more; the vibrations teasing the head of his cock or the probe playing with his ass. It feels welcoming to him, adding onto the already enclosed space and the forced form fitting suit.

His moans grew louder as the probe began to extend slowly against him. He could feel it touching the outside of his hole.The probe wasn't cold but had a warmth that calmed him greatly.The onboard computer chimed once more 'To reach the previously calibrated heartbeat, an orgasm is needed. Relax as the process continues.' Immediately afterwards the probe entered his ass.

It felt tight.

It felt warm.

It felt calming.

Codec begins to focus on the probe giving him love from behind. He can feel it slowly inserting itself into him, and slowly pulling out. He is loving every second of this amorous behavior. Soon, precum begins to leak from the head of his cock.The precum becomes more of a lubricant for the vibrating sheath as it begins to glide even more effortlessly on his shaft. He moans louder and opens his mouth, exposing a moist longue tongue along with sharp well-kept teeth. His exhales to relieve some of the brought on sexual nature are warm, hot, and full of breath. From the outside the wires begin to wrap slowly around each appendage of the suit. It immediately retracts and now Codec is grappled by the wires, hanging there like part of his equipment he had previously tried working on. The force from the probe and the vibrations of the sheathe move the wires ever so slightly. Codec swings gently as he is pounded harder and deeper, he can feel the immense pressure within the suit.The probe coming from behind begins to vibrate with the same frequency as the sheathe encapsulating his hard throbbing cock. Codec lets out a loud moan and the well-known chime pipes up once more. 'Volume levels are too high, executing reestablishment measures.' Codec's moan was cut off by a second probe as warm as the one comforting his ass in his mouth.Its movements mimic that of the one entering his hole with less force.His saliva coats the probe as his lips lock around it.

Codec tries to adjust his posture by attempting to move his arms and legs, but the software on the suit has taken over the wires. He moves his right arm slightly, but it is reeled back in its previous positions. He begins to imagine how each, and every pilot of this suit has to go through this type of procedure.Their mouths, ass, and shaft being claimed by the suit makes his cock throb even harder. He slightly moves his hips so he can take more and more of the probe behind him. His tail curls and wraps around the exterior of the suit.Codec's growing amorous imagination is cut short by the feeling of the probe going deeper into his mouth. The taste is exquisite; slightly salty, warm, and sweet. The mixture of the saliva and probe swirl in his mouth as his tongue teases the probe. Codec closes his eyes and begins to focus his senses on all the spots being pleasured.

Back and forth pumping behind him.

Vibrations glide smoothly up and down his shaft.

Sloshing saliva and gagging fill his mouth.

It begins to overwhelm Codec; the pressure, the warmth, the vibrations all excite him greatly. He can't hold it back anymore. Moans and groans of amorous pleasure make their way through his mouth as the vibrating sheath ramp in speed to send him over the edge. The feeling is immense as the sheath picks up speed and constricts slightly to make the orgasm more exhaustive.The sheathe itself feels like it is made of a soft silicon rubber material."It feels too good, I'm so close! I'm gonna - " Codec thinks to himself as his throbbing hard cock begins to pump and fuel the chamber of the sheathe with his warm hot seed. The motions of the mechanisms within the battle suit are fluid. The system begins to pump Codec's cum through tubes within the suit.From the outside, the red glow is even brighter; more vibrant. He has stopped struggling and relaxed his body. Fighting the machine was not an option, he didn't want it to stop otherwise. It felt so good to him.Each hole being used and played with; all to make him relax so he can pilot the suit.The tubes led to each of the probes; soon enough Codec could feel the warmth eject from the tip of each probe. It felt amazing to him. Cum, saliva, and the probe thrusting into his mouth. He tasted good; again, slightly salty, but sweet and welcoming. The vibrations stop on his cock an the sheathe is lifted.His cock tingles and twitches, with cum still dripping from the head.

Codec focusses on the probe behind him, its motions more fluid than ever. It glides with ease within his ass now.The probe slows down to begin pumping him full of his own warmth. He can feel his muscles in his ass relax. With one final thrust, he yips as the last bit of cum goes into him. Simultaneously it releases the last bit of seed he had in him from the head of his dick. The probes slowly retract from Codec's holes and back into their own slots. The onboard system chimes one last time 'Heart rate elevation and declination complete. You are now relaxed and now ready to pilot.' Codec pauses to catch his breath and gain some energy.After doing so, he unravels the wires and cables previously restricting him. In a scramble of exhaustion, he finds the suits power button and turns it off.The slight whirr of electricity ceases as does the soft red glow.Codec takes the headgear off first, then the other pieces of equipment.Slowly, he crawls to his desk chair and slumps down. His eyes scan over the suit slowly while his mouth is still agape. After a moment, he collects himself and begins to clean up.

Later, Codec begins dutifully writing his experiences with the suit in a series of lab documents. He concise summary follows his analysis; 'A suit utilized in the war still accosting our lives found its way into my hands. Several tests and observations later served to discover that the maker is Selenium Technology utilizing software coded by Therion. More tests will follow because of the lack of true piloting evidence.'

Codec looks over at the suit in a jumbled mess again, he gets up from his chair and stretches.Codec yawns once, chugs a bit of his coffee and begins conducting more tests on the suit. With the power button pressed again it whirrs with life once more.The onboard system chimes and states 'Welcome Pilot, is calming protocol still in order? If not, please state the override password'. Codec smiles as his tail wags with pleasure.