Maverick Mayhem

Take A Seat (Ferham)

A/N: based off of that one meme I keep finding...

Ferham - Facesitting
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Dynamo had been laying on the couch scrolling through his phone. He had been browsing through Reploigram, a social networking application for Reploids and humans, as he thought about what the Maverick Hunters were doing at this time since Dr. Horace Lee's proposal to start a new world order after bringing everlasting peace with the help of reprogramming.

His eyes settling peacefully while staring at his phone, Dynamo smiled proudly as he saw a picture of the navigator Reploid Alia holding a small Childbot in her arms and giving off a warm smile. He usually enjoyed thinking about her everyday, curious of what he wanted to do if he ever saw her again.
Although it would be a nice fantasy to have, the mercenary Reploid started to have his mind wander to a different subject.

He lowered his phone down and looked around the living room of the Maverick rehabilitation center, his vision becoming clear of the scenery before him. The Television set that sat in front of him, the bookshelves that were adjacent to the kitchen, and the entire room filled to the brim with chairs and couches.
That Doc is a crazy bat Dynamo thought bitterly as he kept his smug grin and continued to rest soundly on the sofa he laid on.

He lowered his red helmet visor and made his eyelids go heavy thinking all was right with the world until he saw a flash of dark pink and fuchsia within his vision. Dynamo jolted to a halt when he witnessed the same colors flash by again as they flew about in fast frenzies.

Great. It must be Sigma's stupid dog again he thought darkly as he tried to ignore it so he could get his rest. That was when the colors had soon faded and what appeared before him was none other than Ferham, one of the many female Mavericks inside the house.

Dynamo sighed a quick breath of relief as he chuckled a bit. He knew that mischievous attitude anywhere besides his own. "Ferham, what are you doing out here?" He asked, scratching the locks of his hair. The former rebellion member had started to gently set her wings into rest mode, her entire robotic body motioning its way to the mercenary.

"Oh I was just doing my usual flying exercises until I saw you and had to stop," she chirruped happily, clapping her hands as if she was overjoyed. Dynamo nodded and then laid back down on the couch to continue his rest.
"What are you doing?" Ferham asked as she playfully booped Dynamo on the nose.

"Oh, the usual - kicking back, staying calm and cool. It's something that Sigma himself should do," he replied. "And the Hunters. Being hot in battle's gonna tire them out!"

The two Mavericks had been having a nice conversation for quite some time until Ferham started feeling herself wanting to do something else more. During her stay here inside Dr. Horace Lee's rehabilitation center for Mavericks, the lady had had a crush on Dynamo for quite some time.

In any way she wanted to show her affections, but didn't know how to do so. Her plum ass mischievously wiggling in the air, Ferham could already feel a giggle coming out of her as she stared into the eyes of a sexy mercenary.
Ferham had never thought of her plan like this, but she would like to give it a try.

Finally, she asked, "hey, Dynamo. I was curious about something. Mind if I discuss it with you?"

The mercenary Reploid sat up from the arm of the couch and said, "of course, hon. What about?"

Ferham sat cross legged on the wooden floor and sighed deeply, thinking about what she was already planning to do. The female Maverick chuckled nervously as she looked up and down, checking out Dynamo.
Such a sexy little thing she thought as her face turned undeniably red with lust.

She stood back up and sighed in confidence, then clapped her hands together and her face settled into an apprehensive scowl at the Maverick mercenary.
"Alright," she said, "I've gone through your browser history and... you seem to have a type."

Dynamo jolted up in surprise as he heard Ferham say those words, his entire face flushing into a ripe tomato color, reluctantly covering his face with his hands. Did he hear correctly from his housemate - has she been checking his laptop or something?
In fact, why was she checking his laptop? Dynamo wanted to run from this crazy Maverick girl, but this was beginning to be too much.

The Maverick mercenary chuckled a bit as he sat back up and smiled sheepishly. "I have no idea what you're talking about!" He lied, pulling his red visor down to avoid eye contact with Ferham.
"Yes, so apparently Dr. Lee asked if I could check your stuff to see if you aren't engaging in anything illegal, but if this is what you're into... this seems like a problem."

Dynamo blushed a bit as he continued to ponder at his housemate's pestering accusations. Ferham looked down at the Mercenary with her full height and said, "to help you lose interest in those sites, it would be best if you experienced the real thing."
The Maverick lady placed a reassuring hand on her crush's shoulder and then sighed deeply, knowing what she was planning on doing for him.

"Here we go," she told herself deeply as she gently placed a hand on Dynamo and laid him back down on the couch, flat on his back. The mercenary was anticipating for whatever had been planned for him as the lady lifted her rump and proceeded to take a seat onto Dynamo's face.
She wiggled her bottom a little as she settled herself on her friend as the mercenary was stuck in a shocked state.

"Now remember - I'm only doing this once!" Ferham firmly instructed as she continued plopping her rump against Dynamo's face, suffocating him with her own wind. Wobbling it slowly and gently, Ferham rubbed her black latex ass against the mercenary until she somehow found comfort and stood still.
Dynamo couldn't help but accept this newfound discovery with the female Maverick.

He had a deep feeling that maybe this was what he had been wanting for so long, especially since he felt the same way about Ferham. The Maverick woman had sat perched on Dynamo's face and then went back to playfully wiggling her plump backside.
Ferham had assumed he wanted to scream, but for some reason that was yet unknown, Dynamo refused and had succumbed to being trapped underneath the Maverick lady's warm ass.

Ferham gave one last wiggle until she could feel Dynamo become dormant beneath her rump, which could possibly mean any form of air he used to breathe was no longer there. Ferham got up from her perch and looked down behind her to see the mercenary, whose eyes were closed.
Judging by his shy smile, Ferham could tell Dynamo enjoyed being sat on as he sighed deeply in satisfaction.

"Hopefully you've lost interest in those naughty sites, huh, Dynamo?" She asked as she lifted her butt off of his face to give him some air to breathe.
"Now that you've discovered the real thing and all, this should help you."

Dynamo, finally regaining oxygen, opened his eyes and gave off a satisfied smile at Ferham, his eyes settling down and giving off a warm, fuzzy feeling. His dream of being used as a chair had come true, thanks to Ferham.