Bouncer was what the third new F-16 was called. When a new B-1 Lancer came to the base, I knew that this was not going to stop until the 3 war veterans each got their own slave to fuck and abuse. Due to that, I let the young bomber go with them. Eventually, he was named Wideload by the members in their hangar. I could take a guess as to how Bouncer and Wideload got their names. Since all the younglings were in need of a paint job, I decided we all should get one. "I think since we have enough of us to form a squad, we should have the same color scheme and decal." I proposed. Gamma, Babybird and Hatchling were all for it. Mistcloak was a bit skeptical. "What are we going to call this squad? We need to have a name." he asked. I smirked and said "The first night we were here, Wallbuster said he wasn't going to pass the torch to a generation of pansies. I think we can make fun of that by adopting it. We'll be the Dirty Pansies. Each of our wings will have a brown and black Pansy flower. The base color we'll take his sky blue and the wing and tai color will be yellow." I answered.
Gamma, Babybird and Hatchling were still in. Mistcloak though it was dumb. Boomie said "Alright. I'm not happy with the design, but anything is better than what I have on me now. If I can get away from what I looked like when those fuckheads got me that night, it'll be a plus." He was in. Mistcloak just looked at the rest of us like we all were crazy. We probably were to be honest. Eventually, he chuckled to himself and said "I can't believe I'm going along with this". He was the last one and we got it scheduled for a week from the next day. We had ample time to walk around the base and hang out with the humans. It was a simple thing to help them with lifting heavy equipment or move large vehicles from one end of the base to another. We were not doing much of anything here anyway. That got us some nice friends around the base too. It was a good way to combat the contacts that the vets had in the top brass and in engineering. Speaking of, we were probably going to have to watch out for any of Siegebreaker's cronies. The last thing we needed was some sabotage on us.
Painting was a tedious process. Humans had to go around us and spray us with multiple coats of new paint and primers. I gave them the full design and the human crew went to work. Since the humas that we knew were on the job, we could relax and let them do their work. Once the Dirty Pansies paintjob and liveries were applied on us, we began strutting around the base. Some liked the design. Others mocked us. That was fine with me. It was about sending the message. 6 people made a full party in the game, so this squad was a full roster in itself. I was the de facto leader and we just helped around the base. Bouncer and Wideload got painted too. They were light gray with pink wings and tails. They also had liveries of pinup babes on them. It was not human women though. They were female bomber aeromorphs. The 3 bitches of their hangar were miserable as there was no escape for them. No one was going to help them. No one cared about them. I felt a bit bad for them, but it simply was not worth rocking the boat. The small tasks gave only a tiny amount of exp. We were weak.
None of us were a match for the veterans. We knew it. They knew it. They all knew that we knew it. It was what kept the peace between our hangars. We all were going to keep out of their way. They had their own sex slaves to fuck and mess with, so they had very little reason to risk a giant blow up with us. As we were getting our fuel and weekly maintenance together, Bouncer scurried over. Babybird and Hatchling were in the same clutch as him, so they actually were concerned for him. It was the only exception to the unspoken pact between the 2 hangars. They both made sure that he had his full checkups and gave him advice. He was under Wallbuster's control now. It was a full dominance thing. Bouncer was humiliated, fucked and overpowered at every opportunity. To us, it seemed to us that Wallbuster was the worst of the tyrants. At least Ace and Siegebreaker actually made sure to train and drill their slaves. After Blue Rocket lost to Boomie, Ace whipped him into shape. Siegebreaker did the same with the younger bomber he was now fucking. Wallbuster was a poor match.
