The golden-haired adventurer approaches the airship port, a glimmer in her cyan eyes and her white scarf fluttering in the wind. Though her swords are clearly sheathed in their scabbards, she cracks her knuckles, fierce determination upon her lips. When she reaches the front door, she takes a moment, draws in a breath, and announces her arrival with a resounding kick!
The door bashes open, and she cups her hands over her mouth, shouting. “Yo, Rede! Your rival’s back in town, and she’s here for a rematch!”
Inside the shop, there is no response.
She frowns, stepping into the darkened room. “Rede? You home?”
“Oh, damn, are you actually out? Should have asked around town and…”
A muffled shuffle has one sword drawn, spinning around. “Hm… wanting to sneak-attack me, eh? Oh, that’s fine.” She sheathes her blade and tiptoes. “I can catch ya off guard, don’t you worry! I’m winning our sparring match this time, and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.
The airship mechanic is not far from the swordmaster but in an entirely different world. Working on a particularly stubborn elemental motor, the frustration of tweaking the magical properties had led to more headaches than she could deal with. Not only that, but she couldn’t get the last scrying message she got from Violete out of her head, an image of her pal off in a mystical landscape, under a glistening waterfall, her tits on full display as she holds her hands atop them.
Fuck, why can’t she be there right now?
Just thinking of being with her got her so distracted with her work and the annoying monster in her pants.
“Fuck it,” she had told herself, stomping off to her supply cabinet. She pulls out a small bottle of clear liquid there and uncorks it. Soon, she drops her pants right in the middle of her workshop, falling back onto a pile of folded-up sails, where she pulls up her top enough to expose her own tits.
Firmly grasping her rod, she pours some of the lubrication on her cock and strokes, her still-gloved hand squeezing and tweaking at her chest, biting her lip. “Damn it all…” she groans to herself. 
The door on the other side of the workshop bursts open, another swift kick from the intruder. “Rede! You thought you could surprise me, right? I…”
“Cobie!? What the fuck!” Rede scrambles, pulling her pants up, her cock catching on the waistband. “Knocking doesn’t mean barging in on a girl!”
Cobie stares, slack-jawed, hunched over, wiping her lower lip with her wrist. “Rede, I was… just trying to fight you.”
Rede stumbles to her boots, tugging her shirt down. “It’s not a good time, you know.”
Cobie smirks and taps her chin. “Oh, you’re right. This isn’t a time to be fighting.”
Rede nods. “Good, now, ah!?”
Cobie is upon her, her hand wrapped around the still-exposed cock, her chest pressed against Rede’s. “I think it’s time you fess up about holding out on me. How is it we’ve exchanged blows? I never knew you were packing this kind of weaponry.”
Rede blushes, tensing up for about a moment before Cobie’s thumb rubs around her head. “S… shut up.”
“What for? I’m here to challenge you, babe,” Cobie says, leaning in, whispering into her ear. “And I’d bet you’d just love to have this big fat cock shoved so far up my ass, I won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Rede bites her lip.
“Ah, yeah, your big friend here seems to agree with me,” Cobie teases. “What do you say? Eager to shut me up by using this wonderful cock of yours, Big Gal?”
“Nngh… C…Cobie…”
“Yeah?” Cobie muses, pulling away. She spins around, her scarf billowing in the motion, and claps her ass. “Come on, Rede, you know you wanna!”
Rede stares wide-eyed, the moon reflected in her eyes. She tightens her fists, her heartbeat running.
“So, what are you thinking?” Cobie says, “We know I can kick your ass in a fight, but how about it, can you fuck this ass and make me scream?”
Red sniffs and steps up to her, gripping her cheeks. “Fine! When I win, you’ll leave me alone!”
“Oh, I don’t know if I’ll be able to once I feel that thing in my, ah!?”
Rede plants her hand on Cobie’s head, pushing her down, bending her over the workbench, her smallish tits squishing against the wooden surface. Rede lifts her member, smacking it down on one cheek before pulling it back in between the two. “So, in your ass, then?”
“Hell yeah! I can handle it. Come on, give it to me!”
Rede reaches for her bottle of lube.
“Oh no, you don’t! I can take it how it is! Believe me.”
Rede growls, hooking her finger under Cobie’s garment, pulling it aside with little issue, exposing the innermost recesses of that ass for her to wonder at. At the sight, she licks her lips.
“Guess you appreciate why I dress this way now, don’t ya, boss?”
Rede presses the head of her member against that quivering star, and the real fun starts!