| The Gouging Bull [also known as 'The Gorge']  |
| This is one of the few practical positions in which turretal stimulation of the rear sensor array can be comfortably attempted for any length of time without both of you having to disengage your leg stirrups. The lucky scoutwalker will have to have their leg stirrups disengaged in order to stand fully erect - almost on tip-claw - whilst reclining slightly against a stable surface. Both side and central turrets of the performing scoutwalker can be used here to stimulate both rhythmically and randomly, affording a wide range of sensations. However, the recipient can do little in return beyond using their central turret to caress their partners hatch which - although affectionate - can be distracting for both. Far better to lean back, look up at the sky and blast off a few bolts in pleasure where they can do little harm. Be careful of airborne wildlife though - it's not only gratuitous and irresponsible to incinerate fowl in the throes of passion, but it's also something of a passion-killer when frying avian corpses begin to land on you. Be warned: this may even develop into a perverse requirement for gratification if done often enough at the vital moments. Stories abound, however, that on Targus IV the course of battle was turned fortuitously by a gouging scoutwalker giving so much pleasure that its virginal recipient quite unknowingly blasted three entire attack wings of Targan Light Cruisers - on their way to defend the crumbling front line - clean out of the sky as they shot overhead. The story has developed Urban-Myth status, cropping up in mess halls and trenches with the planets name changing to suit past engagements the storyteller was involved in. Nevertheless it may have originated in truth on Targas IV - three attack wings were lost in the last days of combat, a kill unclaimed by any AT-ST artillery unit present at the time despite the incident being registered by stealth satellites tracking the course of battle. |