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Another amazing piece by the exceptionally talented Avionetca, now doing commissions on Twitter (commissions closed for the time being though). twitter.com/AvionetcaArt

In honor of International Women's Day, here's two of my main female fighter pilot OCs, Captain Mary Alcazar of the United States Air Force and Commander Laura Heidelberg of the United States Navy. They're doing a charity pinup photoshoot to help raise money for the US Department of Veterans Affairs, since the corrupt US Congress still refuses to fully fund it. Both women are fresh from their respective victories in Operation Redeemer, where each of them shot down multiple enemy aircraft. Mary, on the left, revels in this kind of stuff. She believes that God gave her that gorgeous face and body for a reason, and she flaunts it like there's no tomorrow. Laura on the other hand, on the right, is much more shy and reserved. She's not used to doing this sort of thing, but is admittedly intrigued by it.

Mary and Laura haven't know each other very long, but they've fast become good fiends. While there are certainly massive differences between them, they also have a lot in common... aside from just the obvious patriotism and love of flying of course. Perhaps there is something more than friendship that is slowly brewing between the two as well...

Name: Mariana "Mary" Estelle Alcazar

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: United States

Ethnicity: Mexican/Filipino

Sexuality: Lesbian

Religion: Roman Catholic... albeit very liberal (mostly)

Education: Graduate of the US Reserve Officers' Trainer Corps

Career: Fighter pilot in US Air Force

Name: Laura Juliane Heidelberg

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Nationality: United States

Ethnicity: Austrian/Lithuanian

Sexuality: Bisexual... maybe

Religion: Conservative Jewish... though currently leaning on Reformist Jewish

Education: Graduate of the US Naval Academy (aka Annapolis)

Career: Fighter pilot in US Navy

Strength and Insecurity

Commander Laura Heidelberg studied herself in mirror. All dressed up for the shoot, make-up expertly applied by the artists. Her toned midriff and lower legs on display for all to see. She was conflicted.

The young Naval aviator had never shown so much skin in public before. Even during her youth on the beaches of New Jersey, she always worn one piece swimsuits, and even then she would usually wear a tee-shirt over them. Laura just couldn't bring herself to show her body outside her own home, no matter how much her friends teased her over it.

Now here she was, twenty-seven years old, decorated officer and fighter pilot in the US Navy, first American women ever to score a kill in air to air combat... and she was about to do a pin-up photoshoot. Put of her felt a little undignified for what she was doing and her lingering body consciousness was certainly compounding that. And yet... the Commander also felt something else. In spite of everything, she couldn't help but feel somewhat liberated. The last feeling she'd ever have expected to feel in a situation like this.

But there was another feeling too. Something Laura couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it... arousal? No! It couldn't be! Was she actually a feeling a little turned on by this?

The sound of a wolf whistle interrupted the Commander's thoughts. She turned to her equally dressed up/made-up friend, Captain Mary Alcazar, beside her. The Captain's head was tilted slightly, as if she was checking Laura out.

"Damn," Mary exclaimed in a playful tone. "You hot!"

Laura wasn't amused. She felt awkward enough as it was.

"Ha ha. You're hilarious, Captain," the Commander responded, dry sarcasm emanating from her voice.

The Texan Latina's grin never left her face, but her eyes noticeably softened.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make make you uncomfortable."

She moved a bit closer to Laura. "I was only half joking though. You really do look beautiful."

The Commander scoffed and looked over her stunning darker skinned friend. "Maybe. But I don't hold a candle to you."

Mary Alcazar was the most beautiful woman Laura had ever laid eyes on. A supermodel's face with piecing brown eyes that matched her smooth skin. Legs which were long and slender but still slightly muscular. A breathtakingly toned midriff befitting of a dancer (which the Captain most certainly was in her spare time) and Laura had to admit that it could sometimes be hard to tear her eyes away from Mary's deliciously deep navel. She'd heard all about Mary's reputation as a "lesbian chainsaw" as her squadron mates put it. Sometimes... sometimes... Laura couldn't help but question her own sexuality when she looked at the statuesque angel standing before her.

"I beg to differ." Mary replied as she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. Her voice was undeniably lovely as well. It could change from a slight Texas drawl to a more Latin type accent and then back again at a moment's notice.

"You could have just about every man and at least half the women in the Navy eating out of your hand, LITERALLY! All you need to do is work on your confidence a little."

"If you say so." Laura wasn't convinced.

The Commander didn't consider herself ugly. She took care of her body. She was an active member of the US Military after all and her body consciousness was far more due to shyness than anything else. Still, Laura never saw herself as anything more than average and even if she were a knockout like Mary, she still had no desire to be a playgirl.

It wasn't even like being a playgirl was particularly hard in the US Navy either. She'd served on aircraft carriers for long deployments. Thousands of male officers and crew mixed together with usually no more than a few hundred female officers and crew for months on end. Needless to say, it was not uncommon for many of said female officers and crew to come back home from deployment pregnant, no matter how much the Brass loved to tout the "strict" regulations against fraternization.

Unfortunately, it was not always consensual. She had gotten plenty of propositions while at sea and though most took no for an answer, there were some who'd get pushy. Even then, nine times out of ten they'd eventually give up. One time though, years ago aboard the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Mediterranean, a young Lieutenant from the ship's Supply Department could not accept being refused and cornered her alone in a corridor near the mess hall between mealtimes. Laura had tried to fight him, but he was much larger then her.

Thankfully a couple pilots from another squadron were passing by and restrained him before he could get her clothes off. The man was arrested, relived of duty, and eventually court martialed. He was now serving an eight year sentence at the US Disciplinary Barracks in Fort Leavenworth, after which he'd be dishonorably discharged. Laura thought his sentence was fairly light given the circumstances, but she hadn't wanted the event to become a national spectacle and neither had the Navy, so she didn't push. She'd also heard a lot of other stories of similar things happening to other women and occasionally men too, and the perpetrators often getting let off even easier, and that's if they were punished at all. Fixing that was one of many promises that their "esteemed new President" (as her father and uncle condescendingly called him) had made.

Laura shuddered at those memories. She had more PTSD over that ordeal then any of her actual combat experiences, though it was certainly still possible that she'd suffer from a delayed reaction to the ladder. Still, that kind of stuff was the last thing she wanted to think about right now.

"You okay, sweetie?"

The Commander looked up to see Mary's gorgeous face, her previously playful expression now gone and replaced with one of genuine concern.

"Sorry. Just got caught up in some bad memories." Laura sighed. "They're waiting for us. Let's get this over with."

The Air Force pilot clasped her Naval counterpart's hand in hers.

"Remember, we're doing a really good thing here. We're helping the VA, and we're sharing our God given assets with the world... well... not sharing them physically, but you get the idea."

At that, Laura finally smiled as she felt her insecurities and unpleasant memories begin to fade. No one could deny the Air Force pilot had a very endearing and cute personality once you got used to her eccentricates.

The Commander admittedly felt safer when she was by the Captain's side then she'd ever had with anyone else. She couldn't help but wonder if Mary felt the same way.

The two fiends and fellow pilots then walked on to the set, side by side. Laura still felt a little shy in front of all the cameras, but Mary Alcazar gave her strength.

Description
Another amazing piece by the exceptionally talented Avionetca, now doing commissions on Twitter (commissions closed for the time being though). twitter.com/AvionetcaArt

In honor of International Women's Day, here's two of my main female fighter pilot OCs, Captain Mary Alcazar of the United States Air Force and Commander Laura Heidelberg of the United States Navy. They're doing a charity pinup photoshoot to help raise money for the US Department of Veterans Affairs, since the corrupt US Congress still refuses to fully fund it. Both women are fresh from their respective victories in Operation Redeemer, where each of them shot down multiple enemy aircraft. Mary, on the left, revels in this kind of stuff. She believes that God gave her that gorgeous face and body for a reason, and she flaunts it like there's no tomorrow. Laura on the other hand, on the right, is much more shy and reserved. She's not used to doing this sort of thing, but is admittedly intrigued by it.

Mary and Laura haven't know each other very long, but they've fast become good fiends. While there are certainly massive differences between them, they also have a lot in common... aside from just the obvious patriotism and love of flying of course. Perhaps there is something more than friendship that is slowly brewing between the two as well...

Name: Mariana "Mary" Estelle Alcazar

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Nationality: United States

Ethnicity: Mexican/Filipino

Sexuality: Lesbian

Religion: Roman Catholic... albeit very liberal (mostly)

Education: Graduate of the US Reserve Officers' Trainer Corps

Career: Fighter pilot in US Air Force

Name: Laura Juliane Heidelberg

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Nationality: United States

Ethnicity: Austrian/Lithuanian

Sexuality: Bisexual... maybe

Religion: Conservative Jewish... though currently leaning on Reformist Jewish

Education: Graduate of the US Naval Academy (aka Annapolis)

Career: Fighter pilot in US Navy

Strength and Insecurity

Commander Laura Heidelberg studied herself in mirror. All dressed up for the shoot, make-up expertly applied by the artists. Her toned midriff and lower legs on display for all to see. She was conflicted.

The young Naval aviator had never shown so much skin in public before. Even during her youth on the beaches of New Jersey, she always worn one piece swimsuits, and even then she would usually wear a tee-shirt over them. Laura just couldn't bring herself to show her body outside her own home, no matter how much her friends teased her over it.

Now here she was, twenty-seven years old, decorated officer and fighter pilot in the US Navy, first American women ever to score a kill in air to air combat... and she was about to do a pin-up photoshoot. Put of her felt a little undignified for what she was doing and her lingering body consciousness was certainly compounding that. And yet... the Commander also felt something else. In spite of everything, she couldn't help but feel somewhat liberated. The last feeling she'd ever have expected to feel in a situation like this.

But there was another feeling too. Something Laura couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it... arousal? No! It couldn't be! Was she actually a feeling a little turned on by this?

The sound of a wolf whistle interrupted the Commander's thoughts. She turned to her equally dressed up/made-up friend, Captain Mary Alcazar, beside her. The Captain's head was tilted slightly, as if she was checking Laura out.

"Damn," Mary exclaimed in a playful tone. "You hot!"

Laura wasn't amused. She felt awkward enough as it was.

"Ha ha. You're hilarious, Captain," the Commander responded, dry sarcasm emanating from her voice.

The Texan Latina's grin never left her face, but her eyes noticeably softened.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make make you uncomfortable."

She moved a bit closer to Laura. "I was only half joking though. You really do look beautiful."

The Commander scoffed and looked over her stunning darker skinned friend. "Maybe. But I don't hold a candle to you."

Mary Alcazar was the most beautiful woman Laura had ever laid eyes on. A supermodel's face with piecing brown eyes that matched her smooth skin. Legs which were long and slender but still slightly muscular. A breathtakingly toned midriff befitting of a dancer (which the Captain most certainly was in her spare time) and Laura had to admit that it could sometimes be hard to tear her eyes away from Mary's deliciously deep navel. She'd heard all about Mary's reputation as a "lesbian chainsaw" as her squadron mates put it. Sometimes... sometimes... Laura couldn't help but question her own sexuality when she looked at the statuesque angel standing before her.

"I beg to differ." Mary replied as she placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. Her voice was undeniably lovely as well. It could change from a slight Texas drawl to a more Latin type accent and then back again at a moment's notice.

"You could have just about every man and at least half the women in the Navy eating out of your hand, LITERALLY! All you need to do is work on your confidence a little."

"If you say so." Laura wasn't convinced.

The Commander didn't consider herself ugly. She took care of her body. She was an active member of the US Military after all and her body consciousness was far more due to shyness than anything else. Still, Laura never saw herself as anything more than average and even if she were a knockout like Mary, she still had no desire to be a playgirl.

It wasn't even like being a playgirl was particularly hard in the US Navy either. She'd served on aircraft carriers for long deployments. Thousands of male officers and crew mixed together with usually no more than a few hundred female officers and crew for months on end. Needless to say, it was not uncommon for many of said female officers and crew to come back home from deployment pregnant, no matter how much the Brass loved to tout the "strict" regulations against fraternization.

Unfortunately, it was not always consensual. She had gotten plenty of propositions while at sea and though most took no for an answer, there were some who'd get pushy. Even then, nine times out of ten they'd eventually give up. One time though, years ago aboard the USS Theodore Roosevelt in the Mediterranean, a young Lieutenant from the ship's Supply Department could not accept being refused and cornered her alone in a corridor near the mess hall between mealtimes. Laura had tried to fight him, but he was much larger then her.

Thankfully a couple pilots from another squadron were passing by and restrained him before he could get her clothes off. The man was arrested, relived of duty, and eventually court martialed. He was now serving an eight year sentence at the US Disciplinary Barracks in Fort Leavenworth, after which he'd be dishonorably discharged. Laura thought his sentence was fairly light given the circumstances, but she hadn't wanted the event to become a national spectacle and neither had the Navy, so she didn't push. She'd also heard a lot of other stories of similar things happening to other women and occasionally men too, and the perpetrators often getting let off even easier, and that's if they were punished at all. Fixing that was one of many promises that their "esteemed new President" (as her father and uncle condescendingly called him) had made.

Laura shuddered at those memories. She had more PTSD over that ordeal then any of her actual combat experiences, though it was certainly still possible that she'd suffer from a delayed reaction to the ladder. Still, that kind of stuff was the last thing she wanted to think about right now.

"You okay, sweetie?"

The Commander looked up to see Mary's gorgeous face, her previously playful expression now gone and replaced with one of genuine concern.

"Sorry. Just got caught up in some bad memories." Laura sighed. "They're waiting for us. Let's get this over with."

The Air Force pilot clasped her Naval counterpart's hand in hers.

"Remember, we're doing a really good thing here. We're helping the VA, and we're sharing our God given assets with the world... well... not sharing them physically, but you get the idea."

At that, Laura finally smiled as she felt her insecurities and unpleasant memories begin to fade. No one could deny the Air Force pilot had a very endearing and cute personality once you got used to her eccentricates.

The Commander admittedly felt safer when she was by the Captain's side then she'd ever had with anyone else. She couldn't help but wonder if Mary felt the same way.

The two fiends and fellow pilots then walked on to the set, side by side. Laura still felt a little shy in front of all the cameras, but Mary Alcazar gave her strength.