As a leaguer, wearing clothes is mostly foreign. Bull Armor's appearance is built onto him, and while it can be modified, he hasn't taken the opportunity to do so—not that he ever wanted to. But when he became a nurse leaguer, he was offered to make his appearance less intimidating for the humans he would work beside. It would not fix his glitch, though, and so he saw no point in it.
He’s a nurse for leaguers, and they wouldn’t mind, after all.
But when it came to wearing clothes... It's non-permanent and completely aesthetic. No leaguer he knew wore outfits, but that changed in Silver Castle. On occasion, the original members would put on outfits for their own fun. Specifically, a few of the purple leaguers, when spurred on by Ruri, would gladly don on something to liven up the team.
It isn’t until they started wearing cheerleader outfits does Bull Armor pay them any extra attention. It starts simple. Bull Armor feels himself heat a little. Seeing those skirts twirl has him fighting for composure. But as he's out on the field practicing, they begin to cheer him on. It takes all his willpower to temper his vents, hold in his steam, and he thinks he hides it well.
Only, no one can hide anything from Magnum Ace. Ever knowing Magnum, sees Bull Armor's restraint—commends him for it, and offers to take the reins.
Magnum Ace offered to wear a cheerleading outfit just for him... If Bull Armor wears a nurse outfit in exchange.
So here Bull Armor is, pulling down the hem of a skimpy nurse outfit, futilely trying to maintain a professional image. Steam is slowly dribbling out of his vents, clinging to him much like the fabric he wears. Soon, he will feast eyes upon Magnum, and see the red on his plating obscured by a cheer outfit Linky helped him get. The thought of it sends a thrill through his circuits, rerouting charge to his social array.
But he must be patient. They have a goal, a scene to curb the raging bull and pacify him long enough for them to enjoy themselves. Tonight, Bull Armor is the doting nurse to a cheerleader who injured himself during practice.
This is the story he repeats to in his mind as he steels himself. This is the story he wills to be ingrained in his circuits in the very fabric of his being. This is the role he is to put on for his master.
It all gets thrown out his processor when he sees Magnum Ace. His outfit is frillier than the purples wore, while also more revealing, teasing peaks of metal underneath, raised around thighs strong enough to wrestle a bull into submission. And in place of a Silver Castle logo, there is a bull decal stamped onto one of those thighs, gleaming red in a painted target all for Bull Armor.
He can only stare, script forgotten and abandoned in his voice box. He is spared only by a stunned Magnum Ace, words lost on him at the sight of Bull Armor.
Bull Armor can see the way Magnum Ace's eyes rove over the nurse uniform, fabric tight and pinching over his body. There is a hunger there that he surely mirrors, himself fixated on the contrast between metal and fabric. The sight alone makes him conscious of the of what his own legs must look like.
Absentmindedly, he fiddles with the hem of his skirt, and catches the glimpse of Magnum Ace locking in the sight. A serious expression overcomes Magnum, much like the look he has right before a 44 sonic.
"Bull Armor," Magnum whispers, unwilling to startle him like easily spooked cattle, "come here." Bull Armor wills himself to listen, to break himself from the enchanting sight of Magnum dressed up for him.
With the spell broken, Bull Armor is suddenly aware of the desperation coursing through his circuits—the overwhelming desire to worship Magnum and watch as the skirt bunches up or bounces. He makes haste with the sort of speed no one has ever seen of him. In seconds, his lips are against Magnum’s.
Magnum Ace grips Bull Armor’s nurse outfit to tug him closer, in need of merging their metal bodies into one. He settles for tugging himself onto Bull Armor’s lap and pulling themselves backwards. He release his steam all at one, enveloping Bull Armor in a heat akin to being hilted in another leaguer.
“Magnum,” Bull Armor whispers, voice full of despair, “I never stretched you…”
They both know what Bull Armor isn’t saying. The desperation Bull Armor feels for his pitcher is equally matched, and together, neither are ready for patience. They need to reach other means to climax.
Carefully, Magnum Ace maneuvers himself so that he remains under Bull Armor, but he’s set his legs to the side. Hidden under a skirt Magnum has deliberately pushed down, Bull Armor is left to imagine what sight should be there when he hears the hiss of a social array unlocking and opening.
He looks towards Magnum Ace for direction, to know what his master demands of him, and sees a gentle but heated expression. “My legs are yours, Bull Armor, give me a ride,” Magnum tells him, and in one swift movement, pulls forward Bull Armor’s horns.
Helpless to the command he was given, Bull Armor releases all his steam and pressurizes his shaft in record time. Magnum’s fans stutter, as he watches a bulge form in the fabric of Bull Armor’s uniform. He teases Bull through his skirt before pushing aside the fabric.
Without further direction, Bull Armor grabs hold of his cock and slides it between Magnum Ace’s legs, leaving the frilly cheerleader skirt over it. The sight of nothing but fabric and a bull decal is maddening—it’s his target painted red.
And so he starts to rock himself over Magnum’s cunt, holding those thick thighs tight as he focus on the decal, and the feeling of plump lips he can’t see, and won’t even dare to. Not with the fabric bouncing with each motion, captivating Bull Armor with its ripples.
He wonders what it would look like, to have Magnum above him, bouncing on his cock like a rider on a bar game machine. Those thoughts are gone when he looks back up, finding Magnum entranced with the sight of him, transfixed on the way the nurse outfit flexes and relaxes with every mechanical movement Bull makes. The special part that Bull Armor fixates on, is the way Magnum fights the pleasure of pressure on his node.
This renews Bull Armor’s desire, and as he focuses on making Magnum lose his mind with renewed vigor, he knows one thing: these outfits will get frequent use. Hopefully, they’ll someday have the strength to go through with their originally planned scene.