Kiva in PB

Chapter Two

Kiva prided herself on being an eminently practical woman. She had none of the superstitions of previous eras about sex; she valued herself, and wouldn’t normally accept a proposition from a stranger, but in this case she found it easy to comply. Not only were these Boys attractive, they were obviously pretty good people, in her opinion, and they were willing to join her and help her survive in this alien environment. They needed only Taming in return.

She already had someone her heart belonged to, of course; her Colonel, a beautiful human man who wouldn’t have looked out of place in this world of sculpted, engineered male perfection. It was because of him, mostly, along with her sense of duty, that she wanted to find a way to get home. Even the thought that she might somehow be stuck here forever was too painful to linger upon. However, she knew her mate wasn’t exactly a jealous man, either; in fact, he would probably be the most happy if she enjoyed herself but made sure to take recordings of it as well. Because her entire brain was mechanical, she could literally record the amazing, infinite range of sensations, which made imprint-records of sex unspeakably incredible experiences to play back.

“Fair enough,” She said, surprising the Elco a bit with her willingness. Before the scientist could do anything, Rixas made his move, pouncing into him from behind. Both boys were thin, but the Torch’s force sent them toppling forward and right into their new Mistress. Reacting quickly, she caught the Boy and made sure he was cushioned by her large, soft body, grinning at the little campfire as he snuggled eagerly.

“Yaaaay~” Rixas said, beginning to lick the Rikou’s neck and sending profound shivers down him. “Mistress’ second Boy~ And we all get to Tame together!” He couldn’t have been happier at the moment, and although Rikou struggled a bit it was clear how he felt as well. If nothing else, Kiva could feel the quickly-evolving erection through his thin little shorts, pressing against her chiseled lower stomach.

“Mmmh,” She nearly purred, deep voice making her breasts rub against him, “I haven’t really done a threesome in a while… maybe you Boys will be just too much for me to handle.” She’d had experience with thin humans, and was well-trained in keeping her tremendous strength in check. The Betan quickly slipped off her clothing, thankful for her relatively skimpy sleeping clothes. “I definitely like the idea of this little sandwich. Have you ever let Rixas take you?”

“Occasionally,” Rikou replied, making a brave effort to keep his voice steady as he gasped and nearly buried himself in her mountainous breasts. “W-We switch off.” Rixas didn’t have to worry about clothing, and giggled energetically as his exited little penis rubbing all around his old friend’s shorts. The material was so thin and Rikou felt all of it, though, trying to prepare himself and relax a bit. He felt warm little hands grasp and roughly start to tug down the last bit of covering he had.

Kiva shifted him down until their hips roughly lined up, holding steady eye contact. She knew she wouldn’t have had to take any precautions about pregnancy, even if it had been physically possible for such different species; just one more aspect of their engineering that made them perfect pleasure slaves ensured the rate of accidental pregnancy via Pokeboy was almost nonexistent.

What Rixas might have lacked in the ridiculous size other Pokeboys possessed, he certainly made up for with enthusiasm, driving into Rikou with the full and considerable force of his love. A human man would have experienced a lot of pain, but all the Elco felt was a sudden rush of pleasure that left him unable to think, crying out in his exotic voice and tossing his head back, pale cheeks colored with a deep blush. Kiva grasped his now-free cock and stroked it a bit with powerful, controlling squeezes just to add a little to the teasing before she lined him up and started to slowly move him in.

Of course, she didn’t need to guide him so much; despite how long it had been since he’d been with a woman, his hips acted with perfect knowledge and moved forward as if being pushed by Rixas’ penetration. She squeezed around the head of the Elco’s cock and heard the answering music of his voice, absolutely loving making men cry out from her attentions.

Given her size, a human-normal cock wasn’t exactly filling. Luckily, her beloved back home was exceptional in every regard, and she was just waiting for a Pokeboy to come along who could even rival him. Until then, she certainly wasn’t going to complain about the wonderful and willing invasion, running her strong hands through Rikou’s beautifully silken hair as the male writhed.

Knowing his Mistress was being pleased and enjoying what he did to the Elco made Rixas so happy, and seemed to give the Taming a new energy that wasn’t there in previous encounters. He wanted to perform well, but with his low stamina, the Torch was quickly spilling pleasantly warm seed all over Rikou’s lovely, tight ass. He let out noises that might be called girly, squeezing Rikou tight and radiating ever more heat as he gasped, riding out his orgasm.

If he’d had any breath or ability to think by now, Rikou might have asked why he ever left the company of women, but he settled for grunts and melodious moans, focusing so hard on lasting. Kiva wasn’t really turning up the pressure yet, although she took more of him in and hugged them both with her thick, powerful legs, pulling the sandwich tighter in all the best places. She decided to try something. “Don’t come yet,” She ordered him, voice thick with lust but also lined with unmistakable steel. “I won’t allow it.”

Rikou tried so hard, shaking his head lightly from side to side as the pressure got uncomfortable and then almost painful. Kiva was slowly squeezing tighter and harder, pumping him in and out with the strength of her legs and basically taking total physical control. Even Rixas began to harden again, still inside the scientist, at the thrusting motion he was making without effort.

Kiva kept expecting Rikou to come, eagerly awaiting his loudest noises and the rush of coolness in her burning vagina, but he somehow held out. After torturing the poor Boy enough, though, she gave her permission. Before she’d finished speaking, she felt the tightening of Rikou’s whole body and the final, glorious release. Her body drank everything he had to offer, and she flexed just a few times more to make sure he was drained, relishing the wonderful feelings. “I think these… sinful pleasures are converting me to your view, Rikou. Or at least a little. Having you two is fun.”

She was impressed again as Rikou managed to gasp out, voice weak and shaky, “Glad… I am so persuasive…. da…” He stretched the ‘a’ noise out as Rixas once gain thrust on his own, eager for a second round with his friend. He might finish quickly, but his recovery was equally fast, something Rikou knew only too well from years of experience.

Kiva allowed Rixas to finish again, releasing much less cum but overflowing this time and getting some on himself, before deciding to switch it up. “Switch places, Boys,” She told them, seeing Rikou looked like he could actually stand for a moment or two. The betan had been enjoying sitting down while the Boys kneeled to make sure they didn’t fall over, and it lent a certain extra thrill to things to just be going at it wildly outside of the ‘proper’ place for such things, like a bed. Although, certainly, she’d make sure they ended up lying down by the end of it.

They quickly swapped, and Rixas found even more forms of bliss, snuggling directly into his wonderful Mistress. Rikou enjoyed the opportunity to return some of the campfire’s affections, though, and despite the drain he already felt, he was inside Rixas quickly, making him squeal. The Torch just managed to penetrate his own Mistress, savoring how she was already well-lubricated and prepared by his new Brother before thrusting. Kiva used her legs again, although it was mostly to help the Boys stay upright and thrusting until they got their second wind.

The two cuties did their world proud, as far as Kiva was concerned, and she nearly smothered the very lucky Torch as she clutched him, hips bucking with his as he fucked her. Both of them were quickly spent, of course; a chain of mind-blowing orgasms generally left one as a gasping, helpless fool, but that was perfectly fine with her. She’d thoroughly enjoyed herself, despite not actually being brought to orgasm, and she was about to get up and carry both of them to the bed for some lovely snuggly rest when Rikou grabbed her arm. “Wait… Mistress, I noticed… I’m sorry…”

She felt a pang and shook her head. “I’m just not… used to it, yet. Betans work very differently than most women, and…. Look, it’s fine. I…” She was cut off with a surprisingly forceful kiss, and Rikou went around, pressing against her back with surprising new energy. “Mmmph~”

“Is not alright,” He replied, lowly and emphatically. “Does not… matter what else happens, but… Rikou will not be known… as a Boy who lets his Mistress… down.” With that, Rikou began to dive through her thick ass, pressing in with a force she hadn’t credited him with. After so long and both Boys’ cocks, Kiva was actually closer than she thought, and something about Rikou’s attitude, the pure devotion and willpower, sent her hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm wasn’t quiet or weak, and she collapsed backwards, her mass forcing Rikou to the ground and nearly smashing him while Rixas suddenly had the best pillow ever. The scientist didn’t care, though, bearing with his huge Mistress until she could roll herself sideways and finally cling to her Boys, all of them panting and sweating, on Rikou’s floor.

Kiva had been a haughty city girl at one point, and despite countless years of military service, living in cities under siege and crawling through jungle worlds, she still abhorred sleeping on the ground, which is why, after a good amount of cuddling and breathless sweet nothings, she found enough energy to slowly wobble to her feet, take a Pokeboy under each arm, and bear her burdens across the room. Both Boys admired her all the way, and happily plopped onto Rikou’s nice-sized bed, pulling their Mistress down and clinging, one to a side. There was certainly plenty of Kiva to go around, and they could practically lay upon her as if she was a living bed. The stress and exertions of the day and especially the Taming soon had the Boys, and finally Kiva, out cold.

When she came to, everything was a bit darker, and she quickly noticed Rikou was gone, although Rixas was still soundly sleeping, head occasionally snuggling deeper into her chest as if it belonged there. She allowed herself an almost motherly smile and gave the Torch a few gentle, affectionate pets. Oh, dear, she could get entirely used to something like this. It reminded her so much of her mate, and how often they’d just cuddle and forget about a world of war and politics… Hopefully Rixas would have less nightmares, although it was gratifying to be so needed and be seen as such as steady and comforting force.

Almost as though one of Rikou’s cameras allowed him to see she was up, the scientist appeared in the doorway of the study, dressed loosely in a robe that seemed to flow off his delicate, lethe form. “Now our sleep cycles are going to be thrown a little off,” He said. “Well, since we’re going to be traveling presently, I suppose that’s ok, da. Dinner is in ten minutes, Mistress. I hope you enjoy beef as well as you do leaner meats.” An Amazonian woman like Kiva blushing was always something to see, and she even giggled a bit, her chest bouncing Rixas around a bit but failing to even disturb his breathing. “I will need a day or two to prepare. Need to sort out what we can take along… and what can be left for the wilds. Plus, I can work you up some clothing. Only we will ever be able to see you like this, da.” That last part was low and sexy and made Kiva feel like a character in a by-the-books romance novel. This was an entirely acceptable feeling to her right now.

“Oh, thank you, Rikou,” She sighed more than spoke, voice still soft and gentle. “Maybe what’s happened has been fortunate after all.”

She started to move but Rikou held up a hand and shook his head. “Don’t bother. Rixas sleeping like that is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, da, and even my cold, dead scientific heart cannot bear its disturbance. The food will keep a while; he never sleeps too long. If only I could find a way to harness his pure energy, could run fifteen houses like this without a break.” He paused, and then added, “As matter of personal interest I’ve run some… experiments over time. Developed a few devices. Would offer them to you, but Rixas wore out the atomic batteries. Supposed to last five months. Dead in two weeks, da. Messy. Fun.”

Now that Kiva had seen Rixas in real action, she was prepared to believe such a story, and might have felt another blush coming on. It wasn’t seemly, acting so childish, and after some indulgence she did gently slip Rixas off of her and get up, quietly doing some stretches and minor exercises before going in and eating everything she could. Betans burned fuel like no other living species, metabolism constantly thundering to power their dense and powerful bodies, and she ate like a queen.

She was finishing up her meal and languishing in an unsoldierly fashion when Rixas came up behind and hugged her tightly. “Good morning, Mistress!” Pokeboys, like all males, experienced extreme ‘just got laid’ elation, and Rixas’ cheerful setting must have been turned up to maximum. He nearly physically shone as he showered her with kisses and then slid into her lap and took her leftovers happily. He fit almost like her child against her, and she could only grin and pet him a bit.

“It’s like a pet and a child rolled into a sexier form, da?” Rikou asked from the stove. “Is kind of the point.” After a few more servings, the scientist had been satisfied, and eventually the three of them were just sitting around the table, full to burst.

“Excellent dinner, Rikou,” Kiva said, tapping the table in appreciation. Rixas nodded, slowed down a bit but still very lively.

“Is nothing,” Rikou shrugged, although the praise was obviously affecting him. “After all, cooking for self is essential. Ferals won’t do it for me no matter how nicely I ask.” After a bit of resting and idle chatter, the scientist went to work again, fabricating necessary supplies. Kiva scanned Rikou’s large, detailed maps of the region into her memory and began plotting out their course. She aimed to hit as many villages and towns as possible along the route, which would get easier as they approached Transentian territory. However, Rikou’s hut now was understandably far from humans, and she made it a solid four days of walking, given Rikou wasn’t likely to beat a pace to make an infantryman proud, until they reached the town of Amber Vale.

She did all the things she would have as a soldier planning an expedition, including synchronizing her internal clocks to local time and calendar. She filed away all known information in long-term storage and made sure she could call up critical data with a moment’s thought. She couldn’t prepare much of her gear, but she did make sure she could use the Pokeballs properly, working the mechanism and practicing throwing. She’d tossed grenades and even demolitions charges, an employment where one didn’t really need to worry about where the object landed, so long as it was somewhere close. For deploying Boys, that would be fine, but if she aimed to actually hit a target, she would need to work on it.

“Also, remember, Mistress, do not kill with the Ball,” Rikou had lectured her as he delivered the final, fresh-off-the-presses Ball. “I know of your power.” She gave him the closest thing a fighting woman could to a real pout, but took his point. The Boys she was going to be capturing needed to be softened up first anyway with battle, so beaning them hard enough to leave concussions wouldn’t help anyone. “My little homebrew system works well enough, but these Balls lack authentic ID and transponder codes. They have the indoctrination systems in tact, well enough, and when we reach Transentian territory they won’t care about that sort of thing. In fact, those Balls will be voluntary under the law, da. Free soil.”

Kiva had to admit, the more Rikou talked about Transentia, the more she liked it. Former slaves rising amongst a secluded mountain metropolis and achieving feats of science and academics never before seen in the world? It sounded like a particularly inspiring movie. “How about hospitals or clinics in the European towns we go through?” Depending on the degree of security networking, that could be an issue that would get her flagged for unwanted attention.

“European authorities are lenient, especially in this area,” Rikou assured her. “Bad for local business to poke too many questions into Tamers’ lives, da. I doubt they’ll even check, and if they do, they’ll assume you’re to or from Transentia. Especially… with your appearance.” As much as her ego raged against him, he was right. To a world where only Boys were big, strong, or orange, she would stick out like a science experiment gone wrong. Ironically, that disadvantage might actually help her pass without too much notice on her journey. At least something was going her way.

None of the three companions slept much through the night, and at the first hints of light, were up and ready to go. Only Rikou, without the limitless energy or steely discipline of the others, had any trouble at all, and he quickly shook off his grogginess with a make-out session with the Torch. They had a wonderful way of warming one up so good. Each one carried as much gear as they could; that translated to a light kit for Rikou and Rixas, and almost literal tons of packs and bags for Kiva. She trimmed the load down as needed, until she could move relatively unencumbered and ditch it in a moment for a fight. Despite having Pokeboys, now, it was pretty clear she’d be just as good as them in a fight until they found something more suited to the fray.

“We can purchase more in Amber Vale as needed, da, and continue living off my savings until we finish our journey,” Rikou nodded. “Is not a fortune, but has been accumulating interest since I put it in European banks when I came out this way, some time ago. Ah, you will need to claim as your own with some ID proof; I cannot legally own that account in this country.” Kiva could understand the slight chafing in his voice.

“When we get to Transentia it’s all yours again,” She pledged solemnly. “But, since we need it, we’ll be sure to take advantage of it on the road.” She glanced over the old-looking shack. It didn’t look like much, but it was Rikou’s home for some time, and clearly the Elco had to feel attached to it. “Lot of valuables still here.”

“Can’t take it with us,” Rikou shrugged. “Maybe someone else, a runaway or adventurer, will stumble on it and give it a use. I no longer care, da. Let’s go.” Obviously somewhat of a terse man, he said nothing more on it, turning his back and never even glancing from their path.

They set out, headed north through the wilds and once again being engulfed completely by the forest. Kiva made sure to set the pace as light as she felt comfortable with, letting Rikou slowly scale up his level of activity. Even so, the scientist got quieter and more winded the further they went, and by lunchtime he gratefully plopped down onto an old log and dug in his bags for food. “Are you going to be alright?” Kiva asked, partially out of concern and partially out of annoyance.

“If you’re asking if your pity is needed, no.” Rikou paused a moment. “But, is appreciated. I am not accustomed to walking much at all. The only exercise I got was if a Feral got too feisty or Rixas got too lusty.” He struggled for a breath a bit between bites of food and deep gulps of air.

“Speaking of whom…” Kiva looked around and let out a deep sigh. Rikou and her had taken pains to impress a few rules into Rixas. While they were traveling through the wilds, they couldn’t have him just running off. Of course, the little campfire had done just that, and so Kiva went off in the direction he’d skipped and started to call out his name.

She got a reply about the same time that she started hearing the distant rush of running water. Rixas reappeared through the treeline and said, breathlessly, “Mistress! Mistress! The rocks are peeing! Come look!” Well, what could one do with such news but follow her Boy in amazement. Rixas found the long, relatively thick stream, although Kiva wouldn’t call it a river yet, and followed it opposite the direction it placidly flowed. In time, they had reached a high ridge, over the side of which flowed the amazingly pure water. The waterfall was loud, but Kiva still picked up Rixas’ giggling as he observed this natural wonder. All Kiva could do was roll her eyes.

The fresh water was certainly welcome, anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to collect a bit more drinking water while they had the chance, and afterwards they could get a bath. Some might have found it awkward stripping down with two men she met yesterday, but considering what they’d already done, Kiva saw no reason to object to bathing at once. Well, except for Feral attacks, but they’d seen nothing so far and, despite everything her training told her, she allowed herself to relax a bit. After all, how often did one get to traipse around a natural paradise with nymphs?

Both boys were pretty and lacked what scruples Kiva had bothered to retain, the scientist stripping easily and going with his naked Brother into the water. They were thin and almost girly-looking, no doubt the intentional effect of their design, but ever so scrumptious to watch. Rixas was a Fire-type, but evidently didn’t mind the wonderful feel of the lukewarm water, and started splashing Rikou and giggling like a child. The Elco was not amused, and eventually had to wrestle the energetic campfire into a compromising position to stop his hands. Seizing this opportunity, Rixas moved in for a sweet, loving kiss, tightly embracing his oldest friend. Kiva stared, in amazement and arousal.

If they hadn’t been so occupied, her Boys would have loved the view they received, as well. Kiva couldn’t really sink to her shoulders in the water, except by curling up uncomfortably, and so let it sit around her toned lower stomach, enormous assets on clear display. Eventually Rixas and Rikou devolved into wet cuddling, and her attention slipped.

She once again looked up at the sky. With the right set of filters, her mind identified the light of the stars, and the officer just enjoyed the wonderful view of the heavens, her Boys, and the feel of the water. It flowed around her tough skin, seeming to coolly caress her form. When she felt a gentle pinch and looked down to see the water projecting a hazy figure up and surrounding her left breast, however, she called out in shock.

A voice whispered in her ear even as the water all around her flowed more intensely, slowly wrapping her up like a snake, “Don’t worry, beau. Just sit back and feel me, all over you… don’t try to fight it…” Surprise and how wonderful this treatment felt caused her hesitation, but eventually her fighting mind kicked in and her powerful body thrashed. The water offered little resistance, parting against her titanic power, but as soon as she moved it just shifted to occupy new space. It was about as tough as she expected, trying to physically attack water.

At first neither Boy had noticed anything was wrong, but her grunts and curses, combined with the loud splashing, got their attention. Rixas stared, slack-jawed as the water attacked, but Rikou quickly figured it out. A tap to his waterproof glasses’ onboard scanner confirmed it. “Podna! Mistress, is Feral Pokeboy, da!”

“I gathered that much,” Kiva replied, voice thick with exertion and stress. Panic threatened to break through her powerful mental calm, she felt embarrassed, thrashing nakedly against a threat that proved impossible to batter down, and intimately vulnerable as she felt the water begin to invade her lower regions. She squeezed her thighs tight but it was of little use, and she slowly found them pried apart; now the water was picking up strength, and soon she would be bound and unable to even move. “Help!”

Rikou started to drag the flabbergasted Torch towards land, getting onto it, and motioned to her. “Swim, Mistress! All of your power! Moving will disrupt him long enough to escape.” She reacted, glad for a plan, her legs kicking against the water and sending her slowly towards her Boys. Whatever assailed her did indeed seem to have trouble with this, although it was clear she hadn’t slipped totally free of his grip, and now she had no way to stop the water from entering her.

“Aaah! Fuck! It’s… Aaaah!” Only her determination kept her moving forward, although it started feeling like mud, and her speed slowed beside her limbs’ continued thrashing. “I can’t… reach you!”

The Elco considered options. He had a small holdout blaster that fired electrical bursts strong enough to stun a Cowboy; against a Water-type it would prove, at the very least, crippling. Of course, electrocuting a body of water his Mistress happened to occupy didn’t sound smart, but it was the quickest option to stop the assault. Plus, she didn’t look particularly easy to kill. “Hold on,” He said, digging in his discarded clothes for the concealed weapon. “Mistress, brace yourself.”

With only a few moments’ warning and descending into real, manifest panic, Kiva wasn’t exactly prepared for the fiery jolt of electrocution. She jerked, muscles reacting automatically as she literally felt like Rikou had tossed a lit match onto her, and barely retained her consciousness, nerve system overloading and threatening to short out critical junctions. Her body was built of Betan stock and the finest of military-grade hardware, however, and even her body’s paralysis was temporary. Most of the shocks were absorbed by sinks let into her spine for such a purpose and released over a long period of time, slowly diminishing her charge and, it was hoped, allowing a soldier who had suffered heavy electrocution to recover relatively quickly.

The soldier floated on her back, drawing staggered breaths as she recovered, barely noticing she was no longer under attack. Compared with her assailant, she’d barely been scratched. The Podna, an evolved Water-type with considerable innate ability and a certain inherent charm and personality, as well as Cajun styling and themes given to them by their creators, floated to the surface of the water like a dead fish, also floating face-up and knocked dead cold with one shot. He was stark naked, with long, wild hair. It was also easy to tell that he was a lot bigger and more physically powerful than Rikou or Rixas, with a physique chiseled from marble and etched with perfect beauty and strength. Most of his attacks involved water, though, and he’d laid the perfect trap for his prey.

Ability to plan and speak, even while feral, this much power, and he looked so sexy. Rikou felt a twinge of jealousy even as he pondered firing again and ending the creature. No, that would harm Kiva, as well. Plus, she would doubtless need this silver-tongued warrior’s services on their quest. While he was looking the Podna over, bringing him up on the land and making sure he was, in fact, still alive, Rixas swam over to his Mistress and cried and fretted uselessly over her.

“I’m fine,” She said eventually, trying to recover as much mentally as she did physically. As soon as moving didn’t hurt very badly, she made her way to dry ground as well and dragged herself up, large body tired and sopping wet from everywhere. She was grateful for Rikou’s quick action, but still thought she felt the water violating her, the memory of how it felt burnt into her unfailing cyberbrain. Rixas hugged her tightly and let his warmth dry and try to comfort her, whining almost like a dog.

Rikou went to her side and looked her over. “Sorry, Mistress. Had to act or you might have been treated worse. Possibly pulled under, da.” He severely doubted a Feral would care much if he happened to drown his victim. They were just lucky the Podna had underestimated both Boys, because if Rikou had been snatched they would have all been at the animal’s tender mercies.

“I let my guard down,” Kiva replied, deep, smooth voice solemn. “This is an alien world with creatures whose powers defy logic.” She barely moved at all, only to breathe, not returning Rixas’ hug. How could such a short struggle leave her so tired, even with the shock? Her mind was attempting to cope with the post-trauma. Emotional manipulation to block out something was exactly the same as dosing one’s self with painkillers. The numbness could engulf one, addiction could grab an abuser in its grip, but that same lack of feeling was infinitely preferable in some circumstances, like this one.

She seemed content to lay on her side until the day ended, but Rikou eyed their capture and struggled with himself. He didn’t want to seem insensitive to her, but he needed to make sure she was ready to sort this Feral out when he came to. Seducing her with Rixas and his own loving embrace was going to be a far cry from convincing the principled soldier to partake in what he knew she would see as violent rape. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t think highly of his chances, but after the Podna had come within a hair’s breadth of violating her, he held little hope. Well, he’d need to find a way.

If only he was even capable in person-to-person interaction. Rixas, with the simplicity of a beloved pet, was far better at that sort of thing, offering his unconditional and boundless affection with no regards for nervousness or shyness. All he could do was hide behind a façade of cool, even when he was deeply worried and wanted to express the same thing his Brother was. He was still struggling to figure out what he could even say when she spoke up.

“You think we shouldn’t let such a resource pass us by,” She said, sounding almost emotionless, both from lack of effort in inflection and genuine numbness. At least the removal of the trauma from her mind allowed her to think clearly, more like an AI, examining every aspect of the situation and making plans. From that sort of standpoint, she knew she had to Tame the Podna and bring him under her command, for the sake of having a decent fighter and a valuable asset to be sold or used. Even in her numb state she felt averse to that for more reasons than she could count.

“… Da,” Rikou replied softly, glancing back towards the KO’d Feral. “Reasonably speaking, Mistress, this Boy just fell into our lap. He attempted to violate you, Mistress. He’s not entitled to anything, as a Pokeboy, but the way he attacked you… I’ll admit I want to see it turned against him for it.” That much was true; something about the alien’s personality was truly magnetic, and the great sex wasn’t the only reason Rikou was making the journey.

This wasn’t going to be an easy call. Before she’d arrived here, her answer would be instantaneous, even under these circumstances. Any true Republican would go naked and bleeding into the woods before resorting to barbarism just to give herself some kind of edge. Slavery was wrong, but it was obvious the sort of creation slavery that yielded Rikou and Rixas was a rather more complicated beast. At least she’d been able to square that sort of thing away, more or less, taking up the mantle of their Mistress until they reached free soil.

To even contemplate raping this creature, to seriously consider it as a viable option, was monstrous. She didn’t need to feel to know that, really; it went against every code of ethics, formal and informal, she ascribed to. Kiva knew that these thoughts, and what she was going to eventually do, was going to be recorded for posterity, as well. If she ever returned home then, at the very least, her mate would know everything she’d done.

“It’s really not so bad, Mistress. This Boy was never made to be free or independent. He operates better than most of his kind in such a situation, but all that says to me is that his potential will be so much greater when brought under heel. A Taming was all he really wanted, anyway, the goal of his attack.” Rikou wished he had been endowed with a mechanical brain, capable of the most intimate links with Kiva’s mind, for she was a cipher to him now.

Beta Centurions were known for being stubbornly implacable, but also had a surprisingly serene attitude about surrendering to the truly inevitable. She would certainly continue to live even if she let the creature go, or killed him if her desire for vengeance burned bright enough. Given Rikou’s data, though, they’d gotten incredibly lucky with this encounter. If they met up against a strong Boy who wasn’t critically weak to the Rikou’s tech, or a fireball or two from Rixas, they were meat. Tactically it made sense to take this weapon, already subdued and wrapped up for her use. When Tamed the Boy himself would be happier and more whole than he had been in the wilds.

So raping him would be a kindness. “Rikou, Professor James Scott was a fucked up man. Completely brilliant but just fucked up beyond belief. He brought wonderful creatures into existence and gave them a solid niche in the natural order. It’s almost too perfect.” She would be sick if her stomach weren’t literally part iron.

“Rixas and I will help you,” The Elco offered. “He will really enjoy the Fire-type in particular, da. All you need to do is participate a bit, enough to get the initial link started. Once he is yours, Ball him and we can get him healed at Amber Vale.” He paused and then smiled grimly. “He seemed eager the first time around, Mistress. He might not like that you’re in control now, but I doubt he’ll resist you too hard. What Boy really could?”

Naturally, her completely emotionless state did not allow the faintest hints of a blush to tinge her cold, flushed, proudly beautiful cheeks. Nor did it make her oddly happy despite all of her trauma, and made Rixas feel a bit softer and warmer. Any suggestion otherwise will be denied by Kiva and contravened by her recorded, and edited, data.

Well, if this world was insane and fucked up, she might as well join in on it and get it over with. She just had to keep in mind everything she knew, and keep the emotional element firmly suppressed until the entire business was done. She got slowly to her feet, shaking off her fatigue. “Alright,” She said. “Bind his limbs mouth with tape. Probably won’t last long but it’ll be long enough for me to get him under control.” This Boy was going to get quite a surprise when he woke up.

While Rikou was sitting the Water-type against a tree and binding him as ordered, Rixas continued to stick to his Mistress like horny glue. “Mistress…” He frowned, mind obviously working full time. “I dunno what’s so wrong. Just Tame him and everything’s ok.” What could Kiva say to those wide, innocent eyes and that wide, innocent brick wall that passed for logic? Nothing, especially in her current state; she didn’t want to hurt him.

The first thing that the Podna saw when his eyes fluttered open was Kiva’s beautiful face, inches from his own and regarding him in a piece of meat. Both of them were naked, and for a few moments suspended in time, all they did was look at each other. Both sides had to admit they were impressed. Kiva was shocked at herself when she compared this Podna to her mate. Obviously he’d had military upgrades, implants, and decades of training, but even so she didn’t remember his abs being quite so pronounced, and this Boy definitely had less of a ‘dancer’ physique. If she made herself forget everything before this moment, it was quite a tolerable thought to take him.

She reached down, straight for the Boy’s cock. It was already slowly hardening, and at her touch seemed to leap to attention, her fingers’ soft touch making it throb and inflate. The Boy squirmed against his bonds and, with a huff of annoyance, strained against the tape. The bonding agent wasn’t strong enough to compete with the Podna, and Kiva soon heard a snap as his arms got free. She grasped his shaft firmly, squeezing and rubbing, which provoked an instant reaction. The Feral groaned heavily through his tape, nose huffing to breathe as his body felt like it was going to burn up.

She was impressed at his resolve; he still tried to push her away. She didn’t move though, and barely had to shift her weight before she was as hard to move as a ten-ton boulder. Their eyes locked again and Kiva felt dull amusement as the Boy started to get alarmed. “Your powers, the only thing I can’t match, are gonna be real weak. You’re tired and hurt. So, here’s the deal. If I feel a wetness that actually turns out to be water, I’ll break your legs.” She gripped his shoulder and very quickly impressed him with the fact that she could, and would. “Don’t struggle and you’ll get one hell of a fucking. You’re mine.”

Her other large but soft hand, still around his cock, squeezed. With the mastery, skill and confidence of a musician, she played his organ and made him sing, colorful voice muffled only mildly by the tape over his mouth. Several times, the Podna seemed to forget how to breathe out his nose as his mind was overwhelmed with pleasure. He reached his climax and exploded into her hand, nearly coating it in cool semen.

She gave him something of a breather, although jerking him off was only to soften him up a bit more. She examined his cum on her hand and licked it, comparing it to Rikou and Rixas. This was certainly a bit cooler, and tasted faintly of an old human dish named after Bourbon Street, New Orleans. She chuckled to herself and suckled every one of her fingers clean while he watched, wide-eyed, and she wasn’t surprised to find him harden again at the lewd display.

Basically, the plan was for her to do all the work, and so she climbed atop him, abruptly taking his cock inside of her and pressing herself down. She couldn’t stop herself from shuddering or letting out animalistic grunts, but the Boy barely noticed. His own mind had ascended to heaven, and he was very nearly reduced to a vegetable by the indescribable sensations addling his tired and Feral brain.

Getting a real Taming was almost a religious experience for most Boys, and was definitely the best thing ever in their opinion. His struggles and most of his movements had long since ceased, and he barely even tensed up as his cock exploded again inside of his new Mistress. She was his Mistress; he knew that intimately, deep down in his soul, just as she wanted. Bond established.

She had wanted to stop herself after that, but now that he was a clearly willing participant, she found herself wanting more and more, and she kept on riding him to a third explosive orgasm. She ripped his bindings off and kissed his mouth hotly, nearly smashing his teeth out with her forcefulness, but he wasn’t about to complain. She shifted and suddenly, he found himself on top of her on the soft ground. She was holding his hips tightly and guiding his movement, but he certainly controlled his own thrusting, pressing into her familiar, warm body.

“You see, Mistress,” Rikou very nearly purred into her ear, voice low but uneven due to Rixas’ loving attention to his own male needs, “Is not so bad. He grows to love it very, very quickly. And he will keep loving it, and serving you, until you no longer want him.” Oh lord, the power trip would have demolished her if she weren’t already in bliss. Her moral issues and uncertain will vanished in the pleasure. Her entire body tightened around her newest acquisition with crushing force, but only for a moment or two, squeezing the breath from him as she came hard.

Collapsed in a heap of bodies, Kiva found herself still very tired and drifted to sleep with some very warm and hard blankets, wondering how long it would be before she considered herself a real Tamer. It probably wasn’t going to take much longer if things kept going at this rate.