Art by Myshu (https://x.com/raeMyshu)
“What did you say?” I asked, sputtering as my face went red.
Anis was the lackadaisical one of my first squad of Nikke, the one prone to starting practical jokes, first one with a snarky retort, and first one to find the easiest way to do a job.
My counselling sessions with her were simple, compared to some of the more demanding Nikke under my command, whose …’unique’ personalities ensured I would always have some form of headache at a moment’s notice.
But during our sessions, I’d realised that Anis had complicated feelings about her outfit, and how it made others perceive her. Thanks to the fact I kept notes once the Nikke at our Outpost start numbering in the double digits, I’d begun to notice that a pattern of bringing the outfit up was starting to become a recurring trend.
Until she’d finally worked up the courage to ask me a seemingly innocuous question.
“Command, this uniform I’m wearing…..” she began, her jovial tone doing a bad job of hiding her obvious anxiety, “It’s a gift from my boss, Mustang.”
Mustang, as the one in charge of the Arena, was a rather flashy and vain individual, and it reflected in his outfit tastes.
And his outfit choice for Anis was determined to show off all her assets, with the only ‘restraint’ he’d shown in allowing the Nikke to have a bulky jacket to cover herself up as needed.
Her ‘top’ was a simple tank top with an extra strap across the front, seemingly fighting against the laws of physics as it held back the full assets Mustang had decided were part of Anis’ appeal.
Her ‘tactical booty shorts’ had an easier time as they were fighting gravity, but those shorts must be custom tailored because nothing made in bulk could believable fit over her meaty thighs or plump ass, and the way her thighs holsters caused her magnificent thighs to squish just so slightly was an amazing touch.
I adored all the girls who had been a part of my first squad, Counters, even those we’d lost. But it was very hard not to appreciate the exemplary feminine form Anis had.
“Do you think it’s a little bit…” Anis started fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, as she started to lose her confidence.
Given her nature and attitude, and combined with her outfit, I’d long since gotten the assumption that a lot of people who didn’t deal with Nikke assumed a lot of shitty things about her, especially when we went back to the ARK.
And given the judgemental looks I’d gotten when I’d taken Rapi out for a meal and tried to buy her a gift, it wouldn’t surprise if some judgemental assholes assumed Anis was actually ‘very easy’ or ‘a harlot’.
And they couldn’t be more wrong. True, Anis was a bit of a flirt when she was comfy with someone, but that was how she helped break the tension between the no nonsense Rapi and the firepower obsessed Neon.
So I told her the truth.
“You look gorgeous in it.” I wanted her and the other two to know just how much they meant to me, so I thought it best to start helping them feel more comfortable with themselves.
Rapi needed help dealing with others, so I’d have to help her some other way. And Neon just wanted someone to bounce her thoughts off of. But Anis needed someone who would take her concerns seriously, and that was easily something I could do.
The fact we were alone in my room had nothing to do with the sudden confidence I had in saying something that definitely wasn’t causing my face to redden slightly.
She obviously hadn’t been expecting such a direct response, because her fidgeting and eye contact avoidance stopped, and she went neutral.
“Hmm…”
The silence continued, and I had thought maybe I’d read her all wrong, but then she continued.
“Anyway, if you really think so, then…feel free to look as much as you want.” she said, a beautiful radiant smile gracing my sight.
A few more moments passed, and when she saw my very red face at what she said, she must have realised what she had just said.
Without a third party, it would be hard to tell whose face was redder, with how mine had been a slow boil whereas Anis’ had been a very sudden and intense conflagration.
We both dropped our gazes and awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to do next.
“Would I still look gorgeous without the outfit?” She whispered, hands gripping the edges of her jacket as she avoided eye contact.
As I finished running through everything that happened to bring us to this moment, she answered my question of ‘What did you say?’ with such intensity and need, that my heart skipped a beat.
“I said: would I still look gorgeous without the outfit?”
I had assumed she would be the first to break. She was a joker and a slacker, but she had steel in her spine, but I had never expected her to use it here of all places.
Well, if she wanted an answer, I would give her an honest answer. I leant in close, and whispered in her ear, “You always look gorgeous, so obviously.”
Anis quietly moaned, her face flushed red in embarrassment.
“I could prove it to you, if you want.” Since she wasn’t looking at me, she couldn’t tell my face was just as flushed as hers was.
I didn’t have experience with women beyond vague social cues, as the Military Academy did what it could to break all recruits into similar moulds that were easily shaped and replaced. And while a noticeable amount of trainees were male, gender was the first thing they did to rid us of. What use did disposable pawns have for gender?
Which, as Counters had informed me on our travels to the Surface, led most Commanders to treating the Nikke as disposable tools and not living breathing individuals, who had their own needs….like the ones Anis and I were obviously both desperate to satisfy.
She nodded her head; the bangs of her cute bob cut now covering her face.
“May I touch you?”
Another small nod, the slight movement of her hair was all I could get.
Well, removing clothes meant starting with the outer layers, so I closed the distance and slid my hands over her shoulders, easing her jacket down her arms.
“Would you rather I be a bit more forceful, or could you please let go of your jacket?” I gently joked, holding her jacket in place so it couldn’t ‘make’ the decision for Anis.
“Mmmm.” Her hands relaxed, and I eased them out of the sleeves, and draped her jacket over a nearby chair.
Her beret was the next to join her jacket, before I considered my plan of attack as I considered the puzzle that would now be undressing the buxom Anis in a seductive way; I was fairly certain she would probably really enjoy the idea of me just ripping her outfit off her and taking her in a fit of passion, but I wanted our first time to be something that would make her weak in the knees whenever she thought of it.
Her vest seemed like the logical option, since it would allow me to access the tube top and thus enabling me to free her breasts and allow me to truly witness what could only be described as the Pride of Tetra, with how lovingly sculpted the Goddesium that shaped her breasts were.
But her black hotpants would need to be removed at some point, and that would be a mission in and of themselves; her stockings and kneepads would need to go (much to my dismay, as ideas were forming now I knew Anis and I’s feelings were mutual), followed by her thigh holster and bandolier combo which bound said hotpants. Yet said bandolier seemed to be supporting the tube top, which was probably the only way said top were able to contain the sheer bounty that was her chest.
As the minutes drew on and I kept trying to unravel the ouroboros that was Anis’ outfit, a strange quiet sound broke my concentration.
I looked around, but couldn’t place it, until I caught Anis’ gaze, who’d finally stopped hiding behind her bangs and was now…….glaring was not the right word, but it was an intense look that would be mistaken by fools for that. There was need, desperation, desire……
And fear of rejection?
“Why did you stop?” the noise became word as I realised that the strange quiet sound had been Anis speaking up.
Tears were now threatening to flow, as she had apparently my indecisiveness as rejection.
“To be honest: I’m trying to figure out how to take your outfit apart.” I stated bluntly, stepping back in and pulling Anis in to a big hug.
Unlike a lot of other Commanders, I’d been blunt and never bothered to play the weird social and power games most rookie Commanders were supposed to play with the Nikke under their command, based on the various counselling sessions I’ve had with the many Nikke unofficially under my command.
It was this blunt honest that had helped me earn the trust of Counters, and the various other Squads, so I hoped Anis would trust my words for the truth they were.
“Take my outfit apart? I don’t…” she pulled herself out of the hug, wiping away the potential tears.
“But it’s so simple, I do it every morning.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. Counters was a squad of intelligent women who had kept me alive through some harrowing adventures, but dear gods were they dense fools when it came to dealing with each other and myself.
“Yes, you dork. YOU do it every morning, and you’ve seen the sort of slop I wear if Rapi didn’t ensure I dressed properly, so I don’t really have the first clue how to undress you comfortably.”
It was a white lie. While yes I was known to wear more slovenly clothes on my days off, as a way to signify to any free Nikke wandering The Outpost that I was off duty, I was still a competent Commander: my dress uniform was perfectly pressed and well maintained.
And before Anis had taken this step, the small touch ups the more serious Rapi had done when I asked her for help with my uniform had been the only form on intimacy I’d allowed myself with anyone, and it had become a ritual between Rapi and I.
Anis blinked repeatedly, processing what I said.
“That….makes sense. Sorry.”
The awkward silence was maddening, until I took my next step to fill it.
“How about a compromise, to make things easier?”
Anis eyes narrowed, her inner slacker apparently sensing some effort was about to be required of her, “What sort of compromise?”
“You tell me what to do, and I’ll remove that piece of clothing, and once we’re done, I’ll prove to you how gorgeous I think you are.”
That last remark caused her blush to dominate her beautiful face again, which she immediately tried to hide.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she joked, rolling her eyes to try and fail to hide the big smile on her face, before she just poked her tongue out at me.
Which allowed me to further add fuel to the conflagration that was her blush.
“Because I can’t learn how to tease you until I know how to undress you. Did you expect a novice like me to just know what to do?”
The face she pulled as I had apparently correctly deduced that I should apparently just ‘know what to do’ allowed a mighty laugh to escape, which was quickly silenced by a kneepad bouncing off my head, before Anis quickly tackled me on to the lounge.
“OH SHUT UP YOU PERV.” She shouted while laughing, her stockings seemingly already disrobed and being rubbed in my face.
“You are probably the sort of pervert who’d really enjoy sniffing a girl’s stockings after a hard day, eh?”
I was very lucky that Nikke didn’t make the same biological waste as humans, because as I knew how slovenly this beautiful dork was, the vague smell of her stockings came more from just having not been washed in a long time and not from actual perspiration.
“I’m not really sure of what I’m into, to be honest. Would me being into that excite you?”
Anis stopped her playful rubbing of my face with her stockings, and thought about it.
Whereas I got to experience the weight of a woman sitting atop my crotch; one who was definitely rubbing very slightly against the hardening tent in my pants.
The heat currently being generated between our crotches wasn’t doing a good enough job to distract from the fact that Anis was very heavy.
Which made sense, as Nikke could be considered a type of combat grade gynoid, but it hadn’t really clicked with me that I would need to take into account that having sex with a Nikke meant facing the very real danger of this beautiful woman hurting me by accident in the throes of passion.
…was that why she had been resisting the urge to make the first move? Of goading me into making it okay for her to try?
Is that why she’d stood there and let me disrobe her, in agony of needing to allow me to be the one to initiate so the programming in her body that stopped her from purposefully hurting humans wouldn’t kick in on accident?
“…I don’t think so. I just want you to admire me.”
The joking was gone, her tone serious but quiet.
“Then let me finish undressing you and I’ll worship as the goddess I see you as.”
The sputtering and half hearted attempts at jokes as she awkwardly dismounted me added to her charm.
Rapi’s charm laid in her serious nature, and it was why we were close.
Neon’s charm was in her intense devotion to her weapons and Counters.
Mari–… Modernia’s charm laid in the fact she had came back to us and we would never leave her behind again, even if it meant causing trouble for Anderson.
Whereas Anis’ lied in how despite the aggressive attitude she put on, she was a softie who just wanted to be praised. And I planned on doing much, much more than just praising the beautiful woman.
“So, how would you like me to start?”
Anis made many a thinking noise, before settling on an article of clothing, running her thumbs between the straps of her holsters.
“My holsters, I think.” She began, moving forward and grabbing my hand, directing it to her chest, “There is a small but important buckle hidden beneath my bust.”
“Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable?” The question was definitely out of curiosity, and not to hide how red my own face was becoming. I could feel the heat of her body through the thin yet strong fabric, my hand unable to not touch her massive bust as I fumbled with the hidden buckle.
“If I bothered with a bra, probably.” While I was fumbling with the buckle due to my own inexperience, Anis was holding her chest, her holsters apparently doing most of the work of supporting her chest.
“….pardon my impudence and naivety, but given what you’re working with, I would assume a bra would be necessary.” I might not have much knowledge of being intimate with women, but even I knew that those with larger busts needed support, as the extra weight was often too much for their backs, over time.
The cheeky Nikke poked her tongue out, as she carefully let her chest go and settle within gravity’s grasp.
“If I was human. But I’m proud of my looks, and it allows me to sway fools easy.” She paused, before stopping the jokes, “Plus, atleast for me, bras are so goddamned uncomfortable and expensive, and when your job has the perk of consistent maintenance on your body to ensure peak performance, I didn’t see the point.”
I looked her in the eyes, my smirk replacing horny inexperience.
“So, as with everything, it’s because you are lazy.”
Instead of an answer, Nikke stuck her tongue out and wagged it at me, resulting in laughs from us both at her immature attitude.
I took my time pulling the holsters off her thighs, ensuring I took a mighty handful of her thick thighs as I pulled each holsters off, taking a slow and deliberate grope of them as I stood back up, before laying them on the seat of the chair her jacket was hanging off.
“Now what?”
Anis went back to making her thinking noises, quickly deciding her next course of action.
“My shorts. Then the top and bottoms are even.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“So no bra, yet you have underwear?”
She gave me own her own smirk.
“While I know some pervert Commanders like to think Nikke always go commando, have you actually felt what our uniforms are like against your privates? It isn’t as erotic as those perverts think it is.”
“Fair.” I took the opportunity to grab her by the waist, pulling her close, earning a squeak as I dipped my fingers into the waistline of her hotpants, not going any further.
Anis is taking deep breaths, matching my own attempts to control what we are both feeling. I want to rush this and just devour her, and she wants me to devour her, yet we resist the urge.
Having control of myself, I slip my hands into her hotpants, gripping a handful of her panty-clad ass, I pull her flush me, using her weight to rub my constrained cock against her, a moan escaping my own lips.
“Oh.” Her breathing gets ragged again, biting her lip as she says “Fuck.”
“That is the plan.”
“Good~.” She moans.
I pulled my hands from the divine treasure she kept contained within her hotpants, bringing them up to the waist line, and carefully tugging them down, my face now face to face with some generic grey underwear….which had a very noticeable damp spot.
I motioned for her to lift her legs, to which she complied, and I quickly tossed her hotpants in the vague direction of where her jacket and holsters were.
Seeing her now very obviously aroused, it was becoming much harder to control my own lust.
But I wasn’t a Commander known for giving in easily, so I did what I could to reign myself in, as I kissed my way back up her legs, slow deliberate kisses on each thigh, getting closer and closer to her inner thighs, before taking my tongue and running it along each side of the seam of her panties, the rough texture lost in the sudden taste of her arousal on my tongue.
I had to forcibly stop myself and regain control, for it would be so easy to push the thin and stain fabric aside and feast on her musky honey, pulling back before suddenly stopping, as Anis’ hand was now in my hair.
“Who said you could stop?” she whined.
I forced myself to take a very deep breath, which didn’t have quite the affect I wanted as I could now smell how much she was into this.
“We agreed I would strip you first.”
“But I don’t c-“she began to whine, before I quickly stood and kissed her, using her own arousal against her to daze her bratty behaviour, any resistance she had melting as my tongue danced with hers.
After what felt like an erotic hour, I finally broke the kiss, my cock raging against the confines of my own uniform.
“I have no plans today.” I began, keeping her focused on how close I was, placing her hand on my cock.
“We can spend the rest of the day sating our hunger. But I know we both want this first time to be a bit more romantic than a couple of horny beasts rutting themselves silly.”
She moaned as she imagined what I told her.
“For an inexperienced Commander, you sure know how to stoke a girl’s flame.”
“When I worship a goddess, I need her to know how deep my devotion goes.” I pulled back, and straightened both of us up, as much as we could.
“Which do you want next?”
“My top.” She said, instantly deciding on the course to take.
“I won’t be able to contain myself if you take my panties now. Without that barrier, either a finger or a tongue or that hard cock you keep teasing me with had better be fucking filling me.”
“Agreed,” my cock was throbbing with every word she said, my own need now matching hers, “now arms up.”
“…press up against me again.”
“Pardon?”
She met my gaze, looked down at her chest, and met it again with the most serious ‘really?’ face she could muster.
“Gravity sucks, dude.”
“….touché.”
I pushed up against her, enjoying the feel of Anis against my needy desire, and wrapped my arms around the fidgeting Nikke.
As my hands gripped the back of her tube top, the wily Nikke made her own attack, scoring a quick peck on the side of my neck as she raised her arms.
“That would be on your dick, but that’s about as close to even as I can get right now~.” I couldn’t see her smug grin, but I knew it was there.
“You’ll have time to be acquainted with my cock once you’re naked.” I whispered in her ear, quickly pulling her tube top up and trapping the topless Nikke in her own clothes, her hard nipples doing an almost good enough job of wanting me to free her from own clothing.
You had to give it to Mustang: his company did amazing things with Goddesium. Her skin was hard enough to shrug off the damage Rapture weapons used to make mincemeat of any vehicles and fortified locations, yet from how very obviously her breasts pushed against me and her nipples moved with the normalcy of human flesh, it could easily be mistaken for the real thing.
“Admiring the view?” Anis snarked; having given up resisting and apparently just allowing me to keep her trapped within her clothes, she was resorting to her usual antics.
“Definitely.” I said, teasing her as I did a similar thing to her nipple.
Seeing how easily stimulated the Nikke’s erogenous zones were, an idea formed.
Rapi and Neon were of the belief that the fridge in the Commons area was the shared one for all of Counters, and that the small one in the Counselling room was offlimits.
Except once Mar—Modernia had started coming around more, and needed to be retaught things like ‘personal space’ and ‘don’t take what isn’t yours’, Anis had stashed a small horde of her favourite soda right at the back. I knew it was there, Anis knew that I knew, but I’d let it slide, since the fridge wasn’t used enough to warrant dealing with.
“Do you trust me?”
I could feel the death stare through the tubetop restraining her arms around her head.
“Obviously not. I get my tits out and let every Commander run his tongue against my wet pussy and then let them do weird kinky shit while I’m consistently denied anything beyond being teased.” She snarked again, as I let her arms go and she held them in place.
“Good, stay there then!”
Her groan covered the sound of me opening the small fridge and grabbing a soda can, but it didn’t cover the quiet thunk! That came with closing it.
“What are you doing?”
I held the can behind me, and used my free hand to pull the tubetop off of the annoyed Nikke, met with an appropriately annoyed glare of a horny Nikke.
“Do you trust me?”
“You think I do this for every Commander?” She shot back with quiet venom, the pain in her words palpable. Despite all the good they had done for the Ark, Nikke were still treated horribly, and he knew some Commanders….did things.
Making sure to use the hand I had freed her with so as not to betray my idea, I cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb along the back-ridge of her jaw, similar to what Marian had done when she’d tried to take the hurt away from that dreadful order I had given.
“No,” I said as I lowered myself on to my knees, so she could have all the power in this conversation, which is why I’m asking you for permission. You are giving me something we both very obviously feel is very valuable, and I want to respect your needs without forcing myself upon you.”
“But what if I want that?”
I took a very deep breath. I could feel my self control slipping, given a very beautiful and snarky Nikke just flatout admitted she wanted me to force myself upon her and I would love nothing more than to do what she asked.
“Be that as it may, I would like us to have something special for this first time, which means reducing you to a needy mess.”
She gave me another look as she pulled the hand she’d been nuzzling against straight into the sodden mess between her thighs.
“My dude, I could not be any hornier. My underwear is so wet you could probably convince me it would function like a very shitty condom, and I’m of half a mind to let you cjust use that shitty lie if it meant you filled me with your cock.”
I couldn’t disagree with her. She was so aroused that my idea felt like overkill.
But considering we’d spent a lot of time ensuring her crotch was a fiery mess, we hadn’t done much more than tease two very prominent peaks of pleasure, and I wanted those peaks primed.
I also had to resist the urge not to just push the sopping wet cloth aside and lube my fingers with her need directly from its source.
“Yet as a devotee of such a beautiful Goddess, is it not my want, nay, my obligation to give her such delights that she feels as if she were ascending again?”
“Urgh, you sound like your trying to woo Neon, you perv.”
“Yet I wooed you first.”
“Urgh, just shut up.” She groaned, laughing at my dorky sophistry.
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Good, close your eyes.”
She placed a hand on her hip, shoulders dropping to a stoop as she put her attitude back on.
“Couldn’t have done it while you had me bound?”
“I could’ve.” I laughed, before giving her a cheeky wink, “More fun this way.”
She rolled her eyes, back to being annoyed yet amused.
“So, what are you gonna do to me, before you fill me, or atleast let me fuck myself on your fingers?”
“Close your eyes.”
Being the good girl that she was Anis complied, though the frustrating was definitely wearing her patience thin.
This was the last thing I could do, before I had to actually commit to the deed.
I raised the still cool can of soda, and began to trace along the edge of Anis’ areola, all attention on her left one. Anis gasped the moment the frigid can touched her aroused erogenous zone, and began to fidget a little, but did as she was told and kept her eyes closed, and let me toy with her.
I trailed the can up her breast, before angling it up her throat, using it to tilt her chin up.
I pulled the can away, invaded her personal space but not quite touching her, and put my mouth so close to her she could feel my breath as I lured her into this final trap.
“Thought I was gonna kiss you, huh?”
“Oh you muthafu—“ The instant her eyes opened, I pulled her up against me, covered the unattended nipple with the icy can, and used my tongue to suppress both her words and the moan that the nipple play caused. I had intended to toy with her, using my tongue to bring her under my spell so I can lure her on to the nearby bed.
But the war machine was roused, and would not be denied. Her tongue warred with mine, my invasion of her mouth quickly reversed as hers followed the retreat of mine, using her passion to make me lightheaded with the sheer passion she was bringing to my mouth.
I must have missed when she had picked me up, for the instant her tongue left my mouth, reality and gravity reasserted itself as I was thrown to the bed, the naked Nikke doing all she could not just rip my uniform and get what she desired as she stripped me of my pants, my erection bobbing and throbbing in time with my heartbeat, as all my sense dulled as the cool air of the Counselling Room made me aware only of how aroused I was.
Both my Nikke and her Commander were desperate, feminine desire and masculine need slowly leaking from where we were desperate to join.
“Let’s fuck?”
I nodded.
She was quick to climb atop me, rubbing my slippery crown against her hungering hole.
“I need you to say it.”
I smirked at her echoing my words.
“Fuck me.”
Her hands were suddenly on my shoulders, head of my cock pushed right against her pussy yet refusing to enter.
“Sweet. I want this so badly~.”
If we had followed my plan, I might’ve been able to enjoy the fiery wet heat that now engulfed my cock, but a war machine was brutal and effeicent, and while Anis might be on the lazier side, she could still be encouraged to bring her full attention to a task.
The first forceful SLAM! of her hips caused a crack to form in the wall behind the bed, plaster and dust raining down on us.
The second SLAM! of her hips caused something in the bed to crack, for the previously sturdy frame now felt noticeably less sturdy
With the third SLAM! of hips, a sudden and intense fire spread throughout my lower body as something cracked within me.
And the fourth final SLAM! finished us both of, her desperate need setting her off, and the tight milking motions of her hungry pussy bringing me swiftly to my own climax, as I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my pained hips up against her.
For what felt like an eternity we stayed like that, her heavy biomechanical form lying atop me as I cock desperately filled her artificial womb with cum
But eventually the human body must cease lest it ruin itself from pleasure as my cum stopped flowing, the exhausted Anis rolling off of me as I let her go.
“That……was romantic….right?” Anis panted.
“No, let’s do romantic next.” I wheezed.
“Don’t think I could handle that very often.”
“Fair. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m done for the day.” I heard some ruffling, as Anis apparently moved some blankets and pillows to her current position.
“So long as you don’t wake me, feel free to use me. I could use a pleasant dream~.” I could hear the flirtatious tone, and wanted nothing more than to obey it, but my body refused to move, so I just laid there and let myself recover.
My new sex partner was known for sleeping for hours, so I could definitely wait.
———————-
It had been an hour or two, and for whatever reason, I still couldn’t move. As I considered calling out and either hoping it would raze the well-fucked heavy sleeper besides me or one of the other two Nikke likely to be nearby, the door opened.
Having apparently given us enough time to do as we pleased, a stoic Rapi entered, ignoring the pungent smell of sex and how Anis was now spreadeagled beside me and dominating the bed, her pussy overflowing with cum.
“Do you need anything, Commander?”
I had to give her credit. She kept eye contact with me and didn’t betray whatever might be going through her mind.
“Phone.” I croaked, suddenly very aware my hips weren’t moving well.
Actually, it was a struggle to move them at all, until a faint pain began to seep its way through the cocktail of lust Anis and I had encouraged within one another.
“Any number in particular?”
The pain flared, as what might be a fractured pelvis that began to make itself known. It could possibly just be some bruised bones and muscles, but as the pain steadily increased, it safe to assume Anis’ final slam into our mutual final orgasm had broken more than my own virginity.
“Mary’s clinic.” I groaned, unable to move, “I’ve just learnt a very valuable lesson about Nikke.”
After she made the call, I signalled for Rapi again.
“Yes, Commander?”
“Do…..w-we have any…..h-hard liquor…..on hand?” I asked, my words straining and failing to hold back the pain I was in. The feel good sex hormones were definitely wearing off, and it would still be a while before an emergency vehicle would get to the outpost, let alone the Command Center.
Almost all the painkillers I knew we had easy access to were Nikke-strength, and as we didn’t currently have any Nikke working for us at the Outpost with the sort of pharmaceutical knowledge to divine the right mix, I wasn’t going to risk it.
The lengthening silence between each succession of tapping as Rapi scanned our resources for anything that would get the job done, fingers finally ending their dance on the dance floor that was her work pad.
“Negative. It’s one of the many supplies we’ve been promised that has yet to arrive.”
She was now standing by the edge of the bed I was on, the hem of her skirt just above eye level, only a slight tilt of my head would allow me to see beneath.
As if to remind me of why those thoughts were a bad idea, a particularly fiery pulse of pain radiated throughout my lower body.
“Any ideas on what I can do for pain management?”
After a pause, Rapi slowly gave her answer.
“You are going to Mary’s, for a self inflicted Nikke related injury.”
I didn’t like the strange look in Rapi’s eyes, her intense stare boring through my skull.
“……yes?”
She carefully put the work pad down on the small nightstand, before coming back to loom over me.
“Might as well commit to the bit of having done something kinky with a Nikke and fidning out you were unprepared for the results.”
The cold, dead eyes of someone I had thought would always in my corner about to strangle me and the dread they inspired could do naught to convince my body to move, so I turned to avoid the gaze.
“Listen, let’s not do anything dras-“
The sound of someone jumping cut through the thin veneer of fear, and in the few seconds between said sound and the obvious result of a human scale war machine landing, I turned back to a curious sight: Plain black panties, accentuating the pale skin of her thighs, the small skirt fluttering.
The last second was realising Rapi was going to knock me out by sitting on my fa—