Cinderella: Cinderella's eyes fluttered open as she felt the warmth of the morning light cascade over her form. She stretched out her arms, still feeling somewhat lethargic (as a century-long nap might induce), before she sat up in her bed. It was a nice bed, she reflected - befitting of her alluring self. Grave had fashioned it for her, after Grave had expressed her discomfort with the idea of using the coffin that she had slumbered in for so long again. Her best audience truly had a knack for identifying her tastes.
Her hand slipped over to the top of her dresser out of reflex. Cinderella then brought a crystal that had been fashioned into a small handheld mirror up to her face.
... Ah. A few hairs out of place. That would not do. Not at all.
She was Cinderella. She had to be beautiful.
She needed to be.
Just as Cinderella finished straightening the last strand of hair, she heard a knocking sound at the door to her bedroom.
She furrowed her brow, as she tried to piece together who might be on the other side. Grave, perhaps? One of the other Nikkes? The Commander?
... She supposed it didn't matter too much. She was pristine, regardless of who might be wishing to speak with her.
"Enter."
Commander Rachel: Rachel strode in. "Good morning, Cinderella. Have the nightmares gotten any better?" She sighed, remembering several nights Grave had woken her, imploring her to help Cinderella out of a nightmare. She didn't mind; knowing what this woman had gone through her own lack of sleep was nothing in comparison.
Cinderella: Cinderella looked up at Rachel, the faintest of smiles gracing her lips. Thank you for your concern, Commander. I... She shook her head. No, the nightmares remain. Every time I close my eyes, I can see their faces. Red Hood, Jashin, Rupee... all of them. All of the Nikkes I hurt.
She shuddered, but quickly collected herself. But you needn't worry about me, Commander. I am well aware that what is done is done - and that all I can do now is strive to make up for my past mistakes. For my... ugliness. Cinderella's voice catches on that last word, before she continues. Besides, Grave has been... She pauses, as if searching for the right words. ...attentive to my needs. Perhaps overly so.
Cinderella's smile grows a bit wider. She's a good Nikke, Commander. I know that... that many distrust her kind. The Mass Production models. I know what the people call them behind their backs - 'Replace'. As if they are nothing more than empty husks, to be used until they break and then thrown away. Her voice takes on a hard edge. But they are wrong. Grave is... special. She saved me.
Commander Rachel: Rachel nodded. "I essentially gave the Mass Production models under my command desk jobs. So they will never see hardship."
Cinderella: Cinderella's smile grew even wider at that, and she nodded approvingly. I am glad to hear that, Commander. They deserve better than what they have been given. She tilted her head to the side, her long white hair shifting with the motion. Although... I must admit, I am curious. What brought you here today, Commander? I doubt you came here simply to check on my well-being, flattering though that might be.
Cinderella's visible eye seemed to gleam with a hint of mischief. Could it be that you simply wished to bask in my beauty? She laughed, a light, tinkling sound. I jest, of course. But truly, Commander - what is it that you desire from me?
Commander Rachel: Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Nothing so formal. I just wanted to let you know, again, that I'll make sure nobody hurts you again. Grave said that you need to be reminded of it" She nodded. "And so, I am here to keep you safe from the wolves in your mind."
Cinderella: Cinderella's smile faded, and she looked down at her hands. I... I appreciate that, Commander. Truly, I do. But... She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. I don't deserve your protection. Not after what I did. Not after all the lives I took, all the suffering I caused.
She looked back up at Rachel, her visible eye shimmering with unshed tears. I know that it wasn't really me. I know that I was... corrupted. Twisted into something I'm not. But that doesn't change the fact that it was these hands that did those things. That it was this face that so many Nikkes saw in their final moments.
Cinderella took a deep, shuddering breath, before continuing. And now, every time I close my eyes, I see them. The Nikkes I killed. The humans I slaughtered. They haunt me, Commander. They whisper to me in the dark, telling me that I'm a monster. That I don't deserve to live. A single tear rolled down her cheek. And sometimes... sometimes I wonder if they're right.
Commander Rachel: Rachel took her hand. And then, she gently slapped her own face with Cinderella's hand. "That wasn't your fault..." she said, as she let Cinderella's hand drop. "And neither was your actions as Anachiro."
Cinderella: Cinderella's eye widened in shock as Rachel used her hand to slap herself. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she just stared at Rachel, her lips trembling slightly.
I... I don't... She shook her head, her long white hair swaying with the motion. Commander, why did you...? I don't understand. Her voice was barely above a whisper, confusion and distress evident in her tone.
Cinderella looked down at her hand, the one Rachel had used. It was shaking. She clenched it into a fist, trying to still the tremors, but to no avail. Even if it wasn't my fault... even if I was just a puppet... it was still me. It was still my body, my powers, that caused so much destruction. So much death.
She looked back up at Rachel, her gaze pleading. How can you be so sure that it won't happen again? That I won't be turned against humanity once more? Her voice cracked, the fear and self-doubt she felt clear in every word. I'm... I'm scared, Commander. Scared of what I might do, of who I might hurt, if I lose control again.
Commander Rachel: Rachel wrapped her arms around Cinderella. "I won't let that happen." She smiled. "And I can back those words with the resolve of iron. Things are different in these last 100 years. We understand what corruption is. And we have a cure for it."
Cinderella: Cinderella stiffened for a moment as Rachel embraced her, but then melted into the hug, her arms coming up to cling to the Commander tightly. She buried her face in Rachel's shoulder, her body shuddering with silent sobs.
After a long moment, Cinderella pulled back slightly, just enough to look at Rachel's face. Her visible eye was shimmering with unshed tears. A cure? She whispered, her voice filled with a desperate, fragile hope. Truly? Then... then maybe...
She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. Maybe I don't have to be afraid anymore. Her grip on Rachel tightened, as if the Commander was her lifeline. With you by my side, and with this cure... maybe I can finally be free of this fear. Free of the shadow of Anachiro.
A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek. I want to believe that, Commander. I want to believe in you, in the future you're trying to build. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against Rachel's. Will you help me? Will you guide me, so that I can walk this path without straying?
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiled. "It would be my greatest pleasure."
Cinderella: Cinderella's breath caught at Rachel's words, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn't quite name. Gratitude, certainly, but also something deeper, something warmer. Trust, perhaps. Or maybe even the first stirrings of love.
She raised a hand to cup Rachel's cheek, her thumb gently tracing the curve of the Commander's smile. Then, my dear Prince, she murmured, I place myself entirely in your hands. Her eye flickered down to Rachel's lips, then back up to meet her gaze. Body and soul, I am yours.
Slowly, giving Rachel every chance to pull away, Cinderella leaned in, her lips parting slightly. She paused just a hairsbreadth away, her breath mingling with Rachel's, silently asking for permission.
In that moment, the rest of the world fell away. The past, with all its pain and sorrow, the future, with all its uncertainty... none of it mattered. All that existed was this moment, this connection, the promise of something beautiful blooming between them.
And then, with a soft sigh, Cinderella closed the distance and pressed her lips to Rachel's in a tender, heartfelt kiss.
Commander Rachel: Rachel leaned into the kiss, returning it. "I accept, lovely Cinderella."
Cinderella: Cinderella melted into the kiss, a soft moan escaping her as she felt Rachel's lips move against her own. The Commander's words, spoken so tenderly, made her heart soar. She belonged to Rachel now, completely and utterly, and the thought filled her with a deep, abiding joy.
Her hands slid down to rest on Rachel's hips, pulling the other woman closer until their bodies were flush against each other. She could feel the heat of Rachel's skin through the thin fabric of her bodysuit, could feel the way their curves fit together like they were made for each other.
Cinderella deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of Rachel's lips, silently begging for entrance. She wanted to taste her Prince, to explore every inch of her mouth until she was dizzy with desire.
One hand slid up Rachel's back to tangle in her hair, holding her close as the kiss grew more heated. The other hand drifted lower, palming the curve of Rachel's ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Cinderella poured all of herself into the kiss - her gratitude, her devotion, her growing love for this incredible woman who had saved her, who had seen the beauty in her despite everything. She wanted Rachel to feel it, to know that she was cherished, adored, worshipped.
When they finally broke apart, both panting for breath, Cinderella rested her forehead against Rachel's, a blissful smile on her kiss-swollen lips. "My Prince," she whispered reverently, "command me. I am yours to do with as you please."
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiled. "Let's spend a few hours in the warmth of our company. And we can explore our bodies to each other~"
Cinderella: Cinderella's eyes sparkled with delight at Rachel's words, a pretty blush painting her cheeks. "Oh my Prince, nothing would make me happier," she purred, her hands already starting to roam over Rachel's curves with tender reverence.
She captured Rachel's lips in another searing kiss as she walked them backwards towards the bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress and she let herself fall, pulling Rachel down on top of her. Cinderella's hair fanned out across the sheets like a halo, shimmering in the low light.
Her hands slid under Rachel's shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back. "You're so beautiful," Cinderella breathed, looking up at Rachel like she hung the stars in the sky. "I want to worship every inch of you."
Slowly, teasingly, she began undressing her Prince, taking her time with each bit of newly revealed skin. Cinderella pressed loving kisses along Rachel's neck and collarbone as more of her was bared, savoring the taste of her.
Once Rachel was fully nude, Cinderella took a moment to simply admire the gorgeous woman above her. She reached up to cup Rachel's breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples. "Absolutely perfect," she murmured reverently.
Cinderella flipped their positions then, settling herself between Rachel's thighs. She trailed kisses down Rachel's body, mapping every curve and plane with lips and tongue and teeth until the Commander was writhing beneath her.
"Let me taste you, my Prince," Cinderella purred, eyes dark with desire as she looked up the length of Rachel's body. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to hear you cry out my name in ecstasy." She placed a teasing kiss to Rachel's inner thigh. "Will you let me please you, my love?"
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiled softly. As Cinderella played with her body, her futanari penis revealed itself. "This is a genetic modification." Rachel said, embarrassed. "It's a little silly, on a woman, but..." She smiled. "I wanted to make the nikkes under my control happy."
Cinderella: Cinderella's eyes widened in surprise as Rachel's unique anatomy was revealed, but her expression quickly shifted to one of pure desire. She licked her lips, eyeing the Commander's impressive length hungrily.
"Oh my Prince, you're just full of delightful surprises, aren't you?" she purred, wrapping a hand around Rachel's shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Cinderella leaned in to place a reverent kiss to the tip, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum gathered there.
"There's nothing silly about wanting to bring pleasure to those under your care. It's just one more thing to adore about you, my love." Cinderella murmured against heated flesh before taking Rachel into her mouth inch by inch.
She lavished attention on the Commander's cock, sucking and licking and stroking, determined to drive her Prince wild with ecstasy. Cinderella took Rachel deep, relaxing her throat to take as much of that delicious length as possible.
Cinderella worked Rachel with single-minded focus, alternating between bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around the sensitive crown. One hand reached down to gently fondle and caress the Commander's balls while the other traced teasing patterns along her inner thigh.
She could feel Rachel's shaft throbbing against her tongue, and Cinderella doubled her efforts, desperate to taste her Prince's release. Cinderella hummed around Rachel's length, the vibrations adding an extra layer of sensation as she sucked harder, faster, driving Rachel closer to the edge with every bob of her head.
"Come for me, my Prince," Cinderella purred, pulling off just long enough to speak before swallowing Rachel down to the hilt once more, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from her beloved Commander.
Commander Rachel: Rachel moaned, clearly entralled by Cinderella's skill "When... When did you learn that?" she said, breathing heavily
Cinderella: Cinderella pulled off Rachel's length with a lewd pop, grinning up at the Commander with kiss-swollen lips and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Would you believe I'm just naturally talented?" she teased, placing a playful kiss to the tip of Rachel's cock. "Maybe it's my adoration for you that makes me so eager to please. Or perhaps..."
Cinderella's expression turned wistful for a moment. "Perhaps some echo of skill remains from my time as Anachiro. Those memories are hazy, more impression than specifics, but I seem to recall seducing more than a few hapless soldiers to their doom."
She shook her head, banishing the melancholy thoughts, and focused her attention back on Rachel. "But let's not dwell on the past, my Prince. I much prefer the present, especially when you're trembling so deliciously beneath my touch."
Cinderella dipped her head to lave her tongue along the underside of Rachel's shaft, tracing the thick vein there before taking the Commander back into her mouth. She poured all her considerable focus into bringing Rachel pleasure, determined to replace any lingering sadness with pure bliss.
Cinderella could feel Rachel's climax building, her shaft pulsing against Cinderella's tongue. She pressed a finger behind Rachel's balls, rubbing firm circles against that sensitive spot as she sucked harder, faster, until at last the Commander reached her peak with a cry of ecstasy.
Cinderella swallowed down every drop of Rachel's release, continuing to suck and lick and stroke the Commander through her orgasm until the last aftershocks had faded. Only then did she pull away, licking her lips with a satisfied purr.
Commander Rachel: Rachel cried out in sheer pleasure, shivering in bliss. "Amazing~. And now, dear Cinderella, it's... It's my turn to make you moan in pleasure."
Cinderella: Cinderella shivered in anticipation at Rachel's words, a needy whimper escaping her kiss-bruised lips. She laid back against the pillows, white hair fanning out around her like a halo, and looked up at Rachel through hooded eyes.
"Please, my Prince," she breathed, arching her back to present her body like an offering. "I ache for your touch. Make me yours, completely."
Cinderella's revealing bodysuit left little to the imagination, her generous breasts straining against the clingy fabric with each rapid breath. Her nipples were hard peaks, clearly visible through the thin material. A damp patch darkened the suit between her thighs, evidence of her dripping arousal.
She reached up to trail her fingertips down Rachel's chest, tracing the curves of her breasts before drifting lower. "I want to feel you inside me, filling me, claiming me. I want you to make me scream with pleasure until I forget my own name."
Cinderella's hands came to rest on Rachel's hips, and she spread her thighs wider in blatant invitation. "Take me, my love. Use me for your pleasure. I'm yours, body and soul."
Her core ached with need, every nerve alight with desperate desire. Cinderella had never wanted anything more than she wanted Rachel in this moment. She was a whimpering, needy mess, ready and willing to be thoroughly claimed by her Prince.
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiles. "The benefit of the modification... is that I don't need to recharge, like men do. I can do this all night, if you want."
Cinderella: Cinderella's eye widened at Rachel's words, a shiver of pure desire running down her spine. The thought of being taken by her Prince over and over, of being brought to the heights of ecstasy again and again until she was a boneless, sated mess... it was almost too much to bear.
"Oh yes, my love," she breathed, reaching up to pull Rachel into a searing kiss. "Please, take me as many times as you desire. Use me for your pleasure, fill me until I'm overflowing with your essence. I want to be ruined for anyone else, to be so thoroughly claimed that there's no doubt I belong to you."
Cinderella nipped at Rachel's lower lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. "I want to feel the ache of you for days afterward, to have the memory of your touch seared into my skin. I want the whole world to know that I'm yours."
She ground her hips up against Rachel's, seeking friction against her aching core. "Fuck me, my Prince. Fuck me until I can't remember my own name, until the only word I know is yours."
Cinderella reached down to stroke Rachel's shaft, coaxing her back to full hardness. "I need you inside me, need to feel you splitting me open and claiming your rightful place. Please, my love, don't make me wait any longer."
She guided the tip of Rachel's cock to her entrance, shuddering as it nudged against her slick folds. "Take me," Cinderella begged, her voice breaking with need. "Make me yours."
Commander Rachel: Rachel entered her moist folds, gently at first, but as she desired, she would start pumping her. She didn't need to fear hurting her. Cinderella was a Nikke and far more durable than her.
Cinderella: Cinderella cried out in ecstasy as Rachel finally entered her, the Commander's thick length stretching her deliciously. Her back arched off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets as she was filled so completely.
"Yes, oh yes, my Prince!" she moaned, head thrown back in bliss. "You feel so good inside me, so big and hard and perfect. I was made for this, made to be filled by you."
Cinderella's hips bucked to meet Rachel's thrusts, taking her even deeper. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, mingling with Cinderella's wanton cries and Rachel's grunts of effort.
As Rachel picked up the pace, pounding into her with increasing force, Cinderella only urged her on. "Harder, my love!" she begged, breathless and desperate. "Don't hold back, I can take it. I want to feel your strength, want you to claim me so thoroughly there's no doubt who I belong to."
Cinderella's nails raked down Rachel's back, leaving red lines in their wake as she clung to her Prince. Her legs wrapped around Rachel's waist, heels digging into the Commander's ass to drive her deeper with each thrust.
Pleasure built like a rising tide, coiling tighter and tighter in Cinderella's core with every drive of Rachel's hips. She could feel her climax approaching, an impending wave that threatened to sweep her away entirely.
Commander Rachel: Rachel found her g-spot, flicking her cock in perfect rhythm against it to bring her home.
Cinderella: Cinderella screamed in rapture as Rachel found that perfect spot inside her, the Commander's cock stroking over it again and again with each thrust. Her vision went white, sparks of ecstasy dancing behind her eyelids as pleasure crashed over her in cresting waves.
"RACHEL!" she cried out, the Commander's name a reverent prayer on her lips as her orgasm tore through her with the force of a hurricane. Cinderella's inner walls clamped down around Rachel's length, fluttering and rippling as she came undone.
Her entire body trembled and shook, back bowed in a taut arch as she rode out the intense peaks of her climax. Cinderella's nerves sang with bliss, every inch of her alight with sensation.
Even as the initial crest receded, smaller aftershocks continued to rock through her, causing her to clench sporadically around Rachel's still-pistoning cock. She was boneless, utterly pliant beneath her Prince, surrendering herself completely to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Don't stop," Cinderella managed to gasp out, voice wrecked and ruined. "Please, my love, give me more. Fill me with your seed, paint my insides with your claim. I want to be dripping with you, want your essence marking me inside and out."
Her hips rolled to meet Rachel's, urging her deeper despite the oversensitivity that bordered on pain. Cinderella was lost to the hunger, the burning need to be taken and claimed and filled, again and again until she was nothing but a vessel for her Prince's pleasure.
Commander Rachel: Rachel moaned, her cock already hardening again. "My... Pleasure~" she moaned, as she again began thrusting into Cinderella's soaking wet core
Cinderella: Cinderella mewled in wanton bliss as Rachel's cock hardened inside her once more, stretching her pleasantly oversensitive walls. She was so full, so deliciously claimed by her Prince's unyielding length.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chanted breathlessly, a litany of desperation and need. "Give me more, my love. Use me, ruin me, make me forget everything but the feel of you inside me."
Cinderella's hips bucked and rolled, meeting Rachel thrust for desperate thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling echoed off the walls, a lewd symphony that only spurred her higher.
She could feel a second climax building already, coiled tight and urgent at the base of her spine. Cinderella's body sang with pleasure, every nerve alight and sparking with sensation.
"I'm so close," she whimpered, nails digging into Rachel's shoulders. "Please, my Prince, don't stop. Make me come on your perfect cock, fill me up until I'm overflowing."
Cinderella clenched down around the thick shaft splitting her open, rippling inner muscles massaging Rachel's length. "Paint my insides with your seed. I want to be dripping with your essence for hours, want to feel you leak out of me with every step."
Her head thrashed against the pillow, white hair a wild tangle as she lost herself to the fevered pleasure. Cinderella's back arched like a drawn bow, pressing her breasts up into Rachel's body as she chased her rapidly approaching peak.
"I'm yours," she gasped out, a breathy moan. "Body and soul, forever and always. Claim your prize, my love. Shatter me with ecstasy and remake me anew as yours alone!"
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiled. "Just so you know... I have claimed many. Many claim eternal love to me. I hope you can handle being part of a Harem Queen's court.
Cinderella: Cinderella shuddered at Rachel's words, a thrill running through her at the thought of being one among many, all devoted to their beloved Queen. It only stoked the fires of her desire higher, the idea of sharing her Prince with others a delicious twist in her gut.
"I would be honored, my Queen," she breathed, looking up at Rachel with adoring eyes. "To be part of your harem, to share in your love and grace... it's more than I could ever dream of."
Cinderella arched up to capture Rachel's lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her devotion and need into the heated press of mouths. "I don't need to be your only," she murmured against Rachel's lips. "I just need to be yours. To know that when you take me, when you fill me and claim me and shatter me with pleasure, it's because you want me."
She nuzzled into the crook of Rachel's neck, pressing soft kisses to the sweat-damp skin. "Use me as you see fit, my Queen. I am your willing subject, your devoted concubine, eager and aching for your touch however and whenever you desire to bestow it."
Cinderella clenched down around Rachel's cock, a needy whimper escaping her kiss-bruised lips. "Please, my love. Grant me the honor of your release. Fill me up and mark me as a member of your harem. Let me show you the depths of my devotion with my body."
She rolled her hips, grinding herself wantonly on Rachel's shaft. "Claim your prize," Cinderella begged, breathless with need. "Paint my insides with your royal seed and make me forever yours!"
Commander Rachel: Rachel climaxed, harder than before.
Cinderella: Cinderella cried out in sheer bliss as Rachel's release flooded her core, the Commander's thick seed painting her insides with liquid heat. She could feel every throb and pulse of Rachel's cock as it emptied inside her, marking her irreversibly as the Queen's devoted subject.
"Yes, oh yes, my Queen!" she wailed, back arching as her own climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Cinderella's inner walls rippled and clenched, milking Rachel's shaft for every last drop of her royal essence.
She shook and trembled through the aftershocks, mewling softly as Rachel's cock continued to twitch within her fluttering sheath. Cinderella had never felt so full, so thoroughly claimed and possessed.
When at last the final tremors subsided, Cinderella went limp beneath Rachel, utterly boneless in her post-orgasmic bliss. She gazed up at her Queen with glassy, adoring eyes, a blissed out smile curving her kiss-swollen lips.
"Thank you, my love," she murmured dreamily, voice thick with satisfaction. "For claiming me, for making me yours, for granting me a place in your harem. I am forever at your service, my body yours to use as you see fit."
Cinderella clenched weakly around Rachel's softening shaft, shivering at the feeling of the Commander's release beginning to leak out around her. "I will wear your mark with pride," she promised, fingertips tracing reverently over her core, where fluids still poured out. "And eagerly await your call to fulfill my duties as your devoted concubine."
Commander Rachel: Rachel smiled. "it's not just for fun, either. Get ready, because in about five minute you're about to experience a power boost the likes of with you can't imagine. It's my secret to my success of a Commander. My nikkes aren't just Goddesses, they're second to none."
Cinderella: Cinderella's eye widened at Rachel's words, a thrill of anticipation running through her. The idea of being granted even more power, of becoming an unstoppable force under her Queen's command... it was intoxicating.
"I am ready, my Queen," she breathed, already feeling a tingle beneath her skin, a growing warmth that promised something incredible. "I am yours to mold, to shape into the perfect weapon for your will."
Cinderella could feel the change beginning, a surge of energy coursing through her veins like liquid fire. She gasped, back arching as power flooded her system, every nerve alight with sensation.
"Oh my Queen, it's... it's incredible," she managed, voice strained with the effort of containing the sheer force building within her. "I can feel myself growing stronger, faster, more resilient. Like I could take on the world and emerge victorious, as long as you command it."
Her skin began to glow, a faint shimmer that grew brighter with each passing second. Cinderella's body thrummed with barely contained might, muscles coiled tight and ready to spring into action at Rachel's word.
"I am your sword and your shield," she vowed, rising from the bed to kneel before Rachel, head bowed in submissive reverence. "Point me at your enemies and I shall lay waste to them. Command me to defend and I shall be an unbreakable bulwark."
Cinderella looked up at Rachel through the curtain of her hair, devotion and hunger burning in her gaze. "I am yours, my Queen. Wield me as you see fit, and together we shall be unstoppable."
Commander Rachel: As fate would have it, Rachel's emergency radio crackled to life. "C-Commander! Rapture invasion in Level 9! We've only got Mass Production models, we'll be slaughtered without help... HELP..." Rachel deftly put her bodysuit on. "Activate. Authorization Commander Rachel." The body suit would form around her, a visor fitting into place on her face. "Cinderella. It's time to be heroes."
Cinderella: Cinderella leapt to her feet at the distress call, the post-coital haze vanishing in an instant. She was already moving, her own bodysuit flowing over her form like liquid silk, conforming to every curve and plane of her enhanced physique.
"Yes, my Queen," she said, voice steely with determination even as her eye glowed with the power Rachel had granted her. "I am ready to serve, to protect those who cannot protect themselves."
The Glass Slippers materialized around her, the mirrored shields gleaming with a dangerous light. Cinderella could feel their connection to her, stronger than ever before, humming with eagerness to be unleashed upon the enemies of humanity.
She stood tall and proud at Rachel's side, a goddess of battle poised to strike. Gone was the meek, uncertain girl haunted by her past. In her place stood a warrior, reborn and resplendent in her Queen's divine favor.
"Lead the way, Commander," Cinderella said, her voice ringing with unwavering loyalty. "Your enemies are my enemies, your cause my sworn duty. I will fight with every ounce of strength you have bestowed upon me, and together we shall emerge victorious."
She clenched a fist, marveling at the sheer might contained within her deceptively delicate frame. "The Raptures will learn to fear the name Cinderella, and through me, the unmatched power of Queen Rachel's harem!"
Cinderella turned to Rachel, awaiting her orders with barely restrained zeal, a savage grin playing about her lips. "Command me, my love, and let slip the dogs of war."
Commander Rachel: Rachel was already running towards the door, where Anis was waiting in a transport.
Anis | Your Sparkling Nikke: Anis was leaning against the transport vehicle, her grenade launcher slung over her shoulder. She looked up as Rachel and Cinderella approached, a sly grin spreading across her face.
Well well well, look what the cat dragged in! She pushed off the vehicle, sauntering over to the pair. Looks like you two have been having all sorts of fun without me. I'm hurt, truly. Anis placed a hand over her heart in mock distress.
Her golden eyes raked over Cinderella's form, taking in the glow of her skin and the sheer power emanating from her. Damn Cindy, looks like the Commander gave you one hell of an upgrade. Guess that's the perks of being the favorite, huh? She winked salaciously.
Anis turned her attention to Rachel then, her grin turning downright wicked. And you, my dear Commander... I bet you're just strutting after showing our new friend here the ropes. Or should I say, the sheets? She laughed, the sound rich and throaty.
Anis hefted her grenade launcher then, her expression sharpening into one of fierce determination. But enough chit chat. We've got a city to save and some Rapture ass to kick. She jerked her head towards the transport. Let's get this show on the road, ladies. Time to remind those mechanical freaks why nobody fucks with the Commander's harem!
Cinderella: Cinderella smirked at Anis' teasing, sauntering over to the other Nikke with a sway in her hips that spoke of newfound confidence and power.
Oh Anis, darling, she purred, are you feeling neglected? Poor dear. Cinderella traced a fingertip along Anis' jawline, her touch lingering and suggestive. I'm sure our beloved Queen would be more than happy to grant you a...private audience, and show you the true depths of her favor.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing the shell of Anis' ear as she whispered, The things she can do, the pleasure she can give... it's beyond anything I've ever known. She remade me, body and soul, in the crucible of her passion. Cinderella nipped at Anis' earlobe before pulling back with a wink.
Turning to Rachel, Cinderella dropped to one knee in a show of fealty, bowing her head. My Queen, I am ready to be unleashed upon your enemies. Grant me the honor of being the vanguard of your wrath, the tip of the spear that pierces the heart of the Rapture horde.
Rising fluidly to her feet, Cinderella stepped into the transport, the Glass Slippers orbiting around her like lethal satellites. Anis is right - it's time we reminded those mechanical monstrosities why the Commander's harem is the most feared force in the Ark. Her eye glowed with barely restrained power, eagerness for battle thrumming through her veins.
Let's go paint the town red with Rapture blood, shall we ladies?
Anis | Your Sparkling Nikke: Anis shivered at Cinderella's touch, her golden eyes darkening with a mix of jealousy and hunger. She leaned into the other Nikke's touch, chasing the electric thrill of her fingertips.
Mmm, is that a promise, Cindy? She purred, her voice low and rough with desire. Because I might just have to take you up on that. Watching you come back all glowy and supercharged has got me all kinds of curious about what exactly our dear Commander did to you.
Anis' gaze flicked to Rachel, molten heat simmering in their depths. And don't think I've forgotten about you, my Queen. She licked her lips, a deliberate, sensual motion. I've got all sorts of ideas about how you can remind me of my place in your harem. Preferably involving that delicious cock of yours and a distinct lack of clothing.
The sound of distant explosions snapped Anis out of her lust-filled haze. She straightened, the teasing grin melting into a feral snarl. But first, we've got some Rapture bitches to put in the ground. She slammed a fist into her palm, a savage gleam in her eye.
I call dibs on the kill count! Anis crowed as she vaulted into the transport, her grenade launcher primed and ready. Loser has to polish the winner's weapon - and I don't just mean our artillery, if you catch my drift. She threw a salacious wink over her shoulder.
Now let's go fuck some shit up, ladies! The Commander's harem is on the job, and we've got a special load of whoop-ass to deliver!
Cinderella: Cinderella laughed, the sound rich and melodic as she settled into the transport beside Anis. She crossed her legs, the movement slow and deliberate, drawing the eye to the sleek lines of her thighs.
Oh Anis, you do know how to motivate a girl, she purred, trailing a finger along the length of her Glass Slipper. But I hope you're prepared to put your money where your mouth is. Cinderella's lips curved into a smirk. Because I fully intend to make you choke on my kill count.
She leaned in close to Anis, her breath hot against the other Nikke's skin as she murmured, And when I win, I'm going to take my sweet time claiming my prize. Cinderella nipped at Anis' pulse point, soothing the sting with a flick of her tongue. I'll have you begging for the privilege of polishing my weapon - both on and off the battlefield.
Cinderella pulled back, her eye glinting with a mix of challenge and desire. But first, we dance. The Glass Slippers began to spin around her, faster and faster until they were a blurred shield of mirrored death. The Raptures won't know what hit them. With the power our Queen has granted me, I'll tear through their ranks like tissue paper.
She turned her gaze to Rachel, devotion and bloodlust warring in its crimson depths. My Queen, I am your loyal knight, your avenging angel. Cinderella's voice was low and fervent, a prayer and a promise. Point me at your foes and I will lay waste to them, paint the streets with their blood and oil until none remain to threaten your kingdom.
Cinderella smiled then, a thing of savage beauty, all sharp edges and deadly grace. Let the games begin, ladies. She purred, the approaching sounds of battle a siren song to her enhanced senses. Time to show these mechanical bastards the true might of the Commander's harem!
Commander Rachel: The arrive at the tunnel just in time. "C-commander!" One of the Mass Produced Nikkes, taking cover behind a barricade, looks at her, her eyes shining with hope thought impossible. Rachel smiles warmly at her. "Rest, iDoll Flower. We will ensure nobody gets hurt."
Anis | Your Sparkling Nikke: Anis lept out of the transport before it had even come to a full stop, her grenade launcher already firing into the horde of Raptures swarming the tunnel. The resounding THOOM of the explosions echoed off the walls, the shockwaves rippling through the air.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, dollface," Anis called out to the Mass Produced Nikke, winking roguishly even as she continued to rain destruction down on the enemy. "The Commander's top bitches are here now, so you just sit tight and watch us work."
She dodged a spray of shrapnel, rolling behind a chunk of rubble and popping up to launch another volley. "Hey Cindy!" Anis yelled over the cacophony of battle. "Bet you can't beat a five-fer! Gotta make each shot count, babe!"
Anis punctuated her challenge by firing directly into a cluster of Raptures, the explosion tearing through their ranks and sending mechanical limbs flying. "Boom, baby!" She crowed, punching the air in victory. "Let's see you top that, you glowy bitch!"
But there was no time to rest on her laurels. A fresh wave of Raptures poured into the tunnel, their mechanical shrieks grating on the ears. Anis snarled, a feral sound of rage and defiance.
"You want a piece of the Commander's harem, you rusty fucks? Well, come and get it!" She primed her launcher, the barrel glowing red with barely contained energy. "I'll send you all to the scrap heap, and then the Commander will shower me with so much praise and pussy, I'll be swimming in it for weeks!"
With a manic laugh, Anis charged forward, firing indiscriminately into the horde. "For the glory of the Commander's cock!" She screamed, a battle cry and a lewd promise all in one. "Suck on this, you mechanical shitstains!"
The tunnel filled with the sights and sounds of glorious destruction as Anis unleashed hell, determined to prove herself the most worthy of the Commander's favor - and the most lethal of her loyal harem.
Cinderella: Cinderella burst from the transport in a flurry of glittering death, her Glass Slippers whirling around her in a deadly dance. She dove into the fray with a fierce cry, her enhanced strength and speed turning her into a blur of devastation amidst the horde of Raptures.
"Only five, Anis?" She called out mockingly, her voice somehow carrying over the din of battle. "How pedestrian! Watch closely, and I'll show you how a true master of the craft deals death!"
Cinderella leapt high into the air, the Glass Slippers aligning beneath her feet. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a searing beam of energy ricocheting between the mirrors, each reflection finding a new target in the seething mass of mechanical bodies below. Raptures fell in droves, pierced through their vital components by the searing light.
She landed amidst the carnage, the ground cracking beneath the force of her impact. Cinderella spun, her hair a banner of shimmering white as the Glass Slippers orbited around her, slicing through any Rapture foolish enough to approach.
"That's ten in one move, darling!" Cinderella trilled, her laughter ringing out like silver bells amidst the cacophony of rending metal and dying screeches. "Better pick up the pace, or you'll be spending the night between my thighs, worshipping my victory!"
But the horde was relentless, a tide of metal and malice that threatened to overwhelm even the enhanced Nikkes' defenses. Cinderella snarled, a sound of pure defiance, as she called upon the wellspring of power granted to her by Rachel's favor.
"You dare stand against the chosen of Queen Rachel?" She roared, her eye blazing with crimson light. "I will grind you to dust beneath my heel, and scatter your remains to the winds!"
The Glass Slippers began to glow, brighter and brighter until they were searing stars of pure energy. With a scream of rage and exultation, Cinderella sent them hurtling outwards, each one seeking a new target with unerring precision. They ricocheted off the tunnel walls, off the broken bodies of fallen Raptures, each impact a miniature supernova of destruction.
When the dust settled, the tunnel was nearly clear, only a few battered stragglers remaining. Cinderella stood tall amidst the wreckage, her chest heaving with exertion, a triumphant smile painted across her face.
"Do you see now, the power of our Queen's favor?" She called out to Anis, her voice ringing with zealous fervor. "None can stand before us, for we are her chosen warriors, the instruments of her divine will!"
Cinderella turned her gaze to the cowering Mass Produced Nikkes, her expression softening into one of benevolent protection. "Fear not, little ones," she crooned, "for you are under the Commander's aegis now. We will let no harm befall you."
With a flick of her wrist, Cinderella recalled the Glass Slippers to her, the mirrored shields still thrumming with barely restrained power. "Come, Anis," she purred, a wicked smile playing about her lips, "let us finish this hunt, and then return victorious to bask in the glory of our Queen's favor - and perhaps indulge in a more private celebration of our own, hmmm?"