A/N: Ehlonna Bloodstorm wrote "Master's Orders" and that is basically where this was inspired from... So this is an experiment in crack pairings, entirely inspired by a fanfiction I read entitled "Master's Orders" in which Repton goes ga ga for Cyclonis while he's in heat and kind of ends up… raping her. But she says some magic phrase and stops him (because she's awesome like that) before he does too much damage, though. Best line in the whole fic: "I didn't snap you out of that state so you could beg like a legless dog! I want you... to pick up where you left off." So evil! So sexy! So much like Cyclonis!
Besides the fact that Cyclonis would never put herself in a situation where she could get raped in the first place I was surprised at how at times they acted so in character I believed this could happen! But there were moments when I was like, "come on! Cyclonis would never do that!" Case in point: begging Repton for more and calling him Master. I don't care how horny you are, Cyclonis wouldn't abandon her pride just like that. Maybe she gets off on role reversal, but even then she's still very much in control. Which is of course what's going to happen in chapter three (again taking inspiration from another lemon called "My Darling Pet". Muahaha!)
Anyway, enjoy.
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"I have to say, Repton, I'm... pleased."
Repton allowed himself a soft rumble of happiness, thin lips curling upwards as he stole a glance downwards at his prize. Aerrow lay on the floor of Cyclonis's throne room. His arms and legs were bound so tightly that the flesh of his skin curved around the ropes, rubbed and blistered and bleeding. He jerked around every so often, single green eye glaring at everything in the room that wore a Cyclonian emblem. The other eye was swollen to the point of blindness, a grotesque bruise spreading outward from the place of impact.
Cyclonis stood, clapped her hands once, and three Talons sprang from the dark corners of the throne room to cart Aerrow away, down to the dungeons. Repton saw her teeth flash in a barbaric smile before she turned to him with her usual, I-am-only-mildly-amused neutral expression.
"I believe a reward is in order," she mused, one hand rubbing her chin at the understatement.
Repton grinned.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a lizard takes the Dark Ace's place as Cyclonis's favorite.
If only he knew what being her favorite actually entailed...
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"Long story short: Cyclonia is now free to take over the Atmos."
Repton's cronies- Leugey, Spitz, and Hoerk- stared at him in utter awe. He stood in front of his new carrier ship, loaded with every sort of loot imaginable. Cyclonis could be a rampaging bitch when her subordinates failed her, but she was unbelievably generous when someone actually managed to do something right. And, Repton thought as he flexed his hands in their new, comfortable, fingerless gloves, if cutting off the head of the Storm Hawks isn't a feat to be reckoned with, I don't know what is.
"Holy thchit! Thith ith ourth?" Spitz exclaimed when Repton opened up the hangar door to reveal a virtual mountain of treasure, gleaming gold and silver and cold iron weapons. He shoved past Repton and gleefully dove in, wriggling in it as happy as a pig in a mudhole.
Repton watched his younger brother with a small smile, too busy basking in his own glory to be bothered much by the lack of respect. Leugy was soon crouching by his elbow, picking curiously at Repton's new clothes. "What's with the duds, Boss?" he wanted to know, looking up at Repton.
Repton idly plucked at the sleeve of his new uniform before shrugging, hands on his hips. "Oh, this?" he said. "Just comes with the title she gave me. Apparently I'm some sort of ridiculously high-ranking Talon now."
Leugy "oooh'd" and took a few steps back to admire his boss. "It's all... buckle-y... and leather-y... and cool and stuff!" he noted with a joyful clap of his hands. "Can I try it on, Boss? Can I can I can I please?"
"Huh!" Repton snorted, pulling off his shirt and tossing it over. "Go ahead and keep it, for all I care. I don't like it- too consssstricting."
Leugy squealed with joy and ran off to try on the Talon uniform while Repton rummaged around on the side compartments of his Bone Wing for his vest. He didn't like shirts, as a rule. He didn't like anything that wrapped around his neck, or covered his chest. The pants, on the other hand... he looked down, fiddling with the silver buckles of his belts. Wasn't one belt enough? Still, though, Leugy was right. It felt... cool. Grinning, he slipped on his old vest, adjusting the spikes on the shoulders.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
Repton looked upwards to see the Dark Ace hovering not too high above him, engines of his Switchblade eerily silent. The man stood on the wings, legs spread and arms crossed as he looked down on the raptor. Repton sneered up at him, tail swishing in the dust of Bogaton.
"I can wear what I like, dark face," Repton said. "You here to tell me something?"
The Dark Ace leaped lightly from the wings to land in front of Repton in a three-point stance. Getting up and dusting himself off, he spoke casually. "Oh, just to tell you that you ought to be careful." Looking directly at Repton now, he grinned. "Being Cyclonis's favorite can be a good thing, if you're careful. Just let this clothing incident be the last time you go against anything she tells you to do."
"Right." Repton's tongue flickered. "Well if that's all you have to say, get the hell off my Terra. Or are you just feeling sore that I took your place?"
Surprisingly, the Dark Ace didn't get mad. In fact, he smiled, and that fact alone had Repton more nervous than he'd ever been in his life. Amiably clapping Repton on the shoulder, the human man just kept smiling even as he hopped back up onto his Switchblade and flew off into the distance. Repton was left there, sharp mind trying to calculate what repercussions being Cyclonis's favorite might be when Leugy waddled back in the shirt, leather stretched over his unattractive, protruding belly.
"It looked cooler on me," was all Repton had to say, trying to put the Dark Ace out of his mind.
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"So, you told him?"
The Dark Ace parked his Switchblade, at first not answering the violinist who reclined against the hangar wall, eagle eyes searching his frame for some sort of reply. In the end he merely smirked at her.
"More or less," he said. "Though really, there's no way to predict what she'll make him do. What about you?" he asked suddenly getting off his ride and striding over to her. "What did she make you do when you were her favorite?"
Ravess shrugged. "What else?" she asked in return, pulling her violin out and striking a few, melodic notes. When she was done she focused again on the Dark Ace. "She said it helped her relax. And you?"
"We talked, mostly. Sometimes we'd play a game."
"A game?"
"Chess. Cards. Trivial things. It wasn't often, but she did need a break from her work every now and then. Said it helped her..."
Ravess nodded, speaking up just in time to chorus with him. "...Relax."
Then they both paused to think.
"Does Repton play an instrument?" Ravess wanted to know, suddenly finding kinship in her co-worker. She rarely talked to the Dark Ace beyond "good morning" or a curt nod if they passed each other in the hallways.
"I'm pretty sure he doesn't," the Dark Ace said. "But I've heard he's a closet poetry fan."
"Oh, really?" Ravess said, eyes brightening with mirth. "Interesting. Though I doubt hearing him recite poetry would be very relaxing. His voice grates on my nerves, all that hissing and growling."
"Well..." the Dark Ace said, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced away. "The Master does have a... certain fondness for scaly things. At least I think she does. She always said she wanted a pet snake, or a turtle. And when she was little she used to catch geckoes and feed them dead flies."
Ravess couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe she wants Repton to be her pet!" she said, chuckling dryly. The Dark Ace, caught by a sudden mental image of Repton crouched obediently on all fours with a frilly pink bow wrapped around his neck, surprised the violinist by bursting out into a loud, sinister cackle. You know. Of the 'mwah hah ha' variety.
And then they both stopped, shocked by the realization that what they were thinking of was entirely too possible.
"Oh, my," Ravess murmured at last, to no one in particular.
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"...Ripped in a battle, I'm afraid," Repton finished with what he hoped was a sincere expression on his face. Cyclonis nodded, reclining comfortably in her throne. He was kneeling before her on both legs, hands clasped behind his back as he started his report. "But enough about me and my calamatieeessss. Terra Bogaton is overwhelmingly united in the idea of joining Cyclonia for good. Lizards are notoriously selfish, so the fact that so many of them are willing to collaborate says much... uh..." he paused as Cyclonis got up from her seat and walked straight past him. What? Why was she ignoring him? "Says much, uh, about our, em, loyalty to you... Master... Cyclonis?"
He looked over his shoulder to see where she had gone. She was at her workstation, picking up a yellow crystal to inspect it. "Oh, don't mind me, Repton," she said, sounding distant. "Kindly go on with the report. Tell me more about Bogaton."
"Right." He turned forward again, trying not to let his confusion seep into his voice. "Allowing us to join with the Empire has nothing but benefits. Though we're not economically powerful, our fighters are ruthless and loyal to a fault if you can get them to respect you."
Cyclonis said nothing behind him, leaving him to wonder if she was even listening to him at all. He turned around again to look at her. "Master Cyclonis?" he asked.
"Yes?" she said, tossing the yellow crystal from hand to hand as she approached him again. "Is that all Bogaton has to offer? What about raw materials? Agriculture? Crystals?"
"We-" Repton started, but she cut him off.
"Face the throne, Repton."
"What?"
"Turn around again," she clarified.
Reluctantly, he turned his back on her again to speak to the empty throne, feeling ridiculous. "Minerals are not something we lack," he said. "Crystal dust is everywhere. As for agriculture, well... Plants don't do well on Bogaton. We're a very dry Terra."
"Mm-hmm," she said, still behind him. If he had been a human, no doubt he would have been sweating. "And…anatomically?"
"Excuse me?" he asked, half turning around before remembering that she had ordered him to keep his back to her. With an extreme force of will he remained motionless, nothing but his tongue flickering out in annoyance.
"Female lizards don't have breasts, do they?" she wondered out loud, finally walking back around him to sit in her throne again, fiddling with the crystal in her hands. "So do they just walk around shirtless like the males?"
"Yes..." he said, not liking the direction this conversation had taken.
"How boring," she said, resting her chin in her hand.
"Well excuse us for not jiggling!" Repton said, unable to control his temper from lashing out. "Raptors are hard, and scaly. Besides, we don't need breasts. Breasts are for milk, and milk is for mammals." He found himself grinning viciously at his new master. "We feed our young raw meat."
Cyclonis pulled a sheet of paper out of nowhere, examining it carefully. "That might explain your high blood pressure," she noted casually. "Such a shame. You're so young to be so unhealthy."
The raptor turned a pale shade of green. Not noticing or not caring the effect she had on him, Cyclonis shifted in her seat so that her legs were thrown over the arm and she was curled up inside the throne, reading aloud from the medical report in her hands. "Twenty one years old as of this July…" she mused. "Apparently you're pretty prone to ear infections, too. And boy, have you been slashed up. I think half of the bones in your body are replaced by metal ones. Wooo, and these venereal diseases! Syphilis, Repton? Thank goodness that bit of nastiness was wiped out of your body early on or else you'd probably be seriously ill right now."
She glanced up at him over the top of the paper with one eyebrow cocked. Repton couldn't say anything, just gawk at her in horror. "Wait a second, you don't have ears! How could you get ear infections?" she noted, blinking at him in surprise. She tossed the paper aside, walking over to him with a purpose in her stride. Putting her small hands on his jaws, thumbs resting on his cheeks, she yanked his head to the side to peer at him. "Oh…there they are," she said at last, voice toned down again as she ran a long finger over the rim of his ear holes.
Repton had his teeth clenched together so tightly the muscles in his jaw threatened to quit on him. It was only the memory of what kind of power Cyclonis possessed that kept him from beating her ass off of him. "Let…Go…" he ground out. In response, Cyclonis playfully blew a breathe of air into his ear. He jerked away at that, standing up and grabbing her by her arm to keep her away from him. "Leggo!"
He was too far gone in his anger to realize what he was doing. This was a major fault of Repton's, and he knew it, but he was unable to stop himself from doing it. He shook the girl, snarling in her face. "What does my old case of sssssssyphilis have to do with the treaty with Terra Bogaton?" he roared.
In response, Cyclonis quite calmly slapped him across the face before sending him a nasty jolt with the crystal in her hands. He let her go at that, stumbling backwards and landing flat on his tail as he lost control of al his motor functions. Cyclonis tossed the crystal from hand to hand, smirking down at him as he tried to get back up. "While you're down there, allow me to try something."
His tongue lashed out in a lengthy hiss, corded muscles in his arms twitching and jumping as the energy from whatever was in that crystal interfered with the electrical signals his brain was sending out. He lay on his back, eyes darting around him for a weapon even as he swore the moment he was free he'd murder the bitch. Then she was kneeling next to him, helping him sit up straight as she held one of his arms in both of hers, running her spidery hands along it with something close to admiration in her violet eyes. He glared at her, but she didn't seem to notice it at all. Instead she treated him like a new toy, flexing his arm up and down, seeming to record everything with silent approval.
"Bodies are interesting," she said at last, crawling onto his lap now so that she could hold his face again, turning his head from side to side experimentally. When his tongue flicked out again, it actually surprised a laugh from her and her hands flinched backwards from him. He hissed again, irritated, when she got over the initial shock of something so alien and continued her roaming. "I like yours, especially," she said now. "You don't have an ounce of fat on you, Repton. You're all muscle… it's beautiful to watch in motion."
Of all the words Repton could have used to describe himself, beautiful was most likely at the bottom of his list. If he could have controlled his face muscles he would have grimaced, a mixture of amusement and confusion… and of course anger. Lots of anger. Revenge plots kept him busy from thinking about those tiny hands touching him all over (I am not aroused, I am not aroused, I am not aroused, I am not aroused) and thoughts of whether or not she did this to all of her favorites kept him morbidly amused.
"Ah hah hah!" she said after a few more minutes of moving his arms and legs, of running her fingers down some areas Repton considered exceedingly personal. Her hands were on his chest now, pulling off his vest to explore this new terrain. Cyclonis bumped her fist against one of his pecs, grinning up at him. "I guess it's true, then. You guys don't have breasts. See?" Her index finger ran along the smooth scales of his chest; nail trailing around her point of interest. "No nipples. Now that is weird."
Repton growled, so she rapped his snout, the way you reprimand a small dog.
"You do not growl at me," she warned him, waving her finger in his face. Her own face was twisted with rage, violet eyes flashing with the madness that lay just under the surface of her cool façade. She pushed him down again, her long black hair tickling his snout. "Now, listen carefully to me, Repton," Cyclonis told him, lying on top of him with her elbows propped on his chest and her chin resting in her hands. "You're Bogaton." She jabbed the tip of his snout. "And I'm Cyclonia." She gestured to herself in one elegant motion of her spidery hands. "And if Bogaton makes Cyclonia upset, there will be…ugliness."
He was glaring belligerently at the floor, now, and to be sure she heard him she grabbed his headspikes, forcing his head backwards so that his neck was bared and that he was unable to look anywhere but her. She had one hand on the floor now, half lifting herself up. "So let that be the last time you pull a stunt like that."
Repton met her eyes, mouth pressed in a thin, angry line.
Without another word she let him fall limp to the ground, got up, and walked out of the throne room. She left him paralyzed for at least an hour before he managed to get to his feet and stumble out of the room, muscles in his tail still twitching erratically.
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"Shit," Repton said as he downed another shot of whisky. The Dark Ace sat next to him, matching him drink for drink at the bar. "Fuck," Repton said, drowning in the alcohol as soon as his glass was refilled.
The Dark Ace tried his hardest to keep up the image of sobriety, but the way his words stumbled over each other like drunk men themselves and the woozy, unsteady hold he had on his balance spoke for itself. "Man, you- you gonna tell me what she did or you gonna leave me hangin' all night?" he demanded of his new co-worker, whom he had invited for an after-work drink which somehow turned into a shit-facing competition.
"Your boss is a goddamn nutcase, that's what," the raptor stuttered back to him, turning his snout to face the warrior. His breath reeked, even through the space between the two, and the Dark Ace leaned back as far as he could, screwing his face up in disgust. "She examined me. Like a lab fucking rat."
"Examined you?" The Dark Ace let out a bark of laughter. "Whathefuck. That d-doesn't tell me a-ay-thing. I'm askin' you- what did she do? Dress up like a n-nurse and tell you to bend over?" he cackled at the mental imagery, hand groping for the peanuts at the bar and stuffing his face.
"God," he said suddenly, slamming his forehead down on the bar. "I am so… sick of cashews."
"I don't know what else to say." Repton took his head in both scaled claws, shivering. "She's a psycho. A weirdo. Touching me."
"Hmmmnn," The Dark Ace agreed under his breath. "Never did tha with me, though. Yer shhpeh- shpeh- shhpeshul, Repton. Mebbe she's hot for you."
Hot for…? A human girl?
Repton felt himself get a little bit more sober at the thought, not sure whether he was horrified and disgusted or unhealthily intrigued…