Prompt: A/B/O
Characters: Anemone/S21
The relationship and mission with the Resistance is going well, especially after saving Lily… Until a certain Omega Scanner's entirely unexpected heat hits and she's determined not to ask for aid.
It was all going too well, after the Resistance took them in they'd all made friends with the others, they had just saved Lily from the clutches of a logic virus, she did, showing those older androids that there were other ways to solve things, other than killing a family member.
So now this just had to happen and ruin everything…
A growl escaped Number 21's lips, as she sat in the confines of a corner of one of the tents the Resistance set up, all alone curled up on herself, hands gripping tightly the fabric of her skirt, shivering and shaking from the intense fever her unresolved heat caused.
She stayed there in the same position, riding out the waves of pain coming from her nether regions, as they craved for attention.
Why did this have to happen now? She hated heats and she was sure hers wasn't due for a long time still…
Forcing herself to move one of the hands, she created a screen in front of her, again it said just what she had calculated, her heat shouldn't have come before at least a month, so why…
What happened that could have triggered it?
"So you're an Omega too?" Lily had asked while she and Gerbera had accompanied her in scouting the perimeter, so she could gather intelligence for her companions, finding out the tiny lover model had been an Omega too.
Given her designation, she didn't know why she expected otherwise.
"Yes, Scanner types and a few Gunner types are Omegas, while Attackers and the remaining Gunner types divide between Alphas and Betas." she had explained.
"But between us four only Number 2 is an Alpha." she omitted the part where the insecure Captain was rather unfit for the role.
"Captain Rose, Dahlia and Anemone are also Alphas, the rest of us besides Lily are all Betas. But should you need help you can count on us too."
"I don't think it'll be necessary." she didn't want to annoy anyone, she after all, she hated this whole mating process…
Shaking her head she refused to ask for aid to the resident Alphas, even though she knew she could, she didn't want to.
She'll wait and deal with this, alone, for these few days,then it would all be back to normal, and no one would have to talk about it…
A loud growl escaped from Dahlia's mouth as she and the rest, minus Rose and Lily, and of course Number 21, sat quietly around the camp.
"Would you do something about this already?" her mouth twisted in a snarl towards Number 2. "Her scent is driving me crazy."
Wasn't the white haired android her Captain and her Alpha? What was she waiting for to help her companion?
"I'm sorry." Number 2 bowed, ears and tail down. "I can't do that unless Number 21 asks for my aid." though her scent was indeed strong and prominent, she refused to disrespect her comrade forcing her to do something she didn't want to.
"I don't understand, are you an Alpha or not?" none of them had any problems in taking care of Lily in centuries, in fact, Rose was doing so just now, as it seemed the two Omegas hit their heat at the same time.
She couldn't see why Number 2, or even the others, couldn't do the same for Number 21.
"I am, but the situation is more complicated than it looks."
"Does it work differently between you YoRHa?" Gerbera asked, wanting to know more about the whole thing, just as she was curious about the fact that unlike them, these new androids had perfectly made fuzzy and mechanical animal ears, and tails poking out from their skirts, instead of just the ears being slightly more pointed like theirs.
The animal appendages somewhat reminded wolves, and they matched the hair color of their unit.
"Somewhat. Usually the Alpha imposes itself on the Omega, but that's the issue here." Number 2 couldn't do such a thing to Number 21.
"You see, Number 21 despises mating." Number 4 interjected. "It's our companion's fault."
"What do you mean?" Daisy tilted her head at them.
"Well… when we did this whole process the first time, like you said, they imposed themselves on her." Number 2 held the hem of her skirt, once again tail and ears held low. "I've seen it, they took and used her like a doll, while she pleaded with them to stop and be gentle… I was there…"
The Commander didn't lift a finger as she watched them do just that, she just claimed it was necessary, and that they were testing out the effects of animalistic hormones and how each unit acted, when it came to mating.
"Number 2 made it a rule to not lay a hand on Number 21 if this would have happened, unless she herself asks for aid." Number 16 told them. Personally, she wasn't very interested in Number 21 in the first place, but when Number 2 told her and Number 4 the truth about why she wished them to keep their hands off her, she'd been disgusted.
She disliked the woman to her very core for her personality, but she was still a comrade damn it! Intentionally hurting her was not something she'd do. Besides after hearing those words Number 16 realized that Number 21 was all but emotionless like she believed.
"So what? We just wait?" Dahlia shrugged, she could see now why the white haired Captain refused to do her duty, but still… It didn't solve the situation.
"It'll be even worse if you deal with this, Dahlia." Anemone's voice came from a corner, as usual.
"What did you say!?"
"Chances are that you're just going to do the same as those other people did, you can be just as aggressive. Last thing we need is to create a conflict because of you." Or to scare the poor woman into oblivion about the whole ordeal more than she already was.
Dahlia bared her teeth at her as Anemone approached. "If you're so good then why don't you convince her?"
But Anemone turned towards Number 2 for approval. "I'll give it a try, I promise I'll be respectful, no harm will come to her, and if she refuses I'll leave."
She took her leave when the young Captain gave her a nod.
"Anemone has a crush." it was the last thing she heard Gerbera say, and Daisy's giggling as she left.
She was just helping a friend out, nothing more nothing less. Just like she would for anyone else.
Anemone was caught off guard from the amount of induced pheromones Number 21 was emanating when she entered, far more than any her nose ever caught the scent of. Now wonder Dahlia felt like going crazy, it was hard to resist the call, but she held still.
The woman was just lying in a corner on one side in her own cot, facing away from the entrance of the tent. She even covered her head with her hood so it was impossible to even see her face at all.
But something told Anemone she was hardly her usual serious and composed self, just by the way she shook, and how she fidgeted with the skirt, and how restlessly her legs rubbed against one another, with her tail between them.
And judging from the small whimpers she occasionally made, she must have been in so much pain.
The poor thing probably didn't even try relieving herself a little on her own.
She'd been this way for several hours already.
"Number 21…" she called her to let her know she was here, yet she stood where she was, not making a move to walk by her side.
"I don't want anything…" it was the reply she got, probably she had already smelled the scent of an approaching Alpha, which made Anemone hesitate.
"We know, we're just worried, that's all." she admitted, and it was true. "Can I sit beside you? I won't touch, I promise."
After a moment of hesitation, the red haired nodded, and true to her word, Anemone did nothing more than sit on the side of her cot.
Before she could say anything more, she watched as the YoRHa android slowly, and painfully turned on herself to look at her, from her face she could see she was a total wreck.
Her cheeks were as red as her hair, lips parted as she panted and heaved from the fever, blue eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"You poor thing…" Anemone couldn't help but whisper, it didn't matter if she heard. Rarely has she seen people suffer so much like this for this problem.
"Are you here to try and persuade me?" the red haired woman asked, much like Number 2 had already tried before, and she refused. Same thing with Number 4, and Number 16 too, they would have been even worse than their Captain.
"I just wanted to check on you." she sighed. "Number 2 told us the story, but here with us, no one will lay a hand on you if you don't want to, okay?"
Number 21 looked at her in confusion, ears twitching slightly, she probably was expecting otherwise, and given the treatment she had been reserved in these situations, Anemone couldn't blame her for it.
"I wanted to avoid Dahlia doing something stupid. Don't get me wrong, she cares, but she's too aggressive, probably not the best solution to let her handle this." Number 21 didn't speak, but her ears perked up, signaling she was listening.
"You and the others are one of ours now, and friends help each other out, so if you were ever to change ideas, you can ask anyone, we'll aid you, gently." she made sure to add the word, because they were here to help, not to impose themselves, that was why she was sitting here, close, but with hands to herself.
Even the Betas could help, they couldn't fight off an Omega's heat as well as an Alpha could, but they could still aid her in keeping the systems releasing hormones in check until the heat ended normally after a few days.
"Captain Rose is with Lily at the moment, but maybe later she can come to you too, if you want."
Right, Lily was in heat too just like her…
"My heat wasn't due for long… I shouldn't be like this…" Number 21 grit her teeth, angry. From the corner of her mouth Anemone could spot a pair of short fangs.
"We assume it may have been coming in contact with someone with the logic virus. It happened before. Wasn't a full infection, but enough to scramble things, including our heat cycles, Omega ones in particular."
Her way of saying that they were already prepared for this, she herself almost expected it to happen with a degree of certainty.
"So you knew?" she nodded at the woman's question.
"I had my suspicions, and so did Rose, that's why she caught Lily's heat early. I think she was expecting Number 2 to deal with yours, but we understand why she won't, and why you won't accept her."
She got up from where she sat, as much as she wanted to be helpful, the smell of Number 21's hormones was getting to her for being so close, as she felt her pants tighten.
And she didn't want to lose her mind and hurt her as her own body reacted to them.
"We can wait for you to finish your heat normally, or you can always come to us, you know where we are." and she was sure they would be willing to aid her with her little problem she caused on herself right now too.
But she needed to get her point across, and also with this smell of hormones from Number 21, the others were a little restless too, so nothing wrong in relieving each other's problems.
If they already weren't doing so in her absence.
"Wait…" Number 21 called her out as she was about to exit the tent. Turning around she saw the woman getting up from the cot, and shakily walking towards her.
Acting on instinct, Anemone rushed to not let her fall as she stumbled, she was so weak…
She wasn't expecting for their faces to end up so close to each other, but it was Number 21 that placed her gloves hands on hers first, pulling her in a kiss.
"Please help me…" Number 21's hands reached for her, holding, clawing at her back.
Feeling the woman's lower regions pressing against hers, Anemone almost lost it right there. It took all her willpower not to just shove her thing in right there.
She could practically feel the wetness seeping through Number 21's underwear. Didn't help that the woman was also taller so it would have been so easy to take her and make her hers in that moment…
But no, she wouldn't, she had to respect Number 21's wishes.
The redhead buried her face in her shoulder. "It hurts so much…" she murmured against it. "And you're so kind…"
She raked a hand through Number 21's hair. "Of course, of course." the other hand went to hold her waist. "Anything you need, anything you want me to do."
She watched as the brownish tail wagged a little at her response.
Anemone took Number 21 back to her cot, holding her up by her legs and waist, trying hard not to let her hands slip anywhere else for the moment, and then laid her back down, giving her a reassuring kiss.
"Guide me." she whispered against the redhead's lips. "I'm at your service."
"Shouldn't it be the opposite?" Number 21 asked, from the slight chuckle she seemed more relaxed at least.
"Not here, not with us, and not for you." a hand went to squeeze the redhead's thigh a little. "Rules don't apply to us."
Anemone forced her hands away from Number 21's lower regions, probably teasing there would only increase her pain, and she didn't want that, so instead she went to take those other white gloved hands, and took the things off, watching as YoRHa hands had short claws.
Coupled with the fangs she saw, the ears and tails, they were definitely more animalistic than the Resistance. But it somewhat made them look cuter. It made her cuter, at least.
"So tell me, wanna be top or bottom?" she kissed one clawed hand.
Number 21's response was to use her free hand to pull her down on her body and even closer. "This is fine."
A submissive one, that wanted to be treated with gentleness. She should have expected it given what she heard, but maybe in this situation she may have wanted to take the lead for once, since she had the opportunity to.
But if she didn't want to do that, it was fine as well.
"All right then. Tell me if I do something wrong and I'll stop." Number 21 trusted her that much, and she owed her all the respect.
For once she wanted this thing not to be a traumatic, nor an uncomfortable experience for her. To hell with YoRHa's ways, she was on Earth now, with the Resistance.
"I'll be okay." but Anemone didn't like that reply, so much that she stopped unzipping the dress halfway through.
"Don't give me that. Number 2 told us what YoRHa did to you, and you deserve more than that, you deserve to be treated with respect and love, you're a good person, you saved Lily for us and we're so grateful to you for it." her hand came to rest on Number 21's cheek, it burned like fire. "You don't need to go through that anymore, so please, be honest with me, and speak up if I'm making you uncomfortable or for anything else."
"I won't get mad, I promise."
In a flash, Anemone was pulled for another sudden kiss. Was this Number 21's way to say thank you? If so she'd keep talking then.
She could feel the woman's hands roaming on her front, feeling, touching Anemone's smaller chest, before slipping a hand under the shirt, her claws tickling at her skin, and the pointy tip of her fangs as she invaded the redhead's mouth with her tongue.
"Our clothes…" Number 21's voice was barely a whisper. "We… they never took off more than necessary…"
But Anemone's hands were already busy with taking off her cape and shirt, before reaching out to undo the laces of the YoRHa dress.
As far as she understood, those androids just took their Omegas however they wanted, without bothering to respect them, or to make the experience somewhat intimate, like toys to be used. Number 2 seemed the single exception among the Alphas, but she was bound from orders and rules.
And no wonder Number 21 hated the whole process, they made her hate it.
She let the redhead unbutton and take off her pants, after she kicked off her shoes. Through her shorts her erection poked through, and she couldn't suppress a groan when the other woman's hands touched it.
The people of the Resistance, Alphas and Betas, had both organs, but it seemed that YoRHas could change what to use depending on the situation, Omegas excluded.
But as long as this helped out Number 21 with her ordeal, who cared?
Soon enough her shorts came off, and her cock sprung free of its confines.
"Sorry, it's not very big." she wasn't as well equipped as others, still a healthy size though, Number 21 didn't seem to care about the statement, as her hand closed around it.
Her touch was delicate yet firm, her claws prickled at the skin but never came close to hurting.
Anemone's green eyes widened as she witnessed the redhead bend down, giving small and gentle licks from the base to the tip. Number 21 shocked her again, when she took her fully in her mouth, slowly lowering herself to take the whole thing, yet careful not to bite down with her fangs.
She held her hands in those fiery hair, but didn't force her down further, she just had them there, stroking her hair and ears, Number 21 leaning into the touch as she scratched an ear.
So she liked her ears to be touched then…
Good to know, but bad if she continued on sucking her off, albeit still gently…
"Number 21…" Anemone forced her voice to work beyond just moans. "Please stop..."
It seemed to work, partially, because even though she'd removed her mouth, her hand was still there, stroking and touching.
"You didn't like it?" the dejected look with those ears held low hurt.
She shook her head. "No I…" gritting her teeth she held her own hand to stop the other woman. "I can't help you if you continue. This isn't for me."
It was for her, and if Anemone came before time… it would be a problem.
She didn't feel like leaving the matter in the hands of another Alpha, not after Number 21 gathered the courage to ask for her help specifically and placed her trust on her.
It seemed that the redhead understood the problem, as she took Anemone's hands, placing them on her back, so she could continue taking off her dress. And she was more than curious to see nude in all her glory.
Once the dress came off, Anemone nuzzled herself in the softness of Number 21's chest, bigger than her own one, but, after what she heard it was safe to assume with the Scanner being an Omega, that her body had been made to be attractive.
When the last garment came off, she took a moment to admire the other woman.
"You're gorgeous." and she was sure that the dark blush on her cheeks this time wasn't only because of the fever, but she was smiling, so it was all good.
Lowering herself, Anemone's nose caught the whiff of her scent, as Number 21's lips glistened with unresolved arousal, and she wanted nothing more than to bury her face right there, and savor the taste of that scent that was making her head spin for hours.
Her tongue barely had the time to give a tentative lick when with a half moan and a half growl, a hand came to push her head away.
Green eyes made contact with blue ones. "Don't tease…"
Right, she'd been so caught from the scent that she almost forgot that Number 21 had been like this for hours, she didn't need any kind of preparation anymore, and making her wait longer would have been plain cruel, and even more painful.
She suffered enough.
"Sorry." Anemone punctuated the apology with a kiss as she settled herself between Number 21's legs.
While still locked in the kiss, she seized the opportunity to slowly enter her, because in a state like this it would hurt, so she made use of the temporary distraction to hopefully make it better for the redhead to bear.
But it didn't look like it worked too well, as the woman curled up around her, legs keeping Anemone locked where she was, and her hands scratched her back, claws leaving red marks, but that was nothing compared to what Number 21 endured, she'll accept the punishment.
She was just considering pulling out, but just as she began doing that Number 21's legs held her even tighter, forcing her back in. A silent plea to stay and move inside of her that she couldn't say with words, as the redhead buried her face in her neck mewling slightly, her fangs nipping at the skin.
"Please…" it was barely a whisper, as Number 21's hands pulled her even closer, thrusting her hips to meet hers.
As much as Anemone wasn't willing to hurt her, her need was evident, and buried deep inside she could hardly resist the call to mate with her. It was what she wanted, and if she didn't then Number 21 would keep being in pain way beyond what she was now.
Answering her plea, Anemone began to move, slowly, gently, her hands reaching up on her head to scratch those fuzzy ears, watching as Number 21 leaned into the touch, again, looking more serene as she did.
If that served to calm her down or distract her, then so be it, besides she was looking so damn adorable, almost like a pup.
YoRHas could be defined as pup androids anyways, with barely a few months of life, and having gone through so much already. Especially the woman writhing under her right now.
She was so good and so patient in taking this Alpha's loving attention as she trusted into her, carefully and relentlessly, her hands never leaving Anemone's back, though she wasn't quite scratching as hard as she was before, eyes closed and mouth open where her little fangs poked out.
She wasn't making pained sounds anymore, hardly any kind of sound actually, besides panting and breathing, but it was better this way.
However…
"I want to hear your voice." one hand came to squeeze one soft breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers. "I need to know if I'm doing good."
The response was for Number 21 to nudge her in with her legs, again. "I…" a moan.
"Yes…" a long and drawn out sound.
That was what she liked to hear.
"Good. I like to hear I'm treating my Omega right." she said, half growling as she increased the pace. Another moan, almost a giggle. "You sure are…"
"Better than… anyone else…"
And after hearing the stories it wasn't hard to imagine she was, though that gave a boost to Anemone's ego, thrusting into her Omega with renewed vigor, feeling herself swell up inside Number 21 as she instead tightened further around her.
The end was drawing near. Soon Number 21 would be hers.
Anemone reached a hand between them, going to rub the redhead's clit with her thumb, as she cried out louder at the motion. But she didn't want to be the only one to savor a climax here, it wouldn't be right.
Number 21 deserved that much, at the very least.
Holding her tightly, fangs biting, claws scratching, ears twitching, legs shaking and tail wagging the redhead came with a long moan that spoke of Anemone's name, as at the same time, driven to the edge from Number 21's tightness, she swelled up and released her seed of Alpha deep inside.
She didn't even know why the whole knotting process was necessary, androids couldn't procreate.
Slumping against the redhead's solf chest, Anemone sighed in pleasure and relief, as she could hear her partner do the same.
"We might be stuck for a bit." at least until she'd go soft again, allowing her to pull out from Number 21's warmth. She almost didn't want to.
"I don't mind." she punctuated the statement by roaming her hands on her back, gasping in surprise as she seemed to notice the marks she left only now.
"Sorry I… it's a thing I do to release frustration…" her ears were down again, something Anemone didn't like seeing, so she raised a hand to scratch them again.
"It's fine, it didn't hurt one bit. It's nothing compared to what you endured, it's all right." but now she was curious, and at the same time a little scared to hear the actual tale, and what she'd been through from her eyes.
Number 2 hadn't gone in much detail, perhaps for the better.
"I understand the others weren't kind to you but, why didn't you let Number 2 handle you? She seems delicate enough to me, compared to the rest."
"It's complicated. She's as scared to touch me as I am to be manhandled." Anemone frowned but it seemed legit, considering how gentle the young Captain seemed to be.
"It was the very first test about mating, and I think I terrified her…"
"Please stop this! You're hurting her!" she had heard the white haired YoRHa scream from somewhere close to her that she couldn't see.
Someone held her down prone, only her legs were raised, her underwear taken off and her backside bare for everyone to see. Someone was holding her arms down, while other hands were on her head, so she couldn't move or try to resist.
The Alpha behind was being way too content to get started, no matter how many times she asked to wait. She'd try to hold her tail down to try in vain to cover herself, but they would grab it and move it away, pull it to hurt her on purpose as she screamed, pleading for at least some kind of gentleness.
It never came.
"Shut up, Number 2, wait your turn!" someone yelled, there was a hit and a grunt of someone that had been shoved away.
Those Alphas had their way with her body, taking turns with it.
"Shut up and take it like the Omega bitch you are, Number 21! It's our duty." she heard Number 22, the other Omega Scanner there was, from the other side of the room.
The difference was that she was enjoying being taken and used, Number 21 wasn't made for that, she hated it. She just wanted to be over with so she could go back to her room and lose herself in what she did best, in math and calculations.
"You're screaming too much!" whenever she'd plead not to hurt her, promptly it came some kind of hit, sometimes her stomach, sometimes her face.
Other times they'd decide to shut her up by shoving their cocks in her mouth, so violently she couldn't breathe…
Number 2's turn came last, and even if she'd been gentle and respectful enough to at least turn her body, and let her lie on her back so she could rest some, she'd been too shaken up to notice the thought, just wanting for everything to finally finish.
She couldn't even look at the only Alpha that had been good with her in the face, as she held her arms to cover her own face, afraid to be hit, and wanting to disappear from sight…
"I screamed and cried so much that time, I was so scared of my own comrades… the Commander ordered to tone down my emotions even further after that trial. And the times after I just sat there and endured it until they would finish." that was where the scratching came from too.
"How cruel…" Anemone murmured against Number 21's skin, feeling like crying in her place.
"Also, I didn't ask Number 2 because I am not willing to disrupt the relationship she has with Number 4." a soft giggle. "Silly girls, they think they're hiding it well."
"I suspected something." Anemone gave a chuckle.
"Why did you trust me?" a shrug. "It seemed like a better decision than sitting through days of pain, contrary to what I initially wanted."
Number 21 whiffed her hair. "Your words, your scent, gave me a sense of safety."
"And I assumed that in the Resistance you all may have had more experience with Omegas than any of us." after all, despite the looks, they were all so much older than YoRHas.
"We did, yes." she admitted. She took care of more than a single Omega through the years, though now only Lily remained, and she always preferred Captain Rose to either her or Dahlia.
Which made her grow more restless than she'd admit.
"I hope my experience was useful." a nod, and a smile. Only now she noticed Number 21's cheeks were no longer so red.
"Very useful. Thank you." the redhead placed a kiss on her lips, wriggling a little when she parted.
"I think we can move now." right, the knot. She'd been so focused on listening to her she hadn't noticed the swelling was gone.
"Right." swiftly she removed herself, with plenty of disappointment, from Number 21, who sighed softly at the motion, then reached out for her dress.
"Better not to make the others worry further." she said, already pulling her intricate dress back on, Anemone followed, retrieving her own clothing and cape, that she decided to put around Number 21's shoulders instead of hers for the time being, she knew the fever may not have gone down entirely yet.
She didn't miss the subtle tail wag from under the skirt.
Upon exiting the tent, Anemone noticed there were way less people around than before. She wasn't all that surprised though, especially regarding the two white haired YoRHas.
Dahlia was missing too, and so was Number 16.
Immediately upon noticing Number 21 at her side, Daisy came over, Gerbera following, and so did Margaret.
"Number 21-san, are you feeling better?" the android had a heart as big as herself, she always worried for everyone.
"Yes, thank you very much."
"Anemone may be a bit cold but she cares a lot." Gerbera called out from behind Daisy, receiving a snarl from Anemone herself.
"Where's Dahlia?" she asked instead, even though she probably was off somewhere taking care of her own issues, being an Alpha she too was affected from the scent of Number 21's heat more than others.
"Well uhm…" the hesitation made her think that her hunch was just right, and she didn't know why her companions were hiding that fact.
A giggle behind her made her turn, Number 21 covered her mouth with her hand, ears up and listening with a slight twitch.
"Wherever she is, I'm sure she's enjoying a certain Gunner's company."