Preface: Hello! Awesome of you to click on this story! Especially since it's a fanfic on the relatively unknown Eternal Champions series. If you're here, I'll make a wild guess that you know the game's plot, so I'll just preface this quickly by saying that R.A.X, being my favorite character from the series, would naturally be the one to star in this story. It helps that I see a nice heartwarming dynamic between him and Jetta, my second favorite character. There's such a unique world here that I couldn't help but to dive in and take a crack at writing for, so without further ado, here is what I bring to our little community!
A Timeless Friendship
An Eternal Champions Story
The boulder in R.A.X Coswell's path wouldn't be there for much longer.
It would remain in one piece for several more seconds as he centered himself, planting his feet and tensing his muscles, both organic and synthetic.
His short wait was over. With his eyes never leaving his target, his mechanical fist flew on a calculated path toward the ten-foot tall rock, striking it with 15 tons of force. The boulder shattered on impact, causing R.A.X to note the lack of any pain felt.
My biggest one yet. I must be getting good at this. Which is something, at least.
He was careful not to allow himself too much sardonic cockiness. His organic eye narrowed as he refocused himself. He walked a short way over to the wispy plains of the Battle Room's outdoor area and immediately began practicing kata after kata. He'd just been given the fight of his life by his second opponent thus far, Shadow Yamato. R.A.X was victorious, but as much as he would have liked to believe it was due to a lifetime of Muay Thai training, he had the humility to realize that it didn't exactly hurt to be half-machine.
Who'd ever think I'd say that?
Especially against opponents like these. No one here was your average fighter, and Shadow Yamato was no exception. One of the few times she'd actually spoken to R.A.X during the fight was to boast of her skills, that she'd fought, and even killed her way to the top of the ranks of what was apparently Japan's most dangerous criminal organization. R.A.X believed her. For every attempt at a dodge, her fists was there to meet him. Attempting to guard against her strikes would prompt her to bring her lethally sharp katana to bear, wearing down his defenses. The two of them had been the first of the Champions to drag their fight on for long enough for Eternal to declare the victory by sheer performance rather than a battle of who was rendered unable to continue the fight.
R.A.X steadily felt his anger mount. To him, it was simply unacceptable that Eternal even had to resort to that in the first place. As a fighter, he wasn't normally so opposed to being pushed to his limits, but his current predicament wasn't about learning from his missteps. Any martial artist fighting for their life would have already been at the peak of their ability. If he wasn't capable of knocking everyone on their asses then how could he hope to bring martial arts back from what the people of his time had corrupted them into?
Was that how he was going to go out? As a failure? As some. . .thing that just straddled the line between man and machine?
"R.A.X!"
A female voice called out to him. It was marked with a distinctive Russian accent that R.A.X recognized immediately.
The Cyber-Fighter span around to see Jetta Maxx broadly waving her arms quite a ways from where he stood. She was running toward him, clearing yards at a time in practically seconds. As she approached, R.A.X could see her form flashing a garish red, a telltale sign that she'd activated her Phase speed. Even in spite of her wildly enhanced agility, she came to a neat stop right in front of him.
"Forgive me," Jetta began with a little sigh, gently grabbing his wrists. "I understand that you have wanted to be alone, but it has been hours since your battle. Please, tell me you are alright."
R.A.X smiled. It always was difficult to be angry when Jetta showed concern for him.
"I'm actually a lot better now that you're here." He said in his modulated voice. A side-effect of being what he was.
Jetta began smiling herself, playfully. "Does that mean that you wish for me to stay?"
"Meh. Do what you want," R.A.X made sure to shrug his steel-capped shoulders as carelessly as he could. "You're already here and all. . ."
A chiming laugh bubbled out from Jetta, and she delivered a smack to R.A.X on his solid, yet organic chest. He felt no pain from it, but it made R.A.X's smile suddenly fade nonetheless.
"What is it?" Jetta asked, looking at him strangely before her eyes widened in alarm. "Are you still hurt? I thought Eternal healed your injuries after—"
"It's nothing like that," R.A.X assured, bringing his hand up to rest on her shoulder. "Just. . .who's your next fight?"
"You wish to know my next opponent?" Jetta blinked at him. "Why?"
"Please, just tell me. I need to know."
"R.A.X. . ." Jetta slowly began, eyeing him. "Where is this coming from? You have won your fight against Shadow, yet rather than recharging your systems, you respond by continuing to fight out here. What happened between you two?"
R.A.X rubbed his forehead, shutting his organic eye. He had his goals and planned to stick to them, but he couldn't understand how Jetta was able to make him feel so guilty for it. But if R.A.X were to be honest with himself, and he usually was, he probably should've led with what was on his mind, especially considering how easily Jetta worried over those she cared about.
He stalked over to a nearby rock and sat, prompting Jetta to follow. Rather than look at her as she did him, R.A.X averted his attention to the large Buddha-esque statue several yards away.
"So, just like you saw," R.A.X began slowly. "My fight with Shadow didn't exactly go all that smoothly. Yeah, I still won, but for God's sake, Eternal had to call the fight because neither of us would go down!"
It wasn't often that R.A.X became so outright angry. Several hours ago, Jetta had been there amongst the crowd of Champions, waiting on the edge of her seat only to find out that Shadow was more or less an even match for him. It had been just as much a shock to many of them as it was to Jetta. Even Eternal himself didn't seem to account for the possibility of choosing a winner between two Champions while both were still standing.
"I wasn't even expecting her to be easy, I can fully admit that. But what does it say about me if I can't even win by knockout? Am I losing my bite? Unable to save martial arts after all? What, did I put my body and mental wellness through this hell for nothing?!"
Jetta decided that it was time to break the silence on her end.
". . .I understand."
R.A.X finally looked at her. Jetta smiled, placing a hand over his metal-grafted one.
"You wish to be able to change your future should you win The Contest, so you strive to be in your top condition. I am the same way. But you must not think these thoughts about yourself, R.A.X. They will bring harm to you, and quite honestly, they are foolish. To declare yourself unfit to restore martial arts would be a gross underestimation of your passion and natural skill."
"There you go, complimenting me again." R.A.X chuckled. "So now, I gotta return the favor."
"Oh, stop that!" Jetta laughed, before holding herself unnaturally rigid. She couldn't keep a straight face. "As royalty, I forbid you from complimenting me!"
"Sorry, princess," R.A.X shrugged, grinning. "That's what you get for being too sweet! I'd be a huge cybernetically-enhanced dick not to compliment you."
"Very well then," Jetta giggled, tossing her hair. "What must you tell me?"
R.A.X sobered slightly. "That people like you really are a dime-a-dozen."
Jetta blushed, feeling R.A.X's words touch her heart.
"Please, it is the least I can do. You always give me the best kind of support. And I cannot express how it feels to receive it from someone so passionate about fighting. It gives me. . .hope."
"Oh come on. If you're the one that gets sent back to fix things, I know you'll knock it out of the park," R.A.X said. "But you're gonna have to get past everyone here before you can do anything. Never forget that. Who are you fighting next?"
Jetta gave R.A.X a stern look, crossing her arms.
"I am not telling you."
"Come on! It's not about me this time, I promise!" R.A.X said. "I'm not saying that you won't kick his or her ass—whoever they are—I just wanna know who it is so I can help prepare for it. When you're ready, that is."
"I appreciate your concern, R.A.X, I truly do," Jetta said, looking at him squarely. "But that is not something I believe you should know at this moment. All you are required to know is that I am a trained combatant capable of holding my own."
R.A.X nodded stiffly after what felt like too long of a pause. As much as he'd wanted to help Jetta, he knew that there was no changing her mind once it was made up. People that were actually tolerant of his kind were hard enough to come by.
"I get it. I'll back off about it." He scratched the back of his head, somewhat embarrassed.
"Fighting should not be on your mind in any case," Beaming brightly, Jetta gave a wide gesture past him. "The two of us should spend this time together. Especially when Eternal has created beautiful sunsets for us to behold."
R.A.X couldn't argue that. For a sub-dimension of Eternity Complex, the Battle Room's nature was stunning. R.A.X wasn't so sure it could be called 'nature' since it was man-made, but then again, the Eternal Champion was anything but man. Either way, he'd succeeded in giving them some serious eye candy. R.A.X liked to think he had a bit of an excuse to be awestruck at something apparently so simple. He'd come from a time where technology had nearly completely dominated all of existence. Even things like colorful sunsets, or actual grass were rarely ever seen thanks to the excessive electromagnetic munitions.
"Come!" Jetta urged, giggling at his immersion. She pointed at a tall rock. "We can get a better view from up there. Do you have enough power to fly?"
"More than enough." R.A.X nodded. "I'm at 67%."
Jetta balked. "You have that much energy to spare? Without even rechargirging your systems?"
R.A.X smiled, crossing his arms.
"I knew who I'd be going up against today, so I've had myself hooked for a little longer than usual."
A wild grin split Jetta's face. "Then what are we waiting for?!"
Jetta touched her forefingers to her temples, activating her Phase speed. In a flashing haze of red, she ran up to a cluster of rocks leading up to the tallest one. Jetta somersaulted from the smallest like a springboard, twirling in midair, skipping several rocks in the stair-like formation before landing on her toes. Without missing a beat, she bent her knees and pushed off again, flying several meters past the top rock in a series of frontward tumbles. It was the last R.A.X saw of her before she disappeared past the edge.
The Cyber-FIghter smiled to himself. "Showoff."
R.A.X hit his thrusters and flew to the summit of the large rock to see Jetta give a dramatic bow to her one-man audience. He gave her a dainty little golf clap. Apparently it was a sport that humans used to play.
Jetta burst out into a fit of giggles, gesturing grandly. "Thank you! Thank you! I try my best!"
With her final gesture leading into a little full-body spin, Jetta sat down. She wasted no time scooting over to the edge and letting her feet daintily dangle over the edge. R.A.X found the sight to be charming in its own little way, and joined her. The rock's surprisingly smooth surface made R.A.X realize how he'd never taken the time to actually sit on them. To his credit, he was usually busy breaking them apart whenever he had time to sharpen his skills.
R.A.X ran his hand across the tall rock. How much more training would it take before he could grind this one to dust in a single blow? R.A.X wasn't sure, but he felt his face begin to screw up in a frown as he considered it. But why should he even try to wrap his head around such a question at them moment, considering didn't even have a rough measurement of this thing?
Now these damn cybernetics are affecting my common sense? R.A.X thought sarcastically.
Not as sarcastically, he shook himself out of his thoughts, even feeling a tinge of regret. He wasn't sitting on this rock to figure out how to break it, he was sitting on it to enjoy Jetta's company, and with any luck, actually relax like she suggested.
He looked at her as she swung her legs back and forth over the edge. She had a carefree smile practically etched onto her face as she stared out ahead. If you asked R.A.X, that in and of itself was pretty impressive for someone still technically dead. Granted, all of the larger-than-life personalities of his competitors were seemingly intact, and that likely had to do with the fact that they still saw hope for their own victories and their own chances of saving the world. But Jetta stood out to him the most. She'd likely had a bit of a natural spark since birth, being someone who ran away to join the circus. Maybe R.A.X was jaded, but he'd always had difficulty believing that there were people in power that would willingly give it up at the drop of a hat. And yet here Jetta sat, right beside him in all of her ribbon-clad perkiness.
In a way, he envied her. As much of a burning passion he had for reforming martial arts, there was never a moment where R.A.X wished that there was no need for someone like him. The world was far from perfect, and he knew firsthand that Jetta had her own hurdles to clear, but if he could have had things his way, he'd be smiling just like her as he sparred with some fellow humans. They would all specialize in a different style of fighting, and R.A.X would have each and every one of them to thank for helping to shape him into a fierce warrior.
R.A.X didn't speak to many of the other Champions. The only standout example was Blade, and that mostly stemmed from the two of them being brought into The Contest from periods in time that were apparently nigh-indistinguishable from one another according to Eternal. But that was it, and R.A.X had gotten a fairly lousy first impression of Blade. He'd commented about how R.A.X's cybernetic arsenal would have been a godsend in his line of work, or even in his society. R.A.X was quick to inform him that the society that he knew wasn't fond of cyborgs to say the least, prompting Blade to snidely remark that R.A.X was surprisingly soft for a machine. R.A.X felt no need to have further discussion with the bounty hunter after their first interaction, and secretly hoped that Blade would last long enough in The Contest just so he could eat his words in the most damning way imaginable.
Then came the night he and Jetta first met. Or first connected, rather. All of the Champions had been formally acquainted with one another during the first Contest, but he'd formed an instant bond with Jetta one night when he'd run into her on his way out to the Battle Room's outdoor area. She'd been just leaving the facility itself, but seemed to underestimate her own urge to socialize. Before R.A.X knew it, he'd been roped into a casual conversation surrounding The Contest, then himself, and then her. R.A.X found himself completely fine with talking to her. While it was initially because she came across as extremely easy to talk to, R.A.X quickly grew to deeply respect her for her tolerance of his goals as soon as she revealed hers. Here was a young woman who hoped to change the world through the power of peace, and then there was him; a warrior who trained his fists, knees, elbows and feet, day in and day out in order to better cause others pain. Granted, it was entirely for sport, but R.A.X's aspirations involved combat nonetheless. Yet not only did Jetta have no difficulty respecting him as an individual, she even wound up gleefully befriending him.
It refreshed R.A.X to have his dreams listened to by someone, even if they didn't agree. Contrary to what certain others in The Contest would assume, the year 2345 wasn't very open minded to say the least. Amidst the belief that only human and machine were deserving of basic decency, there was an equally strong belief that martial arts were to be a contest of nothing more than brute strength and savagery. A simple matter of which contender was equipped with the superior cybernetics. R.A.X dared to think otherwise, and the people of his society wanted nothing more than to punish him for it. When he would dare defend them to passers by on the street, he wound up in small tussles. When R.A.X brought the subject to his manager, he was rebuffed, and told that he should and would be Cyber-Fighting strictly for the entertainment of man, not to state any ideas on where martial arts belonged. It seemed as though ever since the surgery, others sought not to challenge his beliefs, but to control them.
But not Jetta Maxx.
No, Jetta had been the only person to ever consider how he viewed the world. Jetta was endeared to his devotion to preserving human culture, and R.A.X remembered how incensed she'd been upon first hearing the struggles he faced as a cyborg. How the people of his time saw him as an object, that was viewed as nothing more than a source of entertainment. Very few people could claim to be just as accepting towards individuals like R.A.X, and Jetta was from a time that nearly lagged an entire millennium behind them. Getting Jetta's reaction to his experiences made R.A.X feel as though perhaps there were more humans tolerant to his kind than he thought. It actually succeeded in making him a little less bitter about the world.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" Jetta beamed, staring off into the horizon.
"It is." R.A.X smiled with a cross of his arms. "Blows anything from my time out of the water."
Jetta discreetly scooched closer to R.A.X. "Is there anything else?"
R.A.X let out a confused, reverberating hum, now facing Jetta.
"You say that you enjoy this view of what the Eternal Champion considers nature. But what more is there? Surely there must be something else that you find to be a treat for the eyes? One of your human competitors, perhaps?"
Noticing the suggestive way Jetta had wiggled her eyebrows at him, R.A.X's body went rigid. He had sexual desires, sure, but he liked to think that they'd mostly stayed under wraps, what with his focus staying fixated on bettering his fighting technique. The Cyber-Fighter was highly interested in knowing exactly how Jetta caught onto his infatuation, but for now, that would remain a mystery. At this moment, it was important that R.A.X simply gave the answer she wanted to avoid further embarrassment.
"Shadow."
Jetta's eyes widened at his clipped response, before she let out a string of giggles. Even as she attempted to cover her mouth with a hand,
"I do not blame you," Jetta's blue eyes flashed playfully. "She may possess skill, but her beauty is a sight to behold. Perhaps that is why your fight went on for as long as it did."
If you asked R.A.X, Jetta was entirely correct in her assessment that Shadow's deadliness wasn't the only thing about her that one could appreciate. The assassin had been blessed with long legs that traveled up to form a nice, round butt. She looked even better up top, with her. . .assets being large, round, and prone to bouncing around, especially with the amount of cleavage her attire showed off. Her waist-length mane would toss as she flipped, spun, and leapt. . .only to fall back down to frame her provocative, teasing smile.
R.A.X hadn't responded to Jetta's wit. Not verbally, in any case. His body, however was more than willing to betray him. Inconspicuously as possible, he peered down at his trunks, feeling his cock growing to its full length and size underneath.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been inconspicuous enough, as Jetta, having watched him closely, had tracked his gaze. Jetta began laughing loudly, covering her mouth with one hand and pointing at his crotch with the other, hysterically kicking her feet.
R.A.X's face immediately felt hot. Now Jetta had seen a good view of what he'd been hoping to hide. And it wasn't getting any less glaringly obvious. His cock had grown to form a sizable tent in his trunks. To R.A.X's frustration, it wouldn't go down despite his wishes.
"It seems you are very attracted to Shadow!" Jetta giggled. "But that is not who I am referring to."
There was confusion on R.A.X's face. How Jetta managed to guess that he'd lied? Or at least danced around the full truth, or however she chose to see it. Either way, this wasn't good.
"I. . .w-uhh. . ."
Great, now his words were failing him? How much worse could this get? Jetta began giggling, brushing aside her thick blonde locks.
"R.A.X, I know how you look at me. You look at my legs as I stretch, my breasts when you think I am not aware, and you withdraw whenever I mention the subject of affection. You are aroused by me."
There was no sound from R.A.X whatsoever. It was out in the open now, and it hadn't even come from him.
"And yet," R.A.X slowly began, quirking his brow. "You don't seem mad. Not even offended."
Jetta gave an adorably oblivious look. "Why would I be offended by your body's natural behavior?"
"I meant the whole deal with me," R.A.X said, shaking his head. "I'm supposed to be a friend, Jetta, and here I am struggling not to undress you with my eyes."
"Oh, R.A.X," Jetta smiled, shaking her head. "I could not have asked for a better friend. You have shown yourself someone that listens, who cares, and feels. When I notice you looking at me, it tells me that you see beauty in me. I cannot express to you how wonderful that makes me feel."
As if his chest had just been relieved of the pressure of a ginormous weight, R.A.X smiled. This honesty between them made him feel a thousand times better in no time flat.
"Without a doubt, you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out."
Before R.A.X knew it, Jetta's arms were coiled tightly around him with a natural speed that would have surely sent them both sailing off the edge of the large flat rock had it not been for his heightened equilibrium. He reciprocated her embrace, thankful that their beautiful friendship hadn't come crashing down as he feared.
"Oh my. . ." Jetta covered her giggles. "You are still rather. . .excited."
R.A.X chuckled, shamelessly looking down. He was still hard as a rock, making quite the indent in his trunks. Being so casually reminded of it aroused him. R.A.X was just glad that he didn't have to feel bad about it now.
"Not much a guy can do about it when he's had boobs shoved up against him."
"Then perhaps now it is best to offer an apology," The acrobat smiled, nodding at the bulge in his shorts. "I doubt that it is very comfortable."
R.A.X waved away her concerns. "You'd be surprised with my damage resistance, and all that. The guys in my time have no honor whatsoever, so I take hits down there pretty often. I guess if one good thing comes from being a walking hunk of metal, it's that."
Jetta looked at R.A.X strangely, before her large eyes widened slightly in a way that confused him.
"So, your genitals then," Jetta asked slowly, narrowing her eyes in comprehension. "They are not. . .enhancements?"
Somewhat awkwardly, R.A.X quirked his lip at Jetta's question.
"No. . .what I've got down here, it's real. 'Cause trust me, things may be advanced in my time, but body parts still need blood circulation to react in the way you've been seeing."
Jetta's eyes shot all the way back open in shock. She slapped a hand over her mouth and appeared to have been frozen stiff. All except for her toes, which R.A.X noticed were now curled tightly.
Now there's a fun fact about the star of the circus world. Size apparently matters.
"That's the first time I've gotten a reaction like that," R.A.X laughed. "Are you just messing with me? Or can I expect to get these types of compliments from the few women of my time who don't want me stripped for parts?"
Jetta blushed beet red against her big, guilty smile, and R.A.X just couldn't get enough of seeing it. Perhaps she was now feeling slightly embarrassed at someone catching onto her sexual preferences, just as he had been.
"I suppose there is no hiding it any longer. R.A.X, I find you deeply attractive."
The Cyber-Fighter gave an easy smirk."Oh, come on. You're definitely messing with me with that one."
"It is true!" Jetta insisted. "You may be machine, but you are also man. You have a fantastic body, and a handsome face. Since the night we met, I have pleasured myself to the thought of you while alone in my chambers."
R.A.X's cock leapt against his fighting trunks, as if attempting to burst free from them. Did he hear correctly? Was Jetta really hiding. . .this? A deep desire to have sex with him? A cyborg? R.A.X almost couldn't believe it. To think that she'd been bringing herself to orgasm behind closed doors, wishing that she could have him there in the flesh. Even as a pleasant surprise, it was alot to take in. Had Jetta not been the sugary sweet and sincere person he knew her to be, R.A.X would have dismissed her confession as a cruel joke.
"Shit," R.A.X whispered, narrowing his eyes. "You're serious, aren't you?"
Jetta smiled. "Yes. I am serious."
R.A.X looked at her, his expression unchanging. Much like Jetta's.
"Well, it isn't like we can do anything about it," R.A.X bitterly frowned. "We both may be attracted to each other, but banging it out isn't something that friends do."
Jetta nodded slowly, tenting her fingers in front of her.
"There's something else on your mind, isn't there?" R.A.X crossed his arms in front of him.
Again, Jetta gave a slow nod of the head.
"That figures," R.A.X frowned. "You actually seem nervous, which isn't like you at all. Don't tell me you're getting feelings for me."
"Feelings?" The acrobat's eyes widened. "Oh, R.A.X, of course not!"
R.A.X visibly became less tense. "Oh. Well. . .good."
Jetta anxiously itched her ankle with one of her feet. "I wanted to ask you. . .if a purely physical relationship between the two of us would be in your interest, given our strong mutual lust."
When R.A.X was silent, busy contemplating what was just said and who had just said it, Jetta gasped suddenly. If she had been jittery just before, she was outright terrified now.
"Y-you do not have to accept my offer! I merely like to take enjoyment in certain things when they do not come at my risk."
Jetta placed both hands over her heart, gesturing to herself. "But this would not merely concern me. It would involve you as well, which is why I will only become intimate with you with your approval."
R.A.X figured that this had been enough thinking. Garnering enjoyment from life was definitely Jetta's cup of tea. She definitely savored the sentimental delights, and while she would readily indulge in a physical pleasure, such a prospect in her eyes usually consisted of doing a death-defying stunt in front of a roaring crowd. The Cyber-Fighter saw Jetta as an indispensable friend, even though there was the very real possibility of being required to fight her. R.A.X knew that there would be immense respect for her if he lost, and wholesome, lifelong memories of her if he won. But was she really asking this of him?
"You. . .wanna be fuck buddies with me?"
Jetta looked at R.A.X as though he'd grown a second head. For a minute, he thought he'd used too colloquial a term for her 1899 vocabulary. But as he saw her lips began to quiver uncontrollably, he curiously arched an eyebrow. The minute facial gesture seemed to be what was needed to break her, enticing her to throw her head back with laughter. This was no chuckling fit, no giggling, or the like. Jetta was howling with laughter, slapping the tall rock's flat surface as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
Wait, what? R.A.X asked himself, somewhat taken aback. That's basically what she wants with me, right?
"Ohh, R.A.X! You. . ." Jetta grinned, wiping her eyes. "Please pardon my reaction, but your time certainly has its colorful euphemisms for casual intercourse!"
R.A.X looked at her. "So you did understand what I said."
"Hm? Of course! I suppose you could say I was simply. . .unprepared for your terminology." Jetta smiled prettily. "But as you phrase it, it is my wish to be. . .fuck buddies with you."
A little giggle escaped Jetta's lips once she finished. It sounded odd to her, which R.A.X understood. Hell, hearing his postmodern lingo on Jetta's tongue sounded odd to him. Even still, he could clearly tell that she felt it to be a good idea for them to nudge their friendship into a more intimate territory. Not just for herself, but for him as well.
"Aren't no-strings-attached relationships a bit ahead of your time?"
Jetta's smile turned impish. "They are very. But as you know, I am extremely open to pushing societal barriers."
It was R.A.X's turn to smile. He had no argument there.
"I guess it's settled," R.A.X's eyes roamed over Jetta. "But aren't we required to get undressed first?"
Around a grin, Jetta bit her lip gently, showing flashes of her straight, white teeth.
"Ideally, yes. Would you like me to go first?"
R.A.X gave no response at first, but after catching the way Jetta hungrily eyed his bulge seriously considering to be the one to strip down first. It wasn't as if he wore very much to begin with. But neither did she, and Jetta had offered. . .
"I wouldn't mind." R.A.X grinned. "I've wanted to know what you look like without all those strips of fabric."
Giggling, Jetta rose to her feet. She deftly unraveled the ribbons wrapped around her body, sending them floating down onto the rock with gentle flicks of her wrist. R.A.X watched each one drift down until Jetta's arms and legs were bare. The acrobat pulled down the bottoms of her costume, sliding them down her legs. Jetta had revealed before that she went without underwear, and the tight fit of the garment certainly made it visible. But now, R.A.X no longer had to imagine what she looked like bare.
With a final two-handed gesture, Jetta tossed the midriff of her costume off, her large breasts finally bouncing free of the top. The piece of clothing went sailing off the edge of the rock, but Jetta wasn't concerned. And neither was R.A.X. She looked incredible.
"Well?" Jetta smiled, dramatically gesturing to her naked form. "Do you like what you see?"
R.A.X's grin sharpened. "Why don't I let this speak for itself?"
In one swift motion, The Cyber-Fighter yanked his trunks down past his waistline, allowing his long, thick cock had bob slightly right before Jetta's eyes. She'd let out a little surprised gasp, causing R.A.X to smile.
"H-how large. . .?" Jetta trailed off, daintily covering her mouth with a hand.
"Nine inches," R.A.X began letting out chortles of laughter. "That big enough for you?"
Jetta ignored his quip entirely, staring red-faced at his throbbing member.
"Forgive me. . .I simply need to have a closer look. May I please?"
"Knock yourself out," R.A.X smiled. "And take as long as you need."
Jetta absently nodded, stepping up to him and dropping into a crouch. She stared at his long, thick pole. She silently mouthed words to herself, words that R.A.X couldn't make out. Not that it was of any concern to him. After all, judging from her previous reaction to what he'd been packing, R.A.X surmised that her comments couldn't have been too negative.
Man, size must mean more to her than I thought, R.A.X thought. She'll enjoy this, then.
With the time Jetta had been taking with eyeing his shaft, R.A.X wondered if she'd planned on sucking it, right here, right now.
Maybe, maybe not, R.A.X thought firmly. We start whenever she's ready.
R.A.X could only hope that time would be soon. Jetta's enchanting red lips were so incredibly close to his cock. The thought of those lips wrapped around it sent it into a throbbing frenzy.
Giggling, Jetta stood up. "Have I brought one of your sexual fantasies to life?"
"I think you're a little late," R.A.X smirked. "This whole evening's brought more of them to life than I can count."
"A perfect reason not to stop," Jetta cooed, a sly smile curling her lip. "I want to see how many more I can manage. And this time, the pleasure will come from me, instead of your hand."
"Not that I'd remember what that feels like." R.A.X responded.
Jetta looked at him askew. "I-I do not. . ."
"Ever since I got into the Cyber-Fighting circuit, I haven't really been doing anything about my. . .excitement."
Jetta paused, looking genuinely concerned for him.
"So. . .all six years. . .?"
"Yep. All of 'em. Figured it was the best course of action for a warrior."
"But not for a sexually starved man." Jetta replied, lightly knitting her brow.
R.A.X gave a quiet shrug. "Guess not."
"I must repeat, your cybernetics make you no less human," Jetta placed her hands on his shoulders, smiling. "You deserve to tend to your sexual needs as much as your physical ones. You would be doing a greater service to your body's health than you may think."
R.A.X smirked, crossing his arms. "Care to show me just what you mean?"
"Absolutely." Jetta rejoined, mischief dancing through her eyes.
"Alrighty then," R.A.X smirked with a casual shrug, crossing his arms."Where are we doing this?"
Jetta pointed off the ledge, down below. "There. I imagine anything is more enjoyable than having intercourse on this hard rock."
"No arguments there," R.A.X said, offering a hand. "Want a lift?"
"Why thank you, R.A.X." Jetta smiled.
Rather than take R.A.X's hand, the acrobat turned away from him, taking a few steps forward before beginning to do squats. She took deep bends, her arms outstretched. Granted, the view of Jetta's nicely rounded butt and shapely calves wasn't something R.A.X would ever complain about, but her choice of action was still bizarre nonetheless. It was as if she'd forgotten she was currently naked, and instead opted on preparing for one of her circus events.
"Um. . .what are you doing?"
Jetta paused in a crouching position, turning to him with a mischievous grin.
"I am hoping you can catch."
In a flash, Jetta leapt high into the air. She performed flips and spins as she ascended, far too many for R.A.X to keep track of, before gently unfurling her body at the summit of her jump. R.A.X watched this for a moment, before the sense of realization struck him. Immediately, he throttled his air jets, taking off after the still-airborne acrobat.
Cheeky little—
"Oof!" Jetta yelped, before letting out a series of her brightly-pitched giggles.
R.A.X smirked, carrying Jetta as one would have held a blushing bride. "Does everything have to be so grandiose with you?"
"I am only having fun," Jetta grinned, kicking her legs merrily. "Perhaps you should try it sometime."
"I think I'll be starting on that sooner than later." R.A.X replied with a smirk, gliding them to ground level.
They touched down gently, with R.A.X cutting his thruster jets just before landing to prevent the Battle Room's luxuriant grass from catching fire. He wasn't sure if it even could, but he wasn't going to take any gambles. Neither he nor Jetta possessed any skill capable of snuffing out flames, and he greatly preferred the idea of being shown a good time to scrambling about in an attempt to save the facility from an inferno.
R.A.X started the short walk towards a small rock. It looked impossibly smooth, not unlike the one he had just been sitting on, only much, much smaller. A rock for leaning one's weight against for sure. And for the outdoors, the perfect location to be while Jetta pleasured him, just as she strongly desired.
A creature of habit despite being mechanical, R.A.X sat down, gently sidling up to the rock's surface. He winced, hearing it quietly scape up against his back thrusters. As conflicted as R.A.X was with being half-machine, his cybernetics were state-of-the art. He'd conditioned himself to always take proper care of himself when not training, or in a fight. But he figured that it was a bit ridiculous here, in a spiritual realm all but ruled by someone benevolent and omnipotent like the Eternal Champion.
Heck, after his fight, Eternal had been so kind to heal his injuries and repair his cybernetics on the spot, and even given his personal chambers the same kind of intricately designed maintenance station that he used in his time to fix the damages to his systems. R.A.X may have primarily relied on skill, but he was grateful to say the least. The last thing he'd needed to deal with were faulty mechanisms in the midst of a fight.
Don't sweat it. . . R.A.X tried to reassure himself. That was just a little scrape. Probably. We'll get it looked at later.
The Cyber-Fighter watched Jetta stare at him as he sat. Unable to contain her giddiness, the acrobat ironically mimicked the regal posturing of her cousin Nicholas, the Tsar of Russia, by placing her hands behind her back. Though R.A.X supposed Jetta did come across as her own quite perkier self, noticing that she also began rocking back and forth on her heels with excitement.
"So. . ." Jetta leaned forward, lightly biting her lip. "Did you like what you saw before you chased me into the air?"
For the second time that night, R.A.X eyed Jetta with more cluelessness than he would have personally liked. All while Jetta displayed the patience of a saint, if you asked him.
"You were actually trying to rile me up further by showing me your ass?"
Jetta nodded, the slight rigorousness of the motion swishing her blonde hair.
"Well shit," R.A.X frowned, shaking his head. "Here I am thinking you were just trying to confuse me by pretending to stretch."
"Admittedly, I hoped to accomplish both." Jetta grinned cheekily, daintily covering her mouth with a hand.
"Well, I'd say you did a decent job," R.A.X said, peering down at his erect organ. "Because I'm definitely riled up. As established."
The acrobat smirked, coyly rubbing her arm. "It is almost as if you believe my body to compare to that of Shadow's."
"Oh believe me, Jetta, it does," R.A.X grinned. "And honestly, if I'd known you'd be this comfortable with me having the hots for you, let alone comfortable enough with ever having sex with me, you would have known that much sooner."
Jetta laughed, girlishly squealing as her face took on a bright reddish hue. "You embarrass me! How am I to ever deny you intercourse now?"
"Way to make a guy feel guilty with those word choices." R.A.X arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk.
Smiling, the Russian acrobat stepped forward, sinking into a kneeling position between R.A.X's legs. "Do not feel guilty. Feel this."
R.A.X watched Jetta reach for his cock, only for it to involuntarily twitch out of her grasp. But judging by her sharp grin, this "playing hard to get" would do little to dissuade her from her intention.
The cyborg gasped, feeling his cock throb powerfully in Jetta's hand. He was shocked at how excited he was in virtually no time. She hadn't even begun to do anything yet.
Jetta began to stroke him. She moved slowly on the first one, perhaps to savor the drawn-out hissing noises eliciting from him. Then without warning, her hand sped up, suddenly handling his cock with swift, non-powered speed.
"Do you like this?" Jetta's voice was low. Her eyes flashed with excitement. "Am I making you feel good?"
R.A.X groaned, his head lolling back from the pleasure ebbing through his cock. "V-very."
This was only a handjob. And yet, he'd already wished he could just cum already.
R.A.X's large balls swung gently with Jetta's frantic stroking. He couldn't help himself from thrusting his hips, trying to get even more of Jetta's grasp.
Again, Jetta acted with no warning, this time stopping her actions entirely. She released him and touched her hand flat to his throbbing member, a nonverbal request to be patient.
"No. I do not want you doing that. I have something better, you see."
The giddy little lilt in her tone gave way to her dropping her head down, her lips enveloping his cock in one smooth motion. She'd shockingly managed to take him all the way down to his base all in a single smooth movement, sending a jolt of pleasure right through his member at the sight of what she'd done. And that wasn't even scratching the surface concerning how good it felt.
"Nrgh!" R.A.X grunted, his balls twitching. "I was hoping you'd do that."
There was a smile in Jetta's eyes at R.A.X's remark. With her mouth completely full of him, she giggled, the small vibrations of her voice causing him to fight the urge to thrust into her mouth.
Careful, there Stallion, R.A.X mentally chided himself. She doesn't have it in her to take pain like you can.
Jetta brought her hands up to grab her breasts. R.A.X's eyes widened slightly as she brought them around his shaft. The strangled cry of pleasure he'd made caused another muffled giggle from Jetta as she began massaging her tits up and down the length of R.A.X's cock.
The Cyber-Fighter was stunned at her performance. When her breasts weren't smothering some part of his cock, her mouth was.
"Shit!"
R.A.X swore at the intense pleasure as his cock pulsed. Jetta looked up at him and wiggled her eyebrows.
Just look at you. Still a complete goof even during sex.
R.A.X had begun to feel it coming. The impending sensation of an orgasm about to rip through him. He wrapped fistfulls of the grass in his iron grip, tightening his entire body for the release.
"Shit! I'm gonna cum, Jetta!"
R.A.X's strained hiss of a warning had caused Jetta's eyes to widen slightly. He'd been eagle-eyed enough to catch it, but what the hell did that mean? Was it excitement? Just arousal? Or was she planning something else? R.A.X had no idea, and at the moment, was in too much pleasure to care.
"Fuck!" He swore.
His long hiatus of detachment from the world of sex causing his limbs to involuntarily twitch as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release.
He felt the little spasms go onto rock his entire body. R.A.X squinted, his body falling slack against the rock. He gave a loud grunt, shooting thick jets of cum shot into Jetta's mouth. Almost like nothing, she'd continued to suck him throughout. And thankfully so.
R.A.X remained sprawled out on the curved rock, trying to process what he'd just felt. On top of the world, is what he'd felt—but also a strange sense of awe. He'd had so little control over his body during those last moments, he couldn't even clench his muscles in preparation for it. His body just. . .surrendering to a sensation wasn't something he was used to.
Jetta released his cock, happily swallowing. Giggling, she gently bit her lip as she watched him catch his bearings.
"Well, shit," R.A.X said after a moment. "Now I remember what that feels like."
"You have not even begun to remember," Jetta insisted, grabbing his shoulders. "Penetrate me, R.A.X. Do you not want any more of this wonderful feeling?"
R.A.X stopped himself from answering right away.
Jetta had given him a taste of something wonderful, so much so that he was practically waiting for his heart to stop. Of course he wanted more! But he'd gotten an idea, an incentive to get creative with it. He just hoped Jetta would be on board with it, and that she wouldn't poke too much fun at him for giving an odd delay. Given Jetta's fearlessness and penchant for thrills, R.A.X knew he could at least rely on one of those things.
"R.A.X?" Jetta asked, eyeing him with concern. "Are you well? Do you not wish to continue?"
"Yeah, just fine," R.A.X quickly assured, standing up. "I'm absolutely up for more."
"Excellent," Jetta hummed, her hand mischievously fondling his large, throbbing balls. "Shall we begin, then?"
"Sure. But how 'bout we take it up there?"
Jetta looked in the direction of his pointed finger, squinting in confusion.
"I am afraid I do not follow. . ." She frowned.
"We have sex in midair," R.A.X clarified. "I've got all this junk attached to me now, may as well use it to the fullest, right? Or is that a little too beyond what you had in mind?"
Jetta pulled a quick frontflip, surprising R.A.X. She'd landed right into his arms, bridal style.
"It is better than what I had in mind!" Jetta squealed. "So adventurous."
R.A.X smiled with a firm nod. His cock was fully hard, throbbing with obvious desire.
"Then let's not wait any longer."
R.A.X hit his thrusters, flying the two of them a decent distance up into the air.
"I have never had intercourse in the air before!" Jetta giggled.
"Neither have I," R.A.X rhetorically quipped. "First time for everything!"
With the expertse of a trained acrobat, Jetta swung her body around, lining herself up with R.A.X.
"I am ready!" She called, spreading her legs wide.
"Then its time for Round Two!"
R.A.X's hips gave a thrust forward, simple and straightforward.
"Ohhh!"
"S-shit!"
R.A.X boldness proved to be a slight mistake. He'd felt his entire body give a reflexive spasm from the overwhelming warmth and pleasure. Nevertheless, he was inside, and he and Jetta both wanted this. R.A.X saw no turning back now.
I may as well be stepping into a freezing swimming pool, R.A.X thought. Something else I haven't done in forever.
"Mmm," Jetta gently cooed. "A-are you alright?"
"Fine!" R.A.X replied.
The Cyber-Fighter moaned as he began a pace, thrusting in and out of Jetta. R.A.X made a serious mental note to watch the force of his thrusts. The two of them may have been immortal on this plane of existence, but the both of them could still be hurt. And R.A.X wasn't some brute who lacked consideration.
"Ohhh yes. . .yes. . ." Jetta whimpered. "Like that. Just like that. . ."
"Yeah?" R.A.X lustfully growled, his heavy balls swinging up to slap her clit. "That good?"
Jetta's breasts shook with R.A.X's thrusts. "It. . .is. . .wonderful!"
Despite what it would seem like, R.A.X felt unsure. He was obviously , but what would he do next. Sex was more than what was currently happening. If you wanted to enjoy it, that was. Was he to grab one of her breasts? Toy with her clit? There were so many ways to go about this, and the last thing he'd wanted to do was to get too caught up in the moment and spoil the mood.
"Ooh!" Jetta moaned, the noise giving way to another whimper. "R.A.X! H-harder! You must!"
"Nope!" R.A.X grunted over the wet slapping sounds. "Too—ggrgh—strong!"
"Then rub my—oh!—clitoris!"
Ah, there it was.
Not daring to cease his thrusts, R.A.X wasted no time. With Jetta secured tightly in one cybernetically-enhanced arm, dipping between her thighs.
"Aaahh!"
The shrillness of Jetta's sudden scream caught R.A.X off guard but not nearly enough to waver his focus. He rubbed Jetta's soaked clit, just above his pistoning cock.
Y'know. . . R.A.X thought, growling roughly through the pleasure. It kinda figures Jetta would be a screamer.
"Ooohh. . !" Jetta howled, fiercely grabbing one of her gorgeous breasts. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Yep, she's a screamer alright. Least I know I'm doing something right.
R.A.X had momentarily decided to close his eyes, to just for one moment, completely give himself to the sensations and the sounds. All while in mid-fucking-air. He'd be lying to himself completely if he thought he'd ever see himself in the insanity of this situation, but he'd wanted anything but to bow out of it now.
"R.A.X!" Jetta shuddered to him, sounding short of breath. "I. . .I am going to climax!"
The Cyber-Fighter's cock throbbed, his thrusts hitting as hard as they possibly could without harming her. Jetta's pussy had gone into a twitching fit around him, but his second orgasm wasn't that far off either.
"Then you'd better—argh!—hold on tight!"
Jetta did just that, reaching back and securing a full grip on him. Her tits were left to swing boldly in the air from the force of R.A.X's hips smacking against her ass.
"Ooh! Oh! Ah, ah!" Jetta loudly squealed, throwing her head back in ecstasy."Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!"
Seeing Jetta's eagle-spread legs giving involuntary orgasmic spasms made R.A.X's balls twitch. He suddenly froze, his cock completely buried inside her.
"Fuck, Jetta!"
R.A.X squinted, curling his toes as he uncontrollably came straight into Jetta's hot, convulsing pussy. And through it all, he'd managed to hold them suspended in midair. R.A.X knew he had his cybernetic strength to thank for it, another odd circumstance where he was actually thankful for his body.
They lingered in midair for a moment, the only sound now being that of R.A.X's burning thrusters. They'd both needed a moment after that, but it was especially necessary for R.A.X. That had just been his first time with a woman in years. And it was incredible.
R.A.X nearly questioned his own sanity. How had he given this up, again?
"Oh, R.A.X," Jetta sighed. "That was magnificent."
R.A.X gave a friendly scoff. "More than magnificent, I'd say."
Jetta silently gazed off into the horizon, and exhausted as he was, R.A.X couldn't help but look on ahead as well. He hadn't even noticed the sun dip down. With it, the Battle Room's golden orange rays had become a cool magenta skyline. In all honesty, it made R.A.X feel privileged. Reinvigorating his sexual passion felt good enough, but he'd even done it in one of the most breathtaking locations in the world.
Hell, in any world.
"Man. . ." R.A.X huffed.
Jetta, held tightly in his arms, giggled tiredly as they descended. Judging by how weak her legs looked right now, R.A.X got the impression that she wouldn't have wanted to walk even if she hadn't been several meters above ground. And who could blame her?
"You good?" R.A.X asked, checking on her.
"Yes. . ." Jetta sighed happily. "Are you?"
"I'm doing better than good," R.A.X replied, still partially dazed. "That was a hell of an experience. At least, for me it was."
"Do not be ridiculous. Even I would have never imagined having intercourse in midair. Especially not with such a close friend. But it felt. . .right."
"Doing anything with you feels right." R.A.X said. "But I'm assuming the feeling's not mutual?"
Jetta giggled. "Oh, you!"
R.A.X smirked. "So how about it? You feeling up for using your legs? 'Cause we'll be back on the ground pretty soon."
"Let us rest on the grass," Jetta insisted with a grin. "So that I do not have to."
R.A.X smiled. "Sure."
Not much later, the two were hovering just above the unnaturally immaculate grass. R.A.X cut his thrusters, allowing for a neat landing onto the ground. He set Jetta down before joining her.
"I nearly forgot," Jetta quietly hummed, gazing up to the tall rock. "Our clothes. . ."
"Meh." R.A.X smirked, lazily stretching out.
He'd managed to make Jetta giggle at his show of nonchalance. By the sound of it, R.A.X had a hunch that she wouldn't mind spending time without hers, either.
The two allowed a comfortable silence to grow between them. That was good. It'd allow him to properly stew in his thoughts, get them together and really digest what had just happened. He'd just had sex for the first time in years, and with someone who he saw as a friend rather than a lover, no less. . .
He glanced over at Jetta. R.A.X doubted that she was having the same difficulty processing the nature of exactly what they'd just done. At least, to the same extent, anyways. No, Jetta hadn't a care in the world. But what was he to expect of such a free spirit? On the off-chance that she was lost in thought, it was more than likely related that she'd just had sex with someone who apparently wasn't modesty endowed, unlike others she'd been with.
No. . .R.A.X mused. Not yet she hasn't. . .
Knowing that Jetta lay right next to him, exhausted with pleasure, sparked a different kind of need within R.A.X. If he were to be true to himself, then there was one thing left that needed to be done.
"Hey."
With an absolutely adorable smile, Jetta sluggishly turned her head to look at him.
"I know what we got now isn't love," R.A.X started. "But I feel like I've gotta say something for you getting all intimate with me. A human and a cyborg, doing what we just did. . .you don't know what that means to me."
Jetta sadly smiled. "I only wish I could. You do not know how much."
"Try not to ruin the moment, yeah?" R.A.X smirked.
Jetta's smile brightened, her eyes flashing. She wordlessly rolled her head back up at the sky, closing her eyes. R.A.X watched her for a brief moment, unable to help but find the sight to be somewhat endearing.
Wrapping an arm around Jetta, R.A.X opted to do the same, shutting his own eye. As he was just beginning to bask in the exhaustion, he felt Jetta's fingers tapping his sweaty chest, requesting his attention. He cracked his eye open to see Jetta smiling back at him, silently appreciating his simple gesture with her bright blue eyes.
She went back to resting as he was, leaving R.A.X with his musings. Before he could get too comfortable, an urgent thought struck him. R.A.X tapped into his systems, summoning his heads-up-display. A red tone suddenly filtered his vision as text and gauges appeared before him.
Not surprisingly, he found himself with 17% less power from what he'd come into the Battle Room with. He would be completely functional with this, he would even able to use his abilities freely if he saw fit, but R.A.X wasn't overlooking the fact that his two rounds of sex had come at a cost.
R.A.X realized he'd essentially peeled back a fresh layer of his own functionality. His systems worked in tandem with his organic nervous system, which R.A.X already knew, but his cybernetic augments were designed to juice out extra power to keep up with whatever sensations he'd make his body deal with. Directly after the conversion, he'd found himself drained quickly by things as small as basic physical contact, and even digesting the things he ate. Thankfully, R.A.X's cybernetics were built to consume less energy as his body became reaccustomed to the various physical stimuli. He was at least grateful for the fact that in time, he'd be able to have sex at virtually no cost to his power, but all the same, there was the fact that he'd acted without even giving that much thought to the consequences. And he hated that.
R.A.X decided not to give himself a hard time over it. It wasn't as if he would be breaking down while naked on this grass, and what was what mattered. Still, he knew that while Jetta may have reawakened his sexual desire, he would have to be mindful of his energy consumption in the future. At least while his systems were still adapting to his brain's release of oxytocin.
It's a good thing she's not from my time, R.A.X thought with a smirk. She'd keep me in all kinds of trouble with this body.
She'd done alot for him this evening, more than what she probably realized. He actually felt more complete, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. And if his lifelong training meant anything to him, he knew he'd be all the greater as a warrior for it.
Now that R.A.X felt mentally refreshed, he knew he couldn't waste it. If losing this fight was ever an option before, it certainly wasn't now. R.A.X had to seize his chance to make good of the less-than ideal situation that ultimately culminated in his murder. Cyber-Fighters may not have made a cent for their time in the ring, but if this whole experience panned out the way he wanted, he'd demand payment from those cybernetic conversion specialists themselves in the form of getting his God-given body back, free of charge, as a way to end this chapter in his life. With any luck, his legacy would inspire young, up and coming martial artists to keep the old ways ingrained in the cultural fabric. They were the future after all.
His eye widened. That line of thinking had startled R.A.X, his thoughts coming to a screeching halt.
I'm giving the next generation a bit too much credit. They're not the future—I am.
The cyborg frowned at what Eternal himself had insinuated just by bringing him here to compete. And realizing that he was right. He wasn't just one of the world's only hopes, he was its last line of defense. And until he'd passed Eternal's final test and was officially declared the greatest fighter to ever live, he would be no inspiration to anyone, and his era would remain a bitter, mechanical environment inhabited by a species completely content with letting their very sense of living slip away with each passing moment. The humans of his time may have abused him physically and verbally, treated him like a source of entertainment at best, but even they deserved better than the existence they'd known.
A key part of R.A.X's training regime was psychological as much as it was physical. As a fighter, one of the biggest mistakes he could have possibly made was getting ahead of himself, as he'd just done. He hadn't proved anything to Eternal yet, and coming under the impression of such was the easiest way to lose it all during the moments that were vital. But R.A.X wasn't in a fight right now. He'd been taking a moment of rest, what better time than now to course correct his mindset? Making himself aware of mistakes like this was the perfect way to ensure they didn't happen again.
Who was he kidding? Even something seemingly as wise and proactive as self-improvement had the possibility of causing problems for him when he'd actually gotten to his next match. He was supposed to be forgetting about The Contest, just for a minute while he could, and berating himself on his mild overzealousness wasn't helping him accomplish that, either.
That settled it, then. Back to relaxing he went. The best thing to do would be to be there for himself so that he could be there for his time. He was R.A.X Coswell—Cyber-Fighter and second-to-none Muay-Thai practitioner. All the while, he was also someone with more ambition than others of his era would deem appropriate. Someone with his own sexual hunger that had been fully awakened. A hunger that he would readily sate upon his closest friend's next request to receive what he was eager to give.
Behind an inauthentically made shrub, a lone female figure knelt lowly on the lush grass.
Her knees were spread, and the woman's hand was busy between her legs. Two of her slender fingers pistoned in and out of her moist, wet pussy.
She had just witnessed her opponent—her superior, as far as combat went—indulge in his first sexual encounter for what she assumed was quite a while. And it had been quite an entertaining show.
Circling the erect nub of her clit, the woman came. Her toned body began to spasm beyond her control, her toes twitching. It was a completely silent orgasm, but an intense one all the same.
She considered the "Cyber-Fighter" as he'd once referred to himself as, to be an oddity. At least, that's how he would have been viewed where she came from. The year 1995 had humans, and it had machines—there was no in between. But Eternal's Contest proved that there were quite the amount of colorful individuals scattered throughout time, and amongst even this group, she'd found someone that was quite the sight. Someone who's mere existence obscured the supposed fine line between synthetic and artificial.
Judging by his skill, he was certainly more of the former. Machines were methodical by definition. They didn't think, nor did they feel. They simply acted, and sometimes reacted. While her cybernetic adversary had his own analytical way of fighting, he also possessed not only skill, but spirit. She sensed it in every blow he'd landed, and witnessed it with his every maneuver. The fact that these types of people—half-man, half-machine—would apparently exist sometime in the future stoked some jealousy within her. How absolutely thrilling would it have been to encounter someone of this nature on one of her various assignments. Be it an assassination, or whatever else. She may have led a dishonorable life as she now knew, but her job certainly offered many opportunities for adrenaline pumping fights.
The woman raised her long, glistening fingers to her face, tasting herself.
He would certainly wind up besting his perky Russian friend, were Eternal to pit them against one another. There was no question about that. With his strength and technique he'd demonstrated earlier today, her superhuman speed alone wouldn't stand a chance. Agility was key to victory, but only if one had the skill to go with it. Eternal seeing enough worth in her capabilities to afford her a chance at life was being charitable, if you asked her.
But that left the question of whether or not the cybernetic warrior would be able to keep his winning streak. How far would the others push him toward his limit? Who would be the next to do so?
It bugged her to no end, the sheer suspense of it. Normally, the unknown was more than fine by her. Hell, she relished in the thrill of not knowing, so long as she eventually got the answers. But these were anything but ordinary circumstances. And now, she was more than a little disgruntled with her newest unsolved mystery, given these next few moments would be her last.
The woman considered her predicament. Why ponder on that which she would never find out? That which would have no effect on her?
Because that was just who she was. She just had to know it all. Getting to poke her nose in the affairs of others was one of the best parts of her job, aside from the killing. If you asked her, the world's salvation was quite the affair.
And sure enough, even as her demise approached, she found herself hung up on whether or not the cybernetic warrior would pass the Eternal Champion's final test. Or if he would even get to that stage at all.
Fortunately, she was very talented at distracting herself, seeing little potential challenge in the prospect, anyways. There was a naked, and highly attractive man just a few meters away from where she sat crouched. And she'd just witnessed for herself that his cybernetic augmentations could make for some interesting sexual encounters.
The woman groped one of her large breasts, gently squeezing, beginning to caress the dark, erect nipple that sat atop it. Her core began to crave attention once again. Her hands began their way down her shapely figure, before dutifully stopping short.
Shadow Yamato rose to her full, towering height. Naked as the day she'd been born, she strutted over to the resting twosome with a graceful sway in both her bousm and butt.
You're not half-bad a fighter, Coswell. Shadow thought wryly. Don't let what's about to happen distract you from saving the world.
They didn't immediately notice her, but when they eventually saw that they weren't alone, they received quite the shock. Fair, Shadow figured. It wasn't often one would get to join a kunoichi for sex. Especially one as strikingly beautiful as her.
A devious smirk found its place on Shadow's face. She had R.A.X's undivided attention. As she drew nearer, she took notice of his erect cock, which looked to be nine inches in length, by her trained ability to judge distances. The kunoichi was no stranger to men of size, but knowing what he was, Shadow couldn't help but wonder if it was another enhancement of his. Not that it mattered, honestly.
If Shadow had less than a day left before she would return to her death, she would spend her last moments having a hell of a time with R.A.X Coswell.
Author's Notes: And there you have it, readers! I hope I managed to put out something good with this one, especially since I'm not really all that experienced with writing oneshots. Like I said at the beginning, Eternal Champions is quite the obscure franchise, but I'm a fan nonetheless. If you happen to be fond of the series as well, and you liked what you read here, you might want to keep me in mind. I've got a sequel story planned for this story. It features the return of R.A.X and Jetta, along with a completely original character that I've conceived for this universe. Yes, there will be more sex, but unlike this one, it will be multi-chaptered, and be a bit on the plot-central side. I can't give a definite release date, but it'll happen, promise. If it helps, just favorite me as an author, so you'll be up to date once the first chapter of it hits my profile. Automatic notifications can help the "Miscellaneous" sectioned stories so much, with how uncategorized it is. Plus, Eternal Champions fans are few and far in between, and I'd hate for any of you guys out there to miss this story.
Reviews are welcome, as always, and I bid you farewell!