Growing Pains
There were many different feelings that came whenever you had a chance encounter with the man that ruined your life and learning that his bosses wanted you dead despite covering your tracks very well. Anger, fear, and anxiety were amongst the most typical and expected emotions to experience. Robin, however, only felt a great sense of determination as he worked tirelessly to prepare himself for the second round.
He examined his latest creation, a small throwing disk with razor sharp edges and an empty center. Using a magnifying glass, he slowly introduced some shrinking Pym Particles inside of it. It didn't look like much, but if he'd put it together correctly, then he would have made the best weapon he could ever have asked for.
"Alright, that makes five Size Altering disks, or SADs if I want to use an acronym." Robin placed the disks one next to the other in a row. "Three shrinking disks and two growing disks should be good for a test run. And if I did this correctly, one hit from these bad boys will turn whatever they hit big or small." He picked one to see if there were any issues or imperfections.
Robin suited up, packing the throwing disks or SADs in his belt. The last thing he needed was to accidentally shrink something by accident or have it fall into someone else's hands. Now that would be the most dangerous situation if they had no idea what it was.
Robin flew to the junkyard with his army of ants by his side. Landing on the ground, he spotted several piles of scrap metal and other junk that he could use for practice. Growing up to his normal size, he set up three different piles as targets. The first one was a broken designer bag on top of an old busted TV that had bullet holes on it, the second was a pile of burnt out tires, and the last one was a bag full of lawn gnomes, creepy smiling lawn gnomes. Shaking the uneasiness of the sight before him, he pulled out three disks, two shrinking and one growing. He looked around to see if there was anyone around. He didn't want anyone to spot him testing his stuff for obvious reasons.
"Okay, let's see if these things work like they should." Robin got ready to throw his growing disk first.
He tossed the disk at the busted handbag. It landed on the overpriced piece, hitting it next to one of the bullet holes. As soon as the disk struck the handbag, it released its Pym Particles. The bag started growing before Robin's eyes, going from the size of a handbag to the size of a duffle bag to the size of a small car before finally stopping and then reverting back to its normal size.
"Okay, I need a stronger amount on the growing disks but I can work with it." Robin made a mental note of making the dose stronger. "Now, let's see if we can shrink these two piles." He pulled out the two shrinking disks aiming the first one at the tires and the creepy gnomes.
He threw the disks, hitting them square in the center just like with the handbag. The two piles started shrinking down before his eyes at the same rate as he usually did. He shrunk himself down to see the results of his tests. And low and behold two small piles of tires and lawn gnomes shrunken down to the same size as him. Robin couldn't help but feel like he'd struck gold.
"The shrinking disks work like a charm. I bet the doc would have loved to see them in action." Robin knelt down to look at his handiwork. "I bet with these I could put enough bombs in Adam Smasher's head to level a building and he wouldn't even notice until I pulled the detonator miles away from where he's standing."
Just as Robin was imagining the look on Adam Smasher as the bombs went off, the piles before him started shrinking again.
"Huh?" Robin took a step back.
The pile of tires and the creepy lawn gnomes slowly started shrinking before his eyes. He watched them go from being around their normal size to being half their size and then go even smaller and smaller. In a matter of minutes, the two piles were down to the size of tiny pebbles compared to Robin's tiny size. And after that, they continued shrinking down until they disappeared completely. It was a reminder of his time at the lab, going through several trials before getting the right answer for their experiments. And those days felt like a lifetime ago at that moment.
"Strengthen stopping agent on shrinking disks and increase the dose on the growing disks," Robin sighed. "Well, while I'm here, I best gather some more scrap metal to make more of these disks."
Robin spent his time picking the metal thinking of all that he'd managed to accomplish in his time in Night City. Sure he'd made a dent in several different gangs and made ripples here and there, it didn't seem like much to some, but to someone so small it was huge. All his actions chipped away at the empire Arasaka had spent years, blood and death building on the backs of others, and now they knew someone was after them. It must've been a new experience for the head honchos to have someone gunning for them and not expect a raise within their own company.
It wasn't unusual that even inside the very company people were trying to screw someone else in exchange for a better position and more Eddies in their pocket, and that worked fine for Robin. Corpos were never short on enemies and that made things easier for him to hit and not have anyone think that it was him. Even with the rumors and the legend of the Ant-Runner spreading through the city, and apparently beyond, no one could ever link him to any other gang or crew working the streets or running by the edge. Invisible and capable of disappearing at any moment, that's how he liked it.
"Okay, that should be plenty of scrap metal to work with." Robin tied up all the metal on top of one of his ants like a packing mule. "I should get plenty of disks out of all this stuff. And people wonder what happens to their trash when they forget about it. Well, the answer is that I make it into badass gadgets to beat up bigger and meaner people than me."
Yes, life was good for Robin.
He was about to call for his ants to pick him up when he heard his phone ringing. With a sigh of annoyance, he picked up the call that was coming for him. The caller ID showed Rebecca's smirking face looking at him with a wink. Talk about getting a call right when you're about to do something important. But Robin saw no reason to ignore the call with one of the few girls that really liked him for who he was.
"Hey, Becca, what's up?" Robin answered the call.
"'Sup choom, just calling you to tell you the whole crew's about to drop in on you." Rebecca spoke through the call.
"Wait, what?" Robin asked. "This is unexpected. Um, what's all this for? It is pretty late, isn't it?" Robin looked at the sunset from the junkyard ground.
"Did you forget? We got a job to do and need to get our gear fixed up," Rebecca replied. "Relax, we're not in any hurry, we'll be there in about an hour, hour and a half so you have plenty of time to make yourself look pretty."
Robin sighed in relief at the sound of that. He had plenty of time to get back to his garage, hide all his stuff and change before Rebecca and the rest of Maine's crew could get there. It felt like he'd just been shot point blank only for the bullet to be a dud. Part of him couldn't help but thank whoever was high up in the sky or fate or gravity or anywhere for letting him dogde such a close call.
"Nah, I'm joking," Rebecca said. "We'll be there in like twenty minutes. See ya there, Rob!" She hung up the call, leaving Robin feeling like someone had pulled the rug from under his feet.
After hearing the call end against his ear, he blinked once. His brain had seemed to have unexpectedly crashed and was now quickly rebooting. Acting more on instinct than logic, Robin called not only his ants but all the ants in the junkyard to him.
"Everyone, get here! NOW!" Robin commanded as every single ant around him came to his call, like loyal soldiers answering the call of their leader to go into battle.
Robin jumped on top of one of them, and they took off. The swarm followed his command and took to the skies like a flying squadron of trained army fighters. To anyone that could have gotten sight of them, it looked like a small living dust cloud from the desert making its way towards the burrow outside the city. But had they looked closer, they would have seen an army of tiny fliers heading to Robin's garage at top speed.
He held on tightly as they flew through the air, cursing himself for getting so caught up in his experiments and for the late visit. It seemed like the universe was trying to get it through his head that there was no such thing as easy or simple in this life. He should've known better than to let his guard down and let something like this happen on his watch. Narrowing his eyes, he could only focus on getting back home faster than Rebecca and her crew. If they got their hands on anything that was in there, or worse, if Falco messed with something, he would lose everything and his secret would be exposed. So much for anonymity and working from the shadows. He'd be hunted like a dog if they got there first. So he had to get there first!
"Faster fellas, faster!" Robin commanded as the ants increased their speed.
He could see the roof of his home coming into view just under the horizon. There was the finish line. He still had a chance to cover his tracks. There was at least the silver lining that he always covered and hid his equipment. But that was only one layer of defense and as soon as the crew arrived, he bet his top dollar that they aka Pillar would get curious and start poking around the place and wreck something of his. The last thing he needed was them discovering his stuff and all that he'd been planning, or worse if they found his Pym Particles and the RV then everything would be for nothing.
His eyes landed on the car that belonged to Maine and the crew. They were about to reach his home. All his terrible fears were about to become a reality if he didn't get there first.
Rebecca was the first one out of the car followed by the rest of the crew.
"Hey, Becca, you sure Rob is in there?" Maine asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure, my buddy is always there. He didn't sound like he was out at the moment I called him." Rebecca shrugged. "Don't worry, everything is cool."
"You're just saying that cuz you wanna ride his organic junk," Pilar laughed.
"It is one of the few reasons why you'd hang out with him so much," Kiwi added.
Rebecca groaned, giving the two of them some side eye. Normally, she'd say that them agreeing with each other was one of the signs of the imminent apocalypse and sass them about it. But she did want to see Robin, and maybe finally get some much needed action. Was it her fault the guy she liked was all organic? Nope. In fact, she found it particularly hot that he was so badass and had himself a mission to live by. So she shrugged as she approached the closed gate. Let Pilar and Kiwi talk off their asses all they want, she was more than happy to hang out with Robin whenever she felt like it. And maybe she could pay him with more than just Eddies this time.
"Hey, Robin, we're here!" She banged on the door of the garage.
There was no answer. Which was kinda weird. Rebecca banged on the garage door once more.
"Hey Robin! Can you hear me?!" Rebecca called out louder.
"Maybe he's in the can?" David suggested.
"Yeah, maybe he's jacking it!" Pilar suggested with one of his hand tricks and a laugh.
"Listen, there's a door around back, maybe I can get it open." Rebecca walked around the garage. "Just wait up while I call him."
"Maybe you should try talking saucy to him to get him to move his ass." Pilar added, only to get a smack to the head by Dorio.
Rebecca wanted to kick her brother's face in just because he was being super annoying. She just wanted to meet a nice guy and hang out with him, and maybe have sex once or twice. A steady relationship was seldom easy in Night City as it often led to one or both of the parties involved shooting each other's brains out or being used against each other. So, she would cherish what she had with Robin even if it was short and kick her brother in the head. But just as she was about to knock his block off with a kick, she noticed something flying over their heads. She narrowed her eyes, noticing what looked like a whole bunch of insects flying into one of the windows of the garage. She followed after them, going in through the window after they did. She landed quietly as she looked at the garage without any signs of the bug cloud.
Looking at the garage, she noticed several things that were on the table under a cloth, some very weird science stuff. It was kind of a weird thing for a mechanic to have some of that stuff, especially if it didn't have anything to do with fixing machines. It felt weird to snoop around Robin's place without him around, but it didn't dissuade her cat-like curiosity. He made it clear that he was keeping some things from her but she assumed that it had something to do with a painful memory of his past or maybe that he wanted to tap her ass so hard that it would leave handprints on it. She just wasn't thinking that his secret involved being a secret mad scientist.
She flipped over the cloth and was greeted with the sight of lots of test tubes and beakers filled with strange liquids and substances.
"Wow, this would be kinda cool, if I knew what I was looking at," Rebecca said.
She looked at one of the beakers, but she also saw something reflected on it. It was the Ant-Runner walking towards her with an electric taser in his hand. She didn't panic or over react. Instead, she reached down to grab one of the led pipes that were under the table. And as soon as he was inches from her, she swung the pipe at his stomach, knocking the air out of him. She kicked the taser out of his hand, snatching it in her hand before hitting him in the stomach with it. Electricity coursed through his body, making him twitch before her eyes like a short circuiting Christmas tree. After standing there for a minute, he fell back, groaning in pain as Rebecca slowly approached him.
"Holy shit, I got him," she whispered. "What the fuck are you doing here, you creep?"
There was no answer.
"Huh, this thing must've had more juice than I thought." Becca was more of a gun girl and tasers often seemed like tiny instant chargers for her, but this one was useful, so she pocketed it.
With that thing settled, there was now the issue of the legendary myth itself that laid down by her feet. She knelt down to look at him better. From what Rebecca could see, he was well built and had a belt full of tricks and stuff wrapped around him like one of those comic book characters she'd read from Alchemax without anyone knowing about it. It wasn't because she was ashamed of reading them, but because her brother would tease her for reading kiddie stuff or make it seem like she was reading them because of the men in tights. But the Ant-Runner managed to pull off the look a lot better than some of those guys though. He overall looked a little less cool than the first time that they'd met, or the second. But he still wore the badass suit pretty nicely. Although, she did notice that the thing in his head was a helmet and not a chromed up head. Her curiosity came back in force, maybe a slight peek would tell her if he was as toned as the suit made him out to be.
"Don't mind me, just getting a peek." Rebecca grabbed his helmet hoping that it didn't have some electric switch or something to zap her.
She pulled the helmet off, in one fell swoop. Her eyes were closed, preparing for the shock of the helmet, but nothing happened. Tentatively, she opened one of her eyes to look at the inside of the helmet only to see nothing. A sigh of relief escaped Rebecca's lips before she looked down at the man below her. But as soon as she saw Robin's face lying between her legs, her eyes almost shot out of her sockets. The man she had come to know was in reality the legendary badass that was making everyone whisper about and had somehow survived in the middle of the most dangerous city without a single piece of chrome in his body. The rumors all spoke about him knowing everything and the ants to come out and cause chaos and that no one could hack him even if they saw him. And…
"Damn, this is making way too insanely sense now that I think about it." She looked into the face of the helmet.
"Hey, Becca! You in there or what?!"
Her dumbass brother banged on the door like a pissed off ex-girlfriend wanting to get shot.
She almost dropped the helmet, but managed to catch it.
"Hey Maine, why don't you bust down the damn door already?"
Things were bad if they caught Robin wearing this crap. Thinking quickly, she placed the helmet on top of Robin before answering back.
"Just a sec, bro! Turns out that, um, Robin ate something bad and he's stuck in the bathroom!" She dragged Robin by the legs like a sack of heavy flour. "Give me a sec while I help him to his bed."
However, as she dragged Robin away, she didn't notice a small disk falling out of his belt and into the floor. Despite the weight of his body, she managed to drag him all the way to the back of the shop where she could hide him. Dropping him behind the large refrigerator before pilling several trash bags on top of him to cover him completely. It was crude and he was not going to be smelling like daisies but it could be worse. She just needed to get rid of the crew before they found something fishy or busted the door.
"We are so having a talk about this later," Rebecca said.
However, she couldn't stay mad as she looked at his knocked out face. It looked so peaceful despite all the beatings and the electrocution that she couldn't hold onto her anger. She fixed up his hair a little bit before putting the last trash bag on top of his head. Before moving it slightly to make sure that he wouldn't suffocate on them.
Rebecca rushed to the gate before Pilar could convince Maine to knock the doors down. She opened the side door, keeping them from seeing anything on the inside. Pulling on all her best acting skills and the least guilty face she could pull, she did the one thing she never thought she'd do to her crew: lie to their faces about something important.
"About time Becca, what took you so long?" Pilar asked. "Did you fuck him too while you were at it?"
"No, bro. Turns out that Rob is really feeling down. Food poisoning or something," Rebecca said. "We should go somewhere else to get our gear checked out and let him rest." Rebecca waved it off. "Besides, he isn't really into making any weapons or stuff like that. He's more into cars."
"At this time? Most places will be closed, and the job is due in two days." Kiwi pointed out. "Least he could do is look at the gear and tell us what we need to pull off the job. Or don't you trust his judgement?"
Rebecca wanted to kick Kiwi's face in so badly at that moment.
"Kiwi's right, we're pressed for time." Maine went in followed by the rest of the crew with Rebecca being unable to stop them. "If Rob can give us an idea we'll make due with someone else, if not, it sucks."
Rebecca quickly tried to find a way to get them all to stay in one place and not poke around. Though that was easier said than done. With her not being the leader and not knowing what was dangerous and what was important in this garage, she was running blind. The options were running down and she didn't know what to do. The best choice she could think of was waking up Robin and getting him to pretend to have food poisoning or something to sell her lie. As long as no one touched any of his things…
"Hey, what's with all this crap?" Pilar asked as he looked at Robin's science stuff. "Is he cooking meth or something?"
"I'm not sure they're drugs, Pilar." David looked at some of the stuff.
"How can a guy live with so little tech I'll never know," Lucy looked at the humble accommodations like she was looking at a museum, with slight boredom.
"Maybe he prefers it like this?" Kiwi added. "If you're not connected to anything, you need to make an effort to get everything done."
"Speaking of, where is Robin?" Dorio asked. "Didn't you say that he was feeling under the weather or something?"
Rebecca stiffened up at the question. Anyone with stomach problems would be moaning and groaning like they were stuck trying to get a piece of gum out of their intestines. But given Robin's current state of being knocked out, the amount of noises he could make was very limited. So she had to make due with what she could do.
"Oh, he probably went to the kitchen for some medicine," Rebecca suggested. "I'll go check! Don't touch anything!" She sprinted to the kitchen where she'd hidden Robin.
She pulled him up only slightly enough to make him moan a little.
"Oh there you are Robin, feeling any better?" Rebecca asked, moving him about to get a groan out of him. "Not really? Oh that sucks. We'll just go then."
Back with the rest of the crew, they weren't buying what they were hearing.
"You guys buying any of this?" Maine asked.
"You don't think we broke in and Robin isn't here, do you?" David asked.
"I just hope that Becca isn't raiding the fridge without me." Pilar was about to make his way to the kitchen when something caught his eye. "Heck is this thing?" Pilar picked up what appeared to be a small disk with a blue center. "Is this one of those fidget spinners I've heard about?"
The rest of the crew gathered around Pilar as he played with the disk, unaware of what it could do.
"Hey, this thing is kinda relaxing," Pilar said.
"Never understood why. You just spin those things," David said.
"Maybe you just don't overthink it, David." Lucy placed her elbow on his shoulder.
"Looks kinda makeshift. Did he make it himself?" Dorio asked. "Not bad."
"So, he got bored and made himself a toy," Kiwi just shrugged.
"Stop messing around, Pilar. We gotta get ready for a job-!" Main grabbed Pilar's hand just as Rebecca stepped out of the kitchen.
"Yeah it sounds bad, best to-" Rebecca began.
Suddenly in the blink of an eye, Maine and the rest of the crew disappeared before her eyes.
"...leave?" Rebecca finished, blinking like she had just seen her parents running naked before her brain caught on to what she'd seen. "Um, guys, what just happened? Are you here? Speak up! Seriously, where are you?!" Rebecca zoomed to where the crew had gone.
Speaking of the crew, they all groaned in pain as they got back to their feet.
David looked around, rubbing his head. It felt like someone had kicked it with a steel-tipped boot.
"Ow, what the heck just happened?" David asked, before hearing Lucy groaning next to him. "Lucy! Are you okay?!" He helped her to her feet.
"I'm fine, just… just dizzy as all hell." Lucy held her head, feeling like someone had tapped danced on it. "Where are we?" They spotted the rest of the crew laying down on the ground with blood coming out of their noses, groaning like they'd gotten out of an intense hangover."
"No clue, I was just looking at Pilar messing with that spinner and the next I'm falling to the ground and, I feel a little dizzy." David cleaned the blood from his nose. "Feels like the first time I used the Sandevistand."
"Fuck me, what was all that?" Maine coughed, wiping his nose. "Pilar, the fuck did you picked up?!" He snapped at the lanky long armed runner.
"Don't look at me bossman, I just found some weird shit!" Pillar snapped before throwing up. "Oh god, I've never thrown up like that before. Geegh!"
"I hat-to… Hate to say-s-s-say this…" Kiwi could barely form a coherent sentence. "I think Pilar is right. Something hit us. Urgh, my head won't stop spinning." She took off her mouth implant, throwing up like Pilar.
"Maine, where the fuck are we?" Doria groaned.
Maine was about to answer when they heard a loud stomp. It was like someone had dropped a building nearby, but there were no buildings. The sound continued getting closer and louder. It was contant, almost with a rhythm that reminded them of earthquakes and loud explosions. The ground shook around them as they tried to look for the source of it all. The crew of edgerunners held on to the ground, feeling like a series of earthquakes were hitting them. They tried to look around to see what the hell it was, and what had happened.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Pilar screamed, cowering in fear. "Becca! Where are you?!"
David was knocked back only to look up at what he thought was a hallucination.
"G-G-Guys." David tentatively pointed up.
Everyone followed his finger only to see a sight they never thought they'd ever see. That sight was Rebecca standing tall over all of them, standing taller than any building that they had ever seen in Night City. She seemed to be looking for something and walking their way. And every single one of those steps was shaking the ground beneath their feet.
"If that fidget spinner had drugs in it, I wanna know what they are," Pilar said getting looks from everyone else.
Just then they watched one of her feet raising from the ground and going right for them. The crew didn't need no invitation and took to running. Everyone screamed as Rebecca's foot landed just behind them, sending them flying into the air.
"Hey, you guys! Come on, I know you like being invisible and shit but this is getting freaky!" Rebecca called out, her voice booming like the sound of thunder mixed with a loud explosion.
The gang continued running until they heard another foot step coming their way. They managed to get out of the way by mere inches, only for the shockwave of the step to send them flying and screaming.
"I want off this crazy ride!" Pilar screamed amidst tears.
Meanwhile, Rebecca just strolled around looking for her crew, unaware that they were closer than she thought.
"Hey guys! Seriously! Show yourselves!" Rebecca screamed. "Jeez, for all the times to turn invisible this had to be the one. What did they go mute too? This makes no damn sense. I should've run into Maine and Dorio at least once by now but it's like they're not even here? Hey, are you assholes hiding somewhere just to screw with me?! Well, FUCK YOU GUYS THEN!" Rebecca flipped them off, wherever they were.
Just then, she heard a groan coming from the kitchen. Robin stepped out, wearing most of his suit and his helmet in his hand.
"What just happened?" Robin groaned, holding his stomach. "I remember I got tased, by-" He looked up seeing Rebecca holding out her middle fingers. "Becca…"
The world slowed down for the two of them. Robin looked down, seeing that he as completely in costume and he didn't remember taking off his helmet. Which meant his secret was out and there was no going back.
"Um, I can-" Robin tried to talk but Rebecca tackled him back into the kitchen before he could even have a second to explain himself. "What the-?!" Robin was about to talk but Rebecca covered his mouth with her hand.
"Shut up, keep trying to talk and I'll smother you with my boobs," Rebecca threatened as quietly as she could.
Robin pulled her off hand off of his mouth before glaring at her.
"What the hell, Becca?!" Robin snapped. "What are you doing?!"
"I'm trying to save your skin. Maine and the others are invisible and they're being dicks about it," Rebecca replied.
Robin had so many questions.
"Look, I told them you were sick and that we should leave, after you tried to tase me, FYI." She poked his cheek with a clear irritated tone. "Then they were messing with your stuff and poof, they turned invisible."
"Wait, wait, what makes you think that they're invisible?" Robin asked.
"Isn't that what you do?" Rebecca asked. "Which makes me wonder what's up with the whole 'ant' thing."
Robin was about to explain before he touched his belt. But something was missing. He quickly stood back on his feet, unintentionally pushing Becca off of him. Frantically he searched his pockets in search of the object he'd lost.
"Oh crap, it's not here!" Robin pulled out the growing disk from his belt. "What happened to it? Where is it?!" Robin moved and tossed the bags out of the way to see if he could find the disk but it wasn't there.
"Um, what are you looking for?" Rebecca asked.
"The shrinking-" Robin stopped himself as a thought entered his mind. "Oh no, Becca did it look like the crew look like they were growing smaller before disappearing?" He grabbed her shoulders.
"Um, yeah, kinda." Rebecca shrugged. "But what's that got to do with being invisible?"
"Yeah… I don't actually turn invisible. I shrink down." Robin admitted, feeling like it would be easier to tell her what was going on.
"Pardon?" Rebecca asked.
"Remember that thing I told you Dr. Albertson was making to help people? Well, they're these particles that can make things shrink down and grow up in size. I was testing a new tool that can do that to anything it hits and one of them is missing." Robin explained as much as he could, and Becca's face suddenly lit up with a horrible tought.
"...Oh shit! Quick, check my shoes!" Rebecca lifted her feet up to Robin's face, unintentionally kicking him.
Back with the crew, they were all happily panting and catching their breath after nearly getting trampled to death in more than one occation.
"Everyone cool?" Maine asked.
"Well, we're in one piece, so that's something." David cracked his neck. "So, any ideas on how to get back to-I can't believe I'm saying this-our normal sizes?"
"No clue, but if that pissant Robin doesn't do it, I'm gonna kick his fucking ass!" Pilar swung his fist connecting with something behind him.
"Chirp."
Everyone turned to see what he'd hit, and were met with an ant the size of a car.
"Holy shit," Lucy whispered but no one dared to move a muscle.
"Eat shit!" Pilar pulled out his gun and shot the ant in the eye, making it run away. "Yeah, that'll teach it to scare us." He laughed.
However, his laughter was short-lived as they were greeted to the sight of an army of ants charging at them.
The crew pulled out their guns and opened fire upon the incoming ants. Their bullets landed agaisnt their exoskeletons, some of the ants died but their sheer numbers made up for it. The ants surrounded them in a circle before they attacked.
"Pilar, if we survive this, I'm kicking your ass!" Maine punched back an ant hard.
"Okay, good news, you haven't stepped on anyone." Robin pulled back his magnifying glass from Becca's shoes.
"Oh thank fucking god in the sky," Rebecca sighed with relief. "But then where the heck are they?"
"My guess is still here," Robin said.
"I'll try calling them," Rebecca called her brother. "Honestly, don't know why I didn't think of this sooner."
They stayed there waiting for the call to go through. Robin had his doubts about it even working, and more importantly what would happen if they were exposed to the Pym Particles for too long. Cross had only been exposed to them for a few minutes and he'd gone nuts. And Maine and the rest of the crew had a lot more chrome than he had had back then. He'd been working on ways to fix all the kinks revolving Pym Particles and Chrome but he'd never tested it with anyone let alone a whole group of people. Which meant that the odds of the crew being braindead zombies or cyberpsychos were not something he wanted to thing about. The odds were not on their side. But if he fixed this mess, then he'd have to do something relatively drastic to save himself as well as Rebecca. But then the call went through.
"Pilar, hey bro, where the fuck are-?!" Rebecca began only for-
"AAAHHH! THE ANTS ARE ATTACKING US!" Pilar screamed over the static of the call. "THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!"
Robin pressed his ear to the side of Rebecca's face to hear bits of the screams. At the sound of it, he looked around to see anything that even resembled a fight taking place. Heading back out into the garage, he started looking for any signs of a fight or swarm of ants. He then saw it, a large swarm of ants right in the middle of the room as they were fighting some kind of invading force.
Down in their tiny size, Maine and his crew were doing their best to keep the ants back. Maine's large size and great chrome managed to send several of the ants flying, before he fired his left-arm cannon against one, blowing its head. Dorio kept Kiwi safe as she fired her shotgun against the ants, blowing off bits and pieces of them. Pilar was caught between two ants who were mauling him like a pair of dogs would a chew toy. David zoomed past all the ants around him using his Sandevistan to dodge the incoming pincers from the ants before pulling out his gun and firing at them. Lucy used her energy whips to cut at whatever came her way and even covered David as he took a break every few seconds.
But their advantages were shortly being destroyed as they ran out of bullets and the ants managed to catch hold of them with their numbers and incredible strength. Maine, Dorio, Pilar and Kiwi were all pinned down as the strong manibles of the ants held them tightly. And that wasn't the only problem. They started to shrink down even more, slowly but they were shrinking.
"I found them, and the ants are kicking their asses." Robin needed to work quickly and find a way to fix this mess. "And they're shrinking some more."
"Okay, make way, I'm gonna stomp them!" Rebecca lifted her foot to bring the pain, only for Robin to catch her foot before she could do some damage.
"If you just stomp like that, you will kill them." Robin pulled her back. "I need to work on fixing the last disk, but I need to pull back the ants. They must've done something big to piss them off."
Rebecca sighed, knowing that her brother was involved in getting the tiny insects angry. Her frustration quickly turned to displeasure as she felt like she needed to do something before her friends were ant food. It was her fault that this mess had started in the first place. She spotted the helmet in Robin's hand.
"Is that helmet important?" Rebecca asked.
"It kind of is," Robin replied only for Rebecca to snatch it.
"Tell me how it works and I'll deal with this. You make that disk work or whatever." She put on the helmet, only for it not to fit. "Um, you got one in a bigger size?"
"You gotta take your hair clips off," Robin replied.
Rebecca took off the helmet before letting her hair flow freely. Putting the helmet back on, she looked at Robin.
"Alright, what do I do now?" Rebecca asked.
"The helmet allows you to communicate with the ants in their own language," Robin explained. "It is a lot like a conversation that works on their own frequency. But you need to be careful, it can overwhelm you." Robin rushed to his working station, opening his disk to work on fixing it.
Rebecca focused on hearing the ants, but as soon as she tried, her eyes went wide. Information bombarded her mind like a rain of painful information. She could feel every thought and idea that the ants were feeling at that moment. The anger, the hurt, the rage, the protectiveness of their home. They were pissed alright and she was getting hit with all of it. It felt like someone had taken a pair of drills and were drilling into her skull.
"Jesus fuck! How do you work through this?!" Rebecca snapped. "I don't suppose we can trade?"
"Only if you can stabilize unstable particles that alter an objects size and do it before the particles they got doused with do their thing." Robin dropped a chemical into the particles.
"And what's their thing?" Rebecca asked.
"They'll keep shrinking down, getting smaller and smaller until they are so small that they are as big as atoms." Robin watched the particles working their magic. "And if they're particularly unlucky, they'll find out if the doc was right."
"Right about?" Rebecca asked.
"That there's a realm so small that quantum physics can only theorize it exists. Doc called it the Quantum Realm." Robin gave her a serious look.
"How do you make weird science sound so hot?!" Rebecca snapped. "Okay, let's do this!"
Rebecca closed her eyes, trying to focus on talking to the ants, as ridiculous as she thought it was. Her brow deepened as she continued to hear their voices overlapping with hers. It was like being stuck at a large family dinner with brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and grandparents and not being able to even say that you wanted the salt passed to you. Every time she tried to make her thoughts known, she was drowned by their voices. She gritted her teeth as she repeated the same thought over and over in her head as her brow deepened in her frustration.
"You'll give yourself an aneurysm like that." Robin worked on the finishing touches of the disk.
"Any tips would be useful." She growled, pressing her fingers on the helmet.
"You're thinking that the ants are like any machine you've operated, but they're not. They are living creatures faced with their own needs and instincts," Robin said. "You need to focus and talk to them like you'd talk to people. Commanding them is tricky at first but once you understand that the clearer the conversation and idea, the easier they can work with you."
Rebecca took in a deep breath before letting it out. Plunging back into the sea of voices and calls from the ants, she tried to understand them. The emotions they were feeling filled her mind, they were angry and wanted to make their enemies pay for their actions against them. It was strange but little by little the voices became easier to understand and move past them. They were making sense and now she could speak.
Back down to their miniature size, David was pinned down under the foot of an ant as it brought down its pincers to bite off his head. His eyes darted around seeing his friends all beaten up and about to suffer the same fate as him. Looking at the giant ant before him with one final glare of defiance, he refused to go out without a fight. He closed his eyes expecting the worst, only for the ants to stop. They pulled back, with some even helping the punks back to their feet.
"What the hell?" David muttered as the ants helped them all up.
"They're retreating?" Lucy gasped.
"We did it guys! We fucked those guys up!" Pilar gasped from the ground, looking like he'd been mauled by a bear.
"Don't think it was us." David looked up, seeing Rebecca with the Ant-Runner's helmet.
"Okay, I got them to stop fucking the guys over, but they're still shrinking." Rebecca turned to talk to Robin aka the Fucking Ant-Runner himself. "This is pretty freaky, and cool, not gonna lie."
"That's great." Robin had the disk ready. "Command them to bring them to the center of the room, they're gonna need the space. And get your guns ready."
"What?" Rebecca asked.
"Last person that had chrome and got exposed to the Pym Particles went psycho for a brief second, and he didn't have as much chrome as Maine or Dorio." Robin pulled out his blaster. "This could get ugly."
"Shit," Rebecca muttered. "Alright, guys, if you can hear me, don't freak out. No need to go all Max Headroom on us." Rebecca pulled out her guns.
David felt his stomach turn as the ants picked them up like sacks of flour and carried them off. He didn't know what would happen, but it felt like he'd been placed on top of a speeding car and only held on by sheer luck. They were then dropped together in a circle close to each other before the ants pulled away from where they'd been placed.
A large shadow was cast down upon them. They looked up beforeRobin dropped the disk on top of them. The crew braised themselves for whatever was about to happen. They expected to be crushed completely, but as soon as the disk hit them, they grew back to their normal sizes.
It took a second for the crew to get their bearings. They stumbled and tried to get used to being big once more, but they couldn't shake the dizziness that came over them. Their brains felt like they'd been dropped in a dishwasher before being dried up in some clothesline. David held on to his knees as nose started dripping blood once more. It was just like how he'd felt after using the Sandevistan the first day. Lucy looked green and about to throw up her lunch but she had an empty stomach. Kiwi all but passed out, twitching slightly. Maine and Dorio held on to each other feeling like they had just gotten run over by a steamroller and then a marching band had stepped on them. And Pilar felt like he'd been turned into a funhouse mirror reflection. Their eyes glitched and readjusted to match their new surroundings. But it did not take away the sensation of wanting to spill their guts from either end.
"David, David, look at me," Robin called, getting David's attention. "How many fingers am I holding?" He held out his hand, showing three fingers.
"T-T-Tree, no three." David hiccuped, wondering if this was what it was like to be drunk.
"Okay, so they're at least not delirious, that's a plus." Robin felt a little better.
"You asshole!" Pilar lunged at Robin. "What the fuck kind of shit you just pulled you, son of a bitch!?" He grabbed Robin by the hoodie with his busted arms.
"you got some explaining to do, asshole!" Maine added only to grab his stomach.
"Pilar, calm down!" Robin snapped, holding his blaster ready. "Your body chemistry is trying to balance itself and altering yourself won't help!"
"I oughtta-! Oughtta… Oughtta…" Pilar stepped back feeling queasy before throwing up.
He was then joined by Maine, Dorio, and Kiwi before they all collapsed on the floor. David and Lucy barely managed to stay up before passing out themselves.
"Did this happen the last time?" Rebecca asked.
"Not exactly, but I can only guess that I managed to fix most of the bugs the Pym Particles have." Robin put away his blaster. "Help me put them in a table, see what I can fix before asking Falco to get them back to their homes."
"I'll get a mop first." Rebecca walked away to help clean up the mess. "Next time, just say you aren't home to avoid this kind of bullshit."
Robin, now dressed in his normal clothes, started fixing up Maine and the crew as best as he could, thankfully only Maine, Dorio and Pilar needed to get patched up the most. He fixed the wiring of Maine's arm cannon with the help of his ants that helped him move around some of the wiring with their tiny size. Part of him felt guilty that they had gotten so messed up by his ants but another part saw it as just punishment for messing with his stuff. He particularly took his time with Pilar, accidentally shocking him whenever he made a remark about him and wanted to piss him off. But for the most part the troubling thoughts that he had were how to fix this mess.
His identity was discovered and his chances of talking them out of hunting him were pretty slim. Part of him wondered if he should've just let them shrink down into the Quantum Realm. All his problems would've gone away if he'd done that. But he had to be a good guy and help them out by getting caught up on his things.
"Wow, those ants are really good workers, huh?" Rebecca peered over his shoulder as the ants connected the cables.
"Yep, I hoped to use this same treatment with hard operations, but I suppose putting machines and chrome together is also a good use." Robin closed up the cannon in Maine's arm. "Now Maine, until you get a full check up, I don't want you using your chrome. Go easy on it."
"Shut up," Maine grunted. "The job…"
"Right, the job you wanted the gear checked," Robin said.
"I'll fill him in, Maine, don't worry." Rebecca spotted the lights of Falco's car pulling right up. "Falco's here."
"So, I heard there was a party here and no one invited me." Falco got out of his car.
"This is what happens when Pilar messes with some chemicals used for cars that drink super speed boosts for breakfast." Robin shrugged, with Pilar trying to give him the middle finger. "Think you can get them home, Falco?"
"Sure, I can do that." Falco shrugged.
Robin, Rebecca and Falco helped the gang into the car, towing Maine's ride to the back before they were ready to leave.
"Hey, Maine, see you tomorrow to go over the job," Rebecca said. "Don't worry, I'll give Robin the lowdown on what he needs."
Maine grunted, feeling too sick to even say anything. Instead he opted to nod his head in agreement.
Robin and Rebecca watched as Falco drove off with everyone in the car, leaving the two friends to talk things out.
"So, I'm guessing you want the full explanation, right?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, we're way past that." Rebecca gave him a smug smirk.
With a sigh filled with all the troubles of the day, Robin gave up and started to tell Rebecca everything. Starting off with his time in Chicago and how he helped Dr. Albertson in creating the Pym Particles that would've changed the world, even mentioning how the doc had come up with the name for them. He then went on to explain how he and the doc were attacked by Adam Smasher of all people and their narrow escape from certain death by way of using the RV that shrunk down to take everything with them. After that, he explained how he survived the two years following his brush with death by learning how to survive and fight in a park while being no bigger than an ant.
Throughout the retail of his adventure and how he came to Night City, Rebecca couldn't help but feel both admiration and a sense of closeness with Robin. Her perception of him wasn't all that different at the end of the tale. She still saw him as the badass that managed to survive and almost thrive in a place where being all organic would've gotten him killed ten times over. But adding that he was a badass that spent his nights tracking, spying and taking down Arasaka goons and other gang stooges made her feel a little extra hot under the collar. This was not a soul that was out there for glory like how he'd started, this was a man on a mission to try to make the world a better place and make those that destroyed his life pay. But the idea that he also embraced the idea of exploring all that had been lost and learning all that was out there was something fantastic in her opinion.
"Still can't believe you've been doing all this stuff without any back up." Rebecca leaned back on his couch.
"I had to learn to be self-sufficient and it helps that I use everything I get my hands on." Robin sat down next to her. "But it looks like I'll have to be even more covert, and have to move house. I doubt Maine will keep quiet about this shit."
"Actually, I happen to know a way to get you off the hook for that, but it might involve pulling off a few jobs," Rebecca said. "We got a job that just might be tailored made for you and your skills."
"You mean join the crew?" Robin asked.
"Maine rewards loyalty and your skills would make you a shoe-in, same deal as David, of course you might need to prove yourself a bit." Rebecca shrugged. "But, he won't be able to argue against the results. And if my bro speaks out of line, I can shut him up. What do you think?"
Robin grabbed his chin in thought. Working with Maine and his crew would be risky if someone wanted to find him. But there were several advantages, easier movement, and the chance to learn more about Arasaka as they took jobs against them as well. Not only that, but his identity would remain secret if Maine agreed to keep him secret. The risks were great, but the rewards of this partnership would be beneficial in the end.
"Alright, what's the job?" Robin asked, smiling back.
"Ever heard of Headroom Studios?" Rebecca asked.
"They make the Max Headroom program and many others, why?" Robin asked.
"They also work as an underground insider trading of information between gangs of the whole city," Rebecca explained. "And they often get some information of very delicate nature. We were hired to go in and steal the information from one of their servers before the information is auctioned off in three days time, well more like two. So, you think you can pull it off?" Rebecca smirked in an almost challenging way, only for Robin to give her one of his own.
The next day, Rebecca walked into the gang's hangout.
"Yo fam, I'm here," Rebecca greeted, however, all she got were groans.
Every member of the gang minus her were laid out, holding their heads like they were afraid someone would come and kick them open. Strong blocker cartridges laid down on the floor after they got treated from one of their reaper friends. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it would be best compared to the worst hangover the ground had ever felt.
"Well, I can safely say that Rob's stuff has ironed out almost all the kinks," Rebecca said. "How are you guys feeling?"
"Like a truck danced on top of me," David replied.
"My brain feels like it's on fire," Lucy added.
"Becca, if I ever see your boyfriend again, I'm gonna kill him." Pilar flinched. "It hurts to hear my own voice."
"Thank small miracles," Kiwi added.
"Where is he?" Maine asked.
"Right here," Robin spoke, getting everyone's attention. "I heard you need someone to pull a job." Robin grew back to his normal size, only to see Maine's cannon aimed at his head.
"You got two seconds to tell us what you thinking, pal." Maine gritted his teeth from the pain.
"I figured I could buy your silence. Becca told me you guys have a few jobs that require my expertise," Robin revealed. "So, I came to make a deal. I work with you, but I'm a silent partner, heck you don't even have to pay me, give my cut to Rebecca if you want. You're in no condition to pull the job yourself, Maine. Just let me show you we can work together."
Robin and Maine stared at each other like two wolves about to start a fight. It was a battle of dominance and neither wanted to lose. But Maine eventually relented.
"Alright, let's see if you live up to the legends, Ant-Runner." Maine tipped his sunglasses.
Late at night, Maine, Falco, Rebecca, Kiwi and Robin, already in his suit, were parked outside of Headroom Studios.
A big building with lots of antennas poking out of the rooftop and standing as makeshift trees surrounding the four story tall building. Above the front entrance, there was a large screen with the face of Max Headroom smiling and talking to any passerby. The man himself was an artificial intelligence designed to speak the news, and drop commentary about anything and anything. It looked like a man wearing a suit, but his tanned face looked so much like plastic that it blended with his braided blond hair. Add a pair of clear pale blue eyes and a smug grin and you got the wacky mascot of the station.
"Man what a lovely sight," Falco said.
"Yeah, talk about nightmare-inducing." Robin prepared his gear, including some more of his disks.
"So, Ant-Runner, gotta say, that's a bit of a surprise." Falco looked at Robin. "Though you look the part of a comic book hero."
"You know the saying, dress for the job you want." Robin looked out. "Any last minute info, Kiwi? Or are you just trying to hack my helmet?"
"I'll figure it out. Meanwhile, the harddrive you're looking for is in the basement, it's monitored 24 hrs and it is backed up constantly." Kiwi scoffed. "The hallways have all sorts of cameras and require special cards to pass to the lower levels. Also, it is constantly monitored for any changes that take place or if anyone outside their building tries to hack into it to get anything out. You won't be able to get the information without hacking it face to face. Assuming you can even get there in the first place."
"Break a leg, Rob." Rebecca gave him a thumbs up.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys." Robin shrunk down before their eyes.
"Man, that's gotta be trippy," Falco whistled, only for Maine to grunt.
Stealing from a news channel was not Robin's idea of fun. But as he rode on top of his ants, crossing the street and heading past the big screen with Max smiling and speaking nonsense.
"Man, there sure are a lot of bugs lately, right fellas?" Max smirked as Robin flew towards the building. "Good thing I don't have skin or blood, or feelings. Bet it sucks for everyone else though, ha ha!"
"Funny," Robin said.
Robin spotted an exhaust port at the top of the roof, going down through it. The plan was simple, head down to the basement using the air vents to move quickly and without getting anywhere near the many layers of security the building had. Lasers, cameras and locks didn't work on him. One of the perks of being so small that no one could see him coming.
He delved deeper into the ventilation system, pulling up the map that he'd printed after Rebecca had told him about the whole plan. Taking a turn to the right and dropping down to the lower levels, he landed his ant down by the ventilation exits. Peering down, he spotted three information analysts working on the data they were mining and intercepting from all over Night City. They all wore special VR set helmets that kept them laser focused on the task, which also made them look exactly like Max Headroom. Their typing was lightning fast and the amount of information their antennas were capturing was staggering, almost making Robin jealous.
"Wow, now that's a working force." Robin whispered, pulling out his phone. "Alright, guys, I'm at the server room. Which one am I looking for?" He asked through the phone.
"Wow, that was fast. Okay, you're looking for the third server that monitors the South Side," Kiwi told him through the secure channel. "It should be easy to spot."
Robin scanned the room, there were four working stations, each with four servers in them and four techs working through them like working bees. The servers were numbered from one to four with a letter that stood for the different sides of the city, with the one he was looking for being the South.
"I got it," Robin said.
"Good, now just find the server and I guess try to hack it however you can," Kiwi said. "Assuming you know how to."
Just then, one of the servers lit up with a red light, prompting one of the techs to pull out one of the hard drives before putting in a new one. The full hard drive was then taken out and removed from the room, to either sell or reveal on the news. An idea popped into his mind as he and his ants flew in, spotting spare hard drives left on the side.
"I actually have another idea." Robin hung up the call.
He dropped down, landing silently next to the spare hard drives. Making sure that no one was looking, he swung one of his fixed shrinking disks at the empty drive. The disk hit it, making it shrink down to a tiny size. Waiting tentatively for it to continue shrinking, Robin slowly approached the drive. He waited to see if it would stay in the right size. Seeing that nothing was happening, he silently cheered before picking it up.
Robin jumped back on top of his ant and flew straight into the server. He silently snuck inside, keeping everyone in the room from finding out what he was about to do. Passing by the circuitry and the machine pieces on a tight fit, he got close enough to the hard drive to put his plan in action. Jumping on top of the cables connecting to it, grabbing hold of one of them, he pulled them out one by one.
"Hey, something's wrong with the server," One of the techs said. "I'm gonna check it.
Robin tossed another shrinking disk on the hard drive before snatching it.
The tech pulled out the hard drive, only to find it in perfect conditions. They shrugged as they saw that everything was working like normal. Alright, they did not see the small group of ants flying out of the room.
Back in the car, Robin placed the hard drive in Maine's hand.
"One hard drive as ordered," Robin said.
"So those chumps don't know you swiped the whole thing?" Maine asked.
"I figured that it would be easier to get the whole thing than hacking it and risk getting caught." Robin smirked under his mask. "Besides, I'm not a net-runner."
"Good for you," Kiwi said.
"Cool it, Kiwi." Maine turned to Robin. "Well, you did the job and got out scot free, guess you got yourself a deal. Just remember, we each pull our weight and we cover each other's backs. Whatever you're after, you better be straight with us. Rebecca will call you whenever we have a job for you."
Robin nodded understanding his situation. He was in the crew, and his mission would have to take a back seat whenever he was with them. But there were worse ways to spend the rest of his time in Night City.
The crew celebrated what could be the easiest job they'd ever had at their usual spot. They were drinking and cheering like they had gotten away scot free. Though Robin couldn't blame them for celebrating, it wasn't every day that someone pulled a job so cleanly and no one was ever the wiser. At least he didn't think that it was something that usually happened for them.
"Hey, Rob, so how's it feel being part of the cool kids?" Rebecca asked.
"Feel like high school with alcohol," Robin replied. "Still think this was a smart move?"
"Better have Maine and the crew on your side than against you," Rebecca answered. "You weren't gonna ask me to pick sides, right?"
"I hoped it never came down to it. But hopefully this will help all parties involved." Robin took a sip of his drink.
Rebecca looked at him and shrugged.
"Say, you wanna go celebrate somewhere else?" Rebecca tugged at his sleeve, letting peek at her bra.
Robin didn't know how it happened, but he found himself back home with Rebecca driving her tongue into his mouth. Their hands explored each other's bodies like two beasts trying to claim the other for their own primal needs. All those raging hormones that he had when he had when he came of age had come back stronger and wilder than ever. He tasted Rebecca's flavor as she battled him for supremacy, and her taste was something else.
She tasted adrenaline, sugar, wrath, wilderness, alcohol and freedom above all. She tasted like a valkyrie that sought to claim the soul of a warrior that refused to die in battle. Every kiss was a fight and a fight that she wanted to win. There were no words spoken, only passion and desire that had exploded after all that had happened the last few days. This was her primal call to claim a mate worthy of her.
They fell back on the bed as Rebecca pulled herself away from the kiss. Her face flushed red that stood out against her white skin. Her body was so warm at the sight before her that she wanted to dive right back in.
"Gotta say, you're right." Rebecca licked her lips. "You are one hell of a kisser, choom. But are you man enough to take down this tough chrome bitch~?" If her eyes could speak, they would've screamed for primal rutting sex with shiny neon letters.
"Please, be gentle with me." Robin caressed her face as she kissed his hand. "I am a little out of practice. But I gotta say, you look stunning." Robin pulled himself up, kissing Rebecca like if they were in a movie.
"Okay, enough of the mushy stuff." Rebecca unzipped her jacket with such strength that she almost tore it in two. "I've been wanting this for a good while! Now let's have some fun~!" She revealed her body to Robin, surprising him.
She was as pale as the moon with pink tattoos wrapping around her neck, stomach and one of her thighs. It was looking at a sexual goddess of death and fertility from a Mesoamerican culture. Her pale skin glistened with the light of the room, and the tattoos stood out, especially the one that looked like the skull of a ram's head. Despite the size of her body, her breasts were easily sized E-cups held only by a black sports bra, her hips were round and fit with the straps of her black thong poking out of her short shorts.
"You like what you see, Rob~?" Rebecca spoke in a husky tone. "Well, let me see what you've got~." She slipped off his shirt and jacket before slipping down his pants.
"Only if I get to do the same to you!" Robin turned her around before his hands grabbed hold of her short shorts and thong.
They were both in a sixty-nine position as they took off each other's respective clothes. The warmth of their bodies sent them over the edge as their remaining clothes were sent flying. Robin was greeted with Rebecca's cleanly shaven wet dripping pussy right in front of his face as her large thick ass bounced after being freed from her shorts. His mouth watered at the sight of it, much to Rebecca's delight. She then pulled down his pants and underwear, getting a good look of his large all organic manhood and equally large balls.
"Holy shit! I knew you had a huge pair and manhood to match, but," Rebecca stammered. "Can't believe it's all organic… Yum, mama likes~." Rebecca moaned.
"Not scared, are you?" Robin grabbed her large thick ass, making her moan.
"Nah, all it makes me feel is wanting to kick my own ass for not doing this sooner!" She ripped off her sports bra, letting her large E-cup breasts bounce freely.
Rebecca started strong, gobbling up Robin's whole manhood. She didn't get it all down on one try, but she wasn't one to give up so easily. Bobbing her head slowly, she let her tongue and warmth treat his manhood as much as she could. Her warmth and saliva dripped down as her hands rubbed the rest of his dick before going lower. Little by little she managed to suck his cock as deeply as she could.
The feeling of his manhood reaching deeply and into her throat made her wetter and more aroused than before. Her mind went blank as a primal urge and desire fed her onwards. She pulled back before letting her tongue lick and dane around his large growing dick. It was so wild and manly that she couldn't help but drool. Slurping and sucking on Robin's manhood, she got a taste of his precum as it grew thick inside his manhood and her mouth. It was so thick that it dawned on Rebecca's mind that the man under her had spent the last two years without a woman's touch. Wich made her even hornier as a slutty smile spread on her face.
Robin, for his part, moaned and groaned as Rebecca feasted upon his manhood. His abstinence had left him sensitive, and she was devouring him like a wild beast. Only fair that he did the same. Groping her ass with his hands, he plunged into her awaiting wet pussy. Feasting upon her folds, he licked and tasted his valkyrie, his wasp like a hungry beast. Her juices were hot and needy as his tongue licked and danced inside her folds like a New Year's dancer dancing the time away. He felt her folds tightening around his tongue as he probed deeper into her in search of her more lively spots. Her thighs wrapped around his head as she droubled her efforts to tame him. But he was not going down.
He pulled back his tongue before inserting two of his fingers inside her. He rubbed and poked around inside her as his tongue played with her clit like a cat lapping milk. Her muffled moans and groans made him go harder against her wet and creamy folds. Her folds tightened as he rubbed his fingers inside her, making touching her all the more enticing. His mind drifted between holding out on as long as he could against her intense sucking as well as the wartmth that her juices were giving him. They were dripping down to his chest as her saliva was making his manhood all to ready to fire. But he could tell that she was about to cum herself. He would not lose this battle.
"You ready~?!"
"Any second~!"
They both felt it, weeks of sexual tension building up to this first of many climaxes. Rebecca's folds quivered and danced around Robin's tongue as his manhood grew and his balls churned inside her mouth. They both doubled their efforts to make the other one cum first. Their hips moved in unison, thrusting into their lovers respective mouths like wild animals in a mating frenzy. But their actions had a double edged effect on them, taking them to the very brink of sanity and passion.
They came together, filling each other's mouths with their love juices and seeds. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads as they felt themselves climaxing with their beloved. They stayed together like that, feeling their juices and mating urges burn and hold each other together like a permanent seal. Robin tasted Rebecca's wild tasting warm juices filling his mouth and coating his tongue as Rebecca savored Robin's thick salty sweet warm juices while her brain and throat drowned in it. They stayed together for at least another five minutes, climaxing their brains out to the point Rebecca almost felt like a rebooting computer.
"That was fucking nove, babe~," Rebecca slurred. "You were backed up so much, and still hard as all hell~. I wanna feel this monster inside of me~." Sexual scenarios danced in Rebecca's mind as she eyed Robin's glistening manhood.
"And you came like someone unlocked the flood gates~. Guess you were looking forward to this more than I was." He licked his lips before spanking Rebecca's ass, making it bounce. "You wanna be on top?"
"It's how I ride, but I'll let you fuck me from behind if you are still standing~," Rebecca replied.
She didn't wait for him to reply. She pulled herself up, aiming her wet, dripping pussy on top of his manhood. Plunging herself down, she let out a loud ear-piercing moan as his manhood spread its way inside her like a train going into a tunnel. Her eyes rolled back, becoming unfocused as her teeth gritted as she tried not to climax. The feeling of her guts getting rearranged was not necessarily a bad one, but she needed a second before bouncing her large thick ass against her stud.
"You okay, Becca?" Robin asked.
"J-J-Just give me a sec~... Fuck, you're hung~." Becca muttered before her hips came back to life. "Get ready baby, I'm gonna milk you~!" Lifting her large pale ass slowly, she slammed herself back down like a wild girl.
Robin moaned loudly as Rebecca rode him in a reverse cowgirl position. The sight of her large bouncing ass smacking against his pelvis like a bat out of hell. The warmth that enveloped and milked him with every single bounce was unlike anything he'd remembered. It was like he was actually being milked like a breeding stud. He even wondered if Becca had gotten chrome down there, but he quickly denied that thought. She was as organic as him down there. He just needed to be sure.
As she grabbed onto his legs for support, he grabbed hold of her ass, groping it as hard as he could. The warmth intensified around his cock as he played with her surprisingly soft ass. Her moans and screams of pleasure told him he was doing a good job, but her challenging smirk told him she wanted more.
"Come on, Rob~! Spank my ass~! I know you've been dying to~!" Rebecca kept on bouncing on his manhood like a wild cowgirl.
Robin pulled back one of his hands before letting it rip against her sfot ass cheeks. He got a loud moan out of her and begging for more.
Spank!
"More~!"
Spank!
"More~!"
Spank!
"More~!"
Spank!
"More~!"
Spank!
"More~! Fuck yeah~!"
She moaned loudly as her pussy wrapped tighter around Robin's manhood like a vice. Rebecca didn't care if she sounded like a whore that needed her fix. She wanted it all. Against her better judgement, she turned around, letting Robin gaze upon her large bouncing breasts. Smirking, she saw what his eyes were instantly glued to and she loved it. Her hands grabbed hold of her large tits, bouncing them around as she slammed herself on his manhood, smiling like a cock drunk slut.
"Seeing something you like, Rob~?! Come on, make me see stars~!" Rebecca dared as her hair clung to her face from the sweat.
Robin grabbed her hips pushing her down against his manhood. He thrusted in unison with her bouncing making her bounce harder. The riples of pleasure, the warmth and the euphoria that they shared drove him to the edge, making him no more than a beast wanting to mate and claim the woman on top of him as his own. His grip grew stronger as she slammed her harder, hitting her G-spot like a hot piston inside an engine!
Rebecca moaned and groaned as she pinched her nipples. Her tongue hung out as she moaned out in pleasure. She came and came, coating Robin's manhood in her juices. There was no denying it. She was in love with him and wanted to fuck with him like a wild beast every single chance they got. Her body responded to her feelings, wrapping and milking his manhood until she couldn't hold it in much longer. Her G-spot was being punched over and over like a hammer hitting hot metal. She pulled him close to look into his eyes as they came.
"Rebecca, I'm cumming!" Robin yelled.
"Me too! Fill me up! Mark me as your bitch!" Rebecca bounced harder.
Robin's manhood grew larger inside Rebecca's pussy as her folds tightened up, rubbing and milking him for all he had. They moaned in unison as they climaxed together, but they didn't slow down. They continued bouncing and thrusting into each other as their juices mixed and swirled inside of Rebecca. They let out a last mighty moan of pleasure as the heat and intensity of their mating reached its apex. They kissed, wildly and passionately as they laid there.
Their arms wrapped around each other as they fell back on the bed, tired out from their primal love making.
"That was so fucking worth it…" Rebecca slurred. "You sure you don't have something that makes you amazing in bed?"
"Maybe it's because you're the first woman I've had in some time and I didn't want to disappoint…" Robin rubbed her back.
"You can be such a dork and so badass that I love you." Rebecca kissed Robin once more. "And I can tell you still want more~."
Robin's face flushed as he felt his manhood harden inside of Rebecca once more.
"You did say I could take you anyway I wanted if I was," Robin said.
"Then let's make the neighbors jealous~." Rebecca pulled herself up, placing herself on her hands and knees before Robin, presenting her freshly fucked pussy. "Make my mind go blank you stud~."
Robin couldn't ignore such a request, it was an invitation worthy of answering. Standing behind Rebecca's large thick ass, he rubbed his tip against her hot folds. Her moans enticed him all the more before thrusting into her. This was the best way to celebrate the start of a long and fortuitous new relationship.
"NOVA~!"