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kinkfestTitle: The Latest Fad
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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: As the prompt would imply, machine sex.
Word count: 1878
Prompt: Final Fantasy X; Rikku/Yuna: fucking machines - The latest Al Bhed marvels
Summary: Rikku convinces Yuna to try out this cool new invention she's been working on.
A/N: I hope you like. I would have liked to have made the sex portions longer, but I haven't had the time to really expand it.
Rikku led her cousin down the stairs to her tiny workshop. “Yunie, thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this. This is gonna be great.”
Yuna lifted her skirt as she made her way down the oil-stained steps. “I didn’t say anything about helping. I was just interested in knowing what it is you’ve been working on for so long.”
“Oh, you’ll wanna help with this. You’ll enjoy it. Assuming it works right.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
The pair made it to the floor below. Rikku pulled open a door and gestured for Yuna to step through first. “No, it’s gonna work. I’m pretty sure about that. Almost positive.”
“Your words aren’t very encouraging.” Yuna stepped through the door and into Rikku’s workspace. “And you still haven’t told me anythi—what on Spira is that?”
The center of the room was occupied by a chair unlike any Yuna had ever seen. The seat, covered in black leather, reclined at about a forty-five degree angle. Metal stirrups lined in padding extended from the seat’s base. Most concerning, however, were the two suggestive rods protruding from the seat itself.
Rikku jumped beside the device and gestured at it in a show-off pose. “Pretty neat, huh?”
“I don’t even know what it is.”
“You mean you can’t tell?” Rikku smiled. “Fucking machines. The latest Al Bhed marvels. They’ve been having a mild boom lately, so I thought why not get in on this one?”
Yuna stared at the machine. She began to understand what it was designed for. “You mean, a person sits on that seat, on those, those things, and—”
“Spreads her legs out on these,” Rikku patted one of the stirrups, “then leans back, and presses the big red button on the right arm rest there. I decided to go simple on this one.”
“You call this simple?” Yuna raised an eyebrow.
“Simple enough.” Rikku shrugged. “Anyway, it’s all done. I finished calibrating it this morning, so it should be good to go. I just need a test subject for the first run on it.”
“Okay. Why don’t you test it yourself?”
“I’d love to, except I need to monitor the equipment during the test. Kinda hard to do when you’ve got these things whirring around in you.” Rikku ran a hand over the rods in the seat.
“Then why are you asking me?”
“Because you’re a kind and considerate person. Also, I’d ask Lulu, I mean, she could really use some loosening up, you know? Except she’d probably turn me to ash.”
“Come on, Rikku, she’s a black mage, not a witch.”
“Same diff, really. Anyway, I’ve already ruled her out, and you are my favorite cousin.”
“How many female cousins do you have?”
Rikku paused. Counted her fingers and mumbled. Looked up. “One.”
“And if something goes wrong?”
“Who better than someone trained in white magic that can take care of her own injuries?”
Yuna stared. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“Come on. Pleeeeeeeease.” Rikku clasped her hands together. Gave Yuna the innocent eye. “I swear on my honor as an Al Bhed that you won’t get hurt.”
“That’s better. I suppose. But you seriously haven’t tested this on anyone else?”
“Nope. To be honest, it’s a little hard finding people that’d agree to test it.”
Yuna imagined the rods whirring to life, only to malfunction while in use. “I can’t imagine why.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
It was Yuna’s turn to give an innocent face, though hers was laced with a tinge of disgust. “No.”
“Look, if you agree to help me, I’ll do you any favor you want. Buy you blitzball tickets.”
“I can get those for free from Wakka any time I want, Rikku.”
“Oh. Huh. I suppose you could.” She paused. “Concert tickets?”
“You’re not going to let this drop, are you?”
“Of course not, Yunie. I need someone to help me test.” Rikku sounded desperate. “Even Brother is trying to get in on the fad, and I can’t let him beat me in this.”
Yuna opened her mouth. Blinked. “Brother? Seriously?”
“I know. And his design concept is terrible.”
Did all of Al Bhed society go insane when I wasn’t looking? “You don’t have to say anything more about that.”
“Really? You sure? ‘Cause he thought it would be—”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
“All right. But you should really see what he—”
“Rikku.” Yuna rubbed her temples. “Fine, I’ll help you out. Just don’t tell me anything about Brother’s machine, all right?”
Rikku jumped, excited. Clapped her hands. “Yes. I mean, thank you.”
“So what should I do?”
“Well, first you’ve gotta strip.”
“I mean after that.”
“Just relax. I’ll guide you through it. Now take your clothes off.”
This is a horrible idea. Why am I going along with this? Yuna turned away. Pulled off her boots, top and the separated sleeves. She looked over her shoulder. Saw that Rikku displayed little patience as she waited. “Isn’t there something you should be doing?”
“Hmm? Oh, no. Everything’s already set up.” Rikku smiled.
Yuna shook her head. Removed her skirt. Paused to look at her almost nude form. Stripped her panties off and left them with the rest of her clothes, neatly stacked against the wall.
“Looking good, Yunie.”
“Let’s just get this over with. Please.”
“All right.” Rikku ran around the chair and took Yuna by the hand. “Now, come over here and just have a seat.”
Yuna took another look at the chair. The two rods appeared to have been lubricated when she wasn’t looking. This is going to hurt. She turned around and began to sit. Held onto the armrests as she positioned herself over the rods. Paused.
Rikku leaned in with an inquisitive look. “Well? What’re you waiting for?”
“I think you’d stop too, if you were about to do this.”
“Nervous, huh? Here, let me help.” The blonde reached for Yuna’s shoulders. Pressed down.
“No, really, Rikku, that’s quite all ri—ah!” Pain seared through Yuna’s asshole. She bit her lip.
“Hoo boy. Good thing I spiked that lube with some healing potion.” Rikku picked up a clipboard. “Better make a note about this.”
Yuna took several deep breaths as the potion kicked into effect. The pain dulled, and then vanished. This is the last time I help Rikku with anything like this.
“Okay, now put your legs in the stirrups.”
“Right.” Yuna lifted one leg and set it into place, then the other. Rikku adjusted the seatback and gave her more room to recline. “Are we ready yet?”
“Yep.” Rikku smiled. “Go ahead and push that big red button.”
Yuna closed her eyes. Prayed. Pressed the button. She felt the cold rods whir to life inside her. Braced herself as they rotated one way, then the other. They pumped into her together. “Ah. Rikku, what are they supposed to be doing?”
“Well, they should be finished measuring you right about now.”
“M-measuring me?”
“Well, yeah. Any second now, they should start—”
The rod in Yuna’s crotch pumped. “Ah. This is—oh.” The rod in her ass followed.
“—giving you a nice hard fuck. Cool, huh?”
“Easy f-for you to say.” Yuna bucked her hips as the thrusts continued to alternate. “You’re not the on-ah. The one sitting here.”
“And how does it feel?”
“What do yo-oh. You think?”
“Pretty good?”
Pretty good? Yuna gasped. The initial pain had subsided. She felt the rods twist and turn; they rubbed inside her and became warm as her arousal grew. “Y-yeah. Pretty good.”
Rikku clapped her hands. “I knew it. Now hold on. I’m gonna increase the output.”
“Increase the—Rikku. I thought you were going to—oh wow. To play it safe.”
“Well, yeah. But we already know it’s safe, so.” Rikku moved a hand where Yuna couldn’t see. However, she could hear the click of a dial being moved several notches. “Enjoy.”
Yuna gripped the armrests. Held on for her life as the rods accelerated. Fucked her harder. Her whole body rocked with each thrust. Grew hot. “Ri—ah. Rikku, oh.” Too much. She began to pant. Need to sto—
A powerful orgasm coursed through her body. Interrupted her thoughts. She moaned, unable to control herself. So good. Need more.
As Yuna came down from her high, she heard Rikku’s voice. It sounded distant to her dazed mind. “You had enough?”
“No. Keep going.”
“Seriously? You look like you’re done.”
“Another round. Please?”
“And here I had to beg you just to try this thing.” Rikku smiled. “I guess that’s a good sign. All right, when you’re ready to stop, just say ‘frah’. Though, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to turn it up just a little more.”
As the power increased further, Yuna’s body thrashed. Her legs rattled the stirrups. The warmth in her crotch rose from the orgasm. Her vision blurred; Rikku and the workshop faded, and she saw herself between two powerful members of the ronso tribe. Their cocks pounded her. Yuna felt their warm breath on her bare skin. She reached up. Groped her breasts. She sensed that words were flying from her mouth, but she couldn’t understand them. Couldn’t care. More.
Yuna let go of her breasts. Reached out with her arms. Hugged the ronso in front of her. The figure changed in her grasp. Became more slender. Breasts appeared on its chest. She fondled them. The ronso struggled against her; fucked her more. It leaned back, out of her reach, yet continued to fuck her with its immense strength as its brother behind her did the same. Her entire body felt on fire.
She came a second time, harder than before. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she voiced an incoherent moan. Passed out.
“Hey, Yunie, you okay?”
“Mmm?” Yuna opened her eyes. Her whole body ached. “Rikku?”
“Geez, you had me worried there. You were really out of it. First you’re begging a pair of ronso studs to fuck you stupid, then you put me in a hold and suddenly I’m getting molested.”
Yuna blushed. Vague memories of her hallucination played back in her mind. “I, oh. That—I’m so sorry.”
“Nah, that’s all right.” Rikku grinned. Rubbed her hands together. “You just proved this machine is a total success. Here, lemme help you off of the seat.”
Yuna allowed Rikku to take hold of her body. She eased upward. Shuddered as the rods slid out of her crotch and asshole. Her hair was matted with sweat; her entire body felt as though she had just had an actual threesome with a pair of muscular ronsos. As she pulled her legs from the stirrups and set her feet on the cold metal floor, she bit her lip. I’m so wiped. Don’t feel like standing. But.
“Hey, Yunie.” Rikku waved a hand in front of her cousin’s face. “Yoohoo? Spira to Yuna? You all right? Geez, maybe I overdid it.”
Yuna shook her head. “No, no. Not at all. But you know, if you need to run another test—” She ran a finger along the length of one of the rods, “—I’m free tomorrow.”
“Cool. When?”
Yuna smiled. “All day long.”
Author:
burningmayo Rating: NC-17
Warnings: As the prompt would imply, machine sex.
Word count: 1878
Prompt: Final Fantasy X; Rikku/Yuna: fucking machines - The latest Al Bhed marvels
Summary: Rikku convinces Yuna to try out this cool new invention she's been working on.
A/N: I hope you like. I would have liked to have made the sex portions longer, but I haven't had the time to really expand it.
Rikku led her cousin down the stairs to her tiny workshop. “Yunie, thank you so much for agreeing to help me with this. This is gonna be great.”
Yuna lifted her skirt as she made her way down the oil-stained steps. “I didn’t say anything about helping. I was just interested in knowing what it is you’ve been working on for so long.”
“Oh, you’ll wanna help with this. You’ll enjoy it. Assuming it works right.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
The pair made it to the floor below. Rikku pulled open a door and gestured for Yuna to step through first. “No, it’s gonna work. I’m pretty sure about that. Almost positive.”
“Your words aren’t very encouraging.” Yuna stepped through the door and into Rikku’s workspace. “And you still haven’t told me anythi—what on Spira is that?”
The center of the room was occupied by a chair unlike any Yuna had ever seen. The seat, covered in black leather, reclined at about a forty-five degree angle. Metal stirrups lined in padding extended from the seat’s base. Most concerning, however, were the two suggestive rods protruding from the seat itself.
Rikku jumped beside the device and gestured at it in a show-off pose. “Pretty neat, huh?”
“I don’t even know what it is.”
“You mean you can’t tell?” Rikku smiled. “Fucking machines. The latest Al Bhed marvels. They’ve been having a mild boom lately, so I thought why not get in on this one?”
Yuna stared at the machine. She began to understand what it was designed for. “You mean, a person sits on that seat, on those, those things, and—”
“Spreads her legs out on these,” Rikku patted one of the stirrups, “then leans back, and presses the big red button on the right arm rest there. I decided to go simple on this one.”
“You call this simple?” Yuna raised an eyebrow.
“Simple enough.” Rikku shrugged. “Anyway, it’s all done. I finished calibrating it this morning, so it should be good to go. I just need a test subject for the first run on it.”
“Okay. Why don’t you test it yourself?”
“I’d love to, except I need to monitor the equipment during the test. Kinda hard to do when you’ve got these things whirring around in you.” Rikku ran a hand over the rods in the seat.
“Then why are you asking me?”
“Because you’re a kind and considerate person. Also, I’d ask Lulu, I mean, she could really use some loosening up, you know? Except she’d probably turn me to ash.”
“Come on, Rikku, she’s a black mage, not a witch.”
“Same diff, really. Anyway, I’ve already ruled her out, and you are my favorite cousin.”
“How many female cousins do you have?”
Rikku paused. Counted her fingers and mumbled. Looked up. “One.”
“And if something goes wrong?”
“Who better than someone trained in white magic that can take care of her own injuries?”
Yuna stared. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“Come on. Pleeeeeeeease.” Rikku clasped her hands together. Gave Yuna the innocent eye. “I swear on my honor as an Al Bhed that you won’t get hurt.”
“That’s better. I suppose. But you seriously haven’t tested this on anyone else?”
“Nope. To be honest, it’s a little hard finding people that’d agree to test it.”
Yuna imagined the rods whirring to life, only to malfunction while in use. “I can’t imagine why.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
It was Yuna’s turn to give an innocent face, though hers was laced with a tinge of disgust. “No.”
“Look, if you agree to help me, I’ll do you any favor you want. Buy you blitzball tickets.”
“I can get those for free from Wakka any time I want, Rikku.”
“Oh. Huh. I suppose you could.” She paused. “Concert tickets?”
“You’re not going to let this drop, are you?”
“Of course not, Yunie. I need someone to help me test.” Rikku sounded desperate. “Even Brother is trying to get in on the fad, and I can’t let him beat me in this.”
Yuna opened her mouth. Blinked. “Brother? Seriously?”
“I know. And his design concept is terrible.”
Did all of Al Bhed society go insane when I wasn’t looking? “You don’t have to say anything more about that.”
“Really? You sure? ‘Cause he thought it would be—”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
“All right. But you should really see what he—”
“Rikku.” Yuna rubbed her temples. “Fine, I’ll help you out. Just don’t tell me anything about Brother’s machine, all right?”
Rikku jumped, excited. Clapped her hands. “Yes. I mean, thank you.”
“So what should I do?”
“Well, first you’ve gotta strip.”
“I mean after that.”
“Just relax. I’ll guide you through it. Now take your clothes off.”
This is a horrible idea. Why am I going along with this? Yuna turned away. Pulled off her boots, top and the separated sleeves. She looked over her shoulder. Saw that Rikku displayed little patience as she waited. “Isn’t there something you should be doing?”
“Hmm? Oh, no. Everything’s already set up.” Rikku smiled.
Yuna shook her head. Removed her skirt. Paused to look at her almost nude form. Stripped her panties off and left them with the rest of her clothes, neatly stacked against the wall.
“Looking good, Yunie.”
“Let’s just get this over with. Please.”
“All right.” Rikku ran around the chair and took Yuna by the hand. “Now, come over here and just have a seat.”
Yuna took another look at the chair. The two rods appeared to have been lubricated when she wasn’t looking. This is going to hurt. She turned around and began to sit. Held onto the armrests as she positioned herself over the rods. Paused.
Rikku leaned in with an inquisitive look. “Well? What’re you waiting for?”
“I think you’d stop too, if you were about to do this.”
“Nervous, huh? Here, let me help.” The blonde reached for Yuna’s shoulders. Pressed down.
“No, really, Rikku, that’s quite all ri—ah!” Pain seared through Yuna’s asshole. She bit her lip.
“Hoo boy. Good thing I spiked that lube with some healing potion.” Rikku picked up a clipboard. “Better make a note about this.”
Yuna took several deep breaths as the potion kicked into effect. The pain dulled, and then vanished. This is the last time I help Rikku with anything like this.
“Okay, now put your legs in the stirrups.”
“Right.” Yuna lifted one leg and set it into place, then the other. Rikku adjusted the seatback and gave her more room to recline. “Are we ready yet?”
“Yep.” Rikku smiled. “Go ahead and push that big red button.”
Yuna closed her eyes. Prayed. Pressed the button. She felt the cold rods whir to life inside her. Braced herself as they rotated one way, then the other. They pumped into her together. “Ah. Rikku, what are they supposed to be doing?”
“Well, they should be finished measuring you right about now.”
“M-measuring me?”
“Well, yeah. Any second now, they should start—”
The rod in Yuna’s crotch pumped. “Ah. This is—oh.” The rod in her ass followed.
“—giving you a nice hard fuck. Cool, huh?”
“Easy f-for you to say.” Yuna bucked her hips as the thrusts continued to alternate. “You’re not the on-ah. The one sitting here.”
“And how does it feel?”
“What do yo-oh. You think?”
“Pretty good?”
Pretty good? Yuna gasped. The initial pain had subsided. She felt the rods twist and turn; they rubbed inside her and became warm as her arousal grew. “Y-yeah. Pretty good.”
Rikku clapped her hands. “I knew it. Now hold on. I’m gonna increase the output.”
“Increase the—Rikku. I thought you were going to—oh wow. To play it safe.”
“Well, yeah. But we already know it’s safe, so.” Rikku moved a hand where Yuna couldn’t see. However, she could hear the click of a dial being moved several notches. “Enjoy.”
Yuna gripped the armrests. Held on for her life as the rods accelerated. Fucked her harder. Her whole body rocked with each thrust. Grew hot. “Ri—ah. Rikku, oh.” Too much. She began to pant. Need to sto—
A powerful orgasm coursed through her body. Interrupted her thoughts. She moaned, unable to control herself. So good. Need more.
As Yuna came down from her high, she heard Rikku’s voice. It sounded distant to her dazed mind. “You had enough?”
“No. Keep going.”
“Seriously? You look like you’re done.”
“Another round. Please?”
“And here I had to beg you just to try this thing.” Rikku smiled. “I guess that’s a good sign. All right, when you’re ready to stop, just say ‘frah’. Though, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to turn it up just a little more.”
As the power increased further, Yuna’s body thrashed. Her legs rattled the stirrups. The warmth in her crotch rose from the orgasm. Her vision blurred; Rikku and the workshop faded, and she saw herself between two powerful members of the ronso tribe. Their cocks pounded her. Yuna felt their warm breath on her bare skin. She reached up. Groped her breasts. She sensed that words were flying from her mouth, but she couldn’t understand them. Couldn’t care. More.
Yuna let go of her breasts. Reached out with her arms. Hugged the ronso in front of her. The figure changed in her grasp. Became more slender. Breasts appeared on its chest. She fondled them. The ronso struggled against her; fucked her more. It leaned back, out of her reach, yet continued to fuck her with its immense strength as its brother behind her did the same. Her entire body felt on fire.
She came a second time, harder than before. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she voiced an incoherent moan. Passed out.
“Hey, Yunie, you okay?”
“Mmm?” Yuna opened her eyes. Her whole body ached. “Rikku?”
“Geez, you had me worried there. You were really out of it. First you’re begging a pair of ronso studs to fuck you stupid, then you put me in a hold and suddenly I’m getting molested.”
Yuna blushed. Vague memories of her hallucination played back in her mind. “I, oh. That—I’m so sorry.”
“Nah, that’s all right.” Rikku grinned. Rubbed her hands together. “You just proved this machine is a total success. Here, lemme help you off of the seat.”
Yuna allowed Rikku to take hold of her body. She eased upward. Shuddered as the rods slid out of her crotch and asshole. Her hair was matted with sweat; her entire body felt as though she had just had an actual threesome with a pair of muscular ronsos. As she pulled her legs from the stirrups and set her feet on the cold metal floor, she bit her lip. I’m so wiped. Don’t feel like standing. But.
“Hey, Yunie.” Rikku waved a hand in front of her cousin’s face. “Yoohoo? Spira to Yuna? You all right? Geez, maybe I overdid it.”
Yuna shook her head. “No, no. Not at all. But you know, if you need to run another test—” She ran a finger along the length of one of the rods, “—I’m free tomorrow.”
“Cool. When?”
Yuna smiled. “All day long.”
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