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“Hey, Kitt~”

“Mina, I do not want to do any more of your errands! I am busy this weekend! Schera wants to buy physical copies of games due to game company policies becoming unfavorable while Kune wants me to help him get a passport, so people stop mistaking him as a kid!”

“Aww… So does this mean you don't want to meet your good friend R-1? Besides, I’m sure Schera can do that by himself, and we can easily get Kune what he wants.”

“R-1? You're joking…”

“He's been eager to work with you again ever since you left Athltea~ You wouldn't want to leave him hanging, right?”

“Err… F-fine! What do you want?!”

In The Agency’s moon base, Kitt found himself invited by his dear sister to its café where they enjoyed the breathtaking view while sharing coffee together, only for their meet-up to suddenly turn into Mina asking Kitt to participate in another mission across dimensions. This time, however, Kitt had a fair reason to accept, because just as he shot his head back in disappointment, paws on his eyes and sighing in reluctance, a familiar face sat down next to the counter where the two drank.

“Hello, Kitt!”

“Who are you? Wait, that face, that voice, those horns, those reptilian stripes, those letters and numbers on your jaw! R-1?!”

“Hehe! Yes, it’s me!”

“But you were a giant dinosaur! How is this possible? Unless this is kind of like a mini version of yourself that you’re controlling?”

“Mhm, I guess you could say that. Your friends made me a smaller body with the resources shared by Drac Tech after our successful week-long hunt, making this robot doll for me to control and use in smaller spaces without, you know, wrecking everything when I turn. My original body is back home, and so I have implanted a bit of my nano goo to control this doll.”

“I see! Does this mean we’ll work together again?!”

“I don’t know~ Maybe ask your sister~”

Kitt excitedly turned to Mina with Mina only giving a happy nod to her brother as the excited cat immediately held R-1’s claws in excitement. They wouldn’t get going immediately but instead, R-1 was served coffee to enjoy so that the PDA could try an original experience while Mina briefed them on their new mission right there.

“Since your plans are relatively simple, I guess I can tell you what your little adventure will be about. Anyways, Drac Tech wants you to pair up with R-1 here again due to your… impressive sperm count~ Ahem! Totally because you’re a very skilled pilot. They want you to investigate a rundown facility of theirs that had collapsed. DDAs or whatever they’re called can’t fit and a proper clean-up crew can’t be dispatched due to the uncertain danger level. It had been a while since they checked up on the facility and since a physical first-hand scouting is more reliable than a remote-controlled one, they decided to have you two check it out.”

“What? Couldn’t they have just deployed more DDAs at the same time?”

“Something about minimizing casualties and noise. They said sending in a huge force when they’re uncertain of the level of threat would be risky.”

“Wait, so they expect me to lose my life?”

“Of course not! That’s why they want you to help again. Don’t worry, I have something to make your exploration easier. I’m not useless, Kitt.”

“But definitely lazy. If Nova was here, he could do it in under a second.”

“I’ve debated doing that, but forcing two dangerous slime creatures to meet would have many uncertain outcomes. What are we going to do if Nova gets corrupted?”

“Oh… I guess that’s reasonable…”

After a bit more back-and-forth questioning about the specifics of Kitt’s mission, the three finished their coffees, with R-1 having an eye-catching way of tasting coffee as his visor opened to show a lewd latex sucker which he used to sip the coffee and process as low-level energy. Once done, Mina handed Kitt a familiar black case along with a bigger metal one that contained his laser rifle and the storage pack to go along with it. Kitt quickly opened the familiar black case, and once he saw the contents, he gave an eager smile to himself before rushing to the café’s bathroom. What was inside was Kitt’s beloved carbon badge which he immediately pinned to his shirt.

The badge then melted into black nano goo which spread throughout his body, melting away his clothes and replacing it with a tight latex suit. Kitt couldn’t believe he was wearing such a wonderful piece again and thoroughly enjoyed the suit as each different part materialized, rubbing his nipples before the armor plates formed and giving his excited rod a hasty stroke before it was covered by plates as well. Like before, the transformation of the latex suit into a protective armor was quick and easy. And this time, Kitt knew how to take off his helmet after his last experience with armor was an uncomfortably moist one.

“I’m back!”

“Ah, Kitt! Your sister had left early as she said she had a meeting to attend and entrusted me with a letter that would let us travel back to my world for our mission. I was also told to give you these special canisters. I don’t recognize the technology, but they seem very primitive. And… you’re wearing such a handsome suit, as usual, Kitt~”

“Aww… Thank you! This is probably an odd thing to say but I’m excited to get into trouble because that means I can wear you again…”

“Let’s hope that it won't come to that, though. But if it does, I will make sure to keep you safe as usual!”

Although their mission was incredibly dangerous, Kitt brushed off any thoughts of doubt that they would fail with the idea of being encased in R-1’s soft latex lining again. But now that Kitt was done suiting up, the two left the moon base’s café, headed to its lobby, and teleported back to the main base of The Agency in the forests of Jerany. From there, Kitt guided R-1 to the operator of the interdimensional travel portal, handing their special note for them to be transported to Athltea. It was a hasty process thanks to the two world’s advanced technology and the two found themselves at Ganymedo-10’s courtyard where R-1’s original body was resting.

“So this is where your original body was?”

“Yup! Unfortunately, I can only control one at a time. We’ll travel to our mission location on foot or claw if we’re getting technical. Let me stow away the little body first before we can ride out.”

The aforementioned mission location was an abandoned facility that bordered the edge of the Callispo Canopy and a swamp. Since the Lumivexes thrived in moist environments, it was easy for them to infest around rainforests, marshes, shores, and other bodies of water. The abandoned facility was located between two wet environments, which was a double-edged sword as it allowed Drac Tech to study Lumivexes as they showed up at their front door. It was also extremely dangerous due to being in between popular infestation spots. The facility eventually fell after an employee was infected and forced many to evacuate Ganymedo-10.

R-1 eventually controlled his smaller self to get in a metal crate before returning control to his original body and carrying it on his lower back. And now that his second body was settled for transport, it was time for Kitt to ride again. Kitt didn’t even need persuasion to get into R-1’s cavity and confidently set his foot in while the protective parts of his armor were stripped away again. The rookie hunter once again found themselves face-to-face with their PDA’s many stimulating tools, but this time, they eagerly accepted each one. The entrance would close up first before the cavity began secreting its blue latex, adhering to Kitt’s suit. Everything felt normal as usual until Kitt felt a solid object form around his neck.

“Wait, what’s this collar? Why do you need to collar me? I-I’m not a pet cat!”

“Hmm? You don’t remember? It’s called a Synolar. It allows our senses to connect and communicate with just our thoughts!”

“I see… Strange that I didn’t realize I was wearing this before…”

“Before I forget, would you like to take control of me? You can experience what it’s like to be a PDA for once~”

“I-I would love to!”

“I know you would~ Then let’s get your body in place so we can start~”

As excited as his throbbing manhood, Kitt stuck his limbs into each of R-1’s slots and wore the pilot mask with little resistance. R-1 would make the appropriate changes as usual like stuffing the cavity with as much sleek rubbery lining to hold Kitt in place before liquid latex oozed from the cavity’s walls to form into tentacles to restrain Kitt’s body further. With Kitt in place, R-1 finished the setup by introducing Kitt to stimulation, extending the latex sleeve of his slit to latch onto Kitt’s crotch, allowing the cat’s cock to be ready for efficient extraction as well as opening the rectum for insertion.

“(To remain focused, I’ll keep the stimulation at a minimum. Is that alright, Kitt?)”

“(N-no problem at all… Wooo~)”

Everything came naturally to Kitt after his week-long experience with the PDA, instinctively relaxing his entire body and accepting the tentacle in his throat and the cock in his ass. Kitt showed resistance to every stimulation, simply taking deep, rubber-scented breaths as he braced for climax. Then, orgasm was reached before Kitt even left the base’s perimeter. But after offering his seed to R-1 for the first time today, he gained a moment of clarity before finding a noticeable shift in control, feeling his tight wet body residing in R-1’s cavity be hit with a gentle breeze, confusing Kitt into “stepping back” and feel the ground beneath him.

“(Did I just feel a gust of wind blow against my face? Are there fans inside of you, R-1? Wait, I feel like my feet are stepping on dirt, but my feet were perfectly clean when I came in!)”

“(It’ll take a while getting used to, but I have given you control of my wonderful body, so, come on, test it out!)”

“(Eh?! I’m controlling you now?)”

Surprised, Kitt reflexively held his head out of shock, finding R-1’s arms moving and scratching his head with the same motion he should have made if his arms weren’t stuck in the PDA’s latex slots. Kitt then thought of turning his body around in confusion to find R-1 turning in response as well. Kitt tried to shake his fluffy tail wrapped in latex and that too caused R-1’s thick raptor tail to sway. Lastly, Kitt’s stamina was slowly replenishing so he tried stiffening his cock which then caused an armor plate underneath R-1 to open, revealing the PDA’s own fleshy root.

“(M-my dick! It feels huge!)”

“(Hehe, is that really what you’ll focus on, Kitt? I mean, I don’t blame you as its size is quite impressive~ Now, shall we head to our destination?)”

“(I’m really going to walk all the way there?)”

“(If you don’t feel like it, then I can always regain control and walk for you.)”

“(No, no, no! This is amazing! I’ll gladly pilot you for real!)”

The indescribable sensation of feeling everything R-1 was feeling hit Kitt’s sense of reality like a truck. He felt everything that R-1 was feeling; every gentle breeze that hit the PDA’s rubbery hide, every small stone pressed under the PDA’s claws, even their Kitt could feel their protective thoughts. Warmth and comfort gently filled Kitt’s mind as he shared mind and body with the kind PDA, leaving him in pleasant bliss as he slowly strode forward, taking each step with subtle force. Kitt could still feel how his body was stimulated from the inside, but it didn’t bother him. He may be hard and showed arousal from R-1’s exposed root, but the pleasure wasn’t distracting enough to stop him from enjoying the true experience of piloting a PDA.

Kitt eventually picked up the pace as he got comfortable, his patient steps shifting into an excited jog before turning into an energetic sprint. Excitement filled Kitt once more, not just what’s below but a genuine rush to enjoy this body to its fullest. R-1 was more than happy to feel Kitt’s joyful thoughts about piloting him, simply standing back and allowing the cat to take their body for a spin, only helping Kitt by displaying their distant destination. And so Kitt ran and leaped across and between the canopy’s trunks and bushes, passing by many imp-class Lumivexes due to how entranced he was from this once-in-a-lifetime experience. Thankfully, Kitt ran too fast to let any Lumivexes pile up and attack him and R-1, eventually stopping when he noticed the nearing figure of the abandoned facility in the distance.

“(Well, Kitt, did you enjoy piloting me?)”

“(I-I’m not even tired! That felt great!)”

“(I’m glad you enjoyed it~ However, it seems that our destination is close, so your little experience will have to end for now.)”

“(That’s alright because I know I can continue on the way back~)”

With their destination in the distance, R-1 seamlessly took back control as they continued forward, returning Kitt’s senses to normal as they once again felt R-1 latex cavity caressing every inch of his body while mild pleasure kept him on his toes. A few minutes later and the two had finally arrived with R-1 putting down the crate that contained his miniature body before opening his cavity for Kitt to exit. The cavity’s tightness quickly loosened up along the latex and R-1’s stimulating tools leaving Kitt’s body, allowing the hunter to stand. After cumming a few times, Kitt did need a tentacle to guide him up, but his legs eventually gained strength to let him stand, being suited up with proper protective gear once he was out.

“Nggahh! A good stretch! Oh! You're piloting your smaller body now!”

“Yup. I hid my original body under that sturdy watchtower. I also covered it with some bushes and branches so it shouldn’t be discovered easily. It should be a good spot to hide it for now. Also, don’t forget about these!”

“Oh? Are these the things my sister left me?”

“Ah, I remember now! These are incendiary grenades! Pardon me for labeling them as primitive…”

“Like, fire grenades? Why would we need that?”

“Lumivexes are weak to heat due to their liquid nature which also explains how your laser rifle works wonders on them.”

“I see… I think you pull the pin and throw, right?”

“Mhm!”

“I hope I don’t drop a live one on accident…”

“Don’t say that because it might come true!”

After preparing themselves, Kitt and R-1 finally took their first step into the abandoned facility's entrance; a giant fenced area where guards would be stationed at watchtowers while DAs roamed freely on the grass. However, due to the abandonment and neglect, everything in the facility's entrance had fallen into ruin; overgrown flora, cracking walls, and crumbling infrastructure were everywhere. With a quick scan, Kitt and R-1 found the outside area to be clear of any Lumivexes so they proceeded inside but were immediately met with the first floor buried in rubble. This would be where R-1’s smaller form came into play as the two were able to crawl through the ruble unlike if R-1 was piloting his original body and wouldn’t be able to enter.

“R-1, do you have a map of this place?”

“Yes, I do. You can look at your tablet for the facility's floor plan. It’s nearly identical to Ganymedo-10 with the only differences being any collapsed floors we might stumble across.”

It’d take a few more minutes of crawling under debris until Kitt and R-1 were able to stand up again, finding themselves in the main pilot training and DA modification area. Rusted machinery to apply armor and modifications to DAs littered the giant room. The area was fortunately lit up by the natural light of the day, allowing Kitt and R-1 to easily scan the room for threats. This time, there were a few imp-class Lumivexes hiding behind machinery and under furniture which the two easily disposed of with their respective tools.

“Ah! Kitt, before we continue, I forgot to mention that with us this deep into dangerous territory, you might want to know more about the higher tiers of the Lumivex.”

“Hmm? What are they?”

“First of all, we have the Imp Class, which were the small blobs we have just killed and the one that attacked you the first time we met. They go straight for the kill, creeping into any open point of someone’s clothes or body to eat them.”

“Yeesh… I’m glad none of them found their way inside of me that day.”

“Next is the Fiend Class. The fiend class has three subclasses, so I’ll mention the first one called Mimics. They usually take the shape of the beasts they ate and use their prey’s appearance to trick unsuspecting persons into becoming their next meal. Their disguise isn’t perfect, however, and they can easily be identified by their reflective body akin to the shine of smooth rubber. But by then, you’re probably too close and will get attacked.”

“I’m guessing it would be a problem in more populated areas they would manage to infiltrate, but if we find one here knowing it’s too dangerous for anyone to make their home, it should be obvious to attack first.”

“I guess you can say that. Second is the Runners. They aren’t bright, but they are very violent. They are the fastest of the three subclasses so you’ll need good reflexes to deal with one. They also take the shape of four-legged animals.”

“Must be careful around them then…”

“Lastly is the Orchestra. This is the rarest subclass, being the smartest, and can command other Lumivex classes. Some have even amassed hordes of Lumivexes to launch coordinated attacks against different research bases and hunting groups.”

“Really? These guys must be a pain to deal with!”

“That’s not all as they can also control the third tier of Lumivexes, the Behemoth class. Behemoth classes are similar to the Runner subclass but retain average intelligence to preserve their prey for longer parasitization. Behemoth classes are stronger and take the form of bigger animals like a rhino or an elephant. There’s also two subclasses, but they’re usually found in more dangerous areas, so I don’t think you need to learn about it for now.”

“Hmm… If I remember the size of elephants correctly, they would be taller than your original body!”

“Now imagine the Mimics, Runners, and Behemoths under the tactical control of an Orchestra… It’ll be a very tough battle!”

R-1’s lengthy yet important briefing of the different Lumivex tiers made Kitt gulp in hesitation as they headed to the second floor. But he held his head high, confident they would complete their mission unscathed with each other’s teamwork. And so they began exploring the second floor of the facility where different kinds of rooms lay to wither away and be taken over by flora. Meeting rooms, office rooms, bathrooms, and armories crumble underneath nature and time, forcing the two to watch their every step. The two did encounter dead ends where the hallways or stairways had collapsed and prevented them from moving forward but R-1 was able to use his powerful legs to kick forge a path through the decaying walls and reach alternative paths. However, this noisy method of exploration would attract the attention of bigger threats on the third floor, and as the two reached the said floor, they immediately found themselves face-to-face with a pack of Runners.

“Gah!”

“Kitt, get ready!”

However, Kitt was not expecting the sudden threat, and before he could raise his rifle, a goat-shaped Runner rammed him against a dilapidated balcony. It was quickly dragged away by its leg and thrown back by R-1 but not before Kitt’s incendiary grenades fell off in the scuffle. His rifle should have fallen off as well if not for the fact it was connected to the storage pack on his back. But after regaining his balance and leaving the unsteady balcony before it collapsed, Kitt focused and raised his rifle at the Runner R-1 threw and stunned, easily eviscerating its body. There were still two Runners left which then charged at the two to avenge their fallen comrade; a wolf-shaped Runner for R-1 and a boar beast Runner for Kitt.

R-1, with his vastly superior combat experience, was able to catch the wolf-shaped Runner by the scruff of its throat before driving his claws into its chest and gutting the creature. The wolf-shaped runner had no organs and only bled black goo. The monster was still alive, albeit squirming in agony as R-1 hadn’t attacked the nervous system of Lumivex directly. But once he changed his grip to hold the creature’s head, he’d drive his hand up through its body, joining his claws and crushing the monster’s head, destroying it in the meantime. Meanwhile, Kitt had made many accurate shots at the boar beast Runner, yet none seemed to slow it down.

“Ahhh! R-1, help!!!”

“Coming!”

Just in the nick of time, R-1 made a powerful dash, catching the Runner by its thin tail and dragging it back, preventing Kitt from being rammed once again.

“Wait, it’s only one-half of the creature!”

“O-oh! It’s dead!”

Unknowingly, the Runner had already lost enough mass to fall limp but was still running towards Kitt. So when R-1 caught up with the creature and tugged on its tail, its entire body fell apart, landing on Kitt’s boots before melting into a shapeless puddle.

“Phew… That was close!”

“Kitt, not to be mean, but you might need training…”

“Ah… I know… I mean, I’m not even supposed to be going on these missions, but I pull through somehow…”

“No worries, I should still be able to protect you. Just don’t intentionally put yourself in front of danger, alright?”

“Of course I won’t!”

With the Runners reduced to puddles, the two siphoned up the creatures before moving forward. Now on the third floor where the most important offices resided. The meeting rooms of the top employees and executives were located here along with where secretive prototypes were developed. The rooms were considerably wider and had tougher security however all had degraded over time like the rest of the facility, allowing easy access to each respective room.

“H-hey, R-1, how many floors are there?”

“There should be four floors; the first, second, third, and the basement floors.”

“After this, we check the basement then?”

“Yup. It should be the last one until we’ve fully assessed the danger level. So far, it seems the threat level is minimal.”

Everything was fairly normal with a little bit of Imp class intervention here and there, but the third floor was easily cleared of any danger. The basement would be the last to be investigated, being an incredibly spacious area that replicated the purpose of the first floor albeit devoid of light and on a bigger scale. But as the two descended from the top floors, Kitt peered out a balcony for a moment to find a few silhouettes gathering around the spot where R-1 hid his original body which he immediately pointed out.

“R-1, look over there! I see someone or something surrounding your original body!”

“What? Where?”

“Over there!”

As Kitt pointed at the spot, R-1 quickly leaned out, using his advanced vision to take a better look. Kitt had indeed brought up a concerning matter as R-1 spotted several beasts trying to break the base of the watchtower he hid his body under. A metaphorical drop of sweat dripped down R-1 visor as he instantly figured out that the culprits in the distance were none other than Mimic class Lumivexes thanks to the odd sheen of what should be furry or scaly bodies.

“Kitt, quickly! Shoot them!”

“What? I can’t shoot someone! Even if they’re criminals, I can’t take someone’s life!”

“They aren’t real people! They’re Mimics! Quick before it’s too late!”

“Gah! Alright!”

Right after urging Kitt to defend his defenseless body, R-1 switched consciousness from his smaller body to his main body. But by then, it was too late, and the watchtower began to crumble. To add further complications to the matter, R-1 found his limbs tied with steel chains. He could easily break through them, but there was no time to do so; even a fraction of a second was not spared. Kitt was only able to shoot at one Mimic before his heart sank, pupils shrinking in the grave realization of his dear friend being crushed under the mighty tower.

“R-1!!!”

Kitt screamed out R-1 name across from the balcony before rushing downstairs, leaving the smaller R-1 body behind. He didn’t care if he got hurt, jumping between collapsed steps and paths until he reached the first floor. But leaving R-1’s smaller body to help the main one was the worst decision Kitt could make as R-1 was still alive when he was crushed. R-1 was immobilized, yes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t switch consciousness again. When R-1 returned to his smaller body, he found himself torn into pieces, the last thing he would see was the shiny black foot of a dragon being brought down on his head, crushed to pieces, and forced back to his original body where he remained stuck.

“You bastards! Get away from my friend!”

The heartbroken hunter had now reached the facility’s overgrown courtyard, wearily approaching the fallen watchtower and the group of Mimics standing around the rubble. Kitt was so blinded with rage that he’d forget about the incendiary grenades he had dropped which would make clearing the Mimics a lot easier. But he wouldn’t get the chance to even fire a second shot to retaliate as he was immediately restrained from the back by the same perpetrator that took out R-1’s smaller body.

“Ahhh! Nooo! Let go of me!”

Kitt struggled profusely from the powerful grasp of his assailant, but he was completely powerless and easily stripped of his weapon and protection. The rifle and storage pack were the first to go, easily crushed under the heel of the black dragon that surprised Kitt while his armor plates were next, torn off from the latex suit piece by piece. There was no stopping the destruction of his armor; in due time, Kitt’s helmet was the last thing to be removed. Once the remaining protective covering was removed, it didn’t take long for Kitt to black out from the black dragon’s radiation, falling asleep in under a minute thanks to the intense concentration of it.

“Ugh… Where am I… what happened… It’s so dark…”

A few minutes later, the nauseating radiation seemed to have subsided, allowing Kitt to wake up. The confused cat was quick to observe their surroundings which they identified as a secured room identical to the ones found on the third floor and was illuminated only by the dim moonlight. Kitt then tried to rub his eyes to see better, only to find out that his paws were now covered in latex mittens.

“Ah! My hands! Wait, my entire body!”

Along with Kitt’s useless paws, his full black latex suit now mirrored the stripes of his fur but glowed with a cyan-blue hue in contrast. Kitt felt his Synolar was still on his neck, but it was modified to have a black catbell on it. He then tried calling out to R-1 through his thoughts but no familiar voice greeted him. The last thing Kitt would notice was his bulge covered in thick latex like his paws but was imprinted with a padlock.

“M-my ass feels kinda itchy… What’s up with that…”

Kitt eventually stood up to examine the room further, but he felt an indescribable itch in his rectum. A quick pucker of his butt would give Kitt his answer and reaching his stubby paws to feel his ass would solidify it.

“This latex suit… It’s dug into my rectum and opened it indefinitely… Who would do such a thing!”

The rookie hunter’s asshole was permanently stretched for easy access and not even sitting down and squeezing their cheeks together would close it. At least there was nobody to take advantage of him yet, Kitt thought, only to be proved wrong when one of the metal doors opened with a loud grind, surprising him into stumbling.

“Gah! Wh-who are you!”

“The pet is awake… Maybe I can enjoy some quality time with the pilot after disposing of their mech.”

“No… No!!! What did you do to R-1?! You evil dragon!”

“You don’t need to know~ All you’ll need to look forward to is your new role as my army’s cum dispenser~”

“C-cum dispenser?! Y-you’re an Orchestra, aren’t you?!”

“A what now? You researchers always come up with interesting names for us… As a leader, I want to be referred to by a name, so let’s take the name of the dragon I ate. Hmm… Tofu, was it? Well, does it really matter? You’ll refer to me as master. No. Matter. What.”

“Eek! (S-so scary! I need to get out of here!)”

What stood before Kitt was the rare and cruel subclass of Fiends known as an Orchestra. All Kitt knew about it from R-1 was that it was smart and cunning which was all Kitt needed to remember to decide that he had to get out of there as soon as possible. And he tried to do just that, running for the door the moment the Orchestra, or Tofu as the name of its previous victim, took a step towards him. Unfortunately for Kitt, the door Tofu came from was rusted and could only be forced open with the strength he didn’t have, leading him to be grabbed by the tail and pulled into a tight embrace where Tofu made a gas mask with his goo and slapped it right onto Kitt’s face.

After forcing a gas mask onto Kitt’s face, Tofu threw the cat into the center of the room before snapping their fingers, causing a gas tank to materialize on Kitt’s back along with tubes that connected straight to the face covering. Kitt tried to remove the mask, but it grew tentacles and clung to his face while also extending a gooey cock that forced itself Into his mouth. Both the tentacles and Kitt’s stubby paws worked against him, allowing the gas mask and tank to connect where it began applying aphrodisiac gas with an identical cyan color to the hue of Imp class Lumivexes.

“Good kitty~ That’s it, just breathe, and let your mind sink into bliss~”

“Huff… huff… huff… (No… I shouldn’t… breathe it in…)”

The smell of the gas was identical to R-1's familiar rubbery smell but Kitt knew this wasn’t right or safe to inhale. But he had no choice and the only thing he could do was lay in wait for the aphrodisiac to take effect which it did so in mere moments. After just a few seconds of taking deep breaths with the gas mask, Kitt began to get hard and a surge of submissive thoughts flooded his mind. What was particularly worrisome was Kitt’s nulled bulge that caused his erection to be crushed by the thick latex that covered it. Kitt tried to pull on the bulge with his stubby paws, but it clung too tight to give his erection space to breathe.

As Kitt struggled in pleasant agony, Tofu approached his prey once again, this time spreading their legs by force before planting their foot right onto Kitt’s crotch, rubbing and kneading the chastity bulge. Kitt should have resisted, but the aphrodisiac gas impaired his thinking which led to him cluelessly rubbing against the foot that pressed down on his bulge, producing a lewd squeak as the two sides ground against each other. The grinding of the bulge and foot inevitably produced pleasure for the poor toy, forcing their crushed manhood to grow stiffer and stiffer until enough pleasure accumulated to build up an orgasm.

“You’re ready to cum? Hehe, sorry, I can’t allow that~ You aren’t ripe yet~ We need to preserve that high to produce quality sperm~”

Using the Synolar on Kitt’s neck that he had hijacked, Tofu felt Kitt’s orgasm build up and took his foot off, leaving him on the edge of orgasm. And with another snap of his fingers, Tofu caused the surrounding goo on Kitt’s crotch to enter the cat’s urethra, making them moan loudly through their mask as they felt the warm goo invade their body. The goo’s first destination was to head directly to the prostate, easily reaching it in the intersection between the vas deferens and bladder. Once the prostate had been reached, the goo surrounded the small organ, absorbing all the semen and replacing it with itself.

Kitt was still feeling everything happening inside his reproductive organs and was groaning and writhing in pleasurable agony when the goo overtook his prostate, controlling his ability to orgasm. Tofu wouldn’t stop at Kitt’s prostate, however, and went to the bladder next. After reaching the bladder, Tofu swiftly emptied it and filled it with goo as well. The same would be said for Kitt’s eggs as the goo traveled through the vas deferens and filled his balls too. On the outside, Kitt’s bulge now grew to the size of a fist yet no matter how much he rubbed it with his paws or against the ground, no extra stimulation could be made to push him off the edge or orgasm.

“What’s this? Are you presenting your ass to me? Do you want me to fuck you? You lovely kitten…I didn’t know you were trained!”

In the midst of grinding his huge nulled bulge against the floor, Kitt unintentionally presented his ass to Tofu, prompting the goo dragon to draw their weapon out of their slit, get on all fours, and mount Kitt from the back. This cruel Orchestra took the form of a mighty derg, allowing them to easily handle Kitt like a lightweight sex toy, humping him with enough force to shake the cat around with every thrust. And every thrust felt like an attack on Kitt’s psyche; the gas and the inability to orgasm turned his brain to mush.

Along with sucking the goo cock in his mouth with submissive instinct, the tiring and rough nature of anal made Kitt panic and huff even more gas in his mask, his obedience solidifying as cyan-blue swirls appeared in his eyes. Kitt’s mind was finally vulnerable enough for Tofu to impose hypnotization, and with one more thrust, the Orchestra knotted their toy and imparted a generous amount of goo that inflated Kitt’s belly.

“Mmph~ ?? What a nice pussy… I know I have to deal with the PDA outside, but this is too exciting! I’m sure that can wait…”

After imparting his gooey imitation of seed into Kitt’s ass, Tofu would proceed to a second round, this time melting and merging with Kitt’s latex suit, giving it a mix of green along with an improved body, gaining height and muscles from the merging. Unfortunately, this was only an illusion of the suit and Kitt did not physically grow. Nevertheless, it gave Tofu the ability to control the tortured cat’s body, using it to force the rusted door open to leave before heading down to the basement.

“Mmmphh… (Master… why are you doing this… Please don’t harm me and my friend… We haven’t done anything wrong…)”

“I’m doing this for your good, your friend’s good, and for the good of this planet. If everyone is under my thumb, we can all be happy forever. You’re lucky that you will be one of the first few to achieve this heaven, kitten~ So be obedient and ripen your seed for us to enjoy~”

“Mmphh… (Ough… Y-yes, master… No need to question…)”

It did seem there was hope for Kitt’s mind when he questioned Tofu’s motives, but it may or not simply be a fragment of Kitt’s suppressed mind trying to exert control, only to be snuffed out when Tofu administered another helping of aphrodisiac gas. And as Tofu maneuvered Kitt’s body through the floors and deep into the basement, he would be eagerly greeted by his minions which consisted of many Fiend subclasses and a few Behemoth classes which were all in the shape of giant crocodiles. Seeing their leader arrive, they bowed down before all the lights were gradually turned on, revealing the hundreds of Fiends on standby.

Each one of them showed hungry eyes for Kitt’s body and bulge but stood down in the presence of their leader who wished to have the poor cat as their personal toy. The middle of the room would contain a fully operational tank surrounded by comfortable beds and furniture which Tofu uses as his headquarters. Kitt couldn’t register the dangerous weapon thanks to his lust-filled mind as he was too focused on expressing his obedience, sitting down as Tofu ordered before the Orchestra left his latex suit, turning it black once more.

“Now, where were we? Ah, ripening the seed… How should we go about this… Ah, I got it!”

Returning to the plan of building up Kitt’s cum for a delectable feast, Tofu thought of sharing his toy with the rest of the Lumivex under his control. Kitt could only stare blankly into the air with his mask blurry with exhales and blue fog as a few rubbery beasts approached him on his seat before yanking his mask off and forcing him onto one of their laps, hands behind his back, ass stretched open by a rubbery dick, and drooling mouth ready to serve.

Immediately after being forced to sit down on a cock, Kitt’s back hole was stretched to its limits but unable to turn his head and know what kind it was and who it was from. He would know who he’d give a blowjob to, having the scruff of his hair held up by a claw before his mouth was forced open to accept a slick and rubbery dragon root. A spit roast position was easily made, and Kitt’s guts and throat were renovated by massive meat sticks, rocking his body back and force as the two Fiend classes took turns humping the toy. And as pleasure built up again, so did the size of Kitt’s bulge, finally reaching twice the size of when he was first nulled upstairs.

The assault from both ends continued relentlessly while the pinching of nipples and squeezing of the bulge kept Kitt crazy from stimulation. Yet no matter how much Kitt’s external and internal points were played with, achieving orgasm was impossible thanks to Tofu’s intervention. The mind-breaking agony of constant stimulation with no release had Kitt mumbling and begging for an orgasm in between the in and out thrusts of the cock in his mouth, yet all fell on deaf ears, driving him to the point of tearing up with a smile.

Eventually, the two Fiends reached their own climax, both degrading Kitt by filling his ass and mouth with their goo while figuratively mocking the cat for their inability to orgasm. The dragon fucking Kitt’s face even making sure the poor cat shallowed their load, massaging Kitt’s throat to help him swallow the goo. If this was Kitt in his right mind, he would be furious for being treated like a pet with difficulty drinking medicine. Nevertheless, both parties were satisfied, leaving Kitt curled up with his paws on his giant bulge while gasping for air as he was laid on a mattress for Tofu to inspect the outcome.

“Hmm… Maximum capacity… All it needs to do now is to ‘age’.”

Seeing Kitt’s bulge reach its maximum growth, being the size of a squash, Tofu picked the cat up and sat them down on a couch before gluing their body onto it, making sure Kitt would remain motionless as his bulge began to vibrate, starting to edge the cat for the final process of “fermenting” Kitt’s seed to become as nutritious as possible. After sticking Kitt to a couch, Tofu stood back, eagerly watching as each edge gave Kitt clarity, breaking him out of hypnotization as the blue glow in his eyes slowly faded. However, he may have his right mind back, but his sanity was about to be toyed with, regaining full consciousness on the tenth edge of the vibrating bulge.

“Ngghh… M-my crotch… P-please… Let me cum…”

“Remember what I said, kitten. You’ll only experience release once you are ready. But maybe if you beg…”

“Please! Let me cum! This is torture! How could you do this to anyone?!”

“Not convincing enough…”

“I’ll do anything, please! Let me cum and I’ll do anything you want!”

“You’ll get the chance to come… in a few hours~ All you have to sit tight and let that bulge edge you, so your seed will bear a wonderful taste.”

“Damn you… I’m not a casket of wine!”

“But I know what you are. A sperm cattle. You will become nothing but livestock for us, cumming endlessly until your body gives up where you’ll then join our ranks. So enjoy endless bliss while you still can~”

“No!!! This isn’t bliss, this is torture!!!”

With his mind returned to him, Kitt screamed and begged Tofu to let go of his prostate and allow him to cum. But the Orchestra remained adamant about letting Kitt edge to improve the nutritional value of his load, simply laying back on the seat they had taken while Kitt twisted his body profusely in his gooey binds. Kitt didn’t know how many hours Tofu would let him get edged for, but he was sure he wouldn’t stick around to find out. However, he had no choice but to as his restraints were too tight and the sensation of being on the edge of orgasm stole all of his strength.

Eventually, Kitt gave up resisting and only focused on enduring the edging. At least fifty edges had been reached since he was glued to the couch, muttering about pleas to reach climax while letting out occasional moans in his struggles. Tofu would even intervene from time to time, squeezing Kitt’s bulge and making the cat cry and moan for mercy. Forty minutes would pass and Kitt reached a hundred edges. He wouldn’t know that, of course, as the agonizing sensation of being denied orgasm wouldn’t even let him count to ten.

An hour would go by and Kitt reached two hundred edges, having a rate of a hundred edges per hour. By that time, Kitt had given up after bawling his eyes out, his tears and drool drying on his fur, thoroughly entertaining Tofu who kept a little variety by letting the other Lumivexes play with him from time to time. The third hour would eventually come and Kitt lay lifeless on the couch he was stuck on, the only signs of life being occasional twitching when the edging paused and started. And by the fourth hour, Kitt had reached four hundred edges. His mind had been clouded with pleasure, his eyes lost their emerald green color, his body had gone numb, and his will had been broken from constant orgasm denial.

“Ough… cum… need… cum… please… need… cum…”

“It’s ready… Very well, kitty. I shall finally grant your wish.”

“Please… cum… need… cum…”

Fate seemed to finally smile upon Kitt on the fourth hour as his seed was finally ready for release. He had been reduced to a mindless, muttering cat from how long he had been edged, but with a snap of Tofu’s fingers, Kitt’s bulge morphed into a giant 12-inch cock while his reproductive organs were slowly cleared of the restricting goo. With the sudden transformation and pause of the edging, Kitt slowly returned to reality, noticing the table he was staring at being obstructed by a giant gooey cock. The mindless cat blinked cluelessly a few times before snapping back to their senses when Tofu knelt down and swallowed the entire length.

“Ngah! Hah! Please! Cum! Need! Cum! Now!”

“Shh… You don’t have to be so noisy now~ Here, let me break you out of your agony~”

The moment Tofu’s wet tongue made contact with Kitt’s giant glans, the cat spurted out a shot of precum, and with just a single gentle suck, Kitt burst immediately. The clogged sperm and semen in Kitt’s engorged eggs and seminal glands rushed out like an open dam, immediately filling Tofu’s maw with his delectable essence. Tofu was surprised by how much seed came rushing out, but he confidently gulped it all down as it came out. Kitt shot out at least a few mouthfuls of seed from the orgasm he held in for four hours, and after experiencing the high and clarity of release, he let out a satisfied sigh while his glans still continued to leak with cum.

“Huff… huff… Finally…”

“Mmm! What a wonderful taste with an impressive sperm count! You are truly fit to be our cum dispenser!”

But after clarity came to KItt, he realized he still wasn’t free from Tofu and his army, sweating bullets, as he watched the Orchestra lick their lips in satisfaction before signaling the many Mimics and Runners on standby to have a taste.

“Wait… Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!!! All of these Lumivexes are going to- Ah~ ?? I’m going to die…”

Before Kitt could even process the amount Mimics and Runners lining up to have a taste of his cum, two already knelt down and lapped up the giant rod. Pleasure surged throughout Kitt’s body at the slightest touch of this extension of his cock, so even with a gentle caress, he reached orgasm in an instant. Kitt’s stamina never seemed to wane either and the nerves of the cock extension did not stop stimulating after climax. This constant pleasure was similar to the endless edging but was several times more debilitating. The unfortunate sperm cattle thought they could finally take a break after experiencing orgasm after much edging, only to realize their job of feeding every Mimic in line was going to leave him in a pleasurable coma.

It didn’t even take ten orgasms until Kitt began to cry from overstimulation, begging Tofu to stop the Lumivexes from sucking on him. As expected, Kitt’s pleas went unheard once again, simply being gagged by Tofu when he placed the aphrodisiac gas mask on Kitt’s face to accelerate sperm and semen production. The quality of “aged” essence did degrade as Kitt made new cum but the overall nutritional value from his sperm count did not change, continuing to satisfy the goo monsters that fed on him. Eventually, the overstimulation became too much for Kitt to handle, prompting him to faint at the fiftieth consecutive orgasm but not after feeding at least a hundred or so Lumivexes.

“The cattle passed out… Throw him to the Behemoths and let them share what remains of his seed. By morning, he should be drained and spat out. However, he’s too precious to assimilate too early. There's still value in using him, along with the others we've captured, to replenish our energy for our next invasion plan to take over the remaining base here and give a grand victory for our Queen!”

Cumming in your sleep through continuous stimulation was possible, so even though Tofu could certainly squeeze Kitt’s prostate while the cat slept, he decided to give the fainted cat what little rest they could get before the Mimics took him from the couch and left him to be devoured by the many Behemoths under Tofu’s control. The Behemoths were in the shape of giant crocodiles with significantly taller legs, muscular bodies, and the color scheme of Imp class Lumivexes. They wouldn’t literally eat Kitt but instead, keep him in their belly to milk, similar to the mechanics of Drive Armors. With just a few hours of sleep, Kitt wakes up by 3 AM squeezed between the warm, fleshy folds of the Behemoth that ate him.

“Where am I now… I feel like I’m being crushed… It’s warm and wet… Am I being eaten… Is this the end…”

From the endless draining a few hours ago, Kitt’s body was incredibly sore, preventing him from resisting how the Behemoth’s stomach shifted around as if it knew he had awoken and was preparing him for milking.

“I need to get out of here or whatever I’m inside off… Damn it! My hands are still useless! I can’t even use my claws to irritate these living walls!”

Kitt was once again powerless thanks to his new latex suit practically reducing him to a harmless sperm cattle. At least his cock was freed from the chastity bulge and returned to normal length, but even though it was incredibly sore and begged for a break, a mouthed tentacle that emerged from the Behemoth’s stomach would say otherwise.

“No, no! Not again!!!”

The tentacle immediately went straight for Kitt’s cock, but he was able to grab it in time, even with his useless hands. The Behemoth wouldn’t let this slide, however, and two more tentacles grew from its stomach, binding Kitt onto the fleshy walls by his waist before snagging his hands in a loop and forcing it to let go of the mouthed tentacle, allowing it finally latch onto his cock. More tentacles would come to restrain Kitt, one for each limb and three for his entire torso. To top off the binding, a tentacle with a bigger mouthpiece emerged from the stomach lining, latching onto Kitt’s face in an instant.

The entire experience was reminiscent of Kitt’s first hesitant meeting with R-1, but everything was sudden, forceful, and tasted like sour-sweet grape. This taste of grape soothed Kitt a little when the tentacle mask forced itself into his mouth while also growing tendrils to allow Kitt to breathe. It was a setup identical to the extraction of DA’s as if they were modeled after how Behemoths milked their prey. Nobody knows except perhaps the higher-ups, but that thought wasn’t important right now as Kitt should be more focused on either resisting or surviving the milking.

Kitt, knowing how powerless he is, opted to try and survive the milking, squeezing his legs together to impede the sucking of the tentacle on his crotch. This would, unfortunately, fail miserably due to his thighs and the tentacle being lubricated by the Behemoth’s stomach juices and only led the monster to become annoyed at Kitt’s resistance. The bumpy texture of the mouthed tentacle eventually made contact with Kitt’s glans before rubbing against the head and base in quick milking strokes.

“(Ahh… M-maybe if I cum, it’ll be satisfied and stop… even for a moment…)”

Since surviving a stimulating, bristle-filled tentacle milking him would be impossible, even for anyone else, Kitt instead accepted the tentacle, relaxing his body and focusing all his attention on reaching an orgasm to feed the Behemoth as soon as possible. The plan would work if the Behemoth were a DA with self-control, but it wanted everything out of Kitt, entertaining his submission by deploying rougher stimulation. The mouthed tentacle on Kitt’s crotch grew and tightened to fondle his eggs while other tentacles of smaller but similar shapes and sizes latched onto his chest.

What would really make Kitt worry was the fleshy cock prodding at his back entrance, testing how Kitt’s ass puckered and reacted before shoving its entire length and girth with no warning. The length of the fleshy cock was ten inches with a diameter of one and a half inches, along with its glans easily striking Kitt’s prostate as it went in and out. Kitt could only try to arch his body to resist the pleasure and penetration but the tentacles that wrapped around his chest and waist tightened, forcing him still to accept the rough violation.

It wouldn’t take long for the multiple combinations of stimulations to turn Kitt’s mind into a slurry for the third time in a single day, eyes curled up and drooling on the tentacle mask that gagged him before cumming and producing muffled moans of desperation. Yet even after having a taste of Kitt’s nutritious seed, the Behemoth wanted more, doubling its efforts of wringing Kitt completely dry. Unfortunately for Kitt, he couldn’t stop feeling stimulation due to the air he was breathing containing a similar mix of Lumivex aphrodisiac gas, forcing another erection to grow to be milked without end.

On the outside, the Behemoth that had swallowed Kitt was roaring in ecstasy, its cock erect and hard as if sharing senses with Kitt. It had no way to use Kitt’s Synolar so it connected senses by embedding its cock-shaped tentacle in Kitt’s rectum before extending a few thin tendrils to connect to the cat’s spine. The other Behemoths that had not gotten a taste of Kitt’s delicious seed were understandably jealous and even annoyed at the ecstatic Behemoth’s pleasured roars. This would cause a scuffle between the different Behemoths who would begin nipping at the ecstatic Behemoth’s tails and heel.

And somehow, despite having no self-control and care for Kitt’s sore body, the ecstatic Behemoth knew how to share, regurgitating Kitt out who was drenched in its saliva. Kitt could barely move before a new Behemoth crouched down, wrapped its tongue around his waist, and ate him, landing him back in the same familiar stomach as he was in before. The same set of tentacles greeted him, but he had no strength to fight back, staring in terror at the appendages before every hole in his body was violated again.

“(Please… R-1… Anyone… I don’t want to die like this… sniff… I don’t want to be a sperm cattle… This was a mistake…)”

As Kitt was milked once more, he thought about what could even happen to him if he wasn’t saved. R-1 did say that he won’t be assimilated until he was no longer of use but Kitt himself didn’t know when that would end. He hadn’t eaten or drunk anything ever since he fueled R-1, thinking it would be a quick mission, and he could have dinner with the PDA’s smaller body. From the relentless milking and forced production of sperm, Kitt’s body was deprived of nutrients and lost a few pounds. It would probably be a matter of time until he was fed more of the Lumivex’s goo on top of the loads he had swallowed, changing his body irreversibly as the first stage of assimilation.

That was the worst outcome Kitt could think of if he was kept alive by the gooey parasites so he turned to drinking whatever grape-flavor saliva dripped into his mouth as tentacles gagged him. Perhaps a little bit of Lumivex goo could keep him going, but it would still be uncertain if even ingesting a spoonful would lead to irreversible damage. Kitt wished everything was just a wet dream and that he was just dreaming about going on adventures with R-1. However, this was reality, and fate had seemingly caught up to Kitt and his friend, his fate leading to him being turned into a cum battery for the Orchestra’s Lumivex army.

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“(Kitt, don’t worry, I’m coming! I won’t let you die here! Someone as kind as you don't deserve to have a Lumivex nest as their final resting place!)”

“(Wh-who is that… R-1… I-Is that you…)”

Underneath the rubble of the tower that collapsed under him, R-1 was able to restart himself after the 20 tons of concrete crushed and damaged his systems which caused temporary deactivation. But the moment R-1 reactivated, he sensed Kitt in distress, immediately sending out an EM wave to scan his surroundings, locating Kitt in the basement. Although the sudden crash of the fallen tower knocked him out, R-1 was able to free himself from both the chains and the heavy rubble. However, he found important parts of his body pierced by rebar, causing multiple punctures in his rubbery hide.

R-1 easily pulled out the obstructions of his limbs but when he got to his tail, he found himself dangerously low on energy. The PDA was able to patch the holes on their body with their nano goo but too much had leaked out when they were unconscious, leaving R-1 with energy to last him for thirty minutes, not including the use of his weapons. But this wouldn’t dissuade R-1 to immediately assault the basement, crashing through the small dilapidated doors of the abandoned facility and forcing his way through the tight stairs and corridors. R-1’s commotion was immediately picked up by the Lumivexes on standby, particularly the dangerous Runner types.

However, this did little to nothing to stop the determined PDA, simply ramming through the hordes of Runners that tried to stop him. By the time he breached the main basement area where Tofu and his army waited to strike, R-1 was covered in black goo which melted his hide and joints.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have slacked off with infecting that PDA. Whatever. Attack him!”

R-1 would be met with heavy resistance the moment Tofu ordered his army to attack. The Mimics were fodder for R-1, easily rammed, kicked, and sliced through while the Runners and Behemoths needed to be avoided at all costs. And somehow, R-1 maneuvered through the horde flawlessly, prompting Tofu to act and use their trump card early, that being the tank they had repaired and contained limited shells. The Orchestra easily slipped between the tank’s cracks and piloted the gun, aiming at R-1 with pinpoint accuracy.

R-1, like what had happened to his fallen body, received no time to dodge the imminent danger, causing 1/4th of his torso to be blown off. However, R-1 never faltered, completely ignoring Tofu and the damage his tank caused, and targeted the Behemoth that ate Kitt, digging his high-frequency EM claws through the right goo crocodile and finding Kitt shivering profusely. There was no time for sweet talk once R-1 saved Kitt and ripped off the Lumivex latex suit from his body, immediately cradling the weak cat in his claws and weaving through the hordes of Lumivexes and back to the exit.

However, before R-1 could fully escape, Tofu fired another shell at him, this time nipping his tail with a violent explosion, further draining what little energy R-1 left. There wasn’t an option to borrow Kitt’s sperm either as R-1’s stimulation systems for his cockpit and mouth had been damaged from the tank fire, leaving him no choice but to continue running without ever looking back.

“Cough, cough! R- R-1… Is that you…”

“Yes, it’s me, Kitt. You’ll be safe now. You’ll make it out alive.”

“Y-you really came for me… I-I’m sorry… I was useless to you… so your smaller body was destroyed…”

“Don’t say that. You are the best pilot and partner I could have asked for. I’ll get you to safety, I promise!”

Hope shone in Kitt’s eyes as he saw the morning light peer through the windows and doorways of the abandoned facility, its gentle warmth and R-1’s careful embrace giving solace to the cat who had been in continuous distress. Unfortunately for the two, they could not make it outside of the facility’s compound, collapsing just as they exited the hallway of the first-floor entrance.

“R-R-1! What’s wrong? Are you alright?!”

“Ahh… It seems that… This is how far I’ll go…”

“What? No, don’t say that! Are you out of energy?! Here, here, come on! My cock, get hard! You need to cum for R-1, or he’ll die!”

“It’s no use, Kitt… My body is too damaged to even process your sperm…”

“You’re lying! Come on, come on!!!”

“Kitt… Run, run for me. I’ll hold them off with what strength I have left. Run, run, and never look back! Save yourself! Save yourself for me!”

“Eh? M-my body! It’s moving on its own! R-1! Stop this! Get this collar off of me! I’m not going to leave you! R-1!!!”

With a familiar low beep, Kitt’s Synolar collar that was freed from Tofu’s control ordered the cat’s body to run back to base. Kitt refused to leave R-1’s side, but his body didn’t follow his orders, prioritizing R-1’s command through the Synolar. Kitt could only turn his head, looking back at R-1 who did his best to stand up to wave a pleasant goodbye. And the moment Kitt saw R-1 wave goodbye, tears immediately streamed out of his eyes while he let out a desperate yell for R-1, pleading from a distance to stop the orders of the Synolar. But R-1 wouldn’t cancel it, continuing to wave at Kitt until the tearful cat disappeared into the distant woods.

Then, a beep is suddenly heard, and a surge of memories flooded R-1's mind as his body collapsed, no longer able to stand to wave Kitt goodbye. In his dying state, forgotten fragments of his life streamed into his thoughts. Among them, a figure emerged, someone that he loved dearly, someone he could truly call his father that had raised him like his own child.

"Ah, how foolish of me to forget about Father and my childhood memories," R-1 thought with a smile, "I'm sorry, Father. I don't think I can assist Kitt any longer. But... I hope you're proud of me. I protected my pilot with everything I could… Just like you taught me… Even until the bitter end… Kitt, stay safe… my friend…”

As the horde of Lumivex closed in on R-1, he noticed the incendiary grenades Kitt had dropped earlier in the night. If R-1 noticed the grenades before he rushed to save Kitt, everything could have ended much differently. But R-1’s undying loyalty to his pilot blinded him from thinking critically about all the possible courses of action he could take. It’s debatable whether or not R-1’s loyalty was his shortcoming, but for the PDA, protecting the people of Athltea was what he stood and lived for, or any life for that matter, even if his pilot was not from the same world.

The last sound R-1 would make would be how his claws scratched gently at the incendiary grenades’ cylindrical metal bodies before hooking a digit and pulling all of the pins at the same time. But as the fuse ticked down to cause a powerful blast and make one last distraction, one more figure crossed R-1 mind, showing a pitiful smile on his visor before the fuse burnt completely.

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"I leave all to you, Reggie-"

Four explosive blasts would then be heard by Kitt from a distance causing him to tear up even more as snot ran down his nose, unable to even wipe it as his body was still focused on running away. And to honor R-1’s wishes, Kitt didn’t dare to turn and look back at the abandoned facility, keeping his teary-eyed head straight and focused on running back to base. Eventually, the Synolar ran out of power, giving Kitt control of his body once more. But even once he was free from the collar’s control, he never paused to catch his breath, and even when his legs started to hurt, he didn’t stop running. It did come to a point where the pain was too much and Kitt collapsed from exhaustion. Luckily, Kitt had finally gotten far enough away and met a small team of hunters and their PDAs to look for him when the two did not return by sundown.

“Hey, are you alright? Aren’t you Rookie Hunter Kitt? Where is your R-1? Why are you naked with only a Synolar on your neck?”

“Sniff, sniff… P-please… Help R-1… Sniff…”

“Are you crying? Here’s a handkerchief. Calm down so we can understand you. Did you find out the danger level of the abandoned facility? We can’t just help your PDA without knowing the danger level of the facility.”

“I-It’s very dangerous… L-lots of… sniff… Lots of Fiend subclasses… a-and… B-Behemoths…”

“Someone get him some water and a spare protective suit! Oh, you poor thing…”

In the end, I was rescued by a few hunters who were sent to check up on us after we didn’t return by night. I had a hard time telling them what happened but after bawling my eyes out and calming down, I told them everything I knew about the danger that lurked in the facility. I spent my night in an infirmary to treat my malnutrition and where Nova, Mina, and Claire visited and consoled me about R-1’s loss. By the next day, Drac Tech launched a force to retake their abandoned facility, which led to a success thanks to R-1’s intervention which probably delayed the Orchestra’s plan long enough that Drac Tech’s forces managed to perform a surprise attack.

After they secured the place, I came back, hoping to find whatever remained of R-1 if he was either taken over and infected by the Lumivexes or he burnt himself to prevent his body from being used for evil. But when I came and asked around, nobody could find a trace of R-1 except for the massive scorched spot by the front of the facility where me and R-1 parted ways… forever… I looked everywhere, from the basement to the third floor, just something, anything that R-1 left behind! Eventually, someone came forward to me, saying they found my burnt armor badge.

It was undeniably mine as R-1 had ripped off the Lumivex goo suit that was forced onto me which overlapped with the latex armor I had originally. Just a memento of a better time with R-1 was enough for me, and I returned back to the base and had the badge repaired. Then, I vowed never to come back to Athltea again. I’m just a normal guy! Why did I have to go through with losing such a sweetheart?! What did I do wrong? What did R-1 do wrong?! No, R-1 did nothing wrong… It’s my fault he died… If I were stronger, smarter, braver, and more skilled, I wouldn’t have burdened R-1 with protecting me.

It should have been me. It’s not fair. I’m useless. He’s useful. He probably saved more lives than me. But I, a pathetic ordinary cat, living over someone who’d contribute more to the world? Hahahaha!!! What a hilarious joke! I wasn’t myself for a couple of weeks after… I lost the energy to eat and go to work. Nova had to mimic a clone of me to send to work while he stayed at home to cheer me up. I eventually needed to go to a therapist, specifically the ones in The Agency because would a normal therapist really believe that I was depressed over losing a robot dinosaur?

Sigh… I-I think it worked… I got through it… Moved on… But still, I never want to come back to Athltea… Not after what happened… The only thing I have in remembrance of R-1 is the carbon badge of my latex suit. When I was still trying to get over it, I wore it all day once; the rubbery smell reminded me of him, I didn’t care how uncomfortable it was. On days I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I just stayed in my room all day wearing the suit and its mask. It reminded me of the mask R-1 made me wear when I rode him. I eventually hid and stowed away that badge after I moved on. It’s still in my drawer with R-1’s Synolar, but I don’t touch them anymore.

Goodbye, my bitter-sweet memories…

R-1… If you’re still out there… I’m sorry…