I flick my left wrist. Metagross materializes in a blinding flash of light. its massive, cruciform body hovers between us.
"Psychically restrain both operatives," I command. Metagross's arms glow blue. An invisible force clamps down.
[POV: Rika Voss]
Pure animal terror. This isn't just a defeat; it's total subjugation. My body is now utterly beyond my control, my mission irrevocably failed.
Rika's knees buckle as the psychic pressure pins her.
[POV: Reina Kato]
I cannot conceive of this level of control without a Pokéball. Takumi is playing a different game, and I'm a piece on his board. I need to assess this new dynamic fast.
"Drop the stone, Rika," Reina barks, her voice strained. "Back away slowly."
I let out a low rumble of a chuckle and begin a slow, predatory circle around them. I move into Rika's personal space, looming close enough to smell the salt of her terror-sweat.
"Pretty faces like yours could earn mercy," I rumble. "But mercy isn't free. Show me submission worth my time, or Metagross can simply crush the life out of you."
[POV: Reina Kato]
Damn it. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's not a lawman—he's a predator. And he's right. If I try to fight, we die. But that look... it's making my skin crawl.
Reina forces the words out. "Rocket pays in credits and power. But if you're as unaligned as you claim... then perhaps we can reach an agreement. You want submission? Fine. Name the price."
My hands reach not for the stone, but for the reinforced zippers of their tactical uniforms.
[POV: Reina Kato]
He's not answering. He's touching the zipper. No—
With a single, violent jerk, I rip Reina's uniform downward. The fabric shreds. The suit bunches at her waist, leaving her in a damp compression tank that clings to her heaving breasts.
I turn to Rika. I grip the collar of her suit and tear. I don't stop until they are both stripped to their waists, shivering in the crystalline chill.
"Your credits are worthless," I rumble. "And your power is a lie. This is the only price that matters here."
I reach out and close my large hand over Rika's bare breast. I squeeze hard, catching her nipple between my fingers and twisting.
[POV: Rika Voss]
God—the pain and the heat. I'm nothing. Just meat. My body is doing things I don't want it to do. I'm a Rocket operative, I'm supposed to be hard, but I'm just... leaking. Please, just let it be over.
My other hand finds Reina, crushing the fabric of her tank against her chest. I can feel the rigid peak of her nipple poking through.
"These earn mercy," I growl, "if you drop the stone and submit fully now. The choice is yours, Kato. Does the stone mean more to you than the view I'm currently enjoying?"
[POV: Reina Kato]
It's not credits. It's just this man—like he already owns the skin he's touching. Rika is just a sobbing mess. If I don't give him what he wants, we're just corpses in a hole. I have to give in or die.
"The stone..." Reina rasps, her voice breaking. "Take it. Take whatever you want. Please. We're yours."