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Bounty Hunting

Author: illuminetto

..........

'Excuse me, sir?' Said the feminine
looking boy. He had long golden hair tied back with a small leather
strap. His face had the delicate features of a girl with a near doll
like complexion and sky blue eyes. He wore a tight fitting red and
white shirt, showing he even had slight curves like a girl in his
figure. White shorts went down to his knees. His fingerless gloved
hands rested upon a large handcuff around his waist, the telltale
symbol of the Bounty Hunter.

'Sorry Bridget. If it's about any
particular vicious Bounties, many of the really good ones were
taken.' The old man said, already knowing what the girlish boy wanted
to ask.

'You've gotta be kidding me.' He said,
an astonished look on his face.

'What about the giant Crimson Dragon?'
He pointed to the wanted poster not marked off as being taken.

'Just taken earlier today by Team
Order.' The old man confirmed.

'You mean grandpa Kliff, Ky, and
Potemkin?' He asked.

'The same.' The old man nodded.

'Well what about that massive Azure
Serpent?' Bridget pointed to another poster. The Old man sighed.

'Also just taken earlier by Team
Assassin.' He said.

'No way. Zato, Millia and Venom took
that one?' The boy said in disbelief.

'Indeed.' The old man sighed.

'Then what about...' Before the boy was
allowed to continue, the old man interrupted.

'Team Jellyfish took that one. That's
Johnny, May, and their Gear Dizzy.' He replied.

'How about...' Bridget pointed to
another one.

'Team Issues. The crazy Dr. Baldhead,
Zappa, and A.B.A' He turned away from the boy.

'Aw man. Mr. Badguy's gonna kill me for
sure now. I'll never become more manly.' Bridget was crestfallen. The
old man gave the boy a sidelong glance and sighed.

'Alright Bridget. There is a Bounty
that hasn't come in yet officially to be put on the board. It's not
quite the style of your Team, as Mr. Badguy likes to hunt enormous
monstrous creatures such as those Marks you've mentioned. It is not
Human, but also not quite the size of a creature your team has
particularly faced. Here's the poster. Better not tell anyone how you
came about it in actuality now, though. If questioned just say you
found it and it must have been separated from the morning delivery or
something. Happens every now and again anyway.'

..........

'A Sexual Predator?' The Chinese Woman
read the details of the Mark. She wore a red and black Chinese Dress
with a great golden phoenix ablaze with crimson fire design that went
all the way the end of it. The dress was backless, showing her
muscular back to all who passed by, while the front opened partially
to show her impressive cleavage. She wore long sleeved fingerless
gloves that ended just above her elbows, knuckled plating to
reinforce her fists. She also wore stiletto like high heels. Around
one of her bare legs was a handcuff anklet, showing her as a Bounty
Hunter. She was beautiful, chocolate brown hair so long that it was
held like a giant ring with her hair ornament. Her hazel eyes gleamed
with childlike delight and her skin was very lightly tanned.

'Yeah...so Ms. Jam, is Mr. Badguy gonna
kill me?' Bridget's face looked pasty white in his fear. Jam giggled
lightly at his mood.

'Hard to say. It's not the type of
monster we've been known to face. If you tell him the truth that you
overslept and didn't go to the Shop in the first place, I'd say your
chances of survival are slim to none.' She smirked, running her thumb
across her neck in a slitting throat jester. The boy paled even
further.

'So Boy, you get us a good Mark to
hunt?' The two turned their heads to see the last team member they
spoke of walking past of few of the locals walking by. He was a tall
muscular man, fairly dark tan to his skin by comparison to Jam. He
wore a long red trench coat which was both wrinkled and had it's
edges frayed and torn from much wandering. The sleeves had been torn
about half way up, a handcuff loop fastened into the jacket with it's
own material, showing his status as a Bounty Hunter. He too wore long
sleeved black gloves though they were not fingerless, and opened in
an oddly shaped design from the back of his hand to about his elbow
to show bits of the massive scars adorning his arms. At the tips of
the fingers were metal plating over the finger nails, an odd fashion
design. He wore a loose black a shirt underneath the long jacket,
covering most of the massive scars on his torso though some peaked
past the neck line. His faded white jeans were held up by a large
buckled belt with double leather straps. More leather straps hung
from the side of the buckle and went to the back of his belt. A giant
metal paddle like sword hung against these belts and his left hand
rested against the pommel of the weapon. His red boots clacked
soundly with the pavement as he approached the pair. His forehead was
covered by a large slab of red colored metal, held in place by more
belts which also served to keep his black hair, long and spiked, tied
together behind his head.

'Ara, speak of the devil.' Jam said as
she stepped aside and allowed the man to step closer to the boy, who
looked as white as a ghost by now.

'I got us a mark Mr. Badguy. Didn't I,
Ms. Jam?' The boy turned quickly to the woman for confirmation
pleased with the fact he hadn't stuttered, but the man spoke before
Jam could say anything.

'You little shit. You fucked up, didn't
you.' He said bluntly. It had been a statement, not a question.
Bridget became even paler still, if possible. Jam decided to
intervene, believing the boy had been teased and pestered enough for
one day.

'Of course not Sol. I do have the
Wanted Poster right here.' She showed him the poster. His
heterochromatic eyes of crimson and gold did not even turn towards
her.

'But he still fucked up, didn't he?
Always using formalities when he finds himself trying to save face or
just plain nervous.' His rough voice was lazy as usual and blunt to
it's point. The boy had totally forgotten that it was indeed true
that he became too formal when too nervous and cracked instantly,
quickly on his knees and bowing low to the man's towering frame.

'Please Mr. Badguy! I'm sorry! I
overslept and cost us a bunch of giant marks. All that was left was
the mark on that wanted poster.' The boy was trembling. Sol looked to
the wanted poster in Jam's hand and took it to take a closer look.

'A Nature Nymph? Sexual Predator.
Entrances both men and woman with alluring pollen that acts to
stimulate the need for sexual desires. Has several other arsenal to
aid in giving this sexual hunger effect that can sometimes take days
to wear off. Well...not bad I guess.' He shrugged. Bridget was
surprised at this.

'You mean...it's okay, Sol?' He dared
call him by his first name as he looked up to the man.

'It ain't what I'd like to fight, but
it will at least be challenging enough. Plant monsters are damn
vicious out in nature, especially if they've grown feral out there.
There's a ton of things they can manipulate against you in their
environments. Could be good experience for the two of you.' He
shrugged, handing the paper back to Jam.

'Oh come on, Sol. Me and Bridget are
very capable of taking care of ourselves.' Jam said, wanting to
always jump at a chance to prove she was of definite use with her
abilities in the martial arts and the use of ki. Bridget silently
agreed. The two were almost always hard pressed in trying to gain
approval of their fellow Bounty Hunter companion or simply impress
him. His combat experience and overall skill surpassed their own,
however, and he also had a wealth in knowledge in other things that
made him of even greater use both in and out of battle. The only
reason they could come up was the fact he had been a lone Bounty
Hunter for a long time, having kept himself alive by the several
things he learned throughout his life. The massive scars adorning the
many places of his body also told of his resilience. If up to him, he
would not be teamed up with the unusual pair, The UN had done away
with lone Bounty Hunting do to the fact that almost anyone could
become a Bounty Hunter, but so many lacked any experience of combat
and getting killed off that it became a requirement to ease and break
in Bounty Hunter hopefuls by teaming them up with more experienced
Bounty Hunters. The minimum party had to be three. Such was the case
for the three, and Sol was the senior while Jam was the more
experienced apprentice and finally Bridget the new hopeful. Each had
their reason for being Bounty Hunters. For Sol, he was always in the
profession perhaps out of love for battle but it was hard to say for
sure, Jam wanted to help herself financially as she was an aspiring
chef, and Bridget was one of the odder cases. Being from a City that
believed twins of the same gender was a curse of bad luck, he was
made to be like a little girl as his parents did not want to end his
life when he had still been just a baby. He wanted to finally learn
to become more manly, and begged Sol to take him in as a Bounty
Hunter. The Boy did have some promise, which was the only reason Sol
agreed to make him a part of their Team of odd individuals.

'Well...we'll see. Let's go.' The older
man walked off, forcing the other two to follow behind him.

..........

They had traveled far to the forest of
the said creature, the Nature Nymph. Sol did not allow them to go at
the monster just like that however.

'This thing's close. Maybe half an
hour's distance.' He mentioned, making them come to a halt and drop
their packs.

'Great then let's have at it!' Jam was
eager, smacking her empty hand with her fist in excitement.

'Yeah!' Bridget stepped forward,
snapping his wrist to make his yo-yo go up and down the path of it's
metal string.

'Wait. I'm warning you two right now
that it ain't like fighting giant beasts. Attacks can come at you
from anywhere, from all sides and even underneath the ground since it
has a vast network of roots that can detect you just by your weight
on the surface. You both need to be attentive and wary. Best not to
stay stationary until you absolutely know it's dead. On top of that,
they don't just follow off pure instinct to survive and have ample
intelligence. It won't always rely on brute strength alone. Don't be
taken by appearances either, no matter how Human looking it's just
another monster underneath.' Sol lectured. He was prone to doing so
when the two younger members where going up against something they
never faced before. Though every now and again they felt it tedious
to listen, they learned through plenty of prior hunts that Sol's
knowledge and information could be a deciding factor between life and
death. They hung to his words despite the eagerness to just jump in
and fight the mark. Believing he gave enough warning, he walked
forward, signaling that they could fight the creature now.

..........

They reached the deeper parts of the
forest in about half an hour, as Sol mentioned earlier, and found the
mark they sought. The description had been about right on the wanted
poster. It seemed to take the form of a young woman with dark green
hair, a large flower adorning her head like an accessory. Vines
surrounded her, a large concentration of them keeping her legs out of
view if she even had them. Some covered parts of her torso, giving a
teasing and alluring appearance.

'It already knows were here. Probably
has known for the past ten minutes. Kuradoberi, you take the left.
Boy, you take the right. I'll take it head on. If it uses it's
pollen, cover your nose and mouth and find safer ground or find a way
to blow it away from you. It would be troublesome to have one or both
of you become sex crazed.' Sol muttered.

'Same goes for you, Sol.' Jam
mentioned. Sol shrugged.

'Not likely. I've dealt with some
before. My body's immunization has been built up against it and I'm
used to the effects of the urges enough not to succumb. You two just
worry about yourselves.' He said, before taking off in a dead sprint
towards the creature. Roots shot up from the ground, but he was fast
enough to bypass each one before they could hinder him in any way. He
did this to show the two just how quick they would have to be to
react to the creature's attacks. Already upon her, he drew his sword
with his left hand alone and swung it towards the main body, but she
had already entrapped herself with more vines as a failsafe should
her roots not prove effective. The blade, massive as it was, could
not hack completely through the heavy foliage. Sol retreated with a
black flip as roots burst from under him and swung his blade along
his movement, cutting through the roots as they tried to surround
him.

'Well it certainly has quick reflexes,
but our speed should suffice. The two of us are not nearly as heavy
as Sol, nor are we weighed down with a heavy weapon.' Jam mentioned
while her arms went behind her to grasp at the flowing back end of
her dress so that it wouldn't suspend her movement as she looked to
Bridget. The boy nodded in his agreement. Even though he had a large
handcuff to show his profession, it was more than just show and was
hallowed out and contained massive amounts of metal wire to feed his
yo-yo so it never ran out and still hardly weighed much despite the
size. The two headed in opposite directions, planning to strike on
either side as Sol had directed of them. Jam got to where she needed
to first due to her longer strides, plus she was so used to wearing
stilettos that they didn't slow her down in the slightest. She
already changed directions to move herself towards the Mark. Roots
sprouted from underneath the ground, but she was easily quicker. Sol
had cut away a small portion of the protective foliage, exposing only
a small part of the Mark's body. Seeing her opening, she gathered ki
into her fist. She released the energy like a laser, hitting it's
target dead on. The Mark let out a shrill cry at the unexpected
strike. Bridget allowed the momentary shock to ready his own attack
and used much the same accuracy Jam did in tossing his yo-yo into the
small opening before she had a chance to reinforce it.

'Go Roger!' The boy commanded. The
yo-yo transformed into a sentient mechanical teddy bear. Roger rode a
mini circus bike with one large wheel and a small wheel. The large
wheel was surrounded by flames, which bit and burned into the Mark's
tender flesh. It earned even greater cries of pain as well as burnt
away most of the protective shielding she had placed in front of her.

'Yahoo! We did it!' Jam and Bridget
exclaimed at the same time.

'You morons! Don't become complacent!'
Sol roared at them. No sooner had he said that, roots rose up right
underneath the two younger Bounty Hunters. Jam's legs had been
caught, while Bridget was protected as Roger pushed him aside before
getting entangle. Sol grunted in annoyance. Roots came underneath him
as well, but he twisted his body and had his sword in front to defend
against them. Seeing the burning mess of a creature with a side long
glance, Sol wrenched the weapon behind him as he thrust the blade
forward with both hands, his right resting on the pommel. Once he
felt the tip connect, his right arm added momentum in his thrust to
stab right through the Mark's stomach. He twisted the sword so it
would inflict a larger wound as he pulled it out effortlessly from
her stomach, using momentum to swing his blade in a wide arc to sever
her head from her neck. The roots went slack almost instantly,
beginning to turn brown and shrivel up.

'Roger! Your okay!' Bridget pulled the
bear free, finding his body with a few rips, showing some of the
gadgetry within. Bridget would be able to patch up the teddy bear
easily enough. Jam kicked out of her binding, not finding anything
wrong with her legs except for some slight bruises from getting
squeezed hard. While the two younger Bounty Hunters looked proud of
what was accomplished, much of the satisfaction was taken away by the
grim look of Sol's visage as his separate colored eyes beheld the
two.

'Didn't I say that the two of you had
to be attentive and wary? To not remain stationary until you knew for
sure the bitch was fucking dead? Eh?' His voice was low and throaty
as he spoke, but his eyes held the rage of a bellowing inferno ready
to burst free. He was pissed to say the least.

'But...' Bridget began to speak but was
cut off by the man.

'Just shut your fucking trap, boy. This
should have been a good learning experience, should have lasted
longer for the both of you. But then you get full of yourselves after
a couple of powerful attacks and stand there to gloat. If I had been
any later, both of you might have been injected. I'm not even sure if
I really was in time. Kuradoberi, let's have a look to make sure your
legs weren't cut.' He turned toward Jam. She had taken offense to
Sol's words, however.

'I'm fine, Sol! She didn't do a damn
thing to me but give a hard squeeze. We did great, and you know it!
Your just too proud to admit it! We outdid you!' She bragged,
crossing her arms and turning her head away from him in annoyance.
Her legs did hurt but she was too proud to show she was in pain,
believing the creature just gave her legs a good crushing. Sol
sheathed his weapon amongst his sling of belts.

'You both were amazing for finding that
opening and exploiting it. I ain't knocking that, and I don't care if
you two outshine me. The fact of the matter is that I'm trying to
help keep you two alive and unharmed to fight another day. Either one
of you could have died today for those stupid mishaps.' He said,
crossing his own arms and sighing tiredly.

'Tch, why do you always have to
criticize us, even when you give some praise, Sol? So we made a
mistake. It's what makes us Human. We aren't perfect.' She could have
argued on and on, but being with Sol made Jam a little more subdued
with herself. Like his calm wisdom rubbed out much of the spunk and
flair she used to have, making her think more before doing. She and
Bridget yearned for approval from Sol because he was usually the one
to outshine them yet never admit fully when they did good and didn't
require much help from him. Such was a case like today.

'Well then...do as you two like for all
I care.' That was a common response of Sol's when he was too lazy to
argue anything further. He walked ahead of the two back to where
their equipment was, the creature's head held in his hand by her
hair. Jam scowled at his retreating form. He always distanced himself
no matter what, but it was always more so when little arguments arose
between her and Sol. Bridget was too revering of Sol to really argue
anything with the older man and would succumb quickly when Sol
reacted even slightly hostile, like earlier.

..........

'I'm tired...' Jam muttered to herself
as she opened the door to her room. Sol had been ahead of them and
keeping his distance. He had gotten his share of the bounty and left
the rest for Jam and Bridget to acquire before he headed to their
home. Many different cooking books and utensils laid scattered on her
small table but the rest of the room was otherwise clean. Bridget's
room was the largest and had many expensive furniture and trinkets
due to his multi-billion dollar family sending him gifts. She hated
going to Sol's room for much of anything. Sometimes she wonders if
there is anyone as inhuman as him. Though he wanders during the night
most of the time and hardly uses his room, she hates to see the rare
moments when he does. There are no windows, only an extra door that
allows Sol to come and go as he pleases without letting them know. He
doesn't even have a true bed, only an old mattress. No blanket or
pillow either. On the other end is a small bathtub with only a cold
water faucet, as he uses fire magic to generate heat for it. He has
an ancient sound system that is a blacktech device called a CD Player
which he plays old rock music of a favorite band of his from times
long past and forgotten to just about the rest of the outside world.

'Damn that stubborn guy, walking ahead
of us and not even allowing us to even catch up.' She said to herself
as she removed the hair ornament to let her hair fall completely
free. Her hair was about three feet longer than she was tall, easily
hitting the floor if she hadn't held it up. She sat down on the small
bed, letting the hair cascade across the covers. She began removing
her gloves and let them hang from the back of a wooden chair near her
bed. She finally removed her boots.

'Eh? A hole in my boot?' She saw that
the material had been punctured open in the back. She looked to the
back of her foot, finding a small wound there with dried up blood.

'Oh? So that must have been why my foot
was hurting a bit more than usual. Guess I should clean it up.' She
told herself as she slipped out of her dress. Once she was completely
naked she made her way to her bathroom to shower and freshen up. She
turned the hot water on until it was just right before heading in,
lathered her body up and began to clean away at her body. Now she
started to feel strangely light headed.

'Why...? I...' Her breathing became
ragged, her body heating up, especially in between her legs and it
wasn't from the hot water.

'So hot...I...I'm...aroused, aren't I?'
She began to message one of her breasts with one hand while the other
snaked down to her nether lips. She began to rub herself slowly, but
being so wet down there already, she began to rub furiously. She was
able to come so easily after a few minutes of her own ministrations.
Coming seemed to clear her mind a bit and she was able to gather what
was going on.

'It was...her!' She had even read it in
the Bounty. The Nature Nymph could put a sexual hunger effect on
those around her. Though primarily with pollen, she could use other
things even her own roots. Jam realized that Sol had been right all
along. It was what he wanted them to avoid, yet she and Bridget let
their pride take over their common sense with that tag team attack of
their's, halting the assault and allowing the Mark to strike easily.
Bridget had been lucky Roger was there to save him, but Jam had been
trapped. Sol had killed the Mark with as much haste possible to try
and halt the Mark from possibly trying to get either of his teammates
from becoming sex crazed. And now here she was, masturbating in her
own shower. The effects hadn't been very quick because the Mark could
not aim higher on her targets to get her poison to speedily go to the
brain, and the wound on Jam's foot was not painful enough for her to
bother with too much, combined with her being moody about Sol's
comments. Though she came several times now, the urge was not leaving
her. With what little resolve she still held in her brain, she made
her way naked and soaking wet to Sol's room and began knocking on the
door erratically.

'Sol! Sol! Are you in there? You were
right! I've...' She knew that he would rather not have to deal with
her but also knew that in his own way he cared, and maybe he could
help. If not with a cure, then hopefully someone to fuck until the
effects finally dissipated. Unfortunately she got no answer, deciding
to let herself in. The light from the hallway filtered into the room,
showing no sign of the senior Bounty Hunter. He must have gone out
after he arrived back at their abode. The urge to fuck overcame her
logic, though she fought hard mentally to try and contain her hunger
for sex. If had been no use in the end and like a puppet being jerked
by the puppeteer's strings, she headed to the only other male living
in the house. Lust overcame logic, and she stealthily opened the door
to Bridget's room. The girlish boy was sleeping like a rock on top of
a large bean-bag seat, snoring softly. He was dressed in simple loose
fitting black shorts and a blue shirt. Roger was turned off, having
some patches over the places where Bridget sew him up. The Boy was
completely oblivious to the woman, who could not get anything but sex
on her mind, not being able to care if the person was under aged. She
knelt before him, slowing lifting his shirt up and lowering his
shorts. He had developed a bit of muscle tone from his constant
fighting, but still his build was closer to that of a girl. His
manhood finally peeked out, the pubic hair having been shaved off, a
remnant of his life growing up treated as a girl. He wasn't even
circumsized, even at his current age. Jam didn't even care, soft
hands gently caressing the small member.

'Oh...ah...' The boy murmured, but did
not wake up. He was starting to become erect. A decent size for his
age. Jam began to lick the covered head, tongue swirling about to
ease some of the foreskin away from the tip of his penis. She soon
began to suck on his dick, tongue lubing up around the head. Bridget
was still sleeping, but his body reacted to the pleasure being given
to him. His hips started thrusting upwards. With each thrust, he
started to awaken little by little. As it was his first time, he
could not hold up long to the skilled woman's ministrations. He
gasped out loud as he awoke, coming in Jam's mouth. She had been a
bit surprised, releasing his dick as it continued to come on her
face, mostly on her lips and a bit dripping down to the top of her
tits.

'Uh...wha...what! J...Ja...Ms. Jam!
What are you...doing?' He could hardly believe his eyes. Her hazel
eyes held a predatory and lustful gleam in them.

'Ara...you came really fast. Guess It's
up to me to teach you the ways of women and improve your technique.'
Was all she said before engulfing his now drooping member, wanting to
stimulate it and harden it again.

'Wait...! I...I'm not ready for this!
Ms. Jam!' He grabbed a hold of her head, trying to push her free of
him. She was stronger though, and more resourceful too. She forced
his arms off her and lifted his shirt over his head, tying his arms
behind him with his own shirt. Struggling with it only made him tire
out faster. Her grasp on him was surprisingly strong, too. He could
not even wriggle free, and her elbows locked his knees to either side
so he was completely spread and open for her pursuit.

'Ms. Jam...please...stop!' He pleaded.
He had read of rare cases where a female could take a male against
his will and rape him, but being around Sol and Jam made him think
that would be the farthest of his problems. He didn't think he would
be one such case. He had felt good at first, but now it was slightly
painful as his body was getting used to it all for the first time,
and she kept using her tongue to pull his foreskin free over the
crown of his head to get to it completely unrestricted. He was now
only semi erect. She did not stop, trying to get his full erection
back. He began to get a little harder, and luckily the pain was
decreasing slowly as she lubed the foreskin a bit more. But still
there was that small discomfort of the unknown, and the pain had not
subsided.

'Ms. Jam, please...your hurting me. I'm
not used to this yet...so please...' He was completely erect again.
The foreskin had been eased about halfway lower from around the head.
She moaned out her orgasm as she came again, the vibrations
surrounding his cock and making him shiver in both pleasure and pain.

'Bridget...I'm so sorry...I can't...the
hunger...' Her mind had cleared up again, and for a few brief moments
her face shown with the utmost horror of what she was doing. Yet her
mind was overpowered by her body. Bridget was confused a bit, but the
answer came to him soon enough.

'No, Ms.Jam! You...you've been...Sol
was...he was right.' Bridget was terrified. If Sol found them like
this, what would he do to them? Even with his true family still
loving him behind the scenes of things, he felt a true family bond
with his teammates. The thought of Sol disowning or abandoning them
was a terrifying thing to Bridget, as he was the role model Bridget
hoped to aspire to in some way. Despite the gruff, sullen, and
unrefined attitude, the older man had his caring side though they
were few and far between and he took care of his own in his own way.
Bridget wanted to attain that self-sufficient nature that Sol had to
care for oneself and others all at the same time. Bridget knew he
could never do it in the aloof ways Sol was prone to do things, but
to have a piece of that caring nature was one of the main things he
felt becoming manly was a necessity. His pleading eyes could not get
through to Jam, who only looked back his erection and sliding her
hand along the shaft. She had become impatient and used her fingers
to peel back the foreskin until it slid past the crown to free his
whole head. Bridget screamed in pain, but was unable to do anything.
Jam licked at the unbound head in earnest, also kissing and caressing
it with her lips. The pain was fading and being replaced with
pleasure. His erratic breathing was calming down slowly.

'Ms. Jam...' He couldn't resist in the
beginning and still was in the same predicament. He could only give
in to her further. She leaned closer to his face to kiss him, placing
her body on top of his and preparing to mount him. Aiming his penis
to her entrance, she finally impaled herself on him. He had thought
her mouth had been warm, but the warmness of being inside of her was
even more so combined with the slick tightness. She rode him up and
down, loving the feel of him inside her. He began to thrust his hips
up into her of his own accord, wanting that sweet friction to
continue all over his cock.

'Ah...Bridget...it feels so good!' She
hugged his face to her breasts as she kept moaning in pleasure. He
began to lap at one of her nipples with his tongue, earning further
approval. His stamina built up since he unloaded his come from his
first time, but still new and he already felt himself close to
release again.

'Ms. Jam...I'm going to...it's
close...' He warned her.

'Me too...' She rocked faster on top of
him. They both screamed in bliss as their orgasms took them. Their
breaths were ragged. Bridget could get used to being like this, the
warmth starting to lull him asleep, though his mind told him that it
would not be so. Jam was not finished with him yet, the effects could
take days to ware off. He silently prayed he could be strong enough
to last. It came suddenly and unexpectedly, a large hand crushed
around Jam's neck and she was lifted off the youth. That large hand
belonged to none other than Sol Badguy, the metal finger nails dug
painfully at Jam's neck, close to breaking skin. Bridget was just as
surprised, gaping like a fish on dry land as he beheld Sol's eyes.
Those eyes glowed with a faint light, not even human looking in their
appearance. More akin to a wild animal.

'Sol!' Bridget finally found his voice.

'Heavy...this whole fucking situation.
You were injected, weren't you, woman. And then you fuck a person
who's underage.' Sol growled low in his throat. His canines had
elongated like fangs.

'Sol...I...can't...' Jam's throat was
constricted by his hand, cutting off her air supply steadily. Not
even her martial prowess could get her out of this, as his other arm
pinned her hands behind her while locking her legs with his own.

'Please let her go, Sol! Even if she
was drugged, I consented as well!' Bridget lied, making Sol focus his
attention to him. The older man scoffed in his disbelief.

'You expect me to believe that bull
shit, boy? The way your tied up and not being able to free yourself
tells me otherwise.' Sol said bluntly before turning to face Jam
again. Both the younger Bounty Hunters showed fear in their eyes at
the maddening glowing eyes.

'What...are you planning to do with
her...Sol?' Bridget was too afraid to want to know. Sol's gaze was
murderous. The older man sighed.

'No...that ain't the real question to
be asked. It's what will you two do once you've found out what I
truly am.' He brought his head forward, the headpiece on his head
clanking soundly with her forehead. The force send her toppling onto
Bridget's bed, coughing as her lungs painfully refilled with air. Sol
tore the headpiece from his forehead, and Bridget's room started to
rise in temperature. The heat was coming from the emblem on Sol's
forehead. The marking that showed the distinction between Human and
the biological weapons, Gears. With speed beyond any Human could
react, he was on top of Jam and pinning her down. He brought his
forehead to her's, the very heat making her scream in pain from the
intensity of the heat like that of a raging inferno. She went limp
instantly when he lifted his head off of her's, her body perspiring
greatly.

'What...? What did you do?' Bridget
could only look in awe and fear at Sol. The older man had been a Gear
all along, explaining a great deal of the inhumanity he often
displayed.

'Chased most of the poison out of her.
If I went all the way, she'd be burnt to a crisp. At least this way,
it should take less than a couple of hours for her to recover her
true self.' He explained, turning away.

'Sol...? Jam had regained
consciousness, looking at the Gear's back through hazy vision.

'So, what will you two do? You know
what I am. I ain't nowhere near as benevolent as Dizzy. It took a
long time for her to be accepted, and now you two will be the
deciding factor if another Gear with free will is discovered.' He
stated, putting his headpiece back over his forehead. It was tied
more loosely, letting his long hair flow free from it's usual tied up
tail

'Why have you been hiding the fact that
your a Gear, Sol? Humans are much more accepting of Gears.' Bridget
tried to sit up, the task proving difficult in his worn out state
from sex and having his arms tied.

'The true reason the world accepts a
Gear is because Dizzy is only a halfling. They would never accept a
full Gear.' He said.

'Full Gear?' Neither one knew what he
meant.

'Dizzy is the product of a Human and a
Gear. The masses don't know she isn't full save for a sparse few. The
side that makes her Human is what has allowed her acceptance. She has
never shown the mutations that make her a Gear to anyone outside of
battle. Most think she could pass off as completely Human as they've
not seen the true destructive power her Gear side is capable of, not
even the two of you know. I'm of the old generation, where Humans are
completely converted to become Gears, not through reproduction.' He
explained.

'But...you pass off as completely
Human, too, Sol.' They were confused. Why was Sol so adamant about
keeping his secret?

'Still don't get it? Dizzy is far more
advanced than myself, and able to control her power through
communication with her systems. My power far exceed her own, but my
control is much more limited, because that power is so overwhelming.
You saw some of my mutations, but if left alone and unchecked, the
Gear in me would take over. No one can last against the pure strength
of it. Only my headpiece keeps it completely sealed and allows me to
maintain both my Human form and my humanity. It's better if the world
did not know.' He turned to them and in a great show of
uncharacteristic to his nature, he kneeled and bowed to them.

'I have asked little of the two of you
outside of performing Bounty Hunts. I'm powerless to your decision,
but I beg you both to keep quiet about my true self. Please...' He
voice was soft and quiet. He really wanted them to not reveal the
Gear to the world. Jam was soon kneeling beside him, touching his
cheek.

'Of course if you don't want us to tell
others, we won't. Right, Bridget?' She turned to the boy, who nodded
his affirmation vigorously.

'Of course not, Sol. We're all a team
after all.' The two looked at the older man with complete sincerity.
He visibly relaxed.

'On an unrelated note, Sol. I feel the
urge coming back, so could you please help me. I feel terrible for
doing the things I did with Bridget, who wasn't old enough yet.' Jam
stated. Sol nodded.

'Alright. One more time is all you
should really need. Let me untie the boy first.' He had Bridget free
in only a few short seconds.

'Wait, Sol! I...I...I want to help,
too!' He said with conviction as he looked strongly at the older man.

'She already had her way with you and
you want more? It was your first time...' He was interrupted by
Bridget.

'I can handle it, she's my teammate
too.' His eyes spoke volumes of his determination.

'Boy...no, not
anymore...Bridget...seems you were forced to grow up even quicker.
But since it's what you really want, I can't deny you of your
contribution.' Sol finally acknowledged him by his name for the first
time. Bridget almost broke into tears.

'Sol...' Was all he could say. The
older man smirked.

'Well then...let us get down to
business.' He picked up Jam bridal style before laying her gently on
Bridget's bed.

'You take the front, I got the back.'
He said, already stripping himself free of his clothing and weapon,
keeping only his headpiece where it was on his forehead. Bridget
followed on instinct and was already laying by Jam, grasping hold of
her breasts and suckling at her nipples, much to the woman's delight.
She felt Sol's scarred and muscle body against her back, fingers
tracing imaginary lines along her hip and leg. He pushed her long
hair away from her neck, long tongue licking at the back of it. His
tongue was longer than the other two thought, able to lick at her
exposed throat without him having to even move his head from it's
position behind her. Bridget led himself lower along Jam's front,
licking at her toned stomach, stopping to nip at her belly button and
making her squeal in pleasure as her hand wove through his long blond
strands. Sol went slightly lower, tongue lapping at the small of her
back between the shoulder blades, arms coming forward to reach her
breasts and give them firm yet gentle squeezes. Bridget finally made
his way down to her nether lips, and started to lick at her inner
folds before he began to thrust his tongue as far as he could inside
her.

'Ah! Bridget, don't stop!' She moaned
out, pushing his head as close as she could to her pussy. Sol had
gotten lower now as well, parting her ass cheeks with his hands,
beginning to lick at her anal ring. Jam wasn't used to it however.

'Sol...that's my...' She couldn't get
more words out, with Bridget stimulating her from the front and Sol's
won ministrations becoming oddly more pleasurable to her as he
continued to lick. He began using his fingers to expand her back
entrance.

'Jam, I'm hard. I'm gonna put it in
now.' Bridget said as he lifted his body up against her, bringing his
manhood towards her entrance. As He still lacked experience, he was
having some trouble trying to aim his erection into her.

'Don't worry, it'll just take some more
practice. I really need it inside me now though, Bridget.' Jam became
impatient while in her pleasure, and guided his erection inside of
her herself. Bridget could only nod, her warmth encircling him. Sol
made his move after he believed her to be lubricated enough with
saliva, his much larger erection entering her from behind. Though he
did it gently, the odd sensation surprised her, bringing with it some
pain as well as pleasure.

'Ah! Ow! Sol...your too...big...' She
complained slightly at the foreign feelings. She could not stretch
very far back there at all for him, though, and he could only bring
about half of his full erection inside.

'What...is he doing?' Bridget asked in
naivete.

'I'll tell you later, just start
moving. And you'll get used to it in a little bit, Jam.' He said.
Bridget did as instructed, and Sol began thrusting in and out of her
back entrance at the same time. True to his words, it didn't take
long before Jam felt as if she died and went to heaven. The two males
picked up the pace, earning more pleasurable noises out of Jam's
mouth.

'Sol...Bridget...I'm gonna come!' She
mewled out, crushing Bridget against her bosom.

'Jam...! Me too!' Bridget screamed out.
Sol only grunted out his own affirmation. The two pulled out,
Bridget's come spraying white globs against her stomach, while Sol's
sprayed along her back and long hair.

..........

'Hopefully that will do it. She want to
rest. Lots and lots of rest.' Sol said, a cigarette he had yet to
light was dangling between his lips. Bridget was limping beside him,
watching as Jam was lain on her bed.

'I think she'll be fine. But Sol...what
did you do behind her? You didn't actually...?' Bridget wasn't sure
if he wanted to continue speaking or not. Sol just shrugged.

'You'll learn more about it later. No
need to rush things.'

...Fin...
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