Slave Auction/Stables/ High Aphro

[pacifistqueen]

What was going on!? The last memories Relena had were of her office doing paperwork before a strange smell reached her senses. Everything went black moments later. From there, she had patching recollections of being strapped down to a medical table with men leaning over her mixed with moments of pain, some of it she was sure made her scream and

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[rose_liberated]

Among the clients of this place were those with many strange and interesting interests. Some were simply perverts. Some were motivated by a love of aesthetic beauty. A few chose their purchases for reasons of pleasure, and then there were those who were interested in the sport of emperors. But proper warrior breeds were difficult to raise, to breed, and to maintain without the sires killing the dams before they could bear their young, or the female simply walking away from a brood she had no interest in. One who was looking to raise strong gladiators therefore might be well advised to select a female who would be able to bear her young and keep them alive until they were ready to learn to fight. A female of a strong line, but tangentially so. Then, the buyer would arrange for an array of enhancements. Wider hips, subtly tweaked hormones for obedience and willingness to mate, and the warrior phenotype on top of that. The result was not unattractive-Relena's re-sculpted muscles gave tone to her body, her joints were actually

[rose_liberated]

The mistress laughed at Relena's look. "Oh please, he won't stay small for long. Just like you have a bit of growing to do, so does he. He'll be as large as the others soon. And in the meantime, he's less liable to break you, yes?" the mistress gave Relena a pat on the bottom as she stepped forward.

Shinji, for his part, was suddenly up against the bars as Relena approached, stretching out a hand towards her. His scent was no less wonderful than that of any other male at least, and his outstretched hand wasn't possessive, but beckoning her to come into his reach and let him touch her.

[pacifistqueen]

Relena gave a faint snort. Yes, she knew that! Still, didn't stop her from being skeptical about her own frailness.

Though.. the closer he got, the better his scent was to her. Soon she was moving towards him, pressing up against the bars to let him touch her. She was reaching to do the same for the most part. Relena was curious. Who had he been before this? So far.. he seemed like he would be gentle. Perhaps that would be best for her first breeding...

[rose_liberated]

Oh, Shinji was in no condition to tell her what he had been like before, and now he scarcely cared. Because here was a female, the first he had seen, and she was to be his. And that made him run his fingers through her hair, down to her shoulders, pulling her closer so her could smell HER, and suddenly he wasn't as gentle as he had seemed.

It was probably for the best that the Mistress pulled them apart. "Well, well. Quite enough of that. We don't want to upset anyone do we? Indeed, the other males were already pounding on their doors, demanding to be let out and touch the new female. The mistress frowned. "We're going to training now. There will be time to rut like animals later."

[pacifistqueen]

At first, she leaned into the touches, letting him explore. Her own hands were doing the same right up until he became forceful. Then something just clicked within her and she wanted him. Now. Her caresses became more erotic, gaining the attention of every male.

It was a good thing her Mistress pulled her away because Relena would have continued until she was rutting with the male on the other side of the door.

After she was separated from her potential mate, she glanced at the other males. Their scents were just as enticing and they looked about ready to go as well. It was only the words from her Mistress that stopped her from seeking one of them out and possibly getting her killed before she was ready to handle them.

Training. Relena needed to be stronger to be on top. In the end her need to prove she was capable of being Alpha one out over her need to mate. For now.

[Sorry this took so long, the new format was so blah.]

[rose_liberated]

The mistress knew her pets and warriors had poor impulse control, so she didn't hold it against Relena. Nor would she have objected to the girl's desire to be alpha-she hadn't had a proper alpha female yet, and once Relena took the other three in hand, she'd greatly stabilize their little society. That is, as long as she didn't kill or maim any of them. They were proven breeders, and Relena wasn't even pregnant yet

[x.x tis okay! <3]

[pacifistqueen]

Relena followed along as she was herded underground once more. The further away from the males she got, the calmer she grew. When they stopped in the dish-shaped room, she glanced around curiously before focusing on her mistress once more.

There were even more modifications? She raised an eyebrow at the thought of having a venomous bite. It was an advantage she would make sure to use whenever she could. The items handed to her were easily put on, though the mesh shirt felt strange against her skin. But it did its job at containing her breasts.

Now Relena just had to wait for her training partner.

[rose_liberated]

She would have to wait for a little bit-after all, her Mistress needed time to change out of her clothes into her training gear herself. Not all the clients of the company that had changed her latest purchase were interested in acquiring altered others. Some of them wanted to change themselves. And ever since she had acquired her first stud, Rozalin had been fascinated with her gladiators. Two years ago, she had finally taken the plunge, and gotten almost all the mods for herself. She even had modified her reproductive system, like her breeding females, and after a bruising encounter with one of her males, had grown pregnant with a strong son. A warrior son, mute and aggressive like his father. Here, she was reshaping what it meant to be human. In thirty or forty years, all of humanity would be organized into different species, and she thought her new one-powerful and intelligent-was destined to rule

[pacifistqueen]

Relena stood there waiting, wondering who would or what would be her training partner. To occupy herself, she looked over the weapons, noting the sheer variety. So far none seemed to stand out to her. until she came across a bo staff. The weapon seemed to interest her in its simplicity. Maybe she could learn to use it?

Eventually, her attention drifted back to the pit where she waited, curious and eager to see how she measured up in training. Every passing moment, she seemed to grow slightly more agitated and aggressive. Just eager to fight!

[rose_liberated]

Rozalin re-entered the room quietly, but stood confidently at the edge of the pit, feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back, each foot long claw projecting beyond her hands. She could smell Relena's aggression-and she was stinking of anticipation herself. This scent communication was rich and deep-normal humans had no concept that it existed, but with her pets, she was fluent in it, speaking to them with almost as much meaning as her words. An introduction was useless. Instead, she just leaped down into the pit and stared at Relena.

[pacifistqueen]

Relena locked onto her Mistress, no her opponent! The scent of an eager fighter washed over her. Without a thought she grabbed the staff and leaped in after her owner. Hands grasped the staff and she just.. let instincts take over. She gave it a twirl and charged in and made a sweeping motion with the staff, attempting to knock her partner off her feet.

Unfortunately, it also left her wide open for attack.

[rose_liberated]

The mistress sniffed at her new acquisition's antics. Oh dear, this just wouldn't do. The charge and sweep were nice for a novice, but she did not raise novices. A little step backwards, and then a lunge forward, and she had Relena's staff clattering to the ground, her other claw pointed at the girl's throat to rip it out with a flick of the wrist. "That's good energy. Nothing else was praiseworthy there."

[pacifistqueen]

Considering she had no experience fighting out side of the political arena, it was at least a semi decent first try. Relena eyed the claws before pulling away enough to nod.

This was going to be a challenge for her. She picked up the staff again and observed her mistress, attempting to think this through instead of charging in. She paced a little and held her staff in a guard position. This time.. why not wait for her opponent to come to her?

[rose_liberated]

Rozalin tensed briefly, and then relaxed. "No, no. You're holing it wrong. This hand here, that hand there, see?" She pointed out the appropriate locations and mimed a slightly different angle of the guard. "You'll get your hands cut off, the way you were holding it." Finally satisfied, she lunged to the side and then forward, trying to catch Relena off guard and make her stumble.

[pacifistqueen]

Relena tilted her head and fixed her grip like she was told, getting a feel for it. She almost didn't move out of the way of the first lunge. By the second, she was already shifting her weight to stay away from the claws, her staff coming up to stop them from touching her as she nearly stumbled but managed to catch her balance last minute.

[rose_liberated]

Rozalin smiled, a tight line across her face as she pressed her attach, whirling like a dervish to come in from new angles, now ducking low, now leaping high. She let the staff clatter against her claws once or twice, but always swung them around again to threaten Relena. "Yes. That's it. Don't let me catch up to you. You need to be able to spot an opening, and if all you're doing is parrying my attacks you'll never win."