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“Hngggghhh……oh yeah, take it all……” This wasn’t even remotely able to be explained away by their need to be intimate to pilot the FRANXX anymore; Zero-Two had long since snatched Hiro out of the pistil seat and was holding him slightly above his lap with a grip that pinned his upper thighs against his waist, only possible because of his ridiculously large half-Klaxosaur claws. The stamen was currently occupied with watching his thick, ridged ejaculating strap slowly sink into Hiro’s asshole as he lowered the other boy until he was properly sitting on his lap. “Damn, I can’t even feel you around me, but it looks so good that it makes me almost think I can……the adults must’ve prepped you good to get you loose enough for me to go balls deep in you with a monster like this.”
With Zero-Two specifically targeting his prostate while he was being penetrated by such a massive dick, Hiro came undone with pleasure; eyes heavy-lidded and face flushed as his cock twitched and produced even more ropes of cum to add to the small puddle across Zero-Two’s lap from all of his previous orgasms. The half-Klaxosaur had been languidly fucking him for hours now, and his belly bulged with the seed to prove it. Even in this state, his thighs tensed weakly in Zero-Two’s grip, futilely fighting what was being done to his body even now.
“N…nnnnot a pistil……’m a boyyy……”
“Yes, yes, I know, you’re a boy, and you’re a pistil. There’s nothing preventing a boy from being a pistil too. And like any good pistil, you’re gonna learn to love having me inside you, mind, body, and soul. The data collected on you from your piloting simulations told the adults that this is what your body wants, and the data doesn’t lie. Deep down inside, you crave the feeling of being fucked up the ass and pumped full of my Klaxosaur sperm.”
“…d-don’t……do thatttttt……b-boys don’t……”
“Oh no, birdie boy, boys most certainly do do that. There’s plenty of boys out there that are made to be bred, just like you. Why else would you have a fuck-me-stupid spot hidden up there if you weren’t meant to take dick from guys like me? Just sit back and let it happen, I promise I’ll make it good for you……”
“…that’s nnnnno-hnngh…..ahnnnnnngh…….”
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Many rounds later, once Zero-Two was content with how fucked-out and stuffed his new partner looked, he hugged Hiro to his chest with his forearms pinning his upper thighs against his midsection and stood up, still hilted in the dazed human; the better to show off his claim on his new pistil. Maybe if he kept at it with the same vigor and ferocity, one day it’d take and he’d actually be able to knock Hiro up. Damn, that’d be hot…
As he left Strelitzia and walked through the vast hangar and the network of corridors leading to his private quarters, he could tell those he passed had a hard time looking away from the sexual display, but they were intimidated enough by the half-Klaxosaur to at least pretend their attention was elsewhere when he swung his snout towards them.
Back at his place, he noticed Hiro had fallen asleep from exhaustion. All the better for what he was planning next; he lay his new partner facedown in a faux pistil seat he’d commissioned for “special pilot training outside the FRANXX” (read: it was a technologically advanced fucking machine) and secured the many straps around his thighs, waist, neck, and arms to ensure he was held completely in place, elevating his ass at a slightly upward tilt to avoid any of his seed leaking out. Just to make sure Hiro stayed out for this next part, he had the neck-mounted injectors give him a healthy dose of a sedative that would greatly increase his neuroplasticity for the next hew hours and set up the arm of the fucking machine, lining it up with his new pistil’s asshole. This way Zero-Two could get in some anal training while Hiro couldn’t complain, and also, knowing a machine was fucking him while he was asleep and unaware was sexy as hell.
He had the fucking machine calibrated to start with the smallest dildo and graduate up a size every time it determined that Hiro’s asshole had become properly acclimated to the stretch. The biggest dildo was a true monster, even larger than the strap he was still wearing around his waist. Now all he had to do was wait it out and watch as his self-proclaimed “not a pistil” was speared further and further open by a machine’s dick, subconsciously being rewired to enjoy being fucked and bred by his superior, by a real man like Zero-Two.
He sat back and enjoyed the sight of the smallest dildo pumping in and out of Hiro’s asshole at a carefully slow pace; it was still slightly gaping from the ass-pounding the half-Klaxosaur had given him, so the machine quickly learned that it could go faster and jumped up a few sizes to a new fucking instrument of medium length and girth. Hiro responded to each thrust —calculated for maximum stimulation of his prostate to correlate breeding with pleasure in his malleable mind— with sleepy mumbles as his limbs clumsily stirred, unable to go anywhere in the secure restraints. Gradually the incoherent murmurs turned to moans as he became more and more receptive to the idea of anal pleasure, his hips rocking slightly into each thrust by the time the machine moved up to one of the largest dildos.
Once the biggest dildo had gone through the full array of fucking speeds, the machine was instructed to automatically remove and clean all the sex toys used, as well as to insert a sizeable anal plug to ensure Zero-Two’s seed remained inside Hiro, so he’d wake up stuffed and remember all the events of yesterday. Well, all the events he’d been conscious for, anyway; he’d have no clue where the new jolt of arousal he felt at the idea of Zero-Two anally penetrating him had come from.
During the anal training, Hiro had come plenty more times as well, and the half-Klaxosaur thought it fitting to leave the small puddle of cum there below him so that he’d know that whatever had occurred while he was out, he’d enjoyed it plenty. The sight of his dick straining at full mast, barely visible beyond his bulging belly, pregnant with Zero-Two’s sperm, was almost enough to drive the half-Klaxosaur to take the plug out and try to pump him even fuller, but he managed to restrain himself.
He’d have plenty of time for that once the sedative wore off; for their first sexual encounter after initially fucking the daylights out of Hiro back in Strelitzia, he wanted him to be awake and aware of what was happening to him, as well as who the perpetrator was. Zero-Two wanted to personally watch him struggle against the surge of confusing and overwhelming arousal causing his body to betray him and succumb to the pleasure of being bred by a monster. To watch him as the internal label of “stamen” was torn away, leaving behind something soft, weak, other. Something that let out broken cries of ecstasy as Zero-Two speared it on his cock and tried his damndest to impregnate it with an unholy flood of his inhuman seed, leaving its belly taut and bulging as if it carried the half-Klaxosaur’s progeny within it.
Zero-Two absolutely loved the idea of doing all that to a man that had been freely given everything he’d had to scratch and claw for; the recognition for who he was, the privileges inherent to masculinity in their warped society, the body the half-Klaxosaur longed for. He would rip it all away from Hiro until he was nothing but a vessel to be filled by his sperm and his consciousness, a passive partner in intimacy and piloting alike.
His thoughts ran away from him in a delirious haze of rapid-fire fantasies: maybe he’d even take away its name, start calling it “Strelitzia” after the FRANXX it connected Zero-Two to. It’d be too hopped up on a permanent regimen of sedatives and neuro-drugs to even notice or care anyway. No, wait, that’d be too respectful for a sentient fuckhole like it; better to call it “Pistil” after the nature it’d tried and failed to fight. Zero-Two’s Pistil.
Pistil-016.
It had a nice ring to it. The half-Klaxosaur looked forward to brainwashing Pistil-016 into believing that had always been its name sometime in the near future.