Rakuraizer: Grand Revival

Kenta awoke the next morning to the sunlight streaming in through the window. He groaned, and lifted his weary head.

Those gentle beams making there way in through the blinds also curved over the naked bodies of the two young, sleeping beauties laying on either side of him, accentuating their features and highlighting the brands that the pair had marked themselves with even further. With both Sunset and Fluttershy clinging to him in their sleep, he felt slightly trapped - like a pair of cats laying on him that he didn't want to disturb. They looked so peaceful.

Thinking about the brands tattooed onto Sunset and Fluttershy's wombs caused Kenta's oversized organ to awaken as well. They’d given him permission for basically anything. He could probably fuck them while they were asleep and they'd be totally fine with it. In fact, he could probably just skip class and spend the whole day railing the two slutty, overdeveloped little schoolgirls into a fuck-coma, then railing them out of it.

The thought of the two girls blissed out of their minds and covered in his cum was very, very appealing.

Kenta shook his head, trying to come to his senses. No, he probably shouldn’t. Despite everything that had happened, the girls still needed to go to class. They were their own persons and if anything, those brands showed just how much trust they were putting in him. He couldn't just let them down. Still, it was pretty early and they had just been through a harrowing situation, so slowly, quietly, he slipped out from inbetween them, and carefully climbed out of bed.

Sunset made a small little whining noise as she felt around for a warmth that was no longer there. Then she wriggled closer to Fluttershy, pressing her body against her classmate's and causing their tits to squish and slide together. Kenta froze, watching and hoping he hadn't just woken her up... but not long after Sunset's breathing slowed and she drifted back into dreamland.

With a soundless sigh of relief, Kenta grabbed his phone and slipped out of the bedroom.

Text Message History, Kenta’s Phone: Rose Lalonde

Hey, there. How's it going?

Hey.
... Wasn't looking forward to this.
I feel like such an idiot. But yeah, other than that, fine.

Hey, don't feel like an idiot. You're really not.
Just wanted to check up on you and uh...
I guess see if you were doing okay. A lot happened. I know you're pretty strong but still.

This kind of thing was hard for Kenta. He wasn't exactly sure how much space someone like Rose needed. He was concerned for her since she was dead-center in the middle of that giant demon, and she had wanted to go willingly. Just how in the world was he supposed to ask if someone was 'okay' after something like that?

I've always had a sixth sense, you know. I'm sure I don't need to tell you there's people in this world with abilities that can't be easily explained.
It lets me feel what others are thinking. What you were thinking.
I mean, I already knew you were the pilot of that thing... I'm not talking about that part, I would have figured that out either way.
But it got more complicated later.
Just... I wanted to help you. I saw the burden you were feeling inside every day. That's all.
That's when I felt him. It.
Semi.
He had a serious bone to pick with the Geomorph Generals, he told me that ancient Geomorph Crystals eventually start to become intelligent on their own. Which was why he didn't want to go with them, but they forced him anyway.
... It. Forced it. Whatever.
They changed something in him to catalyze the growth process that creates the Geomorph weapons you've been fighting, but without a host it just creates... uh... all this shit.
So I cut a deal with him.
He told me how to do it, how to enact the ritual using files on Celestia's computer. He gave me the passwords and I just typed them in.
We agreed to do it at the school so I could have her 'private reserve' on hand in case anything went wrong.
...And there wasn't supposed to be anyone on the school grounds to endanger. You kinda messed that part up.
I know it was stupid now, but at the time I was just thinking I was tired of just being... you know, just another face in your class. Just another person depending on you to do everything for us. Save us all. I’m not some fucking freeloader.
I thought maybe I could control it, keep my sense of life. But once I was inside of him... yeah. Any longer and I'd have been ripped apart.
I'd have become just another organ in that thing's body. There's no way I could have maintained my sense of self in there.
So thankyou for saving me.
]
Haha. Yeah uh. I guess it was weird how we were at school huh?
Honestly maybe there was something to what Semi was saying. If he hated the Geomorphs then maybe there was other stuff he knew...
But when I saw what he was doing, and then when you said you were about to...
...I just kinda. Got pissed at him. For trying to use you like that.
Just don't sell yourself short. We only won because you were helping us. Holding him back for as long as you did.
You're way stronger than you're letting on, you know?

It's okay. Maybe he'll talk to me again somehow.
I definitely don't want you beating yourself up over that.

...
Wait...
I think I missed something. What do you mean Celestia's 'private reserve'?

Uh.
Yeah. She has a whole... um.
Sorry, I guess you didn't know. It was pretty clear to me with the whole mind-reading thing. Oops.
Celestia's computer is full of stuff about that organization you work for. You know, Mighty Guard?
She's one of their top staff, almost on the same level as Director White herself.
... Should I even be telling you this?

Kenta took a minute to reply. He was staring at the screen in disbelief.

But it also made a kind of twisted sense... Why wouldn’t Celestia be high up in MG? She ran the school filled with their pilot test candidates. How in the world could he have missed something like that? He covered his face with his palm.

Uh... probably not, but let’s ignore that. This definitely sounds like something I should be in on.
In fact, yeah. I'm gonna have to have a talk with those two. I think it's time I got the full story.
This cloak and dagger stuff just isn't cool, especially when it's hurting you girls.
...Wait, you've read my mind?
...
...I sincerely apologize for what I was thinking about and only ask your forgiveness.

Honestly, after everything you’ve done for me? I might have to pencil in a few of those woman-degrading wank fantasies of yours for later this week. I really liked #2 and #17.
If you've got time, I mean.

#17, huh? That's... getting a bit out there. You sure are hitting the ground running, here.
... But I really don’t see women like that. I’m not like that, I swear.

That's a relief. My wino mom only wants me spreading my legs for the most upstanding gentlemen.
I'll need you to treat me with the utmost respect while you're doing all those awful, awful things to me.

Aaaand now he was imagining doing dirty, deplorable things with both Rose and her mom at the same time. While being a gentleman about it. So basically just the same but with a top hat and gloves. Shit, how far was the range on that mind-reading thing? Could she do it over text? Maybe he should just stop thinking about it. Of course, trying to not think about it only made him think about it even more. Those black painted lips would probably feel really good around his -

Oh please. I wouldn't dream of not treating you with the respect you deserve.
...Hopefully the range on that mind-reading thing isn't that long.

Only about ten feet. You're safe, perv.

Oh thank god.
I mean I have no idea what you're talking about.

One awkward discussion with Rose over text later, and Kenta's mind was practically racing. He had just wanted to make sure that she was okay, but what she had told him had been quite the eye-opener. Celestia, the headmistress of Bakunyuu, was one of Mighty Guard's top staff. It made sense in hindsight. Of course she was. She was the head of a school that was supposed to be a front for a pilot test program. All of the girls were candidates. Why in the world would she not be?

But she was on the same level as Director Swan. There's no way that the two haven't been in direct contact. This whole time he was trying to keep the fact that he was piloting the Rakuraizer a secret from someone who already KNEW about it. He thought he was juggling two jobs when, in reality, they were just extensions of the same job. The more he thought about how little he actually knew about what he was doing, the more annoyed at the pair he got. Even if they weren't lying to him, it was a lie of omission. It was high time that he got answers. All of them.

His phone had a group chat feature. Granted he never actually used it much up until right now, but it seemed right to send the same message to both Celestia and Swan. They needed to meet as soon as possible:

Hey you two? We really need to have a talk.
There was an attack at Bakunyuu last night and some pretty important things just came up.
Like the fact that Celestia is top staff at Mighty Guard.
This cloak and dagger stuff is getting on my nerves, especially since I thought that I was supposed to be hiding the fact that I was working for MG from someone who, you know, was high up in MG.
One of my students almost died last night, and if I hadn't stayed at the school as late as I did, she just might have.
I know I'm not a smart guy, but you two owe me some answers. Especially if I'm supposed to be protecting these girls.
Both of you. Celestia's office.

After sending the text, Kenta waited, standing stock-still and wishing his pounding heart to slow down. He didn't like to be forceful at all, especially to two beautiful ladies, but this was important. He needed to know in order to protect the people he cared about. With another sigh, he ran his hand through his hair and tried to put what he had just said out of his mind so he could get ready.

It was a legendary telling-off. Especially coming from Kenta. Hardly the kind of guy to ever raise his voice to a woman, Kenta found some inner well of strength thinking about the danger Celestia's lax attitudes to security had inadvertently placed Rose in.

And his employers, both of them, were humbled. Celestia obviously bore the brunt of the blame, but Swan was aghast as well. He'd never forget the sight of those two capable, talented, intelligent women squirming in their seats as he scolded them like he might any pair of teens in his class. Celestia, in her form skirt-suit with the extra-tight jacket, worming under his gaze. Swan in her classy government lackey uniform twirling her fingers in her hair as she pursed her lips, wincing whenever Kenta told her this ended today, and he wouldn't allow them to keep secrets from him anymore.

Of course, those dangerous files on Celestia's computer were removed. And, of course, they agreed to no longer keep any secrets from him. The history of the school and its foundation by Mighty Guard - all its history leading up to the present, as a government-secured fortress to keep those capable as mecha pilots safe - was revealed to him, even that several of his very own students were secretly Mighty Guard security forces.

And while the Geodemon had been vanquished soundly and there seemed little need, the girls also promised to make those files available to him for his review.

But... There was still the matter of re-earning Kenta's trust. An apology would surely ring hollow if not backed up by sincerity, and on this point the buxom duo hesitated. How could two fit, tightly-built, enormous-breasted and big-assed girls possibly begin apologizing to their young, strong, hunky male executive, packing enough testosterone for an entire football team? Quite a mystery indeed.

Eventually, Celestia came up with a solution. "There's no choice but for me to step down as Headmistress. Yes, I feel this is the only way."

She bowed her head demurely, hiding... what might have been a hint of a smile? It was always hard to tell with her.

"Kenta, from this day onwards, I would ask you to take over my role as the school's headmistress, and allow me to become your lowly secretarial aide. If you would~"

With raised eyebrows, Kenta looked at Celestia's lowered head and the small smile creeping onto her face. She had to realize that he wasn't going to take her job, they both knew he wasn't cut out for administrative work and she was just trying to fluster him. If he didn't know his boss, it might have worked, too, but since he began working at Bakunyuu, he's become a little accustomed to the mysterious and wily slut of a headmistress.

Looking over Celestia, though... he couldn't help but fantasize. Kenta as the head of the school, her as his secretary in a short, tight skirt and a thin, ill-fitting blouse with no bra. Spending more time under his desk than behind her desk with his cock lodged in her throat almost perpetually as her huge, soft tits pressed against his legs - his cum covering more of her body than any of her future tops ever would. He'd grab onto handfuls of that auroral display of hair and pump away load after load into her while -

Kenta felt his cock rising as his imagination got away from him. He mentally slapped himself. This was no time to be thinking about things like that, it just distracted from the matters at hand. Stealing a glance at Celestia again, he figured that this was probably part of her play. He sighed and crossed his arms.

At least Director Swan was taking this whole thing seriously. She was so earnest and kind that it made his heart soar.

With a bit of an eye roll, though, he tried to move things along and get the real deal out of the curvy, cunning bombshell who hired him. "Come on, boss, don't give me that. I'm not cut out to do your job and you know it, so don't try to pawn that off on me. What are you really getting at, huh? What would you have done if I actually said yes right then?"

Celestia raised her eyes to his, showing him that sly smile. "Oh, I probably would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Every strong female executive fantasizes about one of her subordinates pulling the rug out from under her, you know. The loss of power and status, the humiliation..."

"... Being able to just get the tea and then disappear under your boss's desk like a good girl, instead of having to file all that difficult, agonizing paperwork all the time..." echoed Swan, before realizing she was thinking aloud. She blushed, placing two fingertips over her lips. "Excuse me."

Of course Celestia would want to be humiliated like that, and Kenta almost responded to her right there with something to that effect. But when then Swan spoke up and agreed... the snarky comeback that had been building up in him died in his throat, coming out as a choked-out, barely audible croak instead. Director Swan, the utter picture of the blonde, American bombshell bimbo, had pretty much vocalized his fantasy, word-for-word.

He was so completely bowled over that he was barely able to process what happened next. His brain just wasn't equipped to handle so much so quickly.

Celestia swayed her hips, assuming a thinking posture. She kicked them back and forth as she tapped her chin. "We just... oh, we need to do something, Kenta. To show you how sincerely sorry we are."

Swan leaned forwards, balling her fists under her chin. " That is so true!"

Celestia grinned.

She took Swan aside, whispering in the other girl's ear. Swan nodded along for a little, then looked startled. Then she kept nodding.

"A - Alright, if you insist..."

Both girls turned back to face him, now with an air of mischief hanging over. "Well then... With your permission, we'll begin the Total Submission Nude Dogeza Display~" purred an obviously-aroused Celestia, already moving to unbutton her jacket.

Kenta finally recovered his senses. And by the time he did, Celestia was already unbuttoning her top.

...Was she really going to...? Wait, was Swan actually going to go along with something like this?! What kind of dark powers did Celestia actually hold? Was Kenta, mere human that he was, toying with forces that he simply couldn't understand?

This bitch really was on a whole other level.

Kenta sighed again and put his hand on his face, mostly to hide the fact that it was getting to be almost beet red. His bulge throbbed in his pants, quite visible to both of the girls and betraying his demeanor as an upstanding citizen for the red-blooded male in the presence of such high-class breeding material that he was. The headmistress would probably always end up with the upper hand in this situation, and she knew it. Forget the Geomorphs, because he was staring at the true threat right in front of him.

"...C-Celestia, you really are a huge, dirty slut, aren't you?"

"Oh my... I'm going to pen you down for insubordination to your superiors, young man. Don't forget we're still the two most powerful women in Japan, mm?"

Swan elbowed Celestia in the ribs, shooting her a dirty look. Celestia actually looked embarrassed enough to avert her eyes, scratch her nose, and fidget a little. Amazing. So her attitude did have its limits.

It was the first time he'd ever seen Celestia bow to anyone, really. Swan could probably be scary when she wanted to.

" The 'dogeza,' we just... take off our clothes, and...?"

Celestia smiled. "That's right. Bow nicely and beg for forgiveness. Just copy me."

"L-ladies, wai-"

Kenta's half-hearted objection didn't even have time to fully leave his mouth before his two bosses began stripping off their ill-fitting clothes. Off came the expensive jacket, the fancy dress shirt, the thin, form-fitted pencil skirt. After removing each and every item, Celestia carefully piled her clothes at Kenta's feet, folding them neatly as was the way to properly do so. Swan confusedly removed her tiny jacket as well, then reached behind her for the zipper on the back of her microdress. Celestia helped her, tugging it all the way down Swan's back.

Swan gulped. She was the only non-Japanese person here, after all, trying to follow along with what she must consider an important Japanese tradition of apology. She had no idea this was just Celestia's idea of a good time.

Diligently kneeling in black thong and pasties, Swan folded her clothes as Celestia had done.

"Oh, you wear a bra?" she asked Celestia a little dumbly. "I never would have guessed..."

Celestia frowned. "Just at work. Some days I do need the extra support." To punctuate her point, she bumped Swan's slightly-smaller barbie-doll bimbo breasts with those oversized melons. Swan gasped as her breasts ended up practically buried in the other woman's rack, no longer able to be seen. "Yes, I see..."

They continued undressing, Swan peeling her pasties and Celestia unhooking her bra. Bare breasts wobbled under Kenta's gaze. Finally, both women hooked their thumbs in their underwear and slid them down.

Click-clack. Four high heels, one pair of stockings, one pair of pantyhose and two pairs of underwear were placed with finality on top of the pile.

Celestia knelt first, sliding down to her knees, looking wistfully up at Kenta as she placed both hands on the floor. The pale-ivory goddess with the immensely plump body lowered her head until her forehead rested on the floor, groveling pitifully for Kenta's approval beside all her folded-up clothes. Her bare ass wiggled with her continued embarrassment.

Now Kenta was being treated to the sight of two ample, voluptuous visions of pure sex completely in the nude and prostrating before him. Even Swan, who usually seemed to be the most upright and vanilla of all of the girls that he had run into so far, was seemingly getting into it. Celestia's perversion must be infectious. Yes, that is exactly what he was going to blame his throbbing erection on in this situation.

Totally not his own desires. Not at all. His aching cock and itching balls were all Celestia's fault, obviously.

Celestia cleared her throat, and spoke: "I accept full responsibility for this fiasco... I misled you in regards to the full danger of your responsibilities... and what was at stake here at the school. I kept secrets from you, and made you think all this time I was unaware of your important role at Mighty Guard."

Swan followed suit, groveling nicely beside the more fully-figured woman. She looked more comfortable, and arguably looked better, no doubt used to positions like this as part of the rigid training and yoga regimens that kept her body as tight and fuckable as possible.

"Ah... I, too, accept responsibility... Please forgive us for any actions that put Rose Lalonde in danger. It was my responsibility to supervise Celestia... and I failed! I neglected the proper attitude, and I made you distrust us!"

They both cried out together, "Please forgive our mistakes, and allow us to serve you better in future!"

Kenta was drooling and light-headed as he stared at the pair begging for his forgiveness. Honestly, he never really even considered them going this far with their apology; all he actually wanted was just the transparency of not being left out of the loop or used like a pawn in a game. Just a little respect. He couldn’t even say he really considered himself their equal: they were both geniuses in their own right.

Maybe he was giving the headmistress too much trouble. Maybe he should just give her the benefit of the doubt in this situation. Yeah. He decided to tell them this wasn’t necessary. He’d let them off light. “Ladies, I - “

Swan looked up at him, seeming to sense things were already over. She looked immediately relieved, as if apologizing had lifted a great burden from her. But the moment was cut short as Celestia placed her hand on the back of Swan's head and pushed her back down. “Not yet~”

“Ladies!” Kenta tried, but Celestia simply continued in her formal voice: "If you would be so kind, please allow us to take further responsibility, if only in some small way.” She raised her voice slightly, shivering: “Please correct us for our misdeeds by having unprotected sex with both of us, ejaculating inside of our bodies as many times as you please! Use every last one of our holes until you feel we have been suitably punished!"

Swan's eyes widened, a look of abject shock spreading over her face as she turned white as a sheet. "Wha - wha - wha - whaaaaaaat?!"

And she wasn’t the only one flabbergasted as Celestia offered not only herself, but also Swan to be fucked and filled. Kenta’s jaw dropped.

But then... He could hardly have imagined this going any other way, could he? The more he thought about it, the more he realized this had probably been Celestia’ goal all along. More perversion, more sex, and more girls dragged into the bedroom was always her M.O. This devious lady had had him pinned as the perfect play-partner from the moment she first heard his voice during that phone interview, when a switch had flipped in his brain that routed all power from cognitive thought directly to his throbbing dick. At this point he honestly wasn't sure that his job description didn’t read ‘breeding stud’ in a hidden file somewhere on that pervert's computer.

Kenta's balls were really full, though. He’d been bricked up since this morning, and his idle thoughts had been filled with daydreams of getting the opportunity to spill it all into a tight, hot hole on the train ride over. So now, with the opportunity presenting itself, how could his instincts not kick in?

Biting his lip, he shot the confused Director a glance as if to apologize for what he was about to do. Then he strode towards Celestia.

Slipping his pants down was a relief in itself and as his engorged, throbbing meat finally bounced free to be exposed in the cool air, Kenta shuddered. The bucking shaft spilled its thick and heady contents to the floor, pooling in front of Celestia. The bitch was going cross-eyed staring at it, solely focused on the long strand of clear precum oozing from the tip of his cock.

"F - Fuck, I've been feeling so full since yesterday..." Kenta muttered under his breath through quickening pants. He had always been a leaker, but ever since the previous morning, he had just felt so much more pent-up and ready to unload at a moment's notice, his mind constantly filled with the desire to bend one of the many constantly-ovulating girls around him over and rail her senseless.

Thankfully, now there were two right in front of him.