Echoes of Anima

Authors Notes

After the events in Camelot at CABRI, we return to the initial scene where Wyatt reigned victorious over the cocky girl and her Anima on Route 438. Now she must "pay" the victor as Wyatt travels home.

As promised, another chapter before the end of the year. Hoping to have one more as well as I sit down and spend more time writing. Thanks all as always for your support!

Thanks as always to KenjiSato for his editing prowess.

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BACK ON ROUTE 438, AFTER THE BATTLE WITH THE LYNEXN

"Keep on taking deep breaths." Wyatt's hand trembled, as he felt guilty pushing his defeated opponent to her back amidst the grain on the shoulder of Route 438. Just a few more meters from his home, the hubris of this girl delayed him. It was time to carry out his charge.

"Eeekk." The girl, who previously was so haughty with her challenge of an Anima battle, now covered her face in shame, as she felt Wyatt slip her jeans down her legs. His cock hung out like the sword of Damocles above her head. The very sight of it made her wheeze, as she tried to come to terms with her fate.

He didn't have to force her; she complied, for the most part, as he guided her to a soft patch of ground and ordered her to lie down for the deed. But, she certainly was not looking forward to it. Her face was redder than the rays of dusk light that showed above them in the sky, and soon sans pants, she began to, teary-eyed, try to catch her breath.

"Hey..." Wyatt ran his hand through her dark hair, trying to soothe her with his touch. This was the first girl he was breeding that had not thrown herself at him. The first girl near his age, as well. Her eyes had a fear to them, one he wished he could eradicate. "Just relax, this won't be that bad."

Beneath him, the girl grit her teeth, her brows furrowed as she glared up at him. There was no love lost for the breeder. To that end, it was time.

Reaching down, he slowly peeled her panties away from her. Her eyes clenched shut, as the most sensitive bits of skin on the girl's body were exposed to the cool air. Dark hair, matching those on her head, adorned her sex, not as neatly or deftly trimmed as the older women he had bedded. Yet, there was a sexiness to this, he certainly could feel the appeal.

Leaning down, he attempted to lighten her spirits, his nose grazing her slit as it moistened for nature's boon to be bestowed upon her. She smelt of sweat and sweetness. After he had tasted Christi, he wanted to sample some more.

It was no sooner than when he stuck his tongue and lips to her bits that she screamed. Her legs pushed him as she closed her thighs tightly.

"What! What are you doing?!" She indignantly shoved him, though not by any means forcefully enough to truly catch him off balance.

Nearby, Requiem snarled, taking a small step forward, sensing his master's frustration through the link.

"It's fine, Req..." He held out a hand, annoyed with the girl beneath him, as he tried to do a nice thing. "Sorry... just wanted to make it good for you is all."

"Make it...? Ugh... just get... get it done." She whimpered and huffed, hands returning to cover her eyes, as she opened her legs again. She knew she had little choice, but clearly, she had no interest in foreplay.

"As you wish..." She struck Wyatt as sort of rude. A briskness that made him want to be done with her, as well.

It wouldn't be long before he indulged her, opening her legs with his hand as he shoved inside of her, just as briskly as she talked. She yelped at the stretching he gave her, and Wyatt felt a remarkable tightness that none of the ladies he had experienced before had brought. Younger pussy, clearly, had its upsides. He felt sucked into this strange girl's cunt with each stroke, groaning his approval as he held her leg upwards, and she cried out.

"It's too big... keep... eehhhaahhh! Just a little!" She pleaded with him, albeit with a rather ungrateful tone.

Wyatt was too enamored with the feeling to indulge any restraint requested of him; instead, filling her with each pass as far up his cock as he desired. She squeezed him for everything he was worth. As he brought her up to a pace, a warmth encroached around her that made her blush even further. Her whole arm was wrapped around her head as she shielded her face from the shame. Yet, just as she whined and protested at how rough he was being with her, her vagina erupted around him, releasing her climax that made her wail in a much different manner.

Of course, her tight snatch constricting around him was all the beckoning he needed, releasing his own, cumming inside of her deep and purposefully.

"Ohhhh... gods..." he exclaimed, pumping over and over ropes of sperm into his defeated Anima opponent. She whimpered, feeling the gooeyness inside of her. Wyatt made sure, just as she requested, to vacate her pussy as quickly as he could after the deed was done.

Standing up above her, he caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow. Putting himself away, he looked down at the bottomless girl, oozing with cum, as she hid her face and breathed deeply.

"Well... you can't say I didn't try to warn you."

A long pause was followed by, "Fuck you."

"Yeah... I guess so." Wyatt pulled out his SEEDEX, thumbing through the apps and selecting the app to record his latest conquest. "What's your name, hun?"

Lying silently, still dribbling with cum, she closed her legs consciously. Though for the longest time, she didn't answer.

"Hey... you know this helps you out, too." He tried to reason with her. Thumbing through his phone again, he wondered if it helped to state the facts to his silent subject lying on the ground. "Says here you get a stipend of two thousand Vel a month, premium healthcare, a flat, and free meals." He scrolled down the list of benefits the government was offering new mothers. It was a very good deal, probably why his own mother was able to afford such a large farm on her own. "You get access to new Anima as well... since you are into that."

She whipped her arm aside to uncover her face. Grabbing her panties that were unsanctimoniously tossed aside, and slipping them back on'til an uncomfortable gooey feeling was felt at her crotch.

The dressing part was Wyatt's favorite; he watched on, as she gathered herself with a large scowl on her face.

"Can you not watch me?" she murmured, as she slipped her legs into her pants.

"Fine... if that's what you want." Wyatt was tired of her. "You know, the longer you take to fill this out, the longer it takes to be rid of me and when you can get back to town."

"Oh, so you are just going to leave me in the wild without an Anima?"

"You didn't bring another?"

She sarcastically smirked at him.

"You are a confident lady."

"Well... look where it's got me." Flustered, she waved her arms to the spot of flattened grain where she had just been fucked.

Shaking his head, he pulled up the SEEDEX app once more, and then looked at her, as she was dressed.

"Name?"

"Liora..."

"Wow... pretty."

"L-I-O-R-A since I doubt you can spell it right."

It was Wyatt's turn to glare.

"Age?"

"Nineteen."

" Okay... let's see... participated... reluctantly... positive implantation..."

Liora blushed at the implantation part.

"Say cheese."

She hardly managed to not look like she wanted to murder Wyatt, her arms crossed as the flash of his SEEDEX struck her attractive features.

"There... done... As much as you probably hate me for it... I hope it goes well for you... later." He turned to head off.

"Wow... you're going to abandon a woman probably pregnant with your child in the wilderness with no means to defend herself?"

Wyatt halted, casting back his head in frustration.

"Fine, follow me to Wicketsham then."

"Fuck no... I'm not going to that place. Or with you."

"What then?"

"Call the Ranger Patrol for me... they can take me to the nearest Ranger Post until daybreak."

"Fine."

With a few swipes of his phone, he would do as much. Liora took a seat on the ground with her head in her arms, as she listened to him phone it in.

For the next hour, neither would say anything to the other. Darkness settled in over the route, as Requiem stood guard amidst the echoing sounds of nocturnal Anima. Some crawling, flying, or scurrying through the night might make a great second partner for Wyatt and Requiem, but there was no time for that. Wyatt simply had the company of a girl who looked spiteful of him.

After a long and awkward wait, the distant growl of a four-wheeler could be heard down the path, and lights illuminated them as it approached. The cart was green and red, marked "Route Ranger" the official patrolmen of the various routes within the Anima Adventure. They helped trainers stay safe, offered training, monitored safety, educated about wild Anima, and studied native species in their area. Among these duties, ensuring those trainers whose Anima had been defeated returned to a safe place was chief among them.

"Howdy all!" A female ranger with an awkward smile and stubby legs covered in rolled-up pants stepped out. "Thanks a bunch for staying with your opponent, but you can head on... I...." She jolted once she noticed the massive Requiem sitting on his haunches looking at her through reflective yellow eyes. "I... got it from here."

"Hereee!" A Plumilux sitting in the passenger seat of the four-wheeler echoed, its stubby little arms and blue plump body as worthless in fighting as they were extra soft for more sentimental purposes. Even it jolted at the sight of the large Westorian Noccanis.

Wordlessly, Liora got up and grabbed her bag, defeatedly marching to the passenger side of the cart, where she plopped herself down without a greeting or word of thanks.

"Well... sometimes not everyone is happy with defeat, but it's how we grow!" The misplaced encouragement of the Ranger certainly came at the wrong time.

Wyatt nodded and waved to the Ranger. "Take care of her." He stood and watched the jolly route guardian get back into her cart and begin to chat up Liora, trying to encourage her from a situation that she had no idea about. Of course, after several words exchanged, no doubt the admission that Wyatt had just bred her, the expression on both the Ranger and their Anima Plumilux's face soured. Eyes turned to him, and Wyatt understood that his new duty did not come without societal resentment.

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[Doctor Better]: Don't expect every girl to be waving flags and smiling as you do your job. Comes with the territory. Either think about the good you are doing for society, or just derive pleasure from it like the other breeders! Your call, Daycoat.

"Pleasure..." That was the part he was conflicted about. It felt good just then, to scratch that itch inside the tight hole of a pretty girl. But would his conscience fade away after a time of indulging? Maybe it would take time to get used to it.

Walking through the dead streets of the town of Wicketsham, a small farming village south of Camelot, Wyatt soon approached a familiar sight-- home. It was a ranch house on the edge of town, a distinctive white and blue building paired with a red barn where Wyatt had spent most of his childhood. It was late, probably nearly bedtime for Grandma and Hannah, but a few lights were on as he could see outside.

"We made it, Req..." He stepped on the creaking steps towards the front door. The boards creaked even louder when the oversized Requiem stood upon them, a noise that alerted the occupants inside.

"Who's there!?" Grandma shouted from inside.

The door would crack open, soft eyes surrounded by wrinkles peeking out.

"Grandma... I'm home," Wyatt said, with a smile.

The door swung open further, no hesitation in her smile as the warm granny with her hunched back smothered him in a hug.

"Ohhh, that's my big boy... back home! After all that time." She rocked him back and forth in her arms. "I thought you had left us, that took a lot longer than expected. When the other boys from town came back and you did not, I was worried!"

A pane of guilt racked him since he would, indeed, be leaving. Grandma wanted him to skip the Anima adventure as well. She might take Doctor Better's cake for being into wacky conspiracy theories, but there was no love lost with her and what she deemed as the foolish Anima Adventure.

A waterfall of footsteps down the stairs followed, as Hannah, Wyatt's sister, rushed down and jumped into his arms.

"Wyatt! You're back!" She embraced him lovingly. Her long red hair danced around her as she excitedly greeted her brother, and her scrawny frame fit neatly into his broad shoulders. "Grandma was pretty worried, but I was not." She punched him playfully in the gut.

"What in the blazes!?" Grandma exclaimed, looking at Requiem standing as tall as a horse on the porch.

"Baawoof." Requiem was just as excited to see Grandma and Hannah as Wyatt.

"What have you been feeding him?" Hannah without a sense of nervousness ran to Requiem and patted him on the nose. The Noccanis panted and happily accepted the attention as he loomed high above the girl.

"Oh, it was just a boost that I was given from the medical institute." Wyatt crossed the threshold into the house.

Requiem made to follow, but he didn't get more than a few paw falls 'til Grandma grabbed a rolled-up newspaper and pointed it at him.

"Oh, no you don't. Any beast that big ain't coming into my house."

A stiff whine from Requiem, as he understood through the link with Wyatt what was being said. Even the large and terrifying beast looked sad and dejected when Grandma gave her word.

"Oh come on Grandma, you already told him he can't get on the couch anymore."

"He wasn't supposed to get on the couch at all! When he was dog-sized!"

"Well... he still doesn't deserve to sleep outside."

"Please Grandma, he is so fluffy and big now." Hannah interceded on her brother and Anima's behalf. "He could be a couch!"

"Baawolf!"

Grandma scowled, pointing the rolled-up newspaper at them all.

"All right, fine... but you, beast, better not get on any furniture, or crash through any hallways. If you get the zoomies, you are out!"

Requiem whined his acknowledgment and lowered his head. Grandma had a close eye on him, as they all entered the home.

"Why get such a boost for him anyways, don't tell me you are going on that blasted Anima Adventure?" Grandma closed and locked the many locks of the door behind them.

Looking concerned, Hannah also turned her attention to her brother.

Wyatt figured it was as good a time as any to explain to them.

"Hey, let's sit down, I have a lot of explaining to do." He looked rather nervously at the only two members of his family he had known.

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"I didn't think she would react like that." Wyatt trotted solemnly down the dirt path along the hills beside his childhood home. Behind him, Hannah, his sister came to her own terms with the news about her brother, and what he had become.

Grandma, upon hearing the news, very quietly got up and walked away from Wyatt. No words, no expression, just complete silence. Grandma was not a quiet person, and so the reaction was jarring, to say the least.

"I just... I get it, I hate leaving the farm, too. But I'll be making more than enough money for her to pay to hire farm hands or catch some Anima to do all my jobs."

Requiem, booped Hannah's shoulder with his wet nose after she had stopped petting him, looking more concerned about her brother's state of mind. It was a shock to her, as well, not everyone knew a breeder, much less was related to one.

"I don't think she reacted that way because you are leaving." She caught up to her brother, nudging him with her bare shoulder.

"What? Why?"

"Grandma was saying something to me the other day while you were gone. Since I am almost mom's age when she had you, Grandma was concerned about what I was going to do with my life. I think she is worried I'll end up pregnant and stuck here like mom."

"Hey whoa, Grandma can't be thinking that." Wyatt held up his hands innocently at a fleeting thought.

"No silly. Not you. Ew." She laughed as they approached the crest of a green hill shrouded by the stars. On the horizon, green flashes and dark clouds of a radiation storm far beyond the borders of the green zone lit up the sky. Neo Corvusia was heaven in what was now a very hostile world.

Settling in, brother and sister took a seat amidst the cool greens atop the hill, overlooking the lands south of their home, filled with trees and beyond the desolate wastes of the red zone. There were few places in the world not poisoned by the war of the past. Thankfully, they had this chance in Neo Corvusia to live.

"So, what is she thinking...?" Wyatt, cleared of his conscience that his grandmother would think he would do something lewd to his sister, lay back on his hands.

The beauty of the dangerous storms beyond their lands to the south distracted Hannah for a long moment, as Requiem also settled into a curled-up ball to sleep for the third time that day.

"Hannah?"

"Sorry... honest, I don't know. I think the idea of the breeders, maybe what happened to mom, didn't sit right with grandma. But now you're one..."

Quietly, they contemplated that new reality. Hannah had always looked up to her brother, so when he gave her the news she, at the very least, was excited and happy for him. In fact, the idea that she would be auntie to hundreds of babies was one of the first things she said in response. Yet, for all the years their grandmother raised them, Wyatt never knew her silent treatment. He would only have his sister to confide in for the time being.

"So, what are you going to do then? Six months'til you leave on your adventure? If you chose to..."

Hannah grasped her knees, holding her chin over them as she watched the flashes of light beyond the wastes.

"I don't know. Honestly, I'm kind of afraid to."

"Afraid?"

"Yeah... like there is so much danger out there. Just to think that terrible things lurk just beyond the borders of the green zone, and all of us dumb kids running around playing with Anima in the wild."

She laughed, yet looked towards the wastes where dark and dead mountains loomed.

"The borders are pretty well guarded. I don't think anyone has died from the radioactivity in decades in the green zone."

"Still... when I sit on this hill, the world just seems so big. While home seems so small and secure." She looked towards Wicketsham lights flickering as the small town nestled into a slumber. "But without you here... big brother... it will be just a little less secure."

"Bawwwolf."

"Hehe, you, too, Req." She leaned over to pat the Noccanis on the head once more, his oversized tail swishing in the air.

"You know it's mandatory."

"Yeah... unless."

"Grandma would never forgive you. And how do you plan to even find a breeder to do so?"

"There's an app for that. I'd like to think I'm cute enough for a breeder to make the trip to our small town. Isn't that right, big brother?" She smiled at him mischievously.

"Hey, don't make it weird." Wyatt had already forgotten about the app that interested women could mark themselves on. Perhaps, he should check it before too long, though he was well ahead of his quota.

"How 'bout you, big bro? Any ladies you plan to hit up while you are here?"

"Oh gosh... what do they say, Hannah? Don't shit where you sleep?"

"Afraid to leave a mark on your hometown, huh? I bet a local boy would be very popular."

"I don't know. I'm probably just Wyatt the farm boy to a lot of these girls 'round here."

"Hmm, never know 'til you try. Not many breeders make it around here."

"How would you know?"

"Girls talk."