[Episode 123027] [Episode 123027]Michiru frowned at the antics of her significant other. She looked down and frowned further when she saw the mess Haruka made. The picture of them, Hotaru, and Setsuna at a picnic was now creased and a little cut-up from broken glass. “Haruka...” Michiru started in a scolding manner.
Ignoring her better half for the moment, Haruka let her leather jacket fall to the floor, and she just kicked her Harley Davidson boots off, (literally) not caring that they went flying; one hitting a macaroni-art project Hotaru had made in school, and the other landing atop of cabinet; crushing about three of the Faberge eggs that were of Setsuna’s collection.
Michiru gawked in horror as she watched her lover destroy things so callously. “Haruka! What do you think you’re doing!? Do you know how much of a hassle it will be for me to clean all this?”
“Whatevah!” Haruka shouted as she sat back into a chair. One hand went to the remote, and the other into her pants as she turned the TV on; the station showing ‘Mythbusters’, Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman were trying to get themselves sprayed by skunks as to test the age-old method of removing ‘Skunk Stink’. “Now get me a beer, bitch!”
The teal-tressed woman’s jaw dropped. She knew Haruka didn’t take too well to being ignored or having someone stand up to her in defiance, but the woman was just acting impossible lately; like a spoiled brat. “Excuse me?”
Keeping her head turned towards the TV, Haruka repeated, “Get. Me. A. Beer. Bitch!”
Frowning, Michiru placed her hands on her hips. “Haruka, don’t you think this has gone on long enough? You’ve been acting just awful lately.”
The Senshi of the Wind snorted. “Listen only one of two things is going to calm me down right now. Tossing back a few dozen brewskis, or tossing a World Shaking down that goddamn bitch Setsuna’s throat. So get me my goddamn beer already!”
“Haruka!” Michiru shouted, only to find herself being ignored at Haruka used the remote to turn the volume of the TV up. Honestly, Michiru HATED when Haruka would get like this.
She’d be stubborn.
She’d be destructive.
She’d be irritable
“She’d be frigid,” Michiru thought. Damn it. When she got stressed like Haruka was now, the Senshi of the Deep Sea would feel so damn horny and frustrated; exactly opposite to how Haruka was feeling right now.
And if she was going to get ANY action tonight... Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Walking up to her significant other, Michiru cooed huskily into Haruka’s ear. “Oh, Haruuuukaaa…”
“You got my beer?” Haruka asked, her focus entirely on Adam and Jamie shaking a skunk in a cage to get it to spray, and it would refuse to. It must’ve been Gandhi reincarnated as a Memphite or something.
“I was thinking we could go out for some,” Michiru said.
“What? We’re out of beer?” Haruka asked, totally missing the tone to Michiru’s voice. “I would’ve sworn I picked some up at the convenience store just down the street four days ago!”
Rolling her eyes, Michiru squashed the urge to strangle Haruka. “No, no, Haruka. I’m asking if you want to go out to a bar for some drinks.”
“Not in the mood,” Haruka said as she went back to watching the TV.
“Not even if it’s to,” Michiru smirked. “Full Moon Rising?”
“Full Moon Rising!?” Haruka shouted as she sat up in her chair. Full Moon Rising was one of Haruka’s absolute favorite hangouts; the raunchiest Strip Club she knew of. Michiru would go into such a snit whenever she went there, but now she was ASKING if she wanted to go!? “Okay, Michiru,” Haruka started seriously. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Michiru said. “You REALLY need to relax. And if it’ll take hot, slutty strippers doing some of the oh-so nastiest, smuttiest things,” She said in a husky voice. “Then so be it...”
Haruka’s eyes sparkled like a kid who was told Christmas was coming early. “Michiru!” She shouted excitedly. “To the car! NOW!”
“Yes, Haruka!” Michiru said excitedly as she grabbed her purse quickly and went out the door. She LOVED it when Haruka got this excited and randy.
Once Michiru was out of the room, Haruka laughed excitedly, running to get her boots back on. She leapt over to the boot on the floor, shoving her foot into it, and further crushing Hotaru’s school project under her boot.
Pulling the strap tight, Haruka began hopping on one foot over to the cabinet. Pulling the boot that had landed there out quickly, Haruka knocked more of Setsuna’s Faberge eggs off from their shelf, causing them to shatter on the floor.
Putting her second boot on, Haruka went running out the door...
...Only to come running back in and push the last standing Faberge egg off from the shelf. “Smashy-smashy.”
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Speeding through its fifth red light in a row, a red convertible Nissan Skyline went roaring down the street and causing a few other cars on the road to get into accidents. Yes. Haruka was behind the wheel and making a beeline for the ‘Full Moon Rising’.
“Haruka!” Michiru whined. “If you keep this up, we’ll get ticketed!”
The blonde-haired woman snorted. “Ain’t gonna happen,” She said seriously. “You forget, I’m friends with most of the Tokyo Police. I can do almost anything on the road I damn please.”
Closing her eyes as they took a sharp right turn, Michiru said silent prayers as the Nissan Skyline barely avoided being hit by another car, that skidded onto a sidewalk to avoid crashing into it. “J-just because you can doesn’t mean you should!” Michiru said in a trembling voice.
Rolling her eyes, Haruka answered, “Whatevah,” And purposely pushed her foot down on the gas to make them go another 10 mph faster.
Michiru shrieked and grabbed onto the chair tightly as they went faster.
Seeing her target in sight, Haruka turned the wheel, taking a shark right and hitting the breaks. The car went skidding forward still, even though it was facing the right completely.
Michiru screamed as they went through four lanes of traffic, right before coming to a complete stop in the empty parking lot of the Full Moon Rising Strip Club.
Turning her head over to her better half, (who’s jaw looked dislocated), Haruka placed her hand underneath Michiru’s chin and pushed it closed with an audible ‘plop’. “We’re here,” Haruka said with a certain amount of giddiness to her voice.
Turning her head to look at Haruka, Michiru said, “Are you crazy?”
“No,” Haruka said. “Just turned-on,” She said with a smirk. Damn, did the women of the Full Moon Rising ever know how to get her blood pumping! They did all sorts of kinks and tricks that the blonde just LOVED!
Shaking her head, Haruka was tired of thinking. It was time for ACTION! So, turning off her car and taking the keys out of the ignition, Haruka literally jumped out of her car, going over the door, and went into a dead sprint towards the door...
*WHAM*!
...And twitched as she was plastered against the entrance to the club; the door standing firm against the Senshi of Uranus’s twitching frame.
Getting out of the car at a more human pace than Haruka had, Michiru gently closed the door. Walking over to Haruka, who was clawing at the door like a puppy needing to go outside to do its business, the teal-tressed woman asked, “What’s wrong?”
“They’re,” Haruka sniffled. “They’re not open!” She pounded on the door with her fists. “Damn it! Let me in! I need sluts!”
“Hey, hey!” Came a male voice. “What’s going on here?”
Turning the heads, Haruka and Michiru saw the speaker. It was a Splicer, A Clico Fur to be exact. Wearing a pair of loose black jeans, boots, a black tank-top with leather jacket over it, the white pelt with its soft brown, black, orange, and tan colorations of his fur really stood out. “The fuck” Haruka asked.
Ignoring her partner’s reaction for the moment, Michiru asked, “Excuse me, sir, not to be rude, but who are you?”
“Ah, I’m Maverik Calicas,” The Calico Cat Splice said. “And I’m the new owner of this establishment.”
Both women were staring at the Splice in disbelief. Haruka however, was more vobal about her thoughts. “...What?”
“Yeah,” Maverik said. “As for what’s going on, read the sign.”
Blinking their eyes in unison, again, it was Haruka that made her thoughts known.. “What sign?”
“The one on the door you’re banging on,” Maverik said.
Bringing her hands down, Haruka saw the sign on the door.
Haruka slowly turned to the Calico Fur. “Where’s MY Full Moon Rising?”
The Calico blinked his eyes. “Uh, it closed down earlier this week. I bought it. And I plan to turn it into an All Fur Strip Club.” He motioned to some of the tools. “We’re going to try and finish construction soon. Take down a few walls, get a new coat of paint up on the walls, and try to replace the toilets and sinks at least.
Haruka sniffled. “Wuh-what about the Strippers?”
“I offered to hire them on,” Maverik said. “But none of them wanted to get Spliced. And since no one had contracts here, or even a union, I could legally give them the boot.”
“You... FIRED... MY... STRIPPERS!?” Haruka shrieked.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Maverik said. “But I helped them get new jobs; wholesome stuff like florists, mailwomen, daycare attendants, and such. They’ll never need to strip again.”
“WHAAAAAAT!?!?!?” Haruka shrieked. She pushed the Calico Fur aside and went for the tools. She hefted a sledgehammer high above her head. “I’LL KILL YOU!!!”
“Haruka!” Michiru shouted at the display of violence her partner was displaying.
“SQUEEE!!!” Maverik shrieked and dodged out of the way as the irate blonde slammed the sledgehammer down, missing and causing a nice pothole in the asphalt.
Lifting the sledgehammer from off the ground, she swung it at him. “STAND STILL!” She screamed as the sledgehammer hit the wall and broke a decent-sized hole in the wall.
“Hey!” Maverik shouted. “You’re gonna pay for those damages!” He then shrieked and dodged as the obviously rabid blonde swung the sledgehammer at him again; narrowly avoiding being hit.
“DIE!!!” Haruka roared as she chased after the Calico with her weapon of destruction in hand. Her mind barely registered him climbing atop something to get away, and slammed her weapon down, intent on smashing him...
...Three seconds later, she realized she had just slammed the sledgehammer down upon the engine hood of a red Nissan Skyline. “MY CAR!”
“Serves you right,” Maverik said as he sat in the driver’s seat. “You psycho.”
“RAAAAAAH!” Haruka bellowed as she held the sledgehammer up high once more.
“Holy shit!” Maverik shouted and lunged out of the seat as the psychotic blonde brought the heavy tool down once more, smashing through the windshield and otherwise mutilating the seat, door, and some of the frame to the front of the car.
Michiru just gawked as she watched Haruka continue to chase the poor Feline-man across the parking lot; swinging the sledgehammer like a baseball bat, screaming death threats one after the other amongst a gathering of other explicative
*BEEP*! *BEEP*!
And then Michiru’s jaw dropped further as Haruka was hit by a red Trans Am that just drove into the parking lot; knocking the Senshi of Wind off her feet and sending the sledgehammer flying a good distance into the air...
...Michiru had to wince as she saw the sledgehammer land right into the stereo system of the Nissan Sklyline; embedding itself thoroughly.
Walking over to the car, Maverik was panting heavily. “Thanks, Xero. You saved my ass.”
The front wheels of the Trans Am began to screech and it performed a donut, slamming the calico off his feet as the back end of the car suddenly smashed into him.
“Ow!” Maverik rowled in pain. “What’d you do that for!?”
A Cosplayer Fur, (Kitsune) stuck his head out of the driver’s window. “It’s for what you did to Jen!”
Getting back onto his feet, Maverik walked over to the Driver’s door. “You’re still upset I kiss her?”
“No,” Xero said as he opened the door quickly, smashing the Calico in the knee. “I’m pissed you kissed her with tongue.”
Maverik rowled louder as he jumped up and down on one leg while holding onto his knee. Why was he to be held responsible? The Skunk was too irresistible. “Thank God I never told Xero I paid Jen for a pair of her used panties...” Damn, that skunky musk was so exhilarating.
“WHAT!?” Xero roared.
Sweating a little, Maverik turned to look at the Kitsune. “Did I say that out loud?”
The answer the Calico Fur got was the High Beams of the Trans Am being turned on, and the engine revving; the sound similar to that of the hounds of hell being unleashed.
“Well, Jacques, if you want to try Something Else, we can always put you in a straight-jacket too.”
“MMMPH MMMMPH!!!”
“You agree to it? WONDERFUL! I’ll get something in your size right away!”
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