[Episode 257874] [Episode 257874]As the sun started to climb into the skies and banish the darkness of night, the sounds of nature began to awaken once more. In the distance, the calls of Flying-type pokégirls could be heard amidst the light breeze blowing through the air once more, setting free any damp dew on the leaves of the plants surrounding the bunker that had once been the home of one Nodoka Sexum. There was a glistening iridescence, almost a sparkle of rainbow as the sun shone through enough of the moist plants to make a marvel for the eyes.
It was a perfect morning.
“Are we going to the Hive yet?”
It was the perfect time to commit mass homicide. “Brit, what did I tell you about pushing me to want to test out that old pokéwomen’s tale about skinning cats?” the Shaguar threatened the tallest member of the trio as she pulled the blankets over her head once more.
“Come o~oooooon...” Britanny whined as she reached a hand over to poke the smaller feline hiding within the comforter of Nodoka’s four post bed. Despite better judgment, the group had decided to spend the night—as it would have been foolish to go out at night during the rain—and make the best of their situation. This included checking for any possible traps and hazards.
Satisfied that the place was merely left unattended and that no windows or doors had been broken, the three Cat-types sealed themselves in to make the best of the facilities. The three settled in the master bedroom with Sheila claiming the large bed, Ranma on a futon she had found in the closet, and Britanny had sequestered the living room couch, as it turned out that piece of furniture could open into a fold-out bed... and she wasn’t going to sleep away from the others as horror movies taught her splitting up meant really bad things for the singled out target!
As the Shaguar had likely gotten the best sleep, she was loathe to leave dreamland already. “No means no...” she murmured irritably. “Mama wants her sleep.” And she meant it! This bed was better than the one she had in her condo. Damn, those humans really made thing far better than pokégirls do today... she thought, while making a mental note to either legally attain this place or at least start planning trips to loot it for all its worth. She was pretty sure auctioning just ONE of those vibrators could cover three months’ rent!
“Wakey, wakey...” the spotted feline cooed as she shook the Ice/Fighting-type cocooned within warm, soft blankets. “Mama wants to go on a quest to get some keys...”
Finally pulling the sheets down, Sheila stared at the Cheetit. “I thought you didn’t believe Ranma’s story that she was a man?”
“I don’t,” Britanny agreed. “But this is a chance to maybe, JUST maybe... you know...” she blushed a little. “Get some real cock.”
Sheila continued to stare at her friend with a half-lidded gaze. “That’s what DildoQueens are for.”
The Cheetit huffed. “Well maybe I don’t WANT my cock connected to something with a pair of tits? Maybe I WANT a masculine frame to hold and cuddle and know truest relief?”
From her place on the futon on the floor, the pigtailed Tigress just pulled a pillow over her head. Great. At least Britanny wanted to help... sadly, the spotted blonde’s reasons were less than altruistic. Ah well, not like she hadn’t worked with Nabiki to attain something she really wanted.
Rolling her eyes, Sheila pulled the blanket over her head once more, hoping that the spotted girl would get the hint and leave her alone for at least another hour. Groaning as the largest of the three Cat-types went back to shaking her, the petite feline girl growled from within the comforting, “You know there are lots of places to hide a body out here, right?”
Nonplused by the threat, Britanny hooked clawed fingers on the edge of the comforter that was covering the other Cat-type pokégirl. “Come o~oooonnn...” She gave the cover the tiniest of pulls, so that the fabric slid down to reveal the top of Sheila’s head. Her hopes at progress being made were thwarted when the other girl literally let out a small snarl, yanked the covers back up over her head and went completely silent.
For a moment, Britanny let out a small little huff, her brow furrowing and her lips spilling into a pretty pout that no one was awake to see. It was obvious to her, however, that she was going to need some help with getting Shelia up and out of bed. The quietest of their trio had been hidden under the covers as well, hoping that if she didn’t move... if she didn’t say anything... maybe the T-Rex that was Britanny wouldn’t notice her and she could just go back to sleep.
No such luck, however.
A moment of silence... and then there was a springing motion at the end of her futon that nearly sent the small girl flying across the room. Instead, Ranma found herself bouncing up from her comfortable position so that her face slapped full against the Cheetit’s... tit.
The tiny Tigress gave a muffled shout as a mixture of boob and sheet attempted to smother her; arms flailing until finally she freed herself from the fabric that had been her protector against the Britanny-Rex only moments prior. She looked up, still half trapped against the other girls lap, and her brows knit together. “What’cha do that for!?” Her voice was still half sleep-ladden, very groggy... and altogether grouchy over the fact that she’d just been catapulted.
“Well, I’m not going to be able to get Shelia up by myself... so...” Britanny gave the small tiger-girl’s cheek a pinch as though to get her point across. “You’re just going to have to help me!”
Instantly, Ranma fell back against the futon, fingers scrambling to find her pillow again. “Do it yourself... I’m sleepy.” And she made a point to yawn, accenting the fact that she was telling the truth.
“Oh, come on!” Britanny yanked the pillow from beneath the Tigress’ head so that Ranma suddenly heard a small ‘thump’ as she hit against the futon. “I thought that you wanted to go! I thought that you wanted a cock... Thousand Goddesses know you’re certainly acting enough like a dude right now, being lazy like this.” the Cheetit then sat cross legged on the edge of the futon, bouncing up and down with the weight of her body so that the much smaller Ranma found herself jostled up and down... up and down... up and down...
Until finally she picked up the pillow and threw it at the side of Britanny’s head.
“Fine!” the smaller Tigress shouted at the largest—and bustiest—of the group as she forcefully got herself up from the futon. Walking over to the bed with a slight wobble to her step, the striped pokégirl poked at where Sheila’s hip would be. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” She spoke, accentuating each greeting with another firm poke to the Shaguar’s side. “Up and at ‘em. If I gotta deal with this, so do you.”
Groaning, the cocooned frame of the Sheila squirmed a bit. Slowly, the most petite feline of the group pulled the comforter down enough so she could give the Tigress a half-lidded stare. “Why can’t you deal with this? I’m still sleepy...” not that she would admit it to anyone, but she had been up late last night. Not that she was afraid or anything but stories of ‘Crazy Sexum’ permeated her childhood and she kept half-expecting the crazed woman to have booby-trapped said bed...
And with how flat-chested unblessed she was, Sheila needed to preserve as much of her boobies as she could!
“Tough,” Ranma huffed. “If I have to deal with Britanny, so do you.”
“She’s your friend,” the Shaguar argued.
“She was your friend first,” the pigtailed Tigress shot back.
Rolling her eyes, the Ice/Fighting-type pokégirl released a defeated-sounding groan. “Ugh... don’t remind me.”
Pouting again, the spotted feline pokégirl theatrically coughed into her hand. “A~Hem! I’m beginning to think you ladies may have something against me.”
Staring over at Britanny, both Cat-types realized that there was no getting out of this. While Ranma did have all the reason to go ahead and do this, the fact was neither of them wanted to dive head-first into a BuzzBreast Hive. Those girls had been Ranma’s first introduction to this Pokégirl World and she was loathe to repeat it so soon.
Sheila just felt that she kept doing favors for the big-titted bitch and still wasn’t seeing much in the way of returns.
Finally, the two looked at each other and sighed. Sheila was the first to speak. “Fine, fine. We’ll go on this ‘quest’ of Crazy Sexum’s…” she grumbled irritably. “But I am going to be EVER-so pissed if this turns out to be a wild MuffGoose chase...” she frowned. “I mean, she planted those things over a hundred years ago! How can we be so sure they’d still be around!?”
“Well, think of it that way!” Britanny chirruped. “They might be in a section of the hive long-abandoned. We could sneak right in and sneak right out! Or heck, we might be lucky and the entire hive might be abandoned as they could have built a new one somewhere else...”
That made the Shaguar blink her eyes once, twice, thrice. “Okay, who are you and what did you do with Britanny?” She demanded to know. “There is no way the Cheetit every gives anything that kind of forethought!”
“Oh hardy-har-har...” the Cheetit grumbled.
“It’s so greeeeeen.” Ranma said for what felt like the umpteenth time as the three Cat-type pokégirls made their way through the thick of Viridick Forest in an eastward direction.
“We got that the first time you said it...” grumbled Sheila. It seemed as though the Shaguar was still a little sore about having to get out of bed—when she spoke, her words were delivered in a near-flat monotone.
“But just look at it, have you ever seen anything so gre—” Sensing that her friend was about to blow a gasket, Britanny quickly put a hand over the Tigress’ mouth and actually gave her ass a little swat.
Internally grinning as the striped pokégirl squeaked against her hand, Britanny nodded her head. “I think we get it.” The Cheetit gave the smaller girl a significant look, slowly uncovering her mouth.
“...Een...” Ranma muttered the rest of the word softly to herself, scowling slightly at the fact that she couldn’t be excited about observing the world around her because Shelia wasn’t a morning person. Instead, she turned her gaze around them, wondering if there were any Bug-type Pokégirls hiding out there, watching them as they walked through the woods. She also wondered why the two other feline pokégirls were being such stick-in-the-muds.
“Does anyone know how much longer this is going to take?” Ranma finally piped up after a few moments, and instantly felt her ears flatten against her skull as they glared… okay, maybes she did ask that quite a bit as they walked but she couldn’t help it. Something was causing her senses as a martial artist to scream at her. Most of the woods so far had mostly been a maze of tree trunks so far. Yes, there was greenery from the treetops, grass, and bushes, but as they headed East it just got GREENER! No matter where she turned, the treetops were fuller, the grass longer and thicker, and even the bushes were trimmed so that nothing dead remained to cover the healthy, green-leaved branches.
Someone… or something… was taking care of the floral life out at this end.
The answer of would arrive soon enough...
Coming to the edge of a cliff at the Eastern edge of Viridick Forest, the girls stared down in wide-eyed wonder. While it was understood that the woods were within something of a valley set-up which aided in keeping the Bug-types from leaving, it would appear that the Hive had dug against the mountain, creating a small valley within a valley. There they were at the top of what was a seventy-foot drop, and gazing down into the small alcove before them; a large statue of Crazy Sexum as carved from the mountain itself with a large crane coming out from her lap in something of a phallic gesture—eyes and open mouth glowing a bright yellow. Before this idol was a huge conference of BuzzBreasts, the Bee-types all humming as one considerably more human-looking—and busty—Bee Pokégirl covered in various body-paints stood at the literal foot of the Nodoka Statue. There were a pair of torches alit at either side of her, and a glowing red opening in the earth; flames flickering wildly from all three!
But most shocking however, was that she did something which questioned the level of intelligence of not only the Hive but Ferals in general.
She spoke.
“Nodo Ka protects us!” the BuzzQueen called out, a round of buzzing answering her. “We are her children! We pledge our devotion to her with an offering of flesh... and blood!"”
As a BuzzBreast bangs on a drum three times more, the Queen and High Priestess of the Hive lifts her right hand up. All thee Cat-types jump in their hiding spot, startled by the sudden scream that followed.
All heads turn toward the sight of an unfortunate Cutiepie, the petite caterpillar pokégirl struggling with her captors as she was dragged out into the open by two Bee-girls who had surprisingly thick and spiky carapace armoring. Her screams increase in decibels as she’s tied onto a square iron frame laying atop the large flat stone altar before the feet of the Nodoka idol.
Her screams went silent as the BuzzQueen stepped forward to her, the Cutiepie’s eyes wide with fear as the Bee woman’s hand reached out over her.
“Nodo Ka...” the painted and bejeweled BuzzQueen chanted the name of her Hive’s Patron Goddess. “Nodo Ka... Nodo Ka... Nodo KAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Suddenly, the head Bug-type pokégirl’s hand shot out toward the other pokégirl’s chest, pierces it! The Cutiepie screamed and thrashed at her bondage as the BuzzQueen’s hand sunk into her writing body before rips out her heart!
Holding the beating organ high in her bloodied hand, the pokégirl looked over the crowd, taking in the sight of all her BuzzBreasts. “Nodo Ka... Nod Ka... Nodo Ka shakti de!” she chanted; a phrase all the gathered bee pokégirls repeated in chorus.
“Oh my Thousand Gods!” Britanny cried, the Cheetit’s white facial fur taking on a sickly green hue. “She just went and ripped out her...” she paused, unable to say it, even as her eyes were still drawn to the organ in the BuzzQueen’s hand. “She killed her!”
Her own eyes wider than dinner plates, all the pigtailed Tigress could do was shake her head slowly. “No...” she whispered, still shocked by not the sudden brutality but the impossibility of what she was seeing. “Look! That heart... it’s still beating!”
Indeed it was, the Cutiepie looked on in stark terror as the other Bug-type held her own heart for the caterpillar girl to see. “Aum Namah Mew! Aum Namah Mew! Aum Namah Mew!” she cried out in chant, praying to the lost Legendary Psychic for the salvation of her soul.
The BuzzQueen just smirked down at the squirming, writhing mass of lesser Bug-type, the heart in her hand beating all that much faster. “Jai ma Nodo Ka... Nod Ka... Nodo Ka shakti de!” she chanted, her voice getting louder.
“Jai ma Nodo Ka, jai ma Nodo Ka!” the other BuzzBreasts chorused as the one on the wooden drums began beating them that much faster before two more on their own sets of drums joined the beat. One could feel an energy growing in the air.
“Aum Namah Mew! Aum Namah Mew! Aum Namah Mew!” the Cutiepie continued to cry as the two Killerbreasts that had dragged her to this place began to add chains to the iron frame. They then carried over her to a hoist hanging over the crevasse that was connected to the crane jutting out from the idol’s pubic region. All she could do was thrash about helplessly on the iron frame as it is up ended up being lowered into the earth, molten lava bubbling orange and crimson at the bottom of the chasm!
“Aum Namah Mew! Aum Namah Me~EEEWWWW!”
Above the crevasse, the BuzzQueen held the heart aloft in her hand. The organ became smoking before bursting into flames, the leader of the Hive laughing wildly as the chanting of the chorus became louder and louder.
Slowly, Sheila, Britanny, and Ranma all looked at each other. It took awhile but it was the Tigress whom managed to find her voice first. “I... I’m beginning to think that I don’t need a penis this badly...” she burbled out. As much as she wanted to be a man, she had no clue how to approach this situation. The BuzzBreasts weren’t just Ferals. They were organized cultists that believed in ritual sacrifice!
Somehow, she knew this was her mother’s fault.
The idol alone was a huge tip-off.
“So...” Britanny quietly spoke up. “Does this mean we can go?”
Sheila nodded her head. “All in favor of hightailing it out of here?”
“Aye,” both the Tigress and the Cheetit agreed in sync
To that, the Shaguar nodded her head. “All opposed?” she queried on reflex.
“Nay!” was the firm voice from behind.
Looking over their shoulders, all three pokégirls realized they were surrounded. While these dozen or so Bug-types looked similar to the BuzzBreasts, they had armored chitin plating covers their abdomen and breasts besides their hips as well as retractable blades in their arms; all of which were fully extended and glistening, obviously coated in their poisons. Overall, they were less curvy than the Bee girls gathered at the base of the statue; leaner and meaner! They glared down with wide compound eyes, their long gossamer wings buzzing firmly in anger.
“...Fuck...” the Shaguar cursed as her eyes darted back and forth. Sure, she was an Ice-type but she doubted she could handle this many at once. At best she could fight a path to freedom but that would leave the other to the likely nonexistent mercy of these cultist Bug-types! Sure, Britanny may have deserves this but not Ranma!
As if to prove the point, Britanny looked back and forth between the two shorter Cat-types. “Hold on a second girls. I think I know how to handle this!” After all, she’d seen a lot of Pre-Great Disaster television and a number of movies. Surely they gave her the teachings needed to stay alive! So with that in mind, she took a step forwards towards the foremost KillerBreast, meeting her firm gaze. Then, without an ounce of fear, the spotted feline demanded that the Bug-type were to, “Take me to your leader!”
“Oh, yeah, ‘take me to your leader’! REAL fuckin’ smart, Spots!” the petite fury that was the Ice/Fighting-type feline cursed as she and the others were made to kneel prostrate before the BuzzQueen; their hands sealed behind them in balls of wax.
Britanny actually had the sense to look a little embarrassed, but she threw the others a defensive look. “Well, it was better than us being mauled out here, wasn’t it?”
During this entire transaction, Ranma had decidedly kept her face turned away from the BuzzQueen. She really didn’t want to get caught up in this. Selfish as it was, her time in Nerima had given her a sense of self-preservation. Britanny was technically the one who got the Bee-girls annoyed at them first. Maybe she wouldn’t share the fate?
Oh who was she kidding? The big part was she didn’t want to stare at those big jubbly boobies openly on display in her face. She may have been female, but she was still a man deep down! And that was a surprisingly arousing sight.
Said BuzzQueen looked over the trio before her. “Hmm... Captain,” she called out, the Bug/Poison-type pokégirl covered in body paints of red and bronze spoke up as she studied the three felines before her. “Where did you find these intruders?”
“They were up on the cliffzzzide,” the KillerBreast with a few shiny bits glistening on her shoulders spoke up with a veritably buzz. “They were spying on our zzzacred zzzeremony! Thezzze interloperzzz muzzzt pay with their livezzz!”
“Now, now Captain... I will be the one to decide what to do with them!” the BuzzQueen stated firmly as she first stood before the cheetah-like pokégirl. Her right hand came out, cupping the Cheetit’s chin. The Queen Bee Pokégirl looked her over, turning her head left and right to get a look at her face. “Hmmm... must have a Steel-typing... I can see it in the cobalt gray of her eyes. Must be subsidiary to Normal-typing to give her such soft fur. Poisons won’t work well so it’s not possible to make her into a drone for the Hive. We may have to put her in the royal jelly; turn her into a BuzzBreast to ensure loyalty...”
Britanny gawked at that. “But I don’t want to be a BuzzBreast!” She didn’t mind the gold and black color scheme—after all, it’s what she was sporting—but she SO preferred her spots to the stripes of the BuzzBreast. They were thick stripes and made a pokégirl look fat!
“Tough,” she snorted as she released the spotted feline’s chin and walked to the next captured girl in line. She grasped Sheila’s chin; but only for a moment! She released it all the sudden as if it were on fire, a shiver going up her spine. “Ugh! Cold! Ice-type!” she practically spat as she hissed. “Danger to the Hive that one is! Best to finish her off!”
Her eyebrows furrowing at the way the insect pokégirl was pretty much sentencing her to death, the jaguar-like pokégirl’s muscles tensed. Already she was physically preparing herself to try and fight her way out if need be.
Taking a step to the last one in like, the BuzzQueen cupped the Tigress’ chin, making her look up. “Now then let’s see... Fighting or Normal-type. Easy enough... to...” she trailed off, an eyebrow raised in a curious expression. She used her hand to turn the girl’s face left and right before she released said chin. Her hand then rose up once more, stroking the face in almost a surprisingly gentle caress. “It... can’t be...” she whispered.
“What, are you giving her a fate worse than death?” Sheila muttered out beneath her breath, but her words seemed to go completely unheard. Instead, there was the pulsing sound of a low buzz of excitement picking up around them, as though all of the pokégirls gathered could read something on their Queen’s face that they couldn’t.
When nothing immediately followed, Ranma finally focused her full attention on the BuzzQueen’s visage. She would have raised her hand to give a little wave if she’d been able to.
Instead, she settled for a small grin as she nervously spoke, “Uh... hi?” Maybe she could charm her way out of this?
The BuzzQueen released her face immediately, her eyes wider than they had been moments before. “Could it be...?” Her voice barked out a sharp command to their guards, to make sure that the captives didn’t escape or try anything while she was gone, and then she immediately disappeared through the doors directly behind her.
In those brief moments, Sheila began to struggle as much as she could with the restraints that were holding her still. If she was going to be sentenced to death, she at least wanted a fighting chance in all of it. Maybe she’d even save the others too! Whatever Ranma had done to the BuzzQueen had bought her some precious time to escape, after all. And even if Britanny was at fault for all of this, what with her bouncing, wanting to wake up so early this morning... well, she couldn’t just leave her behind, tempting as it was. She just needed to—
But it was too late, the BuzzQueen was already returning, holding something in her hands as though it were some type of holy grail. She flipped the pages open, and all three Cat-type pokégirls realized that it was a magazine.
Playpokégirl Magazine #150, August 300.
“Why is she looking at that?” Britanny couldn’t help but to let her question fall out, the Cheetit curious as to what fate Ranma was going to have if it involved an old porno.
“The Holy Scripture...”
“Could it be?”
“Look at her...”
Ranma was practically bouncing on her knees by this point, when the BuzzQueen finally flipped the magazine open and held it up side by side with her face so that when she moved her eyes to the left she could see what all the buzz was about.
It was a picture...
It was a picture that had the words “Playmate of the Month’ scrolled across it.
And hot damn if it wasn’t a picture of Ranma!!
...
...Well... Ranma if Ranma had a dick...
“You’re kidding me!?” Sheila actually got the words choked out, even though she could see that Britanny’s face was flushing slightly at the images. Ranma, of course, couldn’t help but to give them an, ‘I told you so’ look before she was gently pulled up to her feet so that all of the Hive inhabitants could see her face alongside the pictures of the magazine.
“Release them!” The BuzzQueen’s order rang through the temple grounds, and suddenly the girls found the wax blobs that had been holding their hands captive gone, and instead of fighting they found themselves drawn forward to look at the centerfold spread in the magazine, where a very male Ranma was turned to the side with his cute little ass showing to the world.
“Hey,” Britanny chirruped. “Why does your ass-cheek have the tattoo, ‘Property of Nabiki Tendo’?”
Twitching, Ranma didn’t know how to answer that—although part of her was worried this world’s version of her HAD become that deeply indebted to the Yen Vampire. What she DID want to know was why the LEFT one was tattooed, ‘Property of Asrial Salusia’? Just WHO was this, “Asrial”!?
The BuzzQueen slowly turned the pages, showing off more images of the male stud, various masculine poses to delightfully display his athletic frame. It was a series of photographs meant to titillate and arouse the female form. Sheila and Britanny couldn’t help but ogle the images, realizing that if Ranma was telling the truth... they had struck pay dirt.
Not that Sheila would admit it. Oh no, she would rather Britanny pay back all the favors owed with cash rather than action, thank you very much. Not to mention this would encourage her to go on many more wild and hair-brained schemes. Nope, that had to be nipped in the bud pronto!
The martial artist-turned-Tigress pokégirl merely blushed at how excited the other two were becoming. This was beginning to remind her of Nerima now. And while oddly comforting, it reminded her all too well of the troubles dealt with BEFORE she ended up in this kami-forsaken place. Hopefully there was no analogue of her father around here that had engaged this world’s Ranma to numerous people as he--
“Wait a minute!” Ranma shouted as she saw a full frontal pic of her male form on the two-page spread. “WHO THE HELL IS LINA INVERSE!?” she demanded to know as there was a ‘Property of’ tag ALSO tattooed on said penis!!
The fact that all of that could FIT on her male form’s cock spoke volumes greater than the printed word.
However, the pigtailed Tigress didn’t get long to fume on what she was seeing as the BuzzQueen refolded the poster insert and turned to the next page; images of a human female Ranma! The girl soaked and dripping, showing off that the goodness that was the female anatomy—and making her wonder where the Lina tattoo went. Still, this had the desired effect.
Sheila and Britanny kept looking back and forth between the female form and the Tigress, their heads turning back and forth in rapid succession; the two feeling disbelief but at the same time, sheer awe. “You take away the tail, ears and shave the fur...” Sheila murmured as she stared at the pic. “That WOULD be what Ranma would look like...”
“Damn it, Ranma!” the Cheetit wailed as she turned on the much shorter feline pokégirl. “Why didn’t you tell us you had a super penis!?”
“I DID!” the striped feline female cried out. “MULTIPLE TIMES!” She then blushed as she realized what she’d said. Granted, she hadn’t put it like that but she KNEW she kept telling Brit and Sheila that she was a GUY!
Sadly, her outburst now had the attention of an entire Hive of Bee-girls. Crap... that audible buzzing sounded a bit too excited.
The BuzzQueen closed the holy scripture, holding the magazine in reverence. “Obviously our prayers and sacrifices have been answered! At last! Nodo Ka has returned her child, Ranu Ma to us!
“Jai ma Ranu Ma! Jai ma Ranu Ma!” the BuzzBreast cult chorused in holy tithing.
“At last!” the Queen/High Priestess of the Hive spoke out. “DICK SHALL BE RETURNED TO THE WORLD!!”
“Cock! Cock! Cock!” the numerous Bee-girls chanted, their gossamer wings beating powerfully. So much so that a number of them were actually hovering off the temple courtyard grounds.
“...” slowly, Sheila turned her head to the Cheetit. “Spots?”
Turning her own gaze towards her shorter compatriot, the Cheetit queried, “Yes?”
“This is why when I asked you to complete the simple mission I gave you... I specifically told you, NO DETOURS!!!”
After things had been settled, Ranma, Sheila, and Britanny found themselves in a far better position than could be expected. Yes, it seemed that Nodoka had indoctrinated this Hive with her crazy-ass plans but that worked in their favor. The goals and quests had remained part of the Viridick Forest BuzzBreast Hive’s religion and they knew of the journey for the keys that Ranma or, ‘Ranu Ma’ as they kept referring to her as, had to take.
That was why they were allowed past the feet of the huge Nodo Ka idol and allowed into the mountain, heading past the doors and into...
The Temple of Boom-Boom!
As the group entered the Hive Temple of Nodo Ka, the feline trio noticed something as they came down the hallway. Thatbeing the two prominent sets of larger-than life statues aligning the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. They were both carvings of human males that matched the form of that in the ‘Holy Scriptures’... each getting a blowjob by that of matching statues of a Tigress... in fact, Tigress pokégirls that were easily a match for their dear sweet pussy Ranma, with the portcullis at the end of the hall being the two Tigress statues’ tails meeting.
“...So...” Britanny spoke up quietly as they carefully made their way down the long hallway. “This is what your guy form looks like?” She had seen the pictures but to have such huge statues... it was rather awe-inspiring.
Nodding her head, the stripe feline pokégirl puffed with pride. “Of course!” she chirruped merrily, the sight of the detailed carvings filling her with the hope that she would regain her manhood once more sooner than she could have hoped!
The Cheetit nodded her head in acceptance. “Then why is the statue your current form deep-throating him?”
And that took the wind out of the buxom Tigress’ sails. “...You know, I should have expected this from my mom, I really should have...” she grumbled irritably, wondering what she did to deserve all the abuse this world kept heaping on her. Although a voice in the back of her head reminded her that maybe this was just how her mother WAS in general...
That thought alone sent a shiver up Ranma’s spine.
As they got closer to the statues, Brit craned her head back and looked up. “I saw this on a movie once! We go in and those massive stone Tigress mammaries will fall on us!”
“No they won’t,” the BuzzQueen assured her... although now she was making a mental note to include such as a trial and/or security feature of their Hive Temple
As they walked in through the portcullis of striped Tigress ass and tails, the trio of feline pokégirls were greeted to the sight of a vast array of sex toys displayed on altars aligning the room of this small Temple. At first glance, one could only guess that there were perhaps a hundred or more. Many sizes, sizes, many shapes, some gold, some silver, some jewel-encrusted, but they all glitter and shine. It is mesmerizing sight, Britanny and Sheila were completely entranced by their number and their beauty.
And then they come to realize that at the center of the room is a statue of the male Ranma. Unlike the two huge statues depicting what it's like to receive deep-throat from a pokégirl, this one was life-sized, arms raised and folded behind the head. It would be an arousing statue for the ladies if it wasn’t for one feature.
Its penis was completely missing.
“Within the Chamber of Secrets is something special,” the BuzzQueen spoke in a regal tone that booked no room for interruption. “Here we have a treasure trove of dildos and toys, given to us by Nodo Ka many years back, so that my tribe could retain our intelligence while others lost theirs, the secret to my Hive’s superiority within the Buggy Woods. However, we also house a greater, more important secret. We are the guardians to a most important relic: a toy that is a life-cast of her son’s penis! The dick of Ranma Saotome: Ranu Ma the Pussy Slayer!”
Lowering her head, the pigtailed Tigress groaned in embarrassment.
The Queen/High Priestess of the Hive then turned her focus directly to the Tigress. “Your goal is noble but we cannot simply give you what you are after. If you are to attain the keys to the DNA then you must prove that you ARE Ranma Saotome! From these toys, you must choose that dick which you claim is yours...” the Bug/Poison-type’s eyes narrowed. “But choose wisely. For as the True Cock will bring you the orgasm of your life, the False Cock will take it from you!”
Ranma went wide-eyed, the martial artist-turned feline pokégirl gawking at the regal, albeit unnervingly painted BuzzQueen. “Say WHAT!?”
The Queen Bee Pokégirl nodded her head firmly. “Yes. You must choose that penis which is Ranu Ma’s and place it on the statue. It is either yours to enjoy... or the seal will not be perfect and in rocking the statue, the lava flow beneath here will spout and you will die.”
“...Oh...” Ranma could tell that she was paling slightly beneath her fur. “Well, that’s not too much to ask, is it?”
“Wow... good luck with that.” Sheila gave the Tigress a pat on the back.
The Cheetit nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, I hope you make it...” Britanny chirruped sweetly.
“Oh, no...” Ranma turned to the BuzzQueen and asked ever-so-sweetly. “I need these two to come with me.”
“No!”
“Wait!”
“Done.” The BuzzQueen spoke with great pleasure, as though she wanted to make sure that Ranma had every chance to succeed in her endeavor. “Just remember, you will not know if you have chosen wisely unless you use it as it was meant to be used.”
And after that, there was nothing for Ranma to do but to step forward and hope that she didn’t get the three Cat-type pokégirls set on fire... immolated... and turned to ash.
Entering the room, there was an immediate little squeal from Britanny, “I’ve never seen so many... omithousandgawds.” Ranma didn’t have to turn to see that the Cheetit was blushing hard. Of course, the pigtailed Tigress might have been doing a bit of the same; around them were cocks of all different sizes.
Big cocks, little cocks, metal cocks, plastic cocks, purple cocks, blue cocks, knotted cocks, corkscrew cocks... any kind of dildo that you could possibly think of... well... it was there in that temple!
“And you’re supposed to pick out the one that belongs to you?” Sheila actually had a little doubt in her voice. The thoughts of getting turned to ash, perhaps, were part of the reason that the girl was having so much trouble being cheery in this situation.
“It can’t be that hard, can it? It was mine, after all.” Ranma really hoped that her voice sounded more confident than she felt. She slowly worked her way through the room, ignoring the cocks that were too small, definitely ignoring anything that looked like it belonged to an animal... and instead moving to the back corner of the room with an almost fluid ease, as though something were guiding her, calling her there.
“Ugh. Gross. Gross... GROSS! Lookit that ugly—wait a minute...” Britanny had been ogling one of the corkscrew pricks that could have only belonged to a duck when she saw the way that Ranma was making her way towards a rather nice sized green-gel vibrator cock, with what looked to be a solar battery attached to the bottom of it. Ranma’s body was practically humming as she approached it, her hands actually trembling as she picked it up. As soon as it left the pedestal that it had been on, she flinched. Of course, she wasn’t going to get turned into lava-bait until she put the wrong cock on the statue... but still...
“How does it make you feel?” Sheila cooed the words out, watching Ranma holding the cock.
For a moment, the tiger-girl thought about making something up, something great, something powerful... something that would impress both of the Cat-type pokégirls and reassure them that they were safe. But, somehow, the truth spilled from her lips with a slight little tinge of embarrassment. “...Like I need to pee really, REALLY bad...”
Both Britanny and Sheila made a face, but at least Ranma was being honest with them.
“Do you think that’s the right one?” The Cheetit whispered out.
“Maybe... it feels right. I mean, I think it does? How are you supposed to know?” Ranma actually brought the dildo down, holding it to her pelvis as though trying to imagine if it was the right thing. The other two just let out little laughs.
“No, you have to try it out!” Britanny chirruped, the Cheetit seeming to suddenly be having much more fun in this death-inducing situation.
“On you?” Ranma’s eyes widened when Britanny shook her head and quickly replied, “No! Use it on yourself! You’d know best!”
The Shaguar nodded her head. “Maybe you need to lube it up first...” Sheila added.
“Yeah, deep-throat it!” the Normal/Steel-type feline pokégirl encouraged.
Turning to the Cheetit, Sheila looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Britanny, how did you even get deep-throating from me suggesting lube?”
“STOP HELPING ME!!!” Ranma finally shouted the words out, holding the cock in her hands while glaring at the other two girls. Deep throating it, however, surprisingly didn’t sound like it could be too bad of an idea. If she needed to test it out... if it was her cock...
And going by what Daisuke and Hiroshi would tell her... wasn’t it every guy’s fantasy to say they’d given themselves a blow job, after all?
“I swear if either of you laugh, I’m going to beat you unconscious with my cock.” Ranma threatened before she turned her back on the other two. She then tentatively brought the dildo to her lips. She was blushing immensely as it came close. Still, she opened her mouth, her tongue coming forward. She shivered as she felt the plastic touch her rough, feline tongue. Yet, even as she did, there was a surprisingly good spark she felt go off in the back of her brain. Maybe that was a sign...
Little did she realize that was part of the genetic structuring of pokégirls geared towards worshipping cock, but hey! Whatever part of her allowed her to deny that she was feeling aroused giving a fake penis a blowjob...
She let the phallic shape slip between her lips, down the back of her tongue... Ranma then let it hit the back of her that and felt her body start to give a small little wrench at her gag reflexes... but instead she swallowed, coaxing that feeling down. The dildo slipped deep into her throat and Ranma gave a small little hum of satisfaction, her head feeling light as she pulled the cock back up and then quickly gulped it down again.
Oh... oh this was nice.
It was as she was bobbing her head up and down on the cock over and over again that the two Cat-type pokégirls watching realized something.
“Uhm, Ranma...”
“Maybe you should stop now?”
“That’s probably the right one... we should go.”
It took the Cheetit actually prodding the Tiger-girl on the shoulder as she was gulping the cock down yet again for Ranma’s eyes to focus. “Oh...” she gasped as she let the saliva-drenched cock fall from her mouth. She nervously grinned up to the other two as she realized how this must look. “I... uh… think this is the right one.”
Sheila rolled her eyes when she saw Ranma’s lips were puffy from having sucked so hard. “You think? Come on Stripes, let’s go get it attached to the statue so we can get out of here. It’s hot.”
With that said, the three feline pokegirls made their way back to their destination. Slowly, Ranma reached forward with the cock in her hand, trying to stop her fingers from trembling. Sure, it had felt right... but what if she was wrong? She didn’t want to get incinerated. She certainly didn’t want to get the other two torched just because she’d made the wrong decision. Still... it was now or never... taking a deep breath she pressed one end of the vibrator to the statue. A small fuming sound came from her throat as she twisted it this way and that, trying to make it fit.
As their friend struggled to make the dildo stick to the front of the statue, the Shaguar turned her head towards the tallest of their trio. “How long before we tell her she’s trying to attach it with the wrong end?” Sheila asked.
“Whenever it stops being hot,” Britanny quickly replied. She smirked deviously as she called out, “Hey Ranma! Maybe it needs a different kind of lube!”
The Tigress stopped prodding the statue/lava fountain’s crotch with the head of the penis “...Really?” she squeaked, not sure she liked where Britanny was going with this.
Sighing, Sheila had enough of the tom foolery. Not that she could blame either of them, but the sooner they got this over with, the sooner they could find out if they lived or were flooded with magma. “Damn it, Ranma!” she cried out. “You don’t stick a penis into a guy! Turn it around: base first!”
“Oh... OH! Right!” Ranma squeaked with embarrassment, wondering why she did that. Again, this was a case of ignorance being bliss as she was subconsciously wanting to fuck herself. If she knew the truth, she might have run around screaming that she was tainted and had impure thoughts like her mother.
Instead she flipped the vibrator around in her grasp. As she stuck it into the statue, it slipped into its place with ease; almost comparable to the glass slipper as it slid onto Cinderella’s dainty foot. With an audible click, the battery-powered dildo stated buzzing, the dick raised up and proud, giving the statue of a male Ranma its rightful genitalia. Oddly enough, this seemed to trigger a heavenly choir from somewhere. Where, they couldn’t be sure, but it certainly gave them hope that Ranma had picked the right one.
All three turned their heads as they heard the doors being opened once more. The BuzzQueen stood there, her bright smile practically beaming. “You have chosen... wisely.”
It all happened faster than they could think after that. The BuzzQueen was ushering them from the temple, her hands happily stroking against Ranma’s arm as they went, as though she couldn’t believe her luck that the Second Coming of Ranu Ma had come while the BuzzQueen still lived. “You did very well. You picked without hesitation, without flaw... and how you took the cock into your throat... you truly are the Holy Hoochie.”
The BuzzQueen paused, her mind clicking and deciding immediately that she liked that term. As they walked through the hall, Ranma making a face and muttering, “I’m not a hoochie...” they excited out into the great hallway, where all of the Bee-girls were waiting. The BuzzQueen’s hand raised, silencing their chattering.
“Ranma has passed the test! She has truly returned to us and is worthy of her cock and title! All Hail the Holy Hoochie!”
“ALL HAIL THE HOLY HOOCHIE!” The entire Hive echoed the BuzzQueen’s words in chorus, as though crying a litany to the heavens. “ALL HAIL THE HOLY HOOCHIE!” Again and again, they shouted it!
“I AM NOT A HOOCHIE!” Ranma yelled back to the massive crowd of BuzzBreasts.
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