[Episode 262895] [Episode 262895]In the sky above, fireworks exploded and numerous BuzzBreasts zipped and zoomed above the forest skyline. A huge bonfire crackled and blazed; the centerpiece of a wild celebration. It was a time of rejoicing; the Pussy-Slayer Ranu Ma had come back to the world and soon, cock would be on the way to being returned to them! Bee pokégirls of Fighter and Worker classes were mutually rejoicing in the warm glow of firelight. Drums were beating, there was grandiose singing, hot and racy dancing, and laughing in the communal language of victory and liberation as they shared food and drink.
What was that communal language you ask?
“Coatee Cha Too Gu! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub!” was the common song on the lips and in the hearts of the Cult of Nodo Ka as they paraded the Tigress around on a portable sedan-style throne. Nearly solid gold and shaped in a pretty phallic fashion; the length acting as the backrest and two spheres for the cushioning
“I am NOT the Holy Hoochie!!” was the cry of the pigtailed martial artist turned Tigress as she was carried around on the throne, being bucked up and down amidst the celebration of the Bug-types.
“Personally, I thought she’d be more upset they painted her gold...” Sheila piped up as she raised her head from the large watermelon that had been placed on the table before her to watch what these Bug-types did to her friend.
As if to prove her point, Ranma then sneezed due to the thick layer of chitin scrapings they had coated her in were wreaking hell on her allergies.
“Darn right,” Britanny agreed. “It’s QUITE tacky...”
“Still,” Sheila spoke, taking a deep gulp of her drink—a chalice that seemed to be a stem of a penis, a base of a vagina, and the container being the ball sack, “I’m not knocking the fact we’re alive, still in one piece, and may actually make a profit out of this.”
Britanny nodded, blinked, turned to look at her friend before sniffing her own drink.
“I’m not drugged or drunk, Tits; just enjoying the opportunity of one of your crazy acts actually working in our favor,” the petite feline pokégirl explained.
That made the Cheetit pout. “Hey! Plenty of my ideas have worked out before!”
Rolling her eyes, Sheila let off a little snort. “Yes, after court fines were paid and what-not.”
“But we would still come out ahead!” the Cheetit argued before sniffing her own drink again. “I don't know but I’m pretty certain that they drugged this drink. It smells too much like a Bug-type poison to be any good...”
Looking over at her erstwhile friend, the Ice/Fighting-type feline raised an eyebrow. “Actually, that may be due to the fact that they didn’t have enough chalices for everyone... and you’re one of the people whose drinks are being served out of a Cutiepie skull.”
Eyes going wide, Britanny turned her cup around and saw that, sure enough, she had been drinking out of the hollowed-out shrunken Cutiepie head; eyelids and mouth stitched shut. She let out a shriek as she dropped the unique drinking bowl and its elixer. “That's it! Time to go back to the bunker!” she cried out. She tried to get the third member of her party’s attention as she yelled out, “RANMA! LET’S GO!”
Sadly, said Tigress could not hear her. Instead, Ranma’s eardrums were being inundated with...
“Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub!”
“Mother-fuckers!” Ranma cursed irritably as the cascade of BuzzBreasts continued to parade her around the temple grounds. “For the LAST time! I am NOT the Holy Hoochie!!”
As with any good cults, she was promptly ignored as they rejected reality and replaced it with that of their religious dogma. “Coatee Cha Too Gu! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub!”
“AAAUUUUUGGGGGGGHHH!!!” the Tigress screamed in frustration.
“Just drop it, Tits,” Sheila told her big-titted friend.
“...They gave me a skull,” Britanny deadpanned.
“And it isn’t your own; be happy,” Sheila smiled, before blinking. “Okay, maybe there is something in this stuff...” she mumbled as she looked down into her drink. Shaking her head to clear it, she continued. “Anyway, we survived the test. So please, try not to insult them or do something to get us put on the dessert menu... or brunch menu, considering how late this party looks like it could go.”
The Cheetit pouted. “...They gave me... A SKULL!” she snapped irritably.
The Shaguar merely shrugged it off. “And you were last in the buffet line, so next time, don’t be late.”
Tilting her head, Britanny looked at Sheila with a raised eyebrow. “...Seriously, are you missing the importance of the severed head references here?”
The less-than-statuesque Ice/Fighting-type pokégirl replied, “Nope! Just not giving a damn, especially since it was you.”
“...You are so lucky your ass is worth all the trouble you put me through,” Britanny sighed dramatically.
“Yep,” Sheila agreed. “Worth as in, all the money I make. For having a job. And all the cash you owe me. Speaking of which, I believe we agreed that I could have anal sex with you to assert my dominance whenever I so wanted... so if you keep making a scene, I will make a scene. We clear?” the petite Shaguar threatened as she calmly took a piece of fruit off her plate.
Watching as Sheila had pointedly gone with a banana... and was now stabbing it back and forth in the watermelon where she’d bitten into it for emphasis, the Cheetit could only nod her head and grumbled, “Crystal...”
Smiling, the smaller feline pokégirl replied, “Wonderful! Now enjoy your organs before they get cold!”
The Normal/Steel-type looked down at her food. “...I was told this was ‘tripe’...” Britanny replied as she lifted up her plate to get a better look at the meat-stuff.
“Right. Which is boiled and stuffed animal intestine,” Sheila explained.
“...KATTLE?” the spotted feline pokégirl queried hopefully.
Sheila merely snorted. “You wish...” she then rolled her eyes as the white facial fur of her friend’s face somehow got paler. “Noob...”
“Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub!”
“KAMI-FUCKING DAMN IT! I AM NOT A HOLY HOOCHIE!!” Ranma continued to curse, showing she had learned QUITE a bit from Nabiki as she was carried around the cult grounds.
“Please, Tits; you’ve eaten, ate out, and been ate out by worse,” Sheila waved off.
“...You’re taking this all pretty well,” the spotted pokégirl stated rather bluntly.
Sheila smiled. “The Queen offered to show us some more items that Crazy Sexum left behind in their care tomorrow, including a library.”
Britanny stared at her friend with an incredulous gaze. “...You’re being calm... for classic porn?”
“Better than you, who tried to steal those booby-trapped dildos in the Chamber of Secrets and nearly flash-baked us in lava,” the petite Shaguar huffed.
“Yeah, well nothing went off!” the Normal/Steel-type pokégirl stated in her defense.
The smaller pokégirl snorted. “Only because they were neutralized thanks to the real one being in its slot in the central statue,” Sheila shot back. “And besides, you could have waited until at least no one was watching. For someone of your species, your hands aren’t really that fast for stealing.”
“Hey! I’m a lover, not a pickpocket!” Britanny huffed, purposely thrusting her chest out. “More than I can say for you, little Miss Ass-Rape...”
“...Bitchwhoowesmetheirfirstbornsayswhat?” Sheila piped up quickly.
Before the Cheetit could answer and start an argument, they were interrupted by a melodious voice. “Greetings, Harem of Ranu Ma!” the BuzzQueen greeted as she came up to where the two felines were sitting. “I do hope you're finding your stay with us enjoyable!”
“...Oh yes...” the Cheetit replied. “I just love my drinks out of Cutiepie skulls...” she murmured in disgust, ignoring the glare that Sheila was giving her.
Fortunately, the BuzzQueen didn’t catch onto the sarcasm. “I know! I do too!” She then turned to Sheila and gave her an apologetic look. “I’m only so sorry we didn’t have the shrunken sacrificial heads ready in time when you went to get your drink. If you want we can get one for you too! It wouldn’t do for one of the great Ranu Ma’s Harem to not enjoy drinking out of the skulls of her enemies!”
“Quite alright,” Sheila stated, lifting her glass into the air. “No offense, but I prefer to taste only my drink. The flesh tends to get in the way of that.”
The BuzzQueen nodded sagely. “This is sadly true. But I suppose what you are drinking from now is a good alternative.”
Sheila nodded... only pause as she realized what the High Priestess said. She then then sighed. “I know I’m going to regret this—much like at times that I allowed a soaked Cheetit into my home so many years ago—but what is special about this?”
“It is one of Nodo Ka’s personal finery, something she assembled and had ‘bronzed’, I believe the word is, from a foolish male who stormed into our lands before the Great Catastrophe all those centuries ago.”
Blinking, Sheila slowly pointed to the base.
“His Alpha, who was just as cruel and thoughtless: the scriptures refer to her as a, ‘total hose beast’.” The BuzzQueen explained. “As such, this cup is used during the Winter Solstice when we give praise to Ranu Ma for defeating the dreaded beast known as, ‘Pantyhose’. Having been de-manned by Nodo Ka, his undeserved manly bits serve to warm us with fine spirits to help us get through the cold winter months...”
The Shaguar blinked her eyes once, twice. “...Meh...” Sheila finally shrugged noncommittally before she took another sip from her cup. Releasing a small gasp for air, she looked up at the Bug/Poison-type. “So when is the Hive going to be done with Ranma?”
“Oh, I’m sure they will be done worshipping the Holy Hoochie in three... no more than six hours...” she smiled in a beatific fashion. “You must understand. This has been part of our holy scriptures since the Great Disaster had taken place. We have been awaiting this day for over a century. For it to happen in our lifetime is nothing short of a miracle!”
“So...” Britanny spoke up after a moment. “That means you and your Hive will do anything for our lovely Tigress?”
Nodding her head, the Queen/High Priestess of the Temple of Nodo Ka replied, “Of course! It is her duty to bring cock back to the world! It is right and just to give aide for such a noble quest!”
Nodding her head in understanding, the Cheetit then inquired, “So... if I asked for any goods or resources you happen to have and are willing to give us... preferably for free...”
“SPOTS!” the Shaguar snapped at her. It was just common sense that you didn’t piss off the locals who could still turn around and make you into part of the buffet!
Fortunately, the BuzzQueen took no insult. “Of course! Our home is now your home!”
Eye twitching, Sheila took another deep breath and released it. Seriously, the Cheetit had one lucky event go right... and continued to feel the need to try and reach for Lady Luck’s Black Cherry. “We do ask that you give us fair warning ahead of time if we do something or suggest something that may be offensive to you and yours.”
“Oh?’ asked the royal insect pokégirl.
“No offense meant, but I’d rather not end up as future dinner or dinnerware,” Sheila offered.
The BuzzQueen nodded. “A wise and thoughtful course; further proof that our returned Godess has chosen a wise Harem to lead him in this new world.” She smiled wider as she reached over and picked Sheila up. Making the Shaguar stand, her hands came down, rubbing the feline pokégirl's hips. “Sure, you may be petite... and a horrid Ice-type... but I am sure that with your intelligence, your baby-maker shall provide the basis for Ranu Ma to make a new generation of Many Men!"
Britanny just smirked at the petite pokégirl.
Eyes looking over to the Cheetit, Sheila narrowed her gaze in warning. “Not one word, Spots... not one word...”
“Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub! Holy Hoochie’s back! Yub-Nub!”
“WWWHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!?!?” the Tigress wailed, cursing the heavens as she realized this ‘title’ was likely going to stick.
“And these are some paintings done by Nodo Ka, depicting her early years with our people.”
Ranma’s eyes just twitched.
Staring curiously Brittany just tilted her head to get a better look. “I thought humans had hair below their heads?”
The BuzzQueen nodded her head. “One of Nodo Ka’s Holy Tenants talks about how, ‘no one likes to dine but pause because they need to spit out hair’. It is a wise story, and as with many of her Holy Texts, show the wisdom of ages past.”
“Can... can we move on? Please?” Ranma asked, bringing a hand up and rubbing her eyes, knowing that when she returned to her own world... she’d never be able to look at her mother again—not without all the nude images the paintings were showing her running through her mind.
“Very well,” the Royal Bee Pokégirl replied as she lead them through the wing of the Temple dedicated to Nodo Ka’s holy works. “Next, we see her early work on statues.”
Ranma whimpered.
Now it was Sheila tilted her head. “Woman must’ve had a lot of free time to do all this artwork.”
“Of course!” the BuzzQueen cooed. “Nodo Ka worked the fabled station known as, ‘Watcher’. It was she that explored our dear forest inside and out, observing us when the Hive was but mere Feral pokégirls, blending into our natural environment and collecting data which she then compiled into numerous thesi and other papers... scriptures which allowed us to learn things about ourselves we never knew, allowing us to attain... ENLIGHTENMENT!”
“...Really?” the Tigress queried. That didn’t sound too bad. In fact, that actually sounded professional and perhaps altruistic. Maybe there was hope for this version of her mother?
Smiling wider, the Bee pokégirl then added, “And then she gave us all kinds of dildos and vibrators and told us to, in the words of my predecessor Georgette Luscious, ‘Go Nuts and Shoot First’...” she let out a happy humming noise. “She truly is an incredible holy figure...”
And just like that, Ranma lost all hope she could have had in her mother. “...Can we please move on?”
“But I didn’t get to tell you about how this piece was carved in forty days and forty-nights when she was stuck in the Holy Bunker during a rainy season, coming forth with a statue that raised salute to each and every undeserving BuzzBreast allowed to lay their eyes upon it...”
Grinning as she had to look up, the Cheetit whistled. “...I don’t know art, but I know what I like,” Britanny chirped happily.
The Queen of the Hive/High Priestess of the Temple nodded her head in agreement. “Yes; this was a statue she made, commemorating her first encounter with Ranu Ma. The scriptures are unclear as to what started it—even our scholars debate it still. But the basis is that for the gift of a horny bitch, Ranu Ma spent a night satisfying the lusts of the bitch, a false Skunkette, and Nodo Ka herself, so much so that Nodo Ka forsook the false male that fathered her children, and swore to only be serviced by Ranu Ma himself.”
Blinking, the two Cat-types turned to the third... who was busy trying to choke herself with her own shirt.
“...And she seemed so pure and innocent when we first met her,” Sheila stated sadly.
“I don’t know, Sexum’s got some perky ones,” Britanny offered.
Sheila frowned as she realized something. “...Someone should stop Ranma before she kills herself...” the Shaguar spoke up in all seriousness.
“Ah yes, the Ranu Ma Ritual of, ‘Autoerotic Asphyxiation’,” the BuzzQueen stated in understanding. “The scriptures often point to this as something the great Pussy Slayer would do every time the Goddess mated with her Lover-Son. He would choke himself in obvious aroused appreciation for her, crying out to the heavens, ‘Kami! Take Me Now! TAKE ME NOW!’ for truly, it would be wonderful to be taken in your prime after mating with a goddess for very little can top that.”
After passing by several more art halls, filled with just as many images of Nodoka au naturale—including some of her nailing her son that fateful night, the most interesting one being the animatronic display with actual sounds and some singing—the BuzzQueen led them to a large steel door with the sign, [Queen Only].
“Behind here is our most important work, a work even more prized than our Goddess’ art, hidden that none in the outside world knows of its existence.”
“Stored video of her sex sessions and those of her sons?” Sheila asked with a smirk.
“...No; that’s the door to your left,” the BuzzQueen pointed to, showing a sturdy sound-proofed door, which also held a sign stating that hands and appropriate appendages must be washed after each use.
Ranma just continued to nervously twitch, eyes unfocused, constantly murmuring about her ‘Mom’, ‘honor’, and ‘bad touch’.
Her hands coming forward to the sealed entrance, the High Priestess of the Cult of Nodo Ka pressed firmly against the metal door. It opened with a loud creaking noise which made the ears of all three Cat-type pokégirls flatten back. She smiled as she told all three, “Come on in.”
“...It's rather dark in there...” Sheila replied.
The BuzzQueen's face went firm. “I. Said. Go. In.”
Catching onto the sudden change of demeanor, the Cheetit’s fur stood on end. “OH THOUSAND GODS!” Britanny cried. “THIS IS WHERE THE GUY IN A LEATHER MASK AND CHAINSAW CARVES US UP FOR MEAT, ISN’T IT!?”
“SPOTS!” Sheila cried, afraid that the woman would upset their—so far—gracious host... resulting n them being chopped up with chainsaws for their meat.
“IN!” the High Priestess of the Nodo Ka Cult stated firmly and pointed.
All three pokégirls carefully stepped in, prepared for almost anything—the Tigress more than accepting of death at this point after the guided tour. Ranma, Britanny and Sheila winced as the insect woman stepped in after them, locking them within a room of complete darkness.
“Ladies,” The BuzzQueen’s voice spoke up from within the darkness. “You must understand that while this room must remain a secret to the Hive, I am proud to present the Holy Quarters that only the BuzzQueen is allowed to enjoy; you are the first people besides my predecessors and I to see it! Behold! The Holy Chamber of Nodo Ka: The Mother Trucker!”
There was a sound of a click before numerous ceiling lights went off. While they were blinded for a moment, what stood before the Queen and her entourage of guests was something that left the latter in awe. There were numerous crates filling the room... their markings all that of Pre-Great Disaster companies. But what lay in the center of this chamber was a very large vehicle; enormous in length, width and height. Travel trailer, fifth wheel trailer, hauler add-on, additions that showed where there were popup trailer extensions and slide-in camper, and large tractor-trailer bullbar on the front: the large piece of equipment a testament to a living battering ram considering the numerous stains that were permanently colored into it.
“While primarily intended for leisurely activities such as vacations and camping, this vehicle served as the great Nodo Ka’s mobile office, including numerous customizations such as extra desk space, an upgraded electrical system, a generator, and satellite Internet. Indeed, the Mother-Trucker was intended as her traveling permanent home until she had managed to attain the funds to create something bigger, greater, and more powerful.” She smiled. “It was only thanks to her great generosity that this was gifted to the Queen, allowing my predecessors and I to enjoy such things as, ‘Comfortable Beds’, ‘Hot Meals’, ‘Air Conditioning’, ‘Television’, ‘Indoor Plumbing’, ‘Warm Showers’, and most importantly, ‘Hot Tubs’.”
The group could only stare at the massive Ultra-RV before them in awe.
Well... except for Ranma, whose eyes landed upon bumper stickers such as, “If this van’s a rockin’, you can come a knockin’! But if you fail, you’ll lose your front tail”, “Ass, grass, or cash: no one rides for free!”, and “My son nailed me at your child’s Taming School!”
Needless to say, the poor martial artist-turned-Tigress pokégirl needed the RV’s shower to fall into in the fetal position and cry for hours, before consuming large quantities of liquor to erase the memories of the day.
“Holy crap!” chirped Sheila, looking at the massive weapons hugging the top of the front cab, things she had only seen in old video clips of the past—most of those, telling her just how illegal those size weapons were.
Noticing where Sheila's eyes were focused on, the BuzzQueen smiled with pride. “Ah yes. I see someone noticed the pair of Plasma Cannons. Known as the, “BFG 9000” each weights thirty-five lbs. and have an effective range of six-hundred and seventy feet. The much-vaunted larger cousins to the Plasma Rifles, these guns can fire massive shots of plasma that few pokégirls can ignore...” the insect girl sighed. “Unfortunately, because their drain is so great, the power cells for these weapons can’t fire more than ten rounds before needing to recharge.” The BuzzQueen then perked right back up. “Still, it made carving the outer portion of the Temple VERY easy.”
“...Where can I get one?” Sheila said in a whisper, not trusting her voice right now.
Pointing to the side where a stack comprised of numerous crates marked with a stylized red, ‘R’ stood, the Queen helpfully supplied, “Well, I’m sure we have at least ONE in there...”
“MINE!” the Shaguar roared as she flung herself across the room and at the crates.
“Oh yeah,” snorted Brittany. “I’m the bad influence.”
“That’s... a lot of firepower,” Ranma finally stated, forcing her mind off the topic of bumper stickers and more onto the design of the Hulked-out RV.
“Oh yes,” the BuzzQueen smiled, turning towards their savior. “From her notes, we know Nodo Ka refused to rely on the governments at that time for her own safety and many of her supplies. So back when cock roamed free and there were those who received what she called... ‘Darwin Awards’... she took their supplies and added to her own.” The female insect beauty then added, “In fact, our records show she built this Mother Trucker out of parts, supplies, and gear listed as lost from Tamers who fell—by the hands of local pokegirls or her own. Many of the weapons and some of the tech came from old zealot groups such as Team Trauma and Team Rocket.”
“Shit,” Britanny muttered, looking around. “That means some of this stuff might not be legal now, if it ever was!”
“Nope!” Sheila disagreed as she was pulling firmly on one of the R-marked crate lids. “It’s only illegal if the government knows about it! In other words, we uncrate this stuff and just use for ourselves as is, we can pass it off as—”
The Shaguar’s tirade broke off suddenly as she tore the lid free from the rest of the crate; an expanse of pink packing peanuts greeting them. Tossing the piece of nailed wooden planks aside, the petite pokégirl reached in. “Please be a BFG 9000, please be a BFG 9000, please be a BFG 9000...” was her mantra as she felt around inside of the mass of Styrofoam bits.
Her hands grasping something, she held firm and pulled it free with a flourish, sending pink packaging material flying everywhere. Sheila’s eyes widened as she caught sight of the weapon, one of cylindrical multi-barrel design.
“Ooooh!” the BuzzQueen cooed as she caught sight of what the Shaguar held. “An Elemental Assault Cannon! Those babies can fire any sort of Shell, no matter the elemental type or strength! Reaches upwards of three-hundred and thirty feet...” she came up besides Sheila’s right, inspecting the weapon. “Yep! Same as the ones that come out of the sides of the Mother Trucker! Meant solely for the most powerful pokégirls: the Widow, Leviathaness, any Legendaries, or enormous swarms of other dangerous pokégirls—such as the Vampire. The Elemental Assault Cannon’s six rotating barrels can fire out one-hundred and twenty Elemental Shells in the span of a minute! Nothing can stand up to it!”
Sheila opened her mouth to respond... but could only moan, her eyes crossing before closing, her knees wobbling before she sank to the floor, a smile on her face.
“...All of the sudden, I feel very inadequate,” Britanny said with a sigh.
Blinking her eyes, Ranma turned towards the BuzzQueen. “Um, excuse me?”
The older pokégirl turned to face her. “Yes, oh Holy Hoochie?”
Twitching, Ranma bit down a reply, counted to five, and focused once more on the Queen/High Priestess. “If all this stuff is so old, how do you know all about it?”
“Ah... yes...” the BuzzQueen responded. “I should have known that only you would have noticed the second hidden aspect of this base, a part that is required to promote Nodo Ka’s purposes.”
“...It’s not where we’re gonna die or wish we were dead, is it?” Britanny asked in a quiet whimper, not wanting her skull to be filled with a fluid forty-percent alcohol by volume.
“No... unless you open a chamber that needs to be kept closed to prevent the sterilization of our world,” the BuzzQueen continued. “But we had one more task given to us by Nodo Ka.”
Ranma looked up at the BuzzQueen. “What was that task?” she queried, hoping to whatever kami was listening that it wasn’t to propagate the pornography of this world’s Ranma and her/his mom. If it as, she might be able to produce a Shi Shi Hokodan here and now, bringing the mountain down on all of them.
Granted, dying would suck but in her mind, it would be a much kinder fate for everyone involved.
“Nodo Ka wanted us... wanted the BuzzQueens... to make a better world...” she said in a whisper. “She left my predecessor all her notes and schematics... so that we would be able to study all the technology she left behind to make this a better world.”
That made all three Cat-types stare at the insect beauty. “...Zuh?” Britanny queried, the first to find her voice.
The BuzzQueen looked directly in the Cheetit’s eyes. “Tell me: what comes to mind when you think of Viridick Forest? Of the so-called, ‘Buggy Woods’?”
“Dangerous Feral BuzzBreasts,” Britanny stated before cringing as she realized what she had blurted out. “Um... no offense...” she added rather pathetically.
“None taken,” the Bug/Poison-type pokégirl replied calmly. “And in fact, that was the stereotype we hoped to capitalize on. Who would think that a BuzzBreast Hive, a place of supposedly Feral pokégirls... could be the hive—no pun intended—of a thriving tech sector, the kind of which not seen since before the Great Disaster?”
That left all three of them speechless once more... and privately gave Ranma the hope once more than this world’s Nodoka wasn’t JUST a voyeuristic sexual deviant.
Seeing the mixed look of understanding and awe on her guests’ faces, the BuzzQueen nodded her head. “Exactly. We are guardians of much that had been lost, and will continue to vanguard it until cock is returned. Then, with new manly men out there, we can give them the technology and luxury to once more safely transverse this world and Tame pokéass.”
The trio just blinked. While not the most... altruistic approach, it definitely was meant well.
“So, wait,” Britanny started as a realization came to her. “You mean you have weapons, guns, tech and what-not stored here, being worked on?”
The Bug/Poison-type pokégirl nodded her head in affirmation. “That is correct.”
Scratching the back of her head, the Cheetit rolled the thoughts around for a bit. “No offense, but I’m kinda surprised that you just didn’t roll over the world when the Great Disaster was over.”
“Ah, but our mission is a Holy one,” the Buzzqueen spoke in a reverent tone. “We are following the plan of Nodo Ka, to await her son’s return, to help restore the world to a better condition, a better world for all!”
Minus the Cutiepie, Britamny thought, but showed some intelligence in not saying it aloud.
“WE WORK TOWARDS THE DAY OF THE HOLY GRANDBABIES, ROLLING OVER THE WORLD, BRINGING A TAMING PARADISE!”
The loud and zealot-like speech even made Sheila take notice, and pause in her fondling of her new favorite possible-sexual toy.
Looking over to the BuzzQueen, the Shaguar lowered the weapon of mass destruction and queried, “Miss?”
“Georgia. Queen Georgia Luscious,” the Royal Bee Pokégirl replied in dulcet sweet tones, completely opposite to the tone used for the religious dogma she had just been spouting.
“Well, Lady Luscious,” the Ice/Fighting-type spoke in a much calmer tone; hoping no one noticed that she possibly needed a change of panties. “If Crazy Sex—Nodo Ka had seen fit to arm your Hive’s ancestors with all this technological goodness with the express purpose of making a better world... why didn’t she leave you with the genetic material to restore mankind and only leave you a set of keys to unlock them?”
“Ah, but that is the genius of our patron goddess,” the BuzzQueen went on to explain. “Nodo Ka was not one to put all her Khangasscunt eggs in one basket, so she sought to figuratively AND literally spread the wealth, as it were. We were given the technology while she went Northeast to bring forth the army of many manly men...”
That made the Normal/Steel-type of the feline trio interject her own thoughts. “Yeah,” Britanny spoke up. “I’m willing to guess it ended in a big fat failure as I’m not swimming in dicks,” the Cheetit stated glumly, her eyes slowly drawn to a crate with “AU” stamped on it.
Nodding her head in agreement, Queen Luscious replied, “Quite. It is further proof of her wisdom. If she had taken all of her plans up North, there might be no hope. Instead the seeds of a better world are here, with us, in a place no one would think to look...” she looked over to the Tigress and smiled. “And we will gladly do whatever is needed to support the Chosen One in returning cock to our world... my hive is at your disposal, oh Holy Hoochie.”
“I’m not the... oh forget it,” Ranma grumbled, realizing that she was stuck with the title and that there were still more important things to get to. “So, what you’re saying I can’t get my manhood back then?” the pigtailed Tigress asked tiredly. The revelations and mental traumas of the last day had begun to take their toll on her mind and frankly, she was just too mentally exhausted to handle being pissed at/depressed with her situation.
“I did not say such, oh Holy One,” Luscious stated firmly. “I simply stated that I do not know the whole of Nodo Ka’s grand plan. We only have the keys, the starting point for the quest. After all, had we known, do you think we would not have been sorely tempted ourselves to make the journey?”
The Cat-types all nodded in agreement. That did make sense, to a certain degree.
“Then what’s this key?” Ranma asked, too tired to even give recognition to the voice in her saying that such could only lead to more mental trauma.
“The key is stored within our deepest vault,” Luscious replied. “This way, we must first move past the chambers where we conduct our experiments, our research, and the honey pit where we hold our occasional honey orgy.”
That made Britanny perk up considerably. “Honey orgy?”
“HONEY ORGIE~EEEEEEEEEE!!!” the Cheetit squealed as she lay in a, ‘cheeks up and face down’ position in the massive pit of gelatinous sugar byproduct. Unlike regular honey, which she knew could take out lumps of fur with how it would be sticky and hardened, this just rolled over her frame like water. A little thicker maybe, and definitely sugary sweet but it was honey! Sure, it was unlike any honey she had ever been in... but it was STILL honey!
And this was all while a BuzzBreast behind her with the Maxus Strap-On Vibrator was pounding her cooch, giving the Cheetit’s kitty one hell of a plundering. Britanny turned her head to the left to try and look over her shoulder at her current lover, only to find herself being kissed by another one of the Bee pokégirls. She ended up dueling tongues with her; a battle of purrs versus buzzes.
Sheila for her part was down on her back within the massive honey pit, a pair of BuzzBreasts pounding her from either end; one with a Maxus Studded Dildo in her vagina while another stretched out her throat with a Maxus Tastee Dildo—GRAPE FLAVOR! She moaned around the flavorful toy as two more Bee pokégirls were licking at the Shaguar’s nipples.
The Tigress merely turned to the BuzzQueen who merely returned the gaze with a shit-eating grin. “Well, my Holy Hoochie... shall we join the Honey Orgy?”
Ranma just sighed, palming her face. “Didn’t we come here to get a key?” she asked, hoping to delay what she feared would occur.
“Nodo Ka has stated that there is always time for Taming,” Luscious responded with great reverence obvious in her voice.
“Um... but I ate an hour ago!” the Tigress tried lamely.
“Trust me, oh Holy One; we shall have time enough for the key. The world has waited over a century for the return of True Cock; it can wait a day or so more,” the BuzzQueen smiled at her before turning to the Honey Pit. “Now, my subjects,” she commanded the approaching Bee girls. “Give her the Dazzle Special.”
“...Dazzle Speci~AAAAAHHH!?!?” the Tigress cried as she was grasped from behind by numerous sets of hands and lifted off of her feet. She kicked her legs, even as they were pulling her garments off of her before they carried their savior down into the honey pit.
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