“All personnel! We are under attack! Please report to your battle stations and designated bunker! I repeat, all personnel! Please report to your battle stations and designated bunker!” the voice over the intercom system repeated, even as the Temple shook violently, sounds of explosions continuing to roar from elsewhere in the Hive.
“Crap!” the Tigress pokégirl cursed as she grasped the small Holographics FX Simulator off its podium... whether she was cursing her situation or that this world’s version of her mother wanted to fuck her, was up for debate. “What bunker do we go to, Luscious?” Ranma queried as she looked it over, making sure it was fine.
When o answer was forthcoming, the Tigress turned to look over her shoulder; her currently enlarged breasts swaying. “...Luscious?” she queried, only seeing her two friends there. Sighing, the Shaguar thumbed over her shoulder. “She ran off while you were cursing Lady Tomboy Luck...” Sheila stated.
Her left ear twitching, Ranma narrowed her eyes in irritation. “...At least she’s not around to milk my tits more...” she grumbled in annoyance; for a woman that was all, ‘Praise the Holy Hoochie’ and whatnot, she was sure quick to abandon her as soon as things got a little dangerous. “Any clue where we should go?” she questioned of her two friends.
“For safety? No clue... BUT I know we should be getting while the getting’s good!” the Cheetit piped up. She paused as a realization came to her. “...After we leave in style of course!” As the two smaller Cat-types stared at her, Britanny replied, “What? Crazy Sexum said we could! And I doubt the BuzzBreasts will mind us looking whatever we can into that RV.”
Sheila would have commented that they needed to focus on merely getting their asses out of there while they could... but she had to admit... did she really want to leave that BFG 9000 behind? Plus, Tits was right. Crazy Sexum DID say that was their stuff now. It was one thing to let the Cutiepie Forces take whatever they wanted from the BuzzBreasts as part of spoils of war—yes, a war, not a Jenny-Action despite the Queen’s claims—but that was THEIR stuff now!
After a moment—and another tremor shaking the area due to an explosion in the distance—the petite Shaguar stated, “Fine. Tits One,” she pointed at Britanny. “Tits Two,” she then pointed to Ranma. “Let’s get back to the storage garage. We’ll fill that RV with whatever weapons and other goods we can fit into it and drive the hell out of here. Hopefully we’ll be able to get away with enough firepower to bust our way out; I’m sure as hell certain it’s going to be a warzone out there.”
“You sure we can waste the time?” the martial artist-turned Tigress pokégirl questioned.
Snorting, the petite Ice/Fighting-type replied, “Of course not! But I’d rather we get something out of this besides a dinner of questionable origins, a Ten Standard League Credit Tour, and a Honey Orgy!”
“Not that there was anything wrong with the Honey Orgy,” Britanny piped up.
“Whatever,” Sheila told her tallest of the feline pokégirl of their group. “Point is, time is wasting and danger increases! SO LET’S MOVE IT!” she shouted as she turned for the door and RAN! “Last one there gets raped by Bug-types—AGAIN!” As she said that, she ran! Ran hard, ran fast, ran to just get the hell out of this place before it came crashing down upon them.
Nodding their heads, Ranma and Britanny took off after the Shaguar; the Tigress’ arms wrapped around her chest so her breasts didn’t go flopping about wildly as she ran. The hallways themselves were now darkened; the lights above barely flickering with spurts of energy. The floors were littered with messes of all sorts: dropped coffee cups, paperwork that flittered about, small sparse piles of dirt from where the seams of the ceiling would be stressed by explosions, the material of the mountain leaking into the hive, and so forth. “You’d think this place would have emergency lights!” Sheila cursed as she was looking to-and-fro as she led the trio. At least they had their own feline trait of night-vision.
Again, another explosion rocked the area, the Shaguar doing her best to retrace her steps. She cursed as she came to where the Honey Pit was; the sounds of combat quite audible. Peeking her head in, she caught sights of the BuzzBreasts doing their best to fight with spears and stingers... while gold and black butterfly and green thick-shelled cocoon pokégirls were shooting them down with firearms, emphasis on fire as those were Fire-elemental shells—all the more prevalent as the Beegirls that were shot burst into screaming pillars of flame as the bullets pierced their carapaces... which made trails of flame flicker about the surface of the honey.
Pulling her head back, Sheila turned to look at the other two. “...Yeah, we can’t go this way. At all.” Another explosion sounded off in the distance. This time they barely felt a tremble so at least the main battle was moving away from their area. She looked about quickly and motioned down the hallway. “Quick! Let’s try this way! Maybe we can find another way out of here!”
“You sure?” Ranma asked.
“Fuck if I know, but better than waiting to die!” Sheila hissed as she took off again, the other two keeping in step. Even as they travelled, the intercom was still going. “All personnel! We are under attack! Please report to your battle stations and designated bunker! I repeat, all personnel! Please report to your battle stations and designated bunker!” again, another thunderous roar of explosives went off in the distance. The area didn’t shake but once more, dirt came falling on their heads, causing Ranma to curse as, being the most nude, this was getting all over her fur.
“Any clue where we’re heading?” Britanny asked again, her eyes darting left and right as her self-preservation was kicking in and warring with her desires. She just wanted to go top speed and get the hell out of there... but there was no way Ranma could keep up! There was no way she was leaving her source of tasty Tigress milk behind if she could help it! It was divine: the sweetest she ever had!
Sheila sighed. “Not a damn clue! And keep quiet already you two! We don’t need to garner ourselves any attention; this isn’t our fight! We’re just going to make the most of it is all!”
“Nice to see you have your priorities straight,” Britanny chimed. At least she wasn’t the only one willing to rob the Hive blind. The Queen had promised to help Ranma in any way she could, after all. It was better to cash in that promise now while it was still worth a damn.
Reaching the end of the hallway, Sheila pressed her hands on a door. The entryway swinging open to reveal a dark stairwell, barely alit in crimson as at least here there were emergency lights. With no sounds of battle resounding within, the petite Ice/Fighting-type feline looked behind her and motioned the two to follow with her arms. The three made their way in and went up the stairs, hoping to find their way back to the storage garage... or at the very least, find their way to an exit.
Once they made their way to the next floor, Sheila leaned her in to the small window on the door that exited out into the Hive proper. Again, she didn’t see any signs of battle, just more emptiness and flickering lights. She pushed the door open just as another explosion went off and close: the stairwell brightening as the sounds of structural failure and crashing followed. “SHIT EVERYONE OUT!” she cursed as she kicked the door open forcefully
Not wanting to die, Britanny pushed the two smaller pokégirls out the door at once as she quickly followed behind them; just in time as the stairwell behind them completely collapsed into fiery rubble as the vertical pathway structure became a deathtrap. All three lay on the floor where Britanny had tackled them, groaning as they remain there, catching their breaths.
Wincing from having her tits hit the floor harshly, Ranma was careful to take a quick intake of breath. “Any chance we can JUST leave. We got what we came for...” she grumbled as she moved her right hand up and opened her palm, carefully examining the cube to make sure it was still all right. This was one third of the key she needed to get her manhood back! If it broke, she was screwed! Possibly even more so than the BuzzBreasts had been fucking her!
“Not...” Sheila heaved heavily, the wind having been knocked out of her by the Cheetit. “A... chance...” she replied firmly. “I am not leaving that BFG 9000 behind! I have never before nor ever will see that thing again! I refuse to leave it behind!”
Rolling herself off the two smaller Cat-types, Britanny lay on her back for a moment. Lifting her head up, she turned to look at her smaller friend. “Yeah!” she agreed. “They made me drink out of a skull! A SKULL! Mama deserves to get paid for living an event she’ll be telling her psychiatrist and/or shoe saleswoman for years to come!”
It was then that the BuzzBreast who had been directing the warnings came on the intercom once more. “All personnel! We are under attack! Please report to your battle stations and designated bunker! I repeat, all personnel! Please report to—Wait! Who are you!? Only authorized personnel are allowed in—”
*Blam*!
*Blam*!
*Bla~BZZT*!
Only continuous static echoed over the speakers now. It was safe to say that things were not going well for the Cult of Nodo Ka. Considering what Queen Luscious had told them about what her predecessor had done, they couldn’t really say the BuzzBreasts hadn’t brought this on themselves.
Standing up slowly, Britanny did her best to wipe herself off, cleaning up as best she could before she bend over and grasped either pokégirl by a shoulder, helping them to her feet as she stood up. “Well, you heard the woman, ladies! Shit has hit the fan! Now or never!”
“Right,” the Ice/Fighting-type replied as she stood up, a little uneasy from the sudden tackle. Shaking her head to try and clear her head to steady herself, Sheila looked down the hallway where they had landed. She frowned as she could see numerous downed BuzzBreasts; shattered pieces of black and gold carapaces littering the halls as the broken bodies cluttered it. Having the best hearing of the three—a multiple of ten modifier compared to Ranma’s five and Britanny’s three—Sheila’s ears twitched as she focused, listening for any sounds that could indicate that combat was going on near them.
After ten seconds, she was satisfied that while battle HAD come through here, they were already deeper in and had passed. “We’re clear for now! Come on girls! Move it!” She commanded as she started to make her way into the Hive once more in an effort to find the BuzzQueen’s secret storage unit. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she lead the trio, taking the lead.
Minutes passed as the trio of Cat-types made their way through the BuzzBreasts’ complex floor layout. This was not how she’d expected her day to go and as they continued, she was beginning to worry. Where could those Cutiepie be heading? They didn’t seem to be taking anything as they went, leaving only a mess behind. To her, that stunk of an extermination mission: and that meant that they were likely unwilling to listen to reason to someone even if they weren’t a BuzzBreast. Her hand clenched and relaxed, her hand readying an Aurora Punch in case she needed to act fast. Surprisingly, it had the added effect of giving them a small light source, bathing the immediate area in pale blue and allowing them better vision.
A solid fifteen minutes passed before they came across an elevator. However, hope was quickly dashed upon closer inspection. Both sets of doors were opened revealing an empty car chamber, the floor button above the frame flashing a red error message as the elevator cables swaying side-to-side, having either snapped or been purposely cut. Still, Sheila walked up to it and looked down. “Ranma, give me that holographic-thing.”
“Wuh? Why?” the pigtailed Tigress queried. She was rather loathe to give up the only clue she had to getting her dick back.
Holding out her hand to the Fighting-type feline, Sheila met her blue eyes with her own. “Because I have pockets, and we’re going to need to repel down,” the Shaguar answered seriously. “You’re going to need the use of both your hands.”
Nodding her head in understanding, Ranma sighed as she released her breasts; her right hand reaching out to offer the Shaguar the small computer cube. “Be careful with it.”
“Sure,” Sheila replied as she put it into her pants pocket. She then turned to the open elevator door and stepped back a few times. She then rushed forward into the elevator passage and jumped! Hands grasping the cable firmly, she then clamped her thighs around it said thick metal wires before shimmying herself down slowly. Once she was down far enough she began to sway her hips, getting the cable to swing slightly, slowly gaining speed. Once she had it going enough, Sheila let go, doing her best to throw herself out of the chamber. Fortunately for her, it was a successful stunt and she was now on the lower level. “Come on, ladies! It’s possible!”
Sticking her head in and looking down, Britanny called out, “You sure this is a good idea?”
“Of course not!” Sheila called back. “But what choice do we have? We either flee or die!”
“...This is SO going to ruin my outfit...” Britanny cursed as she followed suit. However, unlike the Shaguar, the Cheetit had longer limbs and was able to reach in far enough to grasp the cable; one hand holding the frame while the other reached in deep to grasp. Pulling herself onto the cable, she cried out as another explosion sounded off, making dirt fall down the elevator shaft. Once the explosion passed, the spotted feline pokégirl began to repel down. Facing the back wall of the elevator, she lifted her legs and kicked herself off the surface, fully swinging herself into the entrance to the lower floor before releasing it. “You’re next, Ranma!”
Cursing herself for having much larger tits which were going to unbalance her something wicked, the Tigress took a running start before launching herself into the elevator passage. Grasping the cable firmly in both hands, she cried out as her tits slapped each other with a fur-muffled clap; the cable wire caught between them. “Kami damnit!” she cursed irritably as she quickly slide down on the cable like it were rope, being careful not to let the friction burn her hands. Once she was lowered enough, she too had to swing as Sheila had. Fortunately for her, Britanny could reach in and grasp her, carefully pulling her out and setting her safely on the floor.
Back on track to retracing their steps, the trio of felines started to move throughout the Hive Temple carefully once again. Starting to come across familiar sights, the three feline pokégirls began to rush in their escape. The sounds of battle were prevalent in the background: explosions, rapid fire, the crackle of actual fire. In fact, that last one was made all the more prevalent as they could smell smoke not too far away, only adding to their need to make haste.
Fortunately, it would seem that whatever Thousand Gods were listening smiled upon them. Catching sight of a certain door, the Shaguar shouted, “THERE IT IS!” She then dropped any sense of stealth and dropped into a full-on run, pulling the door open. Stepping in, she flipped the light switch—pleased that the lights did come one—and saw they had made it. Everything was still there as they had left it.
“Fuck yes!” Britanny cheered as she caught up with the Shaguar; the spotted feline pumping her arm in victory. It looked like they were going to see a payday despite the invasion after all!
Rushing inside, Sheila nodded her head firmly in agreement with her tallest friend. Looking over her shoulder, the Shaguar called out, “Come on, Brit! Lift those crates into the RV! Move it, move it, MOVE IT!” she commanded as the Ice/Fighting-type herself rushed over the crate she’d opened earlier. Lifting the beautiful BFG back into it, she looked over to Ranma just as the striped Cat-type was closing and locking the door behind her. “Hey, Ranma! Open the trailer door and help me with this!”
“R-right!” the Tigress yelped as she ran towards the vehicle, arm extended and reaching for the back handle of the RV’s trailer. Pressing down on the lever, Ranma let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as it opened up for her. Nodding her head, she turned about and grasped the other end of the crate Sheila was standing at, the two of them working together to lift it up.
Carrying the R-marked wooden container to the back of the Class-A Mother-Trucker RV, the Shaguar called out to the Normal/Steel-type pokégirl looking over the crates marked ‘Au’. “Come on, Tits! Hustle!!” she roared in a commanding toe.
“I’m hustling, Sheila! I’m hustling! But there’s so much!” she whined, unable to make up her mind. She had no time to open this stuff so had no clue what she’d be grabbing even if she did take something. “You sure we can’t open anything else?”
“No!” Sheila called out as she and Ranma pushed the first crate in; the Shaguar placing its cover back so they could put more inside. “We either take the time and lose out on stuff, or we pack this sucker to the brim with whatever and check things out in relative safety. Either way, what we can’t take gets left to the Cutiepie!”
“...Well, when you put it like that...” the Cheetit huffed as she grabbed the nearest crate marked ‘Au’. She huffed as it was a VERY heavy one, giving her the idea that she made a good choice. She may not have been the smartest of pokégirls, but thanks to her sister she knew the letters A and U together were the periodic table’s symbol for gold. This crate at least would pay off later! Maybe even pay off some debt...
Time continued to march forward, the three feline pokégirls running back and forth as they loaded crates into the RV’s trailer, the trio fighting the clock as after the first ten minutes, they could once more hear the sounds of battle not too far off. Whatever was happening, the war was moving their way again. From what Sheila knew, she was showing preference to the ones marked with ‘R’ while Britanny continued to carry ‘Au’ over and over again...
Ranma managed to convince Sheila to load one marked, ‘Hostess’.
Still, even as they continued laboring to rob the BuzzBreasts blind before the Cutiepie likely claimed the rest, Ranma began to realize something. With her adrenaline easing up on her a bit as they got closer to successfully stuffing the RV, it was then a simple truth hit her like a ton of bricks. “Uh... Sheila?”
Huffing as she forcefully pushed ‘R’-crate number seven into the back of the RV, the Shaguar queried, “What?”
“I think we may have hit a snag...” the pigtailed Tigress admitted. “Even if we stuff the RV, there’s no way we can get all of this out of here.”
Pausing in her loading to the trailer, the petite feline pokégirl told her, “I thought of that! There obviously has to be a hidden entrance to the outside in here. How else could they have gotten Crazy Sexum’s RV here in the first place? We just open that door and vroom-vroom! We drive out of here and back to Crazy Sexum’s, leaving everything behind like it was some kind of bad dream! End of discussion; get back to packing before we’re out of time!”
“But, Sheila!” Ranma cried out, ignoring as another explosion sounded off; much closer this time as they once again felt the after-shock vibrations from the impact. “You don’t understand! We can’t just take all this stuff!”
Sighing in annoyance, Sheila stared down the Tigress. Thousands Gods, she hoped the striped cutie wasn’t having an attack of conscience. It wasn’t like the BuzzBreasts were going to get to keep any of this anyway with all the Cutiepie and their Evolutions attacking. “Give me one good reason why not!”
Pointing behind Sheila to the RV, the former human martial artist demanded to know, “Does anyone even know how to DRIVE that thing!?”
That gave the other two feline pokégirls pause. Sheila looked over the Cheetit and asked, “Britanny?”
Slowly, the spotted blonde replied. “Uh... no. You?” she questioned right back
“... Well... fuck!” the Shaguar cursed as she realized that her great plan to retreat with all kinds of Pre-Great Disaster goodies was now dying a screaming, burning death. Growling irritably, she looked between the two and shouted, “Okay, ladies! New plan! We each grab something valuable we can use or pawn for some serious credits before we run away like Chickenlittles with our heads cut off! All in favor?”
“Aye!” went Ranma and Britanny
“Opposed?”
This time when an explosion went off, it was right upon them. All three pokégirls screamed as the far wall blew inward, stone and steel doming down; allowing sunlight and smoke to come blaring into the room. Soon, two pokégirls walked in through the newly made entrance. Pokégirls of gold and black but were NOT of the BuzzBreast variety. While heavily armored, the Cat-types could fell they were Bug-types. After all, not many girls would have a pair of foot-long antennae which sprouted from about three inches above their eye-masks. Also sprouting from their backs were a pair of large, golden butterfly-like wings that shone brightly, reflecting the colors of the sun and patterns of smoke. Both of them were holding silver rifles, each with a connected intermediate cartridge chamber; light shining forth from the base of the ammunition battery.
“FREEZE!” shouted the heavily-armored—and heavy-set—Bug/Flying-type pokégirl roared out. “YOU ARE NOW PRISONERS OF THE CUTIEPIE COALITION!”
“HANDS IN THE AIR WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!” the lankier butterfly-girl shouted as she raised her own Plasma Rifle.
All three immediately raised their hands, not wanting to find out what it was like to be on the business end of one of those weapons. They’d seen what the Cutiepie did with the REGULAR Elemental Firearms and these appeared to be far deadlier—and a bit more ‘sciencey’, for lack of better term.
As the smoke cleared, the thinner of the two Butterfly pokégirls looked over to her partner. “Hey, Twenty-One?”
“What is it, Twenty-Four?” the Bug-type replied, her weapon still aimed on the trio of pokégirls.
“These don’t look like no BuzzBreasts...”
“Well, obviously!” the gold and black armored pokégirl labeled #21 sighed. “But you know what the boss told us to do! Rob the Queen’s storage and take prisoners if able to.”
Nodding her head, the insectile pokégirl listed as #24 replied, “True, true. But I think she meant to take BuzzBreasts as prisoners. Not random pokégirls.”
Shrugging her shoulders, the lead winged Bug-type replied, “Well tell me. Do YOU want to be the one that has to lift those heavy crates into the Vehicle?”
“...Do you even know HOW to drive one?” Number Twenty-Four questioned right back.
Smirking, Number Twenty-One answered, “I’ve played ‘Mack-Truck Simulator 300’ dozens upon dozens of times! I’ve got the top score! How difficult could the real thing be?”
“Uh... excuse me...” Britanny chirruped. Looking down at Plasma Rifle as the heftier Bug-type immediately turned it on her, she quickly replied, “Not to bother you or anything but just WHO are you!?”
“Oh? Us?” The Butterfly pokégirl smiled. “We’re part of our glorious leader’s special unit of the Cutiepie Coalition, being Buttitsfrees and all...” she sucked in her gut to make herself look more impressive before proudly proclaiming, “We are Cutiepie Liberation Invasion Tacticians!
Ranma twitched as she thought about that for a moment. “...You’re CLIT?”
Nodding her head, the overweight Buttitsfree replied, “Of course!”
“...Wo~oooowww...” the Cheetit whispered in awe. “No wonder the BuzzBreasts couldn’t find you until you were right on top of them!”
Turning her head to her friend, Sheila stared at the Normal/Steel-type pokégirl “...Tits...”
“Yeah, Sheila?” Britanny replied, eyes still on the Plasma Rifle to make sure she didn’t get shot.
“There’s something I need to tell you...” she said in all seriousness. “This may be the last chance I get so please, listen...”
That caught the Cheetit’s attention. Turning her gaze towards her long-time friend, the spotted pokégirl replied, “Yeah?”
Once she was sure she had her friend’s attention, Sheila began to speak reverently. “When I hired you to get me those evolution stones... this is why I specifically told you that there were to be absolutely, positively...” she took a deep breath before screaming, “NO DETOURS!!”
Twitching as she realized the Shaguar was STILL hung up on that, Britanny could only irritably grumble, “Oh gee, thanks... anything else you wanna bitch about?”
Pausing for a moment to consider that, the Shaguar slowly nodded her head. “...Since we’re likely going to die, yeah. You’re a lousy lay.”
“HEY!” the spotted feline cried out indignantly.
The Bug-type girls around them took that moment to prod Britanny in the side with the butt of one of their guns. “Hey, stop delaying! We’re taking you AND all of this,” she gestured to the vehicle with her right. “Back to our glorious leader.” The Buttitsfrees looked around and then back to the girls with a bit of a smirk, “Now make sure that you load up this RV to the very tippy-top!”
All three feline pokegirls had a feeling that, had the Bug-types had whips, they would have cracked them at that moment. Suddenly, with plasma guns pointed at their backs and rather amused looking slave-masters egging them on, they were being forced to pick up crate after crate, stuffing what had been only moments prior their ingenious get-away plan to the brim so that it could cart them off to some unknown fate.
“Well, at least they haven’t killed us yet?” The Cheetit tried to chirrup, only to chuckle nervously at the withering glare the Shaguar was giving her.
“Try not to say things like that,” Sheila spoke in a flat, acid-filled voice as she toted a particularly heavy crate. “You’ll just jinx us.”
Ranma could only snort at the both of them, especially the way that the Cheetit basically wilted like a thirsty flower and just resumed carrying the cargo.
Meanwhile, the Buttitsfrees were in the corner, chuckling, laughing and taking bets about how much their leader and her lady-friend were going to appreciate the cargo that they were bringing back: spoils of war.
“I mean, the girls are even pretty special, aren’t they? Look at them, they aren’t regular Bug-types at all...” a silly grin came to Number Twenty-One’s face. “Why, I think the striped one is lactating!”
“Glorious milk for our glorious leader!” Number Twenty-Four chimed.
Groaning as she caught what had been said, the martial artist-turned feline pokégirl could only groan, “Somebody shoot me.”
At the sounds of rifles being chalked, she was quick to add, “An expression! JUST AN EXPRESSION!”
What felt like a days later—but all three girls were sure it was less than a few hours—the three feline pokégirls were huddled in the back of the RV’s trailer, trying not to be jostled around too much as number whatever-her-face-was drove like a wild maniac back to Monarch’s Headquarters. Sadly, it was likely better driving than any of them were likely capable of.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I blame you for this?” Sheila asked, her voice only holding the mildest of irritation, as though even summing up the energy to be angry at the Cheetit wasn’t worth it anymore. Britanny simply shook her head, the spotted feline-pokegirl refusing to deign her companion with a response.
“Well, have I?” It seemed that the Shaguar simply wasn’t going to let it go. Ranma was contemplating as to whether it would even be wise to attempt to intervene when the RV came to a sudden and unexpected halt. All three girls were thrown back against the crates that they had been strictly informed not to touch with loud squeals, so that Ranma’s face actually ended up in Britanny’s chest—at least it was a soft landing.
Only a few moments later, the doors of the RV’s trailer were wrenched open, and the Buttitsfrees who had taken them captive looked at the completely accidental display with disapproval deep in their gazes. “Hey! No fraternizing! No touching one another. From this moment on, you belong completely to our glorious leader, The Monarch!” One could practically hear the capitalized ‘T’ in the title. “She is the only one who gets to decide who and what touches you. Who knows,” Number Twenty-One gave them a gleeful little grin. “Maybe she will trade you away for even more goodies. Now,” pointing her plasma rifle at the three pokégirls, she looked at the crates behind them. “Each one of you! Grab one of those so we can give our glorious leader a taste of the supplies that we found!” When the girls, still in a pile in the back of the RV didn’t respond right away, the Bug-type pokégirl added with a thrust of her gun, “Now!”
Ranma threw up arms and gave a small little scowl, “Okay, okay. Look, see?” She bent down to pick up the lightest box that she could—at the cocking of the rifle and the dirty look that their insectile captors gave her, along with pointed looks at the much heavier crates, she groaned and picked one of those up. With a grunt and some exertion, the Tigress stared at the spotted pokégirl. “You know what? I think I blame you, too, Britanny.”
The Cheetit gave a small little yelp of indignation and bent to pick up her own crate, letting out a low cry of, ‘Holy Tits!’ at how heavy the crate was. That only seemed to amuse their Bug-type captors, and soon they were being led from the RV and towards what could only be the lair of the great and glorious Monarch.
Each feline pokégirl forced to hoist a heavy crate all by themselves, the trip each had to step off from the trailer one after another. Once freed from the confines of the metal mobile home adaption, the trio were left in a state of awe at what lay before them.
They were greeted to the sight of a large castle that appeared to be made entirely of purple crystalline plates. Upon being made to march inside, they found the entire palace was centered around the hexagonal shape with a butterfly in the center. This entrance room had a beautiful butterfly-themed fountain crystal found, as chandelier of small crystals hung in the center of roof. Further back, two curving staircases along the sides of the building which join together on a platform above and across from the entrance. Marching up the right staircase with their crates in hand, the group headed up yet another spiral staircase which branched off from the platform. Getting to the top, they stood before a series of double-doors marked with that same butterfly logo that was central to the palace’s ground floor.
Slowly, the doors opened, revealing that they were the entrance to the throne room. There were loads of purple, butterfly scale-patterns along crystal walls of the large room; said walls themselves lined with a series of modern computer consoles, numerous Cutiepie working their little butts off as they typed away at them. In the center though, was a central podium, made of the same purple crystal as the walls with a set of stairs built into it. At the top of this foundation was a pair of thrones, made of the same violet-colored crystal as the podium itself. The backrests of the furniture set were carved to be like a pair of butterfly wings and topped with a frown-like fixture. On the left sat what looked like a voluptuous, mature NurseJoy in a cat-suit-styled one piece, black with gold trim with matching thigh-high boots and elbow length gloves. A crown adorned her head but what really stood out was how she wore her cat-suit unzipped down to her gold belt; allowing for an unobstructed view of her impressive cleavage.
On the right throne however, sat a much taller, thinner, and considerably less bustier pokégirl. She was definitely a Buttitsfree to be certain, but the armor she wore was more regal. Instead of full metal-plating she wore a smooth black body suit with only a metal cuirass chest-plate for armor along with matching boots and wrist-guards. On her head sat a much more elaborate crown. It needed to be more extravagant as those were some LARGE bright red antennae it had to compete with.
“All rise before The Monarch!” the pudgy Buttitsfree Number Twenty-One chimed out; immediately, all the Cutiepie pushed back from their stations and saluted their glorious leader.
Raising her right hand to her chin, the surprisingly tall Monarch Butterfly-like Buttitsfree tilted her head. Her blue compound eyes darting over to the pudgy subordinate, she queried, “And what is this?”
“Spoils of war, your majesty!” both Numbers Twenty-One and Twenty-Four chimed as they politely bowed their heads to their superior. “We were successful in our raid on the Hive of those Heathenistic BuzzBreasts!”
That made The Monarch blink her eyes once, twice, thrice. “Really?” REALLY!?” a grin split across her face. “Well, hot damn! That IS some news!” she clapped her hands together, rubbing them with barely contained glee... before pausing as she realized, “Oh, wait. Shit!” she cursed. “I’m supposed to be assertive and aggressive when I claim dominion over new subjects...” she coughed into her hand, to start over. Once she was sure she had their attention, The Monarch glared over the three, sneering. “You!” she shouted, motioning over the trio of Cat-types. “Working for our infernal enemies, the BuzzBreasts! I bet you all think you’re hot shit in a champagne glass! Well, you’re nothing but cold diarrhea in a Dixie cup!” She gazed over the three before settling on the buxom Tigress. “You! What’s your name?”
That made the Tigress blink her eyes. “Me?”
“No, your mama. YES YOU!” The Monarch snapped.
Taken aback by the outburst, the martial artist tried to answer, “Ranma Sao—”
“Wrong! Your name is Bitch! And I own you!” She smirked as the striped feline yelped, the two butterfly girls who had captured her dragging her over, making her sit on their regent’s lap. “You’re now property! And when I’m tired of having sex with every hole Goddess No Doka drilled in your slender, buxom frame...” she looked around the room once more. “You! Cheetit! You got a cigarette?”
“Uh... yeah, actually...” she replied as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a packet of smokes.
Raising an eyebrow, Sheila queried, “You smoke?”
“A bit. Mostly after sex to prolong the afterglow. The BuzzBreatss were kind enough to give me a pack after the Honey Orgy...” Britanny admitted as she held the small red and white box out. One of the Buttitsfrees took it and handed it to The Monarch before said Boss Buttitsfree pushed the Tigress off her lap, causing her to tumble down the stairs before crashing onto the floor at the Cheetit’s feet.
“There! I just sold you for some cigarettes... and I don’t smoke! How does that make you feel, Ranma Sao... wait! ‘Sao’ as in Saotome?” She paused, seriously looking over the striped feline pokégirl. Catching sight of the pigtail, it only took a moment more before she realized just who she’d been talking to. “Holy shit! You’re Ranma-Fucking-Saotome!” a crazed look came to her eyes. “Spotted One, I gotta buy my bitch back!” she leaned forward on her throne, offering her the packet of smokes. “Here’s your cigarettes!”
Pulling the Tigress up to her feet and hugging the striped cutie tightly to her, Britanny snapped, “Fuck you, gimme credits!”
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