[Fester]

Fester grinned at Piaz as she lay half on top of him…as naked as the day she was born.
At some point their clothes had fallen off again, but Fester couldn’t remember when as her little tongue made a lazy circle around his nipple.
He grinned at her and she stared at him from half hooded eyes, impish smile firmly in place as he wondered what she was thinking. In fact…
“What are you thinking Pi?”
Piaz stopped for a minute and considered before shrugging her shoulders. “Well…there isn’t anything going on today, and I don’t think we have anywhere to go, so I was wondering if we could do something together?”
Fester nodded as he considered but gasped quietly, lips slightly parted before he grinned at Piaz as her teeth nipped his nipple and she giggled. “You are correct. We do not have any specific plans for the day. In fact you have come along so well in your studies that I think a day off is called for.” With a grin Fester grabbed her by the shoulders, causing her to let out a quiet eep of surprise, and pulled her up until she was straddling his waist.
Piaz blinked at him in confusion until she felt the tip of his erection touching against her lower back. “What would you like to do today?”
Piaz opened her mouth to respond, but Fester’s questing fingers found her already hardened nipples and tweaked them, now causing her to gasp and shudder in surprise.
After a second and her eyes opened again she smacked him on his chest with her open hand and pouted at him. “No fair Festy…I was going to tease you!”
Fester quirked an eyebrow at her as she poked out her bottom lip, but he grasped her by her hips, picking her up slightly, then settled her back down, but this time her little cunny was directly over the length of his shaft.
Piaz’s eyes opened wide and she sighed deeply before her eyes refocused on him.
Fester wore a left side smirk as his fingertips danced lightly over Piaz’s hips, making her shiver in delight.
With a glint in her eyes, Piaz slid forward along his length, causing his mouth to open and he breathed out in pleasure and she smiled widely as she discovered what she could do.
Sliding back again Piaz shuddered as she felt the underside of his cock trail against her clit, and she moaned all the way down until she felt his scrotum make contact with her opening.
Fester wanted to say something and indeed opened his mouth to, until she slid upward again and his words caught in his throat and instead he moaned as his manhood twitched underneath her.
Piaz grinned in triumph, but then moaned herself as her clit began to torment her as she slid down him again, and she could begin to feel her juices (something she was still fairly new to) leak out and moisten Fester’s protuberance.
Fester groaned and sighed almost at the same time as Piaz now, thoroughly enjoying her sweet ministrations until his he could begin to feel her nectar coat him almost completely.
Piaz had pressed herself down harder this time, and as she reached the tip of his shaft she shuddered and cried out as her little nails dug into his chest, as her orgasm ripped through her.
Fester, feeling her excitement and thinking this was an opportune time, pulled her farther forward until his cock jumped loose, and the head was poised at her entrance.
Piaz looked at him, only half comprehending what was happening, but what she noticed most was she wasn’t afraid.
Her uncle’s face did not appear, and even though Fester had her in the perfect position to take her, he only watched her as he put his hands to his sides.
If he wanted to, all he had to do was push her hips backwards, and he would be inside her…but he didn’t.
Piaz’s heart almost burst with the emotions she felt as she stared down at him, and her eyes got moist. “Festy…”
Fester grinned before he leaned up and touched her lips with his. As he pulled back he shook his head. “You need this right now…to take back what was taken from you. If I did it, then I would be taking it from you, one power only replacing another.”
Piaz thought about that but didn’t really understand what he meant. Fester only cackled before smirking at her again.
“When you are ready, you do it. You are giving yourself to me…so then you should be the one to accept me.”
Piaz blinked as she nodded, then with a deep breath she pushed back a little and her petals spread and held onto him, causing them both to gasp, and her center release more of her nectar, bathing him if you will in the stuff that some men dream of.
Piaz looked at his face again, but now…all she saw was him. The man she had fallen in love with.
With a determined nod of her head, Piaz pushed her hips back, and felt herself slowly stretch on the inside to accommodate his girth better. Her walls slowly spreading to accept him as the head steadily sank into her…and there was a knock at the door.
Fester and Piaz both looked at it and at the same time shouted, “GO AWAY!!”
But Fester recognized the voice of Walt on the other side. “Sir I don’t mean to disturb you, but Miss Goblin says you and your ward should come to the garden…it seems important.”
Fester rolled his eyes and looked at Piaz who shook her head emphatically in the negative…but gave in to necessity rather then want. “We’ll be down in a minute!”
Piaz pouted then bonked her head on his chest, causing him to laugh. “You’re a MEANY!” She shouted at him, but Fester only cupped her bottom in his hands and gave it a squeeze. “There is always time for that later...and if not we will make time, I promise.”
Piaz bonked her head on his chest again before looking at him with pleading in her eyes. “But Festy…Miss Kitty really likes you!”
Fester raised an eyebrow…as it seemed Piaz had a plethora of names for her nether region…but he lightly smacked her bottom, gesturing with his head to the chair that held their clothes. “Is Miss Kitty going on a trip?”
Piaz frowned then shook her head no.
“Then we can resume this again later.”
Piaz, out of spite, bonked her head on his chest one more time before she shuddered and pulled herself off of him with a loud pop.
She whined then sighed while fester uncrossed his eyes before she rolled off, grumbling to herself about masters having too much patience.

O

Iamme looked at the tiny opening and cocked his head much like a dog would If it heard the answering machine going off.
The conundrum was, this hole was the size of a number 2 pencil in diameter…and this quirky bitch…(and he quickly amended that)…silly woman wanted him to turn into a mist, and go through that hole to the other side, in 2 seconds.
Now normally he would say or think what he wanted…but she had already shown she could read his mind…the numerous headaches that 2nd day proved that. So now the more polite Iamme stood trying to puzzle out he could solve this puzzle.
Now…if this hole was in something say the composition of sheet metal…hey no problem, he could blow through it and have enough time to chug a beer. But the Queen of skulls had conjured something that looked like a safe door, and his confidence was a little lacking.
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asked with a frown.
The Queen of skulls blinked at him, then smacked him on the back of his head. “What have I been explaining to you these past few days?”
Iamme rubbed the back of his head and growled. “I know…I know…”intension”. But I’m not exactly sure how that works…and stop smacking me on my head!”
The queen of skulls frowned at him then gestured and he was suddenly sitting where he was standing a second ago.
The queen looked at him and shook her head. “If you could focus the power of dick into your mind then this would be much easier…but if I must spoon feed you then I shall.”
Squatting down in front of him she held up her index finger and a pinpoint of light appeared and hovered over the tip. “Intension is the focus of your power, your want or need to do or accomplish something. Without it, then you are just a sack of meat waiting to decompose.”
Iamme nodded, he remembered this part.
The light changed shape and became a diamond that floated still above her fingertip. “But you have no specific focus…and that is the most important part of intension. Reason. And once you have reason, intension follows, and then you have resolution. You have scattered focus right now…and your mind has always been that way, but now it is more important then ever that you find your focus, and keep it!”
Iamme frowned deeply as he watched the diamond change and become a bust of his head. “Your power only fails you because you do not know what is important to you. You have been a loner most of your life after I changed you…because of that you do not know how to be part of something or anyone. That is why you always drive people away from you with your crudeness, or your inability feel from their point of view.”
The bust slowly changed and now it looked like Darth Baw, then Copy of, then Fester, and finally Piaz. “The Queen of skulls shook her head again as the image of Piaz changed to look like a planet, but then it was like a flame burst from one point, and surrounded the globe, and Memo’s face contorted in horror. “No…” He whispered as the mote of light turned into an hourglass that was only a quarter full at the top. “Yes…it will happen unless you focus…time is running out.”
Memo clenched his eyes close and his hands became fists. Veins stood out on his neck and forehead as he thought of never seeing his friends again. Never to share a simple joke with them, or comfort them when they needed it. As these thoughts circled in his head the Queen of Skulls smiled and nodded as Memo’s eyes flashed open, a dim purple light seemingly burning behind his pupils before he became a mist, and flew at an unbelievable speed at and through the safe door, to reform on the other side. Iamme had a smile on his face and dropped to his knees, suddenl;y very tired before he muttered. "That's a hell of a thing." And collapsed to the ground unconscious. The queen stepped up to his prone form and smiled. “Much better my fool…much better.”

O

Copy of frowned as he read the data flashing across his terminal. With a shake of his head he stood up and stretched. “This doesn’t make sense.”
The gray on the terminal next to his desk frowned. “Well that’s the scoop chief?”
Copy of Frowned as he glanced across the room at Primary and secondary towel. The results of the tests were conclusive in this aspect at least…they were alive.
He wasn’t sure how it was possible, he had never encountered anything like it before…but they definitely were alive.
Not wanting to panic his subordinate he looked at the data screen again before turning to his subordinate. “The power that we read from the sight of destruction…the High cannot identify it, but they have been able to determine that it DIDN’T come from Fester. At the point of my disintegration, re-integration Fester’s power dropped to a bare ebb. Although, the High say he wasn’t at his full potential…still it looks like the preserving power came from Photh, or from Fester’s ward.”
The gray on copy of’s screen bobbed his head before he snapped both his fingers and clapped his hands. “So you think she has the touch?”
Copy of blinked then frowned. “The touch we love so much…dunno…but it is a possibility. I’m getting a feeling I need to rap to photh first before we go jumping to conclusions…you know what they say.”
The gray blinked and looked at copy of. “What’s that? They say a lot of things.”
Copy of smirked. “Never assume…cause if you assume you make an ass out of you.”
The gray frowned. “Isn’t that supposed to be you and me?”
Copy of shook his head as he reached for the off switch of the monitor. “Nope just you…I’m not gonna let you turn me into an ass.” And he switched it off before the gray could respond.

O

Dark Trooper growled as he balled the report up and slammed it on his desk. “How? Tell me how an experienced scout team did not radio their last position in, and now are missing? Are their transponders working?”
The lieutenant did NOT want to bring this news to his commander, but knew full well he had no choice. “They radioed in before they entered a valley over near this river.” he said as he pointed to a chart that popped up on the wall. “There was to be another contact if they found anything or not…but we got no signal. When they didn’t report in we initiated standard protocols…but we have no contact with them. It is possible that there is a ferrous material we have not discovered yet that is blocking transmissions in that valley, but we have to send a squad down to be sure.”
Dark Trooper took a deep breath then shook his head. “No…no more troops in that valley for the time being…I want two kill bot squads in place with sentry guns armed with rupture rounds. Nothing goes in or out without clearance, protocol level 3.”
The lieutenant blinked and turned pale at his commanders words. “Sir? Rupture rounds? Level 3 protocol?”
Dark trooper nodded grimly.
The infamous “rupture” round, in all good conscious was outlawed in most civilized species because of what it did. Only a handful, including the imperial and the space marines still kept them in the arsenal.
These rounds were designed in 3 layers, each more devastating then the last. The first layer would punch through almost any armor except anything that was made of heavy duraplate such as terminator or dreadnought armor. The second layer wouldn’t penetrate flesh, but slam into it, releasing all of it’s energy onto the area struck, causing massive tissue damage which could cause a person to suffer from death by shock or physical trauma by itself…but the Iodidium core was what gave it it’s name. On a moon on the outskirts of Pluto a new ore was discovered and they named it Iodidium for it’s properties that made it seem similar to combined compounds found on terra and other planets in the solar system. The problem is any liquid that this material comes into contact with sets it off with the explosive force of a block of C4.
These rounds it was discovered were very effective against any alien species that had a hard carapace shell surrounding their bodies.
The lieutenant shook his head. “Sir you are the commander and I will follow your orders explicitly…but protocol 3…shoot on sight non human life forms?”
Dark trooper looked at the man then turned his monitor around to face the lieutenant. On the screen flashed 3 alien races, the ones nicknamed the triad. The lieutenant had never faced any of these races himself, but he had heard plenty of horror stories from the veterans and one of the dreadnought warriors in the hangar. In the bottom right corner a number flashed and it made him go paler then he was earlier. The number flashed 98% probable.
“As you can see lieutenant, we have a serious problem, and if we don’t stop it now, in 2 months, all living things on this planet will be extinct.”

[DkTrper]

*From the personal Files of the Supreme Theater Commander of the Inter-galactic Terran Neo-Empire.*

Once the Lieutenant was gone with his orders, I opened a line with Excalibur.

"Bridge, Excalibur. Duty officer speaking." the figure responded.

"Lt. EVA from Cmdr. Darktrooper. Priority level 001. command override. execute epsilon protocol, triad version. confirm." I said.

"Orders confirmed. transmitting orders now..... Lt. EVA confirms orders." the duty officer replied.

"Darktrooper, out." With that said, I closed the link, and waited.


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*excerpt from the imperial archives. KEYWORDS= "Epsilon", "Triad", "protocol".*

The epsilon protocol was established 10,000 years ago, during the discovery of the fifth galaxy, dubbed Epsilon. the time was the first contact with the zergs. by that time, the old Empire was fighting the Tyranids, and it was a difficult battle. It was rumored that the tyranids and the Zergs were originated on a different galaxy than Alpha, the home of the Neo-Empire. Beta is home of the United Federation of Planets, their version of galactic government, that their own non-human menace, the Borg Collective. upon first contact with Beta's terrans, the Neo-Empire provided assistance in controlling that outbreak. Then came Epsilon. When the 1st Fleet arrived to the outskirts of that particular galaxy, the fleet was welcomed with a fleeing convoy. Analysis of the convoy showed that it was populated with multiple races, including the galaxy's version of Terrans. That particular convoy was heavily damaged, and it was pursued by a group of unknown ships. the 1st Fleet provided cover fire to the fleeing convoy and the convoy was allowed docking to the Dark Star, 1st Fleet Flagship during the time. A heavily modified Executor Class SSD, The Dark Star was the test bed of the Inter-Galactic transdrive. after briefing of the survivors, the 1st Fleet advanced in a urgent rescue mission to a Terran colony that was close by. upon arrival, the 1st Fleet discovered a planet almost decimated by an unknown species. the last surviving terrans banded with the imperial forces and initiated a counter attack on space and ground. the battle was won by the 1st Fleet, but at the cost of 12 ships including the Flagship Dark Star. The Dark Star rammed the hive-ship and self-destructed inside of it. the explosion decimated the remaining Alien craft, later to be known as the Zerg, and with the loss of their central command, the last of their ground forces went berserk. the remaining zerg started attacking each other and, in the end, dying in their own hands. the remnants of the 1st Fleet stood in that colony. they sent a single fast-courier back to Alpha and Imperial hands with the logs of the battle. the rest of the fleet resumed their original mission on epsilon, finding a forerunner structure and convert it in a Halo-class Inter Galactic Warp Gate. Five years later, the 2nd Fleet arrived at Epsilon to find the remains of 1st Fleet and the Halo Gate in 80% completion. from the logs of the remaining hulls, it was found that there were no survivors. the fleet was decimated by a Zerg Hive Fleet that found them. the 1st Fleet defended the gate at all cost. They were successful in the defense but the remaining ships were in critical condition and the loss of personnel was beyond critical. the remaining ships were scrapped to accelerate the gate conversion. the remaining personnel died 2 years ago, but the conversion was left in the hands of automated personnel.

Until that day, alien species hostile to imperial forces were treated with few courtesies. after the Epsilon incident, the Neo-Empire and their allies wanted retribution. The biggest imperial crusade was erected on Epsilon. to this day, the Epsilon crusade is still being waged, with 65% of that galaxy in imperial hands and our allies. Now, the epsilon protocol is invoked when one of the 3 deadliest alien species is detected in vicinity of imperial assets. the protocol dictates that any and all imperial assets to be mobilized in the eradication of the target outbreak before it spreads.

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Darktrooper War Journal
Entry date: 10-06-2009 Local Time

Epsilon.

The epsilon incident and it's repercussions weighted heavily on the history logs of the old Empire. When I inherited the Neo-Empire, we continued on the Epsilon crusade. It is now being waged by on of my finest war commanders that i have been blessed to command. and one of my few friends.

I hate to invoke the Epsilon Protocol, but the situation has changed. The 422nd ISDTF encountered what it looked like Triad Scouts. the destroyed them but now we can safely assume that the triad knows that we are here. The 422nd arived safely here and proceeded to argument the space garrison. I feel a little better knowing that 35 ISD and 98 Support Ships are supplementing the 1st Fleet. still, i don't want to cause a panic in the colony, so I'm keeping them in the outer defenses.

the preparations of a quarantine of the valley where the scout team was lost are going good. automated weapon emplacements and KillBot units are in the area. artillery support is being assembled here at the garrison.

the need for secrecy is gone now. i need to inform the local government of this crisis and ask them for cooperation. for now, i plan to keep this information out of the general public, but i won't be surprised if it is already leaked to the media.

also, i need to visit Fester again. He needs to know of this. it looks like this is going to be a big one and i am going all the allies i can get.

End of file.

[Vixen]

Few little side note before i start. I'm not a writer so anything i contribute wont be oozing with poetic glory. I have both my wrists bound up and in pain atm so anything i will write will be short, i'm sorry, and this is a responce to something Fester added a few pages back that i missed so i'm jumping back in time a bit, sorry

Vixen slipped quietly into her newly assigned room. She closed the door and listened patiently, waiting for Fester to go into Piaz's room. When she heard the sounds of raised voices and leather slapping flesh she knew it was safe to get on with her work.

The strange fox hybred flung her clothes hapharzardly onto the bed and hurriedly rumaged through the garments.

"Gah, where did i put the bloody thing?"

After a few brief moments of rumaging she found it, hidden within the soft lining of her silk corset she produced a small communicator.
She delicatly squeezed the little button just underneath the speaker and held the small device a few inches from her glossy red lips.

"Are you there m'lady?" She asked the communicator.

There was a moments pause and with a startling clarity a voice rang out of the tiny speaker.

"Yes I'm here, Vixen, what did you find?" A well spoken womans voice with a light british accent queried.

"Nothing. The bugger caught me before i had a chance to get a good look. You really should have sent the new girl, she has more experience at this sorta thing"

The woman on the other end sighed. "True, but she doesn't have the will power to go up against a man as powerful and as kinked as Fester. You do, my dear, you're almost as kinked as he." She ended the sentance with a sly giggle.

Vixens alread rosey cheeks burned with sheer embarasment. Vixen knew the fetishes and kinks of the new girl. So to be told she was worse made her wonder weather this was something to be proud of, or arrested for.

"Besides" the well spoken voice continued, "I have sent the new one to deal with the Sith."

Vixen rolled her eyes with annoyance, "Of course you give her the easy one."

"Oh stop complaining, you know that you'll enjoy this. You've always enjoyed this sort of thing. Just don't forget to do your job while you are there. Or i will have to deal out a sever punishment when you return."
With that the voice on the other end faded and the communicator switched off.

Vixen threw her self on the bed, now truly annoyed. The sounds of extacy belowing from down the hall didn't help relieve her frustation.

With an irritated sigh the woman rolled over and reached into her leather bag. She pulled out a double ended dildo, a small bottle of lube, some niple clasps, and a silver bullet. She rolled onto her back again and started to carres her large, soft breast.
"I supose this will be and ample way to relieve my stress."

[Fester]

Piaz still pouting walked down the stairs at Fester’s side, every so often grumbling audibly.
Fester would glance at her and smirk and she would grumble louder before settling down again.
Fester wasn't being purposely meanbut some things were more important.
He could see she REALLY didn’t want to leave the bedroom…but Goblin was a special case he wouldn’t ignore…usually she had something good that he would like to have around or would want. He had a feeling this would be no exception.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Karen came bouncing over, a look of barely concealed glee on her face. She seemed very different now then she was earlier. Fester hoped she wouldn’t be a problem, but still decided to give her a chance. She stopped in front of Fester and nodded stiffly, coming to attention. “Sir, I was informed by Walt…”
Fester nodded. “Yes we were as well. Has everything been going well?”
Karen nodded and gave a slight smile, but Fester noticed her eyes kept straying to Piaz.
Piaz seemed to notice this too, and found herself moving more and more behind Fester in order to block the woman’s gaze from herself. She seemed friendly…but her look made Piaz feel like she was little more then an object…something to be used then discarded, and then she remembered where she had seen that look before. Her uncle often looked at her that same way.
Fester noticing both women’s reactions frowned before he reached over and maneuvered Piaz around him to his side, arm firmly around Piaz’s shoulders in a possessive but reassuring manner. “Karen, this is Piaz…the lady of the house. I expect you to obey and respect her as you do me.”
The woman looked from Piaz to Fester then back again before she nodded. “I understand sir…she is off limits.”
Fester nodded once solemnly and Piaz blinked at him before looking at the woman and blinking at her. Does Festy know? Did he feel it too? She thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted when Fester’s hand rubbed the top of her head and she looked at him with a smile. “Piaz…this is Karen, one of the marines from Dark Trooper’s command. She will be staying with us as part of the security of the house.”
Piaz nodded as she stuck out her hand to Karen, who’s demeanor had changed and no longer made her feel uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you.” She said in a quiet voice as Karen shook it. “A pleasure to meet you too ma’am.”
As Fester smiled his thoughts ran a different direction. It seems Karen has a liking for the pleasure of the flesh…perhaps leaning heavily towards female flesh the way she was looking at Pi earlier. He thought as he studied both. Piaz looked a lot more comfortable now then earlier after his intervention, and every now and then she would look at Fester and it seemed her eyes shone more, like she was thankful for his protection of her.
Fester smiled down at her but felt a little confused as Piaz’s eyes narrowed at him and he saw her impish smile.
If Fester had known what was running through her little mind he might have decided to tell Goblin to go fuck herself despite friendship and feelings.

O


Piaz was so overjoyed by Fester’s protection she was wondering how she could show him her appreciation. She grinned as her eyes narrowed at him and her thoughts coalesced in such way that it made her giddy. My Festy…I’m gonna ride you until your legs fall off, then I’m gonna suck you hard again, then you’re gonna ride me until MY legs fall off! Hehehe!

Fester started to worry about her evil little look just as Walt stepped in from the hallway leading to the kitchen. “Sir, ladies, Miss Goblin is waiting for us in the garden.”
Fester nodded as he lightly took Piaz’s arm and guided her around the staircase and followed Walt to the rear patio.
As they stepped out into the garden, Goblin’s backside swayed back and forth in front of them as she knelt in front of something making little baby noises. “Yes you are so cute…and you are too! I can’t wait until you are big enough to eat a cow…because then you’ll be all strong and big and I know Fester will just love you to death!”
Fester blinked as Goblin leaned forward and blew kisses at whatever she was talking to and he could get a good glimpse of her red panty covered backside, which still wiggled enticingly every so often. Low rise bikinis…he wondered if they knew what that style of panty did to him.
Walt sighed, Fester chuckled, Piaz leaned around Fester to get a better look, and Karen made a yummy sound before saying. “Gotta be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that!”
Goblin looked over her shoulder at them before she reached back and pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing even more of herself. “Don’t look if you’re not gonna touch.” The outline of her nether lips was so obvious Fester couldn’t help but smirk.
With a laugh he walked over and slapped Goblin’s backside on the right cheek causing her to squeal in delight, before she jumped up and barreled into Fester with a bear hug. “I’d know that hand anywhere!”
Fester chuckled as he hugged the petite woman back. “Hello Goblin…how is the curio shop?”
Goblin laughed before she leaned back and smiled at him, showing lots of crooked teeth despite the attempt at a pretty smile. “Oh it’s the same shit but a different day…” Goblin leaned closer and whispered. “I hear you have someone new in your life?”
Fester chuckled as he waved over a red faced Piaz, who had been standing there quietly fuming. “Piaz…come now, we have already talked about this. Must I put you over my knee in front of everyone?”
Piaz’s hands went instinctively to her backside as she shook her head. “No master…I’m sorry.”
She sounded so contrite and cute Fester couldn’t help but smirk. “None of that...Goblin is a very old and dear friend. Goblin this is Piaz…she is training to be my alpha…but in the meantime she is most definitely the lady of the house. Piaz, this is Goblin, a long time associate of mine. She is considered family to me, so I would like it if you both got along.”
Piaz looked Goblin over, and didn’t like what she saw.
Goblin had big breasts, a round firm backside, and she was petite…maybe an inch or two taller then Piaz.
She was sure that if she weren’t around, fester would have chosen her.
Goblin smirked and laughed. “Fester…I know what she is thinking.”
Fester nodded. “Piaz is very possessive, and still gets jealous rather easily. She is trying though.”
Piaz blushed as she looked from one to the other.
Goblin held an arm out to the girl, and despite Fester’s hand on Goblin’s ass, she came forward into the half embrace. “Fester isn’t mine sweetie, he never was. True we talk and touch each other in very familiar ways…” And Fester grinned as he mumbled “Or suck and fuck.” Which earned him a jab in the belly from Goblin. “But we agreed long ago that we are only very good friends.”
Piaz looked skeptical, but when Fester’s hand squeezed her bottom as well she gave a little jump and squeak in surprise before she buried her blushing face against his shoulder. Goblin giggled, (which sounded strange coming from her) before whispering in Piaz’s ear. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to that. Fester has a thing for what he considers round, cute backsides.”
Fester gave them both a hearty squeeze before nodding to the fresh patch of dirt and the almost silent squealing sounds. “I hear it, but I don’t know what it is.”
Goblin laughed as she pulled him and Piaz to the two little plants that squealed louder when they got closer.
Piaz showing that she was a girly girl squealed even louder then the little buds as she got on her knees in front o them. “They’re so CUTE!!!!”
Fester laughed as Goblin got down on her knees next to her grinning from ear to ear. “I know! Aren’t they the most precious things you ever saw??”
Fester shook his head at the two women before Walt stepped up next to him, holding a plate of ground beef. “Miss Goblin says that this is necessary for the bonding process?”
Goblin nodded without looking at either of them. ‘Yeah you have to feed them by hand for a while until they know you…once they do then they will always recognize you.”
Fester took the plate of ground beef from Walt and knelt next to Piaz who was now beginning to sound like Goblin. “Oh look how cute you are! I just want to eat you up!”
She turned and looked at Fester, huge grin on her face. “FESTY! Can I have one in my room?”
Fester blinked before shaking his head. “Oh…I don’t think so.” He said then chuckled when she made a face at him.
Goblin pat her arm in sympathy. “You couldn’t keep one in a planter or anything in your room…they need to be in the open so they can grow, otherwise they won’t live very long.”
Piaz frowned then nodded. “Ok…I wouldn’t want it to die.”
Goblin nodded with a smile before she reached up and took the plate of ground beef from Fester. “Ok…we have to feed them so they will recognize us from now on.”
Goblin took a small amount of the ground beef, no bigger then the tip of her pinky, and held it out to one of the little buds.
The fly trap head swiveled to her finger and immediately snapped at the raw meat and pulled it off of her finger and began to chew happily, while the other one cried louder. Goblin then repeated the process with the second plant and smiled as both plants seemed to cuddle and rub against her fingers.
Piaz was trying to pull the plate from Goblin because she was so eager to feed the plants too.
Goblin laughed and let her take some of the meat from the plate but the plant couldn’t get the portion she had because it was too big for it’s head. The little plant began to emit it’s odd cry again as Goblin spilt the portion Piaz had in two. “If the food is bigger then it’s head, then it can’t eat it. Until it develops its feeler tendrils, it has to rely on you knowing if it is too big or not.”
Piaz nodded as she held out her finger again and the plant immediately snapped up the morsel while its twin cried out in need.
Fester smiled as he watched Piaz fuss over the plants. “Let us all feed them first before you try and gorge them little one.”
Piaz blushed and apologized quietly before Fester rubbed her head. He smirked as Piaz tried to explain to him how to feed them the way Goblin had told her, and he nodded and did as she instructed.
He knew how to feed them from observing the two previous feedings, but he knew letting her explain to him would boost her confidence immensely.
Goblin stood up and Fester followed suit as Walt and Karen came forward and Piaz explained to them how to do it as well.
Goblin came over and hugged Fester and he looked down at her with a frown before he gave her a squeeze. “I think you should stay for dinner and the night Gobby…it’s been a longtime since we have had a ‘chat’.”
The way he said it…’chat’ made Piaz look up and over at him but she didn’t immediately worry, although she did get a bit jealous when she saw Goblin hugging him with her head down.
It’s almost like she’s submissive to him. She thought as Goblin pulled away a little from Fester so Piaz called her. “How much are we supposed to feed them?”
Goblin shrugged. “Until they are tired of eating…they will stop once they have as much as they can hold.
Fester walked over and sat in a lounge chair and soon Piaz and Goblin both joined him at the table. Piaz reached over and grabbed the iced tea pitcher like it was hers, but poured some for all three. “Remember, you have to feed them at least once a day. If you don’t they could wither and die. This particular species must eat everyday for the first week because it’s tendrils are not developed enough yet for them to move around on their own…after the first week you will see them moving to different spots in the garden. After the first week you can feed them once every three days. During this time they have to hunt on their own, or else they won’t develop their instincts, and they will depend on you to feed them everyday. Obviously that would not be good for them or for you if you want to use them as protectors of a sort.”
Fester nodded and Piaz did too as she sipped her tea.
She kept stealing glances at Goblin wondering what made the woman seem so confident as she laughed, joked, and flirted freely with BOTH of them like it was nothing.
Piaz wasn’t sure why…but something about Goblin relaxed her, as well as made her very nervous.

O

The dinner was scrumptious.
Fester said he would cook it, surprising Piaz, Vixen, (Who Piaz had worked up the nerve to say hi to) Walt and Karen. Goblin…seemed like she already knew.
Of course. Piaz thought contrarily.
But…she had to admit when Goblin told her that Fester was an awesome cook, she was a bit skeptical.
Until she was able to taste his dish…Lobster Florentine with a seafood gumbo on the side, heavy on the vegetables.
She thought she was in heaven as she ate and didn’t want to stop. And desert was fairly plain but just as good, banana cream pie with extra creamy whip topping!
(shut up you pervs, she gets that later)
Piaz was impressed to say the least…she had no idea Fester was more the just a chaos sorcerer. (She still didn’t know what that was.) and she promised she would look forward to him cooking again.
As she got out of the shower, she attended to the things she wanted for this special night. She did her hair in pig tails which were pinned back and draped over the back of her shoulders instead of down the sides. Then she took out what she thought was the sexiest pair of panties she owned. They were green and silky to the touch, but she knew he would like them because they were very tight on her and she knew Fester had a fetish for women in their panties. She finished off her ensemble with a green babydoll nighty that came down to mid buttock further showing off previously said panties.
She knew for sure that he wouldn’t be able to resist… the question is would she?
He was almost all the way inside of her today, and she was happy…she didn’t care because it was Festy…NOT her uncle Syrus. But what if it was a fluke?
What if this time she not only froze, but her poonani decided it changed its mind too? Piaz sprayed on some cucumber melon after shower spray then forced a smile on her face as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Well…it’s now or never.” She said as she turned off the bathroom light then walked down the darkened hall, “Fester bear” held tightly in her arms. As she reached for the handle, she heard voices on the other side. One was definitely Goblin’s so the other one had to be Fester’s.
Fighting down a surge of jealousy, she quietly opened the door, crept in, than closed it just as quietly.
Her face could have fallen off and ran away she was so surprised.
Goblin was in bed with Fester…her dress draped over one of the chairs, right next to it was Fester’s holocaust cloak.
Piaz was ready to sneak back to her room and cry her eyes out…but Fester’s eyes glittered green in the darkness and he looked right at her, creeping her out big time before his voice reached her. “Hello Pi…we were wondering when you would get here.” And he pat her side of the bed and waited expectantly.

O

Vixen waited until Piaz had walked into his room and closed the door before she crept out into the hall.
She was sure that they would either go to sleep fairly quickly, or boink until they fell asleep.
So she hoped. She came out of the room and crept to the stairwell but before she could start walking down, a voice stopped her.
“Out for a stroll?”
Vixen turned slowly and saw Karen leaning against the wall with a slight smirk on her face.
Karen was only wearing a tank top and biker shorts…it looked like she was working out or was just now finishing up.
“Um…I was going to get a beer from the fridge…dinner was good but I like a nice cold beer sometimes.”
Vixen crossed her fingers behind her back as Karen’s eye narrowed and she came closer. “Me too.” She said in a husky voice. “But a cold beer and some hair pie sounds like it would be better…interested?”
Vixen gulped as she stared in Karen’s eyes and she was pretty well screwed if she gave herself away already…she sighed inwardly. The things I do for my boss. She groused inwardly before she painted on a truly magnificent smile. “Of course…lead the way.”
Karen looked like she was in superb shape…Vixen had a feeling it would be a long night.

[Fester]

Piaz was ready at first to decline and go back to her room to spare herself and Fester of any embarrassment, but she was still held by his glittering eyes in the darkness and she found it almost impossible to move in either direction.
Out of nowhere she heard a smack and Fester’s eyes looked towards his side of the bed. “What was that for?” He asked in a low but indignant voice.
Goblin tsked at him before she climbed out of the bed and walked over to Piaz, causing her to blush in the darkness.
Goblin was only wearing her panties and her breasts had HUGE nipples on them almost an inch long she guessed with Large areola that covered the cap of her breasts completely and they looked very firm which is impressive for a D cup. “You poop head Fester! You frightened her. I could feel it all the way over there.”
Fester smirked as he rubbed lightly at the shoulder she hit. “Well you know I am insensitive at times.”
Goblin’s arms circled Piaz’s shoulders and she pulled her into a hug. “There there…the bad man won’t hurt you.”
Piaz felt strange as Goblin hugged her but it also felt comforting in a way and she relaxed in the hug still a bit embarrassed. Not even her mother had hugged her while dressed like this to her memory, and she really didn’t know Goblin at all.
Piaz pulled back a little and looked at the older woman. “I’m ok…I know Festy is grumpy by nature…”
Goblin laughed heartily then guided Piaz to the side of the bed that Fester had pat earlier. “Well at least you know the man you are dedicating yourself to.”
Fester sucked his teeth but said nothing as Piaz placed “fester bear” in the easy chair next to the night stand than climbed into the bed next to Fester.
Fester smiled at her and she hesitated before she finally leaned into him and took a shuddering breath. “Festy…did you and Goblin…”
Fester chuckled as Goblin cursed while she was climbing back into the bed. At Piaz’s questioning look Fester shook his head. “I bet Goblin that that would be the first thing you asked me if you saw us in bed together.”
Goblin cursed again before she looked at the two. “Alright fair is fair, just tell me when you want to collect.”
Piaz looked at Fester blankly and Fester ruffled her hair. “She bet me the right to tie me up and tease the crap out of me for half a day if I was wrong, and if I was right I get to make her bottom red…then take her anal virginity.”
Goblin cursed again and Fester cackled before he reached over and squeezed her leg. “Oh come on…it’s not like I haven’t spanked you before.”
Goblin glared at him in the darkness. “Yeah but no one has ever gone in through my out door! Pervert.”
Fester grinned and shook his head. “Guilty as charged.” But they both stopped and looked at Piaz as she sniffled. Fester felt concern, but was hoping her borderline tears wasn’t because of jealousy. “What’s wrong little one?”
Piaz looked at him, expression very hurt as she fought the urge to cry. “Festy…we haven’t done that yet either…”
Fester blinked before he pulled her closer. “Pi…it isn’t going to happen tonight…or maybe not anytime soon. With Goblin you make arrangements to collect a bet or repay a debt.” Piaz still didn’t look convinced so he upped the ante. “Look…I want you there when it happens anyway, as my alpha you will know about all liaisons and can approve or disapprove…but of course I will get the final say.”
Piaz rubbed her eye while she looked at him. “You want me there? To watch?”
Fester nodded and Goblin leaned over and rested her head on Fester’s shoulder as her hand touched Piaz’s. “It isn’t perverted…much…but it is how most masters operate. The good ones anyway who care about their girls feelings. Fester is a lot of things, but one thing he isn’t is mean.”
Piaz put those words in her mind and let them percolate before she blurted out another question. W..well what about tonight? You are both almost naked. A..are you going to do anything tonight?”
Fester shrugged as he watched his alpha curiously. “Actually…Goblin and I talked about it, and I had something else planned.”
Piaz looked confused until Fester leaned in and his lips touched hers, making her limbs feel weak. She moaned in surprise, than melted against him as her tongue sought his and they twisted and tangled with each other. Fester’s hand reached up and grasped her breast through her nighty and she moaned louder in the kiss as he began to squeeze and massage it. Piaz enjoyed the feeling of the passionate kisses until she finally climbed up hastily, straddling Fester’s lap and kissed him as deep as she could, squeezing his neck tightly.
She was giving in to her passion when she felt eyes on her and she broke in mid kiss and looked at Goblin who watched her and Fester kiss intently, a look of anticipation on her face. “A..are you going to sit there and watch?”
Fester grinned at goblin before he leaned forward and nibbled on Piaz’s neck.
Piaz sighed but tried to stay focused on Goblin but it was maddeningly hard to.
Goblin smiled kindly before she answered. “Well there is a reason I am here.”
Piaz started to lose her focus when she felt herself beginning to leak, but she still barked out a question huskily. “You get o..off watching?”
Goblin grinned but it was lost to Piaz. “Yeah something like that.”
But by this point Piaz was far gone as Fester’s lips latched onto a point on her neck where he could feel her pulse, and began to suck lightly in time with her pulse, as she began to feel the now welcome sensation of her building orgasm. “Festy…” she breathed out throatily…so lost in pleasure she was she didn’t even notice that her nighty’s straps had been pulled down and her breasts were uncovered.
Hell she moved her arms to help and she still didn’t notice or else she would have realized Fester suddenly had four hands since she could feel one pair massaging her buttocks with the other pair bared her breasts.
But such is the throws of passion.
Piaz opened her eyes wide though when she felt that second pair of hands cup her breasts and point them to Fester’s eager mouth.
She was about to protest when his lips pulled on the left nipple which caused her to gasp and grind down against him as she felt the pleasure began to peak.
Her mind was dancing, she felt light as a feather until he bit her right nipple which brought her crashing back to the earth, body quivering and shaking, gasping for air and in ecstasy all at the same time, back arched like a bow as she leaned back into Goblin, who’s hands were busy rubbing and squeezing her.
Piaz continued to grunt and groan until the shockwave passed through her…then she blinked at Fester and soon after looked up at Goblin, who grinned ear to ear. “What’s wrong sweety cutey?” Goblin asked lightly, causing Piaz to blush again. “D..does this mean you’re bisexual?”
Fester snorted which caused Piaz to glare at him and Goblin only nodded. “I prefer a hard cock in me, but I don’t mind a tongue or fingers.”
Piaz blushed hard but before she could say anything Goblin pulled her off of Fester’s lap and pointed to his cock. “Maybe you should give this little guy some attention next.”
Piaz nodded eagerly and lay down in front of Fester between his legs as her hand cupped his balls and began to massage them. Fester grunted in response and relaxed back into the pillows with a smile as Piaz brought her tongue closer and closer to him. Goblin grinned again as she watched Piaz start to tease fester, her tongue lightly flicking against the mushroom cap in random places.
After a few seconds Piaz engulfed him in her mouth making him gasp then sigh, until Goblin interrupted her. “Wait…you aren’t done teasing him yet.”
Piaz stopped and looked at Goblin who had gotten really close to her. And pointed at Festers meat stick again. “If you lick him right here, directly under the ridge, you will notice immediately.”
Piaz looked at the spot Goblin pointed at and nodded to herself right before she stuck her tongue out and licked tentatively under the ridge. Fester grunted and jumped slightly which made Piaz grin eagerly before she did it again and watched him in satisfaction.
It wasn’t long before Piaz blinked in confusion though as Goblin leaned over with a grin on her face…”Watch this.” She mumbled before her tongue snaked out and the very tip curved and seemed to dig under the ridge of his mushroom and in one swipe she rubbed more then half of the object and Fester shivered and groaned deeply…making Piaz curious, but at the same time jealous. I want to be ale to do that to him! She thought anxiously as she stuck out her tongue and tried to mimic how she did it. Goblin got close and showed her how, and Piaz leaned down and ran her tongue the same way Goblin did and squealed in delight as Fester reacted almost the same way he did to Goblin’s lick. Goblin grinned and gently pat Piaz on the head. “Awesome sweety! Now when you do that make sure you are still rubbing his balls. The added stimulation will ring him closer to your reward.”
Fester groaned deeply as his eyes rolled crazily in his head from the pleasure. “Great…you’re teaching her to kill me.”
Goblin nodded as Piaz laughed. “With pleasure of course.”
Fester shrugged as he smiled at both women. “I can’t think of a better way to go.”
Fester then gasped as Goblin placed an index finger on the very tip of his penis and rubbed it around, smearing the pre cum that had started to leak out. She put the index finger in her mouth and sucked it noisily. “MMMM. Have you tasted your master yet?”
Piaz nodded as she watched Goblin, still a bit confused about what was going on but now very curious. “Yesterday.”
Goblin clapped her hands and hugged her as she giggled. “Isn’t it minty?”
Piaz laughed as she nodded to the older woman. “Yeah I like it a lot…it makes me think of Andes mint chocolates!”
Goblin laughed as Piaz laughed even harder, leaning against Goblin.
Fester frowned and grumbled as he crossed his arms. “Now that is the second time I’ve heard that. What am I a candy factory?”
Goblin shook her head and pulled Piaz back to her man with a smile. “Oh don’t pout fester, you could taste nasty like some men do and then she would never swallow.”
Piaz grinned at him as he brightened at that, then he moaned as she leaned down and started licking and sucking, alternating between the two.
Fester was already getting close before this, but when Goblin grabbed his scrotum and began to massage him, and stroke him with her other hand…he growled right before his hips flexed upward and shot deep in Piaz’s mouth, and she gulped and swallowed as fast as she could, but it still was too much so she pulled off and helped Goblin stroke the rest out, splashing it on her face and breasts.
Piaz swallowed a few times and smiled happily at Fester who watched her from half hooded eyes, a smile on his face as well as he breathed heavily.
Goblin had ideas of her own as Piaz took off her nighty and was about to wipe herself clean. “Hey don’t be so mean…share!”
Piaz blinked at her then stiffened up before she moaned as Goblin licked her left breast and smiled as she got an especially large gob of goo. “Delicious.”
Piaz wasn’t sure whether to stop her or what.
She had never done any of the things that she had done so far tonight…and she was a bit confused as she noticed her body reacted the same way to Goblin as it did to Fester…just less intense.
It didn’t take Goblin long to clean off her breasts, and then she smiled at Piaz. “Close your eyes hon.”
Piaz hesitated at first, but when Fester didn’t object she nodded and closed them.
Piaz felt Goblins breath close to her face, and then she felt her tongue touch her cheek and lick, before moving down to her jaw.
Piaz clenched her lips tight as she forced herself not to moan, then did it anyway as she felt both of Goblin’s hands grasp her breasts.
Wasn’t this wrong? Shouldn’t she be fighting?
But she didn’t want to, and she felt her hands move of their own accord to steady herself, and almost freaked out when she inadvertently grabbed her boobs.
Before she could yank her hands back, Goblin moaned and held her hands against her chest. “It’s alright sweety…it won’t hurt and if you want to stop all you have to do is say so. Believe it or not…Fester isn’t turned on by this…so he is watching out for you.”
Piaz’s eyes popped open and she looked at her man. Goblin it appears was right. Fester’s flag was only at half mast as he observed the two kiss. Her voice shook a little as she asked him. “Festy…are you mad?”
Fester blinked then shook his head negatively. “No little one, I am not angry. I’m just waiting my turn.”
Piaz frowned as she bit her lip. “But…why is this happening then? I thought you wanted this.”
Fester frowned as he shook his head. “No darlin…this is for your and Goblin’s benefit as well.”
Piaz shook her head…she really didn’t understand, and Fester could see it so he tried to explain better. “You may have wanted to experiment one day, and there are no women I know other then Goblin that would take her time with and not try to master you. As for Goblin’s benefit…that will be a little harder to explain…so why don’t e save that conversation for after we are done?”
Piaz nodded slowly as she looked from Fester to Goblin. “Ok.”
In truth…it didn’t hurt her or make her feel disgusted or anything like that…but it did startle her at first. Goblin leaned forward and licked Piaz’s lips, making her jump, but her poonani made her realize that she liked this new thing as well.
Piaz didn’t have time to think about it as Goblin pulled her back to Fester’s crotch. “Ok…let’s get him hard again.”
Piaz grinned then nodded quickly as they both dove in and began to lick and suck around him…Piaz tried to avoid it, but occasionally Goblins tongue and hers would touch, but even this didn’t make her stop and in no time, Fester’s tower had once again risen. “Ok cutey….” Goblin said with a grin. “Let’s get those panties off of you.”
Piaz shrank back from the look on Goblin’s face and fester immediately grabbed her arm, drawing her attention. “Gently Goblin…she doesn’t need anyone being too aggressive yet.”
Goblin looked at Piaz’s pale face then nodded slowly. “Your right.” She knee walked over to Piaz and hugged her gently. “Sorry Piaz…I got a little too eager.”
Piaz was stiff at first, than melted in her arms. “It’s ok…I understand…I just need to relax.”
Goblin nodded and rubbed Piaz’s back as she pushed her panties down her hips and laid them next to her nighty. Fester smiled gently then pat his lap and Piaz climbed up onto him, but before she could do much of anything, Goblin’s hand found her sweet spot from the back which caused Piaz to moan long and hard.
Her juices practically ran from her, and Fester knew she would be well lubricated.
Tentatively she straddled him and positioned herself so he was at her entrance, when Goblin came up behind her and pressed herself against Piaz’s back, arms wrapping around her waist.
When Piaz looked over her shoulder Goblin smiled at her. “Just take it when you’re ready.”
Piaz grinned then nodded as she leaned forward and kissed Fester, searching immediately for his tongue.
As their tongues came together Piaz started to moan as the heat rose in her again and she rocked back, her little cunny grasping and pulling, seemingly trying to get him in faster then she was going.
After a few bumps and his cap sinking in to the ridge, Piaz began to rock further back, following Goblin’s lead as she rocked with her, her speed picking up until finally she felt him slide past her portal, and nestle inside of her.
Piaz opened her mouth and gasped in surprise right before she wailed as a micro orgasm hit her unexpectedly. Her eyes were barely open and she shook and her body seemed to go into auto pilot as her sheathe held him and wouldn’t let go.
Fester was not immune to this as he felt the exquisite clasp that only lovers can share and a wave of pleasure came over him as his hands found the two women. One on Piaz’s hip, the other on Goblin’s hand at Piaz’s waist and he rocked upward as Piaz and Goblin went back and down.
Neither knew where one started and the other ended so complete they felt, and both knew it wouldn’t be long before they both climaxed.
Piaz suffered another micro orgasm as she went further and further down until he bottomed out inside of her, bumping against her cervix which triggered another more powerful orgasm. The bump hurt a little, but the pleasure was so incredible she didn’t register the pain as what it was.
Piaz looked down at Fester and her chin and bottom lip quivered as she was overcome with emotions she had never felt before.
His face, held a look of rapture that probably mimicked her own, and her heart felt as if it was swollen so overjoyed she was that she wasn’t afraid anymore, that she didn’t see the face of the man that brutalized her anymore, and it was all because of the man beneath her.
Tears coursed down her face and she sobbed as she and Goblin were moving back and down on Fester at a break neck pace, and they both knew this would be it.
Goblin smiled and nodded to Fester who stopped holding back, and let the waves of Piaz’s orgasm wash over him, and he bellowed like a bull as he came with her.
Followed immediately by Goblin as she screamed at the top of her lungs and seemed to cum with them.
If Piaz hadn’t been so overwhelmed by the orgasm and her own emotion she would have seen a purple glow surrounding Goblin’s hands just as she felt all the strength leave her spent body.
Piaz collapsed on top of fester, sobbing quietly as her shoulders shook, Fester still buried inside of her, who wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Aw Pi…what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Piaz slowly raised her head to look into his eyes and he saw it.
Adoration…pure and simple.
“I..I love y..you Fester…I LOVEYOU!” she cried out as a new wave of tears rushed out of her and she cried in happiness. Goblin leaned forward and lay on top of Piaz who lay on top of Fester. “Don’t cry my little snuggle monster…I love you too, so much.”
Goblin chuckled as she whispered in Piaz’s ear. “I love you both, and that was very delicious.”
Piaz felt incredibly tired, and her eyes closed as Goblin’s words settled on her mind, raising new questions that would need answers…but for now she was happy. She had her Festy, and nothing else mattered.

O

The man sat tapping his foot in the lobby, cigarette hanging from his mouth as he started to get impatient.
His hair was green and rather poofy. It was almost like someone had spun cotton candy, than sat it atop his head.
Rather silly looking and his clothes were a bit on the garish side, but neither of these things could effectively describe the man more accurately then his eyes. One looked completely devoid of emotion, the other looked like it could care less…about anything.
A functionary came out after a few more minutes of waiting and gestured to him.
With a grunt the man stood and walked over to him then followed as he led the way down a long hall.
The walls were decorated with fine paintings and other forms of artwork, some fitting, others unexplainable. There seemed no rhyme or reason to the decorations.
He sucked his teeth as he moved the unlit cigarette to the other side of his mouth before they finally came to a set of black double doors.
The functionary opened them and gestured him inside.
The man nodded then walked into the office and frowned at the opulence of the place and wondered what the owner was trying to overcompensate for.
A lone figure sat behind the desk and waited patiently for him as he approached then sat in the chair in front of the desk.
The man looked as if he was too busy to do this, but he had no other choice.
With a deep breath he grunted before speaking. “Are you the bounty hunter Spike?”
The man frowned as he shook his head. “The name’s Erickon.”
The man behind the desk frowned as he opened a folder and looked at a picture then frowned as he looked at him again. “Pardon…were you once called Spike?”
The man grunted then took out a portable torch and lit his cigarette. “It’s possible.”
The man behind the desk nodded as Erickon crossed his legs and waited. “I represent parties that want some loose ends tied up. Are you still available to do this?”
Erickon took a long drag on the cigarette and held it before blowing the smoke into the air. “Info?”
The man nodded and passed him a different folder. “I am told you are the best, so we have chosen you. There will be payment up front 250,000 credits and 1.75 million credits when it is done.”
Spike looked up at the man briefly, no emotion registering on his face before he opened the file and glanced at a few of the pages. Last known location, name, abilities, then he looked at the man in the chair. “Are you serious? This isn’t a kid’s game.”
The man grinned and nodded. “Oh I am very serious Mr. Erickon…and do not judge by what you have never experienced…this man is not to be treated lightly. Many have tried to kill him and all have failed. Most have given up on the task and are just thankful that he isn’t in their area of space anymore…but my associates are not so easy to forgive…they want him dead.”
Erickon frowned as he tucked the folder under his arm and stood. “Money.”
The man went into the desk and pulled out a card and handed it to Erickon, who swiped it across a micro reader attached to his watch. When it beeped and he saw the amount registered to the card, he nodded at the man. “Time frame?”
The man shrugged as he watched Erickon pocket the card. “They would like in the next two months for him to be decaying…but delays are understandable. My partners are unforgiving though…fail at this or try to swindle them, and you will find their vengeance swift and deadly.”
Erickon grinned but nodded. “Yeah I get it.”
Without another word Erickon walked to the door and departed the office to head for the Omega system and a small planet there called Jaberon 3.
There he would find a man who should not exist, but the reports in the folder were mimeographed and hologram sealed…no way to fake them. With a shrug he lit up a fresh cigarette and hailed a skycab to take him to the starport.
“Dark one…your time is almost up.” He said as the cab rose into the air.

O

Sick puppy lay on his side and whined in his sleep.
The two women were kind to him and took him home and made him comfortable on the couch which he curled up on happily. They cleaned his wounds and fed him, but he was still in too much pain to concentrate enough to change back to his human form so he simply lay down and went to sleep. Unfortunately now he was caught in the realm of nightmares and the things spinning in his head where too horrible to describe…but they all seemed to be focused around an old leather bound book with unrecognizable inscriptions on it and what looked to be a face complete with eye’s vestigial nose and mouth. The detail work was intricate and could under other circumstances be considered beautiful…but there was an aura of evil surrounding it that made any attempt to see it otherwise impossible…and this seemed to be haunting him. For now, all he could do was lay there and whine in his sleep…but soon, hopefully soon.

O

Dark Trooper read the report and frowned. “Nothing?”
The lieutenant nodded as he stood at ease in front of the commander‘s desk. “Yes sir, no activity at all. Not even a minor skirmish.”
Dark trooper pulled up a geographical map and frowned at it as ¾ of the valley was blacked out. They still had made no headway trying to map the rest of it out.
After a few minutes of thought he nodded. “Send in both squads of killbots, and a third to stand sentry at the valley’s mouth…we need to map this area out.”
The lieutenant nodded but made no move to leave yet. “Is it true sir about the gala?”
Dark Trooper looked up and nodded glumly. “Yes…we have our orders. The gala is to proceed as scheduled in two weeks unless the problem is far out of hand.”
The lieutenant knew what the commander was going through…brass had a way of fucking up a wet dream…this would probably be no exception.

O

Vixen groaned as the woman above her did things to her clit she never dreamed of.
She moaned and humped against her face with a variety of noises that would be completely unidentifiable if you didn’t know what was actually going on.
Karen was an incredible lover and Vixen knew she was going to have a hard time avoiding her in the future. They had already gone through a whole slew of toys and devices but the 12 inch strap on still hung on the wall and she knew it would be next eventually.
The next orgasm made her jump uncontrollably as she screamed out in pleasure. “OH the things I do for my boss!!!”

[Photh]

The building looked like all the others on the street, cracked, crumbling brick. Another run-down townhouse in a row of boarded up copies. It took Photh a few moments to pick it from its neighbors. The deep scratches in its concrete steps, a brighter glint off the doorknob, a wide band of bare wood leading to the front door. This was it all right.

Face forward at the door, knocked twice, paused, knocked once, then grabbed the doorknob. Waiting while the hidden sensors scanned him. Ten-seconds ticked off in Photh's head before two bolts inside slide open. Releasing the knob the dark green door swung in, revealing a pitch black interior. Access granted.

Stepping through the masking hologram Photh blinked in the bright light, a tall Gorn pushing the metal airlock shut, it's welcome grin displaying dozens of ripping teeth. Returning the greeting as best as 32 allowed, Photh grinned as wide as he could before clicking his teeth shut.

The Gorn clicked back, "Welcome." The smooth tone coming from the translator pendant hanging around its neck.

Looking at the greeter, Photh noticed its large size and yellow tint in its compound eyes. "N'Grik using lovelies to answer the door now?"

Violet streaks appeared in the green of both arms before the translator whispered. "Pooda said no one would notice." Violet growing more pronounced.

"I won't tell anyone." Softly clicking his teeth. "Promise." Moving close, vainly scraped his nails over the thick hide of her right arm to ease her embarrassment. "It'll be our little secret."

The violet faded slightly as Photh scratched, her quietly snapping jaw very close. "Our secret." Pulling her arm away, translator loud. "Get moving meat."

"Yes..." Playing along. "Sir."

The ramp down swept clockwise to 3 o'clock, hall lights dimming to a dull orange before Photh reached the club entrance. Its real name was unpronounceable without mandibles, so everyone simply called it, "N's". A sensor ring, 10 meters from the closed door, finding no weapons, unlocked it automatically. One meter from the door it slide open with a rush of music, the smell of methane and ammonia, thin shafts of light tracing the central bar.

N'Grik ran the place, an insectoid even shadier than the dark, domed room Photh stepped into, but he needed information. You could dig up anything here for the right price. Blackened booths sunk into the walls, stools bordered the bar, a dozen species sitting and drinking. Three Drazi bartenders circled inside, keeping glasses topped.

Above the liquor bottles, maybe 2.5 meters, the entertainment danced bathed in rocking spotlights. Two Twi'lek females, one emerald, the other sapphire, danced around an oval platform with a human female. Three G-strings, four lekku, six breasts, gyrating and grinding. A primal trio lost in the music. Private, glistening skin rubbing against each other. Slim fingers pleasuring multicolored bodies.

Picking an empty stool, Photh sat down next to a Rodian, motioning the bartender closer. "Need to see N."

"The boss ain't seeing anybody right now, especially Humans." One hand dipping below the bar for a blaster.

"Ok." Didn't expect that to work but gave it a shot. "Anybody here seeing humans?"

"Joode here isn't picky." Pointing to the sitting Rodian before walking away.

A couple of minutes of introductions, without the need of a translator, Photh slid into a booth occupied by an older Rodian. Joode made the introductions and left. A short range, mask field generator lit up on the table. Its green lights, pulsing for a few seconds, grew steady.

"What is so important you come here Human?" Pooda asked, slick and slimy.

"Two locations. A missing item and a person."

"Connected or independent?"

"Not sure. I need the current whereabouts of Aveta and a small chest with mystic protection."

Pooda sat silent for a long time before answering. "The Goddess is off limits. You search for her, she searches for you... And me. No deal. I like my head where it is."

He pulled a small, touch panel off the seat next to him, tapping the screen a few times before sliding it across the table at Photh. Looked like an iPhone but much lighter when he picked it up to read the display. A bank transfer was shown, 5,000 credits to a censored account, a glowing rectangle waited for his thumbprint.

"I give you this free. The chest was obtained for someone else. The gang was well paid and didn't care why." Pooda sat back waiting for Photh's decision.

Damn it! This was costing too much -- for half. Pressing his thumb against the rectangle until it disappeared, Photh shoved the screen back across the table. "Where is it?"

"A nice home here in town." Showing Photh a map to the address on the touch screen. Pooda's snout curled, amused at Photh's amazed expression. "Maybe you should ask Copy Of when you get there." His snout vibrating in laughter as Photh jumped out of the booth.

What's Copy Of thinking? How'd he find out? Questions, and more questions, raced through Photh's mind while he walked passed the other booths toward the exit. It made no sense.

Distracted, reflex smoked his upper body, a blue arm springing from a masked booth, grabbing his shirt. It vanished inside the booth, his shirt gripped in its fingers. Photh turned to face the black, waiting for his shirt's return. And waited.

About to give up, another shirt down, the field rippled and faded, the three dancers sitting inside. Emerald sat on the left, sapphire in the middle, watermelon hair on the right. Three smiles and a familiar face. Photh quickly slid in, sitting close, sapphire fingers tapping the generator back on.

A whole other set of questions filled his head. Trying to stare everywhere but the bare bodies clearly visible, above and below, the tiny table. "Blue?"

"Hi'ya Photh." Blue winking at her dance partners. "Glad to see you."

Fuck. The 2 Twi'lek leaned together, caressing each other, their eyes package checking. Photh's shorts shrunk 2 sizes, staring at Blue slowly lift a locket and chain from under her G-string. Slipping the heart-shaped locket up the valley of her breasts, her elbows pushed cream together. Squeezed delights below, sticky locket on hot skin above, fingers worked the chain around her neck, clasping it behind.

Denim near bursting, he shifted to find some relief. "Lucky locket."

[Photh]

"So Phothy, where we going?" Blue chuckled, failing to keep a straight face at her friend's squirming. Reaching over the seat she lifted the lavender silk dress she'd worn into the alien club.

"That's totally unfair, you know." Giving her a little raspberry before his shirt bounced off his chest.

Standing to slip the dress over her head, "But I'm all hot and sweaty..."

"Stop trying to help!" Popping his head through the Tee's neck hole.

The 2 Twi'leks giggled as Photh was forced to manually straighten the bent bulge underneath denim. Blue knew the reason for their reactions while the dress slid over her head, remembering what was packed inside. The caress of silk wasn't helping either, thinking about it, finally puling the hem over her wiggling hips.

Photh spoke a few words in Twi'lek as she sat back down. Both blushing deeper shades of blue and green, while he looked over her dress, "Sweet."

"I just put it on. Mind if I wear it a while before your mind starts undressing me?"

"You started it."

"So? Woman's right."

"Ok, but someday..."

"Promises, promises." Beat her body's rising response.

He stood up, smiling goodbye. "Ladies." Tapping the mask generator, turned to Blue, "No time like the present. You sure you want to tag along?"

"I owe you one." Sliding across to kiss her dance partners first, she rose next to him. "Let's go."

Walking together up to the airlock the Gorn let them out without speaking. Blue did catch his low growl and teeth clicks as they stepped outside. Exactly how many languages did he speak? Brushing against him as they turned left at the street, bare arm over bare arm, they stopped.

"Mind if I ask you something?"

"Anything Blue. But on the way to Copy Of's, Ok?"

Walking on his left, he'd answered the first one. "How many languages do you speak?"

"Never counted, just have an ear for them I guess. Been around a long time you know."

"Why Copy's place?"

"He's got something of mine. Kind of important I get it back."

Fine, he doesn't want to talk about it right now. "Last one. What'd you say to those girls to make them blush like that?"

"Something you probably hear all the time, it's nothing. Why were you there?" Stepped right, opening a wider gap.

"Question for question isn't an answer." Getting no response answered his question. "I was blowing off some steam. A wild night far from lurkus interruptus alright." Taking hold of his arm. "What did you say?"

"It was a crude mistake." Calmly curling her fingers free. "Forget it."

Two blocks of silence, Blue asked again. Photh avoiding an answer until she offered the whisper option. He stopped, leaning close, gently running a finger over her ear to lift hair. It was seven words, a future statement, clear and explicit. Blue had heard it before, more times than she could count, but he walked away before she could comment.

A few steps, she caught up to him. "Pretty sure that's anatomically impossible. Should be fun to prove sometime."

[Copy Of]

Well, since you two have no idea where you're going.

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After whatever trials and tribulations Photh is typing up right now, the dynamic duo of grey and blue finally made it to a cute little bed and breakfast called: Honey Buns. It had lace on the window sills and hanging from the roof, real wood siding, a merrily puffing chimeny, and lots of bushes out front. It looked cozy. Blue seemed puzzled but she followed Grey inside anyway.

B: Photh ... are you sure this is Copy's place?

P: Sure I'm sure. What did you expect, a Kinkos?

Blue thought about it a second. Laughed.

B: KinkyCOs sounds about right to me, but what do I know. Lead on, Mr. Intangible.

A silver bell tinkled warmly as they walked through the stout wood door, rainbow refractions of light spilling in all around them from the cut glass inset on all the doors and windows.

Blue pressed her soft tits into Photh's back when he stopped to talk to the B&B's owner. Being a man, her unexpected attack made him look foolish, with his mouth open in a sudden pause, eyes glazed and with one finger raised high to get the Matron's attention. His, of course, had shifted wholly and completely to his back, and stayed there for a while, uhm ... enjoying life.

Eventually he returned to his senses and continued his speech.

P: Excuse me, madam, but where is your linen closet?

She was a plump woman, kind with rosy cheeks and strong arms. She pointed the way amiably enough. She threw in the funny look for free. Of course the look wasn't directed at Photh at all, it was directed at Blue, who was purring in his ear with one white mound bulging out of her silk top.

B: Photh honey, are you suuuure, you didn't lure me here just to take advantage of me?

P: Quite sure.

At that moment Photh's clothes dropped clean off his body and Blue staggered forward a bit goggle-eyed. All of which could have been taken a number of ways. But I think he was just tired of Blue distracting him. It really doesn't take all day to walk across the street unless a soft girl is pressing her unmentionables into various parts of your anatomy every few seconds and making you pause like a statue of an idiot.

She pouted as they made their way up the creaky old stairs.

At the linen closet Photh swung open the doors to reveal row after row of towels. Some were brightly colored, some were dark and frightening. Some were warm, some were cold, some dry and some wet. Some rough and some soft. All pulsed with an unholy life. With a hunger that must be assuaged!! Yes, these towels wished to be used in a way only a towel could.

But I digress. Photh poked at a soft pile of towels. I won't tell you what he poked with.

P: Copy Of, I would like to speak to you.

SFX: Beep beep booooop!

G: Hellllllo daddy! Who are you handsome??!

The Grey on Duty, being somewhat sex starved and partial to grey skin, liked Photh immediately.

P: Er, this is Photh, I'd like to speak to Copy Of please.

G: MMmmmM, anything you want, big boy. And hey, if you ever wanna take a walk on the wild side, you should look me up. I just bought a new anal probe that I'm DYING to try out and I've got the codes to the drop saucer.

P: Uhm, OK. Thanks? Can ... you connect me now? Please?

SXF: Beep beep booooooo!

CO: Yeah, what I'm kind of busy?!

P: Copy Of?

CO: Yes,of course, who else talks through towels?

P: Well there was that other--

CO: And who are you anyway?

P: I'm Photh. We met before.

CO: I don't remember you ... oh wait, you're that nudist guy, right? Hey, I'm sorry about the probing, the girls were out on their own that night. Listen, I want you to know that I've put them under strict orders, no abductions without prior consent. And no cattle mutilations without an adult present. You aren't the farmer are you?

P: Er, I'm not ... sigh. Listen, I need to talk to you right away.

CO: What? We're talking!

P: In person.

CO: Hmmm. Well normally I wouldn't do this, but I feel kind of bad for what happened to you, and I have been away from Jabville kind of long... I guess I can swing by.

P: I keep trying to tell you that wasn't m... oh fine, if you'll come. Think what you want.

CO: Listen I'm kind of on the outer rim here tracking Aveta. It's gonna take a day or two to get back to Jabville. Why don't you stay the night wherever you are? Take a towel and I'll home in on you.

P: Right. See you soon.

CO: Yup. Copy Out Bithces!!!!

SFX: Beep Boop Bow Chicha Wow Wow!

P: Blue, it looks like-- pppppppffft!

She'd put her finger on his lips to forestall him (yes he's tangible, intangible people can't poke towels!).

B: Hush now, lover. I knew it from the beginning. Seven words in future tense indeed. You just want to have your wicked way with me...

She smoldered, accused and giggled all at the same time.

B: Well alright. I got nothing better to do. Meet you in our room. I'll be the one bent over the couch ... gaping.

Photh sighed as he sank through the floors boards.

P: I'll go get my wallet.

This post has been edited by Copy Of: 27 October 2009 - 03:43 AM

[DkTrper]

Darktrooper War Journal.
Entry Date: 10-27-2009, local time.

Something is not right.

The killbot squads went in but no contact was found. in previous engagements with the Triad, there has been contact almost at the start. by this time, we should have their center of operations already mapped out, but we can't do that without finding them in the first place.

time to step it up a notch. It is time for the 22nd Independent Marine Company to come in to play.

this should be interesting.

end of file.

[Fester]

Piaz was the first to wake up as the sun attempted to rouse her from the level of comfort she was experiencing. She felt warm and secure as she stared at the sleeping face of her man, his arms holding her close against him.
Behind her, she also felt the much cooler warmth of the other female in this strange new love triangle.
Turning her head slightly she could see Goblin’s sleeping face, her arms also wrapped around her.
Piaz was the meat in an odd sandwich she thought, but giggled cutely when she realized she didn’t mind.
They had talked a little after she was done crying, and she found out some things that both surprised her and made her wonder also.

<flashback>

Piaz’s eyes got bigger as she heard the simple declaration come from Goblin’s mouth. “W..what?”
Goblin still smiling leaned closer and whispered breathily. “I’m a vampire.”
Piaz frowned as she shook her head before looking at Fester who was smirking, but just shrugged at her. “Yeah…I knew.”
Piaz frowned deeper as she looked from one to the other. “But…she…daylight…no fangs…”
Piaz immediately began feeling her neck for puncture wounds and tried to scramble away from Goblin, but Fester grabbed her with both arms and held her as she squirmed and struggled. “Fessy! Let me go!”
Fester cackled madly as his arms tightened around her. “I think not…my mistress needs the blood of a recently deflowered virgin…” His eyes glittered green again and Piaz felt her heart hit her feet.
Piaz’s head turned to look incredulously at him, face pale as death as she stammered. “B..but I wasn’t a virgin…”
Fester blinked then nodded. “Oh…right…silly me.” And he let her go with a smirk as Goblin burst into laughter. “Fester you suck! That was horrible!!”
Of course…she couldn’t stop laughing either.
Piaz realizing she was the recent victim of a prank grabbed a pillow and knocked Goblin from the bed who was now laughing on the floor then jumped on Fester smacking him with her bare hands across his chest and shoulders screaming, “NOT FAIR FESSY!!!”
Fester took the abuse for a few seconds, laughing until finally he had enough and tickled her mercilessly.
Piaz screamed in horror and tried to get away, but Fester was now in control as he pinned her to the bed and assaulted her with his fingers in every spot that made her laugh, which was practically every where.
Goblin eventually grew tired of seeing Fester gang up on Piaz and joined in to help her…but Fester seemed to have no extra sensitive spots until Piaz grabbed one of his feet and he screamed like a woman!
Piaz then began her campaign of getting the sorcerer back by ticking him mercilessly.
It didn’t take long until all three declared an uneasy truce and they settled on the bed to rest.
After a time, Piaz wanted answers. “But if you’re a vampire…”
Fester leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Not that kind of vampire. She is an energy vampire if you will.”
Piaz blinked as she looked at him. “What kind of energy?”
Goblin smiled as she stretched. “The best kind…sexual energy!”
Piaz looked confused as she looked at Goblin again. “Huh? So you eat…sexual energy?”
Goblin nodded as she picked up the wayward pillow and lay back down again. “Yep…but I’m not a true vampire…I’m more generous then that.”
Piaz opened her mouth to say something but Fester’s hands on her shoulders made her groan. “If she is having sex, or with someone that is having sex, she can drain some of that energy to feed herself, and in return it heightens the orgasmic feeling.”
Piaz grinned as she thought about it. “Like a plant…it eats carbon dioxide and gives off oxygen!”
Goblin nodded as she reached over and rubbed Piaz’s head. “Exactly…but I’m a little bit different. A plant can take carbon dioxide from any source, I can only take energy from certain beings.”
Fester nodded. “We discovered that I was one of the most…tasty sources of food for Goblin some time ago. Since she only has to feed once a month, it is actually not so bad.”
“Are there any weird side effects?” Piaz asked as she considered what could happen.
Fester blinked before he shrugged. “Not really…body odor, flatulence, excessive drooling, anal itching, tendency to scream “fuck ass” uncontrollably…you know, the usual.”
Piaz’s eyes got as big as dinner plates until Goblin hit Fester in the face with a pillow. “Stop that!”
Piaz frowned until she realized he was pulling her leg again and pouted at him.
Fester sighed as he reached over and pulled her into his lap. “I’m just playing Pi, don’t be so spoiled.”
Piaz frowned until she reached down and began stroking his cock with one hand. “But you made me this way Fessy…”
Fester groaned in response before he chuckled. “For the record I let you stay that way…you were spoiled when we met.”
Piaz pouted and made herself sit down harder since she couldn’t stomp her foot, but Fester only chuckled as his arms squeezed her tighter.
“See?” He uttered in her ear with a big smile.
Piaz shuddered before she reached down and began to massage him again. “Well…you let me be this way…”
Fester grumbled before he leaned over and bit her shoulder with a little growl. “Alright…blame it all on me. I’ll smile now and cry later.”
Piaz turned to look at him and pouted but Goblin leaned over and tweaked his nipple. “Fester…you know she actually thinks you’re serious when you say things like that.”
Fester blinked in surprise and looked at Piaz. “Seriously? He asked with a large amount of surprise mixed in his voice.
Piaz nodded slowly at him then shrugged. “Not always…but sometimes you sound so serious it makes me sad…and I don’t want to see my Fessy cry.”
Fester frowned then nodded. “Alright, I will try to be a little more light hearted…but you do know I’m grumpy…you said it yourself.”
Piaz leaned over and bumped him with her shoulder. “I still love you Fessy.” She said before she blushed and put her head down.
Fester grinned as he reached around and hugged her.
Goblin quirked an eyebrow before rolling from the bed. “Well I’m going to go potty…if you two are still undressed when I get back someone is getting licked.”
Wiggling her hips in an exaggerated, Goblin closed the door leaving Fester and Piaz alone to ponder. Fester frowned as he looked at her. “Ok the question is, who gets licked first? I say ladies first.”
Piaz giggled then shook her head. “Oh no, big cocks before beauty.”
Fester frowned as he held up a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?”
Piaz nodded as she moved a little back from him. “Two out of three falls?”
Fester nodded as Piaz raised her smaller fist. “Ok here we go…loser walks around the house in their underwear.”
Piaz frowned as she paused. “I thought the loser didn’t get licked?”
Fester grinned. “That too. Ready? One, Two…”

O

The computer displayed stats, quirks, known abilities of his target…but he still found it impossible to believe. A sorcerer? Crock of shit. Probably some guy using smoke and mirrors. “Julia…history of the dark one or Fester. List any reference you can turn up.”
The computer lit up and began cycling through any available data base within range of there com channels.
The computer used to be dead like most…answering in a deadpan voice…which after he “acquired” the ship he changed.
He programmed in a voice very similar to his dead lover’s which on occasion made him feel nostalgic.
When he decided to leave his roots behind…after his last fight with the red dragons, he cut all ties so no one could be hurt because of him anymore. Losing the real Julia to his ex partner Viscious was painful enough…but he knew that if he stayed in that quadrant, eventually someone would find him again.
“Erikon…I have found multiple references to the dark one, Fester, Uncle Fester, Fester the Dark one, Fester the unholy, Fester the destroyer, Fester the sexy beast…”
Erikon frowned before he lit up another cigarette. “Stop. Scan Data bases available and rule out anything not involving sorcery.”
He still felt silly thinking about it, but if these clowns wanted him to, and paid him to hunt a dime store magician…
“Search complete Erikon.” The computer said in a sultry voice. “All references cross correlated and there are only five available that match your search criteria…although one has been sealed by imperial edict. Shall I attempt to break the encryption?”
Erikon grinned before he nodded “That would be nice.”
A face appeared on the screen and blew a raspberry at him before the usual cursor reappeared at the bottom. “Saucy bitch.” He mumbled before he began reading the first data base file.

O

As this was happening, Dark trooper had begun a campaign of extermination in the valley where his men had disappeared.
Sending down a third squad of kill bots and his only four dreadnought warriors, he had the kill bots advance into a cave where blood stains were found on nearby rocks.
The dreadnoughts took up support positions, two armed with grenade launchers, and quad miniguns on both arms. This particular model was used to clear buildings and as a heavy support platform versus ground assaults. Dark Trooper had other ideas.
At one point in his life, he had seen the devastation the xenomorphs could do. On Verhalor 5 an undetermined group of aliens charged a reinforced series of bunkers with support weapons containing two battalions of troops…not one man survived. They had found the bunker doors ripped off their hinges in some cases, melted by acid in others, but they could only guess that the monsters had methodically gone from room to room in each bunker, killing everything in sight, and or taking them to become incubators for their disgusting brood.
Across the landscape in the kill zone dozens of xenomorph carcasses lay in various positions in death…but they had won this battle.
Rather then risk anymore lives, Dark Trooper’s commander gave the kill order, and after anything salvageable was recovered, they launched a “planet cracker” and from a safe distance watched as the all life on that world were brought to an end.
For Dark Trooper, this was not an option for this world, so he hoped he could wipe them out before they got any stronger.
The kill bots advanced, using normal and night vision sensors to scan the walls and ceiling of the cave they were in. No aliens had been detected at the time, but a smaller opening at the back of the cave revealed a sight he hoped to never see. The strange secretion of the monsters started here and continued inward. A step into a nightmare he didn’t want to walk into.
Dark Trooper gave the order and the kill bots went in, still scanning in all directions when the first guardian came from the ceiling dropping on top of one of the kill bots, ripping it’s head from it’s shoulders before the one behind it opened up with it’s pulse cannon, rupture rounds obliterating it before it even had time to scream.
“Rewind and play that again!” Dark Trooper shouted to the technician controlling the recording of the battle rom.
The technician rolled back the footage immediately and as trooper watched he shouted, “There! Hold and enhance.” The man ran his hand over a trackball and enhanced the picture until the ridges and outline of the xenomorph could be seen clearly. “Now feed that image into the Kill bots and have them watch specifically and shoot on sight any forms matching that shape.”
As soon as it was done, the kill bots began to advance again, and this time they opened up regularly, and the screams of dying xenomorphs could be heard.
Dark Trooper nodded in satisfaction as the screams became less and less until silence reigned again on the com channel. “Perform a full sweep of the cavern area, exterminate everything not human.”
His second nodded as he relieved his commander, but Dark Trooper stayed in the war room until the kill bots found nothing else. All in all the death count sat at 21 and no other life forms were reported.
But Dark Trooper was troubled by the fact that there were 21 aliens with only 9 missing person reports. When they found the queens egg chamber, there were much fewer eggs then he expected. He could only guess that the reports were inaccurate on the laying capacity of the queen…but no one had really had time or the resources to study them…they were uncontrollable, and proved to be uncontainable for long periods of times.
Anyone else would have been satisfied with the outcome, but Dark trooper was still troubled. “Lieutenant, I am loathe to do this but it seems we have little choice. Send in the 22nd, with two kill bot squads to cover them. I want that cave thoroughly explored and a report immediately. Bring the third kill bot squad out to the muster area for reload and repair of the damaged one.
The lieutenant stood and saluted. “Immediately sir.”
As Dark Trooper turned and walked to the mess hall for a bite to eat and a cup of coffee. If luck was with them, then this was the only nest…but luck is often a fickle bitch. He thought as he exited the command center.

[Yallknowme]

The abandoned ex headquarters of Dr. Stormfury stood empty and hollow above the bubbling, fiery orange and red hues of the volcanic crater. The angry firmament above bellowed with a fierce temper as the mountains trembled from the crashing thunder. The hornets nest design of the complex once housed a large group of potential villains, now… it has become nothing more than a distant memory of a war fought long ago.

The quiet shuffling of feet swimming through the elaborate hallways of the aged station were the only signs that any life was still present around the vicinity. Tiny foot prints carved their way out of the dust and the small elegant hornet trooper found her way into the main control room.

Her armored gold and black uniform hugged her every delicate curve like a second layer of skin. She wasn’t used to being in such a ludicrous outfit, and much to her dismay it felt more like a ridiculous Halloween costume than it did anything regal or official. Hundreds of lights from computers and monitors flickered on and off around her, the tiny specks of color reflected off the visor of her hornet shaped helmet. The activity was an indication the base had been in use for a while now.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A sly smug voice whispered from within the darkness in a disappointed manner. “So this is where you’ve ran off to eh squitchie pants? Trying to avoid me? Didn’t think I’d come after you? Just thought I’d let you welch on our deal?”

The hornet removed her helmet to reveal a short pink mane and a brow beaded in perspiration. Her red eyes startled into disbelief as she pierced into the shadows to catch a better glimpse of her unwelcome visitor. “Copy?”

“The one and only… well not really but you know what I mean.” His dry, sharp wit kept his emotions well hidden, some emotions not even Bliss could attempt to decipher. Copy was sly, wily, intelligent, cunning, and elusive. Traits Bliss herself admired and possessed, but hated having to deal with in others.

Bliss’ eyes shut tightly hoping she was simply imagining his voice, but deep down she knew it was as real as the headache forming in her skull. She had kept hidden for so long she thought to herself, how was this possible?

“Copy? How the hell did you find me?” Bliss bellowed forth with some annoyance at her being discovered, dropping her helmet to the floor with a loud hollow thud. She had spent months preparing for her isolation, for this sabbatical and for someone to interrupt that, especially one as arrogant and frustrating as Copy Of only fueled her vexation. Her gleaming red eyes seemed to glow, melting away the shadows of the dimly lit room. It was a side of her she rarely exposed.

Copy emerged from the blackness of the shadows and walked forward into what light was available. His towel, wrapped so tightly around his waist, barely contained his endowments much to Bliss’ dismay. She didn’t always get along with Copy but she managed tolerate him when he was at his best. She had to admit seeing him again she had forgotten just how cute he was especially when the light showed off his chiseled lean body. Bliss feverishly tried to keep herself restrained at his visage by biting her lip, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“I will always find you, Bliss. I know you better than you think.” Though she would never admit to it, she knew he was right, over the course of their feud he had come to know her quite well. “Where’s the trust we had Bliss? How did it come to this? You on the run from everything. And me turned into a hunter, always tracking you down to punish you. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Bliss hung her head, unable to meet his eyes. “I know, I just … I’m bad Copy. I’m a villain to the core. I’ll only hurt you.”

“First of all, that’s not your choice to make. And second, you’re wrong. There’s a deep well of good in you Bliss. I can help you free it if you let me.”

“I’m part of Aveta, Copy. I’m her cunt. I’m not a human, not really. Her evil is a part of me, her will is my desire. I’m here, hiding because she wants me to be. I can never be what you want. I can never be free.”

“I know that, Bliss. Even when the rest of the Copy’s gave up on you, I couldn’t. I knew how much you hated being a cunt, knew you wouldn’t give in so easily to Aveta. She can’t find you in the Sith mountains can she?”

Bliss was silent, unwilling to answer.

“You didn’t have to fake your absorption to me, Bliss. Maybe for the rest of Jabville, but not to me. Why did you do it?”

“I told you, I’m no good for you. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to be bad like me. I don’t want us to be dick and cunt.”

Copy looked hard at Bliss. “Well I guess you fucked up then. Look at us! How are we not exactly that? I gangbanged you in the middle of Jabville square for gods sake. That’s not exactly the action of a hero.

“I deserved it.”

“I know you did. But that doesn’t make my reaction right.”

“But…” Bliss interrupted with little success.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m not finished yet.” Copy Of scolded, his finger steady and stern as it pointed to Bliss’ face. “The hero never rapes the villain, no matter how much she deserves it. If you think I’m a hero, then you must know that pushing me away like this is what is making me a dick. The pain you’ve caused …”

Bliss sighed, and turned away from Copy for a few seconds. Her tearful eyes spoke volumes, she was caught. No lie, no manipulation, or grand scheme was going to get her out of this predicament and she knew it. “I… I’m sorry Copy. I didn’t mean to hurt you again. I did it for selfish reasons.”

“Why?” Copy whispered softly as he approached the trembling pink haired witch. His embrace was soothing and Bliss broke down.

She looked into his face as he gently brushed the bangs from her eyes. “I’m a villain, the Cockmonster I created had nearly destroyed half of Jabville in its rampage, I helped the Simian Alliance kidnap Jab, I instigated the Dicks vs. Cunts war, I’m a high ranking officer in the Eugenics Elimination Task Force, and worst of all… I betrayed you.”

Copy let loose a heavy breath as Bliss fell into a tormented silence.

After a moment he said. “But all of that is just a daily thing for Jabville…” Then he stopped, scrunched up his eyes comically, miming like he was trying to remember something. Then he shook his finger at her again in mock anger. “Except the part about betraying me. You still owe me for that, bitch!”

She smiled at the bit of unexpected banter and marveled that he could do that to her so easily. He grinned along with her then turned serious again. He slipped his hands behind her head, bringing her closer. “You would’ve have been forgiven eventually. Let loose to sow seeds of destruction again.”

“Maybe I could’ve been forgiven by you or the rest of Jabville, but I couldn’t forgive myself. And maybe that’s not what I wanted to be. Maybe I didn’t want to be evil.” She whimpered.

“But you look so good in black spandex!” He protested.

She frowned. “I felt my only choice was a self exile, so I tricked Aveta and made a hasty retreat out here. This way no one would bother to look for me. Everyone would assume I was trapped as a cunt and I’d continue to live in exile.”

“Hum.” Copy Of mock frowned back at her. “You’ve been a very naughty girl Bliss.”

“So, you’re an asshole.” She spewed, pounding his broad chest lightly with one dainty fist. “And you’re not taking this seriously.”

“And handsome, lets not forget handsome.” Copy retorted.
She seethed. He was handsome. And annoying. And...

Their eyes met once again and slowly they joined lips in a warm embrace of rare passion for one another. Her taste reminded Copy of the sweetness of milk and honey as he pushed into her even more. Pulling herself away from him Bliss gently, almost teasingly removed her uniform revealing her taught body underneath still barely trembling from fear, excitement, and lust. Her milky white skin glistened in the light and her perky round breasts heaved with each breath she took.

Copy followed suit and dropped the towel from his waist revealing the throbbing cock between his legs. Bliss once again found her heart racing and her body growing hot. The anticipation was maddening.

“I want you so badly right now, Bliss.” Copy exhaled. “Do you feel the same way?”

Bliss nodded in agreement. She watched in an almost trancelike bewitchment as Copy’s rock hard girth undulated as he approached the young girl. He gently parted her thighs and swiftly pushed his manhood forward just stopping short of entering her dewy slit.

“I want to hear you ask me for this, Bliss.” Copy muttered into her ear.

The throbbing tip prodded at her pussy lips with a tempting intent. The promise of unrivaled pleasures filled her mind and soul. He enjoyed every moment that he was teasing her, building her hunger for fulfillment.

She gently opened her teary ruby red eyes and gazed at Copy’s face, imploring him to fill her pussy with the girth of his cock, and satisfy the primal desires burning within her. Bliss’ soft, rosy colored lips beseeched Copy Of to take her completely, however he wanted to. No limits, no restrictions, just pure wild sexual conquest.

“Fuck me Copy. Fuck me pleeeeaaase! I want you to have your way with me!” She moaned in unfulfilled desire, biting her lip as his cock once again teased at parting her quivering pussy lips.

Her willingness to finally submit to him after all this time since their first encounter intoxicated him. He could feel her glassy cunt heated with the hunger for his cock. With satisfied delight he pushed his length into her fully; her tight pussy walls compressed around him and welcomed him with a wet squeek of satisfaction.

“Oh my fucking Goddess Copy… It, it, it feels sooo gooood.” Bliss bellowed with untamed pleasure.

The sensations of his cock sliding in and out of her slick twat overwhelmed her and she moaned like a wild beast with each pounding thrust. Bliss felt overflowed with desires, and sexual satisfactions she had rarely experienced with any man before. She could feel her pussy slobbering, spewing its perversion all over Copy’s penetrating girth. Her body quivered slowly then abruptly convulsed with an overload of orgasmic release over and over again yet she selfishly constricted her vaginal walls forbidding Copy from pulling out.

“Oh Bliss, I knew you were a sexually depraved nympho.” He teased.

Bliss moaned out in agreement wanting only to be pleasured and conquered. Her energy all but sapped as Copy suddenly grunted and convulsed unloading a stream of thick, milky white seed into her wanting hole. Bliss could feel his cock tremble as it spurted shot after shot of cum into her and finally, gently slide out.

Both she and he were spent, their bodies thrown lifelessly amongst the soft silky sheets of her canopy bed. Amid the perfume of their lust, Copy stared at her beautiful star adorned face, thinking, plotting, arguing with himself throughout the night hours.

When she woke, he kissed her lightly. “Come with me, Bliss.” He asked quietly.

“I…”

“You can’t deny it. What we just shared. This wasn’t fake.”

She stroked his face with her hand, tears in her eyes. “I know. I love you. I just, I don’t know how. What I do? The evil things? … sometimes I think they’re good. I just don’t think I can be what you want.”

“How can you know that without trying?”

“I…”

“You can’t. I dare you. I dare you, Bliss! Come on. Listen, if you don’t know what to do, ask me.” He held her arms down when she tried to push him away. “We’re meant to be together. Don’t deny it any longer.”

She sucked her lip, thinking. “OK, but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

She bit her lip. “If we fail. If I go bad. Promise me you’ll stop me. Promise me you’ll trap me, lock me away forever where I can never hurt anyone again. Promise me, Copy!”

It was a long time before he spoke again. “I promise. Now make me a promise. I need you to obey me. If you want to beat this thing inside you, if you really want it to go away you'll need to listen to me.”

"But Copy... I'm a free spirit... I hate buckling down and submitting."

"Bliss... trust me."

"Okay... I'll... I'll promise to obey you. If it means this darkness inside of me will go away. I'll do anything."

Copy cocked an eyebrow and with a wicked smile asked, "Anything?"

[DkTrper]

*The following transcript was made from multiple sources. It has been formatted for easier reading.*

The Roar of the atmospheric entry of the Thunderhawks Gunships was being heard even inside of the thick armor plating of the Land Raider. 1st. Lieutenant Blackstone was finishing reviewing the KillBot data before the contact with the Xenomorphs. Deadly guerrilla warriors, the Xenomorphs are the main scouts and raiders of the Triad, the biggest Xeno-threat to the Terran Neo-Empire and her allies up to date. Lt. Blackstone has fought Xenomorphs before, his upper left Torso scarred by the acid blood of the Aliens a vivid reminder of their viciousness and his deep Hatred to them.

"One minute to touchdown." The Pilot reported. Lt. Blackstone of the 22nd Independent Marine Company, 1st Platoon sprang into action.

"Get tactical Marines. We are going in hot and we will not let anything not humanoid breathing the Emperor's air. We will cleanse this Xenos before it thinks of hitting this colony anymore. Our Commander wants results, and we will deliver his word as the word of our Emperor." Lt. Blackstone said in the tactical radio.

A chorus of voices responded back to him. The 1st Platoon and it's vehicles, a Redeemer-class land Raider fitted with it's heavy flamers and twin linked Auto-cannons ready to deliver divine cleansing to the Xenos, and 2 Razorback transports fitted with twin linked Heavy Bolters for fire support, were ready for another day in the life of the first Space Marine Detachment outside of Imperium Space.

***

Commander Darktrooper Was keeping tabs of the recon in force that was the mission of the 1st Platoon, 22nd IMC. He was waiting to see if more of the aliens were there. He hoped inside of his mind that the queen has not moved from that valley, but his vast experience knew that it wasn't true. the geological survey of the colony was still in progress, so waiting to confirm if there were more caves like that one will take some more time.

And time is a resource he can't control.

[Yallknowme]

Clenching at her chest in shattered disbelief Bliss leaned against one of the shattered walls of the scarred remains of Irongate prison. The rusty colored sky above, dimly littered with countless stars and overflowing with deathly silence seemed ominous, and terrifying. Though construction had begun on reprocessing the facility its hallowed remains still resembled little more than a decaying corpse with its broken, exposed bones protruding from the depths of hell.

“Why’d you want to come here squitchie pants?” Copy shrugged inquisitively.

“Haven’t I told you I really hate it when you call me that?” Bliss exhaled in frustration.

Copy smiled mischievously. “Several times actually.”

Bliss circled to face Copy. His body bathed in the dim red glow of the night air, he seemed almost out of place and was definitely uncomfortable as his irritating sense of humor started to emerge proved, but the two continued to slowly scour the area stepping over mounds of rubble and debris.

“This place feels so familiar to me, like I’ve been here before but I don’t ever remember being here. And to make matters worse there’s just so much raw energy flowing around this place, but it’s so disorganized. Like a hole has been ripped open into the fabric of dimensions and it’s ebbing outwards unchecked. To those with the power to sense it feel its pull much like a magnet I’m sure. It… it’s intoxicating to tell you the truth, but there’s something more. I can sense that a piece of me was… is here. I just have to know… why?”

Seeing such despair Bliss couldn’t help but begin to look over her past sins. Her heartbeat was erratic. She had caused so much grief and despair for Jabville willingly or not. Now, for her to realize her robotic alt had recently unleashed the countless demonic spirits that once inhabited Irongate was heartbreaking.

“It wasn’t Alty’s fault Bliss.” Copy reassured softly.

Bliss’ face, rosy red from the biting cold of the mountain chill, just gazed into Copy’s eyes desperately trying to believe in him, to trust his point of view, but she couldn’t.

“She wasn’t strong enough Copy.” Bliss sobbed, scooping a handful of chalky red dirt. “And do you know why? Because the soul shard I had given to her was tainted with my wickedness.”

Angrily she flung the dirt into the night sky, repulsed at what she had allowed herself to become over the years. She laughed pathetically as she thought back over her existence. Once, nothing more than a simple pussy, she was removed from her Goddess and granted a life and a soul by the Gods before her host was imprisoned. And yet here she was using those gifts to cause havoc for her benefit.

Copy patiently waited until he felt the pink haired sorceress had calmed herself down and taken a few much needed breaths. “Bliss?”

“She knew nothing of evil Copy. She knew nothing of seduction, yet she was tempted. That temptation was from me. That part of me that strived for selfish gain, even if it was for something as special and wondrous as becoming flesh and blood she shouldn’t have been able to give in so easily. It was my greed, my self seeking desires that was tainting her shard and allowed her to submit to her desires.”

“Bliss?” Copy repeated.

He rushed to Bliss and gently lifted her head to meet his gaze with the tips of his fingers. His eyes were more sympathetic than she had ever seen; speaking volumes more than any words could ever hope to accomplish.

“Don’t do this. You’ve already placed a heavy enough burden on yourself don’t add those you couldn’t possibly have any control over. You couldn’t have known this was going to happen Bliss. You’re only human.”

Bliss abruptly pulled back with a sudden force. Her eyes were squinting in disgust, not at Copy Of, but at herself for the realization that her humanity was a facade.

“No I’m not!” She screamed in frustration pounding at his chest repeatedly. “Don’t you get it? I was never human. I wasn’t born; I don’t have a mother or a father! I was created, a pussy given life. I have been and I always will be a cunt!”

Copy Of shook his head in disappointment. “Damn it, you don’t seem to get it Bliss.
What makes you human is your soul. Now stop the pity party and let’s do something to put things right! What’s our first step?”

“We find Alty.” She smiled, trying desperately to put on a brave face for Copy. No matter how much she hated to admit it she knew he was right. His direction and his patience helped to put her into focus.

“Are you sure you can find her?”

Bliss looked out towards the bright glow of Jabville’s skyline and turned to face Copy, confident in her abilities. “She’s here Copy, I can feel her. Something’s wrong though, she feels weak, incohesive. She’s somewhere underneath us, restrained, held against her will.”

“Then we find our way down and we get her the hell out of here.”

“NO! You shall not!”

A ghostly clawed hand erupted from the ground sending dirt and debris flying outwards in a cloud of choking dust. The pale blue appendage reached out towards Bliss, feeling the ancient power and knowledge that she possessed. Its booming deep inhuman voice sent shivers of pure fear into Copy and Bliss, fear neither one had ever experienced before. It was an ominous, powerful foe they had no hope of defeating.

“What the fuck is that!?” Bliss shouted in a panic.

“I have need of this pretty young thing as well!”

“No! Leave her alone!” Copy roared, dashing in between the clawed ghastly apparition and Bliss. His heroic attempts for naught as the ghostly creature swatted him away like something as insignificant as a fly.

“Be gone you fool!”

Bliss’ eyes widened and her mouth gasped in a silent scream as she saw Copy tumble back into the dirt and decay of the prison. His body flailing and twisting much like a rag doll caught in a hurricane.

“COPY!” She worriedly bellowed.

“Cry not for him my lovely for it is you who will weep in the delicious fear of what torment and tortures await you. Gifts I give to you from the very bowels of hell itself.”

Bliss felt her blood chill as the gruesome claw wrapped itself around her curvaceous form. The feeling of its slimy, icy touch penetrated deep into her bones and she faded into the blackness of unconsciousness. Delighted with its newly acquired acquisition the ghostly hand pulled back into the depths of the hidden sanctuary of its underground labyrinth taking the helpless pink haired witch with it.

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“Bzzzzzt… Come in do you read? Grey 6 to Co… Shrrrrrrkt… assive energy surge do you read me?”

Copy pulled his face out from the dirt and sluggishly gathered his senses as Grey 6 repeatedly tried to establish contact. The air was still, and the silence overwhelming.

“Turn the volume down 6… I’m here. What happened? Where’s Bliss?”

“We were hoping you could tell us sir.” Grey 6 inquired. “Our sensors picked up a massive energy surge in your vicinity. We tried to establish communications but you wouldn’t respond. We’ve scanned the local area but we’ve found no sign of Elysium Bliss anywhere. However we are still getting a few massive energy spikes emanating from below you, but we can’t pinpoint it due to significant interference.”

Copy dusted the dirt from his face and crinkled his brow upon hearing the information provided by his Greys. “She’s down there.”

“Sir?” Grey 6 chimed in. “Might I suggest we contact the other Copy units and regroup ourse…”

“No time.” Copy interrupted. “Whatever this thing was it seemed familiar with her. Add the fact Bliss felt Alty was down here too and we have a huge problem.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do 6. I’m going after her.”

“But sir…” Grey 6 urged worriedly.

Copy remained resolute in his choice of actions. “I’m going after her 6.”

Hesitantly Grey 6 focused on his monitor and searched for any clear way down into the pits of Irongate. He didn’t approve of Copy’s hasty decision but he understood why making his own choice that much clearer. “Very well sir. From what I can gather there are several hidden entrances to the underground passages strewn about the complex. The closest one is about two meters southwest of you.”

“Thank you 6.”

“You’re welcome sir… and sir?” Grey 6 whispered. “Good luck.”

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Bliss slowly and uneasily staggered back to life, the world around her dark and blurry as she tried to regain her focus. Much to her dismay she discovered she was deep underground, stripped of her clothes and left for helpless in the center of a long forgotten chamber carved with cult symbols of all varieties. Instantly Bliss realized that this was the hole in which the energy was escaping from.

Teetering backwards Bliss fumbled upon the limp body of Alty. The alt was hunched over in some distorted fetal position lost in a state of delirium.

“Alty?” Bliss shrugged at her doppelgangers form hoping to find some sign of life until the faintest moaning reassured her that Alty was still clinging to some form of consciousness. As her vision began to clear Bliss realized the withered ghostly apparition of Abraham Irons standing before her, amused and satisfied to see her pure, naked flesh exposed and easily ready to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh.

“It is delightfully delicious to see you again my mentor. It has been a lifetime since I have gazed upon your beauty last.”

“You!?” Bliss stammered.

“I’m honored that you still recognize me Mistress, most especially since I have been imprisoned within this withered, lifeless form.”

Bliss reluctantly looked into the hallowed darkness of Abraham’s eyes; the uneasy feelings of fear encompassed her with each of his piercing glances. His ghastly visage was a terrifying, shocking truth of despair and torment. “H, how could I possibly forget my most gifted pupil, Abraham Irons?”

“It seems I am not the only one who has changed since our last fated encounter though. Whereas I have merely lost my link to the physical world, my flesh as it were, you have lost so much more. You feel different, you smell of fear and weakness, a woman who has lost her purpose, her identity, her memories, and most importantly of all her POWER. A far cry from the strong charismatic young sorceress I met many years ago. Drastically different than the woman I swore allegiance to and built this asylum for. I worshipped you. Constructed this prison to fuel your dark energies with the souls of only the most twisted, vile men and women this world had to offer. You disappoint me Mistress. But I can understand why. You have foolishly split your soul in two, sharing it with that wretched fake beside you.”

“A lot has happened since the last time Abraham.” Bliss choked out regrettably. “I’ve learned from my evil sins, my mistakes.”

“You think that what you have accomplished was nothing more than mere mistakes, trite and meaningless sins? Look around you Mistress. The world is ripe with despair and suffering and yet society refuses to do anything about it except blame one another for their inaction. Yet on the streets of their very homes children and mothers starve in the cold. Women are abused in front of blind eyes. THAT is sin! You sought to change that Mistress. You sought to take control and put things right, to save these people from themselves. Not with endless politics or debate, but with action! The choices you have made are construed as evil when in reality the choice to do nothing is far worse! Who are they to judge you when they are guilty of travesties far greater?”

Bliss was silent for what seemed an eternity. Her mind was processing the truths and relevance Abraham preached. Could he be right? Was their purpose behind her schemes? Confusion set in yet she opened her mind to the possibility that her methods in the past were just.

“But there is a right way to accomplish those same goals. Not just with blind rampage and cruel demeanor.” Bliss rebuked.

“These people only understand violence and power. Look at those they worship and idolize. They are people in places of authority, positions of wealth, those who exploit the needs of others. They worship power yet chastise and label those who attempt to put order in its place as evil. You once told me you were not human, merely a pussy granted life, and that my Mistress is your greatest strength. You do not see things the way they do. You are not blinded by these weak human emotions; you seek to do what is right because it IS right. Remake this world in your image, for it will be a just world where famine and war are things of the past, where a fair and patient mind is in control, not bloodthirsty apes.”

Alty crawled her way beside Bliss, grasping at her thigh. “No Bliss. Don’t listen to him. Y, y, you’ve changed… you’ve contained that evil inside of you. Don’t fall back… into that pit of darkness. Learn from your past.”

“Alty? What am I to do?” Bliss nervously inquired.

“You are not strong enough yet to escape the suppression of Aveta, and easily influenced by those around you. For you to overcome that you will need to siphon the energies of those spirits that have escaped into Jabville and your soul to be complete and whole once more. Take back what is rightfully yours my Mistress. Rip the shard from out of this imposter’s heart and let us begin our journey to saving this world before it is too late.”

“He’s using you… as he did… me Bliss.” Alty sobbed, the pain racking her beaten and bruised body making it hard for her to focus and remain conscience “Seducing you with empty promises and hallow truths…. Glllughk!”

Bliss’ arm penetrated Alty’s body, shattering her ribs into a splintered mess. The warm blood spewing out from the vicious wound seemed to only intoxicate Bliss even further.

“YOU!” Bliss snarled violently. “This was all your doing bitch! You are so weak and pathetic, just a failed construct not worthy of my visage. You selfishly opened a gateway to hell and released those souls out onto Jabville. My souls, my nourishment! All so you could gain your humanity. I hope it was worth it.”

With a firm squeeze Bliss slowly crushed Alty’s heart into a red gooey paste as the monstrous apparition of Abraham Irons cackled on behind them. The powerful energies of Alty’s soul materialized around the pink haired witch’s fist and formed a small glowing purple crystal shard no bigger than a diamond. Satisfied that every ounce of Alty’s soul was now contained, Bliss pulled her balled, bloody fist out of the lifeless body of her doppelganger smiling devilishly as it crumpled on the floor.

With the soft spoken words of an ancient lost language Bliss once again reabsorbed the soul shard into her own form. She felt herself grow immensely stronger and the truths of memories forgotten were revealed. Her purpose was once again restored.

“Someone comes my Mistress!”

The otherworldly form of Abraham vanished into itself as Bliss moved towards Alty feigning concern over her death. Quickly she wiped the blood from her hand and immersed herself in emotion.

“BLISS!?” Copy shouted tepidly.

“Copy? It’s horrible.” Bliss moaned, sobbing hysterically as she held Alty’s head to her bosom. “That monstrosity killed her, r, ripped her heart from out of her like nothing.”

Copy settled next to Bliss and knelt beside her taking her hand and trying his best to comfort her. “I’m so sorry Bliss.”

Bliss peered into Copy’s eyes and slowly chanted in the language of her ancient mystical mantra. Her eyes glowed like red rubies reflecting the light of the sun. Copy staggered to his feet unsure what was happening to himself.

“Wha… what are you doing Bliss?” He panicked.

“Sleep.” She whispered in response.

With a sudden thud Copy fell to the floor, and Bliss gently aligned him in a more passive, comfortable position. She was heartbroken she had to do this but she knew Copy would only get in the way of what needed to be done. As quickly as he vanished Abraham Iron’s corporeal form returned to Bliss’ side thirsting for the chance to once again inhabit a body of flesh and bone, blood and life.

“I will feast on his soul and his body will belong to ME!!!”

“No!” Bliss shouted with authority. “So help me Abraham if you harm his soul or his body I will see your withered soul torn to shreds and spread across the countless levels of hell like some sort of ectoplasmic fertilizer! Give it to me. His soul shard will adorn my neck.”

“You love him Mistress? This fool, this pathetic unworthy blasphemer who would rather you kneel like a dog than praise your authority?”

“That is not your concern.” She sternly warned. “What is your concern is inhabiting his body. You will keep the other Copy’s in disarray. Chasing false leads, keeping them busy, keeping them away from Jabville am I clear?

“Yes Mistress.”

Bliss smiled as Abraham handed the orange crystal soul shard that contained Copy’s essence over to her. Proudly she placed it around her neck content that her beloved would be by her side as her master plan unfolded.

“Good. Now let us begin.”

This post has been edited by Bliss: 04 November 2009 - 09:55 PM

[Smut the Monster]

Abraham bows to Bliss slowly, with a pleasant smile rolling across his face, dark arousal shifts into him having witnessed that his dark Mistress has finally returned to finish what she was born to do.

"Yes, my darkest Mistress."

Bliss lifts up her left hand and clenches it tightly, smiling with a firey red-glowing glee in her eyes as she looks into the dark and twisted world of hell before her, ready to begin her conquest.

"I shall rein upon those who'd dare try to seal my fate for what I've started. What was begun needs to be finished, but not quick. Slowly. Slowly so that I may be fueled with each horrible scream and feelings decended from the very souls of them that have eternal fear engraved all over them. The more screams I get, and the more power I get, the more I can be much more than of a powerful god, more than Aveta!"

Bliss turns over to Abraham with a pleased and energetic evil smile, lengthening up straight with her perky breasts jibbling up right and pouty in her venturous and devilish form.

"Abraham, it is time to leave, but before we dwell to the surface and begin My domination.."

Abraham settles up firmly to treat his Mistress's presents with all his respect, awaiting to what needs his Mistress Bliss must require.

"Yes, My Mistress."

Bliss points bitterly at the ground in front of her.

"Start giving me head! I want to go up empowered and I won't face my opposers dry! Start lickin' and don't forget--!"

BURRRRKLE!! But suddenly, the ground beneath Bliss and Abraham shook like a violent earthquake, though Bliss holds her ground steadily as does Abraham, but only slightly keeping balance, as they look around in wonder to what that could be.

"What was that?"

Abraham retraces the energy that had passed them, and quietly scoffs, realizing who it must be.

"It is Smut."

Bliss starts to feel a sudden excitement bellow in her chest that makes her nipples erect and throb, though her expression doesn't change, even when she starts to remember that powerful "weapon" the monster holds.

"Smut? Why do you say that? Copy and I didn't see him at the surface. What's he doing here?"

"You remember when Smut was summoned by Vibor to stop you and the Cockmonster you've created."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and he big green furball tried to turn me into his big, bulbous, submissive little cock, but I scrapped him like yesterday's trash because for some reason or another he couldn't keep his juices in my tits...now why's he here? Did he follow me or something?"

"Actually, my Mistress, Smut followed Copy Of."

"Hmm, explains why I couldn't sense him. Though I guess he was still far from me and Copy and he was probably part of that powerful energy I felt before coming here. What happened to him? How did he become so powerful?"

"When Smut was departed from you after his orgasm, the energy he had built to keep you as his cock has turned mixed with your dark energy that was left behind in him. His mind became sort of bent in a battle that is going on now, and he is now plotting to destroy both sides. The dissatisfying and pitiful darkness that we behold, and pesterous good that the others on the surface abide by. Smut doesn't want any side left, so that he could be at ease, but he'll never get it."

Bliss turns to her side, thinking to herself as she holds a finger to her lips, while her other hand leans down and slides her fingers deeply into her tight pink pussy, with the kinky thoughts she began to plot, the things she could use with that monster's power, and with the side lines of his monsterous meaty member to fuel her sextacy, massively.

"If he's to destroy anything, it should be my pussy!"

Abraham turns to Bliss in worry of her decision. "But my Mistress, Smut has the ability to change you into his penis!"

Bliss interrupts Abraham, to hold his balls in. "Smut could only do that on his own will, but now that he's incapable of holding in his powers to a rate of understanding, it'll be easier to get him to stand by us, for his ease. Besides, he needs a good cunt to fuck, and with all that power in it, I need a good rough fuck 24/7...powers need an upgrade along with my figure." Bliss says, playfully patting her pussy.

Abraham weakly tends onto protest, but he holds his tongue. "Yes, my Mistress."

Bliss stands erect and ready. "Right. Let's go up."

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Moments later, Bliss and Abraham arise from the dark depths of hell, to see the area around them covered with little craters and claw marks on the ground and the walling debre. Bliss looks around for Smut, but could barely see anything in the volcanic ashly fog that's beginning to build.

"Where is he? I don't have time for this marco-polo bullshit. I have a world to possess and I'm not getting any more powerful...wait, what was that!?"

Bliss and Abraham hear a loud crashing thud and scrapping noises, sounding like people digging into the Earth. DURSH!! GRID! GRID! GRID! GRID! Bliss clenches her fists tightly with more powerful blood red energy escaping her fists and her eyes as she and Abraham rush toward the noises' direction. Bliss looks over a small cave-like crater that's building on the ground, the loud pounding noises nearly fill her surroundings as she looks closer into it, the dust and smokey gravel clears up as she then sees a familiar-looking giant figure of fur slashing his claws and grinding his teeth viciously into the ground. It was Smut.

"There you are!" Bliss says to herself before licking her vibrant red lips. But then she takes one step back away when the hulking furry monster suddenly stops, standing up straight quickly with his pointy ears twiddling.

Smut must've heard Bliss's voice, because he then quickly turns around to glare his big yellow-glowing eyes at his encounter. To Bliss, Smut seemed a little different, the penis horns look like they've been broken off with blood dripping from both, his chest brutally carved with some sort of strange symbol Bliss has never seen before, his average structure had turned muscular, his jaws drooling and foaming around and dribbling off his thick sharp teeth.

Bliss feels a shiver down her spine, and nearly wets herself to be confronted with such a beast that looks incredibly terrifying and dangerous that seems, for a moment, to look like it could be out of her control. She could feel an angry growing energy on Smut that seems to nearly take up the rest of the area, nearly making her going into complete extasy, though as for Smut's signature cock that Bliss wanted to see was unviewable, for the dusty fog hasn't cleared completely. Suddenly, Smut arches his chest, his claws rapidly shaking and his jaws quivering with extreme rage as he roars at Bliss that nearly flies her off her feet.

"GGGRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that battle cry, Smut then starts charging toward Bliss at full ravaging speed, making loud, disturbing growls beneath his breath as he hurls his right and left claws at Bliss. Bliss catches on quickly to dodge the attacks and bash Smut in the side of his face with both of her fists going into hyper speed, pounding his face about 12 times, before Smut grows angrier and smacks Bliss into her hips with something that sends her hitting the ground, dirt speckling on her luscious tits as she sits back up to look at Smut, and her eyes widen and her lips quiver and moisten.

Abraham grows concerned within himself, but stands his ground with his arms folded behind his back to observe, seeing that this is no problem for his Mistress, a little grin passing his face as he looks at Smut fighting in a battle that he can't win. "Heh, fool."

Smut's monsterous cock has become 15 inches long and 4 1/2 inches wider than the last time Bliss had seen him, the very sight of its pulsating and fully hardened meat with the huge battered tip dribbling that delicious precum she remembers shooting out of her own mouth at the time she was his cock, and his balls have grown to being miniature footballs still full of the super sperm she wants to get from him.

Bliss then contains her erges and rushes at Smut with the equal speed he had enclosed on her, Bliss impaling vicious, seemingly-very-harmful and nearly fatal punches into his chest, his stomach, his legs, his balls and his face, nailing him with about 255 million punches and kicks of all styles within the evil energy she could sum up. Smut gets a little light in the head, walking backwards holding his head and stomach, but then just flexes his body at Bliss, with his entire cock veining right at her before a huge green beam shoots at her stomach, shooting her a few feet from him before he starts to grow viciously angry again and charges again.

Bliss leans up holding her soft belly, wondering what that strange energy was, but it immediately excellerates the excitement as she feels it only absorb into her, making her body start to levitate, her breasts getting a little bigger, her smile growing wide as her muscles start to feel intamable. BLURRSHHH!!! As Smut clashes down a massive fist down at Bliss's spot where she was hovering above, Bliss reappears and quickly jots her finger slightly onto the back of Smut's head, triggering a quickening wide-spread of a pleased tingle all across Smut's body and mind as he freezes in his place.

Smut's mind turns and relaxes from the incredible high-pitched pain and countless powers that were fighting over his mind, body and heartful spirit, as Bliss's evil energy slowly wins him over, Smut submitting to his knees, his eyes turning to a dark hazel red as he then becomes a little sorrowful looking up to Bliss like a sad puppy who let down his Master he had forgotten all about long ago, making weak and very sad dog-like cries and growls.

Bliss looks down at her new pet, smiling warmly as she controls her energy and gently strokes and pets her hands along Smut's soft mane and spikey fur, her finger tips nestling along his snouty face and stroking back and forth and in circles along the sides of his face and his chin. Smut leans in to nestle his head into Bliss's arms as Bliss smiles with a girlish glee this time, seeing how easily and how intense it seems that she has complete control over such a vicious beast, petting along his back and nestling her head on his, becoming most intoxicated in the power that seems to be odoring from Smut's fur.

"Mmmm...good boy, it's okay, Momma's here...Nice Smutty...poor beast must've been tortured for so long without any reason at all...you just needed a mother's touch..."

Bliss lifts Smut's face up to look into her eyes deeply as she looks into his. "I'll love you forever if you give me your seeds...make Momma happy and strong..." Before she then kisses one of the sides of his lippy jaws. Smut stands up and allows Bliss full access to his monsterous dong which too has calm down, and has become a little more erect and softly smooth, Bliss chuckles warmly at the success of her new pet taking orders at her every whim.

"Heh! Good boy!...I'll make this my throne for the time being..." Bliss comments before she turns around, levitating up and opening her legs so her luscious and delicious cunt is just over the monsterous cock, sliding down and getting it all inside her, fucking down upon it for a nice fit, using her gravitational powers to be able to lay her back against Smut's chest like he were the floor, sliding the massive monsterous green inches inside as it grinds her pussy walls and muscles apart, just how she liked it as her screams of pain and pleasure cover unto Smut's mind, making him drool from the unconscious pleasure he recieves.

"AAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhwwWwwWhh! MMmmmmmmmm!! Yeah, fits better than a glove. Abraham." Bliss calls as Abraham entranced by the oddly sexual and arousing status of his Mistress's successful catch, he shakes his head and walks over to her and Smut's side looking up to her in his respectful manner.

"If my Mistress commands?"

"Yes, I do."

"Very well," Abraham continued as he started to walk toward the Eastern-West direction. "This way, my Mistress."

Bliss grins with her most terrorizing delight, as she playfully rides up and down hard swallowing Smut's cock within her, making him growl every instant in his pleasure to serve her, his hands motioned to be held underneath Bliss's legs to make her throne chair a little more comforting. "Let's go, boy." She says.

And so into the direction fo what could be one of the most greatest and harshest of battles yet to come, 'tis where Bliss, Smut, and Abraham walk to capture Jabville of what can be left of its prime. The sun setting quickly, the hot ashy fog blanketing their surroundings. An atmosphere worthy of an Evil Witch at heart indeed.

This post has been edited by Smut the Monster: 11 November 2009 - 09:19 AM

[Fester]

With a snicker, he pulled a fresh cigarette out of the box and lit it with a portable torch before looking at the screen again.
He shook his head as he read the file and wondered about the reality of this mission. “Where do they get this shit from? I mean it’s like a fantasy novel with scifi elements.”
The computer screen next to him flashed once, catching his attention. “Yeah Julia?”
The voice that came out of the vox box was always low and sultry…with the slight hint of perkiness.
“Erikon, I have decrypted the imperial file, I am loading it to your primary screen right now.”
Erikon nodded as he sucked the cigarette down in one drag before looking at the screen and popping a fresh cigarette in his mouth.
His brow creased as he read more before he shook his head with a frown. “Are you sure these are from the imperial archive?”
The sound of humor was in the computers voice as it answered him cheerfully. “Very sure. They were there for anyone to see, but only certain cyphers can open them. Luckily, this file is old and has not been updated or else I might have had to hack it manually.:
Erikon grumbled. He knew that if Julia had to do that they would have lost all of the information that was on the file as it destroyed itself.
“Are the accounts accurate?”
A smiley face appeared on the secondary screen as Julia answered him. “As far as I can tell…and the source that these reports come from is highly trusted.”
With a smirk he lit his cigarette. “How highly trusted?”
The smiley face turned into a full blown toothy grin. “The reports were all filed by the grand imperial inquisitor Orius Malus.”
Showing emotion for the first time Erikon’s mouth opened for a second in surprise. “That high…”
Julia’s voice seemed to hold a hint of seriousness as she confirmed what he was thinking. “Fester is supposed to be a sorcerer of chaos who Malus has faced in the past. Inquisitor Malus has 238 confirmed encounters with the forces of chaos, and over 33 with the dark one himself. The files go deep in depth to his abilities and his thought processes as observed by imperial psychers. He is listed as extremely dangerous, cruel, and malicious. He has an active DNC (do not confront) except by professionals listed for him, and there are still active bounties for him in 8 systems.”
Erikon frowned as he took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out with a nod. “How long until target system?”
Julia’s screen went blank, before a solar map appeared showing their position compared to the planet in question. “Estimated time of arrival is 2 days 12 hours and 31 seconds.”
Erikon nodded again as he focused on the reports in front of him. “Alright, it looks like I will have to revise my strategy accordingly. Alert me to anything else or as soon as we hit system.”
The screen went blank before Julia replied with a, “Yes dear.” Followed by a girlish giggle.
Erikon grumbled “Saucy bitch.” As he began to read in earnest.

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Piaz and Fester watched as Goblin's beat up VW bus pulled away from the Victorian manor, Walt standing behind them. It was a very pleasant two days, and Fester wouldn’t trade it for anything. Piaz also had a big smile on her face as she waved girlishly at the departing bus. Fester wasn’t sure when it happened…but happily his little one had made a friend.
She stood there with a huge grin on her face, dressed in a blue skirt and vest, with a crisp white top underneath, red tie around her neck, and of course her ever present Ipod and ear buds.
Her hair was loose today, and Fester smiled, though he did prefer the pigtails.
A new edition to her daily ensemble was a black collar decorated with emeralds and a golden bell on the very front that would jingle when she ran or hopped.
Fester originally did it as a joke because the night before Piaz had come into his room wearing cat ears and meowing at him like a kitten…up until she pounced on him which led to other activities.
The only problem was when he tried to take it back, she almost fought him tooth and nail to keep it…so after much begging and pleading Fester made it her official collar, and they left it at that.
Goblin had left explicit instructions on the feeding and care of the cattle eater plants, and she was sure within a week, they would have developed their feeler tendrils and would be moving around and hunting their own food. But until that time, they to still be fed regularly three times a day. They all agreed, and Goblin said she would be back in a few days to check on them again.
Wrapping an arm around Piaz’s shoulder, Fester turned and led her back into the house as Walt closed the front door.
With a look and a smile she asked him about the day. “What do we have planned for today Festy?”
Fester chuckled as he led her into his study and sat in his chair. “Well the only specific thing I have planned is your continuing education.”
Piaz blinked at him as she wondered what she still needed to learn and he smiled. “I noticed that you have a bit of magic in you some time ago, and you know how to heal with it…I thought we could see if we can cultivate your talent and make it stronger.”
Piaz nodded before she bent over in front of him, giving him a very good view of her pink panties as she picked up a snifter, dropping three ice cubes in it before she picked up a bottle of Johnny Walker Black. Pouring two shots of scotch into the snifter then filling it the rest of the way with water, Piaz came over and handed the snifter to him and he took a sip and smiled in satisfaction.
Fester opened his mouth to say something, but as she hopped into his lap she reached into his left inside pocket and pulled out a cigar for him.
Fester chuckled as she took a match and lit the cigar and he blew a couple of puffs to get it burning nicely before he sat his elbow on the chair, still holding the burning tobacco stick. Piaz had taken back the snifter and was holding it for him with a big grin as he smirked at her. “Now…tell me what you know about your mother…”

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Dark Trooper returned to his quarters and was about to dig into the sandwich he got from the mess hall, when his monitor started blinking with a priority message.
“Fuck me to tears!” He growled before he put the sandwich down and pressed the receive button. “This is Dark Trooper.” He said in expectation then bit back a comment as his screen was filled with the face of one of his many superiors.
This one unfortunately was one of his least favorite. “Admiral Isely…to what do I owe this honor?”
Admiral Isely was one of the best admin officers in the fleet…which meant he was great at paper pushing and not a damn thing else.
When the man made admiral…through extensive butt kissing, most hoped he would step on his dick and get booted out or sent to some back water colony so he was never heard from again. Unfortunately the man was even better at ass kissing then he was at administration.
Fat jowled, pug nosed, and little blue beady eyes did not help the man at all. A running joke was if they could beat the enemy through sheer firepower, they would paper bomb them with the admiral’s picture…and scare them into surrendering.
This was not going to be a pleasant communication, and his opening sentence made that abundantly clear. “Why did you push back the gala by two weeks?”
Dark Trooper reigned in his temper and spoke in an even tone. “There is a dangerous species loose on this planet, we are taking steps to cleanse the presence, so I pushed the Gala back in order to do this…it’s all in my report to command sir.”
The admiral waved a stack of papers in front of the monitor, and then made a production of picking up a waste basket, and dropping the report into it. “Your report is hogwash! The triad have never been seen in that area of space, and now suddenly they pop up from no where? And all you have right now are computer simulations showing the triad COULD be on planet. I want hard evidence…not speculation!”
Dark Trooper glared at the man on the monitor as he fought the urge to start cursing repeatedly. “Sir with all due respect…”
The admiral unfortunately cut him off and pointed a stubby finger at the screen. “Enough…you were given the position of command, and it can be taken away just as easily…you have already wasted a ton of resources as I saw from your “report” by taking the 22nd strike marine core out of cryo sleep. No more. The council wants to see this set up you have put into place, and they want to see the improvements you are implementing. The gala will go ahead as originally scheduled in 2 days…make it happen!”
The screen went black and Dark Trooper put his fist through it 3 seconds later.
“That fat, pompous, brown nosed…UGGGHHHH!!!”
After a few seconds and a few deep breaths, Dark Trooper punched the com switch. “Lieutenant.”
His lieutenant’s voice came across the channel but sounded confused. “Yes sir?”
With a further growl Dark Trooper swept the sandwich into the trash. “Meet me in the ready room.”
“Um…yes sir…is your display turned off sir?”
With a sigh he shook his head. “No…it’s broken…an act of wishful thinking. Please have someone in maintenance come replace it…I will see you in 5 mikes.”
“Yes sir…5 mikes.”
Dark Trooper rubbed his eyes as he contemplated the nightmare that was looming over his shoulder. He still hadn’t contacted anyone else about this…and it looked like he wasn’t going to have a choice now.