by
Nodrog
Make-Your-Own-Supermegatopia-Hero(ine)
The Adventures of Sex Kitten
Chapter 1: The
Origin of Sex Kitten -or- Death comes to a Robot Mosquito
Sex Kitten, BDSMagazine, the Stupidly Predictable
Gang, and Elmo, the world's fastest mime, are (to the best of my
knowledge) my own personal creations. Feel free to use them in
any way you choose, but just be aware that using Sex Kitten that
way may require you to get stitches and several blood transfusions
later. Everything else in the story probably belongs to Brian and
Stuart Burke, including Sex Kitten's DNA.
Slut Puppy was surveying the city, perched high
above... well, atop of her partner, Horn Dog. "Oooh, yes!" moaned Slut Puppy. "Keep licking right there!" So intent was she on the study of fair Supermegatopia, she didn't even notice
the small, robotic mosquito until it bit her on her... posterior.
With a giggle, she said "Oh, Horn Dog! Been reading that BDSMagazine?"
If Slut Puppy had remembered that Weasel Boy
had recently borrowed the dynamic duo's copy of BDSMagazine for
his mother, Slut Puppy might have realized the sharp prick wasn't
Horn Dog's.
The robotic mosquito, the first part of its mission
complete, flew away.
She-Male was busy in the park, walking Hell Kitty.
To be perfectly honest, shi was busy in the park, CHASING Hell
Kitty. "No! Bad Hell Kitty! Stop chasing the mime!"
Hell Kitty ignored She-Male's entreaties, busy
chasing Elmo, the world's fastest mime. Elmo, the world's fastest
mime, and currently the only still living non-evil mime in the
city, was busy living up to his record as the world's fastest mime.
He leaped over invisible hurdles, opened invisible doors, and trying
to distract Hell-Kitty by throwing invisible cat treats to her.
Hell Kitty ignored Elmo's efforts, and further
more ignored the robot-mosquito, which landed on her head. She
stopped ignoring the mosquito after it had bit her ear.
She-Male ran toward Hell Kitty, hir large breasts
and package swaying in time. Hell Kitty stopped chasing the rapidly
fleeing Elmo and pounced in the air, trying to swat the pesky robot
mosquito out of the air. The robot mosquito flew into the air,
trying to outrun Hell Kitty's claws. The robot mosquito dodged
toward the oncoming She-Male, causing Hell Kitty and She-Male to
collide with a large amount of force. Snarling and enraged, Hell
Kitty tried to claw her way up to the rapidly escaping robot mosquito,
her feet claws tearing the front of She-Male's tights to bits as
her hand claws shredded the parts of She-Male's uniform covering
She-Male's large breasts.
"Oooh, no Hell Kitty!" moaned
She-Male as hir fellow Offender's claws tore hir uniform to bits. "You're getting me excited..."
The robot mosquito buzzed off in relief, barely
dodging a sudden wave of sticky white liquid. Its internal nucleonic
battery nearly depleted, it landed on a nearby rooftop. Unfortunately,
it had chosen the rooftop of the Scanty Shanty, adjacent to the
Supermegatopian Forty-Ninth bank.
Tiger Lass and Mighty Yak leapt onto the roof.
One of Tiger Lass's shapely, dainty feet landed right on top of
the robot mosquito, crushing it.
"Ow!" said Tiger Lass,
scraping the remains of the highly complex, automated nucleonic
powered miniaturized DNA retrieval device (aka robot mosquito)
off her foot. "Are you SURE Owen said to meet him here?"
"Yeah" said Mighty
Yak. "Owen said the Stupidly Predictable Gang has been robbing banks in strict numerical
sequence, and that we were to meet him across the way from their
next target. And they just robbed the Forty-Seventh bank."
"MONTY!" snarled
Tiger Lass. "How can you be so stupid and yet so sexy? The next number after 47 is 48!!! The
Forty-Eighth bank is across town! Come on!"
Tiger Lass led the way, followed by a bewildered
(big surprise) Mighty Yak.
Meanwhile, on the roof of the Scanty Shanty,
costume supplier to the All Stripper Squadron, the crushed remains
of the robot mosquito set, unloved and unmourned. The robot mosquito
was smashed. Destroyed. The three genetic samples it had acquired,
(Slut Puppy, Hell Kitty, and Tiger Lass) were now hopelessly mixed
together. Its delicate AI circuits were crushed like a discarded
kiwis shell, if kiwis had hard, non-edible shells. Fortunately,
its experimental and highly illegal nucleonic power cell was still
intact.
The next morning, high above the Scanty Shanty
building, a dark-gray helicopter flew. Dangling under it was a
large crate of spoiled kiwi fruit. In the helicopter, a very worn
out Bob yawned. He had only gotten this job yesterday, and his
wife had insisted on a celebration. A celebration that had lasted
most of the night and would have made Hewie Heffer, famed founder
of PlayCow magazine, green with envy. Of course, even if Bob had
been wide-awake, he probably would have not have noticed that the
rope under his helicopter was fraying. He probably would have noticed
when the rope broke, causing the dangerously over-loaded crate
of kiwis to fall. However, Bob and his lack of sleep (and the cause
for such lack of sleep) aren't important now. The falling crate
of kiwis is.
The crate of kiwis landed on the roof of the
Scanty Shanty, and, more particularly, landed on the remnants of
the robotic mosquito. The crate split open, spreading the rotting
fruit over the robotic mosquito. The force of the impact also split
the robotic mosquito's nucleonic power cell.
Deep inside the robotic mosquito, strange things
were happening. The scrambled genetic material was bathed in nucleonic
radiation and allowed to merge with the several hundred pounds
of rotten kiwi fruit.
It is a little known fact that rotten kiwi fruit
is an ideal form of organic matter to be assimilated by nucleonic
radiated DNA. It is this fact that probably explains why tons of
Kiwi-jelly doughnuts are delivered annually to Mad Doctor Nesbit's
laboratory.
Late that night, underneath the rotten kiwi fruit,
a form stirred. If any of the spy satellites above Supermegatopia
had been watching, instead of searching for sights of Distraction
Damsel, they might have seen what appeared to be a young, sexually
mature anthro-feline woman rising from the goo. She looked down
at her rotten-kiwi splattered form and said her first word: "Yuck!"
The newly formed feline figure walked over to
the door leading down in the Scanty Shanty and managed to rip the
door off its hinges. With a shrug, she dropped the door onto the
roof and walked into the Scanty Shanty.
A few minutes later, a freshly showered feline
emerged on the street. Her fur was bright orange, with black stripes
on her shoulders, legs, and tail. Her body was the physical example
of perfection that the fan boys demanded in super heroines, and
her breasts were large but still short of the size that would send
bra-manufactures back to the drawing board. She had chosen an outfit
for herself off the Scanty Shanty's racks, picking what she felt
most comfortable in; a fiery red bra that matched her hair and
a short, jet-black skirt. Her tail poked out of a hole in the back
of the skirt, the hole made by her murderously sharp claws. She
turned to admire her reflection in the Scanty Shanty's window,
and then looked around.
On the roof of the Scanty Shanty, three super
heroes appeared. Well, not so much as appeared as repelled down
from a slightly higher building next door. "Yuck! What is this mess!" said Tiger Lass, as she stepped in the remains of the rotten kiwis.
"I don't know, it wasn't here yesterday." said
Mighty Yak.
Weasel Boy ignored the two, stepping to pose
heroically on the ledge of the building. "Silence, you two... we must wait here, for our next chance to apprehend the Stupidly
Predictable Gang!"
"Um, Owen..." said
Tiger Lass. "The bank is over on THAT side of the building."
"I knew that!" lied
Weasel Boy, quickly moving to pose heroically on the correct ledge
of the building.
Just then, the Forty-Ninth Bank's alarms began
to ring. The Stupidly Predictable Gang had just finished raiding
the vault and, as per their usual MO, had set off the alarm after
making sure to leave plenty of fingerprints.
The new feline female turned to face the bank.
While she might not have memory of her origins (lucky girl) or
who she was, she knew the blood of super heroines pumped through
her veins! (Three of them)
The four Stupidly Predictable Gang members broke
the front window of the bank and climbed out; ignoring the unlocked
door they had used to enter the bank. They were turning to prepare
for tomorrow's attack on the Fiftieth Bank when they were attacked.
"What's that, Owen?" asked
Mighty Yak, pointing at where four men dressed in black and white
striped jump suits were being attacked by what appeared to be a
set of four bright orange buzz saws.
"It's the Stupidly Predictable Gang
members!" announced Weasel Boy. "They're being attacked! We must save them, so that we can then beat them up and
take them to jail!"
Weasel Boy and Mighty Yak leaped from the building,
trusting to their trusty Weasel Boy rappelling lines to take them
safely to the ground. Tiger Lass, in the mean time, had spotted
the open doorway and decided to take the much more trustier stairs.
"Halt!" shouted Weasel
Boy. "Release those dirty bank robbers!"
"It's Weasel Boy! OUCH!" shouted
one of the gang members.
"We're YEE-OUCH saved!" shouted
the second.
"OWIE! Quick, take us to jail!" shouted
the third gang member.
The fourth gang member, not really having anything
to say, just bled quietly.
The newly born feline stopped, evildoer blood
dripping from her extended claws. Her breath was fast and ragged,
adrenaline pumping through her veins. Her magnificent chest raised
and lowered in time to her breathing, drawing Weasel Boy's eyes
like a nuclear-powered electro magnet draws iron fillings, scrap
pieces of steal, and large battleships.
"Who are you?" she
snarled, her voice low and husky.
"Um, um..." said
Weasel Boy, franticly trying to remember.
"I'm Monty!" said
Mighty Yak. "That's my secret identity, so don't tell anyone. I'm also Mighty Yak, sidekick
to Weasel Boy here!"
"Weasel Man!" said
Weasel Boy, trying to suck in his gut as much as it could and hoping
that his muscles would stand out.
"Weasel BOY." said
Tiger Lass, walking out of the badly damaged front doorway of the
Scanty Shanty. "You don't get to change it to 'Man' until you stop living with your mom. And
I'm Tiger Lass."
Tiger Lass looked at the girl, feeling an instant
kinship. (If she only knew that 1/3 of her genetic code made up
the girl). "Who are you? A new super heroine?"
The girl frowned. "I...
I guess so. I don't remember anything except waking up on a roof
this morning. I think my name is slu... Sex Kitten. Call me Sex
Kitten."
"Don't know who you are? This looks
like a job for..." said Weasel Boy dramatically.
"Mom!" interrupted
Might Yak. "She'll be sure to help you!"
"Right." said Tiger
Lass. "Mighty Yak, you and I will take Sex Kitten to the Weasel Cave. Owen can take
these four bank robbers to jail. Um, Supermegatopia General Hospital,
THEN jail."
"Aw, but..." said
Weasel Boy as Tiger Lass guided Sex Kitten to the Weasel Mobile.
Later, Greasy Monkey was working on her latest
gadget, a combination Weasel Boy toothbrush, nightlight, and grappling
hook launcher when the Weasel Mobile pulled in.
"Hi, Greasy" said
Mighty Yak. "Look, a new super hero!"
"Heroine!" corrected
Sex Kitten as she stepped out of the car.
The Weasel-Elevator opened, revealing Gretchin
holding a magazine. "Oh, hi, is Owen back yet? I wanted to tell him he could return this magazine
now."
"No ma'am." said
Tiger Lass. "However, we did run across a new super heroine today... one with no memory of
how she got here."
"Another one?" said
Gretchin. "My, you are a cute one. Come with me, dear, we'll see if we can't find a room
for you and figure out where you came with you. And such a darling
shade of red nail polish!" Gretchin hurriedly rolled up the borrowed BDSMagazine and stuck it back in her
purse.
Sex Kitten looked down at her claws, stained
dark red from the drying blood of the Stupidly Predictable Gang. "Very kind, Ms?"
"Call me mistr... Gretchin, dear." said
Gretchin as she led Sex Kitten into the elevator. Gretchin smiled
and pressed the down button on the elevator...
A small robot mosquito looked around, looking
as confused as a small robot mosquito with inarticulate facial
features can look. A figure in the form of another robot mosquito,
this one carrying a scythe, appeared. The two buzzed at each other,
and then the one carrying the scythe led the recently deceased
robot mosquito to where it would be spending its eternity, Third
Banana Heaven - The afterlife of cheap plot gimmicks.
Chapter 2: Every
good superhero deserves... -or- The Look and the Crook
The characters in this story are either the creations
of the Brothers Grimm or me. I give full permission for anyone
who wants to use any of my characters, either in their own story/cartoon
or as a model for drawing. To the best of my knowledge, Sex Kitten,
Spider Queenie, BDSMagazine, the Sterds, Psithackerus Turbluttom
the fifth, and the Skanty Shanty are my original creations.
Gretchin sighed and looked at Sex Kitten. As
every superhero (and every superhero's mom) knows, the important
part of a secret identity is keeping it secret. That is, when in
your secret identity you should act the part as well as you can.
The secret identity Gretchin had chosen for Sex Kitten (after sadly
dismissing the idea of naughty French Maid and personal Cheer Leader)
was that of a young lady recently adopted by Gretchin.
While Sex Kitten was definitely the right gender
and apparent physical age to play the part of a young lady, certain
quirks of her behavior made the part difficult. For one thing,
she absolutely refused to wear more then one layer of clothing.
While she would obediently put on the lacy black underwear Gretchin
had chosen for her, that artistically complimented her bright orange
fur and the black stripes over her taunt belly...
(There will be a slight pause in the narration
while the author goes and takes a cold shower. Please be patient.
Thank you)
While Sex Kitten would obediently put on the
underwear Gretchin chose for her, she would then take off the underwear
before putting on the ivory white dress Gretchin had also chosen,
with the demure neck and waist line. The fact that Gretchin knew
that Sex Kitten was sans-undies was quite exciting to Gretchin.
Er, disturbing. That's right, disturbing.
"Oh well" Gretchin
said to herself. "At least she isn't ripping the underwear off anymore."
Gretchin stepped over the shredded remains of
some slightly used underwear (which had now gone to a far, far
better place, if a better place then Sex Kitten's body can be imagined)
and examined Sex Kitten's appearance critically. In addition to
the modest, ivory-white dress, Sex Kitten had a small pair of dangling
diamond ear-rings clipped to her feline pointed ears. A pair of
ivory white lace gloves were on Sex Kitten's fingers, Only a close
examination would reveal that the small holes at the fingertips
(and thumbtips) of the gloves were not part of the original pattern;
instead, they were the result of Sex Kitten nervously extending
her small but extremely sharp claws.
The black high-healed boots on Sex Kitten's feet,
made of soft leather, had metal plating built into the toe. In
addition to protecting Sex Kitten's feet from clumsy dance partners,
the metal would also keep Sex Kitten's toe claws from shredding
the expensive leather.
"Excellent." said
Gretchin, admiring Sex Kitten's form. "And have you chosen a name for your secret identity? You can, of course, use
the Vayne last name."
Sex Kitten nodded, and then spoke with an odd
accent "I have been looking in the library, and found what looks like a good first name
for myself: Call me Aphrodisia Vayne".
To set the record straight, Sex Kitten had actually
picked the name when watching TV. She had been watching an episode
of "Hunkules: The Legendary Journeys" and noted a character wearing a negligee. Intrigued, she had stayed on the channel
long enough to learn the character’s name. The accent she had swiped from the character 'Duchess' from that classic
Disney movie, "The Aristocats". Anytime Sex Kitten is disguised as Aphrodisia Vayne, just assume that she is
talking in that accent and it will make my job as author much easier,
all right?
In a further attempt to set the record straight,
we will now visit the person who had built the robotic mosquito
that had created the Sex Kitten DNA. Surprisingly, it's someone
who has never met Mad Doctor Nesbit.
It is a well known fact that there is a team
of Evil Chess Players. They meet every Friday night to discuss
plans for world domination over long games of chess. They do this
for two reasons: One, being a group of misfit nerds, they have
no social lives and thus nothing else to do on a Friday night.
Second, judging by the number of evil geniuses who played chess
in movies, it was obvious that chess players were highly intellectual
evil people who discussed plans of world domination. Therefore,
if you played chess, you must also want to take over the world.
This is an example of the type of logic you start to believe if
you play too much chess with other people who also don't have anything
better to do on a Friday night. To date, they have only implemented
three plans to take over the world. Two of the plans had been complete
flops and the third, a plan for one of their members to buy exclusive
rights to a simple operating system and then selling the software to IBM, had been only a qualified success
since that guy had then promptly quit the chess club. Apparently,
he had discovered he preferred spending Friday (and other) nights
computer programming rather then playing chess.
It is slightly less well known (mainly because
noone cares) that in the chess club each member has a piece assigned
to them, based on their rank. There's the black king, the black
bishop, the dark gray knight (due to law suit concerns), the black
rook, and various black pawns. There was, however, no black queen.
In an effort to rectify that problem, the current
black king (Psithackerus Turbluttom the fifth) had downloaded the
plans for a robotic DNA sampling mosquito off the Supermegatopian
Lab website. He had found it while trying to find the Supermegatopian
Lab virtual swimsuit calendar. Using parts he had swiped from his
day job at Radar Shack, he had managed to assemble a robot mosquito
and had sent it out to find DNA samples of the most beautiful,
super-smart females. (Actually, it just went after super females.
Robot mosquitoes aren't really able to judge the intelligence of
their targets) Unfortunately, the first mosquito had yet to arrive.
With a sigh of his first moves countered, Psithackus Turbluttom
set to building a second robot mosquito. And, to make sure it would
find a target, he loosened the mosquito's definition of female.
Loosely speaking, She-Male is female. That is,
9 out of 10 judges would say that She-Male was a female if shi
would just very kindly loosen hir grip on their necks. The 10th
judge would probably have agreed with the other 9, if he hadn't
strangled to death first.
At exactly two minutes and fourteen seconds after
Psithackerus had released his robo- mosquito mark 2, She-Male was
walking down the street in front of the Secret Lair of the Evil
Chess Club. It was clearly marked, with large banners and signs
that reminded any passing females that Friday night was always
ladies night. A large number of women, over the years, had actually
gone in. However, to date, they had all been mothers waiting to
drive their sons back home. She-Male had managed to fob off walking
Hell Kitty on one of the other members of the team and was enjoying
a quiet walk to the Scanty Shanty to see if they had the new line
of extra-reinforced, extra-stretchy underwear in. So, it was probably
just bad luck that She-Male was the first vaguely female thing
the Robo-Mosquito saw.
She-Male's skin, is most fans of Supermegatopian
Superheros know, is virtually impervious. That meant that the poor
robot-mosquito had tried, unsuccessfully, about 10 times to sample
She-Male's DNA before She-Male noticed it. "Dumb bug!" She-Male snarled, swatting the robotic insect and driving it's diamond tipped
sampling needle into hir blood stream. Shi then flicked it with
one mighty finger, sending the damaged device and it's precious
load of She-Male DNA into one of the many facilities owned by Rod
Izspared.
Rod Izspared is the CEO of the Rotten Kiwi Disposal
Agency. Their mission and charter with the city is to get rid of
all the bad, diseased, and spoiled kiwis that are found within
Supermegatopia. Since Kiwi Disposal is a long, difficult task requiring
many hours and specialized handling equipment, Rod Izspared owns
many warehouses throughout Supermegatopia where rotten kiwis can
be stored safely before being disposed of. The facility that our
robot mosquito had just flown into was almost completely full of
rotten kiwis.
Perhaps it was the damage to the robotic mosquito's
optical sensors and neural net, or mayby it was just that the robot
mosquito was feeling suicidal. (Hey, if you were a robot mosquito
who had just tried sampling She-Male's DNA, what would you have
to live for?). Anyway, our robot found itself entangled in a large
spider web. The owner of the web, a large Blank Widow Spider, came
over to investigate it's latest find.
Blank Widow Spiders are a rare bread of spiders
that eat insects that commonly pray on kiwis. If it was just that
the Blank Widow Spider's sting is several times more deadlier then
any other known spider, or the fact that Blank Widow Spider webbing
has been known to hold even rampaging elephants, the Blank Widow
Spider might be considered a city-wide hero for keeping down the
number of insects that would otherwise eat up the Supermegatopian
fruit crop. However, it is a sad fact that anyone bitten by the
Blank Widow Spider gets what can only be described as a "blank, dopey" expression on their face. No one wants to die with a blank, dopey expression
on their face unless the death is brought on by heart failure immediately
after being part of a session with the All Stripper Squadron, Slut
Puppy, and Horn Dog.
The Blank Widow Spider, not intelligent enough
to read the "Warning: Nucleogenetic powerpack onboard. Please contact qualified disposal personnel
if found" label on the side of the robot mosquito, promptly attempted to bite the robot
mosquito in two. The resulting discharge of energy was enough to
send the robot mosquito and the spider hurling into the mountain
of rotten kiwi fruit below.
If one believes comic books, the robot-mosquito
should have now had the proportionate strength, speed, and reflexes
of a spider while also gaining a semi-mystical sense that would
warn him most times of impending danger. In fact, the second robot-mosquito
was dead. Quite dead, I'm sure. I'm so sure, in fact, that I'm
skipping the whole third-banana heaven scene. If you really want
to, you can go back to the first chapter and just reread the last
paragraph.
The spider, on the other hand, was not so lucky.
Deep within the womb of spoiled kiwi fruit, strange changes were
occurring to it. The spider was developing the proportionate strength,
anatomy, and intelligence of... well, She-Male. What emerged from
the rotten womb was... Spider Queenie! Half man, half woman, half
evil spider! (Pause while author admits this does add up to 150%,
but shows the back of his Poetic License where the 'Mathematical
impossibilities' square has been ticked off).
A brief description of Spider Queenie is in order.
For those of week stomachs, you may flip ahead about 4 paragraphs
to where we have another scene featuring Sex Kitten.
Spider Queenie's skin was the texture and feel
of old, polished leather. Shi had two large, glowing red eyes on
the front of hir face and six smaller red eyes spaced around the
sides and back of hir head. Shi had no visible ears, but a visible
nose and mouth that, if you ignored the long fangs, looked almost
human. On hir torso were two large breasts, about the size of large
watermelons. Shi had four humanoid arms on her torso, each hand
having three fingers and a thumb. In the palm of each hand was
a spinneret gland, which could be used to produce spider webbing.
On the back of hir torso were the numbers '12:00' spelled out in
a white LCD font, the sign that shi had once been a blank widow
spider. Hir torso narrowed to a proportionately small waist, then
expanded again as it came to her lower body. Instead of the normal
two legs and tail, shi had four legs and absolutely no tail. Her
legs were long and shapely, with knotted muscles visible as shi walked that promised extremely powerful kicks
and powerful jump. Where a normal anthromorphic furry would have
a tail, shi only had a much larger spinneret gland. As previously
noted, Spider Queenie had inherited She-Male's anatomy. One look
at Spider Queenie would convince all nine previously mentioned
surviving judges that Spider Queenie was a very well endowed hermaphrodite.
Spider Queenie stumbled out of the warehouse,
only to meet a very dejected Psithackerus. Psithackerus stared
in stunned amazement at Spider Queenie, too startled to head the
little voice in his head that was recommending breaking the three
minute mile while traveling in a direction AWAY from the monstrosity
in front of Psithackerus.
Spider Queenie's dark black nostrils flared,
as some sense within her told her that the man in front of hir
was a virgin. With a smile half lustful, half hungry shi reached
out, the spinerettes on hir hands firing a wave of sticky webbing
onto Psithackerus's form. "Yes..." shi said, in a voice designed to earn her a starring role in Arachnophobia 666:
Spider's Revenge. "I must find two suitable candidates if I wish to mate... You and one other...
one who is female... quick... fast...".
To make a long story short, or this story at
least a teeny bit shorter, I will take this time to explain that
Spider Queenie needs to find two virgins, one male, one female,
if shi wishes to reproduce and take over the world with hir millions
of hermaphrodite anthro-spider children. And shi does wish to.
For hir plans to succeed, however, shi will have to engage in sexual
relations, probably on a non-willing basis, with Sex-Kitten. To
keep this plot going, therefore, do not expect Sex-Kitten to have
any sexual relations with guys. You're more likely to see her in
a four way with Gretchin, Tiger-Lass, and Caramel Heap (who does
not really have any particular gender, being merely a sentient
slab of candy). Now, let's go see what Sex Kitten is doing.
Gretchin Vayne had thrown a large, luxurious
party to celebrate the fact that her long lost relative, Aphrodisia
Vayne had been founds and had accepted Gretchin's offer of adoption.
Many of the Supermegatopia Elite were there; the movers, the shakers,
many of whom were also superheros in disguise. Or not in disguise;
since accidentally welding himself into his suit, Iron Mantis had
to attend all functions as himself. Even a few supervillians were
there, on their best behavior; noone was quite sure where Gretchin
had sent Dark Iguana's invitation, but he and his lovely daughter
were here, discussing corporate raiding with Alvin 'Chainsaw' Done-Laps.
Aphrodisia Vayne smiled charmingly at the older
couple in front of her. The two were old friends of Gretchin's,
and so Aphrodisia (aka Sex Kitten) was doing her best to be nice
to them. "You say you're in the magazine publishing business?" she said, in her faux accent. "What type of magazines."
The old goat (He was an anthromorphic goat, and
he was old. What should I call him?) smiled and said, "Oh, a few magazines I'm sure a lady of your charm and station have never heard
of.". To simplify things, I will reveal his name is Baaa Sterd. His wife's name is
Shakennot Sterd.
His wife, who had just hired a new pool boy despite
that the closest thing to a pool on the Sterd property was their
big-enough-for-12 hot tub, nodded in agreement. The young cat girl
in front of them, while very attractive and sexy, looked rather...
well, virginal. Not the sort to have ever heard of any of the Sterd
line of publications.
Aphrodisia also nodded. So far, the only magazine
she had seen was the copy of BDSMagazine Gretchin had held. As
it was, all three of them were wrong; BDSMagazine was in fact a
product of Sterd Up Publications, as was many other magazines of
an adult nature.
"Perhaps you could come to our home
sometime" said Shakennot. "We just had the bedroom redone, and I've been meaning to get Gretchin's opinion
about it."
It was Baaa's turn to nod in agreement. The couple
was firmly agreed that they should try to seduce Aphrodisia Vayne,
a goal that roughly 87% of the party guests here had already decided
upon. However, all their efforts seemed to not; Aphrodisia seemed
too pure minded and innocent to understand their delicate attempts
to find out if she would be willing to join them in a roll in the
hay or, failing that, a quick roll on the carpet.
A young wolf (he was an young anthro wolf. What
should I call him?) tapped Aphrodisia on the shoulder. Soft, romantic
music was coming from the live orchestra Gretchin had hired for
this party. "Would you care to dance?" he asked Aphrodisia, doing his best to look honest, trust worthy, and sexually
virile all at once.
Aprodisia smiled shyly and shook her head. "I
am sorry, sir, but I am afraid I do not yet know how to dance.
Gretchin has promised to teach me, later, in private.". The wolf turned and sighed, dejected.
Later (I.E., after the party), Aphrodisia went
into the bedroom Gretchin had set up for her. Like several of the
bedrooms in this area of the Vayne mansion, it had a connecting
door to Gretchin's own bedroom. shrugged off the pretty white dress
Gretchin had provided. Underneath, she wore nothing at all; something
which would have surprised many of the guests who had regretfully
decided Aphrodisia must be wearing a chastity belt and a 'No Trespassing'
sign, from the amount of interest she had responded to their sexual
innuendoes.
Aphrodisia removed her lace gloves and shoes,
then unlocked the wooden trunk at the foot of the four poster queen
sized bed that took up much of the room here. Inside the trunk
was the outfit Aphrodisia, Grease Monkey, and Gretchin had selected
as her super-hero equipment. First came the tight fitting, low
cut black spandex blouse/skirt combo that held so tight to Aphrodisia/
Sex Kitten's body that at least four of the nine judges would have
sworn that at least part of it had to have been painted on. Sex
Kitten had refused the offer of a Utility belt; instead, she had
five leather bands studded with various compartments, tools, and
metal D-Rings for fastening lines to. Two of the bands wrapped
tightly around her legs, just above her shapely ankles. Two more
went around her wrists. The fifth wrapped around Sex Kitten's neck,
a Utility Collar. Sex Kitten didn't think that a metal D-ring was
necessary on the Utility Collar, but Gretchin had insisted on it. After all, if her utility wrist bracelets and
ankle bracelets had the D-Rings, then so should her Utility Collar.
Her orange tail emerged from a specially made hole in the back
of the tight skirt that cupped her firm, rounded rear.
Sex Kitten took a moment to admire her sleek
form in the mirror. The moonlight spilled in through a window,
reflecting off the jet black costume, the five large metal D-Rings,
and Sex Kitten's sharp white teeth. With a smile she turned from
the mirror. Tiger Lass had volunteered to help train Sex Kitten
in the duties of being a super hero vigilante crime fighter, much
to the disappointment of Weasel Boy.
Later, outside stately Supermegatopia General
Hospital:
"Um, Sex Kitten..." said
Tiger Lass. "You did real well stopping those muggers, and the doctors were pretty sure they
could save at least three of them..."
Sex Kitten nodded, smiling.
"BUT " said Tiger
Lass. "Did you really have to go and slash the muggee that badly?"
Sex Kitten frowned at the sudden down turn in
Tiger Lass's voice. "He tried to touch me." Sex Kitten said, shivering a little at the memory. Sex Kitten was still young
and skittish; the only time she wanted to be in contact with a
male was when she initiated the contact.
"He was trying to shake your hand
in gratitude" explained Tiger Lass. "You have to learn to curb your violent instincts, at times."
Sex Kitten pouted, an expression in the bright
moonlight that only made her more sexually desirable to the author
busy watching from the other side of the computer screen. "The doctors said that it didn't look too bad."
"Yes," said Tiger
Lass, "But that was before the doctors discovered he wasn't Jewish."
Sex Kitten nodded. "Yes
ma'am. Can we go look for more crime to fight?"
Tiger Lass nodded. "Let's
swing by the Evil Chess Club, I heard they recently got a new leader
when the old one mysteriously vanished."
The two swung off into the night, shapely tails
and asses waving in the wind.
From out of the shadows surrounding Supermegatopian
General Hospital (Due to city ordinance, all Supermegatopian buildings
must be surrounded by shadows. This was a real pain to places like
Jim's All Night Spot Light Emporium, which had had to buy several
expensive flood-darks in order to comply.) stepped forth Spider
Queenie. Shi smiled a cold, cruel smile. "The tigress has been made impure (She'd done the horizontal tango. She'd been
with a man. She'd had sex, ok? And I don't meen the type she did
alone while thinking of Mighty Yak.), but the kitten... she is
still pure. She will do nicely. And my children shall take over
the world... while mommy tends the web and plays with hir two sex
toys.". Chuckling sinisterly, Spider Queenie retreated to hir secret hideout. Actually,
it was just a warehouse shi was renting that had running water,
convenient access to major back alleys, and a fully stocked dungeon.
Super villains are a surprisingly strong customer base for renting
warehouses.
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