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The Origin of Sex Kitten
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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