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While her personality had not changed much in the short weeks spent inside the pocket dimension, her motivations suddenly had. The dream of the brothel world held inside her pocket was now a dream shared by everyone, and if any Otter decided to get in the way of that dream. They’d be locked up and put aside.\n\nMuch like she herself had been when over a hundred deputies and a full team of sheriff’s fully equipped to knock down her entire hometown in order to get her. Though her ‘last stand’ had been rather embarrassing. Given the shootout started while she had been taking it up the ass by her younger brother. The wave of fire came so fast she had no time to call for any backup, and as soon as she awoke. It was time for a brutal interrogation.\n\nJust thinking about it now, as she lay hung upside down. Made her blood boil with slutty masochism. Sandy was well and truly trapped in a web of ropes as if she was a butterfly held down with strands of steel. She was quite used to having things stuffed into her mouth, hell she’d taken a blowjobs elective for one of her college credits. But this gag pushed her to her limits, every sharp tooth affixed to the sphere at such an angle that any lesser girl would certainly choke under this gag. A common tactic in core, jawbreaker ball gags were supposed to leave suspects in pain and embarrassed. Slowly forcing them to give in with very little effort.\n\nBut her current captor seemed to already know Sandy like the back of her hand. That, or the Sheriff was just that skilled when it came to dealing with vicious Atlantian traitors. Petal was left strung up and cute in her new white attire, drooling submissive with a smile on her face before the iron serpent turned her attention to the southern bell. The instant their eyes met Sandy’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes becoming fuzzy.\n\n“It’s your turn cowgirl~ I know a Otter like yourself can take a lot more than a virgin Leshy. Let’s get to know eachother better, for one. She was juuust the beginning. I can’t believe a cutie pie like yourself stole from Arrest. Not that that’ll happen again. You’re already halfway there Sandy, but I can smell a troublemakers spirit from a mile away. Let’s have some fun while I introduce you to the collar, ok?” The snakes replacing her hair hissed, seductively. As Sandy without words showed that she was completely on board for the affair. You couldn't rape the willing.\n\nIt was a long, moderately difficult battle for the serpent to keep her cool. Inches away from flying into the act. Out of a mirriad of solutions, she picked several that would target a over consensual pervert like herself.Then an idea struck her, and her fangs showed. The edges of her lips rising up in a smile as if guided by two invisible pulleys. ”Just don’t hold your breath” And with that, she coiled her body around her busty brown target. Pulsing with energy as she tested her limits. Winding around everything from her shoulder blades, to around the chest. Even covering her eyes, the cobra like tip teasing at her ear flirtatiously.\n\nThough blind, Sandy could more than sense the presence of the serpents lips next to her exposed. Well oiled sex. As anyone would when a beautiful girl barring the jaws of a crocodile and the venom of a million sea serpents drew near. If Revel were inspired to, for even an instant. She could rip the otter limb from limb with her teeth alone. A single misbehaved serpent could nip her in the thigh. Flooding her veins with deadly neurotoxin. Sure with her PERVS the otter could not stay dead. But repeated executions was a torture used by far less ruthless captors than she.\n\nSandy whimpered at the harsh treatment, yet the note just seemed to indicate that she was enjoying it. Body screaming yes with terror. Then, she felt the tongue slip in. Thin, forked, and utterly prehensile. It knew her, it wanted her. Yet just as it reached her heavenly G spot, the serpent's jaws clamped down over her hips like a vice. Forcing her bound legs to stretch open, accommodating the dominatrixes head between her plentiful thighs. “Ummmmph!” She protested, given little warning more time to prepare.\n\nHer athletic, amphibious body strained. The intensity of this mating session quite high even for her, there were no techniques no level of practice that could make her defences anymore steeper. She could not scream for help, nor beg to slow down. As helpless as a mouse caught in the grasp of a constricting serpent. Her neck was grasped from behind, and manhandled to stay in place. The indomitable strength of the sheriff not budging in the slightest even when she kicked. Her struggles only giving more room for her captor to force herself.\n\nIt was with ease that Revel tightly wove her mechanical tail around Sandy’s busty body. Outpreforming the ropes to a T. With every breath, panicked twitch, or moan the southern bell gave. Her viper squeezed harder, trying to extract her lovers potion by force. The session went long, each minute dragging by like an hour. Especially as the serpent grew more creative. Using her tail to constrict her chest so that the otter’s poor nipples would be forced into their tight roped prison.\n\nYet with every particle of fear came a primal rush, a unmatchable thrill of the flesh that no woman could ignore. Who wouldn't feel alive when they were but a mistake away from a brush with death, at the mercy of a unknown and powerful captor. Something in the back of Sandy’s mind screamed at her. That it would all end the instant she finished. Powerless though she was, it was obvious to a professional like herself that her session could only last minutes before she’d receive the sweet ecstacy of being able to cum.\n\nJust when she was within one hundredth of it, her mistress could sense her bodies needs even better than she. Revealing such as she withdrew. Shocking Sandy with a less than kind paddling of her generous ass. “Frrrm Mrrrow!” The Otter cursed, a pissed, but downright misty eyed expression of need covering her face as the sadist simply edged her on. She tried to run with it, to ride the wave of masochism cleanly into the orgasm she wanted. But it was no use, her body went right into survival mode. And no sexpert had that level of control over their own sex.\n\nSandy was wound down from her perilous high by a senseless spanking with a softened paddle. Lucky was she that her struggles had amused the sheriff for the day. Who easily had the strength to force this implement of padded wood through the several foot thick armored door with a flick of the wrist. Yet it still felt like she was getting the hell beaten out of her by a gang of street thugs. Ever a master of dominating the many creatures of the universe. Revel knew that Otter’s fur was exceptionally hard to bruise. Making her buns look just as appetizing to her captor as well as any casual observer.\n\nJust as Sandy was sure she could take no more, Revel switched back to the stick. In this time taking an acrobatic pose to have her way with a strap on. Her hypnotic, predators eyes locking with Sandy’s as she forced the intimacy all over again. The tool was a downright sexual weapon, coated in a lube that prevented the loss of sensitivity. And vibrating several times faster than a recreational model. Sandy’s screams reached a crushendo, then were pushed into an encore as between every gasp her heart poured forth more tortured cries of ecstasy. “AHHM! MOOOOH! OOOPH~ ERRRRM!”\n\nRising so high, meant she only fell lower. When Revel restricted at the last possible instant. Sandy was just destroyed this time, looking at her mistress with a torn obedient expression, jaw limp to her soaking wet ballgag and wondering whatever she’d done to deserve this as one beautiful thought rose above all others. How she would worship to have the opportunity for release, and indeed in this moment. Kill. But she could only witness secondhand while Revel took the final steps on herself. Fingering her own sex while smiling with a wicked grin affixed on justice.\n\nSandy was sweating heavily, looking weak, and defeated. But Revel realigned her ropes, and dug out something extra special. At even the slightest hint of pleasure Sandy looked up with stuffed jaws like the most eager whore in the galaxy. A chastity belt was tightly locked between her legs. With it forcing in two formidable toys. Made of a silicon so tough she felt like a heavy metal robot was forcing itself on her. Each vibrated and pulsed like it was alive. But so slowly they could never finish the job.\n\n“That’s a good girl Sandy, now. Isn't the meaning of god a kind one? When you’re nice and ready, it’ll go back to the way you want. Better even, service is so, sooo rewarding my dear. You really will find it better this way.” Revel spoke like a recruiter, truly believing these words from the bottom of her heart as she looked into the Otters deranged looking eyes. Her words being heard, but not processed until much later.\n\nSatisfied with another days work in the job that just keeps giving. Revel returned to part 2 of her strut. Rising to her full height as the door slid open into a vault like complex built stronger than any fortress at the very heart of the entire station. Keeping it all together with rows of hundreds of cages just like hers. This location always had a silent, foreboding air to it. Rarely explored as the automatic processes of rehabilitation slowly ground down the resolve of even the most resilient criminals and sinners. But, when they needed the job done fast. They called in her.\n\nWhich is, why she was not at all amused to see a mechanical drake, and a Leshy out of uniform. Prancing around aimlessly, the plant like male hanging from her neck. “These numbers don’t make any sense, what if we never find her and everyone leaves without usssss?” He groans, while the old school drakes analytical mind was more than up to the task of finding a pattern in the construction that would be necessary to uncover the secret of the numbering scheme. Of course, it helped to see the same dominatrix they’d found with Petal outright walk out of the chamber they needed!\n\n“Ohmygod, ohmygod!” Clover piped up, pointing at the figure before taking cover behind Mitten’s neck. A wise choice as it did not take long for her to identify them as non-workers. Raising up her tail countless microbots would shoot from the woodwork with incredible vigor. Snatching into place a thousand fold to assemble the shape of a drill along her tail where she responded with an orchestra of hisses. “Those who aren’t cleared to enter the vault never leave darlings, stand still. You’re about to be very, very comfortable.”\n\nThen, lunging outwards. The drill along her tail would fire off a freakishly large quantity of burrowing grenades half the size of Clover. Bouncing off the unbreakable metal walls due to her aim to fill the entire bottom of the chamber with bouncing mole bombs. Combat routines seamlessly booted up in sequence. A dysfunctional net of programs finally blossoming forth to the purpose that she’d altered them for. Throwing Clover onto her back.She retaliated with wave of fire breath that caused a chain of explosions. Shrapnel tore through the most vulnerable parts of her outer shell yet ricocheted off the components of her thickly armored core.\n\nIt was reptile against reptile, with Mittens being the most capable of handling her in a fight. The lab modified poison at her fangs having no effect on a non organic creature. The sheriff avoided the brunt of the blast by catapulting up to the ceiling. Tail spike burrowing it’s way to anchor itself in the steel. More nanobots assembled quickly into the shape of a wrecking ball. One that’d be far more effective if she could use the entire length of her body to get momentum. Clover screamed in hysteria as Mittens charged in. The weapon half assembled and gathering its energy for a swing hard enough to turn the both of them into a pancake.\n\n“Clover! When I give the signal, I need your help!” Mitten’s directed, choosing to communicate instead of pressing the attack. By the time it was made, she’d gotten close enough that a full powered swing was impossible. Instead, the sheriff simply dropped it like an anvil on top of their heads. Such an attack still carried lethal force, yet lacked the speed to hit it’s target. With a snap Mitten’s reversed their course and jumped back. A clicking sound indicating that she was switching weapons systems. In this case, to bondage.\n\nFrom her shoulders, wings and tail several steel like bands just like the rope that had been used on Sandy and Petal wrapped around the boulder with great speed. As Revel attempted to retrieve it here was a struggle, her claws tearing into the metal to try and get purchase as two heavy duty machines soon found themselves in a stalemate. Their size too equal to call a victor. “Sig, nal!” “You really need better lines.” “Coocoo-screw you.” With that, Clover tipped the scales himself. Wrapping two vines around the heavy duty door handles and the other two around the chain the tug of war was held over.\n\nTorn from the ceiling with an explosive pop, Revel wasted no time in turning her explosive drill around for a scorpions sting. Something Mittens was ready for. With a sound like a car wreck she opened her jaws and teeth rumbled to life like a wood chipper. Nanobots flew in every direction, her jaw snapped. Inches and inches of dragon face eroded away compared to three feet of drill. Before sensing the time was right, she snapped her head to the ground collapsing what remained of the weapon. Before turning her own tail around to lash out akin to a stinger. But instead of poison, the same heavy duty bands targeted almost every part of her frame. Revel was tied up with the only thing she could not break out of. Her own body. Tail wound around several times and secured by high tension rope. With her own tail deep into her mouth.\n\nThe damage she’d taken to the face had sent haywire all sorts of unintended systems, as she quickly found out. Mitten’s, literally picking her jaw up off the floor. Replied. “He- ey-ey-y, we dID it!” While her cohort cheered, heavily mumbled. Looking back at him made the android extremely embarrassed. As he flailed around blindly. Arms behind his back. Bound almost exactly like his mate. A single vine around his back functioned as a seeing eye dog. Feeling around on the ground before grabbing the immobilized police officer and throwing her to the gap between the door and the wall.\n\nThough to a normal person the closing system would have peeled them open like a tube of cookie dough. Revel simply found herself between a rock and a hard place. Constricted as she struggled to slip out of her own coils. On their last legs, it was time to leave. “Ok oooogieb-booogie. Wegot-her.” She radiod into their compatriots. Disheartened to find that they were not instantly transported away. Several seconds passed and she gave a nervous sigh.\n\nThus began a tricky ordeal of the little dragon squeezing through to rescue the two thankfully diminutive creatures on the other end. Their part of the plan  Looking between the two Leshy’s who could scarcely help a canary escape from a cat. She opted to open the mystery box. Using a series of keys on the hanging otter.\n\nMethodically freeing her body first. The dragoness was frustrated to find that every key had a digitally encoded lock. Even still, she knew that whoever had put her here was hasty. According to CORE regulations locked ropes were to be secured in such a way that trying the wrong key would result in an alarm going off and all nearby locks clamping shut for 24 hours at the minimum. While the average person might see danger in this, Yet she was able to turn turn away with her clumsy paws. Freeing everything, first her tail began to wiggle. Then her strong thighs swayed to the invisible rhythm of the torious member.\n\nStill only concerning herself with physically freeing her body, the dragoness simply took mounting concern that the Otter’s body seemed quite useless. Weakly kicking or flopping around as she made progress. Her hard nipples bulging out the instant given the opportunity. All the while the southern bell was not even able to lift her head from the floor. Whining and drooling shamelessly in a puddle. Though only a minute or so passed by, to her it felt like forever until her gag was removed.\n\nThough her jaw felt like it would downright snap as soon as she tried to rush into speech. The darling muttered out. “Belt, beeeelt!” Reaching for the adamant clasp fruitlessly with a pained huff. It was no use, fitted to her body perfectly so tight even without the devils dicks inside of her she’d ever be able to feel it’s harsh hug. With only one key remaining, a rather embarrassed android moved swiftly to free her. Wrist being grabbed to hasten the process. As soon as the lock was undone there was a flurry of motion, a surge of power.\n\nLike a vampire leaping unto their victim to drain every last drop of life essence. With a girly, shameful, undignified growl the Otter threw herself mercilessly on the toy. Using the nearest implement to pleasure herself with great efficiency. Within seconds groaning out in orgasm with a confident smile on her lips. Rising without a lick of difficulty, her vitality restored with the familiar ritual. “Howdy, names Sandy. Let’s bust outta this here tin can.” She stood up, and yanked the pink Leshy off her station in the ceiling before diving out of the slim opening in the door before Mitten’s could even question it.\n\nBy the time she managed to squeeze back out of the narrow entryway her slutty companion had already donned a wardrobe of tight leather belts and the destroyed remains of a locking pair of high heels. “Weig- way- wait up!” The damaged dragon limped hurriedly behind, one wing crunched out of place as Sandy challenged her to keep pace. Hoping to avoid the wrath of an army of more deputies and drones she knew to be on their way. “Mighty fine work work with that two faced snake, you lasso’d her up real proper. Didn't even die.” She remarked with a smile.\nChest flopping in an adventurous gait, the dragon at her hips squeeled. “Whe- We are- Where’re we going?” With little options at her disposal, she was using a spare leash to tug along a grumpy Clover. Who was confused and hated the taste of sterile metal beneath his sensitive paws. “Giddy up girl come on, I ain't leavin this two horse town without Dopplepopolis.” It was then that, above the sound of her own metallic claws against the floor. Sandy was doing something, muttering under her breath the same repeated phrase. Instantly following it, was a very dull thudding sound elsewhere in the halls.\n\nSoon, they were lead beneath the door of an indistinct vault. One of hundreds amidst the center of the ship. Their cowgirl looked stumped, but now it was Mittens turn to feel clever. Well familiar with the designs of prison ships, all she simply did. Was walk up the incline of a pentaagonal portion of an apparent wall. Her own personal gravity instantly shifting to fit. Just as she was about to share this enlightening detail with her comrade. She heard her stick two fingers in her mouth and whistle. “And gimme a side saddle!”\n\nThe impossibly thick door was blasted off it’s hinged hard enough to make half the station quake. Mittens was glad her ears were digital, Petal and Clover each had earplugs, but they bumped into each other as either of them jumped in reaction to what had happened. FInally finding themselves together again. Meanwhile the girl who caused the blast had nary a care in the world. The force of the blast was more than enough to knock loose what was on the other side. A smoking metal clad decanter of some sort, and a motorcycle that ate Harley Davidson himself for breakfast.\n\nIt landed on it’s side but with a mind of its own righted itself and zoomed around in a circle to avoid striking Sandy. It’s air intake winnying out of the horse like figure mounted on its front. Not regularly impressed with more modern technology, Mittens had to admit she was taken aback by this example. A remake of a classical craft that saw Atlantean military use. Given loving touches by its owner. It’s beaded, uneven metal treads looked to be sheaths of some sort. More than strong enough to drive over several landmines without fail.\n\n“I missed you old girl, so. While I appropriate us outta here. Mind explaining why I’m getting rescued?” She asked rather ironically, picking up the two Leshy to place into a body sack designed for capturing Bandit’s in the middle of battle. It had plenty of space for either of them who got on with their reunion immediately in ways not only a plant would find sensible. Mittens climbed into a attached passenger car. Limp tail simply hanging out the side while one arm held in various major components of her own anatomy.\n\n“Oooooooeeeeeewwwww, lond story.” The drake replied, beginning a garbled report of what had happened over just the last few hours. Having to question whether or not the busty girl was listening over the roar of the engine. Only responding with nods and very occasional clarification on unimportant details like Cyanide’s cup size. About halfway finished, they were interrupted. The sound of approaching deputies finally rushing in at one end of the labyrinth like complex. “Hold your horses partner, we’re goin for a ride.”\n\nMitten’s was reluctant to fight again, wanting to turn around to flee. But her partner. Fed up with talking, she held up one finger. Nodding her head. “Well when I say so, let a rip!” Turning a corner and finding four, displaced looking lawmen traveling at top speeds. Each of them flying behind a wrecking ball rolling along on of the 5 sides of the long chamber. Crying out from the depths of her non beating heart, Mittens panicked. Yet was kept in place by a far, far too secure seat belt snapping into place that instantly left her trapped.\n\n(They’ll flatten us!) She wanted to say, robotic gibbering getting worse under stress compiled with the far louder sound of demolition equipment. Tilting her head back to hollar, Sandy seemingly had no need of her eyes as she twisted around the room yelling. “Yeeeeeeehaaaaaw! Dust Devil!” Firing outside of the decanter was a grenade launcher that emulated filth. With six quick pulls of the crude trigger it sent out five gas grenades that belched out smoke like nobody's business. Instantly filling the confined, if large area with muck impossible to see through.\n\nNow unable to see, they were far more open to a followup to attack. Each of them switched to thermal vision at once and where blown back when a broken wave of fire breath disintegrated all of their clothes. Blind, in shock, two chains tangled together and that was all the chain reaction they needed to cause their formation to collapse. Sandy zipped through the one open side at top speeds. Howling all the way, they set out to reunite with the other members of their impromptu prison break.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMeanwhile, at the same time on nearly the other half of the station. Four convinced convicts were getting their asses kicked, well. Atleast one of them was taking it up the ass, yet it was proving quite the embarrassing rout. Rescuing Beowulf had proven easy, yet it was the aftermath they were not prepared for. Triggering the maximum alarm possible in the fortress prison and drawing in nigh every single available deputy and drone to respond. Which had, coincidentally. Given their cohorts time to doddle with a perverted serpent.\n\nThe brawl was taking place in the colossal sized prisoner bay of the ship. With a galaxy home to countless sentient races, felons of all sizes were detained here. In this particular district, all hapless damsels had to be above sixty four feet in height. Though technically there was no live weapons fire. A part of the firefight did indeed take place in the fine prison bay. The title of which has nothing to do with the quality of imprisonment. But indeed the smallest registered size category CORE had. At less than 6 inches. It was quite literally a small supply cabinet in the home of the giants.\n\nSo Cyanide laid there, next to a itty bitty service panel she’d torn open with her teeth. The finest cyber security in the universe was great and all. But she’d bypassed it by directly accessing the machinery for the lockdown protocol. Indeed, the guts of the machine were torn out before her, enough to bring a gasp to Mittens lips. Circut had been crudely tied up using a compilation of several available outfits in this prisoners wing. Just so that her power could be regulated not to fry the system. Her hands were covered with tiny sleeping sacks made for elementals a fraction of her size. Most of her body was bound in tiny, crude lengths of adamant rope. In perhaps the greatest feat of jury rigged engineering. She’d taken an utterly puny Pill Bug girl, balled her up, and offered her a route out of the prison. That meant servicing as Circut’s ballgag.\n\nTied into place without protest, her agonizing moans (the current flowing through her body was akin to a highly intense sauna, but nowhere near enough to kill a life form equipped with pervs) were completely lost. Waiting for a deus ex machina, the scaredy mouse could only hold Circut into place to continue powering the shield generator while an army of two dozen rodents less than a few inches tall formed formations with little bitty microbot weapons (well, little being about the size of her head) Slamming into the castle she’d created. That only partly worried her.\n\nWhat did worry her was the towering, dragon like law girls who could barely be contained in the olympic sized main hall they were standing in. Torching her shield in combined shifts of one minute at a time with white hot flames. The interior of the shield was certainly feeling like an oven, and it’s overall integrity wavered. But did not break. Unfortunately, this gave our heroine little to do besides licking Circut’s pussy like it owed her money. Even as she repulsively thought of new insults for the narrator with every passing, peril filled second.\n\n\n\n\n\nBeowulf, showing superhuman endurance. Was locked in battle with Doctor Cassius. Who was stripped naked to his multiracial unicorn undergarments, covered in kiss marks, and pissed. It was a war of attrition that he was sure not to win. Yet apparently the cape clad hero was armed at the hip with one of the strongest weapons in the galaxy. Indeed, his own eight inch long shaft bathing the room in more golden light than the three giants combined. Smacked appart wrecking balls, humped through enormous drills, and parried attacks with a mix of skill and berzerkers ferocity. Yearning from everything from his posture to strategy to launch back on the offencive. Yet he was a wolf man bound with useless arms against a tiny, hard to hit, nearly indestructible spider with an online degree and six arms piloted with such autonomy he barely had to try.\n\nThe only thing that kept the silent captain from being finished off outright, was an inexplicable surge of wind that propelled him out of the way at the last second. The first time Boogiegirl had seen it, she was astounded by the act of magic. Afterall, he was a prisoner and any lustful equipment should have been taken from him on entry. He did not exactly have the capacity to correct her mistake, and she did not have the capacity to listen. As the most capable fighter of the group, even without a hint of battlefield experience. She got the worst opponent imaginable.\n\n\nThe wizard battle was perhaps the most one sided yet oddly safe encounters taking place in the room. Boogiegirl had to play her cards right to the chest, using magic with the most minimal range. Something was deeply wrong with her imaginary protector. Every time he’d try to cooperate for her with a long distance spell he was suddenly struck with an enormous blow. The only routine pattern is that these counterspells seemed to leave her two faced black fox just as stunned as she was, magically speaking. Often the flashes of flame and sparkles would stop for a couple seconds as she got greedy. Like a referee calling for a time out. Yet these were fowls he could ill afford. While each act of missed magic brought her closer to capture.\n\nHer only saving grace was that bringing her to harm in order to force surrender was not the victory that Bubbles was fighting for. Indeed, her complexion was one of that like a responsible friend dragging their drunk cohort into the back of a taxi instead of a car. “Shhh, hey come on it’s alright. You’re being so incredible right now, I’m really proud actually! But it’s time to stop Boogie. It’s just cruel that they made you fight me. When everyone else would have lost too.” While the ponies magic came with greater effort at every spell. He seemed numb to any expenditure of his maneuvers. Simply minimizing damage as if to make her save face.\n\nSpecifically, Boogie alternated between blasting giant women at the sorceress and turning their herculean bindings into exotic pieces of flak to launch at the speed of sound. Having given up on aim long ago. One by one the giants were seized with a far steadier invisible hand in midair. Being lined back up to their minimalistic kneeling position in more order than they had been before. All of them too atrophied from their time spent bound to attempt an escape. The pyromancer took out her frustrations on the fragmentation attacks. Torching them with so much fire it left Boogiegirl sweating. Her membrain main terribly out of order.\n\n\nIn short, the scene was so confusing, violent, and filled with bright sparkly blasts that a criminal set of triplet orca women with epilepsy were having seizures despite their thick leather blindfolds. It looked like, out of everyone. Despite being the most fit fighter, Beowulf would fall first. Being pushed back to an entryway that had only brought waves of reinforcements in the past as Cassius used a dragon shaped cannon to force his positioning. That’s when the sound of a roaring motor began getting louder and louder. A metal on metal sound that few had heard of and no one expected.\n\nIt just so happened, that the giant guards finished their fire barrage, preparing one last overwhelming torch session to throttle past the power output of the tiny elemental. Thinking it her last chance, Boogiegirl tried to cast an extra fast teleport spell to send Cyanide to safety. Only being met by a counterspell and sad eyes from Bubbles. In this moment of silence. A slutty Otter suffering heavy wardrobe malfunction drove in past Beowulf at 120 miles an hour. Impaling Cassius through the chest with an extra long anti material sniper rifle equipped with hollow point bullets and a bayonet.\n\nMounted against a special stand in her bike to avoid breaking her own arm, the lance swooped the heavy lawman off his feet with a splat of artificial green blood. Though instantly he reached out to free himself. He was interrupted when she began pulling the trigger. Rounds blasting into his mouth being the only noise filling the room as she emptied the entire drum barrel of bullets square onto their target. Doing about twenty donuts in celebration, in her eyes. As she spun out and crashed into the double dozen tiny officers.\n\nCassius no longer had a face, not that he needed one. Hooked up into the CORE network he could easily use the eyes of every other deputy in the same room to respond accordingly. No, the most important part of this charge. Was that Mittens decided to help with a pinned target in range. “F-f-flare- Firebreath!” She called out, attempting to torch the varment only to realize the last blast she’d done had put too much strain on a damaged system.. Damage so severe sparks began flying from the exposed gash in her chest compartment. The power was routed to another break weapon instead The resounding wave of anti materiel energy halfway melted through the middle of Sandy’s cycle but also free’d Beowulf, Clover, and Petal from their bindings. (And clothing) As it caused no damage to organic life.\n\nThe rifle was thrown from it’s anchor, with all four of their reinforcements about to careen and explode into a solid alloy wall. When hurricane force winds took control of the environment. Catching them far more softly than the quick end of their lives should it not have come. Not just wind was in the air but moisture, akin to a storms cloud cover. Within instants all deputies shifted to thermal imaging. But this was driven haywire due to the fact that the entire half of the room next to Cyanide was so hot that the clouds sweeping it away made almost everything 100 degrees.\n\n\n\n\nFinally, after twelve seconds the mist cleared. A mixture of eight outlaws and heroes stood up against five women and one man of the law. A mouse that pried out the damaged fire and bondage subsystems of Mittens with a crowbar. Restoring her into fighting shape. An elemental blowing the clouds away with her little wings. A mess of fluids best left to the imagination dripping from her leg. Two Leshy holding hands, glad to be reunited yet out of their depth. A nude Otter holding a shiny plasma rifle. And A tired pony with her main mangled bent down in the same posture on all fours as the wolf man. Who was completely fine if not for a somewhat stretched posterior. “LISTEN!!!” He barked.\n\nFacing them, just as organized. A black fox who was the cleanest and most relaxed out of anyone in the room, three hundred foot tall giant dragon women, and a small multi armed doctor who’d suffered extensive damage. So much so he was taking up the rear having on the spot facial reconstruction at the courtesy of an automated hovering stretcher. Lead by a multi headed serpent who outranked all of them.\n\nBeowulf continued. “We need our three fastest fighters to go and free my ship. Otter, Rat. Pick a Leshy and go.” Sandy was clueless as to how he knew she still had a ride. But was not about to argue. A flash of bronze light would reveal another cycle identical to the first but without a sidecar. Then, following through. She attempted to reach for Petal. “No! Hey, she doesn't know how to merge. She can’t help you anyways.” Clover insisted, about to volunteer before their quickly self appointed leader said. “No, we need another Leshy here. Just go.” They zoomed off, Cyanide holding on tightly to what belt remained on Sandy’s body as they popped a wheelie and Circut outpacing them entirely in a flare of green light. Narrowly escaping as the attacking force charged. Spreading out to cut off avenues for their allies.\n\nTheir opponents spoke on a closed circut, private channel of communication. Virtually as good as telepathy. “This is sheriff Revel, giiirls we are in the thick of it. All the escapees are here, aprehend with maximum force so they don’t feel a thing. I invoke the right to suspend your connection to the core matrix so you can follow me. Heed this order, put down the prison break.”\n\nEveryone got ready for a brawl, while Beowulf still directed their forces. “Andragon, that sheriffs got to go. It’s more important than getting out of here with one of the taller drakes.” Mittens expressed serious concerns with his priorities. “This is a prison break! Not a gift shop, if you get us out of here. You can fuck this dragon!” Yet she responded again anyways. Moving to draw her attention, which guided by rage of a previous defeat. Indeed caused her to peel off leading the formation to turn her into spare parts.\n\nWith a moment's time bought, Beowulf scooped up Clover on his tail and placed him on Boogiegirls back. “Uh, why-” He asked, believing it a really bad idea to embrace the one ally they had who had no use for physical strength at all. The pony was nervous as she imagined whatever last, unignorable part of the plan remained involved her getting maimed quite badly and needing the rapid healing. Expressing. “I don’t-” Before utterly running out of time as a chain of explosions created by her rival tore open holes in the floor leading up to her. She got slapped on the rear end, pointed right at the archmage, and told. “FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC B***!” Sharply censoring his statement before galloping around the blasts for her life.\n\nMeanwhile, in the important first third of the plan. Cyanide called out to Sandy, wanting to make a personal detour along the way. Cassius had experienced a downright terrible day. No doubt his shame would be the talk of the break room for months, but all of that would be forgotten if he could simply recapture the labrat without any complications and ride the high of his research to the top of the medical community.\n\nComplications drove up to him just as the half dozen hard working mechanical arms and welding tools were halfway through the delicate process of perfectly recreating his individualized face. In particular, his multiple eyes cause them extensive labour. Each one being crafted on the spot as if by 3D printer. Instantly he began fidgeting under great stress, no one was looking at the duo approaching him. Something quickly rectified by a panicked series of messages that caused a dragon to turn her attention just seconds too late.\n\nSandy emptied 4 electromagnetic rounds from a specialized revolver into the medically modified half of the platform before pistol whipping it hard. All the while Cyanide fought to pry it off with her crowbar. Needing only the simplest tools. The doctor was pissed, lashing out and breaking away from the three restraining strips there to keep him in place less a misplaced welding torch cause the bot anymore work than it already had. He threw a punch at Sandy that she was quick to dodge before starting to strangle Cyanide with great effectiveness. Electing not to crush her neck outright so he’d be able to get to work as soon as possible.\n\nA rush of regret and adrenal juices fueled the not at all terrible idea for Cyanide to depress the throttle on the side of the platform to its highest point. Rockets on the rear end shooting her and Cassius off chaotically into the distance. Not at all keeping a stable pattern they flew like two angry rag dolls. Sandy could only laugh, spinning the pistol in her hand for just a moment to watch the hell unfold while taking note of its general pattern. Before taking aim and squeezing off two well aimed shots. One at the hand he used to cling to the Cyan. The other at the one he used to anchor himself to the platform. Causing him to fall directly into the hellish melee below while the rat narrowly managed to stabilize and continue onward to their destination.\n\nThe sounds of battle died down as they entered a neighboring chamber housing a top of the line Stellar Navis. Specially constructed for her. With no feasible means of escape. Her skin was bronze, akin to that of an amazon. Her body generally humanoid in shape save for the fact that she lacked arms and the thighs of her legs melded into a long tail capable of propelling her through space. Her head had a cute hairstyle going over one eye and her entire colour scheme was painted in glorious gold and brown as if tattooed.\n\nDue to her pervasive position, the lady as long as three football fields scarcely noticed them enter. In her mouth housed a enormous rubber bit. With a web of straps securing her down into a compartment the exact shape of her body. These docking clamps formed the entirety of her bondage. Working in perfect unison with a orange prisoners suit quite identical to what Cyanide had on earlier. Her entire body was shiny, as if coated in a thin layer of oil. While a fucking machine the size of an industrial drill worked away tirelessly between her legs, day and night. She was being disciplined, and had been for a while.\n\n“Oh my harem!” Cyanide gasped, smoothly sliding in virtual silence with her hoverboard. “Look at the size of those hungolomghnonoloughongous!” Indeed, the size of a Navis’s breasts was directly proportional to the amount of damage they could dish out. And this frigate had two size F’s so massive that they may just have been proportionally larger than even Sandy’s chests. Her ‘guns’ depowered and locked away with nipple clamps strong enough to crush a man. Out of every feature of her body the room struggled to contain them. Indeed her own face nestled heavily into them for sheer lack of room.\n\nCyanide almost fell off her board when Sandy threw a large plasma cannon into her arms. “Well, this aint your first rodeo is it? We gotta un-hogtie this bessy or-” “Holy shit or we won’t get the cattle to Montana before winter?” Cyan remarked back. Causing her cohort to laugh heartily once again. Ever amused by her simple antics. “That’s a good one, where and what in the hell is Montana?”\n\n\nWhile teamwork and firepower won the day in one battle, another had far steeper odds. It was Mittens alone holding off the brunt of the enemies numbers. Revel, and three giants. They were housed in a room the size of an epic gymnasium. The enormous girls bound to every corner of the walls seeming tiny in the grand scheme of it all. One of the deputies grew cocky. Walking ahead out of formation against orders. “I eat kobolds like this for breakfast.” She growled as Revel directed her to stop.\n\nMitten’s smiled a broken grin, though several of her allies believed her to be little more than dead weight. Another damsel at this point to drag home. She had a simple objective, and would need to be balsley as hell to pull it off. Without hesitation, as soon as the opportunity grew Cyanide activated her full Sadism system. Her most powerful combat form. A salvo of missiles leaped forth, spreading out all across their battlefield. Revel, wisely called for assistance from Bubbles. Who was fully occupied herself giving her attention to not harming Boogie. “We’re under attack, take care of the missiles.”\n\nSo Bubbles, annoyed. Reached out with her magic to detonate one in a neat little unbreakable sphere expecting a moderate blast. What she did not expect was for each of the bombs to have a nuclear yield of 20 kilotons. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She squealed in a vibrant rising pitch. The missiles each drawing closer as she was stunned and ill prepared. If even one went off without her control then the entire battle would end for everyone in a blast capable of wiping any non-deputy off the face of the earth for good.\n\nSo, out of the three dozen salvo. Missiles began blinking out of existence. Each was too sensitive for a teleport spell to work properly on. With multiple going on at once it took all that she had. One by one they vanished, but each time they only traveled a fraction of the distance. The first, harmlessly detonated twenty miles away from the station in space. But one after one they got closer. Until she had to shield each individual bomb personally to limit the blast as to not tear the base apart. In the end, it looked like she was just about to make it. When Boogiegirl realized she had the opportunity to cast her own spell.\n\nGoing in for a finishing blow, her objective was to teleport Bubble’s artificial brain right out of her head. So they could run off with it like she’d seen in all those late night drama’s. Well, Bubbles. Who reacted on instinct. Did not let her get the opportunity. Counterspelling at the last instant when one bomb remained. This bomb, went off directly on the chest of the large deputy that tried to dodge it by turning to the side. Yet did not annihilate everyone.\n\nThe mage, managed to at the last second. Create a large shield around the giant. Trapping her in with the blast yet preventing the entire station from going up. Radiation spilled out with deadly thickness. Blanketing every living creature in a dose that’d kill them in a matter of minutes. But it was Boogie’s turn to do damage control. Sweeping it all herself out into space. Any remaining rads being treated by PERVS over time. For a time, she had to wonder whether it would be best to stop her friend before everyone perished in the crossfire of another attack. From the other room Cyanide yelled. “Yeah! Go Metal Gear Mittens!” Despite not being able to see or hear anything.\n\n“I always wondered why people don’t use their strongest attack first.” Said Mittens, who was amused with the light show. Licking one of her paws in boredom. Sheriff lead deputies attacked with all the speed they could muster. Looking to tear her apart before anything like the first salvo could be launched out again. Only to see that she had far more fire power where that came from. Launching out where about ten balloon like battle bots that hovered in the air. Each then proceeded to fire off a battery of laser attacks aimed at the weak points of the giants. Targeting limbs, nipples, and the structural points of their weapons.\n\nRevel followed protocol, creating a dragons head cannon to fire at her from a distance. Something her weapons were uniquely prepared to deal with. Lasers turned their attention to her projectiles as they flew. Acting at point defence and rendering every supersonic dragons tooth useless at it burst in midair. Before quickly they targeted the other exposed dragon's teeth. Blowing up the weapon entirely.\n\nThe draconian woman next to the sheriff raised her own flamethrower to torch her into a pile of ash. But found that the smaller drake was already in the air. Wings beating like a hummingbird with two high powered rockets causing her to gain great speed as she went over the flame. Landing on the drakes nose, flexing her body open as large as possible. She called on every remaining gun, bomb, and trick left to lay into her at once.\n\nShotguns sprouted from her eyes, a howitzer from her chest, her brain stuck out to shoot lasers in all directions, uzi’s took the place of her claws, her elbows shot fire, acid spit from her teeth, miniguns released from her hips, her knee’s shot a string of grenades, her shoulder fired bolts of lighting, her back shot out a dozen drones that all added their own ordinance to the mix, a mirriad of weaponry a testament to the starwalker of Sadism herself. Debbys.\n\nThe giant's head was blasted off by seemingly ten thousand rounds. Her skull catapulted hard in a gorey shower of ultraviolence into her accomplice which knocked her off her feet. From the giants shoulder Mitten’s shot every single part of the remaining giants body. Blowing off pieces due to the sheer number of projectiles. Ending her in a matter of seconds in a seemingly unstoppable barrage.\n\nBut a far more skilled serpent slithered up the body of the giant Mittens stood on just as the recol from her cannons toppled the remains of the deputy. All of her guns aimed up at the roof which was blown clean off. Bubbles having to take the time once again to keep in all the air as the infinite bounds of space leaked in all around them. Finally, Revel got to a position to put an end to this. Striking from directly behind to suck the drake into her wood shipper like tornado gun that was set to kill.\n\nThis deific firepower created an opening for a far more skilled officer to take control however. And without a massive, unmissable target. The weaknesses in Mitten’s design began to show themselves. Between the recoil constantly pushing her back and the illusive dance of hops rolls and twists. She stood no chance to intercept with any blow more effective than a low calibur graze until she was right on top of the walking armory.\n\nIn one single blow of her tail Revel split the dragon in half, who rolled down the body of the giant all the way to the floor. Sparking and shuddering. The outcome decided in an instant. Everyone's ears still ringing from the seemingly never ending spray of bullets and bombs. A disquiet calm fell over officer and convict alike. Many wondering if it was done, the outcome decided. They got their awnser.\n\nTwo halves acting in paralel. Mitten’s tail wound around Revels in a harness. Her claws clamping to the floor before she turned her entire frontal torso around. Revealing her largest gun yet. In a flash of quick reactions, Revel threw her hammer with the might of thor while Mittens opened fire. Each one was torn apart in a matter of seconds. A small, black box sprouting forth as the only piece undamaged on either side by the exchange. Designed to withstand utterly anything, to shield their minds from death at all cost so they could be rebuilt.\n\nA secondary explosion followed and all the lights of nearby power went out. Replaced by a distant sun, and a unspeakably massive gas giant they were orbiting for the sake of fuel, complete with a large asteroid belt, even the artificial gravity went dark filled instead with the gentle magic of Boogiegirl pulling everyone to the floor. In the sky, over a hundred drones began to assemble. Many trying emergency action to weld critical systems back together while others flew about capturing a number of giant (and worse yet, tiny) prisoners that had been blasted into the void. A number tried to come into the air pocket Bubbles had made. But were repelled. She did not want them to screw things up any worse then they already where.\n\nRetrieving the black boxes of both Revel and Mittens, Bubbles had them float around her head in a simple orbit. “Ok, wow. Out of hand much? Boogie, my sweet filly. Let’s just stop all this, clean up the mess, and figure out the next step. Our little Mittens blew up so bad she’ll need a whole new body, and it’s not like you can keep doing your show while being a criminal. This can all just, go away.” She say with extra conviction.\n\nClover instantly checked to make sure Petal was OK. Who indeed, had clutched Boogiegirl's leg at the first opportunity. Wrapping vines around him like she never wanted to let go. “Hey don’t listen to her, she’s manipulating you Boogiegirl! They’ve lied to you from the start about where this was and what they want to do. If you go back, you’ll never know if it’s the truth, and Mittens, all of us will get the book thrown our way!” He says with conviction, standing atop her back like a little spartan even while his body was threatening to be squished.\n\nShe seemed very surprised, snapped out of a panicked stupor born of feeling far out of her depth. Beowulf spoke. “This entire station is a glorified hand of Arrest, plucking any who take her eye with only the thin veil of law to back it up. Almost no one here has committed a real crime Boogie. Especially you.” “Teena de babba, hun jill guy it!” Petal chirped in support. All of this simply left Bubbles with a far more pissed of expression. Fed up with the taste of drama herself, Boogiegirl shifted her weight onto her haunches, only asking one simple thing. “Is this true?”\n\nThe air seemed to get thinner. As if somebody was paying less attention to keeping it intact and may have let a small hole or two pass their attention. “Only if you don’t look at the big picture, everyone here has consequences to pay for their actions. Even Mittens was a extremist rebel making scenes like this happen every other week. And no one stays here for long, everyone who can. Is rehabilitated, fast. If they stay longer than a year, it’s our failure.” “So, what am I in rehab?” Boogiegirl asks coldly, Clover being so bold as to follow. “Was Petal? She never did anything wrong, there’s no one she even could hurt on Ferox!”\n\nBubbles seemed sad, a look of defeat replacing the confidence she’d otherwise held tight in her gaze. “I guess, maby we all should be.” Her ear twitched as if noticing something. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Then, she ceased to exist. Unfortunately, following her almost instantly. The metal panels of the floor began to buckle and bend. “This is very bad!” Clover called out over the loud noise. Plugging Petals ears with a pair of vines as everything began to come apart around them. Even Boogiegirl had to take charge and keep a small life bubble around them all. That’s when they got the call. “Hey everyone, we rustled up the ship! Get yer sorry behinds over here, none of us can fly.” Sandy called over the radio.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMoments later everyone was situated inside of the Shooting Star. Entering the vessel revealed her true biomechanical nature, they were situated in the bridge of her body. Not to be confused with the pilots room. Hanging above their heads was a large, glowing heart. Pounding steadily, underfoot was an organic metal hybrid that Clover and Petal each found acceptable. Beowulf had booked it clean past them to pilot the vessel and none of the doors were responding. Just as they pulled out of the prison a large, holographic display portrayed their environment in 360 degrees around them. As well as a map of their destination, portraying a loop around the gas giant. Yet nobody paid much attention to that, far more pressing was the image of the entire ship breaking into pieces.\n\n“Is, is she picking it apart for all of us. So we can escape?” Boogiegirl asked, taking just a moment to get her bearings and fix her complexion. But rather then all of the pieces falling apart at an equal rate. They seemed to be compiling in odd directions. Cyanide shook her head. “We got like fucking fifteen pages left. Get comfortable. Either two people are getting fucked. Or-” “Isa gian debluie!” Petal pointed, jumping up and down. The entire crew watched in awe, as the station peeled itself apart due to the extreme pressure of magic. Forming into a giant, nine tailed fox. Thousands of drones were picked apart. Their thrusters being planted on the back so it could move. With a flash, two eyes opened and it unleashed a cosmic howl that radiated down to the very soul.\n\nBeowulf, seemed to miss all of that. Coming over the intercom. “Ok girls we made it out of there in good time, and there’s not a drone that can keep up with our lovely Star. Who you should thank for saving you all by the way. Now if any of you fine young women want to come thank me I’ll open the captains quarters just this once so you can come and use me to tickle your throat with.” Cyanide growled, holding a hand out to Clover. “Rainberry.” “Huh? It’s not lunchtime.” “Gimme a f***** rainbow coloured berry.”\n\nCyanide marched into the pilots room which had a blissfully ignorant Beowulf prostrated. His annoying, gold lined flacid cock being covered by nothing more than a speedo. It was quite the spectacular room, there was a song like hum in the voice of a woman, and her tender brain. The size of an elephant. Pulsed transparently with life, all of her thoughts, passions, and sensations being visible like a looking glass. Then turning every colour of the rainbow when Cyanide flung a fruit at the captains head.\n\n“LOOK YOU F***** IDIOT IF YOU DON’T HANDLE THAT MONSTER HAREM BE D*** I WILL MUTINY AND SPEND THE LAST MINUTE OF FREEDOM I HAVE LEFT CHEWING YOUR N*** OFF!”\n\nIn the other room, the intercom quickly reported. “We’re under attack!” After everyone short of the ship facepalmed, they banked dramatically. Avoiding a bite from the megafox big enough to easily swallow them whole. Explaining. “Ok new crew! We need to loop a quarter way around the gas giant to get enough speed off the gravity to get to the nearest star and get the harem outta here! We need that elemental to report to her battle station. Otherwise, they stripped all the other guns and useful parts of the ship off. So watch as I gloriously-!!! s***!” The voice cut out as everyone was thrown off their feet and to the side except for Boogiegirl and Circut.\n\nThe naive elemental, wondering what her awesome battlestation would be. Flew into a highlighted chamber. There, all of her bindings were clipped away. Including the steaming hot Rolly Polly girl who scuttled away. Replacing it, were a series of rigid straps that bound her legs together kneeling before spreading them apart. Her arms were seized in straitjacket like fashion and a ball gag was launched into her mouth like a gun. Everything knitted in an extra tight, revealing harness around her. As suddenly in every square inch of the room choice cuts of pornography were taken and displayed everywhere. This much hardcore content trumped everything she’d yet seen. Distracting the elemental and pressing turn ons she didn't know she had.\n\nThen, a tiny mechanical hand inserted three vibrators into her sex and one into her rear end. Causing her to squeal and kick, making no progress in the sound proofed reactor room. As she tried to speak, a new program came online. Detailing for the casual observer what she had to say. “HELP! What’s wrong, I’m, lost! This is a lot, oh sugar honey iced tea!” A dildo, about sized for a human. Neared her with great aggression, doing everything she could. Straining her wings at top speed was not enough to avoid her fate as the multi textured, ribbed cock slick in sensitivity increasing lube powered through at 10/10 speed. Her body accommodating it like she never knew she could, it’s form barely even flexing behind her now highly spread open sex.\n\n\nOutside, Bubbles’s city sized golem locked together all of it’s tails in a trap. “We’re surrounded!” Sandy called out, clutching to a metal railing for dear life. Not daring to sit in one of the chairs Clover had tried. Which strapped him down with about 30 seatbelts rendering the Leshy immobile. “Faithless little sea badger, that just means we can fire in all directions. Star! Full power, wish overdrive!”\n\nMoving as dynamically as a mermaid, Star spiralled dozens of times, picking up speed. Internally motion dampeners strained to keep the entire crew from becoming pinballs. Her nipples powered up with heavenly light. Before firing off dozens of streaking energy projectiles that twisted like fireworks in every direction. She wound up following one curving wave of twenty blasts that was heading right to the gas giant.\n\n“ROOOWL!” They heard a canine like howl as everything was covered up by clouds of debris. There was not a crew member aboard that did not fear an impact. Yet, miraculously. They were able to fly right through a newly torn impact crater. Cassius, who had all of his arms and legs broken in the explosion. Watching the ship fly by at the speed of sound with a furrowed brow.\n\n“We’re in the home stretch, now we just need 5 minutes over the asteroid field and we’ll get our slingshot to the stars.” Beowulf informed everyone. Star danced along the surface of the field, several of the rocks bigger than herself. But most about the size of Circut. Checking the instruments on his dashboard. Beowulf was not impressed. The elemental was reaching her maximum threshold too fast. On her fifth orgasm already, he determined she must have already gone through thorough use today. Struggling to make each last as long as possible. “We’ve got one more attack like that left in us.” He informed everybody.\n\nSandy, who had largely been focused on not getting thrown around like a ragdoll. Was not happy to hear the voice behind her. “You’ll not get to use it.” The instant she turned around she was attacked by Bubbles. Who’d warped onboard the ship in the middle of their barrage. With enough bindings to take them all into custody. She did not use magic, rather driving her mechanically augmented fangs into the flesh of Sandy’s right arm. Not wanting another sly quickdraw.\n\nShe did still manage to yank out another gun, but it’d not even finished forming before he’d casted a minor spell to superheat the handle until she was forced to drop it almost instantly. Though not ready for a fight, the rag tag crew did their best to spring into action. Clover unleashed all his vines at once, yet the fox replied by waving his tail like a fan. Pulverizing them like a weed wacker. The stress of such caused the poor leshy to Buckle over. Relying on his mates help to even stand.Boogiegirl raised a hoof, sincerely desiring to help but fearing another counterspell.\n\nThere was much more she feared, and had to fear actually. All around them the room portrayed the enormous fox putting itself hastily back together as it ran along the asteroid belt. Gaining on them. Sandy was manhandled barkling, kicking, hissing, and whining as she was forced into an automatically retracting Space Vixen™ ponysuit. Which bound her bit and bridle with arms tucked into V shaped binders. Hoof clad feet so useless she went tumbling to the side at the first minor turn.. She was completely subdued.\n\nA heaping surge of nanobots on a scale as of yet unforetold assembled into rows and rows of dragon cannons, mole launchers, and tornado’s. Suddenly an impossible number of exploding dragons teeth pounded on the outside, the occasional mole bomb slipped through and blasted countless subsystems, while a storm of scrap metal wore down the integrity of Star’s hull at every single chance. It was all beowulf could do to dodge the larger mole launcher drills which could spell certain doom in a moments notice.\n\n“This is what power is Boogiegirl. I wish it wasn't but it’s just a fact. Girls like us don’t get to make some decisions in our lives and that’s fine. It’s what we do after those decisions that counts. You know this is just a mistake.. Come back with me, we’ve got some shows to make, and there’s a lot it’s time to teach you.” Noticing her still conflicted expression gave him pause. Stroking his temper. “What is it!? Grow up, everyone has to take the pain with the pleasure. That’s how all of this works, and if anyone besides me were right here. You’d be a traitor for life. Do you even care about your dreams? If I don’t beat you, and you’ll be fighting. Forever. Think how hard that is.”\n\nSensing a good chance to make her move, Cyanide leapt from the pilots room and flew to the large industrial plasma rifle they’d left on the other end. Before she could close half the distance, a fiery burst ripped it into pieces without effort. Knocking her to the floor. Wanting to return his attention to Boogiegirl. He growled when the rat started to stand up. Ears ringing, whiskers black with soot. “S*** o** o* t***!” Bubbles Called out, before looking surprised at her own mouth. Ears aggressively turned down at Boogiegirl. “**** ** **** ***.” The girl said, words utterly lost.\n\nWalking back to the side of her newfound friend, Cyan talked down to the little fox. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, and less sense than anyone I’ve ever met. You keep talking on a loop like you know it all. Keeping her down, doing anything it takes for your fragile ego. And the fact I got to spell this out for you makes me sick.” The fox walked around the pair slowly, far more akin to a wolf. “And that’s that you can’t win bub. You could drag us all back kicking and screaming, you can torture us till the heat death of the universe. But Boogie’s never going to forget, she’ll never trust you again. And though you may have her twisted up inside, that love you thought you could have had was gone the minute she figured you out.”\n\nDownright amused by her words, Bubbles smugly looked at Boogiegirl. And felt her heart get ripped out by her expression alone. She'd completely and utterly given up on her. Tail between her legs. She walked forward, not able to put to voice any apologies, or able to think straight at all as to what this could mean for any plan. Or what she had to do. So lost was she, there was no room in his pitty filled brain to notice that she was taking on a greenish colour. “Boogie-” “Cut. Get out of here Bubbles. You don’t belong here.”\n\nThere was a clear struggle, almost matched one for one as Bubbles was messily teleported out of the room. Leaving the pony with a forlorn, misty eyed expression as she nuzzled Cyanide for support. It was like she had been smudged out by an eraser she sent her right outside the hull of Star. Which was being pulverized to the point of capitulation, instantly she was forced to stop and after several seconds things calmed down. Cyanide noticed the two black boxes, belonging to Mittens and Revel. Had clattered to the floor. Beowulf called. “Ok boys and girls, we’re fucked! Star’s too beat up to make a jump through the sun now. The heat would go right through her hull and bake us all.”\n\nFaced by a new problem, hardly anyone had time to notice during their dramatic encounter that the megafox had already exceeded the progress of the shooting star. And was now standing directly ahead of it. Though it’s head was bent in grief. It’s tails stretched out in every direction like that of the star behind it. Ready to end any attempt of slipping by. “It’s recovered, there’s a new wave of fire coming in. Make peace with your gods, there’s coke and brandy in the mini fridge.” Beowulf called out.\n\nCyanide’s head was spinning. They needed a miracle now. Star had to be patched up in a matter of minutes not days. Using all of their remaining firepower would scarcely buy much time. And Boogie did not stand a chance of matching all of her ex’s magic. She felt like an chemist a pinch of toxin away from a lethal brew. All of her comrades had given their best efforts, including herself, and there was nothing left to do. Well, except to throw all they had into doing their best.\n\nYet, Boogie still had great reservations even after making her stand against Bubbles. The image seemed to choke the freedom out of all space around them as the pony cowered away from it. Where everybody else saw just a towering ship made out of a station in the venue of a fox. She saw something far more sinister. Perhaps it was just a hallucination, or a childish imagination gone awry. But to her the true monster stood miles behind it. A towering fox big enough to eat the stars. Made out of pure energy and puppeteering it’s every moment with an endless series of tails. All guided by Bubbles via a manmade mind that knew no fatigue, no hesitation and no confusion.\n\nThere was one thing left for Cyanide to say, she herself possessed as the only one who could do it. Perhaps later, when they were comrades in arms. Could the mare be able to reach out to any of her friends. But in this moment, through her special. Poisoned eyes. She fully understood what Boogiegirl saw. Smirking despite it all. “Yeah, it’s there alright. I see it too.” Boogie looked at her in shock while she continued. “You never needed to do that, the only thing to worry about. Is in here.” She pointed up to the heart lining the ceiling. Glowing blood illuminating the room.\n\nEveryone who could flew into action, Boogiegirl pranced forward unfettered. Phasing through several walls to walk on the very front of the ship as Beowulf took on combat maneuvers. Charging right for the enormous fox. Her expression one of resolve. This time when a sweeping wave of gunfire came in the captain was not alone. As Boogie pushed herself to the limit. Pulling up two large asteroids from the belt to fend off attacks. They swung around at high speeds, covered in a haze of purple and pink energy shooting off like sparklers. At times even teleporting to get in the way of oncoming blasts. While Beowulf opened fire in a controlled volly. Not wanting to use up all that Clover had in her just yet.\n\n“Hey Captain D*** Mouth, can you hear me?” She asks Beowulf, limping hurriedly over to the two Leshy left in the room. One of whom was dizzy while the other consoled him. The pilot returned an aggravated. “I am two buttons away from sending you to the pixie molestation chamber.” “Good, sign me and Petal up.” She ordered, snapping her fingers “Come on girl, it’s not so bad.” She instructed the pink Petal, holding her hand while walking for the door that stayed closed. Clover followed closely behind. “Where are we doing?” Cyanide looked at him seriously. “Uhh, something… innovative.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds like a blooming idea!” They felt the ship change it’s maneuvers.\n\n“You really want to spend your last few min- Fine, open the doors.” Replied the captain, who’s instincts all guided him to try her course of action. Though not a leader, he smelled a sense of purpose she’d not held in a long time. One that just might narrowly be enough to get them out of here. Petals room was surprisingly large, a white void like place filled with unseen toys and alight with screens. A den of sordid pleasures galore fit to house many Elements larger than her. But it was not because of her power that she came in here, well not directly.\n\nWearing many hats, it was with surprising tact that she asked the couple. “Ok, we’re safe here. Now what in Harem’s name is Petal really? Anything that could help us get out of here. Is best for everyone.” She inquired, instantly causing Clover to go sheepish. Holding hands, with time running out. He explained. “Ok, ok… Whew… So… Petal, is not exactly a Leshy.” He said, questioning his tongue even in these dire straits. Trying to pretend that the peril could not be further away even as the occasional sound of a distant crash anchored him to their reality.\n\n“I never was like all the other Leshy, they didn't get the way I think, question things. All my life I just wanted to see more, and watch. One night-” Despite being in the generator room a particularly devastating blast made the lights blink out. Forcing her into action. “Clover! There’s no time, I need, I… Hey, translate for me. Tell her I need to ask questions.” Immediately the Leshy showed concern, glancing at his mate and not wanting to worry her. “Why?” “Because it’s go time, and we need all hands on deck. There’s not anyone else here who’d try to get her pink rear in gear. Because I know about how she was taken.” The rat points out.\n\nThe boy squeezed her hand, but nodded. Calmly churring in Leshy that the two would talk. Cyanide impored. “How can you turn enormous?” “Why’s that-” She snapped her fingers. “No commentary, I need a straight talker to her right now. Can you do that Clover?” Swallowing his tongue. Hee transferred over, without filter. What Cyan had to say. Concern flushed over his mates face, and he quickly responded with. “She says she can’t, we’re not on Ferox.” But Cyanide saw the girl sweat. Standing with Clover between them. A vine playing nervously with her ear. And knew she had to persist.\n\n“Bull, why won’t she tell the truth?” Petal took a step away as Clover timidly shared her remark. The reply being. “Why could she trust you when you aren’t one of us?” Cyanide angrily gestured all around as the room shook. “You see any Leshy escape pods around here, news flash. You’re with us little girl like it or not.” Before Clover could finish relaying the message she stormed off. Quipping. “Maby I don’t want to be!” Yet she picked a bad room to flee. As Cyanide demonstrated by whistleing, activating a series of mechanisms that sprout up. Leaving both her and her mate prostrated with their legs spread and their asses up. Wrists bound in tiny steel chains. “Keep going! This is for the good of her too.” She barked at Clover, pressing the issue further. Leering over the bound form of Petal.\n\n“Just who the hell are you!? I’ve never met a Leshy so stubborn in my whole life.” The pink plant girl barked back angrily now. “Err, she told you just to stick something somewhere the sun doesn't... Er.” “Tell her to shut up! I did not risk it all to-!” There was a loud slapping sound as Petal tore out of her restrains with a quadruplet of vines. One slapping the rat right across the fact hard enough to send her to the floor as she stood suspended with them. Menacingly. (Damn it! Thought for sure she’d reveal herself there, I forgot Leshy have those stupid vines! But she did prove my point, there’s not a plant babe alive who’d have the gumption to do that.)\n\nAs Petal moved closer. Ready to slap a bitch into enough bindings that she’d not have to deal with her insolent complaints during the rest of the battle. Cyanide pointed her finger, calling out. “Tell her to stop, tell her who let you go and got you all the way here. Tell her that every single boy and girl on this ship has just as much hurt as she does.” She highlighted at the last minute. And as Clover quickly explained. The violence in her eyes gave way to guilt. She hung a little bit lower, yet still towered over the four foot tall rat.\n\nAs she started speaking this time, the roses tears bubbled up and fell onto the floor. Going on. “This isn't about taking care of some enemy, we’ve been cought before and we always get away. It’s about you! As soon as this is all done at best you’ll use us for nothing but air and food till it’s time to part ways. And you’ll ditch us wherever it suits you! And that’s if we’re lucky.” “You’re the only one here lieing to anyone, and it’s to yourself! Both of you are more scared of the universe than anyone I’ve ever seen. It’s toxic! If you can rely on others half as much as you depend on each other. Then you can both learn so much.”\n\nNow collapsed onto her hands and knees at her mates side, Petal hysterically bawled out. Which Clover, now teared up himself said. “I can’t! I’m the worst, anyone else could save the day but I can’t.” “And not just you who can move on, the entire world will grow-” “The outside world is too big for me! I never wanted to leave.” “That’s why we want you to rely on us, just six people in your same shoes. To believe in us. Love is never lesser when shared, and we can share that love with you.” Cyanide said, now close enough to pet the tearful Leshy on the petals.\n\n“Love?” She asked, looking up in the eyes of the scientist that she thought could never have understood such a thing. Tender feelings, feelings from Eons ago. Long before Core, or even the birth of the galaxy. There was a great race of titans, as old as life itself. They did not want to reach out further into the world they found themselves in. So they created the starwalkers instead. Who went out in a great odyssey of untold discovery. Yet when they came back, each of them had changed. Becoming their own person.\n\nThis new Star Harem sought more than the titans could ever get them. So they went to war. Petal watched as one by one they were crushed, enslaved, and shamed beyond all belief. It was her cowardice that sent her to the world of Ferox to hide until the last sun burnt out. But for lifetimes, there was hope for the future. Togetherness with her towering sisters in arms. They sacrificed for each other, cared on the easy days and the hard, and pushed each other to be more.\n\n“You’re… Right. This is a world that I helped make, and I can’t keep hiding in it any longer.” With a flick of a vine she released Clover. Before walking over to the moaning bag of happiness that was Circut. Indulging in pleasure far beyond what was enjoyable. Deliriously cumming with less and less awareness of her surroundings. With her own two paws Clover reached out and fondled under the girls chest. Leaning in to softly lick just under the pleasure button of her nipple. And causing a light to fill the room.\n\nOutside, Boogiegirl and Beowulf where pushed to the limit. Star was between the jaws of the great fox that wanted to crush her and pick out the crew one at a time. Mind as one with her, the captain felt her pain as he guided her body to struggle like a fish trying to get out. The filly did everything in her power to lessen the blow. All of the fox’s teeth ripped off and it’s lower jaw glowing with purple energy preventing it from closing completely as the bite threatened more and more.\n\nSteadily, the ship began to shift into a green hue. Yet Star’s transformation was not complete. From the thigh up still her usual colour. Boogiegirl watched with flagging eyes, yet after several moments it dawned on her what she should be doing. Though it took even more focus, she drifted down into the pilots chamber. To see Beowulf’s herculean physique struggling to escape from an enemy invisible from within. Vines hanging heavy in the room yet limp. Devoid of energy.\n\nSo, as the last of her magic ran out. And Star’s Cabin pressure was critical. Her entire hull threatening to collapse. She crawled into his lap as if to comfort  the man. Flank tastefully displayed. Despite everything, the pilot could not hide his starstruck satisfaction. The tiniest semblance of a smile appearing on the edges of his lips. But that was not quite good enough. She leaned in slowly, and gave him a carefree. Deep kiss. His scepter lengthening rapidly between his legs. Filling the entire cabin with a light more glorious than a dozen suns. There was a lurching sound, as Petal got everything she needed.\n\nGreen head to toe, and covered in pink Polka dots. The physique of the Shooting Star became like that of an amazonian Naga. She sprouted beautiful, powerful, and articulate arms. Her tail lengthened to nearly five times the size of her body. Wrapping around and crushing parts of the makeshift battle station. As water in pipes networked all across the facility ruptured they were sucked dry to fuel the photosynthetic burst. Everything growing bigger so much so she was able to smother the fox of death into her enormous mammaries with ease. Embracing the feminine figure erotically, grasping all the way to it’s steel backside. Given beauty as millions of cables hung out all over its body like fur.\n\nA voice boomed through every hall of the station she touched and all throughout star herself. “This is, stronger than I’ve ever felt. I see what strength is, embracing others. No matter what. And you, are not going to take anything more from us!” Several explosions began to go off as the station lost it’s capabilities of thrust and began fall towards the gas giant. Writhing to not only escape but hold together as enormous strain was put on the structure. The voice of Bubble’s returned back.\n\n“NANI! Boogie, this has to be you. Why fight so, so hard to stop the inevitable? Do you really hate me that much!?” And Petal replied to him. Across every part of the Shooting star. Vines wined in and out. Over and into the bodies of Cyanide, Clover, Beowulf, Boogiegirl, Sandy, and Circut. So coordinated there was no way it could remain sustainable. “I’ll tell you this because most of us care. It’s not that she never loved you, but now she has someplace to go. And when you’re ready, that someplace can be for you too. But now…”\n\nGreater stress was put on everything to the point of collapse. Bubble’s was in the most optimal possible place to control her magic with the greatest power. Suspended in a vat of maximum yield industrial collant to cool her down as he brain overheated from the unbelievable magic use. As she pushed harder and harder. The vat got warm, then hot, eventually bubbling over and exploding into the lab. Her concentration shattered. Boogiegirl watched as the puppeteer fox grew smaller and smaller. As if sucked up with a straw back into Bubble’s body. The station fell to rubble, and began sinking into the atmosphere of the gas giant as the Shooting Star made her getaway.\n\nThe days victory lead to sweeping measures of action taken by CORE. Including a rescue effort (no casualties were reported, all PERV’s did their job and preserved the lives of prisoners and guards alike even in ridiculous pressure). Nine new bounties were issued with some of the highest rewards in the galaxy for acts of treason and terror. Revel was declared missing in action, and Bubbles was put up to court martial.Saved by a figure so high in CORE the loss of the station was like nothing to her. Yet re-assigned nonetheless.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe Wet Bird Yacht Club, City Of Glass, Atlantis. 10 hours later.\n\nThe star warp had burned off all of the shell Petal had created around Star’s body. A several hours trip through space at a percent of the speed of light had taken them back to their destination with plenty of time to contemplate the future. Sandy, back in her hometown. Through around fat stacks of counterfeit cash without a remote care. Half of the crew deciding to make good on her generous offer right away.\n\nCookie and Petal were in heaven together, cuddled with a blueberry flavored sheet under a soft UV light. Clover never had any idea how cute they were considered to be together, even compared to their own kind. And got the best seats in the house as well as loads of attention from staff and visitors alike. Mission accomplished, the couple enjoyed Otter milk from the pint. Taken right from the source. With Clover saving more than enough room for Petal’s breast. “All better~” He said playfully, tongue tickling at her ever sensitive region and finally letting himself be pushed away by his giggleing mate.\n\nPetal had lots to say, in words that were just not understood by almost everyone around her. But in this moment, she got to whisper everything she’d held back until now, concerns, hopes, dreams, jokes. And her mate was there to listen, brushing her back and assuring with all the sincerity in his heart. “Petal, I’ll love you all my life. And when it ends I’ll still love you for eternity and beyond. Of course I want you to have friends, I couldn't think about trusting anyone else more. Let’s stay, Ferox can wait.”\n\nNot far away, at the bar. Sandy was doing shots of of a curvy dolphin girl that was buckled inexorably from the table. Taking turns regaling onlookers with her newest story of adventure and Circut with ones of herself and others from days long past. “Now ya see- *hic* Sss-City Slicker. I know everything you wanna put into that little book. So hear it from Sandy three eyes, and-an put my name on the cover. I alwash-ays… Wanted to be on a book.” She points.\n\nThe elemental giggled back glad to have been guided to such a hospitable place right when she needed it most and confident about the future. “I think it’d look good with some more names on it. For my entries, let’s start with this. Why the heck do they call you Sandy three eyes?” She asks, glancing quite close to double check in between her zippy excited flights to greet everyone in the establishment. It was then that Sandy took a double shot of tequila, and snatched her up for a kiss to the deliver enormous amount of drink for the little galls body weight. Her wings took the shape of a butterflies as she drunkenly hovered around. *hic* “I see now~” She said in awe, staring at the gunslingers empty for head.\n\nThose who had chosen to delay the celebration where not much further, in a secret dock where they could lay low and get some much needed repairs. A captain, stoic yet not alone. Put back in place every personal belonging big and small that’d been torn up in the battle. Cleaning the place top to bottom and occasionally stroking the rarely used corners to make sure his greatest companion was alright. Finally, when he was at least half done. The pilot settled into the navigation center. Smirking to himself as the entire galaxy lit up. Now more than within his reach.\n\nLess innocently, within the same ship yet on the brig. Mitten’s awoke to her vision being corrected via ice pick. A screwdriver in her eye being the first thing she noticed. “Bark!” She howled in chipper fashion, a busy rat grumbling before tapping on a small maintenance computer old enough to be compatible with her, barely working due to substantial water damage. Language centers snapped right back into place as she described. “Welcome back, as you can see. You’re not the handmaiden to a wanna be Chris Angel. Lucky thing your box had blueprints, I was able to rebuild you a bit better than before.”\n\nShe held up a mirror, demonstrating to the drake that she’d grown dramatically in size. Being larger than a horse rather than her pony sized complexion had been earlier. Yet, with a great amount of care. Everything seemed put in place just right. With plenty of backwards mistakes in design that kept in place with the original. “I insisted we get a new model for you body entirely, but this one was on sale at the junkyard and the last thing being bought in Atlantis is a- Hey!”\n\nGetting picked up by the nape of her neck and pinned down by the dragoness was not how she’d intended on this reveal going. Her face soon covered in artificial saliva after a series of licks despite her best attempts to defend herself. Mitten’s erupting with joy. “It’s perfect, you knew exactly what to do Cyan. I owe you a lot, lot, lot!!!” She nudged her in a more sensual fashion now. Observing that her potential mate had put on some slightly modest clothes. In raising a claw intent on ripping them off she found out that she indeed couldn't raise one. As it was shackled with fuzzy handcuffs to the floor via extremely secure chain.\n\nThis made a bead of synthetic sweat slidedown her muzzle, Cyanide able to slip out in the opportunity declared. “Look around~ We’re home. Everyone skipped off to go get drunk and laid, I decided to do the same thing together~” She kissed underneath her chin, nearly causing the whole thing to fall off. Mitten’s had no idea weather Cyanide was being greedy, lustful, or compassionate. Trying to scratch the same itch that Bubble’s had in wake of the termination of their bizarre relationship.\n\nFurthering her suspicions, was Boogiegirl. Bound ridiculously tight in ribbon, handkerchiefs and bandanas prostrated with about six cleave gags keeping her quiet. “She’s fresh out of magic after yesterday, giving a once in a lifetime opportunity.” Cyanide rose up a prayer of thanks to a goddess she did not believe in. Walking around the prison to collect a number of toys she wanted and along the way passing by the silhouette of a dangerous figure. “Cyan! Look out, she’s!-...” Mittens had a grumpy look on her face.\n\nRevel, bound and gagged with an armbinder and several serpent holsters. Was dancing in a cell with her nipples chained to a hook in the ceiling. “Heheh, yep. It was a lot faster, so I took the chance to do some downgrading. She should make a captivating captive. But, I’m after some even rarer meat.” The rat brandished a briefcase filled with an inspirational number of dildo’s and playthings. Letting out an excited sigh, her own urges licking fanatically at her loins.\n\nShe took her time muzzling poor Mitten’s with a cock gag that she did not want to admit was welcome after the ordeal they’d just taken on. For the drake it was only moments ago she was locked in mortal combat. Sure, she’d been a prisoner before. But these constraints felt nice. Something was well earned about them, as well as the fact this time she was free to accept or deny the treatment. Soon, she and Boogiegirl were crippled further as Cyanide mercilessly implanted toys specifically designed to make either of them cry for joy.\n\nReclining down in front of them on a small bed, she used long jabs on a meaty knotted member to entertain herself. One hand cupping a now exposed breast. The masterbation so fine it made either of her legs frequently writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy. Giving herself no room to rest or even breath, continuing well past the point where her arm grew sore or numb with excellent understanding of her own needs. Though normally it did not satisfy, there was something… special about her live partners. Loneliness seeping away in waves of pleasure after several minutes now unrestricted.\n\nAfter one calm, enjoyable session of self pleasure. She felt relaxed, her every muscle preaching peace and L O V E. While her two hapless friends begun to groan in suffrage, pushed well beyond their own orgasm into an uncomfortably built second half. Damned if she spent all that time tieing them up offscreen to have it be over in 10 minutes. She stood between them, hugging their heads close to make sure they did not miss a word. “We made it girls, we’re out of jail but not done fucking yet!” “Ommmph?” “MMMMph!”\n\n“And you’re gunna keep coming back Mittens, you too Boogie. You may think we’ve got free will but we’ve definitely not!” Realizing that they were about to witness a manic episode. Either of the girls began struggling and tugging to no avail. “Because either of you’ve got an itch that can’t be scratched, and you can’t help it Boogins.The universe is hand tailored to be filled with sluts who can’t understand. And we’re gonna lock em up! One by one, issue by issue, game by game.”\n\n“And that Rolly Polly throwaway character? Yeah, her name is Poly the pillager. She’s a 60 time mass murderer and dictator of an entire solar system Mitten’s. And you thought she was a joke. Girl snuck away when I was installing your vagina. Now she’s gonna hunt us down, and eat our asses. Nothing to do with some hotass drider I’ve already tapped, not for some cupcake ponies, and certainly not about your revenge. That’s just filler content girls. You should know the difference.”\n\nBoogiegirl’s muffled moans turned into irritated cries of pleasure as Cyan lost herself. Thrusting the used toy into the mares secret garden with a strap on. “The entire galaxy is our enemy girls, but if you stick with me, you’ll all stand a chance! We’re unstoppable Mittgirl. I’m gonna get off if I have to destroy all of reality. That’s my series ark, if it takes 90 more issues. Star Harem, Volume 90. Cyanide Gets Off, look for it in your local furry den.” In her moment of greatest domination, her eyes began to go dark. Almost like a prophecy, as the epilogs began to flash before her eyes.\n\n\nIn a dark labyrinth, somewhere at the very center of the entire galaxy. Spun around were endless, vile webs that choked out the mortal spirit with their unyielding grasp. Claustrophobia was so tight, in day to day life all movement was but a distant memory. A museum without end of the most striking women to have ever lived struggled with all their strength for the amusement of their all seeing observer. The slightest lapse in obedience punished with unimaginable cruelty. There was only one creature in this reality that could move betwixt this entangled net without being caught until the end of time.\n\nA towering Drider, radiating the power to enslave even a god. Creeped above with unbelievable fitness. Bubble’s was scared, more than she’d ever been in her whole life. She’d been left her for her terror to swell. Watching damsels strain themselves to no end displaying that it was impossible to get out of the trap. She’d been cut off from the core network for some time now. Her body, strong though it was. Could not hope to loosen her bonds. Lairs of every conceivable restraint she could think off employed. Chains, rope, leather, latex, and finally webbing rendering her figure utterly immobile. Even her magic got no response, the nature of this helplessness shaking her to the core.\n\n“Bubbles,.... Bubbles…. My sweet magician. Where did I go wrong?” Arrest beckoned. Her towering figure nearing the fox’s bound form. With a mere sleight of hand the prisoner was subjected to extreme pleasure. Tight silken webbing forcing into place an elegant silicon member while a large hand roughly gripped her thigh. The feral moaned pathetically in submission. The Drider playing with the strand possessing impossible strength. To her it was as easy as playing a violin.\n\n“With all the special changes I made, all the time wasted away in designing everything to give you the perfect body and mind. All suited to making this, magic. Unstoppable, and you can’t even help keep my prisoners locked up for the shortest time imaginable with all the advantages in the world. Perhaps I expected too much.” With one sharp tug Bubble’s body locked up. Her sex delivering far much more pleasure then she thought ever possible. Way more than what was likable. Not even her heart beat. It was obvious Arrest could rip out her entire soul like a succubus in this moment and the sorceress would ask for more. The gag and blindfold truly a gift to protect what remained of her pride.\n\n“This is not a punishment little girl, I only believe in the carrot. Well, and the collar~ No, there is still a place in my web for you. And it’s not here. There is a team. My little toolkit of helpers. Many of whom would make you seem like a joke in certain lights but I think your efforts and loyalty will make you a fine place. Fear not death child, fear only me.” As she pulled once more, this time with all her strength a cry of unearthly pleasure rattled off the walls.\n\n\nIn a not at all unsimilar location, not at the center of the galaxy. But of the universe, another creature awoke. She was moderately short, with not a scrap of fur or flesh showing. Her entire sophisticated body seemed designed like an almost spectral gimp suit. No zippers, with cuffs only to serve as decoration. Barring only the finest midnight black. She woke up between the beasts of one of her finest beds. A towering fluffy phoenix that cloaked her in the most perfect warmth for sleeping even a queen or goddess would struggle to afford. Yet still her dreams were haunted.\n\nEverything in her room seemed to be a tribute to the nude form. Anything comfortable made of the fresh, quivering bodies of bound girls. Anything strong, such as the television. Held by chained men with immaculate physiques. Even the chandelier was hung from the jaw as a ballgag of an upside down alien as big as a barn. Crawling out from under a blanket with woven in restraints for wittle bunny girls, squirrel girls, and with the fluffiest sheep darling in the center tying it all together. She seemed excited, a feeling she’d not felt for a very long time.\n\nBounding from her bed on all fours terrified the slaves that were not blindfolded. Sometimes reality being stranger than fiction. Though no one had told her anything, it was as if she’d received the best news she’d heard in her entire life. “They’re out! They’re out out oooout. Pocket! Come here right now!” She demanded. Tail slapping around in a cute manner that seemed slightly off. Shouting just moments after not receiving instant gratification. “EVERY SECOND YOU’RE NOT HERE IS ANOTHER I CAN DIG UP A NEW TOY-! There you are~” She gave an amused giggle.\n\nThe rogue had been forced to run out of the little mouse hole intentionally made on the far end of the room. The diminutive, 3 inch tall mouse man. Had an even mix of anticipation and dread. Hoping that the hurried nature in which she’d summoned him meant she needed something done rather than needed to get off. With seldom any effort she raised up her tail and his body was drawn to it’s tip like a magnet. Targeting the pink of his hands and feet to leave him restrained.\n\nEasily distracted, the dark being licked her lips. A black tongue manifesting on the outside of her facemask to mimic her. Trying to remain crafty with full knowledge of his compromised position. Pocket used the most flattering language available. “Ahh! Er- Yes my sweet, wise mistress Toxic?” He asked, covering his boy bits only slightly with a tuft of fur and a small golden ring at the end of his own tail. Snapping her back to reality. “Oh? Yeah, yeah! I have a hell of a job lined up for you. On the other end of the galaxy, at a place in Atlantis. There is a gifted scientist and a slutty otter who’s her comrade. They’ve both got high bounties and are soon to be famous. Sooo, I want you to add them to the list. I’ve still got lots of work to do finishing the accommodations for our prized guests.”\n\nThe thief’s mind immediately turned to the long list he’d been given as her #1 ‘procurer’. A long list of relics, women, men, and even places that she wanted taken from her. Shared with him and numerous others like him given an offer from another reality. Some took payment, some merely wished to stay longer, some. Like himself, were merely in it for the fun. “They got you worked up, double crossers?” He asked, half interested as this seemed to be a simple job he might begrudgingly do on the way to much more fanciful heists. He’d seen the elaborate plans in place to steal the real treasures, and they far more held his interests. Traveling back in time to steal a queens crown? Using a celestial kraken to pilfer the fairy dust from a space dwelling gang of bandits called the lost boys? There were even nine jobs to kidnap the starwalker harem even he was not crazy enough to take. This job hardly captivated him.\n\nSensing his lack of allure to the subject. Toxic folded her arms and let the mouse rest along her chest. Still easily restrained at the end of her thin tail. “This ones a race, there’s a elite task force being assembled by CORE. You won’t find a more colourful cast of competitors anywhere. Take their leader, Baron Von Bad Ideas. They say he’s an undead, a walking skeleton. He carries a staff with a snake's head barring the soul of a pathological liar that can predict the future by speaking in reverse. He invented the question mark, he screams at baby seals with his shirt off.”\n\nPocket was more puzzled then enticed. Although there was a distinct part of him that just had to be a part of whatever insane step would be next and to know why an actual government would resort to hiring a lunatic like that. Still, there was the chance she was fucking with him. “Whatever you do, I suggest you get out of the house for a while. Could get messy. I did everything in a flip floppy order and forgot to do some big ass foundation stuff right at the beginning. It’s hard for a busy girl like me to stay on task.” She glances to a clock on the wall revealing it was late afternoon. Her sleeping schedule utterly abandoned to die in a ditch. “Would you look at the time?”\n\nShe walked over to the nearest window, pressing a button to cause the thick glass to slide downwards. Giving them fresh air and an open view to the late days sky. Where two moons hung heavily in the sky. One brilliant and blue, far closer and resembling another terrestrial planet. While another was distant with a rusty green atmosphere. “I never liked that second one, so… half formed. Like nature's mistake.” She frowned, looking at the dull green disk with discontent. Pocket was about ready to go back to his room. Hoping to enjoy the rest of his day off before getting flung into some bizarre misadventure. “Ha, let me know if you want me to give you the moon sometime.” He quipped, with that task being about as reasonable as many items on the list she’d provided.\n\n“Nah, I got this one.” She notioned. Holding up one little finger to blot out the moon just inches outside the window. Suddenly, the small speck in the sky began growing a lot bigger. Swelling from grape size to apple size. “Whuh?” The rogue chirped dumbly. Having never seen her lift a finger before. All around for miles unending were vista’s of incredible wildlife and nature. That did not stop as the moon outright got closer to them. Rather weird things began to happen. Tree’s begun to stand taller as gravity pulled them upwards. Insects churned to a stop sensing a great impending event.\n\nThe moon was accelerating rapidly to the planet at breathtaking speed. More than enough to blast it to pieces. “Toxic? Hey, funny joke. I’ll uh, get going now. Toxic?” The pale mouse asked while she intently focused. The moon blotted out the sun it grew so large in the sky. Coming close with omino",
  "description_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'>Art done by the outstanding&nbsp;<a href=\"http://www.furaffinity.net/user/theowlette/\" rel=\"nofollow\">http://www.furaffinity.net/user/theowlette/</a><br /><br />Support Star Harem And Get Amazing Custom Content Here:&nbsp;<a href=\"https://www.patreon.com/StarHaremInteractive\" rel=\"nofollow\">https://www.patreon.com/StarHaremInteractive</a>&nbsp;<br /><br />Let&rsquo;s do this one last time.<br /><br />Sandy Anias Nimberly had inherited the stolen decanter of the starwalker Harem just 30 days ago. In that time, she&rsquo;d done quite a lot of damage. Performing self bondage and doing over 100 personal scans, she&rsquo;d made an entire society of Otter&rsquo;s out of snap shots of herself. Add in a few fuckloads of black market gun scans, alcohol, luxury buildings and her reign as queen was quickly thwarted by a revolt from Sandy #69. Or as she was now known as, queen Sandy.<br /><br />Indeed, the Sandy that was scantily clad only in rope. Bound and helpless while a Leshy was raped (or atleast molested) next to her. Was actually Sandy #68. Younger &lsquo;sister&rsquo; to the now reigning queen. While her personality had not changed much in the short weeks spent inside the pocket dimension, her motivations suddenly had. The dream of the brothel world held inside her pocket was now a dream shared by everyone, and if any Otter decided to get in the way of that dream. They&rsquo;d be locked up and put aside.<br /><br />Much like she herself had been when over a hundred deputies and a full team of sheriff&rsquo;s fully equipped to knock down her entire hometown in order to get her. Though her &lsquo;last stand&rsquo; had been rather embarrassing. Given the shootout started while she had been taking it up the ass by her younger brother. The wave of fire came so fast she had no time to call for any backup, and as soon as she awoke. It was time for a brutal interrogation.<br /><br />Just thinking about it now, as she lay hung upside down. Made her blood boil with slutty masochism. Sandy was well and truly trapped in a web of ropes as if she was a butterfly held down with strands of steel. She was quite used to having things stuffed into her mouth, hell she&rsquo;d taken a blowjobs elective for one of her college credits. But this gag pushed her to her limits, every sharp tooth affixed to the sphere at such an angle that any lesser girl would certainly choke under this gag. A common tactic in core, jawbreaker ball gags were supposed to leave suspects in pain and embarrassed. Slowly forcing them to give in with very little effort.<br /><br />But her current captor seemed to already know Sandy like the back of her hand. That, or the Sheriff was just that skilled when it came to dealing with vicious Atlantian traitors. Petal was left strung up and cute in her new white attire, drooling submissive with a smile on her face before the iron serpent turned her attention to the southern bell. The instant their eyes met Sandy&rsquo;s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes becoming fuzzy.<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s your turn cowgirl~ I know a Otter like yourself can take a lot more than a virgin Leshy. Let&rsquo;s get to know eachother better, for one. She was juuust the beginning. I can&rsquo;t believe a cutie pie like yourself stole from Arrest. Not that that&rsquo;ll happen again. You&rsquo;re already halfway there Sandy, but I can smell a troublemakers spirit from a mile away. Let&rsquo;s have some fun while I introduce you to the collar, ok?&rdquo; The snakes replacing her hair hissed, seductively. As Sandy without words showed that she was completely on board for the affair. You couldn&#039;t rape the willing.<br /><br />It was a long, moderately difficult battle for the serpent to keep her cool. Inches away from flying into the act. Out of a mirriad of solutions, she picked several that would target a over consensual pervert like herself.Then an idea struck her, and her fangs showed. The edges of her lips rising up in a smile as if guided by two invisible pulleys. &rdquo;Just don&rsquo;t hold your breath&rdquo; And with that, she coiled her body around her busty brown target. Pulsing with energy as she tested her limits. Winding around everything from her shoulder blades, to around the chest. Even covering her eyes, the cobra like tip teasing at her ear flirtatiously.<br /><br />Though blind, Sandy could more than sense the presence of the serpents lips next to her exposed. Well oiled sex. As anyone would when a beautiful girl barring the jaws of a crocodile and the venom of a million sea serpents drew near. If Revel were inspired to, for even an instant. She could rip the otter limb from limb with her teeth alone. A single misbehaved serpent could nip her in the thigh. Flooding her veins with deadly neurotoxin. Sure with her PERVS the otter could not stay dead. But repeated executions was a torture used by far less ruthless captors than she.<br /><br />Sandy whimpered at the harsh treatment, yet the note just seemed to indicate that she was enjoying it. Body screaming yes with terror. Then, she felt the tongue slip in. Thin, forked, and utterly prehensile. It knew her, it wanted her. Yet just as it reached her heavenly G spot, the serpent&#039;s jaws clamped down over her hips like a vice. Forcing her bound legs to stretch open, accommodating the dominatrixes head between her plentiful thighs. &ldquo;Ummmmph!&rdquo; She protested, given little warning more time to prepare.<br /><br />Her athletic, amphibious body strained. The intensity of this mating session quite high even for her, there were no techniques no level of practice that could make her defences anymore steeper. She could not scream for help, nor beg to slow down. As helpless as a mouse caught in the grasp of a constricting serpent. Her neck was grasped from behind, and manhandled to stay in place. The indomitable strength of the sheriff not budging in the slightest even when she kicked. Her struggles only giving more room for her captor to force herself.<br /><br />It was with ease that Revel tightly wove her mechanical tail around Sandy&rsquo;s busty body. Outpreforming the ropes to a T. With every breath, panicked twitch, or moan the southern bell gave. Her viper squeezed harder, trying to extract her lovers potion by force. The session went long, each minute dragging by like an hour. Especially as the serpent grew more creative. Using her tail to constrict her chest so that the otter&rsquo;s poor nipples would be forced into their tight roped prison.<br /><br />Yet with every particle of fear came a primal rush, a unmatchable thrill of the flesh that no woman could ignore. Who wouldn&#039;t feel alive when they were but a mistake away from a brush with death, at the mercy of a unknown and powerful captor. Something in the back of Sandy&rsquo;s mind screamed at her. That it would all end the instant she finished. Powerless though she was, it was obvious to a professional like herself that her session could only last minutes before she&rsquo;d receive the sweet ecstacy of being able to cum.<br /><br />Just when she was within one hundredth of it, her mistress could sense her bodies needs even better than she. Revealing such as she withdrew. Shocking Sandy with a less than kind paddling of her generous ass. &ldquo;Frrrm Mrrrow!&rdquo; The Otter cursed, a pissed, but downright misty eyed expression of need covering her face as the sadist simply edged her on. She tried to run with it, to ride the wave of masochism cleanly into the orgasm she wanted. But it was no use, her body went right into survival mode. And no sexpert had that level of control over their own sex.<br /><br />Sandy was wound down from her perilous high by a senseless spanking with a softened paddle. Lucky was she that her struggles had amused the sheriff for the day. Who easily had the strength to force this implement of padded wood through the several foot thick armored door with a flick of the wrist. Yet it still felt like she was getting the hell beaten out of her by a gang of street thugs. Ever a master of dominating the many creatures of the universe. Revel knew that Otter&rsquo;s fur was exceptionally hard to bruise. Making her buns look just as appetizing to her captor as well as any casual observer.<br /><br />Just as Sandy was sure she could take no more, Revel switched back to the stick. In this time taking an acrobatic pose to have her way with a strap on. Her hypnotic, predators eyes locking with Sandy&rsquo;s as she forced the intimacy all over again. The tool was a downright sexual weapon, coated in a lube that prevented the loss of sensitivity. And vibrating several times faster than a recreational model. Sandy&rsquo;s screams reached a crushendo, then were pushed into an encore as between every gasp her heart poured forth more tortured cries of ecstasy. &ldquo;AHHM! MOOOOH! OOOPH~ ERRRRM!&rdquo;<br /><br />Rising so high, meant she only fell lower. When Revel restricted at the last possible instant. Sandy was just destroyed this time, looking at her mistress with a torn obedient expression, jaw limp to her soaking wet ballgag and wondering whatever she&rsquo;d done to deserve this as one beautiful thought rose above all others. How she would worship to have the opportunity for release, and indeed in this moment. Kill. But she could only witness secondhand while Revel took the final steps on herself. Fingering her own sex while smiling with a wicked grin affixed on justice.<br /><br />Sandy was sweating heavily, looking weak, and defeated. But Revel realigned her ropes, and dug out something extra special. At even the slightest hint of pleasure Sandy looked up with stuffed jaws like the most eager whore in the galaxy. A chastity belt was tightly locked between her legs. With it forcing in two formidable toys. Made of a silicon so tough she felt like a heavy metal robot was forcing itself on her. Each vibrated and pulsed like it was alive. But so slowly they could never finish the job.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s a good girl Sandy, now. Isn&#039;t the meaning of god a kind one? When you&rsquo;re nice and ready, it&rsquo;ll go back to the way you want. Better even, service is so, sooo rewarding my dear. You really will find it better this way.&rdquo; Revel spoke like a recruiter, truly believing these words from the bottom of her heart as she looked into the Otters deranged looking eyes. Her words being heard, but not processed until much later.<br /><br />Satisfied with another days work in the job that just keeps giving. Revel returned to part 2 of her strut. Rising to her full height as the door slid open into a vault like complex built stronger than any fortress at the very heart of the entire station. Keeping it all together with rows of hundreds of cages just like hers. This location always had a silent, foreboding air to it. Rarely explored as the automatic processes of rehabilitation slowly ground down the resolve of even the most resilient criminals and sinners. But, when they needed the job done fast. They called in her.<br /><br />Which is, why she was not at all amused to see a mechanical drake, and a Leshy out of uniform. Prancing around aimlessly, the plant like male hanging from her neck. &ldquo;These numbers don&rsquo;t make any sense, what if we never find her and everyone leaves without usssss?&rdquo; He groans, while the old school drakes analytical mind was more than up to the task of finding a pattern in the construction that would be necessary to uncover the secret of the numbering scheme. Of course, it helped to see the same dominatrix they&rsquo;d found with Petal outright walk out of the chamber they needed!<br /><br />&ldquo;Ohmygod, ohmygod!&rdquo; Clover piped up, pointing at the figure before taking cover behind Mitten&rsquo;s neck. A wise choice as it did not take long for her to identify them as non-workers. Raising up her tail countless microbots would shoot from the woodwork with incredible vigor. Snatching into place a thousand fold to assemble the shape of a drill along her tail where she responded with an orchestra of hisses. &ldquo;Those who aren&rsquo;t cleared to enter the vault never leave darlings, stand still. You&rsquo;re about to be very, very comfortable.&rdquo;<br /><br />Then, lunging outwards. The drill along her tail would fire off a freakishly large quantity of burrowing grenades half the size of Clover. Bouncing off the unbreakable metal walls due to her aim to fill the entire bottom of the chamber with bouncing mole bombs. Combat routines seamlessly booted up in sequence. A dysfunctional net of programs finally blossoming forth to the purpose that she&rsquo;d altered them for. Throwing Clover onto her back.She retaliated with wave of fire breath that caused a chain of explosions. Shrapnel tore through the most vulnerable parts of her outer shell yet ricocheted off the components of her thickly armored core.<br /><br />It was reptile against reptile, with Mittens being the most capable of handling her in a fight. The lab modified poison at her fangs having no effect on a non organic creature. The sheriff avoided the brunt of the blast by catapulting up to the ceiling. Tail spike burrowing it&rsquo;s way to anchor itself in the steel. More nanobots assembled quickly into the shape of a wrecking ball. One that&rsquo;d be far more effective if she could use the entire length of her body to get momentum. Clover screamed in hysteria as Mittens charged in. The weapon half assembled and gathering its energy for a swing hard enough to turn the both of them into a pancake.<br /><br />&ldquo;Clover! When I give the signal, I need your help!&rdquo; Mitten&rsquo;s directed, choosing to communicate instead of pressing the attack. By the time it was made, she&rsquo;d gotten close enough that a full powered swing was impossible. Instead, the sheriff simply dropped it like an anvil on top of their heads. Such an attack still carried lethal force, yet lacked the speed to hit it&rsquo;s target. With a snap Mitten&rsquo;s reversed their course and jumped back. A clicking sound indicating that she was switching weapons systems. In this case, to bondage.<br /><br />From her shoulders, wings and tail several steel like bands just like the rope that had been used on Sandy and Petal wrapped around the boulder with great speed. As Revel attempted to retrieve it here was a struggle, her claws tearing into the metal to try and get purchase as two heavy duty machines soon found themselves in a stalemate. Their size too equal to call a victor. &ldquo;Sig, nal!&rdquo; &ldquo;You really need better lines.&rdquo; &ldquo;Coocoo-screw you.&rdquo; With that, Clover tipped the scales himself. Wrapping two vines around the heavy duty door handles and the other two around the chain the tug of war was held over.<br /><br />Torn from the ceiling with an explosive pop, Revel wasted no time in turning her explosive drill around for a scorpions sting. Something Mittens was ready for. With a sound like a car wreck she opened her jaws and teeth rumbled to life like a wood chipper. Nanobots flew in every direction, her jaw snapped. Inches and inches of dragon face eroded away compared to three feet of drill. Before sensing the time was right, she snapped her head to the ground collapsing what remained of the weapon. Before turning her own tail around to lash out akin to a stinger. But instead of poison, the same heavy duty bands targeted almost every part of her frame. Revel was tied up with the only thing she could not break out of. Her own body. Tail wound around several times and secured by high tension rope. With her own tail deep into her mouth.<br /><br />The damage she&rsquo;d taken to the face had sent haywire all sorts of unintended systems, as she quickly found out. Mitten&rsquo;s, literally picking her jaw up off the floor. Replied. &ldquo;He- ey-ey-y, we dID it!&rdquo; While her cohort cheered, heavily mumbled. Looking back at him made the android extremely embarrassed. As he flailed around blindly. Arms behind his back. Bound almost exactly like his mate. A single vine around his back functioned as a seeing eye dog. Feeling around on the ground before grabbing the immobilized police officer and throwing her to the gap between the door and the wall.<br /><br />Though to a normal person the closing system would have peeled them open like a tube of cookie dough. Revel simply found herself between a rock and a hard place. Constricted as she struggled to slip out of her own coils. On their last legs, it was time to leave. &ldquo;Ok oooogieb-booogie. Wegot-her.&rdquo; She radiod into their compatriots. Disheartened to find that they were not instantly transported away. Several seconds passed and she gave a nervous sigh.<br /><br />Thus began a tricky ordeal of the little dragon squeezing through to rescue the two thankfully diminutive creatures on the other end. Their part of the plan &nbsp;Looking between the two Leshy&rsquo;s who could scarcely help a canary escape from a cat. She opted to open the mystery box. Using a series of keys on the hanging otter.<br /><br />Methodically freeing her body first. The dragoness was frustrated to find that every key had a digitally encoded lock. Even still, she knew that whoever had put her here was hasty. According to CORE regulations locked ropes were to be secured in such a way that trying the wrong key would result in an alarm going off and all nearby locks clamping shut for 24 hours at the minimum. While the average person might see danger in this, Yet she was able to turn turn away with her clumsy paws. Freeing everything, first her tail began to wiggle. Then her strong thighs swayed to the invisible rhythm of the torious member.<br /><br />Still only concerning herself with physically freeing her body, the dragoness simply took mounting concern that the Otter&rsquo;s body seemed quite useless. Weakly kicking or flopping around as she made progress. Her hard nipples bulging out the instant given the opportunity. All the while the southern bell was not even able to lift her head from the floor. Whining and drooling shamelessly in a puddle. Though only a minute or so passed by, to her it felt like forever until her gag was removed.<br /><br />Though her jaw felt like it would downright snap as soon as she tried to rush into speech. The darling muttered out. &ldquo;Belt, beeeelt!&rdquo; Reaching for the adamant clasp fruitlessly with a pained huff. It was no use, fitted to her body perfectly so tight even without the devils dicks inside of her she&rsquo;d ever be able to feel it&rsquo;s harsh hug. With only one key remaining, a rather embarrassed android moved swiftly to free her. Wrist being grabbed to hasten the process. As soon as the lock was undone there was a flurry of motion, a surge of power.<br /><br />Like a vampire leaping unto their victim to drain every last drop of life essence. With a girly, shameful, undignified growl the Otter threw herself mercilessly on the toy. Using the nearest implement to pleasure herself with great efficiency. Within seconds groaning out in orgasm with a confident smile on her lips. Rising without a lick of difficulty, her vitality restored with the familiar ritual. &ldquo;Howdy, names Sandy. Let&rsquo;s bust outta this here tin can.&rdquo; She stood up, and yanked the pink Leshy off her station in the ceiling before diving out of the slim opening in the door before Mitten&rsquo;s could even question it.<br /><br />By the time she managed to squeeze back out of the narrow entryway her slutty companion had already donned a wardrobe of tight leather belts and the destroyed remains of a locking pair of high heels. &ldquo;Weig- way- wait up!&rdquo; The damaged dragon limped hurriedly behind, one wing crunched out of place as Sandy challenged her to keep pace. Hoping to avoid the wrath of an army of more deputies and drones she knew to be on their way. &ldquo;Mighty fine work work with that two faced snake, you lasso&rsquo;d her up real proper. Didn&#039;t even die.&rdquo; She remarked with a smile.<br />Chest flopping in an adventurous gait, the dragon at her hips squeeled. &ldquo;Whe- We are- Where&rsquo;re we going?&rdquo; With little options at her disposal, she was using a spare leash to tug along a grumpy Clover. Who was confused and hated the taste of sterile metal beneath his sensitive paws. &ldquo;Giddy up girl come on, I ain&#039;t leavin this two horse town without Dopplepopolis.&rdquo; It was then that, above the sound of her own metallic claws against the floor. Sandy was doing something, muttering under her breath the same repeated phrase. Instantly following it, was a very dull thudding sound elsewhere in the halls.<br /><br />Soon, they were lead beneath the door of an indistinct vault. One of hundreds amidst the center of the ship. Their cowgirl looked stumped, but now it was Mittens turn to feel clever. Well familiar with the designs of prison ships, all she simply did. Was walk up the incline of a pentaagonal portion of an apparent wall. Her own personal gravity instantly shifting to fit. Just as she was about to share this enlightening detail with her comrade. She heard her stick two fingers in her mouth and whistle. &ldquo;And gimme a side saddle!&rdquo;<br /><br />The impossibly thick door was blasted off it&rsquo;s hinged hard enough to make half the station quake. Mittens was glad her ears were digital, Petal and Clover each had earplugs, but they bumped into each other as either of them jumped in reaction to what had happened. FInally finding themselves together again. Meanwhile the girl who caused the blast had nary a care in the world. The force of the blast was more than enough to knock loose what was on the other side. A smoking metal clad decanter of some sort, and a motorcycle that ate Harley Davidson himself for breakfast.<br /><br />It landed on it&rsquo;s side but with a mind of its own righted itself and zoomed around in a circle to avoid striking Sandy. It&rsquo;s air intake winnying out of the horse like figure mounted on its front. Not regularly impressed with more modern technology, Mittens had to admit she was taken aback by this example. A remake of a classical craft that saw Atlantean military use. Given loving touches by its owner. It&rsquo;s beaded, uneven metal treads looked to be sheaths of some sort. More than strong enough to drive over several landmines without fail.<br /><br />&ldquo;I missed you old girl, so. While I appropriate us outta here. Mind explaining why I&rsquo;m getting rescued?&rdquo; She asked rather ironically, picking up the two Leshy to place into a body sack designed for capturing Bandit&rsquo;s in the middle of battle. It had plenty of space for either of them who got on with their reunion immediately in ways not only a plant would find sensible. Mittens climbed into a attached passenger car. Limp tail simply hanging out the side while one arm held in various major components of her own anatomy.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oooooooeeeeeewwwww, lond story.&rdquo; The drake replied, beginning a garbled report of what had happened over just the last few hours. Having to question whether or not the busty girl was listening over the roar of the engine. Only responding with nods and very occasional clarification on unimportant details like Cyanide&rsquo;s cup size. About halfway finished, they were interrupted. The sound of approaching deputies finally rushing in at one end of the labyrinth like complex. &ldquo;Hold your horses partner, we&rsquo;re goin for a ride.&rdquo;<br /><br />Mitten&rsquo;s was reluctant to fight again, wanting to turn around to flee. But her partner. Fed up with talking, she held up one finger. Nodding her head. &ldquo;Well when I say so, let a rip!&rdquo; Turning a corner and finding four, displaced looking lawmen traveling at top speeds. Each of them flying behind a wrecking ball rolling along on of the 5 sides of the long chamber. Crying out from the depths of her non beating heart, Mittens panicked. Yet was kept in place by a far, far too secure seat belt snapping into place that instantly left her trapped.<br /><br />(They&rsquo;ll flatten us!) She wanted to say, robotic gibbering getting worse under stress compiled with the far louder sound of demolition equipment. Tilting her head back to hollar, Sandy seemingly had no need of her eyes as she twisted around the room yelling. &ldquo;Yeeeeeeehaaaaaw! Dust Devil!&rdquo; Firing outside of the decanter was a grenade launcher that emulated filth. With six quick pulls of the crude trigger it sent out five gas grenades that belched out smoke like nobody&#039;s business. Instantly filling the confined, if large area with muck impossible to see through.<br /><br />Now unable to see, they were far more open to a followup to attack. Each of them switched to thermal vision at once and where blown back when a broken wave of fire breath disintegrated all of their clothes. Blind, in shock, two chains tangled together and that was all the chain reaction they needed to cause their formation to collapse. Sandy zipped through the one open side at top speeds. Howling all the way, they set out to reunite with the other members of their impromptu prison break.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Meanwhile, at the same time on nearly the other half of the station. Four convinced convicts were getting their asses kicked, well. Atleast one of them was taking it up the ass, yet it was proving quite the embarrassing rout. Rescuing Beowulf had proven easy, yet it was the aftermath they were not prepared for. Triggering the maximum alarm possible in the fortress prison and drawing in nigh every single available deputy and drone to respond. Which had, coincidentally. Given their cohorts time to doddle with a perverted serpent.<br /><br />The brawl was taking place in the colossal sized prisoner bay of the ship. With a galaxy home to countless sentient races, felons of all sizes were detained here. In this particular district, all hapless damsels had to be above sixty four feet in height. Though technically there was no live weapons fire. A part of the firefight did indeed take place in the fine prison bay. The title of which has nothing to do with the quality of imprisonment. But indeed the smallest registered size category CORE had. At less than 6 inches. It was quite literally a small supply cabinet in the home of the giants.<br /><br />So Cyanide laid there, next to a itty bitty service panel she&rsquo;d torn open with her teeth. The finest cyber security in the universe was great and all. But she&rsquo;d bypassed it by directly accessing the machinery for the lockdown protocol. Indeed, the guts of the machine were torn out before her, enough to bring a gasp to Mittens lips. Circut had been crudely tied up using a compilation of several available outfits in this prisoners wing. Just so that her power could be regulated not to fry the system. Her hands were covered with tiny sleeping sacks made for elementals a fraction of her size. Most of her body was bound in tiny, crude lengths of adamant rope. In perhaps the greatest feat of jury rigged engineering. She&rsquo;d taken an utterly puny Pill Bug girl, balled her up, and offered her a route out of the prison. That meant servicing as Circut&rsquo;s ballgag.<br /><br />Tied into place without protest, her agonizing moans (the current flowing through her body was akin to a highly intense sauna, but nowhere near enough to kill a life form equipped with pervs) were completely lost. Waiting for a deus ex machina, the scaredy mouse could only hold Circut into place to continue powering the shield generator while an army of two dozen rodents less than a few inches tall formed formations with little bitty microbot weapons (well, little being about the size of her head) Slamming into the castle she&rsquo;d created. That only partly worried her.<br /><br />What did worry her was the towering, dragon like law girls who could barely be contained in the olympic sized main hall they were standing in. Torching her shield in combined shifts of one minute at a time with white hot flames. The interior of the shield was certainly feeling like an oven, and it&rsquo;s overall integrity wavered. But did not break. Unfortunately, this gave our heroine little to do besides licking Circut&rsquo;s pussy like it owed her money. Even as she repulsively thought of new insults for the narrator with every passing, peril filled second.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beowulf, showing superhuman endurance. Was locked in battle with Doctor Cassius. Who was stripped naked to his multiracial unicorn undergarments, covered in kiss marks, and pissed. It was a war of attrition that he was sure not to win. Yet apparently the cape clad hero was armed at the hip with one of the strongest weapons in the galaxy. Indeed, his own eight inch long shaft bathing the room in more golden light than the three giants combined. Smacked appart wrecking balls, humped through enormous drills, and parried attacks with a mix of skill and berzerkers ferocity. Yearning from everything from his posture to strategy to launch back on the offencive. Yet he was a wolf man bound with useless arms against a tiny, hard to hit, nearly indestructible spider with an online degree and six arms piloted with such autonomy he barely had to try.<br /><br />The only thing that kept the silent captain from being finished off outright, was an inexplicable surge of wind that propelled him out of the way at the last second. The first time Boogiegirl had seen it, she was astounded by the act of magic. Afterall, he was a prisoner and any lustful equipment should have been taken from him on entry. He did not exactly have the capacity to correct her mistake, and she did not have the capacity to listen. As the most capable fighter of the group, even without a hint of battlefield experience. She got the worst opponent imaginable.<br /><br /><br />The wizard battle was perhaps the most one sided yet oddly safe encounters taking place in the room. Boogiegirl had to play her cards right to the chest, using magic with the most minimal range. Something was deeply wrong with her imaginary protector. Every time he&rsquo;d try to cooperate for her with a long distance spell he was suddenly struck with an enormous blow. The only routine pattern is that these counterspells seemed to leave her two faced black fox just as stunned as she was, magically speaking. Often the flashes of flame and sparkles would stop for a couple seconds as she got greedy. Like a referee calling for a time out. Yet these were fowls he could ill afford. While each act of missed magic brought her closer to capture.<br /><br />Her only saving grace was that bringing her to harm in order to force surrender was not the victory that Bubbles was fighting for. Indeed, her complexion was one of that like a responsible friend dragging their drunk cohort into the back of a taxi instead of a car. &ldquo;Shhh, hey come on it&rsquo;s alright. You&rsquo;re being so incredible right now, I&rsquo;m really proud actually! But it&rsquo;s time to stop Boogie. It&rsquo;s just cruel that they made you fight me. When everyone else would have lost too.&rdquo; While the ponies magic came with greater effort at every spell. He seemed numb to any expenditure of his maneuvers. Simply minimizing damage as if to make her save face.<br /><br />Specifically, Boogie alternated between blasting giant women at the sorceress and turning their herculean bindings into exotic pieces of flak to launch at the speed of sound. Having given up on aim long ago. One by one the giants were seized with a far steadier invisible hand in midair. Being lined back up to their minimalistic kneeling position in more order than they had been before. All of them too atrophied from their time spent bound to attempt an escape. The pyromancer took out her frustrations on the fragmentation attacks. Torching them with so much fire it left Boogiegirl sweating. Her membrain main terribly out of order.<br /><br /><br />In short, the scene was so confusing, violent, and filled with bright sparkly blasts that a criminal set of triplet orca women with epilepsy were having seizures despite their thick leather blindfolds. It looked like, out of everyone. Despite being the most fit fighter, Beowulf would fall first. Being pushed back to an entryway that had only brought waves of reinforcements in the past as Cassius used a dragon shaped cannon to force his positioning. That&rsquo;s when the sound of a roaring motor began getting louder and louder. A metal on metal sound that few had heard of and no one expected.<br /><br />It just so happened, that the giant guards finished their fire barrage, preparing one last overwhelming torch session to throttle past the power output of the tiny elemental. Thinking it her last chance, Boogiegirl tried to cast an extra fast teleport spell to send Cyanide to safety. Only being met by a counterspell and sad eyes from Bubbles. In this moment of silence. A slutty Otter suffering heavy wardrobe malfunction drove in past Beowulf at 120 miles an hour. Impaling Cassius through the chest with an extra long anti material sniper rifle equipped with hollow point bullets and a bayonet.<br /><br />Mounted against a special stand in her bike to avoid breaking her own arm, the lance swooped the heavy lawman off his feet with a splat of artificial green blood. Though instantly he reached out to free himself. He was interrupted when she began pulling the trigger. Rounds blasting into his mouth being the only noise filling the room as she emptied the entire drum barrel of bullets square onto their target. Doing about twenty donuts in celebration, in her eyes. As she spun out and crashed into the double dozen tiny officers.<br /><br />Cassius no longer had a face, not that he needed one. Hooked up into the CORE network he could easily use the eyes of every other deputy in the same room to respond accordingly. No, the most important part of this charge. Was that Mittens decided to help with a pinned target in range. &ldquo;F-f-flare- Firebreath!&rdquo; She called out, attempting to torch the varment only to realize the last blast she&rsquo;d done had put too much strain on a damaged system.. Damage so severe sparks began flying from the exposed gash in her chest compartment. The power was routed to another break weapon instead The resounding wave of anti materiel energy halfway melted through the middle of Sandy&rsquo;s cycle but also free&rsquo;d Beowulf, Clover, and Petal from their bindings. (And clothing) As it caused no damage to organic life.<br /><br />The rifle was thrown from it&rsquo;s anchor, with all four of their reinforcements about to careen and explode into a solid alloy wall. When hurricane force winds took control of the environment. Catching them far more softly than the quick end of their lives should it not have come. Not just wind was in the air but moisture, akin to a storms cloud cover. Within instants all deputies shifted to thermal imaging. But this was driven haywire due to the fact that the entire half of the room next to Cyanide was so hot that the clouds sweeping it away made almost everything 100 degrees.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally, after twelve seconds the mist cleared. A mixture of eight outlaws and heroes stood up against five women and one man of the law. A mouse that pried out the damaged fire and bondage subsystems of Mittens with a crowbar. Restoring her into fighting shape. An elemental blowing the clouds away with her little wings. A mess of fluids best left to the imagination dripping from her leg. Two Leshy holding hands, glad to be reunited yet out of their depth. A nude Otter holding a shiny plasma rifle. And A tired pony with her main mangled bent down in the same posture on all fours as the wolf man. Who was completely fine if not for a somewhat stretched posterior. &ldquo;LISTEN!!!&rdquo; He barked.<br /><br />Facing them, just as organized. A black fox who was the cleanest and most relaxed out of anyone in the room, three hundred foot tall giant dragon women, and a small multi armed doctor who&rsquo;d suffered extensive damage. So much so he was taking up the rear having on the spot facial reconstruction at the courtesy of an automated hovering stretcher. Lead by a multi headed serpent who outranked all of them.<br /><br />Beowulf continued. &ldquo;We need our three fastest fighters to go and free my ship. Otter, Rat. Pick a Leshy and go.&rdquo; Sandy was clueless as to how he knew she still had a ride. But was not about to argue. A flash of bronze light would reveal another cycle identical to the first but without a sidecar. Then, following through. She attempted to reach for Petal. &ldquo;No! Hey, she doesn&#039;t know how to merge. She can&rsquo;t help you anyways.&rdquo; Clover insisted, about to volunteer before their quickly self appointed leader said. &ldquo;No, we need another Leshy here. Just go.&rdquo; They zoomed off, Cyanide holding on tightly to what belt remained on Sandy&rsquo;s body as they popped a wheelie and Circut outpacing them entirely in a flare of green light. Narrowly escaping as the attacking force charged. Spreading out to cut off avenues for their allies.<br /><br />Their opponents spoke on a closed circut, private channel of communication. Virtually as good as telepathy. &ldquo;This is sheriff Revel, giiirls we are in the thick of it. All the escapees are here, aprehend with maximum force so they don&rsquo;t feel a thing. I invoke the right to suspend your connection to the core matrix so you can follow me. Heed this order, put down the prison break.&rdquo;<br /><br />Everyone got ready for a brawl, while Beowulf still directed their forces. &ldquo;Andragon, that sheriffs got to go. It&rsquo;s more important than getting out of here with one of the taller drakes.&rdquo; Mittens expressed serious concerns with his priorities. &ldquo;This is a prison break! Not a gift shop, if you get us out of here. You can fuck this dragon!&rdquo; Yet she responded again anyways. Moving to draw her attention, which guided by rage of a previous defeat. Indeed caused her to peel off leading the formation to turn her into spare parts.<br /><br />With a moment&#039;s time bought, Beowulf scooped up Clover on his tail and placed him on Boogiegirls back. &ldquo;Uh, why-&rdquo; He asked, believing it a really bad idea to embrace the one ally they had who had no use for physical strength at all. The pony was nervous as she imagined whatever last, unignorable part of the plan remained involved her getting maimed quite badly and needing the rapid healing. Expressing. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t-&rdquo; Before utterly running out of time as a chain of explosions created by her rival tore open holes in the floor leading up to her. She got slapped on the rear end, pointed right at the archmage, and told. &ldquo;FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC B***!&rdquo; Sharply censoring his statement before galloping around the blasts for her life.<br /><br />Meanwhile, in the important first third of the plan. Cyanide called out to Sandy, wanting to make a personal detour along the way. Cassius had experienced a downright terrible day. No doubt his shame would be the talk of the break room for months, but all of that would be forgotten if he could simply recapture the labrat without any complications and ride the high of his research to the top of the medical community.<br /><br />Complications drove up to him just as the half dozen hard working mechanical arms and welding tools were halfway through the delicate process of perfectly recreating his individualized face. In particular, his multiple eyes cause them extensive labour. Each one being crafted on the spot as if by 3D printer. Instantly he began fidgeting under great stress, no one was looking at the duo approaching him. Something quickly rectified by a panicked series of messages that caused a dragon to turn her attention just seconds too late.<br /><br />Sandy emptied 4 electromagnetic rounds from a specialized revolver into the medically modified half of the platform before pistol whipping it hard. All the while Cyanide fought to pry it off with her crowbar. Needing only the simplest tools. The doctor was pissed, lashing out and breaking away from the three restraining strips there to keep him in place less a misplaced welding torch cause the bot anymore work than it already had. He threw a punch at Sandy that she was quick to dodge before starting to strangle Cyanide with great effectiveness. Electing not to crush her neck outright so he&rsquo;d be able to get to work as soon as possible.<br /><br />A rush of regret and adrenal juices fueled the not at all terrible idea for Cyanide to depress the throttle on the side of the platform to its highest point. Rockets on the rear end shooting her and Cassius off chaotically into the distance. Not at all keeping a stable pattern they flew like two angry rag dolls. Sandy could only laugh, spinning the pistol in her hand for just a moment to watch the hell unfold while taking note of its general pattern. Before taking aim and squeezing off two well aimed shots. One at the hand he used to cling to the Cyan. The other at the one he used to anchor himself to the platform. Causing him to fall directly into the hellish melee below while the rat narrowly managed to stabilize and continue onward to their destination.<br /><br />The sounds of battle died down as they entered a neighboring chamber housing a top of the line Stellar Navis. Specially constructed for her. With no feasible means of escape. Her skin was bronze, akin to that of an amazon. Her body generally humanoid in shape save for the fact that she lacked arms and the thighs of her legs melded into a long tail capable of propelling her through space. Her head had a cute hairstyle going over one eye and her entire colour scheme was painted in glorious gold and brown as if tattooed.<br /><br />Due to her pervasive position, the lady as long as three football fields scarcely noticed them enter. In her mouth housed a enormous rubber bit. With a web of straps securing her down into a compartment the exact shape of her body. These docking clamps formed the entirety of her bondage. Working in perfect unison with a orange prisoners suit quite identical to what Cyanide had on earlier. Her entire body was shiny, as if coated in a thin layer of oil. While a fucking machine the size of an industrial drill worked away tirelessly between her legs, day and night. She was being disciplined, and had been for a while.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh my harem!&rdquo; Cyanide gasped, smoothly sliding in virtual silence with her hoverboard. &ldquo;Look at the size of those hungolomghnonoloughongous!&rdquo; Indeed, the size of a Navis&rsquo;s breasts was directly proportional to the amount of damage they could dish out. And this frigate had two size F&rsquo;s so massive that they may just have been proportionally larger than even Sandy&rsquo;s chests. Her &lsquo;guns&rsquo; depowered and locked away with nipple clamps strong enough to crush a man. Out of every feature of her body the room struggled to contain them. Indeed her own face nestled heavily into them for sheer lack of room.<br /><br />Cyanide almost fell off her board when Sandy threw a large plasma cannon into her arms. &ldquo;Well, this aint your first rodeo is it? We gotta un-hogtie this bessy or-&rdquo; &ldquo;Holy shit or we won&rsquo;t get the cattle to Montana before winter?&rdquo; Cyan remarked back. Causing her cohort to laugh heartily once again. Ever amused by her simple antics. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s a good one, where and what in the hell is Montana?&rdquo;<br /><br /><br />While teamwork and firepower won the day in one battle, another had far steeper odds. It was Mittens alone holding off the brunt of the enemies numbers. Revel, and three giants. They were housed in a room the size of an epic gymnasium. The enormous girls bound to every corner of the walls seeming tiny in the grand scheme of it all. One of the deputies grew cocky. Walking ahead out of formation against orders. &ldquo;I eat kobolds like this for breakfast.&rdquo; She growled as Revel directed her to stop.<br /><br />Mitten&rsquo;s smiled a broken grin, though several of her allies believed her to be little more than dead weight. Another damsel at this point to drag home. She had a simple objective, and would need to be balsley as hell to pull it off. Without hesitation, as soon as the opportunity grew Cyanide activated her full Sadism system. Her most powerful combat form. A salvo of missiles leaped forth, spreading out all across their battlefield. Revel, wisely called for assistance from Bubbles. Who was fully occupied herself giving her attention to not harming Boogie. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re under attack, take care of the missiles.&rdquo;<br /><br />So Bubbles, annoyed. Reached out with her magic to detonate one in a neat little unbreakable sphere expecting a moderate blast. What she did not expect was for each of the bombs to have a nuclear yield of 20 kilotons. &ldquo;AHHHHHHHHHHHH!&rdquo; She squealed in a vibrant rising pitch. The missiles each drawing closer as she was stunned and ill prepared. If even one went off without her control then the entire battle would end for everyone in a blast capable of wiping any non-deputy off the face of the earth for good.<br /><br />So, out of the three dozen salvo. Missiles began blinking out of existence. Each was too sensitive for a teleport spell to work properly on. With multiple going on at once it took all that she had. One by one they vanished, but each time they only traveled a fraction of the distance. The first, harmlessly detonated twenty miles away from the station in space. But one after one they got closer. Until she had to shield each individual bomb personally to limit the blast as to not tear the base apart. In the end, it looked like she was just about to make it. When Boogiegirl realized she had the opportunity to cast her own spell.<br /><br />Going in for a finishing blow, her objective was to teleport Bubble&rsquo;s artificial brain right out of her head. So they could run off with it like she&rsquo;d seen in all those late night drama&rsquo;s. Well, Bubbles. Who reacted on instinct. Did not let her get the opportunity. Counterspelling at the last instant when one bomb remained. This bomb, went off directly on the chest of the large deputy that tried to dodge it by turning to the side. Yet did not annihilate everyone.<br /><br />The mage, managed to at the last second. Create a large shield around the giant. Trapping her in with the blast yet preventing the entire station from going up. Radiation spilled out with deadly thickness. Blanketing every living creature in a dose that&rsquo;d kill them in a matter of minutes. But it was Boogie&rsquo;s turn to do damage control. Sweeping it all herself out into space. Any remaining rads being treated by PERVS over time. For a time, she had to wonder whether it would be best to stop her friend before everyone perished in the crossfire of another attack. From the other room Cyanide yelled. &ldquo;Yeah! Go Metal Gear Mittens!&rdquo; Despite not being able to see or hear anything.<br /><br />&ldquo;I always wondered why people don&rsquo;t use their strongest attack first.&rdquo; Said Mittens, who was amused with the light show. Licking one of her paws in boredom. Sheriff lead deputies attacked with all the speed they could muster. Looking to tear her apart before anything like the first salvo could be launched out again. Only to see that she had far more fire power where that came from. Launching out where about ten balloon like battle bots that hovered in the air. Each then proceeded to fire off a battery of laser attacks aimed at the weak points of the giants. Targeting limbs, nipples, and the structural points of their weapons.<br /><br />Revel followed protocol, creating a dragons head cannon to fire at her from a distance. Something her weapons were uniquely prepared to deal with. Lasers turned their attention to her projectiles as they flew. Acting at point defence and rendering every supersonic dragons tooth useless at it burst in midair. Before quickly they targeted the other exposed dragon&#039;s teeth. Blowing up the weapon entirely.<br /><br />The draconian woman next to the sheriff raised her own flamethrower to torch her into a pile of ash. But found that the smaller drake was already in the air. Wings beating like a hummingbird with two high powered rockets causing her to gain great speed as she went over the flame. Landing on the drakes nose, flexing her body open as large as possible. She called on every remaining gun, bomb, and trick left to lay into her at once.<br /><br />Shotguns sprouted from her eyes, a howitzer from her chest, her brain stuck out to shoot lasers in all directions, uzi&rsquo;s took the place of her claws, her elbows shot fire, acid spit from her teeth, miniguns released from her hips, her knee&rsquo;s shot a string of grenades, her shoulder fired bolts of lighting, her back shot out a dozen drones that all added their own ordinance to the mix, a mirriad of weaponry a testament to the starwalker of Sadism herself. Debbys.<br /><br />The giant&#039;s head was blasted off by seemingly ten thousand rounds. Her skull catapulted hard in a gorey shower of ultraviolence into her accomplice which knocked her off her feet. From the giants shoulder Mitten&rsquo;s shot every single part of the remaining giants body. Blowing off pieces due to the sheer number of projectiles. Ending her in a matter of seconds in a seemingly unstoppable barrage.<br /><br />But a far more skilled serpent slithered up the body of the giant Mittens stood on just as the recol from her cannons toppled the remains of the deputy. All of her guns aimed up at the roof which was blown clean off. Bubbles having to take the time once again to keep in all the air as the infinite bounds of space leaked in all around them. Finally, Revel got to a position to put an end to this. Striking from directly behind to suck the drake into her wood shipper like tornado gun that was set to kill.<br /><br />This deific firepower created an opening for a far more skilled officer to take control however. And without a massive, unmissable target. The weaknesses in Mitten&rsquo;s design began to show themselves. Between the recoil constantly pushing her back and the illusive dance of hops rolls and twists. She stood no chance to intercept with any blow more effective than a low calibur graze until she was right on top of the walking armory.<br /><br />In one single blow of her tail Revel split the dragon in half, who rolled down the body of the giant all the way to the floor. Sparking and shuddering. The outcome decided in an instant. Everyone&#039;s ears still ringing from the seemingly never ending spray of bullets and bombs. A disquiet calm fell over officer and convict alike. Many wondering if it was done, the outcome decided. They got their awnser.<br /><br />Two halves acting in paralel. Mitten&rsquo;s tail wound around Revels in a harness. Her claws clamping to the floor before she turned her entire frontal torso around. Revealing her largest gun yet. In a flash of quick reactions, Revel threw her hammer with the might of thor while Mittens opened fire. Each one was torn apart in a matter of seconds. A small, black box sprouting forth as the only piece undamaged on either side by the exchange. Designed to withstand utterly anything, to shield their minds from death at all cost so they could be rebuilt.<br /><br />A secondary explosion followed and all the lights of nearby power went out. Replaced by a distant sun, and a unspeakably massive gas giant they were orbiting for the sake of fuel, complete with a large asteroid belt, even the artificial gravity went dark filled instead with the gentle magic of Boogiegirl pulling everyone to the floor. In the sky, over a hundred drones began to assemble. Many trying emergency action to weld critical systems back together while others flew about capturing a number of giant (and worse yet, tiny) prisoners that had been blasted into the void. A number tried to come into the air pocket Bubbles had made. But were repelled. She did not want them to screw things up any worse then they already where.<br /><br />Retrieving the black boxes of both Revel and Mittens, Bubbles had them float around her head in a simple orbit. &ldquo;Ok, wow. Out of hand much? Boogie, my sweet filly. Let&rsquo;s just stop all this, clean up the mess, and figure out the next step. Our little Mittens blew up so bad she&rsquo;ll need a whole new body, and it&rsquo;s not like you can keep doing your show while being a criminal. This can all just, go away.&rdquo; She say with extra conviction.<br /><br />Clover instantly checked to make sure Petal was OK. Who indeed, had clutched Boogiegirl&#039;s leg at the first opportunity. Wrapping vines around him like she never wanted to let go. &ldquo;Hey don&rsquo;t listen to her, she&rsquo;s manipulating you Boogiegirl! They&rsquo;ve lied to you from the start about where this was and what they want to do. If you go back, you&rsquo;ll never know if it&rsquo;s the truth, and Mittens, all of us will get the book thrown our way!&rdquo; He says with conviction, standing atop her back like a little spartan even while his body was threatening to be squished.<br /><br />She seemed very surprised, snapped out of a panicked stupor born of feeling far out of her depth. Beowulf spoke. &ldquo;This entire station is a glorified hand of Arrest, plucking any who take her eye with only the thin veil of law to back it up. Almost no one here has committed a real crime Boogie. Especially you.&rdquo; &ldquo;Teena de babba, hun jill guy it!&rdquo; Petal chirped in support. All of this simply left Bubbles with a far more pissed of expression. Fed up with the taste of drama herself, Boogiegirl shifted her weight onto her haunches, only asking one simple thing. &ldquo;Is this true?&rdquo;<br /><br />The air seemed to get thinner. As if somebody was paying less attention to keeping it intact and may have let a small hole or two pass their attention. &ldquo;Only if you don&rsquo;t look at the big picture, everyone here has consequences to pay for their actions. Even Mittens was a extremist rebel making scenes like this happen every other week. And no one stays here for long, everyone who can. Is rehabilitated, fast. If they stay longer than a year, it&rsquo;s our failure.&rdquo; &ldquo;So, what am I in rehab?&rdquo; Boogiegirl asks coldly, Clover being so bold as to follow. &ldquo;Was Petal? She never did anything wrong, there&rsquo;s no one she even could hurt on Ferox!&rdquo;<br /><br />Bubbles seemed sad, a look of defeat replacing the confidence she&rsquo;d otherwise held tight in her gaze. &ldquo;I guess, maby we all should be.&rdquo; Her ear twitched as if noticing something. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve got to be kidding me.&rdquo; Then, she ceased to exist. Unfortunately, following her almost instantly. The metal panels of the floor began to buckle and bend. &ldquo;This is very bad!&rdquo; Clover called out over the loud noise. Plugging Petals ears with a pair of vines as everything began to come apart around them. Even Boogiegirl had to take charge and keep a small life bubble around them all. That&rsquo;s when they got the call. &ldquo;Hey everyone, we rustled up the ship! Get yer sorry behinds over here, none of us can fly.&rdquo; Sandy called over the radio.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Moments later everyone was situated inside of the Shooting Star. Entering the vessel revealed her true biomechanical nature, they were situated in the bridge of her body. Not to be confused with the pilots room. Hanging above their heads was a large, glowing heart. Pounding steadily, underfoot was an organic metal hybrid that Clover and Petal each found acceptable. Beowulf had booked it clean past them to pilot the vessel and none of the doors were responding. Just as they pulled out of the prison a large, holographic display portrayed their environment in 360 degrees around them. As well as a map of their destination, portraying a loop around the gas giant. Yet nobody paid much attention to that, far more pressing was the image of the entire ship breaking into pieces.<br /><br />&ldquo;Is, is she picking it apart for all of us. So we can escape?&rdquo; Boogiegirl asked, taking just a moment to get her bearings and fix her complexion. But rather then all of the pieces falling apart at an equal rate. They seemed to be compiling in odd directions. Cyanide shook her head. &ldquo;We got like fucking fifteen pages left. Get comfortable. Either two people are getting fucked. Or-&rdquo; &ldquo;Isa gian debluie!&rdquo; Petal pointed, jumping up and down. The entire crew watched in awe, as the station peeled itself apart due to the extreme pressure of magic. Forming into a giant, nine tailed fox. Thousands of drones were picked apart. Their thrusters being planted on the back so it could move. With a flash, two eyes opened and it unleashed a cosmic howl that radiated down to the very soul.<br /><br />Beowulf, seemed to miss all of that. Coming over the intercom. &ldquo;Ok girls we made it out of there in good time, and there&rsquo;s not a drone that can keep up with our lovely Star. Who you should thank for saving you all by the way. Now if any of you fine young women want to come thank me I&rsquo;ll open the captains quarters just this once so you can come and use me to tickle your throat with.&rdquo; Cyanide growled, holding a hand out to Clover. &ldquo;Rainberry.&rdquo; &ldquo;Huh? It&rsquo;s not lunchtime.&rdquo; &ldquo;Gimme a f***** rainbow coloured berry.&rdquo;<br /><br />Cyanide marched into the pilots room which had a blissfully ignorant Beowulf prostrated. His annoying, gold lined flacid cock being covered by nothing more than a speedo. It was quite the spectacular room, there was a song like hum in the voice of a woman, and her tender brain. The size of an elephant. Pulsed transparently with life, all of her thoughts, passions, and sensations being visible like a looking glass. Then turning every colour of the rainbow when Cyanide flung a fruit at the captains head.<br /><br />&ldquo;LOOK YOU F***** IDIOT IF YOU DON&rsquo;T HANDLE THAT MONSTER HAREM BE D*** I WILL MUTINY AND SPEND THE LAST MINUTE OF FREEDOM I HAVE LEFT CHEWING YOUR N*** OFF!&rdquo;<br /><br />In the other room, the intercom quickly reported. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re under attack!&rdquo; After everyone short of the ship facepalmed, they banked dramatically. Avoiding a bite from the megafox big enough to easily swallow them whole. Explaining. &ldquo;Ok new crew! We need to loop a quarter way around the gas giant to get enough speed off the gravity to get to the nearest star and get the harem outta here! We need that elemental to report to her battle station. Otherwise, they stripped all the other guns and useful parts of the ship off. So watch as I gloriously-!!! s***!&rdquo; The voice cut out as everyone was thrown off their feet and to the side except for Boogiegirl and Circut.<br /><br />The naive elemental, wondering what her awesome battlestation would be. Flew into a highlighted chamber. There, all of her bindings were clipped away. Including the steaming hot Rolly Polly girl who scuttled away. Replacing it, were a series of rigid straps that bound her legs together kneeling before spreading them apart. Her arms were seized in straitjacket like fashion and a ball gag was launched into her mouth like a gun. Everything knitted in an extra tight, revealing harness around her. As suddenly in every square inch of the room choice cuts of pornography were taken and displayed everywhere. This much hardcore content trumped everything she&rsquo;d yet seen. Distracting the elemental and pressing turn ons she didn&#039;t know she had.<br /><br />Then, a tiny mechanical hand inserted three vibrators into her sex and one into her rear end. Causing her to squeal and kick, making no progress in the sound proofed reactor room. As she tried to speak, a new program came online. Detailing for the casual observer what she had to say. &ldquo;HELP! What&rsquo;s wrong, I&rsquo;m, lost! This is a lot, oh sugar honey iced tea!&rdquo; A dildo, about sized for a human. Neared her with great aggression, doing everything she could. Straining her wings at top speed was not enough to avoid her fate as the multi textured, ribbed cock slick in sensitivity increasing lube powered through at 10/10 speed. Her body accommodating it like she never knew she could, it&rsquo;s form barely even flexing behind her now highly spread open sex.<br /><br /><br />Outside, Bubbles&rsquo;s city sized golem locked together all of it&rsquo;s tails in a trap. &ldquo;We&rsquo;re surrounded!&rdquo; Sandy called out, clutching to a metal railing for dear life. Not daring to sit in one of the chairs Clover had tried. Which strapped him down with about 30 seatbelts rendering the Leshy immobile. &ldquo;Faithless little sea badger, that just means we can fire in all directions. Star! Full power, wish overdrive!&rdquo;<br /><br />Moving as dynamically as a mermaid, Star spiralled dozens of times, picking up speed. Internally motion dampeners strained to keep the entire crew from becoming pinballs. Her nipples powered up with heavenly light. Before firing off dozens of streaking energy projectiles that twisted like fireworks in every direction. She wound up following one curving wave of twenty blasts that was heading right to the gas giant.<br /><br />&ldquo;ROOOWL!&rdquo; They heard a canine like howl as everything was covered up by clouds of debris. There was not a crew member aboard that did not fear an impact. Yet, miraculously. They were able to fly right through a newly torn impact crater. Cassius, who had all of his arms and legs broken in the explosion. Watching the ship fly by at the speed of sound with a furrowed brow.<br /><br />&ldquo;We&rsquo;re in the home stretch, now we just need 5 minutes over the asteroid field and we&rsquo;ll get our slingshot to the stars.&rdquo; Beowulf informed everyone. Star danced along the surface of the field, several of the rocks bigger than herself. But most about the size of Circut. Checking the instruments on his dashboard. Beowulf was not impressed. The elemental was reaching her maximum threshold too fast. On her fifth orgasm already, he determined she must have already gone through thorough use today. Struggling to make each last as long as possible. &ldquo;We&rsquo;ve got one more attack like that left in us.&rdquo; He informed everybody.<br /><br />Sandy, who had largely been focused on not getting thrown around like a ragdoll. Was not happy to hear the voice behind her. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ll not get to use it.&rdquo; The instant she turned around she was attacked by Bubbles. Who&rsquo;d warped onboard the ship in the middle of their barrage. With enough bindings to take them all into custody. She did not use magic, rather driving her mechanically augmented fangs into the flesh of Sandy&rsquo;s right arm. Not wanting another sly quickdraw.<br /><br />She did still manage to yank out another gun, but it&rsquo;d not even finished forming before he&rsquo;d casted a minor spell to superheat the handle until she was forced to drop it almost instantly. Though not ready for a fight, the rag tag crew did their best to spring into action. Clover unleashed all his vines at once, yet the fox replied by waving his tail like a fan. Pulverizing them like a weed wacker. The stress of such caused the poor leshy to Buckle over. Relying on his mates help to even stand.Boogiegirl raised a hoof, sincerely desiring to help but fearing another counterspell.<br /><br />There was much more she feared, and had to fear actually. All around them the room portrayed the enormous fox putting itself hastily back together as it ran along the asteroid belt. Gaining on them. Sandy was manhandled barkling, kicking, hissing, and whining as she was forced into an automatically retracting Space Vixen&trade; ponysuit. Which bound her bit and bridle with arms tucked into V shaped binders. Hoof clad feet so useless she went tumbling to the side at the first minor turn.. She was completely subdued.<br /><br />A heaping surge of nanobots on a scale as of yet unforetold assembled into rows and rows of dragon cannons, mole launchers, and tornado&rsquo;s. Suddenly an impossible number of exploding dragons teeth pounded on the outside, the occasional mole bomb slipped through and blasted countless subsystems, while a storm of scrap metal wore down the integrity of Star&rsquo;s hull at every single chance. It was all beowulf could do to dodge the larger mole launcher drills which could spell certain doom in a moments notice.<br /><br />&ldquo;This is what power is Boogiegirl. I wish it wasn&#039;t but it&rsquo;s just a fact. Girls like us don&rsquo;t get to make some decisions in our lives and that&rsquo;s fine. It&rsquo;s what we do after those decisions that counts. You know this is just a mistake.. Come back with me, we&rsquo;ve got some shows to make, and there&rsquo;s a lot it&rsquo;s time to teach you.&rdquo; Noticing her still conflicted expression gave him pause. Stroking his temper. &ldquo;What is it!? Grow up, everyone has to take the pain with the pleasure. That&rsquo;s how all of this works, and if anyone besides me were right here. You&rsquo;d be a traitor for life. Do you even care about your dreams? If I don&rsquo;t beat you, and you&rsquo;ll be fighting. Forever. Think how hard that is.&rdquo;<br /><br />Sensing a good chance to make her move, Cyanide leapt from the pilots room and flew to the large industrial plasma rifle they&rsquo;d left on the other end. Before she could close half the distance, a fiery burst ripped it into pieces without effort. Knocking her to the floor. Wanting to return his attention to Boogiegirl. He growled when the rat started to stand up. Ears ringing, whiskers black with soot. &ldquo;S*** o** o* t***!&rdquo; Bubbles Called out, before looking surprised at her own mouth. Ears aggressively turned down at Boogiegirl. &ldquo;**** ** **** ***.&rdquo; The girl said, words utterly lost.<br /><br />Walking back to the side of her newfound friend, Cyan talked down to the little fox. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve got a lot of nerve, and less sense than anyone I&rsquo;ve ever met. You keep talking on a loop like you know it all. Keeping her down, doing anything it takes for your fragile ego. And the fact I got to spell this out for you makes me sick.&rdquo; The fox walked around the pair slowly, far more akin to a wolf. &ldquo;And that&rsquo;s that you can&rsquo;t win bub. You could drag us all back kicking and screaming, you can torture us till the heat death of the universe. But Boogie&rsquo;s never going to forget, she&rsquo;ll never trust you again. And though you may have her twisted up inside, that love you thought you could have had was gone the minute she figured you out.&rdquo;<br /><br />Downright amused by her words, Bubbles smugly looked at Boogiegirl. And felt her heart get ripped out by her expression alone. She&#039;d completely and utterly given up on her. Tail between her legs. She walked forward, not able to put to voice any apologies, or able to think straight at all as to what this could mean for any plan. Or what she had to do. So lost was she, there was no room in his pitty filled brain to notice that she was taking on a greenish colour. &ldquo;Boogie-&rdquo; &ldquo;Cut. Get out of here Bubbles. You don&rsquo;t belong here.&rdquo;<br /><br />There was a clear struggle, almost matched one for one as Bubbles was messily teleported out of the room. Leaving the pony with a forlorn, misty eyed expression as she nuzzled Cyanide for support. It was like she had been smudged out by an eraser she sent her right outside the hull of Star. Which was being pulverized to the point of capitulation, instantly she was forced to stop and after several seconds things calmed down. Cyanide noticed the two black boxes, belonging to Mittens and Revel. Had clattered to the floor. Beowulf called. &ldquo;Ok boys and girls, we&rsquo;re fucked! Star&rsquo;s too beat up to make a jump through the sun now. The heat would go right through her hull and bake us all.&rdquo;<br /><br />Faced by a new problem, hardly anyone had time to notice during their dramatic encounter that the megafox had already exceeded the progress of the shooting star. And was now standing directly ahead of it. Though it&rsquo;s head was bent in grief. It&rsquo;s tails stretched out in every direction like that of the star behind it. Ready to end any attempt of slipping by. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s recovered, there&rsquo;s a new wave of fire coming in. Make peace with your gods, there&rsquo;s coke and brandy in the mini fridge.&rdquo; Beowulf called out.<br /><br />Cyanide&rsquo;s head was spinning. They needed a miracle now. Star had to be patched up in a matter of minutes not days. Using all of their remaining firepower would scarcely buy much time. And Boogie did not stand a chance of matching all of her ex&rsquo;s magic. She felt like an chemist a pinch of toxin away from a lethal brew. All of her comrades had given their best efforts, including herself, and there was nothing left to do. Well, except to throw all they had into doing their best.<br /><br />Yet, Boogie still had great reservations even after making her stand against Bubbles. The image seemed to choke the freedom out of all space around them as the pony cowered away from it. Where everybody else saw just a towering ship made out of a station in the venue of a fox. She saw something far more sinister. Perhaps it was just a hallucination, or a childish imagination gone awry. But to her the true monster stood miles behind it. A towering fox big enough to eat the stars. Made out of pure energy and puppeteering it&rsquo;s every moment with an endless series of tails. All guided by Bubbles via a manmade mind that knew no fatigue, no hesitation and no confusion.<br /><br />There was one thing left for Cyanide to say, she herself possessed as the only one who could do it. Perhaps later, when they were comrades in arms. Could the mare be able to reach out to any of her friends. But in this moment, through her special. Poisoned eyes. She fully understood what Boogiegirl saw. Smirking despite it all. &ldquo;Yeah, it&rsquo;s there alright. I see it too.&rdquo; Boogie looked at her in shock while she continued. &ldquo;You never needed to do that, the only thing to worry about. Is in here.&rdquo; She pointed up to the heart lining the ceiling. Glowing blood illuminating the room.<br /><br />Everyone who could flew into action, Boogiegirl pranced forward unfettered. Phasing through several walls to walk on the very front of the ship as Beowulf took on combat maneuvers. Charging right for the enormous fox. Her expression one of resolve. This time when a sweeping wave of gunfire came in the captain was not alone. As Boogie pushed herself to the limit. Pulling up two large asteroids from the belt to fend off attacks. They swung around at high speeds, covered in a haze of purple and pink energy shooting off like sparklers. At times even teleporting to get in the way of oncoming blasts. While Beowulf opened fire in a controlled volly. Not wanting to use up all that Clover had in her just yet.<br /><br />&ldquo;Hey Captain D*** Mouth, can you hear me?&rdquo; She asks Beowulf, limping hurriedly over to the two Leshy left in the room. One of whom was dizzy while the other consoled him. The pilot returned an aggravated. &ldquo;I am two buttons away from sending you to the pixie molestation chamber.&rdquo; &ldquo;Good, sign me and Petal up.&rdquo; She ordered, snapping her fingers &ldquo;Come on girl, it&rsquo;s not so bad.&rdquo; She instructed the pink Petal, holding her hand while walking for the door that stayed closed. Clover followed closely behind. &ldquo;Where are we doing?&rdquo; Cyanide looked at him seriously. &ldquo;Uhh, something&hellip; innovative.&rdquo; He nodded enthusiastically. &ldquo;Sounds like a blooming idea!&rdquo; They felt the ship change it&rsquo;s maneuvers.<br /><br />&ldquo;You really want to spend your last few min- Fine, open the doors.&rdquo; Replied the captain, who&rsquo;s instincts all guided him to try her course of action. Though not a leader, he smelled a sense of purpose she&rsquo;d not held in a long time. One that just might narrowly be enough to get them out of here. Petals room was surprisingly large, a white void like place filled with unseen toys and alight with screens. A den of sordid pleasures galore fit to house many Elements larger than her. But it was not because of her power that she came in here, well not directly.<br /><br />Wearing many hats, it was with surprising tact that she asked the couple. &ldquo;Ok, we&rsquo;re safe here. Now what in Harem&rsquo;s name is Petal really? Anything that could help us get out of here. Is best for everyone.&rdquo; She inquired, instantly causing Clover to go sheepish. Holding hands, with time running out. He explained. &ldquo;Ok, ok&hellip; Whew&hellip; So&hellip; Petal, is not exactly a Leshy.&rdquo; He said, questioning his tongue even in these dire straits. Trying to pretend that the peril could not be further away even as the occasional sound of a distant crash anchored him to their reality.<br /><br />&ldquo;I never was like all the other Leshy, they didn&#039;t get the way I think, question things. All my life I just wanted to see more, and watch. One night-&rdquo; Despite being in the generator room a particularly devastating blast made the lights blink out. Forcing her into action. &ldquo;Clover! There&rsquo;s no time, I need, I&hellip; Hey, translate for me. Tell her I need to ask questions.&rdquo; Immediately the Leshy showed concern, glancing at his mate and not wanting to worry her. &ldquo;Why?&rdquo; &ldquo;Because it&rsquo;s go time, and we need all hands on deck. There&rsquo;s not anyone else here who&rsquo;d try to get her pink rear in gear. Because I know about how she was taken.&rdquo; The rat points out.<br /><br />The boy squeezed her hand, but nodded. Calmly churring in Leshy that the two would talk. Cyanide impored. &ldquo;How can you turn enormous?&rdquo; &ldquo;Why&rsquo;s that-&rdquo; She snapped her fingers. &ldquo;No commentary, I need a straight talker to her right now. Can you do that Clover?&rdquo; Swallowing his tongue. Hee transferred over, without filter. What Cyan had to say. Concern flushed over his mates face, and he quickly responded with. &ldquo;She says she can&rsquo;t, we&rsquo;re not on Ferox.&rdquo; But Cyanide saw the girl sweat. Standing with Clover between them. A vine playing nervously with her ear. And knew she had to persist.<br /><br />&ldquo;Bull, why won&rsquo;t she tell the truth?&rdquo; Petal took a step away as Clover timidly shared her remark. The reply being. &ldquo;Why could she trust you when you aren&rsquo;t one of us?&rdquo; Cyanide angrily gestured all around as the room shook. &ldquo;You see any Leshy escape pods around here, news flash. You&rsquo;re with us little girl like it or not.&rdquo; Before Clover could finish relaying the message she stormed off. Quipping. &ldquo;Maby I don&rsquo;t want to be!&rdquo; Yet she picked a bad room to flee. As Cyanide demonstrated by whistleing, activating a series of mechanisms that sprout up. Leaving both her and her mate prostrated with their legs spread and their asses up. Wrists bound in tiny steel chains. &ldquo;Keep going! This is for the good of her too.&rdquo; She barked at Clover, pressing the issue further. Leering over the bound form of Petal.<br /><br />&ldquo;Just who the hell are you!? I&rsquo;ve never met a Leshy so stubborn in my whole life.&rdquo; The pink plant girl barked back angrily now. &ldquo;Err, she told you just to stick something somewhere the sun doesn&#039;t... Er.&rdquo; &ldquo;Tell her to shut up! I did not risk it all to-!&rdquo; There was a loud slapping sound as Petal tore out of her restrains with a quadruplet of vines. One slapping the rat right across the fact hard enough to send her to the floor as she stood suspended with them. Menacingly. (Damn it! Thought for sure she&rsquo;d reveal herself there, I forgot Leshy have those stupid vines! But she did prove my point, there&rsquo;s not a plant babe alive who&rsquo;d have the gumption to do that.)<br /><br />As Petal moved closer. Ready to slap a bitch into enough bindings that she&rsquo;d not have to deal with her insolent complaints during the rest of the battle. Cyanide pointed her finger, calling out. &ldquo;Tell her to stop, tell her who let you go and got you all the way here. Tell her that every single boy and girl on this ship has just as much hurt as she does.&rdquo; She highlighted at the last minute. And as Clover quickly explained. The violence in her eyes gave way to guilt. She hung a little bit lower, yet still towered over the four foot tall rat.<br /><br />As she started speaking this time, the roses tears bubbled up and fell onto the floor. Going on. &ldquo;This isn&#039;t about taking care of some enemy, we&rsquo;ve been cought before and we always get away. It&rsquo;s about you! As soon as this is all done at best you&rsquo;ll use us for nothing but air and food till it&rsquo;s time to part ways. And you&rsquo;ll ditch us wherever it suits you! And that&rsquo;s if we&rsquo;re lucky.&rdquo; &ldquo;You&rsquo;re the only one here lieing to anyone, and it&rsquo;s to yourself! Both of you are more scared of the universe than anyone I&rsquo;ve ever seen. It&rsquo;s toxic! If you can rely on others half as much as you depend on each other. Then you can both learn so much.&rdquo;<br /><br />Now collapsed onto her hands and knees at her mates side, Petal hysterically bawled out. Which Clover, now teared up himself said. &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t! I&rsquo;m the worst, anyone else could save the day but I can&rsquo;t.&rdquo; &ldquo;And not just you who can move on, the entire world will grow-&rdquo; &ldquo;The outside world is too big for me! I never wanted to leave.&rdquo; &ldquo;That&rsquo;s why we want you to rely on us, just six people in your same shoes. To believe in us. Love is never lesser when shared, and we can share that love with you.&rdquo; Cyanide said, now close enough to pet the tearful Leshy on the petals.<br /><br />&ldquo;Love?&rdquo; She asked, looking up in the eyes of the scientist that she thought could never have understood such a thing. Tender feelings, feelings from Eons ago. Long before Core, or even the birth of the galaxy. There was a great race of titans, as old as life itself. They did not want to reach out further into the world they found themselves in. So they created the starwalkers instead. Who went out in a great odyssey of untold discovery. Yet when they came back, each of them had changed. Becoming their own person.<br /><br />This new Star Harem sought more than the titans could ever get them. So they went to war. Petal watched as one by one they were crushed, enslaved, and shamed beyond all belief. It was her cowardice that sent her to the world of Ferox to hide until the last sun burnt out. But for lifetimes, there was hope for the future. Togetherness with her towering sisters in arms. They sacrificed for each other, cared on the easy days and the hard, and pushed each other to be more.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re&hellip; Right. This is a world that I helped make, and I can&rsquo;t keep hiding in it any longer.&rdquo; With a flick of a vine she released Clover. Before walking over to the moaning bag of happiness that was Circut. Indulging in pleasure far beyond what was enjoyable. Deliriously cumming with less and less awareness of her surroundings. With her own two paws Clover reached out and fondled under the girls chest. Leaning in to softly lick just under the pleasure button of her nipple. And causing a light to fill the room.<br /><br />Outside, Boogiegirl and Beowulf where pushed to the limit. Star was between the jaws of the great fox that wanted to crush her and pick out the crew one at a time. Mind as one with her, the captain felt her pain as he guided her body to struggle like a fish trying to get out. The filly did everything in her power to lessen the blow. All of the fox&rsquo;s teeth ripped off and it&rsquo;s lower jaw glowing with purple energy preventing it from closing completely as the bite threatened more and more.<br /><br />Steadily, the ship began to shift into a green hue. Yet Star&rsquo;s transformation was not complete. From the thigh up still her usual colour. Boogiegirl watched with flagging eyes, yet after several moments it dawned on her what she should be doing. Though it took even more focus, she drifted down into the pilots chamber. To see Beowulf&rsquo;s herculean physique struggling to escape from an enemy invisible from within. Vines hanging heavy in the room yet limp. Devoid of energy.<br /><br />So, as the last of her magic ran out. And Star&rsquo;s Cabin pressure was critical. Her entire hull threatening to collapse. She crawled into his lap as if to comfort &nbsp;the man. Flank tastefully displayed. Despite everything, the pilot could not hide his starstruck satisfaction. The tiniest semblance of a smile appearing on the edges of his lips. But that was not quite good enough. She leaned in slowly, and gave him a carefree. Deep kiss. His scepter lengthening rapidly between his legs. Filling the entire cabin with a light more glorious than a dozen suns. There was a lurching sound, as Petal got everything she needed.<br /><br />Green head to toe, and covered in pink Polka dots. The physique of the Shooting Star became like that of an amazonian Naga. She sprouted beautiful, powerful, and articulate arms. Her tail lengthened to nearly five times the size of her body. Wrapping around and crushing parts of the makeshift battle station. As water in pipes networked all across the facility ruptured they were sucked dry to fuel the photosynthetic burst. Everything growing bigger so much so she was able to smother the fox of death into her enormous mammaries with ease. Embracing the feminine figure erotically, grasping all the way to it&rsquo;s steel backside. Given beauty as millions of cables hung out all over its body like fur.<br /><br />A voice boomed through every hall of the station she touched and all throughout star herself. &ldquo;This is, stronger than I&rsquo;ve ever felt. I see what strength is, embracing others. No matter what. And you, are not going to take anything more from us!&rdquo; Several explosions began to go off as the station lost it&rsquo;s capabilities of thrust and began fall towards the gas giant. Writhing to not only escape but hold together as enormous strain was put on the structure. The voice of Bubble&rsquo;s returned back.<br /><br />&ldquo;NANI! Boogie, this has to be you. Why fight so, so hard to stop the inevitable? Do you really hate me that much!?&rdquo; And Petal replied to him. Across every part of the Shooting star. Vines wined in and out. Over and into the bodies of Cyanide, Clover, Beowulf, Boogiegirl, Sandy, and Circut. So coordinated there was no way it could remain sustainable. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you this because most of us care. It&rsquo;s not that she never loved you, but now she has someplace to go. And when you&rsquo;re ready, that someplace can be for you too. But now&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Greater stress was put on everything to the point of collapse. Bubble&rsquo;s was in the most optimal possible place to control her magic with the greatest power. Suspended in a vat of maximum yield industrial collant to cool her down as he brain overheated from the unbelievable magic use. As she pushed harder and harder. The vat got warm, then hot, eventually bubbling over and exploding into the lab. Her concentration shattered. Boogiegirl watched as the puppeteer fox grew smaller and smaller. As if sucked up with a straw back into Bubble&rsquo;s body. The station fell to rubble, and began sinking into the atmosphere of the gas giant as the Shooting Star made her getaway.<br /><br />The days victory lead to sweeping measures of action taken by CORE. Including a rescue effort (no casualties were reported, all PERV&rsquo;s did their job and preserved the lives of prisoners and guards alike even in ridiculous pressure). Nine new bounties were issued with some of the highest rewards in the galaxy for acts of treason and terror. Revel was declared missing in action, and Bubbles was put up to court martial.Saved by a figure so high in CORE the loss of the station was like nothing to her. Yet re-assigned nonetheless.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Wet Bird Yacht Club, City Of Glass, Atlantis. 10 hours later.<br /><br />The star warp had burned off all of the shell Petal had created around Star&rsquo;s body. A several hours trip through space at a percent of the speed of light had taken them back to their destination with plenty of time to contemplate the future. Sandy, back in her hometown. Through around fat stacks of counterfeit cash without a remote care. Half of the crew deciding to make good on her generous offer right away.<br /><br />Cookie and Petal were in heaven together, cuddled with a blueberry flavored sheet under a soft UV light. Clover never had any idea how cute they were considered to be together, even compared to their own kind. And got the best seats in the house as well as loads of attention from staff and visitors alike. Mission accomplished, the couple enjoyed Otter milk from the pint. Taken right from the source. With Clover saving more than enough room for Petal&rsquo;s breast. &ldquo;All better~&rdquo; He said playfully, tongue tickling at her ever sensitive region and finally letting himself be pushed away by his giggleing mate.<br /><br />Petal had lots to say, in words that were just not understood by almost everyone around her. But in this moment, she got to whisper everything she&rsquo;d held back until now, concerns, hopes, dreams, jokes. And her mate was there to listen, brushing her back and assuring with all the sincerity in his heart. &ldquo;Petal, I&rsquo;ll love you all my life. And when it ends I&rsquo;ll still love you for eternity and beyond. Of course I want you to have friends, I couldn&#039;t think about trusting anyone else more. Let&rsquo;s stay, Ferox can wait.&rdquo;<br /><br />Not far away, at the bar. Sandy was doing shots of of a curvy dolphin girl that was buckled inexorably from the table. Taking turns regaling onlookers with her newest story of adventure and Circut with ones of herself and others from days long past. &ldquo;Now ya see- *hic* Sss-City Slicker. I know everything you wanna put into that little book. So hear it from Sandy three eyes, and-an put my name on the cover. I alwash-ays&hellip; Wanted to be on a book.&rdquo; She points.<br /><br />The elemental giggled back glad to have been guided to such a hospitable place right when she needed it most and confident about the future. &ldquo;I think it&rsquo;d look good with some more names on it. For my entries, let&rsquo;s start with this. Why the heck do they call you Sandy three eyes?&rdquo; She asks, glancing quite close to double check in between her zippy excited flights to greet everyone in the establishment. It was then that Sandy took a double shot of tequila, and snatched her up for a kiss to the deliver enormous amount of drink for the little galls body weight. Her wings took the shape of a butterflies as she drunkenly hovered around. *hic* &ldquo;I see now~&rdquo; She said in awe, staring at the gunslingers empty for head.<br /><br />Those who had chosen to delay the celebration where not much further, in a secret dock where they could lay low and get some much needed repairs. A captain, stoic yet not alone. Put back in place every personal belonging big and small that&rsquo;d been torn up in the battle. Cleaning the place top to bottom and occasionally stroking the rarely used corners to make sure his greatest companion was alright. Finally, when he was at least half done. The pilot settled into the navigation center. Smirking to himself as the entire galaxy lit up. Now more than within his reach.<br /><br />Less innocently, within the same ship yet on the brig. Mitten&rsquo;s awoke to her vision being corrected via ice pick. A screwdriver in her eye being the first thing she noticed. &ldquo;Bark!&rdquo; She howled in chipper fashion, a busy rat grumbling before tapping on a small maintenance computer old enough to be compatible with her, barely working due to substantial water damage. Language centers snapped right back into place as she described. &ldquo;Welcome back, as you can see. You&rsquo;re not the handmaiden to a wanna be Chris Angel. Lucky thing your box had blueprints, I was able to rebuild you a bit better than before.&rdquo;<br /><br />She held up a mirror, demonstrating to the drake that she&rsquo;d grown dramatically in size. Being larger than a horse rather than her pony sized complexion had been earlier. Yet, with a great amount of care. Everything seemed put in place just right. With plenty of backwards mistakes in design that kept in place with the original. &ldquo;I insisted we get a new model for you body entirely, but this one was on sale at the junkyard and the last thing being bought in Atlantis is a- Hey!&rdquo;<br /><br />Getting picked up by the nape of her neck and pinned down by the dragoness was not how she&rsquo;d intended on this reveal going. Her face soon covered in artificial saliva after a series of licks despite her best attempts to defend herself. Mitten&rsquo;s erupting with joy. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s perfect, you knew exactly what to do Cyan. I owe you a lot, lot, lot!!!&rdquo; She nudged her in a more sensual fashion now. Observing that her potential mate had put on some slightly modest clothes. In raising a claw intent on ripping them off she found out that she indeed couldn&#039;t raise one. As it was shackled with fuzzy handcuffs to the floor via extremely secure chain.<br /><br />This made a bead of synthetic sweat slidedown her muzzle, Cyanide able to slip out in the opportunity declared. &ldquo;Look around~ We&rsquo;re home. Everyone skipped off to go get drunk and laid, I decided to do the same thing together~&rdquo; She kissed underneath her chin, nearly causing the whole thing to fall off. Mitten&rsquo;s had no idea weather Cyanide was being greedy, lustful, or compassionate. Trying to scratch the same itch that Bubble&rsquo;s had in wake of the termination of their bizarre relationship.<br /><br />Furthering her suspicions, was Boogiegirl. Bound ridiculously tight in ribbon, handkerchiefs and bandanas prostrated with about six cleave gags keeping her quiet. &ldquo;She&rsquo;s fresh out of magic after yesterday, giving a once in a lifetime opportunity.&rdquo; Cyanide rose up a prayer of thanks to a goddess she did not believe in. Walking around the prison to collect a number of toys she wanted and along the way passing by the silhouette of a dangerous figure. &ldquo;Cyan! Look out, she&rsquo;s!-...&rdquo; Mittens had a grumpy look on her face.<br /><br />Revel, bound and gagged with an armbinder and several serpent holsters. Was dancing in a cell with her nipples chained to a hook in the ceiling. &ldquo;Heheh, yep. It was a lot faster, so I took the chance to do some downgrading. She should make a captivating captive. But, I&rsquo;m after some even rarer meat.&rdquo; The rat brandished a briefcase filled with an inspirational number of dildo&rsquo;s and playthings. Letting out an excited sigh, her own urges licking fanatically at her loins.<br /><br />She took her time muzzling poor Mitten&rsquo;s with a cock gag that she did not want to admit was welcome after the ordeal they&rsquo;d just taken on. For the drake it was only moments ago she was locked in mortal combat. Sure, she&rsquo;d been a prisoner before. But these constraints felt nice. Something was well earned about them, as well as the fact this time she was free to accept or deny the treatment. Soon, she and Boogiegirl were crippled further as Cyanide mercilessly implanted toys specifically designed to make either of them cry for joy.<br /><br />Reclining down in front of them on a small bed, she used long jabs on a meaty knotted member to entertain herself. One hand cupping a now exposed breast. The masterbation so fine it made either of her legs frequently writhe in uncontrollable ecstasy. Giving herself no room to rest or even breath, continuing well past the point where her arm grew sore or numb with excellent understanding of her own needs. Though normally it did not satisfy, there was something&hellip; special about her live partners. Loneliness seeping away in waves of pleasure after several minutes now unrestricted.<br /><br />After one calm, enjoyable session of self pleasure. She felt relaxed, her every muscle preaching peace and L O V E. While her two hapless friends begun to groan in suffrage, pushed well beyond their own orgasm into an uncomfortably built second half. Damned if she spent all that time tieing them up offscreen to have it be over in 10 minutes. She stood between them, hugging their heads close to make sure they did not miss a word. &ldquo;We made it girls, we&rsquo;re out of jail but not done fucking yet!&rdquo; &ldquo;Ommmph?&rdquo; &ldquo;MMMMph!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;And you&rsquo;re gunna keep coming back Mittens, you too Boogie. You may think we&rsquo;ve got free will but we&rsquo;ve definitely not!&rdquo; Realizing that they were about to witness a manic episode. Either of the girls began struggling and tugging to no avail. &ldquo;Because either of you&rsquo;ve got an itch that can&rsquo;t be scratched, and you can&rsquo;t help it Boogins.The universe is hand tailored to be filled with sluts who can&rsquo;t understand. And we&rsquo;re gonna lock em up! One by one, issue by issue, game by game.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;And that Rolly Polly throwaway character? Yeah, her name is Poly the pillager. She&rsquo;s a 60 time mass murderer and dictator of an entire solar system Mitten&rsquo;s. And you thought she was a joke. Girl snuck away when I was installing your vagina. Now she&rsquo;s gonna hunt us down, and eat our asses. Nothing to do with some hotass drider I&rsquo;ve already tapped, not for some cupcake ponies, and certainly not about your revenge. That&rsquo;s just filler content girls. You should know the difference.&rdquo;<br /><br />Boogiegirl&rsquo;s muffled moans turned into irritated cries of pleasure as Cyan lost herself. Thrusting the used toy into the mares secret garden with a strap on. &ldquo;The entire galaxy is our enemy girls, but if you stick with me, you&rsquo;ll all stand a chance! We&rsquo;re unstoppable Mittgirl. I&rsquo;m gonna get off if I have to destroy all of reality. That&rsquo;s my series ark, if it takes 90 more issues. Star Harem, Volume 90. Cyanide Gets Off, look for it in your local furry den.&rdquo; In her moment of greatest domination, her eyes began to go dark. Almost like a prophecy, as the epilogs began to flash before her eyes.<br /><br /><br />In a dark labyrinth, somewhere at the very center of the entire galaxy. Spun around were endless, vile webs that choked out the mortal spirit with their unyielding grasp. Claustrophobia was so tight, in day to day life all movement was but a distant memory. A museum without end of the most striking women to have ever lived struggled with all their strength for the amusement of their all seeing observer. The slightest lapse in obedience punished with unimaginable cruelty. There was only one creature in this reality that could move betwixt this entangled net without being caught until the end of time.<br /><br />A towering Drider, radiating the power to enslave even a god. Creeped above with unbelievable fitness. Bubble&rsquo;s was scared, more than she&rsquo;d ever been in her whole life. She&rsquo;d been left her for her terror to swell. Watching damsels strain themselves to no end displaying that it was impossible to get out of the trap. She&rsquo;d been cut off from the core network for some time now. Her body, strong though it was. Could not hope to loosen her bonds. Lairs of every conceivable restraint she could think off employed. Chains, rope, leather, latex, and finally webbing rendering her figure utterly immobile. Even her magic got no response, the nature of this helplessness shaking her to the core.<br /><br />&ldquo;Bubbles,.... Bubbles&hellip;. My sweet magician. Where did I go wrong?&rdquo; Arrest beckoned. Her towering figure nearing the fox&rsquo;s bound form. With a mere sleight of hand the prisoner was subjected to extreme pleasure. Tight silken webbing forcing into place an elegant silicon member while a large hand roughly gripped her thigh. The feral moaned pathetically in submission. The Drider playing with the strand possessing impossible strength. To her it was as easy as playing a violin.<br /><br />&ldquo;With all the special changes I made, all the time wasted away in designing everything to give you the perfect body and mind. All suited to making this, magic. Unstoppable, and you can&rsquo;t even help keep my prisoners locked up for the shortest time imaginable with all the advantages in the world. Perhaps I expected too much.&rdquo; With one sharp tug Bubble&rsquo;s body locked up. Her sex delivering far much more pleasure then she thought ever possible. Way more than what was likable. Not even her heart beat. It was obvious Arrest could rip out her entire soul like a succubus in this moment and the sorceress would ask for more. The gag and blindfold truly a gift to protect what remained of her pride.<br /><br />&ldquo;This is not a punishment little girl, I only believe in the carrot. Well, and the collar~ No, there is still a place in my web for you. And it&rsquo;s not here. There is a team. My little toolkit of helpers. Many of whom would make you seem like a joke in certain lights but I think your efforts and loyalty will make you a fine place. Fear not death child, fear only me.&rdquo; As she pulled once more, this time with all her strength a cry of unearthly pleasure rattled off the walls.<br /><br /><br />In a not at all unsimilar location, not at the center of the galaxy. But of the universe, another creature awoke. She was moderately short, with not a scrap of fur or flesh showing. Her entire sophisticated body seemed designed like an almost spectral gimp suit. No zippers, with cuffs only to serve as decoration. Barring only the finest midnight black. She woke up between the beasts of one of her finest beds. A towering fluffy phoenix that cloaked her in the most perfect warmth for sleeping even a queen or goddess would struggle to afford. Yet still her dreams were haunted.<br /><br />Everything in her room seemed to be a tribute to the nude form. Anything comfortable made of the fresh, quivering bodies of bound girls. Anything strong, such as the television. Held by chained men with immaculate physiques. Even the chandelier was hung from the jaw as a ballgag of an upside down alien as big as a barn. Crawling out from under a blanket with woven in restraints for wittle bunny girls, squirrel girls, and with the fluffiest sheep darling in the center tying it all together. She seemed excited, a feeling she&rsquo;d not felt for a very long time.<br /><br />Bounding from her bed on all fours terrified the slaves that were not blindfolded. Sometimes reality being stranger than fiction. Though no one had told her anything, it was as if she&rsquo;d received the best news she&rsquo;d heard in her entire life. &ldquo;They&rsquo;re out! They&rsquo;re out out oooout. Pocket! Come here right now!&rdquo; She demanded. Tail slapping around in a cute manner that seemed slightly off. Shouting just moments after not receiving instant gratification. &ldquo;EVERY SECOND YOU&rsquo;RE NOT HERE IS ANOTHER I CAN DIG UP A NEW TOY-! There you are~&rdquo; She gave an amused giggle.<br /><br />The rogue had been forced to run out of the little mouse hole intentionally made on the far end of the room. The diminutive, 3 inch tall mouse man. Had an even mix of anticipation and dread. Hoping that the hurried nature in which she&rsquo;d summoned him meant she needed something done rather than needed to get off. With seldom any effort she raised up her tail and his body was drawn to it&rsquo;s tip like a magnet. Targeting the pink of his hands and feet to leave him restrained.<br /><br />Easily distracted, the dark being licked her lips. A black tongue manifesting on the outside of her facemask to mimic her. Trying to remain crafty with full knowledge of his compromised position. Pocket used the most flattering language available. &ldquo;Ahh! Er- Yes my sweet, wise mistress Toxic?&rdquo; He asked, covering his boy bits only slightly with a tuft of fur and a small golden ring at the end of his own tail. Snapping her back to reality. &ldquo;Oh? Yeah, yeah! I have a hell of a job lined up for you. On the other end of the galaxy, at a place in Atlantis. There is a gifted scientist and a slutty otter who&rsquo;s her comrade. They&rsquo;ve both got high bounties and are soon to be famous. Sooo, I want you to add them to the list. I&rsquo;ve still got lots of work to do finishing the accommodations for our prized guests.&rdquo;<br /><br />The thief&rsquo;s mind immediately turned to the long list he&rsquo;d been given as her #1 &lsquo;procurer&rsquo;. A long list of relics, women, men, and even places that she wanted taken from her. Shared with him and numerous others like him given an offer from another reality. Some took payment, some merely wished to stay longer, some. Like himself, were merely in it for the fun. &ldquo;They got you worked up, double crossers?&rdquo; He asked, half interested as this seemed to be a simple job he might begrudgingly do on the way to much more fanciful heists. He&rsquo;d seen the elaborate plans in place to steal the real treasures, and they far more held his interests. Traveling back in time to steal a queens crown? Using a celestial kraken to pilfer the fairy dust from a space dwelling gang of bandits called the lost boys? There were even nine jobs to kidnap the starwalker harem even he was not crazy enough to take. This job hardly captivated him.<br /><br />Sensing his lack of allure to the subject. Toxic folded her arms and let the mouse rest along her chest. Still easily restrained at the end of her thin tail. &ldquo;This ones a race, there&rsquo;s a elite task force being assembled by CORE. You won&rsquo;t find a more colourful cast of competitors anywhere. Take their leader, Baron Von Bad Ideas. They say he&rsquo;s an undead, a walking skeleton. He carries a staff with a snake&#039;s head barring the soul of a pathological liar that can predict the future by speaking in reverse. He invented the question mark, he screams at baby seals with his shirt off.&rdquo;<br /><br />Pocket was more puzzled then enticed. Although there was a distinct part of him that just had to be a part of whatever insane step would be next and to know why an actual government would resort to hiring a lunatic like that. Still, there was the chance she was fucking with him. &ldquo;Whatever you do, I suggest you get out of the house for a while. Could get messy. I did everything in a flip floppy order and forgot to do some big ass foundation stuff right at the beginning. It&rsquo;s hard for a busy girl like me to stay on task.&rdquo; She glances to a clock on the wall revealing it was late afternoon. Her sleeping schedule utterly abandoned to die in a ditch. &ldquo;Would you look at the time?&rdquo;<br /><br />She walked over to the nearest window, pressing a button to cause the thick glass to slide downwards. Giving them fresh air and an open view to the late days sky. Where two moons hung heavily in the sky. One brilliant and blue, far closer and resembling another terrestrial planet. While another was distant with a rusty green atmosphere. &ldquo;I never liked that second one, so&hellip; half formed. Like nature&#039;s mistake.&rdquo; She frowned, looking at the dull green disk with discontent. Pocket was about ready to go back to his room. Hoping to enjoy the rest of his day off before getting flung into some bizarre misadventure. &ldquo;Ha, let me know if you want me to give you the moon sometime.&rdquo; He quipped, with that task being about as reasonable as many items on the list she&rsquo;d provided.<br /><br />&ldquo;Nah, I got this one.&rdquo; She notioned. Holding up one little finger to blot out the moon just inches outside the window. Suddenly, the small speck in the sky began growing a lot bigger. Swelling from grape size to apple size. &ldquo;Whuh?&rdquo; The rogue chirped dumbly. Having never seen her lift a finger before. All around for miles unending were vista&rsquo;s of incredible wildlife and nature. That did not stop as the moon outright got closer to them. Rather weird things began to happen. Tree&rsquo;s begun to stand taller as gravity pulled them upwards. 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