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The Earthchild

 

(An Iczer/Ranma/Sailor Moon Crossover)

 

Written by

Jim Robert Bader

 

Proofread by

Shiva Barnwell

 

(Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi,

Naoko Takeuchi, Toshihiro Hirano, & Hitoshi Okuda,

with ideas and suggestions by TH Tiger and Johannes Huber)

 

 

 

 

 

Iczers Two and One leaned closer and shared a kiss that was soft, warm and passionate, a tentative kiss that gave way to more concerted passion as they merged their mouths and flicked their tongues against one another. It was a wonderful kiss, a kiss of more than sisters, and it led to a desire for much greater intimacy as they moved their hands in concert and began exploring one another's bodies.

 

It felt good to feel a sister's hand caressing her bosom as each Iczer responded in kind with identical sensations…almost like making love to a reflection, and yet with subtle differences that leant an air of mystery and suspense to the almost palpable anticipation. Iczers One and Two continued their impassioned kissing as fingers molded supple flesh and found the nerve endings that were interwoven into their (technically) synthetic bodies. Each one knew instinctively enough of the others anatomy from her own analogue to know intuitively what was good and what could bring out the best their bodies had to offer. It felt good to receive as well as give affectionate caresses as they fondled each others breasts and moved their other arms around each other's waist to secure their position face-to-face standing before their bed, gradually making out in front of their ladies, much to their collective enjoyment.

 

Sayoko and Nagisa lay cuddled together on the bed, watching and enjoying the show that their partners were putting on for their benefit, even as their own hands freely explored one another's naked flesh. The two human lifemates to their Iczers were greatly moved to see their respective Iczers consummating a deep love that transcended mere sisterhood, even as they lusted to indulge in their own mutual pleasuring, having long harbored a deep admiration for each others bodies.

 

They looked so good together, their partners…Iczer One and Two fitting together as though they were cast from the same mold, reflections in an amber cast of red and gold in which both Bioroids were full and complete equals. Iczer One had a quiet intensity to her that made her magnetic and appealing, while the more fiery Two rose to the challenge of giving and receiving the love that was given to her so freely, returning it more than redoubled, and all the more eager to discover how far they could carry their lovemaking, having a full range of C'thuwulf pleasure techniques hardwired into their latent subconscious.

 

There was such a softness to their initial caresses, but soon their kisses became more intense as the aggressive Two sought and gained the advantage, moving her lips to nuzzle the throat and cheek of her elder sibling, awakening to a delight in possessing her that made her plant tender kisses down to the hollow of One's shoulder, moving lower as the blonde arched her back and threw her head backwards with a sigh that was heartfelt and entirely yielding. Two wasted no time going to work on the right bosom of her blonde amorata, encircling One's nipple and sucking it in as she cupped a hand around One's right ass-cheek and gave it a tentative squeeze that further aroused and excited her sister. Before too long Two switched breasts and went to work on the left side, causing Iczer One to hug her sister closer and urge her to go even further, which Two did, bringing her other hand down low to gently stroke and caress the bare loins of her sister, who arched her hips to feel a hand gently moving up against her mound, which had the same effect on her that it would have on a human woman.

 

All at once Two's innate aggressiveness took control over her instincts, and she forced One to ease down onto the rub so that she could straddle and assume a dominant position on top of her sister. Two moved her body about so that she was positioned perfectly in a classic “69” posture, her mouth clamping down on One's loins and savaging her there with a gently ravishing tongue that demanded satisfaction and would accept nothing less than complete supplication. Even as she did this she brought her pelvis down to all but “smother” One's face, which same her sister took as an open invitation so that she began to return the favor, her tongue no less eager to taste the loins of a sister.

 

And as they watched this take place, Sayoko moved her hand down to play with Nagisa's velvety bush, sliding a finger up her moistened slit as the latter moaned in tacit approval of the gesture. Nagisa responded by taking one of Sayoko's nipples between her thumb and forefinger and giving it an affectionate squeeze that earned a soft gasp of arousal out of her fellow Japanese woman. From there it was a matter of mouths meeting and them getting seriously down to the business of screwing one another silly, each becoming only peripherally aware that their true lady loves were having a frenzied lick-fest that was, gradually, yielding the results of a full blown eruption.

 

A part of Two's mind analytically reflected upon the irony of her present situation. She had been created to destroy Iczer One, but was making love to her instead…though in an ironic way she was offering “le petite morte,” as some humans would call it…the “little death” of a wonderful orgasm. Technically she was fulfilling her original function, but function be damned, her sister was so darned TASTY!

 

Iczer One had no qualms about surrendering herself to the domineering envelopment of her beautiful sister, a joy and delight in the fact of their both being alive to indulge in such a marvelous feast surpassing any qualms that she might ever have had in placing herself completely at Two's tender mercies. Mercy was indeed what she felt like crying out as she felt her body clench in the throes of an eruption of Vesuvian proportions, and her body began to ejaculate the synthetic “cream” that tasted very much like human cum juice. Her hips ground her buttocks against the carpet as shuddered with the aftermath of her explosion, a shimmering delight made all the more intense by Two's tongue continuing to probe her to the sound of enthusiastic slurping, all of which only redoubled her determination to yield the same thing from Two's loins, and so she thrust her tongue in all the way and twirled it about, delighting in the taste of her sister's moistened, velvety sex, grateful beyond all words that their original designer had been so exact in specifying that their bodies be exactly like a woman's.

 

Two's moment of triumph and exultation over claiming her “victory” over One was short lived as her own body began to spasm and moan in thrall to the ravishing tongue swirling around inside her. In a moment she went over the edge and surrendered her own load of pelvic “juice,” delighting One to no end as the blonde Iczer hungrily devoured all Two's loins could produce, causing Two's mind to do a “red shift” as she exploded again into the mouth of her sweet sister.

 

Sayoko had similarly pinned Nagisa to the bed and had the other woman's legs raised up as in invitation to “go to town” on her shaven pussy. Sayoko ravished the (somewhat) older Nagisa with passionate desire that very much reflected the mood of her ecstatic partner, even as Nagisa welcomed her ravishing with many heartfelt cries, arching her back as she stretched her arms out and yielded to Sayoko every ounce of cum that she could offer in one sitting. The other girl went hungrily down on her and gave Nagisa scant time to recover from one creamy burst before the pleasuring began anew and caused her to lose all sense of individuality, fusing her loins to Sayoko's tongue and yielding herself up to the younger girl's insatiable hunger.

 

Two sat back, keeping her loins on top of One's face as she gripped One's upraised feet by their ankle and brought one of them up to where she could pay some adoring “foot worship” on the well shaped feet of her tender sibling. One delighted in the feeling of having her toes suckled and a tongue play against her arches and ankles, rewarding Two with the delightful sensation of having some air blown up into her snatch, filling her slightly like a balloon before deflating her vagina again to give One's tongue the chance to explore her clitoris and rim all over. At last Two decided to once again return the favor and bent down to renew her onslaught, determined this time to force One to beg for release as she gave her loins a full and thorough inspection, her tongue finding every nerve ending alert and at full attention as she savaged her sister and thoroughly loved it, realizing that this was exactly the way that she wanted to dominate One in the future, understanding now that a sister was for loving as well as humbling like a pet, the only true purpose for her life beyond Sayoko as she made love into her battlefield and planted her flag of victory in loving licks and caresses.

 

One had no qualms about being conquered in this way but secretly planned on turning the tables later on when Two dropped her guard by a fraction, at which point she intended to show her flame haired sibling just who was the “Big Sister” in this arrangement…and besides which, Two's legs looked so tasty that the absolutely begged to be explored in the same way as Two had earlier demonstrated.

 

And while all of this was going on Nagisa was taking the upper hand with Sayoko, who until now had been the aggressor in their lovemaking, but now was subjected to the full weight of experience that Nagisa had refined with her partner over ten intensive years of deeply satisfying “marriage.” The younger girl was surprised---yet ultimately delighted---to receive the benefits of such studious and intensive training at the hands of her fellow “Iczer-Lover.” On the whole ten years of friendship had culminated in a deep respect that had grown to curiosity in both of them, and now was displayed in an earnest way that left no doubt that this was genuine and much yearned for…

 

However---unnoticed by these four sexual dynamos, their bracelets were pulsing slightly, though they had been removed (along with everything else) at the onset of this partner-swapping orgy, since Iczers One and Two had “turned off” their internal monitor relays (as per the wishes of their human partners) they did not respond to the signal-summons being relayed from Gamora Earth Base, which frustrated Fore Leader Cobalt to no end as she wondered what in the name of the Goddess could be keeping them so busy.

 

“Might as well face it,” Deputy Commander Sepia mused as she sat in the command chair eyeing her lady love with affection, “Nagisa and Sayoko meant it when they said that we shouldn't try and contact them, and you know whatever they say goes double for their Iczers.”

 

“Of all the bloody time to be running off on a love-tryst,” Cobalt fumed slightly, “And with yet another pulsating wave indicating that someone else has been using the Subspace conduit, someone who has an energy signature worthy of another Iczer…”

 

“I agree that the timing is bad,” Sepia noted, “But we have the Iczelion Corps to rely upon, and Troi is at large somewhere, no doubt getting into the thick of it, as she usually does…”

 

“I don't mind the Iczelions,” Cobalt responded, “But relying upon Troi is not an option I much favor.”

 

“My daughter can be a trial at times, I admit,” Sister Grey remarked as she came into the command chamber, “But she always comes through when we need her in a pinch.”

 

“Don't mention pinch and Troi in the same breath,” Sepia mused, “Cobalt hasn't forgiven her for the last time she tried something kinky.”

 

Cobalt glanced away with a sour expression, “And to think…I used to wonder what the Terran word `Tramp' means…so, what have you to report, Sister Grey? Any progress with our new houseguests?”

 

“Well,” Grey sighed, “After we finished purging the last traces of Venomoid influence we assessed the extent of their damages and determined that they could be revived…with some extensive remodifications. They won't be the same as they were before, but their core memories are intact with plenty of storage capacity for anything new we might like to add to override Gold's influence. They're undergoing gene remodification right now, but they won't be fully revived until we subject them to the Iczerio. That will take a few days yet, time enough for us to assess their potential for good or mischief. Now, what's that again about us facing a new crisis?”

 

“Excuse me,” one of the monitors reported, “But I thought someone should like to know that the unknown Iczer energy source is moving into the Nerima area and may signify a renewal of hostilities on the part of the enemy.”

 

“Another attack?” Cobalt asked, “Could it be Nova again?”

 

“No,” the monitor said, her controlling headdress feeding her new information with the speed of instant thought transmission, “The signature is entirely different…but until she comes in contact with one of our agents and we can do a full body scan of her through their relays we cannot confirm her identity.”

 

“Oh great,” Cobalt said, “You mean we won't know what we're up against until she attacks?”

 

“Assuming that it is a she,” Grey pointed out, “We do have a bit too much of a gender prejudice in our speech patterns, I've noticed, yet on this world that does not always hold certain…”

 

“If it's an Iczer-level threat, we can be assured that it is most definitely female,” Sepia declared, “Alert the Iczelions in that area…we need to go on full alert status, and…someone try to get ahold of one of our Iczers?”

 

“We shall endeavor to try, Master Sepia,” a second monitor replied, the lights on her headdress flickering as she attempted to relay her orders…

 

 

 

 

“Well, what do you think?”

 

Muku and Yui just stared as Yumi waved a hand to indicate Rhea, who had just stepped out of the dressing room and was wearing nothing more than a thin negligée, the kind that was virtually see-through and left only a little technical area to the imagination.

 

“Ah…?” Muku remarked with a questioning tilt to her eyebrows as Rhea nervously eyed her back, posed unselfconsciously in a way that displayed her very feminine profile to greatest effect. Muku could not help looking the Bioroid up and down, marveling at how…human she appeared dressed like that, sans armor or any type of apparel which might remind one of her essentially alien nature. Only the ears and other strange features testified to Rhea being anything more than an overly shy schoolgirl of about their apparent age (and never mind that she was actually supposed to be around ten years old or so), with bare foot poised at an appropriately aesthetic angle, to which Muku found herself swallowing as she traced the leg itself into…other more forbidding regions.

 

“This is your idea of her being modest?” Yui asked, also arching an eyebrow.

 

“No, this is just something I thought she could wear when she and Muku-chan are alone,” Yumi replied, “After all, if we're going to have a sleepover, she ought to at least dress for the part. I'll show you what else I've picked out in the way of casual street wear in just a moment. This way, Rhea-chan,” she said as she turned and shooed the other girl back into the dressing room, Rhea going along quietly, though with a tentative glance over one bare shoulder in Muku's direction.

 

Muku just stood where she was, riveted to the spot until Yui got fed up with her imitation of a dressing dummy and poked her in the ribs, to which Muku reacted with a startled exclamation.

 

“What is it with you and that girl?” Yui asked, “Are you in love with her or something?”

 

“Hah?” Muku blinked again, now looking even more like the proverbial dear caught in the headlights.

 

Yui rolled her eyes and growled, “Sakura would have a fit if she were here, and I don't mean sizing her up for a new outfit. You have to get over this clueless act of yours, Muku-chan, if you want to get anywhere with that girl…assuming you want to since I'm not all that convinced that she's really your type.”

 

“She's not?” Muku asked, then paused before adding, “What is my type? Can you at least tell me that much?”

 

Yui seemed to have been caught off guard by that question, for she hastily glanced to one side and said, “Not all of us are out to get into your pants, Senzenen…just because you're popular doesn't mean you're totally irresistible to both sexes…”

 

Muku blinked, “Excuse me?”

 

“Nothing,” Yui sighed, “I don't really know what your type would be…somebody practical and level headed, I think, not prone to fly off into a wild emotional fit at the drop of a hat, and sensible enough to know when to give you your space but strong enough not to let you get out of line when you go too far over something…”

 

“Oh,” Muku replied, not adding that this sounded like a pretty reasonable description of what she had so far observed about Rhea.

 

“So…can you at least give some indication about what you think of this girl?” Yui asked after a pause that lasted several moments.

 

“Ah…” Muku glanced down then said, “I guess…she's really very unusual…for a lot of reasons that I…can't really tell you about…but she's a nice kind of weird…know what I'm saying?”

 

Yui did not answer that question but instead said, “Go on.”

 

“And…well…besides that, there's really not that much to tell,” Muku continued, “I only just met her a couple of days ago and for the last day and a half I've been finding out stuff about her. She's really not that bad a person…I mean…what she is…and…well…I do think that I…kind of like her…a little…”

 

“Taadaa!” Yumi announced as she re-emerged out of the dressing room, waving her hands once more as Rhea stepped out into full view, this time wearing something a bit more “modest” than before, though in terms of casualness in ranked up there with Yui's Shinto Priestess outfit.

 

Muku did not just stare this time…she gawked! There was no other way of describing the curious sensations that came over her as she witnessed a Rhea transformed from “Naughty Nympho” to a stunning “Cinderella.” She was wearing an elegant blue evening gown that snugly fit the contours of the top part of her body, complete with plunging neckline that went down to expose her belly button, leaving a gap that was bounteously filled by a generous amount of cleavage with perky breasts peering out from the partial concealment that was offered, leaving open a space that had been filled with a bit of costume jewelry worth more than Muku's whole monthly allowance. The necklace sparkled on Rhea's bosom, adding a bit of fairy-tale quality to the lustrous effect her reddish-gold hair had when set off against the curiously luminous blue dress.

 

Said dress itself hung down almost to her ankles but had a side-slit that showed a generous portion of leg, and following that trail down to Rhea's nicely tapering feet she found a pair of bronze-colored sandals with three-inch spiked heels, adding a bit of height to the Bioroid's otherwise demure stature. She did not just look elegant in her new apparel…she looked like a Fairy Princess who had just stepped out of a woodland Elf kingdom.

 

“Am I a fashion genius or what?” Yumi asked with a grin, “Of course if I had more time to work on her hair and maybe add a touch of makeup here and there I could really achieve a masterpiece, but you get the idea with the quality of merchandise I'm working with here. Don't worry about the price, I'll cover everything with my Mom's Credit chip. I'll explain it to her later, and she's pretty understanding about such things, like most of my aunties.”

 

“You are too kind,” Rhea said simply, “But I can…compensate you for your troubles…my parents have their own credit account, and I am…certain that they would understand and approve of my reasons.”

 

“Where do you expect to take her out?” Yui asked, “The Ashtoria Palace?”

 

“Hey, you never know when having something nice to wear can come in handy,” Yumi winked, then again shooed Rhea back into the dressing room and gave a winsome smile at Muku, adding, “Now, don't you dare peak until you see what I have next to show you.”

 

There was a silence that lasted several moments before Muku gave any sign of motion, and when she did all she said was, “Nani?”

 

“She must be stopped,” Yui murmured, “For the good of humanity…”

 

“Huh?” Muku blinked her eyes, “What was that?”

 

“Oh…nothing,” Yui again looked elsewhere, “It's just that cousin Yumi seems to take her matchmaker role a little too far. She reminds me a lot of our Aunt Minako.”

 

Muku had to smile at that, remembering a tall blonde who had busied herself in everyone else's business while her “significant other” had looked on with a faintly indulgent expression, “Surely not that bad…the next thing you know you'll be comparing her to your Aunt Usagi.”

 

Yui actually shuddered a bit at that and said, “No one could be that meddlesome or nosy…though Yumi-chan does come frighteningly close. It just brings up my question again…how do you feel about this girl, Rhea?”

 

Muku had to sigh again as she said, “I wish I could tell you answer to that one…believe me. Every time I look at her it's like staring down into a deep well and wondering if there's any bottom. I'm wrapped up in the middle of something I don't even understand because of her, but it really isn't her fault either. She…well…I feel like we've known each other somewhere a long time ago…and…it's like there really is a connection…”

 

“I could have told you that much for myself,” Yui replied, “What I'm asking is whether or not you care about her like she so obviously cares about you?”

 

“I…” Muku hesitated, thinking about the way she had been feeling around Rhea whenever the girl was in her presence. There was a strong force of attraction surrounding the beautiful elf-girl that held Muku enthralled any time their eyes met and held each other for a significant length of time. It truly was a most perplexing situation.

 

“You are aware that she is not entirely human,” Yui pointed out, “And that she tends to stand out in a crowd, so you can't exactly expect to keep a low profile about this. People are going to talk…count on that with cousin Yumi in the picture! If they don't suspect something between you then they'll make it up, so it would be better for all concerned if you made your mind up about her BEFORE the challenges begin all over.”

 

“You…really think people are going to come after her on account of me?” Muku asked.

 

“Beyond question,” Yui replied, “Though most will give up quietly after they see how formidable she can be in a fight, leaving only determined idiots like Kuno Godai to press his challenge. I would also expect Sakura to be very demanding of a rematch just to prove how good this Rhea is in actual battle.”

 

Muku sighed, “All right, genius, you're the Oracle here. How exactly do I get myself out of this mess quietly…or do I?”

 

“I can conduct a fire ceremony, if you like,” Yui replied, “But somehow I don't think it will tell me all that much that I don't already know just by reading your karma. As Perm might say if she were here, you have been `blessed by the gods to live in some very interesting times…'”

 

“I thought that was cursed,” Muku corrected.

 

“When it comes to the gods, a curse and a blessing are often one and the same thing,” Yui shrugged, “It's up to you to decide what to do about it…much as Sakura's father adapted to cope with his own peculiar…blessing.”

 

“I think I see what you're saying,” Muku replied, “But…still…”

 

“Ready, you can look now!”

 

Again the pair responded to Yumi's entreaty by turning to stare at a transformed Rhea…only this time, instead of evening wear or casual undress, she was wearing something a bit more `street-wise,” albeit a tank top and shorts was a bit more casual than what had been expected.

 

Muku stared at a Rhea who had become a quasi-feminine tomboy in one fell swoop, wearing light cork sandals and having her long fiery hair done up in a pony tail (very Sakura-like, if one needed an analogy for this), and Muku thought that she could detect the strap and outlines of a bra underneath the sleeveless tank-top, which exposed Rhea's entire midriff to full view, complete with an altogether human looking belly-button.

 

“Um…well?” Rhea hesitantly asked after a minute, “Do you…like it, Muku-chan?”

 

Muku was not sure that she could have been trusted to give a reliable answer to that question, but fate intervened to remove all need as a new voice (sounding oddly a lot like Troi) remarked, “Not too shabby, though hardly appropriate to get buried in, but thanks for removing the armor.”

 

Before anyone could react a beam of light flashed through the air and struck Rhea in the shoulder, knocking her back into the wall and shattering a dressing store mirror even as Yumi flinched and ducked for cover.

 

“WHO?” Yui demanded as she instantly fell into a defensive battle-crouch.

 

A tall figure stepped forward, dressed neck-to-foot in red, white and black armor, her long mane of ebony hair trailing down to well below her waist and fluffed up in a style very reminiscent of Troi's own wild mane of silver tresses. The sneer on her lips, however, was anything but like the jaunty/saucy smirk that was often adorning the face of the third Iczer.

 

Muku was not so quick to fall into a defensive posture, but she knew an enemy when she saw one and said, “You're an Iczer?”

 

“Close,” the stranger replied, “I'm related to them by blood…but the name is Atros, and I'm here to kill you all, so don't bother trying to fight me. I'll make it quick and painless…”

 

“In a pig's eye!” Yui snarled, stabbing forward with her umbrella, only to have it be caught at the top by one hand of the new arrival.

 

“You've got to be joking,” Atros snorted, then shoved the umbrella forward as Yui staggered and tumbled backwards. Atros then gestured with a hand and fired off a burst that fried the entire area where the Shinto priestess had tumbled, only Yui was not there, having performed a quick handspring that allowed her to bounce off the ceiling, coming down at her foe with foot outstretched in a descending Dragon's Stamp kick.

 

Atros blocked that foot with no apparent effort, causing Yui to gasp in dismay before she was grabbed by one ankle and hurled like a club to the farthest end of the store. A cowering attendant on duty screamed as Yui crashed out the picture-store window and kept right on going, though Atros hardly even gave her a backward side-glance.

 

“Pathetic,” Atros sneered, only to turn sharply as Muku summoned up her energy and formed a chi-ball in both hands, having taken that critical moment to prepare herself for what she hopes would be a much more effective attack.

 

Muku unleashed her power in a hasty Hadouken burst, but again Atros moved before the attack could reach her and caught the energy ball against the palm of her hand, dissipating it as though it were a mere balloon filled with harmless water.

 

“Now you show some promise,” Atros remarked, “Not that you'll get much chance to refine it…”

 

The sound of an energy sword being summoned caused heads to turn back to Rhea, who was only then starting to rise back to her feet, one arm being favored as orange blood seeped from a hole the size of a pencil.

 

“You won't touch her,” Rhea declared, holding her beam saber one-handed at the ready, “I don't know who you are, but you are an enemy, that much is certain. Take one step towards my partner and I will kill you where you stand.”

 

“An interesting threat,” Atros replied, reaching down with both hands, which were suddenly both filled by twin beam sabers, “Can you back it up in your condition? Somehow I rather doubt.”

 

“Don't underestimate me,” Rhea replied, “It would be a mistake.”

 

“The only mistake is having a miserable half breed like you for my opponent,” Atros declared, flashing both of her twin sabers, “Prepare to die, you and your partner!”

 

Muku gasped as she saw the black haired warrior surge forward with Rhea barely able to stand, let alone defend herself. But before Atros could close on the flame-haired girl a ball of energy burst forth in the space between them and repelled the attack of the twin sabers.

 

A moment later a heavily armored figure filled the space within that globe of energy, and a woman smiled from within a helmet saying, “Did I arrive in the knick of time? How naughty of you, trying to attack my best friend's daughter.”

 

“Aunt Kawai?” Rhea blinked, obviously as surprised as Atros.

 

“Congratulations little one,” the armored woman smiled, “I hear you snagged yourself a partner. Ah, young people…they grow up so fast these days…”

 

“Who in the hell are you?” Atros demanded, falling back in an aggressive crouch.

 

“The name is Kawai Kawaii,” the armored warrior said, “Silver Iczelion, at your service.”

 

“Iczelion?” Muku remarked, surprised at discovering a new element of the C'thuwulf experience manifesting in such a timely manner.

 

“Yes, and not alone either,” another voice remarked as yet another armored woman appeared, her armor different from that of the first in coloration, “The name is Ijima Kiiro, Gold Iczelion, also at your service.”

 

“Uh…Kiiro?” gasped Yumi as she picked herself up from where she had fallen, half-buried under a number of spilled dresses, “That name…”

 

“What's in a name…other than a bit of ass-whipping?” growled a third armored figure who appeared from seeming no where to flank the side of Atros opposite to the others, “For the record mine is Shiina Nami…Black Iczelion, here to put an end to your career of evil.”

 

“An end to my…?” Atros stared at the tall blonde in the black styled armor, then at the ones in gold and silver and sneered, “Who the hell do you clowns think you're dealing with here?”

 

“An enemy,” said the Silver Iczelion.

 

“One who attacks helpless girls in ambush and spoils their dreams of achieving the perfect fashion sense,” the Gold Iczelion added.

 

“A coward who fights by stealth and picks on those too helpless to defend themselves,” the Black Iczelion concluded, “We are more than sufficient to deal with the likes of you. Our armor easily makes us individually your equals.”

 

“My equals?” Atros sneered, “You're not even close to being that! Get out of my way now or I'll reduce you three to the scrap heap!”

 

“Tough words for a stalker,” the woman in gold armor retorted.

 

“We've been stationed close by the neighborhood in case one such as you showed up,” the silver armored woman, “Did you think we would be unaware that one such as you would try something like this?”

 

“Rhea-chan,” said the black-armored blonde, “You are in no condition to fight. Take your friends and partner and get them safely away from here while we deal with this riff-raff.”

 

“Hai,” Rhea dutifully agreed, reaching out to take Yumi by the arm and then rushing forward to join Muku, then gripping her partner about her waist and shooting forward out of the store with the speed of a rocket.

 

“HEY!” Atros cried, starting to move to attack the fleeing Iczer, only to be immobilized as the three Iczelions simultaneously activated their force-screens to erect a globe that effective contained her.

 

“We have you now,” the Silver Iczelion observed.

 

“You won't escape from us,” the Gold Iczelion boasted.

 

“We are taking you into custody,” the Black Iczelion informed Atros, “Though you are welcome to offer whatever resistance you feel is appropriate…we could use the excuse to be less than gentle about this.”

 

“Fools!” Atros snarled as she crossed her arms and summoned up her power, “You have no idea what you are dealing with here!”

 

All at once she released that energy, flooding her globe-like container with so much power that it caused the field to rupture and discharge with spectacular results hazardous to the dress shop and all surrounding property in a one hundred meter radius.

 

While this was taking place, Muku was hanging on for dear life as Rhea drew her and Yumi along with no one's feet touching the floor at any point in their travels. She was dimly aware of passing a shaken Yui, who was picking herself up from the floor in the corridor when the explosion rang out, but then said floor angled sharply away as the ceiling came rushing up to meet them, the skyline in particular growing too close for Muku's comfort…

 

But then they were beyond the ceiling, hardly even touching it in passing as a curious tingling sensation passed all through their bodies. All at once Muku looked down to see the Mall itself falling away down below them while a fire erupted from inside, partially caving in a portion of the ceiling. The night air beckoned to them and suddenly they were soaring above the cityscape, Yumi and Muku hanging on desperately to Rhea, who carried them aloft to just under a kilometer above the twinkling lights of nighttime Nerima.

 

“Holy Mother of Morning…” Yumi gasped as she kept a firm grip upon Rhea.

 

“Don't worry,” Rhea replied, “I've got you both and I won't drop you.”

 

“You've got us?” Yumi blinked, “But…who's got you?”

 

“You can fly?” Muku asked, surprised at making such a stunningly obvious declaration.

 

“Of course,” Rhea answered, “It's but one of my inherent abilities.”

 

“You never told me you could fly!” Muku stammered, her grip on Rhea's weakened arm becoming all that much tighter.

 

“You never asked,” Rhea answered, then hesitated before adding, “And…I did not want you to feel intimidated. You seemed to be…disturbed before upon discovering my true nature…”

 

“Yeah?” Yumi asked, “That wouldn't happen to be something about you having Kryptonian genes, would it?”

 

“Not exactly,” Rhea replied, “But you are close---“ all at once she stammered and coughed up more orange blood, causing both Yumi and Muku to stare at her in alarm, only to discover the cause was a beam saber-like javelin protruding through her body from back to just slightly off and below her breastbone.

 

“You didn't think you would escape from me that easy, did you?” Atros sneered, “Now you can all die together---!” she reared back to hurl her other javelin, only to be gripped from behind in a full Nelson.

 

“And you didn't think that little explosion was really going to take the three of us out, did you?” the Black Iczelion snarled, “Now let's see how you deal with us in Subspace!”

 

With that both warriors vanished in a burst of pixilation, leaving two frightened young girls and a badly injured Rhea, who was faltering as her mind shut down and went into instant repair mode, which naturally included canceling out the anti-graviton field that was currently holding them aloft over the city.

 

“Oh shit!” Yumi gasped, at once realizing their precarious situation.

 

Muku stared at the ground, which started to get a lot closer as she looked and reflexively put her arms around Rhea's limp body as if to shelter her, certain it would amount to very little in the end, but with nothing else to fall back upon she prepared to make a very rude landing…

 

 

 

Continued

 

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