Iczer-one Fan Fiction / Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction / Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Earth Child ❯ Love, War, Sex & Other Exchanges ( Chapter 37 )

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)

 

 

 

 

 

Sir Violet, “Mother of Us All” and supreme spiritual leader of the C'thuwulf, looked on with dismay as a growing cloud of enemy constructs manifested in the LaGrange region of space presently occupied by the C'thuwulf Worldship. Nor was she alone in expressing her dismay as command crew went to full alert status, mobilizing all hands and preparing for a major battle.

 

“All duty stations reporting in,” a senior Defense Technician reported, “Defensive batteries armed and ready, shields at full capacity and holding, Holy Mother.”

 

“Look at the size of that force,” another technician breathed in dismay, “How in the name of the Cosmos can Gold mount so many Geos, Voids and Venomoids? They must number in the hundreds of thousands!”

 

“Some of the devices they've brought with them cannot be identified by either peripheral analysis or by reference to archives,” a third technician reported, “Suggest that this is not a probing feint, these motherless scum mean serious business this time…”

 

“Big Gold must have plundered the resources of an entire world to create such horrors,” a Senior Lieutenant on duty grimly noted, “She definitely means to take us over and add us to the list of that monster's diabolical conquests…”

 

“Belay that chatter,” Commander Sapphire sternly ordered her people, turning to the communications officer and saying, “Lieutenant Tapura, do we have a link to the Protector and her forces?”

 

“Affirmative, Sir,” Sapphire reported, “Units Alpha and Delta are en route to our position, estimated arrival in five standard Terran minutes.”

 

“Good,” Sapphire nodded with a sober expression, her crimson eyes sweeping the displays as she silently assessed the odds arrayed against them then reported, “Contact Moonbase Alpha and inform them that we will need fire support from all Lunar positions. We have to hold the line here, people, and keep those buggers out until the Protector can arrive with our Iczelion forces. Have teams mobilized to fire control and in the Mother's name, replace any unit that begins to show weakness. Our shields must hold until our relief can arrive.”

 

“Already done, Sir,” Tapura reassured her commander, “All defensive systems are online and reporting at maximum firepower. Ready to repel attack upon your orders.”

 

“Hold and wait until the enemy is in position, then let them have it,” Sapphire grit her teeth as she said, “Both barrels, just as the Terrans would phrase it.”

 

“Gotta love those Terrans,” Lieutenant Coffee murmured in mock bravado, “They've got a saying for almost every occasion.”

 

“I just love them when they're not saying anything at all,” Ensign Cream playfully jibed with her sister, “Like when they're on their backs and pleading to cum…”

 

There was brief laughter all around that helped relieve much of the tension that everyone was feeling, but Sir Violet knew that humor alone would not protect them from the horrors that were about to be unleashed…and as someone who had once personally lived with that horror she felt her stomach lurch in dread of such a thing happening to her people again. In such a case death would be a mercy, and she was prepared to order the self-destruction of the Worldship and her surviving people if it meant preventing a recurrence of her former nightmare; hopefully such an event would not prove necessary this time…but only if the Protector and their people could stave off the assault, and with odds such as they were facing she could only stand silently at her post in silent vigil, praying to the Mother that this would not be the death knell of the C'thuwulf, that by some miracle their people would survive and be allowed to continue to prosper…

 

Meanwhile Iczer One was making her own grim assessments then reporting to her sister, “Enemy forces are nearly a million strong…mostly Venomoids but with a quarter of their forces comprised of Voids and Geos. The rest are unidentified but doubtlessly must be counted as yet more unpleasant surprises that Gold has cooked up for us in her bioweapons workshops.”

 

“And at the present we have two Iczer Robos and almost a hundred of the Iczelion corps on our side,” Nagisa duly related, “Which roughly divides up as nine-thousand-to-one in their favor…”

 

“So?” Troi relayed from her Iczer Robo, “That means just nine thousand a piece for each of us, a piece of cake, we've got them outnumbered.”

 

“Just how serious a threat are these Voids, Venomoids and Geos anyway?” Sakura spoke up, showing only a trace of the nervousness and uncertainly that she felt about this battle, and rather much in awe at the discovery that they were in space with the moon looming so close nearby that it almost looked like you could reach out and touch it…

 

“Well, the Venomoids are pretty damned destructive, being an alien parasitic life form that likes to plant their host spores in innocent people, turning them into more monsters like themselves,” Troi explained, “But they're nothing compared to the destructive capabilities of a Void…sort of a more primitive version of us, meaning a Bioroid that's purely designed as a weapon of destruction. A Geo is a modified Void, and they range in form and function from the mostly harmless to the really gawd-awful. They're the shock troops and foot soldiers of Gold's legions, and a single one of those buggers can be enormously destructive depending on its genetic design, form and function.”

 

“The basic rule of thumb in all cases is that you don't let them get too near you, Sakura-san,” Iczer One related, “Destroying them on sight is the safest option unless they turn out to be specially designed to resist easy termination.”

 

“At one time in their history the C'thuwulf relied upon Voids and Geos to do many base level functions in their society, Sakura-san,” Nagisa revealed, “But they were eventually replaced in favor of the Iczers.”

 

“Right,” Troi said, “We got those rejects down cold when it comes to both the hardware and raw power department…”

 

“More than that,” Iczer One amended, “When I was created to be the prototype of all the Iczers it was decided that the ultimate in living machines should be tempered by the humanity of a partner whose is both my source of Bio-energy and the anchoring reminder of what I am fighting for, which is the life of the C'thuwulf people.”

 

“I think I see,” Sakura replied, “Nagisa-san is the glue that holds you closer to Humanity so you don't let the power you command go to your head…so…how did you cope before you linked with me, Troi?"

 

“The Goddess only knows,” Troi replied, “Somehow there's always been someone who could lend me a little power to go on, but before you there was only Nagisa who gave me what you've got in abundance, Sakura-chan, and with you onboard I feel like I could take on the whole evil Armada by my lonesome.”

 

“That should not be necessary,” Iczer One smiled fondly, “We have sufficient force on hand to meet this particular challenge.”

 

“And Troi-chan,” Nagisa tentatively chimed in, “For what it's worth…you were a great partner to have back then. I just wanted you to know that.”

 

There was a slight hesitation before Troi responded, “Thanks…Nagisa-chan. It helps.”

 

“Better get our minds off of personal concerns here,” Iczer One duly noted, “Enemy fleet closing fast. All units hold formation and be prepared for anything…”

 

All at once a massive flash of light caught them all by surprise, followed a moment later by an incredible shockwave that struck their shielding and sent several Iczelions out of formation.

 

“WHAT THE FRAK WAS THAT???” Troi shouted into the ether as she fought for control over her Iczer Robo.

 

“Some kind of explosion,” Sakura responded, “But what…?”

 

“Shields holding!” Iczer One reported, “But the shockwave was a massive pulse weapon of some sort…it's scrambled dour sensors, leaving us blind on all but short-range detectors…”

 

All at once the space around them tinted to a distinctive sepia-like color, which even Sakura by now recognized was a disturbing development long before Troi cried out, “FREL! WE'RE CAUGHT IN A SUBSPACE FIELD! SUNOVABITCH! THEY GOT US TRAPPED IN SUBPSACE!”

 

“Can we break loose?” Nagisa asked.

 

“No good,” Iczer One said grimly, “No doubt some of those devices they were towing into the field were designed to generate a massive containment field…one large enough to trap our entire Iczelion force, to say nothing of our Iczer-Robos!”

 

“We've been suckered into an ambush!” Troi declared, “And we fell for it like amateurs…”

 

“But what about the enemy?” Sakura asked.

 

“Don't look now, but here they come,” Nagisa pointed out in a no-nonsense tone that showed just the faintest edge of fatalistic determination.

 

“All units---brace for attack!” Iczer One cried out in the hopes that the Iczelion force could hear her orders over the static caused by the subspace explosion, and seconds later their people opened up with live fire as the enemy horde descended upon them from all directions…

 

 

 

 

Neos Gold smiled in triumph, having successfully carried out the instructions of Big Gold to the letter. In a gleeful voice she declared, “They're trapped and as good as finished! Iczer One and Troi will never escape from that containment field! Destroy them and all who follow the ways of the Iczers! The rest of you, follow me! We go to conquer the Worldship!”

 

On board in the command chamber, Sir Violent looked on with dismay as the field was literally swept clean of their own forces, leaving nothing but Voids, Geos and Venomoids to fill the sky around the Worldship.

 

“Holy Mother of us all!” Sapphire breathed at the realization that they were now without the main force of their defenders, then she snapped out of her daze and cried, “All units mobilize for defense!”

 

“Sir…the explosion has knocked down some of our field generators,” a technician reported, “Shields overall are reduced by twenty-three percent of full strength!”

 

“They won't hold if the enemy presses us hard,” another technician reported, “We could have breaches all along our periphery…defensive systems are down by fifteen percept of optimal…”

 

“So,” Sir Violet murmured faintly to herself, “It is a good day to die after all…”

 

“Mother of us all?” lieutenant Coffee asked.

 

“Nothing,” Sir Violet replied, silently determined not to allow the enemy to gain a foothold on the mothership. If matters proved as hopeless as she now feared they might be…then death would be the only option. She was prepared to make that sacrifice to prevent her people from becoming slaves of Big Gold once again, to spare them the ravages of what the Venomoid spores would do to their souls and bodies, and if their entire race should perish as a consequence, then so be it. They would become extinct as C'thuwulf, proud and independent…and the only regret that she would have was that the Earth itself could not be spared a similar fate. The blue planet that her people now called home would be relatively defenseless to the onslaught of the Venomoid scourge, which meant that Big Gold would win after all, despite the gallant bravery of the human race and their many defenders…

 

 

 

 

“THEY WHAT???” Sub-Commander Sepia was already up and out of her chair as she stared in dismay at the tactical display of what had just happened.

 

“It's like I just told you, Sir,” Lieutenant Honey explained as she worked the controls of her station, “The enemy assault was designed as a feint to lure our forces into the containment zone, at which point a subspace bomb was detonated to disrupt communications, sensor readings and various other sub-systems. Then the other devices were brought into play to create a subspace field that removed our Iczelions and Robos from the battlefield, shuttling them off to a pocket dimension where they are effectively trapped and under assault by a separate Void army.”

 

“How could something like this happen?” Cobalt swore.

 

“It happened because we obviously underestimated Big Gold, Mother,” Iczer Two announced as she teleported into the command central.

 

“Two, thank the Mother!” Sepia breathed, “You've got to take Beta Unit out there to try and knock out those generators…”

 

“No good,” Iczer Two shook her head, “I would never get near enough with Sepia to disable those field generators. I'm afraid my sisters will have to find a way on their own, but I'm going to make sure that their efforts are not wasted.”

 

“What do you mean?” Cobalt blinked as she turned to regard her biological daughter.

 

“I can't explain right now,” Iczer Two replied, “But this is the opportunity that I have been waiting for. You must remain here to defend this base from attack, Mother, while I take Sepia and go to deal a fatal blow to the enemy…once and forever.”

 

“What are you talking about, Two?” Sepia asked, “Just what are you planning?”

 

“It…is better if I do not tell you,” Iczer Two said with sincere regret, turning from her second-in-command to Cobalt and saying, “I am counting on you to hold the line here, Mother. I know you will prevail against the enemy…just as I must do what I must do to insure the continued survival of our people. Know that I am proud to have been born from your matrix, and I will make you proud of me this day.”

 

With that she teleported from the command center, leaving the two partners to stare at the space where she had been standing until Sepia managed to ask, “Why is it I get the feeling that she's about to do something enormously reckless and possibly quite stupid?”

 

“She did remind me rather much of Troi just now, yes,” Cobalt replied before turning back to stare at the display screens, “I just hope whatever she's doing will be enough to win the day. I just…wish I could shake the feeling that she came here to say goodbye to me…”

 

“Commander!” another technician reported, “We have energy spikes all over the board! Subspace gates are opening up at a dozen different points all across the planet…it's a Venomoid signature, and they've got more Voids with them!”

 

“What, more of them?” Sepia blanched.

 

“Of course,” Cobalt said fatalistically, “This day is just getting better by the minute…”

 

 

 

 

Colonel Sharon Rogers stared at the planetary wall-display and saw the thing that she and her counterparts had dreaded all along. Threshold Gates were opening up in a dozen hot spots the whole world over, far too many to be contained by even the combined resources of S.H.I.E.L.D. or even S.H.A.D.O. There were reports coming in from all over of monsters pouring out from those gates, and with only a limited number of allies to call upon to stand against this invading horde of Biosculpted creatures.

 

“Colonel!” a lieutenant called out, “Contact points in a dozen major cities, including New York…”

 

“Of course,” Sharon said grimly, “They always come to either Tokyo, London, Metropolis or New York…I just hope Steve and his team can handle this crisis, because it looks like our resources will be stretched to the max. Get me Straker, and don't hesitate to pull rank, just get me an open channel to Stormwatch, the MIB and JLW Central...”

 

“Colonel,” another technician reported, “Your husband's calling in on line two.”

 

“What, now?” Sharon winced, then steeled herself and said, “Put it on the main com.”

 

“Yes ma'am,” the technician said, then called into her throat-mike, “Go ahead, Captain.”

 

“Sharon…we have a situation here…”

 

“Yes, Steve, I know all about it,” Sharon said patiently.

 

“Well, you may not know this…the enemy is infecting people with spores and turning them into monsters. My people are holding up so far, but we're taking hits from some pretty heavy hitters…nothing we can't handle so far but…”

 

There was a loud crack and the sound of static on the line, and for a moment Sharon felt a totally non-professional lurch as her heart tried to pry its way into her mouth, but she managed to control her impulse and choke down a scream into a deceptively mild, “Steve? Steve…are you still there?”

 

“…ILL here,” her husband's voice came back online a few overly-tense seconds later, “Thor just got a little carried away with that hammer of his…it throws a pretty mean thunderbolt when you come right down to it…”

 

“Well…don't do that to me again, Mister, or I'll have you court-martialed,” Sharon quipped to cover up for the screaming jag she had earlier suppressed, “And try not to inhale any of those alien spores, do you hear me?”

 

“Yes ma'am,” he replied with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm, “Should I pick up a quart of milk and a loaf of bread while I'm at it?”

 

Sharon was mighty glad that there were no heavy objects to throw at her distant husband as she said, “Coordinate with Doctor Richards…see if he has any idea on how to cure people of these Venomoid spores, he's been working on a project with Doctor Banner all week, it's about time we see some results…”

 

“Colonel,” Major Samuel (Snap) Wilson II sharply called out, “I think you'd better see this…we've got trouble dead ahead at two O'clock sharp.”

 

“What?” Sharon turned to see the tactical display of the holographic image of the Shield Helicarrier being menaced by a surging portal that opened out slightly ahead of their position, to which she quipped, “Oh shit…”

 

“Trouble honey?” her husband asked with a slightly disapproving tone in his voice.

 

“I mean…Oh nuts…” she hastily amended, resenting the fact that she often had to watch her language around her husband, but…then again, they were---quite literally---from different eras…

 

“That doesn't sound the same as the guy I last heard quote those words,” Steve replied, “I take it you've got a problem on your hands.”

 

“If you call having a Threshold Gate pop up and spill out another wave of enemy forces a problem,” Sharon noted rather dryly.

 

“Look, why don't I call you back when things are a bit less hectic,” her husband urged, “I think Tigra and the Widow could use some help right about now, and it sounds like you've got your own hands full…”

 

“Right,” she duly noted, “See you around dinner…I hope.”

 

“We're deploying forces to repel the assault, Colonel,” Major Wilson reported, having taken the moment to relay the appropriate orders to various shield divisions, “But do you think we stand a chance against a force nearly as powerful as the C'thuwulf?”

 

“God only knows,” Sharon replied, “I just hope the cavalry gets here soon…the warranty isn't paid off on this Helicarrier, and we're still making payments for the last one…”(And the one before that, and the one before that one!)

 

She silently hoped that their defensive systems would prove to be enough, but failing that she silently prayed that there was someone strong enough to save the day here, assuming that any such person was currently in residence on the planet, or that they were not doing anything more important at the moment…

 

 

 

 

Rhea moved in slowly but relentlessly, her hands undressing Muku with no hurry or rush to her movements. Muku, for her part, was content to let her partner do the main work of seducing her at this moment, her inexperience being the perfect excuse to see what Rhea had planned for her since she had given her consent to the act of her seduction.

 

As long as Rhea had been waiting, however, and as eager as she had been to venture this much closer to a human girl who felt as much like an extension of her own being as a clearly defined and independent person, still Rhea had no intention of rushing the act itself, intending to fully savor every moment, and to give her “Muku-chan” the full benefit of her extensive education in the sensual arts of pleasure, so she worked her hands gradually over the bare skin of her partner while systematically stripping her bare of any and all hindrances, including the clothes on her own nubile body.

 

Muku found the intimate contact both surprisingly pleasurable and intensely arousing, so when Rhea removed an article of clothing it was like shedding a layer of her own inhibitions, revealing to Muku how tactilely sensitive she could be to each and every caress of slender hands across her body. Rhea moved her lips down Muku's neck to her shoulder and somehow found every nerve worth stimulating along the way, giving Muku a strange shiver that went up and down her spine like a mild electrical current. She felt hands sliding around and underneath her bra before it, too, was peeled away to reveal a pair of nicely shaped breasts, not to large but very ripe indeed with nipples that ached for the sensation of those caresses. When Rhea cupped and fondled those breasts it was as if they were delicate fruit that she was testing for bruises, and Muku could only gasp and arch her head back as those sensitive fingers started to pinch and stretch her nipples, causing the tingle down her spine to jolt like an electrical fire that set her loins to pulsating as a little nub pushed forward and began to press up against the lining of her panties.

 

Soon Rhea's hands breached even the elastic barrier that surrounded Muku's widening hips, and then fingers found and explored the hub, caressing and teasing it as Muku gasped again in disbelief at the sensations this caused her. Before too long those panties were peeled down to expose a silky pelvic mound that Rhea could stroke and brush with her fingertips, causing Muku to squirm and writhe in the other girl's arms, finding the touch of those fingers so incredibly delicious!

 

As Rhea was in no hurry she took her time exploring each region of her partner's body, peeling away the last remaining undergarments as Muku rolled back onto the bed and instinctively lifted her legs to give her lover full access. Muku stared with half-lidded eyes as she saw Rhea straddling her with a longing in her eyes that more than matched her own enflamed ardor. Rhea went down on top of Muku and began planting kisses all over her face, neck, shoulders and tummy, gradually circling in a spiral to focus her attention on both of Muku's breasts, then lavishing upon them the bulk of her attention. Muku could only gasp with incredulous joy as she found her back arching as though to press her chest into the other girl's face, even as Rhea used gentle tongue-flicks and pressure-sensitive finger maneuvers to cause her breasts to harden and her nipples to become as hard as pebbles…right up to the moment when Rhea took one of them between her lips and began to suckle on that hard little teat, at which point Muku thought that she was floating on air as the sensations this caused her were indescribably arousing.

 

Muku did not know how long it took for Rhea to tire of one nipple and devote herself to pleasuring the other, but by the time Rhea was done working her there she had the feeling that she was about to lactate, a curious concept as it reminded her rather much of watching a dairy cow on a farm, and for some odd reason the thought made her feel almost like laughing. What Rhea did next, however, drowned out any thoughts of humor as the Bioroid painted a trail of affectionate kisses all the way down to Muku's lower body, at which point she began to play with the nerves in both of Muku's parted legs, planting kisses on the inner thigh of one and then circling around before doing the same thing to the other. Rhea alternated traveling down the length of each leg until she had a foot between her hands and was using her tongue to explore the space between her toes, then she sucked on the big toe and Muku nearly passed out from the sheer excitement this caused her. By the time Rhea was done playing with both of her feet Muku was left spent and panting for joy and wondering in a dull, befogged state just what was next on the agenda, and why was her pelvis feeling so much like it was on fire? Where next would Rhea strike? The suspense of that question was overwhelming.

 

Had Muku even the slightest prior sexual experience before this moment she would have easily predicted what next was on the menu, but it came as a complete surprise nonetheless when Rhea zeroed in on her aching groin as if drawn by the sense that something down there was about to go super-nova!

 

The first sense she had of Rhea's mouth touching her parted labia, however, caught Muku completely by surprise and caused such a firestorm of cascading electricity to flow across her nerve endings that she was soon clenching and unclenching like a fist, feeling her body churn from within as though she were about to spasm like a geyser…and---sure enough---her loins began pulsating moments later, a sure sign that warned Rhea in time of what was to happen so that she closed her mouth over Muku's pink-petaled opening and used her nose to stimulate her clitoris.

 

The next moment Muku nearly passed out at the eruption of her loins as something shot out of her and into the mouth of her partner, giving Muku a brief but intense illumination of what Girl-Girl sex was truly all about in the final nub, not just the orgasm but the sharing of life as a part of herself gushed into her adoring Iczer. Rhea expertly devoured each drop of sugary-sweet cum that she could entice from Muku's loins as the latter shook and screamed with a lesser aftershock that rocked her world to the very core and left her feeling as if she had just died to be reborn anew as a whole and complete woman.

 

Muku lay gasping for breath as Rhea gently eased her back from the edge with probing tongue-flicks, but at last Rhea felt bold enough to say, “Your turn, my love…allow me to share as well as to give you these pleasures.

 

Muku wanted to ask what Rhea meant by that but was too breathless to form words, but then her eyes bulged wide as she saw Rhea climbing up to straddle her on the bed, and then Rhea gazed down at her with fond adoration, her face as flush as Muku's from their mutual arousal, just before she lowered herself and brought her chest down over Muku's face, smothering the other girl between the gulf formed by her ample bosom.

 

At first Muku was dismayed to find herself framed by such rounded “pillows,” but then the scent of Rhea's body caused her to feel even more aroused, and before she knew it she reached up with both hands and started playing with Rhea's chest, trying to copy the movements that had been used on her own breasts, albeit somewhat awkwardly and with less of an idea of where she was going. Instinct came to her rescue then and she started plying her mouth and lips to sensitive skin as she fondled Rhea's bosom somewhat awkwardly, getting more into the spirit of the thing when her mind reacted to the wonderful sense of how soft and pliable they were, and how nice if felt to squeeze them.

 

Rhea endured Muku's initial clumsiness with stoical determination, remembering all too well how shy and awkward she had been with her first bed mate back in New Gamora. Then Rhea had been the one who lacked for a clue of what the sex act was all about. She had the downloaded memories informing her of the mechanical side of the affair, but no real connection to the act itself, a critical deficiency of concept that her then-partner had worked very diligently at correcting.

 

Muku proved to be an even quicker study of the subject than had Rhea, warming up to the joy that was to be found in handling a woman's body, which was designed for the very purpose of being so pleasured. Women were, after all, sensitive and passionate creatures by birth, the legacy of endless ages of consensual bonding, and human women proved no less adept at this than C'thuwulf when it came to the arts of pleasure. All one needed to do was to stimulate that latent sensuality that lay dormant in many of their sex and you could awaken the Tiger of Passion, a flaming desire that---once brought to the surface---had an all-consuming flame that devoured both the woman and her lover.

 

Rhea still lacked a basic clue about what it meant for a woman to love a man, and men themselves seemed just plain…wrong and hairy. Some men intimidated her for reasons even Rhea did not truly understand, but when it came to Muku there was no hesitation at all. A woman's body made perfect sense to her, and Muku's body was a map over which to transverse at leisure, taking in the best sights while sampling the bounty that was to be offered.

 

For Muku, however, the discovery that a woman's body could be sexually arousing was like a burst of creative revelation, the sudden awakening of the sleeping hunger to which Muku had been all but oblivious until this happy moment. No wonder Sakura and Yui harbored such intense, private feelings, or why Yumi behaved like a religious convert discovering the joys of sex as a form of adoration. Rhea's body felt to her like a warmth, beautiful, incredible thing that just had to be touched, stroked, fondled and played with, her mouth and hands going everywhere they wanted to, whether it was to lapping at Rhea's breast like a hungry baby, to running her fingers up and down the bald mound that was the other girl's groin and finding something slick between her fingers as she touched and explored the soft, pedal-like lips of an unfolding labia. All at once Muku pulled her fingers away and gave off of trying to drain one of Rhea's tasty little nipples to study the moistness on her hand and stare in wonder at the sticky-slickness she found there. She only hesitated for about a minute more before Rhea urged her to bring her fingers up to her lips so that she might “have a sample” of the C'thuwulf's juices.

 

To say that the flavor was unlike anything she had ever tried before would have been a gross understatement. Muku was at a loss to describe the mixture of salty sweet brine with a tinge of mild bitterness that fired up all of her taste buds at once. Realizing that she had to explore this mystery further, she got out from underneath Rhea and rolled the other girl upon her back before pulling her partner's legs wide apart so that she could study her loins and discern their anatomy and all that came with it.

 

She did not know why it surprised her to discover that Rhea's loins were constructed in much the same fashion as her own basic anatomy, but staring at the other girl's widening labia was something of a revelation, especially when she exposed the nub that was the Bioroid's clitoris, and when she touched and toyed with it using just her fingers she was rewarded by the sound of Rhea gasping as she arched her back and made tight little noises. Sensing that she was onto something big here, and remembering vividly what her own orgasm had felt like, she bent down and brought her face down to the pelvis of another girl for the first time in her whole life…and she smelled the pungent aroma of the elvish girl's sex with a sudden mouth-watering appetite that needed to be sated in the worst way possible. So---putting any qualms she might have to the side---Muku bent down and placed her lips over the nub then gently brought her teeth together and ever-so-lightly nipped it.

 

Rhea gave one sharp gasp and then her hips started quivering, and before Muku knew it something was squirting her in the face, causing her to back away with a start as the milky-white jism pasted her good and properly on the cheek, chin and lips. Reflexively she dabbed her face with one hand and licked her tongue across the side of her mouth and gave a gasp of her own at the potent flavor, then set about trying to clean off as much of the stuff as she could from her face while gobbling it down off the back of her hand. Her own actions surprised her but it was so damned good that she simply had to have more of such a flavorful concoction.

 

Before too long she was thrusting her tongue in deep into the loins of her adoring partner, swirling her tongue around inside the gab in search of even more jism. Rhea was thrashing on the bed, gripping her sheets and mattress while threatening to tear them asunder as her feet waved in the air like mini-fans, her toes curling in ecstasy as Muku drank her dry and brought her over the edge once again in a matter of moments.

 

This time Muku thought she was prepared to handle her lover when Rhea climaxed for a second time, only this was much greater than the first time, and she had failed to reckon with just how strong Rhea actually was, and what might happen if the other girl lost control over her basic autonomic systems. All at once Muku felt herself being picked up and flung across the length of the room, Rhea's body glowing with life and energy like a radiant sun coming out from the clouds, her naked form quivering and shaking as she thrashed upon her bed and arched her pelvis and legs with wild, frenzied motions that were at once intensely animalistic and unbelievably arousing. Even as Muku landed awkwardly at the base of the far wall she found herself staring in amazement as every loose object in the room started floating as if gravity itself had gone haywire, a phenomenon that lasted only a few brief, mind-blowing instants before reality settled in again and thing started to return to normal.

 

When at last Rhea stopped panting and Muku felt it self enough to venture an observation, the only thing that came to mind for her to say was, “Wow…”

 

“I'm…sorry…about that…Muku-chan,” Rhea panted, “I…did not mean…to lose control like that…you just…found my weak-spot. I was…quite moved by your exertions…”

 

“Yeah, I guess so,” Muku mused as she looked at the mess that had been a neat and orderly room mere minutes ago, “Are you gonna do that often?”

 

“I hope not…thought I think I do sort of hope it happens again,” Rhea smiled sheepishly, “Perhaps we should try something basic this time, far less likely to…make a mess of my furnishings.”

 

In spite of her awe over what had just happened, Muku found her desire to continue exploring this issue was even more intense than before, so she got to her feet and grinned, “Okay…where would you like me to start, Rhea-chan?”

 

Rhea gave her a smile that would have done credit to a cat and extended one of her bare legs like an offering, “Perhaps you'd like to try duplicating what I did with you a moment ago? You know the feet are enormously sensitive, being the anchor to the flow of the life energies that pass through the earth, much like a plug to a socket. Would you care to see what it is like to study that flow as it rises up throughout my body?”

 

Muku could not help grinning like a madwoman as she came over to Rhea and took the proffered leg between both hands, studying the elegant and shapely foot that was being offered to her for intensive study and remembering full well had nice it had been to be kissed and licked down there, to say nothing of having her toes sucked.

 

“All right, you're on,” she murmured as she brought Rhea's foot up to her lips, “But just remember, you asked for this one, Honey…”

 

In the flames of their mutual arousal it only dimly registered on Rhea's mind that this was the first time that Muku had given her an affectionate pet-name, but the next minute she had other sensations on her mind and so gave herself up totally to the podiatric study of her lower extremities, soon arching and moaning again as Muku threw herself into this quest with utter and complete abandon, proving a very adept student as she was inspired by the subject matter to do things that were pure, unadulterated instinct.

 

The magic flowed between them once again, and all the while the two lovers remained oblivious to the storm that gathered all around them…

 

 

 

 

“I've got you, Ken-san!” Atros cried as she threw her hands around the young man's armor-clad waist, ordering sternly, “ICZEL-ARMOR---DISENGAGE GRAVITY THUSTERS!”

 

“Whoah!” Ken declared as he found his forward plunge abruptly halted, and all at once he discovered that he was being supported by the dark-haired girl who had so recently been declared as his partner. He tried to glance over his shoulder to see her face but could only make out the top of his head with his peripheral vision, and so he awkwardly said, “Nice catch…you ever think of going pro?”

 

Atros ignored the man's jibing humor and said, “I think we should conduct this upon the ground level as you are clearly too inexperienced at flying to be trusted to do it solo.”

 

“Hey, I'm doing the best I know how,” Ken replied, “It's not like I've been doing this for a living, you know…” but other than this he made no complaint as the descended to the ground, whereupon Atros promptly released him.

 

“Thank you,” he said awkwardly as he turned to study her face, dismayed to find that he was even taller than before standing next to her, and that she barely now came up to the level of his breastbone, “Ah…I was just coming to see you when…the strangest thing happened…”

 

“So I can see,” Atros said dryly, “You've joined the Iczelion Corps. Congratulations, you now comprise their entire male division.”

 

“Well…everybody's got to be a pioneer at something, I suppose,” Ken replied, glancing down at himself and adding rather lamely, “I don't know about you, though, but I feel funny going around in high heels.”

 

For some reason Atros found her mouth quirking around the corners as he said that, but she mastered the gesture and sternly looked at him before saying, “Why are you here? Don't you know that we are about to be attacked and that soon the forces of Big Gold will be unleashed upon the planet?”

 

“Ah…yeah, about that,” Ken replied, “Aren't I supposed to be your partner or…something like that? I know I'm not half the fighter that Muku or Sakura are, but I can hold my own in an average bout…”

 

“This is not like a martial arts tournament,” Atros patiently explained, “The horde that is coming is comprised of many artificially created life forms, some nearly as dangerous as I am, and alone you would not stand a prayer in hell of resisting their forces. Even with Iczelion armor you would be overwhelmed by the sheer weight of their numbers…”

 

“Yeah? And what about you?” Ken asked with a frown, “Does the same thing apply? I mean…no offense or anything, but there's just the one of you standing alone here and---from the sound of things---you're going up against a whole army.”

 

“I am an army unto myself,” Atros explained, “I was created for battle and it is my function in life. If I should fall standing up against the tide brought about by the ones who created me, then so be it. I am a soldier and I am prepared to do my duty…”

 

“Doesn't sound like much of a life,” Ken replied as he regarded her with a slight inclination of his helmeted head, “Are you telling me you have no other reason to live than to fight?”

 

“I…never considered any alternatives,” Atros replied, “There is no point in speculating about a future that may not even exist if Big Gold were to have her way…”

 

“So, you're telling me that you're a big, bad samurai and that you're gonna go down nobly and with honor intact facing impossible odds by your lonesome,” Ken replied, “Well…sorry to have to inform you about this, lady, but…you're gonna have some backup, whether you want it or not.”

 

Atros blinked before she stared up at the man and said, “I do not need any support…and I would fight better not having to worry about you…”

 

“So you're worried about me, huh?” he smirked, “That's nice to hear.”

 

“That---that is not the point!” Atros sputtered, wondering why this human was causing such a reaction in her, and that annoying smirk of his…why was he looking at her that way? Human males were such confusing creatures…

 

“I think it is, Beautiful,” Ken nodded, “And it's nice to hear for a change that somebody in this world doesn't find me a complete annoyance…”

 

“You are an annoyance!” Atros counter, “Leave now before you get hurt…”

 

“And leave you alone to fry?” Ken firmed his resolve, “Not a chance. Besides…if I understand this partnership thing correctly, you need me as a power source. I'm supposed to be the one who can make you invincible, right?”

 

“I don't need anyone…” Atros started to say, knowing it was a lie the moment she said it.

 

“That's what they all say,” Ken sighed, “Muku or Sakura…you girls think you can go it all by yourself…and you have the gall to accuse us men of being stubborn. Well, no sense trying to out-Macho me, beautiful, I've been out-machoed by experts, and---in case you haven't noticed---I'm still here and I'm sticking close with you.”

 

“But you will be hurt,” Atros tried to reason, “And what good are you to me then?”

 

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “But I'm sure we'll think of something…”

 

“Leave now while you can,” Atros all but pleaded, then finally she did plead, “Please…”

 

To her surprise Ken reached out to cup her chin, tilting her head up slightly, and before she knew what he was about his face came down towards hers and he gave her a kiss that took her completely off-guard, so much so that she backed away from him, looking round-eyed and confused as though he had physically struck her.

 

“Why…why did you just do that?” she asked.

 

“Because I felt like it,” Ken replied, “And you looked good enough for kissing. By the way, did anyone ever tell you that you look kind of cute when you're blushing?”

 

Atros automatically felt her cheek, then outrage began to boil up in her at this arrogant human, taking such presumptive liberties with her, so much so that she felt like demonstrating to him why it was folly to cross an Iczer…and yet she found herself at a loss for any suitable means of retaliation.

 

But then a harsh laughter broke the mood for both of them, and Atros turned in annoyance to see the figure and form standing off a bit away from them with a haughty continence that spoke of an arrogance far greater than Ken Tofu's.

 

“So it seems you've found yourself another conquest, Tofu-san,” the leering figure remarked, “Just like you to play the field while that whore you call your fiancée is off making sport with another woman.”

 

“Gel?” Ken blinked his eyes, unable to believe that the missing Kuno sibling was standing there before them, yet unable to avoid recognizing that haughty manner and condescending air that denoted the less popular twin to the more gregarious Perm, “Is that really you this time?”

 

“Oh yes,” replied the purple haired girl with the flashing red eyes and the imperious manner, “Long time no see, Ken-san…looks like you have been busy. Sorry that I can't stay and chat, you know, but there is indeed a war going on, and you are definitely not needed to wage it.”

 

With that she gestured with a hand and a beam of energy lanced from her fingers. Without thinking about it Atros threw herself in the way and used both arms to deflect the bolt, which struck hard enough to knock her off her feet and into Ken's embrace.

 

“Oh, how romantic,” Gel remarked as she blew on her finger as if it were a smoking pistol, “Took the bolt for your loved one. You always did know how to charm them, Tofu-san…”

 

“Gel?” Ken asked as he held Atros in his arms while the Iczer recovered from the shock of impact, “What's happened to you? What are you doing?”

 

“Isn't it obvious, Clever Boy?” Gel smiled cruelly, and then all at once her body began shimmering as her clothing dissolved and was replaced a moment later by an even more impressive array of battle armor than what he was wearing. She towered over Ken and leered, “I'm here to destroy you, not to mention the rest of those annoying pests you call your friends. Now…where is Muku-chan? My mistress wishes to greet her in a private audience…”

 

Atros grunted as she got back to her feet and disengaged herself from her partner's embrace, “Don't listen to her…Ken-san…she's not the woman you knew…”

 

“Quite correct,” Gel replied with a vicious leer at the both of them, “I am the new and improved version, and this is where you two meet a fate reserved for enemies and traitors.”

 

“What are you…?” Ken barely heard the warning of the armor he was wearing as it spoke into his mind and informed him that there was another attack bearing down on his left flank. Without hesitation he threw himself to the side just as a laser sword sliced the space where he had been standing.

 

“TOFU KEN, PREPARE TO DIE!” roared a malevolent looking Godai Kuno, himself armored in the style reminiscent of his armor-clad sister, the glowing blade held in both hands seeming far more deadly than any mere Star Wars-inspired merchandise.

 

Atros reacted to another attack being hurled by Gel, this time coming in the form of metallic ribbons that lanced out in an attempt to engage her, and almost off-handedly she cried out, “Be on your guard, they are enemies, not friends!”

 

“Tell me something I don't already know, Beautiful!” Ken called out as another lunge by Kuno came close to taking his head off. Almost in instinct he reached out to the side and found himself gripping a blade of his own, which same he brought up to deflect Godai's third pass, only to discover with surprise that it was an energy blade that felt as light as air and was incredibly fluid. He stepped away to examine it, then smiled to himself as he said, “Well…what do you know…I've got one of these things too.”

 

“So it seems,” Godai replied, “But do you know how to use it?”

 

Saying this the armored Godai suddenly vanished in a hail of pixilation, leaving Ken to gasp in surprise, “Where'd he go…?”

 

“Behind you!” the voice of Unit 72 called into his mind, but just a second too late for Ken to do anything useful about it.

 

All at once he felt something hit him in the back like a sharp poker, and all at once he saw the energy beam protruding from his chest, slightly off a bit from any major organs but still doing incredible heat damage as it burned the wound all around it.

 

Ken's cry of astonished pain brought Atros around with a gasp as she vanished from Gel's range of attack and appeared again to plant a solid kick against the unprotected center of Godai, kicking him away with great force as she caught the stumbling Ken into her arms.

 

“Ken-san…are you…?” she started to ask when she realized how stupid the question was considering the nature of the wound that he had just taken.

 

“I'm…just a little…winded…” Ken tried to say when he found himself forced to cough a bit, only to taste a peculiarly coppery tang on his lips.

 

Atros stared wide-eyed at the sight of blood on her partner's mouth, but before she could say anything another bolt of energy struck the invisible field of force surrounding Ken's body, going right through both it and his armor as it left another gaping hole in his chest, this time closer to his stomach.

 

“Pay attention to who you're fighting, Fool,” Gel declared in cruel disdain for the harm she had just inflicted, “Turning your back on an enemy is fatal in any battle!”

 

Rather than reply to the taunt Atros threw her head back and cried out a scream to fill the heavens…and in response to her cry the sky itself was split with thunderous lightning…

 

 

 

Continued

 

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