Trouble Brews

  PRT HQ

  Yuri could feel it.

  Every step behind Miss Militia was a war between a squirming monster trying to, thankfully harmlessly, free itself and her Kegel muscles trying desperately to keep the damnedable thing from just flying out in the middle of the hallway. A hallway that no doubt had cameras trained on her and probably several people watching her every quivering step and would definitely catch one of those bck creatures from spawning from her nethers.

  A situation that would inevitably pce her, Xena, and that American bimbo on a short list... And horribly embarrass her.

  The three other times that she had... Birthed the little monsters, she was not exactly in her right mind. The sex marathons that Xena enabled with her nonsensical abilities meant that she was only aware that two days had passed when Xena admitted such.

  Granted the sex-fueled bender that she experienced was positively THE best thing she had ever had happen to her.

  But being "sober" and having one of Xena's little abominations try to force their way out of her while in public was not something she would ever like to experience.

  Even now as the women's restroom was in sight and Miss Militia tried her best to expin to her in English-She still had little idea of what the cape was saying- she could feel the tiny hands and feet pushing and pulling at her vaginal walls causing all sorts of feelings to be sent to her hind brain. Yuri honestly didn't know if she would feel more, or less shame that it is being caused by some sort of hentai monster.

  She could see the universal sign of the restroom no more than 20 feet away. Completely ignoring the words coming from the English speaker she picked up her staggering gait and made her best attempt to rush to the door, but she made a mistake.

  In her excitement of being nearer to the restroom she rexed her Kegel muscles slightly enabling the newborn monster to slip further down her canal causing her to colpse to the linoleum floor as her muscles spasmed in orgasm.

  Her face grew crimson as she leaned on the wall. She felt her cum leak out of her and soak into the fabric covering her crotch.

  Miss Militia quickly came to aid her, obviously thinking that she was in distress.

  Yuri wanted to cry as the level of embarrassment grew as the dark-skinned woman helped her up and stuttered to a stop as she saw the dark stain growing on her groin.

  Miss Militia was frozen in indecision as her misunderstanding of the situation grew in her mind.

  Yuri's eyes began to water as she tried her best to speak English as the creature reacted to having its exit impeded once again.

  "PleAse... Ba-bathroom."

  "Okay." Miss Militia replied slowly as she helped Yuri the rest of the way.

  Once finally inside the bathroom she quickly locked the door behind her before falling to the tiled floor. She fumbled with the zipper trying to pull it all the way down before doing the same to her soaked panties and when she was finally done, she rexed her muscles and let the bastard squirm its way out with an exhausted whimper.

  The bck carapaced thing fell onto the tile where it looked around at its new environment before quickly looking for a dark location. It ran from one wall to the next like a cat with zoomies before something caught its attention. Yuri looked to where the bck oblong head pointed and saw the grate for the ventition.

  It clicked.

  "Oh no." She whispered in horror as she saw the spawn rush towards the grate, even climbing up the walls to get to it. Yuri tried her best to catch it but tripped by the panties still down her legs. She caught herself before her face hit the tile but with a slight screeching of metal the little bastard tore its way into the ventition shaft.

  She started to actually cry to herself.

  "This is the worst day ever."

  That was when Miss Militia barged into the room only to freeze as she saw Yuri face down, ass up. her panties around her knees. her coverall's pants tossed to the side. leaving nothing to cover her bare-naked bottom from the cape's view. And she was crying.

  "Kami! please kill me."

  -X-

  Xena's Hive (Squealer's Garage)

  Sargeant Jesus Hernandez (Ret) was not a lucky man.

  He was a born and raised Brocktonite and was a proud patriot. Fresh out of high school he signed up with the armed forces. two years in he got word from home that his parents were killed in an E88 drive by. A few years ter the bulk of the military was discharged due to the feds having "no further need of a rge fighting force".

  If only they decided that before he had his knee broken in a training accident.

  To add salt to the wound, with reduced funding the VA was one of the first to get downsized so the generals can keep their pay.

  So, there was Jesus returned to BB with a bum knee and no actual higher education nor trade knowledge. He fell into drugs quickly and then debt soon after.

  He had a choice to either get on his knees to start earning money or force others onto their knees, he chose the tter.

  So here he was armed with a cheap handgun leading a group of other Drug addicts and homeless on orders from chief crackwhore herself, Skidmark, to investigate why Squealer was looking clean.

  One of the lookouts had reported that Squealer left her garage in a rather clean and new looking car so now was the perfect time to see what's happening.

  "Alright you lousy apes. Trish, you go first, Jose you're on watch, Rachelle you're in the back, and Randal?"

  "Yeah boss?"

  "Don't fucking touch nothing until I tell you, got it?"

  "... Yeah boss."

  Jesus couldn't trust the teen with anything fmmable, or sharp ever since the st time someone handed him a lighter and the shit decided that the trash on the floor could be easily cleaned with an application of fmes.

  The other time when he was given a knife and grabbed it by the bde. Only reason Jesus could think of as to why the kid was working under him and not on a corner was how he was butt fuck ugly, and no matter how desperate a John or Jane might be, ugly was ugly and there were plenty of other whores on the market.

  Randal was only allowed to have blunt weapons. Even then he has already accidently wacked himself over then head twice on their way here.

  They got into their ordered positions and slowly approached Squealer's Garage.

  Their job was to search for any hidden shit that enabled Squealer getting clean, steal it- or destroy it if it was too big- and wreck everything else so that the only option left for the blonde bimbo was to join up with the Merchants permanently.

  The outside of the building was just as it had always been, worn down and decrepit. Boarded up windows with rusted sidings and vines crawling up the sides.

  They carefully walked up to the side entrance and Trish tested the pull handle and found it to be unlocked.

  Her freckled face smiled back at them before pulling the door all the way with a grating screech of rusty hinges and leading the group into the bowels of the decaying industrial building.

  The building wasn't silent as they made their careful way through the halls. Pipes running along the walls and ceiling made random noises. The barely lit emergency lights flickered with an audible tinkling only marginally lit the trash covered floor, used needles and wrappers for all sorts were left discarded.

  A random pipe hissed out a gout of steam causing the group to jump and even Randal to yelp like a girl.

  Jesus cuffed the bitch on the back of his ugly head.

  "Don't be a fucking bitch, it's just fucking steam. Come on guys let's get a move on. We don't know when Squealer will be back."

  He pushed on ahead and led the group around a bend as Randal stayed behind trying to massage his growing bruise.

  He was looking down at the ground in shame when he noticed a flicker of movement reflected off a puddle of water on the ground. He jumped and looked around in panic trying to find the source only to see a piece of bck tubing swaying in front of one of the few lights.

  He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. "O-oh it's just the lighting, thank god."

  He leaned back with his hand on his chest and then felt something wet drip onto his face.

  Randal reached up to touch it before opening his eyes to discover a viscous clear fluid on his hand before looking up to see a reflective surface and an open salivating maw. His eyes widened and he made to scream before something coiled around his throat and pulled him up into a vent in the ceiling.

  He did not go quietly though, as his quick egress caused him to bash against several pipes and the ventition shaft itself.

  The rapid bangs and rattles caused the group that was up ahead to double back in panic. Not out of some sort of worry for a fellow human but the fear that with less people there would be less chaff to be used to shield themselves.

  Upon reaching where Randal was, they found his lone shoe and several splotches of fresh blood near it and the entrance of the ventition duct above. Trish let out a whimper.

  "Dear god, somethin' got Randal."

  Jesus saw that the other druggy was also not looking too happy, Rachelle's chocote eyes were frantically darting to and fro.

  "Hijo de puta! stay close and let's be quick. There's something here and it ain't happy with us. So, the faster we get this done the faster we get outta it's hair. Rapidos, idiotas!"

  They sped up the pace as they went through the halls towards the actual garage. All the while they were jumping at the sounds coming from any of the vents overhead.

  They started to hear a more consistent noise coming from the vents approaching them, so they started running to the actual garage. When they finally arrived, they saw something that baffled their senses.

  The air became warm and humid, not unlike a bathroom after a shower, and there was a grey material that was pstered to the walls and ceiling. A heavy musk permeated the air that clung to their nostrils.

  The once ramshackle cars they were used to were no longer there and in their pce were the skeletonized bodies of vehicles that looked fresh off the factory floor. But most important of all was the 7ft Shiny bck carapace of what was obviously- and rather naked- a case 53 woman and a second simirly looking one climbing on the ceiling with a struggling and bleeding Randal wrapped in its tail.

  The one that stood in front of them had a snarling face and her arms crossed under her sizable bust, her long spiny tail swishing back and forth like an angry cat.

  And she was growling. Jesus gulped.

  "H-Hey there, pretty dy. We didn't mean to intrude on your personal time. My colleagues and I were just sent to-to see if Squealer needed any extra hands. Ain't that right guys?"

  He looked behind him and saw both Trish and Rachelle nodding vigorously... as well as two more of the type that had caught Randal...Jesus gulped again, he just couldn't quite swallow.

  He turned to look back at the Nude case 53 woman-or tinker made minion, he wasn't too sure- and found a short girl with inhuman ears had joined the taller one- this must be a case 53 haven or something-who was also nude but just as well stacked.

  "Since Squealer is obviously not here... we'll just leave. You can keep Randal over there; he hasn't done much good with us, and I am sure you guys would know of better use for him than-"

  Before he could continue to talk his way out of the situation they were in, the small case 53 spoke up without changing her bnk face.

  "False: Your group has entered only after watching "Squealer" leave. Conclusion: your group was pnning to do something to her property without her knowing. Solution: your group will not be leaving; your group will be used."

  "Wha-what?"

  Before Jesus could continue any further, he was clocked on the back of the head while the two women were quickly restrained.

  "I will get the one from outside. The males will be used for violent gestation while the females will be given to Mistress."

  The first Squealer-morph nodded her head as the eyes of Trish and Rachelle widened. Their muffled cries of protest were ignored as they were bound and brought to a stockade.

  If one were paying attention to the street around the garage, they would notice Jose being pulled inside of the building with a yelp before no more noise could be heard.

  -X-

  Yuri's old apartment complex

  Ouyan Lee watched Yuri, her lover? and a blonde bimbo who is most undoubtedly a clean Squealer. Which was a shocker in of itself.

  Honestly this whole day was full of shockers.

  First, she sees the supposedly kidnapped Yuri come back to her apartment after 2 days looking like she got a breast and ass pstic surgery job by professionals escorting an equally stacked white woman to her room.

  Then she sees her not ten minutes ter leaving and when confronted, Yuri stated she was moving in with Xena. She said it so casually as if leaving her ABB funded apartment without approval was somehow allowed! What honor less behavior! To add insult to injury, that Xena woman had the gall to insinuate that her chest was inferior!

  Ouyan groped her slightly sagging breasts in response to that memory, unsure if she should take Xena's words seriously.

  She was half tempted to rush up to her vault and get her gear to show that American Bimbo what for, but then she saw Velocity and Armsmaster pull up in front of her apartment building to confront the trio.

  That's when she got her third shock of the day: the sluttily dressed American girl was actually some unknown cape. With how she easily disappeared that pink abomination of a car, with no warning nor gesture, meant that she could also likely disappear her bombs. Which would make a confrontation to show the American some respect rather... difficult.

  The final shocker of the day came when Xena entered the PRT van and just about broke the suspension of the vehicle. How she didn't manage to break the wooden stairs on her way up to Yuri's room meant either Xena had some sort of Brute power in addition to her shaker ability or her shaker ability had extra effects.

  Either way, it meant that Ouyan could not simply show the woman what happens to disrespectful children, nor could she teach Yuri that one cannot simply leave the ABB. Both problems caused her eye to twitch, she pulled out her flip phone and dialed a number.

  "AH, Auntie. What do you want... I am in the middle of something at the moment so make it quick."

  Ouyan smiled at that, He was probably teaching one of his new employees how to properly serve him, good on him.

  "Ah Little Kenta, I was wondering if you needed me to deliver any Yakisoba for you?"

  She heard him grumble and whack something that gave a muffled yelp. Ouyan always loved teasing Little Kenta. She even took to calling him by his nickname that his mother calls him. Who would have thought that his mother and her would have become fast friends when they met for Mahjong all those years ago.

  "Hold. On. Auntie. Need to put away my toys before I can give you the addresses."

  Ouyan loved the spy stuff that they did. You could never be too careful when talking over the phone. Who knows if there might be a naughty agent or cape listening in.

  "Take your time, Little Kenta. I just need something to get me out of the house for a bit, a New Neighbor has made a mess of my wn, and I couldn't catch them."

  Ouyan could hear him pause at that, the ck of shuffling making it evident."

  "That is unfortunate Auntie. NO body should be disrespecting you like that. Should I send some friends over to make sure that never happens again?"

  "No, no, someone else called the police on them. But you know what they say about BBPD, they're a revolving door."

  They chatted some more and hashed out her next targets before Kenta asked her a more casual question. He even sounded embarrassed.

  "Auntie, Oka-Okasan wanted me to ask you where you will be holding Mahjong night this week?"

  Ouyan gave a light chuckle at how embarrassed he sounded.

  "Little Kenta, no need to sound so embarrassed~ You can tell her that it will be at XiaoLong Grill like st month. Now stay safe Little Kenta."

  "Haaah.. You too Auntie Lee."

  Ouyan Hung up the phone and opened her special closet. Her happy smile turned sinister as her eyes met the Grinning Oni's.

  "Hehehe, I am so touching myself tonight."