Bitch Queen wars

Story by AbaddonFanboy

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Bitch-Queen wars: Mall

Cupcake trembled slightly as she levered open the rusty gate to where her ship lay docked, not from any physical exertion, but the mix of fear and lust she felt from knowing Queen Fifi was hunting her down. Indeed, her strength was superhuman now, and the heavy gate to the airlock where she first entered Mall barely taxed her. The former astronaut had been on the Mall worldlet for close to a decade now. She had been sent to investigate what had happened to the man made satellite and hopefully reconnect with any survivors after centuries incommunicado. Instead she had discovered the population transformed by mad science and cosmic energies into hermaphrodites, beautiful, capable of shape shifting, enormously lustful and, as far as she could tell, immortal. And dominated by three, incredibly powerful and quite mad with lust and power-hunger, Queens. Fifi, the poodle, Shestallion, currently imprisoned in archaic machinery that was fuelling the worldlet and Sasha the human.

She licked her lips as her throbbing manhood swung from side to side in the sterile air as she ran to her ship, her high heels clacking loudly. Years of practice had made her an expert in running on high heels. It was Sasha who had transformed her into a herm, transferring the bizarre ‘Winger Energy’ into her through sex. When captured by Sasha’s troops soon after her arrival, led by a gigantic and stunningly beautiful Canid woman, she had played dumb to avoid ill treatment and hopefully to escape and get word to Earth of the extreme danger Mall presented. After she had been transformed, she had fallen in love, been captured escaped and become more and more tied to the world, forgetting her original purpose as she was embroiled in the incredible pleasures, cruelties and intrigues of the Bitch-Queens and their nobility.

Now she stood in front of the ship, a 5”4 inch woman who hadn’t aged a second in over a decade. She would look like a thin waif with her girlish pig tails, brown hair and tiny waist were it not for the changes wrought to her body by Winger Energy. Her breasts were each the size of basketballs inside the full body nanosuit she wore, pressing against the rubber like fabric which would adjust its shape, size and body temperature automatically. Her permanently erect nipples, each the size of a human big toe, pressed against the firm fabric and were easily visible. Every breath she took looked like it was going to burst the strained fabric and send a cascade of hot, naked titflesh spilling forth. Yet they were still firm and upright.

Her body tapered down to a slim, six packed, waist beneath her magnificent chest. She did not need to eat or drink to survive and only did so for pleasure, and had almost total control over her body. Yet whenever she purposefully made herself plump, or even morbidly obese, to cater to the preferred fetish of her lovers who liked those body types, her body would always return to this thin shape when she stopped concentrating. Perhaps because it was how she sub-consciously thought of herself. Beneath her waist, her body flared into a wide hipped shape, with long shapely legs and firm thighs. A perfect hour glass figure. Her ass would have been firm and prominent on a woman 2 feet taller than her. Now it flared out provocatively, jiggling within its tight confines every time she moved, and had driven both lovers and rivals, though on Mall there was often little distinction between the two, completely wild.

The nano fibres, reacting to her fear/arousal, had split open to expose her ass crack, taint and crotch, exposing her puffy anus, wet, fat pussy lips and engorged manhood to the world. She no longer passed waste, and her asshole had adapted to basically become another fuck-hole, giving herms an intense pleasure-pain reaction to being fucked there, so much so that many actually preferred anal sex to vaginal. Her vagina was no less sensitive or needy, the puffy gash with its thumb sized clit peeking out had, like her ass and mouth, been stretched out quite pleasurably by a wide variety of cocks throughout the years, some often larger than she was, yet still remained tight and sensitive.

Beneath this, her testes rested in a hairless sack like two bowling balls in smooth leather, hanging low and hot to the touch. They acted like batteries for her power, and she had once used an Energy scanner, normally used to measure the atomic power of the worldlet’s skyscraper sized plasma engines, to measure the energy within them. She had been quite impressed and not a little alarmed to find that she had the equivalent energy of 6 Earth suns hanging snugly between her thighs, three in each orb. The first few years had her worried with the knowledge that, should whatever biological superscience kept that power in check fail, the resulting explosion would wipe out systems for light years around. And she was but a Noble, exceptionally gifted yes, but now

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