Mighty Milfin' Mama Rangers 5: The Secret Life of Queen Mystera

The long-awaited story of the villainess of the arc. At least her current one. I always wanted her to be a sort of bumbling evil, hating her civilian life while putting on a level of arrogance all the time. I literally threw her together when I started writing the ranger story, so pleased with how she came out. I basically went with your basic sentai villainess with a heavy dash of the Battletoads Dark Queen (the classic one). Also probably a lot of Naga the Serpent to her personality...

Early in the afternoon, Misty Queens checked her watch. It did much more than tell the time, even if not everyone could read it. The alien letters gave their readout and she sighed.

“Low on genetic material already,” she muttered. “I swear these summons aren’t worth the magic I put into them.” She was a very curvy woman with long green hair down to her hips, dressed in a simple blouse and skirt. She pushed her sleeve back down and slipped into an alley as subtly as she could. Tucked into the shadows, she started to poke at her watch. Misty didn’t seem to notice as a shady figure approached her from behind.

“Hey, babe. Whatcha got th-”

“Get lost,” Misty said quickly as she gestured towards him. He suddenly glowed black as he lifted off the ground. She flicked her fingers and he went screaming into the air and onto a nearby rooftop.

“Humans,” she muttered. “This place will be much more enjoyable when they’re all stuffed into a tidy harvesting center.”

With a few beeps and hums, her projector device turned off her disguise. Her clothes returned to her usual, more sensible attire; a pitch-black corset, thigh-high boots, dark makeup and forearm-covering gloves. She was finally clear to be Queen Mystera again.

“Alright! Where was I…? Oh, curses,” she hissed. “I could have used that human land-pirate as an easy source of power.”

Ever since she had been stranded on Earth and cut off from the rest of her invasion forces, Mystera had been feeling miserable. She had nearly no minions, basic magic, and any summoned creatures she wanted to conjure she had to harvest herself. The genetic material from any species made decent fuel for these more powerful spells, but humans were an especially good source for the building blocks of her creations. She had the strength but not the numbers to slaughter humans left and right, otherwise she knew she’d be captured by the mysterious earth police force of the H.O.T. Rangers. Even then, it wasn’t the most productive way to get genetic material from them… nor the most honorable. It was a waste of her status and strength to just rip a common, mortal human in half and drip the magic out of him.

“Hey, ma’am? What are you doing?”

Queen Mystera looked up casually at the short humanoid standing in front of the alley. He was dressed in a colorful shirt and shorts, as were many of the under-developed subspecies of humans she saw around the city.

“Me? I’m only harvesting the mystical energies of the base of all animated life!” she scoffed. “As is the way of QUEEN MYSTERA!”

The boy stared at her vacantly. “Animated like… anime?”

“Sure. Why not?” Mystera sighed. The little humans always scared off easier, likely to go to their larger and more advanced warrior guard types. She wasn’t sure why humans would bother cloning so many of this unusual subtype. They were like pets to them. So vulnerable and gullible…

Mystera paused. “You know what? I’m performing an experiment. Would you like to help me, short human?”

The boy frowned warily. “I dunno. Mom said I shouldn’t go in alleys…” He took a hesitant breath. “But I kind of got lost on my way to the store for her…”

“Then how about this?” Mystera smiled, leaning far over to get closer to his face. The boy’s eyes could only stay on her face for so long with her deep cleavage bouncing in front of him.

“You help me with my science experiment, and I help you get to this earth store of yours.”

“Okay… that sounds fair,” the human boy said, shuffling his feet. “How do I help?”

“Oh it’s very simple. Step right in here. All I need is a sample.”

Mystera stepped aside to let him into the alley. He had to squeeze a little to get past, blushing as he rubbed against her leathery outfit and fair skin. She smiled as pleasantly as she could at the tiny human, which was still a little evil but enough to make him smile awkwardly back. The slight pressure on her leg from his erection flicking past her promised he had what she needed.

"What a cooperative young man," Mystera praised as she gestured towards the alley's entrance. A minor barrier and a thickening of the darkness in front of it ensured they wouldn't be interrupted as she strode after him. 

“Now I just need you to drop your shorts and we can start our fun little experiment,” Mystera chimed. She felt confident in that fact. Humans had a complicated process of courting and mating compared to the witchians’ advanced magics, but she’d learned by now that the human males always seemed to enjoy the process with her.

“Are you a doctor?” the boy asked as his hand hesitated on his waistband.

Queen Mystera contained her outburst to the slightest of grunts. She had magic and science that would put human doctors to shame.

“Yes,” she managed as she un-grit her teeth. “I’m just doing a study on ordinary earth organs. So if you would…”

The small human finally tugged down his shorts, blushing as Mystera studied his small erection. It wasn’t as large as others she’d harvested from before, but her mystical senses knew how to look for the potency she needed.

“What an exceptionally fertile young male,” Mystera purred as she squatted in front of him, getting closer to his height. Her breasts rested on her knees as she ran a hand under his smooth package. The boy blushed at her dark and sexy attire and his prick twitched, hardening up a little more.

“Now I just need you to do your end of the bargain and fit it inside me. You’ll know when the experiment is complete.”

The boy swallowed hard as Mystera pulled aside the crotch of her costume. The human stared at her hairless pussy resting such a close distance to him.

“I uh… can’t reach you that low,” he said, nervously rubbing himself. Mystera promptly grabbed his hand between her fingers and eased it away.

“Careful now. Can’t waste any perfectly good specimen,” she tutted. “But if that’s all, I can certainly accommodate your awkward earth stature.”

Mystera turned away from him and rested her gloved hand against the wall, bending over to thrust her curvy ass at her test subject. She pulled more of her costume aside to expose her bare ass and snatch to him, patting her cheeks invitingly to let them jiggle. The staring young man’s hands went right to her booty, stroking it like a treasure before he leaned into her. He grunted softly as his cock drooled down her thigh.

“I… still can’t reach. Now it’s too high,” he admitted.

Mystera took a long, steadying breath to keep her patience. “You’re lucky your Gene Rating is over 300,” she grumbled to herself before turning to him with a smile.

“Oh? No problem,” she chimed. “How’s this then?”

She moved to all fours, briefly hating herself to leaning on her arms and knees in front of the seemingly malnourished and undergrown human. She stuck her ass up in the air and the boy nodded as he planted his hands on her hips.

“That’s perfect! Thanks, ma’am. Can… can I touch your big butt too?”

Mystera bit her black lip and scowled at the air ahead of her. “Of course you can. Anything to help you finish the experiment. Even… my big butt…”

The villainess bit back a grunt as the small human started to hump her from behind. He moaned as he used her pussy like she was a particularly malicious blowup doll, his thrusts clumsy and messy as he leaked over her thighs and slit. Of course, he followed through on squeezing and slapping her ass, loving how it jiggled against his stomach and short cock. It teased its way in and out of her as he reached for a higher source of leverage, pulling down on her top and grabbing her meaty breasts instead. Mystera squeaked briefly as his little fingers dug into her nipples and udders, stinging as he humped deeper and harder.

“Ohhh it’s so good,” he moaned softly behind her. “I love humping your big butt, miss doctor.”

“There’s a good boy,” Mystera forced with a quiver of annoyance to her voice. “Keep it up. Give your sweet doctor a nicer big sample size. Let it allll out inside me like a good boy…”

The young man grunted as he thrust hard inside her. She winced a bit as he squirted a thin stream of cum into her, just to moan and start to slide back.

“NO! SHIT, DON’T PULL OUT!” she suddenly cursed. The degraded villainess suddenly reached behind her and grabbed his bare ass to pull him back inside her. She cringed as she felt some of it running down her leg while he finished his lesser squirts.

“I’m sorry!” her random lover yelped. “I didn’t know!”

“I asked you to let it all inside me like a good boy! What’s to confuse!?” she snapped, but the boy was just leaning on her broad booty in his post-coital exhaustion. He was red-faced and panting, the same strangely feverish state she found most men who had deposited themselves inside her. She sighed and shook her head.

“Well that should be all I need from you today,” she decided. She started to push herself up, but his little arms squeezed around her waist. She sighed and went back to all fours until he could finally ease up on her and slide back out of her.

“Sorry. That felt really good,” he admitted. Queen Mystera just nodded as she stood up and adjusted her costume, focusing on her internal magics. It located all the cum left in her pussy, and to a lesser extent the stuff left on her skin, absorbing it into her body and processing it through her complex subsystems.

"Yes, that appears to be a normal side effect of extraction," Mystera noted curtly and coldly. "Oh! And just one more thing before we're done."

Mystera leaned over and planted her pouty lips on his cheek, drawing out a firm kiss to the blushing boy. He looked about ready to faint as she parted them with a parting "mwa!" and he broke into a grin. Mystera had let it linger to really make sure the tracking nanomachines in her lip gloss had stuck to him for future tracking, cultivation and study. Just in case his samples proved especially useful.

“Well I appreciate your contribution. I’m sure it will lead to some very… powerful experiments,” Mystera chuckled darkly to herself. She tugged confidently at her gloves to tighten them around her fingers, but the boy tapped her on the hip.

“You said you’d show me to the store?”

Curses. He’d remembered. And a witchian of her rank was always supposed to keep their word. She wouldn’t let her honor be ruined by such a weak human…

“Very well,” she huffed. She tapped at her gloves until her civilian clothes returned. The boy stared but didn’t have any comment on the transformation as he pulled his shorts back up.

“Right this way! I’ve led legions through the battlefields of Planet Shra, so I can surely get you to your marketplace.”

“Can you hold my hand?” the kid asked, holding out his own. Mystera grimaced bitterly, but she decided it would look less suspicious that way. She grabbed his hand and marched off down the road.

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Mystera trudged towards her apartment, checking her watch as she went. It had been about as degrading as most of her interactions with the humans, but at least she had something to work with. Her magics were already finished sorting through the high-level genetic material by the time she got to her door. She didn’t bother with the primitive earth lock, gesturing to dismiss the forcefield she’d put up in front of it and opening the door.

The apartment wasn’t especially spacious on its own; a real bed, bath and kitchen sort of setup. She didn’t need most of those things to begin with, so she had done some interdimensional remodeling. The inside was now the size of a small warehouse, with black furniture and walls with some artificial stars on the walls to simulate the bridge of her ship she was used to. It was mostly empty space beyond a few consoles, but she needed it for work. As did her roommate…

“Karabus! I’m home,” she called. There was a ground-shaking thumping noise and the screech of claws on the metallic surface of her floors. Bursting around one of the difficult to see corners came a moss-green wolf the size of a dump truck, its four red wide and rolling insanely as its man-sized jaws opened and drooled wherever it went. Fangs the size of Mysera’s arm gnashed, too big for its face so that tusk-like teeth framed its face. Three spike-covered tails thrashed behind it, clashing with themselves to give off a buzz-saw like grinding noise.

“There’s mommy’s baby!” she cooed as she threw out her arms. It slammed into her with the force of a bus, but she didn’t even budge as she cuddled its slobbering and gnashing face to hers.

“Yes! Yes, mommy’s home! Who’s a good monster!? Who’s mummy’s big killer boy?! Yes~! Yes, you are~!” she gushed as she playfully jostled its deadly head around.

Affection was not a common thing among the witchians. Couplings were arranged. Mating was done by magic and machines. A talent for magic was prized to be certain, so a bit of pride in one’s weapons and creations was allowed.

Karabus had been Queen Mystera’s first sentient creation, and she had never had the heart to send it into battle. He was a souvenir of her first great success before skyrocketing up the ranks of the army. Even before she had come to the disgraceful puddle of a planet, it was safe to say he was the only thing close to a friend she had ever had.

“Yes, yes. Okay. Mommy’s got dinner,” she assured him. She reached into the empty air, letting her hand vanish as it went through the portal into her apartment’s fridge. She fumbled around until she felt the right package and pulled out a pack of cold cuts. She smiled and shook it for him until he was stomping and decimating the floor beneath him with his machete-sized black claws.

“Alright, alright. Now stay.” The murderous wolf monster dropped its hips to the floor, its bladed tails clashing loudly.

“Speak.”

Its jaws opened wide to show its fangs. A mangled throat (she never quite got the hang of creating throats) and three-pointed tongue writhed as a distant voice inside whispered “Deaaaaath…”

“And destroy.” Its eyes glowed and sent a searing, four-pointed beam slicing across the room.

“Good boy! Come on. Let’s see what we can make out of our Friday night.”

So the mighty Queen Mystera leaned on one of her machines, watching in boredom as she hovered her hand over monster-maker. Her one hand converted the human material she’d collected over the week, gradually converting it into an armored monster leg over the next hour and a half like a freakish 3-D printer. Her other hand picked up piece after piece of cold turkey to toss to Karabus, letting him relish psychotically in tearing it to shreds before devouring it and waiting for more.

“I got earth-fired again today,” Mystera said in as bright a tone as she could to her pet monster. “I broke the wrist of a customer when they failed to respect the honorary human to waitress boundaries.”

She sighed miserably as the monster ate its meal, taking the time to torture it with its grinding bites. She could wipe the minds of humans given enough time and focus, but crowds were more difficult and she couldn’t wipe computers that reminded people she was fired or owed rent.

“If they operated like witchian culture, I’d be in front of a firing squad…” she groaned. “And I’d deserve it. I’ve failed to beat those H.O.T. Rangers every time and forced myself to retreat. It used to be I could conquer half a galaxy in the time it took me to conquer this Earth planet. Now I’m left cowering my way behind alleys and illusions to scavenge what little material I can to throw my best creations to their doom. Not counting you, of course. I’d never let them blow you up, my big handsome killer~.”

A beeping noise sounded overhead and she jumped to her feet.

“Dammit! I was almost at the crotch,” the queen hissed. “Compu-slave! Show front door!”

A monitor appeared in midair, showing her the in and outside of her apartment door. She was hoping it wasn’t the landlady, and found it definitely wasn’t. A large, tanned woman with messy blonde hair in a sleeveless shirt and some cargo pants was standing there, checking her phone quizzically. She was coated in muscle, especially around her large chest and arms, which made Mystera purse her lips.

“Must be a human enforcer of some kind. Their earth police failed them so they send an actual fighter to finish me off when those stupid sexy rangers couldn’t find me. Very well.” She sighed and dusted herself off, shifting back into her actual physical apartment.

“I shall face my enemy and my death with honor.” She stepped up to the door, changing back into civilian clothes on the way before she opened it.

“Yes, neighbor! Hello and welcome to my earth house,” Mystera greeted warmly. “I am Misty, registered human. How are you?”

The woman chuckled at her awkward response. “Oh. Hey. You don’t know me, but I got your address from your boss. I heard what happened today at the coffee shop…”

“Ah. And you seek revenge.” Mystera nodded firmly. “I accept, but you shall not find it easy.”

“What? No, noooo,” the big and jolly woman laughed. “I’m not here to sue you or anything! I felt sorry for what they did to ya back there. Not like the guy didn’t have it comin’. But I dunno about you deserving to get fired over that.”

“Oh, I see,” Mystera said, clearly relaxing. “Though I believe the proper term is ‘earth fired.”

“If you want,” the woman said with a shrug of her broad shoulders. She fished a worn-out business card from her pocket and handed it to her. “But if you’re out of work, I could use a gal like you. I run a small-time construction business, and if you can haul wood like you can throw that jackass over a table, you’ve gotta be worth the money.”

Mystera studied the card quizzically for a moment. “This is a job for working class? Like you?”

“If you wanna call it that,” she shrugged again. “Just cuz I get my hands dirty doesn’t make the money any less spendable, you know?”

“I’ll take it!” Mystera quickly agreed. Her strength was several times over any normal human. This would be even easier than waiting tables or running deliveries for her.

“Great! We got a job starting Monday if you can make it. Just text me and I’ll fill you in. And we got a tradition where I take the team out for drinks after the first day, so if you’re in for that, we’d love to have ya.”

Mystera nodded thoughtfully before looking back up at her. “And why is that?”

“Huh?”

“Why would you like to be with me?”

The blonde woman raised an eyebrow. “Because? Just being pleasant. It’s a fun night out with the crew.”

“And what debt or curse did I invoke to get this generosity from you?” Mystera asked with all seriousness in her eyes.

“Nothing. But we gotta look out for each other sometimes, yea? Like to treat a hard worker like a pal.”

Mystera struggled to remember a single name of one of her soldiers. Still she simply bowed.

“I thank you for your foolish act. I shall not make you regret it!”

“Great! See ya on Monday,” the forewoman laughed. She left with a wave and Mystera closed the door, returning to her dark dimension of an apartment. She waved the card at Karabus, who had decimated the last of his lunchmeat.

“Kara? …I think I just started to have an Earth-friend,” Mystera mused like she didn’t know what to think of it. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Her pet monster sniffed the card curiously.

"I know. What do I do with one?" she asked with a slightly disgusted sneer.