Mighty Milfin' Mama Rangers 4: Origin Stories

 This one’s sort of a prequel to the stories telling the origin of the sentai ladies and their villainess. It was actually suggested by the artist doing their commission art for this month when he asked to read over the story. I think a lot of my stories involve dropping you into the middle to get to the action faster and gradually explaining why things are what they are.

I knew the basics of the series, or at least what its tone was going to be. Sort of the old Rubber Maiden story I did, where her being a superhero was her background and not the focus. The ladies juggling their home lives and keeping their secrets with sexy results was the real key. It did feel good to cement a few things over and set some solid facts about the world and characters.

Likely going to give Queen Mystera her own episode next. She’s settled into human life by the current point of the series, but she’s still a pathetic remnant of what she was back with her people. She’s super one-dimensional, but she’s got little details that make her like what she is (naïve, stupid, arrogant and angry). This looks at a little of that to be more defined later.

Queen Mystera stood triumphant over the conquered planet. The alien weaklings of Planet Poyu had been quickly overpowered by her army of witchian soldiers and animated minions. The term queen was given to those who had taken over an entire planet in the name of the witchian empire, and she had done so several times over. Few species could stand in the way of their race’s power over Dominant Energy.

She took little time to revel in her conquest. There were many planets in the universe that needed to be placed under the bootheel of the witchians.

“Ready the teleporter! I shall land the first of many killing blows on this Planet Blue.”

“Yes, my queen!” a helmeted witchianreplied. They were a species almost identical to humans apart from their enhanced strength. Dressed in the traditional battle garb of her race and position, Queen Mystera was clad in a skintight corset that boosted up her impressive bust. Her toxic-green hair reached low on her hips, and a wide and pointed eyemask shielded lesser beings from her piercing gaze. Her high-heeled thigh-high boots clacked along the walkway as she strode towards the hi-tech-looking dome.

One of the squat blue creatures they had vanquished hurried out of the chamber. He looked shocked for a moment before Mystera’s guard zapped him with his ray gun.

“One of their scientists must have escaped his cell,” the guard observed. “I’ll ensure the teleporter was not tampered with…”

“Do you think me a child?” the wicked queen scoffed. “It’s a teleporter. I was operating these when I was still a hatchling. I’ll perform the checks myself. Go and see that the guards that let this one escape are punished. They have their choice of severe beatings or being fed to the summons.”

“Yes, my gracious queen!” The goon saluted and hurried off while she went over the control panels. It had been used once, but the scientist had clearly not escaped. He hadn’t even changed the coordinates. He had likely sent some kind of warning to the next planet, not that a few extra moments would serve them any good. No species in over a dozen galaxies had a hope of stopping the witchians.

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Haruko, Ochako, and Tomoko stepped out of the combination bar and ramen shop. The trio of mothers had been casual friends at first, with each of them having at least one kid the same age. They had mostly just chatted over PTA meetings or school events before Haruko had offered for them to have a lady’s night out. They left the kids with Tomoko’s husband for a few hours and had their fun drinking, eating and gossiping together.

“I don’t think we’re the youngsters we used to be,” Tomoko mumbled. Even the trim and businesslike brunette was a little unsteady from her sake as she adjusted her glasses. She was dressed in a professional blouse, skirt and leggings even for her casual night out.

“Oh come on. It was fun,” Haruko chuckled. The soft and busty milf huffed as she kept Ochako’s arm over her shoulders to keep her one her feet. Her brown curls bobbed on her shoulders just above her pink dress, smiling patiently at the comical sight they must make right now. Ochako giggled beside her.

“It was VERY fun! We need to meet up like this more often,” she chimed. The chubby and bottom-heavy mother’s blonde hair bobbed around her rosy cheeks, smiling warmly to herself. She wore a loose, dully red shirt and a long skirt of her own. “Should we get a cab?”

“With traffic like this? No way,” Tomoko decided. She pulled out her phone and hit a few buttons, furrowing her brow uncertainly for a moment.

“There! That’s our most efficient route to reach all of our houses.”

“I don’t recognize a few of those streets,” Haruko pointed out as she peeked at Tomoko’s phone. The brunette pursed her lips, unused to people correcting her with her authority around the office.

“Then I just discovered a shortcut. You’re welcome.”

She strode off with a confidence that had the other two hurrying to follow her lead.

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They were walking for several minutes before Tomoko frowned at her phone. She adjusted her glasses and blinked away some of her buzz as best she could. They had started to travel past the lights of the streets of Japan, the hum of cicadas out in the trees.

“This SHOULD be the right way…”

“Tomo-san,” Haruko warned gently. “Maybe we should turn back. We’re starting to leave the city.”

“Maybe you’re right… why can’t I…? Rrrgh! SIRI-SAN! Fix this!” Tomoko barked at her phone.

“Does your phone know a place where I can sit down? I’m feeling a little… urp…” Ochako gurgled.

“Oh no! Over here! Over here!” Haruko hurried to lead her over to the bushes beside the road. The bottom-heavy milf ended up just burping loudly, getting Haruko to blush.

“Ah… much better,” she sighed contently. “Oh? What’s this?”

Ochako sat back up from the bushes, holding up a spherical object. It seemed to be made of a lightweight metal or a very firm plastic, or something in between. It reminded her of one of the sturdier cases her kids’ toys would come in.

“What? Where did you get that?”

“In the bushes,” she reported, pointing back unsteadily. “It was there. In a little hole.”

“Maybe you and beer don’t get along,” Haruko warned gently as always. She leaned over the bushes to investigate, but raised her eyebrows in surprise. There was some burnt earth and a inch or two deep crater in the middle of the shrubs.

“I… actually, you’re right. What is that from?”

Tomoko gave a troubled frown before pulling out her phone again. “That’s it. I’m calling the police.”

“Oh my! What for?!” Haruko gasped.

“It could be a bomb. Or a prank. It’s the right thing to do with a suspicious package; report it to the authorities.”

“You might be exaggerating a bit,” Haruko started.

“I’m opening it,” Ochako announced as she clicked open the small latch.

“Wait! What!? No!” Tomoko blurted, reacting too slowly as a flash of light came from the capsule. The light made it seem empty for a moment as three small crystals flew out of it, landing perfectly in their hands. They were barely two inches long and glowed in their own distinct colors. They felt warm, and they wouldn’t have thought to consider it but they each pulsed with a dull, thrumming vibration that was slowly adjusting to match their heartbeat.

“Oh,” Haruko noted carefully. “I think your little treasure chest just gave us… um…”

“New vibrators?” Ochako asked warily.

Suddenly the crystals jabbered something in another language at them. Tomoko frowned sternly at hers.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Shifting to Japanese! Synchronizing,” the crystals chimed in a quivering, vaguely female voice. There was another radiant flash that filled the area before suddenly, they were standing in their skintight, slightly customized spandex and visored helmets that covered everything from their noses up.

“Oh! This is… er… clingy,” Haruko muttered. She tugged at the fabric that hugged her ass a bit tighter than she’d like. She felt a breeze across her chest, looking down at her pink spandex to see a heart carved into the chest. It exposed much of her breasts and cleavage, emphasizing them more than she was used to. And she certainly wasn’t wearing her bra anymore, judging by the bared skin.

“It could have been a bit more tasteful too…”

“Oh no… is this really happening?” Ochako asked warily. Her lightheadedness faded, not just from adrenaline but the red super suit filtering out the toxins in her system. “I’m… no, this is real! How did this happen? Where did my regular clothes go!? I’m so embarrassed!”

“Then you might not want to look behind you,” Haruko pointed out. Ochako turned and squeaked in shock as she saw a matching heart shape in her uniform, exposing a lot of her upper ass to the world.

“Oh no! Turn it off! Turn it off!” she yelped, hopping in place and just making it jiggle more.

“I’ll give it one thing…” Tomoko mused. She put her hands on her hips as she stretched out one of her bared legs. Her outfit was cut extra high at the thighs in a vaguely heart-like curve, showing off the rather toned legs for a woman her age before reaching the heeled boots they all wore.

“This gadget has taste. It certainly knew what to focus on to show off for each of us.”

“That’s not the point!” Haruko objected. “Why did this happen? Was this supposed to be for someone else?"

"But who? There were three of them, three of us..." Tomoko pondered as she looked over her outfit.

"And soon there will be NONE!"

A swirling black portal appeared slightly up the road. Queen Mystera stepped through with a confident smirk on her face. She held a crackling ray gun in one hand as she eyed the three of them up confidently.

"I see Planet Blue has exceeded our predictions in technological advancement. Good. Perhaps you'll put up a decent fight after all."

"Should she really be dressing like that? It's downright scandalous," Ochako whispered to her teammate.

"We're not in much of a position to talk," Haruko reminded her, getting her to blush beneath the exposed part of her helmet.

"What do you mean by put up a fight?" Tomoko demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"To conquer your planet, of course! Yours is ripe with raw genetic material, ready for the harvest by those that know how to properly shape it."

"O..." Tomoko paused before using Ochako's real name. "Er, you may be right. She might just be a pervert."

"We should really just walk away, huh?" Haruko advised. "Maybe give her some advise on modesty and..."

"Excuse me, ladies." 

The three mothers tensed up as a young man’s voice interrupted them. Haruko hesitated to turn around, but something popped up in her visor. A tiny display screen showed the view behind her, and a twenty-something bicycle cop approaching them with a smile.

“Did you need any assistance? You seem a little lost for your attire.”

“Oh, thank you, officer,” Tomoko answered as she turned to face him. The young officer had to fight back his urge to blush and stare at the skintight outfit on the fit mother.

“I was about to call. There was this strange device on the ground when this woman showed up, saying she’s going to conquer…”

Queen Mystera scowled at the cop and held out her blaster. The ray gun shot a lightning-like blast that struck the officer’s bike, rapidly melting it into a gray, smoking puddle. The girls stared in shock at her casually brandished weapon.

“Tiny human, you are well beneath the strength and standing of a queen,” Queen Mystera dismissed. “If you’re not going to depart within two of your Earth seconds, I’m going to make an example of you for the rest of your uppity and strangely attractive species.”

The cop was frozen in his tracks, stunned by the strange display. He started to reach for his radio but Mystera rolled her eyes and pulled the trigger. The lightning beam crackled through the air at him at… well, lightning speed.

“Such a simple and cowardly race. So much for finding any challenging fighters here,” she scoffed. She hesitated before looking back at the officer, realizing she hadn’t heard any sound of him liquidating or incinerating. In fact, there had been a ricocheting PING sound.

In the heat of the moment, Haruko had a burst of emotions and instincts. The young man reminded her of her own son grown up, and he was clearly new to his job. He didn’t know what he was getting into any more than they did. Her gut reaction was to protect him, no matter how impossible it seemed at the speed of the laser beam.

However, a few numbers flashed past her visor and she found herself dashing in the way of the blast. It moved strangely slowly to her, like an underhanded softball rather than a light-speed laser blast, so she arrived with time to spare. She had considered pushing him out of the way, at first, but that felt a bit rough for her tastes. She tried to pull him into her instead, but she seemed to yank a bit too hard as she somehow lifted him completely over her head. She gave a small gasp in surprise as her newly enhanced strength, barely even noticing as Mystera’s blast hit her full in the chest. The air just in front of her breasts glowed with a pinkish light like a forcefield before the beam bounced away and flew harmlessly off into the air.

“What in the moons…?” Mystera muttered, furrowing her brow behind her mask.

“What on earth…?” Haruko said at the same time. It wasn’t until the cop squirmed in her grasp that either of them broke the moment of shocked silence. She lifted the officer back down from over her head, holding him bridal style against her large, warm, and apparently laser-proof bosom.

“Sorry to be so aggressive. I just reacted and…”

“And you saved my life?” the officer asked, still piecing together what had happened in the fraction of the seconds. Haruko blushed, never imagining anyone would say that about the curvy single mother.

“I… suppose you could say that…”

“This is weird,” Ochako’s voice suddenly said, seemingly coming from inside her head. It took her a second to realize it was much simpler and coming from her helmet. “I wish I could ask her what’s going on…”

Haruko turned to Ochako with a puzzled look behind her visor, but the pear-shaped milf looked surprised as she pieced it together herself.

“So… the media transmissions were true,” Queen Mystera mused with a glare. “Your planet is home to many heroes that protect it.”

“You mean television?” Ochako asked. A quick hushing noise came into her ear as Tomoko cut her off.

“Girls, I think we’d best play along. If she thinks there’s more of us and that we can stop her, she might just back off. Kind of like yelling ‘I have mace,’ except…”

“Except with lasers?” Haruko added over their intercoms.

“To be a bit literal… the suits seem to be reacting to do whatever we want them to. We should be able to use that.”

Ochako piped in more optimistically. “Well you all have kids. If she learned this from tv, just try to be like their shows and she should buy that.”

She suddenly struck a pose, thrusting her arms into the air in her best approximation of a “dab.”

“You guessed right! We’re the new protectors of this planet! You picked the wrong place to invade, so you better turn tail and run! So says… the um…”

“Ranger,” Tomoko piped in on her helmet. “They’re all Team or Ranger something.”

“Ranger…”

“And don’t use your real name! They always has secret identities. Plus I’d just die if my son knew I wore something embarrassing like this…”

“Ranger… O!” she filled in.

Queen Mystera frowned as Haruko set down the officer as a sudden afterthought.

“So you really did prepare for my arrival. That scientist must have done more damage than I’d thought.”

There was a brief silence before Mystera looked expectantly at Tomoko. She did her best not to jump in surprise.

“And what about you? With the legs?” Mystera asked with a surprising hint of excitement.

“I am… the long leg of the law…” she said with all the forced confidence she could from managing at her office. “The aerobic… that is, acrobatic Ranger T!” She shifted her weight to balance on one leg and thrust out her arms in a pose she remembered from her yoga classes.

Mystera was actually cracking a smile as she looked to Haruko.

“And… naturally, you don’t see Rangers T and R without…”

What was that phrase again she saw on TV? The show with the busty news ladies she caught her son watching a bit too intently… that’s right!

“T and A! With my… bulletproof bust of justice, I am Ranger H!” She planted her stern hands on her hips as she thrust out her chest, getting it to jiggle rapidly.

“Of course,” Mystera tutted. “I should have known you’d have some secret weapon.”

“That’s right! So we are… well, obviously,” Tomoko stalled as she ran a private brainstorming session in their helmets under her breath.

“The H.O.T. Rangers!” She didn’t have the time to consider what that would spell in English as she blurted it out.

“I see. Then I may as well wipe out your greatest defense first.”

A black sludge appeared over Mystera’s hand, looking like a glove made of thick but runny tar. It ran up and coated her arm before she gestured loosely forward. It plopped off her arm, forming a lump that rapidly grew upward and outward. It writhed and rapidly took on a worm-like shape until it was a dripping, serpentine creature the length of a bullet train with bright silver fangs in its mouth.

“Ohoho! Your poses and shields will be no match against the summoner power of the witchians! Destroy them, Dark Serpent!”

The sludge monster hissed and lunged at them, but the ladies all easily dove out of its way. They had meant to dodge, of course, but they hadn’t expected to go leaping a city block away from it with their short hop.

“Oh geez! Oh dang!” Ochako rambled as she soared through the air. She landed in a nearby tree, hanging from a branch that caught itself on the inside of her open booty window. It took some kicking and squirming before it snapped and she landed gracefully on her feet for someone picking a twig out of her ass crack.

The other girls had barely fared any better. Tomoko flailed around in midair until her body suddenly jumped again, adjusting her flight path to impossibly land next to the road. Haruko tried to catch herself on all fours as she landed, which smashed her breasts down on top of the guard rail leading towards the ledge. Her bust crushed the steel down as if they were a pair of wrecking balls.

“Ok, so assume these things are going to make us move and hit about ten times faster than we should!” Tomoko warned over their helmets.

“I mean, I knew I’d put on a little weight…” Haruko muttered meekly. She suddenly gasped and pointed.

“Ochako! Watch out!”

Dark Serpent’s tail suddenly lashed out and wrapped around the red-clad ranger. She gave a startled cry as it squeezed around her, squashing her breasts and molding her soft belly more than she’d like. It didn’t quite hurt through the strangely lightweight and revealing armor, but it was enough to startle her.

“Just hold tight, Ranger O! We’re coming!” Tomoko warned quickly. They broke into a sprint as she whined and wriggled in its grasp.

“That’s right. Crush the fertile curves out of these rebels,” Mystera gloated confidently. “No matter how hi-tech, it’s just caveman brute strength against dark magic.”

“Gross gross gross,” Ochako whimpered. She hadn’t felt this tied up since her honeymoon. And its slime felt extra clingy around her exposed ass cheeks. “I wish I had something that could cover up the hole already…”

There was a red glow from her suit before a sudden blast of energy exploded from her hips like a shockwave. The monster’s sludgy body went flying in all directions as Ochako floated in midair for a few seconds before drifting back down.

“What?! What kind of science magic is that!?” Mystera blurted.

“My… um… Booty Blast?” Ochako offered. Her suit glowed again and another burst of energy rippled out from her body, hitting the serpent hard enough to go flying backward and crash into some trees. It hissed and awkwardly righted itself again.

“That must be why the suits are showing off our different curves,” Tomoko pointed out. “It’s like the focus of their power.”

She tried to focus on her legs for a moment before launching herself into a grasshopper-like leap that rocketed her towards the snake.

“And it likes attack names too!” Ochako added. “The last one hit harder when I named it!”

“I guess vocal response commands?” Haruko thought out loud.

“Who cares? Leggy Left!”

Tomoko whirled in midair, her leg hitting the snake in the head like a sledgehammer as it left a streak of green light behind her limb. The monster went flying away again, leaving slime and debris in its wake. It might have actually looked cool if Tomoko wasn’t so surprised at the results that she fell on her ass on the ground.

The serpent righted itself as best a thing with no limbs could do, but Haruko sprinted behind it. She leapt onto its middle back and cupped her breasts.

“Alright… nobody ask how I know how to do this, but…” she instructed into her headset. “Marshmallow Hell Grinder!”

Haruko wrapped her breasts around the middle of the serpent, rubbing her glowing breasts around it on either side. She was effectively titfucking the monster’s whole body, but its pained, warbling cries suggested she was doing the trick. Its noises quivered as it was whipped around by her supercharged jugs, thrashing while unable to escape her vice-like cleavage. At least the helmet prevented everyone from seeing just how hard she was blushing.

“Haruko, you snake charmer,” Ochako commented. “That really did the trick!”

The busty ranger finally lost her grip on her own jiggling tits, letting Dark Serpent collapse to the ground in front of her. It gurgled and writhed as Queen Mystera stomped a heeled boot impatiently.

“That won’t keep him down! I created that summon with the power to regenerate from any pathetic but impressive-looking attack you throw at it. You can’t keep this up.”

“Then we should finish it off,” Tomoko said. It sounded like an order, but it was just as much her asking her suit what to do. A bright orange aura kicked up around her, which she took as her cue to do just that.

With a small shrug, the working woman rushed in and tried to remember that move the kids were always excited for when they watched pro wrestling. She leapt onto the stunned giant snake and wrapped her legs around its middle, clamping her legs shut to scissor around it. The monster gurgled and writhed its slippery body, and Tomoko bit her lip as it rubbed back against her crotch as a result. It was a long time since she’d had to handle anything even close to this big down there. All the slimy grinding against her bare and super-powered thighs…

“You should probably use an attack name,” Haruko reminded her in her earpiece.

“Oh right! Er… Sexy Guillotine!!”

She squeezed her legs even harder as a crackling of lightning-like energy ran through her legs. Its body crackled but its trashing kept grinding against her, getting her to give off a moan that could be mistaken for effort.

“I got your back!” Ochako called. “Because baby got back! Cheeky Buster!”

The others thought that Ochako was a little too into this as she leapt into the air, flying like a missile to sat on the back of the monster’s head. Its chin slammed against the ground as her thick cheeks flattened over its eyes.

“Me too! Nobody makes a boob out of the H.O.T. Rangers! Shiny Busty Boobzooka!”

Haruko leapt into the air as she spun on her heel. The suit prevented any sort of dizziness as she whirled like a tornado, her boobs sticking out from the blur of motion as they built up moment. They smacked down on the lower half of Dark Serpent, smashing it with full momentum of her super-charged titties. With an explosively loud popping sound, the monster erupted into black slime as it was blown to pieces. The girls flinched from the sticky spray coating their bodies and costumes, picking it out of their boob and butt windows as Queen Mystera gawked at the sight.

“That… that was my most powerful summon…” she stammered. “How can this be!? You humans are this powerful!?”

She growled and clenched a fist. “Well don’t think you’ve won yet! I won’t let this dishonor stop me!”

She took out her blaster, just to pull a few parts and transform it into something like a portable radio.

“Taskmaster Feara! Send reinforcements to Planet Blue right this instant!”

The ladies didn’t have long to celebrate their victory when they saw several more dark portals open behind her. They prepared for the worst when a beeping alarm went off in their helmets.

“Unauthorized recurring intergalactic travel violation,” a vaguely female voice chimed, announcing outside their suits as well as within. “Establishing solidarity barrier around local systems.”

“Wait! What!?” Mystera blurted as her confidence vanished in an instant. A bright blue wave of energy coursed through the air, floating over the whole city for a moment like an enormous pulse of power. The portals vanished the instant they were touched by it, keeping anyone from going through.

“No no no noooo,” Mystera groaned, tapping rapidly at her device. “My plans! My army! What have you done?!”

“Weeee…” Haruko started to stall. “Prevented your portals from working! Apparently. That should stop your invasion dead in its tracks!”

Queen Mystera checked her device, messing with some other buttons. “I see. So you locked warp travel dampener transmissions on the highest points in your city.”

“We definitely did that,” Ochako agreed with a nod.

“Well you can’t stop my summoning magic or me! I’ll have my revenge, H.O.T. Rangers! I’ll destroy and humiliate you brave and gorgeous heroines soon, and you’ll hear from me each and every week!”

The milfs paused to break down that sentence.

“Did she just compliment us? Like, twice?” Ochako pried.

“And why every week?”

“These things take time to build up,” Mystera grumbled. “You don’t build a summon out of nothing, you know.”

“Naturally. But EVERY week?” Tomoko pressed.

“I assume there will be some trial and error involved on my part,” Mystera admitted. “You don’t conquer a planet without breaking a few soldiers thrown mercilessly into the meat grinder, as they say.”

“I think we might have been right from the start,” Tomoko reminded her teammates. “She might just be a pervert.”

“You haven’t heard the last of Queen Mystera!” Queen Mystera cackled. She summoned a portal and gave a dramatic toss of her hair as she stepped inside, sealing it up behind her.

“She must still be able to teleport short distances,” Haruko pointed out. “And we’ll need to watch out for the higher points in the area. Mountains, shrines, office buildings…”

‘Uh… rangers?”

The girls looked back at the overwhelmed but unsteadily smiling patrolman. “I don’t know how to thank you enough. You just saved me! And I think the entire planet!”

“Oh… think nothing of it, citizen,” Tomoko said, putting on a slightly deeper and more heroic voice that she’d forget to maintain later. “All just a part of the duty for the mysterious H.O.T. team.”

“Although…” Haruko piped up. “We tend to operate in secret…”

“Despite all the explosions,” Ochako cut in.

“Right. So maybe could you keep this between us? Just our little secret?”

The bicycle cop stared at her blankly before he tapped his vest.

“Er… I would. But ma’am, my uniform’s equipped with a camera that transmits back to HQ. Probably the whole team is going to know about this by the end of the night.”

The ladies stared just as blankly from behind their helmets.

“And… those are usually private, right?” Ochako pried.

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“Mom! Mom! Check it out!”

The mothers arrived back at Tomoko’s place where the kids were spending the night. Her husband had been watching over them, but they were not huddled around the TV. Footage of “the colorful and kinky heroines calling themselves the H.O.T. Rangers” was playing as they zipped around the monster snake. The milfs exchanged wary glances.

“They’re so cool!” Miko, one of Tomoko’s youngest girls chimed.

“And pretty!” her twin sister Mako agreed.

“The pink one is totally my favorite,” Kenji announced. The young man pointed out his disguised mother as she smashed the monster to bits with her spinning boobs. Haruko covered her mouth to conceal her blush, filled with a mix of pride and embarrassment.

“The kids are fine. Just excited,” Daiki explained as he stepped up to Tomoko, kissing his wife on the cheek. “Never thought they’d see a real-life superhero.”

He nudged his wife and smiled. “Plus the orange one’s not bad to look at, eh?” he added quietly.

Tomoko elbowed him much more sharply. “Keep your eyes to yourself, mister,” she warned, even if he really was just ogling his wife in a skimpier costume.

“Well we should be getting home,” Ochako urged. “My wife’s gonna wonder where we are, and we’ve got our work cut out for us. Don’t we girls?”

She winked as they nodded seriously. “Right. We should do this again sometime. We’ll be in touch,” Tomoko confirmed.

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Queen Mystera put her hands on her hips as she admired her new base out in the woods. Survival training wasn’t very high on the witchian training protocol, since they moved in large numbers with their magic and technology readily available. Stranded on her own, she didn’t have a lot to work with. She didn’t have much power left after her reserves of the harvested genetic material went into creating Dark Serpent. She barely had enough magic to summon a pair of common human clothes to blend in with the locals. A tight blouse and a skirt to her knees seemed suitable for blending in, but she had insisted on keeping the high heeled boots common to her rank.

“It’ll do,” she told herself as she looked at her crudely bound bunch of sticks that made for a roof a few feet off the ground. “Long as it doesn’t rain…”

Realizing there was nobody else around, she groaned and fell to her knees.

“Oh by the moons! This is awful! I can’t believe I lost! I can’t believe I’m stranded! I can’t believe those rangers are this powerful! What the hell am I supposed to do!?” she ranted and whined. She kicked her collection of sticks angrily, crumbling it with the slightest pressure.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

Mystera turned sharply, fists at the ready to summon more magic. A chubby older man with a ball cap and some old work clothes stood a few yards behind her, the lights of his truck visible through the treeline.

“I heard you saying you’re stranded. Did you need a ride?”

Mystera cleared her throat and lowered her hands. Her instinct was to kill him and harvest his insides for monster parts, but that was a messy business and she didn’t need to draw any more attention to herself right now. Not until she was ready.

“Yes! Thank you. I could use somewhere to stay for awhile. I had… er… earth relationship troubles. A rather comical misunderstanding led to me doing the camping while I am quite the city human.”

The man smiled kindly and nodded towards his truck. “I can give you a lift. I’m heading into town for a delivery. They shouldn’t mind if I bring one more pretty piece of cargo with me.”

“Pretty?” Mystera said, furrowing her brow in confusion. Actual flattery was new to her compared to the usual bootlicking underlings. She remembered something about her research on humans. That their relationships were often ones of choice rather than ordained by The Dark Council. That their reproduction was biological, quite unlike the advanced cloning magic of the witchians. And something about them releasing their genetic material during their pleasant reproductive processes…

“Of course. You’re a real looker. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise,” he chuckled. “What’s your name?”

“Mys… Miss. Misty,” she fumbled awkwardly. “You may call me Misty.” She tromped through the woods in her heels. “I would say you are quite an attractive male specimen yourself. So full of virile genetic material… may I offer you a seduce?”