The Vespidian

Arc 11 Blood Moon

Chapter 4

Glitter Kitten and I arrived at the Sparkle Kat. The place was worse off than I recalled; the streets had more cracks spreading along like veins. A few more buildings were in ruins along the way over, and several of the stripper signs had either broken or vanished altogether from the surrounding rooftops. Oddly I could see some greenery sprouting here and there where it broke through the concrete roads.

Even though things looked worse off there appeared to be more customers than last time I had been down here, as evidenced by the line cued out the front door. The normies turned, staring at me when I landed, sending dust gusting away as my wings settled. They smelled of anxiety and fear, well no real surprise there, as even Glitter Kitten was a little scared of me at this point. I ignored them following Glitter Kitten to the door.

After a moment of indecision as both of us looked at the wide doors, I more or less gauged that I could fit. After hunching over, I managed to crawl inside. Luckily the place had been remodeled for the likes of Den Mother and other larger subhumans, so it was not as small as ordinary buildings. That being said, it was still too small for me to walk upright through the door. The main stage and stripper club portion, however, was extremely spacious and allowed me to stretch fully without even touching the ceiling.

The patrons turned to stare at the massive carapaced form that had squeezed through the front doors, also known as me. Many of the subhumans stared their hair starting to stick up. I fanned my vents a little spreading my scent around the room. Several of them remembered me causing them to calm down, at least a little. The thing that made them all calm though was seeing Glitter Kitten not giving me a second glance and even showing me to the bar.

The music, which had temporarily paused, resumed and those on the stage started up their routines again. This place hadn't changed much. Still, a strip club, though some of the catgirls were going to town over in the corner with some guys. I looked away from them to the bald bartender.

“What will it be?” he asked leaning back to see my face.

“Water.” I replied and looked over to Glitter Kitten, “So when are we going to go deal with the Scalies?”

She seemed to be thinking on it, “Not sure yet. I will be back, gotta check on a few things. I wasn’t sure if we would get any help, so I didn’t arrange it at the start. Oh her tab is on me so get her anything within reason, Titus.”

I nodded taking the glass of water and downing it. It was small. This would be annoying, “Do you have anything bigger? Like a pitcher or something?”

Titus placed a pitcher filled with water on the counter. One of my tentacles coiled around it and lifted it to my mouth. It was chilled, but not too cold. Well, I wasn’t complaining, at the least, it wasn’t warm. I sat in the corner watching the bustling den of desires. They seemed to be doing pretty well for themselves considering the circumstances. Occasionally a subhuman girl would lead a man or woman off to the upper floors for the infamous pussycat time.

“I will be back soon, Vesper, so get a lap dance or enjoy the show while I am gone,” said Glitter Kitten quickly darting across the room and up the stairs.

I didn’t have much else to do so, I sat back and watched the stripper cats.

~~~***~~~

Glitter Kitten made her way through the corridors of the old casino resort arriving at the upper floors. She opened the door to one of the high-end suite rooms. Within there were several connected rooms including a master bedroom, a living room area, and an overly large bathroom. This room was the best one in the whole building. It was even better than Glitter Kitten’s place due to it not being as used and being subjected to the wear and tear that inevitably came from subhuman use.

The entranceway opened up into the living room area where several moderately worn leather couches were arrayed facing the wall with a large television hanging from it. A young man with broken goggles hanging around his neck occupied one couch watching the T.V. while the other had a one-armed girl sleeping fitfully on it. To the side in the room was a Jacuzzi that bubbled steadily steaming as Captain Metal was enjoying himself in it.

“Hey whore cat, come back so soon? Don’t tell me you fucked up again, you stupid animal,” said Captain Metal glaring at her.

She avoided eye contact moving to the bedroom door and entering it before he got any ideas. That man hated subhumans and was taking it out on her and anyone else he could get his hands on. He seemed to be much worse than usual, though that likely has to do with Panther having been killed by her. He had already used her several times since they had moved into the Sparkle Kat. Typically if someone dared to mistreat her, she would kill them or at the very least castrate them and send them running back to the city naked, their own dick in hand.

Now though, her mind was a mess. Deep down she hated him and for that matter wanted to kill everyone staying in this room. But every time such thoughts bubbled to the surface they were strangled by a crushing presence in her mind. In their place, she could only obey and felt strange for feeling offended by the mistreatment. It was normal? That notion bugged her, but she cast it away as she entered the bedroom.

Upon the bed sat her Mistress and she bowed to the floor worshiping her. Unworthy to even touch her feet. Just the mere sight of this woman destroyed all thoughts of unease or unsureness. Nightmare’s hand rested on one of the other cat girl’s, both of their eyes white, though the tiger striped subhuman was shuddering from time to time. Weak and limp, powerless to escape the Mistress’s touch.

After minutes of quietly waiting, bowed at Nightmare’s feet, the other cat girl fell away like a broken puppet. Nightmare’s eyes refocused and she looked about the room finally resting them upon Glitter Kitten. She stuck out a toe, and after a brief moment, Glitter Kitten kissed it.

“Good. Did you do as I commanded?” she asked amused at the subservient cat.

Glitter Kitten replied, never looking up, “I have Mistress. Vesper is here.”

“Excellent, you are useful for something. Then we will capture the wasp, and I will begin making her a good slave like-” she started before being interrupted.

The catgirl quivered, “Mistress! Wait she is different. I don’t think I can beat her.”

Nightmare’s foot shoved Glitter kitten’s face into the floor, “Don’t interrupt me you stupid cat. Now, what are you talking about? You said she was almost dead. It has hardly been a week how could she have recovered fully, let alone gotten stronger?”

Glitter Kitten stammered, “I, I-”

“Useless creature. Show me.” She scowled, “If you are lying to me then I will torture you even more. A bad slave needs to be punished.”

She stayed on the floor allowing Nightmare to rise, even stepping on her as she walked to the door. Only after Nightmare turned and uttered, “Come, slave,” did Glitter Kitten rise and follow her out.

Silently Glitter Kitten trailed her out into the other room. “Prepare the equipment the wasp is here. I am going to give it a look over real quick, be ready when I return.”

“Understood,” said the three in unison rising from their positions to follow her order.

Nightmare walked out of the room along the corridor. After a minute or two she arrived on the balcony overlooking the main floor of the strip club. Though below was masked in fog and the occasional light strobing by, it wasn’t hard to see the massive tentacled head looming out of the mist like some sort of movie monster. She had to cover her mouth to keep from making a noise.

“What the fuck is that hideous thing?” She said retreating out of sight utterly appalled.

Glitter Kitten replied, “It is Vesper. She got bigger.”

Nightmare grit her teeth, “I can see that! How did this happen?”

“I, I don’t know. She said something about Dr. Arbor, but I didn’t really understand it.”

“Can you beat it?” Nightmare asked staring pointedly at Glitter Kitten, who shook her head vehemently, “No way. If what I heard was right, she is a Rank 7 now.”

Nightmare gasped, peeking back over the railing at Vesper’s large form below. She could see the eyes moving about independently from one another. After one of them looked straight at her, Nightmare went white retreating back into the hall. She breathed heavily already quickly walking where she had come from with Glitter Kitten following doggedly.

“Monster,” she said under her breath, “Damn it all. So that stupid wasp actually was a fucking Spore Spawn. Change of plans, we will have to throw everything we have at her.”

Glitter Kitten fearfully looked where she had come from, “We can’t beat her, I, I can smell it. She is strong, way stronger than she was before.”

“That doesn’t matter. She still has the same weaknesses. Just like the rest of you subhumans your enhanced senses are also your weaknesses. We will need time to set this up better, so you and Den Mother will distract her. Have Nibbles come and run a few errands for me as well.”

“What should we do?” Glitter Kitten asked gulping.

“Well you got her to come here to deal with those reptile freaks, so go do that. If you can, bring them back alive so that I can enslave them too. In the meantime, we will set everything up to capture her.”

“That is going to take a while though if we not killing.”

Nightmare smirked, “I know. Make sure you bring her back tomorrow night.”

“But tomorrow is the-” started Glitter Kitten before being cut off.

“Yes, the full moon. I know. You and the rest of the Subhumans get stronger that night so we will use that to our advantage.”

“But that is not-” she started again before being interrupted, “Shut up and do what I told you. Now go and make sure you come back before nightfall tomorrow.”

Glitter Kitten nodded holding her tongue. There was a good amount that she could have said after all the full moon was a time of unrest for her kind. She doubted that she or any of the other adults would stay sane tomorrow. They would be reduced to their primal instincts, no better than the filthy ferals. Her Mistress seemed to be underestimating the affliction that the waning moon caused the subhumans. She turned around walking down the corridor.

~~~***~~~

I sat enjoying the show. The lights and sounds were strong, to say the least as the bumping music filled the room. My eyes roamed, assessing the varied subhumans and my mind went into the gutter faster than a paper boat on a rainy day. Something tells me a certain sewer-dwelling clown would fall victim to me with a merciless case of egging. I couldn’t help it really, the smells of horny animal women were getting to me. The only reason I had not pounced every shaking booty and slutty cat in here was my self-control. If Sub had her way, there would be a slough of egging victims already sprawled across the floor.

I closed my eyes averting them in an attempt not to be seduced by the sultry dancers. I had Xava after all, so I had an orgy on command if I so desired. Still, this was tempting. The pheromones of this place were thick enough to cut with a knife. If it gets any worse than this, it feels like it will start sticking to my antennae like pollen. I mean there were at minimum forty active Subhumans on this floor alone. Sub was certainly not helping matters.

Come on. Just a few of them. See, that one smells ripe. The hips on that one though, I bet we could fit like twenty eggs in her.

Sub, no.

They want it though, just look at them, smell them.

Don’t you tempt me.

Xava even said we needed more bodies. Look at all those fertile hosts. They are just waiting to get knocked up. Whispered Sub.

That… that is different though. I am not touching any of them unless Xava gives me permission.

Permission?! You are being a total beta bitch. Just shove it in there and egg these sluts. That one is getting a train run on her. For fuck sake, there is a glory hole over there too.

No! I am being respectful and faithful to our mate. She is already being accommodating by letting us have Glitter Kitten, assuming that Glitter Kitten even accepts. I feel bad even having these thoughts.

Alright fine. We are fucking Glitter Kitten though. I don’t care what happens we are fucking her so hard she comes crawling to us to be our cute little sex kitten.

Ok, ok, but only if she is into it and after we deal with the Scalies.

Oh… speaking of those Scalies, didn’t Molotov say that she didn’t care what we did with them?

Well yes, why?

If they are just going to get killed off anyway, we could use them. From the sounds of it, there were at least two of them that we could put to better use.

Use them?

Oh for fuck’s sake. Use them as incubators! You know breeding bitches, egg sluts. Nobody is going to miss them, and it gets them out of Glitter Kitten’s hair. Besides, we could check out if our children get any powers from them.

That… that is fucked up Sub.

We have fantasized about much worse. That sort of stuff is normal.

Yeah, but fantasy is way different than actually doing it.

Ok, how about we capture them alive, then when we get back we ask Xava if she likes the idea. If so then we egg em. If not then we give them to Molotov, and she beats them into shape. Sound good?

Hmm well, I suppose we could do that. We were given full discretion after all.

I opened my eyes, having more or less sorted the matter. Still, how was I going to capture them alive? I looked down at my abdomen, reminded of what deadly weapon I had in there. Well, I suppose it would be good to figure out how strong my venom is now.

After several minutes trying vainly to keep my lady boner from emerging, Glitter Kitten returned with Den Mother in tow. The shaggy wereshepard was more prominent than everybody else in here, but me. She had a nice row of racks, even if they were hidden below some fur. I looked down at the woman who once towered over me. She gawked at me, clearly startled as she strained her neck to look at my face. She was very much not used to having to look up to anybody. Understandable, until now she was the biggest bitch on the block.

“You weren’t kidding she got massive. What the fuck have you been eating?” she asked.

What have I been eating? Only one thing came to mind, “Gallons of protein paste.”

“Where do you get that stuff?”

“Dr. Arbor.”

Den Mother scratched her scruff a little, “I wonder if we could get some of that?”

I thought on it, “Well, you would have to work something out with her. I only get it cause I am like her pet project.”

“So you ready to kick some Scalie ass?” asked Den Mother smirking a little at me.

I nodded, “Should be fun. I got a few things I have been meaning to test out.”