She should have realized that she'd cause problems on day one. One does not simply get ROB'd into Brockton Bay as a 15ft tall monster and expect things to go smoothly, even if said monster was dangerously attractive.
But she dug this grave now she had to lie in it. She looked down at the bloated Bimbofied ganger unconscious and impaled on her cock, she still hadn't learned her name despite being this close to her now. "What a way to lose one's virginity." She chuckled. She stored the Ganger into her [Inventory] knowing that it would be a safe pce to put her for now. things were looking like they would start to pick up.
The Endbringer siren was still wailing, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to call it off with how she was an illegal alien.
The cargo boat she was transported to was about a mile offshore and with how the ship was slowing down, the BBPD or PRT would likely be on top of handling the container full of trafficked people. Granted, knowing this hellhole of a city on a hell hole of a pnet, they would both be rather looking for the supposed Endbringer than care about some kidnapped people destined to a life of sex svery.
She honestly didn't want to deal with that shit. She knew Lung would be currently ramped up and probably running back to his hole to avoid fighting, the fucker. She was so tempted to take advantage of the situation to nom on him for infinite biomass and potentially free power ups. But she could find him any other time and with the sirens going off, that mini-kaiju fight would only lead to the Protectorate getting involved and possibly the illuminaughty.
She'd much rather get more free pets than deal with all of PRT ENE.
So after looting the dead gangbangers of their wallets and any other interesting drops she chose the fastest and most stealthy way of getting around, sure it would cause her to need to release after a bit but it would solve many potential issues and if she desperately needed to, she still had the Mook in her pocket. one might even call her a pocket pussy.
Xena's 15ft tall cretaceous looking body became ghostly and she activated [Intangibility] she started to float off the ground before taking advantage of her [Flight] and going from 0 to supersonic in a split second, her ck of any significant mass meant no thunderous crack followed her wake as she rocketed into the sky.
She was on the North side of Brockton Bay so her quarry was already nearby, all she had to do was look for an abandoned-looking building with a big enough garage for toys her pet makes. The issue with that is that the area once being industrial, meant many buildings fit that description.
But who honestly has time to go from building to building searching for a likely invisible garage? instead why not get rid of that advantage with a handy dandy use of power?
With a mental command [Shapeshifter Projection] a rush of pleasure and arousal surged through Xena's body, her slowly growing erection obtaining half-mast almost instantly as the drawbacks of using her powers hit her like a rock. In front of her a short curvy form gets willed into being. "You will be called Rebecca." Xena commanded and the small form acknowledged with a nod of her head.
Rebecca was short at roughly 5ft nothing. She was pale skinned and if not for the two 6-inch-long furry ears extending from the sides of her head, her pale blue hair would have looked dyed. A heart shaped face with pouty lips, petite nose and what looked like a pair of Event Horizons for eyes. She had smooth shapely thighs and ass that would have made her look like a pale pear if not for her substantial bust, tipped with candy pink nipples, giving her an hourgss figure despite being the diminutive height of 4'11. in the short of it she was a curvy Shortstack who had the personality of white bread.
She wanted to expin more but she didn't really have the time to ruminate on the philosophy of fucking a, for all intents and purposes, ditto. Her two-hour time limit for her mental focus was rapidly waning, especially with her summoning of the projection. She had about 30 minutes before she'd have to find some pce to settle down to reset her time and her constant use of her powers was shortening that time even further.
She undid her [intangibility] so that she could grasp the shortstack around her waist and pulled her close. "Engage your [Malfunction] field, Rebecca" She ordered, before reengaging her [Intangibility] and blitzing towards the run-down section of the docks.
She got down just above the street causing the nearby streetmp to flicker more than it was previously.
She then flew in a straight line far slower than her previous supersonic to make sure that she could catch any technology in the Gremlin projection's malfunction field.
Back and forth she flew through the streets, what technology that was present being afflicted with glitches; lights blinkered more often or dimmed to mood lighting, working appliances randomly turned on or off, radios and stereos switched to random channels but more often nding on channel 69, the few computers randomly pulled up porn sites or turned on cameras, the sheer bedm would have been noticeable even in such a poor area if not for the panic caused by people waking up to the Endbringer sirens.
Xena searched and searched for signs of her target until she almost passed it.
Loud porn music was bring from a rge decrepit factory, the signs of it being Squealer's being evident when car horns began to accompany the 70's funk aping the sound of sex with each honk. She could also barely hear a shrill squeal from within and lots of profanity.
She turned around on a dime and fazed through the wall of the building. Inside was a disco featuring mad max vehicles. Auto cannons were cycling without shooting, reminiscent of masturbating. Headlights and high beams were strobing, the reds of taillights painting the scene like some cheap bordello.
Wiper fluid spraying all over making the area misty and wet. and in the middle of the sexual chaos was a pinned Busty blonde. the car she was working on had "fallen" on top of her and was in the process of "dry humping" her. Rocking back and forth lightly while roaring its engine and honking. If not for her massive rack she might have been able to free herself. Unfortunately their added size all she could do was struggle weakly as her ride attempted to add incest to Squealer's many sexual feats.
The two new kids on the block became corporeal once more, their sudden appearance gone unnoticed by anyone or anything in the rge factory turned car shop. Xena nded, putting down Rebecca next to her. "Rebecca, go and look over the parts and build yourself some gear." Xena said, slightly louder than normal due to the rampant sex music.
She strutted through the improvised carshop towards the struggling blonde. She stood over Squealer, and it took the blonde several moments of fruitlessly hitting the car's bumper before looking up and seeing the tall bck form of Xena. There was a pause when she met a charcoal bck face. The honking huge mammaries and her big bad schlong momentarily causing her drug fueled mind to stutter before the size and the ck of actual eyes made her own sunken blues widened.
"WH-what the fuck are you?!" Sherrel shrilly demanded. Her dited pupils shook at the sight and her futile struggling intensified, her baby Honked in response.
"Oh Sherrel, I am your new mistress." Xena spoke and with her pronouncement Squealer stopped struggling, the true horror of the situation catching up with her.
