It was a bit before Squealer got back to the nascent hive. She returned with a kilo of crack crystals as prepayment for a true All-Terrain-Vehicle for her BFF, Skiddy.
Xena and Sherrel weren't about to use it as they found a far more pleasurable addiction that came with far less negatives, but they were currently trying to avoid too much suspicion, so Sherrel was forced to accept the hardcore drugs.
They didn't even know what to do with it as The Merchants, despite being the objectively worst vilin group in Brockton Bay, were still able to corner the market for much of the drug trade in the city.
A major contributor to this cornered market was Squealer's tinker tech, the fact that she could build heavily armored vehicles that were also agile led to many of their contraband being unmolested or fast enough to escape from being molested. When you could make an armored yacht have the same speed as a speedboat it made attempts from the coast guard to catch them improbable.
Add the fact that her specialization allowed her to still work on vehicle mounted weapons and turrets meant her vehicles were all essentially Abrams mixed with formu one race cars. AND her power gave her a Thinker effect for any vehicle she was piloting, good luck trying to outmaneuver her. Shame that before Xena found her, Sherrel was too high and too short handed to make anything better than MadMax looking big wheelers.
But now she was under new and better management and with aid from the Squealer-morph and Rebecca they managed to get Xena's "civilian" ride finished. Sherrel and Yuri did not agree with the color choice though. But screw them, literally since she did do just that, if Xena was forced to wear only one color or nothing at all then she would make sure that everything else matched it.
She was feeling a bit peckish and promptly pulled Yuri's breast from her slutty coveralls and took the Asian's nipple into her mouth and sucked greedily. After getting several mouths full she gave it a nibble before covering the still leaking nipple up. The pick-me-up from the milk flushed the negative thoughts about her concubine's ck of respect from her mind.
"All right let's get to it then. Yuri will provide you with the directions and you will drive us to her apartment." Xena said with a satisfied smile that slowly fell as Yuri and Sherrel looked at her with confusion.
"Xena, I barely know English, how am I supposed to direct Miss piggy?" Yuri's question prompted Sherrel to also state her question though with added heat. "Now I may not be able to understand what the chink said, but I heard Piggy in there and I can only assume she's talkin' bout me!"
The understood slur caused Yuri to whirl on Sherrel prompting the two to get into a shouting match with neither fully understanding what the other was saying outside of few words and the tone at which were spoken.
It was then that Xena understood that when you have powers and can speak any nguage as a native it turns multi nguage conversations into a huge mess. The gremlin finally came by to give her mistress the finished discrete breast pump. The suction cups looked like hollowed out stethoscopes with their tubing leading to a purse containing the pump and a quick detach tank to store the milk. She helped Xena attach them to her ctating tits and with a flick of a switch the silent pumps immediately got to work. No more wasted milk for her.
They eventually stopped their wall arguing when Xena bodily grabbed Yuri by her waist and went to sit in the back seat of the armored "Limousine”. The Tinker hydraulics stressed at having nearly three quarters of a ton of weight added and sat the bimbo Asian on her p. Her head tucked between Xena's breasts and ass cheeks divided by the massive bulge in Xena's dress. "Just tell me the address and I'll transte it for Sherrel, that way there would be nothing misunderstood between you two." Xena's firm hold on Yuri's stomach was better than any form of 4-point harness out there.
Sherrel grumbled but still diligently got into the driver's seat and at a firm order by her mistress, put on her seatbelt. She flipped a few switches and hit a few buttons to prime the engine before with a twist of her keys a slight rumble was sent through the car, its insution blocking out majority of the sound coming from the All-fuel-electric turbine generator, for this was no simple mechanically driven vehicle, but a hybrid.
Eat your heart out Toyota, your Prius has nothing on this monstrosity of American ingenuity. Granted, in this world Toyota was an obscure brand from a, now, thirst-world nation much like AvtoVAZ and their Lada. But the point still stood.
The Garage door rolled up into the ceiling, the Rubber-sement purposefully pstered in a way to facilitate it, and we rolled out into the dangerous city of Brockton Bay.
It was a stupidly smooth ride, gliding over the pockmarked streets of the boat Graveyard as we traveled. The soft vibrations combined with Yuri's plump cheeks pressing around her bulge made her rex in the cushioned seat. Xena's hands, however, had a mind of their own. With nothing to do for the ride aside from holding Yuri, one of them moved down from the soft creamy tummy and fished out her cock from her dress, proceeding to stroke the behemoth between the two's legs.
Slow nguid strokes caused some pre-cum to form at the tip and slowly drool out onto the floor as Xena began to purr. The salty musk wafted to the others in the vehicle causing their pupils to dite, Sherrel quickly returned her focus back to the road with a sigh of longing while Yuri, the little cuck-slut that she was, unzipped her slooty coveralls fully and moved aside her panties revealing an equally hungry and drooling snatch.
She shifted in Xena's arms before managing to straddle the 16 inches of girl-cock and started to grind her soaked pussy up and down the length, following right behind Xena's masturbating hand. Up and down Yuri's hips ground against Xena's shaft and when it was dripping with her fluids, she lifted herself up and finally onto the head of the cock she craved.
The bulbous head spread her lips wide as she impaled herself on the rock hard and lubricated shaft. Her pussy stretched wide to accommodate the welcomed abuser as it pushed its way toward sand into her waiting and well fucked womb.
With how many times she has taken Xena's cock, it was no time before she was at the base and its form stretched out her stomach. The comforting and pulsating warmth leached into Yuri's body. If she could, she would gdly have just stayed in that position forever, but she knew that she had to put in work for her mistress. She leaned into Xena's bosom and lifted her hips high with aid of her abs, feeling the cock tug at her insides and scraping each of her folds as it moved past till the head y just inside before she rocked her hips down sliding it all back in.
Xena held her hands and interlocked their fingers in a most degenerate way. Yuri's breast bounced back and forth as she put her muscles to a whole new workout routine, the burn quickly cooling as her mistress healed it away. She felt another type of heat building up from her core and she made it known, "Xena~ I'm Cumming, I'm cumming!"
The woman in question smiled and then started to thrust up to meet Yuri's downward motions. "Cum for me Yuri, cum hard on that cock you love so much." And she did.
Yuri Started to shake and quiver as a rush of vaginal fluids squirted out from around their joining alongside her coveralls gaining two growing dark spots on her chest, but Xena didn't stop. "Nooooo!~ DOn't I.. STILL cuuuuming!" Yuri whined as the flow was interrupted by Xena smming her cock to its base before rapidly sawing in and out. Each joining causes Yuri's ongoing orgams to spray out in all directions instead of just in front. Pleasure and heat rolled in waves throughout Yuri's body, the rapid sawing spamming her G spot until finally a series of sudden throbbing and tensing announced that she would finally get her cream.
With a whorish moan Xena erupted into Yuri's spasming quim, each pulse sending cups worth of baby-batter directly into her oven ensuring there would be another bun there with the creampie. Yuri's stomach bloated and stretched with each cup load added till it could take no more and the excess was squeezed out from where they were joined till finally Xena was done, Yuri still impaled on her cock and a slowly leaking cum trail oozing out onto the floor where it was drained into a specially made plumbing system provided by forethinking mechanics.
Yuri leaned back into the soft chest of Xena as she rexed and luxuriated, one hand gently massaging her pregnant looking belly and the other reaching up to her Mistress's cheek. running a hand along her jawline before leaning further and ying a kiss on her lips. She stayed impaled on Xena's cock, feeling the stuffed feeling and warmth permeating her to be surprisingly rexing, her muscles randomly flexing around the invader.
She fell asleep like that and Xena let her, carefully holding her so as to not put too much pressure on the bloated cum stuffed belly. The fact her cock was acting like a cork was actually very beneficial for her as it meant that she couldn't exactly masturbate without moving the now sleeping dy.
She smiled at that and enjoyed the rest of the chauffeured ride, she'd make it up to Sherrel, ter.
-X-
Outside of Subject, Yuri Myoshi's apartment.
PRT agent Mathew Conwell was enjoying his donut and coffee in the passenger seat of a disguised utility van down the street a bit from Miss Myoshi's apartment building. His partner Mack Mickelson sat in the back monitoring the cameras that were pointed at the structure. He didn't really understand why they were watching the pce, the chick was a convicted sex trafficker, why should he care if she was taken by a god damned Endbringer?
Even worse was that when they searched the chick's apartment, they found evidence that the monster liked them young. Just remembering the report about what was found on her hard drive gave him shivers. Someone at the office commented that in Japan the Age of consent was drastically lowered to a disgusting 14 in some regions, but this was American soil. 14-year-olds should be pying sports or games, not be stars in a god damned porno.
Mathew, or Matt as he liked people to call him, respected other cultures but some of the shit that came out of Japan made it hard to respect them.
"Hey Mack, have the cameras caught anything of interest yet?" He asked his partner, already tired of the work despite only having worked a few hours and having drunk his second cup of coffee.
"Nothing yet, just normal tenants going in and out. The only noteworthy thing was a group sporting ABB colors stopped by for a bit and then left... I doubt the Bck Queen even is an Endbringer anyways."
Matt was slightly taken aback by Mack's sudden comment and stopped his look-out of the street to turn to him.
"What do you mean by that. It's nearly two storeys and it set off the Arms! What else would it be if not an End Bringer?"
"I dunnknow? But she sure didn't act like a normal Endbringer. The worst damage she did was destroy a shipping container- freeing a bunch of trafficked people mind ya- and killing a group of assholes. And nothing else has happened. If ya ask me, I think she's one of those Case 50- 53s" It took Mack a bit to remember the number but eventually he got it.
"Nah, if 96 isn't an Endbringer then she's gotta be a master creation, like those freaks up in Ellisburg." Matt shivered at the memory of the few pictures he'd seen of them.
"And besides, just cuz the thing hasn't done anything 'sides smearing a half dozen trash doesn't mean it isn't gunna, idunknow, ignite the oxygen in the air to kill us all or-or turn Myoshi into a biological nuke... You never know what's gunna happen with Endbringers. Hell, the one previous to 96 was the Simurgh and we all know what happens when she shows up in a town." Matt made the sign of the cross at mention of the 3rd Endbringer.
"Eeeeh I guess you're right, it’s still jus-" Mack stopped talking, his sight unmoving and his mouth held open in shock.
Matt started to turn his head. "Why'd you sto-" then he too was struck dumb.
Both men saw what could best be described as Barbie's Pimpmobile rolling down the road towards their position. As it neared, they heard the growing roar from its engine, like a Camaro had sweet love with an F-16. It was a hot-pink beast that vaguely resembled a 1980's Lincoln Continental but had been converted into a limousine. Its hood was extended to make room for the additional set of wheels to probably support the visible, if well designed armor paneling. The windscreen was partially shuttered giving hint at pale skin and blonde locks. The rest of the windows were shuttered completely.
It pulled up in front of the suspect's apartment and out stepped the transformed Yuri-Myoshi in a scandalous orange coverall before turning back to assist another out.
Logn and shapely pale legs were followed by a shiny pink cocktail dress that didn't leave much for the imagination as it was held loosely on the woman's curvaceous body. The dress left ample room for the side and under boob with a drooping cleavage that was one wrong breeze or step away from revealing that absolutely massive and impossibly perky G cup breasts. The curly long locks of the brunette framed her heart shaped face that wouldn't be out of pce on the centerfold for a Pyboy magazine or even the cover of Vogue with her pouty lips and smoldering baby-blue eyes.
They witnessed something that caused them to blink in confusion as when the bombshell stepped onto the pavement the armored car shuttered as if a massive weight was lifted from it. and to add even more to the two agents though in disgust this time, as the "Woman" started to walk they noticed a massive cylinder swing beneath her dress like a pendulum.
The sight of which was the thing that broke the spell.
"Mack, call this in before this new suspect gets away."
"Already on it."
Matt barely heard the next part that was spoken under Mack's breath.
"It just had to be a damned tranny."
Matt agreed in his head, 'What a waste'
