I checked my blog the past few days to see if I ever posted this story here. I can't find it, so I guess I never did. It's my 2008 Halloween story. I'm breaking it down into two parts.
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The rabid insane blue haired ninja was back to full power and up to no good; Lady Blue snuck into Ryan’s donut shop and pulled out an ice cold bottle of Pepsi that was marked, “Dana.” The mischievous Kunoichi took out a syringe and punctured the top; the needle was so small that no one would know and it would seal the wound as Blue extracted the shiny needle.
She evilly smiled as she injected the contents of the syringe into the Pepsi; Blue laughed a low maniacal laugh and put the tainted cola back into the refrigerator. The skilled ninja teleported back into the tavern, she rubbed her hands together as she laughed a laugh that would make Dr. Doom’s little heart swell with pride, “Mwah-ha-ha-ha!”
Sometime later Ryan Wolf was wrapping up shop, he had a few tasty apple cider donuts set aside for his beautiful Kunoichi friend, Dana Tan. The scrumptious little morsels were packed in their own zip lock bag to maintain optimal freshness.
Miss Tan and Lady Blue were the best of friends and yet the fiercest of competitors, a fact that was all too familiar for patrons of Blue’s Tavern. Sadly, at times, it became so fierce that the innocent loyal patrons fell prey to their notorious pranks.
Ryan was finishing last minute business when his front door opened; he looked up and saw Dana walking in dark shiny form fitting leather attire. She had shimmering silver bracelets that ran from her small wrist to her mid forearm, Dana had two wicked looking side arms sitting on her curvy hips, her weapons ammunition was strapped around her tender thighs; Ryan stopped and stood up, “Whoa, Dana.”
Dana smiled, “Hey babe, take it you like the outfit.”
“That my dear Dana would be an understatement,” the suddenly ravenous Wolf replied as his naughty eyes painted every inch of her ninja goddess body. He reached inside his refrigerator and pulled out the ice cold Pepsi bottle marked, “Dana.”
Miss Tan thanked him as she took it from him; the parched ninja took a few sips as Ryan gave her a donut. “Mmm,” she purred as before she sank her pearly mandibles into the tasty treat.
Ryan pulled out a Pepsi of his own, opened it, and set it down on the counter, next to Dana’s. He leaned against the counter, “Ready for the Miss Kunoichi 2008 Pageant?”
The smug Dana replied, “It’ll be a cake walk,” as she took a few steps backward, facing him. The 2008 Miss Kunoichi contestant slowly unzipped herself, once again teasing Ryan. She giggled as she pointed to her gleaming eyes, “My eyes are up here…Ryan-kun.” She smiled and zipped herself up as she walked back to the counter.
He could clearly see that Dana Tan had been working on her tan! An arousing Ryan replied, “Better not get me drunk, Blue-chan, or there’s going to be trouble,” as he kept his eyes locked on his smiling friend and accidentally picked up her ice cold caffeinated drink. He took a couple of sips and put it down; the two continued to talk and drinking their Pepsi, a distracted Ryan continually to drink some of Dana’s every now and then.
Purring Dana leaned over on the counter, rested her chin on her hand, and asked, “What are you going to be for Halloween?”
Halloween was knocking on the door and the procrastinating naval ace pilot still hadn’t decided! “Um, I’m still working on it,” he meekly replied.
Dana stood up and walked around the counter swaying her well oiled hips; she gave Ryan a rather sultry looked and purred, “Why not go as the Werewolf?”
“Werewolf?!?!?” Ryan laughed.
“Yes, you are big and strong as him, and very handsome, Ryan,” Dana replied as she grabbed his collars with her soft hands, pouring on the charm. She pulled him ever so close to her goddess face and continued, “I can smell the Lycan virus swimming in your veins; I can taste it when I kiss you.”
Ryan went along with the act, “Funny, that’s almost what Fang Puss said when Captain America, Blue, and I, along with the Avengers battled him and his undead cronies. Navy flight surgeons have screened me, tests were negative.”
“You are a Wolf,” Dana countered as she titled her head and brought her sensual lips oh so close to his. Her hot breath kissed his lips as she finished, “It’s in your family heritage.”
A fully aroused Ryan looked at her funny as he took a deep breath, “Did Dracula give you these talking points?”
She giggled, “I’m going as a vampiress.” Dana opened her mouth and hissed; Ryan could see her canines were at typical vampire feeding length.
He laughed, “Good trick Dana! Go ahead and take a bite!” Ryan innocently put his head up giving her free reign to bite as he pointed to his jugular vein.
Vampirella licked her glossy ruby red lips and lustfully replied, “I will.” She wrapped her inviting arms around his neck and loudly hissed as her eyes turned dark as coal. She clamped down onto his neck, her two canines easily punctured his exposed flesh; the Wolf shrieked in pain, he could feel her razor sharp canines sinking deep into his neck as his life oozed into her ravenous mouth.
His neck was on fire, Ryan tried to scream more, but couldn’t, he had no energy. He slowly sunk to the floor gasping for air as he blankly looked at the top of Dana’s head. The sexy vampires knelt with him as he continued to sink; she released her grip and kissed the twin puncture wounds, instantly healing them.
Ryan blankly looked up at her as she stood; Dana licked the last bit of his tasty blood off her inebriating ruby red lips, “Mmm, you are delicious Ryan. Don’t worry, your Lycan immune system will kick in and crush the Vampire virus that I passed on. Consequently, you will turn into the Werewolf in mere minutes.”
Ryan watched in horror as the smexy vampire knelt to one knee, she pulled out one of her side arms and fed it. The smug Tan looked over at pilot and said, “Silver bullets, Ryan.”
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Meanwhile Tara, dressed as a San Diego Charger Cheerleader, was manning the bar along with Lady Blue, the usual zany crowd was there dancing, drinking, and bragging the night away. The Dark Wolf was cleaning up after Croc left for some impromptu karaoke.
Tara looked over at Blue, “Have you seen Dana?”
Blue snickered, “Dana?” The blue haired ninja cleared her throat, “No, I haven’t seen her in hours.”
Tara looked up at the clock, Dana was super late for her shift; she looked back at the scheming Kunoichi, “I’m going to look for her.”
Inwardly Blue panicked, she didn’t want Tara to blow her plans to smithereens; she quickly grabbed Tara’s wrist, she shook her head, “She’s probably with Ryan.”
“Never mind,” Tara replied shivering as she remembered hopping off a CH-53 Super Stallion and watching the love birds carry on high above on the USS Abraham Lincoln’s Vulture Row, “I really really don’t want to go barging in and seeing something I don’t really really wanna see.
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Ryan took a big deep breath of unadulterated fright and stammered, “You’re, you’re, you’re going to wait until I transform, kill me, and collect the bounty on my head!”
Dana warmly smiled and shook her head; Ryan still didn’t know her, “No, babe,” she said and placed a soft reassuring hand on his knee and continued, “You know I have more money than most countries, you’re one of my best friends…family. I couldn’t do that to you.”
Ryan found the strength to stand up, Dana followed, he looked down at the pretty ninja midget, was she shrinking? No, he was growing! He picked up his arms and looked at him, his forearms were huge; his keen canine nose picked up an odd scent Dana was emitting, her vampire virus he surmised.
“Blue was right, you are better as the Wolf,” Dana licked her intoxicating lips as she gazed upon the majestic midnight black Werewolf standing in front of her.
The Wolf lowly growled at his mortal enemy, in a blur his furry paw grabbed Dana by the throat and effortlessly picked her up; he snarled as he brought her up face to face. The vampiress Kunoichi was unconcerned until Ryan suddenly changed his demeanor and gave her a long lick with his stinky smelly wet sloppy tongue.
“We’re even,” Ryan stated as he gently put his shivering friend back down on the floor.
“Oh, Ryan! YUCK!” Dana exclaimed as she wiped her fair face, “Ppppffftttt!”
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Somewhere in the deepest bowels under the tavern, the mad genius Dr. Xu was hatching his latest fiendish plot. The dentist madly smiled as he put his latest contraption together, this time it was fool proof; he meticulously checked, rechecked, and triple checked his calculations. Lady Blue would fall madly in love with him and leave Ryan, Red X, Iron Fist and the other boys for him!
He greedily rubbed his hands as he let out a low menacing laugh, his teeth were gnashed together as he looked upon the machine that would soon deliver his fail proof potion. “Soon, very soon, Lady Blue; you’ll be all mine, Mwah-ha-ha-ha!!!
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Croc stepped up to the karaoke mic and proceeded to go on a major F-Bomb bombing run, as well as some rather colorful metaphors, as he screamed, yelled, and thundered away.
Chp, the cutest Green Lantern in the entire Milky Way, according to Tara, Dana, Blue and a sea of other female patrons, flew into the bar and landed in front of Tara. He twitched his nose and glance back at Croc, “Boy, he sure is loud tonight!”
“Isn’t he always,” Tara dryly replied, bent over to pick something up, giving the fuzzy tailed Chp quite an eyeful of her ample cleavage.
“Um, Tara, may I ask you a question?” Chp asked hesitantly.
“Why sure!” she warmly smiled as she leaned over the counter and rested her chin on her hand.
“Why do human females feel the need to show off their cleavage?”
Tara stood up and blinked her eyes; the question hit her like a heavy turbo laser from the SSD Executor kissing the hull of the original USS Enterprise. “Um,” Tara uttered buying time as she glanced around the room, fortunately Blue was walking in. The Dark Jedi grabbed the blue haired Kunoichi and whispered in her ear; Lady Blue looked over at the cutest squirrel in the galaxy and nodded her sandalwood scented head.
They both walked over to Chp, Tara put her hand on Blue’s shoulder and addressed the Green Lantern, “Chp, Bluey will answer your question.”
Chp perked up and looked at Blue as the ninja leaned over and asked, “Remember when I was a squirrel?”
Chp nodded his little furry head, “Sure do, you were cute Blue!”
“Well, Chp, you know how, during breeding season, you guy squirrels like to show off who has the biggest nut? It’s um, kinda like that…” Blue finished as Tara shook her head in total agreement.
The Green Lantern squirrel thought about that for a moment and replied, “Would that explain why Ryan’s been hanging around Dana as of late?”
A stunned Blue blankly blinked her violet eyes as Tara’s cheeks turned beet red, the embarrassed Raven Wolf put her head down and scratched the back of it.
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Meanwhile Steve Rogers, BKA Captain America stood before his bathroom mirror with just a towel wrapped around his waist; his masculine body was ripped with muscles to say the least. He put his razor down and dried his now smooth as a baby’s rear face; Steve picked up a bottle of after shave and splashed some on his hard hands. There would be a lot of Kunoichi’s swooning on this grand and glorious night.
He applied the skin soother to his clean face and picked up his deodorant; Steve would give Ryan a major run at his Kunoich monopoly tonight at the Ms. Kunoichi 2008 pageant. Captain America had been personally handpicked to be the official judge by Lady Blue’s PAM (Pirate Anger Management) Instructor: Captain Jack Sparrow. Steve sprayed some strong lady pleasing spray on his stronger chest. His phone started to ring; Cap set down the bottle down and answered his phone, “Steve Rogers.”
In the next breath he snapped to attention, “Yes, sir, Mr. President!”
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Dana offered her soft hand; Ryan obliged and gently grabbed it with his eager furry paw. “Come,” she smiled, “I have something to show you.”
Eventually she led him to the edge of the Haunted Forest, the quizzical Wolf flashed her a strange look, “I thought we couldn’t enter.”
“Not as mere mortals,” Dana’s soft voice replied, “But we can in our current forms.”
His keen hearing could hear some loud obnoxious boisterous singing; his nostrils also picked up the aroma of rum. The atonal song sounded like off key pirates singing about drinking rum. “I hear singing,” he said as he looked into the dense forest.
“Vampire pirates,” Dana answered, “Every twenty years they attack the tavern. We have to stop them.”
“WE?” Ryan replied. The Wolf was confused to say the least, “Werewolves and Vampires are mortal enemies, why the sudden ceasefire?”
Dana, again, poured on the charm as she wrapped her soft left around him and rubbed her very inviting right hand over his strong chest, “You’re my favorite Wolf, Ryan. I’d hate for the pirates to kill you.” She stopped and purred as she looked up at him with sultry look on her face, “I won’t let them turn you into a rug. Besides, I don’t feel like rebuilding the Tavern for the third time in a month.”
She continued to pour on the charm as she tilted her head; the Kunoichi Vamp stood up on her tippy toes as her soft hand gripped his silky tail. Her gifted finger found a spot just before his tail and scratched as she purred, “Do it for me, please?”
Ryan literally melted in her soft arms; Dana hit the spot that drove all canines wild as she smugly smiled, “Well?”
“Don’t stop,” Ryan mumbled as he took a deep power breath through his powerful nostrils.
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Chp was sipping on his double almond latte and nibbling on his chocolate peanut donut was Croc suddenly slammed the microphone down onto the stage and stormed off in a huff. The reptilian humanoid marched over to the bar and sat down next to the calm squirrel.
“Where the hell is Dana?!?!?” he demanded. He slammed his balled green reptilian fist hard on the counter as he continued his rage, “I told her I wouldn’t do it until I had that effin’ red shirt. No shirt, no deal! That’s what the higher power said!”
A stunned Tara put her head back and mouthed, “Higher power?” She then felt an icy presence that chilled her to the bone; the Dark Jedi looked up and saw a cloaked hooded figure standing way in the back. Tara could sense it smiling as it held up a red shirt; the menacing figure stowed the red shirt in its sleeve and quietly left the tavern.
Tara excused herself as Croc thundered again, “Just where the hell is Dana?!?”
“Dana,” the blue haired imp lowly replied and then snorted a hardy laugh.
“Blue, what’s so funny?” Chp asked nibbling away on the tasty donut.
“YEAH! The higher power demands to know!” Croc added as he again slammed his angry balled fist on the counter.
Tara made her way outside, a mysterious eerie fog had rolled in; she felt the presence but couldn’t see it. She heard a cold chilly feminine voice smile, “Tara le Fay, we meet at last,” as a patch of the eerie fog cleared. The mysterious figure step forward and removed its cloak, revealing a beautiful woman.
“Oh gods…,” Tara uttered as she realized who she was talking to.
The Temptress sported an amusing smile, “I’m here to make you and offer, Tara.”
Tara’s sarcastic side suddenly reared its ugly head; the Dark Jedi slightly pulled her upper torso back and slightly lowered her raven head as she placed her soft hand on her titillating cleavage, “Moi?”
As soon as she did it, she realized she shouldn’t have. The Raven Wolf felt an icy chill invade her dazzling body; her head flew back uncontrollably, her silky jet black hair momentarily danced in the breeze before it fell down and dangled lifelessly in the cool breeze.
She laughed a maniacal laugh as she put her head down and opened her eyes, “Yes,” the voice purred as she looked over the Charger girl’s sensuous body. She ran her soft hands up and down Tara’s luscious curves as she continued to purr, “Your body will do quite well for my bidding.” She reached up with the Wolf’s soft hands and exposed more of Tara’s 36C cleavage.
The Temptress ripped Tara’s short silky white skirt off, revealing her matching silky white briefs; she reached behind her and adjusted them to a half moon position. She flicked her hand and the red shirt jumped into it; Tara the Temptress licked her glossy ruby red lips, it was time to prowl.
She waltzed into the tavern, slowly the crowd grew to a near hush as they saw Tara swing her churning hips; male and female patrons choked on their drinks as she strutted by with that red shirt in her hand. She had been known in the past to cause intimidation whenever she liked, now she was exuding it.
She placed the red shirt in front of the snarling crocodile, evilly smiled as she ordered, “Now go!”
The smug Wolf Temptress looked over at a distracted Lady Blue and purred, “Hello, Bluey.”
Blue, now dressed as Smexy Officer Friendly, was too busy serving customers that she nonchalantly replied, “Hello, Tara.”
The Wolf smirked; she walked over to the conniving blue haired ninja and bent over, giving Blue’s customer quite an eyeful as she whispered in her ear, “I know what you did to Dana.”
A scared Blue suddenly shot up and looked at Tara as she thundered, “What?!?!?!”
Tara placed her soft hand on Blue’s check as she continued, “Very devious, I didn’t think you had it in you. I’m so proud of you!”
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“Mwah-ha-ha-ha,” Xu lowly laughed as he pulled out his blender. His nose was pinched shut with a clothes pin as he poured six week fermented wolf urine into the kitchen gadget, next was a couple of four day old slimy smelly calamari tentacles, followed by rice pilaf, a few ounces of sandalwood, and lastly a drop of ninja brew. Xu put the top down and pressed, “Mix.”
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