Full Wolf Moon

Is tonight!

Attack of the Mole Men Part II

Can't believe I didn't post the rest of the story...written 2007

Part 1 http://thewolfswoof.blogspot.com/2010/10/attack-of-mole-men-part-1.html

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"Oh, Ryan-kun," Blue purred popping the flashback bubble from my mind, " I have something for you," she continued as she crooked her finger.

I looked around to see if I was being watched and high tailed it behind the counter. Blue smirked at my swiftness and led me behind a wall; she kept silent and gently grabbed my left arm. She sprayed it it and then told me to smell it.

I put my arm to my nose and did as she asked, "Mmm, very stimulating," I longingly replied as I put my arm down as I continued, "What is it?"

"Wolf's Passion, I made it myself," my sexy ninja friend proudly smiled and sprayed both sides of my neck.

Wolf's Passion, eh? Well, I didn't bother to ask what was in it, because I really really really didn't want to know. Honestly, knowing her the way I do, the main ingredient could've been fermented wolf urine for all I knew. Really, no joke, so I didn't ask. Instead I went on the offensive and used my knowledge of Kunoichi against Blue: I kissed her neck as I wrapped my arms around her.

Blue took a deep breath and hissed, "Ryan-kun," as her hands ran down the back of my Navy jersey. Her deadly ninja body squirmed as I continued my oral attack on her weak link. "Ryan-kun," she moaned, "You're not fighting fair..."

I never fight fair, especially when it came to Blue; we've been through hell and back on hairy hazardous missions. I never let an opportunity go by when I saw one. Blue called on all her Kunoichi will power and put hands on my shoulders; she gritted her teeth and pushed me off. She took a deep breath and gasped, "Later!" Blue put her head down and panted.

"Blue?" I asked as I put my head down.

"I'm fine, Ryan-kun," my winded friend replied laughing as she finished. She grabbed my cheeks, closed her violet eyes and gave me a big slow kiss, "Mmmm!" Blue purred as she pulled away, she opened her eyes and gave me a naughty wink. She walked away and asked as she stood at the counter, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Yes," I replied and walked around to the front of the counter, "An ice cold Cherry Coke."

"Ryan-kun," my smiling friend mildly chided me, "You know you're not supposed to be drinking caffeine drinks."

"Don't tell Tara," I winked as I set the donut boxes apart.

Next thing I knew was, "Don't tell me what?!?!?!"

I turned around and there she was, Mrs. Killjoy herself: Tara Wolf, my drop dead gorgeous sister-in-law. The Dark Wolf added to my horror as she was dressed like a cheerleader, a Tampa Bay one. She sported a revealing crimson top with black collars and skimpy jagged edged crimson mini skirt with a black stripe running across the top, damn my brother.

"Why?" I asked tucking at my Navy jersey.

"Just sending a little message to you and your brother regarding the team you love to cheer for," she frankly replied.

"But last year you wore a Dolphin cheerleader outfit." I countered as I somewhat threw my hands up.

"Last year, they didn't suck," she answered and raised an eyebrow.

Ouch. She knows how to word things very tactfully. I very quickly changed the subject, "Where's Red?"

Tara snorted and replied as she sat down, "Your brother is bringing in the Jack O' Lanterns donuts you so conveniently forgot at the donut shop."

I was about to reply when I caught my brother out of the corner of my eye as he sat down next to me at the counter; Blue didn't see him, she had her pretty little blue head down as she fumbled for my drink in the hand numbing ice. I did a double take, he was dressed like Captain Morgan, "Uh..."

I really tried to warn him, I did, honestly, but my tongue malfunctioned. Blue looked up smiling as she handed me my Coke, suddenly her smile imploded as she saw Captain Morgan Red sitting in front of her. Blue was paralyzed, her right eye twitched as two factions in her brain waged war against the other.

Her eyes locked onto her eternal, most hated enemy as one side of her head told her "Must not fight in Dana's pub!" All the while, her hand unconsciously squeezed Ryan's glass so hard that it shattered, spraying coke, ice and glass everywhere.

PIIRAAATTEEEEE!!!!! AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Screaming her battle cry, Blue lunges for Red, tackling him in the gut and knocking him off his bar stool. Part of her brain was still functioning as she grabbed the lapels of his captain's coat, rolled onto her back and with a flick of her incredibly muscular abs and things, flung him out the window. Red flew through the window with a sickening crash. Before he hit the floor, Blue dived out after him, her hands going for his throat as she did the Homer Simpson choke hold on him, squeezing and knocking his head against the ground.

"Why...you.....little.....dirty...." she continued to hit his head against the ground, not even noticing how several people had run out after them to try and get her off of Red "...dirty....little" SLAM! Her legs were in a tight lock around Red's torso as the legendary James Bond ran around the tavern to try and find a crow bar to pry her off of him "...fishbait of a...." Spittle was coming out of Blue's mouth at this point...."PPPPIRATE!!!!!"

My brother was too dazed to use his super soldier skills against Blue as she continued her insane rabid rage.

"I tried to tell him," an indifferent Tara sighed as I just looked at the window, dumbfounded as I slowly rose from my stool. He was my brother, stupid yes, but he was still my brother; I tried to rush out of the Tavern, but the sea of humanity prevented me from doing so.

While Red and Blue had their little dance, Killer Croc stood up to the karaoke microphone and started a profane shout. He was using every word in the book over and over and over again. Tara closed her blue eyes and shook her head as she grimaced; she snapped her fingers. Croc's mic turned itself off, he didn't know; thanks to confusion of Blue and Red's little dance of turmoil. "And they wonder why I never come in here on Karaoke night," she mumbled as she continued to shake her head.

A shepherd's hook snagged my neck and pulled me away as the chaos continued. I turned my head in the direction I was being pulled and saw a smugly smiling Red, the Naughty French Maid. She was dressed as Little Bo Peep, she pulled me into her voluptuous body and purred, "I lost my sheep luv, can you help me find them?"

"But of course!" I replied full of cheer not showing the dread on the inside.

Around this instant she smelled the cologne that Blue gave me, she took a couple of deep nostril breaths as she closed her eyes. Red opened them and longingly asked, "Mmm, luv, what are you wearing? It's very stimulating!"

"Wolf Passion," I answered as she pulled me in for a kiss.

"Mmm," she purred against my lips, "I also lost my pumpkins, think you can help me find them after the party." She finished and gave me a flirty wink; before I could reply she suddenly turned me around and smacked my butt, "Later luv!"

Meanwhile Chp was at the counter minding his own business, trying his best to stay out of harms way. "I didn't realize just how limited Croc's vocabulary is," he commented as Croc left the stage. He looked down at the donut box and frowned, Chp looked up and asked Tara, "Don't you have one of those peanut flavored ones?"

"Certainly!" she replied, her sparkling blue eyes were beaming, to her favorite Green Lantern as she pushed one box away and pulled out another. The Jedi opened the box and handed it to Chp, his eyes lit up, "Oh! Thanks!"

Red nearly smacked me into Talia ah Ghul. I stopped dead in my tracks as I gazed upon her Halloween costume or I should say her lack of costume. She wore a white skimpy nurse outfit. She had a cigarette in her hand, she took a long drag on it and exhaled as she addressed me in her own personal way, "Ryan, darling. How are you? You did a marvelous job officiating the Lingerie Bowl." She stopped as she smelled my cologne, "What are you wearing?" she replied as she licked her luscious lips.

"Wolf's Passion, Blue gave it to me," I replied.

"Quite stimulating," she purred and kissed both of my cheeks, "Mmm, maybe after the party I'll take you out on that date that I owe you...," she suddenly stopped and saw Wonder Woman.

Talia pulled out an uzi, where she pulled it out from, I have no idea. She put the cold steel barrel in my astonished face and demanded, "Why did you bring her here!"

Now, I know what kind of woman Talia is, I very cautiously AND politely asked, "Who?"

"Wonder Woman," her gritted teeth sneered.

"Oh!" I replied as my face eased up, "That's my friend Diana."

"Don't insult my intelligence, Ryan darling..." Talia started to threaten before Wonder Woman put her gaudy glasses on. Suddenly Talia's demeanor changed, she was agast, "That's not Wonder Woman! A superheroine as vain as her wouldn't wear them, even I wouldn't be caught dead wearing those hideous things!"

"Those are some ugly glasses," I agreed. I looked over my shoulder at Diana as her words came back to mind, "No self respecting superheroine of Wonder Woman's stature would be caught dead wearing these things."

I looked back at Talia, the assault weapon was gone, where she put it, well, I have no clue. She was smiling and very apologetic, "I'm sorry Ryan darling, I'll see you after the party." She finished and brushed my cheek with her soft hand as she gave me a flirty wink.

Finally, mercifully, I was able to make it outside, with Dana, now dressed as Rainbow Bright, in tow. Red's Captain Morgan outfit was torn to shreds, Commander Bond had managed to pry Blue off of him. She stood against the Tavern with one of her little horns facing down, breathing hard through her gritted teeth as James said, "It's okay, mate," as he help my bewildered brother up. Red looked like he'd been throw a buzz saw as he struggled to his feet; the rabid ninja shredded his clothes, hat, boots, belt, even his fake mustache wasn't saved from the wrath of Hurricane Blue.

Dana handed me the infamous brown paper bag as she helped Commander Bond take my brother into the tavern. Blue still looked like she was in a catatonic state as the raging vortex of hate still raged in her rabid mind. She still had some sense remaining to take the bag and place it over her mouth; Blue took deep breaths as the bag inflated in deflated with every breath she took.

***

Blue took deep breaths as she kept the bag over her haggard, yet, beautiful face.

"Feeling better?" I asked as I watched her with care.

My ninja lover shook her head as kept the bag over her face, she continued to take deep calming breaths. Blue removed the bag and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, "Thank you Ryan-kun," she lowly smiled as she stood up. She started taking off her tattered devil costume, as she did so something told me she was still on the edge; she continued taking off her costume. I watched as her delightful exposed breasts jiggled as she walked into her private room.

Moments later she came out dressed like I don't know what, whatever it was it was beyond skimpy. A black band was wrapped around the top of her head and covered her violet eyes, it sported a fluorescent green pyramid right over her eyes. Her breasts had two grey buttons that barely covered her well endowed breasts. Her right breast button had a bright glowing red "O" as her left breast had a shiny blue "X". Blue's panties were solid black with cable plug ins dangling to the floor, boy would I love to plug into her. She had a pinkish square on the outside of her left thigh; Blue wore jet black gloves that ran all the way up the top of her arms, fittingly a blue band ran across the top of the gloves.

She spread her legs shoulder width apart and placed her soft black gloved hands on her curvy hips, "Well, Ryan-kun, what do you think?"

"I love it, Blue-chan!" I stopped and changed my tone to a quizzitive one, "But what are you?"

"I'm a Play Station, Ryan-kun," she purred.

"Play Station, eh? Well, I loved to play with you," I replied as Blue giggled at my answer.

"All in due time my Ryan-kun," she smiled widely as we wrapped around each other and began to kiss; as we slowly kissed I decided it was time to see if Blue was really ready to go back outside. If she were, she would easily thwart what I was about to do; I was going to play with my fleshy Play Station.

My hand gently squeezed her ass as my mouth broke from her intoxicating lips and kissed her neck.

"Ryan-kun," she breathlessly moaned as she put her head back giving me a much better attack angle of her neck. I released her ass and gently pulled back on her blue hair as she took erratic breaths. She gasped my name again as I slowly ravished her neck with kisses; her knees weaken as I continued to kiss her neck, she slowly sunk to the floor as I used her Kunoichi knowledge against her.

***

Meanwhile Dana, walked back to the bar, Tara was busy serving drinks as she talked to Chp, Croc, and Logan, who were sitting in front of her. The Raven Wolf held up a drink as she wiped off the counter; as she bent over in front of her favorite Green Lantern she revealed a fair amount of cleavage.

Chp responded, "Tara, you do realize that human nudity does nothing for me, besides, you're married."

The Raven Wolf picked her head up, "Huh?" she replied and then looked down, "Oh!" She put the drink down and pulled up her top a little, "I wore this for Red," she smiled as she tilted her head, her cheeks showed a hint of redness.

Chp, bless his little peanut pumping heart was again confused, "Red...the Naughty French Maid...I don't understand?" he replied scratching his little adorable head.

"Ryan's brother, Red, my husband...Captain Morgan.......The one who just had the little misunderstanding with Blue," Tara finished as her voice lowered.

"Oh!" Chp replied as he understood and hiccuped. Suddenly, he didn't look so good. He turned somewhat green; Croc and then Logan hiccuped too. Logan turned green while Croc turned a tad tannish.

Dana was quite concerned, the Rainbow Bright proprietor stood next to Tara and placed her soft hand on Chp's little furry head, "Chp, you don't look so good, are you alright?"

"I feel...," Chp was answering before he hiccuped again and disappeared in a poof of gray smoke. The smoke started to settle, Croc hiccuped as well as Logan, they too, disappeared in a puff of gray smoke.

The smoke cleared, Dana and Tara couldn't believe their eyes; sitting in front of them were an arrogant chipmunk, elegant ladies purse, and a skunk. "Chp! Croc! Logan!" a bewildered Dana closed her eyes and opened them as she thundered, weird things happened all the time in the tavern, but nothing like this!

Chp was now a chipmunk of the worst subspecies. He slowly looked down at his red sweater, emblazoned with a big yellow "A", and sighed in a high pitch voice, "Not again."

"Chp, what happened?" Tara asked as she leaned over on the counter.

He sadly looked up at Tara and shrugged his shoulders as Dana walked around her to Logan, "What happened?"

"I don't darlin'," Logan the skunk replied, "Croc popped open a bottle of Ninja Brew..."

"NINJA BREW!" Dana thundered and looked at the purse, "CROC!"

"Hey don't bleeping yell at me. I got enough problems as it is," Croc replied.

"Watch how you talk to the lady, bub," Logan threatened as he popped his claws out.

Dana rushed around the counter and opened Croc the purse as Croc protested, "Get your stinking filthy hands off of me you damned dirty Rainbow Bright!"

Dana pulled out the bottle and pulled the cork top off; she took a quick whiff of it a nearly vomited as she turned a shade of green. She closed her eyes, yanked her head away as she grimaced. Dana corked the bottle as she still kept her head away, "This isn't ninja brew...it's Ninshine!"

"Ninshine?" Tara replied tilting her head, "Isn't that illegal?"

"Yes," Dana huffed.

At the same time an irate skunk pulled the purse to his face and exclaimed, "Hey bub, you said it was Ninja Brew!"

"I can't read, so sue me," Croc deadpanned.

A few moments later a glowing Blue walked out wearing her, ahem, Halloween costume as Dana dumped the illegal contents down a drain. I closed the door and followed Blue to a table; Dana and Tara were utterly speechless as the tranquil Blue strolled by without saying a word. I waved to them and continued to follow the blue Sony Playstation.

Tara shook her head and shouted, "Ryan!"

I heard the shout but it sounded more like she spoke it, I turned around and walked over to her, "Yes?" I asked.

"Wh-wh-what did you do?" the befuddled Wolf asked.

"It's a secret, I can't tell you," I replied winking my eye as Tara shook her head.

"Ryan Wolf...," she replied before she caught a whiff of my cologne and completely forgot about Blue, "Mmm, Ryan what are you wearing?!?!?"

"Wolf's Passion," I answered.

"Mmm, I must get some of this for Red," she purred and kissed my cheek, "It's very stimulating...I'm going to check on your brother," she finished and walked away.

Now it was my turn to be befuddled. Tara kissed me? Me, little ol' Ryan Wolf, did the world stop again? First it was Dana, now Tara, what a glorious night! I wasn't finished, Wonder Woman emerged from the sea of humanity and gave me a little kiss on the cheek; she whispered something rather naughty in my ear and gave a flirty wink as she headed over to the bar. But wait! I still wasn't done! My eyes caught Talia and locked onto her, she saw me and also gave me a flirty wink as he rubbed her fine Arabian booty. Wow! At this rate, I'm in need of some serious cloning!

A slow song began to play, Blue and I held hands as we walked onto the dance floor. The fleshy Playstation wrapped her soft arms around my neck as I placed my hands on her hips. She gazed into my eyes, I tried to return the gaze, but that stupid head band completely covered her violet eyes, so I gazed at the green pyramid in the center of the band. We slowly swayed to the music, as we did Dana breathed a sigh of relief, the Blue Tasmanian Devil had been tamed, for now.

Someone opened a window and the full moon brilliantly shined into the room as Blue and I closed our eyes and moved in for a little smooch. Suddenly, I was hot, very hot, almost like I had fur as I felt a cold wet nose. Cold wet nose?

I opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of my fur, standing in front of me was a Blue Playstation Werewolf, proof positive that she is a natural blue. I still felt hot so I looked at my arms; I didn't like seeing dark furry arms so I looked down. I shot my head up and gave Blue a look of disbelief. The fact quickly sunk in that I was a werewolf once again; I gritted my canines and was about to let loose a verbal carpet bombing run when I felt a furry paw tap my shoulder.

I turned around and saw Tara, er, Tara the Raven Werewolf standing in front of me. She had her arms folded across her furry breasts; I could tell by the way she wagged her tail and that she was highly agitated, "I am not amused," she muttered as she tapped her foot.

"Great Hera!" I heard Wonder Woman exclaim.

Uh no! Not Diana! I looked over to where she was and reluctantly looked. Yes, her too and Red, the Naughty French Maid, she was a red werewolf! Who else? I thought as I furiously frantically scanned the room.

I shouldn't thought that, I saw a snarling Talia pulling out an Uzi and cocking it; every woman I kissed, the lone exception Harley, had turned into a werewolf along with me. I quickly turned around to Blue; she pulled her head band up, revealing her surprised violet eyes. She laughed a nervous laugh and closed her eyes as she slightly titled her head and waved at me.

My gritted pearly canines gnarled, "Here's another fine mess you've gotten me into..."

Like...You Want Fries with That?

Something Lady Blue and I are working on. Enjoy.

***

It all started off as an innocent rescue mission. Tony Stark, the cheap playboy behind Iron Man, was banished to deep space by the Black Cat. The sexy feline was stealing an ancient Egyptian mystical artifact when Iron Man intervened. In a blinding flash of dazzling light...Iron Man was gone. Lady Blue and Darth Wolf set out to find Tony, but first a bite to eat. What in the Milky Way could possibly go wrong?

We join our heroines at Milliways, a kicking screaming hysterical Lady Blue is being dragged out by guards as Tara is out ice cold on the floor...

It wasn’t like Tara was a drunk, she was a woman who knew her limits. Four or Five Long Island Ice Teas would be plenty to get that warm fuzzy glassy blood shot eye feeling. Sadly after two our heroine promptly collapsed to the floor in a drunken stupor. Worse, it transpired a few minutes before the intergalactic police drug a struggling Bluey out.

The Vl’Hurg police picked up the inebriated Dark Jedi and drug her in the opposite direction of the kicking and screaming Lady Blue. The greedy corrupt police thugs recognized the petite dynamo the moment her and Blue-sama set foot inside the establishment. There was an intergalactic bench warrant out for her arrest as well as a bounty on her pretty little brunette head. All it took was one little exchange of the local currency and the barkeep spiked Tara’s drink.

The corrupt officers stripped her of EVERYTHING. They strapped a collar around her neck and left a box next to the sleeping Wolf. They tossed a sheet over her and allowed the drunk Sith to sleep it off as they examined her prized light sabre.

One of them activated it; it was a very moronic thing to do. Tara was still sleeping off her drug induced stupor to hear the blood curling agonizing scream of agony. The accursed humming purple weapon rolled into a corner as the Vl’Hurg picked up the cauterized limb as he screamed all the way to the infirmary.

The drugged Wolf slowly came out of her stupor. She shielded her sensitive eyes and glanced around the brightly lit room, even wincing she could see she was in a holding cell. “Bluey? What did you do now?” she moaned. She felt her elbow hit a box and a thump echoed in her cell.

Tara let the sheet slide off of her as she glanced down at the box. That’s when she realized that she was wearing her birthday suit, this was not kosher. The incensed Darth Wolf heard her light sabre humming in the corner. Naked or not, she was going to bust out of this galactic jail, she was an Imperial Commander after all.

The nude Wolf stood up and flicked her wrist open, calling her purple weapon of death. Her crony weapon committed mutiny, it refused to budge. Tara gritted her teeth and growled, “I said come to mommy!”

Inexplicably Tara felt the box nestling against her ankle, the shocked nude brunette glanced down and saw an envelope sitting atop a green outfit. She could see BLUE written in large blue letters. Tara knelt and picked up the envelope.

She sighed, closed her electric blue eyes and shook her head. Tara opened it and read aloud, “Put these clothes on or you will never see your blue haired friend again.” She huffed and crinkled the note. She reluctantly put the ‘outfit’ on. Her hunter green top had barely enough material to cover an American quarter. She then put on her matching skirt, it flowed freely down to her ankles. A single slit ran up her long shapely leg and right up to her well oiled hip.

“Sithspit,” she growled, “PK if you’re behind this I’m going to turn all your pumplings into pumpkin pie next Thanksgiving!”

At that time two Vidiians from the Delta Quadrant walked in. The two disfigured aliens picked up their instruments and scanned Tara. They looked at each other and nodded. “She’ll do quite nicely.”

Tara gnashed her angry teeth together, before she could fire off that she was an imperial officer of the galactic navy she threw her head back and screamed. A dazzling brilliant yellow energy field danced around her. She remembered her Dark Jedi training and attempted to feed off the pain to feed the Force, that’s when she finally felt the collar around her neck.

Her eyes slowly turned green as the yellow energy field ebbed. The roots of her silky hair turned green, slowly the greenness swam up to her ends. Tara sank to her knees, breathing heavily. She panted heavily as she leaned forward onto her hands. She closed her eyes and took several rapid shallow breaths. She opened them and saw the shock of her young life…her hands were turning green...

A Very Gotham Christmas

 

 

I first would like to thank Lady Blue, Space Chick, and Tara for their help in this.  

 

*** 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through Gotham not a person was celebrating, for Santa Claus, the jolly old elf, was not coming! Visions of sugar plum had been replaced with sugar gloom; Lady Blue had sealed Gotham’s Yule Tide doom. 

Twas an accident, a very understandable accident; Lady Blue zapped the North Pole’s power grid. She killed the power dude in the process, she did. Santa had no electricity and no toys, Santa became a killjoy. Gotham would get no toys. 

The whole incident was totally insane. The legendary Lady Blue killed that man with a triple red stripped candy cane right out in the middle of the gum drop plain. Right next to the plane on 1224 Mistletoe Lane. 

The mortified legendary ninja was Santa’s Number One fan! She was trying to stop pirates from ruining Christmas, she didn’t mean to kill that electric man. Now the buxom blue haired ninja babe was in a holiday jam! 

Santa was mad, Gotham as sad, the Pumpkin King was glad! Finally that blithering incompetent pumpkin murder would have coal stuffed down his stocking! All because of his air headed blue haired ninja he had that fling. It was good to be the king! 

Poor Lieutenant Commander Ryan for he wasn’t lyin’. He had the lovely Jaime, fan favorite Lilly, and little Kelly’s autograph. He would not be getting favorite of all time, the autograph of the voluptuous fiery Amy. 

Lady White was such a pretty sight as she was bathed in the red and green light. She thought that Santa would surely forgive her sensei’s Yule Tide blight and take his Christmas flight. He had too, Gotham was full of fear, it needed some Christmas cheer on this night! 

Dana Tan was as another kunoichi of legendary fame. She was cursing Lady Blue’s name. She knew her best friend and fiercest competitor was to blame. Christmas was more than a silly pirate vs. ninja game, killing a power man, how lame! 

 Ch'p, the extraterrestrial Green Lantern squirrel, to the ladies of Gotham he was the dreamiest of all. He picked up a phone and made a call, for he was on the ball. All he wanted was to spread Christmas cheer for all! 

The poor squirrel became deeply depress, when Lady Blue did confess, that she was the cause of this whole holiday mess! An idea, Ch'p would attest, sprung from Lady Blue's ADHD infected head of bless, would her Sith friend be up to the test? 

Her name was Tara le Fay and was in dismay. She vowed come what may that Santa would come to rue this day. She would find a way for Santa to sway, Gotham should not have to pay on this joyous holiday. 

Darth Wolf's lovely exterior hid the devious heart over saturated with sin. It was time for her to show a little skin. She wore a skimpy Christmas red negligee with fluffy Christmas white trim. She sat upon a festive gift wrapped box, looking so naughty and prim. 

Onto her chair, the Dark Jedi did hop. She quickly fired up her laptop and saved Christmas with one single scandalous photoshop. Her nimble fingers made a holiday cyber mess that not even Santa could mop. 

Oh the perfidy thought Mr. C. It was plain to see that this was a professional forgery. Still, he didn't want Mrs. C. to see. Her heart would not be filled with Christmas glee and he would be forced to flee right up a Christmas tree! 

A Long Island Tea Tara did crave, all this hard work making Santa cave like a knave. Joyful Boys and girl cheered and waved on the streets with snowy white pave. A very Gotham Christmas she did save.

T-N-T Halloween Mix-Up

I do not own the rights to Tarot, the Witch of the Black Rose, she belongs to Jim Balent. This is just a piece of fan fiction.

***

Twas Halloween night, a night reserved for me to defend Western Civilization against ghastly ghoulish dark forces of the Mole Men, accidental werewolves, sexy bodacious vampiresses, rooty tooty fresh-n-fruity wannabe monarchs, undead Black Lanterns Hellbent on making wanton bloodshed. I relentlessly battled these forces with the assistance of Club Sedux’s most curvy clientele. Club Sedux was always zany and bizarre but Halloween was the pinnacle. It was downright Spooktacular! Dana Tan wouldn’t have it any other way, it was her birthday, but Gotham’s Health Department had other ideas. They shut the doors and locked it up for scores of health code violations.

No telling if Lady White pulled a Lady Blue and failed to pay the usual bribe. Thank God Dana wasn’t around to see this on her birthday. No doubt her evil twin might regenerate herself from Dana’s rabid rage and attempt to nuke Atlanta again.
So, here I was at my donut shop instead of Sedux, handing out dark chocolate pumpkins to all the little ghouls and goblins instead of saving the world with a voluptuous woman in my arm while munching on an apple cider donut. It was a tough job but someone had to do it; sadly it wouldn’t be me on this dreadful cool spooky October night.

There I was bemoaning the fact that I wasn’t need to save the world this year when the front doors burst wide open. My eyes filled with utter disbelief at the sight I beheld, my frenemy the Pumpkin King nearly tripped over half a dozen chairs as he clumsily made his way to the counter. He attempted to jump over the counter, but his viny foot struck the top of the counter. The rooty tooty fresh-n-fruity wannabe monarch tumbled over it and ungracefully fell to the floor. He gave the tiled floor a great big smooch with his mouth. He collected himself, wrapped his viny arms around his slender body and shook like an elm leaf during Hurricane Irene.

For a brief moment I could’ve sworn he had his ‘fingers’ in his grotesquely carved jagged mouth as he continued to shake and shiver behind the counter. I blinked, I blinked again, again I blinked and again. I closed my eyes and shook my head; I opened them and I still saw PK cowering behind my counter.

Okay, this shivering yellow spined monarch wasn’t an undigested bit of a pumpkin donut, a piece of candy corn, a crumb of pumpkin pie, a fragment of a caramel candied apple, or any other Halloween delectable swimming in my stomach. I dryly asked, “PK, what’s the big idea?”

His ‘teeth’ chattered as he stuttered out a shivering reply, “Q-Q-Q-Quiet…my boy…t-t-t-they may h-h-h-hear y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you…”

“They?” I replied putting my head back.

“Where is he!?!” I heard a soft demanding voice booming from the doors.

I turned and saw T-N-T at the door, Tara le Fay and Tarot the Witch of the Black Rose. Rowan Hex marched into the shop with her fist balled full of anger. Thick black chocking smoke billowed from her ears. She looked…different. Tara was right behind her. The smug Sith confidently strolled in like she owned my humble donut shop. She too…looked different.

“Who?” I asked trying to absorb the surreal scene that was unraveling around me.
“By the goddess don’t be coy with my flyboy!” the fiery feisty redhead goddess threatened me as she pointed her soft finger at my face.

Something freaky took place in Salem, Massachusetts; Rowan would never act like this. In fact, something was seriously wrong. Rowan had Tara’s height and figure; the fiery redhead was fully covered. It was amazing, downright unbelievable! Tarot Hex was clothed, dressed in Tara’s Sith skin tight battle attire. It was a miracle; for a moment there I thought the world had stopped turning on its axis. Tara, wearing Rowan’s enchanted battle armor, was scantily clad and nearly bursting forth from her top, she had Rowan’s curvaceous celestial figure.

“Don’t be so harsh on Mr. Donut, Rowan. A 36C chest is nothing to sneeze at…ya know?” Tara mildly chided her best friend as she admired her new figure, her soft hands slowly running over her new creamy swollen chest. “Besides, this will be a perfect excuse to go shopping for new clothes!”

That’s when it hit me; Rowan was Tara, Tara was Rowan. Why not starting acting like PK? He wouldn’t mind. He was too busy cowering behind the counter where I placed my pumpkin donuts. Ironic, isn’t it?

I tilted my head and closed one eye; I shamelessly wagged my finger at the now petite Witch of the Black Rose. “Manners my dear…manners. M-A-N-N-E-R-S. I know your mom taught you manners my dear. When someone is addressed as ‘Mister’ it is a sign of respect. You need to show that respect my dear. The very same respect that Tara showed me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, that what is has to be…my dear. Tara addressed me as Mr. Donut. ‘Twas very nice of her to address me with respect, obviously her mother taught her well. Manners you are sorely lacking…my dear…as the Swordmaiden of the goddess I thought you above all people would use them.”

Tara smirked as I momentarily stopped and turned to face her, my finger continued to shamelessly point at Tarot. “Tara…my dear. You look splendid tonight…simply splendid! Would you like to dance with me at my sacred pumpkin patch tonight…hmm?”

I turned my attention back to the not-so-amused-witch. She scowled and folded her soft arms across her chest as I once again to shamelessly wag my index finger at her, “You should be ashamed of yourself young lady for treating pumpkin royalty as though it were a common rutabaga knave. Ashamed indeed young lady.”

“You do that too well, Ryan,” Tara interjected.

“Yes, he does,” an unamused Tarot concurred.

The two sensuous beauties exchanged a brief glance and shook their head. Tarot turned back to me, “He’s here, isn’t he?

“BAH!” I thundered as I slammed my fist against the counter. “Blasphemy…simply blasphemy, my dears! I wouldn’t be caught dead as a pumpkin pie loaded with tons of Cool Whip in this Eddie Rickenbacker wannabe’s little shop of horrors! Pumplings by the millions are murdered! They die in vain each year and get turned into abominable creations like donuts, breads, and the aforementioned pies!” Inside I was beaming, I was thoroughly enjoying this and there wasn’t a blasted thing that PK could do to stop me. I continued my rant, “Me being inside this pumpkin purgatory…I think not…my dears. The nerve of you two to suggest that I…the PUMPKIN KING…would be cowering behind the pumpkin donut display. This is Halloween; I should be out scaring those meddling kids and their dog. Please,” I stopped turned to my left as I folded my arms across my broad chest and stuck my snooty nose into the air.

PK suddenly sprang to his feet like he were shot out of an electromagnetic gun rail, his fiery triangular eyes were as large as king sized Oreo cookies. His jaggedly carved face spouted pure horror, “Bill! George! Ralph! MY PUMPLINGS!”

Tara and Tarot sneered as they reached for their fierce weapons. Tarot’s mystical sword and Tara’s purple light sabre struck PK’s orange rotund gourde head. Swirling mystical purple and aqua energies danced around PK, ethereal streaks of pink flew from his severely lacerated head. PK let out a pathetic scream of agony and shrunk into a single radiant point of light. A pumpkin pie loaded with tons of Cool Whip landed on the counter as the radiant point of light dimmed into nothing.

I looked up and Tara and Tarot’s figures were back were they belonged. The Sith grimaced and poohed, “Well, there went a perfectly good excuse to go shopping.”

Tarot’s goddess face sported an evil gleeful smile, “What’s the big idea Tara, a 36C is nothing to sneeze at…ya know?”

I quickly broke out three plates and forks before the two succulent ladies could get into a cat fight and level my humble little shop of horrors. “Ladies, it’s Halloween! Time to celebrate PK’s just desserts!”

Yes, we had a delicious time celebrating PK’s just desserts; that is until a freckled face thirteen year old boy wearing spectacles walked into the shop. He was dressed up as Harry Potter. His face lit up as he spotted Rowan. He smiled widely, showing off his new shiny gaudy braces, as he pointed his scrawny thin finger at the fiery redhead, “Hey! You’re that naked supernatural chick I saved last Halloween!”

Poor Rowan…

Kiss of the Vampiress-Part 2

The dramatic climatic conclusion of the Kiss of the Vampiress! (Pic...Marlina Moreno)

***

Dana and Ryan walked hand and paw as they traversed the Haunted Woods; the eerie fog grew thicker as the dreadful pirate music continued to grow louder with every step. They soon came upon a burnt wreckage of a US Navy F/A-18 Super Hornet.

Ryan placed his furry paw on the tail of what used to be a Jolly Roger F/A-18 Super Hornet; the skull and crossbones on the tail section sported burn marks, it was the only recognizable part of the doomed aircraft. The rest of the dead naval bug was charred. “So this is where it landed,” Ryan mumbled, “Damn. Millions of hard earned US tax payer money literally went up in smoke!”

“I’ll get that Pumpkin King if it’s the last thing I do!” the perturbed Wolf snarled as a filthy black raven landed on a fiery autumn tree limb above him.

“It wasn’t the Pumpkin King,” Dana replied shaking her head as she rested her appealing hand atop the aviator’s warm fuzzy paw.

“I saw it with my own eyes, Dana. Pumpkin Puss destroyed my Crossfire and went after the Hornet; his appetite for destruction is insatiable!” Ryan countered as his strong fluffy fist struck the crispy fried fuselage.

The voluptuous Vamp calmly dropped a bombshell, “I created the legend of the Pumpkin King to keep Bluey out of the pumpkin patch.” Dana stopped, looked around, leaned towards Ryan, and whispered, “It’s where I store my secret cache of Halloween candies. She gave him a wink and let the tall dark handsome Werewolf ponder her confession.

Ryan mentally dusted off from the 500 pound verbal bomb that Dana dropped, as the dust settled in his brain he only came to one irrational pirate hating realization; The Wolf dryly growled, “So, it was the Blueberry Queen.”

***

The blue haired ninja flashed Tara a funny look; she looked back at her faithful sweet buxom sidekick, Lady White, and politely asked, “White-sama, can you watch the bar for a minute?”

Lady White, dressed a sexy devil, closed her eyes and nodded her head, “Sure thing Blue-sama!”

Blue grabbed Tara by the wrist and whisked her away into a back room; she pushed the amused Wolf into the room, looked it see if anyone was looking, and slammed the door shut. She folded her arms under her ample chest and huffed, “What’s gotten into you, Tara?”

“Don’t be coy with me,” Tara replied still purring away as she placed her hands on her delicate hips, “I know what you did to Dana.” She leaned forward as her eyes sparkled, “I know all about the ninshine you placed in her soda.”

“Ninshine? Er, uh, um, ah, isn’t that stuff illegal,” the squirming tap dancing ninja replied.


“Illegal as hell!” Tara laughed as she sported a smug smile, “You and Dana have shared the title of Ms. Kunoichi for the past three years. Blue flashed a nervous smile as Tara continued to tell her tale as she slowly walked around the sweating still squirming blue haired ninja, “So you devised a devious plan to inebriate Dana, thus you’d be a shoo-in to win the title.” Tara picked up an index finger, “But there’s one slight miscalculation on your part.”

“And, uh, that is?” the anxious kunoichi replied as she played with her nervous fingers.

“Captain America was supposed to be the judge and he’s been called away on urgent Avenger business by order the American President, which leaves Ryan as the backup,” she quickly changed the subject as she continued, “Really though, Bluey, I don’t know what you see in either of them, Red X, or Iron Fist for that matter.” Tara stopped, placed her hands on Blue’s tense shoulders and cooed in her ear, “Ryan’s with that tramp, Dana, he inadvertently drank some of the tainted soda.”

Blue’s violet eyes exploded with fear as Tara exploded into a hideous laughter; she just wanted Dana out of the way so she could win the title, not harm her precious Ryan-kun, he was her numero uno pilot! Blue quickly spun around and saw Tara’s eyes glowing green. The blue haired ninja narrowed her now angry violet’s, “You!”
“Yes, my child,” the Temptress of Malevolence replied as she shifted her weight to her right hip and placed her soft hand on top, “I must say, Tara’s been an excellent host.”

No sooner had she finished that Tara started to cough uncontrollably; the host of the Temptress fell to her knees as she continued to cough. The coughing Wolf suddenly started to wheeze as she placed her hand onto her bust.
Blue quickly knelt down next to Tara; she placed her hands on her shoulders as she asked with great concern, “Tara-sama are you alright?”

“Quite,” she coldly answered and used her Force enhanced speed to grab Blue cheek’s and pulled the stunned ninja onto her ruby red lips; the Temptress gave Blue a big kiss as the skilled Kunoichi vainly fought to push away, seconds later the Temptress released her host and Tara fell to the floor.

The cautious ninja took a few steps back as the moaning Wolf slowly rose to a knee; the haggard woman brushed some locks of silky raven hair aside and looked up at blue, her electric blue eyes had returned. The ninja and Wolf started a staring contest, one that Tara would break as she uttered, “Wow, I forgot what it’s like to be evil.”

***

The ear splitting raucous pirate music ended as Ryan’s sharp claw hit the stop button on Dana’s CD player, Ryan knew he had been set up; he looked back at sexy succubus and expected to see her pointing her wicked side arms at him.
Instead, the smug ninja had folded her arms in front of her chest as Ryan turned around, the Werewolf asked, “Why?”

The vampires ninja waltzed up next to her mortal enemy and pushed another button. Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf’ began to play as she momentarily gazed into his dark eyes and sashayed away. She continued to remain silent as put her hands up, gracefully twirled around and faced Ryan, “The Haunted Woods are the only safe place where a Vampiress and Werewolf can mate.”

Ryan put his furry arms out and replied, “Why tonight? We could’ve done this anytime after we rescued Bluey from Dr. Doom’s Castle.”

Dana gave him a wanton look before she gave him her back and purred, “Because.” Ryan’s ears perked up as his super sensitive Lycan hearing could hear her zipper unzipping. The curious Wolf tilted his head as she continued, “Tonight’s the only time a Vampiress is,” Dana continued as she turned around giving Ryan an eyeful of her impressive 36c bust, “Fertile.”

She threw her head back, her silky brown hair bounce in place as she took a deep breath causing her nearly freed breasts to jiggle; she shifted her wait to her right hip and rested her soft hands on her hips. The luscious seductress licked her intoxicating glossy red lips, “Like what you see, babe?”

His fluffy tail and furry ears stood at attention as his eyes filled with unadulterated lust; the Wolf most definitely liked what he saw. Dana could easily see that, Ryan’s wet slobbering drooling tongue was dangling a millimeter from the damp foggy ground.

***

Lady Blue helped Tara up; she wrapped her arm around the Jedi’s waist and walked her out into the hall, “Are you alright?”

Tara placed a hand on her head and moaned, “I think so.” She shook her head as she looked down at the floor, “Gods, I’ve never felt that kind of intoxicating power before.”

Blue was about to reply when her sensitive ninja nose picked up a foul scent; she stopped and sniffed the air. Tara smelt it too; she grimaced as the two looked at each other, grimacing. “What’s that smell?” Lady Blue.

Tara winced as she replied, “Whatever it is; it’s pretty damned ripe!”

“Gross,” Blue grimaced and walked Tara back out to the bar. Mercifully the smell dissipated; Tara flicked her wrist, moments later her skirt flew into her awaiting hands.

***

The smug vamp took a couple of steps towards the fully aroused Wolf; suddenly she lost her footing and stumbled into him. Ryan caught her and looked down at her, “Dana, are you alright?”

She slowly picked up her light head and looked at him with her glassy red eyes, Dana saw two blurry dark Wolves and replied as she weakly wrapped a soft arm around his fuzzy body, “No, babe. I’m very dizzy.”

Ryan bent his knees as was about to effortlessly pick her up when his knees buckled; his knees sunk into the damp ground as they kissed the foggy terra firma. The dazed Wolf shook his head as he labored to breathe; he fell backwards, taking the wobbly Vampiress with him as he hit the ground hard.

***

Xu was carefully poured the rancid concoction into the transmorgafier refiner; it would take mixture and refine it to a higher yield as well as duplicating the liquid. He closed the little hatch as he let out a low evil snicker; he glanced over at the control pad. His eyes widen as he realized he made a miscalculation, the red light was blinking; only scant seconds left till detonation, “Oh drat.” A split second later a toxic green mushroom cloud of smoke enveloped the tavern.

The locals exited the tavern coughing, gasping, and gagging at the putrid rancid toxic green gas that filled the watering hole. Lady Blue and Lady White helped a hacking coughing Tara out of the tavern; the toxic smell did nothing to help her after her little encounter with the Temptress.

“That’s it!” Croc thundered, “Next time the Higher Power says to eat at Taco Bell, I’m saying HELL NO!”

Ch’p flew out behind Crocodile; the little Green Lantern had a green mask over his head as he helped direct traffic out into the parking lot. “That’s the last time I bring a triple refried double stuffed burrito for Croc,” Chp commented.

The erotic and very sophisticated Talia ah-Ghul marched out taking a drag on her long cigarette, she was quite revolted to say the least; “At least Ryan didn’t turn me into a Werewolf this year,” she huffed as she marched out the Tavern wildly waving her hand in the air.

Xu staggered out and belched a single puffy greenish cloud of smoke. He looked sorta like a raccoon; his face was totally toxic green except for the light spot around his eyes, where his safety goggles were.

He stopped a few steps in front of the door, blankly blinking as patrons continued to pour out of the smoky rancid smelly bar. A dog walked out the woods and sat in front of the evil doctor, the pooches tail began to wag as another dog sauntered out. It, too, sat down in front of the mind numb Asian man; Xu looked down at the happy canines. A few seconds later, a few more walked up as they wagged their happy tails; off in the woods he could hear a pack of dogs howling at the full moon.
Xu realized he had made another terrifying blunder, Lady Blue didn’t find him irresistible; it was the mangy dogs! To his chagrin Lady Blue’s loveable dog, Sturmer strolled out; he stopped and sat down. The massive Mastiff’s eyes transformed into a pair of crimson pumping hearts; unadulterated fear gripped Xu’s face, canines-including Sturmer, not Lady Blue, found him totally irresistible! He ran away screaming his lungs out as the happy yipping yapping barking dogs followed in his horror filled wake.

Dana awoke with her head on fire, she opened her burning eyes. The Tan ninja could sense she was in the donut shop; the whole room was spinning at warp speed. Mercifully the room slowed to impulse speed and the wildly spinning kaleidoscope of color became the donut shop. The dizzy Kunoichi felt she was lying atop a warm body, she looked down and saw a blur, her eyes couldn’t focus, “Ryan, is that you babe?” she weakly asked.

Ryan was lying on the cold tile floor; he awoke in utter pain as well, his right arm was wrapped around her petite waist. He gently rubbed her back as he moaned, “Mom never said it would be like this.”

Dana brushed a few strands of haggard hair from her eyes, “You alright?”

“Besides the back, neck, and excruciating headache, I’m beautiful,” Ryan faintly answered as his other hand gently caressed her hand, “You?”

The woozy Kunoichi realized she was still wearing her smexy outfit; she looked down at herself and saw her top unzipped down to a dangerous level, a copious amount of inviting cleavage was bursting forth onto Ryan’s bare masculine chest. She grabbed her top and looked back up at Ryan, “Did we do anything?”

“All I remember is a neurotic dream,” Ryan replied rolling his burning head over onto the cool tile floor.

“Dream,” Dana took several deep breaths; sending her ample cleavage heaving, “You had it too?” she finished as she shook her brown head. It was something else the two had shared since joining their energies before they rescued Lady Blue from the grubby clutches of one Victor von Doom.

The Kunoichi wrapped her soft arm under Ryan’s aching body, and helped him sit up. She placed her warm soft hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a gentle kiss; Ryan slowly returned it, this one would’ve become fiery if not for their near splitting headaches.

Their wits slowly returned to them as they broke away from their kiss, Ryan lay his head on Dana’s soft shoulder and suddenly smelled something rotten in the shop; Dana smelt it to.

“Ew, what’s that smell?” a grimacing Dana asked.

“I hope I didn’t leave your special batch out all night,” Ryan replied looking back at the slowly spinning counter.

The aching Kunoichi shook her head, “No, it smells like six week old fermented wolf urine.”
“Uh, how would you know about that?”

Dana tried to smile, “Remember last Halloween, I didn’t kiss you, remember? I was with Blue as she made ‘Wolf’s Passion’.”

“Oh,” Ryan replied as he remembered every single woman he kissed or was kissed by transformed into a Werewolf, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Moments later she gently lay Ryan down onto her soft plush bed, “Better babe?” she warmly asked.

“Mmm, much,” Ryan replied trying to smile as his temples continued to painfully throb.

Dana rubbed his forehead and slowly rose, she zipped herself up and walked into her kitchen. She brought back two water bottles and something for Ryan to take.
Moments later Dana laid her tired head down on his hard masculine chest; Ryan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and the two went back to sleep.

Their beauty sleep lasted a nanosecond as loud obnoxious banging could be heard followed by a muffled, “Dana-kins!” Even though the voice of one Lady Blue was muffled, Ryan and Dana could hear the franticness as she continued, “Dana-kins!”
The aching duo winced with every pounding of the steel door by the desperate ninja. Their collective heads throbbed harder with every nauseating pound on the door by Bluey’s furious fist. A wincing Dana slowly rose up as Ryan placed his steadying hands on her hips; she staggered to the door as Lady Blue continued to pound the pain deeper into Dana and Ryan’s throbbing brains, “Dana-kins!”

The door opened as fast as it could, revealing a blood shot eyed tired Kunoichi, she half growled, “Bluey, what do you want?”

Blue flashed a nervous smile as she gazed upon her handy work, “Uh,” she replied nervously and paused for a few awkward seconds before she finished, “Have you seen Ryan-kun?”

Dana picked up on Blue’s actions immediately, she still may have been under the influence of a mind numbing hangover, but she knew her best friend like the back of her soft hand. Miss Tan narrowed her blood red eyes and growled, “Bluey, what did you do?”

Before Lady Blue could tilt her head, close her violet eyes and flash her trade mark, fake, innocent smile and reply, a large black furry arm hastily grabbed her and pulled the stunned ninja in; Dana’s scowl quickly turned into a smirk as she shut the triple reinforced steel door and locked it.

A muffled, “Ryan-kun! My, what big,” could be heard, followed by an uneasy gulp until it faded away.

***

Elsewhere, a certain Jedi awoke still dressed in the previous night’s attire. Tara took her silky mini skirt off and dropped it as she staggered to her bathroom. She clumsily removed her cheerleading top, revealing a silky white bra. One could see a slight hint of her reddish brown nipples as she stood in front of the mirror.
She rubbed her tired eyes, the sleepy She-Wolf opened them and froze in her tracks as she saw a hooded figure standing next to her reflection in the mirror. The pissed Jedi whisked around to face the Temptress.

The Wolf’s eyes glowed a deathly emerald as she smiled sinisterly. She glanced back down at her hostess incredible body. Tara faced the mirror as a soft hand explored her scintillating image; she put her head back and purred, “Mmm,” as her soft hand rubbed her neck. The Temptress ran Tara’s other hand through her soft silky jet black hair. The smug angel looked back at the mirror and smiled, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you Tara?”

Her glowing green eyes momentarily flickered a fiery red as the image replied, “Yes!”

Kiss of the Vampiress-Part 1

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.

***

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.”

***

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.

***

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!”

***

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!!!

***

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.

***

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!”

***

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.

***

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!”

***

“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.”

***

Rollercoaster Week

This week I attended two RP Award Shows at Myspace. My main character, Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, took home 4 awards and shared in two award winning story lines. In the first award show he won Best Chemistry with Lady Blue and won Best Original Character. He shared 2nd place for funniest moment with my main vixen, Darth Wolf. I had another character take home a 3rd place award. Last night I won 1st in Best Ladies Man and another character won another 3rd place.

The photo is a template that Lady White made for me, she's going to make it larger for the 2010 RP Awards Award show. My main Vixen, Tara le Fay/Wolf, is in the background. I originally made her as a cute pain in the neck to a Star Trek Captain, she quickly became a very popular character...now if I can just get her fully adjusted on modern day Earth.

I'm happy but the constant drama over at Myspace is causing me to think about leaving that place or not being so active and get back to writing superheroine stories.

I owe Melinda, Tania, and others a reply on the email storyline, but I'll be off for sunny Miami. My dad's in the hospital and will most likely be put in a nursing home when he gets out.

Pumpkin Puss-Part 1

The sinisterly smiling crescent moon rose above the quite pumpkin patch behind Lady Blue’s Tavern. A cool brisk autumn breeze blew as the moon cast its eerie light upon a sleeping Jack-o-lantern. Brown, red, yellow, orange leaves swirled around the carved pumpkin as the October moon’s shimmering mystical energies beamed down upon the pumpkin.

Lieutenant Ryan Wolf, the now legendary PAM (Pirate Anger Management for those of you reading in Port St. Lucie, Florida) Instructor, had successfully, well, that depends upon what your definition of ‘successfully’ is, trained the infamous Lady Blue and Lady Black. In fact, the handsome lieutenant was so successful that lead PAM Instructor code named: Captain Jack wanted Ryan to take on a new student, Lady Blue’s most capable protégé, Lady White. The Wolf jumped in with both feet.

The sweet, yet deadly white haired kunoichi stared at the unpleasant purple reflection in the mirror. The voluptuous ninja moaned, “Ryan-chan, is this really necessary,” as she gazed upon her pirate self. Her heaving chest nearly popped out of her skimpy purple pirate dress as she continued to look at the abominable reflection, surely her Ryan-chan had eaten one too many Krispy Kreme donuts. “Can’t I wear something else for Halloween,” she pleaded as she turned around, her breath taking Mount Fujis nearly jumping free.

“I’m sorry, White-chan,” the ace pilot replied as he grabbed her two purple straps that strained to hold her massive breasts in check, “It’s part of your training.” He paused for a moment as he gazed upon the glory that was her fabulous cleavage. The ravenous Wolf looked up and finished as he gently pulled her curvy body into rock granite masculine frame, “Think of all the fun we’ll have when I help you take it off.”

“Ryan-chan!” the little minx purred, “You can help me take it off now!”

“Mmm,” he moaned as he gave her a slow kiss. “I love to,” he stated in a low voice and in a quick flash twirled her around and smacked her sweet ass. Her shocked eyes widen as he did so. “BUTT! First you have to help Tara tend the bar in that pirate attire,” he retorted.

The blushing White gently rubbed her plump rump as Ryan wrapped a strong supporting arm around her. She glanced at her Ryan-chan, “Please!” the desperate kunoichi pleaded.

Imperial Commander of the Galactic Navy, Tara le Fay, now a Commander in the United States Navy, had been watching, she smirked, “I don’t know what’s she’s complaining about Ryan, ain’t like she’s wearing much.” Tara was dressed as Wonder Woman. She sported a tiara, bracelets, red bustier, and long red boots with white trim; however, she sported a blue star spangled mini skirt instead of satin tights, her magic lasso rested against her hip. Wonder Wolf stopped and further added salt to the wound, “She’s Lady Blue’s protégé alright; she suffers from acute piratitis.”

Ryan opened the door for the reluctant smexy pirate; he smiled as the party was just about to start. However, his precious White-chan blushed and swallowed hard as Tara placed White’s sword on her nearly exposed curvy right hip. Lady White’s purple dress strained to keep her in place as she took shallow rapid breaths. It was going to be a very long night for the crimson cheeked kunoichi.

It was a good thing that Ryan and White were an item, if not, all the beautiful ladies, especially the perky Miss Matthews, would’ve been fair game for the ravenous Wolf. Aspen was dressed as a mermaid; the lieutenant marveled how her seashells didn’t pop off of her well endowed petite breasts as she wildly danced and bounced on the dance floor.

Chp and Squirrel Girl were sitting at the bar chit chatting about their favorite nuts to crack as they sipped away on double Macadamia nut lattes. Wolf was thankful that the little Green Lantern squirrel was back to his status of being the cutest squirrel in the galaxy and not the blood thirsty Black Lantern. Gobs of adoring dreamy eyed women quickly swarmed they Lilliputian giant as the asked for autographs and photo requests.

In the background Ryan’ favorite wingman, Carol Riley, the bodacious Miss Marvel strolled in. She was dressed as the Queen of the fairies; he marveled how quickly she regained her goddess body after giving birth to her son. Ryan nearly drooled as he thought about how she could change into her tight little black costume.

Shimmering lights would dance around her, it was almost as delicious, er, exciting as watching Lynda Carter on TV as she twirled into Wonder Woman. The buxom blonde’s husband was a very lucky man, no, lucky isn’t strong enough; he was blessed.
Misty Knight, the Chocolate Wolf, was there too; wearing the Washington Redskin Cheerleading outfit she wore while performing some undercover work for the National Football League. Ryan quickly made his way over as his eyes never straying from the ebony beauty. “Ahoy there Misty, my chocolate Wolf maitee!” he smiled with his best pirate accent. “What would ye like to drink to satisfy ye thirst, me heartee!”
Lady White, standing a few feet away, was traumatized. Her left eye was a big as a moon pie, her right eye twitched uncontrollably as her mouth quivered. She slowly turned to face Ryan; her eyes began to glow a deep crimson. How could he do this to her? Talk like a pirate when she was dressed as a pirate babe!

She snarled and was about to lunge at him when Lady Blue bopped her over the head with a bowling pin she pulled out of the deep recesses of her cleavage. “No, White-sama! It’s part of your training! Ryan-kun is only doing what’s best for you.”
Poor Lady White rubbed her aching head and nervously smiled as she put her head down. Misty Knight leaned over the counter and rested her chin on her fist; she purred, “How about some rum, lieutenant.”

Ryan saw White out of the corner of his eye and decided to give White some more PAM training. “Rum it is!” he thundered and started signing boisterously, “16 men on a dead man’s chest, Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!”

Lady Blue was strutting her stuff in her ‘Playstation’ attire. She sported a blindfold with a green triangle on it; she had two buttons covering her massive bosoms, and not much else save that black bikini bottom that sported three plug-ins dangling from her well oiled haunches. The sandalwood scented blue haired vixen started humming along, suddenly it hit the ninja blue haired buxom Sony Playstation what she was singing. She dropped the drink she was about to serve to a customer; she blankly blinked. Blue glanced over at her Ryan-kun; how could he do that to her? Made her sing a pirate song, he made her sing a filthy pirate song! The PAM graduate’s blood began to boil, her teeth gnashed together, she balled her angry fists; she was seconds away from making the pirate loving Wolf pay dearly.

Remember when I stated earlier that Blue had successfully complete Pirate Anger Management? She completely it alright, successfully depends upon what your definition of ‘is’ is. Lady Blue passed with a D-, a score of 69 to be exact. A fact that wasn’t lost to Tara le Fay; she sensed the approaching maelstrom and snapped her fingers. The door behind Blue and White opened; the Wonder Wolf tackled both of them into the dark room.

Ryan and Misty were both oblivious to this as he handed the cheerleader her liquid poison. The door closed as Misty took the drink and raised it in the air. “To chocolate!” she giggled and then down her alcohol.

Can't a Girl Take a Bath in Peace?

Several years ago I planned on writing a story of my main vixen, Tara Wolf, and how she came to earth. One of the scenes had her being interrupted while taking a bath in a Nevada spring; never did find anything suitable. A few days ago one of the people I watch at deviant art posted this!

FINALLY! Now I just gotta find the time to write.

Blue Vs Tan

This is the only photo I could find in my library that even comes close to this.

***

Dana Tan was finally back from her sabbatical, much to the relief of Lieutenant Ryan Wolf and Lady Blue, especially Ryan. He had hatched a mischievous, no, that’s not a strong enough word; more like a naughty plot in his devious mind that he wanted oh so desperately to see come to fruition.

Ryan waited for the super sexy Kunoichi ninja to be by herself at the counter; Dana’s last customer left and she began wiping down the counter when the lieutenant sat down in front of her. The beautiful yet deadly petite ninja looked up and warmly smiled, “Ryan!”

“Hello Dana,” he smiled.

Dana leaned over and gave him a friendly hug; one that Ryan was eager to return, “Mmm, I missed you.”

He closed his eyes, returned the hug and replied, “I missed you too.”

The two broke apart and Dana said, “Thanks for help keep an eye out on the tavern.”

Ryan dismissed it with a wave of his hand, “Think nothing of it Dana, it was the least I could do.”

Dana flipped her head smiling away as she snickered, “You did a good job; Blue didn’t blow it up.”

Ryan laughed for a moment and replied smiling, “It wasn’t easy.”

Dana reached under the counter and pulled out an ice cold Coke and a donut; she placed them in front of Ryan. She leaned forward, rested her chin on her hand and said, “I heard there’s trouble in paradise.”

The fighter pilot took a sip of his ice cold soda and replied, “We had a Tribble infestation and I accidentally fried a dozen Tribbles; the Health Department was on the way and I had no choice but get rid of them. I iced the Tribble donuts and gave them to Mandy.” He took a deep breath and continued, “Blue wound up with Captain America.”

“CAPTAIN AMERICA!” a stunned Dana declared as she picked up her head, “CAPTAIN AMERICA?”

“Ya, my bosom chum,” he softly stated.

She placed her soft hand on his and squeezed it.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” a sly Ryan huffed as he confessed, “I don’t think I could have taken much more of her bragging how she’s the greatest Kunoichi the world has ever seen or will see.” He stuck out his tongue and continued, “It was getting nauseating.”

“I bet,” Dana agreed.

“That and she kept boasting that she’s the best damned pole dancer in Gotham,” Ryan finished as he calmly took another hit of ice cold caffeine.

“SHE WHAT?!” Dana boisterously thundered as she shot straight up. The snarling angry ninja continued, “I’M the greatest pole dancer! She’s just some rank amateur wannabe.”

***

Step One had been implemented perfectly. Now it was time to initiate Step Two.

“Ryan-kun,” Blue warmly smiled, closed her violet eyes as she hugged her Ryan-kun.

“Blue-chan,” the sneaky Wolf replied as he returned her warm embrace.

“I just talked to Dana,” Ryan stated as if he were searching for words, “She, uh, said the reason she went on the sabbatical was to attend the World Championship of Tiddly Winks.”

“WHAT?!” Blue exclaimed as she narrowed her violet eyes, “I didn’t know they were having it.”

“She, uh, privately confessed,” Ryan continued as he cleared his throat, “Purposely went through your mail and ripped up the invitation. She’s now the World Champion.”

Blue was irate, “But I’M the best tiddly winks player! She’s just some rank amateur wannabe!” The fuming Kunoichi stormed out of the room and headed off for the tavern with Ryan hot on her tail, so to speak, as he grinned ear to ear.

Step Two was shaping up perfectly as Blue threw the entrance door wide open and stormed inside; Ryan continued to sport a mischievous grin as he entered.

“How DARE you!” Blue thundered as she walked into the tavern.

“How dare YOU!” Dana countered as she twirled around.

Blue put a slender finger on Dana’s chest and pushed her best friend, “You KNOW that I’m the Greatest Tiddly Winks Player…YOU'RE just a pathetic wannabe!”

Dana snarled and returned fire as she put her index finger between Blue’s massive Mt. Fuji’s, “I’m the best damned pole dancer in Gotham! Your boobs would get in the way!”

“You’re just breast envious!” Blue gnarled.

“You’re just jealous that Ryan finds me more attractive,” Dana replied calmly as she stuck her tongue out at her best friend as she folded her arms over her modest chest. Blue squeaked in rage.

Suddenly Ryan stepped in between his two favorite Kunoichis before they could do anything else. “Ladies! Ladies! Let’s settle this in a friendly matter,” he said as he wrapped his strong arms around each of their delicate waists. “I know you’re best of friends yet the fiercest of competitors so,” Ryan paused and pulled out two dental floss bikinis that would barely cover one square inch of feminine flesh, “Let’s settle this in a friendly oil wrestling match?”

“Deal!” the super sexy deadly ninjas agreed in stereo as they shook each other's hands. Ryan, inwardly howled in delight at the full moon.

Ryan was dressed in a black and white striped referee shirt and black shorts as Dana and Blue walked up to the tiny make shift pool full of oil in their skimpy dental floss bikinis; Tara, dressed in a black and white striped Brazilian bikini, stood next to him. She huffed as she placed her hands on her soft delicate curvy hips, “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Ryan simply winked at her, causing Tara to roll her eyes. She muttered, “You’re pathetic.” as a cocky Blue and Dana stopped and faced each other; their breasts slightly touching.

“Oh my God,” Tara whispered gazing upon the size differential. Blue could smother Dana with ease; this wasn’t exactly going to be a fair fight.

Much to Tara's chagrin, Blue suddenly pulled out a bottle of oil from goodness knows where. Turning on her deadly charm, Blue gave Ryan an eyeful as she shifted cutely to the side, rewarding Ryan with a generous helping exposed vivacious flesh; the tiny strings from her bikini strained under the luscious curves of her well endowed figure. She purred, “Wanna oil me down Ryan-kun?”

“Why I’d be delighted!” Ryan exclaimed as he reached for the bottle of oil.

Tara quickly intercepted it. “Oh no you don’t, fly boy! You’re supposed to be impartial,” Tara stated as she took the bottle of oil and pushed Blue back a few inches.

Dana smugly smiled and stealthily crept up to Ryan while Tara was distracted. She asked Ryan in her sweetest maple syrup voice, “Ryan, my dear, would you like to oil me up?”

“Why I’d be delighted to!” Ryan exclaimed as mischievous thoughts filled his mind; this was going better than he hoped it would! He took the bottle of oil; Dana continued to wear her smug smile like a satisfied cat at the unbelieving Blue and Tara. Blue’s left eye twitched uncontrollably as Tara’s right one joined in on the fun.

Dana turned her head, closed her eyes, and purred, “Oh Ryan, your hands are just soooo strong,” as he gently rubbed the oil onto her soft shoulders. She opened one eye and smirked at Blue and Tara as their mouths slowly fell to the floor; Dana closed her eyes and continued to egg on her best friend, “Oooh Ryan, don’t stop my dear.” She turned her flawless shiny body to him, sighing sensually. "Put some…right there…"

Blue’s blood began to boil; she gritted her teeth, “Oil me, Tara.” A small plan was brewing in her head.

Meanwhile, Dana kept her back to Ryan as he reached around her with his oily hands and rubbed her flat, well-toned stomach. “Mmm,” she purred as she closed her eyes; she turned her head towards him and continued, “Keep this up and we’ll continue that dance that Commander Bond broke up.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Ryan lowly replied in her ear. His mind raced back to that night at Joes. The paranoid Kunoichi dressed in a deep V cut mini black dress began to sway her hips for him; Ryan painted her entire sweet ninja frame with his eyes. Dana knew she had snared the Wolf; she ran wrapped her arms around his neck, their noses practically touched as Dana slowly reeled in her catch until the pompous arrogant Commander Bond stepped in.

The disappointed Kunoichi refused and went back to the bar; her dark eyes fell on ace pilot on last time before she reluctantly rose from her chair as the frustrated lieutenant targeted her rear with his eagle eyes and watched her leave as her well oiled hips churned from side to side. The bodacious Dana warmly smiled and placed her soft hand on his cheek causing Tara to nearly turn green with nausea while turning Blue green with envy.

Tara awkwardly oiled up Blue as Dana continued to purr away at Ryan’s masculine touch. Blue had had enough, and launched into her little plan. She suddenly let out a long, reverberating moan, “Oooooh Tara. Mmm, don’t stop.” The mischievous kunoichi went on all fours, presenting her curvaceous rump to Tara's hands, facing Ryan in such a way that he had a perfect view of her luscious body, down to his favorite breasts. She winked at Tara, causing the Jedi to blush. However, even Tara caught on to what Blue was doing, and slid her hand down Blue's curves, leaving a glistening trail of oil in its wake. Ryan's eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

However, Dana coolly opened her eyes and smirked at Blue as she grabbed Ryan's hands and brought them to her modest 36c chest. "Don't you think that these….may need a little oil?" she asked as he began to obligingly rub. Blue’s blood continued to secretly boil violently as Dana placed her hands atop of the navy pilot’s.

“So she wants to play games, huh?” Blue mumbled under her breath. The deadly Kunoichi rolled over onto her back, laying sensually in a pose that was completely irresistible as she placed her arms slightly over her head. She took several calculated deep breaths, causing her massive breasts to heave as she breathed, “Ryan-kun, wouldn’t you rather oil my chest?”

“What’s the matter Bluey, scared I’ll steal Ryan from you?”

That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s strong back. A snarling cursing Blue jumped into action. She knocked Ryan out of the way as she tackled Dana into the ring.

Unfortunately a loud rip sounded as Blue and Dana landed in a big puddle of oil. It seems that Tara had grabbed a hold of Blue’s bikini strap to keep her from attacking. The skimpy strap couldn’t take the strain of Blue’s massive majestic mountain range and Tara’s grip, so it easily snapped exposing Blue’s impressive oily breasts.

Blue pinned Dana’s shoulders to the bottom of the pool; Dana thrashed her sexy petite body vainly trying to break the pin. Much to Blue’s chagrin Ryan was so distracted by the gratuitous amounts of glistening flesh that was being exposed that by the time he fell to the floor and counted to two, Dana had somehow flipped a shoulder up.

The blue haired ninja smirked as another idea raced into her mind. Dana clenched her pearly whites as she struggled to free herself. Blue leaned over and smothered her best friend with her all encompassing chest; she wrapped her arms around Dana’s thrashing oily legs and pinned Dana back into the puddle of oil.

Again, the mischievous Wolf was momentarily distracted by Blue-chan’s practically naked Asian goddess body. Dana somehow slipped out of Blue’s grasp before he could count to three.

An arrogant Blue slid up to Dana, priming for another attack. But before she could strike the slender kunoichi could strike, Dana wrapped her long sexy oily legs around Blue’s neck and rolled her over. A determined Dana sat on Blue’s neck as she pulled the buxom ninja’s legs up into the air.

Blue kicked feverishly as Dana thundered, “Now, Ryan!”

“One!” Ryan said as he slapped the floor with his hand. A worried Blue looked over as Ryan’s hands kissed the floor again, “Two!” Things were not looking good for her, until she slowly leaned to one side, the pure weight of her breasts pushed her and Dana over; breaking Ryan’s count.

The two combatants separated and regrouped, Ryan’s naughty eyes went back and forth between Blue’s exposed heaving breasts and Dana’s thong clad sweet ass. He couldn’t decide which one he wanted to win, either way he won! Blue was his lover and Dana was the one that always got away. However, things seemed to have changed since her glorious return.

The two rapidly breathing Kunoichi sized each other up as they slowly walked in a circle; Ryan was practically drooling as he watched the oil drip and slide off of their perfect bodies. It was just as he had foreseen. The two dueling Kunoichi had no idea that they had been set up by him as they clashed again.

Their slippery hands struggled to control the other; Dana grabbed Blue’s thong and gave it a secure yank. Blue’s eyes widen momentarily as it rubbed against her clit. Her angry eyes narrowed, “Why you little bitch!” She grabbed Dana’s bikini top and ripped it off as well as her thong.

Dana let out a moan as Blue ripped her bottoms off. Dana was now fully exposed, giving Ryan quite an eyeful. Undaunted, Dana gave Blue one more yank on her thong; Blue let out an uncontrolled gasp before Dana returned the favor and ripped it off.

Both naked Asian goddesses began to intermingle their limbs as they slithered and struggled to gain the upper hand. Blue slowly regained the advantage, she put her hands on Dana’s shoulders and pinned her to the floor. However Blue was on all fours and her sweet oily ass was sticking straight out to where Ryan could see EVERYTHING.

Ryan was too busy gawking at it to count; all he could think of was grabbing her hips and making love to her. An irked Blue turned around and hissed, “Ryan-kun! I know I have a beautiful ass, but can you please COUNT!”

The ravenous Wolf fell to the floor and started to count as Blue flashed Dana a smug smile, “I win.”

“’Fraid not Bluey!” Dana answered as she wrapped her oily sexy legs around Blue and rolled them over.

Dana grabbed Blue’s wrists; her petite body lay atop Blue’s buxom one. Dana’s modest chest covered Blue’s massive one as Blue struggled for freedom. Ryan could see Blue’s jiggling heaving chest trying to wiggle to freedom against Dana’s. He felt as if he died and went to heaven.

He lost all track of time and reality as he pondered the sinful possibilities of his two friends. He would love to have them at the same time; it was every guy’s dream! Ryan was a realist though, and knew that would never ever happen. A blank glaze covered his face as he lost himself in the frenzied Kunoichi battle and continued to daydream.

Suddenly Ryan found himself flying backwards. He hit the floor, skidded across and stopped at his bag. He looked up and saw a steaming Tara falling to the floor and starting to count.

The luscious ladies broke away before Tara could finish her count to three. Ryan evilly smiled; he was ready for just in case of an emergency. He picked up his bag and walked into the men’s room; he opened up his bag and pulled out the wolf skin that Blue gave him. He glanced back over at the door and smugly smiled.

Moments later as the tired naked Kunoichi’s were taking a breather, a midnight black ravenous drooling Werewolf landed between them. He easily threw the sexy women over his strong shoulders, effortlessly bounded up to a window as Blue purred, “Oh, Ryan-kun!”


He was gone before Tara could react except for thundering, “RYAN!!!!! Ryan, you flatulent little twit!” The Dark Jedi was too distracted to feel Red, the Naughty French Maid, running up to her. Red tackled Tara and pinned her to the floor. The smug Brit smiled as Tara's husband, Red Wolf walked out dressed in a referee attire. He fell the floor and started to count.

The frantic Wolf struggled to break the lock but couldn’t as Red neared and gave the pinned Wolf a little kiss.

“Three!” Red Wolf exclaimed and grabbed the French Maid's arm and threw it up victoriously; the victorious smiling maid looked down and placed her bare foot on Tara’s chest, “Care for two out of three, luv?”

Tara looked up and secretly winked.