The Vespidian

Arc 11 Blood Moon

Chapter 3

“Vesper~ Vesper~ wake up dear, breakfast will be ready soon.” Said a voice through my hazy dreams.

I rolled over grumbling as my antennae twitch, smelling something frying in a pan. My eyes peek open, blinking several times as I sat up yawning and stretching. After a moment of looking around, I focused in on the figure who was standing at the recently installed kitchen area of my room. I had complained about the lack of food variety, and Xava had delivered.

Speaking of her, that bare booty could be none other than Xava as she happily hummed in only an apron… it was the fabled naked apron service. I looked around wondering if I had died and gone to heaven at some point. Now we just need a dog and a white picket fence around our nice green yard. She could fetch me my slippers and ask if I would like dinner first, a bath, or her~

Part of that didn’t sound right, and I slapped myself. Sure enough, my foggy headed half asleep delusions fled. I knew something was wrong with that; I can’t wear shoes, let alone slippers.

I made my way over behind her and let my tentacles grope her in a hug. Before long they started getting frisky, and things devolved into a morning mating. It was pretty lovely, eggs were made, no, well I should say laid. As for the food, well that got forgotten about as I took her on the butcher block and we only ended up stopping when there was smoke coming from my ruined breakfast. I received a sizzling hot pan to the tentacle. This was domestic violence! Abuse, abuse! I reeled back whimpering as my mate waved it about fending me off, upset over wasting food.

“Vesper! Control yourself will you?” Xava said crossing her arms over her distended belly that is now gurgling with my brood and sighing in an I give up sort of way.

“You were doing it too! What is with the naked apron if you were not looking to get scrambled with some of my eggs?” I looked away from her embarrassed a little. The burn had already healed. Sure it was my fault, but… eh, ok, ok it is my fault. I deserved a pan for the trouble I caused, “Sorry.”

“It is fine, but at this rate, I am going to run out of storage. I never thought that there would be something that you wanted to do more than eating. Clearly, I underestimated your production capabilities.”

I rubbed a finger on the table, “I can’t help it. I thought my mind was in the gutter before, but I just see ass, and my mind goes ‘let’s put eggs in that’ I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore.”

“It is not your fault. It is just what you are. I will figure something out, but for now, I will have to put them in cold storage or the incubators. I might have to make a large tank to put them into.” Xava reassured me while talking to herself about our potential problem.

“So you are saying we need more storage?” I asked.

“At this rate, I will run out of extra bodies in a week.”

“I see,” I replied rubbing my chin, “So we need more bodies?”

Xava was thinking it over, “At best that would be a stop gap. Dr. Arbor and I will figure out a proper incubation system, but in the meantime we will have to make do.”

My stomach growled from all that my early morning excitement and Xava handed me the dirty pan pointing at the sink. Reluctantly, I started scrubbing at it in the soapy water. After a little bit, it was cleaned, and I set it to the side. Xava had set to work once more making some drool inspiring food. Having managed to keep my libido in check long enough for her to finish she sat in my lap and we ate together. Well, I ate, and she watched me since she doesn’t eat after all.

She had fried up some chicken breasts and thighs seasoned with garlic and robust chives. I mean, I would eat it raw, salmonella be damned! Although hmm my stomach is rather healthy so I doubt I could get sick from that. I had eaten raw radioactive roach before, so the chicken wasn’t so bad. No matter the case it did taste better nice and cooked up.

I plopped a hand on her head smiling, “Tastes great Xava!”

“Oh, I see. Well then care to kiss the cook?” she smirked leaning in.

Well, we did a lot more than that. Two hours, three disheveled robo nurses, and one very pleased wasp later I was ready for the day. Well, I was, up until I was informed that Molotov wanted me in her office. Oh boy… what did I do this time? I couldn’t think of anything that would anger that little monster.

I had gotten used to the... compound? Lair? Secret underground base… Xava’s central command cortex. It didn’t really matter what it was called, it was home. The corridors were large enough for me not to scrape my head while crawling or break the walls just by moving around. Today I was going somewhere new.

Up the elevator and down several winding corridors from my room was the meeting area. It was large and spacious. I could stand in here. In the center of the room was a large round table which had an oddly shaped gouge in it. Molotov sat in her chair petting her hairless cat. Over to her left side was Glitter Kitten, seated rather quietly. Her arm was in a sling, and her hand was in a caste.

“You are late.” Scolded Molotov, making me quickly retreat to where she pointed.

Apparently, the massive cut in the table was my spot on account of how large I was. I sat down obediently, leaning in a little bit looking between the two. Glitter Kitten looked like she had seen some better days. She was ruffed up a fair bit and looked generally exhausted. I get the feeling she hasn’t been sleeping well recently.

“So eh… what is going on?” I asked.

Molotov replied, “It seems that Glitter Kitten needs some help in the slums. From what I hear the- what did you call them again?”

“Scalies,” stammered Glitter Kitten, looking down at the table.

“The Scalies have been causing trouble since the hammer strike. As you can see from her broken hand, they mean business.”

I nodded, “So what do you want me to do?”

Molotov waved her hand dismissively, “Go down there and deal with it. You can kill them, eat them, fuck them, whatever else it is you might do. I don’t particularly care, just get this issue sorted out before it become my problem. I will be watching, so be sure to take care of it, or I will take care of you.”

I shook, holding myself, “Understood. I will deal with them.”

Molotov smiled, “Good. Now get out of here you lazy wasp. Unlike you I have important things to do. I need to take Miss Wiggles to the groomer.”

“The groomer?” asked Glitter Kitten, “But it doesn’t have fur.”

She scowled at us, “Miss Wiggles is getting an herbal essence mud massage. It helps keep her smooth and soft. Like premium pussy always should be.”

“That is one pampered pussy,” I said a bit jealous. I kind of want a fancy massage. Ah, I should ask Xava she would help me out with that. Oh, but what should I bathe in?

She could lather us in jelly, strawberry jelly.

Well, that is an idea.

“Yes, she is. Now then why are you two still here? Do you perhaps wish to have turnip shoved so far up your ass it replaces that useless brain of yours?”

I would have gone on a bit with Sub about this, but the terror that prey feels when a predator is about to pounce scurried up my spine. Both I and Glitter Kitten fled from the room. We didn’t stop until we were at the far end of the corridor next to the elevator.

Now that it was just me and Glitter Kitten, I looked her over a little better. She was wearing the catsuit that she wore when doing villainy stuff. It was unzipped in the front almost letting her kitty titties hang out. She wasn’t wearing a bra or anything, so it was a lovely view of that packed in cleavage.

“Nyaa so Vesper… is that really you?” she asked.

I looked myself up and down, “It is… why? Do I look weird?”

“Nyoo I mean, last time I saw you- you were barely alive. I… I should have visited you earlier.” Said Glitter Kitten getting a little depressed.

I pat her on the back, “It is fine. Don’t feel bad. I hear you have been rather busy. Besides, even if you had come, I doubt you would have been able to see me.”

We entered the elevator ascending towards the ground level. Glitter Kitten placed a hand on my leg, rubbing it a little, “It has been a week, but for this much to change. What happened you are so big?!”

“Dr. Arbor got me with her special sauce, and up until a couple of days ago I was a giant grub thing.”

“A grub? Did it, did it hurt?” she asked concerned.

My fingers rubbed my chin, “Hmm well it did at first, but now it all fine so no worries.”

“Thanks for helping it means a lot. Thumper isn’t going to be much help until her broken leg is healed and well my hand is still recovering. Sorry to bother you.”

“It must be rough huh? I mean if the Scalies managed to hurt you guys this much it must be a problem. So how did your hand get broken? I can’t imagine you getting caught off guard unless they have a speed super?”

She seemed to freeze up for a moment. I paused staring at her, even waving a tentacle in front of her face before letting it coil around her. She shook her head snapping out of whatever that was. “You ok?” I asked.

“Sorry Vesper was just lost in thought for a moment there.” She replied fidgeting a little bit.

She smelled anxious, maybe even scared… perhaps I shouldn’t be poking into something. That being said, I needed information about what sorts of things we are up against. “So the Scalies, what powers they got?”

“The Scalies? Oh, oh yes, the Scalies. Slither is their leader; she can vanish and is really sneaky. Rok Croc is the second in command, just an endurance super I believe he was a rank 5 or something. As for the others, there was Croaker can stick to any surface and jump really high, also has a prehensile tongue that is poisonous. Bubbles is another looks similar to a poison dart frog but can make bubbles to drown her prey. Those are the big ones; the rest are small fry.”

I thought on it; something wasn’t adding up here. It didn’t sound like the Scalies were that much of a threat. But Glitter Kitten was hurt, and apparently, Thumper was too. So clearly I must be underestimating them. If Slither can just up and vanish, then that would be hard to deal with. It reminded me of Sheila. Ah then yeah I could definitely see Glitter Kitten getting jumped.

“I see, well as long as I can smell them or hear them then we should be fine. I got a lot stronger after all. Boris and I are on par just about.” I smiled to her reassuringly, though it seemed to have an opposite effect as she started smelling of fear.

“Boris you mean you are as strong as him?”

“Well just about. Pretty cool right?”

She gulped, “Oh yeah. I feel better already.”

Well, I didn’t like how she was stressed over this. So I changed the subject, “How are the kittens by the way? Is Snowball still being good?”

She eyed me, “Why do you wanna know about my kittens?”

I blinked at her a few times, “Are you ok Glitter Kitten?”

She crossed her arms, scoffing a little, “Nyes I am purfectly fine. Why do you ask?”

“You sure you ok? Don’t you remember that you said it was fine to play with your kittens?” At this point, I had stopped and stared down at her.

She rubbed her head, wincing, “I… I did? Maybe I am getting too stressed over stuff lately.”

“Well after we deal with these scalies or whatever then I am sure Molotov will let you have some time off.”

She smiled a little, “That sounds nice. I could use a nice long cat nyap.”

~~***~~

Molotov sat petting Miss Wiggles. Beside her sat the Sanguine Puppeteer wearing the overly large mask covered in eyes. Her feet swaying merrily. She sipped at the tea seemingly amused over something.

“I did what you told me to.”

“Yes, you did, and for that, I will be sure to reward you later.”

“Should I dare ask what has you in such a good mood?” said Molotov trying not to look at the other person.

“Oh did you not notice?”

“What that Glitter Kitten has been mind controlled?”

“Oh, you did know?! No fun. How did you figure it out?”

“Miss Wiggles told me. Which is why she is getting a treat.”

“Oh, I see~ Such a good kitty. Good Miss Wiggles.” Smiles Ichigo, wiggling her fingers for the hairless cat to play with. “What do you plan on doing about it?”

“Depending on what happens I should probably kill Glitter Kitten. She is a liability after all.”

Ichigo thought it over, “Well you could, but it is not like she wanted to turn on you. Besides, I doubt Vesper will be pleased if you do.”

“I know, but it is not like you are going to fix things… wait you planned this didn’t you?”

She said slyly, “Maybe.”

“Playing games with your new toy?”

“If she does well, then I will reward her.”

“If not?”

“Oh? Well, I will have to punish her, won’t I?”

Molotov almost turned blue, “What are you going to make her do?”

The unhinged smile of the mask moved slightly as a finger rose up making a shhh gesture, “Secret.”