Super Special: The Sinful Ones VS The Hunters, Part 2

Ruby exits her tiny ship and slowly heads back upstairs. Y'Tar follows after, watching the pint-sized pink female.

"Looks like we're saving him the trouble of finding you," he says as they reach the top. "Seeing as how we're headed there to take him out."

"But it won't just be him," Ruby's tiny voice speaks, sounding even tinier. "He has his whole army of Hunters, armed with lazer rifles and pistols, and they all know how to fight, too!"

"And so do we," Y'Tar says, heading back to his room. "Verde, call up any and all available Sinful Ones, and have them hurry to our position."

"Right away," Verde says, grabbing her PDA. She presses a few buttons here and there, then puts it away. "Their flying here as fast as they can."

"Brother," V'Bar asks from the front, "are we really going to fight ALL the Hunters?"

Y'Tar dons the black helmet of Transgression as he walks up to his sisters.

In the voice reminiscient of all the past Transgressions, Y'Tar answers, "Yes."

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*Thrust thrust thrust* a flabby pigman and that stout rodentman tag-team a busty female, her black hair matted with sweat and juices, her three-toed feet by her shoulders, her two tangerine eyes glazed over.

"Yeah, yeah!" the rodentman says from on top of her face, his nasty little zipklor going in and out of her mouth. The pigman grunts and squeals as he jams his wide zipklor into her zerbnif.

Rodentman reaches satisfaction, letting it go all over her face. Satisfied but exhausted, he makes his way to a mattress and lies down.

"Get up, you lazy rat!" 2nd in command Riptide roars. His shark-like teeth are flared at the hairy Hunter lying down. "You need to do maintenance checks on our trucks!"

Rodentman grumbles as he forces himself up.

Pigman satisfies inside the unmoving girl, moans forced out of her by the sheer force of his thrusting gut. He lathargically gets up, leaving the girl where she is, her legs falling limp to the floor. He cleans himself up as Riptide walks around the room.

"Captain needs to start limiting you guys' access to these cheap floosies," he says as he looks at the gasping female, her mouth still open and eyes still glazed over.

"You're just jealous," Pigman says with a snort.

"I can't help if the girls break when I use 'em," Riptide counters.

Another Hunter, a lanky triclops with a crew cut, peeks in.

"Hey guys," he says in his dopey voice. "Check out what's going on outside!"

Hurriedly, Riptide and Pigman follow Triclops to the front courtyard.