Her body slick with the sweat from her recent wrestling triumph, Regina staggered through the late-night streets of Metro City in a daze. She felt so strange. So strong. It was as though there was something off about, well, herself. A casual glance at a passerby sent them cowering away in fear when all Regina wanted were some directions back to her hotel.
That Poison chick? God, she was something else, all right. With barely a care, that pink-haired punk threw her into a wrestling ring with no warning. Like it was the most casual thing in the world. Or like–
Regina’s cock twinged and her balls pulsed. Lusts clouded her thoughts, and a hungry, horny, cocky grin spread across Rura’s lips.
Yeah, Big Boss Poison knew her shit, scouting Rura! And sure, her first-ever match was against a weirdo scrub. That dumbass weeb in the technicolor samurai getup didn’t stand a chance against her prehistoric dino-might!
“Heh.” Rura smirked at her own pun.
Of course, the better part of the bargain came after that little one-sider of a match. Poison didn’t just want wrestlers. She wanted to get the gang back together, this time under her own poisonous management style. And lucky Rura was her first new lieutenant! She’d get her own territory, a perfect stage for her to take over, and keep her powerful grip on.
Ru–Regina shook her head. It was late, and she wasn’t really prepared for it, but she felt a strange urge to pay a visit to Metro City GeneTechs. It was part of why she was in the city in the first place, finding herself investigating yet another facility rumored to be breeding vicious, powerful dinosaurs of all things–
And Rura thought that was fuckin’ amazing!
Ready to stake her claim to a turf, Rura raised a powerful arm and hailed a taxi.
*****
“Ugh…finally.”
Dr. Alexandria Applegate exited MCGT through the employee access, relieved to be finished with what had turned into a twelve-hour day largely spent bent over microscopes. Rubbing her sore neck, she thought of little else but driving home, putting on an ice-pack, and then just crashing until she’d inevitably have to repeat the process first thing in the morning. But her thoughts of home were interrupted by the screech of a speeding car.
A speeding taxi, in fact that barreled into the parking lot at a velocity too fast for the freeway.
Her PhD-worthy mind overtired from her long workdays, Alexandria could do little but gape as the taxi swerved into a nearby curb and screeched to a halt. The stop was so sudden that the little car leaned dangerously to one side, tilting up off of its left tires before righting itself. And from the passenger compartment emerged an unruly, Amazonian woman dressed like a perverse parody of prehistory. The woman rubbed at her crotch as she slammed the door, and apparently considered flipping the poor driver off a payment of her fare.
The sight of the intimidating woman kicked Alexandria out of her fugue. She needed to get back in the lab and alert security that some crazy woman was intruding on the premises. She turned to the door–
“Hey! Labcoat!”
Alexandria froze at the woman’s barking voice. She wasn’t wearing her lab coat. She just had her usual blouse and slacks on. So how did she–wait. That didn’t matter. What mattered was getting inside and awaaaaaaaaaay—!!!!
Alexandria shrieked as the modern-day cavewoman grappled her around the waist, and then lifted her off the ground. Her assailant arched her back, and Alexandriva was pulled up and over in move that, had she followed wrestling, she might have recognized as a suplex. But alas, Alexandria hadn’t, and so she had no name for the move that sent her head over heels, and that made her see stars as the crown of her head collided with the pavement.
“Ugh…”
Alexandria’s head throbbed for a new reason now. Her exhausting workdays no longer registered as she was allowed to stand, woozy from the blow she just took. Her brunette hair, which she had kept in a professional bun all day, had become a disheveled mess as a few lines of her middle-age faded from her cheeks. “What…what…”
What was that intoxicating scent?
Dazed by the blow, Alexandria put up no fight as the cavewoman tore her ID card from the lanyard around her neck.
******
Rura smirked. With a little brute force, this territorial takeover was gonna be a breeze. She glanced at the name on the ID. Alexandria Applegate? Fuckin’ science name. Rura turned her leer to the stunned woman before her. “Huh? You look younger than your picture. This really you, Double-A?”
“D-Double…A?” The doctor’s pupil’s dilated as she spoke. The brunette breathed deep, long breaths. “Y-Yeah…Double-A…” She let out a low, cackling giggle.
Rura shrugged it off. The doc must have had a concussion or somethin’. Not my problem! “This lab here is my turf now, got it? You’re not gonna get in my way, are you?”
“N-Nooooooo…” Alexandria cackled again and fell to her knees, her once sensible slacks tearing at the seams as her blouse began to warp. The doctor looked even younger under the dim lighting of the parking lot. Less an experienced doctor and more a fresh-faced pre-med major. “Hee hee…need…need more…”
“...M-More?” Regina became aware something again was off, but her surfacing confusion melted away with another powerful pulse between her legs.
Rura knew what Double-A wanted. She was on her knees and staring at her bulge. The craven, cock-hungry little fuck! Well, if that’s what Double-A wanted…
With a rough, commanding grip, Rura took Double-A by the hair and pressed her empty-headed gaze into her pulsing crotch. And the doc…her minion happily huffed away, getting off on her boss’s musk like the pervy little sub she was.
And just when Double-A was really starting to enjoy it, Rura yanked the eager little shit to her feet.
Double-A was everything Rura could want in a minion. She was toned and beautiful (though not as much as Rura herself, natch). Her outfit was highlighted by a black leather skirt, fishnets, and a leopard-print fur bikini top with a tiger-stripe furred bolero over it. Yeah, she had kind of a prehistoric look…from the perspective of someone spending five minutes in a thrift store and finding the first shit that vaguely felt appropriate.
But Double-A was just a minion, after all. Eager to please, appreciative whether Rura praised her work or backhanded her across the jaw, and ready to take both deliver and take beatings whenever some dumb punk would seek to fight Rura for her turf. If this were all a game, Double-A would just be one of Rura’s, and the new Mad Gear’s, countless thugs, punks, whores, and goons.
And Double-A did do good work. Rura wasn’t sure how, but her minion managed to get a keycard to the lab. They had a way in that wouldn’t require immediately getting in a fight with the rent-a-cops on the site.
Pity, that.
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