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Originally posted October 8, 2006
The muffled music of Missy Miss slowly penetrated Betty's head, stirring up a dizzying pain as the darkness gave way to blurry, swirling light. The young girl struggled in vain against the memory of who she was for just a few moments, but it was a losing battle. She slowly recognized a soft wet smacking sound every so often underneath her favorite music, and it only stood out more as the song ended and the clock radio started spewing commercials.
7:04 AM she glanced at the time before finally slipping out of bed, her long red hair unbound and flowing freely around her. Betty was wearing tight purple boxer shorts, which were pulled up all the way yet couldn't quite cover her hips, therefore showing top of her bum squeezed tightly by the stretched waistband; she also had on a gray tee shirt that clung tightly to her budding chest while only coming down to her belly button. After rubbing her irritated, bloodshot eyes, she looked over to her desk where the noise seemed to be coming from. With tail wagging, the fat ass of Sir Purrsifus, her mother's obnoxious cat, stuck up in the air as he licked at something. "Purrsy!" she growled while heading for the desk.
Upon hearing the redhead's voice, the cat shot her a quick sneer before jumping off the desk and darting out her bedroom door. On the blotter was a bowl, the insides nearly licked clean, surrounded by a few splattered remains of a delicious smelling brown liquid. Now quite confused, Betty picked up the foil top and looked at the shiny side, noting the message written in Galactic Standard:
"Betty, Feel better soon – Love, Zulia"
She wiped a bit of the remaining stew onto her finger and stuck it in her mouth, her eyebrows rising briefly at its sweet rich flavor. Sparky must have asked his mom to make it for me. I really should do something extra-nice for him, she thought while pinning the foil to her bulletin board as a reminder to send a thank-you note.
Then she looked at the bowl, which was almost as empty as she felt. Her aching body kept telling her to get back in bed, but her pounding headache threatened her with fragmented memories from the day before. Instead, she went over to her dresser and paused to look in the mirror. Only then did she notice that she wasn't wearing her own pajamas; in fact, she'd never seen these clothes before: the purple shorts had designs of little cartoon worms, cakes, grubs, and pies all over them. She quickly peeled off the shirt, her gorgeous young breasts pushing out in front of her as she stretched hard to pull the tight collar over her head. Looking it over for clues, she found a small tag sewn into the waist: Sparky.
He must have loaned them to me after I threw up, she tried to remember while checking herself for any other leftover signs of sickness. Apart from feeling lousy, her skin was clean and, upon smelling her loose hair, she realized it had recently been washed as well. Even her breath, though not minty fresh, wasn't at all foul and her teeth felt clean. I can barely even remember destroying that ship… and then getting really mad at Maximus. As the young girl tied back her hair and quickly brushed out her bangs, she reassured herself, At least I had the sense to wash up, so I guess nothing too bad happened, but a sudden pang of dread told her otherwise.
Betty tried not to think about it as she got dressed and slipped downstairs with her book bag. Quietly, she peeked into the living room to make sure her mother was taking her usual "after-coffee nap" on the couch. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she went into the kitchen and searched her book bag.
"Darn, I must have left it on the ship," she whispered to herself while ducking down and opening a lower cabinet. Inside, besides the seldom used baking dishes and pans, were several thermoses lined up, all having traces of sticky dried coffee on their edges. Still have to wash those. The youngster took one at random and gave it a quick rinse before carefully filling it with the coffee left in the maker; she poured a little into the thermos cup and, after blowing on it, Betty took a big sip.
"Yuck!" she coughed out with a grimace after forcing down the bitter liquid.
"You don't like the way I make coffee?" her father's pleasant voice wandered from the doorway before he walked over to greet her.
Betty forced a smile and tried not to look guilty. "Dad, you're home?" Her heart fell into her stomach as an inexplicable panic suddenly overwhelmed her.
"Something came up," he answered kindly while kneeling down to her level. "Anyway, since when do you drink coffee?" He gave her a loose hug and a kiss on the forehead, melting away her fear in an instant.
"About a week. I haven't been able to sleep and I've been extra busy," she admitted softly. "Just sometimes."
"From the way you're shaking I'd say you've had enough. Besides, you should at least leave a little for your old man," he teased while accepting a peck on the cheek from his little girl. Then he stood up again and went to the stove.
"I'm sorry," she said while pouring the coffee back into the decanter. "Mom's coffee tastes better, anyways. Nice and sweet."
"Hmm," he pondered for a moment. "If you're that worn out, honey, maybe you should stay home today. But no more coffee, okay?"
"Yes, Dad," she half smiled. "But I really can't miss school today. We're picking history projects and I want to make sure Noah's my partner."
"All right, but if you need to come home just call the office and I'll come get you," he offered while presenting her with a small omelet between two pieces of white bread. "Take this and run along before you're late."
"You made me breakfast? Thanks," she said while taking it and giving it a sniff. Though happy to have something for her empty stomach, she wondered if she'd be able to keep it down.
"Actually, thank your mom. She made it for Purrsy, but you look like you need it more." At this, Purrsy's expression changed from glee to shock, but Betty just grabbed her book bag and hurried off.

"Betty!" Miss Dourly suddenly called out to the girl with her chin resting on her hand. "Maybe you should read yours first before you fall completely asleep," the teacher wryly suggested. A few snickers were heard as Betty looked up in surprise. "You did remember yesterday's homework assignment?" The dowdy woman stood with her hands on her hips as she scowled.
"Uh, oh," Betty stuttered as the teacher stared at her. Looking more worried than his friend, Noah surreptitiously cupped a hand over his paper and started erasing his name.
"Ooh, little Miss Perfect forgot her homework?" Penelope Lang chirped softly, much to the delight of several other kids.
Noah then flicked the paper onto the floor before immediately bending over to get it. "Here it is!" he said while nervously picking it up and placing it on his best friend's desk. She looked down and saw her name written at the top of his assignment as he bolted back into his seat.
However, Miss Dourly immediately walked to Betty's desk and glared suspiciously at the redhead. "Why did you come to school today?" she sighed, continuing before the girl could respond. "If you're not feeling well then you should be at home in bed, not here getting your fellow students sick too. Take your things and go to the nurses office."
"No, that's…!" Betty protested until her bracelet started beeping and blinking. "Yes, Miss Dourly." She quickly got up and started pushing her stuff into her bag.
"One more thing," the teacher cautioned while taking the paper from the young girl's hands. "When you're feeling better, make sure you do your own assignments."
"Yes, ma'am," Betty humbly agreed before slinking out of the classroom.
The frumpy teacher turned around, slapping the assignment on Noah's desk before returning to the head of the class. "Very noble of you, Mr. Parker, but completely unacceptable. Understand?"
Penelope leaned forward and whispered to him, "Face it. Anything you do to help that loser is just gonna get you screwed."
"I think that's what he's hoping for," Sarah giggled back, causing most of the class to erupt in laughter. The embarrassed boy just sank down further in his chair.

"Oh, Atomic Betty," Admiral DeGill acknowledged coldly. The goldfish-turned-military leader spun around in his chair, revealing that he was holding a fishing pole and wearing a hat covered with lures. He quickly reeled in the small sinker and carefully removed the hat. "I'm afraid we have a very serious matter to discuss."
"Yes, sir." Slightly red-faced, Atomic Betty stood nervously at attention, flanked by her equally uptight crew members.
"At ease," he instructed while intently filling his pipe with bubble solution. The three took the correct position but certainly did not feel the spirit of this particular drill command.
"Now, Atomic Betty, I was contacted by Maximus I.Q. this morning and he had some rather harsh things to say about the way you conducted yourself yesterday. Now normally I wouldn't put much stock into anything that criminal mastermind says, especially since you've been doing such a terrific job of thwarting his many recent schemes. However, there's been quite a bit of buzz about some video clip posted on the Intergalacticnet that has me concerned, and I'd like to hear your side of the story before proceeding." With that, he blew out a few bubbles then gave the redhead a nod to proceed.
Betty sucked in a large breath of air and began to confess, struggling to remember exactly what had transpired the day before:
Deafening alarms blared and the Starcruiser shook wildly; the hull began to creak and groan as they started to lose operating power. Sparky and X-5 struggled to regain control of the ship as it was trapped helplessly between the opposing bottoms of two ancient Pharaohtine ships, both of which were quickly closing together on them. They could see their reflection in the shiny metal bottoms of the pyramid-shaped spacecraft, except for a meter-wide hole in the dead center of each.
"We can't break free," Sparky calmly reported as he tried various maneuvers to escape. "If we keep this up the engines will burn out."
"Power them down," Betty commanded before looking towards her faithful robot friend.
"It's no use, captain," X-5 intoned. "The ships are keeping us trapped between two powerful opposing magnetic fields which are being constricted by the super-conducting surfaces on both. The only reason we haven't been crushed already is because the ships need to use full thrust to force themselves close enough together. We have about two minutes left."
"What about the escape pods?"
"Negative. And even the tiny amount of metals in your spacesuits would cause you to be trapped and crushed," X-5 cheerlessly explained. "However, there is one possibility: I can polarize my metal body so that it will be sucked into one of the openings and, possibly, short out one of the generators long enough for the ship to break free."
"But what about you!" the green pilot objected.
"Sparky's right, X-5, we're not leaving you behind," their captain decided.
"Actually, the openings go straight through to the top of the ships, so I just need to reverse my polarity at the right instant and I'll be fired out the other side with considerable force. Even if I do get stuck, at least that will take out one of the generators until I can be freed."
"It sounds too risky," she pondered.
"I calculate that it's the only one of 762 possibilities with more than a three-percent chance of success."
"I still don't like it," Sparky grumbled while the robot opened his chest and rewired himself.
Betty bit her lower lip. "All right, I guess we don't have a choice. But if we don't detect your signal as soon as we're free, we're gonna tear both ships apart by hand if we have to. There's no way Maximus is getting his hands on you."
"Just hit my eject button and fire the engines. I'll activate once I'm away from the ship."
"Good luck, old buddy," Sparky tearfully said as Betty quickly saluted X-5 and pressed the button.
A tube descended from the ceiling and sucked the robot out into space. "Full power, Sparky," the redhead commanded. He complied, causing the ship to rumble and shake violently. However, within a few seconds the ship bolted forward, throwing the two back in their seats as they broke free of the deadly trap.
"Let's get X-5!"
"Already on it, chief!" Sparky called out while flying the ship up and chasing after X-5's signal. Within moments they had their robot friend in the net. "I'm dropping him in the cargo bay now," the pilot said moments before they both jumped from their seats and greeted X-5 as he returned to the bridge.
Then they saw the two Pharaohtine ships in the distance quickly accelerating towards each other. The two collided and there was a terrible explosion that shook the Starcruiser violently.
"That takes care of that, I guess," Betty said with a smile as she happily hugged her crewmates in celebration.
"Good work, commander," Sparky grinned.
"It was you guys who did it," she reminded them. All were supporting one another as more small shockwaves hit the Starcruiser.
As they took their seats, Maximus appeared on the display screen, shaking with rage. "Two! How dare you destroy two of my ships in one day? Tell me!"
"You can double your evil efforts and we'll just work twice as hard to put them down," she informed him. "Good will always triumph over evil, so you might as well do everyone a favor and just give up."
Maximus only ranted on more feverishly, "I am going to get you for this, Atomic Betty! Mark my words you worthless little girl, if I have to destroy the Galactic Guardians, your home planet, and even the entire galaxy, I'll have your ass!"
Betty looked shocked for a moment, almost tearful, but the fire in her belly quickly got the best of her. "Ooh!" Betty cooed while forcing a playful expression. "This ass?" she teased while turning around and putting her hands on her hips. After wiggling her bottom for a few moments, the beautiful guardian bent forward over her seat and hooked her thumbs up under her skirt. Quickly, she pulled her pink panties down to her knees and then lifted the hem of her skirt up to reveal her gorgeous cotton-white behind. The girl turned her head to the screen and winked. "You only wish you could get your dirty paws on this."
Then she teasingly gave herself a soft yet loud little spank before reaching to pull her panties back up. However, the ship was struck by a large piece of debris and she was sent reeling across the deck.
"I must have hit my head because I can't remember anything after that, Betty concluded her recollection. "In hindsight, I should have recognized that I was too ill to carry out the mission, and X-5 and Sparky are the only reason it succeeded. In the end, all I had to do was push one little button."
Sparky and X-5 nervously traded pained glances behind her back.
Tears started to form in the corners of her big green eyes, but Betty fought hard to keep her voice from wavering. "Furthermore, no matter what anyone did or said, I was completely wrong to have acted in such an unprofessional and disgraceful manner." She looked straight ahead at the wall behind his desk, unable to look her boss directly in the eye.
Admiral DeGill just stared at her with his eyes and mouth wide open, unable to believe the confession he was hearing. The pipe dropped from his mouth, landing on his desk with a click that snapped him out of his shock. "I…" The fish fell back in his chair and looked up in the air for a few moments, many thoughts racing through his mind as his gold skin turned bright red. Finally, he faced her again with a scowl. "I just don't know what to say, Atomic Betty. I never expected you, of all people, to ever take such leave of your senses. What's worse is that you know that I have absolutely no tolerance for inappropriate behavior during radio communications. Damnit young lady! Exposing yourself while in uniform could very well get you a court martial!"
"Excuse me, sir," Sparky meekly interrupted
"What!" the enraged fish barked.
Sparky cringed but managed to squeak out, "That's not exactly how it happened."
DeGill jumped up and stood on his chair. "Are you saying that what I just heard isn't the truth?"
"Well…" Sparky tried to explain until X-5 cut him off.
"With respect, Admiral, my colleague is trying to say that, perhaps due to her incapacitation, the captain may not recall yesterday's events accurately," X-5 said while opening his chest and rummaging around.
Sparky jumped in, "Besides, you know how she always takes the blame for stuff to keep anyone else from looking bad." The small green guy laughed nervously.
X-5 pulled out a video tape. "This is from the ship's recorder," he said as he put it in the admiral's VCR.
The Starcruiser was stuck, completely motionless as the two pyramids closed in on them. Betty wobbled back and forth while capping the thermos wedged between her leg and the arm of her chair. With shaky hands, she finished drinking what was in the cup and hastily snapped it onto the thermos, clumsily knocking it onto the floor afterwards. Then she just leaned back in her chair, her head swaying for no apparent reason.
The controls suddenly eked out a tiny beep as the engine temperature warning light turned on. "We're all gonna die!" Sparky cried out, tears streaming down his face as he fell to the floor and curled up in the fetal position. "Maaaamoooolaaaaah!"
"Oh no," Betty responded weakly as X-5 powered down the engines and eased the still-shivering pilot back into his seat. "We have to stop that," she slurred.
"Captain, I think I found something," X-5 eagerly informed her. "The openings on each ship are conduits for powerful electric currents which have created an intense magnetic field around our ship, and the shiny material is an ultra-cold super-conducting material which is keeping us trapped inside of the tightly-constricted magnetic field lines. I estimate it will take those ships two more minutes to reach full thrust and crush us, but that is just enough time for me to polarize my shell, propel myself into one of those openings and disable one of the generators."
"Cool." Betty clutched onto the arms of her chair, desperately trying to steady herself against absolutely no outside motion.
Sparky cried out, "No, X-5, don't leave us!"
"Quickly, press my eject button, captain, and retrieve me on the other side of the upper pyramid," X-5 instructed politely while ignoring both biological life forms' peculiar behavior. "Then again, in your current condition, you have a sixty-seven percent chance of…"
"Okey-dokey!" Betty called out while punching a button on her armrest. The ejection tube descended over Sparky and started sucking him up. Screaming continuously, he grabbed onto the thruster controls, causing the engines to return to full power, but then he lost his grip and was shot out into space.
Looking somewhat guilty, Betty put a hand over her mouth and chimed, "Oopsie! Sorry, Sparky."
The pyramids suddenly closed in on them much more quickly, getting so close that the engines' blasts hit the shiny surface, causing black char marks to engulf the bottoms of both ships. Suddenly, the Starcruiser lurched forward and shot out from between the Pharaohtine ships. X-5 steered it up above the other ships and raced after Sparky's jet trail.
"Sparky must have activated his jet pack to get back, but its ionizing trail pulled him through one of the ships," the robot explained while capturing the still-screaming Newtropian in the net. "Somehow, that made the superconductors get close to our overheating engines and become overheated too."
A few moments later, X-5 swung the ship around to face the pyramids again and throttled down the engines to full-stop. "Sparky's back on board, captain. Now, what should we do about those ships?"
The hatch opened and bedraggled Sparky returned to the bridge, hunched over and limping slightly as he massaged his knee. Betty quickly stumbled over to him and hugged his head tightly against her chest. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" she sobbed for a few moments before releasing him.
"That's okay, chief," he said uncomfortably. "By the way, as I went through the ship my knee hit a big switch marked polarity. Is that important?"
The three turned to look at the top of the Pharaohtine ship in the distance as it finally collided with the one below it. A tremendous shockwave went out around where the pyramids met, knocking Maximus' ship around for a loop but leaving everything above and below them completely untouched, including the Starcruiser. However, Betty could hardly stand up straight, so the two practically carried her back to her chair.
Just then, the viewscreen flicked on and Maximus appeared, absolutely furious, with Minimus cowering next to him. "You fucking twat!" the feline overlord screamed. "You just destroyed both of my Pharaohtine super-conducting generator ships, you stupid little whore!"
Betty dizzily blinked at him in disbelief and almost looked sorry for a moment, but then she just squinted at him in mild confusion.
Maximus bared his long teeth at them and growled, "I'm going to get you for this! I'll destroy your fucking Guardian friends, your fucking home planet, and the entire fucking galaxy if that's what it takes to get you. No more Mister Nice Evil Overlord – From now on, my only goal will be kicking your ass!"
"My ass?" Betty mocked him in a loud mumble. "Aww, does kitty cat want a piece of ass but can't get any? Tell me, Minimus, do you need to band-aid your fingers after jerking off his tiny little barbed penis?"
Everyone else's eyes went wide, but Betty obliviously continued while bringing her legs up in front of her. "I know what poor kitty needs," she said while slowly and clumsily pulling her bunny-themed panties straight out in front of her. The crotch piece dragged between her closed thighs until it reached her knees, at which point they snapped like a slingshot and hit Sparky in the face.
However, the intelligent fabric of her skirt kept her privates obscured at all times, even as she rolled over in her chair and presented her butt to the screen, her face planted in the seat. Reaching back, she tried to lift the skirt to reveal her beautifully-shaped bottom, but the smart cloth again thwarted her attempts at exhibitionism: it automatically stretched as she pulled up the hem and immediately closed any gaps made by her fingers.
Then, without warning, she slipped backwards out of the chair and fell hard on her bottom, sending her legs up in the air for a moment before she collapsed flat on her back. Sparky jumped out of his seat and, after quickly stuffing her underwear into his pocket, helped her get up.
Admiral DeGill stopped the tape, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it," he gasped while looking at the young girl. "You've never confused electric and magnetic fields before."
Sparky leaned over to X-5 and whispered nervously, "Is everything that happens on the ship recorded?" Betty just stared down at the floor, thoroughly ashamed of exactly how foolish and reckless she had actually behaved.
"Well, it's clear that you were ill and shouldn't have been on that mission. Do you feel any better now?" the admiral asked her.
"Not anymore," Betty whimpered while fighting back her tears.

When Betty rematerialized she was still rubbing her left wrist and staring at the tan line where her bracelet had been. "Suspended," she whispered sadly to herself, "and I didn't even get to say goodbye to X-5 and Sparky." Then, looking around, she found herself in the school corridor, not home where she had expected to be returned. As she started walking to the nurse's office the class bell rang and the hallway quickly filled with other students. Hurrying in hope that no one would notice her puffy eyes, she accidentally ran right into Dylan.
"Hey, Betty!" the pretty boy beamed. "Are you okay? I heard you'd gone home sick."
"Oh, yeah," she fidgeted nervously while only stealing quick glances at his face. "I was just going to the nurse's office but, uhm…" Again, she started rubbing her naked wrist.
"I hope you don't mind, but I picked you as my history-project partner, and our assignment's on the Trojan Horse. When you feel better we can get together and work on it."
"Oh, wow," Betty answered coolly, almost not believing her ears but still too depressed to be excited.
He suddenly took her left hand and held it up, looking at her wrist. "Did you lose your bracelet?"
Pretending to search the floor for it, she just nodded and tried to avoid letting him see her face.
"Hey, what's going on?" Noah suddenly interrupted, desperately trying to hide his jealousy.
Dylan let go of her hand and innocently explained, "We have to help Betty find her bracelet."
"Oh, that'll be easy: I'm sure it'll start beeping any minute now," Noah griped while rolling his eyes. "At least without it you won't keep disappearing all of a sudden," he half joked to his friend, but he didn't dare laugh when he saw Betty glaring at him: her eyes seemed to burn with anger and her face was nearly the color of her hair. Immediately, he held up his hands and began to tremble, afraid that he'd hurt her feelings. "I'm sorry! I know how much it means to you, and I'll definitely help look for it." Looking closer as she glared, the brown-haired boy noticed the puffy, dark lines under her eyes, plus she seemed to be trembling ever so slightly. His envy melted away and he was left looking sad. "But let me walk you to the nurse's office first 'cause you really don't look so good."
Though it was awkward and kind of an insult, Noah's observation struck her as genuinely caring. "You're right," she sighed, glad to get away from the young heartthrob before he could see how terrible she thought she looked, especially after her good friend had just mentioned it out loud.
"You two go and I'll keep looking," Dylan chirped. "If it's here, I'm sure we'll find it." Dylan slowly walked away, scouring the floor with his eyes.
"Thanks, but don't waste too much time. I'm sure I'll get it back… I hope." Then, without thinking, Betty took Noah's hand in hers and headed for the nurse's office.
Noah started to sweat like he always did when he was near his beautiful friend, but the hand he held seemed much warmer than normal. "Geez, Betty," he said while putting his free hand against her cheek and stopping her to look in her dilated eyes. "You're really hot!"
Megan's slow, nasally voice called out across the hallway, "Hey, Sarah, I think you were right!" Noah and Betty turned to see the pudgy girl with Penelope and Sarah, all three laughing at them.
Betty's large eyes blinked twice and she looked over at the mean girls. "What's that about?"
"Never mind," Noah grumbled while practically dragging her away as fast as he could.

"What a gyp!" Sparky grumbled while pacing back and forth across the Starcruiser's bridge. "DeGill should have at least let us take Atomic Betty home."
X-5, in his seat, tried to remain rational. "We're lucky that the admiral didn't punish us for not reporting the incident sooner, and it's only logical that he would question us further about her recent behavior without her being present."
"It still stinks, I tell ya! We should go check in on her and make sure she's all right." The big-nosed pilot picked up a large sandwich from the console and looked at it glumly before putting it back down. "I doubt some operative on Earth cares about Betty as much as we do."
X-5 rolled his eyes and clanked a metal hand on his forehead at his crewmate's cluelessness. "You heard the admiral's orders: we are to have no contact with the chief, and he will be watching for any unauthorized communications to or from Earth," the robot reminded his colleague. "Besides, the replacement should be arriving soon."
"Fine," Sparky moaned. "Maybe I'll just go clean up the fire control chamber and take a shower while we're waiting."
"Sparky?" X-5 sounded concerned. "While I greatly appreciate your sudden desire for cleanliness, I have to wonder if, after you've washed out the crew quarters, cargo bay, engine room, and bridge, plus taking seven showers all within the past twenty hours…"
"What! Can't a guy just do a little cleaning once in a while?" Sparky shot back. "I just don't like being so dirty, filthy," he added, slowly wrapping his arms around himself and cowering. "…disgusting, bad! Bad boy!" The green guy curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing. "Such a bad, naughty boy!"
X-5 sighed heavily. "I only meant that the ship is running low on water and I wonder if we should refill the tanks while we're here at headquarters."
"Oh." Sparky suddenly stopped his fretting and got up. "Yeah, I guess we might as well."
Just then, the view screen turned on and Admiral DeGill appeared, laying on a massage table as a larger female fish smeared tartar sauce on his back and began rubbing him down. "Ah, Sparky and X-5. Your replacement should be teleporting up any moment now.
"Temporary replacement," Sparky interjected.
"Ah, right. Anyway, we're stepping up the patrols in the B quadrant to keep a watch out for Maximus's next move, but keep in mind that he has operatives everywhere, so you should move around as necessary. Contact headquarters immediately if you notice anything suspicious."
"Yes, sir," the two saluted, standing at attention until DeGill saluted back and the screen went dark. The hatch behind them then opened and they turned to see their newest crew member. Both were shocked to see the golden-haired pretty boy strut onto the bridge.
With a big smile he saluted them, "Atomic Roger, reporting for duty!"

"You were right, Dad. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today," Betty sighed as she sat slumped in the passenger seat of her father's car. The sad youngster stared up at a lone puffy white cloud as it floated freely across the bright blue sky. "This has been the worst day of my life."
"Don't worry about it, honey," he said as they pulled into the driveway. "You go inside and get some rest, and I'll see you at dinner. In the meantime, I'm sure your mother will do something to make you feel better."
"Thanks for picking me up, Dad. I'm sorry you had to leave the office," she apologized while unbuckling her seat belt. He just bent forward and hugged her tightly before tilting his head down to kiss her forehead. However, she clung tightly and turned her face towards his, kissing him square on the lips for several seconds. Just holding her warm lips against his, she reveled in the feeling of their closeness as his breath caressed her cheek.
Smacking his lips to end the awkward kiss, her father leaned back and looked at her with a curious smile. Betty fumbled nervously with the door handle to no avail. "Sorry, I spaced out. I didn't mean to, uhm, give you my cold!"
Dad leaned across her, getting her attention, and unlocked her door. "Don't worry 'bout it, pumpkin." He smiled at her as she got out of the car and rushed to the front door. Betty turned around and waved until he had pulled away. Only then did she slowly open the front door, being quiet so that her mother might not hear her.
After slipping over the threshold, the redhead kept herself against the outside wall and closed the door ever so gently. Furtively, she started to peek around the doorframe into the living room, hoping that her mother would be asleep on the couch. However, no sooner had she caught the briefest glimpse of her mother's poofy blonde hair over the end of the couch she heard her Mom talking.
"Aww, who's my favorite little guy!" the blonde woman nearly giggled in a patronizing tone. "Yes you are! Do you have kissy-wissies for me?"
"Purrsy!" Betty hissed to herself as a series of rapid kissing noises filled the living room. Even with her mother facing away from the stairs, Betty knew it would be impossible to get by without the cat noticing and alerting her mom. The young girl decided to wait until Purrsy got annoyed enough to get away and hide from her. The redhead quietly leaned back in the small corner and rested her book bag underneath herself.
"You're such a good boy, always so happy to spend time with me, aren't you, you little cutie pie?" the eccentric woman babbled. "Daddy's always working and Betty keeps running off , but you always love to spend time with me. Yes you do!"
The young heroine's headache started getting much worse as her mother continued, but at least her stomach didn't have enough in it to make her worry about vomiting.
"You can touch me there. That's okay. I like it when you do that." Then the blonde sighed longingly. "Ahhh, you just can't wait to get your paws on my breasts, can you? Go ahead." Then she moaned loudly, "Ohhh, I love it when you get so excited."
Betty's eyes went wide as dinner plates and a cold chill ran through her body, freezing her in place. Both horrified and intrigued at the same time, she started taking short, deep breaths to keep from gasping out loud and giving herself away.
"Okay, down you go. See how excited you got me, too?" Then she heard soft lapping noises sprinkled with her mother's delighted squeals. "That's it baby, lick me there, baby. Oh! You're so rough it almost hurts, but it feels so nice!"
Becoming dizzy at the sounds of her mother's unnatural lovemaking, the youngster leaned hard into the wall and closed her eyes. However, that only made the mental image of the cat's head between her mother's legs that much more clear.
"You like how it tastes, don't you?" the woman teased. "Have as much as you want, sweetie, but don't forget that I have an even better treat for you too."
Betty started to sink down in the corner, her knees spreading wide apart and exposing her pink satin panties to the cool air. For an instant, the young redhead thought about the feeling of warm, soft fur running up and down between her thighs while a tiny little tongue made a series of short hard laps against her most-intimate places. As her mother continued to moan and sigh, Betty's hands crept down her hips and then to her thighs. Her fingers brushed lightly over her tender young skin, ever so slowly getting closer to her moistening sex.
"Aggh!" her mother squeaked. "You drive me crazy! Oooh, and what's that between your legs?" her mother laughed playfully. "I see you like this as much as I do, eh?"
The thought of soft paws kneading her own chest filled Betty's head as she slid her index finger inside the leg opening of her panties, rubbing it up and down along the edge of her labia. The pink satin was already damp with her juices, and soon she added a second finger and worked them into the edge of her slit. She imagined kitty whiskers tickling the insides of her legs as a warm, wet nose teased her clitoris and his muzzle rolled her pussy lips around in a circular motion as he tried to work his tongue into her depths.
Her mother cooed out more instructions in the other room, "Okay, now come up here and put that monster inside me. Oooh! Now rest your head up here. Suck my nipple – bite it if you want! Ahh yes! Not so fast… just like we always do it. You're such a good boy. That's why I love you so much!"
Betty was now panting as she parted her lower lips and pushed her fingers into the edge of her slick hole. Her thumb scraped roughly at her love button through the satin and she brought her right hand up under her shirt, gripping and clawing at her own breasts. Suddenly, she realized that her imaginary feline lover was not Purrsy— it was Maximus I.Q.! His arms wrapped around her and his paws shivered as he stroked her hair, gripping several small tresses at a time between his tense digits. In her dream, Betty dug her fingers into his fur and pulled herself closer as his large, warm wet tongue licked the side of her face and into her ear, making her tremble in reality.
"Show me how much you love me!" someone cried out, but she couldn't tell if it came from the living room or her own imagination. The redhead's chest heaved and her panting mixed in with the sounds of lust from the other room as she slowly forced her fingers inside of her vagina, imagining it was the super villain's thick cock penetrating her instead.
"Make me yours! Make me yours forever!" the blonde cried out between moans and gasps of ecstasy. A soft rhythmic slapping could be heard from the couch, mixing almost in time with the slurking sounds as Betty pushed her panties aside with her knuckles. The redhead started finger-fucking herself intensely while attacking her exposed clit with her thumb.
The little girl curled up her left pinkie between her ass cheeks. In her mind, Maximus had Betty in his lap, facing him as he pounded from below and reached a paw down to her ass, gently scraping one claw up and down inside of her butt cheeks and occasionally teasing her back door. Betty arched her back and accepted each thrust as the unreal overlord pulled her head back by her hair and looked her in the eyes.
"How could what I always despised become what I love most?" he asked before opening his mouth and kissing her deeply, those sharp feline teeth pressing into her lips as she eagerly accepted his tongue into her mouth and kissed back with all her might; in reality, her mouth opened and her tongue flailed around her lips and teeth, moistening them with a shiny coat of fresh saliva.
For an instant, the thought of being thoroughly ravaged by the most-vile scoundrel in the universe made her feel as safe and happy as being in her father's arms. Before the thought could sink in, the cries of her mother distracted her. The small slapping sounds got louder and faster as her mother continued to moan and whimper in ecstasy.
"Now! Do me hard, baby! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'm cumming! Come, baby, cum with me! Uuurgh!"
Betty hooked her fingers inside of herself, grasping around inside her love channel until she stumbled across a rough patch just a little ways inside. Abandoning her butthole, she forced her ring finger into her vagina as well, shaking her left hand violently to stimulate the inside and outside of her slit as more juices leaked down into her panties and dripped down the bottom of her exposed butt cheek.
The youngster bit her lower lip hard and held her breath, shaking her head back and forth violently as her insides retched and pulled at her three invading fingers. Her right hand clawed at her own stomach as the orgasm hit her like a brick wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought her way through the last throes of her climax.
Though every muscle in her body was tired and cramped, the redhead held herself in that corner perfectly still, breathing heavily through her nose as the world gradually started to make sense again.
"Ooh, I can feel your love inside me," her mother giggled from the couch, followed by the sound of several gentle kisses. "We'll have to do this again soon, but we'd better wash up before Betty gets home."
After finally calming down enough, Betty managed to pick her underwear back in place and quickly wipe her hand against the inside of her skirt before pushing herself back up in the narrow corner. Then she looked to see if she'd left any traces of her activities on the carpet, but there were just a few spots of her juices on the outside of her book bag beneath her. She picked it up and also placed her other hand on the door knob, in case she had to go back outside to escape detection. While waiting, she began to realize what had just happened. What's wrong with me? she wondered in a half-panic. Nothing could be more disgusting than me making love with Maximus!
Then she heard more loud licking noises from the other room. "Yes, you're so lucky you can lick yourself clean," her mother noticed in amazement. "But I still have to give you a real bath or your mother will kill me!"
"Yes, auntie," the contented voice of her younger cousin Kyle sighed.
Betty's gorgeous green eyes went wide in shock and she forgot to breathe. Barely believing it was true, she glimpsed the unlikely pair from behind as they grabbed their clothes and headed for the downstairs bathroom.
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