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Sharing Too Much	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Atomic Betty Views: 5957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted December 11, 2006
The Starcruiser's screen lit up with Admiral DeGill's face, but at first everyone on the bridge just looked at him without saying anything. Finally X-5 turned around and motioned to Sparky, reminding him that he was in charge. The Newtropian saluted smartly and called out, "Oh, reporting for duty! Sorry about that, sir, but this still takes some getting used to."
"Hmm, I was just thinking the same thing," the goldfish said with a grunt. "Anyway, I have a mission for you."
"What is it, sir?"
"Last month, Maximus's agents stole a prototype stealth strike-attack vessel, Spacewolf, from a research facility on Lingus 69, and we believed he was planning to use it as part of a larger invasion force. Fortunately, the craft is highly-specialized and they ended up recruiting two test-flight crew members who happened to be undercover operatives of ours. The pilot is Stringtheory Hawk, and his co-pilot is the always-earnest Borg-9. They were able to provide information about the fleet being amassed, but the target was never revealed.
"Then, about two weeks ago, they reported that the invasion had suddenly been set aside, presumably for something more important. So we instructed them to bring the ship back to headquarters at the first chance they got. According to other sources, they succeeded in stealing it three days ago."
"That's a good thing, then, right?" Sparky offered.
"It should be, but as of yet they have failed to return to headquarters. We fear that the ship was crippled while escaping or they are stuck in hiding somewhere, so you must go find them and bring them back. The last report was that they were heading towards the Mesa Nebula."
Roger piped up, "If it's a stealth ship then how do we find them?"
"Unfortunately, the LoJack hadn't been installed yet, so you'll just have to thoroughly search the sector and hope they see you and make contact." The admiral blew a few bubbles on his pipe and then sternly added, "Oh, and one more thing: be very careful when bringing it back and don't try to push it to its limits."
"Ah, because it's a valuable prototype that hasn't been fully tested?" Sparky guessed.
"Uhm, that too I suppose, but actually because we hadn't insured it yet. That's why we wanted to steal it back from Maximus instead of just paying for a new one." With that, he saluted and the crew saluted back as the monitor turned off.
"I guess we have to set a course for the Mesa Nebula, Roger." Then Sparky sighed, "So much for helping out the chief. This will probably take a while."
X-5 spoke up, "Actually, this might actually work to our advantage. I have an idea that should enable us to find them quickly and also buy us some time to continue investigating Atomic Betty's problems."
"And if we can borrow the stealth ship then we can visit Earth without being detected!" Sparky nearly shouted.
"I guess you could say this'll keep us off the Admiral's radar for a while," Roger slyly added. X-5 just groaned.

Betty managed to keep up with Duncan as he tromped through the forest, forcing his way through the shrubs and low branches which then snapped back at her. The girl barely managed to dodge them in the twilight as she also had to watch her footing with all of the dead leaves, mud, and bits of dirty snow as they continued without a path to follow. After stretching his legs to cross a narrow muddy stream, he turned back and reached out a hand to the redhead. As the small girl reached for it, he snatched her wrist and yanked her across the divide. "C'mon, move it!" he grunted while almost dragging her a few more meters.
"All right," she growled while snapping her arm from his powerful grip. He stopped short, surprised by the ease which she had freed herself, and they stared at each other bitterly for a moment. However, that quiet pause allowed her to hear voices in the distance. Betty suddenly turned away from him and figured out precisely where it was coming from. "Over here," she sighed before deftly slipping through the brush towards the sounds, getting well ahead of the bully.
At the edge of a clearing she stopped and reviewed the scene. There were five high-school kids there, standing around a small campfire, and there were a few small backpacks laying against some nearby trees. They laughed and horsed around while drinking cans of beer and passing a smoke around. It took the naive girl a moment to realize it wasn't an ordinary cigarette. A boy in a tuke was making out with a short blonde girl, and Betty could easily see that he had his hands up under her sweater, exposing her midriff and back to the chilly air. Next to them was a tall skinny boy with very straight black hair talking to a girl with very short brown hair, a denim skirt, and several nose and ear piercings. Finally, a mid-sized bald-headed boy was leaning back against a tree, listening intently with only the hint of a smile.
They all seemed to be having a good time, not worrying about anything except enjoying the moment, and that started to make the redhead jealous. After years of having the fate of worlds put upon her tiny shoulders, the sight of them cavorting so freely filled her with anger. But, she couldn't tell if she hated them for being so oblivious about the universe around them or hated herself for sacrificing so much while fighting to protect people like them.
Duncan finally caught up with her and gave her a relatively-gentle shove forward. "Come on. You came here to lighten up, right?" Then he turned to the others, "Hey, guys. This is the girl I was telling you about."
"Heya, Tiny!" the tuke-wearing boy called back and the others greeted them casually before staring expectantly at the new friend he'd brought.
Hundreds of times before, she had jumped into openly hostile and extremely dangerous situations without a moment's hesitation, but on her home planet a pack of playful teenagers made her heart race. "Uh, hi!" the redheaded girl forced out before taking a few steps forward.
"Hey, you're awfully cute, Red!" tuke boy called out to her, and his partner just laughed and then whispered something into his ear, prompting him to resume their make-out session. Meanwhile, Duncan handed their money to another large boy with straight black hair, who then looked Betty up and down with a wide toothy grin that would creep out Freddy Kruger. Her heart sank into her stomach and she started to perspire, wondering if she could really trust these friends of Duncan or if she should leave before something – she didn't know what – happened.
The punk girl approached her with a big smile. "Hey, so you're Tiny's friend? They call me Punky. And those two joined at the mouth are Tuke and Dizzy, and that's Chrome," she indicated the bald boy, who just nodded back. Then she glanced towards the black-haired boy, "and we just call him Creepy. Don't worry: they're all bark and no bite… unless you like that sort of thing," she laughed with a wink. The younger girl smiled a little, though it was more nervous than knowing. "Anyway, we don't go too crazy on school nights, so can I start you off with a beer?" Punky put a hand on the redhead's shoulder as she turned to the boys by the backpacks.
"Actually," she interrupted, tensely rubbing her mittens together while figuring out how to ask politely, "I have to meet someone soon and I'm really nervous, so I need something he won't smell on me – just a little something."
"Ah, a date with a cute guy, eh? Well, I know what'll put you in the mood for romance without getting all freaky." The older girl smiled and walked Betty over to the fire before going over to the packs.
Tuke, Dizzy and Creepy made small talk with Betty for a few minutes, asking her about the teachers at their old junior high and then sharing some of their own war stories from their days in her school. Betty just nodded and laughed when it seemed appropriate, not really appreciating how they could find joy in the kinds of behavior they were admitting. "…and the things I had to do for Petersen so he wouldn't tell my mom, geez!" the blonde girl finished saying as Punky patted Betty on the back and handed her a large Tim Horton's cup.
"One screwdriver for the new girl," Punky stated gleefully. She then held up a miniature vodka bottle, which was still half full, before handing it to Betty as well. "I didn't want to make it too strong since you're not that big, but here's the rest if you need it." Duncan and the bald boy joined everyone else around the fire.
"Thanks!" Forgetting herself, Betty slowly took a big sip, feeling an odd sense of relief upon detecting the faint taste of alcohol in the orange juice. "Perfect!" she said, not really knowing whether or not it was. She slipped the tiny bottle into her coat pocket for later. Then Punky rested a hand on the youngster's shoulder while Betty took another sip.
The others returned to their conversation, but when the redhead opened her eyes again she noticed that they were all occasionally glancing at her and then quickly looking away. Despite that, she was starting to feel calm again. Very calm. One more gulp and her drink was finished, prompting Duncan to take the empty cup from her hand and drop it in the fire, never taking his eyes off of her. Punky and tuke boy each steadied the young redhead while creepy boy went over to his backpack and took out a video camera.
Chrome boy finally spoke up, "So, Tiny says that you're usually a bit of a goody-two-shoes, eh? But if you want to be more of a bad girl, we can help you out."
Creepy then held the camera up to his eye and explained, "So, we've decided to give you an extra-special welcome to our 'club'. Since you may not be awake for some of it, we'll capture it all on video."
"And also to make sure you don't change your mind and tell anyone about what we do here," Punky added while kneeling down and putting one of the redhead's arms over her shoulder.
"Sure, whatever," Betty mumbled as her eyes closed.

"This is impossible!" Sparky complained as Roger weaved them through yet another asteroid field in the Mesa Nebula. "You'd think they would have seen us by now."
"Maybe they're not even here," Roger said before jerking the ship away from another tumbling space rock, making Sparky grab for the captain's chair as he stood in front of it. "Or they think this is a trick. Ooh! Maybe they decided to keep the ship for themselves and become space mercenaries!"
"Don't be ridiculous," X-5 rebuffed. "It would be extremely difficult for any individuals to acquire the fuel and armaments that the ship requires. Plus even with the stealth features, it's unlikely that they would be able to hide it in the Mesa for very long."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to keep looking," Sparky sighed and then his stomach growled. "I'm gonna order some pizza wormburgers to tide us over. Hey, maybe some tasty food will get them to show themselves," he joked.
"After we already paid for all of it, of course," Roger huffed.
X-5's eyes lit up and he started working quickly on his console. "You may have a point, captain. Perhaps we can entice them into revealing themselves."
"What are you doing?" Sparky asked while trying to peek over the robot's shoulder.
"We know that the Borg are heavily drawn to new technologies, so we just need to show them something that Borg-9 couldn't possibly resist. Captain, please, activate the ship's disguise."
Sparky hopped into the big chair and pressed a button. The red orb on the front of the Starcruiser crackled with electricity and a wave slowly enveloped the ship from front to back, disguising it as a shiny black monolith, a very-narrow truncated oval with ventilation holes dotting most of the top and PLAYSTATION 3 embossed on the two largest sides.
"Okay, Roger, take us out and let's just go around the outside of the asteroid field," Sparky ordered. Then he mumbled, "…before you put any more dents in my ship!"
"Aye aye!"
"If they're here, it shouldn't be much longer before…" Within a few moments a small beep emanated from X-5's console.

"Isn't this, like, illegal?" Tuke asked the others as they laid Betty out on a bed of dry leaves, her head farthest away from the campfire so it could light up their view of her lower half.
"So what? You were doing it with me before I was her age," his petite girlfriend chided. "But if you don't want to try a three-way with her and me then that's okay."
"Never mind!" he shot back, giving everyone a little chuckle.
"Remember, don't really hurt her or anything," the hairless boy sternly warned them. The redhead's eyes opened a little and then closed again when he and Punky kneeled next to her and unzipped her jacket. Punky immediately pulled up Betty's sweater and blouse, revealing the little girl's firm little cones which barely rose off her ribcage as she lied on her back. However, her young nipples instantly reacted to the chilly air, turning hard and darkening before their eyes. Chrome curiously ran his flat hand up to one and rubbed small circles around the hardness with his fingertips.
"Oh yeah," their victim gasped weakly while spreading her legs a little more.
He gave her other breast the same treatment and then started massaging her mounds with both hands, pulling them up off of her body and squeezing them enough to make them seem larger. Betty started licking her lips and feeling up Punky's and Tuke's arms. Then Chrome smiled and added, "Well, hey, if she's really into it then let's see how far she'll go."
"Maybe she's not such a good girl after all," Dizzy purred before kneeling between Betty's legs and reaching up under the helpless girl's skirt. Then she slowly pulled down the redhead's panties, stroking Betty's hips as she pushed the girl's upper legs together. "So cute!" the teenager squealed when she saw the pink bunny panties she'd pulled off. Tuke boy joined her in lifting up Betty's leg and pulling her underwear free, leaving it hanging from one of her ankles.
Creepy continued filming while Duncan joined in feeling up the youngster's chest, and then he panned down to where the other two had lifted up Betty's skirt, revealing her nearly-hairless snatch already covered in tiny goosebumps. Tuke slowly ran his fingers up and down the outside of her puffy mound, barely pressing into her tender white skin. The blonde spread Betty's legs farther apart and took in the sight of her fully-exposed sex. She leaned in and blew softly over the sparse red hairs.
Betty groggily tried to close her legs together and muttered, "Not now. Daddy's coming."
"Daddy's not gonna find out." The chrome-domed boy leaned in and kissed the little girl on the lips, ignoring the initial resistance as his tongue found its way into her mouth. It didn't take long for her to give in and start kissing back. Then he moved her hand onto his groin, getting her to awkwardly stroke his cock through his jeans. Punky followed suit by parting her own legs and guiding two of the girl's fingers under her short skirt, sticking them deep between her thighs. Duncan, still mesmerized by her little breasts, began toying with her nipples, prodding and pinching them ever more roughly.
Using both hands, Tuke carefully separated the redhead's outer pussy lips while Creepy zoomed in. Dizzy carefully pressed a finger against Betty's pleasure hole and ran it up the length of her pink slit. The youngster's creamy white skin had started to turn blue from the cold and, for an instant, the teenage girl thought she saw a wisp of steam coming off the little girl. Still, their captive barely shivered due to the drugs and alcohol. The blonde leaned in and started kissing and sucking the outer reaches of Betty's love tunnel while her boyfriend began massaging her clitty's hood with one finger.
Then with the pinkie on his other hand, Tuke dredged up some of his girlfriend's saliva and started poking it into Betty's tiny pee hole, getting her to flinch. Amused by her reaction, he poked her again even harder, making their victim break off her kiss with Chrome and moan in pain, "Noooo!" While using one hand to keep her lower lips parted, he stuck his face in and started licking at this sensitive spot, pausing briefly so that he and his girlfriend could tongue kiss against Betty's nether regions. Both of them laughed before returning to their respective tasks. He mercilessly stabbed at the youngster's urethra with his tongue, occasionally pressing his tongue or upper teeth into her tightly-covered nub. Betty writhed in discomfort and tried to close her legs, but the blonde just enjoyed having the little girl's thighs pressed against her ears, warming them.
"I've got to go to the bathroom," Betty groaned as she weakly tried to break free of everyone's hold on her. "Let me go."
Keeping her mouth on Betty's hole most of the time, Dizzy moved left over Betty's right leg before grabbing her knee, pulling it up and as far right as it would go. Then she looked up at her boyfriend with a smile. "Well, if she has to pee we should let her."
"Ooh, wicked!" Tuke pulled Betty's left leg out as well and then cruelly stretched her pee hole open with the fingers of his free hand.
"Nooo!" Betty struggled, nearly knocking the couple over with her legs and shoving Chrome's groin hard. Punky actually enjoyed it when the redhead suddenly thrust her shaking fingers deep into her snatch.
The bald one quickly recovered and trapped Betty's upper arm between his knees before unzipping his pants. He released his aching boner and pushed his crotch in towards her face. "Stop talking. There's something better you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours," he teased while guiding his cock up against her lips.
"Hurry up and pee!" Tuke impatiently snapped while suddenly squeezing and twisting her sensitive little opening, making her tense up and grunt in pain. Chrome boy used the opportunity to pry open Betty's mouth with his fingers and press the head of his cold-numbed cock between her lips.
"Stop hurting her! OUCH!" Noah cried while punching the back of the bald boy's head, but he'd only managed to surprise the older boy a little while hurting himself in the process.
The gang looked up at the small brown-haired boy as he stood there, biting his lower lip and nearly hyperventilating as he rubbed his injured hand. Duncan stood up and grabbed the intruder by his jacket, raising the small boy into the air. Expecting a fist to make contact with his nose at any moment, Noah covered his face with his hands. "Let Betty go!" he ordered them in a shaky voice. "You can't do that kind of stuff to her!"
"Oh, what are you gonna do about it?" Duncan teased him.
"I'm gonna tell!"
The teens all started laughing at him, upsetting Noah almost to tears. Duncan angrily dropped him back onto his feet and seized his injured hand, twisting the little boy's arm behind his back and forcing him onto his knees. "It'll be hard to tell anyone after I break your jaw, loser." The large middle-schooler raised his fist, cracking his knuckles just by squeezing.
"Aww, don't hurt him," the blonde girl sweetly crooned. "He's kind of cute."
The boy with the camera excitedly spoke up, "Yeah, we can use him in the video, too. It'll be twice the fun." Then the creepy teen snorted out a laugh while recording Noah's flinches as Duncan kept faking blows at him. The little boy tried to cover his face, but the bully grabbed his free arm as well.
"What, we're not going to give him a turn too, eh?" Tuke boy complained.
"Yeah," the bald one said with an evil grin before standing up and facing the helpless little boy. His boner was still poking out of his pants as he approached Noah, "If you don't want your girlfriend to suck my dick then fine, you can do it instead!"
"Dibs on his ass!" Creepy called out, but none of the others seemed to care. Instead they watched excitedly as their smooth-topped leader gripped the boy's hair and playfully wiggled his meat around Noah's tightly-closed lips.
"Let me knock out his front teeth for you," Duncan nearly begged.
"Nah, he'll open up if he knows what's good for him, and his cute little friend over there," he explained before looking back at Betty and the others. "Hey, if she's having trouble peeing then maybe you should use a stick to unplug her."
"Eww, that's nasty," Punky complained.
"And gross," Dizzy added. "At least burn the end of the stick first so there's no germs on it." Tuke boy jumped up to comply while the blonde sat on Betty's hips. Punky straddled Betty's chest and gripped her wrists, holding them just above the little girl's head.
"Don't worry, we won't burn any of the good holes," Chrome told his new victim while nearly jabbing him in the eye with his tool. "But I bet it's really gonna hurt." Creepy closed in and kneeled down, slowly unbuckling the scared boy's pants with one hand while also getting a terrific close up of his friend's large tool pointing at Noah's frightened and conflicted face.
The drugged redhead turned her head to the side and tried to keep her eyes open up long enough to see what was going on, though her friend's predicament barely registered. The cameraman yanked Noah's pants down to his knees but decided to leave his underwear on. "I want to see if he gets a stiffy from sucking you off, but I don't want to fuck a freezing cold ass," he explained to no one in particular.
"Open up," the teenager commanded before slapping the brown-haired boy's face. With his eyes and mouth closed tight, Noah pulled his head back and tried to turn away. So, the older boy gripped Noah's head with both hands and made him face Betty, forcing him to watch as Tuke approached the redhead's slit with a short branch, the tip still burning. "Okay then…"
"Stop it!" Noah cried out as tears welled up in his eyes. "I'll do it, but let Betty go first," he sniffled.
"Nope, you first," the bald one barked before positioning himself in front of Noah's face again. "Just don't do anything stupid and your girlfriend won't get hurt."
"She's not my girlfriend," he mumbled out of habit before Chrome tilted the boy's head back and stuck two fingers into his mouth. Noah's tongue reflexively tensed up and slid against the intruding digits as his mouth closed around them, but he managed to keep from biting the bald boy.
"That's it, just pretend it's a lollipop," the teen purred as the boy reluctantly started sucking the fingers that smelled of pot and beer. Betty opened her eyes again to see as Chrome pushed in too far, making Noah choke and accidentally bite down a little. "No teeth!" Baldy yelled before slapping the boy's face hard a few times. It was too much. Noah started sobbing uncontrollably, further frustrating his attacker. "Oh, cut it out or I'll really give you something to cry about!"
Betty's breathing became deeper, slower, and her blue-toned skin quickly turned pink again, then red. Every muscle in her body suddenly tensed for a moment, making her shudder despite her sedation. "I just love violent yaoi!" Dizzy squealed before sitting down to watch the boy-on-boy action, though she still kept a loose grip on Betty's knee.
Hearing her friend's comment, Punky just wrinkled her nose in disgust then faced the redhead beneath her. "Is that the cute boy you were gonna meet?" Betty looked up and blinked a few times, still too mixed up for words, but then her nostrils flared as she squinted back up at her enemy. "It looks like he's not into girls, so why don't you have a make-out session with me instead?" The punk girl then ran her hands under her plaything's blouse again, pleasantly surprised to find her skin had warmed up considerably, as if she had a fever.
Betty turned her head to look back at Noah, who was now crying so hard that Duncan and Chrome couldn't get him to stop. Finally giving up, the hairless boy tucked his cold, half-limp dick into his pants and had Duncan push him down on the ground. "I'll take that," he snapped while relieving Creepy of the camera and snarling, "Just fuck him good!"
His friend didn't waste any time pouncing on the crying boy, pulling his underpants down and then trying to pull them and the pants completely off together. The youngster's pale-white bum almost seemed to glow in the fading twilight and he yelped in fear when Creepy gave it a hard pinch. Though still crying, Noah curled up into a ball and pulled his pants back up most of the way, but Creepy then pulled them down part-way again and laughed, clearly toying with the little boy's feeble attempts to cover his ass.
Punky pushed Betty's head back up to face her. "Forget about him. How about that kiss?"
"I still want her to pee!" Tuke yelled in frustration. He started roughly kneading her slit and tapping her lower tummy with the bottom of his fist.
Betty's breathing was much faster now, and her mouth moved wordlessly as the hatred she'd dismissed earlier came back a thousand times stronger. Everything was still hazy to her, but she realized someone who cared about her was being hurt and, at that moment, that was all she needed to know.
"No! No! No!" Noah screamed, then whimpered as Duncan finally pushed his face into the ground and pinned him by his shoulders. Creepy got on his knees behind the boy and took a moment to stick his hands up his victim's shirt. He gave Noah's stomach and chest a good feel, steadily working his hands up to the little boy's nipples and then back down to his hips, where he started to take off the pants for real this time.
Tuke tapped Betty's belly a bit harder. "Finally!" he cheered as a small trickle of pee escaped the girl's nearly-hairless pussy's reddened folds.
Betty grimaced as it turned into a thin steady stream, and it seemed to glow brighter than the campfire as it shot up and splashed down just beyond her feet. The arc rose higher in the air, like a golden rainbow sprouting from the earth, and its endpoint moved farther away from her feet as it left a steaming trail on the ground.
"Wow!" the blonde gasped when she saw the waterworks, and Tuke just stared with a dumb smile. The bald boy turned the camera to record the fountain springing forth from such a tiny girl, and even Duncan and Creepy turned to see the impressive display. Though unable to see because his face was still pressed into the ground, Noah used the opportunity to yank his pants back up and buckle his belt, not caring that his briefs were uncomfortably bunched up around his hips.
"Good girl," Punky tenderly whispered right against the redhead's lips.
"I'm warning you," Betty growled at the teenage girl.
Punky giggled, caught off guard by the sudden boldness of her helpless prey. "Oh, what, you're gonna piss on us?"
"Yeah," Betty grunted. Her bloodshot green eyes almost seemed to glow with rage, sending a shiver through the older girl. The redhead lifted her hips, sending the unnaturally-thin spray up even higher as it spattered ever closer to the fire. Mesmerized by the display, Tuke slowly stuck a finger out towards the sparkling arch, feeling tiny hot droplets land on his fingertips as he got closer.
Betty cursed through clenched teeth, "And sometimes it burns when I pee."
The instant her hot spray reached the campfire, it exploded with a blinding flash and a thunderous boom. Tuke screamed in pain and flailed his flaming arm in panic; his girlfriend was lying on her back several feet from where she'd been sitting, screaming about her eyes while covering her singed face with her hands. The back of Punky's jacket was in flames, but as she tried to pull it off Betty tossed her sideways like a rag doll. The teenage girl landed on her head and one arm before rolling to a stop, her coat still smoldering.
Chrome dropped the camera and ran to the others, tackling Tuke and forcibly turning him onto his burning arm to put the fire out. It kept flaring up again so he pulled the jacket off of his friend. Creepy and Duncan just watched in a daze for a moment, but the straight-haired boy finally jumped up to help Punky while the bully just stood up and stared in shocked disbelief. Betty was already up and storming towards where Chrome was wrapping his own jacket around Tuke's arm, finally putting out the boy's hand. The leader had just turned to look when the young girl's foot hit his chest with a crunching sound, sending him back several feet while leaving a trail in the dirt and snow.
Still delirious with the drugs and anger, Betty picked up a branch and stared at it, then Tuke, wondering how he'd like having it shoved up his urethra. However, the teenager ignored her and curled into a ball, already sobbing so pathetically that any additional torture would be wasted. So, the fiery-haired girl turned her wrath towards the boy helping Punky. As Creepy leaned down to turn over the unconscious girl, Betty stormed towards him ever faster, breaking into a run before delivering a clumsy yet effective jump-kick. Though her foot missed his head, she hit his left shoulder solidly and knocked him over sideways before she landed on her behind.
By the time Creepy rolled over and looked up, he saw the silhouette of the girl backlit by the raging campfire. She was standing over him with hunched shoulders, perfectly still, but he could see her chest heaving visibly with each deep, growling breath. The teenager could barely make out her face against the roaring wall of flames extending from the campfire to where she had been held. Her narrow glowing eyes pierced him as her mouth twisted into a sadistic smile. The icy chill of fear suddenly gripped him and he tried to get up, but for him there was only a blur, a wet crunching sound, and then darkness.
The redhead turned towards Duncan, who was still standing over her best friend. Never taking her eyes off of the bully's face, she lifted a bloody hand to her mouth and slowly caressed her crimson-soaked knuckles with her tongue.
"Screw this," he grunted before turning tail and running off deeper into the woods. Betty's long fiery hair shone like a meteor trail as she streaked off after him.
After hearing only mild sobbing and the intense fire's crackling for a minute, Noah finally composed himself enough to look up. Creepy was lying motionless on the ground next to Punky, a trickle of blood leaking out of his nose and down the side of his black and blue face. Chrome lied a few feet from the whimpering Tuke, with his back to the other boy. Dizzy was on her side, still whimpering with her hands and her singed blonde hair covering her face.
The brown-haired little boy pushed himself up onto his knees and was getting up until he noticed a bluish light on the ground in front of him: it was from the video-camera's eyepiece as it continued recording. He leaned over and picked it up, pressing the stop button, but then his finger froze on eject as curiosity got the better of him. Instead he pressed rewind, hoping to understand how these creeps could have tricked such a smart and sensible girl into their trap. Better still, he might learn why she ignored him and turned to a bunch of hooligans for help — with what? He didn't even know.
It stopped. Noah's hand trembled as he tried to press play. He'd always wondered what secrets she had been hiding from him over the years, but what if this was it: nothing amazing or wonderful, just her slipping off to have a drink and perhaps indulge in one of her space fantasies? No! The little boy was done being brave. Hr just wanted to go home and forget that any of this had ever happened. He ejected the tape and dropped the camera, which beeped pathetically before going dead. Then he squeezed and twisted the tiny cartridge with both hands, grunting and whimpering until the plastic shell finally cracked. Noah grabbed the tape that was streaming out and pulled at it, stretching it as he tried to rip it into pieces. Finally, he leaned forward and just ground it into the mud and leaves with his bare, hurting hands.
Suddenly Duncan reappeared from the brush, sending a flash of fear through the small boy until he saw that Betty was holding both of his arms behind his back. Like a tiny tractor pushing back a jumbo jet, she quickly moved the large boy ever closer to the raging fire while he helplessly kicked at the mud and dead leaves in a futile attempt to stop.
"Hey, we were just screwing around. We weren't really gonna do nothing!" Duncan protested. "Geez, you just had to ruin everything, you little twit… Hey, this isn't funny." The large boy's voice became higher as he felt the inferno's heat on his face and body. "What are you gonna do to me? Ow, stop it! I'm telling!"
Noah got up and quickly rubbed his eyes and face, clearing his vision and trying to erase his tears. Seeing the defeated teens lying around the clearing while his snarling best friend easily manhandled someone twice her size – nothing in the world made sense to him anymore. For a moment Noah wondered if he was trapped in a nightmare, helpless to do anything but suffer through his worst fears. But he realized that he wasn't waking up, and Betty was about to do something horrible.
Regaining his courage again, he awkwardly ran up to them and lightly grabbed the redhead's shoulders from behind. "No, Betty! Let's just go!"
Still gripping the bully with one hand, the little girl spun halfway around and grabbed the smaller boy by his shirt. She yanked him forward and was about to toss him aside. However she stopped for a moment and glared at him, her steely gaze slowly moving across his dirty and horrified face. She seemed confused by his pleading eyes, the streaks left by his tears, and the way he just stood there with his arms out to his sides, allowing himself to become completely vulnerable to her. The redhead's breathing slowed down and her face softened. Her bloodshot eyes opened up all the way. Even the raging fire seemed to settle down as her anger melted away.
"Noah?" she whispered, as if she had only just recognized him.
"Don't kill him," Noah pleaded. "You don't want to get in trouble," he added in all seriousness.
Betty let go of both boys and then hugged Noah tightly, as if she would fall into the abyss if she ever let go of him. But eventually she relaxed her grip and meekly rested her chin on his shoulder. Though almost afraid to at first, Noah put his arms around her and gently patted her back a few times.
Now freed, Duncan turned back to them with a smirk. "I knew you didn't have the guts." Without looking, Betty's foot shot back into the jerk's shin, causing him to fall to the ground squealing in pain.
After a few moments with nothing but the sound of Duncan's grunts and snarls as he nursed his leg, Betty turned and leaned on Noah with one arm around his neck. "Let's get out of here."
Noah steadied her, walking her back the way they came while trying to ignore the chafing of his underpants. "Let's go home. My mother can call the police," he reassured her.
"No cops!" she barked. Thinking better of it, he didn't argue. The two children left together in silence as the campfire's last embers went out.

"I can't believe you fell for their trick!" Stringtheory Hawk hissed at his voluptuous cyborg sidekick as they stepped out of the shiny black stealth ship parked in the Starcruiser's cargo bay. X-5 scrutinized the pair while Sparky shrugged his shoulders and traded confused looks with Roger. Though still taller than the others, Stringtheory was a short man in his early thirties with wispy light-brown hair and a wide, youthful face.
Borg-9 was nearly a head taller and well built, both for her ample round curves and the various Borg implants that were embedded throughout most of her left side, save most of her serious but beautiful face. Still, the half-human wore the technological modifications well on her sexy frame, and her thin jumpsuit hugged tightly against her long, skinny legs, wide hips, slender waist, and enormous firm breasts. Her short blonde hair stood up in neat waves and her large blue eyes gleamed as she slowly scrutinized her rescuers. She answered him in a short, direct tone without a hint of regret. "We cannot pass up an opportunity to integrate new and powerful technologies. Resistance is futile for us," she explained.
Somewhat annoyed by their apparent lack of gratitude, Sparky interrupted, "So you don't care that we just rescued you?"
"Rescued?" Stringtheory shot back. "We were supposed to be hiding from you!"
"Excuse me for asking, but why would you do that?" X-5 queried.
Borg-9 smiled as she looked him up and down, and he noted curiously as two small disc-shaped probes on her breasts suddenly extended several millimeters, pushing out against her already-stretched clothing.
"You wanted to become space mercenaries, right?" Roger asked excitedly.
Stringtheory's head drooped for a moment as he sighed, but then he looked directly into Sparky's face and explained. "Look, we're more than happy to go undercover for the Galactic Guardians and all, but we didn't realize they'd cancel our health insurance because we weren't on the official payroll anymore. We were just going to hold onto the ship until DeGill got us new coverage. I mean, do you know how much it costs for her medicated skin lotion?"
"These implants get my body all hot and bothered, especially them." Borg-9's eyes sparkled as she addressed X-5, lifting up her breasts and wriggling her chest and ass noticeably. The robot didn't note anything exceptional, but she had Roger's undivided attention.
Sparky held up his hands in disbelief. "That doesn't make any sense!"
"Not at all," X-5 chimed in, ignoring as the mechanized female playfully adjusted various circuits and connectors up and down the length of her torso, much to the blond guardian's enjoyment. "According to the Galactic Guardian's Benefits Handbook, undercover operatives are entitled to cash reimbursement upon presenting receipts for medical services or supplies, and there's even a slush fund to pre-pay if necessary. Also, if you're in a long-term operation then you are entitled to sign up for an individual plan under your assumed identity and have the premiums paid for by one of the cover organizations."
"Oh," Stringtheory said, pausing as a sheepish grin appeared on his face. "My bad!"
"There has to be more to it than that," Sparky grumbled, almost disappointed at the lame explanation.
"If you have doubts then you're welcome to interface with us to verify that we are telling the truth," Borg-9 told the robot.
"Us?" X-5 asked.
"Yes, I am Borg-9," she giggled before playfully holding up her gargantuan boobs yet again, "and these are 2-of-97. You just need to plug your data probe into my primary access channel, right here and connect to my cervical matrix." She slid her hands down her torso and hips and brought them to the front of her groin. Then she winked at him and added, "That is, if you think your extension is long enough." Roger couldn't tear his eyes away from the blonde bombshell.
"No, that's all right. No harm done," Sparky said while shaking his head.
Stringtheory hunched his shoulders a little and asked, "So, you're not going to tell DeGill?"
"No, it's okay. Though if you don't mind we'd like to borrow your ship before returning it to headquarters," Sparky answered.
"Wait!" Roger breathlessly interrupted. "I think we need to do the probing thingy, uh, just to be sure!"
"I agree!" Borg-9 affirmed.
Sparky turned to X-5. "Is it a safe procedure?"
"If I use protection, but the process might take a little longer."
"Oh yeah," the Borg muttered, giving herself a subtle squeeze before removing her hands from her hips.
Sparky turned to Stringtheory. "Well, while they're doing that you'd better show us how to fly this thing."
"Uh, Captain, I'd better stay and… well, keep an eye on her and X-5," Roger stuttered.
"Yes, third-party observation during interfacing makes it more satisfactory," Borg-9 purred.
"Fine." The two pilots entered the small black craft while Roger kept his eyes fixed on the two cybernetic beings.
"How shall we proceed?" X-5 asked.
Borg-9 reached her hands up behind her head, pushing her massive chest out towards the levitating robot as she started unzipping her jumpsuit. "First, I'd better take this off because interfacing can be quite messy." Then she reached just one hand behind her back to unzip it the rest of the way before grabbing the collar and slowly dragging it down her front. She let the fabric linger, stuck to the tips of her nipple-based sensors for a long moment before freeing first one and then the other mound. Her breasts stood out firmly in front of her, both only sparingly mechanized with a few lights and contacts along the bottoms and nipples.
She continued pushing the flimsy material down past her hips, revealing a patch of sparse reddish hair covering the length of her long and thin, yet somewhat pudgy mound. Looking embarrassed for the first time, she explained, "Rust… It's been a while since I've done this." She quickly finished pulling off her suit and leaned back, resting her wide bottom against a short wing-like weapons platform. She spread her knees apart, revealing her bulging mound of Venus in all its glory.
X-5 opened his chest plate and dug around, throwing out a fire extinguisher and some old appliance catalogs before giving several twists to something that made a ratcheting sound. His groin plate opened and a long silver cable, thick as his arm and with a ridged bulb at the tip, extended out and hung in front of him. Borg-9 immediately leaned forward and wrapped her hands around it, gently picking it up and squeezing it tenderly. A spark of static electricity ran up the robot's shell and she started slowly caressing it as it straightened out to its full twenty centimeters.
"Is that a Q-14-246-XJ high-voltage impact data junction, or are you just happy to see me?" she asked playfully. Then she wiggled its tip against her lower stomach, eliciting a groaning sound from the robot. Placing her hands on X-5's calipers, she eased him forward while leaning back against the wing. "You'll have to manually adjust the sub-dermal sensors near my disc modules to initiate proper lubrication in my data channel."
X-5 gulped audibly as his calipers rose up to her breasts and started tentatively squeezing and kneading them. Meanwhile, she took hold of his probe once again and started sliding it up and down the inside of her moistening slit. The robot gripped her breasts harder, relishing the feel of her warm flesh firmed up by advanced electronics. While still mashing one breast, he gripped the nipple disc of her other one hard and set his arm to rapid vibration mode. Her boob jiggled wildly and she wrapped her arms around the back of her head. Roger shifted on his legs uncomfortably, looking almost pained, but he never took his eyes off them.
"Oh yes!" she cried while lifting and spreading her left leg out on top of the wing. "My interface is prepared for input!"
X-5 suddenly backed off and slid one hand back into his chest for a moment, pulling out a small slip of waxed paper with several small silver stickers on them. She quickly leaned forward and held up his probe, looking him straight in the eye as she roughly sucked the tip for a few moments, causing the robot to become completely still. Then she finished by gingerly licking the tip and then smiling. "To ensure clean contact," she explained before reaching up and taking one tiny sticker off of the sheet. Carefully, she placed it over the tip and pinched it, folding it in half over one of the contact junctions.
With her eyes closed, she slowly leaned back while dragging his probe down between her breasts, along her tight stomach, and through her waiting slit. Finally, she laid completely back and took hold of his calipers in her hands.
X-5 carefully slid the first few segments of his long metal shaft into her engorged opening and then backed out, spreading her lubrication on his rod and her inner lips. Then he repeated his motions several times, going just a little deeper each time. Borg-9's breathing became heavier and several small LEDs on her implants began to blink red with every forward stroke. Forgetting himself, Roger walked right up to them and kneeled down, staring directly into where X-5's amazing tool disappeared into her pink fleshy orifice, her juices dripping from it. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her sex mixed with mineral oil as his mechanical crewmate worked himself ever deeper.
"Your cervical port keeps partially closing," X-5 moaned as he pumped into her. "I do not wish to cause damage."
"Your concerns are unnecessary. I was the only female on our cube for five years and have been thoroughly impact-tested," she said between grunts. "Just increase the speed and pressure… unless you do not posses the tensile strength to complete the task," she challenged.
X-5 suddenly gripped her wrists with his metal hands and pressed her all the way back, furiously pounding his sparkling tool into her swelling hole and using his mouth to manipulate her breasts. Borg-9 spread her legs as wide as they could go and hooked her heels under the wing, bringing her spread ass cheeks down around the tip of a missile; then the cyborg wriggled her bottom in time with the robot's thrusts to press its tip into her glistening rosebud. Meanwhile she bent her neck forward and started licking and sucking the end of X-9's antenna.
Sounds of intense static escaped the robot's mouth as he pounded every last bit of himself inside of her and began shaking and gyrating wildly. Borg-9 squealed through her nose while deep-throating his upper appendage; her asshole stretched wide as she simultaneously impaled herself on the missile and X-5. He rapidly turned his head back and forth between the two mountains in his face.
Finally she threw her head back with a scream, "I'm uploading! I'm uploading!" X-5's cable tensed as the tip locked into her deep port and released her most intimate data. The feedback caused X-5 to have a massive power surge, flooding her insides with a high-voltage alternating current that made her scream and writhe in his powerful grip. A spray of sparks and juices burst forth from where the two were joined; they spread out across the floor as tiny points of light, quickly fading and leaving only singed dots.
When Roger uncovered his eyes the two were lying motionless on the wing, with X-5's head buried between her breasts and Borg-9's legs hanging limp from the wing. Roger unsteadily pushed himself up a little and looked over at the two, worried by the lack of movement and sound. Suddenly, he noticed a puff of smoke escaping from the robot's head. He quickly jumped up and then paused, taking out a compact mirror and quickly checking his massive blond hair for any singe marks, and then he rushed over to his robot companion.
"X-5! You're on fire!" he screamed while grabbing and raising his head, revealing a cigarette hanging out of the robot's mouth with the filter side out.
"He certainly was," Borg-9 purred before opening her eyes and kissing the top of his metallic head.
X-5 slowly raised a metal claw and grabbed the smoke by the middle before placing it into Borg-9's waiting lips. "Oh, I was just lighting it for her." Then he rose up off of her and held down a button on his side, causing now-slackened metal probe to quickly retract back inside of his body. "Our interface was successful."
The Borg girl got up and quickly stepped back into her uniform. She pulled it up, pausing to smile and wink at Roger before stretching it back up over her breasts. Then she turned and pointed to the zipper in back. "Do you mind?" she teased. Roger stared at the smooth, flushed skin on her back and bottom, still slightly indented above her ass where she had leaned against the wing's leading edge. He slowly pulled it up for her and then she turned around, giggling at his obvious disappointment.
Sparky suddenly came out of the black ship and hurriedly walked by them as he went towards the bridge. "Everything all right?" he asked in passing.
"They are telling the truth," X-5 reported.
"But, uhm, I really should verify X-5's results!" Roger blurted out.
"Well, my interface is bi-compatible," the large bosomed Borg sighed as she started to unzip her jumpsuit again.
"No, we don't have time. We gotta drop them off on Celebra to hide out, and then you'll pretend to keep searching for them in the Starcruiser while X-5 and I go see Atomic Betty," Sparky answered.
"Aw, can't I have just a little bit of verification?" Roger whined.
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