Hello viewers, welcome to a new story, something you can thank my best friend for, as he’d bought this, here comes my second writing commission, and also my second macro fic.
This will feature the character of Lucy Katt, who some may remember from my older story Black and White…ever since I decided to not make her just a version of Lucy from Bittersweet Candy Bowl and just my own character, I have chose to incorporate her (and this story) into Death Valet’s world, as is her archnemesis Bonnie, who exists in a new and superior form now.
Also, I’m planning to rewrite Black and White in a bit, just wait and see the new version
As you can guess, this time all the characters belong to me.
One note, there’s plenty of Macro stuff in this story, so in advance I’d like to warn about that.
There’s something to be said for the therapeutic factor of forcing a yellow, flame decorated speedy vehicle to join a street lamp in unholy matrimony.
It’s even more therapeutic when the car was driven by someone who you really, really hate.
These thoughts did not occur to Lucy Katt in the least when she did it, since she had bigger fish to charbroil.
The Khao Manee monster huntress was in Las Vegas after she heard her archenemy Bonnie North, AKA Bonfire Vanities, was there trying to rob a casino with the help of a card dealer within it, said dealer’s German girlfriend and some hoods she’d found…and Bonnie being Bonnie, she made the mistake of attempting to seduce Frank Sinatra (which almost made him wish he didn’t come back from the dead in 2009), which was what tipped Lucy off to the presence of her hated foe.
Which was why she flew on the first plane out, beat/shot the members of Bonnie’s gang she could find, and had just run both the truck about five thugs were in, and Bonnie’s Lamborghini, into separate power poles.
And why she was standing in a dead end alleyway, fighting a bunch of assholes.
Moving lightning fast, Lucy quickly blocked an attack from a fox in tan clothing, who’d previously called her something very nasty.
“So you think I’m your mom?” She quipped, quickly whipping around to the side, grabbing the fox by his skull and smashing him right into a brick wall, knocking him out, along with several of his teeth.
A chimpanzee with a lot of facial piercings attempted to charge at her while she was busy with the fox, only to end up losing that nice shiny nose ring to her swift and pulling hand, as he did his consciousness at the hands of her knee to his face.
As did the other two thugs, one a ferret and the other a crow as she proceeded to stop the first charging one, the ferret with a lead pipe in hand, by means of her lunging towards his face (notice a pattern?) with a flying kick, and then rapidly extending her arm out and clotheslining the crow (who unlike the others, had thought to pull out a gun), knocking him to the ground with a pin.
But as she choked him out, she turned her head and as she could have guessed, Bonnie was trying to escape her again, but in a downright insane way.
“Come on now you little shits!” She yelled out as she attempted to claw herself up the brick wall, oblivious to the fact she was not Spiderman “Climb already!”
She was clad in the fire adorned balaclava that concealed her face, and also wearing a similarly decorated jumpsuit, one that made the curves of her fit body way too clear.
Having already knocked out her goons, nobody was going to save Bonnie now, Lucy smirked to herself as she got up from the ground and pulled out two knives.
Bonnie was notorious for the fact she just couldn’t die right, or rather how she’d had herself deliberately cursed to come back from the dead whenever Lucy killed her, or was involved in something that did.
“Okay queen bitch” Lucy said, keeping a good eye on her enemy, cautiously approaching in case the deformed maniac had a trick up her sleeve “It’s time to play hide the knives.”
Bonnie stopped attempting to crawl up a sheer brick wall and turned to face her enemy with a glare as friendly as a rattlesnake to the foot.
“Oh of course you’d have shown up, you know Jonestown was a giant party right? Then ‘ol Jim Jones prophesied your existence and out came the kool aid!”
The cat rolled her eyes, she’d heard worse from her.
“Enough talk Bonnie, there’s a courtroom seat with your name on it.”
The Irish Setter crouched and entered a mock kung fu pose, which she no doubt blatantly copied from Kung Fu (David Caradine would disapprove) “You’ll have to drag my perfect ass to it, mouse breath harpy!”
The feline was no fool and stood her ground, but nothing could prepare her for what happened next.
Bonnie quickly ran forward, snarling and attempting to hurl a punch straight to Lucy’s chest, a simple enough move for the kitty to block, but as soon as she did Bonnie quit the blow just before it connected.
Before Lucy realized it was a fake, her enemy changed her attack to a tackle and forced her full weight into a lunge for Lucy’s torso, knocking her down.
As Lucy was about to hit the ground, a detail that to her didn’t seem very important yet notable, was how there were cylinder shaped bumps along the wrists of Bonnie’s jumpsuit.
When Lucy hit the ground, pain surged through the back of her head, it wasn’t enough to really distract her, except for a brief second. All Bonnie really needed, the setter quickly taking advantage of Lucy while she lay on the ground, extending her palm right into Lucy’s face…and hurriedly pressing her index and middle finger into her palm. Causing gas to be released from one of the cylinders on her wrist.
Not sure what the hell was in that, Lucy didn’t want to take any chances, hurriedly bringing her leg up and by some chance, her knee collided with Bonnie’s crotch with such force it threw the setter through the air, somersaulting, and flat on her own back. But it was too late, Lucy had already inhaled too much of the gas.
The feline turned around, hacking like a hairball was caught in her throat (again), the gas was…really, really weird, like, she couldn’t even put her finger on how, it just felt like she was full of energy, but not in a good way, almost like she was on drugs or something else…
“What…the…hell” she spat out, choking her words out, as she felt like…like her throat was just week and quiet “Did you do to me you witch?”
Bonnie quietly stood up again, rubbing her sore (and not in a way she’d like) crotch, turning slowly she sneered at her “I let us both win, I get to go home free, and you get a boob job those stuck up preppy bitches would KILL dozens for!”
Lucy didn’t feel like she was dying, no, she could feel expansion in every part of her body, her eyes couldn’t believe what was happening. She wasn’t getting fat, or this just swelling up in one part of her, no, this was her body just suddenly and quickly increasing in size, like she just ate a smoothie made of pure Super Mushrooms. Her body itself was as fit, and hot as it ever was, but clearly it was beginning to get much bigger.
However, her clothes, her shirt, pants, and fine coat were starting to rip apart as her body bloated up like a balloon, and as she suddenly grew wide enough to barely fit in the alley, they just burst right off, leaving them as shreds, and her totally naked.
As she hit the brick walls, her shoulders knocked them over like tightly packed tinker toys, an avalanche of them showered down from the walls as her size increased.
Her head kept swimming in a drowsy, near dizzy fervor until she came to her senses, and when she was…she was a two hundred foot tall, giantess version of herself. Whatever clothes she’d been wearing were no more, as she now felt a very chilly breeze in the air that just froze the fuck out of her, her nipples becoming harder than any conceivable diamond ever was. The buildings to her left and right had gaping holes in their sides from her growth.
Now while anyone in this situation would feel a sense of horror or fear, Lucy herself gave an uncharacteristically girly shriek, and hurriedly covered up her nipples and pussy with whatever appendage she could spare. There hadn’t been too many people in that neighborhood at the moment, but there were several, including people in the buildings, and the sound of her getting bigger and harder was bringing in quite the crowd.
Scanning the growing throng with a gaze, Lucy spotted Bonnie pretty quick, not hard at all when pretty much the whole crowd gave her a very wide birth.
The Irish Setter fumbled around with the cartridges on her jumpsuit, ripping it out and looking at just what she’d sprayed Lucy with “…Whoops.”
“Whoops?!” Lucy roared, her giantess voice reverberating throughout the area, ears were clenched shut by fingers, and multiple windows met their end “The hell do you mean whoops?!”
“I thought I had the spray that’d make your tits swell up to the size of Volkswagens” Bonnie threw her head back and laughed “Ahaha! Who cares! It’s not like you could stop me now anyways, thanks for being a sucker skank! I’m off to steal and murder like it’s the next big thing, I’ll be sure to thank the nearest orphanage for your foolishness. Aha! Ahahahahaha!”
Within the deepest parts of her mind, something within Lucy just…snapped, nothing she ever did could kill Bonnie for good, she kept taunting her, she kept being the embodiment of the word ‘bitch’ and her sole continued existence was Lucy’s fault, to hell with nudity, to hell with decency and to hell with her!
Lucy lowered the arms that were covering her naughty bits, and ignored the roaring applause from the crowd below, even if Bonnie didn’t.
“Yeah people, that’s right!” She beamed “You know a star when you see it!”
The cat slowly lifted her foot up, easily dwarfing the setter in the shadow of its glorious shape, as it slowly bore down on Bonnie.
“What the-” The confused setter muttered, noticing the darkness growing around her “It’s two in the evening, why would it be dar- OH GOD!”
A quick turn indicated she’d realized the biggest problem in making your sworn enemy a giant, Lucy was about to lower the long foot of the law right on her head, but Bonnie’s impromptu transformation into a marathon runner didn’t save her ass from the foot, as Lucy gingerly placed it down, pushing her to the ground like a 1 ton bouncy castle just landed on her head.
The bottoms of Lucy’s feet were very soft, but even being engulfed by the softest flesh imaginable wouldn’t be enjoyable (well not for Bonnie anyways) as the setter tried to squirm against the flesh, hoping in vain to escape, writhing in fear.
“HELP!” Bonnie screamed out, panicking despite her immortality, “Get me from under this crazy cat!”
Despite being pseudo-crushed by sheer foot, somehow Bonnie’s shrieks were able to slip out and up into Lucy’s ears.
Now normally, Lucy (who was fully aware of Bonnie’s own tendency to cry crocodile tears to try and get out of being killed) would just roll her eyes and prepare to bring the pain, but this time, in addition to the urge to FINISH HER she felt something else.
She felt real good, happy like she rarely had felt, and a little bit…wet, in fact it was more than a feeling, the crowd’s eyes widened as they saw that her jumbo pussy was indeed wet, and dripping juices. And as the kitty’s nipples had grown way too hard, it was clear that smushing Bonnie down was causing a disturbing…and hot, reaction.
The hint of a very sadistic grin emerged as Lucy slowly forced her heel down harder, squeezing Bonnie even tighter.
“No! No! Don’t do it! For the love of God!” Bonnie howled, her mind wracked with fear “Don’t kill me this way! Stop!”
The pleas for mercy were ignored and Lucy forced her heel down harder, and as the body can only handle so much pleasure, Bonnie’s frame smashed apart underneath her foot, blood spurting out like a popped water balloon (or a fat tick), her innards smushed like high school mystery meat, and anything resembling a face ground right into the…uh, well, the ground.
The crowd stood in a horrified silence, even as Bonnie’s blood leaked out from beneath the big titted kitty’s foot.
But one lone dog, who she could have sworn looked like an old friend of her’s yelled out in a mix of fright, disgust and surprise “What the hell?! That wasn’t supposed to happen…you two were supposed to become nude giants and make out!”
Lucy threw back her head and laughed, a deep, throaty, evil laugh, looking down at her spectators hungrily.
“Mmmm, I think I can see why Bonnie loves this so much” she chuckled “My God! You all look like fucking specks!”
The crowd all took heaving fear shits…in unison. And by ‘took heaving fear shits’ I mean they stared at her breasts in total terror/arousal.
Lucy’s mouth grew into a full on sadistic grin, like the Joker whenever he got high, and began grinding her foot into the pavement, spreading the joy- I mean juice- I…well shit, now everyone knows a vampire’s behind the keyboard.
Was anyways, before I staked that motherfucker, now anyways.
Lucy’s foot continued to grind into the ground, spreading around the blood and gore, leaking out from beneath her own foot, staining part of it…huh, guess Ladd Russo was right, blood does look great on white.
And even though the metaphorical shit in everyone’s pants prevented them from running (right now anyways), they had to admit it, the blood looked kinda nice on her white feet.
“Writhe worms!” Lucy bellowed, loud enough to finish off whatever glass had survived her earlier merciless onslaught of it, her foot lifting up off the ground as she looked for something else to squish.
The horrified crowd, who should have ran when they could have, were mostly unable to flee the agony of da feet, just one set of her ten kitty toes and the piece of flesh and bone it was attached to making instant pancakes of about two dozen pedestrians, their bodies less made of flesh, and more like a mix of tomato sauce and jam with a meaty, irony flavor.
Her other foot lifted up and crushed the other half of the crowd, them acting like a bunch of grapes underneath a winepress.
Lucy didn’t care that some had escaped, the reign of Lucilla had begun!
Letting out a roar that sounded like it came from some bygone, prehistoric era, she first decided to clean her feet a bit.
Stomping over to a building that seemed to’ve been used as an apartment building, she turned around and parked her fine, feline ass on top of it (and not giving a shit about the guy on the roof, who was about to die horribly, yet happy as a giant female ass was in the middle of reducing his weak, feeble body into spaghetti sauce), lifting up one of her legs and holding her foot right in front of her.
While normally not turned on by violence, Lucy felt a stirring in her loins…and her stomach, plus her tongue just had to taste that lovely strawberry syrup glistening on her feet.
Said pink taster extended out of her mouth, and with her feline dirt hooks lapping up every single drop of blood, slurping it up like syrup.
She’d never been one for consuming blood, but this stuff, it felt amazing, like honey, sweet…iron flavored honey “Mmmm, yummy” she chuckled “I should have brought some bread, this would make for an awesome sandwich!”
She spent a couple more seconds lapping up blood, like some sort of dog…even though she’s a cat.
But all things must come to an end, including me dragging out the blood licking way longer than I should have, so Lucy hopped off the building, allowing it to crumble from the massive shift in weight, Lucilla had returned to the rampage.
Fuck Lemon Demon, this here was the real Ultimate Showdown.
The kaijukitty started strolling down the street casually, disregarding whatever stood before her, if it was a car she’d crush it, if it was a pedestrian, she’d smush it into paste, she was beautiful and deadly, and even when a military helicopter snuck up behind her, an unintended swish of her white tail smacked it clean out of the sky.
People would wonder just what that large thumping noise was (clearly having never seen Godzilla…or a kaiju for that matter) and those that did gaze upon her menacing beauty found varying results.
One insurance salesman in a black suit who was about to enter a brothel found nothing but a shortened life and a scream of fear, when he looked up to see what was dripping, and saw a massive bloodstained foot about to squash him, and thus the crowd of perverts he was among died a death some people would pay to have, right on Lucy’s next budding snack.
A young nun who attempted to approach Lucy and beg her to end this carnage found out it was easier said than done, when she walked right next to a foot of Lucy’s…when it was in the middle of setting down.
The shockwave caused one fatality…the window of the bar the nun flew through, not the nun though.
Some other fleeing folk ended up with an even kinkier death, as a crowd of assorted raccoons, humans and other anthros proved slow enough for the stomping kitty to just snatch them up between her toes.
Bloodstained though they were, they also were kinda comfy, but when she started to wiggle her little olives around, the sheer force smushed them up too, their screams of agony ringing through the air as a shower of crimson red poured to the ground.
Yet others had more conflicting experiences, such as a young ferret on top of a skyscraper who was watching on in terror as the feline giantess was in the middle of stomping down the street, cringing as he expected to be smashed to a pulp himself…only to notice something the others didn’t pick up on.
Lucy was purring, like a cat chomping down a bowl full of bacon, or a feline femme with a man she was attracted to, when both were nude in a bedroom.
What surprised this young man…rodent, whatever, even more was she turned to look at him, giving a sultry little wave towards him and a saucier wink.
“Mmm, tasty…maybe if I can get some gas, I could show you sooooo many things.”
The now-homicidal giantess blew the, admittedly cute, ferret a kiss and strolled off down the street, only with a large, sexy sway in her hips.
The ferret, unsure whether or not to be aroused or afraid, fainted…with a nosebleed.
Lucy’s continued swaying of her hot hips confused and aroused the throngs of people fleeing the nude giantess, even when she stepped too close to a building and her buttocks smashed into them, the seismic hip checking leaving large dents and craters at best, or at worst simply demolishing them.
It got even worse when she started to sway her tail some more, smashing that fine, fluffy flesh against buildings, smack dab onto the ground, where it smashed streets, people and cars, and anything in its path like some sort of wrecking ball.
Yeah, Lucy may have been a brutal fighter, but she wasn’t a full out sadist, and certainly not someone who got as wet as she was getting to all this bloodshed and mayhem.
She certainly wasn’t some kind of tease, but given the mood she was in now, well…
Lucy noticed a large glass skyscraper, one with an amusingly phallic shape, a sniff from her nose indicated that it was still full of office drones, and after realizing the population of possible perverts, Lucy decided a good ass indulgence in skullduggery would be needed.
Strolling up to the building, Lucy stood right in front of it, reaching up an arm to knock on the top of it, careful not to really shatter the roof “Meow!” She purred “Hey office drones! Wanna have some milk?
“This horrrrny kitty feels like sharing!”
The violently coquettish kitty leaned right up to the glass, and carefully smushed her ginormous titties against the glass.
In the office, about all the residents, suffered large nosebleeds.
Reaching a hand over, Lucy squeezed it in, beginning to massage and stroke her left nipple, and followed it shortly with her right.
But as more noseblood spilled, regardless of gender, the now insane cat had another plan. “Who wants a jumbo titjob?!” She bellowed, cackling as she stretched both her tits out, spreading them as if to make room for some humongous dick.
But the office soon realized this was more maniacal than erotic. She had spread apart her big ass titties, but when they were on opposite ends of the building, she let go, causing the boobs of death to fly like pendulum balls and smash the building clean in half.
The previously aroused office drones now screamed in terror as the most boobtastic death ever came to them, mounds of the best kind of fat smashing through walls, glass, plaster, and everything in between. No work would be done there, for Lucilla had arrived.
“Ahahahaha! Talk about a gang bang!” She howled, her elation from the screams clear, were Bonnie and Lucy really so different?
Well keep reading slick, the actual answer’s up ahead.
As Lucy turned away from the crumbling building, she saw the military got off their ass and had mobilized a bunch of tanks, and they were in the middle of training their weapons on her.
The feline felon rolled her eyes, took a deep breath…and released a massive jet of flame that incinerated the tanks, the street around them and…anything around the street.
By the time she was sure everyone there was dead, she closed her mouth and huffed indignantly “How rude.”
Stomping over elsewhere, Lucy’s nethers had begun to drip, she may not have had a kaiju around for thousands of miles, but she had to blow off that steam somehow, she’s had more than enough foreplay.
Though there were still throngs of people trying to flee her, she spotted her solution nearby, a building with a very large roof “Hello momma” she purred, reaching up two hands as she tore out a large chunk of building “I think I’m in love.”
The fleeing crowd had no chance, on one side she’d just laid down right on top of them, squashing those poor bastards flat, but she didn’t care so much about smashing all these people and turning into more pools of blood than The Joker leaves when he goes to the supermarket.
Laying flat on her back, the giant kitty spread her legs apart, causing the fleeing crowd to just stop running (FOOLS!) and just stare at the largest vagina any of them had ever seen, and to feel oddly aroused as this destructive maniac positioned the piece of building right in front of it.
Lucy moaned with delight as she turned the piece of rubble into a large dildo “Ohhhh yeah! That’s it!” Her right hand continued to work the ‘long john’ whilst her left hand started to caress her nipple.
The crowd previously preoccupied with running away just stood by, shocked and aroused, mesmerized as Lucy continued to pleasure herself in front of them all.
She was just raising a whole lotta hell, madly thrusting it in and out, stimulating her gargantuan pussy with the improvised glory rod, moaning and purring with a erotic glee, giving herself the once over.
“Oh my god it’s great! Ahhh yeah! Oh!”
The pleasure built up within her, she was a raging volcano of ecstasy right now, and about to explode just like a-…yeah, you know what I mean.
And you also know what a volcano does.
Her dildo masturbation hit the pay off, while she’d dripped enough precum already on her walk through the town, at best it only just knocked people down, because if a large pool of water dropped on your head from a hundred or so feet, wouldn’t you be as well?
But this wasn’t just some dripping, no, when Lucy orgasmed, her pleasured shriek was drowned out by the screaming of the crowd as a tsunami of cum burst forth and though they tried to flee, flee they could not, because it burst forth like the aforementioned monster wave, swallowing them up in the flow of semen, like they were caught in a riptide at the beach, some drowned, some didn’t, but regardless of whether or not they did, the showers any one of them would have afterwards (those that survived anyways) would last the remainder of the day…and possibly the next one as well.
Lucy just lay down on her back, panting after an intense session of kitty self-fucking, felt pretty damned good, she so needed something like that, even before she’d gotten turned into a giant, she’d been really pent up.
It was relaxing to her to not have to feel that way now, it still confused her about why she was acting like this, but she didn’t care.
What she did do however, was feeling damn good…months worth of stressing and pent up urges temporarily relived through vigorous pounding of her kitty hole, and she couldn’t have been happier.
Purring left her mouth, but it ‘sho wasn’t her seductive purring from earlier, but something else, a cute purr, like something you’d expect a little kitten to give out after you’d given it some tender vittles and smelt.
“Meow” she sweetly mewed, a sound that seemed totally at odds with what she’d just done. Her legs began to lift up in the air and kicked at it, the few survivors of her cumplosion realized it at least…that cat was batshit insane.
And when she started batting her arms in the air wildly, like she was juggling a huge, invisible ball of yarn, they were finally smart enough to run.
Since they didn’t run to her left or right, they were lucky enough to escape Lucy’s newest method of killing, the ‘death roll’.
She suddenly started rolling around to the left, continuing to mew and meow like a sweet little kitten, only instead she was like a furry steamroller.
Yep, she used her new size and a buttload of momentum to smash through several brick buildings, crumbling them way down, the mortar and dust cascading down on her like she was being showered by diamonds.
Of course the people who were in the buildings didn’t like this much, whether they were living there, working, or sneaking in purely so they could avoid having “Crushed by a giant cat” on their tombstones, I mean there you are going about your business, when some huge white cat bulldozes you by rolling though your hiding place, crushing you…I mean how would you feel?
But it was the few skyscrapers she rolled through that got it the worst, because Lucy smashing through them forced the buildings to totally collapse, the building tumbling down like a delicate crystal that just met the hammer of a clumsy jeweler. The employees or residents of it tumbling to the ground either intact and screaming, or impaled and falling…but it didn’t matter, either way they turned into pools of bones and blood when they hit the ground.
After about twelve square blocks, and several casinos later, Lucy lay among a pool of rubble eight times her size, covered with pools of blood scattered here and there from the four digit body count she’d made. Her white coat looked like a bloody Kleenex, though parts of her body looked even more white due to all the cum she had on.
Lucy nonchalantly knelt up and licked her lips, not caring, because nobody around her was alive…and those that were happened to be in the middle of clogging the ‘out’ lane of the highways. “Oh my” she purred “I’ve gotten so dirty…I think I need a bath.”
Her tongue slowly reached towards one of her blood and dust covered arms and gave it a good, long lick, it was only the beginning, as the kitty-slut continued to gingerly lick off the bodily fluids and bring them to a resting place in her belly, which was getting pretty full, fast.
But she had just enough room for desert, when she got to her feet, she had to admit she liked that the best, the purest concentration of blood and cum, on a sensitive set of tootsies that made each lick tickle a bit, eliciting purr after purr from her throat.
And before long, she was clean, full, and kinda sleepy.
Lucy pulled up a little pile of rubble for a pillow, and lay down, and she fell asleep surprisingly fast.
Yet as she closed her eyes, she could hear something else.
“Lucy! LUCY! Wake up sis!”
Lucy woke up in the alleyway, exactly where she was before she turned into a giantess, in fact she was exactly where she’d fell.
Her adoptive sister Carli, a blue and red feathered, anthro bird who was currently going through college, was kneeling by her side, holding a medical kit, including something Lucy could tell was used to analyze blood samples offhand, and a breathalyzer. She wore her trademark beret and was quite concerned for Lucy, her beak seeming like she was clenching it too tight to exhale.
“Carli…I’m fucked up” Lucy said, coughing “Wh-where’d the rubble go?”
“About that” Carli said, Lucy was a bit confused for a sec “If you thought you became a giantess and went on an oddly sexual rampage, don’t feel like shit…Bonnie didn’t make any of that happen,”
“I tracked you here by your cell phone; after I couldn’t reach you…Bonnie’s been on the news for the last two hours cleaning out jewelry stores, and then I found you just laying here with your eyes closed and a grin plastered on your puss.”
Lucy’s ears sank and a sad frown covered her face “I’d thought to bring my medical kit from the hotel” Carli continued “And I took a look at your blood…you weren’t having some dream brought on from the back of your mind, Bonnie just got you high with something especially nasty.”
The cat still felt terrible for having been gassed like she did, she then was curious and quite ticked “What, bad acid?”
“Actually it was a Lilliputian drug called Garguantis, put bluntly it makes the user hallucinate themselves as a giant wherever they are. The trips themselves depend on the user, since they still control themselves…but the problem is that mixing it with anything can cause these trips to get out of the user’s power and get things really fucked up.”
Lucy’s eyebrows narrowed “What the hell did she cut it with?”
“Apparently she used chemicals designed specifically to make people violent, some PCP, her own blood…and a too generous helping of Spanish Fly.
“Essentially, a combination like this would basically cause the fantasy to become overly sexual, and the user to fetishize violence for the duration.”
The white cat just lay there in silence as her mind processed what her sis was saying…that bitch didn’t just dope her up so she could jack people’s money, she essentially molested her, forced her into some macabre sexual situation purely to spite her.
It fit Bonnie’s personality perfectly…she loved nothing more than spiting Lucy and tormenting her through non lethal methods, because as much as she hated the cat, she needed her adversary alive so she could maintain her form of immortality at all times, because dying for real was not something she wanted.
And Bonnie knew Lucy’s past, something that violated her would cut through to the bone way too well…but Bonnie did her job too well.
Because she didn’t torment Lucy’s mind, well she did, but it didn’t work, it might have if Carli hadn’t gotten there sooner, but now that she realized just what had happened, she…was pissed.
Her fists clenched, her teeth gritted together harder than Carli’s beak, which now exhaled as she saw Lucy was back to normal…except now it was like Popeye on a ton of spinach. Lucy got up with the speed of a Slender Man teleport and looked into Carli’s eyes.
“Where the fuck is Bonfire Vanities?” She said, she was trying not to growl to her sister, but Carli could hear the undertone in her voice.
A quick check of her phone revealed the truth “She’s robbing Caesar’s Palace and…oh, she’s seen Dean Martin.”
Lucy calmly walked over to her motorcycle “Get your drones, watch over me from a safe distance, I’ll take care of Bonnie once I pay a visit to that pawn shop…the one advertising the barbed wire and power tools.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Let’s just say that a woman scorned hath no fury like ME!”
Bonnie cackled over in Caesar’s Palace after bending Dean Martin over a blackjack table, her goons both restraining him and keeping the panicking crowd at bay as the evil bitch pulled out a strap on “Yeah dino, this is definitely a kick in the-”
“BIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!” Rang out Lucy’s voice, at the opening of the casino, and well over the screams of the crowd.
Bonnie dropped the strap on, horrified at her petard hoisting her onto hot coals.