The Galaxy Rangerettes

by Orb

 

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On the dark side of the third moon of Planet Natria, sat Lord Vexor's cloaked Steel Tower. His angry voice echoed throughout its icy throne room.

 

"The Malechons are conquerors!  Yet, we are being made fools of by teenage girls! "

 

Vexor shared the visage of the Grim Reaper. His red eyes glowed from under his hooded robe as he stared at his two minions.

 

Mechiphon was quick to reply.

 

"I will have a new army ready in two weeks. With it, I'll crush The Galaxy Rangerettes once and for all!"

 

"Two weeks?" Vexor growled at the six-foot robot.

 

"What have you been working on, Witch?"

 

The Silken Witch stepped forward. The curvaceous brunette's pale form was clad in a black two-piece bikini with a swirling black cape.

 

"I have developed an enchanted machine that will render the Rangerettes powerless."

 

"Tell me more."

 

"With pleasure lord.  I have discovered the Rangerette's secret energy source. Their amazing abilities come from their Power Panties. Without their incredible undies, they are mere mortals.

 

I've dubbed my machine, The Pervitron. Once a girl steps inside, her underpants are immediately dematerialized. There's no defense. ha ha ha... The Rangerettes won't know what hit them!"

 

"I'm missing something." Vexor replied. "How are going to get them into the machine?"

 

"Oh well. That's a minor detail." The witch explained. "I plan to disguise my machines as large photo booths. They'll be placed in malls throughout the capital city. Pretty young girls love to get their picture taken together.

 

Eventually, the rangerettes will unsuspectingly step inside for a group photo. Because it's a photo booth, we'll not only possess their panties; we'll know their secret identities as well. ha ha ha!"

 

Vexor sighed. It sounded like a fair plan. Most plans sound well at the start. What choice did he have?

 

"Alright. Move forward."

 

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Weeks later...

 

"Well?... Have you had any success yet?", Vexor inquired.

 

The Silken Witch bit her lip and failed to meet his eyes.

 

"Not just yet, but we are making progress. I assure you."

 

"Progress? Prod tells me that half our storerooms are filled with girl's underpants."

 

Prod, a squat troll, was Vexor's diminutive assistant. He stood in Vexor's shadow, glowering at the witch.

 

"Well yes. I'm working on that." The Witch replied.

 

Vexor paused and turned to Mechiphon.

 

"Please tell me you're ready."

 

"I am sire. I've developed the next generation of my Mechinations. I'll take a battalion of my robots to Natria and pulverize the Rangerettes."

 

Vexor heard himself say the all too familiar words.

 

"Alright. Move forward." .

 

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On Planet Natria, just outside the capital city.....

 

Mechiphon's stiff, electronically synthesized voice resonated across the grassy plain.

 

"I'm back! You have no chance to survive Rangerettes. Make your time!"

 

Susan, a.k.a. Red Rangerette, leader of the Galaxy Rangerettes, stood her ground and feigned a yawn. The rangerette's costumes resembled those of roller derby queens. Susan sported a bright red helmet with a sun visor that partially masked her face. The rest of her costume consisted of a tight spandex top, comm belt, short skirt, elbow and kneepads, red gauntlets, and sporty shoes. On her left flank stood Green and Pink Rangerette. Blue and Gold were on her right.

 

"Bring it on 'bolt-brain'." the always feisty Green Rangerette called out.

 

Mechiphon wasted no time.

 

"Mechinations attack!"

 

In no time, a column of killer robots advanced towards the five nineteen-year-olds.

 

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An hour later, at the mall cafe, the rangerettes had changed back into their school uniforms and were pondering their menu choices.   The five were freshmen at the Capital Institute of Science.  The only trace of their rank was their multi-colored hair barrettes.  Susan, their leader, was a tall athletic redhead with straight long hair and freckles.  To her right, sat Jade with a green barrette.  Like Susan, the dark-skinned beauty was tall, slim, and fit.  On Jade’s right, sat Julie, a.k.a. Gold Rangerette.  The blue-eyed blond-haired girl was known for her dazing looks and constant cheer.  Across from Julie, Veronica sat expressionless.   Raven-haired and highly intelligent, Blue Rangerette was a technological expert.  At the far end of the table sat the petite Pink Rangerette.  Aiko shifted forward in her seat so her feet could touch the floor.

 

Susan looked about cafe before leaning in.

 

“All right guys.  It’s time to awards points.”  She said in a low voice.

 

The waitress showed up with five milkshakes: cherry, chocolate-mint, banana, blueberry, and strawberry.  After a pause Susan continued.

 

“ OK.  Mechy showed up with 100 bots this time.  That’s 35 for me.  Jade scored 32.  Julie took out 17.  Veronica had 11 and Aiko got 5.   Well done guys!”

 

Jade nudged her. 

 

“Almost tied you this time.”

 

“Almost.”  Red shot back.

 

“Wait.” Came a soft voice from the end of the table. 

 

All eyes turned towards Aiko as she dug into her purse, pulled out a black box with wires jutting outward, and set it on the table.  Veronica’s eyes lit up.

 

“How many points to I get for this?”  Aiko asked.

 

Susan’s mouth fell open.

 

“A trans-key?  You got it off one of the bots before it self-destructed?  We’ve been trying forever to get one of those.  How?”

 

“Just luck I guess.  I kicked a bot and it popped off.  So I grabbed it.” 

 

“I’d say Pinky earned 1000 points today.” Veronica smiled.

 

“Way to go!”, cheered Julie.

 

Susan turned to Veronica who was carefully studying the transporter device.

 

“Is it damaged?”

 

“Nope.  I can have it decoded and usable in about an hour.”

 

“Alright guys.”  Susan straightened up.  “This is what we’ve been waiting for, a portal that leads right to the Malechon‘s hidden base.  Let’s suit up.  We‘re going to pay Vexor a house call.”

 

Julie anxiously squeezed Aiko hand.  The cute Japanese teenager grinned and triumphantly slurped her milkshake.

 

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A defeated Mechiphon stood in the throne room before Lord Vexor.

 

"You had an entire battalion and you couldn't defeat a single rangerette?!", Vexor thundered.

 

Mechiphon was busy calculating the appropriate response to avoid an energy blast from Vexor's Skull Staff. He saw the staff's eyes glow red.

 

"No...., not again..."  He thought.

 

Zolt!

 

His smoking, headless structure crashed to the floor.  The Silken Witch gave a loud sigh. This was a common occurrence at the Steel Tower.  In roughly ten minutes, Mechiphon would reboot and his nanites would be busy reconstructing his cranium.   At this point, Lord Vexor's attention always turned to her. 

 

"Honestly, I don't know why you continue to rely on him.  I will bring the Rangerettes to their knees."

 

Vexor was in a foul mood.

 

"Thanks to you. My tower is full of girl's underwear!"

 

“Give it time, lord.  Obviously, my photo booths are very popular.  Hundreds of girls are getting their panties pinched every week.  Any day now....”

 

The witch was interrupted as a clanking Mechination strode into the room and bowed.

 

“Lord Vexor.  We are under attack.  It’s the Galaxy Rangerettes.  They are here.”

 

“The Rangerettes!?  But how?” 

 

Vexor regained his composure. After a pause, he ordered. 

 

“Take the remaining battalions and attack!”

 

The centurion left.  Explosions and rocket fire were now audible.  The witch conjured a sphere of protection. 

 

“They won’t hold them off for long.” She thought to herself.

 

Vexor was silent.  He looked down at Mechiphon and had second thoughts about blasting him. 

 

“C’mon.  Get up.  Shake it off.”

 

Mechiphon continued to spark and smolder.  Moments later, five flashes came to rest and the Galaxy Rangerettes stood before him.

 

“So Rangerettes!  We finally meet!  My underlings have failed me.  No bother.  I’ll defeat you myself!”  Vexor declared.

 

His Skull Staff glowed. 

 

Zolt!!!

 

Susan leaped out of the way of an energy blast in the nick of time.  Vexor targeted Gold Rangerette yet continued to miss the spry heroine.  He had underestimated his opponent’s speed and agility.

 

Blue and Pink Rangerette made for the Silken Witch, yet, with a swirl of her cape, the villainess disappeared.  Soon, they were dodging energy blasts.  With Vexor’s attention diverted, he did not see the attack coming from his peripherals.  Red and Green Rangerette simultaneously landed devastating kicks.  Red drove her foot into Vexor’s mid-section, while Green split the Skull Staff with her kick.  Vexor crumpled. 

 

“My staff!” He screamed.  His robes fell to the floor as he evaporated into a cloud of dark smoke. 

 

“I can’t believe it!  The staff was his power source.”  Susan exclaimed.  “We did it!”

 

The Rangerettes high-fived each other.

 

“Yes you did!  Thank you!  You’ve freed us all!” 

 

The Rangerettes turned.  To their surprise, it was their nemesis, The Silken Witch.

 

“I am sorry.  As a Malechon,  I was honor bound to follow Vexor’s orders.  But now, with his passing, I am Queen of the Malechons and there shall be peace between Natria and us!”

 

The Rangerettes were stunned by her declaration.  Soon, it was announced by satellite to all the Natria that a peace treaty was to be signed.

 

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At the cafe, the rangerettes discussed the future.

 

“I can’t believe the Silken Witch is so nice.”  Jade said.  “I always thought she had it in for us.”

 

“It just goes to show that appearances can be deceiving.”  Julie replied.

 

The girls listened to the news report coming from the television in the corner. 

 

“Tomorrow, the Galaxy Rangerettes, our planet’s protectors, will be presented with a signed peace treaty by the Queen of the Malechon nation.  Henceforth, their attacks upon Natria will cease.”

 

Aiko looked up from her milkshake.

 

“Wow.  What are we going to do after tomorrow?  With no more killer robots, things are going to be kinda dull.”

 

“I’ll take dull.”  Susan smiled.  “ I can use a break to catch up on my homework.”

 

Veronica and Jade nodded in agreement.

 

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The next day at noon....

 

A long white table divided the throne room of the Steel Tower.  Video cameras were mounted overhead.  The citizens of Natria and the Malechons all watched the momentous occasion from the satellite feed.

 

On one side of the table stood the Silken Witch with Mechiphon at her side.  Prod hung back in the shadows.

 

“Rangerettes.  Please have a seat while the declaration is read.”

 

The Rangerettes stepped forward towards the five chairs on the opposing side of the table and took their seats.

 

The Silken Witch cleared her throat.  She now wore a gilded bikini and cape with a jeweled crown atop her head. 

 

“I wanted to thank the Galaxy Rangerettes for coming.  You are Planet Natria’s sole protectors.  Thanks to you, the reign of Lord Vexor has ended and I have assumed the throne.   It is most fitting that all of Planet Natria is watching.  They will now witness the dawn of a new era of peace.   I and I’m sure all of Natria want to thank you for your courage and support.  Of course, in this new time of peace, your services will no longer be required.”

 

“What are you talking about?!”  Susan interrupted.

 

Arm restraints snapped into place, pinning the girls in their seats.  The witch continued.

 

“The treaty states that, in exchange for peace, I will be the ruler of Planet Natria.  I invited you here today for a surprise retirement party, rangerettes.” She smirked.

 

“I knew she was no good.”  Jade hissed.

 

Even with their enhanced strength, the restraints were holding firm.  The witch pressed a button underneath the table.  Robotic arms sprang into action.  They quickly began to disrobe the young heroines.  Susan and her teammates twisted and turned as the arms undid their chinstraps and removed their helmets.

 

“ Please stop!  Our secret identities....”   Susan fretted.

 

It was no use.  The angelic girls watched as their helmets came off and their hair fell down to their shoulders. 

 

“Everyone can see our faces.”  Jade exclaimed.

 

Before they knew it, the arms were busy tearing off their short skirts.

 

Rrriiiipppppp!

 

The witch offered mock sympathy. 

 

“Don’t worry girls.  I’ll let you keep your tops and panties on for a few minutes more.  I just want your friends, family, and all of Natria to see the look on your faces as you meet the humiliating end of your careers.”

 

The girls continued to struggle in her seats.

 

“We’ve got to break free!”  Susan urged.

 

“These buzzy boners will weaken your resistance.”  The witch replied.

 

She pressed the button again.

 

Splub! Splub! Splub! Splub! Splub!

 

The girls looked down.  From the seat of their chairs, thick, flesh-colored phalluses sprouted up between their thighs.  The cocks hardened and began to vibrate.  The chairs lifted and tipped forward.   Pulled by gravity, the innocent teens unwillingly slid forward until their genitals were snug against the pulsing penises.  The girls let out gasps followed by moans.

 

“Oh my god!” breathed Julie.

 

The diabolical dildoes were unrelenting.  The vibrating cocks transmitted waves of pleasure through the crotches of their panties to their clitorises.  Soon that fabric was soaked with pussy juice.  One mind-numbing climax followed another.  Words and even coherent thoughts were no longer possible.  Veronica was silent and breathless.  Julie and Aiko wept while emitting soft moans.  Susan and Jade made animalistic grunts.  Squirming in their seats made their pussies rub up and down against the pleasure poles.

 

The Silken Witch gloated triumphantly. 

 

“You’re not so feisty now that those cocks are playing your pussies like Stradivariuses.  I’m sorry but I’ve got an empire to rule.  It’s time to finish you off.  I’m sending you on a one-way journey into the Pervitron.  It will pluck off your precious Power Panties.  Ta ta  Galaxy Tarts!”

 

She pulled a level on the floor.  A panel opened on the sidewall.  The chairs swiveled ninety degrees.  The Rangerettes now faced the peril that lay before them.   Their eyes widened as the chairs began to move.  The seats coasted on rails, taking the girls closer and closer to the entrance of The Pervitron.  The buzzy boners had synchronized.  The climaxing quintet was moaning in unison.

 

ngh! ngh! uh! ngh! uh! oh! ooo! ngh! ngh!

 

One by one, the helpless and horny heroines entered the creepy declothing device.   They exited just as quickly.  Cameras captured their humiliation as they slid down a metallic slide.  The naked 19-year-olds scooted downward on their derrieres spread-eagle.  The Pervitron had performed perfectly.  The Galaxy Rangerettes had been deprived of the panties. In fact, they had been stripped completely nude except for their short socks.  A hidden camera at the base of the slide gave slow motion close-ups of their muffs as they went by.  Each girl had a curly crotch carpet that matched her drapes.  The five landed on top of one another in an awkward pile.  The modest girls quickly got up and covered their nakedness.  Each had an arm across her nipples while cupping her pussy with the other free hand.  The white room was empty except for a large steel container in the center and cameras overhead.

 

“Our panties!  That machine stripped us naked!”  Aiko exclaimed.

 

Susan tried to remain calm.

 

“I know.  Don’t worry guys.  We’re not down yet.  We’ll find a way to get our costumes back.”

 

The witch’s voice came over a speaker.

 

“Everything is going according to my plan.  By now, you’ve probably realized that it was I who disabled the self-destruct on the trans-key.  You took care of Vexor.  Now, I’m taking care of you.  I tickled your twats and plucked off your panties.  Now, it’s time for the world to see you receive your retirement gift.  I’m sure you’re all familiar with F-zone #4.”

 

Susan muttered “no...” under her breath.   F-zone #4 was infamous.  The ‘F’ stood for forbidden.  Actually, it was forbidden only for women.  The creatures on that planet, in a bizarre evolutionary twist, had developed the most powerful reproductive systems.  Mass reproduction was necessary for species to survive the harsh environment of F-zone #4.   Every schoolgirl on Natria had heard horror stories of women crash landing on #4.  ‘Getting Four-k’d was slang for being knocked-up.

 

The witch continued. 

 

“There were so many delightful creatures to choose from.  I decided upon a Bagpipe Monster.  It’s the largest of its kind.  You, of course, may remember from history, the revolution on Planet Ordella, thirty years ago.  Fewer people know the fate of the princesses of the royal family.  Once in power, the revolutionaries wanted to make sure there would be no more heirs to the throne.  The four daughters of the king were therefore introduced to a Bagpipe Monster.  Afterward, they produced many offspring, but none were shall we say... human. 

 

Are you familiar with the term, “rainbow party”?  It’s time for yours to begin.  Don‘t be shy.  Only seven billion are watching.”

 

The side panels of the container descended into the floor and the rangerettes mouths fell open.  They had never seen nor heard of a Bagpipe monster.  It was a creature that few wanted to talk about around young women. 

 

The creature was nothing more than a giant sex organ.  It was a massive, five-ton scrotum, filled with thousands of testicles.  Its aroma smelled like a man’s cock and was laced with powerful pheromones.  After an intoxicating whiff, the girl’s legs gave way and they fell to their knees.  Like all the creatures on F-4, the monster wasted little time.  From apertures in its side, ten-foot-long stiff cock-shaped tentacles shot outward and into the girl’s mouths. 

 

Sploosh!!! Glub!!!

 

The Silken Witch was alone in her chambers.  She watched the defilement while pleasuring herself.  The disgusting creature had lived up to its namesake.  The Galaxy Rangerettes were being face-fucked by what looked like a giant bagpipe.  Aiko was the first.  A set of tentacles lifted the cute Asian girl upward and set her on the creature’s back.  Moments later, the limbs laid her back on the ground.  The exhausted teen laid flat on her back with her legs spread apart.   The rest of the girls could clearly see that their best friend had been impregnated.  Yellowish cum oozed from Aiko’s slit.  The creature had filled her womb with its seed.  Already, there was a slight bulge in her abdomen.  Her tiny titties were starting to swell with milk.  None the less, the remaining girls continued to feverishly give head, patiently waiting their turn.  Jade was next, followed by Veronica and Julie.  Susan looked at her fallen teammates.  All had ridden the monster and had their pussies pumped full of seed.  Their faces were also splattered with cum.  She now truly realized that this was their retirement party.  The Silken Witch had won.   The Galaxy Rangerettes were four-k’d. 

 

It was her turn.  The tentacles lifted and set her onto a saddle shaped portion  of the creature’s back.  Susan felt like she was riding a pink hairy beanbag.    Its skin felt warm against her naked thighs.  A thick cock quickly emerged and made for her mouth.  Soon, her lips were stretched tight around it.  It was then that she realized what a ‘rainbow party’ was.  On the cock were four rings of lipstick: pink, green, blue, and yellow.  Susan’s painted lips added a rouge ring.  The rainbow was complete.  Between her thighs, she felt a second phallus push up against the lips of her pussy.  It gently increased the pressure.  Susan winced as her vagina relented and accepted its first visitor.  Her love canal was already quite moist from the day’s activities.  It worked its way up her vaginal canal as she bounced in the saddle with a cock in her mouth.  Soon, she felt it reach her cervix.  The teen was promptly pumped full of cum at both ends.  She watched as a series of bulges traveled up the cock in her mouth.  Susan gulped down load after load of warm, gooey cum.  The stiffy in her snatch simultaneously geysered into her fertile womb.  Having accomplished their mission, the cocks quickly retracted.  Susan, like her friends, received a generous facial.  Her pussy, likewise, was given a thick exterior coating.  The tentacles laid her down with her inseminated teammates.  The five friends shared a long nap. 

 

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When the girls awakened, the sight of their new bodies greeted them.   Susan rubbed her bulging abdomen.  Her perky breasts had been converted into huge sagging milk sacks.  Milk dripped from her nipples.  Susan looked at her friends.

 

“I hate to say this guys, but I feel...... wonderful!”  She cooed.

 

Jade, Julie, Veronica, and Aiko were equally preggo.  They smiled in agreement as their hands explored their body’s strange new curves.

 

“I feel all warm and tingly inside.”  Julie exclaimed. 

 

Jade bit her lip.  “Guys, when you were, you know , up there, ..... oh my god did that feel good.  It kinda hurt but it felt so good.  I can’t stop thinking about it.”

 

The girls turned and looked adoringly at the Bagpipe Monster.    Minutes later, a centurion escorted the rangerettes to the maternity ward.  The witch wanted them used for propaganda purposes.  To her surprise, the girls obliged.  The sex monster had filled them with its chemicals and turned them into happy breeders.  Soon the girls had their legs spread with their ankles in stirrups.  Five cameras were trained on their pussies. 

 

The witch gave the signal.

 

“It’s show time!”

 

The cameras activated, giving all of Planet Natria an obscene view of their beloved protectors.  They watched as the teens struggled to birth their first offspring.  Over a period of hours, their vaginas were stretched larger and larger.  Eventually, ten-pound baby bagpipe monsters squeezed out of their pink holes.  People fainted on Natria, yet the girls congratulated one another and continued to push.   Slimey creatures continuously popped out of their huge pussies.

 

With the rangerettes eliminated, the Silken Witch became a tyrant much worse than Vexor.  Life was difficult for all under her rule including her closest associates.  Mechiphon and his robot mercenaries were constantly driven to conquer new worlds.  He fought battle after battle.  At night, his electronic brain dreamt of returning to his mechanical world.  Prod felt the Queen’s wrath daily. 

 

The witch found the bagpipe monster quite useful.  The daughters and girlfriends of political opponents were similarly stripped and delivered to the creature.  One thing that always bothered her was that its victims seemed to enjoy their fate afterward. 

 

One day, Prod came up with a delightfully wicked idea.  In her private chambers, the queen anxiously stripped for her bath.  She stepped into the empty tub and sat down.  Prod had installed a golden pull-chain overhead.  She gave it a sharp yank.  She could hardly wait.  Prod told her that he had connected all the pregnant victims in the maternity ward to powerful milking machines.  Pulling the chain would fill her bath with warm milk while simultaneously draining all their enormous breasts.   Any moment, breast milk would gush from the tub faucet.  She had no idea that it was all an elaborate trap.  The bottom of the tub gave way and the naked queen’s bottom hit a metal slide.  It promptly delivered her to the holding cell of the bagpipe monster.  She landed on top of the creature.  In no time, her heart-shaped ass was in the saddle.  The witch queen’s jugs shook and bounced as she was royally fucked.

 

That day, the Silken Witch was given a much needed attitude adjustment.  After a long nap, she was delighted to find herself enormously pregnant.  She felt happy for the first time in her life.  The women in the birthing center were immediately released.  They were no longer her prisoners, but sisters in maternity. 

 

The Galaxy Rangerettes came home to a hero’s welcome.  The queen soon became known as the most generous ruler in the galaxy.  Mechiphon and his Mechinations were much better engineers than soldiers.  They were welcomed from planet to planet as they rebuilt the war torn empire.  The capital of Natria was completely rebuilt.  It became the most modern city in the system. 

 

The rangerettes passed their panties on to five young attractive successors.  Theirs and the Queen’s impregnation were cause for celebration.  The Bagpipe Monster had saved the galaxy.  It lived in the Natrian zoo like a sacred cow.  Its offspring were dutifully returned to F-4.

 

From there on, every four years, when the new Galaxy Rangerettes reached the age of nineteen, an incredible parade was held.  Thousands lined the streets as the girls traveled by float through the city to the zoo.  The citizens cheered as they voluntarily strode into the Pervitron.  As was the custom, the Power  Panties would be passed on to five new girls. 

 

The virgins exited and found themselves standing naked before the bagpipe monster.  The creature was happy, well fed, and oblivious of the outside world.   It, however, performed its ceremonial duties with the utmost efficiency.  The silly girls promptly had their cunts filled with seed.  The crowd watched as the monster laid them on their backs and settled down with them for a long nap.

 

THE END.