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.