Tales from Silicon City 23: Dessert Trifecta

Story by psion42 on SoFurry

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#23 of Silicon City

Rated Mature for sexual themes

Characters and setting (C) Psion42 2016

All Rights Reserved

A short 1500 word experiment to describe the relationship between Jello, Pudding, and Soft Serve as well as give develop Soft Serve's character somewhat. Also an experiment in something I may or may not toss.


Tales from Silicon City: Dessert Trifecta

By Psion

All rights reserved

Silicon City, faded jewel of the Californian tech boom and home to countless costumed heroes and villains of all kinds. Gadgeteers of all stripes from the serious and paramilitary like Rivetgal all the way to the silly were particularly dominant in the city's population of capes and cowls. Our story today focuses on three of the more whimsical ones in this sprawl of urban decay and high-tech wonders as the sun began to set on another day in the city....

At first glance, superheroine Jello appeared to be having a very bad day. The brown furred weasel in a yellow and green costume was cornered in a back alley by her two archenemies, Pudding and Soft Serve. The voluptuously endowed mustelid cradled her glistening stainless steel Jelly Gun in her arms as she sized up her opponents. "You girls have enough yet?" She taunted coyly.

"Never!" Came the reply in almost perfect unison, both the bottom-heavy mouse Pudding and the top-heavy koala Soft Serve regarding her with jealous spite in their eyes.

Jello merely smiled and pulled the trigger on her Jelly Gun in an attempt to blast both females with an edible round of fattening gelatin. The gun was empty and she knew it was empty but she pulled the trigger a few more times just for emphasis. "Oh no!" She cried, hoping her fear sounded genuine.

"Ha! We have you now Jello." Pudding crooned playfully. "You always were proud of the fact that you had bigger breasts then me." The mouse gestured to her own modest bustline with her pneumatic pudding pistols before pointing the dessert-spewing weapons back at her captive. Creamy white unitard with matching gloves, heeled boots, and domino mask, and all of it stretched tightly over a gray-furred mouse with long black hair and a jealous look in her brown eyes.

"And a bigger arse then me!" Soft Serve added with a distinctly Australian accent, the gray-furred marsupial smacking her own chubby but small butt for emphasis. Khaki shirt that struggled in vain to keep Soft Serve's enormous bosom from exploding out of her top, matching shorts and mask, and a glistening stainless steel cylinder filled to the brim with cream and whatever ingredients the koala female felt like using at the time; all of it worn by an incredibly busty Australian woman with a cocky air about her.

Jello's face turned into a genuine smile as she regarded them both cockily. "Now girls, there's being born gifted and then there's born being me." A huge-breasted koala sensitive about the size of her small ass and a big-assed mouse sensitive about the size of her smallish breasts both taking their frustrations out on the flirty heroine and her hyper endowed hourglass, that summed up her rivalry with the two females in a nutshell. Well that and the fact that she secretly found these little encounters to be very entertaining...

That little quip did it. Pudding took aim and fired her pudding pistols the weasel's face while Soft Serve used her cryokinesis to draw and shape a cream slurry kept in a canister on her back. Jello did her best to struggle and resist but the torrent of desserts blasted in her face tasted too good to waste. Every time, every time the three of them did this routine she wondered if they would wise up and realize her damsel in distress routine was faked. She could easily avoid the two of them, could easily escape any sort of restraint they came up with, and normally carried more then enough ammunition for her Jelly Gun to turn the tables in a situation like this or immobilize worse foes then the two of them. But she didn't, she deliberately didn't. And as her stomach stretched and bulged to hold the flood of pudding and ice cream, she gave into the bloated bliss that was washing over her and passed out, her stomach wobbling like a massive beach ball as she collapsed on the pavement....

Jello woke up out of her gluttonous stupor after what felt like a few hours. Pudding and Soft Serve had since left her to go on to do whatever else it was they did, leaving her alone with an engorged abdomen stretching her costume like she was several weeks pregnant and a most pleasurable shiver running down her spine. Rubbing her stomach gently as it audibly churned and groaned, she shook her head and smiled. Perhaps it was a good thing those two needed a hint driven with a sledgehammer, the two of them wouldn't be fun if they didn't. Perhaps she needed to find another way to get their attention after she took a couple days to work this into her figure...

Three days later, Arabella Dekens grumbled softly to herself as she sat down in front of the bar at a small strip club. The mouse also known as Pudding had spent the past three days striking out in her villainous exploits, brushing back her long black bangs as she enjoyed a cold drink in her regular identity as a dessert chef. Clad in jeans and a loose-fitting blouse, her gray-furred bottom spread out between two stools, Arabella sighed and looked around with a cool, brown-eyed gaze as she sipped her drink. All looked perfectly ordinary for this hole-in-the-wall gentleman's club that served nice drinks, one that catered mostly to males judging by the overall gender of the audience, until a relatively short female koala with a truly expansive bust climbed onto the stool next to Dekens without looking at who she was sitting with and ordered a drink from the barkeep.

The two black-haired females looked at each other and recognized each other instantly, regarding each other with a cold glare and a look that told the other plenty. Both girls had struck out recently and were enjoying a cold alcoholic beverage. Neither of them particularly liked each other, the jealously both felt for Jello was doubled when they viewed the other, but there was a bit of an "honor among villains" agreement between the two of them, no fights between them in their public personas; especially not in a public place.

The grumpy mouse continued to sip her drink when something out of her field of view caught Soft Serve's eye. Dekens followed her gaze and saw something that made her do a double take. It couldn't be, she had to be imagining things, yet as she continued to watch she realized what she was thinking had to be true. There was no mistaking those measurements, measurements she and the koala probably helped enlarge, the mouse realized despondently...

The crowd of frat boys and single males cheered as a local favorite swaggered onto the stage with a sway of her thick hips. A brown furred weasel, dressed in nothing but a red thong and matching pasties, teased the audience with an impossibly generous hourglass. The dancer teasingly played with breasts larger then her head as she leaned into the pole and slide down into a squat, her gelatinous bubble butt gently bouncing against the floor as her cheeks gently caressed the metal shaft. Coyly taunting onlookers with her incredibly abundant hourglass, she rose back up and gave her body a quick twirl around the pole.

Taking in the audience with a sweeping gaze, she spotted the two females by the bar and the instant their eyes made contact, there was no doubt. This was Jello beyond any suspicion and she knew who they were as well. Yet strangely she didn't seem bothered by this, instead throwing herself into a spirited dance to the audience's delight. Twirling her hair around and bending her body in ways that only a mustelid could, the spirited stripper faced away from the crowd and dropped in a squat before shaking her wobbly bottom in the incognito villains' general direction, regarding both females with a suggestive lick of her lips.

"Do you think she secretly likes it?" Dekens found herself asking as she became engrossed in the display in front of her.

"No mate, she has to be taunting us." The unmasked Soft Serve replied definitively. "Although crikey, looks like all we did was make her bigger." The koala noted glumly.

Arabella shrugged. Yeah that was a stupid thought and it definitely looked like they had only managed to widen the gap between her and them. Time to come up with a new plan then. That was one upside of their rivalry with Jello, at the end of the day she was all talk...