FSE

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We loved her persona so much we made this fic. The original was comical and very hysterical.

Co-Author - Raw19

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Powerless In Space

Chapter 3

The Hots For MechaChick

It had been a day and a half since the last planet. Our silly heroine was still sore and had arrived into the atmosphere of the next planet finally.

"Ah, Left you idiot! Turn left Zoom Zooom ZOOOOooom!" Z shouted hysterically. If the computer heard her voice commands it pretended like it didn't care; seemingly unconcerned, maybe just to blank her irritating personality. The harsh mountain terrain rose up everywhere, and was obstructing any safe flight pattern. The ship was probably doing his best, despite the back seat goofball swerving in her seat and furiously shaking the controls.

"Turn left!!" she cried again."I said left, left, left!"

A good hour later there was a loud digital crashing noise and Z's screen was filled with smoke and flames. Game over flashed across the screen.

"Dammit!" She said, throwing the handheld game down on the floor. "This game sucks!"

"Are you quite done, moron?" The Orgasmanator Queen, asked her. It had already brought them to a safe landing point while she was completely distracted. Z and her sarcastic computer had landed on another strange planet not even half an hour ago. Luckily she'd gotten stuff she needed from the previous planet and she knew she could get more stuff from this planet.

That didn't mean she had to like it. She still had to explore a strange planet without her battle suit. What she would give to become MechaChick again, but this universe or wherever she was seemed to either stop it recharging or is making it take an exponentially long time to charge. Damn this lack of power.

"Stuff it, you jackass. And I should be asking if you're done checking the atmosphere out. Are you?"

"Obviously." was the A.I.'s smart-aleck reply.

"The planet's atmosphere is breathable, but you might feel a little light-headed at times. As for the inhabitants, they're not hostile but..."

"......but?" Z prompted, staring at the computer interface with quite a confused look.

"Well.....just be careful with what you say around them, it's probably the best advice I can give." He finished.

"What is that supposed to mean, numb-nuts? Can't you be straight with me?" She asked in a little tantrum.

"No, I can't, nimrod. I already told you I'm gay."

"Haha very funny, do you see me laughing, well? I'll fry you, you bozo! Now tell me or POW!" She threatened.

"Ta ta for now!" the ship replied. He opened the Airlock and jettisoned his owner outside.

"Wait, I'm still naked!" she yelled as she flew through the air flapping her arms. Luckily she landed on a soft cushion of hay.

~

'No use worrying about it now. I need to get this over with so I can get back to the Eevees!' she thought to herself as she began walking through a forest towards the not-so-distant city. She felt completely self assured in herself that she was the best thing since sliced bread, and the coolest thing to have ever graced this weird planet.'If I run into any perverts I'll POW them!'

The bouncy girl walked through seeing all kinds of colors in the strange forest, it was as if someone had got every color in the universe and painted it random colors, yellow trees with vibrant blue leaves, purple glowing grass, and even the water stream she walked alongside was a shimmering pink. There were even some orange bushes filled with black and pink pinstripe fruits. She didn't really trust it, so hadn't tried any. There did seem to be some strange creatures around but those, those red-furred animal inhabitants hadn't really liked her it seemed, and kept their distance. Well all did apart from one, who'd seemed to be miming that he wanted to take her back to his tree, and gesturing humping actions. She didn't entertain him, although so tempted it would probably have lead her into a gang rape, well it probably would not be rape at all as she would more than likely love it. She thought about a swift kick in the nuts for now would get him to back off, but thought better of it. There'd be time for such recreational activities later.

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~ 10 minutes later ~

Z burst out of the strange, multicolored forest that surrounded the city and had finally reached her destination. A large, purple archway proved to be the only entrance into the city. It seemed it was like some border pass point. A tiny hut, and a table with some drawers for files or something. The colossal construct was guarded by two, pink-furred, female Espeon anthros. They would be sexy in their outfits if she was into other girls that is, but pfft. They wore thin grass-skirts and bikinis, as the weather was warm. She noticed how those skimpy little things were just enough to hide their modest assets. Even so, they were still better dressed then Z, in her strange backpack, goggles, and nothing else, which was probably why they raised an eyebrow as she approached. Z paused and pulled her goggles down over her eyes.

"Universal Translator, activate!" The translator seemed to sweat-drop at that corny line, before doing as she wished and turning on. She then walked over to the two females sitting behind large, mahogany desk.

"Greetings, stranger." the one on the left said. "What business do you have here?"

"Also, why are you buff?" the second spoke up.

Z stared down at her tanned form in confusion. "I'm here for parts. I really need to fix up my ship. Also, I'm not sure. I think I've always been this color."

"She didn't mean your skin color." The first one said, with an air of talking to morons. "She wants to know why you are raw, overt, or in other words nude. Surely you can't be that hot."

"I'm not that hot, no. Well actually I'm a hottie." she shrugged. "And don't call me Shirley. I'm Z aka the awesome Mechachick! Pow! I'm only like this cuz my suit ran out of power."

The two guards exchanged a look, each clearly thinking that this pitiful creature was so poor that she couldn't even afford batteries for her toy outfit to power on.

"Um....here, you can use my spare set." The second guard said, pulling an even skimpier grass-bikini set from a drawer in her desk.

"Cool, thanks!" Z said, taking it from her and putting it on. "I can send it back to you later." "No, no, don't trouble yourself." The guard hurriedly replied, waving her arms. "Please, just consider it a gift."

Z just nodded cheerily thinking what nice and polite Espeon girls they were.

"Now that you're dressed you may enter. Try not to cause any trouble while you are here, Miss.....Mechachick." The first guard said, gesturing at the city.

"Out of curiosity, what happens to people who cause trouble?" Z asked.

"They get punished severely and quite often spanked." one of them said. Z laughed heartily, thinking they were surely joking, but neither of the two anthros so much as batted an eyelid. "Um....I'll just, go in now." Z stated, nervously, walking between the guards and into the archway.

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As she entered the city a purple energy field swept over her form. It blissfully tingled running down her body from head to toe, then back up again between her thighs, where her sweet little honey pot was. It focused there, tingling away and she let out a moan before it stopped; she pouted as she felt the withdrawl. Realizing what just happened, Z looked around in alarm, but it didn't seem to have done anything bad to her so she shrugged it off. She had other things to worry about. Namely getting the supplies and getting back to the ship; this meant before her next orgasm maintenance time. But, she'd worry about that a bit later.

"At least now I have clothes!" She thought with some relief, but she could hardly call this mini grass skirt which fell just a centimetre short of covering the lowest part of her pussy lips clothes. "If some perv had seen me nude, I'd have POW'd him to the moon!" Well not that it made much difference, her cute little area was still just about visible.

Suddenly an eerie aura started manifesting, and a large, glowing purple hand appeared out of nowhere. Then a boxing glove appeared hovering above it, before descending down on to the hand. Before Z had time to dodge it flew fast, and swooped low and coming up right between her legs. The thing punched her straight in the cunt, leaving a huge sting.

"Oomph!" she cried out, doubling over in pain. She looked around, but the strange thing had already vanished. "The fuck just happened?"

"You said the secret word!" a happy sounding voice explained. What was that stupid voice, it was irritating already, and where the heck was it coming from? Was it some alien transmission? Never mind, as if it mattered.

Z looked ahead and spotted a blue-skinned Swampert, male anthro a few feet In front of her. He was dressed as a tour-guide who seemed a few years older than her. She couldn't tell if he was on drugs or something as he was dancing around like some character from a Phoenix Wright game.

"Who...are you, and what are you talking about? You're not some weird Pokemon are you?" she demanded. He gave her a highly affronted look.

"Do I look like some Pokemon? I'm Zafroid Breeblebox a Swampert anthro, an anthro I tell ya Anthroooo!. Not to be confused with Zaphod Beeblebrox. I hate that douchebag. I'm the tour guide for the City of Flufinstuf. As to what I'm talking about, you said the secret word!"

Z stood up, rubbing her sore pussy better, and stared at him like he was retarded. "What do you mean 'secret word'? What word would that be?" The Tour Guide gave her a highly affronted look.

"Don't ask me. You know what word you said." He scoffed.

"Tell me or POW!" she threatened with a glare. Just then two glowing things materialised, one the boxing glove and the other an open hand. They came so suddenly and just like before, out of thin air! They flew with lightning speed and without her MechaChick abilities to dodge them the Boxing glove hit Z in the side of the head. The other open hand swooped in low to that very irresistible exposed target of her sexy round butt; unfortunately Z managed to move enough and was unfortunately caught between her legs. The spank stung her pussy once more, damn it. Tingles ran over her crotch in the aftermath. Before she could launch any kind of counter offensive both assaulting entities vanished; leaving our space heroine knocked on her ass. "Arrgh! That hurt, dammit! I'll kill you!" She shouted at the Tour Guide. He put his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Hey, hey calm down.... I'm not the bad guy or the one doing it. I have no control over the Hands of the Mighty Stroker."

She stopped and calmed down. "Huh? Hands of the Stroker, what the heck are those?" Z asked, with a raised eyebrow. What, was the guy a porn star?

"Mighty Stroker." The Tour Guide corrected her. "He's The Ruler and best swimmer on the planet. Truth be told, we are humble people ruled by a tyrannous leader, the agony we must endure! What were you thinking?"

The girl giggled "Nothing, nothing at all." she said, blushing at her assumptions.

"That aside, it should be obvious by now why you keep getting hit by the H.O.T.S." The Tour Guide said.

"......Because I keep saying POW?" she asked.

Two more fists went flying at her. This time she anticipated them and managed to acrobat to the side, then lunge back the other way, effectively dodging them both; "Ha! Too quick for you!" But she should have taken a look behind her. A third one appeared behind her and punched her butt cheek directly on target.

"Oww! What the hell?!" Z cried, rubbing her violated tush. She also got a dead leg from it, as she hopped while it recovered from numbness.

"Quiet! The secret word is also the forbidden word of the day. Whoever so much as utters it is swiftly punished and the punishment only gets more severe over time. Such is the way of The City of FlufinStuf. Here one must always be mindful of what they say and do as Word is Law. If only a hero would come to save us. We would be liberated and I fear no one can stand up to him as long as he has the H.O.T.S."

Stupid jackasses with their dumb-ass laws she thought. "That's crazy! So every time I say- er, P.O.W. I'll be smacked around by some famous stroker's glowing hands?!" Our little buddy MechaChick had been careful to spell out the word this time, rather than saying it. She wasn't an idiot after all, well not all the time anyway. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder just then and turned around. A giant hand threw a cream pie in her face when she turned; to which she cried out in surprise. Then, while she was distracted, it smacked her across the chest making her sexy tanned boobs jiggle from the harsh slap before vanishing."OWW!" she screamed, holding her sore breasts and wiping the cream off her face.

"Indeed you will." The Tour Guide confirmed. "It will also happen if you spell out the word or think too often and too loudly about the word."

Mechachick moaned in annoyance; her entire body sore now. If she ever found the guy that had the H.O.T.S she'd make damn sure his 'stroking' days were over. "Wait a minute. I said...that word earlier, outside the gates. Nothing bad happened then, dammit!"

The Swampert anthro rubbed his chin thinking a moment. "Hmmm. Probably because you were 'outside the gates' as you said. When anyone enters the city they're marked by a purple energy field, which then enables the H.O.T.S. to find and punish them. It will disperse after you leave the city. Now then! Let us get the tour started, that's why you're here I bet!" The Swampert tour guide said, walking off down a golden-brick road and further into the city.

~

At this point our feisty vixen was rather sore, tired, and pissed off. The 'Tour Guide from the Happy Mating Fan Club' called the 'Underworld' in some circles had spent the last few hours leading her all over the city. None of it'd had anything to do with fixing her ship, and all of it could be chalked up to really bad experiences.

With her holding the bag. But, apparently this was all mandatory. All new visitors were taken on this tour so they'd know what to expect if they decided to vacation there, move there, or even invade. She'd been shown shops, stands, the library, the museum, and a restaurant. The cities inhabitants hadn't bothered her so much, but she was more than sick of this invisible ruler who had the H.O.T.S. for her. Try as she might, the letters P.O.W. kept appearing together in her sentences and she kept being punished for it. Her cunt, breasts, and ass had been slapped, punched, and flicked more often than the cheapest girl at a whore-house.

Sometimes it kind of turned her on, and she couldn't deny it got her pussy dripping now and then. But, most times it just out right pissed her off. She'd decided awhile back that this was a messed up city. Kooky-dressed residents aside, what was really weird were the loud-speakers all over the place, well now she at least knew where that voice was coming from. Every now and then they'd boot up and the voice of The Ruler would be heard. He'd then proceed to give really obscure orders to the cities inhabitants. Stuff like 'walk backwards for thirty minutes', 'flash everyone your ass for ten minutes', 'trick someone into saying the word of the day'.

Mechachick's body was riddled with red sore marks from all the times she'd been tricked into saying POW. Her feet were sore from all the ass' she had kicked in retaliation. She also hadn't bothered with any of the other commands; finding them trivial and stupid, and had been punished each time for that. At least the tour guide was nice enough to give her a lollipop.

She sighed as it was finally lunch time. They both lined up at a hot-dog stand and, would you believe it, a hot dog with no meat? Some stupid poke-corn crap. She waited, finally reaching the stand while suckling her lollipop. Z bent over the counter with an all male Pokemon and anthro queue behind her. She only noticed what she did after hearing a little panting. She looked over her shoulder and giggled. Well they were getting an eyeful of her ass and pussy as the skirt was riding up her ass. She looked ahead choosing what she wanted on her hot dog, wriggling her ass and giving a great exhibition of her perfectly adorable pussy. Her body was feeling hotter as she teased while making her selections, suckling and licking her lollipop. Off course the little meanie was enjoying all the male attention. She could feel the floor thudding as an enormous Snorlax was walking past. She continued to sway her ass while remaining in the position with her legs spread enough for a great view. The snorlax walked over what was apparently a loose floor-board. She was really getting into it and dripping wet when she saw a plank come up between her legs, followed by a loud slapping sound as her juices splashed over her inner thighs. Z's eyes watered up as her face planted into the counter.

"My poor itsy bitsy clitsy...." she sobbed.

The snorlax stopped "Oops sorry little lady."

"No problem.... its ahh.... quite... alright...." she said with a struggle. He continued on his way. The food guy put a paper plate down next to her face which was still on the counter while her hands where still between her legs.

"Here's your order missy, hmm that sure is a nasty place to get hit. Ah well Bonne petite."

"Gee thanks...." she said sarcastically as she grabbed the plate, and moved away walking funny. The blue haired girl took a bite into the hotdog and it deflated. "What the hell, that's the last straw! This...is no way for a city to be... treating its visitors, idiots!"

"Of course it is." The tour guide assured her, as they stood near a building that looked like it would carry what she needed. "When they break the rules. We get any number of visitors here from all over the world and without enforceable rules this planet would have fallen to chaos and disaster ages ago. But many innocents are made examples off, or publicly punished, there is nothing you or I can do to stop this mad man from making the law and ruling over us. We are scared, but ah well I do also enjoy watching public discipline if it involves nudity."

A loudspeaker went off just then and a crackly, overly cheerful voice was heard quite clearly all over the City. "Attention, Please and Hello, Please. This is a notice to all residents and visitors of FlufinStuff. For the next hour, all persons are reminded to mind their manners and use their please and thank you's. It will please to love thy brother and love thy neighbour. That is all. Thank you."

Z decided to ignore the loudspeaker as she was getting incredibly ticked by this rulers stupid requests and opted to focus on her tour guide. "Hey, does that store over there sell foily stuff? I needs it!"

Before she got an answer, a rude haughty female voice spoke from behind her. "I'll thank you to please move out of my way, fool."

"Huh? What the hell? Just walk around idiot, there's space all around me." Z continued to chat to the tour guide when a loud crack rendered the air and left her grunting; having felt something strike her back. Did that insane woman just hit her with a whip? "Ow, you whipped me! Wait, are you challenging me then? Cool, I accept! Now I get to destroy something at last...." Z rattled off.

The woman, who was also blue-haired, just scoffed at her. "Ha! Please. Foolish fool thinking her foolishly foolhardy threats can scare me. I'm not fooled by your false bravado, fool, thank you very much." The woman tried to whip Z again, but our heroine was ready for it this time and ducked out of harm's way, then at another strike at her, she managed to jump into a combat roll avoiding the follow up attack. Her flimsy grass skirt swayed around with each of her movements, but that didn't bother her at all. Having no weapons Z attacked bare-handed and flying tackled the woman. She tore the whip out of her hand and started beating her around the head with it. This continued for some while as stars rotated around the unfortunate woman's head.

All of sudden some loud police sirens went off nearby. A red-furred Emboar anthro in an Officer's Cap rode around the corner paddling away high above them in a hovering flying canoe. Could this place get weirder? The bulky officer snorted loudly as he stopped, then he dropped anchor and climbed down as he panted and sweated; all those doughnuts surely didn't help him out here. He managed somehow to get down the rope of his so-named 'P & T mobile' so he was next to the ladies on the ground.

"I'm Officer Mahone. What's going on?" he snorted, of course he was a piggy and all, what did you expect.

The blue-haired woman, still getting beat round the head, answered him. "Please help, Officer. This foolish fool is being most impolite..... Thank you for coming."

The Officer was much larger than Z and very pudgy, however he was rather strong as he stepped in and dragged Z off of the woman, lifting Z up over his head while she thrashed her arms around helplessly. "Now, now, break it up. Break it up." he snorted again.

"But..but, she started it!" Z whined. "She hit me with a whip and called me a foolish fool!" She shouted, still very fired up.

"Perhaps she did." the Officer granted. "But I'm not putting you down till you promise to calm down please, I'd be thankful if you did." The fiery girl settled down, at last allowing officer Mahone to put her back on solid ground. Z folded her arms across her chest and stamped her foot.

"She hit me with the whip first!"

"But, did she say 'please' and 'thank you' when she did?" he enquired, trying to get as much info as he could to resolve the issue.

Z blinked and thought about it. "I guess so, but what does that change?-"

"Everything." Mahone said, cutting her off. "Now, did you say 'Please' or 'Thank You' before your counter attack?"

"No, of course not, Officer Baloney. Who would actually say-?"

"Everyone." Mahone said, cutting her off again, while rubbing his chin. "And that's Mahone to you, not Baloney! It's the hour of Thankfulness. We're all supposed to be saying 'Please' and 'Thank You' until the hour is up to show manners and goodwill." he said snorting heavier. Z was baffled, as the officer said please and thank you but not every time he replied.

"Hey why aren't you getting punished then? You aren't saying those stupid words often enough or, like in every sentence or reply?"

He shook his head at her. "They let anyone into the city these days. That's enough little lady. I don't have to, as the law is the law, and I'm a law enforcer, therefore law. I don't have to say it, I just enforce it. It allows good officers like me to catch bad people when they break the law. For example if I was walking backwards and someone broke the law and ran past me in the walking backwards hour, how would you expect me to catch them?"

That did make sense to Z a little, but it didn't change the fact this planet was full of idiots, and idiot laws to govern them. "Just let me be on my way and I won't cause further commotion alright?"

"Now, since she obeyed the rules and you didn't I'm afraid that she's right and you're wrong. Which means you'll have to be booked for repeated violations due to not saying please and thank you, additionally I noted a further seven while we chatted." He raised his hand which contained a digital pen and pulled out some holographic tablet. He started jotting something down by clicking on the icons that appeared in the air. "That means you broke the law seven times and this is very serious young lady...." She was in so much trouble now.

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Author notes

The Amazing CannonFodder - Well that was a blast, and oh dear my poor little Z! We'd love all support given, and also are taking any requests for interesting comedy abuse situations you'd love to see her in, pairings, or OC's/Poke or Fur - sona's etc, or whatever. We'll do our best to add them. We'll try add your characters but give a brief description of what you'd like, or a descent description of your 'sona/ OC. Me and my buddy raw love to see our heroine get it!

Raw19 - Guilty as charged. My partner speaks the truth, so we urge you to speak your mind. Drop us a line. Review. Pretty please? All reviews, comments, suggestions, inquiries and criticisms are always welcome and appreciated and will be responded to by us.