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A Surprising Friendship
Part 1
by Jonathan "Fanfic Fetishist" Spires
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Midnight...
A massive, deep forest...
Where a dark woman runs for her life...
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	"CAMAHN, you slowpokes!  We can still catch her if we hurry!" screamed a gruff female voice.

	"That's right!  Remember, she has a trillion credit bounty on her head!  And if you're scared of her rep, don't be!  She's WUSSED OUT!!" screamed a male voice.

	Several other voices laughed, and the dark woman, their target, groaned softly, wishing she hadn't sworn not to take another life ever again.  But she had, and she would follow through on it to the end.

	Which was, unfortunetly, looking to be very close right now.

	So she ran, using her abilities to pick her way easily through the trees.  Her pursurers, not as equipped to see and move in such an environment, would be hampered.  But the dark woman knew it was a futile effort.  She had been running for the past two days without stop, and these bounty hunters were all on hovercycles, each one with a self-renewing power supply.

	But running is all she could do.

	Eventually, even beings such as she ran out of energy.  Panting, she continued on as best she could, her footsteps thudding as she became more and more fatigued, her breath coming in deep, ragged gasps.  Her powerful legs were burning in agony, but she kept running, kept weaving through the trees, hoping in vain that her pursuers would get lost in the maze-like trees.

	I could destroy them all within seconds... I have the power... she thought frantically, NO!!!  I don't do that anymore.   I don't.  I just have to keep running...

	But that was no longer an option.  She was tired, completely out of breath.  She was finished.

	Putting on a last burst of speed, the dark woman burst out of the forest, coming into what looked like a massive garden, one consisting entirely of gigantic, black, rubbery mushrooms, each 'cap' seemingly big enough to fit an entire person inside.

	She didn't care, though.  She was simply too exhausted.  She collapsed, falling to her knees and desperately trying to catch her breath, and began to pray, trying to make her peace.

	She noticed only partially as the hovercycles landed around her, and her hunters started towards her.

	The leader, an elven woman with long hair bound up in a ponytail and clad in nothing more than amored shoulderpads, a hairbow, and a thong bikini and bra, chuckled wickedly.  

	"Oh this is gonna be sweet.  A big honkin' bounty, and we get to feel righteous bringin' her in."

	Her lackies, four gorgeous, busty, human women clad in similar lack-of-outfits, chuckled with their boss.  The only male in the group, a man in a red spandex bodysuit, just snorted, pulling a massive rifle off of his hoverbike.

	"Time to die, babe.  You deserve it, for everything you've done," he said.

	The elven woman sneered.  "Yeah, and besides.  You're worth more dead!"

	The whole group laughed, getting their own weapons ready.  Tears began to stream down the dark woman's face, as she put her hands over her head, waiting for the end.

	My daughter... I'm so sorry I didn't find you... I'm so sorry I left you alone all this time... I just wish I had another chance to be a mother to you... she thought, despair clouding her thoughts.

	"Excuse me," another woman's voice said.

	The dark woman looked up in surprise, as did all of the bounty hunters.

	Standing in the midst of the mushrooms was a catgirl.  A slender, well-built beauty with calico fur, tan that ended in brown patches around her left hand, right foot and thigh, her tail, the fur around her left eye, and both ears.  Her head was topped with short, magenta hair and a smirk was on her face.  She wore a tight fitting blue top and shorts, and carried a small, golden flower in her hands.

	"Excuse me," the catgirl said again, "My name is Erica.  May I ask what you're doing here?"

	The elven woman growled.  "Back off, bitch," she said, "This is OUR bounty!"

	Erica's eyes turned icy.  "'Bitch?'" she said, grinning wickedly.  

	Moving too fast for anyone but the dark woman to see, she dashed forward and slashed at the elven woman, shredding her 'outfit' into confetti.  She then ducked down, not losing her hold on the flower, and swept the elf's legs out from under her.

	Everyone stared at her, visibly startled.  Erica giggled at the elf.  "So sorry, I get a little testy when people call me that."

	The elf sneered.  "You're gonna regret that, whatever you did."

	Erica chuckled, and held out the flower.  "Still mad?  Maybe this will make you feel better."

	Before the astonished eyes of the dark woman and the elf's lackies, the flower leaned down and began to spray a sticky, honey-like coating out onto the fallen elf.  The elf groaned, her body quickly becoming cocooned as the honey solidified quickly, pinning her legs together and trapping her right arm against her thighs.

	The elf would have objected, but for some reason the goop coating her felt GOOD.  Everywhere it touched her bare skin, it gave her a warm, almost tickling sensation.  She moaned softly as Erica's flower sprayed ooze on her belly.  With her free hand, she reached up and began to fondle her breast, getting her hand trapped as the flower's honey flowed over her chest and face.  

	Eventually, she was coated completely, a golden cocoon laying at Erica's feet, writhing and moaning in pleasure.

	Erica chuckled.  "Don't worry, your boss can still breath in there.  She'll be so sexually overstimulated by the time that flakes off that she'll be little more than a toy for a while, but hey, more's the fun for me."

	The catgirl giggled, considering the assembled group, who were all staring at her stupidly, numb with shock.  The women were obviously not warriors, having little muscle definition and carrying light weapons.  They obviously relied on sneaky tricks, their tech, their looks, and the male of the group to get their jobs done.  The male himself she thought she could handle, too.  He was no more muscled than a basketball player, and she had dealt with them easily before.

	It was the dark woman, also staring at her fearfully, that concerned her.  She assessed her appearance quickly, along with what she sensed of the dark woman's power.  Eight and a half feet tall, with a powerful, athletic body, well-built and well-curved in all the right places, busty without overdoing the effect... Heh, not a bad body, I've never had anyone as big as her...  But back to business... Skin like black rubber, save for white portions around her wrists, around her feet like boots, at her navel, on her neck, and at the base of her spinal column... Glowing red eyes and long, bright red hair...  But what is it about her I sensed... I've been around magic long enough to sense powerful sources when they near, but what sort of power does she have...

	Erica made up her mind to find out.  But first there were these annoying bounty hunters to take care of.  They were starting to come out of their daze, bringing their weapons to bear.  Erica was about to do something, when she saw two of the mushrooms behind the hunters lean down.  So she just folded her arms and grinned, waiting for the show to begin.

	"You're dead, catgirl.  No one crosses the Belladonnas and gets away with it," said one, a blonde-haired American with hair down far below her shoulders and a large pink hairbow.  She took aim with her rifle, pointing it at Erica.

	She never got a chance to fire.

	Tendrils shot out of the mushroom's 'cap', wrapping around her shoulders, waist, thighs and ankles.  Startled, she dropped her rifle.  Her partner, a burnette with deeply tanned skin and even longer hair, turned and threw her rifle aside, moving to help.  But before she could do anything, another mushroom grabbed her.

	"What the HELL!!?!?" she said, tugging at the rubbery tendrils around her legs.

	The dark woman and the remaining hunters backed away from the two mushrooms, frozen with fear as they watched their teammates were lifted up into the air, more tendrils grabbing their arms and ripping off their clothes.  They both fell back into the 'caps' of the mushrooms, which lost all shape as it began to flow around them.

	The blonde thrashed and struggled, kicking her legs desperately as the smooth, rubbery ooze flowed over her body, beginning to fold her legs back, forcing her into a semi spread-eagled position.  She kicked and thrashed desperately, but the grip of the mushroom was too tight.  The rubbery ooze continued to flow over her, coating her completely, surrounding her in a slick shell and expanding, turning back into the shape of the mushroom's 'cap,' the last thing she saw being her comrade going through the same process.  Confused, she tried to push out on the surface of the 'cap' with her legs, spreading them wide to cover a greater surface.

	Which just helped the mushroom complete what it needed to do.  

	Before the trapped woman could react, twin tendrils shot up, pressing deep into her sex and into her anus, pumping in and out vigorously.  She gasped, and began to moan, resistant at first, but soon her hips her bucking in time with each thrust into her, as unknowingly, the 'cap' of the mushroom started to fully reform, the top becoming very thin.  The blonde moaned long and loud, pressing her hands up against the surface of the 'cap,' which began develop clear spots around her sex, head, and hands as her excited grunts and groans started to steam up the inside of the mushroom.

	The dark woman made a strangled squeaking noise, a somewhat cute sound coming from such a large woman.  The two remaining girls, a pair of Asian beauties, watched in horror as their friends were captured by the mushrooms.  They took one look at each other and ran, abandoning the male.

	"Mari!  Alia!  Get back here!" he bellowed, glaring at their retreating backs.  He shook his head and took aim at Erica again.  "Screw it.  At least I get to waste yo..."

	His head snapped hard to the left as the dark woman, visibly struggling to stay upright, struck him with a backhanded fist.  There was the distinctive sound of his jaw breaking, and then he fell unconcious.  The dark woman turned to Erica, and then collapsed to her knees, breathing heavily.

	Erica frowned, and went to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder.  The dark woman flinched reflexively.

	"Are you okay?" Erica asked, legitimately concerned.  

	The dark woman didn't say anything.  It took Erica a moment, but she realized that the dark woman was staring warily at the flower she still held.  Smiling warmly, she said, "Seriously, are you okay?  You look completely wiped out."

	The dark woman smiled back, unable to help herself.  The catgirl's good cheer was infectious.  "Been running from them... for days..." she said, panting, but quickly recovering, "Why... did you help me?"

	Erica shrugged.  "You were outnumbered.  I thought you needed help, so I came to help.  And like I said, my name is Erica."

	The dark woman thought for a moment, her breathing still heavy, but almost to normal, not wanting to give this incredibly nice (if somewhat odd) catperson her real name, not wanting to scare her off.  "Just...ine.  Justine Stace.  My name is Justine Stace."

	Erica chuckled, not buying that for a second.  "That'll do until you're ready to tell me your real name.  But welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you," she said, and gave the dark woman a hug.

	Justine blinked, her eyes widening in surprise.  So shocked was she by this sudden display of affection, she didn't think to return the hug until Erica had broken it.

	"Wanna go back to where I'm staying, maybe rest up and get something to eat?" Erica asked, still ever smiling.

	Justine nodded, smiling back.  "Yes... Thank you."

	"Ah, it's no problem.  In fact..." Erica looked down at the unconcious man and grinned.  "If you'll lug that loser back with us, I can promise you some fun."

	Justine grimaced.  "Fun.  Like what happened with the flower and these mushrooms?"

	Erica nodded, picking up the flower again.  "Yep!"

	Justine sighed as she picked up the unconcious bounty hunter.  "Oh wonderful..." she muttered, her voice thick with sarcasm.

	Erica just grinned, and led her on through a safe path in the mushrooms.  She chuckled to herself, knowing that 'Justine' would change her tune quickly once she was done with her....

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End Part 1...
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