After leaping over the edge, I found myself once again, frantically jumping from branch to branch just as quickly as they were breaking underneath me. Even in my smaller wolf form, I was still too heavy of a fat ass for the top branches to support. Much to my relief however when I finally managed to reach a level of branches strong enough for me to stand on. Once there, I pause for a moment to sit and scratch the backs of my ears with my hind leg as I had been showered in pine needles during the process of branch jumping.
"Are you coming or aren't you", asked an impatient Killer Moth as his drone floated back up towards me as I continued to scratch.
"Don't get your wings in a knot, Moth. Just had to pause for my claws is all."
"Cute, but we've got no time to waste. Now hurry back before the sun sets."
"Fine", I said as I rose back onto my paws preparing to follow.
"This way", said Killer Moth as he then decided to travel through the tops of the trees instead of continuing towards the ground first. This didn't bother me too much as the path he led me on consisted of a great deal of these large pines trees I was branch jumping through as they had their branches tangled into one another much like the trees I hid under on that previous stormy night. After traveling via tree branches for about a good twenty minutes, we finally reached a part of the forest where the trees grew further apart from one another, which led to me make a large leap from the last tree onto the ground. "Impressive", said Moth as he paused for a moment to acknowledge that I stuck the landing on all four paws. I simply shrugged in response as I didn't see it as too big of a deal, but Killer Moth simply chuckled in response to my shrug.
This guy is easily amused, I thought to myself as I started noticing that it was incredibly easy to impress him. It almost seemed too easy, especially considering that I managed to fool him just as easily by simply pretending to be interested in his offer to join his cause. My thoughts were cut short however as Moth's drone darted off deeper into the forest, with me hot on his tail. I eventually managed to catch up to where I was running alongside his drone as we continued to dash and zigzag through all the trees and brush we passed.
"So what's your story", asked Moth as I ran beside him. Though he was correct in assuming that the run was merely a light jog for me, and I therefore had more than enough breath to converse with him, it still seemed like an odd time to strike up a conversation, especially considering I just met him.
"What do you wanna know?"
"Hmmm, let's start with your powers."
"What about 'em?"
"How far can they go?" I looked at him for a brief moment as his question was very vague. "What I mean is what can you turn into? So far I've seen you be a wolf and a lion, and my drone caught footage of you being a snake, and a bear for a brief moment", he added in reference to when I fought off the Titans. I paused for a moment before answering as we had slowed down to a stop at the edge of a large clearing.
"Other than that, I can turn into a spider", I lied to him. As far as he knew, my only power was to shapeshift, so I kept my extra Elemental powers to myself.
"Shame, the green one can turn into any animal", he said in reference to Beast Boy. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I darted a glare at him. "But no matter, you clearly seem to be stronger than he is anyway", he continued as he floated ahead of me.
Nice save, I thought to myself sarcastically in response to the fact that five meat-eating predators apparently wasn't enough brute force for him.
"So what do you think", began Killer Moth as I walked up to his drone as it floated at the edge of the clearing. "Nice location, isn't it?" I gasped a little in response to how big the clearing was. It was a beautifully large, open field that was big enough to build a small airplane runway on, yet there was nothing there. No buildings, no laboratory, which had me wondering why he had dragged me there.
"Yes, but we're the ones here other than that buck over there", I said as I motioned my head over towards the left of the meadow, where a male mule deer had one of its back legs caught in a trap, which consisted of a small noose that was tied to a branch of a nearby tree.
"Oh for Christ's sake. I told that boy to have this done before I got back", said a more irritated Moth."
"Problem?"
"My worthless son-in-law was supposed be back from hunting by now. Yet here I am still cleaning up after him."
"I see."
"Do me a favor and take care of that for me", he said in reference to the deer. A part of me struggled to hold back my growl as I wasn't particularly a fan of trapping animals. Unless you a spider or something, I felt that hunting should consist of either a sneak attack or chasing your prey down. At least that way you respected prey enough to let them die like animals and not have them suffer in fear like prisoners first.
"Be right back", I said with a groan as I didn't really want to kill the deer while he was trapped the way he was. However, I knew I didn't have a choice if I wanted to continue with my rouse. I then turned and began to stalk around the edge of the forest that made up the borders of the meadow towards the deer.
"Maybe I wasn't being clear", began an impatient Killer Moth as his drone zoomed into my face, causing me to jump a little in the process. "I asked you to kill that deer!" It took everything in my power to not snap at him in response. Even if I was thinking of joining his cause, I was doing so voluntarily. He was in no way the boss of me and I totally resented the fact that he was already speaking down to me as if I was one of his underlings. But despite that, I managed to hold my tongue and come up with a bullshit lie.
"Then I'd suggest you keep your voice down before my prey hears you", I said to him in a slightly stern tone of voice as I stalked around him, continuing my path towards the deer.
"And if I don't", he challenged me with my back still turned to him. I paused for a moment before answering him.
"Forgive me, I forgot how primitive you humans are when it comes to the hunt. So ignorant to the true benefits."
"How so", said Moth now intrigued with my bullshit.
"Think of that deer as a steak. I could either kill it rare with a brief moment of shock and terror as I leap out at it without it even knowing that I'm there, or thoroughly kill it well-done as I flood its meat with its own adrenaline and fear as I cut it free and give chase until I feel it's been seasoned enough, and though I do prefer the chase, as you've mentioned before we've got a deadline to keep, so you'll have to settle for rare. That is of course, if you want this done the right way. In response to my sadistic analogy, Killer Moth chuckles for a moment before continuing.
"I must say, I like the way you think, Wolfman. I must've forgotten that I'm dealing with an experienced killer."
"Indeed you have", I said in an attempt to milk out this image he had made of me.
"Very well, then. I'll leave this matter to you. As for me, I'm going to find me a good seat. I want to see with my own eyes how skilled your killing instincts truly are", he said as he then turned and began to circle around in the opposite direction.
"Fine, Moth", I said to myself as I continued stalking my prey. In all honesty I was surprised he bought my bullshit about the adrenaline. Adrenaline didn't have anything to do with the taste of my kills when it came to hunting, but I figured it'd shut him up easier if he felt I was being sadistic as opposed to merciful with the deer.
I crept forward about another few minutes, until eventually I found myself only a few yards away from the deer. I then quickly made my way downwind before he could catch a whiff of my scent. I had just found the perfect launching position, a thick bush merely ten feet behind the calm, yet alert buck, when I caught another scent. Even though my new enemy was downwind of me, his scent was loud enough for me to catch a whiff. He was stalking in the brush of the forest behind me. It was around this time that the buck turned his back towards me and focussed his attention on the meadow ahead of him. This would've been the perfect time to make my move, but because I sensed the animal behind me, I waited for a moment to see if he would make the first move, in the hopes that he didn't see me and was instead focussing on the deer. Unfortunately, neither of us made any further movement, and the buck eventually returned his gaze back towards our direction.
Oh great, I thought to myself as I realized that this new animal presence ruined my plans for a clean kill. It was clear that he knew I was there, and it was also clear that he was waiting for me to make the first move before he did, meaning that he wasn't hunting me. However, it did mean that I was hunting his kill, and he was waiting for me to make the first move so that he could counterattack. I must be a glutton for stupidity, I thought to myself as I prepared to launch myself at the deer anyway. From both a logical and strategic standpoint, there was no point to this other than hope. I was hoping and banking on the possibility of me being able to make my way to the deer, and get in my clean throat slash just in time to face whatever was stalking behind me. 3, 2, 1, GO, I thought to myself as I lunged at the deer with a loud roar.
However, just as I had feared, my enemy managed to intercept my attack as he lunged at me from behind, sending us flying up and over the deer before I could even make contact with him. On the flip side, in the process, I accidentally managed to slash the claws on one of my back paws on the rope that trapped the deer, setting him free in the process, so things worked out for the better. As we crashed into the ground, my new enemy and I tumbled over each other towards the center of the meadow for a few moments, until he eventually managed to throw me off of him, causing me to land on my back a few yards away from him.
"Oh man, what hit me", I asked myself as "up" to see an upside down image of my enemy as he began to walk over to me. Much to my surprise when I discovered that it was a some sort of spider-human hybrid that attacked me. He wasn't like Spider-man where he was simply a man with spider-like abilities, or an animals like me who had the ability to Change into a spider, no no, this guy was completely different. He had the neck and full body of a caucasian male, but his head consisted of an entire body of a giant spider, complete with six, red eyes, furry skin, and four long, spider legs. To give you an idea about how giant of a spider this guy was, if he stood upon his two human legs, the top of his spider head would give him a height of about seven feet, about the same size as Mammoth. However, as he stood on his preferred spider legs, he now had a height of nearly ten feet.
"Who the Hell do you think you are", he asked as he came to a stop a few feet away from me.
"I think a better question would be, "what the fuck are you supposed to be?"", I responded to him as I couldn't help but stare at his very bizarre movements. His spider head moved just as any spider would, and his human arms would point, and make gestures just as any normal person's arms would. However, the rest of his "human" body just sort of hung loosely underneath his head, almost like it was a human-shaped piece of loose skin or a very large and unneeded appendage. As a mutant myself, I normally don't criticize or focus that much on looks, but this guy was the first mutant I had ever seen with such a bizarrely complex mutation that I couldn't help but comment on it.
In response to my rude comment, the spider hybrid leapt high into the air, so high that it took me a moment or two to locate him as the sun above was making it difficult to see. However, once I was able to locate him, it was then I noticed that he was planning to flatten me as he began shooting down towards me as I was still lying on my back. I had just managed to roll to the side and flip onto my paws just before he made contact. However, because he was still close enough to me, he swung one of his spider legs at me, striking me across my abdomen and sending me flying backwards a few feet. Despite that, I still managed to straighten myself in midair and land on all four paws, poised and ready to continue our fight.
Good thing I'm part feline, I thought to myself. When the hybrid noticed that his blow to my abdomen didn't little to nothing, he spit out what looked like a loogie at me. The projectile it had was so quick that I couldn't dodge it. As the gooey and slimy substance slid off of my fur, I then noticed that it was in actuality a web he spit at me, though it was still gross. "Okay, that is just nasty", I said to him as I shook out my fur. Angry and shocked that his web blast didn't work on me, the spider hybrid let out a loud shriek and fired three more webs at me. I responded this time by rising to my hind legs and clawing them out of the air as they darted towards me.
"How're you doing that? Nobody is immune to my webs", exclaimed a now frustrated spider hybrid.
"Unless of course they happen to be part spider themselves", I responded to him as my yellow eyes turned red and four extra arms appeared on the sides of my torso. In response to this, the spider fired a sort of laser blast out of his eyes at me, which was the same color as Blackfire's star bolts. The blast shot right into my chest, but there was no actual force behind it. I didn't even budge, I stood completely still as his blast did nothing to me except leave a weird tingling feeling.
"What the", said the hybrid before he fired three more laser blasts.
"Hehe, that kinda tickles", I said jokingly in reference to the tingling feeling that came with his blasts. It took me a minute, but I soon came to the conclusion that it was toxin that he was blasting me with, which thanks to my mutation was just as useless against me as his webs were. "My turn", I said to him just before I lunged at him with my three right fists drawn back. My opponent, still in disbelief that I was immune to both his venom and his webs, continued firing his venom blasts at me as he attempted to shoot me out of the air. This just left him even more shocked when my three fists made contact with the left side of his face, sending his spiraling backwards a few feet. Once he hit the ground, I began charging at him. With eight legs propelling me forward as opposed to my usual four, I was twice as fast. I had just lunged at him once again, with my teeth bared to bite and my claws tracted for attack, when I heard a familiar commanding voice.
"Enough", commanded Killer Moth as I could see his drone zooming over towards us out the corner of my eye. I couldn't stop myself from lunging at my opponent, as I was already in midair, so instead, as I landed, I used my first pair of arms to go into a handstand and flipped up and over the hybrid, as he was lying on his side, or rather his head's side (it's weird as his head has its own body). When I landed again on all eight of my paws, I took the time to reabsorb my extra legs and paws as the battle was over, or at least it was according to Moth.
My opponent however, didn't see it that way, as he took advantage of the fact that my back was turned to him and tried to sweep my back legs with one of his spider legs. Before he made contact, as I sensed his attack coming from a mile away, I lifted one of my back paws and stomped on his leg, giving my paw a brief twist at the end to inflict more pain. The large spider shrieked once again as Killer Moth shouted at us for the second time.
"I said, "Enough"!" When I noticed he was getting even more irritated, I released the spider's leg from under my paw and stepped away from him, turning to face the both of them in case he tried attacking me again. "Fang", began Killer Moth sternly to the spider hybrid.
"Moth", responded the spider just as sternly as he rose to his spider feet.
"Meet our newest recruit, Wolfman", continued Moth. "Wolfman, this is my son-in-law, Fang."
"Charmed", I said sarcastically as I noticed that this family seemed to have a full-on fetish for bugs and insects.
"You can't be serious, Moth", began Fang. "Recruiting this, this fleabag?"
"Oooh, "fleabag"", I retorted. "That's seriously the best insult you can come up with?"
"Oh, like your the King of Comebacks?"
"I could do a lot better than you at it. For instance, I could talk about how you look like you got your head stuck up a spider's anus." Fang shrieked in response as he started rushing at me, only for Killer Moth's drone to zoom in front of him.
"If I have to tell you for a third time, we're going to have problems", scolded Killer Moth to Fang. "Understand?" Fang hesitated for a moment to shoot a glare at me before responding. I responded to that glare with a growl.
"Yeah", said Fang in an angry mumble.
"I can't hear you."
"I said, "Yes, I understand"".
"Good. Now continue with your hunt, and don't come back until you've finished." Without another word, Fang leapt up and over the both of us and disappeared into the forest once again.
"I apologize for Fang's ignorance", said Moth. Not really sure what to say in response to him I just nodded. "Now please, come on in", he continued as I saw him push a button, which then triggered what felt like a tiny earthquake as the very meadow began to shake. A few moments later, the ground close to where the deer was trapped, sort of tilted downwards to reveal a sort of trap door ramp, large enough for a vehicle to drive in and out of. "Right this way, Mr. Wolfman", said Killer Moth as his drone floated towards the ramp and into the hole. As instructed, I followed behind it.
The ramp traveled through a dark, metal tunnel-like hallway in a downward slant about a good thirty feet underground before I finally came to the light at the end. I emerged from the tunnel and entered what appeared to be a well-lit living room complete with a sofa, two love seats, a fireplace, and bookshelves. Diagonally from the entryway I entered from, in both directions, were two doors.
"Okay, now what", I asked myself as I darted back and forth trying to decide which door I was supposed to choose. It was then that I noticed that the screen on Killer Moth's drone had turned itself off as it just floated around the room aimlessly on its own.
"Ah, Wolfman", began Killer Moth as he entered the room from the door on my right. "Welcome to my humble abode", he continued as he motioned around the room with his left hand while offering me right hand. I rise to my hind legs and grasp his hand with my paw in response.
"Pleasure", I said simply.
"Allow me to show you around", he said as he lead me to the door on my left. I followed behind him on two legs for the sole purpose of showing off how human-like I could be in human form. We next room we entered was another living room, only this one had the lights dimmed a bit. Towards our left was the kitchen, not very big, but not tiny either. Towards the left of the kitchen was another door, which had no knob which told me that it was a swinging door, that had stains of red on it. At first I was alarmed as I had assumed that it was blood on the door. I then took a deep breath as I came to the realization that it was indeed blood on the door, but I calmed down once I realized that it was from the blood of an animal, probably a deer assuming Killer Moth often had Fang go out to hunt. I took another deep breath as I noticed what smelled like sour milk and raw eggs. This horrendous combination of smells led me to look towards me and Moth's right, towards the large three-part sofa that sat in front of a large t.v..
Reclined on her back, as each of the couch's three parts had a lever that kicked out the user's legs much like a recliner would, was a young lady around Robin, Starfire, and Raven's age, that is, around the age of 18 or 19, with short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing an extremely thin white t-shirt, so thin that even without my extra vision I could both see the outlines of her nipples and could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a pair of teal leggings that she wore like pants.
Oh, she's one of them, I thought to myself in reference to the fact that women nowadays seem to prefer wearing leggings to actual pants. I also noticed that the shirt she wore was a few sizes too small as it only stretched down to right under her naked breasts, leaving her large belly, which showed her to be about a good six months pregnant, completely exposed. As for what I was smelling, she was eating a jar of mayonnaise with a spoon, with equally revolting table manners that made Beast Boy seem like a proper gent in comparison. In her lap was a half-eaten tub of ice cream with the scooper inside. The lid to the tub was seated next to her on top of two empty potato chips bags. Disgusting, I thought to myself just as the woman polished off the mayonnaise jar and let out a gigantic belch as she let the spoon and jar drop to the floor.
"Daddy", she screamed with her eyes still locked onto the t.v..
So, this is the infamous Kitten, I thought to myself having recognized her screaming from when Killer Moth and I spoke on the edge of the cliff earlier.
"Yes, Dear", asked her father with a groan.
"Two words: peanut butter, tacos."
"Uh, that's three words, Kit—", began Moth before she interrupted him.
"NOW!"
"Ugh", groaned Moth. "Take it from me, Kid, never have kids", he said to me before retreating to the kitchen.
"I heard that", shouted Kitten as she turned towards us with her arm drawn back as if preparing to hurl the remote at us. She stopped when she made eye contact with me. "Oh, hello", she said suddenly with a smile.
"Kitten, meet the Wolfman", said Killer Moth from the kitchen behind me. I turned back to look at him as I noticed his voice sounded similar to how some parents sound whenever they try to pair up their children with eligible bachelors and bachelorettes that they, and not necessarily their children, find proper, attractive, or otherwise worthy.
That's not really the reason you invited me here is it, I thought to myself as I looked at Killer Moth in suspicion. When I turned back around to introduce myself to Kitten, as her father had set the conversation up, I found that she had already made her way off of the couch and was standing right in front of me, only inches away from my face.
"Me-ow", she said flirtatiously as she clawed at the air.
I'm not liking where this is going, I thought to myself as I backed away from her awkwardly.
"Well, Wolfman, I'm Kitten", she continues as she offers me her hand with a purr as if expecting me to kiss it.
"Pleasure", I said to her and I grasped her hand. I had no intention of kissing it, but I still shook it as a gentleman would upon meeting a lady just the same. After all, I was trying to stay on Killer Moth's good side, at least for the moment. Kitten then takes advantage of the fact that her hand was grasped in my paw and pulls herself into me.
"I could always share the pleasure", she whispered to me as she began tracing circles with her index finger in the fur on my chest. Upon seeing her behave in such a manner, especially considering that not only was I still in wolf form, but she still had yet to even see my human form, I had no trouble believing that she was carrying Fang's baby. I was just about to snap my jaws at her when another gentleman spoke out.
"For God's sake, Moth! Can't you keep that daughter of yours under wraps", said the skinny Brit as he entered from another door on the other side of the room. He wore a red, white, and blue jacket modeled after the British flag, a black shirt underneath, blue glasses, white skinny jeans, brown duck shoes, and a white ascot around his neck. His hair was dyed bright red, and he carried cane with a comically, large red jewel at the top of it.
"Whoa, it's a party", I said sarcastically upon recognizing the colorful villain immediately. With Kitten now distracted I took the liberty of stepping away from her completely.
"I've gotta say, Moth, I'm not entirely sure which is worse, the fact that you brought home a werewolf, or the fact that your daughter is trying to bring it to bed with her."
"Nobody asked you, so butt out, Old Man", shouted an angry Kitten.
"Sorry, Duckie, but I don't answer to children, too stupid and immature for my taste. It's not fair, I know, but 'tis the way the world works", he said in a condescending voice as he strutted around the two of us towards Killer Moth with his cane resting on his right shoulder.
"Thank you, Mod, that's quite enough", warned Killer Moth.
"Don't get snippy with me, you dung beetle", continued Mod in a still condescending yet calm voice. "I wouldn't have to say anything if you simply would. I'm not the one whose daughter has a hard-on for beastiality", he said as he rested his arm on the kitchen countertop that sat in the center of the kitchen. Killer Moth, who was standing on the other side, responds by flips over the counter and landing next to Mod, growling a bit as he did so.
"No, but you are the one who is a guest here, one who struggles understanding the concept of silence", said an irritated Killer Moth as he snatches away Mod's cane. He then tightens his grip on it as if threatening to break it.
"Touche, Gov'nor", replies Mod as he knocks his cane out of Moth's hand. "No harm done, eh, Old Chap", he asks as he catches his cane and puts an arm around Moth's shoulder.
"Just don't push your luck, Mod."
"Was there a point in you bringing me here, or should I give you two some privacy", I asked interrupting their little bromance. I was growing a tad impatient and irritated with the lot of them. The two villains responded by awkwardly pulling away from each other before continuing.
"*Clears throat, yes, well, Wolfman", began Killer Moth as he began to motion towards the Brit.
"I'm well up to speed at this point. You're Killer Moth, she's your daughter, Kitten, the giant web-crawler upstairs is your son-in-law, Fang, and this colorful, British yahoo is the equally as infamous Mad Mod. Is there anyone else you'd like me to meet down here?"
"Well aren't you the clever one, you little snot", asked Mad Mod. "That's just what this sorry bunch needed, another misbehaving child. This little mutt is not worth the trouble, not when we're so close."
"For once I agree with Mod", said Fang as entered the room with dead deer carcasses dragging behind him, including the one that had escaped earlier.
Poor guy, I thought to myself upon recognizing his dead body.
"I say we drop this mutt here and now", suggested Fang, now right by the edge of the couch closest to the door from the other room.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, if one of you calls me "mutt" one more time—", I began as I jumped onto the back of the couch on all fours and walked over towards Fang.
"You'll do what, Dog Breath", asked Fang now getting in my face.
"Keep pushing and you'll end up like before."
"Feeling jumpy are we", said Fang as he snapped his pincers.
"Bring it, Six-Eyes", I said with a growl as my tail went erect.
"I sense conflict. Are you by chance in need of assistance", said the calming, monotoned voice coming from the door which Mad Mod entered from.
"Oh yeah, Wolfman, this is Fixit", said Moth as he motioned towards the stranger. He had the general shape of a human man, however the majority of his body was covered by two cloaks, one in the front of his body, and the other in the back, that were held together by the "collar plate" that stretched around his neck, collar bones, and shoulders. All that was exposed was his head, which was riddled with electrical wiring and technology, including his dark blue robot-like eyes. The only human part of his head was his face, which shockingly was still covered in human skin, though a pale bluish-gray color. The sides, back, and top of his head were designed like a helmet, and made of the same metal that the collar plate was made out of. I also noticed that in the center of his forehead was a sort of circular receptor with four trail-like patterns, two on each side, leading from it towards the back of his head and down his body, all of which glowed blue like his eyes.
"Probably off somewhere being useless as bloody usual", said Mod.
"I was tending to the swarm", responded Fixit in his robotic monotone. "My sensors indicated conflict, so I proceeded to investigate." I was very intrigued by this Fixit character, especially by his monotone. It was becoming obvious that Jump City had a lot of monotones living within the city borders, but Fixit's sounded a bit different. Whereas Raven's monotone was unnatural and was the result of her keeping a lid on her powers to protect herself and others, and the patrons from Gothic City had monotones indicating that had no interest in the world around them in general, Fixit's monotone sounded sort of sad and depressing, like he was in pain. "I also thought it'd be best to check the progression of the pregnancy. Sensors indicate that Young Kitten's hormonal levels have substantially increased due to the presence of an exposure of a new stimulus." Fang didn't take this news well as he lunged up and over me at Fixit with an angry shriek. Though Fixit initially falls backward trying to escape Fang's wrath, before he made contact with him, I managed to grab his two back spider legs and swing him back towards the doorway he originally entered from, shrieking in pain as he crashed into the wall.
"That's enough, Fang", scolded Moth.
"Stay away from my girl", shouted Fang to me, completely ignoring Moth.
"Say what?"
"You heard what I said!"
"Sensors do not indicate suggestions of mating from the werewolf", interjected Fixit.
"He might not have any, but she does!"
"What're you talking about, Dude?"
"Let me put it to you this way, I felt less threatened by you before Kitten started staring at you." Upon hearing him say that, everyone, myself included, all turn to look at Kitten, who was indeed staring at me.
"Uh, Kitten", asked Killer Moth when it was noticed that she wasn't paying attention and continued to stare at me.
"Huh? Wha? Oh, I was just um, admiring….his werewolf….muscle structure", said Kitten awkwardly.
"Yeah, a particular part of his muscle structure", said a very pissed off Fang.
"What does that mean", I asked him as I turned back to him, my back still turned to Kitten and Fixit. Though I asked as if I didn't know, a part of me had an idea as to what he meant.
"Well, that's just a matter of penis—", began Kitten. "I MEAN "OPINION"! "Opinion", yeah, that's what I meant".
"Real smooth", said Fang as I lowered my tail and closed my legs having confirmation as to what part of me Kitten was staring at.
"I really didn't need that image in my head, a pregnant woman and an ugly werewolf bumping uglies", began Mod.
"Shut up, Mod", warned Fang.
"What? I'm just saying it's a weird image. I mean do you blokes just go at it", began Mad Mod as he began asking me about my sex life. "Or do y'all like to play pretend and dress your birds up in little red hoods?"
"I said "Shut up, Mod"!"
"Okay, that's it", I exclaimed finally having grown uncomfortable with this conversation. I then leapt from the back of the couch to the kitchen counter, Changing as I did so as I landed as a snake once I reached the countertop. "Can we move thissss along pleasssse?"
"Kitten, you and Fang continue this conversation elsewhere", said Moth as he motioned towards the door closest to Fang. Kitten proceeds to walk by us towards the door, winking at me as she did so. She then exits the room, with Fang right behind her. "And as for you, Fixit, get back to tending to my swarm! And don't leave their side until they ship-shape, or it's back to the dump with you!"
Dude, that's totally harsh, I thought to myself in disbelief as Fixit had done nothing wrong. He admitted that he was doing what was told of him, but only stopped because he felt there was trouble. But sure enough, Fixit responded as if completely unfazed by Killer Moth's threats.
"Yes, Master Moth", he said with a bow before disappearing back through the door he entered from.
"As for us", began Killer Moth to me and Mad Mod, "we'd better head to the Control Room. He'll be expecting our call in any minute", he said as he made his way to the doorway that Fixit exited from. Mad Mod paused to question me again before taking off.
"So tell me, do you get tail often or are you what they call a "tiger in the cage"?" Offended yet again at his questioning of my sex life, I snap at him, causing him to jump a little. "Unbelievable! No respect for their betters! Kids these days—". I lunged at him with a roar as I Changed into my lion form to shut him up. Mad Mod Immediately took the hint and began walking towards the door after Moth. "Alright, alright, I'm going", groaned Mod as he opened the door and began to walk out. "Youngins thinking they're so high and mighty because of their superpowers—".
"Don't make me eat you", I warned him as I closed the door behind me with my tail as I walked out after him.
