Angel was never big on sweets. More of a cactus type of lady – the non-spiky parts of it, mostly.
Kula, on the other hand, was a loud-and-proud sweet-tooth – mainly because she was loudly tasting the stick-stabbed candy 95% of the time whenever she and her partners weren't on a mission – and that was only part of why Angel found Kula annoying.
In short terms, Angel was always finding a way to mess around with her rivals from the defunct NESTS agency, especially with that 'Ice Doll'.
Even if it threatened poor Kula's innocence sometimes.
It didn't take long for Kula and the 'two mommies' to catch up to Angel further down the streets of Southtown – down to a dimly lit alley where Angel was counting on being eventually found with time to spend doing what she needed to.
"Angel, did you take Kula's lollipop?" Diana immediately went into interrogation mode, and her rapier was ready to penetrate if necessary.
Angel unflinchingly retorted, "You sound like I committed a crime against you."
"And you sound like you forgot stealing is a crime." Foxy approached next, letting go of very little from the NESTS agent that nearly killed her in the past.
"Now, be a nice degenerate and hand over the candy, before it gets nasty."
Angel was again unbudged, even when two rapiers were pointed at her.
"You might be surprised, señoras – you could say, it's already a little nasty."
As she walked out from the corner of the brick-laid alley and let more of the sunlight shine onto her, she gathered three pairs of eyes towards a lower point...
…and at that point, there was a familiarly thin white stick, 5 inches long, prodding out from between Angel's legs – and she stood with a proud blush as she saw the change in expression on her enemies.
While Kula stood silent and slightly confused at what she was seeing, Diana and Foxy looked outright disturbed...
"She didn't seriously...?"
"If she did, how did it..."
"It doesn't matter how I did it, or why," Angel cut off the rapier mommies.
"All that matters, is the look on your faces. And hey," she then slightly wriggled her hips forward, shaking the lollipop stick sheathed within her at the candy-end slightly, "if she manages to get it out, maybe Kula will be introduced to a new flavor – one I'd like to call 'La Vagina'~!
Devoid of all shame in her system, Angel heartily laughed at the family of rivals before her.
But then, seconds later, she stopped – as she felt a sudden chill emerge near her sensitive regions.
Kula had grabbed the stick, gripping it tightly in her gloved hand.
And as Angel looked back down on the strawberry-blonde girl, she saw a face of fearlessness – and past Kula's shoulders, the 'rapier mommies' shared a grin of impending revenge.
"To pull this on a normal girl," said Diana, "but to pull it on her... good luck."
Then Foxy ordered, "Now, Kula – show her what it's like to really feel the powers of the arctic."
"Right..." Kula's hair went from orange to blue in an instant.
Angel gulped with a sudden urge to feel regret.
Suddenly, she felt like she was about to feel what would happen if hypothermia was an STD...
"Sooo... uhh, what brings you here?" The local Southtown doctor was puzzled to see their next patient...
Angel laid on the bed against the wall, a towel covered over her lower regions – a towel stained with blood, to note – and a pale complexion gained from the blood loss she accumulated, which was clear from the trail of red leading up to the room.
When balanced against her superhuman durability, it was only a mildly bothersome pain for her, despite it being likely that she had some parts of her reproductive system torn out from the ice connection.
"Nngh..." The disgruntled Angel groaned. "Look... we both don't like what's happened here; let's just say, I would've rather had two swords shoved up there."
The moral of this story – this very, very family-unfriendly story – was 'never trust your crotch to be central to your bullying tactics'.
