Disclaimer: This chapter was written by Spidey Viewer.
"You are KIDDING me!" Art'misa exclaimed.
"What?" Zenya asked.
"Z."
"Yeah?"
"Ultraman Z has a mistress before Zero?" Art'misa repeated.
"Yeah!" Zenya beamed. "He's so wonderful, he's handsome and adorable and so devoted to justice and those he loves and that fucking TIC OOOOOOOH," She shuddered, hugging herself.
Art'misa blinked. "...You get off on a tic?"
"What of it?" Zenya asked, unashamedly.
Art'misa thought before shrugging. "Eh, heard of weirder interests. So, Z, how good is he?"
"Oh he's wonderful, he's-"
"I meant in battle."
"That's what I was saying."
"Oh."
"He actually has a bigger variety of forms than some other Ultras. he does have the standard balanced form and strength form, but instead of his second sidegrade focusing on speed it's focused on illusions and mystic arts, it's sooooo cool! He's also extraordinarily clever with it and the use of his forms and when he runs into battle as Delta Rise Claw with Beliarok," Zenya cooed, purring. "I have no idea why Zero doesn't seem to wanna show his respect for him. Doing the tough mentor act can be a little mean."
"Well if you keep praising everything your apprentice does they'll become spoiled!" Art'misa brought up. "Also Z is a bit of a clingy fanboy."
"He's not THAT bad...ish. Plus he won't be spoiled if if you just give him a bit more praise than Zero does." Zenya argued. "I mean seriously, with how he talks about him you'd think Zero hates him!"
"Oh I agree, just trying to play devil's advocate. He has trouble being more honest about how much he cares for and respects him. Also that he does truly consider Z his apprentice." Art'misa answered.
"Right?"
"To be fair it might have to do with the tic."
"What's wrong with a tic!?" Zenya argued, shivering in thought of Z repeating the word 'ultra.'
"For starters it gets you distracted." Art'misa teased.
"Ultra not so!" Zenya spoke, shuddering.
Art'misa blinked. "...Do you do that in bed or something?" She joked.
Zenya went silent.
"..." Art'misa's eyes widened.
Ultraman Zero was walking through the Land of Light, arriving at Z's room. Art'misa had told him he'd needed to be a bit more honest with Z about his feelings as his mentor...starting with admitting he does view Z as his apprentice.
Just as he was about to knock, though, he heard...
"OH, OH FUCK!"
"M-MISTRESS! YOU'RE ULTRAMAZING!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK SAY IT AGAIN!"
"ULTRAMAZING!"
"AGAIN!"
"ULTRA!"
"AGAAAAAAAAIN!"
"ULTRAAAAAAA!"
"FUCK, YEAH~"
"MISTRESS!"
"Z!"
"I...
"I ULTRA LOVE YOUUUUUUU!" Both voices cried out.
Zero blinked, standing there for a moment before going "No," and flying off.
"That would explain his face being red..." Art'misa noted.
Zenya, a besotted look on her face, arms around herself, purred.
"I would recommend soundproofing the room when you're doing the deed, the Land of Light can be a bit more prude-ish than we are, though not for much longer, I think," Art'misa said.
"Suuuuure~" Zenya moaned, mind elsewhere.
"Don't you mean ULTRA sure?"
Zenya MEOWED pleasantly, falling to the ground, twitching.
Art'misa blinked. "You have a problem."
"And it's called ultra loveeeeeeee~" Zenya purred.
Art'misa sighed, rolling her eyes before picking her up in a bridal carry, Zenya curling into her, purring. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"Ultra wreck me?" Zenya batted her eyelashes.
Art'misa grinned. "Breakfast date first. Been far too long."
"Ok~" Zenya purred, giggling at her girlfriend.