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Most would expect that after taking such a powerful smell directly to the face, along with learning such a cavalcade of information all at once like that, that Femku would be out of the action for even just a little bit, but those who would think that didn’t know Femku very well, as in mere moments after her newly realised sister had flown away with her child, Femku was back on her feet, immediately raring to go after the alien kidnapper.
“N-no! I won’t let her get away!”
Femku cried as she wiped her face of any remaining sweat droplets.
“Nimbus!”
“Hang on just a moment Femku! If you go alone, you’ll most certainly end up broken in no time!”
Came the worry of Femku’s friends as she called down what could only be described as her personal ride. A look of frustration spread across her face, she knew her friends were right, she didn’t just get outclassed by her sister but humiliated by her as well, fighting that smell alone…well even the thought of it got her cock twitching in her Gi, not a very comforting feeling in this situation.
“But I have too! I can’t just let her get away with this, no matter how smelly the opponent, there’s too much at stake here!…if I could just grab her tail, perhaps I stand a chance.”
“Even so…”
A disheartening silence filled the air around them, at this rate, Femku was certainly marching toward the death of her IQ due to an overload of stink…but a familiar voice only seemed to make situations worse.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t stand a chance against her.”
“P-Picoco!?”
A shout of surprise came from everyone on the island, as who would show up but Femku’s greatest rival and sworn enemy Picoco, the green skinned woman landing down on the not so peaceful island with a stern declaration that Femku couldn’t stop from annoying her. Memories emerged in her mind of thier last altercation at the 23rd World Smelly Arts Tournament, whenever it was Picoco using her stretchy limbs to keep Femku’s face attached to her smelly bare asscrack or Femku shooting energy from her feet that allowed them to sweat and reach smells thought impossible…the twos battle was one for the ages and Femku couldn’t stop herself from getting a little excited at remembering such memories…but there were priorities and bigger fish to fry.
“Look Picoco, now really isn’t a good time, there’s a threat unlike anything I’ve-“
“Yes, I’m well aware you dolt, I ran into that alien before even you did, must have mistaken me for you, though if they weren’t so strong, that comparison would have warranted them a destroyed mind.”
“Wait…so what are you trying to say.”
Picoco seemed to take a moment to compose herself, the next words out of her mouth clearly weren’t ones she was going to enjoy saying, but considering the threat of their foe, no other choice was available.
“We shall team up, forge a temporary alliance to take down that alien through sheer use of numbers, such a powerful foe makes my plans of world domination all the harder, so it’s in both our best interests to take her down.”
In response to the honestly outrageous claim, Femku pondered for a moment, raising her hand to her chin as her friends looked on in worry, not that they could be blamed, at this rate, Femku would either end up the smell slut of either her own sister or her greatest rival…not exactly a winning scenario…
“Alright then, I accept, especially since it’s fair to assume that once she’s taken down, all bets are off?”
Femku said with a grin, which Picoco responded in kind.
“Naturally, once we’ve broken the brain of your sister, you will soon follow, perhaps I could turn the two of you into my personal footrests, one for each foot.”
“Hmph, quite confident aren’t ya, well, suppose we’ll see, hey Bulma, mind if I borrow the radar?”
“Oh um…s-sure, take it”
Bulma gently hands Femku a special tracking device, specifically used to find the Dragon Nuts, the one atop Femhan’s hat working as the perfect beacon for the search.
“Alright, think you can keep up with Nimbus’s speed Picoco?”
“Don’t make me laugh, you’ll need to be the trying to keep up.”
With the two rivals giving each other a final smirk and the tension in the air being both cooperative and deadly, the two ascend and with one last check…blast off into the distance, the speed leaving everyone in the island in dust.
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“Finally got that brat to stop crying.”
Rititz spoke to herself as she had just placed her own niece in the pod she had used to transport to this planet in the first place, the “brat’s” constant crying getting on her nerves, while she could have easily broken the poor kids brain with her nuts, she’d rather keep her as leverage. Though a beep from the device attached to her ear immediately got attention to something quite startling.
“W-what the hell!? This thing must be broken, how does the brat have a stink level of over 700, did they just not bathe her or something!?…haaa, I’m getting ahead of myself, guess it was inevitable that this thing would break eventually…”
Despite her justifications, Rititz still couldn’t get the high stink level out of her mind, sure she thought the brat smelt while they were flying over here, but for her to have that degree of smell…it was enough to make her shiver, but such thoughts were quickly broken by the arrival of two unwanted guests, Femku and Picoco.
“So you really are foolish enough to challenge me sister, though I can’t say I expected you to bring her along with you, what, do you really believe that you’ll be able to defeat me, unless you’re here to swear your loyalty of course.”
“Never! I would never join the likes of you, I’m here for one thing and one thing only, my daughter!”
“And I don’t care about your little sisterly feud, you get in the way of my world domination, so I’ll make sure that not a thought exists in your head but my smell before the end of this!”
Retorted Femku and Picoco, before removing parts of their outfit like shoes and the like to properly let their smell flow and while parts like their nuts and butts may have been covered, the potent smell would have been far strong enough to be smelt by anyone close by…despite this however, Rititz remained unflinching.
“Hmph, how disappointing, I truly did expect more of you sister…but no matter…”
Rititz moved into a combat stance, one which put an equal focus on all of her smelly body parts, her pits, her feet, her ass and her balls.
“You both shall be broken and used as nothing more than sweat rags for the remaining Sweatijins, your lives will be filled with nothing but smelly torment for the rest of your days!”
At Rititz deceleration, both Femku and Picoco got in their own stances, ready for their enemy to strike, both watching and waiting for her to make a move…though even with such focus, they struggled to keep up with Rititz sudden lightning fast motion. In the blink of an eye, the two barely had a moment to react as Rititz instantly moved behind them, going for the two with a duel close line attack which would have had their faces right against her armpits, which was seeming to be her preferred method of attack. Both Femku and Picoco just barely managed to duck their heads in time and quickly dodging out of the way, resulting in Rititz stopping herself right around where she begun. Despite their dodges however, the two were not left completely unscathed, the smell from Rititz armpits was so strong, that even the close proximity was enough to get the duo hard, their noses twitching as they quickly wiped whatever sweat had dropped onto their faces off.
“S-so fast, if we were even a second slower…how am I supposed to grab her tail like this…”
“D-damn, even just a passing glance of her smell and I already feel myself getting dizzy.”
The two’s struggles only amused Rititz as she left out a strong laugh, enjoying watching the two struggle with the aftermath of even the most basic of manoeuvres.
“Hahaha! Come on, are you really throwing in the towel already, come on sister, surely you can put up more of a fight than that before you end up my sweat obsessed rag!”
With the duo frustrated at their lack of result and the clear indication that just waiting around would have the two of them broken in no time, the pair decide to go on the offensive, charging at Rititz at full strength…though such bravado ends up being almost pointless. The twos attacks, varying from barefoot strikes, attempts to grab Rititz hair to pull her into a butt or various thrusts all end up either dodged or blocked by the ruthless sister, whose very much treating this like a game. Even the duos quick speed behind the back attack ends up fruitless as it’s all countered by a quick motion from Rititz who strikes the two with a bare footed attack right to the face, resulting in both panting and struggling to stay focused.
“C-curses, how can she smell so good, if this keeps up, we’ll…”
“Femku…n-now would be a good time to bring out a new move if you’ve got one”
“No can do I’m afraid…I’ve really only got the Kamehameha and while such a concentrated beam of smell could get to her…I’m afraid it would be nearly impossible to hit her…”
Most would expect Picoco to be annoyed at this response…but she seemed to have her own plan in mind.
“Tch, of course you’d get lazy, luckily for us, I’ve got a special move, I was planning on using it on you…but I suppose this will have to do.”
“Really? I feel like there’s some kind of catch since you haven’t used it yet”
“You’d be right, I need 5 minutes to charge up my smell into a single point, you’ll need to hold her off for 5 minutes, but I can promise, if it hits her nose, she’ll be broken in moments!”
A slight bead of sweat dropped down Femku’s face, this was a tall order, she would have to survive Rititz smelly onslaught for 5 whole minutes…despite that however, a smirk appeared on her face, a sense of excitement running through her and not just the perverted kind.
“Alright…I’ll do what I can!”
“What’s this? Are you planning to fight me alone little sister? Seems you still don’t properly know where you stand, allow your big sis to properly educate you on the world…under my ass!”
“I’ll never treat someone like you as my sister! Here I come!”
With one final gulp, Femku charged at her sister, trying a new strategy of going for Rititz cock, though this too was fruitless, Rititz was simply far too fast for Femku to keep up, each attempt she made on her cock was countered with her own member being pumped and teased, by the time the scuffle was winding down, Femku had a noticeable blush upon her face and a cock twitching in her pants.
“What’s wrong? Getting all hot and bothered, blame your own foolishness little sister…especially as my prior statement was literal!”
“W-what the!?”
With Femku slightly delirious from all the prior encounters, she wasn’t able to react as Rititz swept her legs, forcing her to fall to the ground and as Femku looked up to react…all she could see was the unwashed crack of her sister, the smelly abyss suddenly plummeting on her face with a loud squelch and flying sweat.
“MMHMMHHM!”
“Hahaha! I would get used to this if I were you! You and my ass will be getting plenty of quality time!”
Femku’s nostrils instantly burned with hellish delight, the depths of Rititz ass we’re so smelly that it felt like her mind was going to snap in two with a single inhale, her arms flailing widely as she struggled in vain to remove the hellish ass from her ass. With every passing moment, she felt more and more of her braincells dying, her mind being re-written to be nothing more than her sisters abusable chair, the sweat, the smell, the softness, each aspect corroding her spirit as she could do nothing to stop it. Though as Femku was getting closer and closer to total breakage…a voice that no one expected rang out, alerting all to a sudden development.
“Leave my mommy alone!”
With a sudden burst of smell, Rititz ship shattered into pieces as the young Femhan jumped out of the wreckage that she caused, an angry expression plastered on her face as Rititz looked on in display as her display spoke even more insane numbers.
“T-thirteen hundred and seven!? What the hell!?”
Before even one more word could be expressed by any involved, Femhan charged at Rititz feet first, clearly working off of pure emotion as she barrelled right into her auntie’s face, her pungent feet pressing against Rititz as she knocked her to the ground…tumbling along with her.
“A-ahhh what the hell, you…you little brat!”
Rititz was quick to regain to her feet unlike Femku’s daughter who had positively knocked herself out with the large attack, though Femku herself had a mixed of feelings going on in her head, firstly was the fact that Femhan possessed such power, secondly was the worry of her child safety and thirdly, and the one she tried to suppress the most was the disappointment in the fact she was saved, her brain craving that submission against her wishes, but she had to act fast if she didn’t want her daughter to end up broken her own.
“So this is the thanks I get for showing you mercy huh brat…well no worries, you’ve just ensured yourself a multi-year long hell against my feet!”
Rititz attempted to place her sweat soaked foot against the face of the child, clearly aggravated that face sitting session with her beloved sister was cut so short…though it was that very same sister that would end up being her downfall.
“W-what the!?”
Without a moments hesitation, Femku had gotten her sister into a full Nelson, locking her arms up tight as she refused to let go, not allowing the lingering effects from her sisters ass to hold her back, knowing what she had to do to protect her daughter.
“W-what are you!?”
“Picoco! Do itttttt!”
With the signal given, a lock of superiority flew across Picoco’s face, whose fingers tips were tingling with a truly deadly smell energy.
“Good work Femku!…hehe, sorry to keep you waiting, take this! Special Sweat Cannon!”
“Stooooop!”
Shouted Rititz but it was too late, with a point of Picoco’s fingers tips in the siblings direction, a blue energy left her fingers like a drill, the blinding beam almost instantly travelling towards Rititz as it hit her directly in the nose. In an instant, she was hit with a truly musky scent that fried her brain in mere moments, the pure concentrated stink made her body twitch and her cock spasm in orgasmic bliss, her eye rolling up and her tongue flopping out giving her a most undignified look. Though she couldn’t exactly be blamed for this, Picoco’s attacks was quite literally taking the smelly scent from her nuts specifically and concentrating them into a beam of pure hellish scent. In all of this however, Femku was not completely spared, the concentration of smell was so strong and potent that even with her being behind her sister, she still could smell the utterly rank scent emitting from the attack, which assaulted her mind all the same. As the beam finally finished, the droplets of sweat flying around the grassy plain, the two sisters were knocked back, Rititz face a mix of ecstasy and anger, while Femku’s was one of pleasure and happiness.
“H-how…could I haaaa…be d-done in…on this worthless planet…”
Spoke Rititz, using the last remaining braincells she had before the smell still flowing through her system completely corrupted her.
“Heh, serves you right, that’s what you get for underestimating earth.”
“To t-think…that my own s-sister would be willing to give up her m-mind just to take out haaaa m-my…”
“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that, see, we have a thing called Dragon Nuts, collect all 7 and you can make any wish you want…I’m sure that Femku’s mind will be restored within the coming days.”
Rititz’s face widened in shock…before returning to a smug grin, probably her last before the smell consumed her completely.
“He…heheh…I t-thank you for telling me…everything you j-just said has been transmitted to my a-allies, two other Sweatijin warriors far smellier t-than I…they’ll c-come to this planet in a year…bring my m-mind back…and enslave each…a-and every…one…o-of…….y-you…….”
And just like that, Rititz slipped into unconsciousness, her brain now nothing more than a holding tank for bad smells and intoxicating musks.
“…hmm?”
As Picoco watched Rititz go unconscious, she detected an incoming plane carrying Kreelin, Bulma and Mistress Roshi, who, upon touching down, immediately ran to Femku’s side, Kreelin immediately trying to comfort her friend.
“F-Femku! What happened!?”
“W-we won…can’t you see K-Kreelin.”
“But F-Femku…the smell around your face…won’t that break you s-soon!”
“P-probably, breaking isn’t b-bad from a pleasure standpoint huh…”
“Y-yeah but don’t worry, we’ll make sure to use the Dragon Nuts to bring your mind back!”
“Hehe…t-thanks…buddy…:
Spoke Femku before she too fell unconscious, everyone around her aside from Picoco having tears rolling from their face, just because breakage could be reversed didn’t mean this experience wasn’t still heartbreaking for everyone. Though, soon after Femku’s lost consciousness, her body, in the blink of an eye, vanished, like it was never there.
“W-what the!?”
“Hmph, must have been Kamco”
Spoke Picoco, very familiar with this Kamco in question.
“Lord Kamco…but why?”
“Hell if I know what she’s thinking but clearly she has plans for Femku…though, I suppose we’re alike in that regard…”
With a grin lining her lips, she walked over to the still knocked out Femhan and lifted her into her arms, much to everyone’s surprise.
“Hey! What are you going to do with her!”
“Oh be quiet, in a years time, two, even more powerful warriors will arrive, if I don’t train this squirt, they’ll break her anyway, this brats got potential…and I intend to find it.”
And with that sudden statement and without the opportunity to interject, she flew off with the child…leaving everyone stumped and worried, not just for the young Femhan but for the a warriors set to arrive in a years time.