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On a day like any other, as a young farmer girl was toiling her crops much like she always had, a sudden glint in the sky caught her attention as it rocketed towards earth, the small, ball shaped object coming closer and closer before its headed shell crashed into the blue planets surface, an impact so strong that even the nearby mountains shock with intensity.

“W-what in tarnation was that!?”

Spoke the farmer girl who had witnessed the star crash into a field not far from her own, with not a signal for miles and fear in her heart, she decided to investigate, not without her trusty shotgun of course, sure she was hoping for it to be a valuable space gemstone…but you can never be too careful. And as she walked and trodded closer to the crash sight, her bringing of the firearm seemed like the more sensible option by the second, a large crater in the centre of the field caused by what appeared to be a white glazed space-pod. Before the girl could even try to make out what she was looking at, a burst of steam suddenly shot out of the pod as the red glass door slowly opened up, allowing its inhabitant to leave. Though while the girl was obviously scared at the sudden opening of the door…there was something else she noticed…a really…really bad smell? Her thoughts were broken however as a sudden figure flew slowly from the crater and it was…a woman? Human looking almost except for a bronze tail wrapped around her waist, with long flowing hair and sharp eyes, she would be called gorgeous by the young farmer girl if she wasn’t currently terrified for her life.

“W-who…who the heck are you!”

“Hm?…So the inhabitants of this planet can still speak huh, seems Kakarot failed to subjugate them…Tch, as expected…now, let’s see what your stink level is.”

The long haired woman tapped a small green device that was attached to her eye, it letting out a series of beeps and boops as the farmer could only tremble, though with every moment…she started to feel more and more dizzy, just what the hell was that scent?

“A stink level of only 5? Hmph, scum.”

The alien spoke as she slowly started to approach the farm girl, clearly not intimated at all by her firearm, a look of both smugness and disgust lining her face.

“S-stay away!”

The farmer spoke, the sound of her shotgun ringing out as the bullet hurdled towards the invader…though such an attack was absolutely powerless as the shells were quickly caught by said invaded with the greatest of ease, no difficulty whatsoever as she crushed them in her grip.

“I suppose I shall be the one to clean up Kakarot’s job~”

“W-what are…waaah!”

As the farmer looked on in disbelief, the aliens tail suddenly wrapped around her leg, gripping tightly as it pulled fiercely, dragging the scared and confused woman not to the ground but towards the long haired alien…though to be more accurate, straight into her crotch. Her face collided with the noticeable bulge that showed through the thin, latex light material of her battle uniform, her hand immediately grabbing the farmer girls head as she forced it harder against her bulge. Of course, the farmer was of course incredibly confused at first, not just from the sudden whiplash of having her body dragged around like that but also at her face now touching the clad package of her assailant…but why had she done (sniff)…and that was it, that singular sniff of her crotch upclose was enough to break her brain into pieces…not three, not two, not even naked contact, that clothed sniff alone was enough to fry her mind five times, her own cock shooting out semen in her pants as her brain was raped by the furiously smelly scent…that steam from the pods opening wasn’t some mechanical nonsense…it was from this woman’s body…her own stink trapped in that hellish orb until it released alongside her.

“Broken already Hm? Not even fun to break, how could Kakarot have failed to break a planet of this ease?”

The alien woman said before throwing the farmer girl to the ground, who despite the rough treatment looked absolutely rapturous, her tongue was lolled out, her eyes were shot directly up, her cock twitched against and against with fresh submission to shoot out and her nose never stopped trying to pick up even the smallest leftover scent…she was smell broken, a state in which a persons brain is so overloaded with stinky smells that it ceases to function properly…

“Now…to find that little sister of mine…”

Once again, the machine on her head beeped as it scanned the surroundings for the largest stink level, a result clearly matching her desired outcome.

“So, you think you can just laze about and let your big sis do all the work Hm? Don’t you worry Kakarot, your big sister will be sure to discipline you thoroughly!”

She spoke, as her body rose in the air, easily levitating off the ground…before shooting off towards where she read the high stink level, fully intending to remind her little sister of the way the world works…

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“You have a daughter!?!”

Were the collective opinions held by everyone currently at the small island home known as Kame-House, said everyone included the genius inventor Bulma, the young female monk Kreelin and the boy crazy perv, Mistress Roshi.

“Hmm, is it really that big of a surprise?”

Responded the confused Femku, master marital artist and savour of the planet on more than one occasion. After a great many years since her last great battle, Femku had settled down with her childhood sweetheart Chi-Chi, (though the reason for their marriage at first was born off a misunderstanding, but every love story has its quirks) and had come to visit her friends to introduce her daughter and have some general catch-up.

“Now, say hello Femhan”

Gestured Femku who had her shy daughter clinging to her leg like a lost puppy, the total opposite of how her mother was when she was a child, more so being a rambunctious and over energetic child who was even less socially aware than her grown up self. A few muffled worries came from the young Femhan’s lips as she clung more to her mother legs, but eventually, she gently stepped out of the protective leg of her parent to introduce herself properly.

“U-um, my name is Femhan, I’m 9 years old, it’s a p-pleasure to meet you”

“Wow, pretty polite kid”

Responded Kreelin, shocked that the loud best friend she had known since childhood could have such a timid little girl.

“Awww, ain’t she cute though.”

Followed Bulma, who was thinking much the same, though just as quick as Femhan as got herself out in the open, the attention from such a large group of people quickly had her retreat to her mothers leg, giving a small sigh from Femku.

“So, you been giving her any marital arts lessons? She’s around that range hm.”

“A little…I’d like to give more but Chi-Chi keeps insisting on her being a great scholar, sounds boring to me but…if it’s what Femhan wants as well then I won’t push it.”

Was a dialogue held between Femhan and her old Mistress Roshi, the two having a deep bond after many days of training together, (which only came about due to Femku finding Roshi a “hod-boded stud”)

“Oh yeah, he’s even got a Dragon Nut attached to his hat, what’s that about.”

Enquired Bulma who had saw the magical shining ball attached to the young girls hat piece.

“Ah, well, I managed to find the four star nut and since it meant a lot to my grandma, I thought it would be a cute little thing to give to…huh!?”

In the middle of Femku reminiscing, she suddenly felt a large and potent smell travelling in their direction at high speeds, the smell, while feint was clearly pointing towards something bigger.

“Hm, is something up Femku?”

“Yeah…something strong is heading this way…and fast…”

“Really, I can’t seem to sense anything?…”

A brief moment of silent broke between everyone’s Femku not saying a word as a drop of sweat dripped down her cheek, a feeling of tenseness in her modest chest as she kept a hand on her daughter…there was a brief moment were nothing happened, were it felt like perhaps Femku was merely wrong about her sense of a powerful foe…but

“…There!”

Just as quickly had the energy first been detected, its owner now was in full view, everyone on the island looked up to see a long haired, loose battle armour wearing woman with a green device attached to her face and a displeased look sprawled across their mouth. And with another movement of unseeable speed, the stranger suddenly sped down, not even Femku was able to fully keep track as she now stood face to face with this mysterious woman…who she could immediately tell was stinking from pit to toe.

“So Kakarot, I see you’re all grown up, I half figured you had managed to find yourself enslaved considering the planets in the condition it’s in, though I must say, you look remarkably like mother.”

“W-what? Mother? Kakarot? What are you talking about?”

The stranger was not just weird in appearance but in their words as well, almost everything flying over Femku’s head as she struggled to keep up with what the hell this woman was talking about, not helped by the knowledge that said woman was incredibly powerful and could probably break her nose with smell at any moment.

“Don’t believe however that your inability to enslave this planet will go unnoticed, care to explain why the populous is still able to survive without your smell coursing through them?”

“Okay missy. I think your little crazy talk ends here.”

Just as Femku was trying to figure out how to respond to the strangers seemingly random assortment of words and complaints, who would suddenly step up by Kreelin, the young woman strutting over as she reprimanded the space lady.

“How about you taken your drunken butt elsewhere before we have to force you out okay, shoo shoo.”

“Kreelin! Get away from her!”

Shouted Femku, but such a warning was too slow…

“Hmph”

A smug grin flashed the strangers mouth and within the blink of an eye…BAM, she had risen her foot and pressed it squarely against Kreelin’s face with a forceful motion, bashing the poor girls nose and mind with the smelly scent of her sour feet before Kreelin was lunged back into Kame-House itself as a result from the impact, her eyes spinning as even just the small second of enduring that scent was enough to make her brain muddled.

“Kreelin!…why youuuu…huh!?”

It was only when Femku glared back at the alien lady that she took a moment to actually inspect her appearance, first was the chest area, while it seemed like an average chest plate, not only did it have a small slit down the middle which glimpsed into the wearers sweaty cleavage but the the arm entrances were especially short, leaving the armpits completely visible for all to see. Next was the crotch plate, while most of it seemed normal with small spikes going down, there was a very noticeable bulge poking out of the black pants, and the back was particularly shameless, not only did it not have a spike, showing off the black undergarments that she was wearing but only most of the cheeks were covered, the crack of her ass unapologetically left out. Finally, when it came to her armour was the footwear…and there really wasn’t much to begin with, toe-less socks would be the most accurate thing to calm them, thin, lacy with the toes and heel out, the sole guarded with only a thin, black cotton that did little to hinder its smell as Kreelin would tell you…but even outside all that, what really caught Femku’s attention was…

“Y-you…you have a tail!”

“Of course I do Kakarot, what are you dense? Did you hit your head or something, that’s the only possible explanation for you forgetting your heritage like this…”

“My name isn’t…wait…hit my head?”

Femku questioned how exactly this stranger could have known such a thing, before nervously admitting:

“Yeah…I did, pretty sure Grandma said something about me almost dying when I fell down a valley or something…”

The long haired lady let out an annoyed sigh before clenching her fist.

“Fine then, allow me to be the one to remind you and we don’t have time to look at the photo album so allow me to speak it to you clear…you are a Sweatijin Kakarot! A member of the universes smelliest race, sent here to subjugate this planet in your smell, and I should know…since I am your dear elder sister Rititz, come to pick you up for a planet takeover far into space!”

“What!?!”

All expect Femhan remarked in a tone of pure surprise, to all, this was a lifelong friend, one who they would trust their lives with…and now they find out she’s not only an alien but one sent here to conquer all life in the planet…a dead silent filled the air after such a reveal, almost everyone staring at Femku who was being hit with bombshell after bombshell…though, she wouldn’t let this get her down for long as soon, a smirk lined her face.

“Yeah, and what of it?”

“What was that?”

Retorted Rititz, surprised at her younger sister’s sudden confidence.

“I don’t care what I am, what our relationship is or any of that junk, my name is Femku and I won’t let you hurt this planet or any of the people on it, so I suggest you leave before I have to make you!”

“Ha…hahahaha, quite the gusto little sis, this planet really has done a number on you to talk back to your big sister…I wonder if it’s perhaps to show off in front of her, your daughter I presume~?”

Rititz spoke as she pointed towards Femhan who had been clinging to her mothers leg this entire time, this action causing Femku’s face to drop in fear as she immediately made sure that Femhan was far behind her…Rititz quickly picking up that her assumption was correct as she slowly started to walk forward.

“It seems that you won’t be as cooperative as I had hoped little sis, truly a shame, perhaps you need a bit more…motivation~.”

“W-what are you…no, get away! Take one more step and I’ll take you down!”

Despite her best efforts, Femku’s voice was shaky, she could smell more and more of the potent odour leaving her sisters body, this was a smell quite unlike anything she had faced before, despite that though, she did her best to keep her gaze focused on Rititz body…but even such focus, was powerless against such overwhelming speed. In the blink of an eye, Rititz had closed the gap and forced her young sisters face deep in her hairy armpit, Femku’s eyes shooting wide in surprise as the sweaty underarm flooded her body with smelly sensations that seemed to tear her brain apart from the inside out, the battle suit clearly being made to keep foes under here until their brains broke from the potent smells. Though just as quickly as she was forced under, Femku was freed from the sweaty pits of her sister, though that did not mean she was okay, her brain was still recoiling from the scent overload as she collapsed to the ground, trying to stop her nose from seeking out more, her body and mind at odds as she struggled to regain her mind.

“S-she…she took Femku out in one blow…”

Spoke Kreelin who had managed to free herself from the wall of Kame-house just to see her best friend be immediately defeated in a single strike, something she thought was completely impossible. Though, she obviously wasn’t the only one in disbelief as the cries of a child rang out quickly after.

“M-mommy! Mommy!”

Yelled Femhan as she tried to run to her mothers side, before she was suddenly stopped by her newly found family, Rititz using her larger frame to step on the child and keep her pinned under smelly foot as all were powerless to stop this.

“Now Kakarot, this is how things are going to work, I’ll be taking this little brat of yours for a while, have to get in family bonding after all…but if you don’t bring me 100 brain broken humans by this time tomorrow, I’ll make your kids face my pods cushion on my flight back…and trust me, it gets real swampy in there fufu. If you understand all of that, you’ll do the right thing and assist us in taking down the planet I mentioned earlier…understood~?”

Gleefully spike Rititz as she watched her sister struggle on the ground beneath her, a look of both strained pleasure and anger plastered on her face.

“G-give me…back…my d-daughter!”

“Fufu, I hope you don’t disappoint me sister…though if you truly wish to come and fight me, I suppose I could use a footrest on my flight back as well, hahahaha!”

Cackled Rititz as she grabbed the small girl and flew off, the cries of Femku’s child echoing out until they were too far to be heard, all Femku was able to do…was watch her child be kidnapped as she stared on helplessly…

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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.