[Opening Theme: "Violet Skies" by In This Moment] EPISODE 11: "Mecha Meets its Match? Cheer Raider Captured!" "Alright, Matt, come at me," Jennifer invited. Matt smiled and ran towards her, his fist raised in preparation for a punch. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. "Very good, Jennifer, that was well done," said Ricketts.
As promised, General Alvarez had assigned him to give them a crash course in some basic battle techniques. In the spirit of things, they were both wearing camouflage tank tops and sweatpants that they'd gotten from the base quartermaster. The school was allowing them to use the gym mats in the wrecked gymnasium for training and practice. Right now they were doing throws, methods of properly directing an opponent's momentum to get them off their feet. "Now switch.
Matt, you try." Jennifer saw the nervous look on Matt's face and teased, "What's the matter, you afraid of hurting me because I'm a girl?" Matt shook his head. "Between us you're the athletic one. I'm afraid you'll hurt me." "Ha! Then you'd better get this right!" Jennifer said and changed at him.
To his credit, he did manage to pull it off, if rather clumsily. "Good. Now, practice makes perfect. Give me ten more, each of you, then we'll move on to another style of throw," Ricketts said. The lessons and sparring continued. They were almost done for the day when duty called. "SABRE pilot to Artemis command. Incursion alert. On my way. Emergency pilot retrieval, dimensional fold, activate!" Matt said, and transported away.
Jennifer called out, "Gimme a V! I! C! T! O! R! Y! What's that spell? Victory!" On the final word she thrust her fist into the air, and the charms flew off her bracelet and circled around her, turning into a swirling cloud of golden sparkles.
She levitated off the floor, and her clothes vanished, leaving her completely naked. The rush of sparkles tickled against her skin, especially her tits and pussy. A sports bra and thong formed around her body. The striped braid appeared, starting from her shoulders and meeting in the middle, then the shell formed moving downward over her breasts, stopping with the lower braid. Bloomers formed over her thong, and the skirt pleats appeared, spinning around her body, drawing closer to her until they attached at her waist.
Ankle socks and boots formed around her feet. Her hair blew wildly behind her, then came together and wove itself into a single braid down her back, secured with a red hair tie.
A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out "Cheer".
Then the sparkles lowered her to the floor and dissipated. She immediately launched into a round off back handspring full twist layout, teleporting off to battle. Matt heard Jennifer's panicked voice over Panther's radio, "Holy fucking shit! It's enormous! Matt, you need to get here, hurry! Artemis command, send everything you have!" "You're clear on the other side of town from the base.
I'm almost there. Backup's coming. Not their fault both of us can reach the field faster," Matt said. As the hoverwing approached the site, he saw what had her so worried. It was a mecha, matching Panther's own size. It looked like it had been cobbled together out of scrap metal and junkyard salvage, with numerous gaps in its armor, but it was functional, and stomping towards several houses.
"Well, damn. That's pretty impressive," he admitted. There was a cockpit of sorts where its head should have been, inside a cyborg creature was wired in with a protective cage over it. Two panels opened on the front in the collarbone area, revealing two of the flying type creatures ensconced inside, and their eyelasers blasted out and hit the approaching Panther. "Shit!" Matt said. Caught off guard, he accidentally released the hoverwing and Panther dropped the rest of the way to the ground.
The invader mech charged, swinging a giant club in its right hand. It got in a few good hits before Matt got Panther righted, fighting back with fists and plasma claws. "Alright, you keep it busy, I'll come in close and see if I can take advantage of those gaps, maybe do some damage from the inside," Jennifer said. "Oh, no, my dear. Let's let the big boys play by themselves. Your opponent is me," said a sinister female voice from behind her. Jennifer turned to see, and then leapt out of the way just in time to avoid a lightning strike.
"Tsarina!" she exclaimed. "The Tsarina? Where?" asked Matt, the distraction earning Panther another hit to the face. "Goddammit! Jennifer, don't fight her! I'm coming, just as soon as I deal with this!" He drew Panther's axe and parried against the club, not only blocking it, but slicing it in half. He swung it again into the enemy mech, putting a good-sized gouge into its armor. The mech reached up with its left hand. A panel opened, and a pair of chains whipped out and wrapped around the axe, courtesy of the creature hidden inside.
The two giant machines wrestled over the axe, ultimately Panther lost his grip and the axe was flung aside, out of reach. "Fuuuck!" Matt shouted.
Panther's shoulder cannons opened up and unleashed a barrage, but they were deflected away from the other mech by an electric charge protecting its armor. Jennifer was now busy running and dodging further lightning attacks. She had summoned her pom-poms, and whenever she could she attacked with, "Fighting Spirit Fiery Burst!" However, the Tsarina was able to electrically extinguish all incoming fireballs, and responded with more bolts of her own.
A shock went through Jennifer's body as one connected, and she fell to the ground. She got back up and got moving again, but it wasn't long before another hit sent her flying. It felt like the Tsarina was toying with her. "Jennifer!" Matt shouted, with worry in his voice. Several blasts of flame erupted across Panther's body, shot from the invader mech's right hand and the fire-making creature concealed within. "Damn you!" he yelled, attacking again with Panther's bare hands, doing his best to push the enemy's arm up to divert its aim while landing some of his own blows.
The eyelasers hit again, at close range. The mech aimed its fire downwards, and shot into the low fog that had been building on the ground, puffing out from vents in its feet. The fog exploded. Jennifer hit the ground again, struck by another electrical blast. This time, the Tsarina zapped her again as she lay there, and then a third time. She tried to push herself to her feet, but was pulled up by the Tsarina herself, who put the girl in a headlock. "How easily you fall to me.
Your friend, too. All will fall before me," she hissed to Jennifer. The smoke cleared around the two mechanical titans. Panther was on his back, taking a pounding from the other, but a mighty kick sent it reeling back. Panther scrambled to his feet. Matt allowed himself a glance to the other fight, and saw Jennifer tightly in the Tsarina's grip. "Jennifer!" He paused and spared a few seconds to clear his head, the sound of his heavy breaths bringing him focus.
His opponent charged at him. With the swiftness of a practiced move, Panther grabbed it just right, letting its momentum carry it over, and tossed the beast mech onto its back with a colossal crash that shook the ground. Panther looked down at the felled foe, raised his foot, and stomped hard onto its cockpit, smashing the protective cage and its occupant. He turned and ran towards the Tsarina and Jennifer. "Aw, too bad," the Tsarina said.
"I was hoping my monstrosity would be able to take yours down, but no matter. It served its purpose, it's given us this time together. Retrieval." She and Jennifer vanished in a swirl of purple and blue energy. "Jennifeeeerrr!" Matt screamed as Panther dove onto the ground, his hands closing onto empty space where they had been.
- - - Ricketts and Matt sparred, trading blows back and forth, though the more experienced soldier won out in the end, throwing Matt down once again. "Okay, I think that's good for today," he said.
"No," Matt said, standing. "We go again." "Matt, I can see you're tired. We'll pick it up again tomorrow." "Again!" Matt demanded. "You're pushing yourself too hard, kid. It's been three weeks, you can't keep blaming yourself," Ricketts said, sympathy in his voice. "That's not it at all. I know there was nothing more I could have done. But one of these days I'm going to have an opportunity to get her back, maybe the only one I'll ever get.
When that opportunity comes, I have to be ready for it. I will be ready for it. I promised her father. So we. Go. Again." The intensity in Matt's voice hung in the air. Finally, Ricketts said, "I probably should be worried about you, but at least you're channeling that energy into something productive. Okay. We'll keep going a little longer.
Come at me, then." - - - "My word, you certainly have been hungry lately," Matt's mom said after he packed away his second helping of dinner. "It's the training sessions. I'm burning a lot more calories than I used to just sitting at my computer all the time.
This must be what life as a jock is like," Matt said. "And how's that been going?" asked his dad. "Well, I don't see myself winning any martial arts competitions or anything, but my reflexes and muscle memory are greatly improved." "I've got some more leftovers for Mr. Monroe. You want to run them over to him, Matt?" his mom said, holding up a bag full of plastic containers.
"Yes, thank you, Mom.
Thanks for cooking extra food for him, I'm sure it really means a lot to Jennifer," he said. "Oh, it's no trouble at all. How is he holding up though all this, anyway?" she asked.
"I wish I could say. The way she tells it, he's already been drowning his sorrows every day for years. I guess it doesn't seem like he's gotten any worse, which may be the best that can be hoped for," he said. He picked up the bag and started towards the garage, then stopped and set it back down.
"Actually, would you mind taking this over there? I'm suddenly needed elsewhere. And say 'hi' to Sugarshine for me, she's been a bit lost over there without Jennifer around." "Go kick their asses, Matt!" encouraged Neil.
"Neil!" their mom scolded. "You bet, little bro. It hasn't been the same without Jennifer, but we still get the job done. SABRE pilot to Artemis command. Incursion alert. I'm coming in.
Emergency pilot retrieval, dimensional fold, activate!" Matt smiled and gave a thumbs-up as he vanished. - - - The two creatures, both of them the cyborg version of the large twenty-foot adversaries, marched through the forest towards town, one behind the other.
The air in front of them shimmered, and without warning Panther appeared, his axe already swinging through the air over his head. The green plasma-lit edge came down hard on the lead monster, splitting its head cleanly in half. "That's right, you assholes, I didn't forget to cloak this time. I may not have to hide my coming and going from the town anymore but I've learned my lesson about tactical first strikes!" Matt said. The second invader raised its missile rack up from its back and fired several shots.
Panther grabbed the first one under its arms and lifted it up, letting the missiles impact harmlessly against its armored backside. He dropped the creature and returned fire from his shoulder cannons.
The antimatter bolts struck the enemy's missile battery, causing it to explode. The creature staggered back with a gaping hole in its shoulder, its left arm barely still attached. It raised its right arm to fire its rocket flail. Panther was upon it quickly, deflecting its arm upwards, causing the fail to launch harmlessly into the air.
With plasma claws extended, he slammed his hand down into the hole. The creature thrashed and then fell still. "And to think these fuckers used to be hard to deal with," Matt said, pulling Panther's arm free of the monster carcass. He walked over to the other giant corpse and took hold of the axe handle, though it was buried so deep it refused to pull free.
Suddenly, a girl's scream echoed through the trees, "Heeeelp!" Matt let go of the axe. "Panther, can you localize that? Good. Let's go!" He took off running through the woods as she kept calling for aid. The ground shook with giant metal footsteps as Panther dodged trees, sprinting towards the source of the screams. As he caught up to it, Matt saw two cyborg monsters chasing a blonde girl wearing torn camouflage clothing, and said, "Jennifer?
Jennifer!" He ran as fast as Panther's legs could carry him. One of the monsters lagged behind the other, Panther caught up to it and without breaking stride, kicked it into the air. It slammed into a tree, and was sliced to bits by Panther's plasma claws as he ran past.
Matt saw Jennifer stumble and fall to the ground, with the other creature almost upon her, its deadly saw arm and tail ready to strike. He leapt forward desperately, Panther's hand reaching ahead, and hit the ground hard, smashing the monster mere feet away from Jennifer. Panther propped himself up on his elbows, and Matt dropped out of the cockpit and ran towards her, shouting, "Jennifer!" "Matt? Matt! Oh thank God!" she said as he sat down next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
She started sobbing, and said, "It was horrible, Matt, they tortured me, over and over, and I thought I was never going to see you or anybody again!" "Shhhh, shhhh, you're safe now, I've got you, you're safe now," Matt assured her, tears of his own running down his face.
"Artemis command, I have recovered Jennifer, repeat, we have her back. We have her back." - - - "You know, I thought you were finished with all that brooding when you rescued Jennifer, but now you've gone back to it.
What's wrong?" Matt's dad asked. Matt looked up, and said, "It's not like I expected things to be back to normal right away, not after what she's been through, but I haven't seen her at all since the night I saved her. She's been holed up at her house all week. Won't answer calls or respond to texts.
She's supposed to be seeing someone, to help her work through the trauma, but I checked, she hasn't gone once. I don't think she's talked to anybody about it except for the debriefing at Artemis, and that was short since she never saw anything over there of any tactical value. We've already seen those creatures are basically low intelligence hive drone soldiers, so it wasn't a huge revelation that the active portal alarm distracted her guards enough that she eventually was able to use that to get away from them.
She only got brief glimpses at their side of the portal as they brought her in and while she was escaping. Beyond that, just her cell and some kind of torture chamber which she couldn't bring herself to talk about, she totally fell apart when she tried to. "So I'm really worried about her.
So is Theresa. She paid her an uninvited visit the other day. Jennifer swore to her that she's fine, but Theresa said there was something distant about her, like she's not actually all the way back, you know?" "Why don't you go over there and talk to her, convince her to go see that doctor and stop isolating herself?" his dad suggested.
"You mean now?" Matt asked. "You look like you're going to be awake all night worrying if you don't, so yes. Go." "Right. Thanks, Dad," Matt said, and headed out. "We're not going to see him back here until morning, are we?" asked his Mom. "Nope," said his Dad. - - - He let himself into the house, and found Jennifer lying on her bed in a bathrobe. He knocked on her open door and said, "Jennifer?" "Matt!" she said, getting up.
She closed the door behind him and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He kissed her back at first, but then tried to pull away, saying, "Wait, this isn't why I came over. We need to talk, I'm worried about you." Without a word, she pushed him down on the bed. She dropped her bathrobe to the floor, revealing her naked body, and climbed up onto him, straddling his head and lowering her pussy right onto his mouth. "Or we can do this," he said, just before the folds of her sex pushed down onto his face.
He eagerly licked her, and she moaned in response. She ground her crotch into his tongue hard, making it difficult for him to breathe, but he didn't really mind. He had missed eating her out too. Just as he was starting to really get desperate for air, she screamed and came, the juices of her orgasm flooding into his mouth. "Get your fucking clothes off," she ordered, finally releasing him. He complied immediately, and as soon as he was naked, she knelt down and went straight for his hard cock, licking it up and down, then taking it into her mouth and sucking, her tongue teasing the tip.
Matt moaned his appreciation for her excellent blow job skills, and it wasn't long at all before he pumped his cum into her mouth. She immediately got up and kissed him, and as her tongue played against his, he tasted something unusual, something salty and tangy.
He realized it was his own jism.
She'd passed it into his mouth. She pulled away, and put two fingers against his lips. "Now swallow," she said. He didn't know what else to do, so he obeyed. Jennifer smiled, then got up and walked over to her closet, got out her strap-on dildo, and started putting it on.
"What's that for, is Theresa coming over?" Matt asked. With the dildo in place, she walked back to the bed. "No, silly," she said, before pushing him down onto the bed, face first.
She spat onto his asshole, and he felt her fingers spreading the saliva around. "Wait, you're not gonna… hold on here! Wait just a— uuuggghhh!" Matt grunted, his protests cut off by the hard artificial dong pushing into his back door. "Ohhhh, shit, uuuhhh!" he moaned as she eased in deeper and started thrusting. Ignoring his protests, eventually she managed to bury the entire length inside him, and was pounding him at a decent speed once his rear passage loosened a little.
She reached up and yanked his head back with a handful of hair. "Fuuuuuuck, fuuuuuck, gaaaahhh!" he yelled, his virgin ass filled hard, and his grunts and groans no longer entirely related to discomfort.
"That's right bitch, take my hard cock in your sissy ass!" Jennifer taunted, while thrusting her hips over and over against his ass. After moaning his way though a long and thorough pounding, she finally pulled out of his sore and well-stretched asshole, dropped her tool to the floor and flipped Matt onto his back.
She climbed up on the bed and stood over him. Matt was still groaning when the stream of piss fell from her pussy onto his face and chest, soaking him in her golden shower while she laughed softly. When that was finished, she got down off the bed and he lost sight of her. He decided to rest for a few moments before going after her. When he woke up, it was just starting to be light outside, and he was alone in her room. "Shit," he said. He took a quick shower, got dressed, then looked around and determined she wasn't in the house.
All he found was her dad asleep in his easy chair surrounded by several empty beers, and Sugarshine in the guest bedroom. "Matt! Thank goodness you're here. I'm worried about Jennifer. She keeps telling me she's fine, but I think her captivity took more of a toll on her than she wants to admit." "Yeah, tell me about it," Matt said. He got his phone out and called Theresa. "Dammit, Matt, it's too early. What do you want?" she asked groggily. "Sorry. Is Jennifer with you? Have you seen her?" Matt said.
"Not since a few days ago. Isn't she at home?" "No, I'm at her house now. She's gone. She was here last night, and she, uh, went all dominatrix on me.
Smothering, snowballing, pegging, even a golden shower." "Oooo, kinky. She wasn't even interested in fucking when I stopped by. Did you enjoy yourself?" "I, uh, well," Matt stammered with embarrassment as the question prompted his cock to suddenly grow hard.
"That's not my point. We didn't talk about it, she didn't ask me, she just caught me off guard and did it." "You're right, that's not like her at all. How can I help?" "We have to find her and get her to that therapist, even if we have to drag her there. Alright, there's two other places she's likely to be. You check at school, I'll go to Artemis." "Right. Good luck," Theresa said. "To us both," Matt said, and ended the call. "Sugarshine, come with me, you can help look for her too." They actually found her right away when they arrived at the base.
She was sitting on an equipment crate that had been left outside, staring off into space. "Jennifer, thank goodness.
You didn't even take your dad's car when you left, what did you do, spend all night walking here?" "I needed to think. Clear my head," she said, not even looking at him. "Well you have everybody worried sick. Come with me now, okay?" Matt said. "It is time," Jennifer replied. "Time for what?" Matt asked. "Oh. Of course. SABRE pilot to Artemis command. Incursion alert.
I'm already on base, heading to Panther now. Wait, what? It moved? Artemis command, something weird is going on here, Panther is indicating the portal appeared, and then jumped to a different location in town. And there it did it again. We may be looking at multiple incursion points here." While he was reporting in, Jennifer stood up and started wandering off. Matt called out, "Jennifer!
I know you may not be ready for this, and ordinarily I wouldn't be asking you to right now, but if this is what I think it is, we're going to be spread pretty thin.
Do you think you're okay to transform and fight?" She turned and looked at him, then said, "Yes. Fight. Give me a V, I, C, T…" Matt sensed something was wrong. She was deadpanning it rather than her usual enthusiastic chant.
He was also so used to Jennifer receiving portal warnings from Sugarshine telepathically, he didn't realize until just then that the pony was right there with them and hadn't said a word.
"…I, M. What does that spell? Victim." On the final word she raised her arm level to the ground with her fist outstretched in front of her. Matt's face fell, and he muttered, "Oh, shit." The charms flew off Jennifer's bracelet and circled around her, turning into a dark cloud that lifted off the ground. When it brought her back down and faded away, she was dressed in a football player motif. The helmet was purple, with a long spike jutting out on either side over her ears.
The crosspieces on the lower portion of the faceguard were arranged in a diagonal zigzag, in a manner reminiscent of sharp teeth. Rather than mere stripes of eye black on her cheeks, it surrounded her eyes, giving them a sunken skull-like appearance. She had on a truncated version of black football pads, really just the shoulder pads and enough across her collarbone to hold them on. This kept her breasts in view, clad in a black sports bra that was cut low enough to show plenty of her mounds and cleavage.
A purple fishnet shirt was over the top of all this like a football jersey, merely adding a bit of color rather than actually covering anything.
Her midriff was completely bare above her black athletic bloomers. She wore purple thigh-high tights that contained integrated padding in the manner of football pants. Finally, on her feet were black cleated football shoes. "Jennifer? What's going on? Where's Cheer Raider?" Sugarshine asked. "Fool!" Jennifer spat.
"You will call me Fear Raider!" [Ending Theme: "Mechanical Love" by In This Moment] "Debbie Woods here, reporting live from Bensonville. I hardly know what to say after that roller coaster of emotions. This looks very, very bad. We're in real trouble here. Come back next time to find out what really happened to Jennifer on the other side, and witness what may be Bensonville's darkest hour, on Cheer Raider and SABRE Panther, Episode 12: 'Violated by Evil!
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