A fifty-foot tall florescent pink spider crashed through a building and quickly rolled onto its feet hissing angrily. It's webbing didn't seem to have any effect on the robot warrior it was facing and it only had one last chance to end this battle. It scurried back several yards for a running start and then leapt into the air.
Meanwhile five color-coded ninjas seated inside a giant robot went through a series of hand motions that looked like a dance routine. "SUPER LASER SKEWER!" They shouted bringing their hands down in a synchronized chopping motion then thrust their hand forward with a twist. The giant robot warrior, the Hedonia Megazord, braced itself for impact holding the Power Spear in both hands. Just as the spider would have tackled it the Spear was thrust through its middle twirling like a drill till it came out the other side. A beam of pure white energy blasted completely through the spider obliterating its body on its way into outer space.
"Mission complete Rangers!" The red one shouted. His chair slid back and out of sight, as did all the other rangers as the Megazord dismantled into its individual components. Separately they all ran back to their individual docks.
Meanwhile the beam of light raced past the moon narrowly missing an intimidating phallic shaped rock fortress. Inside a woman, a princess, with bright pink hair streaked with florescent green stomped petulantly across her observation deck. She was barely dressed, silver tassels covered her nipples and a green thong led down into armored leggings. She had the almond shaped eyes and milky complexion of an Asian but she was only human in appearance. Her name was Princess Orgasma and she'd just been defeated again.
Her army of miscellaneous misfit aliens ran this way and that desperate to keep out of their leader's way until she calmed down again. "Damn those Power Rangers!" She shouted kicking a random object across the room and then walking over to her scepter. "I really thought that the Spidernator would be able to crush them but ooooooohhh!" She held still trembling in rage as she watched them disband
"Calm down my princess. I'm certain our next plan will destroy them." One of her sniveling sycophants said. Princess Orgasma only half turned to face him her lower lip quivering as she considered a response. In the end she didn't say anything to him instead walking up to the edge of her observatory and leaning out across the rail. She knew they were all watching her, staring at her ass as she leaned over. Orgasma even knew that a few of them could see her puffy cunt lips peaking around the fabric of her thong but it didn't bother her at all.
Then the world around her turned a violent shade of red and the entire fortress shook. The other aliens went scurrying in all directions desperate to find a knob to turn or a lever to pull convincingly as the Dread Lord of the Northern Galaxy and his Mistress made their entrance.
The ground behind Orgasma erupted into a circle of fire with a pair of beings rising from the center. As always her father was wearing his battle helm, a ridiculous helmet shaped like an open mouthed dragon. His face was hidden behind a ruby visor and beneath that he was wrapped in a black cape. His name was King Phallon, Dread Lord of the Northern Galaxy, Master of the Black Arts, Enslaver of the Kind Hearted and Puppy Kicker.
Beside him was his wife, Queen Areola. Like her daughter she chose to wear only tassels to cover her double D sized breasts. The rest of her body was covered in shiny black latex including her thigh high stiletto boots and past the elbow gloves. Her lavender hair was done up in a single thick braid that ran most of the length of her back. Like her daughter she was accustomed to all the eyes constantly moving over her body and like her daughter it didn't bother her . . .usually.
There was no warning as the Queen spun around extending an expertly manicured purple nailed hand toward what appeared to be a winged monkey and fired a blast of energy. He didn't have time to dodge; it slammed into his chest knocking him through several of his cronies before evaporating him and passing through the wall. "Oh don't worry, he's still alive." She grinned bringing her finger up to her purple painted lips and chewing the tip.
It was a struggle for Orgasma to conceal the combination of excitement and dread pumping through her veins as she sensed her parents and then turned to face them. Every ounce of her self-control went into keeping her voice calm as she spoke. "Hiya mom, dad. How did it go?" Soft pink eyes looked up at them through batted lashes as she inched closer.
