Catfightsona Part 2: Dream On

More of this story as a popular vote. It's definitely fun, if one of the more character and action-focused ones. Writing it reminds me of the Zhang-Oh and Ashley stories I've had commissioned from me, where it's basically regular fight scenes but with more boobs and moaning and relatively little actual sexuality. I'm definitely liking writing the 'Sonas themselves as characters and just how far their personalities go. I don't have them quite like Stands in Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, but definitely not just puppets or Pokegirls. I keep thinking of them as their personal ids that act on their rawest instincts and wants when they're without direction, so they can't even speak sometimes without the right questions.

"So! What do you need? Money? Guns? Wands? Cars? Bodyguards?" Izzy sat on the edge of her bed, tossing her hands up. Her room was big and fully stocked with games, books, TV, pillows... everything the rich girl needed. Vicky and Dora gawked for a while before Vicky raised a hand.

"New car would be nice. Y'know... for dream guardian things."

Dora elbowed her in the side. "Oh we do not. Even if they were as powerful as our Catfightsonas, we're not even sure how to take things from the real world into the other."

Vicky frowned but nodded. "Yea. We're still kind of flying blind. The closest we have is our 'sonas can kick some ass and MAYBE a lead on Stella. We're not even sure how we got to that gate in the first place."

"Well... why do you think Stella's behind this?" Izzy asked.

"I don’t think she could be behind it if she wanted to. She can barely keep a gang going. But there was a monster based on her in your dream. The Temptress wanted to look like Stella, which made me think she might have recognized her."

"And how did you get to this gate last time?" Izzy pressed.

"We... slept. It just sort of happened." Vicky shrugged while Dora pulled out and started tapping at her phone.

"I think I have an idea!" The spunky girl flipped her phone around and showed them the message they had received from The Gatekeeper. "What about that nice giant lady? She let us in when she saw we were guardians."

"She THOUGHT we were guardians," Vicky corrected. "And maybe us having magical punch-ghosts is kind of proof that we are. We're just lucky she's gullible."

"She's sweet," Dora added. "But I saved her in our contacts. Izzy, I'm adding you to the convo... annnd there! Ooh, she replied already!"

"The woman stands in front of a dream door all day," Vicky scoffed. "If we can't keep our phones to ourselves at school, why would she do anything but answer texts?"

"See? She's just nice and bored." Dora sent out a few more messages before they'd set up another expedition. Before long, a "mission for three and a new guardian badge" was scheduled for that night.

"Cool!" Izzy smiled and clenched her fists around the bedsheets. "So what now?"

"Now we rest up," Dora decided. "We're gonna have a long night."

"You do realize we're literally going to be sleeping all night, don't you? We don't need rest for that," Vicky grunted.

The girls explained the basics to Izzy and what to expect before they went their separate ways. Izzy wasn't aware of any Catfightsona, but she sounded like she was set on there being order and responsibility in the world. That sounded good enough of an excuse for using her guardian badge. Sure enough, that night the three girls appeared in that inky blackness. Dora was back in her black leotard while Vicky had her long leather jacket and pants. There was even her metal pipe stuck in the ground waiting for her, which she uprooted easily and took a practice swing with.

Izzy was there in her glasses, although they were sunglasses instead of her usual. The slim but busty brunette's figure was wearing nothing but some tight shorts and a tiny top that hugged her boobs, and a loose thick belt hung from one hip and drooped to her opposite thigh.

"Whoa, you get a raver outfit? Not what I'd expect out of the rich math geek," Vicky teased playfully.

"Oh! Yea, I didn't know clothes were a part of this too," Izzy admitted. She patted her hip until she found one of the belt's pouches and pulled out a taser. "Good. That stuck around."

"Stuck around? You brought that with you?!" Vicky asked.

"You SLEPT with a taser!?" Dora added in shock.

"We're going into a punk's dream where monsters live! Why wouldn't I try to bring it over? I guess some things can pass through into the dream world..."

"Right on time!" The Guardian was there, the huge woman in her tight business suit and horns leaning on her spiked iron club. "How's things back at your office?"

"Good!" Dora replied quickly.

"Yea. Very... official," Vicky added. "And real."

Izzy bumped Vicky aside with her shoulder (or tried to while the bigger blonde didn't budge) and stepped up. "We're gelling nicely with some new recruits, but we've been caught up on the syncing process with some regional precincts. But we’re running on a fairly strict timeclock. Any cooperation you may have in the procedure will be very appreciated, Gatekeeper. So if you please, do you know where we can find the next Temptress, and may I have my badge?" She rattled off some casual business jargon quickly before Gatekeeper could think of it too hard. She blinked a few times before she pulled the medallion and handed it over.

"Oh... yes! Yes, ma'am. I can get you there right away!" The horned woman turned and started to open the door while the other girls muttered behind them.

"This is nice," Vicky noted quietly. "We have a talker in the group."

"I can talk! People like me!" Dora defended.

"I know, but she can do it without striking superhero poses."

Izzy tried not to fiddle with her badge too much as the guardian pushed the door open and stepped aside. Unlike the dark city from last time, this one had a grassy hill that seemed to be in the middle of the countryside. Izzy gave it a once over as if she knew what she was doing, nodded and then marched through. Vicky gave a lazy wave at the guardian as she passed her by, but Dora stopped before stepping through. 

“Hey, did you think about what Vicky said? About picking out your name?”

“Yes, actually!” The oni-looking woman perked up a bit. “I was thinking about the same tone while losing the name Geek. Rearranging the letters, I’m Taker!”

Dora frowned and nodded. “Getting there. But it sounds kind of greedy for a nice lady like you.”

The oni sighed and tapped the butt of her club thoughtfully. “Tag?”

A little simple. So why not… Kate? Short and easy but still like, a real word.”

The Gatekeeper’s eyes lit up. “You think?!”

“Yea! It’s cute like you are.”

“I’M CUTE!?” The muscular and horned woman in a suit beamed and blushed with delight.

“Yea! You rock that suit and your horn’s been polished every time I see you!”

“You’re so sweet to notice! Thank you!”

“Hey! Agent Dora! You coming?!” Vicky barked back at her. 

“Coming! We’ll catch up later! I’ll text you when we wake up!” Dora waved at the odd guardian and left Kate to her business.

“What do you think she does, anyway?” Vicky asked as she looked skeptically back at her semi-willing friend.

“She guards the door. To… dreams.”

“Then why are there Temptresses in it?”

“Maybe she’s why there aren’t MORE of them. Like a quarantine.”

“But if she’s watching the outside, then where’s her actual backup?”

“Guys, you should probably see this!” Izzy waved them to the edge of the hill, and as the girls looked over it, they saw what she meant. “This is your shadow city?”

“No… lot more old. And Japanesey.” Vicky squirted over the sunsetted skies and valleys. The whole place looked like her understanding of Feudal Japan, with its sharply angled tile roofs and large rice farms surrounding the city. Paper lanterns and even a few guys walking around with kimonos and katanas completed the stereotypical scene. “It’s not the same place at all.”

“What was the last one like?”

“Dark and all city-looking. Like the old lot we fought Stella and her punks in,” Dora offered.

Izzy frowned and tapped her chin, then pulled out a map from one of the pouches on her loose belt. She unfolded it and held it up against the cityscape while Vicky nudged Dora. "Next time, I'm going to sleep with a fucking gun," the blonde grumbled.

"I think it's the same." Izzy tapped a part of the map. "That's the river on the West side of town. The bridge is wood instead of concrete, but it's in the same spot. And the police station should be there by where those guards are posted." She folded up her map and put it away again. So where did you find the Temptress last time?"

"At your family business," Vicky said, pointing off towards the town.

"So she’s probably not there... unless my family's part of an evil scheme with demons from space!!"

"Do you think?!" Dora asked, perhaps a bit too excitedly

"I mean... probably not. It would be hard to do in the middle of the whole city with random people coming and going, huh? Just a fun idea..."

"Why the hell do you two look disappointed?" Vicky scoffed as she turned back towards the Eastern-style city. "At least this one doesn't look like it's crawling with monsters. Maybe we got here in time to stop it from getting that bad."

"Or we're way off target. The point is, we need to go and find out more," Izzy decided.

"Sure thing. Just give me a sec." Vicky snapped her badge in half and The Godmother popped out in a quick burst of blue smoke, puffing some more out of her cigar. "Think you can scrape together down some disguises, god-mama?"

"Piece of cake," she scoffed, floating to the city and vanishing down an alley. There was the sound of a few quick gunshots before some naked women went screaming out of the alley, covering their chests and groins as they went jiggling off into the valleys. Godmother reappeared behind them with several kimonos slung over her fur coat's shoulder.

"She is so cool," Izzy said, staring at the smoking mafia queen as Dora passed her a pink garment to throw over their clothes.

"Well it's not like we can use my machine-gunning crime ghost in the middle of town and stay stealthy," Vicky said as she struggled between getting her coat off and her robe on. It quickly became obvious that they couldn't keep all their gear on and make the kimonos fit right, so they quickly shed most of their clothes to get them right.

"Nice manscaping, Izzy!" Dora noted cheerily as they started to finally apply the kimonos.

"It's not called that!" Izzy said with a blush. "It's just personal grooming."

"Oh. Well it's cute anyway. Makes you look younger."

"That's not what I wanted! It's just practical! It's... smoother and cleaner."

"Yea? For who?" Vicky asked with a grin. She stuck her pipe into the dirt to free up her hands and wrapped up her big breasts as best she could. The robe was still too small and left some cleavage hanging out, but she frankly preferred it that way.

"We're done talking about my cooch!" Izzy blurted out. "Now let's do some snooping. Dream detectives, remember? Someone might be dream dying right now!"

The town itself proved rather mellow and harmless. Unlike the city in Izzy's dream, there was only a few scarce traces of unnatural shadow, and it vanished permanently as soon as they got close. There were some vendors and street performers (all of whom spoke English), and some geisha that got very flirty with Vicky as the big blonde tried to push her way through, but that was the worst of it. They asked around for anything strange, but when nothing sprouted up, Izzy mentioned going to the top. With her dropping some more fake authority, they bluffed their way into the palace and were soon kneeling in front of the emperor's throne. Vicky was still awkwardly trying to get on her knees when the man himself showed up. He was an elderly Asian man with a long white beard and rapidly thinning hair tied back, a businesslike look on his face. A slim woman in some more ornate and formal robes followed him at a respectable distance and stayed standing as he sat.

"So... why have you come to me? I was told you have dire news," he spoke in a dried but hard old voice.

"Yes, your lordship," Izzy replied in her same helpful formal but brisk tone she used on Gatekeeper. "It's come to our attention that there is some manner of... yokai in your presence." Dora glanced at her sideways, but kept her mouth shut as she let the girl work.

"A yokai? Why would the spirits be bothering our simple kingdom?"

"We um... consulted a higher power. They directed us here. We have reason to believe that a Stella Studebaker may have connections with some greater evil."

The emperor frowned at this. "I see. So you say that Lady Studebaker is a traitor to this kingdom?"

Izzy hesitated. They didn't like how accusatory his tone became. "We think that she deserves investigation. She may be affected by something, or accidentally..."

"Lady Studebaker has been a friend of my clan and guardian to this land for generations. How dare you come here and slander her name!" The woman behind the emperor spoke up, in fact, while the old man stayed silent and glared ahead. "Let us dispose of them for you, master," she said calmly with a wave of her hand. There were a few bursts of smoke from the ceiling. Several scrawny and pale women in ninja masks and bikinis dropped from above, surrounding the trio as they drew some katanas and throwing stars from God knows where. "Slay these saboteurs in the name of the emperor!"

"Wait, what?!" Vicky leapt to her feet while Dora did the same, but Izzy looked around rather calmly. "This' some bullshit!"

"I agree," Izzy said calmly, locking eyes with the emperor. "There's such a thing as hospitality and etiquette. Is there a reason the ruler himself doesn't dispatch this order?"

"I speak for the emperor as I read his whims. You see he does not stop me!" the attendant huffed, puffing up her chest defiantly.

"I see." Izzy eyed the emperor rather than looking at the woman, and he remained almost motionless as he watched. "I might have more accurate than I thought in my accusations, then. But to interrupt such a polite talk..." Izzy dug into her kimono and produced her badge, snapping it in half. "I suppose someone here has to uphold rules and order!"

The ninjas were startled as someone besides them opened up a smoke bomb, the blue mist pouring through the room. "Jeez, why does everyone but me get it easy?" Vicky grumbled as a sound like a cracking whip sounded amidst the fog.

When it cleared, there was a ridiculously busty nun floating just ahead of Izzy. She had a ruler held out like a rapier, and two of the ninja babes were already knocked unconscious near her. She wore a nearly skintight black habit that was closer to a sultry dress, and her giant breasts wobbled with the slightest movement as they hung low enough to be near her belly button. Some strands of blonde hung out from her long cap and pouty lips were pursed beneath her big blue eyes. Somewhere in the chaos, Izzy's kimono had apparently blasted off of her and left her in her loose raver clothes once again.

"Wicked things will not trespass in the presence of The Matron," she hissed. She reached into her sleeve and produced a silver crucifix, thrusting it towards the emperor. The attending woman looked shocked for a moment before a radiant light blasted out of the holy symbol. The emperor suddenly shook as if he was startled awake while the Asian advisor shrieked and turned away. When she looked up again, she looked exactly the same except that her entire face was missing. It was perfectly smooth from forehead to chin.

"What are you doing?!" the faceless woman snarled.

"Exposing the evils of this world!" Matron accused. One of the ninja tries to jab at her with a dagger, but the busty nun put an arm in front of Izzy and shoved her back with her out of harm's way. Izzy threw up her taser, but instead of a spark or spikes a sudden burst of laser-like light shot out and blasted the ninja in the chest. She flew back into a wall as her bikini exploded off of her body.

"So we got a healer and a shooter in one. That's cool!" Dora noted. She snapped her own badge and with a boom, her clothes blew off her body. She was briefly nude before her black leotard suddenly appeared back over her body. In a much briefer burst of light and smoke, Wrestler appeared behind her and palmed one of the ninja's faces. She hurled them across the room to smash through one of the pillars before flexing proudly. "But you're still my favorite, muscles. Let's do this!"

"Right on! The West says hi, chumps!" Vicky laughed. She summoned Godmother again as the crook backhanded one of the ninja into a wall, just to open fire with her tommy gun. The ninja monster squealed miserably as the bullets peppered her thong-clad ass, making her cheeks bounce around like a rapid-fire spanking.

"How dare you!?" The faceless woman's blank features still turned red, crackling with energy as she grew tall enough to match the Catfightsonas in size. Her breasts ballooned up until they popped right out of her tight-fitting robe, and her hips pushed out in a slow and steady growth to make her otherwise modest clothing now stretched to its limits. Her fingernails grew longer, suddenly six-inch claws rather than mere painted tips. A few shadows hands appeared out of the throne and grabbed the emperor, holding him in his throne. "I will not let you come in here and ruin our plans!"

"Really? Because that sounds exactly like what a bunch of guardians would do!" Dora grinned. A pair of the ninja monsters leapt at her from behind, but Wrestler grabbed both of them in a single bearhug. She squeezed them until their bikini-clad breasts mashed together and there came a snap, the two of them bursting into some wispy shadows.

The faceless woman darted past them, swiping with her claw-like fingernails. Some long red scratches went along Wrestler's arm before she could grab at her, the attendant sliding nimbly on the other side of the room to turn around in one oddly graceful motion.

"Give it up, you lipless skank!" Vicky called after her. "We've blown up a Temptress already, and you're next!" Godmother opened fire with a barrage of fireballs, mowing down a few more of the ninja as they burst into shadows before sweeping it over to the advisor. The faceless foe raised a hand and absorbed then with some sort of barrier.

"A Temptress? You won't be catching them so easily. I am merely a reflection of such a power. My lady had been feeding here for some time now," she hissed she lashed out and left a deep slash that cut through Godmother's fur coat and chest, leaving a narrow cut along her cleavage.

"So you're a symptom rather than a cause," Izzy explained. Matron swiftly ran over to Wrestler, her chest jiggling with every step before she groped Wrestler's own bouncing breasts.

"Go in good health, sister!" Matron declared and a white light glowed around Wrestler's wounds. They healed up quickly as the muscular and busty girl darted back into the fray. The jiggly nun went to patch up Godmother, but they still couldn't land a hit on the speedy courtesan. The faceless Asian dodged Wrestler's grabs and swings, slicing off more of her clothes as she darted away. Soon both of the offensive Catfightsonas were wearing little more than shreds of clothing over their more intimate areas, even with Matron patching up their wounds as quickly as she could.

"Well that's getting nowhere fast," Vicky growled. She spun around and swung her pipe to tag a ninja monster in the head, bringing it down while Dora headbutted another. "Speedy little bitch is too scared to fight!" She added the last part to make sure the mini-boss could hear her.

"Matron," Izzy asked. "Is there anything you can use to slow her down?" The nun projection stared vacantly towards the battle as the monster created some more barriers to stop some icicle bullets from Godmother.

"There are secrets to everything, my child," Matron answered at last. "Do I have your permission to change my ways?"

Izzy gave her a puzzled sideways glance. "Yyyyyes? If it'll help." The Matron smiled and grabbed her habit, whipping it off in one broad flourish. Izzy stared as the hugely busty nun lost her robe completely, leaving herself in nothing but an extremely skimpy corset and some stiletto boots. The blonde's serene and ditzy expression vanished foor a wicked smile as a long whip appeared in her hand. Her curvy build and the tiny outfit made it look like a nipple or her vagina were a single misstep away from popping right out.

"On your knees, you defiant little cunt!" the former nun barked, pointing her whip at the faceless fiend. Only the other Catfightsonas weren't staring at this point.

"Uh... Izzy?" Vicky pried.

"Yyyyyes?"

"Why's your nun a whipping titty monster all a sudden?"

"That's so cool!" Dora whispered loudly.

"I don't know! She just offered! I didn't know they could change!"

"Like the get the nun thing..." Dora mused. "Order and balance and all. But this... what's your private life like, girl?"

"I said I don't know!" Izzy blurted, blushing harder as she casually blasted another ninja minion to bits with her laser taser. "I swear I'm not into anything that weird!"

"Yea, but the more you argue about it..." Vicky teased with a grin.

Wrestler rushed in and threw a high kick at the faceless monster, but she snapped out of it and dodged aside. Wrestler smashed down part of the wall instead as the faceless raised a hand to block some lightning shots from Godmother. She raised her hand for another claw strike, but an expert lash of Matron's whip caught her around the wrist.

"You've been a naughty girl!" the blonde purred, yanking hard on her whip and pulling their foe in with sudden force. The faceless woman flew through the air until her and The Matron collided bust first. Their huge tits molded against each other as their massive mounds fought against physics to fit in the same place. Even with the lack of eyes or mouth, the distress on the monster's face was clear.

"Let go of me, you meddling slut!" the faceless woman shrieked. She raised her claws again, but the Matron's rubbery bust bounced back out and sent her tumbling back. She suddenly jerked to a stop, realizing she was still stuck to the whip like some kind of trashy yoyo. Even pulling and slashing at the whip, she was stuck there.

"She's trapped!" Izzy pointed out with glee.

"Bitch is wide open! Let's get 'em!" Vicky laughed with a wicked grin. The Matron snapped her whip, making the monster fly up into the air as the ripple in her weapon reached her. She smacked into the ceiling and came flying back down, but Godmother appeared beneath her. She produced a gem-studded set of gold knucklers and slammed the advisor in the belly, getting a spray of spit and sweat from her face despite her lack of a mouth.

The monster hadn't finished reeling when Wrestler appeared before her. Her strong hands grabbed her by her bouncy breasts and squeezed until the soft flesh oozed between her fingers. The faceless woman screamed as she flailed and kicked around, still too tangled in the whip to land any notable hits on the nearly naked wrestler. The buff Catfightsona lifted her up and slammed the advisor into the nearest wall. The flimsy wood cracked apart, tearing her top off completely as she blew through the wall and was left dangling suspended from the hole.

"Ohhhnnn..." the monstrous lady groaned, twitching pathetically with her hips and legs hanging in front of them. "You... you little brats... you won't be able to remove the Temptress with this pathetic bunch of tricks..."

"Pretty pathetic of us, huh, girls?" Dora said, cracking her knuckles. Wrestler cracked her own in unison. "Maybe we should show her what we can really do..." Vicky grinned and reached out with her pipe, flipping up the skirt of her kimono to bare her thong-clad crotch. It was an easy target for the Wrestler to punch at incredible speed and force her groin was a personal punching bag. It was joined by the peppering noise of Godmother's tommy gun blasting electric shocks into her snatch and Matron whipping it in a frenzy of sharp lashes that left red lines all over her thighs.

The faceless creature could only scream and wail, her breasts and legs floppling around as the Catfightsonas relentlessly attacked her crotch. When they finally stopped, she was left twitching halfway through the wall with black smoke starting to drift off of her skin. Wrestle simply grabbed her by the ankle and turned, hurling the imposter towards the throne, arching so that her crotch landed right on top of its peak. She let out one finaly moan of pain before she vanished from sight.

"Woo! We did it!" Izzy laughed, fists up in the air.

"Yea! Thank your kinky ass for that one!" Vicky said, patting her on the back.

"I told you! I don't know why she's like that!"

"Okay then. I'm checking your browser history when we get back."

"Don't you dare!"

Dora saw the emperor starting to move slowly, blinking like he had just woken up. She ran up to him despite suddenly being in her black leotard and the bizarre women projecting behind her. "Hey! Were you feeling better?"

"I... believe so. My mind is clearing. How long have I been this way?" the old man muttered, rubbing his face.

"The monster said they'd been here for a while and taken root," Izzy reminded them. "It might have been some time now. Who knows how long, really."

The emperor made a low and thoughtful noise. "Then perhaps there is more to your words than it seemed. And you said that that Lady Studebaker is involved in all of this?"

"Sounds like it," Vicky nodded. "The fact that you know her name in this crazy place is a pretty good sign that she is."

"I see. Then I will clear a path for you and your companions to her kingdom. My warriors will personally see you there safely."

"Cool! We have dream buddies!" Dora chimed, looking to the others with a proud smile. "At this rate, we'll have this whole place done before we-"

Dora flopped out of bed, suddenly staring at her ceiling. It was too early for school, but the sun was still out. She climbed back into her bed, scooping up her blanket as she texted the others. They were all awake too, so at least she hadn't left them locked in dream world or anything. Still, they'd only just started along the trail. She quickly started to text Kate and see what the gatekeeper could do to get them back in the next night.