It was well past eleven when Catalina Acosta finally made it home after what could only be described as a long day, and what a day it had been. She and the rest of her team had spent the better part of the day running around the city fighting monsters and their magical alien masters who were all in her estimate clear psychopaths. Must come with being nobility she thought to herself as she locked the front door behind her with a ‘click.’

The house was dark, nobody else home what with the rest of her family out of town visiting relatives. Someone had to stay to keep an eye on the house and so she happily volunteered. It suited her just fine. Some peace and quiet, not to mention helping her stay with the rest of the Thong Squad when they were clearly needed here. As she passed through the living room she turned on a sole lamp close to the door, bathing the room in a soft warm glow, and kept on walking, heading straight for the kitchen. On her back was her usual rucksack she took about for day to day life as well as a flimsy plastic shopping bag containing her dinner for tomorrow; a whole lot of ramen and snacks. Tomorrow would be her lazy day she declared to her friends, making it clear she had no plans of going outside and under no circumstances should anyone disturb her.

Turning the kitchen light on she couldn’t help but wince at just how bright they were, and she paused, blinking for a moment while her eyes adjusted. Once that little uncomfortable moment passed, she lazily dumped both the shopping bag and her rucksack onto the kitchen table, both bags making a loud thump as they hit the wooden surface. Then she doubled over, elbows on the table and hands holding her head....and sighed.

She was exhausted.

Both physically and mentally. She had been kicked, shot at, set alight, hit with blasts of whatever the hell ‘dark magic’ was exactly, almost died on four separate occasions, watched the same happen to her friends. What’s more was she was stretched to her powers limit, running as fast as she could before some sort of magic bomb detonated taking half the city with it. She pulled through of course, they all did. And she would by lying if it wasn’t nice seeing that stupid little brat who ‘masterminded’ the today’s incursion start to flip his shit when she sent the bomb straight back through the portal from where it came. Oh how he swore and kicked and screamed at her...bastard started singling her out with his magic too and she got more than a little scorched as a result. The only thing that stopped him was when that dainty nutjob cousin of his slapped him around the back of the head and yanked him away, but not before getting out one last wave of expletives. It was the usual though, nothing new.

‘I’ll get you for this.’

‘Watch yourself.’

‘I’ll make you pay.’

Ect ect.

When they were all done and the day was saved, the group slogged their way battered and bruised back to Cleophoe for some good old fashioned magical healing. Being a Thong Warrior they all had enhanced durability and endurance, but today was particularity nasty and certainly put their magical toughness to the test. Mercifully they had a magic princess on hand to provide aid. Though she could only do so much in such a short amount of time what with the strain it puts on her. Healing is great if you need to patch up one or two people, but a whole team who are majorly hurting? She was hard pressed. Both Chastity and Amanda got the worst of it in their dealings with Celine and that scythe of hers, both girls sliced this way and that. And on top of that, she was pretty sure Brittany had a few broken ribs what with taking a kick directly to the chest from Viktor. She said she was fine, but the way she moved and hissed quietly, it was obvious she was in rough shape.

With this in mind, both Catalina and Annette agreed to light healing, enough to close up the serious wounds and marks and to take the edge off for a time, but no more than that. Better for Cleophoe to conserve her energy for the ones who needed it most. They would have just forgone the healing all together but she insisted she at least do something for them, and, well, she can be stubborn when she wants to be. Again, being part of nobility, or royalty in this case. And honestly, that would have been fine for her. She could just down a few pain killers and try and get to sleep before the pains came back, but unfortunately however, the girls wanted to celebrate.

Because of course they did after such a hard fought battle that sent the bad guys packing.

She wanted to say no, hell she did! Several times in fact! But the others wouldn’t have it. They would go out for a big fancy meal, stuff their faces, drink and generally be loud and energetic. One of the downsides to healing is that it made the healer incredibly hungry, a part of the immense energy expenditure. Cleo explained it to her once a while back and while she understood the basics, a lot of it still escaped her. Needless to say she couldn’t say no. And while Annette was in the same boat as her, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and home as soon as before Cleo’s little quick fix wore off, as team leader she couldn’t really say no to the others. “Good for moral.” as she put it. “We fought hard today, I think a little celebration might do us some good.” Though she said it with a forced smile. So the five of them, plus Cleophoe bit minus Flufflepon who couldn’t go outside for obvious reasons, set out for some good ol fashion Friday night fun at some steakhouse Amanda swore by. And Catalina did swear, when she saw the bill that was. Brittany offered to cover both hers and Annette’s as a ‘sorry for hogging the magical healing’ which was a nice gesture.

It was a fun evening. She couldn’t deny it. They had fun, ate, drank, cheered and introduced Cleophoe to some of Earth’s finest grilled, deep fried and baked delicacies to some interesting results. She swore off fried food as they began to depart. Some of it just didn’t sit right with her refined palate apparently. Green tried to claim the same, but they all saw her wolf down whatever was put in front of her like some hungry predator.

Then it was time to leave and they made their separate ways home. Annette and Amanda lived close by to Cleo so they walked her home while the rest headed off. Once the princess was safe and secure, the red and blue magical girls then turned their own ways home, with Catalina stopping by a nearby store on the walk to get her lazy day provisions. By this point, the healing effects had long worn off and her body cried out with every step. All she could do was grit her teeth and bare it, walking home as fast as she could without looking like an idiot and running. And even then, running would probably hurt even more, so it was better she didn’t.

The blue haired girl brought a hand to her face and rubbed at the tiredness of her eyes for a moment before hauling herself upright off the table. “God what a day…” She muttered. Yawning, she began the process of unpacking her bags, one by one and leaving them scattered about across the table. No point putting them away since they were just going to get all used up tomorrow, but she supposed she could at least get them out of the bags. Really her mind that was drained, it only really made sense to her in that tired exhausted state.

One pack of ramen.

Two pack of ramen.

Three pack of ramen.

Some chips.

Bottle of Soda.

Fourth pack of ramen.

More chips.

Big ass bag of M&M’s.

Fifth pack of ramen.

As she went about the motions in a somewhat automated state, something felt...off. She couldn’t explain it but a wave of dread and apprehension has slowly crept in on her as she came into the kitchen, and it only grew as time went on. At first she chalked it just up to tiredness, but no. It was different. If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she was being watched. She glanced across the table to the little kitchen window above the sink. The blind was drawn, so it couldn’t have been that. Then she turned to peer at the hallway connecting onto the kitchen to her right and her breath caught.

Peering at her from the darkness were eyes.

Small blue orbs amidst the pitch black of the surroundings that seemed to swallow all light from the kitchen. She recognised them immediately. It must have only been for a fraction of a second where hers and theirs were locked, if even that. Locked and staring at one another in the night’s silence as though a prey animal and it’s predator had just spotted one another in the woods.

A second later Alexander Bronach burst from the blackness, surging towards her with a viscous snarl and a murderous glint in those blue eyes!

A surge of adrenaline rushing through her system, Catalina had just enough time to transform into Thong Blue a flash before everything went to hell.

Light shone in through a crack in the curtains and finally crept it’s way up to Catalina’s face as the clock hit three minutes past eight. She lay still, slowly coming awake to the sensation of her eyes being lit up from behind the lids. Eventually with a groan, they flickered open, blinking several times trying to dispel the spots from her vision. She peered, half squinting at the clock at her bedside table before lazily hauling herself up into a sitting position out of the light.

The back of her hand rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she let out a less than gracious yawn.

Her entire body ached all over.

She felt terrible. “Eugh...stupid magic aliens.” The girl grumbled, looking at herself in the mirror on the wall across from her. She in fact, also looked terrible. Wonderful, she thought. She looked how she felt. Great. “I don’t get paid enough to be a Thong Warrior.2 she said to no one in particular. “Hell I don’t even get paid...I should really ask Cleo for some-” She stopped. There was a scratch along her arm. When did that happen? But...but there was encounter on her other arm. Except there was also a bite mark as well. She was starting to become more aware of the pains that covered her entire body now. Worriedly, she turned in the mirror, arching one shoulder to the side to- there were several bite marks and scratches on her shoulder-and her back! Long scrapes running down the full length, raw and bloody.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the bruises on her neck. This was...she had no words for it. The tiredness she felt moments ago was replaced as a fresh surge of adrenaline pumped through her system. Something clearly happened. With trepidation, she lifted the bedsheets to look at herself under the covers...Her thighs were a mess of catches and bites and her crotch as absolutely sodden, enough to soak the sheets she lay on.

“What the fuck…”

It came back to her in bits and pieces.

She was at home after a hard day. She was unpacking things and...and...she was attacked. That little bastard from earlier! He came at her in her own house! She managed to transform, they fought. Hard. They tore up the house in the process, they kicked and punched and bit in the close confines of the house, she made damn sure he wouldn’t be able to use any of his magic. At one point he slammed her hard against a wall, said something in the way he usually does, the cocky little bastard...or did she? It was all a haze. It might have been her, pressing him against a nearby wall, sticking her wand right under his chin and threatening to blow his brains out, or...or was it him? Her at his mercy, a little deadly ball of energy pressed at her throat...she couldn’t remember at all. The only thing she could recall was their bodies pressed close, breathing into one another’s faces, exhaustion set in for both sides and the threats and promises to kill one another and...well...one thing lead to another and…

They kissed.

Her hands slowly came up as she clenched her head, staring at her reflection with eyes wide in shock. “Oh God...Oh fuck I didn’t…” She had no idea who initiated it, everything past that was a violent blur. They kissed and kept on kissing, arms wrapping around each other as they hungrily went at it. Next thing she knew, they were in her room, on her bed, coupled together and practically tearing one another’s clothes off in a hormone induced frenzy.

What followed from her patchy recollection was a wild night of the most intense passion she had ever known. Their fight didn’t end, it merely...transitioned into a new form. Both heroine and villain were locked in fight for dominance as they embraced. There was no tenderness in what they did. It was rough and unfriendly. Both of them not caring for the other as they went at it like animals. Biting, slapping, choking, forcing the other one, pinning, fighting to be on top, scratching, spitting. The promises never stopped either. They swore, taunted, told the other how much they hated them, how they would kill them, how when their side won, they might keep them alive as a pet.

The noises of it all. She could vividly recall his muffled snarls as she rode atop him, keeping his arms pinned above his head, nails biting into the flesh of his wrists as she ground her sex into his mouth, or the guttural gurgled insults she spewed as his hands clasped around her throat and slowly cut off her air supply. Looking at those bruises again in the mirror, she reached up and gingerly touched them, fingers recoiling instantly with a hiss as a wave of pain washed over her.

There was no getting around it, she was beyond screwed. Fucking the enemy was never a smart move. Especially when it involves the fate of the entire planet. What she did was wrong no matter how you look at it.

But it was amazing.

Her body hurt to high heaven but it was the most fun she had ever had. She got to cut loose and do anything and everything she ever wanted. Her crotch sure did ache now but holy hell was it all so intense. She forced that lad to do all sorts to her, with his hands and his mouth and, credit where credit is due, not a bad dick by any stretch. She never felt so passionate like that night. Just the chance to go full feral, it...it was something. She’d fucked one or two guys before but this was a whole new level for her. It made her feel truly alive. There was a reason her thighs were so sticky and sheets still soaked.

Pure euphoria through and through all throughout the night.

Though she wouldn’t say it out loud, she wouldn’t mind giving the brats face another ride or two. When not given the choice, he knew how to use that mouth of his for something other than just swearing and whining. Kept him shut up too which was a bonus. Even if his grunts were kind of cute.

She still hated him. Of course she did. They were enemies after all and nothing would change that. Only good for fighting and now she supposed fucking. As a one off mind you. And next time they see one another, she had no doubt they would just pretend this never happened and they would just try and kill each other. This was just a night where they got carried away is all. There was certainly no love between them. All a spur of the moment. A fluke. As if she could fall for someone like him! He was an arrogant, moody little shit with temper issues. And he wasn’t even human either! Just some weird ass magic elf alien thing.

Oh.

Oh she just fucked an elf.

Who is also an alien.

She just fucked an elf alien.

Holy shit I just lived out two of my biggest fantasies on one go! The thought made her smirk just a little. “God I’m so fucked…”

She heard a faint sigh and saw movement in the mirror. The blood froze in her veins.

Slowly she turned her head to look at her bed. To her left, there was a mound under the sheets on the other side of the bed. The mound moved again, just a little. Carefully she reached out and slowly pulled back the sheets to reveal a back, bloody and racked with even more claw marks and bites than her own. Before she could even react, the sleeping figure rolled over to face her, eyes still shut with a peaceful serene expression across his features.

Fast asleep was Alexander Bronach.

And he looked in an even worse state than her, complete with a nasty looking bruise under one eye.

He was still here! He never left!

This confirms it. She couldn’t just chalk it up to some misremembered events or an intense dream like the smarter more rational part of her brain had hoped.

They really did sleep together.

Catalina Acosta: Thong Blue, was literally sleeping with the enemy.

“Well. And truly.”

“Fucked…”