Wannabe-Character Artist

Hello, to anyone out there.

I'm open for commissions.

And at the time of me posting this, I'm desperate in need of help.

[Space Station Valencia, Horologium System

Space Port]

In the depths of space, planets that are uninhabitable are actually a luxury that most lifeforms don't have. Because of this, most life outside of the Sol System is done on massive space stations. Often breaking up the cold, unfeeling silence of space, these stations are anywhere from home to rest stops for weary Spacers. Space Station Valencia orbits Hor Alpha, locally recognized as Star Lacaille. Its orange light bathes the station in a soft glow.

"[How wonderful to be doing business with you.]" Said a blue-skinned man with short blond hair on the other side of the screen. "[Just give your digital signature here and I'll send you your payment.]"

Jango cocked an eyebrow as he crossed his arms from his seat. "Let's see the cargo first."

The alien man gave a small chuckle as he tilted down his shades, showing the soft red-color of his eyes. "[Don't trust me now?]"

"I've done this song and dance before." Jango said, giving his own chuckle. It didn't help that he knew who he was dealing with. Art Class - an Oricon who ran the High Class Trading Company. Their reach extended beyond multiple galaxies. But more often than not, important cargo that had to be moved quietly and outside of view of curious eyes were handled by contract privateers like Jango.

It's just that sometimes, those curious eyes were Space Patrol.

He wagged his finger and said, "come on now, Mr. Class~ If you have nothing to hide, then let's see the goods. Shishishi~"

The confident grin on the man's face faltered for a moment. His lips quivered, but he forced himself to smile. "[But of course...]" He snapped his fingers and a display appeared on his screen. It looked like a large metallic box, like a refrigerator. Jango and his crew watched as the contents were revealed to the camera.

Ice. Filled from floor to ceiling with nothing but chunks of ice. In space, water isn't just something lifeforms need. It was a scarce resource wars were fought for. Earth having freshwater sources is actually a rarity. Because of this, water is a common form of cargo that's transported across the inky void.

"[There. Satisfied?]"

Jango stole a glance at Bernice & Sherry. Both of them gave Jango a thumbs up from their stations. He'd then look back at the blue man and said, "everything checks out. Send payment and have your men load up our cargo bay."

"[You're a shrewd man, Fox.]" Class said with a smirk, "[but I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate that. After all, I AM paying for quality protection here. Can't have any no good pirates hijacking my hard-earned ice...]" His words brought an eye roll to Jango's face.

A ping echoed through the bridge.

Gwendolyn yawned as she said, "he sent the money, Captain. As well as a set of coordinates."

"Groovy." Jango nodded. "Looks like we're all clear, Mr. Class."

"[Then hopefully I'll hear back from you when you reach Space Station Oak. Happy travels~]"

The transponder then cut off, leaving Jango and his crew to themselves.

"So just to double check," Jango said, "you didn't pick up anything under that pile of ice?"

"No, Captain." Bernice assured, leaning forward in her seat and pressing her breasts up against her console screen. "I got no signs of any lifeforms, nor any odd sightings under the ice. No lead linings to hide from my cameras or any concerning shapes."

"Uh..." Sherry's voice gave out a dull ring through the bridge. "I take it this was a problem in the past?"

"One of our first jobs, actually." Madison replied, "we were told we were carrying spices from Station Lime to Station Mikan. Turns out, we were carrying Smurf."

"...Like...like the cartoon?" Sherry asked, baffled.

"No, but I wonder if there's an actual connection now..." Leigh mused aloud.

"'Smurf' in this context are small blue tablets that makes you hallucinate." Tara explained. "It also turns your skin blue and pretty much puts you in this near comatose state. Just you and your dream world."

"Jesus..." Sherry mumbled.

"Yeah, we had a very long and interesting talk with Space Patrol when we reached a checkpoint." Jango continued to elaborate. "So we tend to be a bit more cautious with the cargo we take on." He checked the cameras, watching as the cargo ships owned by High Class Trading were delivering and dropping off fridges filled with ice. "Cause there's always someone thinking they can be sly and pull a fast one when your guard is down."

"And I thought we just had to worry about pirates..." Sherry mumbled.

"Pirates are more than just plunderers and thieves." Bernice said with a brief stretch. "But since business hours are over, Captain, how much longer are we gonna be in this port?"

"Hmm, depends." Jango said, leaning back in his chair. "How's everybody feeling after a day of sailing? Cause I'm thinking-"

BOOM! BOOM!

The entire port began to shake. No, not just the port; it felt like the entire station was rumbling. Their ears rang as a loud noise roared around them.

"Aaaah! It's an earthquake!" Sherry shouted as she hung onto her console.

"W-we're on a space station! There's no 'earth' to 'quake'!" Leigh shouted from her own console, arms shaking as the shaking started to stop. "And I think what we're hearing is explosives!"

"Bernice!" Jango shouted.

"Already on it." Bernice groaned, "and there's an illegal radio signal transmitting through the comms."

"Opening transponder..." Gwendolyn groaned from where she fell on the floor. She reached up from her spot and pressed a button. The bridge's main screen then lit up, showing a video transmission.

On the screen is a tan-skinned woman with short, ginger hair. She's leering at the screen, with her arms crossed under her massive breasts.

"[Attention inhabitants of Valencia Station. My missiles are primed and ready. Give in to my ransom or I'll be targeting your reactor cores and will have no problem destroying all life on your station.]" "[Attention inhabitants of-]"

"Is this on loop?" Madison mumbled.

Gwendolyn, who had recovered and got back into her chair, gave a nod. "It looks like a pre-recorded message set to loop on this channel."

"Alright, who are we dealing with." Jango said, glancing over to his left. "Sherry, Tara?"

"Uh, I'll do a face scan for her and match it with any public records..." Sherry adjusted her shades and got to work.

"Ooh, wait, I think I've seen her before!" Tara interrupted. "Look up 'Bombshell Betty'! I think she's pretty famous in this side of the Horologium System."

Sherry glanced at Tara, but gave a nod to the honey-blonde before she began to punch into the public records maintained by Space Patrol. And sure enough, there was a match that was now appearing onto the bridge's main screen.

[Bombshell Betty

Real Name - Elizabeth Rhodes

Bounty - 50,000]

"50,000 coins for a small-timer?!" Madison gasped.

"A 'small timer' with missiles aimed at the Space Patrol station and docked ships..." Leigh mumbled.

"Hey, I said she was local, not that she was harmless." Tara shrugged.

"According to the records," Sherry interrupted, "she's wanted for various accounts of terrorism, theft, and - of course - piracy."

"Well then, who wants to make some quick cash before we take off for the Station Oak?" Jango asked.

"Might I suggest we try out the ARMS system, Captain?" Alicia offered.

"'ARMS'?" Jango's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Flip the Circle Switch on your chair's right armrest." Leigh instructed, looking just as giddy as her captain. Even more so as Jango flipped the bright red switch. And on cue, a console appeared in front of him, with a personal screen to view outside of the ship and a twin pair of joysticks.

Meanwhile, the black panels of the Nighthawk had flipped open and sprouting from the ship's sides were a pair of robotic arms, topped with white gloved hands. Jango watched with awe, looking between his screen and the bridge's main screen. He took hold of one of the joysticks. He moved it and the right hand began to move. He moved the left stick and the left hand moved.

"ARMS - Automatic Robotic Manipulation Systems." Leigh explained, "they're much more robust than the Nighthawk's original ARMS. Not only do they have much more muscle thanks to the crystalline wires we had gotten from the Orion System, but the circuits in the hands are super robust, mimicking the nerves of the human hand."

Tara giggled from her seat. "They twist, they flick, they curl! You can crush a meteor in their palms. Or, you can delicately pick something up. And everything in between."

"And let's not forget the best feature." Sherry continued before looking over her shoulder. "Alicia?"

"Locked and loaded." Alicia nodded as she pressed a button on her console. Ejecting from the deck of the ship and nimbly being caught by the robotic hang with Jango's quick reaction was a gun. It looked like a giant revolver, with two chambers on each side, and a smoky black & gray coat.

"Ooh, an 'ARM-ament'." Jango squealed with glee, manipulating the hand so it twirled the revolver in his hand. Most of the girls groaned at the pun, but Bernice was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh as Tara cackled.

"Yes, yes, we saw that one coming." Leigh rolled her eyes. "Meet the 'Heavy Eagle'."

"Uh, does it shoot...?" Madison asked.

"Only one way to find out." Jango smirked. "Ladies, I think it's time we put the 'irate' back in 'pirate'."

With a collection of firm nods, the girls braced themselves.

"Engines warm. We're clear for take off," Leigh said.

"I'm already engaged in Betty's firewalls," Sherry reported, "I'm gonna work on shutting her down."

Alicia then said, "all our other weapons are prepped. Ready to fire on your command!"

"Tara, let's go!" Jango reaffirmed his grip on the joysticks.

"Ladies & gentleman, we're blasting off!" Tara declared as the Nighthawk prepared to take off from its dock. All five engines ignited into a fiery eruption before they began to raise out of the station's domed sky to take on Bombshell Betty.

Gwendolyn gave a yawn, despite the excitement. "Shall I try to connect with Betty's transponder to request a surrender?"

"Don't bother." Jango said, watching as the enemy ship opened its ports. "I think it's safe to say I know what her answer will be."

"Then, shall I play one of your battle themes?"

"Track 7, if you please."

Gwendolyn turned on the radio and the bridge was filled with the sound of electric guitars and synth drums. Trumpets blared as they broke through the false atmosphere and into the inky void. With only the the shimmer of distant starlight to light up the their battle with Bombshell Betty.

"Missiles incoming!" Bernice shouted as they watched the enemy ship fire down missiles upon them like rain.

"Alicia, return fire with our own missiles." Jango then adjusted the ship's right hand. The Nighthawk aimed its revolver at the swarm of missiles as the latin chants began to drop through his music.

[Aut viam inveniam aut faciam!]

No sound echoed through space, but Jango could still hear the 'BANG BANG' of the giant gun in his own mind, in spite of the music blasting. He fired six bullets into the aether. They soared through the vacuum and punctured a few incoming rockets. Their explosions rang through space, prematurely going off and taking the rest of the swarm with them in a cascade of concussive blasts.

"Light 'em up, babe."

"Yes, sir! Take this - Shock Rockets!" Alicia then smashed her button and the Nighthawk responded in kind; firing its own missile barage at the space pirate's ship. They were met with a strong energy shield, exploding upon impact. "No damage!"

"But that still rattled her!" Jango smirked, reloading his massive revolver. The Nighthawk passed the enemy ship like a missile itself, cutting through the ebony void before Tara began to turn them back around.

"We're getting a transmission from an unknown transponder." Gwendolyn said. "Pretty sure its Betty."

"Patch it through." Jango chortled. "Alicia, stay frosty. Sherry, keep working her cyber defenses."

"Yes, sir!" Both girls said with a salute.

And then, appearing on screen was a redheaded woman with a pair of sharp, lime-green shades. She has a light tan and a light-blue top that was doing a poor job to contain her shapely breasts. And her eyes - if looks could kill, then Jango would be coughing blood.

"[You've got a lot of nerve.]" The woman is standing on her end of the transponder, showing her shapely hips and the full extent of her cape reaching down past her knees. She's wearing black latex boots & gloves, with a matching thong.

"Bombshell Betty, I presume?" Jango smirked, standing up from his chair and pushing his console aside.

"[Oh, so you know who you're messing with.]" She growled. "[Then allow me to make this clear you backwater merchant. Get out of my way and don't try to be a hero. And maybe I won't blow you to stardust.]"

"That's quite a threat since I blew your missiles out of the sky." Jango said, with a shake of his head. "Here's a better offer; surrender quietly and I'll let you fly away with your tail between your legs. As much as I'd like the bounty, the rep of chasing you off will do wonders for my marketing. And it'd be a shame to have to turn you into the cops for a handful of coins." He gave a cheeky wink, but the redhead was unfazed by Jango's poor attempts at flirtation.

"[Nobody has more bombs than 'Bombshell' Betty.]" Betty crossed her arms, her massive f-cups jiggling under her top. "[But fine, if you wanna be blown to bits, I'll be happy to oblige! Let's see how you like a 2nd Cluster Barrage!]"

There were a few clicking noises heard through the transponder, but nothing seemed to happen.

"[I said to fire another Cluster Barrage!]" Betty commanded, a latex-covered hand resting on her hip. But still, nothing; with the lack of action bringing Jango and a few girls to snicker. "[What the hell is wrong with you idiots?! I said fire!]"

"[We're trying, ma'am!]" One of her crewmen cried out, "[but my console is frozen!]"

"Correction," Sherry spoke up, "I've got your Weapon Systems locked up nice and tight." She adjusted her visor with a small smirk. "12-digit passwords are tough to crack, but you guys kept a pretty nasty backdoor. Pretty typical when you use Macrohard's operating system right out of the box."

Betty grit her teeth, hissing with displeasure. Her arms shook as she clutched her fists with fury. If not the for the thick, latex material, then her knuckles would no doubt be turning white hot.

"[Son of a bitch...]"

Jango grabbed the joystick and slightly adjusted it, pointing the Nighthawk's comically large revolver at Bombshell Betty's ship. "Well, you know what they say: you can't lose a firefight if your enemy can't shoot back." He twisted the stick, prompting the Nighthawk's hand to pull on the hammer of the gun.

"Now then, about that surrender..."

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"That's right, to your quarters."

Alicia pointed her rifle at another of Betty's crewmen. She had boarded the ship - The Crystal Skull - and had an energy rifle pointed into the back of one of Betty's crew. They weren't as organized as she or her harem sisters. They were just a mismatch of faces and races. Human-like, Cat-like, a walking rockman, a mushroom in a jar with a full-body prosthetic in a spacesuit - all strange in their own way. And she was escorting each one of them into their personal chambers so they can wait patiently and quietly for their eventual arrest by Space Patrol.

"This still feels kind of wrong..." Sherry said, working her fingers across the bridge's deck. She was downloading their files onto data disks as Bernice and Tara raided for anything and everything not bolted down. Dropped coins, weapons, any material that was still usable. "Isn't this stealing?"

"In space, what is and isn't considered stealing is more of a matter of vibes rather than any properly documented laws." Tara said with a shrug as she collected another raygun.

"Besides, Space Patrol would just impound this ship and strip it for parts and valuables anyway." Bernice said as she looked over the ring now resting on her finger. "We're just getting first picks at the good stuff. It's a finder's fee."

"It's extortion," Sherry said, pulling out the square-shaped disk from its port. "It feels like we're no better than pirates."

"Hmm..." Tara put her hand to her chin. "Try thinking of it like this, Sherry: we all know that none of this stolen booty will be returned. And since it's ill-gotten goods, it's less like we're stealing and more like we're collecting a bonus from our good deed of bringing these ne'er-do-wells to justice." She flashed a smile as she flung her arm over Sherry's shoulders. "Does that make you feel any better~?"

"Well, not really..."

Tara pouted at her fellow engineer.

SMACK!

"OW!" Sherry yelped, her palms quickly racing to cover her booty. Her ass bounced in the pink latex as a firm palm made the material ripple.

Bernice smirked at the new girl. "Try thinking of it like this instead." She took off the ring and stuffed it into her afro as though it was a pocket, "our Captain approves of looting our enemies. So going against this goes against our Captain. Which is a spankable offense." She pressed her hands to her hips and leaned forward, flashing a toothy grin. "Savvy?"

"S-savvy..." Sherry mumbled nervously.

Tara let out a short giggle; Bernice was hardly someone she considered 'scary'. But the way she could shift into something more intimidating was quite a marvel.

She was also grateful such a harsh face wasn't being pointed at her.

"Okay, Alicia~ We've got all the data from their decks. We'll move onto their weapons cache and get what we can."

"Good, good." Alicia nodded. "Xia is already down there. I'll go help Madison with clearing out their larder."

"This would be so much easier if we had more hands..." Bernice mumbled. "Jango needs to think about hiring some laborers to carry these heavy loads."

"Speaking of our Captain, where is he?" Sherry asked.

"Oh, you know." Alicia said plainly. Instantly, the other three girls knew and each of them shared a knowing smirk among themselves, each very aware of just what Jango was most likely doing.

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"You're despicable..."

She stood there, in her own quarters, with a glare on her face. Bombshell Betty was stripped of her weapons, cape, and the bulging armor she wore on her shoulders. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back and she was left there, standing in front of Jango, who was now sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Eh, I've been called worse." Jango said, lounging almost like he was on a throne. A wide grin rested on his face as he looked up and down the tanned redhead. "But let's cut to the chase, Betty. We both know what's going to happen, so how about you come quietly and get it over with. We only have a short hour or so before Space Patrol answers my transponder and organizes a working ship."

"As if I'd make this easy for you." Betty hissed as she leered at the man in man. "I swear, you're going to pay for this indignity."

Jango gave a playful roll of his eyes before reaching over and snatching Betty by her hip. He had heard those threats a number of times. Betty wasn't the first Space Pirate to swear vengeance or promise to pay back the defeat or indignity Jango handed to him. And it surely wouldn't be the last.

In fact, Jango was betting on it.

But for now, Jango just quietly reeled Betty in before forcefully bending her across his lap. Her plump bottom bounced when Betty's face hit the soft sheets of her queen-sized bed.

"You know, this thong does a pretty bad job containing all this ass." Jango mused as he patted her bottom with his gloved palm. "And you really walked around your ship in just this with an all men crew?"

"Says the man walking around in full-body latex."

Jango rolled his eyes and adjusted his glove. A small, sharp 'SNAP' echoed through the room. "Not even remotely the same." He then firmly grabbed at her back and pinned her down before he lifted up his hand. "But I'm not here to discuss what makes for proper spacer attire."

SMACK!

Betty was a tough woman; she endured the smack across her bare ass. The tough leather practically burned a handprint into her ass. But she didn't wince or give a noticeable cry. This wasn't her first spanking, and once arrested, it surely wouldn't be her last.

But that didn't stop Jango from firmly landing swats across her bottom. His palm bounced from one cheek to the next in a steady rhythm.

Left, right, left, right.

He was undeterred by Betty's kicking, or by the intense glare she was giving him. Her glasses shifted, showing the sharp, navy eyes and pink cheeks the green frames hid.

"As I was saying," Jango said as his palm continued to pop against flesh. "You walk around a ship of mostly men, with this fat ass hanging out and only barely contained within a thong." The leather of his gloves sent a flat flash of heat with each slap of his palm. And each smack made her flesh ripple like it was made of jelly. "I'm surprised your bottom was so unblemished. With an ass this nice, I'm surprised nobody's ever tried copping a feel or giving their captain a few pinches."

"My crew knows better..." Betty growled, bucking her hips. Jango was sure she was actively trying to kick at his face, but the pirate had no real leverage from her position. Nor could she properly aim her body. "And they know the consequences..."

"Hmm, what a taskmaster." Jango chuckled, throwing his arm back a bit further. Taking advantage of his own position and leverage, he was able to give more strength into the swats. A much louder, thunderous clap echoed through the air.

CRACK!

Betty hissed, a hot pain continuing to run up her back. Her kicking stopped, but only a moment. As if the fire in her bottom made her head spin. She kept trying to fight, but the spanking was practically sapping the strength and fight from the pirate.

"I'm surprised you can train your crew so well." Jango admitted as he continued to land swift swats with his palm. "I mean, it feels like my girls need a spanking every handful of hours or so or they start getting naughty~" Jango chuckled. He watched Betty resume her fighting as she started to adapt to the heavier, paddle-like swats. But she had much less vigor now; the intense heat in her cheeks made Betty's eyes sting with frustrated tears.

Jango could tell she was a fighter. And in a way? That was admirable. A woman who could take a spanking was something Jango appreciated.

But really, it was because he enjoyed being the one who broke them.

CRACK!

"Fuck..." Betty hissed under her breath as her body trembled. Hot shivers ran up her hips. Her kicking grew more frantic - desperate. Before, she fought Jango's spanking for the sake of her pride - for the sake of trying to preserve some semblance of modesty. Because how could an aspiring pirate just lie down and take a spanking like a little girl? But now, she was just lashing out - just trying to get away from the madman who's gloves turned his hands into paddles.

"Hopefully you'll think next time before you start raining down bombs onto people," Jango scolded, smirking as his palm evenly painted a red splash across her olive skin.

"Go to hell..." Betty hissed, huffing and puffing desperately as she tried to fight back her tears from falling. Her cheeks were throbbing and glowing a bright shade of red.

"Hmm, that attitude isn't going to save you~" His palm reached down, but not to Betty's bottom. Instead, he reached for one of the capsules that were resting on his belt. He plucked one off and squeezed it in his hand.

It 'POPPED' and his clenched hand was now holding a small paddle. Wooden, square, firm.

Betty's breath hitched as she saw the paddle in his hand. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

Jango smirked back at the pirate. "I think we're well beyond such comments." He pulled it back, almost like cocking a shotgun.

BANG!

His arm came down at a fast speed, practically smashing the paddle across Betty's doughy cheeks. Her bottom flattened under the paddle, bringing a loud shriek to erupt from Betty's throat and echo through the room. Surely the rest of the crew could potentially hear their captain cry out. Hot tears sprang out and slid down her cheeks.

CRACK! CRACK!

The wooden paddle was much more effective than Jango's hand - despite the strength he could put into his palm, the paddle was a much sturdier implement. And Jango could swing it surprisingly fast, drumming Betty's pillow-y bottom with his eager hand.

And each time the paddle swatted her bottom, an echo would ring out. It was almost like gunshots firing into the night as Jango worked to color the pirate's cheeks from their already warm, red coloring into a harsher crimson.

"Stop! St-stop it!" Betty shouted, sniveling as her tears fell down her face. "Th-that's enough!"

"That's not for you to decide~" Jango sang the words as he continued to paddle the space pirate. He was almost mesmerized as he watched her bottom jiggle and bounce under the high-speed paddling. A devious chuckle escaped Jango's throat "Naughty girls who shoot missiles at my ship and cause property damage should be spanked. You could've killed someone, you know~"

Betty tried to respond, but Jango didn't wait for one. The paddle began to land harsh swats onto the pirate's sit spots. Those tender under curves were unprotected by Betty's thong. And each swat brought Betty to scream louder and thrash harder. But Jango was much stronger and effortlessly held her down as he paddled her.

Their banter melted away into a chorus of screams and swats. Almost like a metal concert, with Betty being both Jango's drum set and scream-o singer. All while the pirate's golden bubble butt was burning into a scarlet color. The paddle bounced from the sit spots to proper cheeks and sit spots back again.

"Please! St-stop!" Betty howled, her tough, pirate girl facade burned away and revealing the pathetic little girl she was deep down.

Ring-ring-ring!

The sudden sound brought the spanking to an end. Jango looked at the back of his gloved hand and then pressed it with his other finger. The leather material of Jango's hand then gave way to a small screen. And looking into his eyes were the lazy, droopy ones of Gwendolyn's.

"[Captain, Space Patrol has responded.]" She said with a yawn. She looked half-awake, but she continued. "[You have about 15 minutes before their cruiser is ready to tow Betty's ship away.]"

"Aw, and I was just getting into the groove of things." Jango chortled. "Thanks for the heads up, babe. Inform the rest of the girls."

"[Already done, sir.]" Gwendolyn yawned, "[and Space Patrol already sent us the Coin for the bounty.]"

Jango nodded approvingly as he pressed his glove as if pressing a button. The screen then 'closed' up and his glove returned to just being a glove.

"Well, Betty, as much fun as I've been having, we have to stop things here." Jango pressed his paddle against his belt as it turned back into a capsule. "Space Patrol hates it when you plunder a ship before turning the pirate and crew in for the bounty." He then plucked up Betty off of his lap and stood her up onto her trembling feet. Her eyes were now red and her face was wet with tears. She really was stripped of her dominating persona and was reduced to a sobbing mess. Complete with a dark red bottom.

"Not illegal. But I try to keep good relations with the coppers. You never know when you'll need a favor." Instead of letting Betty respond or try to say something that could save her, Jango just pushed Betty down onto her bed. She landed on her well-spanked bottom and suddenly, Betty's eyes grew wide from the pressure. Even if her bed was cushioned and soft, the contact of spanked cheeks onto her bottom brought a painful howl.

"YOW!" Betty howled, hopping off of her bed as Jango began to leave her chambers. "W-wait! You can't just leave me like this!"

"Sure I can~" Jango assured, laughing softly. "Don't worry. Once they reveal where you're being held, I might consider coming to visit." He cackled into the artificial air before he left Betty standing there in her room. With a soft click of the door, the sound of Jango's revelry died into silence. And Betty was left standing there. Bottom spanked, face wet, and arms restrained behind her back.

And her cape across the room, leaving her with nothing to cover her shame.

Jango: Get ready to guard...

Jango's suit is loaded with gadgets. But his go-to tactic is to knock his fists together and transform his gloves into the Power Gloves.

The Power Gloves not only help Jango hit harder, but they're also loaded up with a few more gadgets. Missiles, laser weapons in the finger tips, grappling hooks, and so on. They were built by Leigh, but Tara and Sherry now help with maintaining them.

Bubblegum Gentleman is a pretty obscure villain from DC's silver era that I don't think enough people talk about. Especially not his sexy daughter that DC reintroduced in 2021 - Bubblegum Lady. Which is a real shame because I think she's a very novel villain - thematic in a way that-

Yeah, no, lol. XD

Yeah, neither of the characters I mentioned are DC. Bubblegum Gentlemen is just a silly meme character that was meant to poke fun at how superhero comic powers work vs anime powers. But I liked him - and his genderbent counterpart that was designed for a joke.

Kind of a shame we don't see a lot of Tamaraneans.

Like, I get why we don't. But it still sucks.

Bernice gave a sharp yelp as his palm landed across her latex-clad ass. Her ass rippled, despite the tight restraints of her suit.

"All I did was tease her a little." Benrice pouted. "Isn't this a little bit much."

"No. Too much would be using a paddle or cane." Jango smirked, landing a swift, sharp smack across her ass. "This is just a light warning."

"Warning?"

"Yes."

SMACK!

"A warning." Jango smirked as he watched Bernice's head snap back and her cheeks turn pink. "Because next time, I'll bare this bottom and give a real spanking."

Mystery Girl: Heh. I get why you wanted me bottomless. But why'd you let me keep my boots on?

Jango: Honestly? I think it's hot. Shishishi~

Don't worry, they're fine. Really. =)

Yeah, it's time for vent art, lol. Don't worry, I don't got a LONG rant. I'm just kinda down that where I am in life is just not where I want to be. Living every day, half-dead in every way that matters. Feels like I'm just dragging my feet and waiting until I go sometimes.

And here's Henry and Jango, kinda representing the two sides of my psyche right now. The bitter, angry part of me that I try not to present to anyone but keep quiet. And my apathetic, smiley persona I put on to keep people calm. Because if there's one thing I've learned about people, is that showing your pain puts them off.

Goth Girl Summer will never truly end.

New Sonic OC drop - this time, a villainess~

Queen The Cobra, I think, is the big bad of Howl's personal story. Perhaps she was a member of the same magical order Howl was in and was the one to betray the order for power, leaving Howl on her path of vengeance.

Before Ryoko came to Earth, she had a few adventurous flings with the infamous Cobra~

Hey, remember when I said I'd HAVE to watch Tenchi Muyo? Yeah, that was four years ago. But finally, I got around to watching the OG anime - yeah, there's spin-offs and OVAs, but I'll tackle those another day.

"And you two stand there until you think about what you've done to my poor Medicham!"