Moodere (Patreon)

"You Neon Rangers are no match for me, the great and powerful Mistress Blacklight! Not with the power of my Nightmare Crystal!"

"That's what you think, Blacklight!"

"Of course it's what I think! I just said it! Now shut up and get MONSTER'D!"

"Hehe... she said turd..."

"Neon Orange! Not now!"

The crystal shattered and the monster was formed in a burst of dark energy. She wasn’t as tall as the word “monster” implied, but a good six feet fall and more than a little chubby. That suggested she was at least super strong or something, Mistress Blacklight figured. Short horns grew from her head, slightly curved little things that poked about three inches or so past her pink curly hair. Muscles bulged under the evenly tanned, thick arms, and her breasts were like two bouncy bags of potatoes under her cow-patterned top. Stocky and built legs poked out of her studded leather skirt ending in semi-circle hooves, making her look the part of a cute beast of burden. Studded leather bands lined her wrists, as if to assure you that yes she was evil.

"Now, my minion! Make them-!"

And then, in a flash, Mistress Blacklight was a smoking crater.

"Whew! I told you guys that would work," Neon Red noted proudly.

"Let's face it. Why bother waiting until the end for the finishing move?" added Green.

"Wait, I wasn't told about this!" Blue objected.

"It was a group vote, and you were on the john."

"But I was so going to hit that! We had a 'we're not so different' thing going on."

"Justin, you creep! She was an alien!"

"Tell that to those titties! You don't walk around wearing a spiked bikini like that and not want the Earth D."

"Well she's super dead, bro. Let it go. Let's wrap this up and..."

"Um... hello?" Moodere waved slightly at them with a broad hand. "What am I supposed to be doing here?"

The rangers paused and looked back at her through featureless visors. "You... don't want to fight still, do you?"

"Not really. Should I?" The cowgirl shrugged.

"Not really," Neon Black said, awkwardly shuffling her boots on the pavement of the alleyway.

"Not really," Neon Black said, awkwardly shuffling her boots on the pavement of the alleyway. The helmet hid any of their expressions, but the air filled with awkward silence and loud puffs of air to fill that silence. "You uh... got a place to stay?" Black offered.

Moodere shrugged. "Not really. I've kind of been alive for about thirty second now. I... have an evil base location implanted in my mind though. Not that it's much good now."

"I mean... why not?" offered Green. "We can make sure it doesn't do anymore evil, and you can live in there."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Orange cut in. He pulled his teammates back into a huddle. "We're letting the bad guy go and letting her live in an evil base? Dude!"

"Does she LOOK evil?!" Red demanded, waving her hands at the cow monster. She walked awkwardly over to a dumpster, giving it a careful nudge. It flew like a missile to the other end of the alley and crumbled like a tin can against the wall, knocking a number of bricks loose with her ridiculous strength.

"Guys!? Guys, I think I'm strong!" she called back to the huddled rangers.

"I still say we blow her up," Orange grumbled, but he seemed non-committal.

"Don't be a dick, Heath!" Black objected.

"Yea, I already blew up one set of tits today. I can't live through two!"

"JUSTIN!!!" the rest of them snapped.

"But he's right... not about the ah, boobs... but look at her. She's new to the world, and she needs some guidance right now. She's obviously an evil minion that needs leadership. Who better to lead her than the Neon Rangers?"

Red sighed and tried to rub her face as best he could under the visor. "Okay. It's not that late. We go to to the base, Green picks out anything dangerous, and we figure if we can leave her there. But she needs supervision."

"Not it!" came from the rest all at once.

"Guys! Come on. I can't because I live on campus. People will ask questions."

"I still live with my parents," Orange/Heath admitted. "So I'm out. They won't even let me get a dog let alone a roommate."

"Really? I thought you were like, 30 under there."

"I don't wanna talk about it. Point is, I'm out of the running."

"I'll take her," Blue offered, but he could see the others glaring through their helmets. "Like... if I have to?"

"I can have her over. My roommate knows about the rangers and the weird stuff ever since she got kidnapped by that lava monster guy. The apartment's just kind of small, so I don't have a bedroom for her."

"And she's a kind of girl who'll take up a lot of space... what about you, Black?"

"What about me?"

"Aren't they taking down your apartment building next week?"

"Yea. So? I'm still looking, so I'm out."

"Sooo... how would you like a no-rent, secret base to live out of?"

"What? Oh fuck no! Fuuuuuck that."

And so it was settled. Neon Green (aka Amanda, aka Manny) gathered was info she could from the computers before they smashed up the ray guns, evil crystals, and command consoles. Tina (aka Neon Black) spent the night with Moodere while Manny went to work on the teleporter they'd salvaged. She'd have it able to warp between the base and her apartment so it would be easier to run groceries and get to work and things like that.

"Thanks for all the help," Moodere said, smiling brightly if awkwardly. She didn't seem to have any clothes beyond her cow-print bikini top and skirt, though the Rangers had never seen any monster around for more than a day or two. Why would they need them?

"Yea, it's nothing. You did most of the heavy lifting." Tina tossed the sleeping bags onto the floor and gestured vaguely at them. "Just take whichever one you want," she said while she tapped the button on her helmet. The spandex suit vanished, leaving just the lean girl with a skinny build and some straight black hair down too her hips. She wore old jeans and a Hot Topic shirt of a cartoon bear shaking its booty.

"Oh! You're a human!" Moodere looked surprised at the fairly normal girl. Tina rolled her eyes a she went to her gym bag for the change of pajamas she'd packed for the night.

"Yea. What did you think?"

"I dunno. I just... the Rangers are the enemy. You punch them and fight them, and then they blow up or you do."

Tina snorted. "Wait, Mistress Blacklight thought we blew up?"

"Um... yes?"

"We don't blow up. We're people. We just get knocked out or die if we don't teleport out of there. You do have a lot to learn."

Moodere pouted as she sat her wide hips on the sleeping bag. That alone was enough to make her huge breasts bounce around. "I know lots of stuff. Like combat tactics, logical targets on the body, high-priority buildings in the area, rank of human and Darkian military... uh...." Her pout turned to just a frown, her broad shoulders slumping and making her breasts droop lower. "I really do have a lot to learn, huh?"

"Uh... yea. Sorry," Tina muttered. She just turned away to change, since the monster didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. She got into a pair of shorts and an old tee, admittedly not that different from what she'd been wearing. "Look, you'll get over it. This city's full of weirdos. Why else would they need heroes like us around?"

"Like us?" Moodere asked curiously. Tina was about to explain the Neon Rangers, intergalactic young-adults who fended aliens and monsters away from Sparkle City, but the cowgirl's eyes were wide and shimmering. "You mean I can be a hero!?"

"Yyyyyea. Why not? Just like, do good stuff, obey the laws." Moodere blinked at Tina blankly. It was that dumb look of a bovine and a giant goon of a monster that by now Tina knew meant she had no clue what she was talking about. "Good is like, help people. Do what they ask if they're not rude about it. Laws are like, a lot of them, but basically don't steal or hurt people or break things."

"Did I hurt a law with that dumpster?" Moodere asked with a wince.

"Not... really. It happens. We gotta blow some stuff up to stop evil guys. We'll try to get you used to your strength, but nobody really cares about dumpsters. They crush em up anyway eventually. Moodere nodded as she seemed to accept that. "So, you ready for bed?"

"What's that?"

"When you sleep."

"Oh. Right. I thought beds were just for throwing at people."

"Nnnnope. We'll try to get you one tomorrow, if they make them big enough. They can be pretty comfy to sleep in. These are just for tonight."

"Oh, I don't really sleep..."

"Seriously, Moo?"

"Yea. But I am programmed to be able to enter a low-energy, low-movement state of stasis for regeneration over a period of hours."

"Yea. Let's try that," Tina sighed. She slid into the sleeping bag, stretching out on that and her pillow among the sealed metal fortress built into a secret door in the nearby mountain. There was a bit of shuffling before Tina opened one eye to look at Moodere. She was shifting around and finding it impossible to fit her build inside of it without her huge tits being caught on the edge.

"I uh... I can't fit," she reported meekly. "Do you have anything bigger?"

Tina sighed and got back out of her bag. With some unzipping and quick thinking, she folded them out into two large blankets. She tossed one on the floor and laid the other unfurled sleeping bag on top of them both. "There. Better?"

"Much better. Thank you, Tina!" Moodere leaned over and gave Tina a quick smooch on the lips, leaving her stunned and staring into space. Moodere blinked at her in confusion, a good five seconds passing before Tina suddenly inhaled.

"The fuck was that!?" she blurted.

"What? It's just a kiss. Isn't that what you do when you're happy and grateful?"

"My brain just went... like PST!" She gave a small explosive gesture in the air. Like I could barely see what I was doing. I just got stuck there. Did she program you with like, poison kisses or something?"

"Well, no... just like, empathic ones. Sharing my feelings and stuff."

"Oh my god, and you're a ditz with no memory," Tina groaned as she rubbed her forehead. "Look, thank you, but can you be careful when you do that? If I was driving, we'd have crashed because I wouldn't have remembered how steering wheels do. Just... leave it at hugs? Real, real gentle hugs?"

Moodere nodded as Tina rolled over. It had felt like she was a blank slate, barely able to even recognize what she was looking at (even if Moodere took up a lot of that with her giant boobs and horns). It was hard to not feel sorry for the big girl, even if it meant she was stuck babysitting her. The bovinian girl hugged Tina from behind, and while it got a grunt out of the Black ranger, it was far from bone-crushing. She sighed and patted her hand. "G'night, Moo."

"Good night, Tina." The ditzy cowgirl giggled in her bubbly voice. "This will be my first night. I hope they're as good as I've heard."

Tina woke up somewhere in the range of 2 am. It was hard to tell because there weren't any working clocks in an evil lair, and Moodere being slumped across her didn't help. She had laid into Tina like the big spoon, strong arms around Tina's chest and one of her giant breasts slung over her shoulder. The low, deep snoring hadn't woken Tina, but the huge lump of flesh pushed into Tina's face did. She had to rotate herself just to breathe around the sweaty udder.

"Ugh! Moo! Moodere, wake up!" she hissed, but the cowgirl just mumbled some nonsense and squeezed her like a teddy bear. Lucky for them, teddies didn't need to breathe. Tina did. "G-get off," she grunted, pushing at the arms. They didn't budge, of course, given her monstrous strength. Tina tried to lift her breasts off of her to at least have a clear way to breathe, but they proved even heavier than they looked. They were probably meant to hit the Neon Rangers like wrecking balls or crush their helmets under their weight.

"Well... this is great. My adventure in monster-sitting gets me buried in giant boobs until tomorrow. Justin would be crying with joy if he had been in her position.

"Okay. Come on. You're a ranger. You've been in worse. Just like when you were swallowed by that weird snake vore monster. You just have to..." She sighed as she remembered Manny's radio message at the time. "Stimulate it." She hated how clinical that girl could sound. She grunted as she shifted as best she could. She had to lift up Moodere's giant breast and roll over to free both hands from her cuddling hug. The girl did dress sort of slutty, and she had those big jiggling breasts. They'd practically built her for a hentai, so this should work... assuming she didn't crush her when she reacted to her touch.

Tina started off carefully, but Moodere didn't seem to response. She moved her butt out of the way so she could reach her hand underneath her barbarian-looking skirt. There between her chubby thighs she found the soft mound, sticking to her tiny panties like her pussy was trying to escape. Tina took a deep breath, trying to focus on where to best stimulate the curvy cowgirl.

It was starting to work! Moodere's breathing got a bit softer, slipping the occasional soft moo in Tina's ear. Moodere even started to wiggle in her sleep, rocking back and forth as her heavy breast rubbed over Tina's arm. It was progress, but she wasn't free as Moodere kept holding on. The most she noticed was that in all her rocking, Moo's breast had bounced out of her top. Her nipples were hard and erect, but cutely small for such a huge rack. Tina inhaled sharply before deciding she had to speed this up somehow. She put her mouth around the tip of her teat and a much louder moan came from the confining cowgirl.

"Moo myoo," she mewled, responding unconsciously as Tina felt her hips grind against her fingers. Sure, she was being sleep-humped by the monster, but it was getting her grip to loosen up. Tina tipped her hand a bit upward and a bit deeper, having fooled around with some girls before and knowing her way around the female body. Sure, her arm was working backward, but it still reached the same spot eventually. Sure enough, Moodere had a thick, wet clitoris waiting for her. She let out a submissive whine as it was rubbed. Tina slowed her fingering, finding that a few seconds later Moo started to hump it anyway. It was kind of cute, like a dog kicking in its sleep, but it was just what she needed.

Moodere finally thrust hard into Tina's back and arm, bouncing back off when her squishy breasts and belly rebounded from the slim ranger. Tina gasped and sat upright, shaking her head and wiping her wet hand off on the sheets. "Okay, Moo. You cuddle like a champ, but a girl needs to breathe!" The cowgirl was still out like a light, but she started to whimper. She pouted, apparently still asleep/in a power-efficient coma but her hips thrusting needily. Her skirt was still up, her panties soaking wet and her loose nipples still poking at the air and looking painfully needy for attention. Her breasts jiggled like big tan ocean waves, making the nipples dance like waving hands crying for help among the fleshy waves.

"Jeez... okay, I got you this bad to begin with," Tina sighed. She moved to her knees to face Moodere and gently held down her arm to make way for hersef. "Just this once though..." With that, she put her mouth onto one of her nipples and started to suck tenderly. Her other hands assigned themselves to the sleeping monster's other breast and pussy, groping and pumping her respectively. Moodere started to gasp and hump faster, but Tina moved her hand quickly to work her up even faster still. The cow monster's mouth hung open witlessly as she drooled, eyelids shifting like she was dreaming but never waking up. She seemed like she could sleep through an earthquake like this, which felt pretty fitting when she finally came. Her huge, curvy body jiggled and flexed as she let out a passionate cry, squirting a small flood over Tina's fingers. The cum was thick and stickier than any Tina could recall, needing to wipe her hand for a few minutes on their blanket before she seemed to find that most of it was cemented on.

"What the fuck were you going to do with this kind of fucked up power, Blacklight? The fuck was wrong with you?" Tina grumbled. But Moodere looked utterly content. She looked like a beast who had been fed and was retired for the day, dumb and satisfied. She muttered a little something like "Thangu," as she curled up in the other direction, aiming her wide butt in the cow-print thong at Tina. Neon Black sighed and rubbed her face. She realized too late it was her "dirty" hand, but it smelled... sweet. Tempting. She took a lick and felt that same sensation as before, but duller. Better. Hornier. It wasn't clear if the monster's cum had some other affect on people or if it was another empathic link that shared her libido, but Tina had to slide out of bed and masturbate as she watched the sleepy, cum-stained cowgirl before she could sleep.

Moodere seemed a bit more perky and happy the next day, but no recollection of the night’s events. If she noticed the wet spots on the sleeping bags, she didn’t mention it. She just wanted to get some breakfast. Tina spent the day updating the other rangers while talking Moo shopping. She ate the biggest thing they could get at Pancake Hut, and while she finished the plate she seemed to mostly just enjoy her first flavors more than really HAVE to eat. They did get her a bed and a load of groceries, but clothes were more difficult. Vivian (aka Neon Red) came by to help, but even the college cheerleader had trouble finding anything to really fit her. Stretch pants and tops seemed their best bet, but they made her look a bit trashy. “Better than a cow-print bikini,” Tina admitted.

“What’s wrong with the bikini?” Moodere asked.

“It gives a certain message,” Vivian warned carefully.

“What message?”

“Like ‘rip this off and milk my big ol’ boobers.”

“Ah. Yea, don’t do that. Not all the time.”

“That sort of reminds me, though,” Tina brought up. “Remember how I’m unemployed?”

“Yea.”

“And how we just put a crapload on our team credit card just now?”

“Uh huh… yea. Well, she can get a job, right? We can’t leave her in the base all day.”

“I can get a job!” Moodere cheered, jumping up in the air. She jiggled in her new tight shorts and too-tight t-shirt.

“Yea, no. We went over this already,” Tina replied. “Tell them what you told me, Moo."

"Oh! My special skills are conquering, harassing teenagers, destroying the weak..."

"See? Who's gonna want someone like that around?" 

“Apparently Justin would,” Vivian snorted.

Tina started to answer, but cut herself off. "Nevermind. I think I know where.”

“You what?”

“Isn’t that strip club by the mall always asking for exotic dancers?”

“I can dance!” Moodere offered helpfully. Tina looked at her sternly but she nodded. “I can. I was programmed with them. Part of my maneuverability in combat training.” Tina looked back at Vivian and shrugged.

“She’d probably make more than we do.”

“You mean a literal cash cow?”

“I do wanna help,” Moodere insisted. “I do feel… weird not doing something. I’m here for a purpose after all.”

“You sure are,” Tina nodded. “Let’s see how much money we can make off that moneymaker,” she said, giving a quick slap to Moodere’s jiggly ass. The cowgirl monster just giggled and followed her lead.