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Cantersluts: Queen Gindorah

By LineOfFlowers
Created: 4th March 2021 07:51:31 PM
Modified: 1st April 2021 12:29:42 PM

  1. >Muahahahahahaa!
  2. >I tower over the little insects as they scurry through the streets.
  3. >Their streets before, but now MY streets!
  4. >My whole world!
  5. >I lunge forward, raising my leg behind me like a punter going for a 100 yard field goal, and bring it forward with all the wrath of Andrew Blaze in a Weiss market!
  6. >SWWwwooooosshhhh-BANG!
  7. >My foot sends a fully-loaded semi-tanker flying through the air, and the gust of wind from my kicking leg blows in doors and windows, worse than the very worst an F5 tornado can give!
  8. >The truck crashes into the ground, crushing a dozen planarians under it's steely mass, before rupturing, and igniting in a great smoky fireball as big as some of the nearby buildings.
  9. >I laugh again at the sight of the little maggots scrambling around, flames leaping from their burning clothing, and melting flesh.  
  10. >In their terrible pain, and blind panic, they latch on to their fellow grubworms, setting them alight, too!
  11. >”YAAASSSSSS! SSSLLLAAAYYY QQUUEEEENNNNNN!!!11!!!” I say, striding forward again;
  12. >Stomp!...
  13. >Stomp!...
  14. >my footsteps making the very earth itself shake, as I stride over the vermin below.
  15. >Some flee into the cement edifices of nearby skyscrapers, foolishly thinking such children's toys could provide any protection from ME.
  16. >I laugh at their stupidity, and raise my arm for a mighty blow!
  17. >The sound of rending metal, and disintegrating concrete tears through the city's canyon-like streets, as the building's facade falls, cleaved away beneath my onslaught.
  18. >The screaming red click beetles within serenade me with their terror,
  19. >so to make their song even sweeter, I reach in my colossal arm to sweep them out by the scores.
  20. >Desks, chairs, filing cabinets, and mewling caterpillars emerge, only to plummet to their deaths many stories below.
  21. >The business-casual smears on the pavement bring a glint to my eyes, and haughty laugh to my throat!
  22. >The business casual not-yet-smears gaping at me in unadulterated fear from the crumbling floors, huddle in fervent, futile hope that my wrath may be sated, or that I may not notice them.
  23. >They are wrong, but their pathetic prostration may buy their lives, nonetheless as I turn my attentions back to the streets, so that I might bask in their silent awe, and howls of fear at my further rampage.
  24. >My gargantuan roar of triumph echoes over the city, shattering windows, and eardrums alike.
  25. >Such is the fate of those who would defy QUEEN GINDORAH!
  26. >The edifice of another nearby building explodes into fragments of supersonic masonry,
  27. >but not by my hand!
  28. >The ridiculous little slugs are actually trying to fight back!
  29. >Little lines of toy tanks rush forth, their tiny “cannons” flaring and spitting like impotent dicks!
  30. >Destructive to the very buildings and  drones they're trying to protect,
  31. >utterly useless against ME!
  32. >”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TOUGH, LITTLE ANTS?
  33. >”DO YOU THINK YOU'RE STRONG?
  34. >”AHAHAHAHAHA!”
  35. >I spread my legs, and hold my fists at my sides like a Karateka's horse stance, breathing in, deeply. >Preparing to wipe the aphids from existence with my golden plasma-arc!
  36. >”DIE SCREAMING, CRICKETS!”
  37. >The words of doom bellow forth with all my might, as my beam is about to fly...
  38. “JUNIPER!
  39. >As my beam is about to fly...
  40. “Juniper, where are you hiding now?”
  41. >Fuck.
  42. >Quickly I put my broom to the dirty floor, and pretend that I've been sweeping popcorn into my dustpan the whole time.
  43. >That mother fucker has the worst timing.
  44. “JUNIPER!”
  45. >FUCK!
  46. >”I'm in here, boss, sweeping. Like I've been doing since I took the trash out.”
  47. “I told you to come find me when you were done, not hide in the theaters like a recluse.”
  48. >”I'm working, what does it matter?”
  49. “It matters because I have other tasks that take priority over this. You'll never become a productive member of society if you can't learn to work hard and prioritize!”
  50. >Ok, boomer.
  51. >”Uggghhhhhhh.”
  52. “Whatever, I don't have time for your attitude right now. They need help up at concessions, so get moving.”
  53. >What a fucking boomer.
  54.  
  55.  
  56. >”One pair-set.”
  57. >Be me
  58. >The most astoundingly talented actress across all the land.
  59. >Beep-Beep-Beep goes the register as my fingers press its keys.
  60. >My uncle is a big time director
  61. >And I'm hot.
  62. >”Did you want butter, and salt, or caramel flavor?”
  63. >So hot.
  64. >You'd think I'd be a shoe-in for some big role.
  65. “Ummmmmm....”
  66. >I'd even deign to perform a minor one, just to get my foot in the door.
  67. >Instead I'm working at the fucking movie theater in the fucking mall,
  68. >waiting on simps and karens to make up their fucking minds about whatever fat-pills they want to stuff their faces with at that particular moment.
  69. “H-honey, ww-what do you waaant?”
  70. >”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
  71. >They both look up at me
  72. >”Oh, I said that out loud. Sorrryyyy.”
  73. >Roll my eyes.
  74. >They still just stare at me.
  75. >The skinny little guy looks like he's about to wet himself.
  76. >The fat cunt with spikey hair glares at me out of her fat fucking frog face.
  77. >FFS.
  78. >”Let me guess,” I begin. “You -” I point to the so-called man “- want a soy latte and some unflavored popcorn, because salt is just waaayyy too spicy, and we don't have any avocado butter, but it doesn't matter what you want because you -” I level my finger at Queen Jool “-are going to suck it all down your gaping Sarlac-pit, anyway!”
  79. “W-wwwrr, bbr-brbrbrrr...”
  80. >she begins to sputter and blubber in rage.
  81. >Heh. Score.
  82. >Soiboi looks like he's about to cry, and hambeast might just have a heart attack!
  83. “MRBELRLERLFMWRRLLLET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”
  84.  
  85.  
  86. >So, yeah, that probably wasn't the best idea,
  87. >but it sure felt good.
  88. >The manager was pissed, and said the only reason he didn't fire me was because of my uncle.
  89. >Instead, he gave me a broom and a dustpan and told me to go clean by the emergency exits.
  90. >Fine, whatever.
  91. >It gets me away from the counter, and it's not like I'm gonna do much cleaning, anyway.
  92. >Fuck all that peasant shit.
  93. >Down the hall I go, and I can feel that jerkoff's eyes on me all the way.
  94. >You just know he's looking at my ass.
  95. >Take a picture old man, it'll last longer.
  96. >It'll even be worth something one day when I'm finally famous.
  97. >At last I make it to the end, and swing around the corner.
  98. >Ahh, some privacy!
  99. >A little further, and I'm at the fire exit.
  100. >It's a big steel door with a panic bar that only opens one-way, as if there's any other kind.
  101. >I look left, and right, making sure nobody can see me, and push the door open.
  102. >Stepping halfway through, I let it sort of close on me, holding it open with my body.
  103. >I look around again, and the coast is clear, out here, too.
  104. >That's not surprising, it is pretty cold this time of year.
  105. >Bare branches reach up into the gray sky fitting my morbid mood perfectly.
  106. >Out comes my flask, and with a few swigs of delicious, piney goodness, the world looks a little more fair.
  107. >But you know what? Fuck standing.
  108. >Reaching inside for my handy-dandy dustpan to prop the door open,
  109. >I step out into the brisk air, and set the door just so, before sitting on the nearby electrical transformer protruding from the ground.
  110. >It's green, and hums, and is pleasantly warm through my clothes.
  111. >Mmmm, my eyes close as my mind drifts off.
  112. >That slight vibration, too.
  113. “Juniper?”
  114. >”What!” I shout with a start.
  115. “Juniper, it is you.”
  116. >It's Sunset. And she brought those girls I put in the mirror. Great.
  117. >Suddenly I want another swig of gin more than anything, but you just know these bitches would rat me out.
  118. “Hey Juniper, we're in a bit of a spot.”
  119. >”You don't say?” I deadpan.
  120. “Yeah!”
  121. >shouts the pink one, both her body, and her massive tits bouncing up and down, each with minds of their own.
  122. “We reeeeeaaaaally wanted to see a movie, but our onlyfa...”
  123. “She means our tutoring gigs...”
  124. >interjects the white one.
  125. “...haven't...ummm...”
  126. >That was the yellow girl, hiding behind her hair.
  127. “…”
  128. “...”
  129. >”UUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...”
  130. >They all look to Sunset as one, as if waiting to be told what to do.  
  131. >Look at them. They hang on her every word, like she's some kind of idol.
  132. >She's a poseur! Why can't they see that?
  133. >”WHAT do you WANT?”
  134. “Well, we were hoping you'd let us in the back here.”
  135. >I silently scoff at them with my eyes.
  136. “We could make it up to you, Darling.”
  137. >Make it up to me? What's that supposed to mean?
  138. >Oh, right, rumor has it they like to pretend to be whores.
  139. >Like, that's soooo mature, and worldly.
  140. >Fucking poseurs.
  141. >We'll see about that.
  142. >My over-the-glasses sneer turns into an evil smile.
  143. >I only hope they can feel the malice.
  144. >”Ok, fine, I'll let you in, but you have to show me your pussy, Sunset.”
  145. >Ha! this'll get her, and then they'll all see what a poseur their “idol” really is!
  146. >”Right here, in front of everyone,” I continue without pause, my smile deepening in anticipation of her inevitable failure, and humiliation. “Lift up your skirt, right now, and show us all everything you've... ”
  147. “Ok.”
  148. >And her skirt comes up,
  149. >and my jaw goes down.
  150. >She pulls it up, all the way to her tits,
  151. >and she's just holding it there.
  152. >And she really isn't wearing panties!
  153. >Wtf!
  154. >She spins around, and wiggles her bare vag at her friends.
  155. >They all laugh, and lift their skirts too.
  156. >Somehow, even the ones with something on under their skirts look just as lewd as she does;
  157. >lips dangle around the edges, while fur and bare mound alike show through the transparent fabric of what could only loosely be called underwear!
  158. >What the fuck is going on!
  159. >T-these WHORES!
  160. “Are you gonna let us in now?”
  161. >”Umm...yeah, I-I guess.”
  162. >I numbly stand aside, and hold the door open for them.
  163. >Just.
  164. “Thanks Junie!”
  165. >one of them says with a wink, and lifts up her skirt to flash me, again.
  166. >She didn't even look around to see if anyone else was there.
  167. >What a whore!
  168. >Wtf did I just watch? WTF! And why do I feel this way?
  169. >A couple more sips of delicious gin later and I was feeling a lot better.
  170. >It was still cold, and the wind still moved the empty branches against the overcast sky,
  171. >but man I was feeling so much warmer,
  172. >from deep down inside.
  173. >It was probably time for me to get back in before the boss came around wondering where I'd gone, anyway.
  174. >Go back in, close the door and stare at the broom awkwardly.
  175. >Those whores.
  176. >Those WHORES!
  177. >At the other end of the hall I can see where the movie posters are hanging from the wall,
  178. >with those little thots printed in the corner.
  179. >Even from here I can see their smug little faces grinning at me!
  180. >Mocking me!
  181. >”UGH!”
  182. >I should be on those posters
  183. >All of them, not just the Daring Do ones.
  184. >Instead I'm...here!
  185. >”Fuck,” I mutter to myself, and stare at the floor even harder.
  186. >The carpet's fucking filthy.
  187. >sweep sweep
  188. >sweep sweep
  189. >Still filthy.
  190. >Good enough.
  191. >It's time for another break.
  192. >I mope my way back up the hallway, dragging the broom on the disgusting floor.
  193. >I reach the bathrooms, and in I go.
  194. >It's empty, thank god.
  195. >Stare at myself in the mirror.
  196. >What the hell went wrong?
  197. >Why am I working as a fucking theater bitch while those sluts are already in a movie?
  198. >I'm the one related to a famous director!
  199. >I'm hotter too!
  200. >And I have class!
  201. >With a frown, I stand up taller, and my cardboard hat shifts unexpectedly.
  202. >Fuck you, I glare while setting it back atop my head properly.
  203. >”I have class!”
  204. >Putting my hand on my hips, I arch my back and thrust out my chest.
  205. >Force myself to smile.
  206. >Mom always said I have a cute smile.
  207. >I look myself up and down again,
  208. >and suddenly I don't have to force myself quite so hard.
  209. >I AM hot, and I have connections, so what gives?
  210. >Well, I realize with a renewed frown, I answered my own question didn't I?
  211. >It's because they're sluts
  212. >It's gotta be. What else could it be?
  213. >Why else would they have even been invited to the studio in the first place?
  214. >As eager as they were to show me their twats just to see a free movie, I bet they fucked everyone and their little dogs too, to get a part in one!
  215. >”Humph!” I turn this way and that, eyeing my figure in the dirty mirror.
  216. >My tits are a lot perkier, even in this stupid uniform!
  217. >I could be a slut, too if I wanted to be.
  218. >What's so great about showing off your body anyway?
  219. >I look around the bathroom, to make sure nobody else is in it.
  220. >Left,
  221. >right,
  222. >the coast is clear, and I'm already blushing behind my glasses at the thought of what I'm about to do.
  223. >A sweep of my hand moves my little red vest aside, and I look around again:
  224. >left,
  225. >right,
  226. >the coast is still clear, so I watch my hand go to my collar, next, and my buttons fall open at its touch.
  227. >From top to bottom, one after another, my shirt inching open, until the stripes of my bra come into view.
  228. >It's dark red, white, and green, with a little bow between the cups.
  229. >It was a present from my mom, my very first training bra, and it still fits after all these years.
  230. >Now the buttons are open all the way down to my little striped apron tied around my skirt.
  231. >I look around again, left, and right, and catch my own eyes in the mirror;
  232. >I'm flushed as red as a watermelon jolly rancher!
  233. >Left, and right, I look, as my hands reach for my bra, and...
  234. >UP!
  235. >My breath catches in my throat as I see my little buds staring back at me from the mirror.
  236. >My tits are out!
  237. >My tits are out!
  238. >I may have let out a little “EEP!” as I furiously tugged my bra back down and began to rebutton my shirt.
  239. >Or I may not have, I was a little too worked up to be sure, and there was nobody else to hear.
  240. >Buttons, buttons, buttons! I've gotta button up again!
  241. >My fingers shake and tremble, and suddenly, with my shirt closed back up to my bra again, they stop.
  242. >That was AWESOME!
  243. >My heart is pounding in my chest, and I feel a little weak in the knees.
  244. >The kind of thoughts running through my mind are not the kinds of thoughts a starlet should think!
  245. >But they are, and I smile lecherously at my reflection.
  246. >Can I really do this?
  247. >Someone could come in any moment!
  248. >That very thought makes my knees bend, and I have to lean my hips into the counter to catch myself.
  249.  >”Y-yesss!” I hiss excitedly as I bite my lower lip.
  250. >I need to be fast!
  251. >With quick, ragged breaths, my hands move furiously, all but ripping open my shirt, spilling out my girls for all the world to see,
  252. >if they were lucky enough to stumble into the bathroom.
  253. >”Ha! H-haa!”
  254. >Somehow, even though I'm literally shaking, and my face feels like it's on fire I manage to take out my phone.
  255. >With fingers trembling, and face burning I raise it, and sight myself in the camera app.
  256. >BOOM,
  257. >BOOM,
  258. >BOOM,
  259. >my heart is fucking deafening, how can they not hear that at the counter?
  260. >”Ha-Ha-Ha...haaaaaaaa!”
  261. >Click.
  262. >My vision darkens around the edges a little bit. Holy fuck!
  263. >Looking down at my phone, I see my naked breasts staring back at me, my phone in one hand, and the other in an awkward peace sign...I don't remember doing that, lol!
  264. >But sweet holy fuck, that's so hot!
  265. >Hmph! I knew I could do it if I wanted to, I think as I make myself decent.
  266. >But I'm not like those harlots...even if it was a lot of fun.
  267. >A little splash of water on my face and I'm ready to go back out on the floor.
  268. >For once, I'm feeling invigorated!
  269. >But this picture...should I save it or delete it?
  270. >My thumb hovers over the option.
  271. >Fuck it, I'm not gonna send it to anyone, and that was a lot of fun.
  272. >Saved!
  273. >Hah!
  274. >Eat a bag of dicks, sluts, I can be just as lewd as you, but I don't need to be.
  275. >I'm better than you.
  276. >lol.
  277.  
  278.  
  279. >Dear Diary,
  280. >Current Mood: ANGRY!
  281. >Why, you may ask?
  282. >Because I had to work again today.
  283. >It really fucking sucked.
  284. >Like, don't they fucking know who I am?
  285. >How dare they try to make me fit into the normgroid mold, I'm fucking so much better than them.
  286. >I deserve better than this shit!
  287. >As the late Eric Harris once said “I hate the fucking world.”
  288. >What an inspiration.
  289. >I would have killed to have met the guy.
  290. >I think we would have connected on so many levels.
  291. >Everyone on this pathetic, putrid planet needs to be fucking slaughtered.
  292. >Do you know what that fucking boomer at work did?
  293. >He fucking ignored me!
  294. >Yeah, ok, that sounds a little egotistical, but only because you need context.
  295. >See, I went in to work like usual, as if I have nothing better to do,
  296. >and he wanted me to clean out the popcorn hopper.
  297. >IKR?
  298. >It's fucking gross, and greasy and makes me smell like butter all damned day long.
  299. >And he wanted ME to do it! As if!
  300. >Well, do you remember when I told you about those sluts flashing their dumb slag cunts just to see a movie?
  301. >I remembered it too, and as hot as I am, I knew could do better than those whores, without even having to show half as much,
  302. >and he's just some fucking boomer anyway.
  303. >You just know he keeps me around not because of how awesome I am, but because he likes to look at me in my cute little uniform.
  304. >Nobody rocks that shit like me.
  305. >I am totally awesome though.
  306. >So I'm on to his pathetic little swash of degenerate deviancy, and I think to myself, “if I have to put up with him anyway, I might as well use his hormones to my advantage,” you know?
  307. >So I,
  308. >I,
  309. >THE Juniper Montage, the Fabulous, up-and-coming diva extraordinaire, deign to brighten his grotesque little sewer-troll life with my grace and beauty.
  310. >I unbutton my collar, and put my hands on my hips, and reeeaalllyyy stick out my chest, just like I did in the bathroom,
  311. >only, you know, with my top still on because I'm better than those sluts, and he's just not worth any more than that, you know?
  312. >He should count his fucking stars.
  313. >I still fucking smile at him, even though I want to blow his fucking head off with a shotgun named Mackenzie, and my vest falls away from my tits, and I bet he could even see my bra through my shirt if that Herbert-impersonator looked hard enough,
  314. >But!
  315. >He!
  316. >Didn't!
  317. >That little shit didn't even look at me!
  318. >He didn't recognize the sex goddess I am!
  319. >The Venus, the fire, the desire!
  320. >All in one fucking unbelievable package!
  321. >Like he couldn't see the fucking diamond glittering in front of his ungrateful ass,
  322. >and he still wanted me to do that peasant shitwork, too!
  323. >I was so fucking mad I almost stormed out right then and there.
  324. >How dare that scruffy little pityfuck ignore me!
  325. >...
  326. >”UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh.”
  327. >I put my pen down and roll off the bed.
  328. >Normally writing my diary is a great way to decompress from the nonsense of life among these mortals
  329. >but just putting that shit down on paper is making me livid again.
  330. >How fucking dare he!
  331. >Pacing around the room I catch my reflection in the mirror.
  332. >Walk over to it.
  333. >The little teddy bears on my jammies  look back at me.
  334. >They're cute, like me.
  335. >I turn this way, and that, checking myself out with my most critical of critical eyes.
  336. >What's his fucking problem anyway?
  337. >I'm damned good looking!
  338. >My jammies are buttoned all the way to the top, like they're supposed to be.
  339. >I undo the first button, and can totally see my collarbone.
  340. >Once again, I thrust out my chest, and I just don't understand it.
  341. >Why didn't it work?
  342. >what's not to like?
  343. >I can even see my nipples poking up under the fabric.
  344. >They feel so good rubbing the soft inside of my flannel top.
  345. >So good, in fact I want to go a little bit further.
  346. >A couple more buttons fall away, unclasped, and with a little push from my fingers, now my cleavage is showing.
  347. >It's smooth, and soft, and deliciously flat.
  348. >Udders are SO last year!
  349. >Up on my tippy-toes, so my slender legs look even longer, hips swaying this way, and that.
  350. >Left and right, left and right, then I turn all the way around, bending at my hips and shaking my ass in the mirror
  351. >”Slut”
  352. >A little frisson of excitement runs down my spine as the words leave my lips.
  353. >Shake my ass again.
  354. >That looks good too.
  355. >And it feels even better.
  356. >”You slut!” I whisper harshly at myself.
  357. >A little thrill shoots up my spine, and makes my nipples tingle.
  358. >I bite my lower lip at the blushing girl looking back at me.
  359. >Damn I'm hot, I've got it all:
  360. >glorious flat chest, wasp waist, and nice round hips;
  361. >perfection.
  362. >The blushing girl is still staring at me.
  363. >”Can I do this?” I ask her.
  364. >Hell yes, she answers back.
  365. >I push my jammie-pants half-way down my ass, so the top of my panties comes out.
  366. >They're cotton, with a plain elastic waistband, and covered with Winx Faeries.
  367. >I've had those since forever; they're my favorites!
  368. >Also, Musa Bestfaerie.
  369. >wiggle wiggle
  370. >”Slut.”
  371. >wiggle wiggle
  372. >I'm such a naughty girl!
  373. >I bet I can even...
  374. >My fingertips slide along the curve of my ass, and beneath the band of my panties.
  375. >I push them further down, fingertips following the curve of my backside until I can wrap them all the way around to my underass.
  376. >A little squeeze, and a little butt-lift, and there's another little, automatic smile, too.
  377. >”I am so groping myself.”
  378. >The thought turns me on and I can't help but arch my back, tilting my pelvis and looking over my shoulder as the panties finish rounding my ass, and fall all the way to my ankles.
  379. >”Hmmmmmm. I'm such a naughty girl. Such a slut.”
  380. >I bend over a little further, arch my back a little more, and yes!
  381. >There, I can see my snatch peeking out from down below.
  382. >I keep my hands on my butt, and start to squeeze, and knead it, spreading myself, even stepping one leg out of my panties to get my legs further apart.
  383. >I don't know if it's normal for massaging your own ass to make you horny but I don't care.
  384. >Damn I'm hot!
  385. >SLAP!!
  386. >...
  387. >Holy shit that was loud!
  388. >I look worriedly over at my door, and yeah, ok, it's closed like it should be, but did I lock it?
  389. >A sinking feeling bottoms out my stomach, and I'm suddenly very aware of my ears.
  390. >They're burning, and red, and why the fuck am I so aware of them?
  391. >FUCK!
  392. >I hurry across the room as fast as my naked legs can carry me, inadvertently kicking my panties across the carpet in my haste.
  393. >Seize the doorknob in both hands like it's that boomer's throat.
  394. >Click
  395. >The sinking feeling in my tummy instantly does a 180 into fluttering butterflies and sunny afternoons.
  396. >I'm still so hot and excited, and...it...
  397. >feels kind of good.
  398. >”Hahaha,” that laugh sounded so nervous I could cringe.
  399. >Wtf?
  400. >”Whew, lass.
  401. >”Alone at last. Nobody's barging in unannounced now.”
  402. >What was that twinge?
  403. >Did I really just feel sad about that?
  404. >Look back at the mirror
  405. >The girl inside isn't blushing anymore, but she is half naked, her top mostly unbuttoned, and her undervag looking out from under her top.
  406. >”Are you a slut, Juniper?” I ask myself with a scowl, which quickly turns into a smile.
  407. >”No, I'm only having a little fun.”
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