ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Empress Dread

by LB Anderson

DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adults. If you are below the age of 18 or offended by this type of material, STOP reading now. The characters in this Sci-Fi Uber is a spin-off of Xena and Gabrielle. I'm trying something new, so bare with me. X&G characters are the sole property of MCA. No copyright infringement is intended.

Written and © Copyrighted by: L.B. Anderson
December 8, 2000

Cover by Michelle Galea (Click photo for larger image)

Cover by Bratty (Click photo for larger image)

Part 1

"Hey...Com'on, through here." The runner panted as he and his friend ran side by side down one of the use to be more flourishing streets during the year of their Lord 2070. It was nothing more than a pest infested wasteland now. Full of trash, pollution, abandoned buildings and homeless people. Or...should we refer to them as the unfortunate survivors of the holocaust.

No one could tell you when it happen or why it happen. But...the survivors of the Judgment Era still trembled from the horrible images of that dreadful day.

Bombs hit each of the world's capital powers in a synchronized fashion. Leaving nothing but agony, despair, wails of emptiness and death. Buildings that echoed with laughter were now tombs of anguish and ill-gotten memories. Death moved over the land wrapped in its sheet of darkness.

Many felt that the Good Book's Scriptures were merely words of elegance. They never imagined the words spoken in the Bible would surely come true. At least, that was what everyone thought, until the reaper revealed himself like a thief in the night.

Law, as people knew it had grown extinct. From the almost barren land rose those that were stronger in mind and body. Their mission was to harness chaos and give society a new purpose and focus. There were no longer prejudice of race, creed, beliefs, sexual preference, etc. like it was in the 20th century. New races of beings were formed. Hardly anyone could be considered one hundred percent per human any more. People live as they wanted and as they chose. Only when it became infringements on the rights of others was when the LORDS and EMPRESSES immediately correct the offenders. Some referred to them as...THE JUDGES.

"She's going to kill us. We are going to die." The runner's partner whined and panted at the same time while moving his feet as fast as he could.

"Shut up and keep running." The runner returned winded.

"In here," he tiffs before reaching out and yanking his friend into a smelly passageway. The stench nearly caused them to pass out while trying to watch their backs.

"W'at are you trying to do? HELP her kill us?" The apprehensive sidekick gasped before clamping his hand over his nose and mouth.

"Shhhh," the nuclear fog will throw her scanners off. She won't be able to find us here."

"Well, I heard she's part bloodhound. You know...the sidekick said muffling his speech with his hand. Frantically searching through the fog for unexplained images.

"Kinda like those hunting dogs they had in the 20th century that they used for hunting."

The runner patiently turned his head and just stared oddly at his friend, thinking...(Gods if you weren't my brother, I'd vaporize your ass myself).

Not wanting to linger any longer on his pleasant thoughts, the runner slowly diverted his attention back to the mission at hand. The runner was listening and looking for anything that seemed to be peculiar. The judges had the ability to go sonar if they felt that approaching the offender would be life threatening.

Some have said that the Empress was like a dark shadow. One minute she's there and the next...she wasn't. Minutes rolled by and there was no sign of her. The runner figured that it could very well be a possibility that they'd lost her.

"Aw com'on Jack," the sidekick whined once again.

"She's not coming. And I think my teeth are starting to bleed from inhaling this flowing mist of death here. Let's just go."

"Listen you shit," the runner spat shoving his brother back up against the tainted brick walls they were standing against.

"If that bitch catches us, more than your stupid teeth will bleed. You do recall hearing stories of this one guy in jail that criminals would lie, cheat and steal to stay away from...right? Well now he's even happier. And do you know why. He doesn't have to wait for you to drop your soap and bend over. He can take you when he wants now, because he has a sonic shower. Now...shut up and let's just wait. If this retriever is part bloodhound like you suggest, then she's here somewhere. And if she's using her sonar shield she could very well be standing right beside us."

"Actually," A voice rumbled as if they were all in a hallowed tunnel.

"I'm standing to the left of you." The weaving distortion said right before the Empress appeared. Unsuspecting screams tore from each of the men mouths.

Although she was a bearer of grave news the men couldn't keep from admiring her. She looked as if she'd step right out of a twentieth century comic book. Instead of representing the law, the empress looks as if she was just a "Bad Girl," out looking for a good time.

Everything about her was naughty. Her gold bulletproof pads and plating bridled her dimensions, as it was a fortress of unspeakable wealth. Her helmet was made of the same gold. However it had a wolf's peek that dipped ever so dangerously down between each of her sea blue eyes. Her midnight hair hung perilously about her squared golden shoulder guards. Making her looks even more inviting. Needless to say, one's desire could easily dwindle after realizing the firepower and weaponry she had about her body.

She wore laser wristbands complete with pulsar invisible fields. Ten inch machete's holsters upon her thighs, gravitational calf length boots, Meteor sensitive helmet, complete with computerized gadgets ranging from xylophone assess to the mainframe layouts within it's contour and a Judges polliwog that could incinerate an offender right where he/she stood.

"I didn't do anything. He made me do it." The whiner shrieked in an outright panic.

"Now Jed," the judge began removing her helmet and giving her night black hair a toss from side to side.

"It didn't look like that when Napoleon here side swapped and robbed that beautiful lady that was trying to get into her Jetson hub (car). You seemed rather intrigued by your brother's vicious act."

"That wasn't no lady," the runner spat angrily.

"She was a ho' and a no count bitch. She promised me a scorching mamba (head) and forfeit on the deal. Right after her low class ass took my money. All I did was get it back."

"Now Napoleon...are you telling me the truth. You know revealing false information to a judge could get you sentenced and sizzled you where you stand." The judge said before sensually moving around the pair and positioning herself on the opposite side of them.

"So tell me was it necessary to beat up a poor defenseless woman like you just did?" the judge asked folding her arms across her bosom.

"SHE TOOK MY..."

"Uh...Uh...Uh." the judge said briskly stepping into the runner and lifting him up off the ground by his neck.

"I don't like that tone. Now be a nice boy and I'll make sure that your cell bunny will be strong and healthy. That way he can keep all the rest of the squeers away from you tempting backside."

"If you are going to judge me...Judge me." The runner spat glaring down in the tanned officer's face. "Coz, I can't stand looking at you one more minute."

"You know Napoleon. I don't give a shit about women beaters either. So I'm sentencing you to two dectrons (decades) in the sweet mines (an all female colony...Or shall I say a colony of men hating Amazon Warriors) as a helper."

"No. No. Noooo," the runner shrieks trying to break the Judges hold.

"I'll be dead with in a mintron (minute). Have mercy please...Please...Pllleeeeease," he whimpered with furrowed brows. Pleading with all he could muster for a more feasible sentence.

"Silence Woman Beater." The judge ordered before dropping him to the ground and dispensing a containment field about him.

"Well Jed," the judge purred moving around to the front of Napoleon's hysterical brother.

"What shall I do with you? All that I can see was that you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You're not a violent man, just stupid. So I'll just punish you for being that way."

"Choose your punishment. Shall it be the towel boy in the sweet mines or a spawn donor (sperm)."

The man was too freaked out to answer. Tears where running everywhere and snot was coming out his nose in droves.

"I...I...I..." the man stuttered right before emptying his bladder all over the place. (He'll do fine in the Spawn banquet. Some women love cowardly lions), the judge thought.

"Alright, since you are at a loss for words I'm going to make a decision for you. Spawn Yard it is." The man fell to his knees crying. He knew his fate had been sealed. It was either stay up or receive a toe tag for insufficient performance. That society of women was worst than the horny men in the Dog compound. He rather be done in the shoot than to be considered nothing more that a Meat Wand. And, those women were known to whack things off if they aren't satisfied.

"Kill me...just kill me now." Jed whispered in utter defeat.

"Aw," the judge whirred looking out over the distorted camouflaged invisible calvary that had come to her aide.

"No need to thank me...Jed. I have just the girl for you in mind."

"NOOOOOOO!" He screamed as the judge's reinforcements reveal themselves as well.

"Take him down boys." Judged Dread ordered replacing her helmet and hoping onto her sky racer.

"Dread?" One of the street cadets called out.

"Yeah." Dread returned turning to look at a voluptuous brunette trainee that was a part of her gathering squad.

"Justice Parks wants us to meet him in the challenge hall for another briefing in ten minutes."

"Fine," the judge said revving her engine.

"I'll meet you back there." The judge then looked over at the whimpering prisoners and chuckled. "See you 'round boys." With the speed of light her bike took to the air. Piercing through the rim of fog. Disappearing into the skies.

Back at Judgment hall...

"I want you all to listen up." Justice Parks said dimming the lights in the room and activating the Konovision.

"We have had an outbreak of professional burglaries reported throughout the Opulent sector. The perpetrator was filmed breaking into Lord Baron's private safe of his loft mansion."

"Aw...who cares. The people in Opulent Towers think their shit doesn't stink. Who cares if they get robbed?"

"Judge Laney," Justice Parks said audibly.

"Retract your statement...Now."

The sassy brunette sitting beside Judge Dread sighed briefly before complying. Although in her mind she really didn't care. No one cared about those well to do shit heads. They were more trouble than they were worth and all over Faze Land people hated them.

"We are here to protect and serve. Never let me hear you speak the words of injustice again. Is that Clear?" Justice Parks commanded tapping his wand in his hand.

"Yes sir." She mumbled and slid down in her seat.

The Justice released a sigh of his own and redirected his attention back to the film that was about to play.

"Notice this woman's finesse and artistry for clearing the sonic burglary system installed in Lord Razor's Mansion." He instructed stepping to the side and allowing the judges to get a full eye of the burglar.

She had on an all leather cat woman out fit on. Every curve, dip and sway was noted. Her long strawberry blonde hair rested beautifully about her shoulders. Making her bosom look even more tempting. The judges watched as she lifted up her Long Ranger mask and look over the quiet room. It was too quiet. Nothing as precious as the rich folk’s jewelry could be left unattended with out a top of the line burglary system.

Judge Dread slid closer into her desktop and rested her elbows upon it. She was quite impress with the artistry of the burglar from the get go. She was perfect in every way.

The judges watched as the burglar first put her hands on her hips. Then she pulled up her sleeve and revealed a radar base bracelet just like the judge’s wear. However it was fitted for HER purpose and not justice. She pressed a few buttons and held her arm upward toward the ceiling. A misty spray flowed over the room. Skillfully revealing the hidden laser that stretched out over the room.

Like a dove in flight, she moved to her knees. Then ever so sensually, she slid down onto her stomach and slithered around the rays as if they weren't there. Within seconds she was in the safe and plotting her way out before the film concluded.

"Judges, this woman is not to be underestimated," the Justice said reclaiming his place at the center of the room. "She maybe tasty to the eyes but she is extremely dangerous. Records show that she is a 90th degree astro belt and she is wicked with a staff. If you engage her, be damn sure you know what you are doing. Otherwise you will wind up with a broke sternum like the security guard did of Opulent Graze when he tried to contain her.

"Uh Sir," Judge Laney said slowly raising her hand to be recognized.

"Yes Judge Laney."

"I just wanted to make a suggestion. Since Judge Dread is a master in the ancient art of Ninjitsu, I think she would be the perfect officer to apprehend the offender."

Judge Dread jumped and looked at her protégé. Of course she found the woman mystical and extremely attractive, but she had no desire to chase her all over Opi Ville trying to arrest her. The chase within itself may be stimulating. Yet what would she do when she caught her? There had to be a reason why the blonde was burglarizing the rich. And by the looks of her it certainly wasn't because SHE was in need.

"Well uh...Justice Parks. I uh," Judge dread stuttered.

"Great idea Judge Laney," the justice said staring out at Judge Dread.

"She would be the perfect candidate for this assignment. Dread...you start tonight."

"But sir...I have plans for,"

"No you do not Judge Dread. Any plans you have do not rank over your responsibilities as Judge. As of now you are on special assignment. Happy hunting Judge Dread, and luck be with you." The Justice finalized before calling the meeting to a close and leaving the room.

"Great...just great. I should kick your ass Laney. I could be spending my weekend at the Rasha rather than chasing a little no count thief that has no morals."

"Hay, playing phaser-ball is not what I call fun. Fun is spending your weekend at the matron's lounge. Moving from orgy to orgy. And getting your fill of everything." Laney said rising from her chair cackling.

"Maybe if you weren't saving yourself for the perfect paramour you could possibly...enjoy life. But since you won't do that and the rest of us have reservations, you can do something you love most of all. Upholding the law. Check ya on the rebound. Give me a ring if ya catch her. Ooh...do make SURE you call me." Laney said heading for the door cackling.

"Bitch."

"Yo' momma."

"Don't talk about my mother. You stank." Dread yelled boorishly slinging her desk away from her and standing.

Stake out...

Dread sipped at her Walnut Mocha. Wishing for anything to happen. She was bored as hell. Suddenly a shimmering force field shot by her. Just to be sure it was a comic distortion, the judge activated her shield detector in her helmet. A slow smile rose on her face. It was she.

The judge hit her motor silencer and followed the distortion incognito. The thief never did pick up on her. She was probably figuring she was just one of the regular perimeter sentries. Many intruders hardly found them a threat since they were mostly concerned with their stomachs than upholding justice. And the uniform could have been misleading. After all she was undercover and the perfect outfit for her stake out...would be the uniform of a PS.

The judge followed the distortion to the northern outskirts of Opulent Lane before she shut down her rocket engines and removed her force field. Dread remained hidden and out of sight. Yet every move the thief made the judge saw it.

Dread wasn't interested in following the thief inside. She knew as long as the little offender felt that no one was watching her she would return to her Sky racer and make her silent get away without any one noticing.

Just as the judge predicted the perpetrator returned with a handsome bounty and a triumphant smile. She was so radiant that the judge couldn't keep from smiling herself. The judge wasn't quite sure how her sentencing would go. She'd just had to wait and see what would the little one try when she confronted her.

Once again the thief went into invisible mode and made her way out of rich valley. The judge followed the offender down into the tunnels. It was there that she found out why the little one was stealing.

The little thief looked around one final time before heaving the huge bag off her Sky racer and dragging it further down into the tunnels. It was known all over Faze Land as being the poorest part of the entire continent. Yet the judge was still curious. Why would she steal valuables of that sort and drag them down here?

Judge Dread dropped her shields after the little offender was out of sight and followed her through the tunnels. It seemed like hours and the judge began to wonder if the little thief had forgotten her hiding place.

The little thief finally dragged the bag down into a circular lit area and halted her retreat. The judge thought of engage her right where she stood until she saw a scraggly little girl tear out toward the thief shouting her name.

"Gabrielle...Gabrielle." the little girl yelled running straight up to the woman and wrapping her little thin arms around her legs.

"Hello beautiful." Gabrielle said, sweeping the little grubby child up into her arms and hugging her. The Judge could actually feel the little blonde's emotions as a hearty smile flowed across her face. After realizing the girl's true intentions, the Empress backed away very quietly. This was not the place to detain her. Nor, did she want to.

In a way the girl was doing an honorable thing. Trying to provide for the lost and neglected. The Empress considered the homeless as neglected. Why? It was simple, nearly the entire outer population could care if they lived or died. Thereby riding themselves of the thought or the very existence of the tunnel runners.

The judge realized now that the fables of the dark movers were true. She had no idea how she was going to sentence the blonde, but what she did know was that she couldn't edict someone for doing for those that needed it. Sure she was a thief. And yes she was stealing from the most prominent people in Faze Town, but there were other ways of correcting a problem. And the judge was half way there as to how she was going to solve it.

The judge made it back to her Sky Racer and waited for about two Cruutons (hours) for the blonde. Still undetected the judge followed the girl to a nearby bar. It was the Naha Towers. Some call it the tower of sorted dream. Why again you might ask? The bar was famous for bringing your utmost dreams to the surface. Leaving you love struck and ninety-nine sheets to the winds.

The time had come. It will be here where the judge will engage her. However, her method doesn't have to be the usual gung-ho Empress. The judge gave the girl about 20 minatrons (20 minutes) before following her in. Strange thing tho' the Empress was dressed as a seductress of the evening. (Okay...She was dress like a Strange Day's Ho'). Amazing what one could replicate with a Meteor Helmet.

Heads turned when she made her way up in the club. The little blonde sat at the bar with her back turned toward the door talking. So she didn't see the empress when she walked in.

"Good Boogliy Woogily..." the curly red head patron uttered as the Empress approached them. As of yet the little offender still hadn't turned to look at what her friend was eyeballing.

"Hay, would you stop watching ass just long enough to hear what...Good Boogily, Oogily, Woogily." The little thief repeated right before the close of her sentence. Her eyes floated in a sinister weave behind the empress. Totally enchanted by the slight giggle of her ass. Aw...she was getting up on that. No matter what the price was. She'd clear out her bank account for that honey. (Naw...damn that) the little burglar thought. (I want to be the mother of her little droids.)

"Wow...I'm going over there and try to get her Comm Number." Her little red head friend said. Whirling around on his seat and preparing to leap up off of it.

"Hold your place troll." The little thief said, yanking back on her friend's hair. "This is a job for someone that knows what their doing...observe."

The little blonde said hopping for her seat and releasing a fresh spurt of Everlasting Cologne upon her person with a click of her wrist guard.

"Hello," she said sensually. Standing across the table from the Empress.

"Hello." The Empress returned after taking a slow crawling glance at the offender.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a dive like this?" The blonde said slightly raising her hand to signal the waitress.

The Empress slid closer up to the table and rested her elbows onto the table. Giving her little visitor a very appetizing glance down her V design neckline.

(Yessss...I got me a good one here. She knows all the tricks to the trade.) The blonde thought unconsciously licking her lips.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." The Empress returned.

"Let me guess. You want to have use of my services. Don't you?" The judge asked lounging back in her chair and crossing her legs. Pretty much figuring that the thief had mistaken her for a SDH (Strange Days Ho').

"Well...I didn't want to just come right out and,"

"I know what I am." The judge interrupted. "Just as you are, miss,"

"Oh...Gabrielle...yeah, that's my name." Gabrielle said. Almost as if she wasn't really sure if she'd pronounced it correctly.

"Gabrielle." The judge purred. Raking her eyes over the girl's body again in a very lustful glance.

"You're healthy. Let me try and guess what you do for a living. That is...if you do work." The Empress inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh yeah!" the blonde answered zealously.

"Scuse me...would you mind terribly if we take this to a more quieter place. That way..." the blonde said shifting in her stance nervously and relaying a wanton glare of her own. "We can talk in private...or endeavor in whatever else that uh, uh we might get into."

"That's a good idea...but business first." The judge whirred holding her seat.

"Yeah, what's that?" the blonde said glancing around the room. It almost looked as if she was searching the room for potential buyers that may try to over bid her for the SDH. She was packing her Buck Rodgers Card, but anyone carrying the DS-Nine could quickly outbid her. It was the most respected card in the Opulent Regent.

"What's the matter?" the judge asked. Curious as to why the girl suddenly looked spooked. The all leathered-dressed offender slid down in the chair in front of her and leaned over. Indicating to the Empress that she didn't want other's to hear. The Judge followed her lead.

"This is Opulent Regent and I only have my Buck Rodgers Card with me. I...I...I really want to be with you. And I don't want some fool to hear us negotiating and detect that the only currency I have at the present is my BRC."

"The Empress stared into the little thief's crystal green eyes and lost her train of thought. She was a bearer, the empress was sure of that. It was the way her eyes twinkle and her pupils dilated to the size of a pinhead when she got near her.

"You are a breeder...aren't you?" The judge asked pulling back slightly and observing the girl’s pupils. Bearers were said to be perfect bondmates for Transuals.

"Yesss." The girl answered slowly.

"But only a transulon (An individual that has the potential to mate (multiply...Okay) as a male counterpart during certain heights of copulation,) would know that." The thief returned with a steady stare.  

The Empress smiled, certainly impressed with the little thief's knowledge on both their histories.

"That is correct. So you see, there is no need to fear any one coming over here and taking me from you now. As a matter of fact, now that I know you are a breeder the price is free. Who knows, by the time we're through you'll want to bare my children."

The little blonde couldn't keep from smiling as she watches the Empress stand and stroll past her in a beckoning sway.

"Yes...Yes...Yes," She whispered. "My biological clock has been ticking waaaaay too long."

The judge looked over her shoulder and called the little thief's name before disappearing out the door.

"Now see...that's how you work it." Gabrielle said snatching her friend around on the bar and spinning him around so that he was facing her.

"And check this out...she's a transulon."

"No." the man said with wide eyes.

"Are you going to...?”

"If she quails me (a consent spoken during the height of passion to bond forever). "You know I can't deny her. The chemical balances in our body's combine once we are engaged. You know that."

"Then don't go." Her friend said tugging on her. Gabrielle stared at the door unable to fight the call of nature or the desire to not be with the Empress.

"Let go." She growled seizing her friend's chin in the palm of her free hand. "I have to go. She's calling me."

"Surely those urges are ancient, Brie. You can fight her." The man said. Finally pausing long enough to observe his friend's agitated stare. Her eyes were looking glassy and they were tearing up. He realized then, she was a goner. The Myth was true. That would explained why Brie stayed on the North side and many of the transulons, unless they felt compelled to seek a mate before their homing period, stayed near Opulent Town.

"Alright...but remember your homing net. Don't want to get knocked up before she quail’s you."

"Okay...Oh, gods there she is. Can't you smell her? Can't you?" Gabrielle inquired audibly while turning to glare at her friend with crazed eyes.

"No my nose hasn't been chemically patterned to smell a horny transulon. Gone...get out of here." He said releasing his hold.

He always knew someday that Gabrielle would meet her mate. He'd just never expected it to be on this night, nor in their favorite hang out. Gabrielle's friend wondered was it fate. Or was the Strange Days Ho' a cop. He nearly choked on his drink from the laughter. (Gabrielle would shit if she found that her lifetime mate was a judge.) He mocked with another chuckle to himself before taking another drink. "Well...Now that she's gone maybe I'll find a transulon." He said whirling around on his bar seat and checking out the dance floor.

The Empress Seduction...

"Come on in," the empress instructed. Opening the door to her companion. Gabrielle was becoming more and more overwhelmed by the husky scent of her potential mate. Whenever a transulon was in the presence of their mate they released a mating scent that instinctively aroused their partner. As strong as it was she must have started ovulation the minute she realized that Gabrielle was a breeder.

The little thief moved further into the room, unable to focus. Her mind was telling her...get out now. But her emission pouch was leaking and surely by now the transulon had realized it as well. The only way her nature could over rule her normal span of comprehension was in the presence of her lifetime mate. The Empress was she.

"You know..." she started briskly whirling around to look at the stunning statue before her. Once again she tried to be rational and decided that she wasn't ready to bond.

"Maybe we should just say goodnight and leave it at that." She suggested.

"You know I can't let you go. It will be suicide for both of us. I know your EP is drenched now and the lack of dilation in your pupils is proof that you are responding to my scent. You are my mate and you know it. Stay with me. Pleeease." The judge said. Closing the distance between her and the blonde.

"Lalalalalalalalalala." The blonde sung ducking away from the judge approach, covering her ears.

"You don't know anything about me Transulon, but my first name. And I don't know anything about you, not even your name. Although we are biologically compatible doesn't mean that we can stomach each other past that. I have a bad temper and, and I do other bad things."

"You mean like stealing,” the judge said still pursuing the blonde.

"Wha...wha...what? How? What are you saying...I'm a thief?" the blonde asked stumbling over her own feet while holding her potential's carnal stare.

The judge stopped her pursuit. Yet she continued to hold the girls gaze. She had to time herself. The girl was her mate. Not only did her emission hub verify that, but also even in her heart she knew she wasn't going to live without this girl.

(Stop looking at me like that) Gabrielle's mind whimpered. With each second she was in this woman's presence she knew if she retreated now, it would mean madness for the rest of her life. And her scent was getting huskier. There could only be one explanation for that. They were more than sexually compatible. It may be even possible that they were meant to be bond mates even from birth.

"I know all that I need to know about you." The judge said peeling away her clothes. Gabrielle shrieked and fell to her knees. Her body instantly prepared itself for the release. Her pupils slowly widen, her nose flared, her tongue swelled, her mouth began to water and her body shook as if she needed an opium fix. But...there was no need to worry about her fix. Her mate was bringing it to her.

The Empress approach was patient, alluring, and every bit spellbinding. Her steps halted right down front of the little thief. Light as a feather her fingers slid into the blonde's hair and guided her to where they both needed her. Gabrielle's swollen tongue instinctively moved into place. Filling the empress slicked pouch with one single plunge. The Empress moaned and spread her legs further apart. Whilst bringing her hips about and circular swirl.

Gabrielle slid in closer and increased her plunging. Her partner's secretion was clear and scented. Meaning she was an unalloyed. Gabrielle doubled her efforts. The thought of her partner ever being touch excited her even more. She was slurping and pumping her partner's pouch just as nature intended. She could feel her partner's Grecian knob grow in her mouth. It was filling on command. Soon, it will be large enough for her to release.

Unable to concentrate on her body or what was to come next the judge's head fell back and pumped her hips hard. Her mindless thrusting was prompting her knob to sting. Gabrielle's abrupt withdrawal quickly got her to focus again.

The judge stumbled back from the blonde and looked down. The time had come. The blonde awaited her next move. It was the transulon's duty to control the first mating ritual. Since it was their species that must offer the quail or consummation couldn't continue.

"Mate with me…" The Empress commanded with a rumble.

Gabrielle removed her clothing and moved into a tilted opening position. The Judged stepped over her raised legs and slowly lowered her body until her swollen hub slid down upon Gabrielle's. The blonde breeder’s head fell back as the cool silkiness of the empress capital rubbed up and down her drenched pouch.

"Oh Wrikar," She cried out. Obvious praises to the ancient god that was supposedly the creator of the breeders.

"Noooo," the judge purred rolling her hips and sweeping their heated paths soothingly against the other.

"The Name is Empress Dread."

Gabrielle's neck went rigid before her head slowly raised enough to stare into her partner's eyes.

"Oh noooo…" she purred. Realizing, not only that the judge had been following her, but also that her pouches passageway was preparing to open. The Empress hip motions quickened. Each of their love sacs began to burn from the friction.

"Oh Maynar," The Empress grumbled ramming her hands down under the blonde's pumping buttock and rubbing her rising harder against Gabrielle's soaked pouch. Maynar was the name of the transulon's gods. He was said to be the god of fertility.

Gabrielle's body went rigid and her conception swathe floated over her eyes like a white sheet. She was ready. The judge's hips rose and fell with the force of an ancient bull. Plowing her scorching Grecian knob harder against Gabrielle's mating pouch.

"Bare...my...children...Gabrielle." The Judge panted. Lowering her rigid Grecian knob closer and closer to Gabrielle's watery pathway.

"Oh Godddddd's," Gabrielle screamed. She couldn't fight the Empress. And not because she was a judge, but because of the spell of Maynar that possessed each of the partner's at the height of quailing.

"Yesss…Yessss…Ohhhhhh yesssss," Gabrielle screamed.

The judge quickly lowered her partner to the floor, locked each of her hands down over Gabrielle's shoulders and prepared to release her spawns. Gabrielle's leg's drifted further apart, as the Judge's plunges grew almost violent. As soon as Gabrielle's pouch had opened enough to receive her, the Empress dipped her heated Grecian knob inside her new mate. For nearly twenty minatrons the judge howled. Releasing her reproductive jell deep with in Gabrielle's incubator. Electrical currents surged through each of the women's body. Sealing their fate and consummating a union for eternity.

The judge was the first one to come out of Maynar's spell. Yet she felt compelled to stay at Gabrielle's side. During mating it usually took the breeder a little over a cruuton to regain consciousness. Her body needed time to receive the eggs, seal her pouch and dissolve the white swathe over her eyes.

A cruuton later…

"Hello lover," The judge whirred wrapping herself around Gabrielle.

"I can not believe I'm married to a judge." Gabrielle retorted turning her head to look into the judge's eyes.

"You know what I did last night, don't you?"

The judge kissed her new wife lightly on the nose and told her, "Yes."

"Why didn't you sentence me then?" the little blonde asked with furrowed brows.

The judge smiled and told her mate what she saw in the tunnels. She then told her that after seeing how happy her presence made that little girl that she just couldn't do it then. Plus, although she did a bad thing, her intentions were benevolent. And for that she couldn't see sentencing her.

"So instead…you married me." The blonde said with a chuckle.

"Well…I am within my rights and the law to do so." The Empress returned with a smile.

"However…I knew the moment your pupil's contracted when I got closer to you that there would be no turning back. I had to make you mine. But when we instinctively discovered that it might have been possible that we were pledged as mates upon birth, I wasn't turning back. If quailing you was the only way that I could have you in my life forever, I was prepared to do it. And by you being my mate I knew you couldn't deny me."

"You're pretty smart? Now that I am your wife and you've quailed me, I'm going to get pretty fat really quick. I suppose that would be a way to stop me from stealing huh? Now, how am I going to help the tunnel dwellers?"

"You don't worry about that. We'll find a way. Right now I want you to concentrate on naming our little Transuleer." The judge said, dipping in closer to taste her wife's strawberry flavored lips for the first time.

Part 2

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