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From William Winckler's The Double-D Avenger by Jerrod Balzer!

From Chapter 14:  Titfor Tat

            Al pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it with shaking hands.  She rushed him and he fired.  The bullet bounced between her blue bongos and then zinged off in the direction of the stage.  They heard the disco ball crash to the floor.

            "Give me that!"  Double-D snatched it,twisted it like a pretzel, and tossed it aside.

            Al went rigid.  He yearned for his flamethrower,but not only would it be disastrous to use inside his own club, the hero was blocking the way to the supply room. Then he noticed the fury building in Hydra and Ooga's faces.  They had scores to settle, so he ducked out of the way to let them go at it.  

            Hydra hopped behind the cavegirl, stretched for something behind the bar, and charged at her with a serpent's reflexes.  Unsureof what to expect, Double-D held up a forearm in defense.  Hydra shattered a wine bottle over it, spraying glass and sweet-smelling alcohol everywhere.  Ooga followed suit by swinging another bottle, but the Avenger deflected it with her other arm.

            Hydra took advantage of the distraction by striking at her with the jagged bottle neck still in her hand.  She went for the side but couldn't slice her; not even the suit! Somehow, the power of the sweater kittens protected everything about her.  Double-D turned toward her and Hydra stood her ground, gritting her teeth and waving the useless glass.

            Ooga, however, had something else in mind. When she'd reached over the bar for the bottle, she noticed her black duffel bag on the floor.  While theAvenger was squaring off with the belly dancer, Ooga picked it up and took out two giant, cream-colored - ahem - personal massagers.  She turned one on and handed it to Hydra, who tossed the bottle's remnants away and decided to give it a shot.  

            What the Hades, she thought.  If I can't cut her, I'll penetrate her with this and vibrate her to death!

            While Hydra resumed her threatening stance, the primitive playmate fidgeted to turn on the other.

            "Give that here!"  Double-D wrestled Ooga's yum-yum staff away in time to block Hydra's thrust.  A brutal, buzzing duel ensued.  There was fire in their eyes as the weapons locked in a desperate battle.  When they broke free, Hydra came at her with increased ferocity.  Her blinders bounced in all directions while the vibrator slashed the air.  

            At last, she was successful in stabbing the Avenger, poking her in the left rib cushion.  The electric pulses stimulated her glands and milk ejaculated into Hydra's face.  The force knocked her back, stunned.  

            The response surprised Double-D, as well, and she missed the opportunity to strike while her enemy was in shock.  Hydra wiped her face on her sleeve and let loose a battle cry before lunging at her again.

            Excited, Al stepped closer and pointed at her.  "Faster, Pussycat!  Kill!  Kill!"

            Hydra paused, trying to remember where she'd heard that phrase before, and the Avenger acted on it this time.  She disarmed her and stepped back, prepared to battle them with both throbbing weapons if necessary.

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From "Abominable Snow Woman Bodyslams Igloo In Crazed Rampage" by Jerrod Balzer:

The creature smiled and stepped closer to him.  Jackson’s grip tightened on his rifle, but he didn’t want to make any sudden moves.  She bent forward with her hands on her knees so she could face him eye-to-eye.  He was too afraid to move and at the same time, exhilarated to see what would happen next.  She rubbed noses with him, an Eskimo’s kiss.

“Aw,” Jackson said, blushing. “You’re a sweetie aren’t you?”  He felt as though he’d just found an adorable puppy in the pet store.  She gripped her fingers on the front of his pants and pulled him closer for another nose rubbing.  Jackson was completely awestruck that this huge, powerful animal could be so passionate towards another species.  He felt one with nature right now.  Then she reached into his pants, ripped his penis out, and ran off with it, giggling.

Jackson wasn’t sure what happened at first, not until blood began to fill his pants and run down his legs.  He clutched his crotch and fell to the frozen ground, crying.  “Why?  Why?

From "Ritzy Party Ruined By Raging Pets!" by S.D. Hintz:

I stepped into the torchlight.  The surreal scene burrowed into my head like a drained drill, slow and painful.  My eyes followed the seven scaly, three-yard-long elephant trunks.  My jaw dropped when I saw what they were attached to.  I had expected huge, gray heads with floppy ears.  Instead the trunks were connected to veiny, blue-black sacs that dangled from the crotches of ten-foot-tall albino creatures with fur the likes of polar bears.  Their ruby eyes rolled back into their deep sockets as syrupy drool dripped from their bone-white fangs.  Their Cro-Magnon faces contorted and they trembled from head to huge feet in a fit of moans.

My scream died in my throat.  Their elephantine members twitched through the bars of the big cage and streamed forth greenish-yellow urine.  I looked left and spotted their target. Father knelt on the stone floor with his head bowed.  The Bigfoot - I thought of them as this due to the size of their feet – hosed him down and then sighed in unison as the last drops of urine dripped outside the cage.  Father slowly stood, soaked to the bone, and raised his arms toward the ceiling.

“Bless you, God’s Gift.”  He smiled at the monsters.  “You have anointed me.”