Perilous, Pantyless Patrol!

[bleuray2]

I haven't written any ENF stories in the better part of a decade, so I just brainstormed some completely random, absurd ideas and started writing a short one. Hope you enjoy!

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"I've sent you the coordinates, you should be there in a minute."
"Fine, whatever. I'll see you back at HQ."

Wendy hung up her phone and stepped out of a taxi hovercar. She stretched her short, voluminous orange legs at the street corner before bending over slightly, scowling at the driver and clicking the touch screen to authorize the transaction with a measly tip. The driver grunted nonchalantly, rolled its eyes, and sped off into the distance.

As anyone could tell from a glance, Wendy was an alien, but no one could deny that she was a cute one. Her skin was a pleasing shade of orange, but other than that she didn't look much different from a human. Her cherubic face was framed by dark orange curls, and from her forehead sprung forth two small antennae. No doubt she would be very popular with all genders and species if her adorable, innocent looks didn't clash so much with an awful attitude which adorned her features with a perpetual grimace. In a career choice that was oddly befitting with her tyrannic demeanor, Wendy was a patrol officer. Her mission was simple -- apprehend galactic pests wherever they popped up. It paid well, but more importantly, it allowed her to exercise authority over others and generally make their lives miserable.

Such a cushy job doesn't come easy, of course -- it was reserved for only the elite in terms of physical fitness. Wendy didn't look it, but she came from a species fortunate to be gifted with highly above average athletic abilities. This allowed her to binge on booze and junk food all the time and not put on too much weight, but lately she had noticed a bit of a tummy. Wendy was a bit shorter than your average human woman, but taller than some other species you'd find in New York these days. Today her toned, athletic arms were bared by a purple dress that fanned out at knee level, underneath which peaked her legs and the hint of her creamy thighs. Her butt was above average size, and today it looked fairly perky with just the right amount of fat, not that anyone would be seeing it! Her relatively modest breasts filled out a pleasing, pear-shaped figure that caught the eyes of more than a few passersby. As Wendy walked into the entrance of Central Park, her hips swayed at steady rhythm.

Today, Wendy was in charge of investigating reports of an anti-grav rats. The invasive species had come in from the moon colonies earlier this year and was already wreaking havoc, flipping over trash cans and manhole covers, and some even claimed having their money stolen (not that anyone but extremely old-fashioned folks carried bills around these days). Wendy despised these kinds of small jobs, much preferring the action of taking on armed thieves, monsters, or even the occasional drunkard Blernsball fan. Catching a bunch of rats was far beneath her.

Wendy was looking down at her phone when suddenly, it began to beep. She was near the coordinates...but where was the rat? She looked around, but nothing seemed to stand out. Some three-eyed ducks were hanging out in a pond nearby. Some people were walking their dogs. A couple was sitting on the bench eating lunch together. There was a garbage can, too, but it looked weirdly big...

Suddenly, Wendy froze in her tracks. Peering out from the hole in the garbage can was the largest, anti-gravvest rat she had ever seen. This was no doubt the king of all grav rats, and the one she had come here to stop. "Put your hands up!" Wendy shrieked as she whipped out her laser gun and pointed it towards the rat, red dot pasted squarely between its eyes. Suddenly she noticed her aim was off...the rat was moving...no, wait, she was moving! Wendy let out a yelp as she realized she was being lifted in the air! No one told her these rats were capable of such a thing!

"Help! Someone! It's the rat!" Wendy managed to get out as everyone's eyes locked on the unusual sight of a cute orange alien hovering just above the ground. But it seemed like they weren't focusing on her precarious state...

Wendy looked down and yelped as she realized her panties were on full display to the entire crowd of onlookers! She pushed the front of her dress down with all her might, but some kids nearby had already snapped a few pictures of her tight cotton panties with a Yoda pattern right in the center! Wendy blushed and her entire body was flushed deep red...er...slightly darker orange....as she flailed in the air in fury. "Stop taking pictures and help me get down from here!" Still holding her dress down with one hand, she shot some errant blasts at the rat. The creature scurried back into the garbage can as Wendy fell to the ground, legs splayed out. She blushed and quickly stood up, brushing off her clothes and hoping no one caught a sight of her pantied butt on her way down. Sighing, she inched towards the garbage can, trying not to make any sudden movements. The crowd around her seemed frozen, as much out of fear of the rat as stray laser blasts.

Wendy took a look around as she approached. No one seemed hurt. The woman sitting with her date on the nearby bench didn't seem to have noticed that an errant blast had singed the straps of blouse and her tits were about to fall out. Wendy put her blaster down, distracted by the woman's generous bosom and the prospect of getting to see it bare when suddenly, it all happened very quickly.

First, the blouse tore with a horrible ripping sound as two, wonderfully tanned, beautifully shaped breasts with small, dark nipples popped into view of everyone. The woman shrieked as her date looked on in shock. She moved to cover them up from his leering eyes when...

A dog behind Wendy began to float. Desperate for solid ground, it began to flail around...and bit directly into Wendy's bubble butt.

Wendy shrieked as she placed her hands behind her to dislodge the dog's jaw, but it was no use. She shrieked as she briefly lifted up off the ground and heard a ripping sound just as a piece of delicate white fabric fell from between her legs. Wendy quickly stooped forward to cover the secrets between her thighs.

Just then the rat appeared from atop the garbage can and directed a wicked look towards Wendy.
"No. NO!" Wendy screamed as she dropped her blaster and made eye contact with the rat.
The rat didn't say anything, of course. But witnesses would later swear that at that moment it broke into a grin.

Wendy flew nearly three feet into the air, much higher than before and began to spin around. She struggled to keep her dress down as it began to flutter up. "Eek! No one look! Look away, you mongrels! Somebody HELP ME!!"

But it was no use. The spinning stopped just as Wendy's behind was pointed right at the rat (and right in the line of sight of some half dozen onlookers) and her dress flew up all the way to her elbows. "EEEEK! Stop! They can see everything back there! THIS IS HUMILIATING!!!"

And they really did see everything, from her perky, voluptuous buttocks to her delightfully wide hips and the entirety of her marmalade thighs. She gasped as she felt her front lurch just a bit forward, exposing her dark, pouting pussy lips and the hint of her pubic hair to the entire world! "No no no this cannot be happening!!" She shrieked as her legs parted just a bit, exposing just the hint of her vulva and lovely orange butthole before she lost balance and fell forward, ass in the air.

Everyone froze as they drank in the exotic sight of the orange, haughty alien patrol officer, face firmly planted in the ground, arms flailing to simultaneously cover her exposed ass and almost-exposed privates as well as regain balance, her curvy legs leading up to jiggling thighs and finally swaying hips framing the kind of just-big enough butt that was begging to be cradled in the palm of a hand. Finally, she clasped her fingers in between her legs, far enough that her fingers could cover her privates from behind, and let out the loudest shriek of her life!

Wendy wouldn't be forgetting that patrol anytime soon.