Braelynth, more like Stop Right There!

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Bright lights and dead air, Midori rocketed into the cloudless skyline. The roads of High Adipo had become a circuit board, the occasional bolt of lightning zipped through the veins like a star screaming across the night sky.

Up here, the stomps and grunts of the rotund denizens of High Adipo were but a whisper. Midori wasn’t up here often; her chronically malfunctioning augmentations were far too untrustworthy. Her mechanic railed against it- as relaxing as it was. The air was cold and the sight was grand. It was serene, quaint, empowering. She floated as high as the tallest skyscrapers- javelins piercing the heavens- protecting it all as the city’s sentinel.

Or at least one of One hundred and seventy-two.

Seventy-two?

Draconia got kicked out a couple of weeks ago after she punched a client in the teeth. So seventy-one. To be honest, the cyborg didn’t know her too well.

Enough of that, there was a clicking in her ear, an alarm rattled around in her skull. The machinery working overtime to make sense of it to the human half of her mind, ones and zeroes into donuts and French fries.

“Target acquired!” She said to nobody in particular, just something she liked to shout- she meant business! The air-jets in her legs shouted, vapor clouds being left in her wake as three hundred and fifty pounds of Midori Maxi careened into one of the skyscrapers.

“Corp-U-Tech,” was emblazoned into the side of the tower, as well as five other ones across the city. Of course, this was just one of the several major corporations that essentially ran the entire city.

Midori flew through the windows shoulder first, turning into a gravid skid. Her previous surroundings of air and sky replaced by overturned office desks and unconscious security guards.

There wasn’t really much question as to who did this, just a matter of how fast the job was done. Midori’s eyes clicked once, twice, three times.

“Store’s closed Midori, no donuts to find here!”

It was the rogue formerly and currently known as Braelynth Pyresworn (she’s foreign). Easily spotted out in a crowd by her cartoonishly long ears and emerald eyes, Brae was known to Adipo city as the owner of one of low-town’s best bakeries and in smaller circles as an opportunist. Obviously, this was the latter part.

“Brae, who are you working for today? BroadArc? LowMotion? The Mob?” Midori inquired, finally setting feet on the ground. Now that she wasn’t floating, the gravity of her fattened figure became apparent.

Currently running on a little more than three hundred and twenty pounds, the robot-girl sported a juicy double belly. It was more or less this double-layered cake of chub that rolled out over the waistband of her slacks, a thick pudge-muffin put proudly on display. Up top she wore this zipped up crop-jacket, more or less designated to covering her breasts with a tie over that for fashion!

She strolled a bit closer, the ripened drumsticks she had for thighs rolling from side to side as she closed the distance between her and the smaller girl… and the computer she was standing behind.

“At least I get some variety in my life.” Brae said with a pout- a movement away from the desk revealed the rest of her. Not quite as much as there was of Midori today, but she wasn’t too far off. Never trust a skinny chef, after all!

The girl was a definite bell-shape, only growing wider the further down one’s eyes got on her body. She dressed in darker colors, black and red mostly. Flattering to her skin, but not to her width. Also opting to parade around with an exposed midriff, Brae’s tummy was much cloudier than her rival’s. A pouting tub of brown jelly that was only broken up by a belly button piercing. For comparison, Midori was often associated with pigs and lard- it made sense, considering the girl mostly existed on a diet of burger grease and donuts. Brae however, spent her days in equal parts selling and gobbling eclairs. It showed, her rump had grown into yet another shelf in her store, and even the most casual of jaunts had trouble not turning into a flirty sashay. “What about you? What company filled Skye’s trough today?”

“Oi!” Midori huffed, the circuitry in her skin starting to illuminate. “I’m here because it’s the right thing to do, you’re here to make a quick buck!”

Brae rolled her eyes, settling down onto the arm of an overturned chair- it let out a dull groan. The elf-like girl’s belly pooled along her life-saving thick thighs, challenging them for superiority- her legs won out, but it wasn’t the easiest battle. “It’s money,” she said “takes a lot of that to run a bakery in the city. Takes a lot of money to keep you glued together.”

Midori stood tall, power rushing through her arms and into her knuckles, it was like Brae had just strayed into a boxing ring with a Terminator- albeit a portly one. “You say that every time, Brae. This time you’re not taking this data.”

“You’re not getting macaroons tomorrow!” Brae retorted, seeing that Midori wasn’t about to back down. She tugged her little staff from her behind her, a quick button click and it extended to its full length. It was almost fantastical in design- Midori knew it as foreign technology, stuff from the same country as a couple of the other, odder Guildies came from. It was essentially a fancy laser beam in a sort of way- just one covered in all manner of digital viruses. It was bad business on a solidly neutral girl.

Midori made the first move, darting across the room with hot plasma pumping from her wrists- as usual the goal was to disable Brae over anything else- whether it require her back the other girl into a corner or the necessary course of action was to dangle her out a window or even just sit on her. With how successful she’d been lately, anything was good.

With one of her thunderous thighs, she kicked one of the several desks towards Brae, whom then was quick to zap them down with plumes of flame from her staff. Midori moved through the debris, hoping to surprise Brae with a quick hook to the stomach. It was a move that had caught her about two months ago out on the docks.

That was also just about the first time that Midori ever came out ahead in their altercations, so it was reasonable to guess that the more coolheaded Brae saw the pattern and countermoved.

When Midori’s fist reached the chair Brae was already starting to scurry away, not even giving Midori a swack on the shoulder for she didn’t want to give her sensors any sort of hint of her movement.

Sound however, was something she was privy to- especially at such a close range. The punch whiffed, but Midori’s left leg found its target in Brae’s cloudy belly, squishing into it like she had just stepped in pudding.

Probably not the best counter to the desk-move, Midori wanted to be close and that’s where she was.

Brae crumpled a bit- those thighs were killer! But not for too long, Midori moved to seize the opportunity, but found herself getting hit with a small miasma that was only characterized by the way it twinkled in the lowlight.

“Ack!” Midori gagged, her entire world had been spun upside-down. What was once a picture of Brae had turned into various flashing lights and target reticles. Her strikes turned into flailing (granted, Midori wasn’t known for being an outstanding martial artist). “You- you!”

Well, not wanting to get haphazardly clocked in the jaw, Brae made even more space. She scurried back to the desk and got back to work. “I’ll make this up to you in the morning,” She muttered beneath her breath.

Brae did a lot of things that a lot of people would call “morally questionable,” she would call those people unrealistic- no quotations. Still, as she grew to know Midori both in and out of the store, it was a bit difficult to do something like this to Midori, turning her robot brain against her natural one. It wasn’t like she was in any sort of pain, it’s just that she knew the heroine would be beating herself up over losing to something like this. Last week Brae conquered the doughball by gumming up her systems, making her simply give up that time. The week before that, she simply bribed her off with a deal on an extra baker’s dozen donuts the next morning.

Well, she got a copy of the data- the client would hopefully be more than happy with her performance. The jobs were rarely elegant- hell, nowadays whenever someone hired her they asked about the robot. It was nice to have a walking reference, but she’d be lying if it didn’t get annoying.

With the job done Brae wandered around to Midori who had finally tired herself out and toppled over onto her backside.

“Sorry Mids, I win again.” She said with a pout, patting the robot on her head.

Midori had been fried, her eyes resembling television static. “It’ll clear up in a bit, I just have to get out of here.” She sighed, pinching the girl’s chubby cheeks.

Midori swung rebelliously, “You’re gonna get it!”

She was completely off the mark, admirable at least. It was time to go, but at least she could give her a little parting gift.

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Later was a little more than ten hours, five for sleeping, four for eating and the last single hour was for getting ready to open up shop. That last part was rather easy- considering she lived just above her store. Her cramped little space overlooking yet another city street, across from some Chinese food joint. Last year it was a shoe store and before that it was a locksmith. All of these places saw some use from Braelynth. None quite so much as her own kitchen.

She wandered downstairs, her feet dainty on the rickety steps to go open the store. Her eyes met the various display cases, the few tables she had in the store, and of course…

Midori.

Her very first patron of the day and it was the girl who she had blinded and fried the last night.

Well, time to open the doors.

“Morning, Midori.” She said casually, a gentle smile on her lips as she let the portly protector come waddling in. “I hope you’re-“

“Brea!” Midori shouted at the top of her lungs, her foot crashed onto the freshly done wood floors. Here it came, she was going off yet again. “That was a cheap trick you used last night!”

The hat wearing Guildie dogged the shorter girl, getting close to the point of Brea feeling her belly roll atop of her shelf-booty. Brea would just let her rant for a bit while she got into position, she rounded the counter shuffled a couple of the things in the display cases around, making sure the prices were accurate and putting the Wednesday Special up front; A slice of Devil’s Food cake.

“If you didn’t do that I would’ve given you the whupping of a life time!” Midori continued to rave, she tossed fake jabs into the air, shadowboxing as Brea continued to put everything together.

Pulled some cake out of the oven, cutting out a slice for herself and her first customer and…

“Here, eat this.”

A plate of the crimson cake was pushed into Midori’s hands, just about the only thing that could stop one of the hog’s frequent self-obsessed rants.

“Oh!” Midori’s eyes glittered, they were working properly at least. The frustration flooded from her cheeks and it was replaced with a giddy little blush. She ripped and tore into the slice with next to no restraint, foregoing the fork given to her and instead shoving the whole thing into her fat face.

“Ugh…” Brea groaned, she was quick to dab up the frosting and crumbs with a napkin. “You big glutton, you can’t walk around the city with cake on your face.”

To which Midori sneered, “It works for you.” And scooped up a bit of the stuff from Brea’s face.

“It’s my job though, you smelled of bacon and syrup last night- what were you eating with syrup?”

“Chicken and waffles, it’s an all-day meal!”

“I mean it’s not.” Brea found herself chuckling, it was a soft, genuine laugh that rumbled through her soft body. Waves went through her mocha colored chubbiness, to the point where it was starting to roll over into Midori’s pudding-esque physique, “You’re just a pig.”

Midori snorted, not helping the comparison in the slightest. “What about you?” She retorted, finding another slice of cake and pushing it into Brea’s mouth. Not one to refuse, Brea ate it with the same casualness she did just about everything.

“I’m just hungry,” The elf laughed, “I might have put on a bit of weight, but you’re still in the lead.”

The two broke apart, their bellies being the last thing to break contact- both of them pooching majorly over the waists of their pants. “So, what do you want? Donuts I’m guessing?”

Midori nodded, “Yeah! I’ve gotta fuel up for today- big mission!”

“You say that every day,” Brea teased, taking a bite out of a chocolate cupcake.

“Well what about the macaroons you said you’d give me?” Midori teetered closer, her thick second chin jiggling as she turned her head to look into the case.

“I said I wasn’t giving you those.” Brea corrected with a bit of a hip shake. “If you’re nice I might change my mind though.”

“Yeah, how do I do that?” There was Midori’s gut again, rubbing right against Brea’s own pudgy side.

With a nudge of her shoulder and a pat to her customer’s tummy, Brea said “The grapevine told me that the Enchanted Eatery could use a new taste-tester. You look pretty qualified for the job, wanna help?”

Midori’s eyes lit up like fireflies, within no time she Brea found herself scooped up in the Guildie's sausagey arms and pulled right up against the fatter girl’s breasts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” The machine maiden squealed as she squeezed the life out of little Brea’s body. The padding didn’t necessarily help, nor did the seven eclairs she gobbled up earlier.

“Urp,” Brea belched, limbs wriggling. The only things she could touch were Midori’s belly or her own overstuffed lovehandles. “I’m glad you’re interested.”