Gene Genie's Chicken Shack

 


The Chickymobile speeding down the highway... a sleek pink roadster loaded with all kinds of groovy gadgets... like the telescreen that flips over... to reveal the face of Wellington Duo... agent of C.O.U.S.I.N... who sometimes farms missions out to Chicky that are too difficult for mere men to handle...

Chicky X giggles as she flips on her microphone... "So what's up this time, Welly... Did Doctor DeBacle threaten Unipol again... or are zombie luchadors swarming over the Rio Grande?" She winks to the square on the camera phone... "Villains beware... Chicky X is there!"

The agent looking stern... "Not this time, Chicky... someone's stolen our new superplastic spray... designed for bomb disposal... it wraps explosive devices in unbreakable plastic... we're still working out the possibilities, but in the wrong hands it could be used to create a fleet of invincible tanks or the like... and we suspect it's in the hands of that master of monsters, the Gene Genie..."

Chicky X makes a face as a shiver runs up her spine that seems to surface at her chest... "You don't mean... not the same Gene Genie the dancing machine meanie who forced me to do the batusi in his crazy club last Halloween... he's a far-out fiend... and must be stopped... and ideas as to the whereabouts of his pad?"

Duo frowning... "Hmmm... well, his M.O. is to establish a comfortable base with his ill-gotten gains... in the vicinity of his crimes... so check out any recently opened glam clubs or swinging dance palaces... but be careful... he's a lad insane, don't you know..." The agent cutting out as soon as he's said his piece... after all, C.O.U.S.I.N. shouldn't tarry...

Chicky X nods and activates the Chickymobile computer... searching for a list of new clubs in town... wind blowing her hair as she rushes along the dark streets... taking corners on two wheels... "There... that has to be it... only Gene would name a club the Chicken Shack... he's taunting me... well here I come!" she jumps her car off the side of the interstate... bouncing onto the surface street... and squealing sideways into a parking place outside the club...

A group of mods outside... a sure sign that the Genie has set up shop... as are the swinging sounds within... you keep an eye-out for one of his half-animal hybrids... tough fighters all... and if they get the drop on you this mission could be over before it starts...

Chicky X swishes past all the young dudes... turning heads with her skintight pink bodysuit... unzips her top slightly to show the bouncer some cleavage... which gets her ushered straight inside without hesitation... where she comes face to face with the sounds of young Americans having fun... bouncing over to the bar... "I'll take a pink pina colada please..."

The barman pouring the drink... as you scope out the dance floor... some lithe cage dancers leading the way... dressed up in some very skintight catgirl outfits and makeup... driving the teens wild... your eyes widening as you see one of the tails of the costumes twitch to and fro in time with the music...

Chicky X spots the half-animal cheetah woman... confirming her suspicions that this club is Gene Genie's new base of operations... now to find her way behind the scenes... realizing she'd have a view of the whole place from the dance floor... grabbing an unsuspecting guy in a silver spacesuit and hitting the floor... shaking her head and shaking her hips... turning slowly...

The dancers forming a circle... letting you have the centre... eager to dance with the cute chick in the pink catsuit... that catches everyone's eye... one clumsy waiter managing to trip over his own feet crossing the floor... thanks to the distraction... reaching out for the nearest thing to break his fall... the zipper on your catsuit...

Chicky X jumps back... but not before she's unzipped to the waist... covering her exposed bits with her hands... boobies swinging as she shakes her hips... giggling as everybody points... and the section of floor under her feet opens... her hands flying up as her body falls... flashing her boobs for an instant before she is gone down the chute...

The dance floor a clever trap... leaving to a long chute made of slippery plastic... greased to provide no friction at all... like a fairground ride... but with a deadly ending... as you tumble out of the other end... and into a deep pool filled with deadly piranha...

Chicky X zips up as she tumbles out of the chute... splashing down into the deep pool... the pink bodysuit impervious to the hungry school of piranha... covering her face with her hands and arms as she kicks back to the surface... looking all around as she treads water... water boiling in a feeding frenzy... feeling the attack like a thousand pinches all over her sexy second skin... “Eek! Yeowh! Yikes! Not the nipples!”

The piranha seemingly trained to go for the most sensitive spots... as you paddle to the edge of the pit... nibbled and nipped all over by the still-clinging relentless fish...

Chicky X pulls up on the glass and flips over to the floor below... water spraying from her body as she lands in a crouch on the floor below... turning slowly in her soaked bodysuit as she hears clapping... eyes narrowing... "Gene Genie... I knew you were behind this!"

The Genie smirking... a thin white duke of devilry flanked by a couple of six-armed, hairy half-humans... who look like spiders from mars... "Sounds like someone got a message from the action men... well, I'm happy to see you... hope you're happy too... get her, boys!" The twin horrors closing quickly...

Chicky X backs away until the glass of the piranha tank blocks her way... swallowing hard as she turns to the camera... "I hate spiders..." the tautness of her nipples obvious under the wet pink costume as she breathes in and out... suddenly back kicking the glass behind her with a spiked heel... hoping to crack the glass and bring a flood of water down into the chamber...

The stratagem working... as the glass shatters... and a tidal wave of piranhas sweep past you... a couple attaching themselves to taut nipples... the rest going for the spidermen... biting at all twelve arms... the hairy half-humans running for their lives... as the Genie frowns... the water only reaching his shoes... worse luck...

Chicky X unzips halfway to dislodge the little buggers biting at her nipples... retracting her heels so as not to slip on the wet floor as she stalks forward... pointing one pink finger of a glove at the Genie... "I know you've got the superplastic spray... and you better give it to me now if you know what's good for you!"

The Genie smirking... like a goblin king at the centre of a Labyrinth of crime... "If you insist..." Bringing his hands out from behind his back... a strange pistol in one of them... with a large bubble of sloshing goop on top... the Genie spraying a big cloud of it at you...

Chicky X is caught... only having time to throw up her hands and register a look of gaping wide-eyed surprise that makes it clear that wasn't exactly what she meant... the plastic hardening on contact... encasing her... freezing her in her panicked pose... even down to the shocked expression on her face...

The Genie smirking... rapping knuckles on the superhard shell around your breasts... frozen in mid-jiggle... "Hmmm... I was expecting more of a shrink-wrapped struggle... but this has advantages... you'll make a great decoration for my new club... assuming you can breathe in there..."

Chicky X is in fact able to breath thanks to the fact that her mouth was open in an O shape and the experimental plastic covering was designed to leave holes open... but very much able to feel his knuckles rapping on her bared breasts... "Get your hands off my boobs you fiend... this isn't cool at all... I'll... I'll... get you for this!"

The Genie smirking... hands roaming over your contours... caressing hardened plasticized curves... "On second thoughts, I think you'll be the perfect decoration for my lair... no sense spooking the paying public with a talking statue... when you can admired by the criminal underworld..."

Chicky X strains to move... feeling the groping hands moving all over her captured curves... but the plastic is firm... and she has no leverage... trapped... unless... waiting until the Genie turns his back... she wiggles the toes inside her boots to activate her heels... stilettos extending... puncturing...

The heels springing up... and tipping you forwards... rocking towards the crook... a head covered in super-hard plastic impacting against his... sending him tumbling to the ground... and the gun as well... your eyes wide as you see it tumble to the floor... landing on a big blue button on its side... and shooting a spray of different gunk at you... a superplastic solvent...

Chicky X leaps to action as the plastic flows away like water... snatching the wild lava-lamp-looking pistol away before the Genie can recover it... turning it on him... firing without hesitation... "You're not getting away from me this time!"

The Gene Genie becoming a piece of pop art... frozen in a crouching position... his eyes swiveling up to yours in rage... then lowering... to take in a last view... as you realize that the solvent has also worked its magic on the superplastic of your catsuit... fortunately you have a spare... a few miles away at your home base... it might be an interesting ride getting there...

Chicky X is soon back in the Chickymobile with plastic passenger riding shotgun... reports of a Lady Godiva of the freeway causing accidents all over town... according to the Wolfman on the radio... Chicky calling up Wellington Duo on the dashphone telescreen... his square jaw dropping at the sight of her... "I got the package and Gene Genie too... I'll drop them off at your C.O.U.S.I.N.'s house after I go by home and get some clothes..."

(Oct 2009)