Chapter #5A Delicious Plan by: Unknown The Demon Sisters were at their wit's end. No matter what they did, they simple could not come out on top of those two angels. Again and again and again they lost! Sometimes the stupid duo didn't even realize they had beaten them! It was enough to drive one to purity and goodness! However, after much bickering, they had finally come up with a plan. They couldn't deal with two angels.. but one might be doable. All they'd have to do is make sure one of the angels couldn't use their weapon. They'd be helpless! Panty was probably out though, since she could use anyone's underwear. So they'd have to eliminate Stocking's.. well, stockings. And they decided on a plan to do so. And what a delicious plan it was...
A few ominous hours later, Stocking was pissed. "Fuck!" she cried out, fuming in rage. Her favorite store had every single bit of sweets sold out! Someone had completely cleaned them out! And her backup store! And the back-up back-up store! In fact, there was hardly a luxurious sweet to be found anywhere in all of Daten City! Who could have done it?! She'd murder them! "Havink Probleem Mees?" a voice queried to the pissed angel. Stocking snapped her vision over to the source instantly, more than ready to brutalize someone who probably didn't deserve it. The voice was Scanty of the Demon Sisters... wearing a large, obviously fake mustache, and dressed like a baker. "Yu vant sveet, yeas?" Scanty continued in her terrible, terrible accent. Stocking probably would have noticed, but the prospect of actually getting some sweets clouded her judgment, and she bolted to the 'baker', eyes filled with greed. "What? You have sweets?" she demanded, ready to pound them if they were yanking her chain.
"Ja, I swell sveets from cart." Not-Scanty answered, gesturing to tons of boxes sitting upon a wooden cart. Stocking looked at them with suspicion. Nothing high quality ever came on a cart! And what was up with the weird writing on the boxes? She couldn't read that shit! "What the fuck is-" she began to ask before the disguised demon sister opened one of the boxes to reveal a warm, luscious blueberry pie, the scent instantly hitting Stocking and making her mouth salivate. She had to have it. All of it. "...I'll take it. All of it!" Stocking said. pointing to several other boxes with equally unintelligible text on them, labeling what they were. "How much?!"
Behind Scanty's comical mustache, she smiled evilly. Checkmate. "Ahh, I am new in thees coontry so..for cute lady, no chargink." she responded in her thick accent, nearly cackling evilly as she did. Stocking didn't even bother to thank them, taking every bit off the cart and bolting home with it. Scanty pulled off the mustache and began to cackle. The dumb angel couldn't read Demon! If she could, she would have seen that she had just taken a batch of Thunder Thigh Pies, Blubber Butt Bundt Cake, and Wideload White Chocolate Mousse. She'd have such a huge rear end that she'd never be able to wear stockings again! and then she'd be helpless!
The soon-to-be-pear-shaped Angel however, was none the wiser, and kicked open the door of what she called 'home', ready to gorge.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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