Kpop Demon Hunters vs The Totally Spies

Seoul was a city that never seemed to run out of things to offer. Between its neon-lit streets, bustling shopping districts and countless little cafés tucked away between skyscrapers, there was always something new to discover.

And nestled within its booming bosom were three women.

Experienced, battle tough, and ready to protect the world from those that threatened it. Just strutting through the city drew the attention of curious glances. One was cool and collected, another carried herself with an almost effortless confidence, while the third seemed to have enough energy to power the entire city.

The three women were currently sat in a boba tea shop. They raised their glasses and called out.

“To Korea!” as a group before drinking their drinks.

“Man! South Korea is, like, totally cool!” said the blonde, “And fresh boba is sooo tasty!”

The brown haired one nodded emphatically once she was mostly through her drink, “Yeah! Hey, once we’re done with the mission, we should go on a big shopping spree here!”

And lastly the intelligent ginger one smiled at her companions, taking a little more time to enjoy her boba. “We need to get through it first, Alex.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, Sammy. We always pull through in the end!” beamed Clover, giving Sam’s drink another clink with her own without prompt.

“Yeah!” agreed Alex, looking over to the boba board while considering another boba. “Sure, a lot of the missions are tough, but what can Korea throw at us that masked weirdos and fashion maniacs haven’t already?”

“Demons.”

Their heads all turned to the gravely voice coming from the counter. The boba seller’s head was low, a dark aura pouring out from behind him as he started to grow. His shoulders broadened, his fingers stretching into long, crooked claws. The little name badge on his apron briefly changed from ‘Kim’ to ‘Demon’ before it popped off and clattered onto the floor.

A moment later, his entire body had doubled in size, and his skin had taken on a violently violet complexion. Two enormous horns burst from his forehead, and his mouth stretched into a hideous grin before he roared out loud enough to shatter the glass of the boba machine.

The spies all looked at each other.

Then smiled.

“...well, that's our cue!” Clover chirped.

The three girls promptly abandoned their drinks, jumping out into poses while discarding their street clothes in an instant. All of them wearing their iconic skin tight uniforms as the creature lunged across the counter.

Despite its size and power, the spies were an elegant trio of acrobatic angels. Easily dodging its crazed swipes that broke concrete and tore holes to the neighbouring Shake Shack.

“Stupid demon! There’s only so many good boba places out there for women, you know!” Clover complained, ducking beneath a swinging claw.

“We’ll get better boba after, Clover!” called Sam, flicking out what appeared to be an ordinary compact mirror. With a flick of her wrist the device unfolded into a small circular mechanism, its surface glowing a brilliant blue as it scanned the creature. “Compowder analysis complete! This guy has several weak spots, and we know them all!”

“Ha! That’s good old WOOHP tech!” Alex cheered, keeping the demon’s attention on her with a taunting tongue. “So slow!”

“RAAARRRR!!”

Clover ran towards his back, brandishing her lipstick like it was her celestial sword, as Sam projected its weak spots from her compowder. With a leap, then a fast moving hand that drew several love hearts on the demon, she landed in front of him.

The demon roared, feeling the burning sensation of her drawings burn through his skin. He stumbled back as Clover smirked.

“Anti-demon burning lipstick! Guaranteed to stop any regeneration magic you may have tucked away…” she gloated, raising the lipstick to her mouth.

Alex quickly grabbed her wrist, “Don’t put it on.”

“Ah, right. Sorry! It’s just, like, totally my colour!” Clover chuckled sheepishly.

“KKILLLLLLL YOOUUUU!! EEEAAAATTT YOOUUUUU!!” it bellowed, bringing its arms high above its head to slam them down on the two spies in front of him.

But before he could, Alex whipped out a powder puff, quickly creating a pink hazy smoke screen that both her and Clover disappeared into.

The demon tried to slam where they were, but his fists were met only with the boba shop floor.

He tried to search for where they’d gone in the smoke, missing that all three girls were now behind him, charging their hair dryers.

“Ready?” asked Sam.

“Born ready!” Alex replied.

Clover smirked, “Let's make this quick. We have shopping to do!”

The lasers charged more, weapons glowing bright, combining their energy into a single concentrated beam that fired out from the hair dryers.

The demon turned just in time to see it coming.

And then-

SHING!

Just before the laser hit its target, a slash of golden blade cleaved the beast in two, dissolving into purple smoke. The laser blast crashed into the poor innocent boba machinery, causing a large explosion.

The three spies stood frozen, their weapons still raised, as three silhouettes in the smoke came into view.

Three young women stood there, dressed in extravagant stage outfits. One held a glowing golden blade, another a shining polearm, and the third played with some pure white daggers. Keeping their pose as the smoke cleared, leaving the two groups of three to stare at each other.

The one in the middle lowered her weapon. “Are you three okay?”

They all blinked.

“Woah… aren’t you three Huntrix?” asked Clover.

Alex tilted her head, “The k-pop band?”

“Why are singers finishing our mission?” said Sam, making the front girl, Rumi, tilt her head at them instead. “I mean, we appreciate the assist girls, but-”

“Wait. You three were fighting that demon?” said the tall one, Mira.

“With… hair dryers?” asked the short haired one, Zoey.

Clover nodded, “Uh, yeah, they’re gadgets.”

“And we nearly had him too,” said Sam, which seemed to piss the band off. She quickly shook her hands around in front of her, “But again, we appreciate-!”

“You didn’t have anything,” said Rumi, coldly cutting. “Demons aren’t something untrained humans can fight. You’re lucky that we were in the area, otherwise that thing would have eaten your souls…”

Sam frowned, not taking a step back from the threats. “As I said. We had it.”

A thick tension was in the air as the two groups seemed to size each other up. No one knew if they were about to debate, fight, or dance off, but something felt off.

Rumi’s eyes tightened, “Sorry, but who are you three?

“We-”

BEEP BEEP!

They all had a small window to look the left as the table they’d been sitting on made a noise. Suddenly, a hole opened up and wind sucked the three down into the dark ground before the floor slammed shut again. Leaving Huntrix to blink in confusion.

“Holy crap!” Zoey gasped, “Their bobas just ate them!”

“It wasn’t the boba.” Mira grumbled, slamming her weapon into the floor. It ripped open to show a long metallic slide, to parts unknown. “They got sucked down here.”

“We should go after them. They’re either in trouble, or need to be told to back off from hunting demons before they land in even bigger trouble,” said Rumi, to which the other two nodded. Jumping into the hole and sliding down.

---

“AAAAAAAH!”

Three familiar voices echoed through the enormous underground headquarters as a trapdoor suddenly opened in the ceiling.

Clover came tumbling out first, followed closely by Alex and Sam. The three landed in an untidy heap on the padded shay lounge, limbs tangled together. This wasn’t the first time they’d landed on top of each other in WOOHP Headquarters, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Though it was the first time that three more bodies landed on top of them.

“Ooof!”

“Where are we?!”

“MY HAIR!”

“Stop pulling!”

“AHH! Don’t grab THERE!”

“Sorry!”

“GET OFF ME!”

For a few seconds, the only sounds in the room were groans, complaints and the rustling of several very expensive-looking outfits.

Eventually, the six girls managed to separate themselves.

Sam, Clover, and Alex all adjusted themselves on one side, mostly focused on adjusting their hair and outfits. While Rumi, Zoey, and Mira all got into battle stances with their weapons ready.

Their environment was mostly metal, with only the couch they landed on and a desk with an office chair as decorations for the feng shui. The size of the room was larger than a small bungalow, but smaller than a large warehouse. There was an exit door behind them, and a huge screen that said WOOHP rotationally in front of them.

“Alright, what was that?! Where are we?! Demon territory?!” Zoey hissed.

“No, we’re not demons,” said Sam. “This is…” she trailed off, not knowing whether or not to tell the group of musicians about their super secret spy organisation after only minutes of meeting each other.

“This is WOOHP.”

All their heads snapped around to the chair behind the desk that spun around. A distinguished-looking older gentleman sat behind an enormous desk, calmly adjusting his glasses as though six young women hadn't just fallen out of his ceiling.

“Jerry!” the spies exclaimed.

“Hello, girls.” he said without breaking his smile, “Congratulations on your recent battle with that demon. It seems our technological advances into demon killing gadgets was worth it. Well done.”

“Thanks, though we didn’t actually get the kill,” said Alex, as they turned to the intruders.

Jerry nodded, “Ah yes. You must be Huntrix. I was wondering if my girls were going to encounter you during their fight with the demon.”

The three exchanged glances. “...you know who we are?” Zoey asked.

“Of course. I've been following your activities for quite some time. Your work protecting Seoul has been rather impressive.” said Jerry, “And, might I add, ‘Golden’ is my favourite of your songs.”

Mira raised an eyebrow. “So you know we're demon hunters?”

“Among other things, yes.”

Huntrix seemed mostly just annoyed, though they did lower their weapons, Rumi crossing her arms under her bust. “You gonna tell us where we are?”

“And what the hell is ‘WOOHP’?” asked Zoey.

“Are we in some kinky sex dungeon?” the deadpan Mira frowned.

“Don’t be alarmed. We aren’t in anything so tawdry as a sex dungeon. Just a secret bunker for our spy agency. Where we debrief, inform, and weaponise our spies for global security missions. We have them built all over the world, you know.”

“But mostly in our school,” said Alex.

“That makes it sound weirder than it is,” Sam hissed.

“We’re not usually called in after a mission though,” said Clover, “Is something wrong, Jerr? We wanna go shopping.”

He nodded with a slightly solemn frown, “Your shopping spree will have to wait I’m afraid, Clover, it’s right back out for another mission, girls. We have new reports of demon activity in the area, and while we’re here we need to find out their ties to our friend ‘The Collector’. I have new weapons for-”

“I’m sorry, I really need to cut in here.”

The four all turned to Rumi.

“Look, the spy stuff, pretty cool. I’m sure you’re all doing great work,” she said through a slightly strained smile, “But demons are not something any of you should be messing around with.”

Sam was getting equally annoyed, “We had it handled.”

“No. You didn’t.” Rumi shot down.

“Our lasers-”

“Are tested? Guaranteed demon killing weapons? Definitely wouldn’t have powered up the demon making him an unstoppable killing machine?” she snapped back at Sam, who didn’t have a full response. “I’m not trying to be a bitch here, but demons are way too dangerous to think anyone with a fancy gadget can handle them. Demons are creatures that will kill, maim, trick, and do anything they can to kill humans.” Rumi insisted. Taking a moment to swallow her pride and roll up her sleeve, to show off glowing purple veins. “I know, because I am half demon myself. Their strength is beyond anything any of you or your tech can handle. Please, for your own safety, leave them to us.”

Alex tilted her head, “Are all Kpop singers secretly demon hunters?”

“Nope. Just us.” said Mira. “Are all American spies dressed in such… wack-ass coloured onesies?”

Clover clicked her tongue. “Tch! You want to talk fashion?! You-!” she stalled, searching Mira for a second. “Dammit, they’re super fashionable!”

Jerry tried to bring the attention to the matter at hand, “I can assure you, Rumi. My girls have handled many threats to global peace for years now. Even something supernatural like demons are well within their skill sets.

“Your girls?” Zoey repeated. Bunching her hands up under her chin, “Aww! Are you a little family?”

“Wuh?! We're clearly not sisters!” Sam protested, pointing between their hair colours.

“To be fair, old dude could be a player,” said Mira, shrugging while pointing at Jerry.

“Jerry isn't like that!” Alex defended, then taking a moment to think, “Wait, are you Jerry?” He frowned at her, not wanting to dignify the question with an answer. Alex just shuddered, “Eww, I don't like imagining you with my mom at all.”

Clover clamped her hands on her head, “Ahh! Alex! Don't put that image in my head!”

“What? Of your mom with Jerry?”

“AHH! I was imagining your mom! Oh man… I’m totally gonna hurl…” Clover groaned, clutching her stomach.

Rumi gave a look to Jerry like she didn’t even need to prove her point to be correct. “And you’re expecting these girls to take on Demons?”

“Hey! Don’t talk about us like we’re not even here!” barked Sam, moving Rumi’s shoulder so she faced the spies again. “We’ve got tons of experience taking on all kinds of enemies!”

Mira crossed her arms, “I’m sure your battles against deranged shoe salesmen were legendary, but Rumi’s right. Demons are the big leagues, kids.”

“Mira. Don’t be mean,” Zoey hissed.

“Actually, we did fight deranged shoe salesmen once.”

“Alex. Don’t be honest.” Clover hissed.

Jerry stepped up again, “May I request a diplomatic approach? Surely at least some of WOOHP’s resources could assist in this mission?”

Rumi shook her head, “First of all, we can’t babysit you in a fight. If things go south, you’d all be liabilities rather than assets. Second, we don’t need any gadgets. We have everything we need to kill demons on our turf.”

“And thirdly you’re called ‘WOOHP’.” Mira added.

A slight irritated twinge flew across Jerry’s eyebrows, “The World Organisation of Human Protection protects as it says on the label. The world. My girls go where they need to go globally, including onto your ‘turf’.”

“Yeah! You tell em, Jerr!” Clover called out.

Sam chuckled, “You three talk big, but you couldn’t handle what we deal with.”

“Pfft. Okay. Let’s simmer down.” Zoey chuckled back

“What’s wrong? You scared of a little ‘shoe salesman’ now?” Alex taunted, waving her hands around.

“We can easily handle anything you spies went through!” Zoey shot back. “We saved the world!”

“We save the world three times a month!” Sam snarled.

“From fashion focused insane humans,” said Rumi. “What, do we have to kick the ass of your enemy just to prove you need to stand down?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

They all turned to Jerry, who clicked on a remote. A new visual appeared on the large screen, replacing the WOOHP logo. A fairly nice looking thirty year old man with thick luscious hair and thin glasses was spinning around in place with several smaller pieces of footage playing beside him. His suit was well maintained, and he had an award winning smile. Yet there were many videos playing around his rotating form showing battle he had with the spies, all in strange mechs that resembled mecha action figures. Goes to show you it isn’t always about looks, any guy can be a creep.

“The Collector has been spotted collecting Demons for his mad collection. Something about ‘Goth Waifus’ from what our intelligence can discern. I was about to send my girls off to fight him, but I believe Huntrix just volunteered to take care of the problem for us. Which means you’ll get your shopping trip, Clover.”

The spies all looked kinda bummed to be benched so quickly. “Uh, I’m kinda all fired up to kick creepy collector ass here, Jerr.”

“No need. I insist that a shopping trip is in order,” he repeated, giving a slight look to his girls that only they knew. “Meanwhile, Huntrix will be dispatched to The Collector’s aquatic base to take care of him, and any Demons he may have collected. I know you said you didn’t need assistance, but a small fighter plane has been prepared for take off, and it would be a shame to waste it, don’t you think?”

The singers all looked rather suspicious of the spy leader. It seemed legit, but something about it stank as well. Not that they had much of a choice if someone was collecting demons…

“Fine. And if we do this within the hour, I want all of you to give over your demon hunting tech.”

Jerry nodded, “Deal.”

---

Huntrix arrived on The Collector’s boat within the half hour, bobbing away in a lonely harbor in an abandoned part of the city. The ship itself felt like a metaphor for the owner. Atop its surface it resembled a large and luxurious-looking yacht, painted a brilliant white, its upper deck was lined with expensive furniture, a swimming pool, and enough champagne bottles to turn even a devout monk to a life of alcoholism.

Yet it was just below the surface was where all the seedy underbelly of truth lay. The ship was the size of a shipping container, so when Mira ripped open the deck it was clear there were many layers to this place. The first layer that they opened was a prison, with a wide open space surrounded by shadows covered by bars. A smell of metallic rot oozed out from the opened wound, along with one other smell: Demon.

“I can’t believe we agreed to this,” Mira huffed.

“The Demons are here, Mira,” said Rumi. “We’re protecting innocents, as is our duty. Those girls don’t know what they’re up against.”

Zoey smiled, “They were cute. Though it kinda felt like they fell out of the early two thousands, right?”

The other two took a moment to think then nodded in resounding agreement.

Then all three of them jumped down into the hole, landing in the center of the prison complex.

A speaker crackled overhead.

“Ah! My guests have arrived!”

The voice was smooth, excitable, and far too pleased with itself.

A monitor in the corner of the room flickered to life, revealing a rather rich looking man in a pure white suit with a light purple shirt tucked in, he had curly blonde hair, a thin pair of stylish glasses, and a smile that was both charming and also suggested he hadn't spoken to another human being in several weeks.

“Welcome, my unwelcome spies! I-” the man blinked, leaning into his monitor screen to clench his eyes tightly in focus. “You’re not the spies.”

“No shit! But we’ll still kick your ass just the same!” Mira yelled.

“Your business of collecting demons ends here, you corrupt Collector!” Zoey said with a pose.

Rumi joined in and got into a battle stance with her sword, feeling the presence of the demons in the cages surrounding them. “You are messing with forces you don’t understand! Stand down, or face the wrath of Huntrix!”

“Huntrix? My my, I must say, I wasn't expecting such a prestigious group of visitors! I laughed rigorously!” he laughed, lasting that little bit too long and a bit too rigorously. “I suppose I can trial my trials on some untested singers before the real spies show up! I said, running a hand through my hair before pressing this button!”

He tapped something on his desk.

A loud mechanical clunk echoed through the prison.

The three girls looked around, watching as the lights flickered on above the cages. Several of the demons began to stir, snarling and clawing at their bars. A few threw themselves against the metal, rattling their cages with enough force to shake the entire room.

Zoey swallowed, pointing forwards. “Um... girls?”

At the far end of the prison, every one of the large metal doors began to open. Something heavy could be heard moving behind it, accompanied by a series of metallic clicks and whirrs.

The demons weren’t just their usual horned selves, but pimped out with new mechanical parts surrounding their forms. Some of the smaller ones were wielding their own weapons of drills, claws, and buzz saws. While the larger ones looked like a gorilla had fucked a digger and this was their horrid offspring.

The large imposing demons loomed around them, filling the space completely.

To anyone with sense this would be a death sentence.

But for Huntrix, this was Tuesday.

As they nodded to each other, a mysterious beat emerged. Their weapons began to glow as the beat sent pulsing light through the corridor. The demons, despite their upgrades, looked nervously at the increasing tempo of the hunter’s song.

“Let’s do it!”

The battle was about as long as a single music track. Titled ‘Sole Soul Protectors of Seoul’, it combined high paced rhythmic beats, rap, and a lot of stabbing to create an amazing video of demonic death. Always looking perfectly in control of the situation, Huntrix danced around the room combining their strength and team work to eliminate demon after demon. Never letting up for a moment before finishing their duty on a stylish pose right as the music faded, going so quickly the battle lasting barely a paragraph in length.

“It’s over, Collector!” yelled Rumi, “Your demons are defeated and your plans are ruined!”

“So just give up and save us the hassle of hunting you down!” Mira agreed.

The collector’s face appeared on the screen again, and he just chuckled.

“My plans? Those demon things weren’t my plans.”

“...huh?”

“No! Those were just foot soldiers! Do you not know how these things work?” he laughed again, running a hand through his hair in sadistic glee. A single button press later and the hole they’d come through suddenly slammed shut, as the lighting of the room became only the red beacons above the cells. “You defeat my henchman, which, by the way, were rather expensive to procure for my collection, so thank you for that, I hissed sarcastically!” He yelled before composing himself, “No. You Huntrix women have pissed me off enough to show off my latest collection. A truly splendid assortment of plans from every villain the Spies have faced! I intend to finally capture them for my collection as three of the finest pieces of art in the world! I boldly proclaimed!”

“Well, we aren’t going to let you hurt them either! Boldly or otherwise!” Zoey retorted.

“We can handle anything you throw at them, clearly,” said Mira.

“Can you now? Do you even know the global threats those three have faced?”

The three girls looked at each other in a slightly shruggy confused way, “They said something about shoe salesman…?”

“EXACTLY, I YELLED!”

Suddenly, metal sprouted out from the floor they were standing on. None of them had enough of a chance to move as it clamped around their feet and ankles, trapping them to the ground.

“What the hell?!” Mira gasped.

Rumi slammed the metal around her feet with her sword, “It won’t come off!”

“Oh my god, are they dissolving our shoes?!”

No matter what they tried, the new metal boots wouldn’t come off. Not only that, but it became clear that it had vaporised their shoes, socks, and pantyhose to leave them bare against the cold metal inside. It was all happening so quick they hadn’t been able to sing their way out of it, and they would quickly lose that chance as Mira gasped out.

“AH!”

Zoey tried to grab her friend’s shoulder, “What is it?! OH!”

“AH! AHAHAHAHA! STOP!” Rumi exclaimed, unable to stop herself from laughing.

As you see, they were all being tickled with feathers through the boots.

Their bodies twisted and writhed as they struggled to stay upright. Laughing, shuddering, screaming, all as the unpleasant ticklishness coursed through their bodies. The boots were relentless, causing them all to drop their weapons. The unbeatable demon hunters and global phenomenon, reduced to tearful wrecks with just a bit of footplay.

For you see, Huntrix were stronger than the Totally Spies.

Faster.

Deadlier.

In all metrics, they should be able to take on any threat the spies could.

But what they lacked was experience.

Not experience in fighting, but experience in dealing with the on thing that their enemies often threw at the spies.

Fetishes.

---

The three spies returned from the shopping spree. In it, ten more demons had found the three and they’d taken them out with ease. Despite being more ditzy on the surface, they were still warriors with ‘skills to pay the bills’ as they’d say.

They dumped their many many many bags of clothes onto the shay lounge, stretching at the workout while complimenting each other’s purchases.

Sam was the only one not engaging, instead looking at the WOOHP screen of the Huntrix girls and The Collector.

“Hey Jerry, are they gonna be okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, Demons are one thing… but we have to deal with like, weirdos.” said Alex, agreeing with the sentiment that things might go awry. “Weird weirdos.”

“I’m sure they can handle anything thrown at them, girls,” said Jerry, sipping his tea while leaning back in his chair. “Besides, if they can’t then we can always have the superior trio go save them.”

They looked at each other then laughed. “You’re naughty sometimes, Jerr.” said Clover.

“Guilty as charged.”

---

The boots hadn’t come off easy.

The journey to the center of the boat had been even harder.

The corridors beyond the prison were stretched onwards in a long, winding maze of identical metal walls and red velvet floors. Each illuminated by a strip of fluorescent lighting that flickered just enough to make the whole place feel like an abandoned shopping centre. Every few metres there was another door. Some had little viewing windows, others had warning signs, and a couple had cheerful little labels that seemed wildly inappropriate for the underground lair of a demon-collecting madman.

Zoey slowly walked out from one of the doors, her face unimpressed as she presented the contents of where she’d just walked from, “Maid fetish room.”

“Dammit!” Rumi hissed, “Gah! Where is this asshole!” her frustrations were mounting quickly, and not because she visited the ‘Needs to pee fetish’ room. “And where’s the damn bathroom?!”

“Mmmpmph!”

“Mira’s head is on the ceiling again,” said Zoey, and Rumi quickly pulled on the string to drag their inflated friend back down to the floor. Mira’s spherical body was horrifying to all those not with that specific inflation fetish, who would positively love the images on screen leaking to the public right now. Google ‘inflation porn’ to find out more.

The three of them walked on to the next set of doors, basically resigned to having to check each room out now. This had already been going on a while already. Their weapons had been stolen during the ticklish feet debacle, and they’d determined that some of the doors will get them closer to their goal, but having to check each fetish room was seriously wearing them down. Inside the doors were usually empty rooms, maybe with some machinery or a button to press, but always something happened inside them that would change their bodies or their clothes. It was sickening.

After checking the closest two doors, they continued on to the next ones.

“I swore an oath to only ever harm demons in our quest… but I am going to KILL that guy!” Rumi hissed, adjusting her slingkini from making her nipple fall out its fabric again. The way it dug into her ready to burst pussy really wasn’t helping.

“I’m just happy I’m not fucking inflated anymore,” said Mira, scratching behind her ears, “That was positively awfurrrl.”

Zoey tilted her head at their newly fluffy companion, “Did you just make a pun?”

“Unyantentionally,” she replied, grimacing with her jagged teeth at her own cringey dialogue, “What a purrfect hell for me.”

They sighed. Between the many fetishes and the un-endingness of the corridor, the whole escapade was feeling rather sisyphean. Could the three ditzy spies really have done this better? Maybe a gadget or two would have helped them at least find the asshole that was trapping them here.

Zoey opened the next door, expecting any number of fetishes to affect her person next.

“Ah! You found me!”

There were no ominous warning signs, no suspiciously large buttons, no strange machinery humming away in the corners. Just a spacious office, decorated with expensive furniture, a large screen that took up most of the back wall, polished wooden floors, and a rather impressive collection of paintings. And The Collector, sitting in a chair.

“Wait, we found him?” asked Zoey, prompting the other two to poke their heads around the door.

“GET HIM!”

They all charged in, ready to tear the human apart for what he’d done to their afternoon.

“Oh dear! Seems I’m at a loss,” he smirked. “I said as I jovially played you for fools while snapping my fingers!”

The large screen behind him turned on.

---

The boots hadn’t come off easy.

The journey to the center of the boat had been even harder.

The corridors beyond the prison were stretched onwards in a long, winding maze of identical metal walls and red velvet floors. Each illuminated by a strip of fluorescent lighting that flickered just enough to make the whole place feel like an abandoned shopping centre. Every few metres there was another door. Some had little viewing windows, others had warning signs, and a couple had cheerful little labels that seemed wildly inappropriate for the underground lair of a demon-collecting madman.

Zoey slowly walked out from one of the doors, her face unimpressed as she presented the contents of where she’d just walked from, “Cheerleading fetish room.” she said, shaking her pom poms a little for emphasis.

“Dang it!” Rumi hissed, “Gah! Where is he?!” her frustrations were mounting quickly, stomping her thick thighed legs impatiently after visiting the ‘Muscular leg fetish’ room. “Makes me wanna… do some crunches! Rargh!”

“Mmmpmph!”

“We can’t understand you with that ball gag in your mouth, Mira.” said Zoey, picking up her friend that had visited the ‘Bondage fetish room’ and throwing her over her shoulder as they walked.

It was strange. Something about this whole endeavour was feeling both sisyphean and also full of deja vu. Each door was identical to the last but it also made Huntrix think deep down that they’d opened the door before.

Rumi exited her door with a large afro atop her head. “Where’s Mira?”

“I popped her in there, but she hasn’t come out yet,” said Zoey, pointing to the door opposite where Rumi had come out. “It’s probably another hypnosis room.”

“Mm. Probably.”

They stayed there staring at the door Mira was in for a few minutes. Adjusting their new clothes and new hairdos while casually waiting around for her to finish. Soon enough, Mira stumbled out of the door, derobed of her bondage gear, wearing instead just a splattering of cum across her face and chest.

“What kind of hypnosis was it this time?” asked Zoey, nonplussed by the image of her friend like this.

“Tech,” said Mira, stretching herself out before pointing at the chip on her forehead.

“Nice. I still get to see these endless beautiful colours,” said Zoey, pointing to her eyes as they swirled from blue, the green, to yellow, over and over again in repeating patterns. Then she posed with her pom poms, “Give me a green! Yellow! Blue! Green! Yellow! Blue!”

Rumi pouted, her own eyes rotating in a black and white swirl. “I haven’t been hypnotised at all yet. No luck for me, you two keep finding all the fun hypnosis rooms. How’s the tech feel?”

Mira, whose eyes were glowing purple from the tech, licked up the last of the cum from her face, “Pretty good. Like Master can reprogram me to be his willing slut at any point.”

“Lucky,” the other two said in unison.

There was a beat where they all stood there. Mira raised an eyebrow, wondering why they weren’t moving on, as her friends’ hypnosis riddled eyes seemed to be locked onto her bare chest. “You can clean me off if you want.”

“Thanks Mira!”

The two shorter members of Huntrix quickly descended onto their friend’s tits. Licking and suckling every rope of jizz that had been freshly pumped onto Mira. Their eyes rolled back in glee as they moaned loudly, positively adoring every taste of cum they got. “Ohh, god that’s so good! Master’s cum tastes even better than a Kimbap!” Rumi cooed.

“Mm! I know it’s just the hypnosis, but I could seriously drink that stuff for days!” said Zoey, earning emphatic nods from the other two.

They continued on. Strutting with confidence that they’d soon find who they were looking for. Each room may be that little bit more twisted of a fetish, but for some reason the three were also beginning to warm to the experiences with each door they opened.

There were mud rooms and rave rooms. Wig rooms and shrink rooms. Rooms that would force you into pajamas, and rooms that would make you suck on bananas. More rooms than you could shake a stick at. (Which is what Rumi did, as she came out of one room as a well endowed futa to fuck her friends in the endless fetish corridor.)

At first they were trying out each door solo, to minimise how many fetishes each ran into. But soon Huntrix were confused by their own decisions. Why wouldn’t they experience as many fun fetish rooms as possible?

The three scissored like crazy in the ‘Become an Amazonian body size fetish room’,

They gave each other wedgies in the ‘Sexual humiliation fetish room’.

With rough tongues they licked each other’s fur clean in the ‘Become a furry room’.

Attacked by tentacles. Swapped personalities. Became masochists. Lounged by a pool. Got to work as bunny-girl waitresses. Wore only socks. Got covered in gum. Sneezed a lot. Literally any type of fetish, they would encounter it, and thanks to the hypnotic effects on their minds, loved it.

By this point, each room provided them with a fresh orgasm by the end of it. Even if it was as simple as eating semen covered food, licking each other’s armpits, or getting fucked by demon goons in a room while wearing succubus outfits, they all wore wide grins through it all. Sometimes even going so far as to perform new songs for the particularly enjoyable fetishes.

The Collector watched with sick glee as these famous idols became his perverted puppets. His collection may have shifted slightly, but these three were just the type of girl he wanted to play with. Sometimes he would slip into the room, changing how they perceived him or how they felt about him until they were willingly spreading themselves before him. Whatever their ‘master’ desired in the room, living through each of his sexual fetishes with just as much glee as he had to craft them. The money he’d spent to craft this watery maze was well spent, and the videos of Huntrix’s fall would easily fund his collective habits for years.

Huntrix had totally lost all sense of where they were, why they were here, and what they were doing this all for.

All that mattered was the next fetish room.

Which is why it was quite a shock when three spies appeared before them after blasting a hole in the roof.

“There you are!” exclaimed Sam, lowering her laser dryer. “What are you three wearing?”

Huntrix all blinked in confusion, looking up at the smoke cloud in their Arabian outfits with confusion. The three almost struggled to recognise who they were talking to for a second. “Huh?” said Rumi, “W-weren’t you supposed to give us an hour?

“An hour?! You’ve been missing for like a week!” Clover exclaimed, throwing a rope ladder down.

Mira clutched her head, “R-really…? That can’t be right… what have we been doing?”

“It took us ages just to track down the boat after it drove off from the bay! Just, come on, you’re free!” said Alex, trying to signal them to climb quick

“Free…?” asked Zoey, looking at the rope ladder, then beyond it at the endless corridor. “But there are still rooms to check…”

“Yeah,” agreed Rumi, “We can’t leave when we’re so close. Master could be in any one of these.”

The spies blinked.

“Uhh… did she just say ‘master’?” asked Clover.

“Oh no,” sighed Sam, feeling like she knew what was coming.

“OH HELLO SPIES!” The three spun around to see the video feed of a smirking schmoozer with a god complex. “How good to see you! I said while lying!”

“Collector!”

“Let Huntrix go!”

“This is like totally messed up!”

“Oh, they’re free to do as they please~” he shrugged, “Including following my orders to capture you! Now!”

Maybe if Huntrix hadn’t recently gone into the ‘Muscular women fetish room’ then the spies wouldn’t have been able to fight their way out of the next few seconds. But unfortunately for them, Huntrix were too fast and strong, placing their hands on a spy’s arms each to raise them above their heads.

“Woah!”

“Let us go!”

“Break free!”

They weren’t listening. The week-long hypnotic trance they were in had locked in far too deeply now, and master’s orders were completely absolute. Huntrix were his new henchwomen, and they continued to follow his instructions to drag the spies to the nearest hypno room.

“Sam!” exclaimed Alex, concern oozing in her voice as Zoey carried her in the front.

“I’m trying!” said Sam, having just enough wiggle room in Rumi’s grip to fire her laser watch. Rumi just easily dodged, then masterfully kicked the watch in twain. “Yowch! How strong are they?!”

“Let me go you big dumb fashionable idiot!” screamed Clover, kicking as hard as she could against Mira but to literally no effect. “Not to totally freak here, but I’m seeing a big swirl incoming!”

“Don’t look at it!” Sam barked.

Clover’s legs stopped kicking, “T-too late…”

“No! Alex, close your eyes!”

“So pretty…”

Sam grimaced beneath her clenched eyelids. Surely she could figure out some way out of this. They had all these demon fighting gadgets, but nothing strong enough to fight seasoned Demon Hunters! What was she going to do?!

“Too bad, Spies! Maybe next time don’t send stronger replacements to fight your battles!” The Collector chortled from his control panel, “Now… become mine!”

Sam could feel her body be spun around, no longer facing the giant hypnotic screen.

Then she was kissed. Hard.

Rumi had latched herself onto Sam’s face, and in the confusion Sam couldn’t help but open her eyes to figure out what was happening. She thought that facing away from the screen would make it okay, but what she failed to notice was the same spiral reflected in Rumi’s eyes. The spiral that she was now staring deeply into, as she melted into Rumi’s kiss.

The Collector watched as all three pairs of women began to make out with each other. Spy gadgets and outfits discarded by the singers, until all the mind controlled women were just completely naked.

It became a cacophony of lewdness down there, perfectly framed by the large spiral forever turning on the screen. Alex licked Zoey so deeply and rapidly it looked like she was eating her as she would a melting ice cream cone. Mira and Clover were sixty nineing, passionately finding out each other's weak spots and pleasure zones with their tongues. And the leaders of the groups, Sam and Rumi, were scissoring. All animosity between the pair had vanished, leaving only two exceptionally wet women to mash and rub their genitals together for their master. It was hot, it was fast, and so very erotic to watch.

Once they'd successfully brainwashed the spies, both groups walked off together. All of them hurrying into the next room, the next fetish, the next part of his collection. They would forever be a part of it, of the randomised rooms documenting the spy group's greatest wins, now the source of their ultimate failure. Using it like an eternally running model train set, The Collector could just let them run free on his ship while reaping the rewards.

He had won.

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Epilogue:

The ship was floating in the ocean, far away from the prying eyes of WOOHP. The sun was setting on another beautiful day, and The Collector was sitting on his favourite deckchair by his pool. A demon walked over and handed him a perfectly shaken martini, which he casually took and began slurping.

It was almost time for the show to begin.

Rarely did he let his collection leave their toybox, but some days he wanted to revel in the little things. Glory and victory over his enemies, especially those annoying spies that now surrounded his crotch with eager tongues hanging at the ready. Some days he felt like he wanted Sam’s mouth, others he chose Clover’s ass or Alex’s tits, whichever sparked his fancy. Today was a trio day, and he gestured with three fingers only briefly before they all began blowing his cock together.

With his immediate entertainment locked in, he could enjoy the beat that had begun to thump on the nearby stage beside the pool.

Huntrix appeared. All wearing skimpy bikinis, somewhat resembling their stage costume colours, but that barely covered any part of their skin. Even with how little fabric there was, they still managed to cut out nipple and pussy holes, clearly wearing outfits for erotic style over practicality. Their eyes were locked on their master as they began to perform only for him.

Lights burst out from behind them, with the screen behind them reading out:

“Master's Own”

Rumi led:

“I had a sword, I had a name,
I had a city that knew my fame,
There was a door, there was a room,
I went inside and I became-”

Zoey cut across her, singing her part closer to a rap:

“-Something new! Something better!
Each new fetish just makes us wetter!
From furs to lace, then a new headspace!
Following our master, the best trend setter!”

Mira strutted forward before bending low on the stage, the beat changing to a slower tempo:

“I don’t want the sword back, I don’t want the fame,
I just wanna get fucked, and scream my master’s name,
We love The Collector, he put us all to shame,
Every time he sees me, my pussy is inflamed!”

They came back together on the chorus, dancing as one, shoulders shifting, bodies elegantly slinking around like three lamias come to life.

“Master's slaves, master's slaves!
Controlling our brainwaves!
We dance for his lo~ve!
And we hope we are his faves!”

The song continued far beyond the writer’s ability to convey the tone of the tune, if it was ever even there in the first place. The Collector was pleased throughout, not only because he had three girls on his dick, but because he had such a wonderful set of bonus girls that were beyond his wildest dreams. They’d already defeated several attempts by WOOHP to save the three spies, and although he occasionally had to let them fight demons (for ‘the sake of the world’ or whatever), they were so deeply hypnotised they always came running back to him.

“Amazing work, my works of art! I beam in pride!” he said while applauding.

“Thank you, Master,” they said together, and bowed their heads.

“Hmm, now, everyone line up!” he said, clapping his hands. The three girls blowing him and the three on stage all went into a bad scramble, as they all placed their hands on the stage and lined up for him. Six huge peaches all eager and wet for him. He took his time to walk down the line slowly, squeezing Alex’s ass, then rubbing up Mira’s slit, spreading Clover’s asshole, flicking Zoey’s clit, before ending on a double handed pussy penetration of both Sam and Rumi. He had fucked all of them so many times now, but with how many variable fetish machines he had access he would never tire of them. Nor they, him. “I may not have collected your virginities, but I will still own your insides forevermore!”

“Yes, Master!”

AN: I really do pick the weirdest fucking ideas sometimes don't I? It's two niche franchise picks in one! I probably could have landed the idea more sexier, but hopefully it was a fun ride nonetheless lol.