♡ Mercy- Pampered Puppy ♡ (Angel Power + 2)

"My own stress levels aside, I don't think Bugs is really the most devilish member of the Soldiers of Fortune. If anything, she's been surprisingly reasonable, apart from that time she tried to bite my hand. I think we can afford to go a little easy on her," Robin telepathically told her two guardians. "Although she looks like she could take whatever we'd dish out..."

Colline gave a soft chuckle as she maneuvered to rest behind Robin at the base of her neck, just above the shoulder blades. "Hm hm. You're probably right, Ms. Redd. That's why we should invert her expectations in a way she'd never expect. Leave it to me and I promise, I'll have her sitting and staying like an obedient puppy," the angel whispered into Robin's ear.

"Counting on you, Colline," Robin responded awkwardly, as she felt the angel's body begin to enter her own. Colline's physical manifestation into a human-like form faded, allowing her to transform into an intangible warmth inside of her host's body, spreading from core to fingertips. The halo that beamed above her head and angelic wings unfurling behind her back caused the other mercenaries to stumble backwards once again, leaving just their ringleader standing at the front.

Bugs still grinned defiantly-- or perhaps that was just the only face she made? "An angel, huh? Wasn't anything 'angel-like' about what I planned to do if you lost, heh. You'd better not be planning to take it easy on me," she snarled.

"I am, Ms. Bugs. I am planning to take it very easy on you."

"... Huh?"

Night began to fall on the mercenary camp and with it, a strange, unusual hush. Ordinarily, even at this hour, the rough and tumble ladies of the Soldiers of Fortune would be laughing it up, getting drunk off their asses, maybe doing some after-hours weapon testing despite the poor visibility, and Bugs would surely have joined them in their camaraderie.

Instead, every merc was giving Bugs the cold shoulder, determined to avert their eyes from the fate of the one they considered the toughest in their number.

Seeing Bugs wearing a dog collar just sort of made sense. She always wore a chain choker anyways and she had sort of dog-like mannerisms. If being walked around the camp, naked on all-fours, was the worst of it, they were all ready to see that. This punishment went far beyond that and took it in a decidedly different direction than any of them had been prepared for. Even the ordinarily unflappable Lieutenant Bugs was having a hard time keeping her protests down.

"Ya can't be serious-!" she sputtered, attempting to bat away Colline's scrubbing brush with one hand.

"I'm quite serious. We are never going to get those nasty tangles out if you don't hold still, Ms. Bugs!" the angel-infused Robin Redd chastised her, dumping another bucket of water over the mercenary's head to rinse out the soap, before resuming the task of straightening out all of her curls. "Look at this mess. Have you ever shampooed before, even once in your life? Rhetorical question: I know you haven't, because the way you smell tells me so!"

"Please, I'm beggin' ya, do me like ya did Flowers earlier! I can't take this shit!" Bugs whined, as her legs were pulled out of the tub.

Robin scrubbed them ruthlessly (but with an angel-soft touch), getting all spots, before immodestly soaping down the generous tuft between the other girl's legs. "Now, now. Aren't you a big girl to be complaining like you are? Settle down! Some of these spots... seem like... they've never been washed... before!" she grunted, really putting her back into the scrubbing.

The cantankerous bath proceeded on and on, until finally, Robin stepped away, wiping sweat from her brow. "Phew! Don't you feel better now that you're squeaky clean, Ms. Bugs?"

Bugs wasn't allowed to stand on her hind legs for the duration of her punishment, so she crawled out from her tent on all fours instead. She'd been dried and toweled off, so she was no longer dripping wet, but still, she crawled on her knees and hands in her birthday suit with her massive ass pointed up in the air behind her. Her black choker had been swapped out for a pink one, bearing a little gold plate with her name (nickname?) embedded in it and a long leash leading back to Colline's hand. The collar included a bright pink harness that wrapped her body, as though to safely stop her from running loose, and little gold wings that were purely for decorative purposes, like one might dress up their dog.

Perhaps worst of all, her face had been done up with makeup, including bright pink blush on the cheeks and lipstick. Her hair had been redone from its waves of unkempt tangles, now combed straight with neatly trimmed blunt bangs. All of this was quite at odds with her body piercings, which remained unchanged, with her long breasts dragging their pierced nipples in the dirt under her.

"Oooh, you're so pretty, Ms. Bugs! Do the trick like I told you!"

"Not a bloody chance!"

"You're going back on your promise? I can keep you in a kennel if you're not going to be a good dog."

"Grrrrrrrghgh...." Bugs snarled, then rolled over onto her back with a huge thud that seemed to shake the ground for a moment. She wiggled her hips for a moment, then put her "paws" up in the air, showing her belly.

Colline-possessed Robin rubbed the mercenary's tummy with a cheerful smile. "Good girl! Good good girl! Who's a good girl?! Who who who? Is it you? Is it you, Little Bugsy Wugsy?!"

Bugs cast her eyes in the direction of a mercenary who was trying hard not to stare at the spectacle. The woman averted her eyes and scampered off in the other direction.

Lucky Betty gulped. "Why does it feel like your mercy is worse than my punishment I'd thought up? Isn't it supposed to be 'mercy?'"

"I am being merciful! We're both having a great time! Bugsy is so nice and behaved and I get to have a doggie for a pet like I always wanted! Tis a blessing for us both!" Colline spoke through Robin's lips, before suddenly gasping and screwing up her eyes, as though in pain.

With a sudden thrust forward of her chest, Robin expelled Colline out of her like a bullet, launching the little angel across the camp. Awkwardly, she looked down to where she was still patting Bugs's bare belly with her hands, rubbing one palm over her belly-button stud. "Um... This got weird for both of us, so... let's both just agree to put it behind us, right?"

"I've never felt like this during me whole time as a soldier, Redd. You're a scary one," the other girl laughed awkwardly, still kicking her leg unconsciously in satisfaction.

"The largest woman I've ever seen is calling me scary," Robin sighed.

Whatever the case, with Bugs soundly subjugated, Robin knew there wouldn't be anyone more tough in the camp to face her. That meant the other soldiers ought to fall in line, and yet, she still didn't feel like she'd taken care of the large karmic debt that she'd entered the camp intending to face off against. Was there someone left more fearsome than Bugs after all?

TO BE CONTINUED WITH NEXT CHALLENGER