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Something Else	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 7196 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Within four years, Shadaloo had grown to an unstoppable beast of power. Expanded to all seven continents of the world with every major organization under Bison's helm, the Master of Psycho Power had become the most powerful man in known world history. Nothing stood in his way, nothing could stand in his way.
Military powers tried and failed. Crushed with extreme prejudice. Interpol, MI6, CIA...they were summarily gutted and tossed away like worthless fish in a tank of sharks. The inevitable was coming and the world powers knew the fact to be true. Dreading the other foot to fall, each day became worse and worse for everyone.
Except, of course, for Lord Bison and Shadow Lady. The pair reveled in their victory and celebrated with enough debauchery that could make Lucifer blush. Every murder was a fetish inkling and every acquisition was met with passionate kisses.
Shadow Lady loved Bison so deeply that she eagerly supported and encouraged Bison in all walks of life. The two weren't married but they shared a deeper bond that marriage couldn't even compete with. They could read each other's minds, soothe each other's moods, and work in total tandem.
She was Bison's enforcer. His bodyguard. His lover. His slut. His slave. His commander. His shadow. His complete other half.
To say that Shadow Lady was made for Bison would be accurate, especially since he created her from dust and psychotic obsession to serve him. And Shadow Lady certainly hungered for his touch and praise.
Vega and Balrog couldn't even compete with Shadow Lady. As well they figured out the fact, they also knew that their time in Shadaloo would be short once the inseparable duo figured out how to run the criminal league themselves. All the other commanders could do was wait and wait until their card was pulled as they had nowhere else to run.
In the darkened office of a Hong Kong police office, Daro had been smoking up a chain of tobacco. Shadaloo had ordered him months ago to bring the one known as Ryu Hoshi before Bison but every time that Daro attempted to lure the famed fighter, Ryu bolted like a deer. No amount of money or prize fights could get the martial artist to come back.
Ryu had gone on Bison's radar after he had destroyed Fei Long in a publicized street match using a dark form of energy that Bison had never seen before. Fei Long stood zero chance, rendering himself immobile in a hospital bed for weeks.
Bison wasn't accepting failure. Daro didn't want to know why Bison wanted Ryu but damn, he sure did.
The doors and windows were locked. Secured. His gun laid on his desk. His police radio in his pocket for backup. Daro was ready for anything.
Except, however, a massive psychic explosion that disintegrated his flimsy wooden door. Daro widened his eyes, seeing a slender figure step forwarded into his office. The worst kind of figure, second to only Bison himself.
Shit.
Shadow Lady, in all of her glory, stood before his desk. Beautiful, elegant, and deadly. Her dress was a modified red and black with gold accents cheongsam lingerie top that exposed her back and shoulders. Her collar was a low, heart neckline that pinned around her breasts. The slender and heightened skirt wove intricately around her muscular legs as a gold chain belt rested on her hips. Her lacy stockings and boot heels perfectly matched up with her notorious oxhorn buns.
Two spiked bracelets with her signature collar. Definitely the Lady of Shadaloo.
"Daro," Lady crooned, sweeping towards him, "You weren't trying to avoid us, were you? You didn't show up for our meeting."
"I don't have Ryu." Daro held on his courage, "He won't…"
"You said," Lady gestured with a condescending flick of her forefinger, "And I quote 'I'll get Ryu Hoshi myself. He's no matter.' Lord Bison warned you of being too overconfident and here you are, lacking Ryu."
Daro didn't know what to say so out of animal instinct, he tried to flee for the door. However, Lady extended her palm as a fiery purple flame exploded in front of Daro, forcing him back.
"Don't try to run for your mistakes, Daro." She chided, "You wasted my Master's time. Time he could have spent doing much more productive things like ruling this Earth."
Daro glared, "Listen, bitch, I have been part of Shadaloo longer than your sorry ass. I'm the reason you are here."
"Wrong. Master is the reason I am here." Lady corrected him, circling him, "You're just one thread in his tapestry. Easily broken."
In fury, Daro swung at her but she was faster. Lady grabbed his throat, squeezing him purple in the face as she grinned sadistically at his tight whimpers.
"Lord Bison doesn't appreciate your lack of response." Lady said rather casually, "I will not tolerate excuses. You promised Ryu. You don't have Ryu and Shadaloo has little time to spare on wishy washy people like you."
"Just because some whore thinks…" Daro hissed, feeling her grip tighten on his neck. Lady chuckled, amused at his statement.
"I am proud to be Lord Bison's whore. Just as much as I am proud to be his commander and slave." Lady started with grace and control, "You, on the other hand, are nothing to him. Trash. Expendable."
The police captain struggled to push air into his lungs, finally relenting to her power. He attempted to tap himself out but his arm swung too wide and grazed her leather collar.
As if something snapped within her, Lady begun to descend into madness. Pure, unadulterated psychotic meltdown started to erupt as if Daro stabbed her with a knife.
"Don't you ever touch Lord Bison's possessions!" Lady bellowed in rage, the purple flames appearing from her body, "You will die for trespassing against my master!"
Daro's body convulsed, as if something was breaking under his skin. Then, he split like a wishbone from his collarbone down to his ribs as powerful energy tore him apart. The radio slipped out of his torn trousers, shattering the cheap plastic casing into pieces. The whirring static began to melt the interface speakers, rendering Daro's final cries unheard.
After several minutes, Shadow Lady dropped the useless husk of a man to the ground. Composing herself, Lady brushed off the errant dirt and blood.
"Disgusting man." She said to herself, "I'll have to take a boiling shower to get his touch off Master's property."
Lady picked up the broken radio, inspecting it. It was completely unable to function but the lights and knobs still worked.
"Oh…Master's son would love this." She commented, putting it away on her person, "I hope he's alright. I miss Master and him so much…"
Bison was burning the midnight oil, sitting at his desk with reports neatly stacked next to him. The dim yellow lights in his office made it relaxing to ease through work.
There were small, muffled sounds from the front of his desk as if someone was humming idly. While Bison's office was immaculate, there were scattered crayons and loose leaf paper in a small enclosed area.
A young toddler of four, with handsome blue eyes and dark black hair, was laying on his stomach with his legs kicking the air. His long sleeved uniform, a dark purple, was neatly ironed and pressed.
"Daddy!" The young boy suddenly said, "Will Mommy like this?"
Bison lifted his glance up to see his son's newest artwork. While he could gather that the more humanlike figures were his mother and the boy, the orange and green splotches were a total mystery.
"What are all the other colors, Niran?" The dictator questioned, not wanting to push his luck. His son had a very rough episode when he found out his precious mother was delayed and Bison didn't want to go through that again.
"Blood and guts!" Niran excitedly said, "Mommy is protecting me and killed all the bad men and you're over here!"
Bison noticed the purple scribbles at the top, like a depiction of God.
"Blood is red though," His father commented, "And why is it all green?"
"They all had gangrene." Niran answered, "Like the zombie movie!"
Bison really should stop letting Niran watch that old horror film. He couldn't imagine why Niran was so fascinated with the monsters (to the point of rooting for them) but his mother convinced Bison that it would help explain death better.
His son was definitely some sort of budding sociopath. Bison spotted other drawings; crude renditions of his mother and father murdering people as well as happy moments as a family.
However, one drawing that was partially hidden caught Bison's eye. Two people, all flesh colored, were straddling each other awkwardly.
"Niran, what did you draw?" Bison curiously asked, wondering if it was some preliminary sketch. Niran picked up the drawing.
"I drew you and Mommy working late!" Niran beamed, as if it was the greatest concept, "That's Mommy sitting on you and you're telling her what to do!"
Bison cocked an eyebrow. The boy was astute, more than the Shadaloo leader gave him credit for. While it was no secret, he'd rather not cultivate some Oedipus complex. Niran already had an unhealthy attachment to his mother.
"Why don't you give that one to me, Niran." Bison said, "Your mother would like the other one better."
"Okay!" His prince got up, handing over the drawing, "Daddy, when Mommy home?"
"When will Mommy be home?" Bison corrected his grammar, folding up the drawing, "And soon. Don't you dare start another tantrum or I will not be happy."
Niran frowned, his eyes clearly very angry, but when Bison leveled him with his own stare, the child backed off like a juvenile wolf against the leader.
"You know that Mommy always belongs to me, Niran." Bison reminded him sternly, "Not you. You will never have her to yourself."
"Yes, Daddy," Niran withdrew quite a bit, "You own Mommy. Mommy yours."
"Good boy." He praised, "Remember that."
Niran suddenly heard familiar footsteps before he scrambled towards the door. Bison merely glanced from his chair as he went back to his reports.
"Mommy!" The boy greeted loudly as Lady picked her son up. Lady was wearing her traveling coat and wide brimmed hat, carrying a satchel bag on her side. Niran laughed in delight as his mother hugged him tightly.
"My sweet boy! I'm so happy to see you!" She answered, giving him a big kiss on the cheek as she twirled him, "Did you have a good time while I was gone?"
The first born of Shadaloo nuzzled her, "Yes, Mommy. I drew you a picture but it's not done yet! You can't see it!"
Lady made a dramatic gesture, "I would never peek at a surprise gift. I can't wait to see it. It'll go right on my dresser next to my other pictures. Is my little prince Niran tired? It's very late."
"I asked Daddy if I could stay up!" Niran replied, snuggling into her bosom, "Did you know that squids can be really big?! Like this big!"
He extended his tiny arms out as far as he could before wiggling his fingers.
"It's actually bigger than even that, Mommy!" Niran finished, "Daddy took me to see his lab and there's the biggest monster down there and it's a squid!"
"No, Niran. I had no idea! You must have had a good day with your father!" Lady gushed over him, "Such a clever boy. Were you a good boy for your father, Niran?"
"Yes, Mommy!" He enthusiastically answered, hugging her around the neck, "I missed you!"
"I missed you too, dear," Lady smiled, kissing him on the head, "I have a present for you!"
Niran grabbed her collar before Lady lightly slapped it away, scolding him.
"No, sweetheart. That's your father's." Lady chided him, "You don't touch your father's things. You know better."
"Yes, Mommy." He obediently cuddled her, "Daddy's things. Mommy and Daddy. Daddy owns Mommy."
Lady stroked his hair, "Want your new toy?"
Niran greedily giggled as she fetched something from her bag. It was the broken police radio that Lady had taken off her target.
"Wow, Mommy!" The boy excitedly said, "Thank you! I want to play now! Can I play before bed? Please?"
"You're going to have to ask your father." Lady told him before Bison, who had been silently observing the whole interaction, lightly tapped his pen.
"Niran, it's very late. You need to sleep. I only said you could stay up until Mommy got home." He reminded his young child, "Time for Daddy and Mommy to talk."
"Go on to your room, sweetie. Make sure you don't drop your toy. I'll come by later and tuck you in. Tell your father goodnight." Lady set him down, watching him run off with his new possession.
"Goodnight, Daddy!" Niran bid his father good-bye as he left the room. Lady brushed off her clothes and took her accessories off before approaching her master.
Bison rest his chin on his hand, quite amused, "A broken radio, hm?"
"It has buttons and noises. I knew he'd love it." She answered, kneeling before her Lord, "Master. I did what you asked. He won't be a problem."
"Excellent, Agent Shadow Lady." Bison praised, "Come here, my dear. I have a gift for you as well."
Lady straddled his lap as Bison fished out a rectangular box from his desk drawer. She gently took the present and opened the lid.
Inside was a pair of black silk gloves, making her touch them softly.
"You can wear these for me." He said, "And use them during our sessions, of course."
"Of course, Master." Lady nodded, smiling as she kissed him, "I love you. Shall I attend to you, my Lord?"
"In a moment." Bison pulled her for another kiss, "Niran missed you awfully bad. Perhaps I should keep you here more often. I almost thought he would be inconsolable when he found out you were delayed. He nearly lost control of his power and almost strangled his nursemaid to death. Had I not been there to beat his psychic connection into submission, he might have killed the whole floor."
"Your son is very important to me." Lady replied, "I love him so much. I hope he grows up to be just like you. I am sorry he caused trouble. His power is growing so fast that it's difficult to keep him back."
"Our son." Bison corrected her, "And don't be sorry: I am quite proud his gifts have exceeded my expectations. You're quite the mother and Niran needs you at this formative time where his energy is manifesting into physical properties. This little acquisition will keep you busy here for a few months. It should be a perfect time to give you another baby. A daughter, maybe."
Lady squealed, hugging him around his neck and kissing him, "Master! I love you! Thank you! But what about my work?"
"I trust you'll do just fine. I'll assign someone to help with the heavy lifting and going off base, love. And if anyone touches my pregnant lover, I'll tear their vocal cords through their spine." He answered, stroking her leg.
She nuzzled his chin, "Thank you, Master. I love you so much. Another baby...I loved being pregnant. Master, may I start working on the baby with you now?"
"Of course." Bison smirked, "Right after you strip for me and give me your oral report."
Lady grinned, standing up and undoing the pins that held her dress together. In moments, it fell around her feet as she kicked it behind her like it was trash. Her bare breasts hung freely and she slid her panties off her stockings. Lightly plucking the lacy inserts around her thighs, Lady let each stocking slip off and slid around her ankles before pulling them off.
Nude, she kneeled again before him and opened his pants with her teeth. Bison watched her with an unbreaking stare, seeing her engulf his member completely in her mouth. Her lipstick started to smudge on his skin a bit, leaving light red marks.
He forgot who she replaced but it wasn't as sweet of a deal as this.
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