Twinks in Space: Fantastic Voyage - Part Two - 57. Chapter 57 - The Bonanza, Part 3

It was night. The city of Boullia Bay was dark, and inside Her Majesty’s Hole, the dragstravaganza was still in full swing. The children had all been escorted to a local community center for an all-night lock-in with several of the parental queens, who had games and snacks and all sorts of fun things for the kids to do until they passed out from exhaustion.

In Her Majesty’s Hole, the adults-only portion of the show was about to begin, and the music grew louder. The audience cheered, as an enormous diva stepped onto the stage. Not only was she tall, but her body was also thick, and she was strapped in a pair of towering high heels.

“Ya’ll know me and all this sizzlin’ lusciousness.” The queen stroked her hands up her curvy body. “I’m Princess Poppycock, and may I present the newest member of my drag family, Toodle Lou!”

A petite queen in a black miniskirt and frilly pink tank top scampered up and stood beside Princess Poppycock. Toodle Lou waved at the crowd and looked up at the diva next to her. “Hey there, big sis!”

“At nearly four-hundred pounds,” Princess Poppycock replied with a chuckle, “yer damn right I’m your big sis!” She wrapped the tiny queen in a one-armed embrace and lifted her off the ground. Toodle Lou squealed with glee, as Princess Poppycock added, “And here comes our mama, goddess of the hottest family in the universe, Family Thang, please welcome Profull Axis!”

A bald queen stepped into the spotlight. The crown of her head shimmered. “It’s makeover time!” she declared, stretching her arms out to the sides. “Come on, all you bois, who among you has always fantasized about donning a dress, slapping on some makeup, and strapping a sickening wig on your head?” Profull Axis stroked her smooth scalp. “Who has always wondered how we get our tucks to be so cunt? We gals will teach you! If you men would like to get glamorous with us, then get up here!”

Quite a few audience members’ hands were already in the air.

“We ain’t in school, dolls,” Princess Poppycock declared to them with a laugh. “Get your sweet asses up here!”

Profull Axis noticed a pair of women tentatively approaching from the side. “Yaass, I love queening out women too! Please, join us. Are you two a couple?”

They both nodded, and one of them whispered to Profull Axis, “I was actually born a boy.”

Profull Axis let out a playfully shocked gasp. “Give me a hug, you beautifully transitioned magical creature!” She wrapped her arms around the woman. “Let’s make both of you slay.” Profull Axis turned to Princess Poppycock and Toodle Lou. “Why don’t you gals help the fellas who’ve joined us, and I’ll take care of these two ladies?” She looked to the side of the stage and nodded her bald head.

The handsome props man in his tutu came out again, this time he was wheeling an extensive clothing rack behind him. He set it up at center stage, and he spun in little circles as he headed offstage again. A moment later, he reappeared with dressing screens under each arm. He stood one at either side of the clothes rack, smiled at the crowd, and was gone.

Five men from the audience were hidden from view behind one of the screens. Princess Poppycock and Toodle Lou were explaining to them how to slip their testicles up into the cavities in their groins, which was very amusing to the crowd, who could not see the activities happening behind the screen.

“You just stuff them up there,” Toodle Lou explained.

“Ya’ll need me to do it for ya?” Princess Poppycock offered. “Here, let me grab ahold of things; I don’t mind one bit!”

The audience cackled.

Behind the other screen, Profull Axis was helping the two women into the most elegant gowns either of them had ever worn before. “You ladies are stunning,” the queen said, as she added a few touches of makeup. “And since both of you have nice hair, why don’t we forgo wigs?” She gave one woman a glittering tiara, and the other a crown of woven flowers. Profull Axis shifted to the side of the screen with a flourish, and the two women stepped into the spotlight.

The crowd cheered and whistled for them, and they felt beautiful.

Profull Axis glanced over at the other side of the stage and said to the audience, “My drag daughters are so much slower than I am!”

Princess Poppycock scoffed dramatically and Toodle Lou blew a raspberry at Proful Axis. The crowd laughed, and the men in first-time drag stepped out from the opposite screen. The laughter became raucous applause. Many people in the bar whooped and hollered or playfully catcalled them, and everyone was having a splendid time. The elegant group of five men and two women were encouraged to keep their outfits for the evening and to head back into the crowd.

When Family Thang finished their makeovers, the big man in his tutu returned to help remove the clothing rack and dressing screens, and

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Captain Suoki hummed at the hunk. He leaned toward Phentrom. “I could just sop him up like a biscuit!”

The mandroid snorted a laugh, as another queen stepped into the spotlight to fresh cheering from the audience.

“Why thank you! Is that for me, or my gown?” The crowd laughed as she twirled. “And don’t you all just love a good queening of someone who has transitioned?” She clapped her hands toward the glamorized two women in the crowd. “Everyone of you who came up on stage is a goddess now,” she declared, turning to the men who were in their first-time drag, “yes, even you cuties are now goddesses!” She looked out and addressed everyone. “I’m excited to announce our next performers, Her Majesty’s Hole’s favorite drag fellas!” She swept an arm toward the far side of the stage and demanded as she exited, “Make some noise for the kings!”

Stawren was beaming. “I love watching women do man-drag!”

Lyoth hooked a limp wrist at the hinge of her elbow. “Oh my gods, so do I!” he declared, scrunching in close to her. “Ooh la la, and look at these studly studs!”

A tiny man dressed in a leather trench coat and a black cowboy hat led the parade of those who came out from the back. Under his outfit, the little man was wearing an oversized foam muscle suit to make himself look huge, but he was barely five feet tall. Behind him was a man with an enormous handlebar mustache and greased back long hair. He was wearing very short glittery gold shorts with a very large bulge at the crotch. He was also dressed in a midnight blue blazer with purple sequined lapels, and he was not wearing anything underneath; he was very cleavagy. Next to step onto the stage was a person dressed as some sort of woodland creature. They were stocky, covered in tree bark and branches, and their face was hidden behind a veil of leaves. The fourth and final man was tall and skinny. He had a thin mustache drawn on his upper lip with eyeliner, and his black hair was coifed into a tall pompadour. He was wearing dark eye shadow, dark clothes, and white sneakers.

The bearded fellow in the tutu was holding a microphone as he reappeared next to the skinny man on stage. He dropped to his knees, leaned farther down, and kissed one of the white sneakers, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on it. The big man then looked out at the crowd and spoke into the microphone.

“May I present,” he said in a deep voice with a thick lisp, “Mani Pulator, Throbbin Robin, Neil B. Foreme, and the Sidekick!” Each of them bowed as he spoke their stage names. He extended the microphone up to the Sidekick. Then he stood, turned, and skipped offstage again.

The next voice that came out of the speakers was bright and feminine. “I’m the Sidekick, and the four of us are stoked to be back inside Her Majesty’s Hole!” He and the three other drag fellas cackled with everyone in the tavern. A song started in the background, and the four of them began to sway in unison.

“Let me tell you,” the Sidekick continued, “about the deity you see beside me,” and Neil B. Foreme raised their tree-branch arms. “If you’re not worshiping this creature, are you even really alive? Neil B. Foreme is all that is nature, all that is life, all that is creation and energy and love. If you feel love in your life,” the Sidekick paused and smiled, “that’s Neil B. Foreme. If you feel passion… that’s Neil B. Foreme.”

The music’s volume increased, and the plant-like individual stepped forward. They took the dance to new levels, adding sweeping dips like the wind was playing through their branches. The crowd cheered as they danced alone. A spin caused the leafy veil to lift, revealing the face of the person within the costume. They looked focused, but there was the hint of a smile on their face. The music lowered and the plant character joined their fellow brothers again.

“Up next,” the Sidekick declared into the microphone as the four drag fellas continued their subtle movements with the music, “does he have too much machismo for you? It’s Throbbin Robin! He’s a lady slayer and a lady layer!” Everyone laughed again. “He’s a beast in the sack, and have you noticed his sack?” Throbbin Robin pulled his short shorts to the side, and a pair of synthetic balls dropped down, as the Sidekick added, “Oooh, there they are! If you all behave yourselves…” he paused and added with a wink, “or don’t – I bet Throbbin Robin will whip it out for you. He’s known for whipping it out.”

Throbbin Robin brought his thumbs to the elastic band of his short shorts, and the crowd screamed their encouragement for him to drop his drawers, but he turned his back to them as the music became louder again. Throbbing Robin shook his booty, and the audience cheered all the more. He squatted low, dropping his hips close to the floor, and he leapt straight up into the air, spinning back around toward the crowd. His bright purple rubber prick was hanging out of his gold shorts, and as his feet hit the ground, the oversized synthetic appendage – and Throbbin Robin’s cleavage – bounced up and down to everyone’s delight. He wiggled his hips back and forth, and his purple cock swung from side to side. The music lowered and he stepped back.

“Gorgeoulicious!” the Sidekick declared through the speakers of Her Majesty’s Hole. “Who out there wants to slob Throbbin Robin’s knob? I know I do. And now,” the Sidekick continued, extending his arm toward the little man at the other end of the stage, “he’s got muscles for days, Mani Pulator!”

The petite fellow stepped forward and the music rose. He grabbed the brim of his hat, tossed it into the crowd, and dropped his trench coat behind him with an impressive flourish. The audience whooped and hollered. Then he began to flex and pose like the statues of the gods carved from marble on so many different planets. Mani Pulator showed off his padded arms, his back, his chest and abs, his legs and booty. The crowd clapped and yelled for him, and before he stepped back with the others, he shot everyone a beaming smile. He then called out over the music as loudly as he could with his squeaky voice, “And what about you?”

“Who, me?” The Sidekick asked. “I just like to hang back and let my bros do their thing.” He leaned toward the audience, but the music’s volume did not increase like it had for the other three. “If you’d like, I can tell you a little about me.” The crowd yelled that they would love him to share more. “Well okay, I like target practice at the shooting range. I like long walks in the ammo section of the local weapons depot. And I like my lovers like I like my blasters, ready to slay!” He struck a pose, and the crowd screamed.

“Us guys are gonna come out and mingle with you all for the rest of the evening,” the Sidekick informed everyone in Her Majesty’s Hole, “but there’s still more performers to come! Also, Neil B. Foreme is a musician, and the songs we’ve had playing during our set have all been their music. We’re gonna crank up the volume on some more of their tunes while the next group gets set up on stage, and we’re gonna dance!”

The last three words were a command to the audience, and everyone obeyed. They danced.

The celebration lasted late into the night, and many more queens and kings shared their light and love with the inhabitants of Boullia Bay until the sun began to rise the next morning.