The air on Broly's planet hung heavy with a biting chill, whipped into restless gusts by the relentless wind that swept across the landscape. This green world was a strange mix of breathtaking beauty and unsettling decay—vast stretches of vibrant emerald grass and towering ancient trees that reached toward the sky like silent guardians, contrasted sharply with patches of slimy, overgrown swamps where foul odors lingered and twisted vines choked the life out of everything they touched. The planet felt alive yet unforgiving, a place where nature's splendor clashed with its harsher, grosser side, making every breath a reminder of both wonder and discomfort.
Deep inside a dimly lit cave that served as a makeshift home, carved into the side of a rugged cliff, Cheelai stood near the entrance, gazing out at the swirling winds. She was dressed in her usual simple outfit—a short green jacket that hugged her petite frame, paired with tight shorts that showed off her slim legs, and sturdy boots for navigating the uneven terrain. Her green skin glowed faintly in the low light, her short purple hair tousled by the breeze sneaking in. Her body was small and well-proportioned, with curves that balanced perfectly: her hips rounded just right, and her small breasts sat firm and perky beneath her jacket, moving subtly with each breath she took.
Suddenly, a soft whooshing sound cut through the air, like a gentle rush of wind announcing an arrival. "Swoosh."
Cheelai turned quickly, her eyes widening in surprise. There, floating gracefully just a few feet away, was Whis, the elegant angel with his pale blue skin, tall and slender frame, and that ever-present calm smile on his face. He held his ornate staff firmly in his right hand, the crystal at the top glowing faintly. His eyes, sharp and focused, locked only on Cheelai, ignoring the wild surroundings.
"What? Whis, what brings you here today?" Cheelai asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance. She planted her hands on her hips, standing her ground in the cave's cool shadow.
"Well, Cheelai, I am here on behalf of Lord Beerus," Whis replied smoothly, his smile never fading. He tilted his head slightly, his long white hair swaying gently. "He has asked me to bring you back urgently. It seems he cannot do without your presence right now."
Cheelai frowned, crossing her arms over her chest, which made her small breasts press together just a bit under her jacket. Her eyes turned serious, staring up at the much taller angel. "Oh, but I just came back here not long ago. What does he want this time? Another one of his fancy meals that I have to cook from scratch? Or maybe more cleaning up after his messes? Wait, don't tell me—does he want another bedtime story to help him fall asleep again?"
Whis chuckled softly, a light, melodic sound that echoed faintly in the cave. He began to close the distance between them, his steps so silent that not even the crunch of loose rocks under his feet could be heard. He moved like a ghost, graceful and effortless. "No, nothing quite so demanding this time. He simply wishes to enjoy your cooking once more. Your dishes have a special touch that he finds... irresistible."
Cheelai relaxed a little, uncrossing her arms and looking up at him as he now stood right in front of her, towering over her small form. The height difference made her feel tiny, but she held her gaze steady. "Oh, okay. I guess that's alright then. Cooking for Beerus isn't the worst thing in the world."
Whis's expression shifted subtly, his eyes glancing around the cave for a moment before returning to her. "I do have to ask, Cheelai—where is Broly? The planet feels unusually quiet without his presence."
"Yeah, he's currently on Earth right now," Cheelai explained, her voice casual as she recalled the recent events. "Vegeta came by yesterday and picked him up. Said Goku is out on another one of his intense training sessions somewhere far away, and he needed Broly to spar with him. You know how those Saiyans are—they can't go a day without pushing their limits."
Whis nodded thoughtfully, a small smile returning. "Oh, that is good to hear. Training with the Prince of Saiyans will do Broly well. Come, let us be on our way then." He turned and walked out into the brighter light outside the cave, where the wind whipped stronger and the green fields stretched out endlessly. As he stepped into the sunlight, he added over his shoulder, "Oh, and it seems your partner isn't around either. Lemo, I believe his name is?"
Cheelai followed him down the rocky path, her boots crunching lightly on the ground. "He went off on a mission, I guess. Something about gathering supplies or checking on old contacts. He's been gone since morning."
They walked a few more steps in silence, the wind tugging at Cheelai's clothes and hair. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the beautiful yet gross landscape—the pretty fields marred by those ugly swampy spots that bubbled unpleasantly. But before they could prepare to leave, Whis stopped abruptly and turned backward to face Cheelai directly, his staff still in hand.
"Though, before we go, you must do something for me, Cheelai," Whis said, his voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone. His eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist.
Cheelai blinked, her eyes darting around his tall figure, trying to read his expression and understand what was coming. The wind howled around them, but it felt distant now. "And what is that?" she asked, her voice cautious, a hint of unease creeping in.
In a flash, Whis snapped his fingers sharply. "Snap." Instantly, Cheelai's clothes vanished from her body in a puff of faint light, leaving her completely naked. Her green skin was exposed to the chilly air, goosebumps rising all over her petite frame. Her small breasts stood out, nipples hardening from the sudden cold, and her smooth, shaved pussy was fully visible. She gasped, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself—one palm pressing over her private area, the other arm crossing over her chest.
"What? What are you doing, Whis? Where are my clothes?" she demanded, her voice turning serious and sharp. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, her heart pounding in her chest.
Whis didn't answer right away. Instead, he snapped his fingers again. "Snap." His own angelic robes disappeared in an instant, revealing his naked body underneath. His blue skin shimmered under the planet's sunlight, smooth and flawless. His muscles were lean and defined, not bulky but perfectly toned from eons of effortless power. And there, between his legs, his blue dick stood fully erect—long, thick, with prominent veins pulsing along its length, and a light dusting of blue hair at the base. It throbbed visibly, demanding attention. He took a step closer to Cheelai, his presence overwhelming.
"I am horny, Cheelai," Whis said, his voice icy and commanding, his eyes serious and unblinking. "And you are going to satisfy this urge of mine. Right here, right now."
Cheelai's eyes widened in shock and horror. She shook her head vigorously, taking slow steps backward, her bare feet scraping against the rough ground. "No! I refuse to do this. I will not betray Broly!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the nearby rocks. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought them back, her body trembling with a mix of fear and defiance.
Whis's expression didn't change, but he raised his right hand slowly into the air. A small white ball of energy formed around his fingers, swirling with destructive power that hummed ominously. "Well, if you refuse, then I am left with no other choice but to erase Broly—and everyone you care about—completely from existence. Not even their souls will remain. Do you understand what that means? They will be gone forever, as if they never were."
The threat hung in the air like a storm cloud. Cheelai's heart raced, panic flooding her mind. Images of Broly flashed before her—his massive, gentle form, his rare smiles, the life they shared on this wild planet. She couldn't let that be taken away. "Stop! Don't do it!" she raised her voice desperately, stretching her right hand forward like a stop sign, her palm open and pleading. "I will do as you wish. Just... don't hurt Broly, please." Her face turned red with shame and helplessness, tears finally spilling over and trickling down her cheeks.
Whis lowered his hand, the white energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips. "Good girl," he said softly, his voice returning to its calm tone.
Without warning, he lunged forward and pushed Cheelai against the rough cave wall outside, the cold stone pressing into her bare back. "Ah!" she shouted out in surprise, the impact jarring her body. The wind whipped around them, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat building in the moment.
"What... what should I do now?" Cheelai asked, her voice shaky, tears gathering at the edges of her eyes again. She felt trapped, her naked body vulnerable against the wall.
Whis pointed directly at his long, blue, hairy cock, which twitched with anticipation. A wicked grin appeared on his face. "Suck it," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Cheelai paused for a long minute, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. Her eyes stayed fixed on the massive erection in front of her—thick veins running along its length, the tip glistening slightly, the blue hair at the base adding to its alien yet intimidating appearance. It was bigger than anything she'd imagined, longer and girthier than Broly's. "Can this even fit into me?" she muttered under her breath, barely audible, her mind racing with doubt and fear.
Whis's eyes narrowed, his patience thinning. "Cheelai, do you wish to waste my time? You put your loved ones in danger with every second you delay."
"No, no! I will do it now," she stammered, her voice breaking. With a deep gulp, she reached out and grabbed his dick with both hands—it was warm to the touch, throbbing in her small palms. She leaned forward on her knees, the rough ground biting into her skin, and placed the tip into her mouth. "Gulp, gulp, gulp." She sucked it hard, putting everything she had into it, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Her tongue swirled around the tip, licking every ridge and vein, tasting the salty precum that leaked out. Her left hand gently cupped and massaged his heavy balls, feeling them tighten under her touch.
"Ahhh, that's it, Cheelai. Suck it harder," Whis ordered, his voice growing husky with pleasure. He placed both hands on the cave wall for support, leaning forward slightly, his eyes closing as waves of intense heat and lust built up inside him. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him was exquisite, her small tongue working magic despite her reluctance.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp." Cheelai continued relentlessly, bobbing her head back and forth, taking more of him in with each motion. Her jaw ached from the stretch, but she pushed on. Suddenly, a spurt of hot, creamy sperm exploded into her mouth, filling it with its thick warmth. Whis grabbed her head firmly with both hands, holding her in place so she couldn't pull away. "Gulp," she swallowed it down obediently, the taste bitter and overwhelming, but she forced it all in, not spilling a drop.
"Ah, hm, hm, hm, hm." She finally withdrew her mouth from his dick, which remained fully erect and glistening with her saliva. She breathed heavily, gasping for air, her chest heaving. Her nipples stood hard and erect from the mix of cold air and unwanted arousal, and between her legs, her pussy dripped slowly with wetness, betraying her body's response despite her mind's protests.
"My turn," Whis said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He gently but firmly pushed her down to the ground, laying her on her back amid the soft grass just outside the cave. The wind brushed over her naked skin, but his touch was hotter. He spread her legs widely apart, exposing her creamy, shaved pussy fully—it was pink and glistening, dripping with her own juices, the lips swollen from the earlier tension.
"Lick." Whis stuck his long tongue inside her without hesitation, lapping up her wetness like it was the finest delicacy. His tongue was agile and precise, exploring every fold.
"Ah, ah, ah," Cheelai moaned softly at first, her body arching involuntarily. Her hands placed themselves on Whis's head, fingers tangling in his white hair, not sure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "Lick, lick." He rotated his tongue expertly—up and down, side to side, circling her clit with teasing flicks, then plunging deep inside her tight hole. He cleaned up every drop of her arousal, savoring the taste, his tongue licking everywhere on her smooth, shaved pussy.
His right hand held one of her legs steady, parting them even wider to give him full access, while his left hand slowly massaged his own dick, keeping it hard and ready. His eyes darted back and forth between her dripping pussy and her flushed face, watching her expressions twist with forced pleasure.
"Fuck," Whis exclaimed suddenly, his voice rough with desire. He quickly positioned himself between her legs, kneeling as his cock hovered inches away from her entrance, the tip brushing against her wet folds.
"Please, take it slow," Cheelai pleaded, her face red with a mix of shame, fear, and budding desire. Her body was betraying her completely now, aching for more even as her heart screamed no. Whis nodded once, then leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Their tongues tangled together fiercely, his tasting of her own juices. She held his head with her hands, lost in the moment despite herself. Slowly, he teased her with his dick, rubbing the thick head against her soaking wet pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, coating himself in her slickness. Her body shook a bit with each pass, little tremors running through her legs and core, building the tension higher and higher.
Then, with a controlled thrust, he pushed it inside. "Ah yeah," he groaned deeply, feeling her tight pussy clamp down around his long dick like a vice. "Hm," he grunted as more of him slid in, inch by inch, stretching her walls to their limit.
"Shit, that's big! It's hitting so deep inside my body," Cheelai exclaimed, her voice a mix of pain and surprise. The fullness was overwhelming, his length pressing against spots she didn't know existed.
"I'm not done yet," Whis said through gritted teeth. With one final, firm push, his entire long dick disappeared into her pussy, buried to the hilt. The base of his cock pressed against her clit, his blue hairs tickling her skin.
"Damn, that's deep," she moaned, her hands gripping Whis's hands tightly, nails digging into his blue skin for support. Her pussy fluttered around him, adjusting to the invasion.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap." Whis began moving his waist back and forth, pulling out halfway and slamming back in, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the open air. Her wetness made every thrust smooth and loud.
"Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," Cheelai moaned loudly, her voice bouncing around the cave walls and carried by the wind. Her pussy was so wet now, juices squirting out with each impact, making Whis even harder inside her.
"This is damn good," Whis panted, his eyes fixed on her small breasts bouncing wildly from the heavy banging. "Now I know why Broly cherishes you so much. Your body is perfect for this."
"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap." He pushed in further, angling his hips to hit deeper spots. Cheelai moaned louder, her grip on his hands tightening like iron. "Yes, please, don't stop," she muttered, her voice low and breathy, surrendering to the pleasure despite everything.
"I don't plan to," Whis replied, his skin clapping harder and faster against hers. Heat rose into the air around them, mixing with the planet's chill. Sweat beaded on their bodies, trickling down and mingling with the scents of sex—musky, primal, filling the space. The wind carried it away, but the intensity only grew. "Let's finish this up. Lord Beerus is waiting, after all."
Cheelai nodded slowly, her mouth opening wide, tongue lolling out slightly as she panted. Whis came close again, kissing her roughly and long, their tongues battling in a messy, passionate dance that lasted minutes, breaths shared hot and heavy.
"I'm coming," he said after finally backing away from her lips, his thrusts never slowing.
"Me too," Cheelai replied, her voice a whimper.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." Both moaned in unison, their bodies syncing perfectly. "Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap." Whis went harder than before, pounding with all his restrained power. With a loud "Haa!" his sperm burst into her—hot, creamy, and warm, flooding her pussy in thick ropes that filled her completely.
"Ah!" she groaned, her own orgasm crashing over her, her juices squirting out around his cock, meeting his release in a messy mix.
Whis held himself inside for a moment longer, savoring the pulses, then slowly withdrew his dick. Thick streams of sperm poured out from her pussy, warm and slow, pooling on the grass beneath her, sticky and white against the green.
"That was incredible. Oh my," Whis said, breathing steadying as he stood up. With a quick "snap" of his fingers, his clothes reappeared on his body, perfectly clean—no trace of heat, sweat, or the smell of pussy lingering.
Cheelai pushed herself up on shaky legs, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. She glared at him, eyes serious despite the flush on her cheeks. "Let's not do this again. And let no one hear of this. Ever."
Whis nodded calmly, tapping his staff on the ground twice. In an instant, everything cleaned up—the ground spotless, the air fresh, Cheelai's clothes returning to her body as if nothing had happened. The heat, the smells, the evidence—all gone.
"Wow, that saved me a lot of trouble," Cheelai admitted grudgingly, adjusting her jacket. "But I'm not thanking you."
"I understand completely," Whis said, his smile returning as if the whole encounter was a minor detour. He looked ahead at the sun dipping lower, painting the sky in oranges and purples over the beautiful and gross planet. "Now, place your hand on my body and don't let go. You know what happens if you do, right?"
"I know. Let's go," Cheelai replied, placing her hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Swoosh, boom." They vanished in a burst of different colored lights, leaving the windy planet behind in silence.