Boudreau had often found himself with an excess of time to piddle away. Piracy on Mycel wasn’t hard work, but it took patience. Mostly, just waitin’ on a lush bounty without too many guards to float down the river to pluck up. Franky didn’t allow for hookers on her pirate ships. Told em’ to get their whores on the riverboat brothels and leave em’ there. Said a cunt on a boat of horny scoundrels was like a candle in a pile of dry tinder. Not a question of if there will be a fire, but when.
So life on the river passed with excess drinkin’, singin’ and cards. But Boudreau preferred preenin’. You ain’t ever seen a more fistideious lizard. He would spend hours sittin’ on the deck, takin’ lookout duty for himself. Which he spent in front of his hand mirror, carefully peelin’ dead skin away, pickin’ his teeth clean, and shinin’ his scales with river rat grease.
He had gotten orders to facilitate a pickup and exchange. He was supposed to trade a sack of money for a delivery from one of Frankie’s regular contractors, the crew of the Jitterbug. He had met with Captain Beau quite a few times professionally. Quite a few times unprofessionally too. At bars and brothels. Didn’t much care for the swaggerin’ bald ape. So when Captain Beau didn’t make the drop, Beoudreau delightfully made sure he was lookin’ extra fancy. Had been itchin’ at the bit for an excuse to send Beau and that musclebound feline down into the dank swamp waters.
Took him about a day of searchin’, but he found the Jitterbug hidden in some trees down one of the tributaries of the river they were supposed to meet. Boudreau tapped on the hull with an oar, his river pirates all brandishin’ their rifles and keepin’ them trained on the door leadin’ down below deck. “I asked if you’re home. You best be preparin’ a courteous invitation for yer ol’ friend, Beau. Cause if you make me board ya by force, I’ll drag ya out and dangle you from the back of my boat till some gator comes and makes a meal of ya.” He took one last look at himself in his pocket mirror and gave himself a wink.
Captain Beau kicked open the door and stepped up onto the deck, rollin’ a cigarette of boggle tree shavings. “Calm yer tits, Boudreau. We’re dealin’ with some technical issues.”
Flitterin’ his tongue, the Lizard eyed him up and down. “Where’s that giant fuckin’ she-cat of yours?”
Pullin’ a long, slow drag, he exhaled slowly and exhaled the smoke from his nose. “Below deck. Tryin’ to fix the tub. Ya happen to notice our fucked paddle jammin’ up the works?”
Boudreau tilted his head and looked toward the bottom of the boat. Findin’ himself downright disappointed by Beau’s valid excuse for bein’ late. “Yeah, how bout that. Get yourself into a little trouble?”
“Gettin’ myself into trouble? That’s one way to put it.” Beau took another draw from his cigarette, eyin’ the lizard and snearin’. “But another way to say it would be y’all got me into a whole fuckin’ lick o’ shit by leavin’ out some key fuckin’ facts about this here job. Don’t you think it might have been worth a mention that this little package retrieval was happenin’ in a god damned Menagerie military base?”
Boudreau hadn’t known; Frankie only told you what you needed to know. But the thought of Beau bein’ chased around the swamp by a squadron of beasts cuckin’ for ‘pure humans’ brought a laugh from out of his gut. “Aw now, Frankie knows you’re a big boy capable of handlin’ himself. Or did Cap’n Beau suddenly lose his nerve?”
Beau drew his sidearm and pointed it dead center-mass of his reptilian visitor. “Now, you insult me, you insult Lucinda here. And Lucinda ain’t as level-head as I am. In fact, she can get downright temperamental. So, why don’t you tell yer boys there to lower them rifles and let’s talk.”
He was doin’ the best he could to act tough, buyin’ time and tryin’ to think of a plan. Truth is, he knew he had at least a dozen scrap rifles with their bead on him and he was doin’ everythin’ he could to not shit his pants.
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Sweetness had broken out in a sweat, and not just cause the room they were tryin’ to hide her was the boiler of the ship. “I’m not feelin’ so good, Miss Maizy. Can’t we play a little? Maybe a little fingerin’ or a spankin’? Just somethin’ to take the edge off?”
“Later, little rabbit. But Sweetness, the men here ain’t nothin’ but trouble. Captain is tryin’ to shoo them off. But you need to hide. Them’s the sort that’ll do terrible shit to a pretty young gal. So we need to keep you out of sight. Just stay quiet till we’re in the clear?” Pullin’ in the little woman, softly cuddlin’ her in a warm hug. “Can you do that for me? If I let them bastards hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
Steam Bunny stared forward, her eyes glazed and not listenin’ to a word comin’ out of her mouth. “M-Maizy.” Her small hand gripped Maizy’s thick, firm ass. Squeezin’ her hard, and she grit her teeth. “Could ya… you know? Could ya help me out. I really… really… REALLY need to get laid. Ya know that feelin’?”
Maizy, starin’ at her perky little breasts peakin’ out of the Captain’s oversized coat and nodded. She grabbed her by the chin, makin’ sure Sweetness looked her dead in the eye. “Yeah, I know that feelin’, Sweetness. I promise, soon as we’re done. Just be a good girl and stay quiet.”
“Alright, Maizy. But please, make it quick. G-gettin’ all hot and bothered here. Not sure how long I can hold out.” Her breath was gettin’ ragged and her skin was turnin’ pink. She curled into a ball between two large pipes and rocked on the floor. “Maizy promised to help. She promised.”
Maizy knelt down and pet her ears. “That’s right, and I keep my promises.”
‘Fuck,’ thought Maizy. ‘Little girl ain’t kiddin’. Looks like she’s gonna pop if she don’t get off soon.’
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Much to Pepper’s dissatisfaction, the last day had kept the General quite busy. The loss of Steam Bunny had been quite the wrench in Trig’s plans, and the General decided only his own particular touch would solve the current predicament.
Pepper lay on the floor, yawnin’ as she heard the beetle’s stutterin’ voice arguin’ up a storm with her master. “Why aren’t you t-t-taking a f-full squad? The subject is small, but you can’t underestimate h-her. Haven’t you seen what she can do?”
The General had his personal tactical gear laid out across his desk. His blasters and knives shone like the sword of god as he gave them one more clean and polish before packin’ them away. “I’m chasin’ down fugitives on a swamp scooner. They’re movin’ fast. If I take a squad, I’ll need to stop and feed a squad. They’ll need their own boats and lodging. Too damn slow. We’re gonna act quick, and without any more fuck ups.”
Dinwa pounded his fist, “And if you c-c-catch her, what? D-do you think you and P-p-pepper can overpower her? She’ll tear you in t-t-two. She’ll…”
Trig grabbed one of his huntin’ knives and quick as a shot plunged it close enough into the desk that he scrapped the beetle’s hard hand, silencing him. “For a supposedly smart man, you’re sure a dumb fuckin’ animal, ya know that? This is why you’re kind ain’t worth shit. Can’t think tactically, relyin’ on brute force. Takin’ on your cooked up nightmare in a fight, well that’s just suicide. Naw, I’m goin’ after her flaw.”
The beetle’s wings buzzed with irritation. He didn’t like his masterpiece bein’ called flawed, even if it was true. “So what? She may be as weak as a kitten right after she achieves orgasm, but how do you expect to get her there? It’s not like you can hold her down.”
Pepper scratched her head with her hand leg and rolled to her knees. She made sure Trig was watchin’ as she stretched her arms forward across the floor and bounced her ass in the air. He gave her an approving wink, and she crawled to him while answerin’. “Bug man, you’re makin’ this too complicated. We’ve just gotta get one horny bunny needin’ to get her rocks off. So we give it to her, then we’ll have her all trussed up and ready for delivery. Now, why’re you here bitchin’ instead of whippin’ us up what we asked for?”
Doctor Dinwa glared angrily at her. “I’ve got my boys whipping something up in the lab as we speak. But I think you’re both underestimating her. The more she needs to cum, the stronger she gets.”
General Trig stared at the drawing of Steam Bunny from her classified file. He fondly remembered watching her being attached to the fuck machine for the first time, sexually subdued and weakened by poundin’ of the metal cock. He swelled as he thought of it, and his face contorted into a wicked grin. In the lab, Dinwa had kept him from havin’ fun with her. But once he captured the rabbit, he planned on takin’ a more personal role subjectin’ her to Menagerie rule . “I think we’ll be able to handle it, Doc. Now, unless you wanna stay and see my good girl chokin’ on my cock, get the fuck out.” Disgusted, the Doctor stormed out. Pepper panted eagerly and opened her muzzle wide.
Her heart skipped, she had called her his good girl. Pepper saw Trig eyein’ the rabbit’s picture as he loosened his belt, but she didn’t mind. Beasts are meant to serve humans. She imagined herself being the one to break the rabbit, fuckin’ her into submission and draggin’ her back to the General by her throat.
Trig’s cock bounced from his pants she obediently lunged in and began lickin’ his balls. Trig played with her soft ears, and she licked and sucked and gagged for him. All the while, thinkin’ to herself, “I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl…”
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The lizard was absolutely delighted with the news. “So you didn’t get the shipment?” Beau flicked the butt of his spent cigarette at Boudreau and got in his face, immediately wishin’ he hadn’t. His scale grease smelled like a rottin’ pig left in the sun.
“Told you, place was crawlin’ with soldiers. Had to cut tail and run.” Boudreau’s boys were steppin’ across the metal gangway that hooked onto Beau’s ship. Beau hadn’t tried stopped ‘em, figured it wouldn’t have done much good even if he did. Besides, it was better havin’ them in close quarters than standin’ fifty yards away blowin’ holes in ship and crew alike.
Maizy stepped out of the door that led below deck. All the guns turned to her. “Fuck, boys. Lower them pistols. I know y’all itchin’to shoot a steamin’ load all over my tits, but I ain’t interested.”
Boudreau and his boys roared in laughter. “Nobody here’s lookin’ to jump yer tall ass bones, darlin’. You know, when I’m fuckin’ a lady I prefer to feel like the man.”
“If you can’t bury that scaly pecker balls-deep in a nice warm pussy and feel manly, well maybe you just weren’t much of a man to begin with.” Got a jubilant rise out of the henchmen, but Maizy remained on edge. Her and the Captain were exchangin’ worried glances. A lot of pricks here, and no matter how she figured it, they didn’t have the means to fight their way out.
Boudreau was laughin’, in a right cheerful mood. Last time Maizy had seen him in a bar, she had grabbed and twisted his sack after as recompense to an unwanted gropin’. He was gonna be lookin’ for an excuse to get violent. “Now Maizy, I’m glad you’re here. I was just discussin’ something with Captain Beau and maybe you can offer some insight. Now, he said you two scrambled off once the Menagerie showed and didn’t get nothin’. Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Tell Miss Frankie that bein’ sent into a god damned secret military base without knowin’ it is what I would consider an act of bad fuckin’ faith. Left a bad taste in my mouth, and we don’t need none of her work no more. Now, if you would be so kind, please get the fuck off our boat.” Maizy puffed out her chest, snarlin’ and tryin’ to make a big show. Hopin’ she could bluff em away. Boudreau didn’t back down, instead puttin’ his chest against hers and flitterin’ his tongue, ticklin’ her neck.
“Well, love, I’ll let Frankie know how you feel. And I am truly sorry for the Menagerie, I am!” He stepped back and kicked some of the broken wood on the desk. “But, somethin’ is botherin’ me. You was supposed to get one crate, unopened. And this here, well, it sure looks like one crate.”
Beau was gettin’ hot. His brain workin’ boilin’ away, tryin’ to figure out how to even buy more time. “Food shipment we got in the other day, never been much for cleanin’ up. Was gonna scrap the metal and burn the wood.” He tried to slip his hand into his pocket, hopin’ to palm a pressure cooker.
Boudreau pointed his gun at Maizy. “Hands where I can see them, Cap’n. Or the she-cat gets cut down into more manageable pieces.” He nodded toward a distinct falcon crest painted on the metal frame. “Is the Menagerie deliverin’ yer grub now?”
Beau gave Maizy a glance, hopin’ she was as ready to act as he was. “Now, that ain’t what it looks like.”
“Really?” Boudreau was grinnin’ like a bastard and pokin’ Maizy with the barrel of his gun. “Cause what it looks like, is you and Maizy here had a little sneaky peak into that there crate. And then maybe you decided what you saw was more valuable than Frankie’s generous offer. So in a moment of weakness, you lost all sense of honor and acted like a greedy lil’ thief. That sound bout’ right?”
Beau started plannin’ his last blaze of glory. Hopin’ he might be able to at least see the dandy lizard draw his last breath before he was gunned down. “I think it’s about time you and your boys leave. I don’t take kindly to havin’ my honor impugned.”
“So what was it? Guns? Bombs? Where did ya stash it?” Boudreau squinted and leaned in, noticin’ the metal hand print bent into the metal. “What the fuck was in here?”
Beau looked to the stairs. If he could get down in one piece, he might set off the load of pressure cookers down below. Take em’ all out, goin’ down with his beloved Jitterbug and any soul left on board. He thought of the poor bunny girl, didn’t like the idea of her bein’ killed by the blast. But scum like Boudreau and his men would offer her a fate worse than death. Consdiered blastin’ her as much of a mercy killin’ than anything else.
“MAIZY!” The cabin door flew open. There Sweetness was, slumped over, rubbin her thighs and pantin’. Her bare skin was red all over. She looked sick as a dog. “M-Maizy. Sorry, can’t wait no more.”
A sadistic smirk spread across Boudreau’s face as he winked at Maizy. “Well! Now who is this perdy little number?!” He lowered his gun, swaggerin’ over to the young lady. “Tell me yer name.”
She was blinkin’, seemed disoriented. Shakin’ her head as if she was tryin’ to wake up. “Sweetness, sir.”
“Sweetness! Why, you’re about as invitin’ as iced tea on a hot day. And what are you doin’ with these two assholes?” Maizy tensed as the mercenary draped his arm ‘round the bunny’s slight shoulders.
“S-sex.” She was breathin’ heavy like she had just run a few miles. “Maizy. You p-promised. Sex.” She dropped the coat to the floor, exposin’ her naked body to the mercenaries as they hooted and hollared. Boudreau holstered his weapon and grabbed her by her long, white ears, showin’ her off to his men.
“What a simply divine little cunt you bought! Too good for the likes of you. Did you already sell Frankie’s shit? Maybe made a trade for her?” He tugged and shook her soft ears, expectin’ her to cry. Instead, Sweetness moaned. “Oh my, well, ain’t this juicy peach ready for a pluckin’?”
Maizy growled, “You get them filthy claws off her!”
Boudreau adjusted his cock and pulled Sweetness against him. “Tell you what, boys, shoot these fucks in the legs. Then we’ll tie ‘em up and give them to Frankie After, we’re gonna have a party with Sweetness here. We can look for the shipment after everyone’s had a turn.” He puckered his lizard lips and leaned into Steam Bunny. “C’mon, Sweetness. Give us a little sugar.”
Maizy moved quick as a whip while the men were distracted. She slashed open the closest exposed throat she saw. Grabbin’ the dyin’ fella and lettin’ his dyin’ body, she used it to shield herself from a round of steamin’ metal from the fella shootin’ at her.
Captain Beau lauched himself high in the air by his steam-powered rocket boots and fired Lucinda at the guards stationed on the other boat before they could start pickin’ them off from a distance.
And you know, this should be the end of our story. A flash of defiance, a few souls dragged to the hereafter with our out-gunned heroes. An otherwise unremarkable death at the hands of a bunch of shady gangsters on shady business. And I would be wrappin’ up our tale of the Jitterbug with a right sad epilogue, if it weren’t for Steam Bunny.
As the iguana leaned in to partake of sweet bunny kisses. Her pupils widened, and her eyes went black as a shark’s. She opened her mouth wide. Boudreau, bein’ somethin’ of a sick fuck, got all the harder anticipatin’ her scream. And scream she did, but not any sort of hollerin’ he ever heard. Like the sound of a train whistle, high and piercing. And with it, a torrent of boilin’ vapour was served point-blank into Boudreau’s dapper face.
His bloodcurdlin’ shriek joined hers as scales scalded and swelled. The blast blinded him, and he desperately was tryin’ to pull his gun from his belt. Sweetness’ fist clocked him across the jaw with a resoundin’ crack and the lizard man went flyin’ overboard, thus endin’ Boudreau’s final visit to the Jitterbug.
White fur sprouted along Sweetness’ arms, legs, and face. Her calves stretched and bent, lookin’ less human and more like that of a great cony. The claws on her feet and fingers extended and glistened. One of the boys fired their scrap blaster, taggin’ the side of her head, endin’ the siren scream as her skull snapped back. But to their horror, she didn’t fall. She righted herself and growled at the man who shot her, the lethal blast leavin’ nothin’ more than a bloody cut over her eye.
Maizy took advantage of the confusion, usin’ her sheer strength to rip the arm from a turtle-man and usin’ it to beat some sort of rodent fella about the head. The Captain found himself dodgin’ and weavin’ scrap from the grunts firin’ wildly into the air.
Sweetness took off like a bolt of lightnin’, runnin’ right through the crowd to the one that had shot her. Steam Bunny sunk her fingers into his neck and tearin’ his head clean off. It had all happened so fast, his brain must have still been alive. Can’t imagine what was goin’ through his quickly dyin’ mind when she threw his skull and smashed in another man’s face.
A powerful bull-man grabbed Sweetness from behind, squeezin’ her and liftin’ her off the ground. She let loose another terrifyin’ scream as hot jets of steam blasted out the vents on her back and removin’ his fur and skin like a hose washin’ shit off a boot.
Frankie’s men, terrified and confused, tried to retreat. But an enraged Maizy blocked the gangplank, usin’ her savage fury to rip the hooked metal from the Jitterbug and trap them aboard with the rampagin’ rabbit.
It was hard to tell if the blasts from the rifles were bouncin’ off Sweetness or if the lithe little lapin was just too fast to hit. Dartin’ from one beast to the next. Kickin’, slashin’, tearin’, bitin’, and turnin’ the deck of the Jitterbug into a mess of severed limbs, bloody chunks, and butchered carcasses.
With enough of em’ distracted and his boots nearly depleted, Beau tumbled down and crashed into a bug-pirate tryin’ to hop over the side. Captain used his momentum to crack his exoskeleton into the railing and snappin’ his neck.
The sound of a steam engine powerin’ up roared through the swamp. The crew left back on the pirate boat were turnin’ tail and leavin’ their comrades to the massacre. Boudraeu, maimed and pullin’ himself from the dank swamp water, clung to a rope on the side of the ship. Danglin’ like a turd hangin’ out of a goldfish’s ass as the ship powered away.
When what was left of the pirates lay dead or dyin’, that left one last problem.
Sweetness turned her murderous intention toward Maizy. She snarled and her nose scrunched as she sniffed the air. The great cat-woman could tell that despite her size and strength, she was no match for the holy terror of the bunny girl. “Sweetness, baby girl! Please, calm…” Barely stumblin’ back, the rabbit’s bloody claws scraped down the large cat-woman’s chest, leavin’ a line of shallow scratches down her breast and rippin’ off her shirt clean off her body.
Pivoting, Sweetness suddenly hesitated before she attacked again, distracted by the bouncin’ beauty of Maizy’s velvety, exposed breasts. Maizy, scared shitless and bleedin’, backed away. “G-get back!” Enraged, Sweetness lunged. Mouth open, ready to tear out Maizy’s throat. Captain Beau, depletin’ the last of his steam rockets and leavin’ himself defenceless, careened across the deck and tackled Steam Bunny mid-jump. They toppled and wrestled as they slid across the bloody ground. Overpowerin’ him, Sweetness rolled on top. She reached her claw back, ready to plunge it into the Captain’s chest and rip out his beatin’ heart.
His hand grabbin’ for anything to defend himself, Beau grabbed a piece of metal and held it up to block her attack. Then, Sweetness suddenly went still except for her twichin’ nose. And perched on top of him, her body started tremblin’.
Steam rose from her mouth as Sweetness’ voice sounded like it was comin’ from some hollow metal tube, “P-promised! Maizy… Maizy Promised.” It was about then that Captain Beau realized what he was holdin’. The broken-off phallus of the fuck machine that had been fuckin’ Sweetness when she was trapped in the crate. And her eyes were trained on it like a dog starin’ at a tasty bone. “P-please.”
Sweetness was rubbin’ her cunt against Captain Beau as his cock quickly stiffened in his trousers. He waved the dildo in the air and Sweetness was transfixed and growlin’. “Maizy, think our little Steam Bunny is hornier than a three-peckered goat. I’m thinkin’ there’s only one way to calm her down!”
“I’ll give it to her. Hold her still!” Maizy pounced toward Sweetness from behind as Beau threw the metal cock into the air. He wrapped his arms around her tight body, pinnin’ her arms to her sides. Her ass in the air and her cunt wet and drippin’ Maizy plunged the metal cock deep inside her.
Steam Bunny groaned and raised her black eyes to the blue sky. Steam shootin’ from her mouth and back. Maizy grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, stoppin’ her from lookin down and shootin’ a load of hot, wet death all over Captain Beau’s face. Despite the painful burns from the jets on her back, Beau held her and ground his cock into her mound, and the bunny began to purr.
The freshly sprouted white fur fell from her skin. Her feet twisted back into their human form. Her claws receded. Maizy panted and cooed, “There you go, baby doll. Don’t that feel nice? Calm yerself, just enjoy that nice fuck stick inside ya,” while pumpin’ her cunt mercilessly. Captain Beau was nothin’ if not a simple man. And despite the blood and guts and near-death experience, he came in his drawers as Sweetness convulsed on top of him.
Maizy whispered in her ear, “You gonna cum for me, Sweetness?” Whimperin’, Steam Bunny’s ears bounced as she nodded. Maizy, not slouchin’ in the category of perversion herself purred as she felt herself growin’ wetter as the young lady grew closer and closer. “Cum, little girl.”
Sweetness’ eyes returned to a pale blue. With an endearing little squeak, a cloud of hot, wet air burst from the vents on her back. And on the bloody deck full of body parts and viscera, she achieved her pacifying bliss. Her eyes rolled back, and she reached back, snatchin’ Maizy by the throat. “Thanks, Mama!” And she shoved her grateful tongue into Maizy’s welcoming mouth. “I’m feelin’ sound as a pound.”
Steam Bunny smiled dreamily at Maizy, then passed out on top of Beau.
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General Trig looked down into Pepper’s soulful brown eyes. He would never admit they were prettier than his wife’s, but he sure loved starin’ in them as she licked his cock clean. Ever the obedient pet, the she-wolf guzzled down every bit of cum her long, wet tongue coaxed from him.
“Mmm, Pepper. You’re a right sweet bitch.” He roughly scratched behind her ears as she lovingly nuzzled her face against his drippin’ dick. If the General could see under the dark fur on her face, he would have seen her blushin’.
“Thank you, Master.” Her tail wagged as he buttoned up his pants.
He went over to a cabinet, openin’ a locked drawer and takin’ out a leather set of civilian clothing. “Enough playin’, time to hunt rabbit.” He tossed her the old set of cheap, torn clothes. They had been on the base a few months, and Pepper had rarely been allowed to dress herself. This mission called for a certain degree of blendin’ in. And a Menagerie officer leadin’ a naked woman around by a leash would stick out this far away from Menagerie territory. More so than the clothes, yt felt even more unnatural to raise herself back up to bipedal.
“What needs doin’, Master?” She gave him a coy smile, the kind that drove him wild hopin’ for one more go before they headed off. He playfully slapped her across the muzzle, which made her even hornier.
“None of that now. Take off the chain; it’s a dead giveaway.” He reached to remove the collar from her throat, and to his surprise she recoiled.
Whimerin’, she ran her fingertips over it. “M-master. Please.” It was silly, she knew. She would always be his, but the collar he placed on her made it more than words. It was his mark of ownership. “I… I got used to it bein’ there.”
A rage grew in Trig’s eyes, and Pepper winced. Ready for a beatin’. But instead, he cooed to her and scratched under her chin. She looked back up, and the anger subsided. He smiled and walked over to his desk. “That’s what I like about you, Pepper. You know your place. Now, I got ya a gift. I was gonna give it to you when we were headin’ home. But it’s a right more subtle than the chain.”
He held out his hand, showin’ her the dark green collar. It was gator-skinned and rough, with the letter ‘T’ burned into the front. Her eyes became wet, and she felt herself holdin’ back tears. It was so beautiful.
“Sit, girl.” She wanted to let her tears flow and declare her undyin’ love for the General. But such words would only disgust him. Pets don’t love. They serve. He tightened the latch and it squeezed her neck, makin’ her work to breathe. It reminded her of his hands on her throat. “Stand at attention, soldier.”
She stood tall and proud in parade rest, wearin’ his claim. She had forgotten that she was a little taller than Trig. “Thank you, Sir.”
Trig reached into his pocket and took out a long metal cylinder. “This is one of the fake cocks that was used to subjugate the rabbit girl. She broke three before they built one that could last.”
He held it up to her nose, and she inhaled deeply. Movin’ her nose over it, she studied all the minute details of the scent of their quarry’s sex. It was strange, distinctive. Likely a result of all the experimentin’ and hormones she was pumped up with. After a minute, she nodded. “Got her scent.”
There was a knock at the door. The General asked Pepper as he went to answer it, “How close do we gotta get for you to find her?”
Pepper barked her answer firmly, seemin’ now more like the soldier she was then the whore she had been playin’. “It depends, Sir. If we’re right lucky, I could pick up on her a couple miles downwind.”
Trig opened the door, one of Dinwa’s scientists held out a metal case. He took it and slammed the door without so much as acknowledgin’ the man who delivered it. He brought it over to his desk and motioned for Pepper to come look. He unlatched the sides and opened it.
General Trig grinned like a cat shittin’ on the floor. Pepper ran her hands over it and pledged to her master, “I’ll track her down, Sir. And present her kneelin’ at your feet. Fucked, weak and submissive.”
The General ran his hand through her fur. “That’a girl.”
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Frankie had put on only a woven shawl. Her red, hard tits still out as she sat in the chair across from Boudreau. Gus, the large gorilla in an expensive snakeskin suit, stood directly behind as the mutilated beastkin recounted his horrific tale.
Frankie ran her fingers through her short, white hair and stretched her long spider legs. “So, you’re tellin’ me that iddy biddy lil’ bunny took out twenty-five armed men? And that Captain Beau and his lovely kitty now have her on their ship?”
“Y-yes, Ma’am.” Boudreau answered every question as respectfully as he could, keepin’ his eyes cast down and his head lowered.
Spreadin’ her slender legs wide apart, almost darin’ the iguana to look at her cunt, she leaned on her knees and looked Boudreau straight in the eye. “Gus, darlin. What do ya make of all this, now?”
Gus nodded. “Miss Francine, if what he’s sayin’ is true…”
“I ain’t no liar!” Boudreau sneered back at the gorilla.
Frankie put a finger on his blistered lips. “Shh, shh, shhh. Quiet, child.” His skin prickled, and a wave of primal fear overtook him as Frankie’s smile widened, revealin’ her pointed teeth. “Y’all know how I hate poor manners. Don’t interrupt.”
Gus continued with an annoyed huff. “IF what he’s sayin’ is true, the Menagarie created somethin’ more powerful than they thought. Probably wouldn’t be able to physically control her. I imagine they were gonna do somethin’ similar to their pets. They feed them a mixture of dream spores, bog viper venom, and a slurry of other hallucinogens to turn their brains into moldable mush. They make them into drooling, loyal slaves.”
Frankie chittered and rose to her feet, considerin’ this. “You think we could do that, if we caught her, that is? Make her into one of my gals instead?”
The gorilla shrugged his large shoulders. “Maybe. We would need to recruit one of their people familiar with the process.”
“Mmm, good. You start fishin’ for one. But we need to see bout’ capturin’ her first.” She stood and carressed Boudreau’s swollen cheek. “Sounds like a job for the Landry boys. Have you told your brothers any of this?” An alarming chitter came from the back of her throat, tappin’ her spider leg and makin’ a loud click as the carapace hit the tile.
“N-no, Ma’am. I came right to you. You said this was important and…”
She held up a finger. “Your brothers are the best damn man hunters we got. They’re gonna bring her in for me.”
Boudreau growled. “Good, we’ll drag that little cunt kickin’ and screamin’ back to ya. Can’t say I’m gonna be gentle with her, gotta have me a little payback for what she done.”
Frankie let her shawl fall to the floor. “Oh, not you. I think you’ve fucked this up enough, don’t you?”
“Bullshit!” Slammin’ his fist on the chair, Boudreau tried to rise to his feet. Gus grabbed him by his skull, squeezin’ him like he was tryin’ to pop out his eyeballs.
“Boy.” He spoke calmly and slowly, but might as well have been screamin’ as he lowered Boudreau back into the chair. “We mind our manners around these parts.”
He whimpered, “Y-yes. Sorry. It’s just… Frankie. I know I done screwed up. But…”
“Oh, Boudreau. Don’t you worry that empty lil’ head. I’ve got an even more important job for you. After all, I think you’re a good deal more handsome now. This Sweetness girl, she really fucked you up. Didn’t she?” She fluttered her many eyes and giggled. The lizard-man shifted awkwardly as Frankie straddled his lap. “We’re gonna have ourselves a little fun, isn’t that right?”
She pushed her shinin’ red tits under his face, lettin’ him feel the warmth of her cunt in his lap as her touch made him shudder.
He swallowed hard, tryin’ to will his scared, soft cock into hardness. “W-whatever you need.” She brought her fingertips to his cheek, slowly scrapin’ down maimed and twisted flesh. He heard his damaged scales crack as blood ran down his cheek. “Please… Y-you’re scarin’ me.”
“Bless your heart, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She leaned in, kissin’ him. Her hard lips scrapin’ his blisters. “Oh, hon. You’re shakin’ like a leaf. You scared of lil ol’ me?”
Boudreau was frozen like a frog in a spotlight. Some animal instinct understood he was prey, yet he couldn’t even get his body to struggle. Baring her fangs, Frankie sank her poisoned needle teeth into his neck. He tried to push her off, only to find that she had webbed his hands to the chair. Her jaw tightened and sank down, and with a delighted moan Frankie ripped the flesh out with a side of his neck. The venom tore into his veins, and he felt his throat closin’. He convulsed, vomit risin’ from his belly, but was trapped by his swollen esophagus.
She laughed, holdin’ him by the chin and keeping’ her gaze fixed. Frankie masticatied his flesh with her alabaster teeth, hushin’ him as he gurgled and spasmed. Starin’’ into his eyes as they went gray and the life drained away. She chittered with excitement as she swallowed the remaining chunk of skin hangin’ from her teeth.
“Gus, dispose of my leftovers in the swamp. But keep the head. Give it to his dear brothers.” She stood up and stretched. The blood runnin’ down her chin seemed to fade into her crimson chiton. “Tell em’ mean ol’ Captain Beau and his muscled cat whore tortured and maimed the runt of the family.”
“Yes, Miss Francine.”
“And send that scared, whimperin’ rhino boy back up. I’m gonna keep him around for the night. Leave the bloody mess for now. It’ll bring out the fear in his big ol’ eyes. Tell him not to dally. You I done got myself all excited and now I need somethin’ thick and dumb betwixt my thighs.”
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This is a story of steam.
And it’s a tale of how the ragtag crew of the Jitterbug made their mark on the world of Mycel. And now you know how it starts.
In the cramped communal shower, Maizy had gotten distracted. She was supposed to be washin’ away the bloody viscera from Sweetness till her skin was clean and her fur was pure and white. But as she was quickly learnin’, the slutty little rabbit always got her way in the end. Sweetness’ blue eyes were full of joy and she giggled as she lapped at Maizy’s cunt.
Sittin’ on her haunches and lickin’ away an ice cream cone, the large she-cat felt the weariness of a long, hard night disapearin’. She was a real people-pleaser, that Steam Bunny. Loved nothin’ more than makin’ her friends cum, like she done fur Maizy as she suckled her clit as the hot water rained down over both their bodies. And once she climaxed she pulled Sweetness up and held the little lady in in the hot vapors of the shower. Sweetness’ face pushed into Maizy’s furry, soft breasts as she stroked her ears. “Did I do good, Mama?”
“Oh, Sugar. You done real good.” Squeezin’ her even tighter, she thought of the little thing shamblin’ up onto the deck, beggin’ Maizy to help take away her pain. Remindin’ her she had promised.
She promised. And Maizy keeps her promises.
So she made another vow then and there. “I won’t let them take you away, Sweetness. You’ve got a home here on this ship, so long as you want it. And I’ll protect you with everythin’ I got.”
Sweetness felt a stirrin’ in her chest. The flutterin’s of early love. And she grinned. Felt real nice. She briefly wondered if she had ever been loved before, but let that thought run down the drain. “You promise?”
“I promise.”
From directly above them, Captain Beau shouted down into the shower, “And I’ll second that promise, Sweetness. You’re part of my crew now.”
Steam Bunny beamed at Maizy and shouted back up, “Really? You won’t regret it!” She was happier than a pig in mud as her mouth near instinctively began nibblin’ on the swollen teet in front of her.
“Really, really, little one.” Maizy cradled her head and purred as Sweetness sucked on her breast.
The ship was limpin’ along. Earlier, they had lowered Sweetness down on ropes to the paddle. She had bent it back into shape with her bare hands. Ship was still in need of repairs, but it could at least move under its own power.
Captain Beau smirked as things got quiet. “What y’all doin’ down there?”
The she-cat roared. “How about a lil’ privacy, Captain?!”
Beau stomped his boot and laughed, “Ain’t none of that on this ship, and you know it.”
The sun was settin’ and the sky had all the colors of a wild fire. Wasn’t near often enough the Captain took the time to remember how beautiful the swamps could be. “You better not be jerkin’ off up there to the sound of us playin’!”
Captain looked at the way those pretty colors in the sky bounced off the dryin’ blood on the floorboards. “Don’t worry, Maizy. The viscera up here’s kind of a mood killer.” They hadn’t had time to clean it as of yet. Only rifled through the dead’s pockets and knocked their bodies overboard to feed the smamp critters. Beau shook his head, prayed for rain so he wouldn’t have to scrub the deck, and looked back up into the sky.
The gigglin’ below him was startin’ again. He heard Sweetness moanin’ and steam was risin’ up from the floor underneath. Gettin’ Steam Bunny off was gonna be as important to the ship’s maintenance as regularly releasin’ the pressure from the ship’s boilers. A chore the Captain and Maizy would damn certain be fightin’ over.
But for now, he was content to listen to his girls playin’ below him. Imaginin’ them cuddlin’ and touchin’. And as Sweetness got louder, the world got darker, the fireflies started to glow and fade. Sweetness’ telltale squeak ushered in a fresh cloud of mist that wafted up and enveloped the deck like their own personal fog bank.
They would need to keep movin’. Also were gonna need funds. The prospect of livin’ day to day, strugglin’ to survive in a harsh world. It might have gotten some people down.
Beau reached into his pocket and pulled a rolled boggle cigarette. He lit it and let it dangle from his lips. He didn’t mind if life were hard so long as the women were easy.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
