Duty Calls
The requisite super heroine story that takes place in some warehouse.
From the looks of the musclebound goons with tell-tale green handkerchiefs tied around their snouts, the stocky opossum's information had been dead on. Odyssum watched them from behind a pile of splintered wooden planks, which a few days prior to the storm had comprised the tall wooden security fence around the old warehouse. The wicked Madam Green hoped to take advantage, send her hired bruisers in to collect the goods, load up the trucks and make off before anyone was the wiser. No security manned the outpost; there was no more outpost. It would've been suicide to try and weather what had passed. The only evidence of any circuit cameras Odyssum could see were a few naked mounting brackets along with a few loose wires. That sow was going to get away with it, if nothing stopped her.
As a gruff voice barked out a command and the radius of their work lights started to shift, Odyssum ducked back behind the soaked lumber. She knew her bright white face might be picked out in the dark by someone paying careful attention; her black mask only obscured her eyes. Stealth wasn't always such an easy feat for a hardy girl like Odyssum. Usually tall and stout for an opossum, her sturdy form lay under a fur-tight one-piece bodysuit, built to withstand all types of punishment; that was her power, after all. Odyssum the indestructible. A few years ago - when her suit had not been so perfected yet - her most-lauded feat was taking a burst of assault rifle fire in the chest and having every bullet ricochet off her jiggling, shredded top. The papers had lots of fun with 'natural armored cushion' jokes that week. So everything about her was a little big, it wasn't her fault, and you'd think people would be a little more grateful to someone who probably saved their life one time. She wondered if they even realized how much it hurt. As the work light began to grow dim, Odyssum partially peeked out from her hiding spot.
They were moving. Most of them. She could see at least four re-entering what was left of the warehouse unloading bay. They carried work lights, what looked like a large pair of bolt cutters, containers. Two were certainly big, she noted. Green had spared no expense to get her hands on whatever was stored within the half-demolished building. One lookout stayed behind, partially hiding himself behind a van which Oddysum knew could only be their plans of egress. He was armed with a semi-automatic rifle, but the attention drawn by gunfire would be more dangerous to her than the bullets. The muscular opossum slowly crept her way around the opposite side of the pile of wood, keeping the van between her and Green's goon as much as possible, and began tip-toeing closer towards the building.
The big bulldog never saw her coming. Even as she closed in behind him, arms raised and ready, he made no motion to turn. With a leap, she brought all her weight forward, paw gripping the back of his head, and took the male right down to the ground with a dull thud. As she straddled his lower back, Odyssum watched the bulldog's head slowly lift from the ground. She could see the blood run to collect in the the fur of his chin and drip to the ground, the scent was strong in the air around them now. With another forceful motion from her arm, the bulldog's face immediately planted back in to the concrete and did not raise again. Odyssum's maw curled in to something like a smirk. On the approach, she had worried that her little problem was going to give her away one way or another. She had spent a little too much time thinking about the bulldog, how musclebound the male was. Now so close, her eyes wandered over his back, outlined by the tank top clinging to his frame. Nice triceps. The small tingle that shot though her body made all thoughts down that particular line stop. Odyssum reminded herself that she could not, under any circumstances, let herself get worked up. Not with Beckett Hixton's persistent toxin still in her system.
Maybe she had been careless, or overconfident, or didn't have a full understanding of just how much reinforced steel hurts when it connects to your skull at very high speeds. In any regard, Odyssum remembered the moment she awoke to find herself suspended upside down, tattered suit barely containing her modesty, bound with cables that snaked between her breasts and crossed around her body in a diamond pattern. Beside her stood a raving mad lunatic, the former biochemist Beckett Hixton. Brown in fur, Hixton was slightly more moth than rabbit by then; the result of some unfortunate lab accident, Odyssum didn't really care. Odyssum only started to care when he released a video to the public threatening to poison the city with an unstoppable super virus unless paid what the villain perceived to be an adequate fee. She had always hated his eyes. Huge, almost shimmering, unblinking. His voice was just as bad; enough of his anatomy had remained for him to be capable of speech, but it was littered with unsettling clicks and squelches.
"... Lok hout mama, hkere it khomes."
Hixton had a hand-claw full of her fur, uncomfortably pulling her head up from the floor high enough to receive the lip of the beaker in his other twisted appendage. Odyssum sputtered and choked against gravity, and the asshole took his time to drain the whole thing down her throat. The opossum felt rage spark up inside her every time she was forced to gulp a mouthful of the rancid stuff, but her strength was taking its time to return. After the last drop had landed somewhere in her messy facefur and Odyssum was left to swing and gasp for air, Hixton's doors blew in. Odyssum would have thrown a clever quip to her friends, perhaps a 'better late than never,' but instead sighed in absolute relief as a destroyed mechanical mook slid across the floor and nearly bowled Hixton over on the spot. She had been rescued. Her next week was spent in the group's infirmary.
Within a few hours, Odyssum judged the effects Hixton's concoction to be terrifying. Everyone smelled so fantastic. She literally threw herself at Marvelous Medved, the large polar bear who helped to carry her in. With a leap, the hardy opossum plowed in to him with enough force to lay him out on his back and leave her straddling just under his firm belly. The last bit of her right mind was shocked clear of all thought at not only the feeling of herself grinding against her teammate's crotch - a teammate she had never spared a sliver of sexual thought toward - but also his firming response. Her body wanted it to happen, even if she did not. After she was restrained and confined, it didn't take long for a temporary measure to be synthesized. Hixton's little bug turned out to be less super than promised and the right combination of peptides, taken in the right order, could help to effectively starve the virus. Unfortunately, a more permanent solution would still be weeks away. She cursed the conniving, sick fuck for being incompetent as well as evil. It was easy for Odyssum to convince the team she was perfectly fine, that the inhibitor was working splendidly, though the tests weren't exactly the most comfortable. In the last phase, she was forced to sit and watch hardcore pornography alone in a room for extended periods. Masturbation would mean failure and confinement to an infirmary bed for at least another week. The opossum knew she didn't have time for that. After being given the clear, she stifled a hearty sigh of relief they had not decided to extend the tests to live stimuli in order to make absolutely sure. Maybe, she thought, it was because no one wanted to volunteer.
Odyssum kept low, drawing close to the edge of some large shipping crate to better hear the dull, muffled voices that spilled from the bay entrance.
"...all ready told you. No. Fuckin'. Chance."
"Yeah but what about the local patrol? The bear and the opossum bitch and-"
"Lion's not in town right now, Green got him off chasing a ghost. Fuck, just calm down."
"Easy money, man. And the possum bitch is laid up for a week. I heard it. Moth-fucker must've worked her good."
"Wonder how."
"Don't care. All I know it's a shame that fine thick bitch won't be showin' up here tonight. Put that cunt on her knees and do some real work!"
Usually a line like that, directed at a heroine like Odyssum, was a wonderful way to learn to eat with jagged teeth and wired jaw. The opossum certainly felt the rage. It tightened her muscles, tempered her resolve as the fire grew. Suddenly, the resulting cackles died out almost in the same instant, followed by a solitary and polite statement.
"Yes, Madam Green."
Odyssum heard the sound of feet moving across the floor, the party was breaking up. She wondered what the range on Green's radio transmitter must be. Just exactly how close was the sow, and from where was she keeping an eye on things? All trails sounded like they were going further inside. As quick as she was able, Oddysum dove from behind the crate and ran for the narrow passage between a few other containers and the wall. She had to turn her shoulders slightly, but the opossum silently made her way towards the other end of her makeshift cover and squatted by the edge to listen and sniff. She could still hear the faint echo of at least two pairs of feet down a partially collapsed hallway. There were no other sounds, and if Green had ordered them to get busy, the opossum suspected all four had ventured further in to the building. The air was still enough that Odyssum caught four distinct scents before the breeze finished sweeping them around the bay. Horse. Wolf. Wolves, two of them. Pungent rat. All male. After exhaling forcefully out of her nostrils, Odyssum took some time to perfect her plan of attack.
There was always the simple way, she thought. All Odyssum had to do was go barreling down that hallway and run right over anything standing. Although, Green's goons were mostly on the heavier side, from what she had seen. If they could group together in front of her, they might be able to bring her to a stop; right against their bodies. Perhaps waiting a little longer for them to move further might be better. She realized the smell of horse had grown much stronger a moment before a figure lunged at her from around the corner of the container. He shoved his way forward in to the narrow little alley with her, and one hand roughly squeezed her ear. Odyssum couldn't help but notice her nose was practically touching the bulge in the horse's jeans.
"I thought I smelled possum cunt."
She recognized the voice from before, to her absolute dismay. The downward strike of his fist rocked her head off the concrete wall at her side. She swayed on her knees, there in front of the stallion. As her eyes focused and she realized he was reaching up for another, Odyssum quickly slammed her face right in to his crotch. All the air emptied from his lungs before the male doubled over and fell to the floor. Instinctively his hands came down to cover himself as he began to roll silently on the ground. Just as he had taken a breath to scream out, Odyssum's knee drove itself directly in to his firm stomach. The horse's eyes bulged before his body went limp underneath her and the opossum panted stoftly, paws propping herself up on the horse's pecs as she tried to keep calm and collected.
"Shit."
Madam Green watched the horse go still on the laptop screen. The pig had thought the opossum was slipping, perhaps due to her recent brawl with Hixton. The heroine had failed to notice any of the specially commissioned small cameras her electricians had wired high on the walls around the room; expensive and effective, just like herself. It had been too late when she noticed the horse, as well.
"Still, I don't think you're up to full strength yet, sweetheart..."
Green tapped the screen with one of her cornified fingers. The pig watched her adversary carefully. The opossum certainly was breathing heavy, she could hear it through the horse's piece. After a few minutes, Green began to realize the opossum was certainly taking her time getting off of her waste of hired help; she also still sounded out of breath.
"What did that little freak do to you, hm?"
The last time Green had met with the fluffy, segmented creep was around a month ago. Hixton had invited her to what he referred to as his 'lhkair.' Green had to stop from bursting open with laughter when she learned it was old, worthless, grimy, abandoned St. Hellman. There in what was probably once an operating room, the doctor had pitched her a grand scheme by candle light; a partnership. More importantly, a partnership that would allow him the funds to make certain expensive chemical purchases.
"Dho yku knnhow hkow mottks communikte, Mhadhm Gkreen?"
"I don't know. Scents."
"Ahlmosst rhight..."
What was it he was rambling on about, again? It was hard for her to remember clearly. The proposed split was what had drawn her to agree to the meeting in the first place. The ultimate end goal. Absolute control over the population. Hixton would have his little space to play with his toys, and she would be able to use the formula for her own purposes; total control over all the consumers of the world. Only one brand would sell, she would ensure it. That had been the plan, in any case, until the bug's prattling had left a ringing in her ear. She had thought him to be a man that could back up his big talk. It takes a profound level of skill to mostly transform yourself into a moth, surely, Green had thought. There in that moment, sipping cheap wine out of fading tact, she realized that perhaps she had made a mistake. Perhaps Hixton was just a lunatic after all.
"Well, doctor, this has all been very facinating, but-"
"Schomting wrohng? Ahrn't yku ffhelinkg whell?"
"Oh. Um. Perhaps somewhat groggy. As I was saying, I'm afraid I'll have to pass on this little proposal. You see, most of my funds are currently tied up at this moment. Thank you for the offer, all the same."
She turned and left that dim place. Hixton did not say anything after her as she went. What a deranged little thing he was. The room had been so filthy. Years of mildew and grime and forgotten papers and trash. Hixton himself had barely been dressed. The doctor had greeted her with only a loose cloth tied around his waist, like some sort of primitive being fresh from the caves. During his abysmal explanation, Green had found her eyes wandering to the rabbit-thing's crotch. Hixton stood for half of the proposal, which Green would have found odd if not for the one delivering. Standing on full display beside the table, the cloth covered him just enough that the pig could not discern anything useful about what exactly lay underneath. So which way is that currently leaning, she wondered; mammal or insect. She wondered what he would do if she got up, walked to him, and lifted it out of the way. Around the time her thoughts had transformed from what its shape might be to what it would feel like to stroke it to how it would taste sliding across her tongue, Green finally gave pause. She had definitely wandered quite far from her character. Not all of the strapping males she would hire were meant for heists or crime, but to actually entertain the idea of sucking off such a repugnant, misshapen thing was much too vulgar for such a refined female as herself.
Madam Green's eyes dully focused on the image of Odyssum as her paws idly wandered the horse's chest, and the pig lit the end of a cigarette freshly placed in to her personal jeweled holder.
"Checking for a heartbeat, hon? Or just coping a fee-"
The match slid from her fingers and fell upon the floor of a black van parked at the other end of the warehouse. The pig stared silently at her screen for a full minute before drawing a quick breath.
"You disgusting little wretch! I could kiss your mandibles."
With a press of a key, Madam Green began to urgently hiss in to her headset.
"Francis! FRANCIS!"
"Cripes! What!"
"Good news and bad news. Bad news is it looks like someone finished her hospital stay early."
"Fuck!"
"Keep quiet, you idiot. And I can see your brother and that pudgy ragamuffin eyeing you. Tell them everything's fine."
"Everything's fine."
"Francis, if I'm right about this, and I am almost ninety percent certain - "
"Almost ninety."
"That little harlot tangled with Hixton and was supposedly critically injured, and I think - You're not paid to understand, you're paid to follow orders, and I need you to listen to me very carefully, Francis. I need you to do exactly what I tell you. Exactly. Everything now depends on it. Understand?"
There was a snort from the other end of the line. "Yes, Madam Green."
"Quickly and quietly go back up to the hallway."
Green leaned back in her chair, smoke slowly wafting through the air around her head. On the screen, the opossum had finally risen from the prone horse and was currently dragging his unconscious body behind the container. Soon a whisper wormed its way in to her headset.
"Okay, I'm in position."
"Good. Put down your gun."
"What?"
"Ten thousand just flew out of your pocket, Francis. Your brother is now earning ten thousand dollars more than you for this job because you said you understood and you lied."
"Fine, fine. I've put the gun down. Gun's down."
"Wonderful. Now take off your shirt."
Odyssum's white face poked out from behind the container, nose raised in the air as her nostrils flared. Two down, three to go. Then it would be the sow's turn. As she drew near the door frame of the hallway, she stopped to listen. Whatever Green's goons were doing, they were being noisy about it. She could hear the whine of some sort of small motorized tool, as well as papers and wood being thrown around in another room further in. Perfect. Now all she would have to do is creep up while they're distracted; she would make sure they never saw her. Odyssum's head turned back towards the open bay shutters. No reinforcements. Maybe, despite everything, Green still didn't know anything was amiss. The moment her head turned back towards the hallway, a burly, shirtless wolf was on top of her. Odyssum froze solid.
Immediately, the opossum was scooped up in to an extremely tight hug, arms pinned to her sides. His large appendages wrapped around her lower back and crunched her body tight against his own as she lifted from the floor. Odyssum squirmed against him, mouth still open in surprise. This close, the opossum could just make out a quiet-yet-familiar voice leaking from the earpiece clipped to the wolf. Pivoting around, he slammed Odyssum against the wall beside the door frame and pressed her back solid against it with his hulking body. By the time she felt the jolt, the opossum was over most of the shock brought on from the sudden, almost miraculous appearance of the beefy - fur professionally groomed short to show off every rise of muscle, dark areola accentuated - snarling, half-naked wolf brute. It was then she noticed that the wolf had a somewhat similar look of confusion stretched across his face; now that they had settled by the open hallway door.
If the wolf had struck her, she would have understood; or maybe if he had tried to bite her face off. That would probably hurt a lot, she had surmised, in the few moments before a sway of the wolf's hips spread her legs apart and the opossum felt something covered and firm press up against her opening. How long had passed before Odyssum's next coherent thought, she wasn't entirely sure. All she really seemed to notice is how strong the scent of wolf was in the air now. The wolf's expression had changed. His features had softened, dropping from shocked to incredulous. They tightened back up after Odyssum heard that familiar, muffled voice from the wolf's ear. Green's wolf stared Odyssum right in the eye-covers of her mask for a few moments, golden eyes wide, before dipping his muzzle forward and parting his lips; nothing stopped his tongue from sliding inside the slack jawed opossum's mouth. All her yells were muffled and absorbed.
Through the sudden haze she thought he was rubbing her ass; that was probably fingers she felt sneaking underneath the hem of her bodysuit where it cut just after her hip and ducked between her legs. The unintentional wedgie the wolf was giving her by hiking up the back finally made the opossum's stomach drop. They knew. Somehow they knew exactly what had occurred at St. Hellman between herself and the rabbit-moth. Was it a partnership? Was it all Green's idea from the beginning? The thought of even the slimmest possible chance that the answer to the second question might be yes made her quake and moan with mostly fear. It was enough to cause her arms to lash out, breaking the wolf's hold and putting him on his back a few feet away. Odyssum immediately sunk to the floor. Her mind was racing too fast for her to keep up anymore. The wolf had all the time in the world to get back up and slowly approach the kneeling opossum. After another hiss from his ear, his claws grabbed at the collar of her bodysuit. Muscles bulging, the wolf tried his best to rip it apart in one motion.
After several violent yanks, the wolf gave up. Odyssum's head hung limp from her shoulders. Somewhere, she knew he was trying to get her tits out; at the moment, all her functions were dedicated to answering the only vital, pressing concern the heroine occupied. Would it be best to just let Green have this one and make a hasty retreat?
"...come off. It's like a spacesuit or somethin'."
Somewhere, she sensed that the wolf was walking a full circle around her.
"No, I don't see - wait..."
Odyssum's head raised the moment she realized that she did not even know what Green was after. This was an almost-condemned brick building in a bad part of the city, what thing of value could it possibly contain for the peccant porcine plutocrat?
"...yeah, I got..." There was a tinkle in her ear; the sound of the buckles loosening. She felt chilly air run through the fur of her body, let in by the sudden slack.
A dead drop? Secret basement dead drop? The funds to purchase such a cheap piece of property no one wanted, to construct the means, to hire a gaggle of lowlifes to help keep the other lowlifes from storming the place looking for copper wiring, nearly anything was possible considering the psychotic, stubby-nosed bitch who commanded such wealth. Green could have nearly anything waiting for her down there. Perhaps a cutting edge laboratory, full of very expensive chemical compounds, Odyssum thought. Maybe there really was a partnership in this. Hixton. She briefly considered how the global public would react if she were to 'accidentally' rip off one of his antenna, at a time when there were no witnesses, as her bodysuit fell away.
The wolf had bent down to run his paws over the opossum's busty chest, cupping and rolling her a few times to his satisfaction before gripping firm. The Odyssum on her knees sighed; somewhere, the other did the same. One yank tore the suit free from her body, though the buckles around her waist still remained. Oddyssum's dazed eyes rose up, lingering on the sizable bulge stretching the wolf's jeans taut across his waist. His knot was half-inflated, and the opossum took a moment to inhale pointedly - just to see if she could catch even a little of him - before her eyes moved up the rise of his abdominals to his looming pectorals. She never bothered to wear a bra under her suit; that was part of the suit's functionality, it would be pointless. Odyssum realized the look on his face was substantially more confident now. As the opossum dug a fang in to her lower lip, she hoped to all justice that Green wasn't also recording any footage from whatever vantage point she obviously held. Maybe there was literally nothing in the back of the warehouse. Her mind began to whirl again.
The wolf reached down and took gentle hold of one of Odyssum's stubby nipples between two knuckles before pulling it back, stretching her until the flesh popped free. Her eyes closed at his touch and clenched at the tweaking. With that success out of the way, his hand went lower to work on a buckle at her thigh while she considered the minds she was currently up against; craft married with vast resources, a horrible combination. Odyssum could not, in all good consciousness, say that it might not have been an effective, lethal trap; if it were not so sloppy. Green had underestimated her. The papers had underestimated her. Maybe those two vile perverts hatched the idea from that very article. Her thoughts on exactly how she planned to handle the maybe-somewhat-handsome wolf standing between her and her quarry were interrupted by an outburst.
"Fuuuck this."
A rough yank sent the wolf skipping back a few steps with the whole of Odyssum's bodysuit in his hands, and drug the opossum away from the wall, on to the floor, as she bonked the back of her head. Odyssum was glad. It helped make up her mind, just as the vibrations of heavy paws caught her attention. He had balled her uniform up in his claws and hurled it as far away as he possibly could before turning around and approaching again. With a swift, simple motion, the opossum shoved an open palm outward across the floor. It caught the ankle of the wolf's only strutting paw that currently touched the ground a few feet from her stomach. As he fell, the other of Odyssum's fists was there to meet his liver. The wolf jerked from her outstretched arm before his body collapsed limply beside her. She had at least bought a little time to think, and her head turned towards the hallway where the sounds of ransacking continued uninterrupted.
"Marcus, is the hatch still locked and covered?"
"Still hidden," the pudgy rat answered over the whine of a small motor.
"Good. Stay calm for a minute," Green spoke before pressing a few keys on her laptop.
It didn't really matter. If she made it that far, the dim whore would probably try to tear the rest of the building apart with her bare hands. Green's surprise wouldn't keep for long.
"Now, Franklin, don't lay off the fake-out but I've got something that... needs to be said."
"Huh?"
"Francis is down."
"What?!"
The wolf had paused mid toss at the sound of her voice, arms full of lose papers and junk. Now it all landed on the floor around his paws.
"You should have seen him, Franklin, he was absolutely gorgeous."
"You dumb fucking sow. I told you that we should have all hit her. When I see--"
"He was fantastic, Franklin. Your brother worked that possum over so well that she is currently on all fours, catching her breath, completely naked except for a pair of tight black panties."
"..."
"You see, here's the thing about Hixton..."
The yell made her wide-eyed face and dangling jaw lift from the floor. Green had informed the others of her presence.
"Not... too late..." she spoke aloud to the empty room and unconscious wolf.
The sliding bay door was still up. Nothing could stop her from immediate, successful retreat. Green could have whatever she wanted from this squalid hellhole. It was time to go back to her penthouse, soak in the tub for the next week straight and deny any allegations from the wolf and the horse if they woke up. She reassured herself that they were probably going to wake up. The word of two known thugs versus the word of a renowned heroine. It would barely be a blip. And Green. That was when Odyssum began to imagine a much different outcome.
No doubt any footage Green collected would be uploaded all over the web. The bitch would probably even charge an arm and a leg just to catch the briefest glimpse of it. She would be done. Ruined. She knew the team only humored her secret identity. There were not many six-foot-seven, two-hundred and fifty pound female opossums in the city. Odyssum had to cover herself as much as she possibly could whenever she dared to venture out on to the streets. Fur dye, she discovered, could do wonders when combined with a large overcoat, big sunglasses and a low-brimmed hat; she made a pretty good young bear if you were just walking by. The videos would follow her to the grave. They might as well install a television in her stone and put it on loop. Maybe there was no footage.
Maybe it was worse. Green had been buying as much potentially disastrous chemical elements as she could, at least from the outward appearance, legally get away with. The opossum felt her eyes begin to water. All roads led back to Hixton, that disgusting, chitinous scum; a partnership. Whether the two had concocted this scheme as an attempt to undo her, or some other nefarious plot to threaten the city, victory was now the only means to any end. She must do this thing. Step one would be taking a moment to breathe, nice and slow. Kneeling on her feet, the opossum thundered her own might to herself, so loudly it drowned out all other thoughts. Step two would be getting dressed again. Stepping over the motionless wolf, the opossum began to pad out of the cover of the single overhead fluorescent, towards the shadows that covered the other corners of the bay. There was no mistaking the sounds of movement from the hallway door frame. She turned. A few heartbeats later, another wolf emerged with a stinky friend. This wolf was not as well-defined as the last. Being totally nude, she was able to see his comparable lack of upper-body mass; it might have migrated lower.
"Aw, c'mon..." she whined under her breath.
The two parted from the frame and took position on either side of her. She barely spared the rat a glance; her eyes mostly passed from the heavy balls and thick sheath between the wolf's legs up to his face. His expression was meant to intimidate her. The opossum did feel the chill creep in to her body, though it wasn't from his demeanor.
"Big," was her only thought.
A scuffle from her side thankfully tore her vision away. Even if she was not looking at the rat, it wasn't hard to smell he was there. He was around five feet tall, she guessed. A swaying belly protruded over the front of cheap khakis, directly under a flabby chest. The rat's pendulous arms ended in balled fists. The inside of his ears, she noted, were beet red. A quiet hiss made her turn again; the wolf's earpiece was going off. Reaching down and spreading his furred slit with two digits, the wolf displayed the tip of his member to her before coaxing an inch out in to the open air. Odyssum watched breathlessly as one paw caressed his hefty sac, while the other seemed to magically produce inch after inch of creamy rouge wolfdick.
"You know where this is going," he said matter-of-factly.
Odyssum twitched. All she would need to do is keep it together long enough to eliminate the big threat. Routine. By the time the rat was on her, he had all ready sucked up one of her nipples in to his jaw. If it had not been for the sudden warmth and pressure, she would have almost forgotten he was even there. The wolf's show had given the flustered rat enough time to untie the knots in his gut and make his move. When Odyssum's paw finally raised to strike for the rat's temple, her wrist was caught tight by canine pads. The wolf tried his best to twist her arm around her back, but even with the rat's tongue flicking back and forth across her teat and incisors rhythmically pinching shut, he could only grunt and struggle to keep her in place. As the rat dipped down the front of her panties and spread her lips open, the opossum let out a sharp grunt, and the thug behind her pulled both her arms back. The opossum's breasts were left fully open to the rat's attentions. As her yelps and exertion filled the warehouse, Odyssum could not seem to gather her strength while the end of a pudgy digit tried to swirl around her hood. A jerk of her knee in to the rat's gut dislodged him to the floor, but from the way he scrambled away she doubted it was the knockout blow she had hoped for. Without the rat playing with her cunny, Odyssum's arms began to uncross and pull forward, making the wolf hustle to keep his hold. He was forced to release her after the opossum's skull careened backward in to his nose.
She spun to face him as he stumbled backwards and frantically tried to rub the pain away. The opossum watched his length begin to retreat back in to his sheath with a smirk. Behind her, the rat clambered along the floor, one arm stretched out to dig his claws in to the rounded ass of her panties, and pulled as he flattened on his belly.
"Hey!"
Whipping back around, Odyssum bent over to grab for the cloth around her ankles. As one of her legs raised to stomp the rat's face in to the concrete, she felt the wolf's arms hook underneath her pits and pull back. It was as easy as butter for the rat to quickly jump to his feet, muzzle aimed directly between her legs, and drape her powerful thighs over one shoulder each as he rose. With her upper back supported and resting on the wolf's chest, the opossum was effectively hung between the two males as the rat began to eat her out. Wet smacks and hot breath covered her patch of skin, naturally furless, as the rat's tongue parted her lips and prowled its way inside before retreating out and sliding up to fold against her little button. His lips followed behind, sucking tenderly as they pressed firm against the top of her opening. The opossum trembled uncontrollably, back arching in the air. Eyes wide, she stared up at the dull light, grunting softly. Any counter plans were being eroded; lapped away one coating at a time. She felt something well up in her throat before the first earnest moan passed from her maw.
The rat was trembling too now, from the effort to keep standing under her weight. It caused his legs to slowly collapse, and the rat settled on his knees, face still buried in the opossum's honeypot. Her toes uncurled a fraction from the floor. Behind, the wolf kept her balanced on the rat's snout, arms wrapped around her chest and under her breasts where grabby paws took pleasure in her softness. He was breathing hard in to her ear, passing along the dark whispers Green fed to him. With the rat's paws digging in to her ass to help push, the two rocked and bounced the quivering, limp heroine. Wet, sloppy emissions filled the short spaces of silence between Odyssum's wanton cries as she was forced to ride an eager tongue; the rat drank to his jaw's physical limit, so thirsty. By the time Madam Green had exited her van and entered the bay, the sopping, matted fur of Odyssum's muscled thighs had swamped the rat's face.
"Drop her."
After laying the mewling, panting heroine out on her back, Marcus took a moment to try and wipe himself clean with a forearm. Franklin moved away. Green took a breath.
"I know what you think of me," she spoke through irregular puffs on her sparkling holder, "I know what everyone thinks of me. Cold. Malignant. Heartless bitch fit only for the pits of hell. Well - whatever our pasts may be, however I may have felt - I want you to know something. From the bottom of my heart..."
Green had moved in close and was leaning over her now, grinning wide.
"I'm glad you came."
Green delighted in the silence after.
"I say it just isn't true, my dear. I can be generous, I am a generous person. Boys. You may feel free to make use of our new ward however you see fit before weighting her down in the harbor."
On the floor, the heroine's eyes had slowly widened as she stared molten daggers upwards at the pig. Franklin and Marcus' gaze finally broke from her and whipped to their boss, drawn by the lethal intent.
"Or..."
Green's hoof came to a rest between the possum's spread thighs after she had drawn near and loomed overhead.
"...if you beg me sweetly..."
The split in her two hardened toes parted the split in front of it and Green's porky leg began to slowly tease upwards and downwards along her folds.
"...maybe I'll keep you for a little longer."
Slowly, beginning at the corners of her muzzle, Green watched a snarl begin to wash over the little do-gooder's face.
"Aw. What ever could be the matter? Don't tell me you've never thought about it... Idelle."
As if animated by lightning, the opossum's leg shot up, entombing her foot in to the pig's stomach before Green's body flew away in to the darkness. There was a crash followed by a dull thud, and only silence after. Franklin stammered to the rat across from him, finally breaking the lull.
"Do something!"
Odyssum slowly sat up, grunting in protest as she inspected her messy crotch. She looked up just in time to see nothing but jiggling brown fur. Marcus had paused long enough to unbuckle and unzip his pants before taking a running dive at the heroine. His belly encompassed her ears and mask as it came down on top of Odyssum's head and she found herself bowled over on to her back. Her muzzle was engulfed in odorous rat crotch, one knee on either side of her cheeks, which only became stronger as Marcus reached down and freed himself along with his drooping sac. While Odyssum could see he wasn't very big, the real problem was how much she could see and smell he was really enjoying this. Her eyes and muzzle clamped shut as her vision darkened and she was caught in the rat's stink. Fetid oils and grime painted across her face has he rubbed himself clean on her. The opossum's arms flailed backward, drawing sharp grunts of pain from the rat as she struck at his sides and back. Franklin finally snapped out of his quiet trance and rushed forward to grab for her mouth. Odyssum's muzzle began to sting from the stretching the wolf's claws were doing to her cheeks and jaw, and eventually parted for her attackers. As the rat sunk his meat in, it displaced the yell coming out to meet it. Franklin watched intently, silently, as the rat bounced his length down her maw, his puffy but tightening nuts slapping against the possum's throat.
Then Idelle's limp paw clenched tightly.