Frank Beary Alabaster, Private Investigator
A fun little story written by me and my friend, [Gofur.](%5C)
Check out his page, he's working on a great series with the same subject matter. Anyways, enjoy!
Frank Beary Albaster, Private Investigator
P.I. Beary, makes his way through the night street, on a supposedly quick beat duty before calling it a day The night air is moist and foggy; just a few scoundrels out past curfew... He makes his way towards them, and as he gets closer he can just barely see a muscular puma and a larger muscular bear. Before he can utter a single word of enquiry, he's ambushed from behind by a pocket-knife wielding Crocodile. Narrowly evading an undoubtedly lethal blow, Beary's shirt is torn open, but he manages to knock the knife down. Too late to react, the other bear grabs him from behind locking him in a full-nelson hold! Beary's arms are forced into an upwards position above his head, he lets out a low growl and begins to struggle, but to his surprise he finds that this bear is just as strong as he is. The croc closes in with the retrieved knife and Beary's struggles double, but just when he thought the knife was going to plunge into his chest, it's sheathed. The croc stares at him for a moment, before saying, "Go ahead Sam, he's all yours" The muscular puma steps up in front of him, eyeing the Bear's uncovered torso. Before Beary could react a paw shoots right into his gut, above his navel. The wind flies out of Beary's lungs and the cigar he had been holding in his muzzle the whole time flies from his mouth, along with a cloud of smoke. Beary couldn't believe he was getting worked over by some high school drop out punks. Sam sneers at the bear's shocked face, "Aw, dropped your cigar there? Well it's ours now! These streets belong to us, not you!" With that the puma delivers a rather impressive reverse elbow straight into the lower portion of Beary's paunch, straight into his navel, the elbow pushing in deep ruffling up the dark brown fur. The bear's eyes went wide and the low involuntary growl that followed elicited unruly cheers from the gang, as they began to rotate turns on the defenseless bear gut.
The bear holding him gives him a hard shove and he flies forward. As he does Sam launches his foot off the ground and hits Beary squarely in the belly, eliciting quite a strange sound from the bear's insides. Beary's slightly open muzzle lets out the rest of his breath in a whistle. His entire demeanor deflates and his knees bend slightly as he hunches over groaning. The other bear stands beside him and swings a deep open-pawed palm right into Beary's upper belly. His guts make a hollow sloshing sound as he bends in half, folding the bear's massive paw into his broad gut. His hat falls from his head to join the cigar on the street as he gags soundlessly. The other bear grins as he feels the abdominal muscles spasm against his paw, grinding it deeper into that warm furry bear belly. Drool pours in volumes deep from Beary's esophagus as he fights to keep down the chili dog he'd had only half an hour ago. The other bear's paw, still lodged in Beary's gut, hoists the private I. back to his feet and into the brick wall of the alleyway. The croc, wanting in on the action launches himself forward in a spectacular fashion ramming his hard leather skull into the battered sack of gut meat in Beary's frame. Pinned to the wall, the croc's head sinks in another 5 inches in addition to the 3 he made upon impact. The squelching sounds made the gang grimace mockingly only adding insult to injury. "Hey Jamie, better get your head outta there, the cop looks like he's about to blow his donut holes!" Sam couldn't have been closer to the truth. Beary's throat burned as his food started to come up. Luckily, Jamie did pull away and he was able to swallow his dinner back down as the pressure was relieved from his stomach. Thump! Another low punch slams into his navel, too low too wind him, but hard enough to scramble his bowels. "Urgh!" Beary grunts and tries to grab at Jamie's arms. Jamie avoids the paws and instead hooks his claws into the bear's tattered shirt. With a yank he slides it off Beary's shoulder's and down his arms, fully exposing his chest and belly, but trapping his arms against his sides in the process. Jamie puts his forearm against the broad chest and hammers three consecutive punches up the gruff bear's belly, starting at the navel. Beary whoofs and his arms strain against the shirt as he tries to cover up.
Even Jamie couldn't hold Beary up as his powerful form doubled over, anything to defend against the punches. Unfortunately, his arms were still trapped and he couldn't block the hits. Jamie just crouched down slightly and, with one paw on Beary's back, he used the other to wallop monstrous uppercuts into his gut, his body lurching up with each hit. Beary gagged as spit was forced out of his muzzle with each punch. His insides were squirming precariously and he was really regretting forcing down that fourth chili dog. A particularly vicious hit caused him to spray a fountain of saliva and this stopped the beating. "Awww, gross! He's drooling on me!" Sam laughed, "Well, maybe you shouldnt hit him so hard." Jamie crouched down and looked into the P.I.'s face, which was grimacing with the deep internal pain he was feeling. "Disgusting," Jamie muttered before slamming a knee into the bear's chin, forcing him back up.
Winded, Beary just stumbles back haphazardly. He wasn't in the best shape of his life, having taken up that awful habit with his cigar. Although one on one, these punks would be a midnight snack compared to what the P.I. faced in other cases. Sam gets a little anxious watching Beary recovering his breaths, "Hey hey! Teddy! Hold the guy, would ya?" The other big bear grabs hold of Beary obediently and tugs back his arms well fastened; this accentuates Beary's posture, forcing his gut outwardly. Arms still bind to his side, Beary's hulking frame is highlighted in the soft moonlight. Sam sneers as he looks over the bear's beastly form, "The night is still young..." WHAMD! "HNguh!", Beary grunts as he absorbs the puma's fist. The uppercut makes it seem as if Sam's arm is being assimilated by the gut, Thud! Another punch hits his upper gut, but because of the first punch his muscles held and only a soft grunt is forced out of him. Sam's brows furrowed in concentration as he began a rapid set of punches into the bear's gut. Soft, muffled thuds echo around the alley as Sam concentrates on the spot just above Beary's navel. Beary sets his jaw with a grimace and keeps his abdominals tight. They may have caught him off-guard before, but he was ready this time. He may not be as young as he once was, but he had kept in shape. All those sit-ups weren't going to waste. Finally, Sam sighs in frustration and backs off, rubbing his knuckles. He sneers at Beary, who is gasping for breath. "We've got a tough one here. Teddy, soften him up." Beary wasn't sure what that meant, but before he could react, Teddy spins him around to face him. Beary was bigger than this kid, but not by much. He matched him pretty well in musculature. Teddy grabs Beary by his wrists and sticks a foot paw behind him, bumping chests as he does, causing Beary to fall back. As Beary trips, Teddy falls with him, lining his knee up with the bigger bear's breadbasket. When Bearys hits the ground his spine happens to land on a single aluminum can and he arches his body up in pain, right into the knee. Beary's gut takes the full crushing weight of Teddy's fall as the knee lands in his gut. "Ooooomph!" Beary's eyes widen as his back slams into the ground, crushing the can flat. The knee now plows past his muscle, deep into the recesses of his belly His insides squirm as they make room for the intrusion, swearing that he could feel it scrape his spine. His body jack-knifes from the ground as he hacks into the air, the knee finally bottoming out somewhere deep in his stomach pit. Sam and Jamie both "Ooooooo" as they watch the devastating attack; "You really got him with that one Teddy!" "Yeah, that'll give him a stomachache for the next year!" Teddy grins down at Beary as his eyes bulge and cross while his ears stick straight up. Teddy retreats heavily, removing his knee from Beary's mass. Beary winces as he does, then gasps, writhing in pain. Caught in the moment of pain stricken melancholy, Beary doesn't notice Sam prepare a pile driver from off the top of a nearby dumpster. BAMMM!!! Sam's elbow lands squarely into the bear's unprepared abdominals. "HURG-kah..." Beary felt something rising up... Jamie gets irritated "Hey you're taking all the hits! He's gonna pass out before I get my turn. Move out the way!" He shoves Sam to the side playfully. Jamie gets a glance of Beary's dumbfound expression, "What's a matter, tough guy?" Teddy looks down at the prostrate P.I. "Hey he looks like he's gonna..."
"I think he's gonna!" Jamie finishes Teddy's thought and leaps into the air planting his crocodile foot into the unsuspecting bear gut repeatedly. "Huah! HMph! Hur-rk!" Beary was sure that he'd be seeing his dinner again. "Ya shouldn't be eating so late at night Mr. Detective!" WHA-AM! Jamie thrusts a final stomp into heaping belly mound that now lurched horribly, gurgling deeply. Jamie grinds his foot in, wrinkling the flesh and fur a good deal. "Still holding in??? You're a tough bastard ya know dat?" Beary gags silently doing his best to not give these miscreants what they wanted. Jamie turns around casually and positions his large incredible tail above the private I.'s gut. "Try dis..." WHAM! BAM! POW! BOM! The tail thrashes into Beary's gut mass relentlessly, making the sound of the homecoming marching bass drums. "Hmp! MPH! GAGH-ur! Wait- urghouu...! Kid, I'm gonna BLUh- *urk!*" Beary's pleas are ignored. Jamie's talented tail lands snuggly into the confines of Beary's meaty belly with a final PLOP!. The bear's beastly jaws puff up and he rolls to the side, on his knees heaving and retching, his muzzle open wide. At first, there's a strand of saliva.... Then up comes the chili... in the same form it had been consumed. The gang jeers and hoots. "Aw maaan, SICK DUDE, hahaa!"
As the mess finishes splattering to the ground, Teddy stands back, holding his nose with a disgusted look. "Ugh, how much did he eat, he's been puking forever!" Although the chili had finished its exit, Beary continued to dry heave, each one bringing a lance of pain through his gut. "Look, man, he's done," Sam said, also wrinkling his nose at the smell Teddy bends down and grabs the P.I. by his tie, which was still attached to his neck. With a brutal yank he hauls the investigator to his feet, Beary choking as he does. Teddy lets go and stands back, sneering as Beary folded over, his arms wrapped tightly around his belly. "Aww, did we get you in your soft spot detective?" Jamie snickers as Beary only groans in response, his stomach feeling as if it had been hollowed out. Without warning Sam steps in and hits Beary hard in the nose causing him to stumble back in pain. For a moment he forgot about his belly as his paws moved to his stinging nose, but not for long. With a roar, Teddy rushed forward, ducking low as he slammed his shoulder into Beary's gut, positioned in such a way that his ear was pressed against the massive chest. Beary's eyes pop open as his paws fly from his face to be jolted forward by the force of the impact. His ravaged belly was once again pummeled against his spine as he was pushed backwards by Teddy's momentum. Of course, he was slammed against the alley wall. 'Whoooooomph!' is the sound Teddy heard with his ear pressed against Beary's chest as his shoulder gained leverage against the weakened and defenseless stomach. He felt the massive abdominals tense slightly, but give immediately once his full weight slammed into them. As air was forced from his lungs his stomach deflated even more, allowing the shoulder to sink even deeper to his core. Once he was sure he had reached full penetration Teddy stepped back and immediately lurched forward, this time slamming his skull into the bear's already concave stomach, not giving it the time to inflate back to its normal size. The crater created by his shoulder is deepened by several more inches, as the skull slams in up into his solar plexus "Huuuurk! Beary moaned as the last of his air was pushed out of his lungs, faintly hearing Jamie's "Pee-eww! Chili breath", as Teddy pushed up he was actually lifted to his toes. Teddy then began to lunge his whole body forward, pushing his belly in even further. That did it for Beary and he began to dry heave again. Teddy paused as he felt the older bear's stomach muscles spasm against his head, in time with his gags, but his stomach was empty, so there was nothing to worry about. Beary finally slumps forward, his chest on Teddy's back as his tongue lolled out, utterly exhausted. Teddy grinned as he felt Beary's broad chest come to rest on his back, feeling the heavy thumps of his heart. "Teddy, the cop's had enough, you might kill him." Sam said, looking around nervously. Teddy sighed and backed off, watching as the big bear's stomach sagged as the pressure was released. Teddy turned and began walking away, then, as if it was a second thought, rammed his elbow into Beary's navel, hunching the bear in half once again, his already wide eyes bulging.
Beary slouched down to the alleyway floor against the wall as Teddy retrieved his elbow. His spent gut muscles sagged pathetically in his frame. Beary began making all sorts of excuses in his head as to why this could be happening. The only one that kept glaring in his mind was simple; "YOU DROPPED YOUR GUARD DUMBASS". The P.I. smirked as reality set in; these kids had gotten him good, real good. His concealed, fully loaded magnum came to mind, but he dismissed the idea. They're just boys after all... There has to be some way to take these hooligans down without getting TOO messy. "Aw come on Sam! You and Teddy got the best shots in!" Jamie whined complainingly and Teddy shot him a look of disbelief, "You kiddin'? I was holdin' the pig for nearly the whole time!" Sam came between the two, "Look, we'll each give him one final hit to settle things. That'll knock him out for sure! When he wakes up we'll be long gone!" The gang settled and gestured approvingly to one another. Sam approaches the downed detective and orders Teddy to pick the bear up. "Come on. Let's move a little further down the alley, that crap is makin' me nauseous!" The puma fans a paw at Beary's regurgitated chili. Beary, totally humiliated at this point, wants to really strike back at these thugs. As he's hoisted back to up to his legs and dragged weakly, he casually glances down and notices a protrusion in the young puma's shorts. Beary looks in disbelief as he glances back at the croc that seemed to be having a similar issue. And the fellow bear that restrained Beary, who continuously nudged the P.I. inadvertently, seemed to be sporting more than a pen his pocket. Bingo. There is nothing like adolescent insecurities to rile up a crowd.
These pricks were actually getting they're off from pummeling him. This is a prime opportunity for the private I. They all approach the dead end of the alley and Teddy gets into position restraining Beary as usual. Sam is set to go first. He licks his chops preparing for an attack. "Alright fellas, this is how you cave in a hill..."
"See somethin' you like boy?" Beary stops the puma in his tracks. "Wha- what?" Sam replies in confusion. Beary sneers, "Looks like you've got a stiffy... if that's all you want you don't need to hold me down. Just ask..." Sam turns beet red as his cohorts start to laugh. "Shut up Jamie....it's just...my adrenaline! Yeah that's it! What's YOUR excuse?!?" Jamie stops laughing and looks down shamefully at his crotch, "Uh, well... you see... it's kinda cold..." Teddy bursts out in laughter, "Ha! It's the middle of spring and at least 70 degrees out here. And it SHRINKS when you're cold. Idiot! Haha! What's wrong with you guys??" Beary looks back at Teddy, "Well, I hope that's your eraser that keeps jabbing my leg there bear brother." Teddy gets red himself. Soon the gang is arguing and spouting excuses, curses and slurs at each other
Beary inhales deeply, and grins, "Time to get serious."
Teddy is yelling at Puma when suddenly a whoosh of breath escapes his body. His eyes go wide and his tongue sticks straight out of his mouth. In his tirade, Teddy had loosened his grip on the fight savvy detective allowing for a deep, hard elbow to be dealt to the young bear's diaphragm. WHUMP! WHUMP! Teddy's ears stand on end as saliva flies from his mouth. His tongue pulsates from two more elbows, followed by a backwards head butt to the snout- for good measure. Teddy is swiftly KO'd. Sam and Jamie look on in awe as they stop mid-argument realizing what had just happened. Beary's strength was becoming quite apparent to them. Beary lifts his paws in sarcastic questioning, "What?" Sam, glares at Beary, then turns to Jamie, "Get him!" Jamie haphazardly rushes at the bear full steam ahead A left hook and a right hook are caught directly in Beary's- paws. Beary looks the juvenile reptile dead in his eyes, as he puts a crushing grip on Jamie's fists. "Please, mister, these guys are a bad influence on me! I didn't mean- AWKH!" His rant is halted as Beary's right knee sinks into the scaly gut, lifting the poor kid off the ground. As he lands drool drips from his muzzle and he looks straight ahead, cross eyed. WHAM! "GUKH!-uhh" Another hard knee lifts Jamie clear off the ground. His tongue sticks straight out as he gags. When he lands he slumps to his knees, unconscious. Beary tosses the croc to the side. Jamie lies motionless, in a heap.
Beary turns his fiery glare to Sam. "Come on gramps!" Sam puts up his puma fists with ironic indignation. Beary takes a cigar from his back pocket and lights it in his mouth, "Gotta keep a spare you know?" With an expression of utter revolt, Sam rushes at Beary in a similar manner as Jamie, "RAhr!" Beary guffaws at the infantile roar, nearly losing his cigar. He stands wide open, with his hands on his hips, Peter Pan form, letting the puma come at him. BAM! "UGHuh!" This was a slight mistake on Beary's part. Sam was quite athletic, and his toned arm rammed itself a good ways into the bear's meaty frame. Caught by surprise, and his abs quite tender, Beary's spare cigar plopped to the ground. His eyes wide from shock soon turned to anger as he looked down at the puma. He gruffly grips Sam's shirt lifting him completely off the ground. "What's wrong with you punks? You wanna end up dead or in jail? How about both?!?!?" Enraged, the amount of shirt in Beary's paw nearly strips the young puma, and he eyed the youth's undeveloped frame, "I can take way much more than you..." THUMPOW!!! With a mighty swing, Beary slams his gigantic bear fist into Sam's belly, leaving him hanging freely over the bear's arm. Sam's expression is a mixture of confusion, fear and pain as his pupils nearly disappear in his eyes. His partially parted mouth, drips with copious amounts of bodily fluid as he loses consciousness and hunches over Beary's fist. Beary pulls away, allowing the kid to slump to the pavement. He checks Sam's pulse to be sure he didn't go overboard..... whew, what a relief!
Eyeing his cigar, he scratches the back of his head, "Maybe it is a bad habit..." He leans against the alley's wall, totally exhausted from the late night ordeal. The blue and red squad lights begin to shine down the street; someone must've taken notice to the scene. P.I. Beary retrieves his fallen cigar and lightly dusts it off, "....but bad habits die hard...and so do I."