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A non descript semi pulling a boxy metal trailer pulls into a seedy truck stop on US 13 just outside of Radiance, NJ. The sign in neon reads "Boopsy's" and is looks like a '50s diner that has seen better days. What can't be seen from the pitch black windows is that Boopsy's is a combination of diner and nudie bar started by a pervert with a food fetish.

Members of the shadow ops and supervillain sets as well as a few low-life type heroes know it very well. High and mighty boy scout super heroes were largely ignorant of the place and since the the anti-mask laws that went into place the psychic types aren't really around to harass the guys and gals who work here. For the most part minors are no allowed inside except for children of the strippers who usually have no other place to put them and even they're kept out of sight; some super villains are known pedophiles and so the reason they're kept hidden is really for the protection of said kiddies.

An unhealthy flurry of black snow starts to fall, that is snow with so many industrial chemicals, ash and soot that they take on a toxically sable hue. Hopping out of the semi are two males: a weird German Shepherd whose black and tan coloration is actually black and green and in the style of a tiger no less, and a black and green skunk. The skunk is wearing black coveralls but otherwise looks like a mechanic complete with goggles; while the dog is in a black jumpsuit with blue stripes on the sleeves and pants as well as the rank insignia of a USMC Gunnery Sergeant and a white octopus looking like part of a pirate flag on his front.

The bouncer "greeting" patrons is a grizzly that could have been a pro wrestler and while his does check the IDs of the newcomers he does not hassle them. He and the dog exchange a knowing glance with the dog giving the bear a deep nod when the bear gives him a questioning glance in regards to the skunk validating him non-verbally. A bored bunny lights up with interest when the pair comes in to be seated.

"Gary!" The bunny woman in pink fur currently not wearing a stitch of clothing beams at the return of a favorite patron of the place. Then she looks at the skunk: "Friend of yours?"

"Yeah, Rhonda." Garren Xiomar says with a smile. " Alouicious Einstein is a technical wiz. What's good tonight?"

"Besides me or did you mean in the way of eats?" Rhonda Rabbit says lustfully while Al blushes through his fur. "Just the usual grub, hun. Only the girls changer here. Do I seat you separately or together?"

"I'd rather not be alone in here, Gary," Al says semi fearfully. "I'm not used to all this loveliness."

"How sweet," Rhonda says as she licks her lips, "but I think I want see you in private a moment first, skunky."

"Do what she tells you, Al and relax, tits of the Goddess you were excited about this place driving up," Gary says in mock exasperation. "Enjoy yourself!"

"Sorry, Gary," Al says with an ashamed look.

Garren takes a seat at a booth large enough for four furs to sit cozily before slipping his credit card then his ID card in the side slot of a touch screen followed by touch typing a four digit code while Rhonda leads Al into the back. A German Shepherd bitch leading a pup behind her and dressed in an overcoat and probably little else underneath walks in and start for the dancer's area in the back when a dalmation girl about three to five years old with black and tan fur as if her dad was a German Shepherd runs out from the back followed close behind by a damaltion bitch with diamond spots clad in an erotic firewoman's outfit. Both bitches get noticed by Garren as femmes he slept with before he was shipped out to Iraq so many years ago.

"Dotty! Zelda!" Gary calls which instantly garners their baleful collective gaze. "What happened when I went to Iraq?"

"You never got my e-mail?' Zelda, the Alsation asks incredulously to which Dot adds: "Or mine?"

"Sorry if you tried to contact me after that IED incident they might have told me I was killed." Garren says with a heavy sigh.

"They did, Gary," Zelda states before hugging him. "You left more than memories behind, hun."

"We were both pregnant, Gary," Dot says before giving a kiss. "Our first pups have the same daddy." Dot picks up her daughter. "Gary, this is Samantha, your daughter."

"And this is Rudy," Grizelda says as she lifts her son. "I kinda named him..."

"After his dad," Garren finishes. "Rudolf Garren, my surname or yours?"

"I forget actually," Grizelda shrugs.

"I'm back for awhile if not for good now that I know I have pups to support. That old skin flint Sherman still try to shake you down for tips?"

"Yeah and I'm due up next," Dot grumbles as a pink and black skunkette takes the stage.

Dressed in the costume of Hollywood's version of a Native American princess, all three dogs know what's coming up so the ladies herd the little one in the back while Garren gets ready to enjoy the show. He turns back to the touch screen and orders himself Buffalo chicken tenders, a burger with steakhouse seasonings in the patty before being fried, melted Muenster and Monterey Jack cheeses, spiced mushrooms and bacon, spicy waffle fries and a bottomless mug of beer to wash it all down. As the skunkette strips he tips her fairly generously, using a pre-paid credit card loaded with more than a few million dollars to pay for it all.

Meanwhile in the back, Rhonda has gotten Alouicious completely nude in a padded cubicle booth in the back. Al is renting private time in the booth even though Rhonda is performing fellatio on him because she wants to welcome him as a new customer to the establishment. What few furs know that she's Boopsy and thus this place is hers and hers alone to do with as she pleases. Boopsy polishes Stinkbomb's rod with the expertise of a veteran prostitute. When she gets him hard enough, she gets up from her knees and impales herself along his length as her tries to grope her breasts. Rhonda does better than that and presses his muzzle to her bosom as she rides his pole.

Alouicious Einstein may not be the most experienced lover but he knows how to give as good as he gets. Rhonda appreciates this as her tits are licked and suckled while she has a good ride between the thighs. When she feels he is near climax, Rhonda slyly get off and attaches the skunk's phallus to a machine that sucks him of and will store his semen as a kind of trophy that she collects from every one she first lays coming into her club.

"Semen Extractor Mark X-69,"Alouicious remarks. "One of my better inventions."

"You're Stinkbomb?" Rhonda exclaims in admiration. "Which means Gary is Beowulf three." She smirks and licks her lips while reaching down to massage

Al's scrotum. "It's an honor to fuck you, sir. When we close up later where can I find you? I'd like another go."

"Gary, who's changing his moniker to Marauder," Al says with a smirk, "and I are currently mobile. We're still looking for a place to settle for a bit."

"I know that's an island of the coast of Radiance that was outfitted as a base for domestic shadow ops during the Cold War," Rhonda offers, "Gary and Zelda both were trained there post 9/11."

"Gary wants to check it out and see if its abandoned or not," Alouicious states. "Who's Zelda?"

"One of my girls, she's an Alsation bitch, she starts off as a cop or a marine before she takes it all off. She and Gary have a son might not know about yet. But if she's come in yet he'll see him." Rhonda says before the machine dings. "I better get back to my post but I hope you have a good time. Please, Stinkbomb, luv, don't be a stranger."

"If a good fuck can be had as well as a good meal," Alouicious says mockingly, "I'll definitely be back. I can see why Gary likes this place."

Rhonda walks back into the dressing area where Grizelda Haufmann is getting herself into a SWAT uniform that she can take off fairly easily. Dotty Dingle is making sure her fireman's costume is covering what it needs to before going on stage. Both dogs give the bunny a cold look.

"Hello, ladies!" Rhonda beams. "Looks like we got celebs in the audience tonight."

"Who?" Dot asks incredulously. "Garren? I know he's rather well known in shadow ops circles but he's no super hero."

"No, Dotty," Zelda says in mocking tone while striking an Amazing Kreskin pose. "She's going to tell us that our dear Gary actually was the last Beowulf of season three of American Amazon."

"Actually," Rhonda says with a smirk, "he was. Although if Stinkbomb is being straight with me he's changing his code name to Marauder and going vigilante."

"That skunk that's putting tip bids on Barbarella out there?" Dotty asks as she takes a peak while standing in the "On Deck Circle" as the girls like to call it.

Rhonda just nods to which Zelda growls: "I have a feeling Gary's gonna tip big on Dot and myself, Rhonda, make sure Frankie Sherman doesn't try to pull a fast one."

"Back child support payments, huh?" Rhonda asks rhetorically as she knows Gary and how honorable he can be. "I'll let Gary know too."

"We already sort of discussed it," Zelda says as she continues getting into the stripper friendly version of a SWAT team uniform. "But a nod from you couldn't hurt.'

During the intermission between dancers Barbarella Bethard brings out the meals for both vigilantes in a bondage harness complete with O-ring gag and tray attached to the harness as her arms are in a binder. Both males fondle her breasts as the take their food and Garren glances at the note Rhonda had posted to the tray bottom. As part of a way to stealthily remove he note, Gary has Ella give him a complimentary blow job under the table which she is only too happy to oblige.

Stinkbomb plays with her ass as only a male skunk knows how to do while taking not of the memo and casually hacks the computer to do a little sys-opping while Dotty begins her set. Frankie Sherman and Rhonda Rabbit are both taken aback but an exchanged look between Gary and Rhonda lets her know that it's Stinkbomb that's hacked the system and a wink from Stinkbomb to her seals her complacency. Frankie tries to eject the interloper on his system but while his skill is terrific within the Scaletti mob, he's an amateur compared to Al and when Frank sees his computer first freeze and then crash and burn the message is sent that he's out of his league and should back off.

Garren tips both Dot and Grizelda extra generously as he fills Barbarella's tummy with cum. Dot and Zelda know he's trying to make up for not being here for his pups but Frankie sends a gator, one Bruno Scaletti to the heroes' table with instructions to rough them badly for some offense, he suspects one of them froze him out of his own system and thus prevented him from ripping the girls off and he wants to send his own message that he rules the roost here not any Johny Come Lately vigilante. Unfortunately for Bruno, Frankie has no clue as to who he's dealing with.

As a combatant there is nothing really sophisticated about Bruno's tactics, he intends to walk over there as menacingly as he can and beat the crap out of both mammals. It goes better if the victim fears him and just takes the beating. Those that resist ten to get the business end of Vinnie, Bruno's serpentine cousin, Scaletti's taser, but neither has faced real opponents who could and would fight back.

Vinnie watches from his booth and giggles like a schoolgirl in anticipation of the show, never guessing that there could come a night when the onces receiving the beat down could be he and Bruno. One look between the dog and the skunk is all it takes before Garren goes into action. Rolling from their booth he extends the impossibillium claws as soon as he is free as Stinkbomb launches a noxious gas grenade at Vinnie.

Zelda puts the fetishized but still fully functioning gas mask that is part of her costume on as the gas nauseates Vinni to the point where he can't function properly. Bruno is out of ranger of the gas but not out or range of Garren's claws. As Bruno beats his chest like a gorilla Gary slices his abdomen.

Fully realizing that the dog is not only not backing down but is fully intent on killing him, Bruno shows his and every other bully's true colors: cowardice yellow. He and Vinie are making for the back door with their tails between their legs. Bruno is already healing from that serious blow Garren gave him but he isn't really finished with them yet.

"Who...who are you?" Frankie manages to stammer out as Gary makes a bee line for his buddies.

"Call me...Marauder!" Garren growls. "Like a pirate I'm going to be brutal and nasty but only to those that deserve it. You Scalettis are on my target list. Take a message to your bosses: An exterminator has come to Radiance to dispose of vermin like you. I am the Marauder and like a frontier sheriff I come to clean up crime and corruption."

Vinnie still thinks he can taser the dog. A quick slash to the throat opens up his windpipe and leaves him a quadriplegics. Now helpless his eyes plead for death a request that Marauder denies as he wants witnesses to this killing as he gives the vicious viper that was Vinnie kneeling on the floor the non ability to do a whole lot of nothing to save his friend.

Marauder rakes Bruno's back with his metal claws and brings the gator to his knees. Bruno instinctively back hands Marauder and connects to send him flying back. Now angry, Bruno rushes the damned dog intending to tackle him into next week but Garren does a baseball slide under him and effectively hamstrings the gangster gator as he does so.

Dropping to his knees in pain, Bruno feels Garren bring those claws into his neck in a scissors like fashion. When Marauder completes the maneuver as planned Bruno's head goes flying off his shoulders and rolls under a table. The rest of the body falls forward as Gary goes back to his booth.

Belinda Scaletti, a cobra cousin of Vinnie was going to go on next but she's on her cell to her cousin's boss to tell him what just went down. Meanwhile Grizelda walks off stage and takes Vinnie's pistol out of the shoulder holster he keeps it in. While wearing gloves, Zelda murders Vinnie execution style without a shred of remorse on display.

Frankie's mind shuts down in shock of what just happened. Barely breathing he just sits at his chair and stares blankly at the his computer screen. When the cops, a rat and a frog, arrive Frankie is still unresponsive while Gary and Al are long gone.

As the police arrive at Boopsy's Al and Gary are cruising down US 13 at 70 miles per hour in the speed lane. They are miles from Boopsy's and approach the exit for Radiance. Once in Radiance they head for Kraken Island, a Naval base that has seen better days.

Its generally weird appearance, it looks like the misbegotten offspring of an octopus and a squid from the air gave the place its name. Officially it still belongs to the Navy who has done very little with it forty years. Unofficially it was a top secret training facility for the meanest black operations operators the world has over seen and even then it's been mothballed for at least ten years at least that's the rumor.

The truth is it's only been in disuse for five years but it still is potentially functional. Automated defenses built by and/too modeled after the most fiendish supervillains to ever terrorize the world are still very much active and acting on protocols from the last days of the Cold War. Local scuttlebutt paints the place as a breeding ground for monsters of all types and unfortunately for Marauder and Stinkbomb this last rumor is only too true.

Driving over the only bridge from Radiance proper to Kraken Island easy as the base had dealings with the outside world in a limited capacity. At the gates of the facilities itself however they run into a partial snag as the automated sentries activate and start demanding clearance codes. Garren gives them some old codes that about five minutes to get cleared.

Much of what looks to be a Wild West town with a Victorian mansion for added flavor is a false face facade when there were was a tourist resort here that served as a kind of social club in some ways and additional training in others. Many are the men and women that went missing here. Murders in a massive scale as the operatives learned how to kill in a variety of ways.

Garren remembers this all too vividly as the tunnel open up leading deeper under the hills and cliffs of Kraken Island. When they reach the old sub pens of the end of the tunnel where the loading dock for supplies were transferred one of the training guardians of the facility awakens. Rising from the brackish waters of the sub pens is a creature that has all the worst physical and mental features of sharks and octopi.

The creatures relies heavily on the element of surprise to capture its meals. Ordinarily this was allowed as it meant the staff needed to keep sharp to survive. But now it has little to feed on and so hunger drives to desperate things, like attack Garren and Al.

Al is very much surprised by the attack of the thing but not Gary. Flashing this claws Marauder goes to work. It fights hard and to the death so driven is it by hunger, although Marauder is almost over come in the course of the fight.

"What was that thing?" Stinkbomb asks with more than a little fear in his voice.

"Biological Entity Number Six," Marauder states. "we called it the Kraken. It was created as a largely sea borne guardian. Generally its an amalgamation of octopus and shark with some programming added in by some of the mad scientist who worked here."

"Do I want to know?" Stinkbomb asks fearfully.

Garren opens the door to the one corridor with a shrug of his shoulders. "Probably not but we can find out soon enough when we get to the central computer hub."

Stinkbomb merely nods and follow Marauder down the corridor. As they travel the formerly dark causeway lights up and Stinkbomb can see that this passage is sealed in Plexiglas over a pit containing things straight out of Lovecraft's worst nightmares. Gelatinous masses with eyes, brains, skeletons and other bits that science may or may not have names for floating in a riot of colors and hues.

Just looking at them sends shivers up and down Stinkbomb's spine. All the horror stories Marauder had told him when they were a part of a kind of reality TV show for superheroes are coming back to him. Only now he's beginning to wonder how embellished those tales really were.Inside the main computer hub, Al needs to slam his head against a wall to make sure he's not dreaming. Once he feels he can trust his senses Stinkbomb enters a kind of Nirvana. Turns out when it comes to this place, Gary down played its significantly. Donning a special VR helmet Stinkbomb immerses himself in the matrix of the base.

In the virtual world of the computer network deals with intrusion countermeasures that at one time was the fast in the world. Now they face Stinkbomb and through a host of three dimensional arcade games (pong, breakthrough and virtually any other early 80's game that was out there) he hack his way to the final challenge with the controlling computer entity. Unlike the others this was once a living person in the form of Brom Blackstar a brilliant badger programmer who died of a mysterious accident that digitized his very soul.

"Well, I suppose congratulations are in order." Brom says with snide smile in a British accent. "No other hacker has gotten this far. But they also have a hard times getting onto this grid in the first place."

"Well I started poking around with a connection in the hub." Al says in a cocky tone of voice. "So I kind of had a head start."

"You're physically in the facility?" Brom remarks in a surprised tone of voice with amazement displayed on his face. "And how did you manage that. I sincerely doubt you could have stumbled across any of the proper access codes..."

"Garren Xiomar got me this far." Al states. "I'm working with him in his plans to become a vigilante."

"Ah, Garren is here too. And what is your name sir?" Brom inquires with a smile as he tries to stealthily draw a sword from a cane he is using.

"Alouicious Einstein at your service." Al says with a flourishing bow which camouflages his drawing escrima batons.

"Stinkbomb from the American Amazon program?" Brom asks and stops drawing his sword from its sheath.

"Yeah," Al says sheepishly as he puts one hand behind his head. "Gary was to be the third Beowulf in that show."

"I know, I was part of the virtual conference that sent him there," Brom grumbles. "What a waste of resources. I said he'd do better fighting crime locally."

"Funny you should mention that," Al smirks. "That's more or less what we intend to do."

"Really?" Brom says as his cane turns into a staff. "Well then, let's have a bit of fun then. Beat me and I'll give you access to the whole base as if you were on staff from the beginning."

"Well, then," Al says as he advances. "Let's get to it then."

Brom is only barely able to block Al's initial strike. "That's the spirit! I take it you're the tech man behind Gary's close quarters combat prowess?"

"Absolutely!" Al returns as he easily dodges Brom's attempt and gets in a butt shot of his own. "Not as quick as we once were, eh?"

"You upstart!" Brom thunders. "Have you no respect?"

Al counters and parries all of Brom's blows. "I respect you for what you've done. But I still am not going to 'respect' you by letting you win."

"Fair enough," Brom says with a chuckle. "You do seem to have the hang of this though." Suddenly the scenery changes to an arctic scene with them fighting on an ice floe.

"Win by pushing the opponent into the water?" Al asks but he more of less already knows the answer as Brom tries to drive him off the chunk of ice into the frigid liquid below.

"Exactly, the concept is simple enough, neh?" Brom says as he pushes Al where he wants to.

"Quite, now for your bath." Al locks staves with Brom as a prelude to flipping him into the drink. A surprised Brom floats in an ice cube before the victor. "Old trick of misdirection. I'm surprised you didn't see it coming."

Brom manifests in the hub with an annoyingly amused expression on his face. "Well, Garren, it seems you found some friends."

"Friend only so far, Brom," Gary admits. "But I already took out a Scaletti enforcer on our way in as my way of sending a message to Don Ricardo."

"Gary," Al says nervously, "does the system has any wandering monster army defense? Because if not we may be in trouble."

"I count twenty-two separate entities coming towards us." Brom observes of the incoming horde. "What should we do?"

"Let me see what's coming," Gary orders as they see Zelda, Rudy and twenty scaled soldiers coming after them on the bridge. "Activate bridge sentries! Exclude the female and the boy from target parameters as friendlies. If you can open a slide underneath Zelda and her son, make the destination here."

"Ah!" Brom says in alarm. "I recognize her and will do as you ask."

From the hub both furs watch and note the compilation of the attacking force.

"I see five distinct units," Al states: "Four snakes, four gators, four frogs, four turtles and four chameleons. They look paramilitary to me."

"Same here," Gary says in agreement. "Not Scaletti soldiers, but something else. Brom, can you get us a close up of that emblem?"

"I can try," Brom says and one of the monitors shows: "Looks like some kind of claw symbol. Like a dragon's claw."

"That's what it is," Garren says solemnly. "The bastard had this set up before I killed him."

"You're kidding me, right?" Al asks fearfully. "I know Dragon talked about minions he could call on but this? Please, Gary, tell me you're joking!"

"He isn't!" Grizelda growls. "Damn you, Gary!" She sobs and tries to pummel him as she cries on his shoulder. "They killed Dotty and Sam! They were going to kill us so we came here."

"It's alright," Gary says as he holds her close. "You're safe now and I'm going to get the buggers."

"Brom, open a corridor to the arsenal." Zelda orders. "If Gary's gonna play hero I'm gonna help. Keep Rudy safe."

"NO!" Gary thunders. " I don't want to lose you!" He gives her a hug. "You and Dot gave me a reason to stay. I don't want to have to raise our son by myself."

"Dotty was my friend, Gary," We were raising the kids as sibs. I have as much stake here as you do!"

"Snakes and gators eliminated," Brom reports. "Also half of the chameleons. The turtles proved too tough and the frogs too agile."

"Herd them into Showdown Shootout," Gary orders. "We can take them there. After all, it was designed as a a killing field."

Among the weapons and weapon systems in the Western Village are sniper rifles in slightly over sized water towers. It's over sized so the sniper can hide between kills. This is where Zelda set herself up to take revenge for her fallen friend and sometimes lover.

Using a sophisticated scope, Zelda hones in on a turtle and a frog who are almost in the town. Two quick shots with careful aim and both go down via head hunter precision marksmanship. With the turtles a shot to the cranium is more or less required as they are slower and thus easier to target than the other remaining forces.

Chameleons use their natural camouflage abilities to sneak up on foes. But a hail of gunfire in just the right spot will take them down just as easily as anyone else. The black snow falling down and covering everything makes a pattern too convoluted to match and the cold means they need more clothing to keep them warm than will allow them to use those abilities.

Both chameleons are using stealth techniques rather than their abilities as they skulk through the Western town looking for a way into the base; one of them enters the saloon while the other searches the bank. What they don't know is that the buildings have tunnels that connect them with each other and the main base. Unfortunately for them these passage were made for trainees at the facility to play a deadly game of hide and seek.

In the saloon one of the chameleons checks behind the bar where a trap door is located under the rug that he is standing on. Stinkbomb, watching back in the hub with hidden cameras remotely activates the trap door as Marauder is almost at that location. The fall shatters a kneecap but leaves the reptile otherwise alive, but Marauder soon fixes that by shredding him with his claws before going over to the bank.

The bank's vault is a remote kill zone in and of itself as it can be sealed and have all the oxygen sucked out on the whim of the guy at the hub. One of the chameleons goes looking for the trap door in the vault and falls victim to it. Stinkbomb uses the controls to suffocate the last chameleon learns that her powers are utterly useless in this situation.

Neither the frogs nor the turtles know what happened to the chameleons but they followed them into the town none the less. After they lose one of their own to a sniper attack both groups are on high alert. The turtles are armed with shotguns and disposable missile launchers, while the frogs have hand guns and grenades that they bring to bear on any mammal they see. The turtles allow themselves to used as springboards for the frogs which means they can jump higher to try and get an aerial view of the area. In fact the turtles stack themselves into a tower to give the frogs more altitude which isn't exactly a smart idea with a sniper around. Plus the snow is falling heavily now which could slick en their shells.

Zelda is lining up a shot with her sniper rifle with the head of the bottom turtle as her target. The frogs jump high in the air but this only gives Stinkbomb something to shoot at with the auto canons hidden in the rain barrels. While the frogs waster their grenades, it costs them one of their own but they manage to take out the defenses while Zelda is aiming carefully.

A single shot and the turtle tower collapses as the guy is assassinated. But worse than that for them is the fact that they still have no idea where the shot came from other than it was probably a water tower of which there are five of them in the area. Taking out their missile launchers the turtles take aim at random towers as Zelda takes aim at them as they start a high stakes game of Russian Roulette for both sides.

The first round does not go well for the reptiles as neither of the two towers hit contained Zelda however she get a head shot on one of them. Next round things get tricky as the town has a Vulcan machine gun disguised as a reproduction of its Wild West predecessor, the Gatling Gun. While it has to be manned it is stocked with hollow point bullets which are perfect for shredding turtles despite their armor.

Marauder pops up behind the artillery piece to man it; taking aim at the last turtle. The frogs sacrifice themselves as the turtle has to use a missile to take out the gun platform and he hopes to kill Gary along with it. He gets the shot off just before he is killed and while the platform is annihilated, Marauder jumps clear to save himself.

After putting Rudolf to be for his evening nap Gary and Zelda go to a hot tub and strip completely naked before getting in together. They cuddle together and fondle each other. With Garren licking at Grizelda's breasts. As they start getting into even heavier petting Stinkbomb contacts them via the intra web of the base and the computer in the jacuzzi they are in and tells them that their son is listed Rudolf Garren Xiomar which prompts a conversation between them.

"Now I remember!" Zelda exclaims as she smacks her own forehead. I let my mother talk me nto doing that to force child support out of you."

"Like you really needed to!" Gary says with mock indignation. "I take care of my kids, I'm a dog, not a cat!"

"Speaking of kids..." Zelda prompts as she guides his cock into her pussy. "I want more."

Garren returns his muzzle to Zelda's bosom, licking and suckling as he pumps her vagina with his phallus. Zelda shuts off the cameras and speakers to the outside world to ensure that they won't be disturbed while riding Gary's pole and moaning in pleasure. Stinkbomb tries to contact them about legal marriage papers he just signed them up for and chuckles when he gets blocked.While the make love, Zelda's tan fur turns green and over night so does their son. The intention of making a companion for Rudy cements their relationship and while the sudden change in color may cause Zelda to freak later she is definitely on board with getting married to Garren.

Despite later protests from both Gary and Al, Zelda joins them in their vigilante plans; taking the code name: Amazon. She chooses this knowing full well her husband fell in love with a cheetah that bore this same code name and was murdered by the employer of those that killed Dotty and tried to kill her. While Garren doesn't like it, he gives little argument over it, however he wonders what the fall out will be when Mikiko finds out.