Now Mycel is a wild world. It changes more than a fat boy swappin’ out underwear on a muggy day. And over the centuries, the strange spores in the air that mutated the people started workin’ both ways. Latent Earthen DNA began mixin’ with the native flora and fauna. Makin’ creatures sorta like what you know of, but strange and twisted. Some right fucked up critters.

And that’s not all that changed; Democracies and despots came and went. But the gangs, well you could count on them. Their violent power struggles and backstabbin’ was a right more honest than Earthen politics, truth be told. Now, when our tale of Steam Bunny was takin’ place, Frankie was the big fish in these waters.

So let me take you to a bedroom in an enormous palatial swamp manor that housed the largest criminal enterprise this side of the Salamander Pits.

Where a delicate, red insect woman with a black hourglass shape on her lower back squealed and chirped as she lowered onto the massive dick of the gargantuan, thick-skinned rhino-man lying on the bed. She was chitterin’ out little cries, her multitude of eyes clenchin’ tight as she felt herself painfully stretch to accommodate his wrinkled, rough cock.

The great giant of a man watched with hungry eyes as the insect woman strained herself to take him all in. Frankie was tryin’ to ignore the distractin’ noises comin’ from outside

“Lemme through, I gotta talk to the boss!” A mutilated iguana man flitted his swollen red tongue as he tried to push past the burly guard at the door. His scales blistered and peeled, several of his teeth were freshly knocked from his skull.

Shakin’ his head, the guard shoved back. “That ain’t how this works, friend. Frankie is busy. Get yer god damned ugly mug downstairs, and if, IF, they wanna talk to you, you’ll be brought up.”

The chitterin’ insect woman was gaspin’, her hands scarpin’ the rhino’s chest, tryin’ to hold on while he bucked and bounced her shiny, crimson body up in the air. He took hold of her arms and pulled her down the length of his cock, makin’ her screech like a dyin’ owl.

“No! Boss needs to hear about this. Not later. Now!” The guard reached for his scrap blaster, but the hardened outlaw slammed his scaled forehead into their nose. He pulled his scrap blaster from his hip and pushed it against the guard’s head. “Now let me in, ya flesh monkey.”

The guard lifted his hands, retreatin’ from the disquietin’ sensation of water boilin’ up with scrap next to his noggin, ready to unleash hell into his face. “Boudreau, the boss is busy. Don’t do anythin’ stupid. Gotta be dumber than a box of rocks if ya think…”

“I’ve had a shit few days, boy. You wanna test me right now?” Steppin’ past, the iguana kept his pistol trained on the man’s head. “Open the fuckin’ door.”

Swallowin’ hard, that fella took the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. Frankie’s hired muscle turned the knob, unleashin’ the pained screams of the insect woman, cryin’ to the heavens like she was bein’ split in two.

The guard called out, “Boss, s-sorry to disturb ya but Boudreau is back and…”

The small room erupted with a cacophony of sizlin’ metal imbeddin’ in flesh and the terrified whimperin’ of Frankie’s whore.

But I’m gettin’ ahead of myself. That’s several days from now. So let’s get back to where we left off, with the crew of the Jitterbug unboxin’ themselves a right pretty little thang.

———————

“Now, Maizy. As the seven-foot-tall muscle-laden wildcat, I would like to differ to your expertise.” Beau leaned in close to the black frame of the fuck machine the rabbit woman was strapped, examinin’ the handprint embedded in the hard steel bar. “How hard is it to bend metal? Would you that’s somethin’ rabbits normally do?”

“Ain’t no rabbit I ever seen. Hell, can’t name one damn beastkin that could. What the hell is she?” They both stared at their mystery guest, who was snorin’ with an adorable line of drool runnin’ down her cheek. Draped only in Captain Beau’s coat, which was laid over her for a modicum of modesty. “And she’s a tiny thang. What the fuck were they doin’ to her in that damn crate? And what does Frankie want with this little gal?”

“Well, my life will be all the simpler if we never find out. We ain’t gonna be takin’ any of Frankie’s jobs ever again, cause if they find out we ran off with their claim, we’re in for a world o’ hurt. Now, let’s get the Jitterbug somewhere safe. We’ve lifted Menagerie property. Sure enough, they’ll be comin’ on back to get her. Lower the Mosquito back down. I’ll tow the Jitterbug along till we can find someplace to hide.”

Maizy hopped to her feet, realizin’ the urgency of their situation. “What about her?”

“Sweetness over there? Why don’t you put her in my bed and cover her up? We’ll deal with her when she wakes.” He stopped, takin’ a good long stare at the young lady. “Pretty damn thang, ain’t she?”

“Yeah, yeah, she is. And that’s why she’s goin’ in my bed. Don’t need you sniffin’ her dirty sheets, gettin’ off to the scent of her pussy in yer sheets. She’s been through enough creepy shit.”

Beau was as offended by the accusation as by the accuracy of her prediction. “Hey, I ain’t the only one pervin’ on pretty young thangs. You always get them young lookin’ whores, you fuckin’ cougar.”

Maizy bristled with anger, “Bobcat, dick. You wanna wrastle over it?”

Captain Beau had once drunkenly accepted a challenge to ‘wrastle for it’ from Maizy. That was the day he learned not only that one could dislocate a leg, but that it hurts like a bitch. “Fine, fine.” He looked down at Steam Bunny, the memory the pretty girl bound and grinding against the fuck machine still seared into his brain. “She… she was really enjoyin’ herself, wasn’t she?”

Maizy shrugged. “Looked like it. But poor girl was all tied up, bein’ tortured, right? Wasn’t right in the head. And what about that metal embedded in her back. Don’t know what they were doin’, some sort of animal testin’ on her maybe.” Maizy couldn’t shake the look of unbridled bliss in Steam Bunny’s perdy blue eyes when she came. “Did she really like that?”

“Well Maizy, I’ll just say this; If I made a woman grin like she did before goin' down for her nap, I would be right proud of myself. Now help me lower the boat. We gotta hide.”

———————

The extent of the beastkin’s animal characteristics varied wildly. No two mutations were alike. For instance, Steam Bunny’s long white ears and little cottontail were the predominant tells. `Her shins and feet were contorted like a rabbit’s and had a thin layer of white fur crownin’ her cunt, but otherwise she looked downright human.

Pepper, on the other hand, was much more beastly. She had dark fur all over every bit of her body and a short canine snout. She had the crooked hind legs of a dog, and her human-like, had rough, sharp claws. She looked closer to a werewolf, a sensuous one with feminine curves and two perky, black tits.

General Trig’s medals clinked and clattered against his chest as he slammed his hips against Pepper’s soft, round ass, wishing her tail would stop waggin’ when he fucked her. He wrapped the leash tighter around his hand and pulled hard. The chain collar around the wolf woman pinched her throat, and she arched her back all the harder to accommodate.

“You think I enjoy this, bitch? You think I like stuffin’ my cock in wild animals?”

“No, Master!” She smiled, enjoyin’ the rough treatment as much as she enjoyed the truth of it. The General’s rock-hard cock pounding away at her made it pretty god damned obvious he was havin’ himself a time.

“Dirty, lowly thing, this is so you understand your place! Can’t wait to get some proper human pussy. Soon, we’ll be home and I’ll be nut-deep in my wife’s smooth, hairless cunt instead of fuckin’ filthy dog-whores in the backwoods.” He grit his teeth and pounded her pussy all the harder.

“Yes, Master.” She smirked, recallin’ her time servin’ in his home. Trig made a habit of tyin’ her to the base of his marriage bed. He liked havin’ her wolf eyes watchin’ when he delicately and sweetly made love to his perfectly pure wife. Makin’ the difference in the way he screwed them clear as fine crystal. Pepper knew what she was to Trig, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “If lil’ Abagail’s cunt is so nice, why were you always takin’ me out back after she fell asleep and…”

He pulled her by the tail, loosenin’ his grip on her leash so he could smack her ass. Oh, Pepper liked that. Yelpin’ and whinin’ as he beat her thick behind mercilessly. “Lowly fuckin’ dog! You keep my wife’s name out of your slobberin’ mouth!” His breath was gettin’ ragged, and she could feel his sweat drippin’ on her back.

In case you don’t know, the Menagerie, bein’ the enlightened folk they are, strictly forbade slavery. They were absolute pillars of morality after all. No man would ever be property of another. But Pepper wasn’t man; she was beastkin. And she was a pet. And humans could own as many of those as they liked. Unlike most pets, Pepper wasn’t bought at auction. She volunteered to lower herself to Trig.

He was a large man, a true specimen of humanity. Thick, muscular arms and a chiseled jawline. Pepper had been assigned to work under him. His cruelty to the beastfolk had made him an outcast. Even for the Menagerie, his hatred and abuse were too distasteful even amongst the racially pure leadership of the ‘true humans’.

Pepper had been the perfect soldier. Winnin’ battles and climbin’ ranks, she had more medals than a porcupine has pricks. And on the day she met General Trig, he had stripped her naked in front of the other troops, forced her to humiliate herself while those who once respected her watched. In that paradise of shameful submission, she fell in love with Trig and pledged herself to him.

Pepper went limp as he pushed her face down flat on the desk. Pullin’ his cock out and changin’ to a tighter hole. “Did you think I was gonna cum in that dog cunt of yours? Think I was gonna give you the honor of breedin’ you?”

“No, Master. Pet’s ain’t for breedin’ with humans. I know what I’m good for. Use me, Master! Fuck me up!” As he jammed his slickened cock into her asshole, she let out a tremendous howl. He was gettin’ rough, angry. Downright violent.

Perfection.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I’m worthless,” Pepper had to fight to whimper her words like a prayer to her master. “I’m a worthless animal. I l-live for my Master.”

“That’s right, nothin’ but a bitch beggin’ for scraps.” He was poundin’ her now. Hard, painful fuckin’. Makin’ his claim of her. “But I’ll use you. Give me yer obedience, and I’ll give you value.”

“Th-thank you, Master.” The tears flowed from her large eyes and made wet, dark lines down her cheeks.

He jammed her ass hard and slumped over her body. He slid his thick arm under her throat and choked her, before giftin’ her just a bit of tenderness. Trig kissed her cheek and whispered into your large triangle ears, “Good girl.” Pepper’s cunt hemorrhaged in pleasure and her asshole squeezed and contracted around Trig’s dick as she felt herself lettin’ go. She looked back at him, pantin’ and proudly smilin’. She was a good girl. And good girls were allowed to cum.

His thick fingers squeezed under her collar at the back of her neck and he gripped it tightly. Fuckin’ fiercely as the table was scrapin’ across his office floor. He pulled her tail so hard she felt like it was gonna rip. Fightin’ to breathe and her muscles shakin’ and weakenin’, her claws scrapin’ scratches into the desk. Pepper begged him to stop, joyfully knowin’ he wouldn’t. Only the pleasure eclipsed the pain. Howlin’ to the sky as she felt his dick spurtin’. Pumpin’ her canine ass full, pourin’ out from her backside and matting her fur.

The office door burst open, bringin’ her ass fuckin’ to a much too sudden stop for Pepper’s likin’. It was the beetle scientist. “T-t-trig! It’s b-bad. They took…” Doctor Dinwa suddenly stopped, avertin’ his eyes. “For f-fuck's sake. Must you treat her like this?” General Trig smirked at his unwillin’ audience.

“Like what, ya insect freak? She needed a remindin’ of the peckin’ order ‘round here.” He sneered at the Doctor. They didn’t get along none too well. The doctor actin’ much to proud of beastkin and thinkin’ he’s smarter than the humans. So Trig always made a show of punishing Pepper in front of him, showin’ him how a good beast should behave. He pulled his cock from her ass, wrappin’ her tail around and cleanin’ himself off. “Now you better have a good excuse for…”

“The subject was stolen!”

The room went silent. The vein on Trig’s forehead bulged, and he pulled his pants up and fastened the belt. “The rabbit? The only fuckin’ survivor to justify this whole fuckin’ base!? How the fuck did you lose her?”

“Outlaw by the name of Lightfoot. They had an inside man, one of the soldiers packed her up and smuggled her out.”

“Fuckin’ hell!” He yanked Pepper’s leash and she tumbled off his desk, spittin’ on her as she rolled across the ground. Dinwa watched in disgust as Pepper was tryin’ to get up, but findin’ herself to weak to even get her knees under her. After stumblin', she resigned to the cold cement, moanin’. More in love with Trig than ever, she dipped her fingers in the fresh cum and rubbed it over her tits.

———————

Maizy was starin’. So was Captain Beau. Neither were sayin’ much for a good long while.

“Horny little thang.” They had pulled the Jitterbug along, not near far away as either would like, but as much as he could without blowin’ the boilers on the Mosquito. When they went down to check on the girl, they found her still unconscious, but not exactly restin’ peacefully. “Wonder what she’s dreamin’ about.”

“Yeah. She’s… um… should we be watching this, Captain?” Maizy was purrin’. Couldn’t help it when she got excited. Exactly why she ain’t much of a poker player.

The rabbit had Maizy’s pillow between her thighs and giggled in her sleep as she rubbed the soft white fur crownin’ her cunny against it. “Well, the way I see it is we saved the poor thang’s life. And now we’re, you know, makin’ sure she’s comfortable till she wakes.”

“You… think that’s gonna take long?” Beau recognized his own desperation reflected in the way Maizy asked her question.

“No clue.”

“Captain…”

“Eyes forward? No lookin’ at you?”

“Yup, don’t think it’ll be too hard for you this time.” It had been a stressful, long night. And they weren’t out of it yet. They both felt a mighty need for relief. Maizy was already droppin’ her pants to the ground, her long tail wrappin’ around her favorite leather dildo and bringin’ it to her hand. “Plenty nice to look at.”

“Finer than cold beer on a hot day.” Beau undid the straps on his pants and pulled his stiff cock from his drawers. “Hell of a lot better than Cherry starin’ dead-eyed back at me.”

“Her name is Lilith.”

“Whatever.”

Now one could argue that the more pertinent task was findin’ a way to unjam the bent paddle that made the Junebug as useless for escapin’ as tits on a warthog. Or maybe they coulda been keepin’ watch. But the way that little gal was humpin’ and twitchin’ and moanin’ had a rather stupifyin’ effect.

Captain got off first, shootin’ a load on Maizy’s floor that he promised to wipe clean. Then Maizy growled out her own climax. Then Maizy came again. Then the Captain. Steam Bunny was downright prettier than any whore they had ever even seen. Young, supple thing. Naked, asleep, and wigglin’ all over the large she-cat’s bed.

Then she started sweatin’. Which honestly, was doin’ it for her randy audience. Her skin started gettin’ red. And she started wailin’ like a tomcat in heat. “Captain, is it just me or is it gettin’ damn hot in here?”

Steam began waftin’ up from the rivets in her back. Slowly at first, and then her mouth opened wide, and she started mumblin’, “Please! Please! Please!” All the while, vapor poured from her lips and nostrils.

“Shit, I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church. Open the window!” The cloud of hot, wet air had filled the small room. Beau lowered his goggles, and Maizy stumbled forward, slippin’ on the Captain’s spunk puddle on the ground. Beau heard her fall and stepped forward to help, trippin’ over Maizy and stumblin’ onto the bed.

He realized he had landed on top of the rabbit girl, his sticky cock pressed against her ass. Now, Maizy never did believe him, but I can vouch for the fact that Beau really did try to get up. He did, maybe not as hard as he could’ve. But he tried. Steam Bunny grabbed him by the wrist, holdin’ him. She reached between her legs and took hold of his cock. Then she started hummin’ to herself as she pulled it through and started rubbin’ the lips of her pussy against his shaft.

Maizy was cursin’, Captain’s spunk stuck in her fur as she got to her feet and felt along the wall findin’ a window. The bunny’s hummin’ got louder and louder, Captain Beau comfortably trapped between her thighs as the intense heat of her wet, smolderin’ cunny spurred his libido. Then her body went stiff, and she squeezed his dick so hard he was worried it might pop, and then let out just the most adorable squeak. Both came together all over Maizy’s sheets.

Another rush of Steam hissed from her back. And he waited for the cloud to clear out the window to see what was happenin’. The young rabbit girl reached lower and started fondlin’ his balls. The air cleared, and he saw she was lookin’ back at him. Her pale blue eyes starin’ into his goggles. She giggled and smirked. “Well, howdy, sir! Do I know you?”

Infatuated by that horny little grin, Captain Beau stared right back. “Don’t think so, Sweetness. But I’m eager to remedy that.”

“Hey, Captain.” Beau looked up. Caught up in the moment, he sorta forgot he was in Maizy’s room. But her fist slammin’ into his eye was a good reminder.

———————

Doctor Dinwa did his best to ignore Pepper. She bought into the nauseatin’ ‘racial purity’ rhetoric that he found awful unscientific. Oh, he worked for the Menagerie. But cuttin’-edge bioengineering ain’t cheap, and no one funds ethically questionable experiments like a power-hungry fascist regime. He reluctantly made his deal with the devil to get what he wanted, like many of the Menagerie’s soldiers who took their money. But Pepper was different. She was a zealot, and watchin’ his fellow beastkin cast herself so low was as much a disservice to his pride as anythin’ else.

“General Trig, will you please make her wear clothes? The rules are clear; she should be in uniform like any other soldier. My god, man. She’s an officer!” Didn’t help that Captain Pepper outranked him and still crawled on all fours, swoonin’ at the General. It made the hemolymph sloshin’ under his exoskeleton boil.

Trig sat in his chair and scratched her behind the ears. She smiled up at him, squeezin’ her tits together and whimperin’. “Why should she, Dinwa. If I had it my way, all y’all filthy animals would be stripped.” Pepper looked at him and barked her approval, then growled at the beetle. She knew how angry it made the Doctor when she didn’t speak. “Now, tell me how you fucked up.”

“How I f-fucked up?! I am in charge of the scientists. You are in charge of the s-s-soldiers. And it was one of your men who was the mole.” He sneered back at Pepper.

“Mole? Bring Private Tomsan to me. I’m gonna let my wolf rip out his throat after he told us everythin’.” Pepper bared her glistenin’ fangs.

“Private Tomsan? He had nothing to do with it!”

Trig furrowed his brow. “You said it was the mole.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” His wings buzzed in anger. “Not Private Tomsan, the mole. Private Jones, the jaybird who was a mole. He’s probably been feeding intelligence to god knows what gangs. And he flew the coop when we were tryin’ to capture Lightfoot.”

“Useless beasts!” In a fit of rage, he swept his broad arm over his desk and sent everything crashin’ down. “I only had one more week stationed in this pit of hell. That rabbit-soldier you concocted was my ticket off this bayou. And she’s your only subject who’s survived. You need her for more fuckin’ fundin’. So let’s put the cards on the table, how fucked are we that she got out, and how hard will she be to recapture?”

Dinwa’s wings buzzed in agitation. Steam Bunny had been his greatest creation and most frustratin’ failure. Somewhere between graftin’ on a mechanical skeleton, the chemical and genetic treatments, and the sheer heat produced by the subjects, all his experiments ended in a boilin’, bloody mess. But not the Bunny. She survived, and he could not figure out why, let alone replicate his success.

“Depends, did they leave her strapped to the restraint? And failing that, is she steadily reaching sexual climax?”

Trig had known about the quirk for the rabbit soldier, and he certainly had enjoyed watchin’ her be fucked by the steam-powered cock. A rather cathartic site for a bastard like Trig. “And what happens if she doesn’t?”

Dinwa enjoyed talkin’ shop, speakin’ faster and clickin’ through the science of it. “She’s in heat. In more ways than one. The modifications we made to her body make her grow hotter and more agitated. And the cocktail of hormones set her libido through the roof. An orgasm relieves her on both accounts. So long as her systems are regularly flushed, she should remain calm. But if she can’t release the pressure, she’ll grow violent, unable to control her own actions.”

Pepper nuzzled her maw into Trig’s crotch, excitin’ him nearly as much as it pissed off the Doctor before askin, “Wasn’t the brainwashin’ complete? She should be loyal to the true human leaders, correct?”

Dinwa went quiet, not wantin’ to answer. He sighed and adjusted his glasses. “She wasn’t done. The rabbit had been brain scrubbed, all her memories expunged. She was a complete blank canvas, ready to be indoctrinated. Those sessions were to start today.”

Trig stood up and walked to the window on his office door, leadin’ his obedient hound by her leash. He peeked through the drapes on the windows out into the horrifically bloody floor of failed experiments and sufferin’ and dyin’ test subjects. “And tell me, Dinwa. If our robbers were stupid enough to let her out, what could we expect?”

“If they did that, they would be inviting their own deaths. The rabbit would be confused. Agitated. Likely already unstable and violent. They probably would be dead in minutes. Releasing her in this state would be like unleashing the devil itself into this world.”

———————

The bunny girl scratched her crotch as she polished off another bowl of cheap canned stew and a large jug of water.

“Captain, that’s four days’ rations.” Maizy was starin’ in disbelief. Now, she was a big lady. And as an alpha predator, she had a high metabolism. And she ain’t never put it away like the young lady sittin’ at their dinin’ room table.

“Yeah, yeah, I can see that.” Captain Beau was slack-jawed, holdin’ a pack of ice against his swollen black eye. Wonderin’ if she would ever stop eatin’. And finally, she signaled her hunger sated with a large belch, pointing to the wall.

“She’s pretty. When am I gonna meet her?” She bounced in her seat, eyes dartin’ around the little communal space.

“Who?” Asked Beau.

Maizy followed her finger. “Lilith?” She asked, lookin’ back at the naked snake woman poster.

“Her name is…” A large furry hand cupped his mouth. He decided not to argue. Havin’ cum in her bed, Maizy was none too fond of him in this particular moment.

“Yeah! Her.” She bit her lip, and her ears went straight, holdin’ her breath in anticipation. “Does she like girls?”

“Um, honey. That’s just a drawin’. We don’t know her.” Maizy reached across the table and took her by the hand. “Little darlin’, would it be alright if we asked you some questions?”

“Oh, sure!” She looked over Maizy, her large tits constrained in her work shirt. Ripplin’ muscles and such a pretty coat of fur. She especially liked the black tufts of hair on her ears. Not feelin’ a lick of shame, her hand slipped under the oversized pants the Captain gave her. His clothes were still a closer fit than Maizy’s. Her small, dainty fingers teasin’ her cunny. “What do you want to know?”

Captain Beau sat next to her, tryin’ to decide if he should even bring up the social faux pas of masturbatin’ in front of strangers. “Well, Sweetness. Let’s start with your name.”

“Oh, um…” Her eyes were locked with Maizy’s. “What do you mean? Isn’t that my name?”

Captain blinked, then looked at Maizy, who seemed to be lost in her baby blues. “Isn’t what your name?”

“Sweetness. It’s what you’ve been callin’ me! I just thought that was my name!”

Beau and Maizy shared a troubled glance. Maizy squeezed her hand. “Girl, the Captain calls lots of ladies that. Don’t you know your own name?”

She shrugged. “Nope, can’t remember a thing! But I like Sweetness.” She bit her lip and plunged her finger hard inside her, creatin’ a loud and frankly distractin’ squelch while starin’ at Maizy. “Please, Mama. Can’t you just call me Sweetness, too?”

Maizy purred. She was cute as a button, and the smell of her cunt was drivin’ Maizy up the wall. “Sure. Sure, Sweetness. I think it suits ya.”

Captain shrugged. “Well, tell you what. Until we figure out your actual name, let’s just go with Sweetness.” Beau was findin’ himself downright jealous of the way Sweetness looked at the great cat. “Do you know how you got in that crate?”

Droppin’ her borrowed trousers to her ankles, she plunged her fingers greedily into her warm little puss. “What crate? First thing I remember is seein’ you two touchin’ me all over and gettin’ off! Are ya gonna do that again? When are you gonna tie me up again? I liked that! And where’s that toy?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Sweetness. The first thang you remember is seein’ us and cummin’?”

She nodded her head and an erotic sigh escaped her lips, “Oh, yeah! Felt right good.”

“And you don’t have nobody else you remember? Family, friends?” Much to Maizy’s surprise, the small girl squeezed her hand, and it felt like hers would break.

She tugged her large hand toward her lap, nearly pullin’ the large woman out of her seat. “I do have friends! You two! So, you gonna make me cum again?”

Maizy traced her fingertips over the soakin’ cunt of the young girl, before thinkin’ better of it. She reluctantly pulled her hand back. “Sweetness, are you… um…”

Her ears drooped, and the corners of the bunny girl’s mouth turned down into a frown. “You don’t wanna?”

“I mean, I will.” Captain Beau offered. The more he watched the little horny toad playin’ with herself, the less he felt those pesky morals of his fightin’ against his instincts.

“Oh! Good! I wasn’t feelin’ so nice. You know what it’s like, gettin’ all worked up!” Jumpin’ to her feet, she kicked away her pants and tossed off the lent jacket, excitedly bendin’ naked over the table.

“Well, fuck. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t acquiesce to such a request!” Reachin’ for his belt and hard as a crocodile’s gaze, Maizy’s large clawed hand grabbed his wrist.

“Sweetness, one moment. Captain Beau and I need to have ourselves a private chat.” Maizy could physically pull him away, but only shuttin’ the door could drag his eyes off the poutin’ little randy bunny. “Captain? Really? That ain’t right. Somethin’s wrong with her.”

Beau shrugged. “I mean, she seems of sound mind and very, very sound body.”

Maizy slapped him in the back of the head. “That gal don’t remember nothin’ past poppin’ out of a god damned Menagerie sex torture crate and doesn’t even know her name! She is the exact opposite of ‘sound mind’!”

“Alright, I will admit that’s more than a fair point. But… allow me a counter argument.” He opened the door, and they both looked in. Sweetness was fuckin’ herself with the handle of a pan from the kitchen.

Maizy sighed. “Fuck.” She sighed again. “Fuck. Oh fuck, she’s pretty. Ain’t she?”

“Pretty as a picture. Tell you what, how about I give you the first poke at her? Seems like she’s up for us both and I certainly won’t mind goin’ second.”

Maizy’s ethical objections were crumblin’ fast. In fact, she was right on the verge of acceptin’ the Captain’s terms when a tappin’ was comin’ from the outside of the ship’s haul. The familiar sound of Frankie’s lackey, Boudreau, “Well, lookey here! Looks like we found the Jitterbug. Knock knock, Cap’n. You home? Think you got somethin’ for Frankie.”

Captain Beau winced. Had been so worried about the Menagerie on his tail, he forgot about Frankie’s cartel. With a frustrated huff, he looked up to Maizy. “Well, I think we’re both about to get fucked in a way neither of us are gonna like.”

———————

Frankie didn’t like to be interrupted at the best of times, let alone when they were on the precipice of sexual elation.

The red insect woman had been bouncin’ on the large rhino, nearly screamin’ from the overwhelming sensation of the tremendously rough cock filin’ her cunt. The rhino’s dark eyes starin’ at her as she suffered in her pleasure. Determined not to cum until she did.

That’s when the door burst open.

“Boss, s-sorry to disturb ya but Boudreau is back and…”

Frankie drew the gun on the side of the mattress, and without even needin’ to look, fired boilin’ scrap into the face of the guard. He gargled and choked on his own blood as he fell to the ground. The rhino starin’ at him repeatin’, “Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu…” The red spider woman sneared at Boudreau and extended the four spindly legs she kept tucked behind her back.

“Uh-uh. No, no, no. I didn’t need no par-boiled lizard fuck ruinin’ my good time with Buba here..”

Suddenly, her concubine began screamin’. The rhino, recoilin’ in terror at the first dead body he’d ever seen. Frankie considered killin’ the cock blockin’ iguana then and there as the thick rhino went soft inside her.

“Shhh, shhh, shhhhhh.” One of her spider legs reached for the rhino’s mouth and she spurt some web gently across his lips and stickin’ his mouth shut, bringin’ him to blubberin’ quiet. “Easy, child. You were doin’ so good too. Now, I’ve got to take care of a little business, Sugar. Why don’t you head down to the bar? Tell Bert to give you some dream shroom and a hard shot of whiskey. On the house. And send up Gus.” She stroked his cheek and smiled, her pointed fangs drippin’ with venom as she kissed his tremblin’ cheek “But don’t go too far, I’m gonna want you back here when I’m done with business.

She quickly pivoted and jumped off the rhino, landin’ across the room in a flash. Frankie pinned the mutilated lizard man underneath her, stabbin’ his arm with her sharp spider legs and holdin’ her pistol against his soft belly as tried to swallow a scream.

“Did you bring me my prize?” she chittered angrily.

“N-no, Miss Frankie. Captain Beau and that bitch cat, they double-crossed us.”

Frankie let out a nasty hiss. “You’re gonna tell me everythin’, child. Start from the beginning.”