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B¤¤MER ROO

** Job 1¤ Bank Heist & Breakfast**

Boomer Roo woke up in her flat 11 am. It was an ordinary hot morning in the sandy, down-under westcoast town of Westpark. A city of corrupt mayors, rotten cops, gangs, hookers, drugs, violence and car theft. Being a kangaroo with a long criminal record Boomer felt right at home as always, here in the district of Shoreside on northern Oblong Island in the northwest coast of town. Climbing up from her bed where she was, now as ever, accompanied by her two demonic molls, Joel, an incubus, and Yo-Yo, a succubus.

They both moaned as they were trying to regain their strenght to get up after being drunk, high and wonderfully ravaged by Boomer all night. The apartment was old, trashy and had cockroaches living in the walls, but Joel and Yo-Yo didn't care. They would share hell as long as it was with their beloved, bad-to-the-bone, kangeroo pimpstress. And Boomer couldn't care less. Hell, she liked it this way. The pests gave it all a touch of the bush wilderness, where she grew up.

She scratched her head with her sharp nails, brushed aside the curved locks of her wild, neck-long, maroonish-brown, aboriginal hair and looked into the cracked mirror hanging on the wall. She always liked to look into the mirror after taking psychadelic drugs the night before, just to check so eveything was there. Which it was as she looked at her image through her new contact lenses that she had gotten yesterday. She was still a kangaroo with dark eyes, a brown coat of hair over her brown skin with colorful tattoos all over, a thick, powerful pointy tail, long ears with piercings, outlined cheekbones and long snout with a silvery nosering and a mouth that was barely visible under the huge overlip.

She was very, very tall and rippled all over with swelling muscularity. She began to flex, making outlinings and bulging veins blast across the skin and the coat of hair all over her body. Her forearms swelling up into delta-veiny peaks, her plating-like abs rippling over her stomach and pierced naval, her thighs thick, hard, veiny and bulging like kebabs on steroids. They looked like they could crush a waterpost. Hell, even her pussy, it's labia thick, beefy and blasting veins across it's red spider tatoo, looked and felt like it could brake off a broomhandle.

She had thick, round, mighty, tattooed, kangaroo-tits that were enormous, veiny, soft and yet hard like air-bags. With disc-wide, ebony-dark nipples, each one with piercings around the glands and coiled by the long tails of the white and yellow lizard tattoos crawling over the sides of her abdomen, serpentining up her boobs. Her swelling, hard glands themselves were the size of gumballs. She made it all bob and swing around on her underlying pectoral muscles as she flexed them. She made her tittys bob up so hard, flexing them both simultaneously, that they clubbered her right in the snout, nearly knocking her off her feet.

She shakes her head, making her upperlip flap and nosering shake, before rubbing her nose, not making a sound. She turns around to look at her ripped back as well as her enormous, broad, swelling ass, pushing up the thick, powerful tail that grew out above them. Each asscheek like a huge, swelling boulder that bounced around, with the word "B¤¤M" tattooed on each of them with white and black capital letters. The O's shaped like her family's aborigin symbol, called the boomering, which was a circle formed by two pairs of boomerangs hooking into one another.

She began to squat and twerk in front of the mirror, making her ass cheeks vibrate, bounce and jiggle around with a smile forming across her snout.

Joel was up now and noticing that she was too.

"Morning, Mama Boom. Looking good as ever."

She stood up tall, towering over him from where she stood with her legs spread like in a western flick, waggin her tail and flexing her gigantic ass.

Still making it bounce and jiggle all over in the mirror like vibrating boulders of hard, shaky, B¤¤M-b¤¤M blubber with fine brown coat of hair. She glanced and flickered with her eyebrows at him, with a mixed look of friendly amusement and commanding emission. A sort of:

"Ha! Look at me! Now, you be good to me now, alright!"

She didn't say anything. All it took was that expression to make him say.

"Sure. I'll make see what we got."

And then he went out to the kitchen. Massaging his long, masssive, blue-veiny dick with both hands as he shambles out. She smiled widely as she closed her eyes thinking, while bouncing on her kangaroo-feet where she stood, making her mighty ass cheeks clap. And as her ass clapped, it clapped so "booming" loud that it made the neighbour downstairs shout and knock on the ceiling, telling them to be quite.

She didn't care. She was thinking about how much she loved that cute, blonde, skinny, red-eyed, pointy eared little hash-devil out there in the kitchen. As much as she loved that sweet, silver blonde, slim, curvacious, red-eyed, pointy eared hash-demoness still turning in the bed. She never got tired of them both being around. Never got tired of them both looking after the place, washing her clothes, cooking "KA-B¤¤M" which was Boomers own street-brand of analgesic-stimulant preperation made from the native "Boompang-cacti", cleaning her guns, whoring in cash, giving her makeovers, getting hard and moist for her whenever she wanted to bonk either or both of them senseless.

It was "work practice" before hitting the streets after all. Something the two did with one another a lot both when Boomer was home and when she was out, just to get each other in the loop before they got out to hunt down some clients. And she never got tired of squeezing her beefy pussy around that enormous, shiny cock of Joel til it went dry and soar and slamming her rumbling ass against his dangling, KA-B¤¤M-injected balls til they turned battered, blue, while cramming the thick tip of her tail into Yo-Yo's little pussy and make it a three-some.

Never got tired of Joel jackhammering it all they way into her every opening whenever she signaled him to give it to her good. And then have Yo-Yo at him while Yo-Yo also wiped off Joel's plentyful, cascading jizz out of Boomers insides and shining her gumball sized clit with that long, reptile-like tounge both her and Joel had. Having them both sucking and biting her nipples just the way she liked it and eating her ass like hamchops, til they had stinging bite marks all over and the coat and skin on them glistened with saliva.

Sometimes struggling, sometimes cuddling. Leaving either a subtle mess of dope, booze, vaseline, jizz and worn out furniture. Or a bloody, roaring, wrecking ruckus that drew the neighbours mad.

Yet left them too scared of what big, bad, beefy, busty, bouncy Boomer Roo would do if they'd have them evicted. She was both hard and soft on them both in every weather, which wasn't the case with anyone else. They were her molls, her companions, her merchandize and her little servants. In the end of the day they shared everything all three together.

"There's no food."

Joel saying those words made her snap out of her rosie, thunder-ass-clapping reminiscing. She went out to him in the kitchen. He stood there by the open fridge dumbfounded, scratching his blonde head.

"Looks like we're out."

Boomer grabbed the fridge door he was holding and swung it aside, nearly pulling it of it's hinges.

She staired into the empty, untidy fridge and then back at Joel with her eyes squinching and her ears spike-erected. Joel then noticed that Yo-Yo was up and leaning by the kitchen doorframe and rubbing her eyes, yawning.

"Yo-Yo? Were those frisbee bombs we threw at the cop cars chasing us in Mama Booms cab last night, or was it our week-hold of donuts?" Joel asked.

While Yo-Yo was thinking of an answer to that question, Boomer stands there rolling her eyes scowling, trying to think back and then she glances down and spots the cardboardbox filled with frisbees strapped with homemade explosives, just sitting there in the corner beside the fridge.

Boomer palms her face and grimaces with her snout.

"Oh! That's where I put those! Were we wasted or what!" Yo-Yo says, seeing the box too.

Boomer leers at her, letting her hand glide down her snout and clenching it in anger. She shys from Boomers angered gaze like an intimidated mouse and says.

"Sorry, Mama Boom."

She pouts her lips in further anger and then clubber Joel in the back with her tail, knocking him over the kitchen counter, as she then storms back into the bedroom, showing Yo-Yo aside, and gets herself dressed in her pink thong, her blue, zippered hoodie-thong-leotard with the boomering family symbol painted on the back in white and red spraypaint, which she keeps unzipped across her chest and belly revealing her abs and cleavage, and her collar and tassles made of brown shoelaces.

She tosses over Yo-Yo's and Joel's clothes in a folded pile for each on. Joels sneakers, white boxers, jeans shorts, pink tank top and grey hoodie and Yo-Yos's thong, blue, laced, thigh high stockings, yellow over the shoulder, low cut, skirted blouse, high heel boots and pink hoodie. She then angrily slams a roll of white tape on the kitchen table and sits down with crossed arms, waiting for them both to get dressed.

She then holds out her hands and feet one by one, like she would do whenever she wanted them to give her manicures, and had them taping them for her, wrists to fists and shanks to soles.

"There. Good to go." Joel says.

"What are you gonna do, Mama Boom?" Yo-Yo asks.

She gets up, grabs Yo-Yo by the pointy ear, like a mother do to her disobidient child, and drag her with her, Joel tagging after them.

"Aow! Aow! Aow!" Yo-Yo whimpers.

She drag her by the ear out on the balcony, where she lifts her up like a baby and then tosses her down into the container that is standing around just outside, three storeys down. She gives off just a slightly startled "wooah" as this happens, as she knows that there are matresses piled up inside the container, which she lands on softly. Joel jumps from the balcony next, down into the dumpster, landing beside Yo-Yo on the soft matresses below.

Boomer then have herself jump down from the balcony and like the muclebound she-hulk of a kangaroo she is, she lands steady with her feet on the hard asphalt beside the container. She helps Joel and Yo-Yo down as they climb out of the dumpster. They all three pull their hoodies over there heads, Boomer having cut out holes to stick her ears out of the hoodie, and then they get inside Boomers taxi, with a roof sign that spelled TA¤I, standing parked in the alleyway by the dumpster.

"Where going to the phones, right Mama Boom?" Joel asks, sitting beside Yo-Yo in the backseat.

Boomer adjusts her driving mirror and nods flatly to Joels question, as she put her keyes in the ignition lock and fires up the engine. She drives them over to the parking lot by the beach, where "the phones" was to be found, standing in a line. The phones was always ringing and on the other end there was always somebody with a job for supercriminals like Boomer to undertake. There was only one other person there. A fat, wall-eyed penguin in a suit speaking in the far left end.

So Boomer got out of the cab and picked up the phone that rang on the far right end. While Joel and Yo-Yo stayed in the car and kept an eye on the penguin over at the other end, in case they had to waste him for eavesdropping. A voice speaks on the other end of the telephone line and Boomer recognices it right away. It was "Unrooted, living, tree-related, antropmorph", commonly known as Ultra. She was a vicewoman. She was in fact the chairwoman of the board of the Westpark Vice. One of the big crime organizations running the city.

Her smooth voice floating from all the mookah she was always smoking and sounding really high over the phone.

"Hey! Boomer Roo, darling! Just the kind of boomerang I need for a good throw! Wanna make some dough, big hon?"

As usual she didn't have to say anything. In this town people she was seeing just knew what she was thinking most of the time. Even over the phone she just had to nod beside the horn and Ultra knew her answer.

"That's what I thought." Ultra said chuckling a bit.

"Alright. Listen up closely, hon. One of my birds on the street, Bo Pinkz, has been picking in my fruit basket for too long and I think the time is right to make an example. You know what I mean? You know what I mean! He! She's pulling a diamond heist right now with a broken wing at the Zwindlers bank of Columbine and needs a ride in some wheels getting prepped over at Tinys in Helterskelter, asap."

"You pick her up, you put her lights out, rip the charges, give Tiny his cut and then run the money and the pics of it all over to outback of La Loca Bomba. The Kiwickeds wil be waiting for you there to pay you a cut and... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I just got an idea! If you got your pointy eared moll-boy with you right now, how about you film him doing some of that "incubi plumbing" work with her in the backseat first.

"Have the twins send me that naughty stuff along with the pics right over when your done and I'll have them give you an even bigger cut. Sounds good? Sounds good! Have fun now! Peace!"

Boomer hangs up the phone and give the penguin a glance. There was something she felt like doing before getting back into the cab. Boomer hadn't forgotten that she's a marsupial. She had a pouch. A slit opening that ran across in between her bust and her abdomen. She had her back turned against the penguin and she stuck her left hand in under the slit, pushing her arm in between her tits as she dug in and then pulled out her most trusted weapon.

A boomerag, made of chrome, with little boomerings engraved across the blade. Holding it close to her she formed "the circle of life and death" from where she stood. She focused her spiritual energy on establishing this circle for which she was life where the circle began and ended. And everything else along the circle was death. Her boomerang was going to unleash it's hunter, make a kill and then return back to rest in her hand.

She took her time, not that she needed to, and after a solid half-minute she had the path laid out. And then she spun around and threw it. The boomerang swooped around whirling through the air. In a flash it had slashed the air in front of the penguin, who was just about to walk out of there, and then it appeared like magic back into Boomers hand, sealing the circle. The penguin felt this sudden intrusion in his personal space and then he looked down on the ground.

Two dead mosquitoes laid sliced in half on the sidewalk. Not knowing how it happened or that there's a giant kangaroo-lady over there looking at him, he begins to speak out loudly to himself as he gasps over what he sees on the sidewalk.

"Jesus Christ! Those are Suecide Mosquitos! I could have gotten the HEV from those had they stung me!"

He sighs heavily and then says.

"It must be my lucky day!"

Just as he says those words, his head suddenly explodes, making Boomers whole face squinch in schock as she sees this from where she stands. Vanishing in a splash of blood, bone and brain tissue, splatting all over the sidewalk as his body collapse on the spot. To late. The mosquitos had already stung him and the virus had already done it's work.

HEV. Head-Expoding-Virus. Well, it was worth a try, Boomer thought. Trying to be a hero for once. She slips her boomerang back in under her pouch, where it vanishes within for now, and then she get's back into her cab and drives off with her molls in the back, letting them know the situation. Just as what Ultra instructed she drives south across Oblong Island and then turn east, taking the bridge across the Dundee River into the district of Helterskelter and entering the deep shady alleway called "Rat-maze", where a Tinys is to be found witin the district.

There she and the cubi-moles sees Tiny, a crazy tazmanian devil and identical brother of ten, all named Tiny, all running a Tinys garage each all over town, which each one is a chop chop dealing with stolen cars, machinery and guns. Most of them here right in the central parts of the urban boomerang of the coast that is Westpark. This Tiny has the blue cadillac standing ready in his garage, grafittied all over and rigged with explosives.

He tells them that the graffiti is intentional. It'll have the cops looking for a car with a non-existent signalement, since they would blow it up afterwards. All they had to do to set off the timer was to push the button opening up the gas hatch and they'd hear it ticking from there. They leave Boomers taxi within Tiny,s garage as pledge til they come back with his cut. He throws them the keyes and they get into the cadillac, Boomer behind the wheels, Yo-Yo beside her and Joel in the backseat, and then they head north towards the district next door to Helterskelter, which is Columbine.

They reach Zwindlers Bank there, where the bank alarms have been rung and they both spot this curvy, flamingo woman dressed like a nun, running out with a suitcase and an Uzi in her pink, handy wings. She sees the cadillac and Joel and Yo-Yo rolling down both their windows and shouting.

"Get in!! Hurry!!"

Joel tries to get the cardoor open, but it's stuck. The flamingo named Bo Pinkz then squeezes the suitcase through the open backwindow and leaps through it herself. Joel has to pull her in as hard as he can to squeeze in her fat tits and ass through it. She lands over him, smothering him with her rack, as she "fops" through the window and into the backseat. Boomer pushes the pedal to the metal as soon as she start hearing sirens coming their way.

"Phew! I knew I should have capped that clerk's hands instead of his balls! Wouldn't have pushed the alarm button if I had! But what fun would that be!" Bo Pinkz yells.

She throws the headgarment off, which lands over Yo-Yo who tosses it out the window. Bo Pinkz brushing back her gelled, pink, feathery comb and flicking her loop earrings with the finger. Cop cars comes chasing after the cadillac now in full speed. Boomer takes a sharp left turn by the uphill-downhill junction, shafing the cars hull against a wall made of limestone while the car leaps downhill. Making Yo-Yo tense up and squeak where she sits.

The backseat rumbles and Pinkz falls off Joel, allowing the poor incubus to breath while he holds on to the loaded briefcase. She grabs hold of the headrest as the car bumps and then curves her long neck sideways as she sees Joel. A mean smile forming on her crooked beak.

"Well, well, well. Look what little treat ol' Ultra have thrown into Bo Pinkz's escape vehicle."

Joel grabs the backrest and tries to heave himself up.

Bo Pinkz then puts her Uzi to his chin, making him freeze where he hangs over the backrest, half-sitting. Yo-Yo looks at what's going on in the backeseat, feeling even more tense now.

"You don't need to hold that for me, my boy."

Boo-Boo takes the suitcase from him and puts it under the seat. Then she pulls up her nun garb and have her haybag-sized, pink feathery jugs drop out, left and then right.

"Come over and give mommy Pinkz a good suckle instead."

Joel gets up slowly with on hand raised, while his shorts slowly becomes one size to small for his stiffening cock. He signals to Yo-Yo looking at them from the passenger seat to start recording with her cellphone.

"Okay. Just don't shoot me... mommy." Joel says.

Boomer hears what's going on in the back, but she's too busy trying to shake those cop cars off that where coming in closer.

She takes another daring turn and drives straight through Eucalypt Park. She rams through a hotdog stand and hits a frogman who flies up into the air like a volleyball and then falls and splatters all over the windshield. Leaving this huge dump of mush and slimy green frog blood all over the window, making it impossible for Boomer to see through, forcing her too wave down the window and stick her head out while driving through the park.

Dodging Eucalytus trees and running down people, people being easier to rip through, having one of the cop cars crash into one of the trees, leaving two of them left in pursuing. Holding on as hard as they could in the action of the chase, Yo-Yo begins to record with her cellphone as Joe begin to suck Bo Pinkz's tits. Bo Pinkz's then notice this and points the Uzi at Yo-Yo, making Joel stop.

"Um. Our pimpstress says it ain't hustlin' if we make it a flick." Yo-Yo says nervously, staring into the barrel of the Uzi pointed at her.

The flamingo then smiles even meaner.

"Rolling while rolling! I like it! And you! Keep sucking it or I'm pulling it, bonkyboy!"

Boomer could hear them even with the wind in her ears as she now drives down the long, wide stairs of Eucaypt Landing. Here she found it a good time to once again pull out the boomerang from her personal secret inventory. She then drills her eyes into the rearview mirror for a split second and focuses her circle.

Focuses where she wants the boomerang to go. Where the circle is to begin and where it is to end, where she will be for it's return. And then she throws the shining boomerang out of the car window. It whirls around, cleaves it's path through the air. It goes in an arc across the stairs right where the two police cars is coming down and then seals the circle, being caught back into the throwers hand behind the wheels of the raging cadillac. And in a swift flash it had slashed their front tires, making them "poof" as they touch the stairs. The two cars goes flipping and rolling and crashing into each other down the stairs.

They catapult themselves into the air right after the cadillac that is having it's pace seriously broken, as Boomer fails to rip through one of the kids on the basket court at the foot of the stairs, who's wearing a T-shirt that says "Please, kill me" and is so bloating fat that his gizzard is like a polymer jell-O that get's stuck under the wheels. The other kids manage to get away thanks to his sacrifice, but the cadillac get's hit by the two crashing police cars and is sent spinning around into one of the basket polls, wrecking the side of the front end.

Boomer gets up, shaking life back into her head, after having her snout slammed into the dashboard. This is the last time she tries to rip through a fat kid with an old cadillac, she thought. The sirens were dead now. The car was still. She could now turn her attention to the noise in the back. She turns her head around and her snout get's hit yet again, this time by Joels naked skinny, incubus ass spinning around over the backseat, as he stirrs his cock into Bo Pinkz's pussy like a beater on full speed, while still suckling her purple nipples. They both cum in the backseat while Yo-Yo, still hyperventilating and hugging the headrest of her seat like a scared cat hugging a tree, is still recording with her phone.

Bo Pinkz cums so hard she's tweeting like an operetto, as she have her feathery pussy, and the backseat she's doing the spread-eagle in, drenched in sparkling, incubus jizz. She wasn't holding the uzi in her wing anymore, but grabbing his scrawny asscheek with the same wing to push him further in, but still filming it all with Joels cellphone. Her long neck slacks off and her head drops down on the backrest with an expression of heavenly catharsis.

She looks at Boomer looking at her from behind the driver seat and says while puffing for breath.

"Wow. This is a high class stud you got here. Can I please buy a next go?"

Boomer smirks silly at first to her comment, but then her face switches to volcanic rage as she grabs Bo's head and slams it into a car window, breaking the glass and knocking Bo out.

Normally Boomer had never minded other women, or men, having a ride on Joel's joystick. She was Joels pimpstress after all and had been whoring him out for easy cash for a long time, same thing with Yo-Yo. But beside her outsourcer wanting Bo Pinkz dead, she didn't like Bo Pinkz very much and would feel good having Bo Pinkz offed. The bird had pointed an Uzi at her molls. That is something Boomer by principle, as a professional hustleress, can never have anyone do without a broken face, wether she was getting paid to break it or not.

Satisfied with what she'd just done, she snaps her fingers next to Yo-Yo's ear to have her snap out of her panic mode, and then gestures to them both to take the pictures, grab the briefcase and to be on their merry way. Both nods, Joel put on his pants and Yo-Yo sets up for photoing, while Boomer pushes the gas tank opener button, setting the charges to blow and then gets out. Yo-Yo takes pictures of Pinkz with the cellphone and find it funny that even as she lies there knocked out, with a bloody beak and her tounge stupefyingly hanging out of her jarring mouth, she still looked like she'd just had a smashing good time.

Boomer, hearing the ticking coming out of the open gas tank and more sirens wailing from the distance, hurries to a nearby manhole where she removes the lid to have them escape down through it. Meanwhile, Yo-Yo take her last pictures and opens the door opposite to the one Joel couldn't open before, seeing Joel pushing Bo Pinkz's unconscious body aside and grabbing for the suitcase stuck under the front seat.

Joel pulls to get it out, but it's stuck. He keeps pulling and pulling. Yo-Yo grabs onto him and they both pull with all of their might but the case won't come free. And thye can both hear the charges ticking outside. They both begin shouting

"Mama Boom!!! Help us!!! The case!!! It's stuck!!! We can't get it out!!!"

Boomer sprints back, pulls Joel and Yo-Yo out of the car, grab the case, breaks the seat as she yanks the suitcase out of there, grabs hold if it in her mouth, grabs hold of her molls like children over her shoulders and sprints to the manhole with both the case and the molls in her grasp.

Yo-Yo whips out her phone again and takes rapid snapshots of the car as it explodes, just as Boomer jumps down through the manhole with them both. They fall down into the sewer with flaming petroleum crashing down after them through the sewer orifice. Boomer, the super kangaroo that she is, bounds forward off the sewer floor as soon as she lands on it, leaping away from the fire raining down on them.

Safe now she puts Joel and Yo-Yo down, puts down the briefcase and holds her breath as she digs into her pouch again.

"Eeew! God! I can't breath!" Joel and Yo-Yo whines, holding over their mouths and noses.

Boomer pulls out a couple of gasmasks from her pouch and hands it to them.

"Oh! Thanks, Mama Boom." Joel says.

Boomer pulls out a gasmask for herself and they all three pull back their hoodies, put their gasmasks on and put their hoodies back over their heads.

Then they hear this monstrous growling noise, coming from somewhere within the bowls of the sewers, making both Joel and Yo-Yo jump with fright and grab onto Boomer tightly.

"W-what was that!?" Yo-Yo whimpers.

Boomer pets both above the hood and then push them away from her and have them let go. She reminded them once again that this is Australia. The city sewers out here is about as deadly as everywhere else in the country, if not more so.

Boomer tugs her pouch by the slit and stretches the opening out so she can cram the entire suitcase inside it and have it disappear into it. She digs through her pouch's inventory again and pull out a sewer map, a map she'd drawn herself while exploring the sewers in the past, and a loaded Glock that came equipped with a flashlight. She cocks it and turn on it's light, to illuminate the map and the darkness of the sewer.

She nods to her molls to keep close to her as she leads them both ahead, holding her gun out sideways and the map close to the flashlight, glancing at it now and then, while keeping herself alert for any sewer monsters lurking about. With light and map they managed to maneuver through the dark sewer maze, suprisingly coming across no hostilities, despite the creepy sounds coming from the deep.

They follow the perimeter along this broad, deep, running stream of mutant green city sludge. Eventually they find the ladder leading up to the exact manhole Boomer was looking for on the map. They all look up through the far-up going orifice where the long, long ladder disappeared into the darkess above, as Boomers gunlight could not reach it's top. She folds the map and slips it away inside her pouch. As they both focus their eyes on the ladder climbing up into nowhere, something surfaces stealthy from within the darkness behind them.

Six, huge, sinister, green tentacles slowly errects from the toxic stream. One of them silently reaches out, grabs Joel by the ankle and then yanks him off the sewer floor screaming. Boomer and Yo-Yo spins around and Boomer searches for Joel with the gunlight. He's being dangled around in the air above the stream by the tentacle holding his ankle, screaming.

"HELP!!! MAMA BOOM!!! HELP ME!!!"

Boomer aims and fires at it, but the tentacle, apparently accustomed to firearms, tosses Joel screaming over to another tentacle grabbing hold of his ankle in midair, itself sinking back down into the sludge as the bullet pierces it.

"Over there! Shoot it, Mama Boom!" Yo-Yo shouts.

Boomer aims and shoots the other tentacle holding Joel, but it does the same thing before it's hit, having the now healed tentacle she shot before shooting up from the sludge and catching Joel in midair screaming.

"Over there! Shoot!" Yo-Yo shouts.

Boomer shoots that one and the same thing happens again with both it and the previous tentacle she shot reappearing unscaved, as if the sludge they dwelled in was instantly healing their wounds somehow. Boomer then has enough of this game of wack-a-tentacle and pull out her trusty boomerang out of her pouch. She quickly focus her circle and throws it.

In a swift flashing arc within the light of the gun, the boomerang had chopped off all six tentacles in one quick, cleancut swoop just above the stream. Joel get's flinged across the stream back to where Boomer is, where she catches him in her arms.

"Awesome, Mama Boom!! You're the best!!" The succubi shouts, hopping and clapping all giddy where she stands, making her big, round tits almost plopp out of her blouse.

"Thanks, Mama Boom!!" The incubi in her arms gasps, nearly out of breath from screaming.

They all then turn their eyes on the stream where the monster resurfaces yet again.

This time with all six tentacles regrown and it's giant split-jawed mouth rising up. Spreading it open and closing it, giving them a first glance at the rows and rows of crushing fangs shining within. And then flipping it wide open like a colossal, monstrous, carnal flower, giving of an eardeafening roar. It spews it's mutant, green saliva all over them as they cover their ears. Thy stand there dripping all over with sewer spit before jumping to next action.

The next action being escape. Joel grabs hold of Boomers Glock while Boomer grabs hold of Joel and Yo-Yo, wrapping her tail over their backs as they hang onto her shoulders, while she puts back her boomerang in her pouch and then makes a mighty leap up the high ladder. Half way up the orifice she grabs hold of the ladder and quickly climbs the rest of the way up. While Joel aims and fires the Glock at the monster climbing after them, and Yo-Yo photo's it with her cellphone.

The monster snapping it's split jaws and lashing with it's tentacles at them as it withstands bullet after bullet. It barely slows it down as Joel is shooting at it's mouth while it's gaining on them fast.

"The tentacles, Joel! Shoot the tentacles!" Yo-Yo shouts to Joel.

Joel aims and fires at the tentacles and it makes it slip. Bullet by bullet at the tentacles it slips more and more til finally it loses it's last grip and falls back down into the dark depth with an echoing roar.

"Got all that!?" Joel shouts asking Yo-Yo, sighing with relief.

"You bet! Infragram here we come!" Yo-yo shouts back.

They high five, just in time for Boomer to finally reach the top of the ladder. She lifts off the sewer lid and they're finally back up on the clean surface. Or, as clean as the "rat-maze" could be on a hot summers noon, which was not very clean at all. Either way they felt relieved. Then they take off their gas masks and nauseates as they now smell the sewer slime caked all over them.

They do their outmost to ignore it and focus on where they were, back outside Tinys again, with Tiny chuckling through the voicebox outside his garage door, as he sees them through the optics of his camera setups in the alley. He immediately open the garage door to come out and meet them.

He have them come inside to see Boomers cab still standing parked inside and doesn't seem to bother the stench, he in fact seems to like it. He then asks for his cut after telling them where they could get a "sewer discount" on the car wash. Boomer pulls out the suitcase from out of her pouch and they all peak as Boomer puts the case on the hood of her cab and opens it. All four of their jaws hits the floor as they see what's inside it. Or more exactly, what is "not" inside it.

To Boomer now, it turned out that not only was that gel-combed tweeter a tactless dolt who shoots people in the balls in the middle of a bank heist. Not only was she a witless maniac who'd pointed a gun at her molls in the middle of a car chase. She was also a complete bunglehole in robbing banks. There was no diamonds. No diamonds at all. The suitcase was full of bottlecaps. Bottlecaps in all colors, all branded "QUARTZ" in black capital letters.

Tiny goes ballistic and starts wrecking things in the garage in mad tazmanian rage. He's so mad that he begins jagging his fangs into a car tire. Boomer rolls her eyes and flap with her overlip as she gives of a blowing sigh, leaning over the opened suitcase full of bottlecaps.

"What do we do now, Mama Boom?" Yo-Yo asks.

Boomer raises an eyebrow looking at Yo-Yo a moment and then hold out her hand.

Yo-Yo knows what this means and takes out her cellphone and put it in Boomers paw. She rolls the video footage of Joel and Boo Boo thonging on full sound volume. Tiny quits tearing at the tire with his teeth as his attention is drawn to the flick in the cellphone. The commotion and rumble of the car chase, the suspense of a Uzi being pointed, the nun garments, all of it making the sex scene more messy, more chaotic.

The firearm and the surrounding carnage of a car in high speed ripping through pedestrians gave it a snuff-like edge to it. It was a spectacle to behold even for the most extreme and fastidious of perverts. Boomer knew for a fact that this Tiny here dealt in the porn entertainment scene as a side thing. Running a monetized channel on the heavely trafficked pornsight known as "Thongtube". And here she sold him the pornographic equivalent of a scoop as an alternative payment for all the trouble.

And Tiny went hook, line and sinker for it as he had her transferring him the video file on the spot. They shook hands, called it even and Boomer was given her cab and her keyes back. Boomer had Yo-Yo close the suitcase and bring it with them in the cab, since Boomer had agreed to that they bring the case with them, diamonds or no diamonds. And so they drove northwest leaving Helterskelter behind, driving past Columbine and over to Ruth Shores.

Which only had the Dundee River seperating it from Oblong island and Shoreside west of it. Along they way they stop by the car wash Tiny recommended. They have a good discount as they go through the wash and then stick out of the windows to have all the sludge washed off their bodies. The cleanup water splashing over Boomers giant gazungas like a water streaming over mountainfalls.

Then they proceed til they reach a block of colorful tenements near the beach of the district. There they drive past the corner of the nightclub La Bomba Loca and spots the twin brothers waiting inside the alleyway behind it. They park by the sidewalk, get out and walk inside the alleyway to see the Kiwicked brothers.

Gus and Gordy Kiwicked were Ultra's notorious right and left hand enforcers and hitmen. They were these two bald, middle-lengthed kiwis, with faces that went out into long, sharp, pointy beaks that had no visible mouth, even when they spoke, and hollow eyes with glowing pupils. They were both dressed in really long trenchcoats that hid away their legs and had no sleeves so that their wings where kept holstered within the coats arms and wide fedoras. And it was all arranged so that they would symmetrically match each others colors.

With Gordy having a black head, red hollow eyes and being dressed in a red coat and a red hat with a black hat band. And Gus having a red head, black hollow eyes and being dressed in a black coat and a black hat with a red hat band. They were both standing there, side by side as always, in front of a folding table in the middle of the alleyway. They both look up at Boomer with expressionless faces.

"Smooth boomerangin as always, Boomer!" Gus says with a deep voice.

"We might even give you a call ourself next time we need to have someone given a shiv or a spit." Gordy says, with a deep voice identical to Gus's.

Gus puts his wing out and Boomer hands him Yo-Yo's cellphone. A little smirk slowly forms on both the brothers beaks as they both peer at the photos taken.

Clearly satisfied with what they see on the photos that have been taken.

"That's nice. We will have them transferred to Ultra right away. She'll be pleased with this." Gus says and have his brother handles the transfer quickly.

Now, let's have a little peak at that briefcase." Gus then says.

Boomer, Joel and Yo-Yo look at the suitcase that Yo-Yo is now holding and then look at each other.

Boomer throws with her head telling Yo-Yo to put the case on the table. Yo-Yo does so nervously and says.

"Um. Mr and mr kiwicked, sirs. I don't know how to say this. This case. It's..."

"Full of bottle caps. We know." Gordy says handing Yo-Yo back her phone.

We're just checking so that they've made it." Gus says.

Gus takes the case, puts it on the table and opens it. The twins check it's content, look at each other and nods. Yo-Yo stands there with an open mouth and then says.

"Y-you knew?"

The twins then burst out into a fit of laughter. Yo-Yo looks back up at Boomer who looks like a question mark herself.

"Of course we did." Gus says.

"It was a setup. These are Ultra's collection of QUARTZ bottlecaps. The brand dates back to the 19th century and is a rare antiquity today. Worth a fortune." Gordy chuckles.

"But Bo Pinkz didn't know that. She thought it was diamonds the whole time. So did you and so did Tiny. And thanks to that, Ultra didn't have to pay Tiny, cause you have now, with that dirty video footage Ultra told you to get." Gus chuckles.

"We were just watching it on Thongtube on my phone when you guys got here. Exquisit stuff. Definitely gonna go viral over night for sure." Gordy chuckles and show it to Joel with his cellphone. They both laugh again as if it was the practical joke of the century. Boomer just stood there scowling. All that trouble, all that mess for some rotten scheme involving a bottle cap collection and a pornflick that everybody was making money off but her.

She wasn't laughing at this at all.

"Oh, come, come Boomer sweetie! Don't be pissy!" Gus says.

It's been a laugh and a ride for everyone! Once again, thanks to you." Gordy says.

"And we at the Vice love you for it! So, here you go!" Gus says.

Gus pulls something out of his coat and hands it out to all three of them.

"What is it? Joel asks.

" It's your VIP-tickets. One week's 100% free stay and service at Oasis Hotel back at Shoreside." Gus says.

"A gift from the good chairmen and chairwomen of the WPV to you, mates." Gordy says.

Boomer, Yo-Yo and Joel take a ticket each and look at them.

Oasis Hotel, VIP, one week on checking in, 100% free stay and service. All written in golden letters over a sunny photo over the shining white penthouse hotel overlooking the beach. Yo-Yo look up from her ticket with an expression of wonder and asks.

"Can we have breakfast there."

Gordy folds the little table and puts it under his wing, while Gus takes the suitcase in his wing. They both then look at Yo-Yo smiling and speak in unison.

"Best breakfast in town, little succubus. Best breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and supper in town."

The twins turn their head a bit as they hear the honking from a limousine, that had just stopped by the other end of the allyway. Their ride back to office had just arrived.

"Have faith." Gus says smiling and saluting them both.

"Have fun. And remember" Gordy says, also smiling and saluting them both, and then they say in unison.

"ALWAYS PLAY NICE WITH THE VICE!"

And with that obligatory piece of promotion, they both march out to the limo and rides off.

"Should we go there now, Mama Boom." Joel asks, standing there with Boomer and Yo-Yo.

Boomer just stands there scowling at the sun hitting noon from out the alleyway. Then her ears goes errect and her face lighten up as she's struck with an idea.

Next thing they knew they had checked into Oasis Hotel with the VIP-tickets the Kiwickeds gave them. Boomer was sitting laid back in a privte jacuzzi, wearing only sunglasses and the teeniest, weeniest, yellow monokini she could wear, zipping a mojito and twitching where she sits while having her favourite song playing from her MP3 into her earpieces. A muclebound, sun tanned waiter dressed in a bowtie and a thong stops by to serve her tacos on a silver platter.

Joel and Yo-Yo comes up from the water to breath, after Joel had been working that reptile-like tounge of his into Boomers muscle-pussy and eating it all the way, while Yo-Yo had been filming it all going with their waterproof handheld camera.

"Look, Joel! It's Tacos!" Yo-Yo gasps.

"Oh! Finally! I'm starving." Joel gasps.

They both reaches for thr tacos, but Boomer putting her Mojito aside grabs hold of them both like the little, puny demons they were.

Both Incubus and succubus stays still and silent, looking up at their mighty pimpstress with a mix of timidity and admiration as she holds them in place. She pull her shades down and look into the red eyes of them both with a dreaming gaze that is both subduing and loving. A gaze that says:

"Lovelies. You eat what mama Boom feeds you. And what Mama Boom is feeding you right now, is love."

Boomer then pulls her monokin to expose both of her mighty tits, bobbing around and making little splashes over the water. She then grabs two of the curved flatbreads filled with vegetables and tacomeat from the platter at her side and then smears them all over her godesslike kangaroo-jugs. Both her giant, veiny, bouncy powergazungas coated in food like a banquet worthy of both heaven and hell.

And she takes the handycamera from the now smiling molls and smiles herself as she hugs them to her. Filming them gorging on their Mama Boom's foodmounds and kissing them both on the head, like the treasure they both were and would always be to her. For she was old, but her beuty wasn't fading. They were still young and would look young way after the age of twenty-three and twenty-one. And they would spend they're whole week, every day and night on hotel Oasis like this. Living like royalties and filming their orgies together to upload and monetize on Thongtube. Each video would be titled "Seven days Boomer on Oasis Hotel."

THE END