Showdown at House of Blue Leaves
#3 of The Trials of Dewie
The stars in the sky we're not visible at night in the city. Pollution seemed to do its job of hiding whatever beauty Mother Nature intended for her children to see. However, the stars that the city censored were made up for with equally beautiful lights of a busy civilization working their way through midnight. Dewie pressed a paw to the apartment window and took a deep breath. It was a wonderful night, the view breathtaking from both inside and outside his lover's humble abode. Grog was fast asleep in bed, naked and sweaty from previous episodes of pleasure and love making. A few minutes ago Dewie was with him, cradled in his arms, Grog's manly fluids on his furred backside and in the crack of his legs. However, his lovely after sex sleep had been interrupted with a momentary pause to expel wastes, and now with that errand taken care of he was ready to go back to sleep. But, before going to sleep, Dewie found himself distracted by the lovely view of the night city. He smiled and closed his eyes. How many people out there felt as wonderful as him? How many people out there could feel this comfortable in someone else's arms? How many people out there were naked right now, looking out to the city, wondering how many people felt the way they did. Dewie knew the answer to the last question, "not many" he whispered in his breath, "most would be asleep with their lovers." Dewie turned around to look at his lover in bed, Grog was now half awake. "What's got you up sunshine?"Grog moaned. "Sunshine?" Dewie giggled taking his paw off the window and turning to look at Grog, "Starshine is more like it." "Mhmm.." Grog sighed, "Wanna come back to bed? I'm afraid this bed has become colder without your warmth, my dear." Dewie smiled and crawled back into bed with Grog, relaxing as Grogs arms squeezed him into his perfect body as though Dewie was made of fluff. This was happiness. This was perfection. This was what Dewie had wanted his whole life. Within seconds Dewie was asleep again. ** "Oh Dawn. Oh Dawn. Why did you have to go?" Jon's home was a mess, and Jon himself was a mess, "I miss you so much." It was midnight and Jon couldn't sleep. His dreams we're filled with nightmares, and his nightmares all included Dawn. In the brief time he knew her, he knew that he loved her, and now she was dead. Jon let out a lullaby an old songbird once taught him in his childhood. There were no pictures of Dawn, he never thought to take any in-between their brief (oh so brief) time together. He had nothing to remember her by, he had nothing but a pillow she had slept on, so he just girlishly hugged that pillow and cried. A few minutes later he walked over to his bathroom and looked through his medicine cabinet. "Happy Pills" is what his doctor called them, and as he held the bottle over his hoof, he found he was all out; all out of happiness. This was darkness, this was hell. This was what he never wanted to feel ever. Jon curled into a ball on the bathroom floor and began to cry yet again. ** "Shh you'll wake him knucklehead." A female voice shrieked through Grog's bedroom door. Dewie had suddenly started to wake up. "Don't call me knucklehead, shovel face." A man's voice angrily snapped back. "Oh you son of a bitch, don't you call me shovel face, camel-humper!" The female retorted, followed by a loud slap sound, "You make me so hot you know that?" "I know that baby. Come here baby!" The man spoke, followed by a swish swish sound of- clothing falling? "Oh baby you know exactly the right way to touch me. Mmm." Now there was a thumping sound coming from the door. "Who's going to wake up them now baby? I'm going to make you scream so loud, you're going to wake them up." "Oh shit! You Knucklehead! What were you thinking! Touching me when we've got a job to do. For your sakes I hope we haven't already woken them up." "OW! Watch the piercings." The man screamed. "Shut up!" Dewie got out of bed, looked to the door and then looked back at Grog. Grog was sound asleep, apparently completely oblivious to the loud racket the two were making outside his bedroom. Dewie put his ear to the door of the bedroom. The strange thing is, is that he shouldn't be able to hear them in the hallway from the bedroom. There was the kitchen "area" and living room separating the exit door to the bedroom door, and sound never carried well in Grog's apartment. The only way he could hear them is if they were already in the apartment. Dewie took his ear off for a few seconds to assess the situation before putting his ear back to the door. "...you cunt!" The man snapped "You manly piece of trash!" The women snapped back, "You make me regret ever turning Bi just for you." "Ya you would regret that baby, you DYKE!" The man started to laugh before another slap sound was heard. "The piercings! Watch the piercings." "I don't care a shit about your damn piercings. You are going to fuck up the job if you use that old fashioned piece of shit! I mean really, do you know how loud and inaccurate those things are." Dewie eyes opened wide, "inaccurate?" "Fuck you bitch, we're using the Gatling gun." Dewie stood up straight and stumbled a bit off the door, "Gatling gun!?" "I like when you talk rough to me." The female voice turned seductive, "But you can only use that if I get to throw a 'nade or two." "Fine, but you better be ready for one daring escape." "I'm always ready for a daring escape Baron." "Then kiss me baroness, kiss me while I open some hellfire." Dewie looked to Grog, "Grog! Wake up!" There was a silent hum before the sound of bullet chambers emptying exploded into the air. The bedroom door held little resistance to the high-powered bullets. Dewie only had time to dive to the ground as he felt bits of wood shrapnel jump into his fur. "Yes baby, yes! Fire it off." The valkyrie of a women screamed out. "No! No!" Dewie screamed out watching as his lover still in bed get torn up by the powerful gattling gun; the bullets now not traveling through the door, but a hole in the door. Then the gun stopped. "Shit. Old fashioned piece of shit. It's jammed baby. I think it's time that they got some Baroness spice." The man laughed, Dewie stayed still on the floor. Adrenaline holding back the tears in his eyes as he gazed at a gun riddled bed, waterlogged by the blood of his own lover. "Oh. This is where it gets real fun."The Baroness shrieked, Dewie's ears were ringing from the loud noise of the gun but he still managed to hear the sound of a pin dropping from a - grenade. "Batters UP!" She chucked the grenade through the bullet created hole in the door making it land right in front of Dewie. Dewie looked at the grenade, and then quickly chucked it back. "What the hell?" Both of the voices spoke in unison BOOM! There was silence. Dewie must have killed them. Peering his head up through the hole Dewie saw it all. The hallway door open, the galling gun turned to its side by the blast of the grenade. The kitchen/living room windows broken by the power of the grenade, and two German Sheppards laid pinned to the kitchen "area" fridge looking like they were ready for an S&M convention. The man (nicknamed, "the Baron") was dressed in an open black overcoat, a black leather vest, black leather chaps, with thick steel toed boots accompanied by sharp and deadly looking metal spurs. The man's head also was covered in piercings. The lady (nicknamed, "the Baroness") was dressed in a black corset, accompanied by fishnets on the arms and legs and long hooker boots. These murderers were freaks for sure. But at least they were dead- Then the man started to move, "Damn that was fun. We gotta do that again." And the female followed, "Yah, when we get home we defiantly gotta get my explosives kit out. " "Should be more exciting then whips and chains." The man laughed turning his head to look at his companion. "What you bored of whips and chains dear?" The female also laughed turning her head to look at her companion. "Oh baby I could never get bored of that. And you know it." The Baron then clapped his ears to the females head and shoved his muzzle to hers. The Baroness responded to the kiss for a few seconds before pointing at Dewie. "mff...mfff....ff" She sayed speaking through the kiss. "Huh" The Baron looked over. "I don't know babe. Not the man we were supposed to kill. Suppose he's a witness though. Let's get him." Dewie's eyes opened wide as the two got up together unharmed. He looked over to Grog, his body now demonically twisted and mutilated. Dewie would mourn for him later. Right now he needed a way to escape. "Oh Baron. An AK? That's sexy." The Baroness said, followed by the sound of a magazine entering a gun. Dewie looked to the window. It had also been destroyed by the bullets and now was Dewie's only chance to escape. Running and diving Dewie jumped through the window, but as he opened his wings, he did so too early and he cut his wing on a piece of the window. The sound of guns firing could be heard as Dewie ungracefully fell down into the street, his wings barely catching enough drift to allow for a smooth landing. Faster and faster he fell as gun shots filled the morning air. The ground came closer, and Dewie noticed that if he didn't extend his wings he would not make the fall. Screams of pain left Dewie's mouth as he used all his strength to extend his injured wing. The wing extended and Dewie landed on the pavement below quite roughly. He was flat on the ground, pain shooting through his body as he heard the siren's of police cars rushing towards Dewie. ** The room had a nice fresh scent to it. Bee's humming by flowers could be heard from an open window and the gentle sun brightened the room with almost a home feel to it. Dewie opened his eyes to see that he was in the hospital. A bandage over his wing and head, there was a German Sheppard in a suede jacket with a notepad in his paw. Dewie jolted back in fear. "Woah there! Easy now. You had quite a tumble there. Take it easy." The German Shepard put a hand on Dewie, and Dewie realised it was not the "Barons". He spoke in a kind voice, "The name is Detective Budd. Now could you tell me what happened up there in your apartment?" "Did you catch them?" Dewie moaned, starring at the detective. "The Baron and Baroness? No. We sent all we got. Including two helicopters and a high armoured assault team and somehow they still managed to escape us. But don't worry, we'll find those terrorists." "Is he dead?" Dewie looked at the detective. "Who? The man in the bed? I'm afraid so." The detective sighed, "What were you doing with this man anyways?" Dewie sniffed back a tear, "That's a little private, detective." "I mean what you were doing with Grog. Do you realize he was a henchman to one of the most wanted crime syndicates this city has seen? I looked at your record and you're pretty clean, except for some minor bar fights." "He was my lover. I saved him from his boss. He wasn't a criminal anymore. He's a nice guy, and I loved him. And now he's dead." "A criminal is still a criminal my friend, and sadly, sometimes you can't run from the world of crime." Dewie started to cry, "Yes he could have! He was different! He changed! He was the lover I've always wanted! And now he's gone..." Dewie looked to his own paws, "gone." The detective placed a paw on the bat, "I'm sorry." Dewie sighed as the detective handed him a kleenex, "Can you tell me about those two in my apartment?" "The Baron and the Baroness: the world's most deadly couple. One likes to use heavy weaponry, the other likes to use heavy explosives. Both an expert at stealth and blade fighting tactics, but both also prefer to make a big bang when they do their jobs. We don't know why-" Dewie continued to look at his furred paws, "they find it kinky." Laughing, the detective continued, "Allow me to remind you though, these two are very dangerous and any vigilante could find himself six feet under if he...or she...isn't careful." The detective looked at Dewie as though he knew about the murder of Dawn and Don. "Now the reason we think that Grog was particularly targeted was because somebody is after Don's business. We aren't sure who but our sources tell us that Grog was the next to inherit the Don's business. Did Grog know about this?" Dewie glared at the detective, what was he trying to suggest, "I don't know. Okay? He was just my lover. He never acted like he was part of the crime scene after Don died. And I've been with him for the past month--twenty four seven." The detective sighed, "Alright well. It seems that with Grog and Don now dead, Don's business and turf is up for grabs. Now, do you know if the Baron and Baroness saw you?" Dewie looked at the detective and blinked, "I don't think so, I can't remember." The detective tilted his head at Dewie, "Alright well, just in case, here's my card. Now you get some rest. You had quite a terrible fall." Dewie nodded and the detective left, leaving Dewie alone in the hospital room where he slowly drifted to sleep. ** The next day Dewie was let out of the hospital with a few sore spots, but otherwise he was feeling fine. Wearing a white t-shirt and shorts that were picked up from the crime scene, he was in clothing again. As he stood at the curb, he waved over a taxi. He need to get home. He needed to see Jon. Jon. The poor guy had been home alone over the past month. Left alone to grieve over his lost love. Dewie tried to keep in touch but he had been staying over at Grog's and Jon wasn't answering his phone or emails. The truth was, Dewie didn't want to be home with a depressed Jon walking around the house, but he still knew it wasn't right to abandon his friend like that. The taxi pulled up to Jon's apartment. Buzzing Jon Dewie told him to open the door. There was a brief moan followed by a few whines before the door opened. Jon was a mess. His beautiful figure now looked sagged and ruined. His hair equally disgusting as was the apartment. Jon stood in the door way, a drooped restless looked was on his face as he looked to Dewie, "Welcome home. Long time no see." His voice was dead and lacked expression. "Hey Jon. Hows it going?" Jon was in a very dirty house-robe, and stood in the doorway not even looking at Dewie. Dewie's heart felt as though it had slowed down ten beats. "Sorry, it's the pills." Jon shrugged, his face still blank. "Excuse me?" "The pills. They help me cope with my apparent depression." Jon let out a very dull "ha" sound as though it was meant to be a laugh. "Oh Jon. You're a wreck. Let me make you some tea." "I guess I'd like that. It doesn't really matter though." Jon moved back from the door way and let Dewie in. A foul stench of rotten--everything filled the apartment. Newspapers were over all the windows and the television was stuck on channel 1, playing nothing but static. "Hey. My favourite show is on." Jon looked to the television and sat down in front of it. His voice still apathetic. The poor bird/horse now lived in a world of grey, and Dewie should have been here to help. As Dewie walked towards the kitchen to grab a kettle he noticed a pile of mail on the table. He picked one up, it was envelope with OVERDUE in red pasted on it. "So how's work?" Dewie said, filling the kettle with water. "I don't know, they fired me after I started losing them business. " Jon continued to watch the static in the almost full darkness. "Oh. You going to get a new job?" "I don't know, I might." "Oh." Dewie placed the kettle on the stove, and sat down beside Jon on the couch. He reached over and turned on one of the house lamps. Then, not being able to hold it back any longer he wrapped his arms around Jon. And for the first time during Dewie's visit, Jon showed emotion. "I'm so sorry Jon! I should have been here for you! I'm so sorry! I've been a horrible friend. Look what's happened to you!" Jon almost cracked a smile, "Dewie, it's okay. You're happy with Grog, and I'm happy as long as I have my medication." Dewie looked to the ground and Jon's eyes turned worried, "You are happy with Grog aren't you?" "He's dead." Dewie started to cry and Jon returned the hug. His medication had suddenly worn off. "And soon I'll be dead too. Jon, what do you know of the Baron and Baroness?" Jon squeezed Dewie, "No! Not my best friend! I can't lose you too!" "Then tell me. What do I do?" "I don't know! I need some more of my medication." Jon reached for his robe to grab some of his newly purchased "happy pills." But before he could pop them into his beak Dewie slapped them out of his hoofhand. "Jon, Focus! You don't need your medication. You can't help me if you're drugged up all the time, man. Now tell me. What do you know about the Baron and the Baroness." Jon blinked and sighed, "They're ex-hitman. They use to just be guns for hire but the last time I heard their name they were working as actual body guards for the towns second biggest crime syndicate. I don't know much about them, but Don use to talk about the House of Blue Leaves with an anger in his voice." "House of Blue Leaves? The one in Japan?" "No, It's a small jazzy little joint near Chinatown." Jon let go of Dewie and looked him in the eyes, "but don't go there looking for revenge. Don was a pretty tough guy, but from what I've heard the leader of this association is even worse. The only reason Don managed to hold his turf was because the other boss preferred to have a small organization rather than an organization that would grab the police's attention. But apparently with the assassination of Grog, he's now ready to take that turf." "But, I can't just run. The Baron and Baroness will find me." "I know. But Dewie you can't fight either." Jon placed a hoof on Dewie's shoulder, "but I can. Let me go with you." Dewie looked at Jon, "But Jon, this isn't your fight. You need to stay here and let yourself heal." "I've done enough healing already. And when somebody sends two of the world's best death machines after my best friend, it becomes my business." Dewie smiled and stood up off the couch, "Then I suppose we've got a vermin to kill." Jon did the same, "Yah we do." ** The two now sat together in Jon's car. Jon had changed out of his robe and now looked half decent in a pair of blue jeans and a dressy striped shirt. Jon looked over at Dewie who was driving, and before Dewie could speak Jon answered Dewie's question, "We're going to an old bar I worked at. It was only a temporary job while the original bar tender went off on maternity leave. She's a single mother, but a hot one nonetheless. Anyways, if anybody knows about the House of Blue Leaves it'd be her." Dewie smiled and looked at Jon, "You really are recovering." "Huh?" "Your getting sexy again."Dewie said, followed by Jon laughing. The two got out of the car and walked up to the bar, sitting down, Jon waved over the bartender. The bartender was a thin and beautiful female lion. The fur on her head flowed in a blonde wave that came down to her mid back. Her feet and paws seemed a bit big for a normal female lion, but she made up for it with a sexy, confident, and strong body. Walking over with a glass and a clean rag in her hand, she smiled at the two and then slapped Jon across the face, "Jon! You son of a Bitch! Why didn't you ever give me a call?" "Sorry babe I've been busy with some stuff." "Well you know I'm not just some whore you can fuck and chuck." "I know. I never meant to hurt you. It's just I met this girl. And although I liked you, she was a griffin and, truly beautiful. I'm really sorry, I should have told you." Jon lowered his beak as Dewie looked at Jon in disbelief. Telling her about Dawn? That was a suicidal move, Dewie thought to himself. "Oh really? So I guess I was just thrown out of your life then? You really hurt me Jon. You hurt me a lot. And Phoebe too. She liked you. She liked to play guns and watch Kung Fu with you and you had to ditch the both of us." "Well. I'm sorry. " Jon sighed, "Maybe we could get back together and start over where we left off." "No thanks, to be honest with you. I've learned because of you, Equine's can be painful. Even after childbirth." She gave Jon a small kiss on the lips and turned her attention to Dewie," So, who's this sexy bachelor? He's looking for a date?" "Oh sorry. This is Dewie. My best friend. And Dewie this is Beatrix. Beatrix Kiddo." Beatrix Kiddo raised a paw for a shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you," She gave a wink to Dewie and then smiled, "So what can I get you two sexy men?" "Information is all." Jon said a grin to his face. "Oh. Well we happen to have that on tap today. What can I tell you?" "About the House of Blue Leaves." "In Japan? All about it, this one time-" "No the one down in Chinatown." "Oh. Well, all I know is that's not a place to reckon with. I mean, for YOU not to reckon with. But if you are looking for a good ole fashioned chicken stir fry rice, there isn't a better place than that. But, if you are looking for a fight, then I suggest you talk to that man over there." She pointed a paw finger to a tiger sitting alone at a darkened booth in the corner. "Thanks babe." The two walked over to the booth and sat down; the tiger didn't say a word. "Hello." Jon lifted a hoof for the feline to shake. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm eating." The tiger growled, most of his body hidden in the darkness. "Actually no we can't." Dewie said smiling like some sort of religious missionary. "Shud up." The tiger's growl grew fierce. Jon looked at Dewie and then looked at the tiger, "Uh...Beatrix said that if we were going to go to House of Blue Leaves that you could help us." The tiger came into the light a bit, "and what business do you have at the House of Blue Leaves." Dewie smiled, "Revenge. Revenge my friend." The tiger was grinning through his shadowed face, then in a silhouette he reached up and placed a light bulb in a lamp above the three's head. The light came on and before them was a shirtless tiger. He was buff, he was strong, and he'd be a perfect ally. The tiger grinned folding his arms, "You know I was waiting a long time for some help, and now that you guys have come along. I'm pleased to see my prayers have finally been answered." Jon smiled, "Ditto my friend. Ditto." Looking at Dewie and then back at the tiger Jon smiled, "The name is Jon. And this is my friend Dewie. Now Dewie here just recently had a lover murdered at the hands of The Baron and the Baroness, and as a witness to the crime my friend Dewie here is in a lot of trouble. So can you help us?" The tiger's grinned stayed as he unfolded his arms. Dewie couldn't help but gawk as he looked at his well formed abs, and how they rolled so nicely over his tiger chest. His legs and arms, were carved to perfection, this man was the definition of beauty. The tiger looked at Dewie, noticing his dropped jaw, "The name is James. Some use to call me the Tech Tiger. And that little House of Blue Leaves is the fortress that my greatest enemy hides behind. His name is Tony Spade. An equine that goes by the name of Electric Equine. He is responsible for killing your lover, as the Baron and Baroness hide under his cloak. The man has also killed my lover and for that I can never forgive him." Jon and Dewie looked at each other, then Jon turned his head to look back at the tiger, "Tech Tiger? Electric Equine? You're that computer hacker on the news." James was still grinning, "Well not anymore. I gave up my life of crime to be with the man I loved. But, Tony got jealous and killed him, and tried to kill me, and ever since that day I have wanted revenge on Tony. However, Tony during my time in the hospital seemed to go from hacker to crime overlord and now he hides in the House of Blue Leaves, a fortress that I could never enter alone. But with you here I think this might just work." ** The Showdown at House of Blue Leaves ** There they were. The three of them, standing outside the great doors of the club. It's oriental style architecture carved beautifully to make it look as though it was suppose to be in Feudal Japan. Lights of red and blue brightened the gateway as a stone Buddha sat symmetrical to a water fountain across the path to the doors. James' grin still hadn't left his face. Wrapping his arm around Dewie's shoulders he pulled a pistol with his free arm from his own back jean's pocket, "You ever use one of these kid?" Dewie looked at the tiger, blushing under his fur as he felt the strong arm go over him, "No. Not really." James sighed, "This is the trigger; pull it if you want to shoot." Dewie laughed, "And what will you use?" James winked at Dewie and reached down his pant leg, and pulled out a katana sword that had been hidden there. "This was given to me by Beatrix. She said she wouldn't need it anymore. It's a Hatori Hanzo sword, made by Hatori Hanzo: Japan's best weapon smith. It has tasted the blood of the crazy 88's and now it will taste the blood of one more." Jon looked at Dewie and shrugged as James starred at his blade in almost creepy love, "So, what about me?" James closed his eyes, "I only have the pistol and the sword. I'm sorry." Jon laughed, "Well, I guess I could steal a knife from the kitchen." Dewie looked at the two, still blushing over the arm around his neck, "Then let's rock." Inside the club was even nicer then the outside. The bar was up to the left where a couple of shady men we're celebrating their 50th happy hour of the day. The dance floor to the front had people in their socks or feet shuffling to a bunch of pink flamingos on stage who sang a song with the lyrics of, "woohoo, woohoo, hoo." Dewie and Jon sat behind James as James walked forward, brandishing his sword. The local bar scene all gasped, including the flamingo dancers. Then in unison they all sprinted their way out of the club. They knew what was going down in this club tonight. With a deep breath the tiger roared, "Tony! You and I have unfinished business!" Jon and Dewie looked at each other as a japanese-styled paper door started to slowly slide forward on the upper level balcony. As the door slid, a room appeared with it, and also a rhino wearing an eye patch, "No James. It is you and I who have unfinished business!" He jumped forward off the banister of the balcony and landed on the stage causing it to crack, "You didn't think you could hide from me forever?" "And you there! Bat face. You and I have unfinished business as well." The two looked over to the right where coming from a hallway the Baroness came clicking in her hooker heals. Jon looked to Dewie, "I'll take care of her Dewie, you get upstairs and make sure Tony Spade doesn't escape." Dewie nodded and ran towards the stage, past the rhino and up the stairs. The Rhino moved to grab him but got a bicycle kick to the head by James instead. The kick making him stumble a bit refocused his attention on James. He glared at him, and started to charge. "You must be Baroness?" Jon said starring at the dominatrix German Shepard. "Bingo" She smiled, carrying what seemed to be a ball and chain. "You know we don't have to fi-" WOOSH! The ball, came flying past Jon's head nearly hitting him fatally, "Alright then." He said raising his fists. WHAM! James was hit before he could move and was sent flying to the other side of the club. His sword knocked out of his hands he hadn't a clue where it had gone. "Damn, Beatrix is going to be mad", he whispered to himself as the rhino charged towards James yet again. This time he managed to roll out of the way, causing the rhino to slam into a wooden column. The column then fell and hit him on the head. The blow causing him to be disoriented. James ran up and gave him another bicycle kick, more powerful then the last. The rhino just laughed, "That's the best ya can do?" Jon looked over to James as he flew across the room with a loud shriek, and as he did this he was knocked on his back by a metal ball that had just hit his stomach. Now the baroness was standing above him, swinging the ball and chain like a halo over her head, ready to do a downward swoop to finish him off. Jon took this moment to notice that he could see the girls camel toe through her black leather corset, and then he turned his head and dodge the metal ball before it smacked him in the face. She hissed almost like a cat, swinging the ball and chain again. Jon looked over to the Baroness, now noticing something odd, "Say, where's your husband?" The baroness stopped the swinging and looked at Jon, "Wait- what?" "Where's your husband? "Don't distract me before I kill you." She began to swing the ball and chain again. "Well you think he'd be helping you out right now." She paused and then signed the ball and chain falling to her side, "Ya you would think that wouldn't you?" "Sorry I didn't mean to upset you. It's just, I was wondering where he was that's all." "He's upstairs finishing his personal pan pizza if you really want to know." "Oh really. That's not a very nice way to treat your wife." "I know!" Her body went limp as she rolled her eyes but then she shook her head violently, "But we're supposed to be fighting. Now get ready to die!" She raised the ball and chain again and Jon whined in fear, still on the ground. Dewie searched the upper levels of the club, but there was no equine. Just a table and some chairs along with a half eaten personal pan pizza on the floor, pushed aside as though someone had left in a hurry. It was at this point that Dewie realized he hadn't eaten for a while now, and the pizza being with ham and pineapple sounded mighty good without the ham on it. Picking the pizza up, he dusted the ham and floor crap off a slice and moved to take a bite. Placing his jaw down into the slice, Dewie gasped for air as he felt one strong arm move over his neck and squeeze. "Batty Boy!" The familiar voice maniacally giggled, "We meet again." Dewie chocked his words out, "B-baron!" "That's right." The Baron laughed out loudly in mirth, "It seems your eyes have seen something very bad my friend. And the only remedy is for to squeeze them out from your skull." Dewie felt himself losing touch of consciousness as the baron squeezed harder and harder. James was now in the air, lifted high above the rhino's head. His body trapped in the rhino's massive hand, and with one strong jerk he was thrown across the room landing solid on the ground, an immense pain shooting through his body, he felt at that moment he had been defeated. But he got up, just in time to dodge the rhino's charge. He rolled off to the side and was now over by the bar counter. For a second he was out of the rhino's weak vision. He was safe, but only for a second, because if that rhino couldn't find James he might turn to Jon, and Jon was having his own troubles. James hoped over the bar counter, he had to catch his breath and remain hidden, but only for a second. James looked over to his side, there was a sword hidden under the bar counter. If his fists couldn't do anything, then maybe the sword will turn this brawl into a fair fight. Then James remembered something. Rhino's can't see very well, but they have other senses to help them. The ground started to shake and looking over the Bar counter, James saw the rhino charging again. Swooshing his hind legs at the Baroness ankles, Jon managed to get the girl to fall on her back, and now Jon was standing, towering over her. She was quick though, too quick, and soon Jon felt the familiar sensation of metal ball to stomach, causing Jon to kneel over. "You're pretty quick." She said rising to her feet as Jon shuffled back, "But not quick enough my friend." Jon smiled, which threw the Baroness off as she swung the metal ball over her head, "Well usually with a girl you shouldn't be quick, right?" She started to giggle, "Oh. Yea want to tell that to The Baron?" The metal ball was still swinging around her head. Jon started to get up, "Oh, The Baron not that great in bed?" "Well it's not that he's not bad...but he's not great either. I mean over a while you start getting a scratch that needs itching.." The chain fell to her side again, and she looked to the ground. Jon winked, "What do you mean itch." She looked up with her eyes like a young lady would do after being disciplined, "Well you know...a itch..down there." Jon smiled, "You know I am part equine." He walked slowly towards her being cautionary, "And although some women can easily be woo'ed by my charm, a lot of them leave me after finding sex with me can be...well painful." She smiled back, raising her head, "I like pain. I like it a lot." Jon was now about arms length away from her, "Kinda doesn't make you want to fight anymore doesn't it?" The Baroness then launched herself forward as she wrapped herself around Jon as though she was a boa constrictor eating her prey, "C'mon equine boy. I think it's about time I show you what it's like to be with a real girl." And at those words Jon and the Baroness ran off to the washroom. Jon couldn't help feel guilty for leaving James behind with a giant rampaging rhino coming towards him, but Jon also couldn't help but stare at the way the tight leather corset and fishnets formed beautifully over the Baroness perfect rear end. BANG! The handgun Dewie had in his pocket became a useful tool as he shot it at The Baron's foot. The Baron cried out in pain, launching himself off Dewie and to the far wall. Dewie gasped for air, but as he did so the piece of pizza in his mouth fell down the wrong hole in his throat. And Dewie started to cough and gag. "My foot!" The Baron held his boot in his paws, "You shot my foot!" Reaching into his coat pocket the Baron pulled out a small automatic pistol. "You're going to get it now mother fucker." And he pulled the trigger causing a spray of bullets to charge towards the choking Dewie. James rolled off to the side, the bar tender's sword in hand as the Rhino crashed into the bar, bottles falling off the shelves and smashing off the rhino's head. But still he appeared to be unharmed. His thick and dumb skull was all too useful at this point. James sprinted out into the open area of the club, and starred down at the rhino. Swinging his sword in the air, he called towards the Rhino, "Remind me Rhino, tell me how did you loose your eye again?" The rhino starred at James through his good eye, "Your boyfriend jabbed a pen through it." James smiled, "Ooohh." The rhino hopped over the bar counter, holding a sword in his hand, "And do you remember what happened to your boyfriend. He died by the hands of Tony Spade. That's right; my boss killed your boyfriend. " James looked at the sword he was holding, it was a Hatori Hanzo sword. HIS Hatori Hanzo sword. He must have been sitting on it when he was behind the bar. Damn. Now James felt really stupid. The Rhino continued to speak, "And now I'm going to kill you. With your own sword nonetheless, which in the future will become my sword." James starred at him, the tacky piece of shit bartender sword in one paw, "Bitch, you have no future." Then like a explosion of fury the two charged towards each other, sword's pointed to the air, ready to slash and kill. They met in the middle of club, there blades in lock with each other as both of them used all their strength to push. The duo was Roaring and screaming at each other in power and strength. Then...SWIPE. The rhino pulled back dropping the sword as he found his other eye removed from his own socket. He screamed out in pain, and also surprise, "Ieeeeeee!!! You bitch! You mother fucking bitch! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" The rhino shuffled around the club as James dropped the eye and squished it in his foot paw. Turning around he picked up his own sword and ran off to help Dewie, leaving the rhino blind and distressed, thrashing around the club. The bullets came from their shaky chambers; the Uzi demonstrating its lack of accuracy. Especially when fired from one arm. Dewie dove to the ground and rolled under the table and within seconds the Baron had wasted his gun clip. As he reloaded Dewie took this time to charge up with the Pizza's pan, intended to strike it at the Baron's head. However as he swung in a scream of primal status the German Shepard just grabbed the pan in mid air, and then gun slapped Dewie to the floor. Dewie was shocked, his nose starting to bleed. The Baron held the gun right in front of Dewie, towering over him, a smile of derision played through the piercings on his face, as Dewie whined in fear. James ran up the stairs, the rhino still thrashing around the club floor. He turned the corner to enter the room where The Baron and Dewie were. Dewie's eyes were hot ambers as he starred the German Shepard right into his metal piercing covered eyes, "If you're going to fire make sure you hit me this time. It seems you like to play with big guns but you're your accuracy isn't that great. Damn, the women must really be disappointed with YOU in bed." The Baron growled, "Very funny, bitch. Very FUNNY!" Dewie closed his eyes as the Uzi fired off. But to his surprise he was alive. The Baron was on the wall skewered like a shish-ka-bob, and the bullet holes we're forward from Dewie along the left wall of the small room. Dewie stood up, and looked over to the door, there was James with his arm extended the sword in the wall a Hatori Hanzo Sword. Dewie looked at the tiger, "You saved my life!" "Yah, I guess I did." "I think I owe you one." "No, no thanks; I'm not really up for that. It wouldn't be right.." The tiger stuttered a bit, as though he was unsure. "No I didn't mean sex. I..Uhh..I'm kinda of the same way you are. I'm still mourning a loss as well. I just meant...well I don't know." "Well." The tiger looked at the ground and shuffled his foot along the soft Japanese style mat, "I guess we should go find Tony. Is your nose alright?" "Yea, I'll just get a Kleenex-" "Here use mine." And in a flash the tiger pulled out a small Kleenex from a pocket. "That was..uhh..nice of you thanks." Dewie then ripped the small sheet in two and put them in his nostrils. "No problem." The tiger pointed at Dewie, "Heh you look kind of funny with Kleenex in your nose." "Heh? You calling me ugly?" Dewie said getting playfully defensive. "No! I don't think your ugly. Your actually kinda cute." The tiger said stepping forward a bit. "You think I'm cute?" The bat said stepping back a bit. "Well. I...uhh..uhmm.." The tiger looked to the floor, "Do YOU think I'm cute. I mean...not that I'm ready to move on or anything." The bat stepped forward towards the tiger, "I don't think you're cute.." The tiger hunched his back in disappointment, " I think your fucking sexy." The tiger lifted his head, "Really?" The bat moved his head closer, "Yea." There was a pause, a long pause, or so it seemed at the time as the two held their faces almost intimately close. But as the tiger closed his eyes and moved a little bit closer, Dewie jolted back, "I...I can't. I'm sorry. I just." The tiger nodded understandingly, "We have to find Tony anyways." James sighed, "I..yea, he could be anywhere in this club." The two searched the club and eventually found a door leading to a back garden, hidden on the upper level. As they walked out, the terrain was covered in a light blanket of snow. However, The garden itself was beautiful, stone figurines and water fountains decorated the small closed off space, and in the middle a figure sat on a wooden bench, wearing a white hooded robe. James roared, and then with all aggression in his body he growled, "It ends now Tony." "James. So long has it been since I've seen you. I thought you were dead. But apparently somehow your rage has filled you enough to keep you alive. " The figure stood up and put down the hood of his robe, there was a sword to his side, that was now unsheathed and held in the figures hand, "And now, here we are. Face to face yet again. Sword in hand and ready to battle." "I'm going to destroy you." "And you're so angry, so angry at someone you use to be so close with. It's a shame. We could have been great lovers and even greater men of the criminal world. But you had to throw it away for some dumb jackal. And now I can say that I no longer like you, in fact, I despise you. But that doesn't mean I don't respect you. So I'm going to duel you by sword, honourably. However..." The robed figure turned his head to look at Dewie who at this time was entranced by the beautiful environment around him, "I don't know who this is. So I guess it's safe to say I don't have to respect him." The figure then whipped out a pistol from inside his robe and shot at Dewie. "Ugh!" Dewie felt hot lead enter his chest. He collapsed to the ground. "NO! Not again!" James eyes filled up with water as his head snapped to look at Dewie. Thoughts of fighting seemed to disappear as Dewie shivered in the cold, losing his grip for life. "Time to join your lover James!" Tony charged forward, his feet shuffling in the snow at a supernatural speed. James quickly turned around and parried the equines attack as Tony swung his sword masterfully. The equine lost his balance and James twisted his body to face the Equine who was now behind him. The sword of the tiger swung down towards the equine's neck, but the equine caught his balance and managed to block the attack, making James' blade hit the flat side of Equine's sword. The equine pushed up and James's arms we're shot up to his head. His torso exposed the Equine managed to cut him along his abdomen. James placed a paw to the light wound and stepped back a bit. The equine charged up and punched James across the face, causing him to fall back, "I'm the stronger one James. I've always been the stronger one. That's why I'm going to win." James layed on his rear end in the snow. Sword still in hand. As the equine slowly walked forward. Towering over James he swung his blade madly, to taunt James, as James made barely acceptable blocks with his sword from his sitting position. "I can do this all day, my friend." The equine laughed. "But you can't block my attacks forever. I have the upper hand. I win." James found this statement to be true. He was getting weaker and weaker; it was harder to block the attacks when you were fighting against gravity. Then the equine stopped the attack, as his face turned surprised. His sword in the air, a voice whispered in his ear, "I don't have to respect you either. Bastard." Blood shot into the sky as a bullet flew from the horses chest and into the sky. The voice spoke again, "That was for Grog." Another gunshot blew a hole in the horse, "That was for me." A final gunshot busted it's way through Tony's chest, "And that was for any other bastard you selfless murdered." The horses' eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body fell to the side. Crouched over, Dewie stood behind the tall mammal, the gun dropping with his arm, and then onto the snow below. Dewie, panting heavily joined the gun as he fell face first into the snow. "Dewie!" The tiger crawled over to where Dewie's body layed shivering, his own wound seemed to stop hurting, "Dewie! Don't die!" He held the bat in his arms, one arm over the bat's thin chest, the other supporting the bat's back as he suspended Dewie's upper body. "I..It's getting cold." Dewie stuttered, his lips shivering. "Don't Dewie, don't." The tiger held the bat, but he could feel the bat's body weaken. "I'll say hi to your friend for you. When I...I get to the afterlife." Dewie said, clenching his claws to the tiger's thick fur, "It's getting quiet now" "No you won't because you're not going to die. You're not going to die because I won't let you." And at those words the tiger lifted the bat's head to kiss him. Muzzle to muzzle he met the bat, sliding his tongue roughly and lovingly. But the bat didn't respond. Instead his body went limp. "NO! You will not die!" The tiger, kissed the bat again, but the bat remained motionless. James lifted the bat and ran back into the club. Holding the bat over his shoulder he ran down to the dance floor, where the rhino was now passed out. The tiger searched through his head, trying to remember the name of the hippogryph that had been with him before, "J-j-j-j...JON!" He yelled it out. But there was no response, "JON!" He roared the loudest he could. Seconds later the hippogryph came running around the corner of the hallway the Baroness had initially come from, his pants we're off, hard equine cock standing fully erect. "What?" Jon looked to see a blood chested tiger, holding a half-dead bat, "DEWIE!" Then the Baroness came running around corner, wearing nothing at all. "Holy shit! Bat boy! Get out of the way, I think I can help!" Jon turned to look at the Baroness, "You're a doctor?" The Baroness looked at Jon, "No, but as a S&M master it's good to know how to heal the wounds when you go a bit too far." Jon kissed the Baroness with a small "peck" on the lips, "That's so hot." The Baroness winked and then ran towards James, pushing him off Dewie, "Tiger boy, there's a first aid kit over at the bar in the lower left cupboard. Grab it." James didn't hesitate, and grabbed the first aid kit, he looked at the Baroness and she nodded. With quick hands she went to work on trying to heal Dewie. After taking out the bullet and bandaging up the bat she looked at the scrawny critter. "His heart beat is gone." "No!" James cried out, shoving the Baroness out of the way as she disapprovingly hissed at him. "No!" He started pounding on the bat's chest, and then brought his muzzle to the bats and breathed in, "BREATHE!" He continued the process, but it seemed to be useless. Even James started to lose hope, but on his last round of CPR, when his muzzle hit Dewie's muzzle for the last time, he felt Dewie's paws come to reach behind his head. His wings blanketing over the distressed tiger as the bat kissed him as payback from before. After that Dewie was carried to the hospital. Revenge had been won, new love had been found, and everything seemed to be perfect in the Tiger and Bat's life, and as well at the Hippogryph's and German Shepards life. ** The stars in the sky we're not visible at night in the city. Pollution seemed to do its job of hiding whatever beauty Mother Nature intended for her children to see. However, the stars that the city censored were made up for with equally beautiful lights of a busy civilization working their way through midnight. Dewie pressed a paw to the apartment window and took a deep breath. It was a wonderful night, the view breathtaking from both inside and outside his lover's and his own apartment. James was waiting in bed, naked and anxious for the bat to join him. He smiled, looking over to the almost as naked bat, "Come to bed, and I'll show you something more breathtaking then the city lights." Dewie grin curved over his whole face as he turned around; wearing only but a towel (as he had just come out of the shower) Dewie looked at his new fiancé with loving eyes. It had been two years since the showdown at the House of Blue Leaves, and with Jon and the Baroness married, it was Dewie and James' turn. But there was something still bothering Dewie, "Do you still love King?" James who was before making circles with a paw finger waiting for the bat to join him now stopped and sat up, "Yah. Do you still love Grog?" Dewie looked at the tiger, "Yah. Is it wrong what we are doing?" The tiger got up and sat at the edge of the bed, "Sometimes I feel like it is. But then I see your beautiful face, and I knew King would be happy for me if he was still alive." Dewie let the towel drop to the floor and sat beside James on the bed, "Yah, and I think Grog would feel the same way too." He then turned his head and lightly kissed James. The two lips meeting softly at first, but then growing with a fiery passion as tongues were exchanged and paws danced around each other's body. James started to purr, as the two erect shafts joined each other at the head. Lowering a paw and grabbed the two hard pieces of manly flesh, James slowly let his soft paw glide up and down the pieces of male flesh. Dewie broke the kiss and rested his head on the tiger's strong shoulders, rocking his hips as he was pleasured by the tiger's strokes. "I love you Dewie, you've helped me, and you know that?" James whispered into Dewie's ears. "And you helped me. I'm so glad to have you in this perfect moment right now." The tiger kissed Dewie again before lifting him up so that the bat's navel was at the tiger's chest. Then slowly he lowered the bat onto himself, impaling his lover. As he entered the tail hole Dewie moaned a bit, as did James, Dewie's tailhole still tight after all this time. Dewie sat there as he paused to once again kiss his mate, before holding onto him, as James lifted the bat's figure and then lowering him again, the bat now riding James' strong body. His still slim body rubbing up against the buff chested tiger as he growled and purred through waves of pleasure. Dewie had never before felt this level of happiness, not even with grog. The pushing became harder and faster, as the two held each other's body close. Dewie's cock sandwiched between the two of them as the Tiger's maleness shot up and down inside of Dewie. The tiger pushed Dewie off the cuddle and then brought his lips to Dewie in a quick jerk as he let himself go inside of Dewie. His body going limp and soft, he fell onto his back, Dewie coming with him. The tiger smiled, beating off his lover, who soon followed his ejaculation. The rest of the night was then spent cuddling in their own bed, while the city lights turned off, the night now at the point where barely anyone was awake.
Alright so I said I end Frizzled Furries in a Kill Bill (credit to the wonderful Quentin Terrartino) type scenario. And I did. I also happened to end the Dewie series as well, brining both my unfinished series to a happy ending. Anyways, I think for my best piece I'd choose this one, just because I'm really getting the hand of capturing action sequences (in my oppinon). Anyways I hope you enjoyed it. And for those people who have been bothering me about wether or not Deiwe was going to sleep with Jon. Jon is straight. Get use to it. But I suppose if PEOPLE really want to try that I could talk to Jon into maybe doing a side story of them almost doing something in highschool. :P Afterall high school love is the love that we have all grown to love (haha need thesarus >_>). Anyways I can't say that I'll be writing alot anymore..as I'm a litttle turned off from being a writer at this momemt. But I felt it'd be right to finally end my series. But if I was going to write more I was thinking a story line where, King is re-animated back from the dead by the almost killed Tony Spade. I mean he's good with computers...he could do it couldn't he? Or going off on my distopian story idea. :-) After all this series needs to end