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negotiate with both sides avoiding the fight 0 votes

try to work out a deal with the Baby furs 0 votes

try to get the Holy C: on there side 3 votes

get out of the way and let the two sides duke it out first 1 vote

Az levels his Dong at one of the heavy robots with Bukk backing him up, Dub has his pistol leveled on the closest rattle wielding tough being careful to aim for the parts not covered with a lazer resistant bib.

Behind the squirrel Mass tried his damndest to be helpful but her can get his teeth into the grip on his pistol. His helper robot deduces he needs help scans the gun and dedusces exactly what mass is trying to do. "Hey wait." Mutters the fox as a metal hand snatchs the gun out of his mouth.

With all sides some what stale mated Dept puts away his pleaser. "Okay every one just calm do..." the stand off is shattered as the little helper droid follows it's chosen parameters, and crams the butt of the powerful laser pistol up the startled foxes ass. If the help of pain wasn't enough but his sphincter muscles squeezed the touch sensitive grip triggering the pistol. The whine and spang of a sudden laser bolt jerks everyone from there trance "Awww fuck!" shouts Dept drawing the pleaser once again and firing towards the Baby Furs. "Leave the computer cult for now we can deal with them afterwards."

The hastily clear the pathway letting the robots pass as the take cover. The myrid metal tactical wielding machines waddle down the corridor. Laser bolts thud into the babies resistant bibs, as answering volleys or thick gooey white chemicals rain down around the fighters. Huddling behind the fighters the little purple scaled reptile whimpers in fear.

"Pull it out, pull it out pull it out..." whines the fox to his Butt-LR. The Fox then realizes he'd still have to fight and the only other way he has of holding the weapon crammed up his bottom is in his mouth. "Never mind." He snarls turning his back to the baby furs so he can aim his ass cannon at them. He's startled to come face to face with the leader of the Holy C: attack. Dir Is just as surprised, but with Mas it's easier to tell due to accidental laser discharge.

"Mas? What the hell are you doing here. No one said you were on this team of fuckups." The wolf looks a little embarrassed, He remembers the last time they met the things Mas let him do in exchange....

"Me, What am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here this isn't your section. CubPewter damnit Dir you can get me in a lot of trouble, Especially if your dumb enough to kill us." In his anger the little fox sends half a dozen bolts into the enemy Blasting one of the brutes kneecaps out by shear dumb luck.

The pig drops his rattle, spits out his pacifier and howls in pain as he clutches his wounded leg. A medium sized repair boy pounces on the downed boar, as the tool equipped tendrils it has for arms restrains him, perversely it drives one lubricated cylinder up through the ceremonial diaper and into the pigs rump, making him squeal even louder. The pair roll about on the floor, all thought of wounded legs forgotten. One of the Baby furs scurries forward trying to help his comrade and hoses down the bot. How ever the imprecise nature of a milk squirter means both robot and piglet get drenched in the goo. Luckily this one was just and adhesive, not an acid. Leaving the pig pinned to the floor, and the bot pinned to the pig with just enough give for the inexhaustible machine to pummel the cubs tender little prostate.

"How so?" asks "Dir I mean your backed up right If I kill all of you'll just wake up in a new body at home good as new."

"And you'll be wanted for termination by CubPewter and scheduled to termination and personality reset for interfering with a fuck up in the course of there duty." Shouts the fox. The little robot clinging to his back seems puzzled. This organics fighting style is most inefficient. Maybe a little tweaking is in order. The robot grips the gun in one metal paw and gives it a hard twist, also screwing it in a little deeper so that it's now facing forward. The fox gives a screech and a moan as the gun is repositioned the butt of it now pressing on his prostate.

With one of the baby furs down the others start to back off the massive cat smashing any machine that gets to close with his rattle the steel shot inside the spiked club making almost as much noise as the destroyed machines. The fuck ups do there best to keep them pinned down Bukk gets a lucky shot taking the guinea pig through his weakened armor and sending the man sprawling. Az holds himself back from firing knowing that a miss or maybe even a direct hit on one of the enemy would probably damage the valuble equipment they are huddling behind.

Dept has no such qualms laying down a constant barrage of plaser beams, till the weapon feels warm his hands. Pausing to let the gun cool and because one of the bunnies is now twitching in a growing puddle of his own spunk. Dept bunny starts to mutter. "Damn Baby Fur amateurs. If only I had my normal combat kit." He sighs wishing for his frilly combat form, "I could probably take them all out with one fun b..." He trails off seeing Mas in an animated discussion with the holy C: squad leader. "What the celibacy?"

"Ohhh hadn't thought of that good point. Okay we'll bugger off then and not a moment too soon some one's coming See you at the next meeting?" says the wolf with a winks at him.

"Like I have a choice." Mutters the fox, then more loudly so that the near by bunny can hear. "Flee while you can, For you have aided the true servants of CubPewter, know that for this service your transgressions and threats shall not be passed on to he who watches over us all." He turns around relived to see the back of the wolf his once rigid cock starting to flag. He sighs at the bunny acting surprised to see Dept so close. "Well that's a relief I managed to convince them to pull back with out a fight now we only have o..." He screeches as his sagging member now brushes the scalding hot barrel of the pistol up his bum. The pain makes him twitched sending another volley down the field causing friend and foe alike to dive for cover.

The last two baby furs make a run for it, the cat gripping the bunny by the scruff oh his neck and leap for a small access hatchway leading to a labyrinth of access tubes.

Bukk runs up to the access panel and peers into the dark "Damn it they're getting away.

Dub gripping a arms denuded of pink fur by a splash of baby fur acid grunts, "Yeah but we'll never find them down there it's a maze. This was a set up, they knew we were coming. I bet Spi was in on... Where is the little purple bastard"

Az yawns "Look who cares what happened to Spi, or that two of them got away. We did it okay we stopped the threat to CubPewter. We're done there is no way they can try an attack like that again."

"I don't think we are done at all." The bunny grips the pistol and yanks it unceremoniously from Mas's ass. He whimpers before the bunny slips his scaled dick into the autodoc. I wanna know exactly how you managed to drive off those computer crazies fox?"

So next time should they

push on into that dark tight tunnel

Search for the lost manager

Call it a night and report into the boss in the morning

Or interrogate Mas Something smells fishy here