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Steam Punk 6

"So all went well then?" The huge Cape Buffalo asked, as the others came stomping slowly into the drafty old warehouse office.

"Yes." Alistair the big Gorilla answered curtly, as he dropped into his seat and looked back at the big Bear who was just behind him. The Gorilla still unsure of the wisdom of this plan, but not wanting the Bear to get to much credit for it if it succeeded.

"That's right, the little butt slut has been planted in the Zebracorn's care and knows what will happen to his dear mum, ifin' he don't do exactly what he's told." The big Bear snickered, as he leaned against the wall flashing the Buffalo a dark grin.

"And I've instructed him in how to discretely signal our watchers... with information on the Zebracorn's plans and movements." The obviously still jerky Bulldog growled, as he though about all the nasty things he now wanted to do to the striped equine. After his shocking encounter with the new defenses on the bastards carriage, his right paw still smarting form the electrical burn. He glanced over at Alistair and smirked thinking at least it hadn't been scalding steam to his nether regions. The Gorilla was still walking oddly from having his potato's baked, in that steam blast when the red Stag had shot up his velocipede.

"And our watchers are in place outside the Zeppelin hanger, as well as the Zebracorn's townhouse." The big Gorilla assured his leader, as the big Buffalo sat back in his chair looking pleased for the moment. "We shall know the Zebracorn's plans the moment our little spy does. And we shall make our plans according."

"Indeed we shall."

***

"I aint got any night cloths." Charlie explained, as he stepped into the cabin naked except for a pair of tight silk underpants.

"Quite alright my boy... we are all males here." The Lord Sussex grunted, the massive hippo was laying on his bunk without a white linen sheet covering his massive bulk. "To be perfectly frank... I never could stand wearing night clothes, I get far to hot for comfort." The big hippo confessed with a awkward grin, as the young pony suddenly looked at him more intensely. "That is why my wife refuses to sleep in the same bed as me... or even the same room." Henry blushed as he confessed, watching the little pony grin as he shucked off his tight underwear.

"Females have strange ideas, but like you said we're all males here." Charlie chuckled as he saw the blushing hippo gulp, looking over his naked young body with wide eyed surprise. "Cuz I don't mind being in the same room with ya..." The shaggy welsh pony nickered softly as he pranced over closer to the suddenly sweating hippo. "Or even the same bed." He giggled, slithering under the sheet as he climbed into the hippo's bunk and atop that big hot body.

"Errr... yes well I Ummm... can see that." The Lord Sussex grunted, as he felt that warm furry body slide across his hefty belly. The young pony laying upon it like a small hill, as the hippo threw the sheet back to look down at him. Feeling those warm furry thigh's rubbing against the sides of his sheath, even as Charlie hugged that big belly as far as his arms could reach. "Well now aren't you a precious thing." The hippo grunted fighting the reaction taking place in his groin, however that long red cock was being frightfully unruly. Henry watched the little pony's eyes widen as that hard throbbing organ jutted up against his own dangling genitalia. "I... I'm dreadfully sorry... I'm not use to this much... ahem that is kind of contact." Henry stammered in explanation, even as the little pony rubbed his velvety ball sack against that pulsing erection.

"I like you Henry." Charlie breathed softly as he looked up at the massive hippo, who was looking both embarrassed and unsure. "Would you mind terribly if I do this?" The little pony slid down off that big round belly, vanishing from the hippo's sight. And then the Lord Sussex felt hot breath wash over his throbbing cock, he huge body jumping as soft lip's kissed that suddenly drooling cock tip.

"Ahem Ahem... I say!" The hippo moaned in delight, as those warm wet lip's slipped over the tip and began to slowly slid down his bucking shaft. "Ohooooo GODS!" Henry gasped explosively, as Charlies soft mouth began to slowly and lovingly suckle on that fat member. "As... as you like lad." The mighty hippo moaned, laying back and closing his eyes as soft three fingered hands caressed smoothly over the naked flesh of his massive belly. Listening to the soft sucking sounds, as those smooth lip's slide up and down his aching hard erection. His breath swiftly deepening as those suckling lip's pull naughtily at his aroused flesh, shivers of excitement and delight racing through that bulky body.

"Ammmm thank you." Charlie moaned around that big throbbing cock in his throat, the little telegraph pony clearing enjoying every second.

"Ummmm I've never felt anything so... so..." The massive hippo moaned, his big round belly jiggling as Charlies long narrow muzzle repeatedly swallowed his rut stick down to the sheath. "Wonderful." The Lord of Sussex exhaled loudly, as a small hot hand began to rub and stroke his heft ball pouch. Gently rolling both of those mighty orbs around and around within that leathery pouch as the telegraph pony's mouth fawned on that thick cock. "How... however I... I'm not sure just is... is appropriate... Ohooooo." The hippo moaned, as the ponies tongue swirled around the head of his throbbing manhood, flicking and licking all the right spots. "GODSSS... Ohoo gods forgive me." Henry moan humping his hip's up driving that fat prick deeper into Charlies muzzle, the little pony taking it in stride as his mouth controlled the Lord completely.

The Lord Sussex couldn't believe he was enjoying this unnatural vice soooooo very much, but without a doubt this was the most wonderful pleasure he'd ever felt. A bit of guilt gnaw at him even as he enjoyed the naughty pleasure, a life time of lewd jokes and slurs sprang to mind. However they seemed offensive and in sensitive now, the little pony was a good lad and not at all the nasty sodomite. And how could anything that felt so good be evil or wrong, no this was good it felt right. His wife had never made him feel like this, it was always a burden on her; him venting his lusts on her unresponsive body. But this... this was completely different, the little pony was enjoying this just as much as he was. "I'm about to... I shall erupt very soon." The big hippo breathlessly warned the sexy little pony between his legs, even as those lip's raced up and down his length.

"Give it to me... give it all to me..." Charlie begged around that pulsing cock head, even as he let it spear down his long equine throat. The hippo could hear the desire and need in his voice, and feel that hot mouth working hard to get what he had to give.

"Ummmm Yes... YES you can have it... have it all..." Henry breathed as his fat body stiffened, legs stretching out; back arching as his hip's thrust upwards. For a long moment his body froze like that trembling on the edge of ecstasy, and then that rock hard cock released it's pent up desire. The little pony gulping and gagging as a hot torrent of male seed erupted into his muzzle, forcing it's way down his throat it filled his stomach with a rosy warmth. "AHAHAHAA." The Lord Sussex moaned loudly as spurt after spurt erupted from his pulsing male organ, the power and pleasure of it almost overwhelming. The hippo lay back weakly then his massive body covered in sweat, quivering in post orgasmic bliss as he panted for breath. Charlies soft lip's and mobile tongue working the last few drops out of him, even as the hippo babbled a awkward rambling thank you.

At last that handsome muzzle rose up over his massive belly and the Hippo saw those smiling lip's, still shiny with his cum. "Ammm that was very nice Henry... thank you." The little welsh pony chortled, as he saw the Lords reaction to being thank for cumming in another males muzzle. And then the big hippo saw the raging equine erection jutting up over his belly, and smiled pulling Charlie up onto his broad chest.

"I... I... would like to... to watch you pleasure... pleasure yourself." The former straight hippo moaned, as the gape toothed little pony grinned down as him.

"Anything for you... my Lord." Charlie giggled as he took that long equine salami in hand and began to stroke it, pre-cum was already snaking down it's length. And as the pony jerked, big drops flew off splattering on the hippo's thick neck and wide muzzle. The little pony squeezing that long marbled shaft as he tugged himself off, licking his lip's and moaning softly as he put on a show for the watching hippo. Taking his other hand and smearing that greasy pre-cum all over his bouncing erection, making it glisten in the ruddy light. Even as the hippo's huge hot hands rubbed up and down his inner thighs sensually, making Charlie pant harder as he wanked himself for Henry's enjoyment.

Slowly one of those big hands moved upwards, first fondling the pony velvety ball pouch curiously. And then moving up to grasp the base of that long shaft, just holding it for a moment. Enjoying the feel of that hard stud muscle, feeling the blood coarse through it as the little equine moaned. And then it began to stroke up and down that throbbing shaft, slowly at first but growing swifter as he watched Charlie's reaction to his touch. "Ummmm Henry." The little pony moaned, biting his lower lip as he moaned in pleasure while thrusting his crotch up into the hippo's massive fist. Charlie lay back on that massive belly like it was a huge pillow, panting and whinnying softly as he let the hippo explore. "Ohooo your hands so strong... squeeze me harder." Charlie moaned as that massive fist tugged on him harder, squeezing that hard stud muscle while pulling it down.

"Would you mind terribly if I do this?" The hippo's amusement voice inquired, and then Charlie felt the big blunt head of his cock engulf in hot wetness. He don't have to look down to know what the Lord Sussex was doing, hesitantly and awkwardly to be sure. But then he would improve with practice, and it wasn't like this was the first married older male he'd trained to suck cock.

"Ohoo hooo... as you like my Lord!"

Otto peeked through the porthole window, watching the young pony lean forwards to ride the hippo's wide muzzle. A naughty smile spread across his velvety equine lip's, as he moan instruction to the formerly straight male. Hip's humping and thrusting wildly, as he introduced the Lord Sussex throat to his stiff pony cock. Otto panted for breath, as he watched the action from his position on the iron catwalk outside the Zeppelins gondola. One paw stroking his long canine cock, while the other leaned against the side of that shiny metal gondola. The great Dane licked his lip's excitedly, as he watched the little poor welsh pony from the lower east end train the rich high ranking Lords to pleasure him right.

The irony was not lost on the big canine, who had grown up in poverty himself. And used his interest in engines, and skill with mechanical devises to lift himself far above his own beginning. Much like the little pony was using his mouth, tail hole and thick cock to lift himself up right now. The Lord Sussex, Dean of engineering for the imperial academy of science, would never be the same after this. And wouldn't be able to do without his new pony friend, oh no the lads future was bright from here on. The great Danes own paw beat roughly against his massive knot, as he enjoying the show within the cabin. "Make him swallow it." Otto growled softly under his breath, as his big cock tensed harder and harder as his sexual excitement grew. The big canine secretly living out his own desires for triumph over the higher class's, through the horny little equine fucking a Lords muzzle.

The big dog was almost sure he could live out that fantasy with the Zebracorn, if he played things right for him. Of could that was a maybe, and this was happening right in front of his eyes. Otto grinned as he saw the little telegraph pony trembling, hip's pumping frantically as he threw his head back whinnying. The dogs big paw stroking up and down his huge red bone intensely, as he watched Charlie feed his cum to the Lord Sussex. He was close to cumming himself, but it wasn't until the little pony looked up at him and winked. That the big canine exploded, shooting a long string of white spunk over the iron railing. He watching it fly out in a long graceful arc from his pointed cock tip, to splatter of the concrete floor some twenty feet below. Looking up he flashed Charlie a wide pleased grin, and then tucked his flagging erection back into his grimy coveralls.

***

"According to our little faggot... the Zebracorn plans to sequester himself within his townhouse until the Zeppelin flight." The big Bulldog growled darkly, as he reported to the big frowning black Buffalo. "However there is to be a private dinner tonight, the townhouse staff will be at a minimum. And the red Stag will be the only guard to speak of... one guest and the kitchen servants to contend with."

"Very good Avery... the time grows near, and the Baron grows impatient ." The big black Buffalo snorted, as he gestured to the pile of ungainly masks laying on the desk top. "We shall go with you old plan to storm the house through the servants entrance... I want this over and done with no more games. You will be needing these, be sure you have them strapped tightly in place and that the hoods are tucked under your clothing." Darius instructed, as the gang quickly moved over to collect the strange masks from the desk top. "Remember the Zebracorn must be taken alive... Yes... yes Avery all others can be done away with... quietly." The big Buffalo grunted to the Bulldog, making the short canine smile viciously as he picked up his mask. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the right instant to make their move.

"Do we have transportation in hand?" Darius demanded, looking back to the big Gorilla sitting just in front of him.

"I have secured a lorry large enough to carry all of us, as well as two velocipede's just as you ordered." Alistair assured, looking up from the pipe he was stuffing with dark rich smelling tobacco. "Plain black with no markings... and the boys have been working on it's engines to get maximum speed from them."

"Very good... I think we should all go to dinner then." The big cape Buffalo smirked, as he looked around the room at his hard bitten crew, who grinned back wickedly. Avery thumbing the edge on his cutlass, it would shortly be drinking blood...

***

Benoit stepped out of the back door into the cold night air, inhaling deeply as it held the heavy bronze door open with one cloven hoof. He couldn't believe these English cooks smoked tobacco in the kitchen, the french goat shook his head wearily. When suddenly a heavy body smashed into his, pinning him against the rough stone wall. Looking up he saw a wickedly goggly masked figure pressing a glittering blade against his throat.

"Oi thanks fer holding the door open for us." Avery growled, even as he swiftly pulled that blade across Benoit's throat; the Goat gagged as his life blood rapidly spurted out. Slumping to the stoop, as the other black clad mask wearing figures crowded in through the open doorway. Inside there was a soft 'Plink' and then a hiss of gas, in the kitchens there came a loud 'Crash' was the cooks and server's collapsed...

"More pudding Henry?" The smiling Zebracorn asked, after watching his dinner guest set aside his fourth empty bowl and lean back in his chair.

"Thank you Cameron, but no I'm quite... although perhaps a crumpet or two just to round out the meal." The mighty hippo grunted, unbuttoning the lowest button of his sleek waist coat even as a platter of crumpets the size of a carriage wheel was pasted across the dinner table. "Delightful... I really must compliment your chef everything has been so very tasty."

"I have three chef's actually, one just for desserts I brought over from Paris." Cameron flashed Charlie the telegraph pony a grin, as he felt a small hoof goose his crotch under the table.

"Ummmm... very wise, the french do make desserts so very well." The massive hippo congratulated, as he stuffed his eighth crumpet into that wide mouth. Across the table Vander shared a knowing smile with Charlie as the little welsh pony's other hoof nestled against the red Stag's kilt.

'CRASH!'

"Ahem... please excuse me sir." Ronald the ram grunted, as he turned and hurried off into the kitchen, only a second later the door opened again. 'Plink' A small metal canister landed on the table, and began hissing at once as yellow vapors billowed out. Cameron paused in mid swallow, looking at the clouds of yellow vapor curiously, even as Charlie slumped down in his chair.

"I say! What is the meaning of this?" Henry Lord Sussex shout leaping to his feet shocking swift and agile for one so rotund, even as Vander dived forwards grasping the hot canister in one hand.

"Gas!" The red Stag shouted, looking around wildly for someplace to be rid of the scalding hot potato in his fist. Cameron staggered to his hooves then, drawing his revolvers with practiced ease.

"Out the window." Henry bellowed, grabbing up his own chair and launching it through a large second story window with ease. Causing the sleek Zebracorn to duck down and stagger sideways, he'd already inhale more of the vapor than the others.

"Watch out." Vander called, as he tossed the smoking canister out the broken window with one hand, while drawing his pistol with the other. The big hippo turned to meet the rush, his massive fists sending the first two attackers staggering backwards. One choking as gagging as he masked was knocked askew, desperately he clawed his was back across the floor. While the second was thrown back into a group of his fellows, forcing the all to stumble and staggered backwards.

'Plink... plink' A second and then a third canister bounced into the room, filling the already smoky room with more and more yellowish gas. Cameron bent over grabbing one canister and feebly tossed it towards the shattered window, before slumping into unconsciousness on the floor. "Henry... more... more gas." The red Stag shouted groggily covering his nose and mouth with he sleeve, as he stumbled towards to the other hissing canisters. But the big Hippo had other worries as a cutlass swinging mad fur charged at him, the Lord Sussex looked around quickly and grabbed up another chair. Using it like a shield he staggered back across the room, as his attacker hacked and slashed the beautiful wood savagely. "We... we have to get... get out of here." Vander choked, stumbling to his knee's where the cold air blowing through the broken window braced him a bit.

"Where?" Henry bellowed swing the dwindling chair like a club now, beating his attacker back by brute force alone.

"Through the... the billiards room." Vander gasp weakly, as he collapsed against one of the hippo's tree trunk like leg's. Pointing vaguely towards the sliding doors on the far side of the dining room. Scooping him up under one arm, Henry charged across the room slipping through the sliding doors and locking him behind him. "Cameron... we have to get Cameron." The red Stag gagged,as he was set down on the billiards table.

"We can not go back into that room with it filled with gas." Henry countered, as he to choked and gagged groggily now that the rush of violent death was abated. Vander rolled off the Billiards table, and staggered to the window looking down into the dark streets. Watching dark figures load two limp unconscious bodies into the back of a big black lorry, which took off even as those figures struggled to jump inside. A small sleek figure stepped out of the carriage house, and there was a 'Bang' and flash as he fired at the fleeing lorry.

"Good ol' Danial." Vander grunted, as he staggered across the room towards a second door that led into the library. "They've been taken." He called over his shoulder to the confused hippo, who hastily followed him through the library and into the hallway.

"What... why?" Henry questioned as he followed along behind the swift moving Stag, even as Vander gathered up more of the Zebracorn's hidden weapons.

"Someone wants the secret to Cameron's new motors very badly, this is just the latest attack on his person in the last few months. I'm going after them, perhaps if I'm quick enough..." Vander started, as the big hippo caught his shoulder and easily spun him around.

"I shall be accompanying you of course." Henry grunted, as the red Stag grinned grimly, shoving a revolver an pouch of cartridges into his big hands.

"I'm much more at home with long gun's, but of course I have fired a revolver on more than one..."

"Good... good do not hesitate to shoot to kill, for our enemies surely will not!" The red Stag warned as the bust out of the entry way, even as Danial pulled the carriage up in front of the house.

"They've got the Earl sir." He called even as the carriage skipped to a stop on the flagstones just outside the townhouse's front door.

"Yes we know... follow them Danial... FULL SPEED!" Vander called, as he bound into the back of the carriage in a single leap. Amazingly followed by the Lord Sussex, the massive hippo proving himself to be stunning agile. Even as the carriage rocketed off down the cold dark frost covered streets, even as tiny pellets of sleet began to fall. The new carriage proved much faster than the lumbering lorry, and soon the red Stag was popping open the top hatch so he could fire over the drivers bubble. For going the smaller revolvers, Vander instead loaded two bronze solids into the Purdey .577 Howdah pistol. Carefully taking aim at the back of the rumbling lorry, he squeezed the triggers. Blasting two solid's through the van's back doors, high enough so that anyone laying down would be safe.

Instantly the back door flew open, and the glass bubble of the carriages drivers seat was peppered with heft slugs. The layered bullet resistant glass splintered and cracked be held up, and Danial bravely maneuvered the carriage even closer. As Henry rapidly fired off a fusillade from two Webley Pryse revolver's, Vander had given him. Making the black clad figures within the lorry jump and duck down, as bullets rattled around inside the dark van. Suddenly lights flared within the lorry, as two velocipede's came flying out of the back. The first veering off instantly and then circling around behind the pursuing carriage, while the second landed awkwardly before straightening up and heading straight at them.

"What the hell his he playing at?" Vander shouted even as the second velocipede bore down on them rapidly, the dark clad Bulldog on it hardly steering as he fired a massive revolver at them. His other paw clasping a bloody cutlass, whipping it around over his head and howling insanely. "Danial watch out he's going to ra..." The red Stag shouted over the cold whistling wind blowing in his muzzle, unnecessarily for the Otter had realized it a moment before. Danial pulled hard on the steering levers, veering sharply to the right. But not fast enough as the racing velocipede collided with the right front of the carriage with a loud 'BOOM' And screeching of metal as the much larger and heavier carriage bounced up into the air as it drove over the smaller velocipede. A second later the three wheelers steam system exploding under the carriage, lifting the much larger vehicle up onto two wheels.

"Hang on!" Danial screamed into the brass speaking tube unnecessarily, as the the carriage careened across the nearly deserted street. The Otter fought with the control's desperately, but it was of little use as up on two wheel they had no effect. Narrowly missing a rag-man who was pushing a cart along the dark street, the handsome carriage tipped over onto it's side. And went skidding along the slick icy pave stones, metal shrieking and protesting as it bounced over slick pave stone. Until the carriage smashed with a resounding 'Clang!' into a heavy cast iron gaslight lamp post and shuddered to a stop. "Gods... ohooo gods." Danial cursed weakly, as he climbed groggily out of the drivers bubble and dropped into the cold wet street. Startled to see Vander already standing in the middle of the street, his black tail coat ripped and torn. Bow tie askew as the cold night wind blew hard against him, while the first velocipede came flying down the street almost straight at him. "Sir watch ouooowwww..." The Otter screamed as a sharp blade bite into his ribs, falling backwards Danial looked up to see the deranged Bulldog standing over him.

A wild insane smile split Avery's bloody muzzle, as he advanced on the Otter; who scurried backwards fearfully from the advancing Bulldog. "Time to die bitch." Avery growled as Danial's paws scrambled for his revolver, however it had fallen our of his trouser in the crash. And now lay glittering in the inside of the carriage's drivers bubble, far out of the wounded Otters reach. Of course the Bulldog looked none to well himself, one arm hung limply at his side. And he was bleeding heavily from a long gash on his head, as well as from the nostrils and a couple of small cuts on his cheeks. The blood running down his muzzle making him look even more menacing, as he stagger towards the wounded Otter cutlass raised high for the death blow.

Meanwhile in the center of the street the sleek red Stag ducks and dodges as the approaching rider, fires shot after shot at him drawing ever closer on the roaring velocipede. Bullets cutting through his billowing tail coat, even as the Stag whips it off. The velocipede slowing as he drew nearer, the big Gorilla taking careful aim with his huge 50. caliber revolver. Determined to end the frighten Stag's defensive prancing, when suddenly Vander bound forward coat spread out. 'BOOM' The massive slug flying just ever the charging red Deers head, just between his antlers. Sweeping the evening coat upwards Vander used it like a net, snaring his massive opponent off his vehicle as it sped by. The pair landed on the frosty street with a resounding 'Thud', even as the massive revolver discharged again harmlessly into the air. Before the red Stag slammed the Gorilla's massive fist against the rough, cold pave stones, sending the revolver clattering off into the darkness. Vander unleashed a flurry of punches on his bigger opponent then, hoping to end the fight as quickly as possible.

The massive Gorilla was an old street brawler however, and fended off those punches with his massive forearms. Waiting until he got his chance, and slammed a brutal punch into the side of Vander's handsome head. Sending the Stag reeling backwards across the slick wet paving stones, giving the big Gorilla time to climb to his feet. Vander quickly charged in again, knowing his only chance lay in getting inside his attackers reach. Alistair had seen this tactic a lot however, and just grabbed the Stag's throat in one meaty fist. Of course he'd never had to contend with a special operations trained imperial intelligence office, grasping the Gorilla's big thumb Vander twisted it backwards. Forcing Alistair to let go of his throat, the Stag quick reversed the twist rolling that big hand down and back. The Gorilla grunted in pain as his arm was levered around and used to control him, however the Stag hadn't counted on those long arms. With his other hand Alistair grabbed Vander ankle and jerked him off his hooves, the Stag suddenly finding himself dangling in the air. Desperately Vander slung three swift kicks with his other leg, smashing against the Gorilla's already flat nose with a big cloven hoof. Causing Alistair to bellow and drop the Stag, clutching his bleeding nose and staggering back a step.

"Damn you." The big Gorilla cursed, leaping towards the down red Deer before he could climb to his hooves once more. Vander looked up to see a wall of black wool great coat coming towards him, as his big attacker intending to end this fight through sheer brute force... 'Thump thump thump' Vanders head was spinning and his vision was filled with glittering stars as those massive fist connected with his head savagely.

"You die a cowards death... cringing on the ground." Avery growled, as he staggered towards the trapped Otter and swung that heavy bladed cutlass down.

"It takes a coward to kill an unarmed, wounded fur." A heavy voice rumbled, even as a massive hand shot out and grasped the Bulldogs sword arm. Avery looked up to see the massive hippopotamus reaching out of the over turned carriages door, his muzzle very nearly as bloody as the Bulldogs. In his other mighty fist was a Webley Pryse revolver, thrusting it out the Lord Sussex squeezed the trigger. 'BANG!' Suddenly Avery's body went limp, as the big bullet blasted through his left eye and then deep into his brain. The big hippo held up that jerking, trembling body for a moment longer, until the cutlass dropped from his senseless paw. And then Henry dropped Avery's lifeless body to the cold night street, while he climbed out of the wreaked carriage. "I say... how bad are you injured lad?" He inquired as he dropped to the street beside the wound Otter, who was shiver violently as he clutched his gashed side. Hot blood steaming in the cold night air was dribbling down his trouser leg, as he managed to climb up onto his foot paws.

"I... I'm alright m'Lord." Danial answered gamely, his teeth chattering as the cold seemed to fill him, making the already shaking Otter tremble even harder.

"Don't be a silly boob... brandy!" The Hippo snorted producing a massive flask from somewhere in his rip and torn dinner clothes, and shoving it into the Otters trembling paw. "We need to keep you warm and get you to a Doctor as soon as possible." Henry grunted whipping off his tail coat and placing it on Danial, the coat easily wrapping around his trembling frame twice. "Where are we?" The Lord Sussex grunted, looking around the dimly lit night streets inquiringly. As he helped the shaking Otter take a long drink of the sweet Napoleon brandy, that was in his pocket flask.

"Beggin' yer pardon sir... but there's a surgery just up the way." The gritty voice of the old rag man called as he came around the corner of the wreaked carriage, ducking under a still spinning wheel. "I kin 'elp him up there if ya like." The soot stained Corgi assured, as he moved in to help support the wounded Otter; who had gone all glassy eyed as he nursed on the warm brandy.

"Good fellow." Henry called as he turned to look at the two furs struggling in the center of the street, lifting his revolver the big hippo took aim. However the red Stag and Gorilla were grappling together to close, for him to take a shot at one without possibly hitting the other. Shoving the revolver into his waist band, he started to limp over to Vander's aid. But at that moment the big Gorilla bellowed in pain, as sharp antler tip's were stabbed into his guts. Standing upright the red Stag leashed out with a powerful kick to the side of Alistair's knee, there was a loud 'Crack' as the bones snapped. And the massive Gorilla collapsed to the ground, even as Vander leaped up into the air. Bringing his hard cloven hoof down on the Gorilla's throat, there was a sickening 'Crunch' as Alistair's voice box was crushed. "Are you hurt?" Henry demanded as he staggered up to the panting Stag, blood ran freely from that sleek cervine nose and those soft lip's. But the red Stag's eye's were intense and focused, as he looking over at the hippo lumbering towards him.

"Nothing to speak of." He assured looking around quickly for the Gorilla's still chugging velocipede, that had rolled to a stop against the side of a nearby building. Seeing the Stag looking at the single seat velocipede, Henry drew his revolver pressing it into Vanders hands along with a pouch of cartridges.

"Go... stop them." He ordered at once, sharing a knowing look with the red Stag; who quickly mounted the tri-wheeled vehicle. "I'll see to Danial, and come around as soon as I can."

"Thank you Sir Henry." Vander called throwing the Lord Sussex a swift salute, as he triggered the steam flow and the velocipede roar to life. Hurling down the cold night streets, the wind burning his uncovered eye's and making them water as he pursued the black lorry rumbling far in the distance. The cold biting into the lightly dressed Stag, as he whizzed through the stinging sleet that had picked up once more.