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T he Forbidden Zone a wild near lawless land, where a person’s destiny is in their own hands while others who are either weak in body or mind flock to those with power swearing fealty that will plunge themselves and their children as well as their children’s children into a life of servitude until the end of their blood line. In return for this self-act of enslavement they are given protection, provided with shelter as well as scraps food arduous back breaking work. In some case they are treated fairly but for the majority of the time these self-proclaimed Lords will treat them like slaves to be exploited at will, even sold on to others. These individuals range from self-proclaimed warlords that hold sway over gangs, bandits and other unwholesome individuals. To individuals on the run from their government or further yet from their estranged family who would like nothing more than to see them dead, however the far more common reason tends mostly to be those that are in hiding form crossing the wrong people. For those who first encounter this wild frontier territory, it is an unforgiving expanse consisting of a desolate deserts to rocky terrains that lead on from grass lands and forests encroaching from more fertile lands of Mobotropolis. It is here on the very edge of this wild frontier where grass lands are able to survive and settlements have built up that our tale begins. Not with some dramatic act of evil or heroic self-sacrifice but the slow drifting of dark clouds hanging heavy, fat with the promise of rain.

As the sky opened up to make good upon its promise of water from above the sound of a steam powered locomotive could be heard for miles around, its large rail bound wheels drawing the old black steam train ever onwards to its destination it breaks screeching loudly as it draws into a station, its chimney stack billowing out greyish white smoke from the burning coal within its fiery furnace. Having come to a full stop the doors opening as Humans and Mobians alike disembark while others climb aboard, one particular youth barely old enough to qualify as a man while too old to be considered a child steps out taking a deep breath of the Smoke-filled air forcing his chest to convulse as he coughed hard doubling up for a few seconds. The fragrance of the flowers growing along the side the station in hanging baskets that dangled from the over lapping roof of the ticket office entranced the Human for moment moments before the smell of the town just beyond hit him making him like many other newcomers before him wonder if he had made a terrible mistake coming here rather than remaining in the more familiar hustle and bustle of the city that they were used to.

A place where everything was so much more convenient, geared towards an easier life style yet here even the platform was somewhat rustic in its crudeness having being constructed from wood and steel rather than reinforced concrete like those stations in more civilised territories.

All around him people of varying ages, genders and races made their way to and throw as he walked casually along the planks of the boardwalk, he could hear them creek with an unsettling under his black scuffed up boots. The whole place like his journey so far was a sobering harsh education of what real life was really like, a journey that had started when he travelled from the safe confines of a sheltered life in Acorn Kingdom to this untamed domain where life was cheap. Clutching his bag tightly he felt slightly giddy with anticipation of finding Trixie O’Hare, the Mobian who had stolen his heart only to be shamed and driven away for doing so by his Father, a man he doubted any could rival when it came to being self-serving, devious, callousness, with no concern for those around him unless it served his purpose.

The Youth had spent months searching across the territorial islands of the ‘Acorn Kingdom’ until lady luck had smiled upon him for his perseverance, a news report had spoken about her having fled to these wild lands, as such he had spent all but the last of his money to book a third class passage from the ‘Green Hill’ ship terminal back home to Mobotropolis. Narrowly avoiding detection, he had caught a train to what he could only describe as a back water town, he pauses mid thought watching nervously as a number of shifty looking felines walk past him, all he could make out was their grey trench coats and dark brown stetsons, their eyes where focused fully on some richly well-dressed man. The youth had learned the value of not drawing attention to himself, it was one of the reasons as to why he had traded his expensive tailored made suit with a vagabond for a rough but hardy pair of light brown trousers, a torn dirt stained white long sleeved t-shirt topped off with brown jacket whose zipper was broken and pocket’s that where ripped. His belt was little more than piece of cord he found lying about somewhere, though for the life of him couldn’t remember exactly where, not that it mattered as long as it helped him evade unwanted attention.

Reaching the ticket office, or rather a cramped looking booth leading on to a sizeable arch way, an old cat was gathering tickets from those exiting the station. His fur from what the youth could tell may have been a vivid blue colour at one point but now it was long since faded with the odd strand of grey poking through, the Human could tell the old timer was still going to great length to groom himself but time and whatever life style he had enjoyed in the past had obviously taken there toll upon the feliens arthritic body.

“Tickets Please!”

The old Cat spoke to young Human, the young man gave a polite smile and slow nod of his head as he handed the small yellow rectangular slip of plastic card. The ticket had the normal information upon it such as the ticket type, where he had purchased the ticket and the final destination was, along with if the bearer had paid for a single one-way trip or return journey.

“Thank You!”

The old feline announced at which the Human moved on past into the ticket office area within the long archway where the main doors leading into Frontier Town was located, the double doors had been built on the obscenely grand scale curving into an arch at the top. The frames like most of the things in the town where heavily built in wood with thick layers of paint peeling away. Passing through them the young man was not ready for what was waiting for him on the other side, adjusting his eyes he found himself in a scene from one of those old Wild West movies he used to watch back home but with a handful of modern differences. Amongst which a mixture of riding mounts of all shapes and sizes that could be found tied up to one of several hitching rails outside of the various buildings, some of the nearby signs sported the names of familiar chain stores found all across the populated areas of Mobius, from fast food to clothing stores all offering midrange merchandise for affordable prices. Every so often the youth could see an electric lamp that seemed to be jutting out from between the stores in order to provide lighting when it got dark. One thing was quite clear though, everyone was for the most part armed to the teeth, be it blades, bludgeons, hammers and tomahawks to small arms such as single action pistols or home made zip guns.

The most favoured being the six shot revolvers with its easy to fabricate parts over the more complicated expensive automatic pistols that where horrendously prone to jamming in the harsh environments of the forbidden zone. There were the more exotic energy weapons, for those who could afford the insane prices of both owning as well as maintaining them. But for the most part such expensive side arms where a rarity. Occasionally the Human would see a mount pass by with either a bolt action or repeater rifle holstered on one of the mounts or a double-barrelled shotgun securely tucked amongst the saddle bags again showing the preference of reliability over advanced fire-power.

Running his gaze first down one row buildings leading down from the station then the other on the opposite side he found the standardized structures of the homes and businesses this frontier town to be nothing like what he was used to, everything was in symmetry more or less, with newer buildings having sprung up on either side of the wide dirt road that ran down the middle. They had all been originally built by some rail-road company that ran the trains throughout the forbidden zone; they were more or less the only real authority in such a lawless place. Hiring and firing sheriffs as best fitted their needs in gathering more and more wealth for themselves.

Looking up the young man felt the down pour of raindrops pricking at his skin as the sudden sensation of his own vulnerability struck him hard, not that he had anything much worth stealing, which led to another more pressing train of thought as well as major flaw to his plans, his stomach grumbled in agreement to his assessment of the situation. Part of him wanted to save the few rings he had left for an emergency but his stomach easily overruled caution as he slipped his hand into his trouser pocket to feel the six golden rings sitting there, each the size of a bottle cap. His stomach reminded him again that he hadn’t eaten since early morning the previous day when he had boarded the train, it was early evening now as a grumbling and rumbling sound emanating from his gut urging him to fill it up.

“So which side?”

He mused to himself looking down one side then the other, neither of the fast food joints really rang out to him as being in the least bit inviting, slumping his shoulders he began to question again his decision to go searching for Trixie since he could have be safe and warm at home right now. He could have his dotting mother along with his adorable little sister who would hang on his every word sitting next to him as they ate luxuriously around an antique table while his father planed out his entire future for him right down to what he would ware. The last part snapped him free from his slump; the one thing he did not miss was his selfish self-absorbed father who treated his own family as tools in his greedy grab for both prestige as well as political power. A half-hearted smile played across his lips as he thought back to his family with mixed emotions, he still recalled distinctly how he had watched his father having his way with some crimson quilled intern. He didn’t blame the Hedgehog, no if anything he was sure the teen had either been pressured into it or lured with false promises before treating her like some object for his sordid needs rather than a person.

The Human’s train of thought was broken again as someone barged past him, he turned towards them to voice his outrage when he found himself staring at the swaying hips of some worn out brown trench coat wearing Rabbit or maybe a Hare. He couldn’t tell since all he could see was a pair of caramel furred ears, along with the underside of a white cough drop tail. Whoever they were sported a Stetson the same colour as their trench coat. It was the way her hips seemed to sway as she walked was dead give-away to her gender however it was the way she carried herself that he couldn’t quite shake, there was something vaguely familiar that he soon found himself following her from behind as she took the right-hand boardwalk towards a pair of saloon style doors.

The swing doors parted as the lagomorph pushed through them breaking the young man’s line of sight, breaking into a run, he felt a slight panic fill his stomach though for the life of him he had no idea why but in a few swift strides he had reached the entrance and was pushing through into the saloon. He felt a stab of uneasy fill him as he looked around at the collection of rough rowdy looking Mobians sitting around as they drunk, ate and gambled around large circular tables. The wood panelled walls looked as if they had seen better days with old posters depicting different cabaret acts from years ago, even the odd advertisement for different brands of alcoholic beverages or brands of equipment had faded. His eyes were drawn to the far end between two wooden stair cases leading up to a mezzanine upon which a series of doors bed rooms could be seen each most likely for rent, behind the long bar a large flat screen could be seen, the base though obstructed by various bottles of varying shapes and sizes hid some of the moving images on the screen.

Up on the ceiling rows of low bay lights hung via chains illuminating everything in the otherwise dreary layout below, the Human figured they could be lowered should the bulbs ever need to be changed or replaced but what really struck his curiosity was the mix‘n’match of chairs and tables as if the owner had been forced to make do with whatever furniture was available.

“Where’d she go?”

He whispered to himself in a hushed voice only to spot the female he had been stalking, one of her rough worn leather boots could be seen resting up on an over polished brass foot rail running along the base of the bar. Heading towards nearest empty table he took a seat keeping his gaze level but not meeting any one’s eyes, last thing he needed was to start any trouble or appear weak to those who were there to pick fights. A couple of Stoats eyed him but lost interest when he didn’t respond to their jeers and mocking glances, He’d learnt the hard way during his travels how those who sought out trouble would general pick on the weak or easy to provoke. A few minutes after sitting a slender light brown mouse, clothed in a short pink and black gingham dress, her black garters where clearly on display as was her pink stocking. It was the equally as pink corset worn over her dress that caught his eye the most, as it gave her ample bust a bit more cleavage.

“So darlin’ whatcha be wanting?”

The Mouse asked a smile forming on her red painted lips, looking up from her black ankle high shoes, she waited patiently as if accustomed to some clientele being lost for words.

“Try ta focusing on mah cleavage more, tends ta help most guys fresh from da station!”

She laughed softly to him, with this he snapped his eyes up to hers blushing brightly as he takes a deep long gulp of air, the longer he looked into the Mouse’s eyes the more he felt as if he was being mentally undressed by her. This sent a shutter rippling down through his body; it took him a few seconds for his mouth to remember how to speak as he asks.

“What can ..erm...I...uh…g.get to eat for…for five rings? please!”

He winced as he realised he was all but telegraphing himself for trouble from the Stoats he had avoided only moments ago, thankfully they were already focused on some else who had walked in who looked more like some bank clerk. The Mouse chuckled as a mesmerising smile grew across her muzzle, her long prehensile tail snaked out gently caressing the underside of his chin while her lips drew so close he could feel her breath on upon his own.

“Mah Oh Mah! Such a polite young gentleman!”

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She whispered, her paw so small and tender easing along his inner thigh as much to her delight the poor youth started to squirm nervously whle she spoke once more.

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“Well darlin’ we have a whole number of thing ya could feed y’all grumblin’ tummy with, from stew’s ta soups even a hole heaping of steaks and vegetables.”

He smiled back trying to remain respectful by looking at her face but not making eye contact that was until her paw reached out to lift his chin up a little more so he was looking deep into her bright blue eyes, her other paw moved some of her blond locks from her face.

“Yuh know for such a slip of a lad, ya sure are awful cute!”

She mused softly waiting for him to reply, this attention made him gulp deeply as she delivered a slow mischievous wink of her eye. The Human wanted to reply that he wasn’t a mere lad that he was of legal age now and should he wish he could smoke, drink and even have sexual relations if he choose to, though the intimate attention she was paying him robbed him of any outrage he might of begun to feel, soon her tender touch had soothed over his ire completely.

“Any, uh...none meat dishes, ma’am?”

She looked at him her expression becoming quizzical for a few seconds, she hadn’t been asked that question before by a male, most of the local males tended to ask for something more inappropriate; not that she would turn such requests down if the price was right.

“We sure do sweetie, ah highly recommend the sweet and sour water chestnuts!”

The mouse noted with another of her slow smile, she could tell be his expression her actions towards him had caught his interest in a most particular manner. A soft chuckle left her lips as she made a mental note if he ever came in with a decent amount of money, she’d sit him down to a hand or rather paw of poker, she’d fleece him easily before bedding him fully.

“Can I have that please ma’am?”

The young man asked with a smile not quite taking on board that she was flirting with him, the Mouse smirked taking her leave, she headed towards a door at the far end of the saloon that led into the kitchen area while shadow cloaked figure discreetly followed after her discreetly. The lithe rodent was too busy contemplating some of the things she wanted to do to this Human, that she didn’t bother to sniff the air or use those large sensitive ears on the top of her pretty little head as she passed through the door labelled ‘Employee’s Only’. Pausing by a nook leading to the employee’s cloak room the waitress headed straight towards a bench beneath a row of wall mounted hooks, after a few minutes of searching she found her coat and dipped a dainty paw into the inside pocket taking out a small brown glass bottle labelled Rohypnol. Allowing herself a wide grin she licked her lips eagerly with the mental picture of bouncing and grinding her firm little figure astride the young Human, the knowledge of what she had planed sent a shiver of pure sexual delight through her body.

It was going to be so simple to drug the Human, he would be such an easy target for her, he practically had victim written across his forehead. After all why shouldn’t she? Out here in the wild lands such things where easy to get away with and if he was unable to tell her no or that he wanted her to stop then how could it be classed rape? If anything she was doing him a good turn by laying with him.

Meanwhile out in the Saloon the Human patiently waited his stomach grumbling loudly as he watched a news report on the sizeable television screen behind the bar, the sound was piped through a series of speakers situated around the entire bar itself so despite the sound of the other patrons he could just about hear what was being said.

‘The fugitive, one Sonic the Hedgehog is still at large as earlier today a statement from the head of the task-force, charged with the capture and bring this Mobian to face justice’

A grey furred Squirrel mused, his paw like hand clenching tightly around a microphone, the image changed as green and yellow Crocodile wearing headphones along with an oversized large gold chain adorning his otherwise powerful neck; If anything, the Reptile looked more akin to some street thug than any kind of professional.

‘ We currently have a number of our fugitives old associates employed in the hunt for this miscreant!’

The Crocodile started his address to the press, he sounded more like a gang member than the more refined verbal skills of a public speaker and the reporters picked up on this like Jackals on a wounded prey. Pushing forwards trying to jostle to force their microphones into the large males face a wall of police officers forced them back.

‘Now, I know that you’ll must be thinking, dats not such a good idea, as he’s their friends an’ such, right?...... Well let me tell ya, no one but no one other than us knows how ta catch him!’

Watching the screen, the Human had to admit this made sense, and from what he knew about some of the blue speedsters companions from Mobapedia they could more than handle themselves, he doubted some run of the mill bounty hunter would stand even a second against a Hedgehog of that calibre. The image returned back to the grey Squirrel who had gained a number of pro-sonic protestors behind him holding up signs declaring his innocence, a few even tried to grab the microphone from the report only to be dragged off by security wearing the news channels logo on the shoulders of their black uniforms. More pro-sonic protestor began to join in with the struggle as the image changed again to a studio where a female Skunk and a male Human sat in front of the cameras looking more than a little perturbed.

‘I..ahem yes, uh, in other news!’

The Skunk blurted helping to snap her co-host back to his senses, in turn the man gave discrete cough and began to read from the teleprompter in front of him as the picture on the wall behind the two news casters changed, a picture of a caramel furred Hare with light brown eyes looked sternly from behind them.

‘In other news, the search for the still missing Ryan Jenkins, the son of a highly respected diplomat attached to the United Federation Embassy in Westside Isle’s is still ongoing, detectives are still investigating the probable involvement of former lieutenant Trixie O’Hare of the Royal Diplomatic Core. It was this Mobian who was responsible for several accounts of unsolicited sexual abuse against a number of underage sons and daughters of those under her care.’

Feeling his blood rise at how they were slandering the name of his lover like that, thankfully for his own sake he still had the foresight to try and hunch down slightly as his name was spoken. Ryan was incensed at how they made it seem as if the love of his life was a child abusing abductoress, Trixie had only ever compromised herself once, when she had popped his cherry and he had been by no means a child when that had happened.

‘Detectives have stated they wish to question Ms O’Hare over Ryan Jenkins disappearance, so far both the Royal Diplomatic Core and the United Federation Embassy have refused to comment on this ongoing investigation.’

The channel suddenly changed to one of the music channels much to his relief, taking a deep breath, he was glad his image wasn’t brought up on display by the news channel he began to understand why Trixie had fled to such a god’s forsaken place. Having been stripped of her uniform in front of her subordinates and drummed out of the service in such humiliating way Ryan doubted anyone would want to hang around after that. To save further face his father had convinced his contacts in the Acorn royal house hold, to have Ryan swear service to the Crown as part of a reactivated exchange program that had be defunct for many years.

This as with most things had been just another ploy to grab more prestige, his father would yet again try to use him as a tool for his own gains, it sickened Ryan to be related to such a man. Of course, he had refused when his father had told him which resulted in his old man screaming at him; however unlike his mother he refused to be bullied into any of his father’s schemes. It still was not entirely clear if it was in retaliation for Ryan’s refusal to be used like some tool by his father or if his mother had learned of his sexual encounter with Trixie and having found the thought distasteful had used her own connections at the Royal court to discredit Trixie even further, an act that no doubtedly would have led to her having to flee the nation she had had called home since she was a kit. Whatever the reason, be it punishment for his latest act of disobedience or some misplaced over protective nature of a doting mother, he had decided to leave during the early hours of the morning when the RDC sentries had been at their most lax but even then, it had only been because of his friend’s help that he had managed to accomplish his disappearance, he owed them big time.

The sound of a plate rattling on wood just in front of him snapped him out of his train of thought, he looked up into those reassuring blue eyes of the waitress who had taken his order early, she smiled at him again with that slow meaningful smile as she put a flagon of water down near his plate. Her words felt good on his ears as she spoke to him, those tiny fingers gently caressing his cheek while that tail curled along the underside of his chin.

“Here ya go sweetness, tuck right on in there”

Ryan gulped deeply as he blushed yet again at her attention as he played right into the Mouse’s paw’s, easing herself astride his lap as if riding side saddle, she slipped the spoon between finger and thumb as she began to feed him between kisses. Her thick painted lips caressing his she found him becoming putty in her paws, the Mouse made sure to heap plenty of the sweet and sour source onto each spoonful as it was within this source that she had laced his meal with the Rohypnol, most choose to drug the drinks but this was to obvious and easy to avoid. But the source on the food itself, now that wasn’t so easy to avoid, the anticipation had her heart racing now with the sheer excitement of her plan coming to fruition with every bite of food he took, a few times she would use his paper napkin to wipe his lips since the last thing she wanted was to indirectly drug herself.

“This is delicious!”

He gasped pausing to take a breath from all the spoonful’s of and tender kisses from his rodent host, she just smiled broadly kissing his brow just as she might have to her own off spring or at least if she had any.

“Mah oh mah sugar dumplin’, ya sure are sweeter than mah dear grey furred mamma’s cherry pie!”

She chuckled her southern drawl adding to the slow creeping effects of the drug she had been feeding him, his sense where already feeling a bit dulled as voices that were not right up close began to sound slurred, it grew harder and harder to think as a sense of light headedness took a firm grasp of his mind. He attempted to speak but his words came out all garbled, the Human tried to lift his hand to rub the sudden cold sweat from his brow but nothing happened in fact his limbs felt numb, even what little he could see changed as he found himself looking down against the Mouse’s back as even his neck seemed to have turned to jelly. The female gave a cruel smile as she eased her arms around him, one of her paw like hands rested against the back of his head as he drooled against her shoulder.

“Dontcha worry ‘bout nothing mah little overlander sweetie pie, jus’ yuh let little ol’Isabella take real good care of yuh!”

She whispered into his ear using the derogative term for Humans that some Mobians still tended to use, looking over to a couple of hefty looking Gorilla she gave a firm nod of her head, with a grunt and a quiet chuckle the brawny looking male made his way over. The last thing Ryan was able to comprehend was being grabbed by a pair of large hands taking hold of him; soon he could feel himself being carried away though to where he had no idea. The rest was a blur of the surroundings spinning in a blur followed at some point with being dropped un ceremoniously onto something soft, a bed perhaps but he couldn’t be sure as he could not move at all. There was a small tight moist pressure around his man-hood since it was one of the few things he could feel clearly, the sensation increased as his length was taken further down through the familiar soft warmth that continued to squeeze convulse around his sensitive muscle. Moments later it eased back up, an while time was lost upon him in his current stat it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes or hours he had no idea what so ever. When next the strange thing descended around his girth he felt something tight move with a prehensile dexterity along the underside of his organ, had he been able to let out a moan he would have done so but for some reason his voice refused to comply. This went on for some time, whatever was trying to swallow his erect member alive pulled away to be replaced by a ring like compression easing up over and down along his bulbous gland, whatever it was easing down to the very base of his shaft, the tight constriction around his thick swollen length was becoming too much for his mind to take, seconds later the constriction began to ease while a strange cold goo began to ooze down over the tip of his bulbous gland followed shortly by a pair of small warm paws spreading it across his engorged member, at least he assumed they were paws from the feel of the small pads but in his incoherent state he could have been wrong.

“Gods Sugar! That’s gonna stretch mah little ol’pussy even with all of that thar lube!”

Came a distant voice from the body astride him, it came across as mumbled to him as his own heart beat seemed to drown out most other sounds. Then he felt it the tight moist heat squeezing it way over his bulbous end as it gradually moved its ways down along his shaft engulfing it half way only coming to a stop when something resisted his further decent into the quivering mass of warm soft tissue that twitched and spasmed around his length of muscle. A gasp left Ryan’s lips as he felt a pressure or perhaps body shift slightly against his hips to make the strange hungry passage way that was trying hard to eat his erect girth alive, start to lift slightly before pushing back down as far as it could with a slow repetitive motion. After the first couple of minutes the tight pain around the base of his man-hood seemed to be lost to the wondrous pleasure as whatever was engulfing a good portion of his member started to switch to a far more aggressive rhythm.

“ughnnnnn! Oh, fuck darlin’ that sure feel good!”

That same distant sounding voice called out, he felt the sudden pressure of soft lumps squashed up against his chest while the weight astride him began to shift leaning down to lay upon him, this in turn led to a swift sliding motions accompanied by a hot panting breath against the nape of his neck, it finally dawned on his addled mind what was happening to him….he was being raped!

“fuck!....uhnnnn oh fuuuuuuuuck!...uhnnnn!....ahnnnnn!”

That distant voice cried out again though this time he was sure it emanated from whoever it was above him, while his mind was unable to process to much information at once he was still able to piece together from the soft warm fur brush against his skin that his assailant was a female Mobian but that was all. The short burst of clarity through the mental haze began to fade as Ryan fell back into a stupor, brought on by the pressure building at the base of his shaft followed shortly by the release deep into the female above him, though she did not stop her lustful attack nor did his manhood grow flaccid from his pleasure-less climax. Closing his eyes, he felt a sudden sense of claustrophobia engulf him, though any attempt he made to thrash about was all to no avail, his body continued to refuse to comply to the demands of his mind and so his ordeal went on for a period of time he could not comprehend.

Meanwhile down in the bar room the caramel furred Hare watched the mezzanine as she nursed her tankard of beer, it was not the best she had ever had but at the same time not the worst either, she was pretty sure the bar keep was probably watering it down to make more money out of the patrons of the tavern. Choosing to hold her tongue as she was not about to make a scene that would draw unwanted attention to herself, she went over what she had minuets ago watched. The Hare went over the Mouse performance in her mind, mauling over the waitresses little act with the unlucky Human before having his drugged unconscious body dragged upstairs by a formidable looking ape.

The lagomorh did feel a twinge of guilt at not having intervened, but her mission came first besides the Hare was more than positive she could save him later, which in her own opinion would be more than enough compensation for his troubles. She did though wish the Mouse would just hurry up finish up, all the waiting around as she nursed her drink was going to draw unwanted attention by the staff of the facility, who would have prefer her occupied seat was being utilised by a patron more forthcoming with their cash. After a couple of hours, the Hare watched with relief as the mouse staggered down the stair case looking quite dishevelled but otherwise extremely pleased with herself after having sating her needs with her latest victim. The Hare observed a green furred feline discreetly handing a paw full of rings to the same Gorilla from earlier then just as quietly headed up to the same room they had taken the Human to. With the intel she had gathered so far the Hare decided now was the most opportune time to extract the victim before he went the way of the other males who had simply vanished from the face of Mobius. Finishing her weak watery beer and getting to her feet she made her way over to the staircase as if she had every damned right to, the large Gorilla barely gave her a glance satisfied by her demeanour that she wasn’t up to no good.

At the top, she made her way to a number of rooms down from the one being used for the felonious deeds, the bulky ape was mostly likely paying her more attention now that she had cleared the top step and was ready to race after her if she went anywhere near the room the room with the Human in it. She needed to play it smart as there was no way she could stop an enraged Gorilla even the single action six shooter on her right hip would probably only make him mad, no she needed to use her brain instead.

Trying the handle to her selected room in the hopes it might be unlocked she frowned finding it locked tight, with a quick glance around she hooked a thick sturdy looking pick from a pouch on her gun belt, slipping it into the keyhole. The locks out the forbidden zone where a lot more primitive than those found in more civilised areas of Mobius which made things a lot easier for her when it came to picking locked doors. With a distinct click the lock turned allowing her access, once inside she locked the door again from the inside her eyes scanned across the room revealing it to be unoccupied which suited her perfectly. Heading to the window she found it screwed down shut to keep it from being opened and guests slipping out without paying their bill, reach down she slipped out broad bladed knife from a sheath in her left boot. Taking her time, she began to apply pressure to the hilt as she tried turned the heavy blade, the first crew refused to budge which meant either it was in to tight or the underside of the screw heads may have been given a coating of glue when screwed the rest of the way in, if this was the case no amount of effort was going budge them.

“Damn it!”

She spat, running a finger along the crumbling glazing putty that kept the single pane of glass from falling out of the window frame, a smile formed across her black lagomorphs lips, fetching the pillows from the bed she laid them down beneath the window before getting to work with her blade to chisel the old dried out mixture created of finely ground chalk and linseed oil, it was a traditional recipe for primitive glazing putty.

Out in the forbidden lands things tended to take time for change to happen, this for the most part was the general rule of thumb for most frontier settlements, it was a case of ‘if it’s not broken don’t fix it’ style of mentality, especially in the local territories. As such vinyl windows with more modern style of glazing was extremely uncommon, even the extremely rich land owners found the cost alone to transport not to mention installing such an overly lavish item to be a waste of money that could be better spent on other more important things.

The effort took some doing but with perseverance not to mention the sharpness of the blade edge she was able to remove the sealant from all four sides allowing her to lever the sheet of glass out and letting it fall down onto the soft pillows, it still cracked from the impact but it didn’t make a sound that normally might have brought someone running to investigate.

Climbing through the now empty window she lowered herself down onto the narrow ledge where she began to side step her way tentatively across the ledge running along the side of the building, passing by several of the other windows she could see most of the rooms where empty or their occupancy up to some rather amorous activity with some female who had sold the pleasure of their company to those able to afford the rings to pay for it.

Much to her relief no one paid any attention to a Hare easing past their window, a few feral birds where unceremoniously pushed off of the ledge squawking indignantly as they flew away as her boot kicked them out of the way. Reaching her destination, she looked inside her eyes narrowing as she watched the arching body of the feline as she bounced and grinding against the Human, the male didn’t move much but having been drugged she doubted he could do anything but just lay their helplessly as he was used like some kind of living sex toy.

Inside the room Ryan wanted to scream to struggle to break free from the insane situation he was in, he still could not move, once the first female had finished with him he had felt what he could only guess was a sponge bath to freshen him up. His mind was clearer now but he still found trying to focus on more than one thing at any time impossible as if some haze would drift in over all his senses whenever he tried, after a merciful period of time in silent darkness his limited vision was bathed once more in light as a green blurred shape drifted into view followed the pressure of a body against his as his torment began anew.

“** oh yes **** yeeeees **** so **** goooooooood!”’**

A voice purred at him, it was different sounding to the last one but just as equally distant though if he focused on that alone he could just understand the odd word, though it wasn’t easy since the touch of the new female’s fur was even softer than the last while the technique and rhythm was far superior not to mention how deeper she was able to accommodate his manhood inside of her hot quivering depths. Suddenly he felt something sharp digging in to his skin before dragging down his chest leaving a hot stinging sensation afterwards that later he would discover had been the green furred felines claws that had raked across him in the throes of pure ecstasy, Ryan could hear the sound of the bed springs complaining as to much exertion was placed upon them as the Cats pace began to pick up to an energetic rhythm.

“COME ON DO IT! CUM IN SIDE ME!”

She howled her words loud enough for him even in his state to hear clearly, her body was moved with a sharper swifter pace, baring down upon him with all her weight he felt something give way inside of her allowing his member to penetrate an inch or two deeper before clamping tightly shut around him, trapping his bulb like gland.

“UGHNNNNNNN!....OH YES! I...I SO HAVE TO BUY YOU OVERLANDER! HNNNNN!”

The feline screeched as she flailed against him lost in pure pleasure, her mind was made up as she decided to put an offer in to buy this latest slave, she had never felt so amazing, nor had she felt such a powerful climax that was building in her life. He would be the crowning addition to her collection of Humans.

With one last downward thrust her body bucked wildly as the pressure that had been building deep in her loins was unleashed like a tsunami of unstoppable intensity; Ryan felt the green furred female’s body collapse over him as it shook wildly form the force of her orgasm. Her claws still digging into his flesh as she mewled like a kitten. Though lost in her sexually induced daze Ryan had begun to gather more of his wits about him, he could feel more and more parts of his body and they felt over whelming sore. His conscious mind was still plagued with confusion as every attempt at trying to formulate a plausible conclusion to his plight and how best to escape it was met with a blank answer.

A new pain suddenly made its presence known to him as the feline tried to get up off his hips only to discover his bulbous gland was still trapped just beyond her cervix, but while she had been sated sexually Ryan had not as a result his phallic organ remained fully erect inside of her tight little Mobian passage way. For a brief moment she panicked as she pulled at his imposing length trying to dislodge it but failing in her attempts, it took her a few minutes to calm down, it soon dawned upon her just what had happened and what she needed to do.

With a deep purr she started to grind slowly against him her body laying out over his as her inhuman lips brushed at his skin followed by the rasping texture of her tongue as the barbs upon it dragged against the base of his throat.

“mnnnnnnnnnn, your turn now overlander, let Lena make you cum!”

She moaned softly to him like he was her lover rather than the poor drugged victim she was currently defiling, Ryan felt physically fragile and emotionally delicate, it was as if he had been lowered into a vertical pipe that narrowed to the point where it clamped around his body; that or he’d been buried deep underground where his screams would be unheard. As bad as the claustrophobic sensation was, it was the fact he was now aware of what was happening to him that tore at his sanity.

Ryan wanted his torment to end he wanted to feel the sweet embrace of cold oblivion wrap its arms around him so he could feel nothing, experience nothing, to be one with nothingness. He offered up preys to the gods of Mobius then to any dark fell dark power for help but still no salvation came all hope was fading fast from him as he began to succumb to a reality that this was his existence now such as it was.

Outside Trixie watched as the green Cat started to ride the poor Human again, peering in a little closer so she could see the face of the poor guy she was going to save, but even when the green furred Mobian moved enough to allow the Hare to see better she could still not quite make out the poor guys face. Not that it mattered since she was duty bound to save him, with a sigh the Hare begun to shuffle back along the ledge confident in the knowledge that while the Human was still being violated he was alive, this would give her ample time to get to him.

The hard part would be in finding a way into that room in order to free him, one possibility was for her to shoot the window out before diving in like some story book hero, though while it may have looked impressive, the risks of catching herself on the jagged broken glass in the process would more than likely end up with her performing an act of self-evisceration. However, if and it was a very big ‘if’ at that, by some miracle she survived, the sound of her shooting combined with the felines screams would attract the unwanted attention of the oversized ape currently acting as a guard dog on the ground floor.

The towering mountain of muscle that was the Gorilla was one opponent she did not like her chances against, climbing back through the window she had pried apart she headed towards the door, opening it slightly she looked down through the wooden fixtures of the mezzanines guard rail. The Ape wasn’t looking upstairs, he seemed more interested in the people walking past or coming close to the stair case, the Mouse though was glancing up every now and then as she passed by to take empty plates back into the kitchen only to re-emerge carrying piping hot food back out to the hungry patrons in the saloon.

“Okay Trixie, wait until the suspect heads in to the back, then make your move!”

She whispers to herself, the moment the Mouse headed out of view carrying a number of dishes in her paws Trixie made a move, she moved slowly since she would undoubtedly be within the Ape’s peripheral vision so any sudden or swift motion would alert him to her presence. With a slow quiet walk, she made her move while the Ape was distracted with another group of passersby, at the same time she tried to move casually so as not to catch strange looks those same individuals walking since this to could also alert him to what she was doing. Trixie felt as if a family of butterflies had decided to take up residence inside of her stomach as each step she took felt like an eternity, her limbs felt heavier with every passing moment. She knew this was all an illusion of her mind created by the fear of getting caught, but it still didn’t stop how she felt as the seconds dragged on until her small paw like hand reached out for the door handle. Taking a couple of deep silent breaths to calm her nerves, the lagomorph needed to steel herself but every fibre in her body screamed at her to stop, to turn back now while she still could.

With a painstakingly slow turn of the handle she applied a bit of leverage to the door stopping suddenly as it squeaked slightly, her body quivered as she stopped to look back in the direction of the Gorilla but he was more interested in some pink furred busty Bat with a waspish figure that made the Trixie feel more than a little self-conscious about her own breast size. Closing the door behind her, she looked towards the face of the helpless Human only to give a sudden intake of breath as recognition kicked in. Her jaw dropped while her blood ran cold.

She knew this male, she knew him intimately, at first her mind tried to refuse to accept what was before her eyes it desperately attempted to come up with some other answer other than the rational explanation laid out before her. Her Ryan was a nation away, living in comfort and safety so how could this Human be her lover; it made no sense to her what so ever.

Gradually though as the sight in front of her refused to become something more acceptable to her eyes, Trixie’s blood went from zero to boiling, anger washed over her from realisation she had just allowed him to suffer, rather than stepping in to stop it from the very start. It was her fault that he was being raped in front of her, the guilt only lent fuel to the fires of her rage, she no longer thought with the rational part of her mind, she was no longer the clam disciplined officer she had once been. Now there was just an unrelenting hate that burned away all emotion leaving only a cold icy void, as all semblance of rational thought gave way to primal rage. Trixie’s vision grew hazy as everything else around her faded from sight, her entire attention was locked onto the feline, the Cat never saw it coming, Trixie was upon her in seconds. Clawing at the Feline’s face; sinking her incisors into the poor green cat flesh before dragging her off of her Ryan. The Hare glared wrathfully at her opponent as she scrambled astride her, the cat was still too shocked to even lift a paw in defence as Trixie let rip with her tightly clenched fists pounding relentlessly against the feline.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The Lagomorph screamed her hips squeezing tightly around the Cat to keep her firmly astride, Trixies balled fists continued to rain down against the hapless felines face, shattering the Cat’s jaw, cheek and the green Mobian’s teeth leaving them little more than jagged ruins.

The poor female’s thick feline lips had exploded as one blow made full on contact with them turning them into a bloody pulped mess, another made the cats nose burst apart and an eye to pop clear form its socket.

Mercy by this time the feline was out cold, not that Trixie had any inclination of stopping at just this, the Hares assault continued swinging punch after punch in rapid succession pummelling the green furred Cat for a few more moments before slowing to a stop. Her chest heaving heavily and her knuckles bloodied as she panted deeply, it took her several minutes more until she was able to stagger to her feet let alone stumble over to her precious Ryan.

All her fury had been spent leaving her feeling exhausted and shaken, leaning down she began brushing her lips against every square inch of Ryan’s face before resting her forehead to his chest to rest a little while her mind rushed to come up with a plan. She mentally cursed herself for what she’d just done, not so much for the harm she had just caused but for having just rushed in like that, after all how was she going to get her much loved Human out of there not to mention, follow that accursed Mouse back to the real ringleaders now. Months of investigation into the case she was on ruined by a moment of reckless emotion, part of her mind wanted to blame Ryan for being so stupid as to come out here to the Forbidden Lands alone but that particular mental argument was quashed all most instantly.

“Damn it Ryan what are you doing here?”

The Hare whispered a tear rolling down her fur covered cheek, she wondered if the human had been following her but she crossed that possibility out as she was sure if he had recognised her he would have called out to her in the bar. Which begged the same question as to what he was doing in such a gods forsaken place, the only conclusion she could think of was Ryan’s father, the young adult must have been put into a position where his only option was to flee from the sheltered lap of luxury. That said she could understand if it was that thrice damned ambassadors fault, she had a grudge of her own in regards to that man who had cost her not just her career but her reputation as well.

“Snap out of it and think of what your gonna do next!”

Looking around the room and finding just the basic bare minimal decorations the other rooms no doubtedly had, but on the chair next to the small round table the battered Cat’s clothing could be seen folded neatly with her handbag upon it. Climbing to her feet Trixie went to investigate opening the bag, dumping the contents onto the table finding a number of expensive rings, a god chain with symbols of worship for each of the Mobian Gods and Goddesses. A fat looking purse sat proudly like some fat toad with a set of keys right next to it sporting a blue ‘GOTTA GO FASTER’ tab with white lettering; finally her eyes fell upon a mobile phone.

“Come On!”

She grunted tapping the slim button on the side, the screen lit up immediately rewarding her with a cheerful welcome message followed by a menu screen, the Hare’s luck was still with her as the green feline hadn’t bothered to either lock it so with a quick tap on screen to bring up the app’s screen she swiped across to the receiver shaped icon and tapped it lightly.

“Yeeeeeeees!”

Trixie hissed all most feeling bad now about beating the pulp out of the green feline, well all most. Half closing her eyes she tried to recall the right phone number before entering it and click the green receiver icon on the screen, it rang for a few moments until a female voice replied sounding as if she was stuck on fast forward.

“Hello Asumi here how can I help you oh are you calling for my boss because if you are she’s not here right now but maybe I can help you I can take a message or maybe I can help I’m very good at helping you know all the time uh yes yes I help her all the time so how can I help you? You don’t seem very talkative are you shy oooooooo ooooooooo are you one of those perverts who listen to the other end of phone lines breathing heavily if you are I’d love to bring you off by talking dirty to you oh yes bet you would like that wouldn’t you uh-huh so you want to know what kind panties I’m wearing?”

It went on like this for a good few minutes, Thyme felt tempted to just throw the phone down on to the floor and just stamp on it a few times to make the constant barrage of words stop. By now the Hare was squeezing the bridge of her nose to try to stay calm and forgot herself as she shouted down the phone.

“ASUMI!!”

The endless string of words coming from the other end of the phone abruptly stopped giving the Hare a chance to speak though not for long as she paused to listen, fearing her sudden outburst might have attracted unwanted attention. After a few seconds of silence, she sighed in relief before speaking with a restrained tone to her voice.

“Asumi, I need your help, I’ve gotten myself into situation, now listen carefully okay?”

The female on the other end of the phone started spurting of her rapid style of speaking again as if her mouth had been left in drive.

“Sure thing boss I can help just tell me what I can do and I’ll do it I’m very good at taking directions Boss and doing as I’m told you bet I am so just tell me what to do and I shall do it without a doubt yes ma’am just count on me!”

Feeling the veins in her forehead pulse as if getting ready to burst, Trixe counted slowly under her breath before continuing with the phone call.

“Asumi, I need you to listen and focus…… I need you, To go to the Lost Dreams Saloon, And when no one’s looking….Pull one of the fire alarms….Then in the chaos get those pretty little haunches of yours up to the first floor…..Once up here I will need you help me carry someone out!......Did you get all of that?”

There was a pause followed by the all too cheerful rapid-fire of words again.

“’Oh yes you bet no worries I can do that no sweat no worries you can count on me…”

Asumi never got to finish the rest of what she was saying as Trixie tapped on the red receiver icon ending the call, rubbing her brow she thought back the urge to deliver a few more blows to the unconscious feline laying just nearby. As much as she cared about Asumi, Trixie could sometimes just strangle her friend just to make her stop talking. With a sigh, the Hare crawled back over to her Human lover still trying to decide whether or not she should be angry with him or happy to see him in spite of the circumstances, either way he was going to receive a stern lecture once she as sure he was okay.

“Of all the stunts, you have ever pulled Ryan Jenkins! This has to take the carrot cake and no mistake!”

Trixie half-heartedly scolded Ryan, though she doubted he could hear or understand a word she was saying while under the influence of the drugs still flowing through his system, her hand like paw began caresses his cheek feeling the soft warmth of his skin against the pads of her paws.

“You have to be the dumbest idiot I have ever been in love with, I left for your benefit, so why did you come looking for me? Don’t you know the danger you could have put yourself….Have put yourself in?”

She chuckled correcting herself, leaning over she brushes her lips against his, closing her eyes as she for but a brief moment let herself forget the troublesome situation they were in and just enjoy the feel of his body so close to her own, even if her beloved was in no position to reciprocate the gesture. Minuets passed like seconds as she knelt there next to him resting the side of her face against the rising and falling of her Ryan’s chest savouring the intimacy of resting so close to him.

“Will you quite moaning, can’t you see I’m sharing a moment with my boyfriend!”

She spat at the feline who had chosen that moment to start regaining consciousness, there was a loud crack followed by silence as the heel of Trixie’s boot made contact with the side of the Cat’s head sending her back to dream land. The Hare spent the next few moments once more resting her face against the Human, her eyes half closed as she giggled to herself realising she had referred to him as her boyfriend.

“Well why not, you did come all this way to find me, and I still have deep feelings for you so... yeah why not? We could make something of this, I mean it’s not like there’s anything to get in our way this time?”

Trixie mused leaning up and pressing her lips to his once more only to all most jump out of her own fur as the saloons fire alarm suddenly went off catching the Hare completely by surprise. Trixie was on her feet pistol in hand her head looking around wide eyed in a state of fight or flight, it would take her several more seconds to calm down before heading to the door prizing it open just enough to spy out from.

Down in the saloon chaos had ensued people running about like headless chickens while bar staff tried to guide the panicking patrons outside, the large thug of Gorilla still at the base of the stairs was looking about uncertain if he should stay or make a swift exit himself. For a while the large ape didn’t seem to know if he should make a break for it as well, eventually self preservation kicked in and the large ape ran for the exit, allowing a slender bright lilac furred hedgehog to hurry up the stairs, Trixie gave a sigh of relief as she deciding she would forgo throttling the bubbly hedgehog for all ways being so infuriatingly upbeat about everything all of the time.

Asumi was dressed in a green with white trim mini skirt, gloves, armless crop top and knee-high boots the whole colour scheme should not have worked against her fur and purple quills, yet somehow the Hedgehog pulled it off. Though Trixie was indeed overjoyed to see her friend, she would rather be damned than to admit it in public. The happiness the Hare had been feeling was swiftly being replaced with the need to pound her face against the wall until she shuts up, when the adorably cute Hedgehog began waving to Trixie the moment she spotted her.

“Boss!....Boss over here boss I can see you can you see me? So where’s your boyfriend you want me to help move?”’

Apart from the spouting off her words like some verbal machine gun, Asumi was waving like some escapee from a lunatic asylum, Trixie had to hold herself back from shouting at the Hedgehog to shut up and stop drawing attention to them both that or just shooting her, the latter being a tempting option.

“Shhhhhh! Get Over Here Damn It Asumi!”

Trixie hissed opening the door a little wider as soon as the overly jubilant Mobian got close enough, with a spring in her step Asumi slipped into the room saying with a giggle.

“Say why are you trying to be all hush hush no one can hear us with the fire alarm going? and every one’s evacuating!....Oooooooooo is this your boyfriend he’s cute, super cute in fact I bet he’s well hung most Humans tend to be well hung in comparison to male Mobians anyway mnnnn I bet he can make any Mobian female squeal and cum hard!...oh my I feel kind of woozy now why do I feel kind of woozy boss?”

Trixie palmed her face realising a much as she hated to do so that Asumi was correct, but then again despite how air-headed her associate seemed most of the time she was quite astute, shaking her head slowly she gave a deep restrained sigh saying with a calm clear voice.

“For Fucks Sake Asumi! Stop Speaking for just one moment, and take a breath, before you pass out!”

The Hedgehog did as she was told as she eased her arms under Ryan’s, his pale complexion only helping to compliment her furless bronzed skinned arms as she helped the Hare drag him off the bed and out of the room. Trixie felt grateful again for Asumi’s help even if the need to stuff a sock in her mouth was still in her opinion a viable option.

Apart from the deafening level of the fire alarm the saloon was empty, half eaten food still hot left with cutlery laying strewn across the table and floor in the mad dash for the exit, half-drunk flagons of one alcoholic beverage or another stood where they had been slammed down as their drinkers left in a hurry, some of the tankards even laid on their sides there contents making pools or rivers from where the drink had spilled out.

“So boss what way we going you do have a plan yes yes? after a plan would be very useful right now so what’s the plan? You can tell me after all we are carrying your boyfriend so where are going?”

Asumi asked as she turned a simple question in to another mind-numbing barrage of words, the Hedgehog was a nice enough girl but had the uncanny ability drive even the most patient of saints crazy! Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Trixie replied with a firm clear response that she just hoped wouldn’t sound condescending.

“Yes Asumi, I do, now head towards the stairs and the kitchen entrance”

Manoeuvring down the stair case proved trickery than the Hare had anticipated, while they were just about able to carry the Human’s limp weight between them, navigating the steps as well was all most just too much. A number of times both Mobians all most dropped Ryan or narrowly avoided slipping down a number of steps at once, both Hedgehog and Hare managed to stumble to bottom pausing only to lay the Human down in order to catch their breath.

“We’d best…*pants* get a move on *pants* that fire alarm ploy *pants* won’t last for much longer!”

Asumi warned as her pants helped to slow her sentences; it almost took Trixie by surprise as she didn’t need to translate the rapid constant auto fire of words. The surprise didn’t last long as the meaning hit her quickly enough, time was running out and they had to be out of that saloon post haste or run the chance of that Gorilla returning to turn them both into furry pulps of bloody paste upon the floor. Feeling somewhat uneasy about such a prospect Trixie gave a grunt as she grasped a hold of Ryan’s ankles once more, she didn’t have to wait long for Asumi to slip her arms back under the Humans arms and lift on her end. With a silent smile to each other, both of the Mobian’s redoubled their attempts into carrying Ryan that bit more faster through the staff entrance.

Heading down the small corridor the two struggling female burst out into an empty kitchen as the sound of people returning through the saloon entrance could be heard, seconds later the three of them pushed through the kitchen fire exit and out of the building as they made they escape.

“Thank You Asumi!”

Trixie sighed offering up a few words of gratitude, easing Ryan’s feet down the Hare eased around to Asumi’s end before slipping her paws under the Human’s arms helped to drag the Human along the alleyway between the salon and the neighbouring store that led to the rear of the buildings and to safety.

To Be Continued…