Final part in chapter 2.

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Sorry for the wait.


Predators Of Mobius Chapter 2 Part 7

Catfight

Cream had never been much of a fan of the night time, the fear of the unknown always grounds for the timid girl to tremble, and she had rushed home as soon as the grey winter sky began to turn to a haze as the sun took its leave from its vantage point over the quaint and humble skyline of New Mobotropolis . Always the skittish one Cream had rushed home as soon as possible, but this late in the year the shadows seemed to chase her as they lengthen in rhythm with the sinking sun.
 
Cream making it home just as the warm glow of the streetlamps tried to vanquish the darkness from the low seasonal cloud cover, leaving it to cast off a white light that in many places flickered dampness in the air messed with the wiring through claggy mists creating an uneasy aura. No sooner had the rabbit opened the door had she felt something amiss, the feeling of a knot manifesting in her stomach like a gorilla’s fist, as the cramp-like sensation tingled when she didn’t have her warm mother greeting her on the porch with her normal homemade brownies or cookies.
 
Passing the precipice of the door, Cream took a few steps into the dark corridor, the girl flinching at the abrupt clang the front door made as it swang to on its desperately in need of greasing hinges. She could feel her heart increasing in its tempo, her breathing following suit as Cream wandered into the living room, finding it deserted, a cold clinging to the air making the girl shiver. The sound of a rolling can causing her ears to perk as her eyes fell to the dull light coming from the kitchen, the Mobian slowly approaching fearing the worst, that perhaps her mother dearest had had an accident and was lying sprawled out like a beached whale on the uncaring kitchen floor.
 
“M…. Mom?” asked Cream tentatively, her head peeking into the kitchen as the clatter of jars filled the air as her mother rooted through the refrigerator with the tenacity of a shrew.  The fridge door leaning open casting an elongated corridor of yellow light across the tiled floor like a floodlight in the post twilight darkness, Vanilla’s silhouette dancing like an imp in the blinding light of the humming icebox. the scared Cream unable to see her mother in the black void and inferred her location using the wafting shadow as well as the fact she could hear a chorus of uncouth sounds like a caged animal.  The sounds causing gooseflesh to dance down Cream’s bare arms as they were like a rat chewing through wood, snaps and crisp crunches intermittently interrupted by aggressive swallows and the clattering of crumbs, all these ingestive instruments adding to the orchestra of what sounded like a half-starved feeding frenzy.
 
“Mo…Mom?” again asked Cream, her voice breaking slightly in uncomfortable dread. The noise disturbing the shadow, that went bolt upright as the shadow turned and a jittery hand came to a rest on top of the chrome bulkhead that was the vintage fridges door. Cream seeing this and like a baby bird, she again opened her mouth to mutter her mother’s name to get her attention, as the tension and trepidation were making her weak in the knees. The sound of a few cans and glass jars landing on the floor with dull clangs the only sound as her mother stood from her stoop and directed her attention away from her chilled larder.
 
“Mom…. EEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” started Cream softly, but it rapidly warped into a shriek, as her mother’s head popped up over the fridge door like a meerkat, her eyes crazed as if she had been gripped by a deep hysteria. The normally calm and caring iris warmed with a demented want like a feral dog starved of all its needs leaving it deprived and in need of nothing more than sustenance. The sight was enough to cause Cream to feel her heart headbutt her sternum as it tried to eject itself with the rocket boost of adrenaline that had hit it like a ton of bricks. Cream’s feet moving on their own, as she began to back up like a drunken forklift, the look of her mother staring right through her with none of the maternal warmth that normally sat in the hazel pools of compassion that were her normal eyes.  
 
A growl coming from her mothers’ gut as a slither of drool trickled down from Vanilla’s lip, the woman in some sort of trance and she was looking at Cream like she was a Christmas turkey. Turning to run Cream fell, landing hard on the kitchen tiles, the ebony and ivory slates her undoing, as she could mount not even her weak resistance from her prostrate position on the floor. The agent of her undoing a stray can from Vanilla’s gorging, which had served up a filling meal on a silver platter in the form of the fatty foodstuff that was the distraught young rabbit.
 
What happened next was like a force of nature, a wendigo like hunger as with open maw Vanilla descended upon her daughter, no restraint, no familiar recognition only the urge to feed and the lump of meat that had been her daughter would suffice as a dietary supplement.  Lips parted the trembling head of her daughter slotted into place and before she could utter a pleading meep she was coasting down the gullet to stew in the stomach like any other meal. Creams world becoming little more than a tight tunnel of peristaltic muscle, each swallow jolting her in another foot. Her skull hitting the stomach sphincter in an instant, shoulders thumping past moaning lips, torso, hips, calves, twitching feet and then with a wet belch she was little more than a twitching bulge writing in her mother’s already stuffed gut to marinate in her diet breaking kitchen raiding.
 
Panting, her hands coming to her bulbous belly, Cream’s hands pressing out as she struggled as a mewling mess, Vanilla didn’t have time to come down from her post-meal high. The doorbell ringing and carrying her daughter no different than when she had been pregnant with her a few years prior. Vanilla licking her lips as she savored her little ones after taste before she returned to her mother as a matured meal, Vanilla’s brain stuck-on food and she was unable to process the lively gut stuffing within her was her own offspring so virulent was the overwhelming urge to feed upon her base instincts.
 
Taking a swig of milk to wash down her active dinner, before dropping the drained bottle that began to leak the dregs, Vanilla made her way to the door on slow steps. The rabbit had a feeling that the person rasping on the door was one of her daughters’ little friends and what a bad mother she would be if she didn’t let her daughter have a sleepover.   Vanilla drifting to the door as the milk bottle landed with a clink, and a few sporadic drops as lingering residue leaked onto the floor as the homemaker got ready to accommodate a few short-term guests to her waistline.
 
Drip
 
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Drip
 
A single chalky dollop of crème falling from a pipette onto the petri dish so that Tail’s could analyse it.  his hands a little shaky, his lack of sleep getting to him, as he had been seated at his workshop for the better part of the day and he seemed to be well and truly stumped.  He had been holistically testing biometrics, his scans covering fluids, vitals, radiological mapping, every possible thing he could think of the establish the group psychosis that had overcome his female friends in a pandemic of hunger.
 
The fox leaving it for a moment to gestate before he gently placed in an analysis contraption of his own design to check for bio contagions with matching samples from his other patients to build a data set. The bulky device hummed to life, the sound of a centrifuge spinning as the white noise to soothe his mounting frustration with its monotonous hum.  Tails taking a moment to rub his temples, a slight headache caressing his brain with throbbing pulses, as he began to doubt his own abilities as so far nothing had popped up on scanners. His eyes watching the metrics, the piece of paper and pen making a dull flat line showing no indication of anything being amiss in the mammary leakage he was now testing as he scraped the bottom of the barrel when it came to bodily fluids, he could put through the testing ringer.  He gave a sigh and was about to call it quits for the night when suddenly the needle jumped, a slight tremor like a seismograph picking up a slight earthquake.
 
He paused holding his breath in case his bodily functions were tilting the table, but again the blip scraped over the white leaving a charcoal gash and Tails face lit up as he realized, he had a reading. His enthusiasm suddenly turning to dread as his eyes made heads and tails of the convoluted data readout a chart starting to form as the other samples gave the readings, making the instruments dance as they sketched a worrying Image.
 
“No that cannot be right?” mumbled Tails to himself as he came to terms of exactly what his device was detecting, and it made his heart skip a beat as it was more than a little serious. It was latent chaos energy, pervading the nourishing teat secretions like a cancer, but this was no normal background exposure like one would get from the radiation of holding a chaos emerald, no this was much worse.
 
There was a correlation, Nicole’s reading coming out way ahead of the other ladies tested, meaning it had to have some level of relation to their new cannibalistic tendencies, as the lynx had consumed the greatest quantity of unfortunate Mobians. Tail’s didn’t have enough time to process this though when a light came on in his peripheral and a short shrill siren began to blare as his Chaos emerald detector activated.
 
The reading it was sensing was clearly not a chaos emerald as he and sonic had located and contained them ages ago, but that meant something significantly worse as an unknown chaos signature created a dark spot on his monitor that loomed over the shadow like a foreboding specter of malevolent intent. The location of the heatsink of discordial energy’s unable to be accurately pinpointed as the buildings were creating artefacts making it impossible to track the progenitor of the leaking radiation as it seemed to be pervading the entire city with its corrupting influence. Taking a deep breath and bracing himself to stand as he placed his hands on his desk, Tails steeled himself and stood up, he had to talk to the girls as he was sure this new energy signature had something to do with their malaise.  
 
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A few moments later he had the basis for a rollcall assembling in his cluttered den, but he didn’t need a head count to work out a few of his guests were missing. Tail’s looking over his shoulder one more time, before placing his finger on the intercom and trying to rouse them from wherever they might be lurking.
 
“Mina, Bunnie, please come down to the garage this is urgent.” He said in a stern but commanding voice, as what he had uncovered was vital information that needed to be shared. Tails waiting a few moments then surprising the urge to call again as it would make this briefing sound direr than it was. He was about to go knock on their doors when Sally bobbed back in with a white look on her face that reeked of concern.
 
“They’re not in their rooms,” she said panting slightly as she had sprinted down the hall to inform Tails.
 
“That complicates things,” mumbled Tails, as he looked over his shoulder to see Fiona and Nicole milling about by the coffee machine, the pair projecting an icy energy towards each other, which Tails didn’t want to poke with a 9-foot pole.
 
“Are you sure?” asked Tails as he considered using the intercom again, but he knew for a fact Sally would have been thorough, so he now had a breach of containment to deal with, making a shiver of gooseflesh stickle his spine.
 
“Positive, they are not in the workshop, they must have sneaked out,” confirmed Sally, the look on her face telling, as both Nicole and Fiona put down their mugs and wandered over.
“That complicates things….” mulled Tails as he tapped a few keys and got up what he had intended to show the 5 girls, but even with only 3 present, he felt it pointing to share.
 
“It’s this chaos energy, I think it is the root cause of your affliction, but that also explains Bunnie and Mina’s disappearance as it could be a creeping madness,” said Tails popping up the graph showing the radiation levels present in each of the women.
 
“It is already altering brain hormones, and causing a minor chemical imbalance not unlike rabies, effecting the nerve centers of the brain related to hunger, I fear this might result in irrational behavior and worse yet the subjects turning feral if the energy levels continue to rise,” explained Tails trying very hard to not sound like a doom monger. In truth Tails had no idea what would happen if the concentration of chaos magic increased in their bodies, but such magic was prone to mutation and other undesirable quirks so flooding a nervous system with it could result in some massive cognitive degeneration, not unlike ergot poisoning and he felt it would be best to treat the entire situation with safety gloves.
 
“Is it treatable?” asked Fiona, as a bone in her gut popped, her concern causing her core muscles to tense shattering the weakened bone candy.
 
“I am not sure yet, but I know that if you remain here and are not eating people the levels of energy might dissipate on their own, so right now the best solution is to stabilize the magic pooling in your bodies.
 
“What about Mina and Bunnie, if they are on the streets they might keep feeding?” asked Sally posing the question that was looming in Tails mind like a specter.
 
“That is why I have to go and find them before in a delusional state they make their condition worse,” said Tails bravely as he knew he had to find them before they killed again.
 
“I am coming with you,” volunteered Sally, as she felt responsible for the missing pair as they had slipped out under her watch, so she felt culpable for the duo's disappearance.
 
“You cannot go Sally, you would be breaking quarantine to,” interjected Nicole before Tails could shut down Sally’s suggestion with the same response. Fiona made a noise of agreement, as they had already agreed to go to ground and remain isolated from the general population.
“Nicole is right, I want you girls to stay put, as every interaction increases the chance of you spreading this yet unidentified pathogen,” cemented Tails, shooting down the idea with simple logic.
 
“But what if they are hurt or delusional? They are clearly not thinking straight if they just wandered off, please Tails I have known them for years, if anyone can talk some sense into them I can,” pleaded Sally, her big eyes shining like stars with a begging look that leaked with maternal energy.
 
This was ground for Tails to pause, there was some sense in what sally was saying, and if Mina or Bunnie had gone savage reverting back to their base instincts the voice of their leader might be enough to yank them back into the cognitive world instead of being driven as little more than a wild animal. Rubbing his chin, Tails looked at Sally then over at Nicole and Fiona, the latter twos bellies still bloated with the remains of their unfortunate meals who were a mixture of bones and chyme at this point.
 
“You can come Sally, but try not to touch anyone,” he said, the response causing the chipmunk to grin as she knew she could be of help rounding up their wayward friends. Tails then paused for a second as he noticed something that needed rectifying and he took a few steps towards Sally to resolve the issue.
 
“One more thing,” he said as he came to a stop Infront of her and placed his hands on her paunchy midriff muffin that had been padded by the diet breaking that had taken place 3 days prior at mina’s concert. The warm feeling of her rolling belly causing Tails cock to twitch as he could only imagine the rolling depths that had ground the poor Mobians within to dust, before he grasped what was bothering him and gave a quick squeeze.
 
Sally had no clue what he was doing when the fox had caressed her exposed belly, but a sudden pop told her he had crushed an acid pitted skull, as he had noticed an incriminating bulge that would not hold up to scrutiny in public.  The bony protrusion folding inwards as the cranium of some sluiced sod turned to dust in an instant as it suffered catastrophic failure, the hiss of acid on calcium like pop rocks for a few seconds before Sally’s middle looked no more out of place besides the extra padding she had gained from her large lunch.
“Now we can go, Nicole, Fiona, stay put in case they come back. We will be back as soon as possible, then I can get to work synthesizing a cure,” spoke tails as he began to throw some assorted gadgets on his workbench into a backpack. Most of it was tat and pointless gubbins but he was not about to take any chances, and anything that might have some semblance of value was stowed in the scraggy sack.
 
With that done he and Sally stepped out into the night, scanner in hand, leaving the fox with one wish, in that Fiona and Nicole would play nice in his absence.
 
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Elsewhere, using the shadows of night to move covertly a much more pressing threat than a few misplaced girls was slowly making its way across country grumbling away in a most dissatisfied manner. In truth, it was her fault, but Hex’s narcissism would not allow her to become culpable for her overbearing gluttony.
 
 
The massive weight clinging to her midsection like a limpet was slowing her down too much for her liking. The witch being just shy of 100 miles from her destination if the milestones were any indication, the worn and weathered rocks clicking away as she dragged her way ever closer to her goal. If she were stronger, she could have just clicked her fingers and been whisked there in a storm of magic, alas she was still weak and decrepit from eons stuck in the howl of cosmic winds. A reminder of the lengths she would go to regain her power abruptly pressing up between her voluptuous breasts forming a third spherical form, that unlike her massive mammaries was adorned with a mewing face.
 
“Mia…. Sister ple…. Please,” Groaned the face, the voice low and defeated, albeit it somehow still clinging to the hope that the one possessing her sister and wearing her like a glove would be merciful.
 
“Let… me.. g…..” Hex had no time to listen to this mewling female, instead placing a finger on her cringing head and with a light bit of pressure forcing her back into the flotsam of digested mulch. The spasticated wriggling quaking Hex’s gut telling her a few more of her meals still clang to life and were floating on top of the simmering meat that was their faster to digest compatriots like a raft slowly sinking on an acid sea.
 
The individual who must have been one of her hosts delicious sisters, didn’t sink back down past the sternum though, and instead tried to force her way up the throat, the acid a hell of a motivator for the exhausted feline. It did nothing as all Hex did was press her breasts together and smoosh the fatty extensions of her femininity across the poor lass’s head. in an instant the girl was being smothered, her body bucking as she could no longer draw the stagnant air of the stomach into her aching lungs, the last breaths of the fallen unable to grace the spasming airbags as she could do naught but thrash like a drowning duck.
 
“Relax it will be over soon, then I can add you to my hips, I know it’s an honor, but you have to be patient,” soothed Hex, a cruel smile on her face as she relished the pathetic death spasms of this weaker female. If the situation had been different, she would have toyed for days with this one, her meeping making the witch moist as she so effortlessly dominated the weaker woman. No doubt parts of her were already slopping off as the acid at her tender meat from her bones in a caustic wash of sizzling cells, making her fight all the harder as her nerves sang in anguish.
 
Then a shiver ran up Hex’s back, her newfound fur bristling as the gooseflesh caressed her supple skin. The disturbance buying the poor cat in her stomach a reprieve as she fell into the mulch panting in an almost rag doll fashion to float on the sea of morbid gristle. That one was going to have to wait her turn to be reduced to chyme and relegated as posterior padding, so she was probably not grateful her mercy killing was denied. Ignoring the sporadic kicks Hex rolled her hand as if she was stirring tea, as she conjured up a cloud of haze tinted with a purple glow, that gradually parted to show a silver surface, and what she saw shocked her.
 
The smells were what hit Hex first, the fear, the confusion, the betrayal it was not unlike the scents of souls in her own growling gut. The issue became abundantly clear as the image settled and she saw the perpetrator of such an act of evil, the buxom and mature rabbit rocking a gut that must have held half a dozen feminine forms bunched up together like shaking grapes. The tan bunny hiding in the shadows, her hand cupping a feel on a particular bulge that looked lagomorphic in shape, and then Hex realized that that crying lump had to be the motherly rodent’s daughter.
 
This revelation did nothing to ease the slight flash of panic that overtook Hex’s calculating mind when she realized her curse had sent waves further then she could have anticipated. The spell was supposed to be isolated, but evidently it had spread to 2 or possibly more people as this stuffed rabbit had clearly come down with a case that far exceeded standard munchies as she held twice her body weight in squirming women flesh in a jiggling sphere on her middle. This had created a situation that could not stand, and quickening her haste, Hex pushed her portly frame all the quicker as she had to get to the city before this got out to of hand. The enchantress would not end her days padding the tits of some pumped up bimbo, and the only solution to such things would be to convert the anomalies into thigh fillets.
 
She just hoped she was not already too late….
 
 
 
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Vanilla felt a pang of guilt, she had eaten her daughter and her friends, the true scope of her deed not quite registering over the gurgling of her gut that was currently packed to bursting with limber young meat. The mountain that had formed on her midriff that rippled with curvaceous shapes of her squirming quarry not seeming to slow the rabbit down in the slightest, even though it contained nearly twice the milfs weight in very active meat.  
 
Under normal circumstances such a gorging would result in her curling up in bed to sleep off her feast in snug security, but the nature of what Vanilla had done was and a part of her overcame the instinct to feed driving her to get help. The Mobian somehow squeezing her gargantuan gut through her front door, that in some parody of normality she securely locked more out of habit than anything else. The former mother checking twice before maneuvering her spherical belly off the patio as she stumbled forward and into the cold night air. It was almost as if she was drunk, mind not coherent, but running on instinct the no longer domestic housewife reverted to her base instincts and ploughed forward as she braved the dark as she was inexplicably drawn forward.
 
 With her stomach making sounds of a digestive symphony, Vanilla was hyper-aware of her writhing belly, as the girls within were forced into submissive poses to wait their turn in the acid pooling in the stomach bottom. A few had already stopped wriggling, but most were thrashing about like disgruntled fetuses, reminding the soon to be former mother how her daughter turned meal had acted in the late stages of pregnancy.
 
Because of the morbid nature of her strained stomach, Vanilla took the back ginnels and alleyways to avoid the attention of anyone who might be out enjoying a night-time jog or some other activity that took place on the more beaten main roads of this fair city. Vanilla making her way towards Tail’s workshop, as for some subconscious reason the rabbit believed that he would have a solution for these over whelming urges. The thoughts not coherent and somewhat unfounded, but even in her hazy state Vanilla had the sense to not go to the hospital, as this was way beyond the help of the ER room.
 
Ducking in and out of thresholds and gate ways, Vanilla made slow progress, her stomach sloshing and squelching away with gurgling grumbles as she geared up to reduce the Mobians in her belly to slush.  She was growing tiered, the urge to hibernate so her body could focus all its efforts in processing her calorie-rich dinner high, a few yawns interrupting the silence. The exhaustion making her sloppy, and turning a corner without checking in her haste, her tummy made first contact with an equally bulbous abdomen, causing an effeminate yet dignified grunt and the sounds of protest of a ballast tank shuddering.
 
The impact enough to take Vanilla off her feet and she flailed before falling backwards and landing on her padded posterior. Looking up with a look of horror on her face, the rabbit was greeted by the stoic and stern face of Rosemary Prower, Tails’ mother, who was brandishing her rounded stomach as if she was with child. The fox not even fazed other than looking down at this as of yet unidentified bumbling commoner with her normal stoic facade, as she stroked one of her more lively occupants as they slowly sluiced to soup, hoping to ease digestion.
 
“Rose…” started Vanilla somewhat relieved to see someone who was afflicted with the same bizarre condition. Her friend clearly in distress as the elderly rabbit recognized her poker face but knew the vixen’s political pride would be too great for her to flatly admit she was in trouble.
 
“I take it you are also going to see my son Vanilla?” asked the aristocrat, in a calm manner,  her body language relaxing slightly as she looked down at a familiar face, causing her belly to slosh with the pulp that was some of their more liquid passengers.  A head within giving little more than a pathetic whimper as they resigned themselves to being painted in stewing Mobian meat and capitulated to the overbearing gut and sank back into the swirling storm of the rumbling stomach. 
 
Vanilla said nothing, just looking up in shock at the casual charade of a confident predator her friend was projecting, as it was sufficient for a chill to run up her spine, as for a moment she believed it was not an act. The maternal vixen doing her best to keep up appearances as even now the alien sensation within her gut was doing its darnedest to tilt her normally balanced and couth mind.  Seeing her friend struggling, Rosemary popped a smile, to help melt the ice, but she wanted to make good haste to her son’s compound where it would be safer to have more banal gossip.
 
“Y…Ye….yes, for some reason I feel compelled to” Vanilla finally spat out as the smile loosened her vocal cords allowing her to speak.  Rosemary having enough wit from playing the political circles to infer that the rodent was being goaded towards her sons’ workshop, be it a conscious choice or some deeper drive. And she just needed Vanilla to confirm it, which was harder as the rabbit was usually quite open about her doings.
 
“hmm interesting….., well come along and let’s get this sorted” was all Rosemary said as if mulling something giving Vanilla enough time to get to her feet, a hand coming down to help the rabbit with this task. No sooner was she back on two legs did Rosemary give a little wave indicating it was time to leave and the bloated duo set off briskly into the night, the pair silent baring the sounds of their over worked gastrointestinal tracts brewing a storm as to not arise suspicions. The two almost in a trance as like moths to a flame the well-fed females were brought to the lamp that was Tails workshop.
 
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In Tails’ workshop, another storm entirely was brewing, that started as an ice age of awkward glances and soon turned into a blizzard of animosity as Fiona and Nicole let the mounting sexual tension in the room erupt as they aggressively slurped on their coffee. It started small a few coughs, no real words just noises and the occasional growl of well-processed meat in Nicole’s draining stomach.  The fuse slowly burning down in Fiona’s patience, as each tick of Tails wall clock seemed to grind her gears, until finally, the tension was too great and with a slight snarled Fiona opened her mouth to address her irritation.
 
“What is your problem!?” finally snapped Fiona, as she placed her mug down a bit too assertively, causing some black beverage to spill onto the worn countertop.
 
“Nothing, you’re the one yelling,” replied Nicole snarkily, as she was in no mood to deal with the fox’s bullshit right now. The red-furred bitch had been giving her the eyes all evening and she had a good idea why, as she had heard someone watching as she had polished her beloveds shaft, and this little outburst gave her a good idea who the voyeur was.
 
“O’! so it was just an accident that you happened to swoop in and steal Tails from me,” hissed Fiona, her eyes narrowing as if she might cry in anger, clearly perceiving the coitus that she had witnessed as some grievous transgression, which in her mind it was.
 
“I didn’t steal him, I just expressed my feelings and he reciprocated them,” stated Nicole coldly, as she had willingly given herself to the yellow fox, so if anything he had stolen her, but in a way the lynx knew such nuance was above Fiona’s emotional state at this present time. 
 
“But…. But I had those feeling first!” snapped Fiona more like a child then the voluptuous woman she was. The look of shock and anger on her face causing Nicole to change her stance as the lupine was delusional just as her master had warned, and in a way, Nicole liked that, as it was just the excuse she needed to add this slut as additional padding on her buxom body.
 
“Then you should have said!” bit back Nicole, bluntly as she knew stopped looking at her friend and was now looking at little more than another threat to be neutralized, in the fleeting possibility that she might steal her twin-tailed lover.
 
“Least I don’t cheat, by breaking quarantine to stuff my greedy gob!!!” redirected Fiona, as she refused to accept accountability for her inaction and instead made it personal. That was the last straw, before that Nicole might have considered restraining her out of line friend, but now she was little more than a speedbump in the form of a neat bundle of calories to buff out Nicole’s already well-endowed frame.
 
“If you want Tails so much, you can see him every night, on my ass!!” screamed back Nicole as her normally calculated mind reduced to little more than a petty screech, as she lunged at her opponent like a wild animal. If it was not for her sloshing cum and meat-filled gut, Fiona would be little more than a struggling bulge and a satisfied burp but weighed down with her extra baggage the less pudgy fox had a few valuable seconds to dodge the grasping hands and the salivating maw. The look of startled fear at the sight of Nicole’s crazy eyes passing in an instant, as Fiona ducked out the way in a darting dodge.
 
Landing hard, a larger bone that had somehow survived in Fiona’s stomach popping as the belly flop shattered it with a crackling explosion from the pressure of the sudden stop.  The sound had not even stopped echoing off the vixen’s body cavity before Fiona was back on her feet and tackled Nicole bringing the pair to the ground. The force of the strike causing Nicole to let out a thunderous belch, the tart taste of her lover’s baby batter returning to her tongue, as the lynx wrestled with her rival as they rolled around on the floor in a flailing frenzy.  Unbeknownst to both parties, the souls of their victims contained in their buffed assets were shook like goldfish in a baggie, as their vessels had a vicious cat fight as they rolled about trying to overpower and ingest their sexual rival.  The pair slapping against each other in a jiggling furball of plump flesh, as their sparing bodies rolled across the floor neither party seeming to gain the edge, they needed to end the encounter with a burp.
 
In normal circumstances, Nicole’s strength would have allowed her to overpower her nimbler opponent but with her belly sloshing with Mobian stew and man sauce the lynx was clumsy, this inability to secure her prey making the cat all the more irritated. The two shooting insults back and forth as they dueled, most simple curse words and threats of ingestion as any dialogue broke down into little more than animistic sounds of primal rage, before Nicole hissed something that hit Fiona square in the gut.
 
“Why am I not surprised you would betray me for a boy!” cursed Nicole, the words causing the foxes heart to skip a beat as her mistakes were brought back to the light like a surfacing sperm whale.  Tears started to pool in Fiona’s eyes, as Nicole’s jab had struck deep, and it seemed to twist giving the feline the opening she needed to end the fight. Grabbing Fiona, Nicole lunged forward mouth agape, ready to begin the long swallow, as the rustic beauty went wide-eyed as she was naught but a deer in the head lights.
 
 This passed in an instant as the sudden sensation of warm wet warmth sliding up her svelte muzzle startling the vixen, snapping her out of her self-loathing before a quick swallow sealed her fate as future breast fat.  The damp sensation causing her to buck, her foot finding purchase upon Nicole’s goliath gut, and with a slurping suck Fiona pulled away scrambling backwards to avoid her future fate as chyme.  The fight gone from her as her life flashing before her eyes was enough to remove any appetite for moggy meat was lost with the urge to flee, instead of going for the kill on the coughing Nicole, who was given enough time to get a second wind in the panic.
 
Wheezing Nicole heaved herself to her feet, her hunger also abated by the feeling of indigestion that the stirring strike has sequestered in her stuffed stomach. Even so, the lynx knew this had to end and her hand darted out and cusped a choking grasp upon Fiona’s throat, a nervous gulp running down Nicole’s palm as the vulpine knew she was fucked. A moment later Fiona was slammed into the wall, the jolt knocking the clock off the wall with a clatter as Nicole effectively ended the fight with a single blow.
 
“You’re not worth the time it would take to add you to my hips,” declared Nicole between a cough as her chest heaved as she reigned back in the situation from the impromptu madness that had just unfurled. Fiona just looking at her not sure if it was a bluff as she ineffectually squirmed in the more powerful preds grasp.
 
“But if you ever harm Tails I will relish burping up your last breath,” stated Nicole in a frigid ultimatum, her hand tensing on the last words as if she was considering just wringing Fiona’s neck and saving herself some hassle. With her threat realized Nicole just dropped Fiona like she was trash, and walked away, she had better places to be, and her master’s side was one of them. The door to the workshop closing behind the lynx’s short tail, leaving Fiona on the floor, where she just curled up into a fetal ball and began to sob.
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Mina knew she should not have snuck out, but she had to see her mother, as this whole voracious affair made her long for the warm embrace of her mother’s caring bosom. That emotional response causing her to take flight but now that her blood had cooled as she slinked through the back alleys, she began to consider it might have been a mistake.   Even now she felt vulnerable, as though her belly had greatly diminished, leaving nothing but a muffin top and enlarged breasts to indicate the unfortunate females who had been sluiced to chyme within, the guilt of her actions held heavy in her mind making this snuck through the city streets in a rambling route home.
 
She felt guilty about sneaking out under Tails, and in doing so breaking quarantine, but Mina felt she had to do this, for her own emotional wellbeing. The emotional duress causing her gut to grind, further pulverizing the few hardy bones that still sat as acid pitted marble in her stressed stomach. Her conflicted feelings making her dull to her surroundings as periodically the clatter of a can or bottle she involuntarily kicked startled her back to awareness like a drowsy driver clipping the hard shoulder.
 
Mina’s meandering through the back alleys making her shiver, as the shadows of the buildings cast long fingers and it did little to help her deteriorating mental state and it made her quicken her pace in an attempt to ward off the creeping goosebumps that were now peppering her exposed arms.  Her pace relatively good albeit it clumsy, as she now regretted not bringing a torch, the orange hue of streetlamps not up to snuff when it came to illuminating these grimy ginnels. Eyes forward, Mina just continued as the mongoose scurried through the winding nocturnal labyrinth until a sound caused her to freeze in place like an alarmed box crab.
 
“Mina?!” called a voice that sounded like it was intentionally trying to be deeper, a slight tick to it as if a pack of cigarettes had recently tickled some unprepared lungs adding to the distinctiveness of the speaker.  A few footsteps following up the heralding, their pace brisk but purposefully slowed as if to maintain an aura of cool, the audio cues giving Mina a good idea who had spotted her, and it made her cringe at the awkward interaction she knew she was about to endure.
 
“Mina, sneaking out after curfew, I didn’t know you were trying to impress me….,” confirmed the voice as it got closer, the gritty voice that of Mina’s not very supportive boyfriend. The words low and almost a grumble as if trying to be as angsty as possible like a youth who had begun binging grunge music.
 
“O’… Hi Ash,” said Mina, trying to act cool, as she prayed to some higher power there was no incriminating lump in her midsection to make this unwanted interaction all the more awkward. It was true she had feelings for the mongoose, but she was not in the mood to deal with him right now with all this emotional distress brewing inside her in the perfect storm of clusterfuck. Ash not saying anything as he slotted behind Mina, so his hot breath tickled the back of her neck leaving a lingering stench of nicotine and a little dollop of cheap cider.
 
“You're looking good tonight girl,” said Ash in a way that tried to be sensual, but came off as a creeper, as he whispered the words into Mina’s ear calling it the flutter as the gust of stagnant wind. The lack of inhibition making Mina immediately on edge, as she knew where this was going, she just wasn’t expecting a sudden hand to grope a feel of her right breast from behind and give it a cheeky squeeze causing some milk to create a damp patch on Mina’s colorful shirt.
 
“Ash no!!” yelped Mina, as she went ridged and tried to pull away, but he held her there as she was simply stronger than the smaller lass.
 
“Why not?” he asked almost like a spoiled child who had just had someone say “no” to them for the first time.
 
“Because I have told you, I promised my mother I would wait until after marriage,” explained Mina for what felt like the thousandth time, as Ash had been persistent in his grouper like needs to bully sex out of her, though for now she had held resolute in her rejections of going anywhere past some simple snogging.  In truth, it was also a bit of a cover for Mina’s crippling inexperience in hedonistic pursuits, but she had made a promise and in some naive way she maintained to keep it.
 
“Don’t play coy Mina, I can see you have buffed your bod for me,” Ash continued not slowing his advance at all, as he was hell-bent of popping this walking pussy and claiming her virginity after all these years in a messy splatter of sexually frustration.
 
“Ash I said no!” repeated Mina trying to push away, but his steel-like grip remained on her shoulders and his hand began to polish her breast like he was groping a succulent orange.
 
“You know you to want to, why else would you be such a tease,” whispered Ash in what was clearly an attempt at dirty talk but all it did was making Mina want to throw up a little in her mouth. A slight pinch too much for the woman and she struck out more on reflex than anything else, and her hand found contact upon Ash’s smug mug. The impact taking him aback, not from the force of it, but more the fact she had mustered the audacity to strike him, even if it was a weak attempt brought on by self-preservation instinct.
“You bitch!!!!” he snapped as he went off like a short fuzz, unleashing a virulent tirade as he let out all his repressed feeling in a flurry of hate, the alcohol making his lips all the looser so no bars were held in this malicious outburst.
 
“After all I have done for you, you would be nothing without me, your career would have never gone anywhere without my influence,” snapped Ash, the anger in his eyes scaring Mina as she pulled away, as she now saw exactly what her supposed friend saw her as. She was property, his lusty looks telling her that he cared very little than using her as a cock sleeve, and this being denied had pent him up into a ball of hormonal aggression. This reached a peak as he grabbed Mina by the throat as he moved to take action and simply claim his wants with or without her permission, as Mina felt her heart seize in fright as she knew he was about to rape her. His other hand tearing at her shirt as he tried to strip his slut in a way that he could easily take her, not even talking now as he attempted to force himself upon his so-called friend in a feral frenzy. Tears welling in Mina’s eyes as she was unable to resist, she just wasn’t strong enough, she was going to be violated, he was going to….
 
“What the hell are you doing!!! Leave her alone!” came a familiar voice, causing Mina to open her eyes to see her true friends rushing to her side, Tail closing the gap as Sally followed up on his six.
 
“Just taking what I deserve, so mind your business runt!” yelled back Ash as he continued to try and strip Mina so he could have his way with her.  Tails didn’t ask twice as seeing his friend in distress he just acted, his fist bunched up and he brought it down straight into Ash’s perverted face with a meaty crunch. A grunt of pain ringing out as Tails hit way harder than he meant to, and Ash pulled away blood oozing from his nose which was bent at a crooked angle clearly broken.
 
“You will pay for that dweeb!!” snarled Ash as he discarded Mina like a used cum sock and turned to fight this weedy fool who had decided to stop his fun. Ash tensing up as he prepared to beat the shit out of this interloper, a confident smirk on his face as he towered a good head over the more diminutive fox.  Not even thinking Ash lunged forward ready to deck this out of line fool, but in his inebriated state he was enamored with an undue sense of confidence.
 
This confidence was not unfounded as 9/10 times size is the deciding factor for who wins a fight, as in general the bigger man usually overpowers his weaker opponent. In this case that old wisdom would not hold true, as Tails was prepared, and with training in hand to hand combat by more than a few of his friends he was more than a match for the larger and clumsy with drink Ash.  Tail’s side stepping the first punch, the power behind it almost putting Ash on his ass on its own, before he steadied himself and looked ready to throttle the fox for not having the decency to let his superior beat him.
 
His second swing not even getting close, as with a single hit Tails brought down the thug.  Tail’s going for his nards instead of chancing a throat punch that might accidentally kill this dreg, but the result was the same and Ash curled up in a whimpering ball clutching his tender areas in a shuddering heap of sucking breaths.  The fight effectively ending as the pathetic mess that was Ash just writhed on the ground cursing out Tails with ineffectual haggard breaths that were swiftly ignored as the fox had a more pressing concern.
 
 
“Mina are yo…” started Tails, before Mina lunged forwards for a comforting hug and latched onto his chest sobbing, causing tails to ruffle her hair and mumble something that would sooth her as she was clearly distraught. Sally stepping over the battered Ash a moment later and joining the hug with her honey-like sympathy, that could be summed up as “Everything was going to be all right”.
 
Distracted by comforting their friend, none of them saw Ash rise up from the ground using a dumpster as a crutch and retrieve something from his belt. A small handgun, snub-nosed for concealment which with a shaky hand he pointed directly at Tails head, as Ash was hell-bent about painting the wall red with the blood of the bastard who had humiliated him seemingly so easily.  
 
“Time to die you...” started Ash as he was about to say something rather edgy, the click of the safety and his mumbling causing Tail’s to turn just in time to see a shadow fall over Ash.
 
SNAP!!!!!!!!!!
 
It happened in an instant, Ash suddenly having a look of shock as two hands seized his head and he had the cranium suddenly twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees backwards shattering his vertebrae. The motion not that different than one opening a stiff jam jar, leaving Ash just a moment to see his killer before he collapsed like a pile of leaves in a gurgling mound giving off a sickening wet death rattle.
 
Nicole stepping over his broken body not breaking a sweat and retrieving the now discarded gun, Ash’s fingers twitching as if in his last moments he was trying to reach for I to kill this cunt who had murdered him as if she was swatting an annoying gnat. The lynx removing the magazine and cycling the bullet in the chamber causing it to fall and with the twinkling clink of brass on concrete eject the remaining bullet.
 
“I think it’s time to go,” said Nicole in the most nonchalant way possible as if she felt nothing about just ending another person’s life.  Her tone was completely remorseless as she just looked over at her friends as if nothing of note had just occurred. A far cry from the shocked looks on Tails and Sally’s faces, which were pale and aghast with the barbarism they just witnessed. Mina on the other hand renewed her bawling as she went into full-blown hysterics upon seeing someone murdered in cold blood without any hint at regret.
 
Nicole not saying a word as she walked over to Mina who was mewling as if to comfort her, but instead the lynx just placed a hand on her and with a zap stunned her like a cow ready for slaughter. Mina passing out immediately and her cries stifled out as she lost consciousness and went slack, only not falling to the ground as Tails grabbed her collapsing form.
 
“Why did you do that?!” snapped Sally, angry and confused at Nicole’s almost terminator like actions, tails to busy checking Mina’s pulse to muster any comment. The fox in shock at how uncaring and machine-like Nicole had just handled both situations, and in truth it scared him, as the real question was how much further the feline would fall, as her priorities had clearly shifted away from empathy and were now sitting firmly in mechanical efficiency. 
 
“She was making too much noise,” shrugged Nicole, as in her mind Mina’s sobbing was sure to attract attention and that was the last thing they would want seeing as there was a fresh corpse in this alley with them. The killing of that degenerate had simply been self-defense but even so, it would be easier to explain that her vaguely Mobian shaped stomach.  Even so, a slight tinge of guilt still lingered in Nicole’s mind upon seeing tails reaction to her saving his life. It was solely to do with feeling ashamed of not pleasing her admin though, and little to do with such folly as the sanctity of life, as in truth all other Mobians could end their days as fat on her frame for all Nicole cared. She just wanted Tails to be happy and safe, and for a second the way he looked at her made her question the cult of personality she was forging around the short stud but shaking it off she justified her actions as to not linger with her thoughts.
 
 
“It’s for the best, she would get us caught,” replied Nicole as she grabbed Mina and slung her over her padded shoulder eager to get back to Tail’s workshop ASAP. Sally looking at her as if to say something and then shaking her head as it could wait until they were safe and secure as the chipmunk knew it would start a scene. Tail following suit as he could tell the corruption was starting to get to his feline friend and as such, he would not want her to have an episode in public as people may be hurt. So reluctantly the trio set off back to base at a brisk pace, a growing tension forming between then.
 
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No sooner had the door shut to Tails workshop, and Mina was placed gently on a fold-out bed did this come to a head. Fiona was not even caught up to speed when Sally fired a broad side right into Nicole as she was miffed at the callus and downright reckless actions that the lynx had partaken in.
 
“Nicole what the heck was that, you just killed him!” snapped Sally having dwelt on this for a good five minutes and was very much eager to address the white elephant in the room.
 
“He was going to kill Tails, I simply removed that variable,” replied Nicole, no emotion in her voice as she felt herself 100% justified in her actions. Fiona walking in at just the wrong time, her eyes red from crying, and both Girls immediately snapped to her as if she might add something to the verbal barrage they were about to unleash. The red fox looking at both of them, and just ignored them, as she was not in the mood for another cat fight, and instead seeing one of her friends laid out like a casualty decided she would be of more use tending to Mina then fighting her so-called friends. Tails was grateful for the help as he was preoccupied hooking up a biometric device that he needed 3 hands to operate as he wanted to be sure Nicole’s stun had caused no lasting damage.
 
“And zapping Mina,” shot back Sally, gesturing to the out cold mongoose to cement her point, a sigh from Tails, letting her know that Mina was going to be okay.
 
“She was making too much noise, it would have been too difficult to bring her home if she was not pacified, it was for the best,” again answered Nicole without a hint of self-awareness that she was playing a very dangerous game with people lives.
 
“How do you know?” pleaded Sally, as she could see she was losing her friend to the corrupting curse of this chaos energy.
 
"How do you not know this is for the best!!!!" yelled back Nicole, as being questioned seemed to tap a nerve that in her increasingly unstable psyche was enough to make her lash out like an injured dog.
 
“How would you know anything!!” screamed Nicole as she cut off any answer Sally might have as the cat unleashed a tirade upon the startled rodent.
 
“You think things are all sunshine and rainbows, I have seen this city, they will never accept me, the mocked me, ridiculed me, make me a freak, a pariah, nothing but something to be laughed at and abused, I hate them, your no different, I thought you were, but I was wrong!!!” exploded Nicole as she vented her long-standing frustrations and her belief that her friends were betraying her just like everyone else. Tears were running down the lynx face like a lost child, and Sally was just unable to react, putting a handout as to offer a hug, but Nicole recoiled and ran off like a bullied schoolgirl looking for a reprieve in the toilets.
 
Tails seeing this, and just thinking things had gone horribly wrong, and in a way, he felt responsible, he had relished in the death spasms, the suffering of the people Nicole had devoured. He had been aroused by it, he had enabled it, he was just as responsible for what his friend was becoming as she was, if not more so as some of it was clearly being done to please him in some form of perverted logic. The sadistic satisfaction hitting him in the cockles and looking at his mongoose friend it did very little to calm his nerves. At least he could take some respite in the fact Mina had stabilized, but even so, that was his fault as she would never have been zapped if Nicole was not losing his humanity.
 
The sound of his doorbell was the only thing that pulled Tails out of his pity spiral, as he sat there sort of zoned out checking the Bioscan, Sally sitting on the side of Mina’s bed looking thoroughly miserable, having joined them after taking a few moments to cool down. Leaving his friends he walked over to the hangar door as the melody cycled over on repeat, Tails considering going for a walk after this to clear his mind. Reaching the entrance, Tails peaked through the crack in the door and was met with a familiar albeit much more hefty sight. The visitor enough to cause his mouth to drop, and for a moment detracted from his inherent self-loathing.
 
 
“MOTHER!?”
 
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