Hamtaro Fan Fiction ❯ Primal Urges ❯ The Final Solution ( Chapter 6 )

Author’s Note: This one’s short but sweet. However, I have a gnawing feeling it may have broken the PG-13 barrier. Be sure to let me know, k?

And after this….The Epilogue! (Da-da-DUM!)

Chapter 6

“Hoo…hee…hoo…hee…”

For once in his life, the athletic, tiger-striped, self-proclaimed smoothie of the hamster-dom was reaching the peak of his endurance. His legs barely kept balance as he pushed himself to keep pace with the stampeding Death Incarnate that possessed his sister.

“Sandy…stop…I…can’t breathe!” Stan wheezed, as his footing began to falter.

“Stop? We can’t stop! If we don’t stop Bijou, Maxwell’s gonna be violated!” Sandy said angrily, “WE’RE NOT STOPPING!”

The demonic outburst nearly caused the male twin to undergo a heart attack. Fortunately, the hamster settled for instantly shutting his piehole, with the exception of his inevitable wheezing.

Oh man, I can’t feel my legs! Stan thought, as he clamped his teeth tightly to distract his mind from the pain.

And thus, the twins ran, ran, ran, ran, ran for much of the pursuit. When Stan started to collapse on frequent occasion, Sandy opted to drag the poor sap across the underground soil like a sack of potatoes (a piggy-back ride would’ve been awkward, considering their body structure as well as its similarity to…”other activities.” wink, wink) Thus, Stan’s fur coat gradually achieved an amount of dirt that would rival the interior of a septic tank. It was not until they heard a faint voice in the distance that Stan was finally freed from this torture, for Sandy had immediately loosened the grip on her brother as she dashed towards her unsuspecting prey.

I’d recognize that cutesy voice anywhere! Sandy thought, She’s going down!

The predator rushed closer to the voice, its volume growing stronger as she got nearer, yet its words faint like a sorrowful spirit. Sandy figured these were sweet nothings, a reasoning that fueled her fury.

Just ahead of that turn…then she’s mine!

Alas, had Sandy taken the time to listen to that voice, she might’ve noticed that no actual words were being uttered at all. Instead, it was the universal language of sobbing, spoken very fluently by the snow-white hottie, Bijou, as she sat against the earthly wall with waterfalls of salty tears flowing down her furry cheeks. Thus, when Sandy had burst into view and saw the dismal state of the French hamster, the vengeance was extinguished by guilt like a wooden match beneath Niagara Falls.

Sandy froze like a teenager at a strip club seeing Mom and Dad perform for the masses. Whoa! What happened to her?

Bijou, sensing Sandy’s presence, looked up to her, wiping the moistened eyes. “Oh, Sandy, I am so sorry!” she wailed, before she literally jumped towards Sandy for a consoling hug. The tiger-striped female was too bewildered to reject this request for comfort.

“It was horrible, Sandy! I had caught up with your boyham –I am so sorry!- and I tried to seduce him –I am so sorry!- but when I tried to embrace him – so sorry, so sorry!- he pushed me to the ground and ran away from me! It was then I realized the horrible thing I was doing! I was trying to take something that didn’t belong to me! I feel so horrible! So HORRIBLE!”

Bijou proceeded to bawl out her heart and soul, drenching Sandy with salty tears.

“How could I lose control like that!?” Bijou sobbed. “Why must the miracle of love escape me where I go?! Why can’t I find anyone that can truly make me HAPPY!? WAAAAH!”

Geez and I thought she was upset when Hamtaro didn’t recognize her ribbons.

Sandy held Bijou close, letting the French hamster pour out her despair.

Gosh darn it, Maxwell’s gone too far! Why on earth is he, like, so scared of mating? We’ve been courting for so long we’re practically mates already! Ten minutes with just him and me in a private place and none of this would’ve happened! But nooooo…instead he, like, hides everything! And he expects that thing to swell down while the love of his life is around? As IF!

It’s about time I showed him the ropes…

 “It’s ok, Bijou. I won’t hold it against ya.” Sandy said to the French hamster.

“You won’t?” Bijou asked, as she sniffled.

“I think ANY female would feel aroused by what Maxwell did. Besides, you never did it before. It must’ve been a rush for you!”

“Yes…it was…but why did he do that with me?”

“He’s kept his instincts down for far too long. The ‘Spin-the-bottle’ game kinda blew a fuse in him. I’m sure he’s really sorry about it.”

“Oh, Sandy, you are so lucky. You have a mature, loving boyfriend you call your own. If only Hamtaro was as mature!”

“I’m sure he’ll get interested sooner or later. But have you, like, looked around lately? I know someone who’d give it all to please you.”

“You mean-.”

“Yeah. Why don’t you ask?”

“But…he’s so shy…”

“Just give him a chance. What’s the worst that can happen?”

In a largely convenient way to change the action and get the show on the road, a rough, masculine voice called out from behind the girls. “Sandy! Where are you? Your brother’s in sorry shape!”

“Oh, no! I forgot all about Stan!” Sandy exclaimed.

The two hamster girls ran back to the point where Stan’s half-dead body had plopped to the ground. They found Boss, the field hamster, standing over the moaning carcass that laid on its back in agony.

“What on earth happened to him?” Boss said, not moving his gaze from Stan, “He looked like he was dragged for a mile in the dirt!”

“Well, it was something like that,” Sandy said sheepishly, wishing she had not been possessed by demonic spirits.

“He’s gonna need some –BIJOU!”

Boss, glancing up as he talked, literally froze upon the realization that the French hottie was in his immediate presence.

“B-Bijou…are….you ok?” He asked nervously.

“I am ok, Boss. Thanks for your concern. Things are better now. Maxwell’s very sorry and he’ll never do it again,” Bijou answered, “Now, how about we head back to the clubhouse? I want a place to rest. Maybe you can keep me company?”

Boss could now be easily mistaken for a wax statue. “I….I….I…”

“You guys go ahead,” Sandy said, “I think I’m going to go ‘home’ now. Could you take Stan with you? He looks like a zombie.”

Stan groaned with approval. “Must…eat…seeds…”

Boss, unable to speak legibly, forced himself into silence. He picked up Stan by the forepaws, using his superior size to easily carry the pet rodent on his back. Without word he started on the trek back to the clubhouse, Bijou sticking close by.

“Now, to take care of Maxwell,” Sandy said to herself, as she dashed in the opposite direction towards her own abode.

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Back in his cage, the hysterical hamster intellectual had literally shut himself away from the rest of the known world. The sole entryway to his little bed in the miniature “house” in his cage was stuffed shut with a dozen issue’s worth of magazine pages. Sure, it was getting stuffy, and he could barely breathe, but he was certain that the chances of him rhythmically sending a female to Browntown were now about nil.

At least, that what HE thinks…

Almost as soon as he had said that, the stuffing closing off Maxwell from the outside was dramatically ripped away from the entry hole. Light cast into the miniature “house” like a sea of luminescence. Maxwell was momentarily blinded, until his eyes adjusted. What he saw wasn’t very pretty.

There, standing like the Angel of Death, was Sandy, dressed from head to toe in black, skin-tight leather. In place of the dancing ribbon she normally carried was the ominous presence of a long, vicious, leather whip. Maxwell’s girlfriend, to say the least, had transformed herself from the sweet, athletic, valley girl, to the viciously sexy, sadomasochistic dominatrix.

“Hello, Maxy,” Sandy said, “Guess you never thought I had primal urges as well, eh?”

“Oh, god…”

“Seeing that we’ve been courting for so long, and we’re now all alone, with no one to bother us, I felt I should give you a little introduction in the wonderful world of lovemaking,” Sandy said playfully, “as well as show you what the TRUE bad side of it is.”

“But…but-but-but-but-!”

“Quiet, slave! The lessons are about to begin!”

“Wait, Sandy! I’m n-n-not ready! Stop! What are you doing? Stop! STOP! AAAAAAHHHHH!”

The rest is best left to the imagination.