One Piece Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ The MSTing Torture ❯ Third Day ( Chapter 3 )

 

 

 

In the hidden hideout of the Finalizer, Julie waits impatiently by the bathroom door.

 

Julie: God dammit Casey! What the hell are you doing in there! It's been thirty fucking minutes!

 

Casey: I'll be out in a minute!

 

Julie: Bullshit! You said that five minutes ago! I'm coming in!

 

Casey: No! You can't!

 

Julie attempts to open the door, but finds it locked.

 

Julie: Dammit Casey! Open the door! I swear to god, I'll break it down!

 

Casey: Go ahead and try!

 

Julie begins to constantly ram into the door until it finally flies open. Casey spins around and showcases a boner with a picure of Julie with a hole in the mouth surrounding it.

 

Julie: Oh my god!!!!

 

Casey: Oh shit!!!

 

Julie storms into the bathroom and suddenly grabs Casey by the balls.

 

Casey: The hell??

 

Julie tugs and Casey falls to his knees in pain. Julie then drags him over to the toilet and continuously smashes his nuggets with the cover. This commences for a few minutes before Julie decides to stop.

 

Julie: So WHAT have you learned today?

 

Casey:(high-pitched) haaaaaaa......

 

Julie: That's what I thought.

 

Just then the speakers came on.

 

Finalizer: Assemble in the cinema room, we have a lemon!

 

30 minutes later. Julie walks into the room with Casey in a wheelchair.

 

Brock: Damn! What the hell did he do this time?

 

Julie: Don't ask!

 

Casey: I'll tell you when my balls unflatten.....

 

Brock shivers.

 

Suddenly the tv flicks on.

 

Finalizer: Hello friends! How are you tod......what the hell happened to him?

 

Julie stares with fire in her eyes.

 

Finalizer: Uh...nevermind. Anyway....are you ready for the lemon?

 

Brock: What is it from this time?

 

Finalizer: This one's a bit strange. A Pinky and the Brain lemon.

 

Brock/Casey:........

 

Julie: .....Are you serious???

 

Finalizer: Yep....dead serious.

 

Brock: .....I am gonna cry tonight.....

 

"Camp a Trois" (Cage of Three)
by Monotreme (montreme77ATyahooDOTcom)
Rated NC-17
DISCLAIMER: All the characters in this story are trademarks of AOL/Time/Warner/whatever else owns part of them now. I'm only borrowing them to play with.

 

Brock: I could so make fun of that line, but I choose not to degrade him further then he already has.

CONTENT WARNINGS: read the codes in the summary to know it all. There will be boys and girls, boys and boys, and tentatively girls and girls. (I haven't gotten that far yet).

 

Brock: Doesn't he mean mice, mice and...uh...more mice?

 

Julie: Probably....at least I hope.

 

Casey: What else could there be? An orgy of mice, cats, and humans?

 

Julie: Uuggg...I can't believe you just said that.

 

And lots of stuff.

 

Brock: ....I'm gonna be so pissed if Casey is right.

 

Please refer back to the content warnings every time I add a chapter, since it may have been added to!

 

Julie: It's a lemon with mice in it......I think that's enough for the content page. Any sane person would quickly walk away by then.

 

Brain's eyes slowly creaked open, and he blinked the bleariness of sleep away. He awoke because he felt a weight across his chest and abdomen, and was having trouble breathing because of it... after a moment, he realized that Pinky had rolled over on top of him partway during the night.

 

Julie: This better not start the way I think it is.....

 

Brain gently pushed his friend aside, but he felt a tug in his nether regions. Looking down and remembering the previous evening, he almost laughed. He carefully pulled himself out of Pinky's backside and, swinging his feet over to the outside, stuffed it all back into its pouch.

 

Julie: Bingo!

 

Brock: Psshhh....saw that coming.

 

Casey: My eyes! My sensitive eyes!

 

Stretching widely, he stood slowly up off of the big kitchen sponge the two mice used as a bed, and pressed a hand into his back with a crackle. The mouse walked stiffly over to the water bottle, with a bit of an early-morning limp. He took a dollop of water from the end of the tube and wet his face with it, rubbing it over the top of his large skull and smoothing the fur out on his head and ears.

 

Casey: What the hell is a dollop? Either his vocab is advanced or he just felt like makin'em up.

 

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, flopping his large ears. Brain took a glance into the mirror beside the bottle, and frowned. "You're losing your looks, old boy." he thought. "Looks like a corn field...

 

Julie: Since when is Brain British?

 

Brock(British Brain): I say, dear Pinky, I look absolutely dreadful this morn. Perhaps a spot of tea will liven my spirits.

 

Casey: And what looks like a cornfield? His face? As in wrinkles?

 

He glanced over at his daft lover, curled up on the sponge asleep, giggling softly and kicking one foot, as though in some kind of pleasant dream. The thin, boyish mouse tossed and shifted over in the bed, giving Brain a not altogether unpleasant view of his rump.

 

Casey: Jeez man....this is just gettin creepy.

 

"That's what I get for having relations with someone six months my junior. He's still so lively and taught." Brain smiled naughtily as he took in the scenery. "And HOW taught... always just like the first time."

 

Brock: I really don't care about the love life of two gay mice.....and he has to mention THAT??? I need a shower...

 

Julie: Just goes to show you how FUCKING TWISTED some people are.

 

Chuckling to himself, he picked the lock with his already very crooked tail, and stepped just out to the left of the cage to read the newspaper that was spread across the counter... and to take a pawful of the chocolate eclair someone had abandoned there. Brain always liked to check the paper in the mornings... the political articles often helped to jumpstart his own "political agenda".

 

Pinky yawned cavernously, and let his arm fall where he thought a tiny pair of shoulders would be, but he felt only sheets. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was alone, and decided to get out of bed too. He stood on the floor of the cage and stretched his lithe, skinny body as far as it would go, arching his back. Noticing his buddy sitting outside on the countertop, he wandered not to the water bottle, but to the dish of water on the floor near it. The mouse flopped down in the water, getting it everywhere, and rubbed it flamboyantly all over himself.

 

Julie: Yep...Pinky always did seem to be a flamboyant type.

 

Pinky hummed and "la la"ed as he bathed, and even flossed his toes with the end of his tail.

Once he felt clean, Pinky hopped back out and shook water all over the cage to dry his pelt.

 

Casey: He "la-la"ed? This guy makes up words like dollop and this is the best he could do?

 

He went over to the mirror and deftly straightened the poof of hair atop his head, and gave the mirror a satisfied smooch. Pinky took a food pellet from the tray, and trotted happily out to meet Brain.

 

Pinky padded quietly up behind Brain, and wrapped his arms around the mouse's chubby head, planting a big sloppy kiss right on the top. Brain started at first, but reached back and patted Pinky on the hip.

 

"Good morning, Pinky."

 

"Mornin', Brain!", Pinky piped musically. "Whatcha readin'? Any word on the big, happy plan yet?"

 

Brain responded without looking up, around a mouthful of éclair.

 

Casey: Oh, he's used to having his mouth full.

 

Julie: That's gross, Casey.

 

Casey: It's probably true though....

 

Brock: Yes, it probably is, but I don't need any more disturbing images in my head! So, stop making it worse then it already is!

 

Casey: Jeez...okay..sorry.

 

"Moh.. *gulp* not yet, my friend. Time will tell..."

 

Pinky pulled out the comics page and flopped down to read them. Brain glanced up, noticing a trend in Pinky's activities of late.

 

"Pinky, it might serve you well to read the news pages now and again. You might be more helpful to me if you actually knew what went on in the world each day."

 

Casey:(Brain) At the moment you only serve me as my sextoy at night, but I want more! Not just your body, but your brain! (Stops and looks at Pinky) Actually.... scratch that...just your body!

 

Julie: -_-

 

"But Brain, I learn lots of things about the world just from the funnies! Like today, when Mr. Bumstead fires Dagwood and then--"

 

Brain face palmed and interrupted. "The REAL world, Pinky. Not some hackneyed visual gag produced by the grandchild of a long-deceased cartooning legend. Why I --" Brain's eye settled on a Doonesbury-esque strip... a political comic. "Yeeees! Let me see that, Pinky."

 

He snatched the page right out from under his friend, causing him to whirl in the air for a moment before plunking back down onto the tabletop. "This comic strip is directly related to the article I was reading. The effects of such media on the masses is astounding at times... ", Brain mused. "With a carefully designed comic focused on my own endeavors, printed in the right publications, I could sway the people in my favor and have them under my spell."

 

Brock: To rule from a comic strip.... what a dream.

 

Julie: What the hell would he put there?

 

Casey(Brain): Pitiful humans! Bow down before the terrifying might of the Brain! Serve me or prepare to be squeaked! Further resistance will be countered with waste droppings! Nothing is safe from the power of mouse shit!

 

Julie: (sweatdrop)

 

"Oh lovely!", Pinky applauded. "You'd make a great comic strip character! 'The power to befog men's minds... I am The Fog!' " Pinky hooked his fingers into the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and laughed hysterically. Brain held up a hand and shushed him.

 

"Quiet now, Pinky, I must think this thing through. There's only one problem... I need an artist to craft the high-quality illustrations my strip will need." He tapped at his lip and pondered. Pinky suddenly called out with an idea, making Brain cringe with his shrill voice.

 

"Oh! Oh! Didn't Romy have a knack for that sort of thing when he was growing up?" Brain took his friend's statement into honest consideration.

 

" 'Roman Numeral One', and yes, I do seem to remember him enjoying creating line art. He did seem rather talented..." Brain glanced back through the cage bars, at the 'Precious Moments' portrait of him that Romy had drawn, and Pinky had kept on display.

 

Julie: And what kind of "precious" moment is that?

 

Casey: One can only guess.....

 

"For once, Pinky, you've come through with a solid suggestion. Remind me to buy another tube of butter cream icing when we go to the supermarket again..."

 

Pinky's ears pricked up, and he grinned widely and licked his chops. "Ooh, yummy! 'Cake' is my favorite game so far!" He danced.

 

Brain grinned inwardly, and tried not to let his pleasure at the idea be too evident. "You have no idea...", he thought.

 

Julie: I'm not even going to ask how to play that...

 

Casey: So many possibilities with icing...but not between two men. That can't be pleasant on the eyes.

 

Brock: I agree.... Let's just pray we don't encounter this game.

 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the laboratory room...
Billie sat on the floor of her cage, leaning against the bars. She had just been brought a sample of some new low-carb chocolate that the lab was testing. She took a bite... it tasted like candle wax.

 

Brock: Wait.... there are scientists in the room with these mice? Yet, they are totally oblivious that they are walking around and talking? You'd think that'd be something you'd notice....

 

In disgust, but not necessarily in surprise, she spat it out and muttered about the quasi-chocolate she had to eat all the time.

"What I wouldn't do fer a couple'a regular ol' Bon Bons. The genuine article, not this low-carb/low-fat/low-flavor swill..." She stood up, and folded her arms across her chest with a huff. "How's a girl sittin' all alone supposed to get off without some real chocolate?

 

Julie: How in the hell is chocolate supposed to help you get off?

 

Casey: People think it makes you horny, it's called an aphrodisiac or something.

 

Brock: That's bullshit. People will say anything to try and help sell something. Pizza is supposed to make you horny too, but I eat it all the time and the last thing on my mind is sex.

 

They've already got me staked out here in this hellhole, no male mouse stock or anything. Not even *females*."

 

Brock: A bi-sexual mouse, eh? This lemon just thrives in interesting, yet disturbing, mental imagery.

 

Billie clucked her tongue and paced over to the end of her cage where she could see the boys. She leaned against the bars with her elbows, and blew her hairtuft out of her eyes. "If only Pinks were on this counter, I'd have some action fer sure... hell, even Eggy would do it for me right now."

 

Julie: Except that they're gay, lil' Billy. Maybe if ya grow a.....

 

Brock: PLEASE....do not...finish...that sentence...

 

Casey: I agree. The last thing I want to think about is a hermafodite mouse.....

 

Brock smacks Casey in the stomach, knocking the air outta him.

 

Brock: Dammit Casey! Did I ask you to finish it?!

 

Julie: Hahahaha

 

Billie's frustration began to well up some again, and she rubbed a bit at her mound.

 

Casey: I wasn't aware that mice even HAD mounds.

 

Brock: It's a lemon, there has to be a female reproductive organ somewhere.....even if it's on a mouse. Unless of course it's yaoi, then we get nothing but anal.......I think I'll stop myself before I puke....

 

Casey: Very good idea.

 

She slipped her slender finger

 

Casey: They have fingers too???

 

Julie: It's a furry lemon.....wait...no...actually....it's just animal sex.....which makes me realize just how disturbing this thing really is!

 

in between the folds to flick her switch a little

 

Casey runs over to the light switch in the cinema room.

 

Casey:(Billy) Light comes on(happy)....light goes off(sad)....light comes on(happy)...light goes off(sad)...

 

when she stopped cold at the sound of a high-pitched call from the left.

 

"Billie! Billie! Heeeeyyyy!!"

 

"Oh, fer krissakes..." Billie thought as she rolled her eyes and tried to dry her moistened finger.

 

Up came Pinky's ditzy hamster ex-girlfriend, who had the mistaken assumption that she and Billie were the bestest friends in the whole wide world.

 

Casey: So....is Pinky bi-sexual?

 

Julie: Nah....I just think he switched sides.

 

She bounded across the countertop, looking wide-eyed and jiggly as usual.

 

Julie: How do you look jiggly?

 

Brock: Most likely from fat....or big boobs, but I'd rather not imagine that.

 

"What is it now, Cupcake..?", Billie droned.

 

"I just heard the lab technicians talking! They need more mice, and they're trying to make some cut-backs, so they're going to breed the mice they've got! All of 'em!"

 

Billie suddenly became very interested in her bubbleheaded neighbor's words

 

Casey: I wish I had a pin right now....

 

, and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?", she asked.

 

"Positive! I heard it with my own little button ears!"

 

Cupcake's voice got more piercing by the syllable, and it was getting to be a bit much even for the sometimes-grating Billie, so she took her word for it.

 

"Thanks fer the report, CC. You can go now..."

 

Cupcake turned on her toes gleefully and shrieked to the whole room in a sing-songy voice: "I HELPED!!"

 

Brock: And, again, I'd like to point out the fact that the scientists are still oblivious about the talking animals.

 

She pranced away on tiptoe, Billie rubbing her forehead and cringing.

 

"Well, that solves that problem, all annoyances aside...", thought Billie. "Just one problem, howda I know who I'm gonna be hooked up with? (Or 'to', as the case may be...)"

 

Julie: What's that supposed to mean?

 

She slumped to the floor again and pondered. "Wouldn't be choosy at this point, but what if they get the funny idea o' puttin' me with some kinda mutant or somp'm?

 

Julie: OH......If there are tentacle monsters in this....I am so going to kill someone...

 

Casey slowly scoots away from Julie.

 

I damn sure don't want limbs where I ain't got limbs, or holes where I ain't got holes..."

 

Brock: Ugh...again with the interesting, yet disturbing images....

 

Billie shrugged it off, pretty sure the lab techs wouldn't want 'damaged goods' anyway. When she was confident that she wouldn't be disturbed again, she returned to the Pinky-viewable side of her cage and knelt. Her hand returned to her pussy and soon she was jabbing furiously at it.

 

Casey: Hey! Quit punching the cat!

 

Julie/Brock: -_-

 

She bucked her hips against the cage bars and snorted through her teeth, and her tail lashed as she hit quite a healthy little orgasm.

 

Casey: Who the hell snorts when they have sex? That is like....so not sexy.

 

Julie:(Billy) Give it..snort..to me! Hard...snort...er!

 

Brock: HAHAHA!

 

The mousette plopped onto her back, catching her breath and enjoying the nice little halo of afterglow. After a few minutes, she suddenly realized that she was spread-eagle, and had her wet cootchie pointing right out at the world, so she moved from the vulnerable resting spot and and tidied up a bit.

 

Brock: Why does she care? There's only two gay mice and blind scientists around.....

Back at the Pinky & The Brain cage:

Brain scribbled and jotted furiously on a large blueprint, which was spread out where the newspaper had been that morning. He mumbled calculations and darted back and forth between his writings and a pocket calculator.

 

Casey: Wait....I thought he was planning on ruling from comic strips....what the hell is the blueprint for?

 

As he worked, Pinky was way over on the far end of the countertop, playing with some styrofoam packing peanuts he'd found. He hung them from his ears, arms and tail, dancing around and giggling like mad. He even tried to eat one, but decided the flavor was not to his preference and gagged on it.

 

Casey: I'm sure that's not the only time he's gagged on something.....

 

Julie: "glare"

Unexpectedly, someone decided to take advantage of Brain's being alone... Brain glanced up from his busy work when he noticed five tall and burly figures heading his way. They were rats who had recently been purchased by Acme Labs, and they did *not* look like friendly soicalites.

 

"Well, if it ain't da egg wit feet...", scorned the largest rat, a nasty-looking brown one.

 

The other rats laughed loudly. Brain felt dread, but he stood straight and looked sourly at the group.

 

"And just who the hell are you lot?", he snarled.

 

"Why, we's just ya new neighbors, Egg.", the large rat continued. "We seen yous in dere wit yer 'girlfriend' last night, hot stuff!"

 

Brain turned bright red, and gave a deadly look. "Why you filthy--", he started.

 

"Hey now, Egg! We's just wantin' ta make ya day a lil' brighter! Tells ya what... next time da missus ain't home, we'll show yous a *real* good time." The big rat grinned nastily and thrust his hips at Brain.

 

Brock: I am going to kill myself if this turns into a rape scene......

 

Brain looked up at him, disgusted. "I believe I'll pass, if you don't mind..." He turned to walk away, but the head rat stepped in front of him, and he felt his heart drop into his heels.

 

"I don't thinks ya gets my drift, head boy... dat ain't no request." All the rats laughed and guffawed, and they wandered back over to their own cage, but not before giving Brain a slap on the back that sent him right onto the floor. He lifted up his head when they were gone, and swallowed hard. He grabbed his working materials and hurried over to the side where Pinky was.

Brain wasn't himself at dinner that evening. He jumped at every sound, and seemed unnaturally cheerful and dismissive, avoiding half the things Pinky asked him about.

 

"Brain, something doesn't seem right with you tonight... do you want to talk about it?", Pinky asked, his brow pursed with concern.

 

"What? Nothing's wrong. Don't be ridiculous, Pinky.", Brain half-chuckled. His words veiled the truth thinly, as his hand shook so much that food pellet crumbs went everywhere. Pinky shook his head.

 

"Come on, Brain... we're as close as any two mice could be! And I love you... if something's the matter, I want to help."

 

The diminutive genius sighed with resignation. "Alright. But I want to find a private place to discuss it first."

 

"Of course", Pinky said gently.

 

Casey: Yeah, I'm sure they're gonna have a nice "discussion".

Brock: (dry heave)

The mice both finished up their dinner, and Brain led Pinky up onto a high shelf, in between some textbooks. Reluctantly, and in a quiet tone, he began.

 

"Pinky, do you remember the new rats that the lab bought last week, and moved into that cage near ours?"

 

"Ooh, yes Brain. They needed baths when they got here, and they still do! *zort*" Pinky got a little louder than what Brain was comfortable with, and he shushed him.

 

"I was confronted by them today. And, well... long story short, they said that the next time they find me alone, they're going to..." Brain pinned his ears back, and broke eye contact with Pinky.

 

"Going to what? What did they say?", Pinky urged worriedly.

 

"... They're going to gang rape me."

 

Brock: Arggghh....ENOUGH WITH THE DAMN IMAGERY!!

 

Pinky gasped and took his friend by the hands.

 

"Oh Pinky, these kinds of things happen to young and good-looking mice. Why would they want me!?"

 

He pinched his eyes shut and turned away again, as if he might be trying not to cry. Pinky put his hand on the side of Brain's face and pulled him gently back around.

 

"They see how smart and clever you are, Brain. They can tell you've got a lot of power, and the wherewithall to use it. They just want to try and break you before you get the upper hand on them..."

 

Julie: (Sarcastic)Yeah, I'm sure they wanna rape him because he's smart.

 

Brain looked at Pinky with a heartbreaking expression, but it dissipated a little after a moment. He looked down and sighed.

 

"I'm afraid. Sooner or later, I'll be in the cage and you won't. What then?" Brain didn't really believe that a waify little fellow like Pinky could stand up to the brutish rats, but it was certainly better than being prone.

 

"What are you talking about, dear? You're a genius! Nip this problem in the bud with one of your engineering thingies! I'll help you!"

 

Casey: When a guy calls another guy "dear".....things are going way to far.

 

Brain suddenly realized what a simpering fool he was being. He thought for a moment, and brightened quickly with a realization.

 

"Of course... of course! How could I be so stupid?" He hugged his lover tightly around the waist, making his cheeks puff out.

 

"Thank you, Pinky! You're the best friend an absent-minded old genius could have!"

 

Pinky smiled and petted the top of his friend's head. "And I think I know just how to put them out of commission for good... but I'll need more hands than just the two of us. Pinky, would you mind going to get Billie over here?"

 

"Sure thing, boss! *narf*" Pinky saluted Brain with a silly look. As they headed back down to the cage, Brain paused...

 

"Oh, Pinky?" Pinky turned to him with a questioning glance. He looked uncertain and shuffled a paw. "... Mind if I tag along?" Pinky grinned and shook his head, putting an arm around Brain's shoulders as they headed out.

On Billie's end of the lab:

Billie jogged on her exercise wheel, smooth and swiftly. There was an aerobics program showing on the television by her cage... she was not participating in any of the exercises that the program instructed, but the music and timekeeping seemed to keep her stamina up. She bounded with light steps, her arms curled to her sides. Her tail undulated with her movements, and her hair bounced more than her breasts did.

 

Casey: Damn, they must be pretty small then.....which makes perfect logical sense, seeing as they don't have any to begin with.

 

From the corner of her eye, Billie caught sight of two familiar figures, making their way across the countertop to where she was. The short one seemed to be clinging uncommonly close to the tall one. She smiled at the sight of them, and waved.

 

"Hey Pinks! Hiya Eggy!"

 

"Greetings, my fair Billie. How are you this d-- OOF!" Brain bowed and began, but was soon cut off by Pinky leaning on the top of his head and waving like crazy, almost knocking him over.

 

"Hiiiiii, Billie! How's everythin'?"

 

Brain reached back and elbowed Pinky in the ribs. Billie giggled at the pair, and stepped out of the cage to greet them.

 

"What brings you fellas all the way out here?", she queried.

 

"We'd like to know if you would mind... helping us out a little with something." Brain scratched the back of his head as he spoke.

 

"Yes, we're trying to knock off some nasty r--GMMPH!" Pinky's words were stifled as Brain grabbed him by the muzzle.

 

"It's really a confidential matter, not something we'd prefer to say out loud.", Brain said in a low tone, casting a sidelong glance toward his partner. Letting go of the snout (but pulling down and snapping it for a nice 'twang' that set Pinky's head vibrating)

 

All: (snicker)

 

Brain beckoned to Billie and whispered his problem to her. Billie gasped, and her eyes widened as she looked back at Brain.

 

"God, that's horrible! Though not surprising, considering who they are..." Brain raised an eyebrow.

 

"... who they are? You've seen them somewhere else?"

 

"Not met them for myself...", replied Billie, "but every female I know, and even a male or two, has told me stories about being harassed, threatened, robbed, and even hurt by that group. They're infamous!"

 

"I suppose that gives me even more reason to carry out my plans...", Brain confirmed. The mice all retired to Billie's cage. and proceeded with a quiet conversation about Brain's plan. He calculated all the measurements, and drew up complex blueprints as they discussed it.

The plan:

Late the following night, on the counter by Pinky and The Brain's cage, Brain painstakingly mixed a formula inside a small beaker. He took exact measurements of ingredients he'd rounded up from around the laboratory, and stirred them with a matchstick. He peered into the liquid through his protective goggles, and took a sample of it with an eye dropper. Applying a few drops of the formula to a food pellet, he carried it over to the cage of a non-spliced guinea pig who was awake, and offered it to him. The animal happily partook, went pie-eyed, and promptly fell to the floor unconscious.

 

Julie: Why the hell is he making Roofies?

 

Casey: Perhaps they plan to knock out the rats and then molest them to teach a lesson?

 

Brock: That's a disturbing concept for a plan.

 

Satisfied that it seemed to have no offensive flavor or smell (and that it worked), Brain returned to the potent general anesthetic he'd made and took a larger sample.

 

Casey: What a dumbass. Your supposed to use it on the rats!

 

Just then, Billie came by carrying several food pellets in a little plastic baggy. She held it out open to Brain, and he squirted the whole sample into the bag, drenching all the pellets and allowing them to soak it up.

 

"You know what to do?", he whispered.

 

"I just dump 'em into their tray an' run like hell!", Billie grinned. After a pause, Brain looked a little concerned.

 

"Are you sure you'll be alright doing this alone?"

 

"Natch! I know where to bite 'em if things don't go as planned", she winked.

 

Brock and Casey look at each other, then shiver.

 

Brain half-smiled and saluted as Billie went on her part of the mission. He stepped back over to the cage to wait with Pinky, for Billie's signal to finish the plan.

Billie kept low to the ground, and crept behind lab equipment as often as possible as she approached the rats' cage. As she got nearer, she cursed to herself as she heard raucous laughter and other 'partying sounds' coming from the cage.

 

"Couldn'a made this easy for me, couldja?", she thought.

 

The area was wide open, and there was absolutely nothing to hide behind while she tainted their food tray. Even the rats' drunkenness on a can of beer they'd stolen that afternoon wouldn't keep Billie from being spotted. The time for a diversion was upon her. From behind a bunsen burner, she held up a small piece of mirror and flashed it at her friends. Pinky caught the signal, hugged Brain and asked that he wish him luck, and ran down the length of the countertop.

The rat boys were whooping it up. They each had a thimble of booze, and slopped it out all over the place as they danced and roughhoused. One hung off the cage bars, singing loudly and off-key, one got very sick in the corner, another went around the cage, groping friends and trying to mount everything he saw.

 

Brock: See kids....that's why drinking is BAD.

 

One huge, wild and unsanitary party. Suddenly, there came a shout from the far left end of the counter. Pinky called to the rats, shaking his butt at them, and making feeble but spirited efforts to insult or proposition the group.

 

"Hey, you rats! Your mother was a rat! I bet you like to put stale cheesy poofs in your bottom! It's quite nice, actually... ZORT! POIT!"

 

Julie, Brock, and Casey look down at the bag of cheesy poofs they were eating from and start dry heaving.

 

The rats weren't sure how to respond, but he did have their full attention. They all stared, and one finally piped up.

 

"'Ay, whyyouwannamezzwiddus? You thing we don' goddanuff azzaround'ere? We tayggit when we wannit, frum hoowee wunna..." Soon, all the rats were slavering and slurring at Pinky. Pleased with his effectiveness, he continued to taunt them.

Billie watched Pinky's treatment of the rats, and once again found herself very turned on by his whole style in general. She began to feel very warm down below, and squirmed a bit..

.

"What am I doing!?", she suddenly thought. Recomposing herself, Billie slunk low out to the rats' cage. She carefully slipped the bag through the cage bars, and untied it to pour the tainted food pellets in.
Hungry and unimpressed by the show outside, one of the rats turned to the tray... just in time to catch Billie fleeing the scene.

The rat started, but his lips soon curled into a vile leer.

 

"Zey now, aintchoo a taystee bitch... howzabout szhowin' me a goodtime, baby?" He grabbed the much smaller Billie by the arm, and pulled her through the cage bars. She twisted in his grasp and fought for escape, pushing back against the bars with all her might, but he managed to drag her into his abode anyway. Billie shrieked and hissed at her assailant, clawing at his paw and arm with her free hand, and digging in with her heels.

 

Casey: Since when did she have shoes?

 

Nasty drool oozed from the corners of the rat's mouth as he eyed Billie's voloptuous and strugging form.

 

Julie: Tch...Spare me...

 

Casey: You'd stare too if somebody had six nipples....

 

Julie: ......What???

 

Brock: (laughing his ass off)

 

He made a gruesome, snarly grin and reached his empty paw down to his crotch, unsheathing his semi-erect member.

 

Casey: Unsheathing it from where? Are they wearing pants now, too?

 

He pumped the organ a few times, until a drop of pre peeked from the tip, and then took Billie by both arms, ready to pin her down. He pressed her back up against the cage bars, and slowly forced her to the floor. The burly deviant wrenched Billie down until she was directly under him. He wrapped his thick tail around her right ankle to hold the mousette's legs apart, and positioned his apex directly above its target. He grinned lecherously as he watched her flower contract, while she writhed and struggled against him. Quickly weighing her options, Billie realized that she was at an advantage. She raised her left foot up as far as she could, and without a moment to spare, she bore her toeclaws and raked them with all the force she could muster from his chest down to his testicles. Fur and hide separated along the rat's abdomen in three deep gashes, to bleed forth profusely.

 

Brock and Casey, yet again, shiver furiously.

 

The rat screeched like a girl and flew backwards a surprising distance to escape the already-inflicted damage, but not before spattering Billie's entire body with a good amout of blood. Once menacing, the now-pitiful creature bawled and shrieked as he rolled around, clutching his gored abdomen and ruined reproductive equipment. Billie stood up triumphantly over the defeated deviant, a little smug about her great save.

Her pride and relief didn't last, though. As she glanced up, her mood faltered when she realized what an audience she had accquired during the last couple of minutes. The other rats were no longer transfixed by Pinky's stylings, but even more outstanding to Billie, Pinky himself was nowhere to be seen. Where had he gone off to at such a crucial moment? Had the rats captured and ravaged the poor fellow while she herself was preoccupied? Her mind quickly returned to the current situation as the rats advanced on her. They laughed their lewd, sickening laughs and made all manner of ill-intentioned propositions, groping their own utilities and making breast-squeezing motions with their paws and pectorals. The fur on the back of Billie's neck stood on end, and her eyes searched the room frantically for a solution.

A wild yet familiar cry emitted from the left, and both Billie and the offending rats turned with a start to see what was headed their way. A tall figure came charging in from the shadows at top speed, and resolved to be Pinky, riding on top of Brain's shoulders and head.

 

Casey:(Pinky) Giddy-up horsey!

 

Brain smiled grimly at the rats, and whirled two matchsticks deftly around his head. "Keeeeeyaaaaah!" cried Pinky, and the two battered the cage door down. All the rats recoiled, stunned by the sudden intrusion, and it took them a moment to get defensive. Regaining composure, the head rat stepped forward and leered down at the boys, breathing his pungent beer breath on them in a steamy blast through his teeth.

 

"Cheggidout, fellas! Our liddle bum buddies dezzideda come an' pardy avderall!"

 

"If only you knew, my unwashed friend", Brain cockily replied. "Pinky, if you would..." Pinky swung the matches against the cage floor like golf clubs, igniting their phosphorous tips. He grinned madly at the rats, looking eerie in the matchlight for a moment, before he sprung from Brain's shoulders at them. The rats yelled and cursed, flailing to get away from the flames as Pinky advanced. One rat had the presence of mind to go for water, and started toward the far corner, only to see that the watering bottle was missing. Upon further observation, he spotted Brain and Billie dumping the bottle off the edge of the counter onto the floor.

 

Casey: Pinky the Flamer...er....Arsonist.

 

Julie: Gee...that was hilariously stupid, Casey.

Meanwhile the head rat, judgement still obviously clouded by his indulgences that evening, decided to take matters into his own hands. He lunged for Pinky, pinning him down by one leg and trying to spread the mouse's buttocks to render him vulnerable. Pinky's pupils went to points, and angrily he whirled around and gave the brute a nose full of flames. The rat screamed and slapped at his muzzle, trying desperately to put out the fire that was quickly catching to his whiskers and headfur. He tried to bury his face into the floor, rubbing it on the metal to stifle the flames and cool his burning flesh. Just as he'd found slight relief, the large rat felt a solid, broad object strike his backside HARD.

 

All: Ewwwww....

 

The impact sent him spilling end-over-end until he collided with the cage bars, his head reeling. He passed out just as he saw Brain and Billie standing where he had been, each holding up the now-empty water tray by an edge. The two mice looked around in time to see that the other rats had reassembled and were ganging up on them... getting steady, and nodding to one another, they lifted the tray high into the air, and clapped it down over the rats' heads. Muffled shouts and curses emitted from underneath the tray as the rats staggered this way and that, trying to get loose. Pinky darted in from one corner of the cage and leapt on top of the overturned vessel, ensuring that the rats stayed inside.

 

Brock: Pinky holding down 2 rats by himself? Yeah right.....

 

Brain and Billie pushed and shoved the tray out the cage's open door, and fought against eight resisting feet as they scooched the whole bundle over toward the edge of the countertop. Timing it as best they could, Brain and Billie allowed just enough time for Pinky to jump back to safe ground before they gave one final heave-ho, and four of their five new neighbors went tumbling to the floor. Pinky came charging back up to the edge with the knocked-out leader rat in tow, and set him right at the edge where he booted him off to join his buddies on the floor.

The mice all grinned and exchanged satisfied looks, then peered over the counter's edge to survey the damage. Every single rat was unconcious, at least... Billie suddenly frowned.

"Well... they're out of our hair now, but they'll be twice as dangerous once they wake up!" Brain gave a quick nod, and pulled that same eyedropper of anasthetic from off-screen.

"I'm way ahead of you, my dear. I won't be a moment." Brain bowed to her and slunk down the drawer handles on the side of the counter with surprising agility, then plopped to the tile floor. He scuffled over to where the rats lay, and stuck the eyedropper down each of their throats, filling them with enough anesthetic to keep them out for days. He peered up at his friends on the counter's edge, and motioned for them to come down to where he was. Once the two had joined him, Brain spoke.

 

"Though things didn't go quite as smoothly as we'd originally planned, they had initially the same results we were hoping for. I believe our original plan for the final dispoal can be put into action now..." Pinky nodded, and produced a fistful of stamps, a pen, and a roll of tape from somewhere. He slurped the adhesive backs of the stamps, and stuck one to each of the five comatose rodents, then taping them up real nice so that they wouldn't get sepaprated. He then handed the pen over to Brain, who wrote a mailing address on the tape: "TO: Abu Dhabi". The three mice dragged their newly-wrapped "package" over to the mail outbox, and hefted them inside. As they walked back to Pinky and Brain's cage, Billie began to giggle a bit about the silliness of such a contrived ending to what had been such a serious conflict. Then Pinky began to giggle as well... in seconds, they were both guffawing like mad things, dragging Brain staggering along behind them. Brain glanced to the camera incredulously, and shrugged.

 

The End

Finalizer: Well? What did you think?

 

Brock: That was an extremely disturbing lemon. Also....they were filming this??

 

Casey: I pity the poor kids who were subjected to this....they're scarred for life.

 

Finalizer: Well, that's it for today. I'll be seeing you soon.....