Shade: It's time to have some fun, so this filler episode (which is NOT a filler episode at the same time) will have an explicit lemon.

(Also, I can boast that it's the first lemon Oswald/Ortensia in ALL Fanfiction :D)

Warnings: +18. Explicit Lemon. Furry/YIFF. Allusions to child abuse. Slight violence.


Chapter VIII:

Candles and chains in the Rat's Nest.

"Have the weapon ready, this time we will be alone before a possible attack."

"You don't have to tell me twice, Basil, I'm ready," Donald answered immediately, though without an uncertain and somewhat fearful tone. While they were without Oswald's help ("Well, that's perfectly understandable," Donald thought with a grimace) or of Count Dragul leaving this time (He had gone out hunting and patrolling with Mina to a forest), Detective Basil had managed to get a small group of Scotland Yard policemen armed with truncheons and revolvers to accompany them to round Cavendish Square and the sites of the last attack. They went through all the possible alleys, looking for some sign, waiting for the sighting of the creature... However, some had their mind elsewhere, enhanced by the words of some of the police officers when they had all gathered to begin patrolling: "I hope Mrs. Van Helsing is not in imminent danger to her life or rather to her integrity..." Basil thought with a frown. He had to admit that this plan still caused him too much guilt and he knew that he would be one of the first to regret if something went terribly wrong... He hoped that, whatever the plan of the vampire hunter was... ended be infallible and "idiot proof "as he had affirmed with total security.

"Pssst! Did you hear that?" One of the policemen whispered suddenly, making everyone stop, straining their ears. They stopped in an abandoned fishing area, where the few sources of light came from a few light posts in the corners, as well as the lamps of the uniformed ones. Everyone got off both the mules and the carriages and began to scrutinize; Donald had taken out the revolver borrowed from Oswald and was aiming in all directions, expecting some strange movement... Suddenly, a low growl to his left alerted him.

"There!" Donald whispered to the others and with a sign of his fingers he made everyone sneak in that direction, then stopped, looking in amazement: Over a big wood box, a small Blotling was tearing a body on the ground, focusing better, they realized it was the disemboweled body of a vulture. The ink creature apparently hadn't noticed the presence of them, so it was still nibbling the exposed flesh of the bird and filling it with ink spots. Donald, Basil and the others were getting closer and closer... One of the agents had left the group for a moment and had returned with an old broken fishing net that he had seen lying around, ready to throw it over the monster. "Very well, at the count of three, we throw it... One... Two..."


"Three!"

The guests shouted ecstatically as Mortimer Mouse emptied the bottle of champagne over the half-naked body of a courtesan, dressed only in a corset that revealed profusely her breasts, garters and a tiny lace panties. The prostitute let out a few exaggerated moans while some masked presents came to lick her neck, breasts and cheeks soaked with alcohol. Immediately afterwards Mortimer then offered the drink to Ortensia from the same bottle, but she immediately took out a silver hip flask, the same one that Oswald used to have in his trench coat, saying between fake giggles that she preferred whiskey made at home... determined to NOT drink anything that the duke or any of that filthy party could offer to her.

Everything in that party was the pure definition of decadence and debauchery: To each place where the female black cat posed her eyes, there was some indecent scene from the guests, whether drinking indecently, swallowing like pigs or laughing out loud from the arm of masked and naked prostitutes... Ortensia, who had come to imagine that the intense and burning nights of love and desire with Oswald for a long decade would be seen as inappropriate according to the prudish and strict Victorian moral... Now, astonished and totally disgusted, she was completely convinced that she and her husband had a chaste and demure marriage compared to the sordid sexual feats that she saw before her own eyes without ant shame, like a fat pig with an ecstatic face while one of the Courtesans had her face sunk into his voluminous belly, moving her head to the beat and making loud sucking noises and being choking by the strong pressure of him forcing her to suck at him more and more; or young people on all fours and with their butts in the air, being whipped with cries of pain and pleasure with whips, wooden palmettes or by the same hands of the guests, leaving red marks and even slight cuts in the fur... Or something even more gruesomely graphic: A young female monkey disguised as a Chinese Empress being penetrated vaginally and anally by two large rhinoceroses dressed like clowns; further on, a crocodile disguised as a knight was recreating one of the most infamous scenes in Apollinaire's book, Les Onze Mille Verges, with a little girl, using the same position and everything, silencing the agonized cries of the creature with a gag, while several assistants shouted enthusiastically that the he should tear her even more... All this whirlwind of horrors caused the liquor ingested just moments ago returned to Ortensia's throat along with bile, making a great effort to avoid vomiting, swallowing several times... In the end she was forced to close her eyes several times. She had never felt such repugnance in her life, not even in the first years of hunting monsters with Oswald.

She decided to get away, looking for the back garden of the mansion to be able to get rid of that insane environment for a moment, not only because of what was inside, but to breathe something that wasn't regurgitated alcohol, opium or morphine. She sat in the grass, behind a stone fountain and rest a hand on her violently beating heart, breathing deeply, trying to calm down. "It's only been half an hour and I think I'll go insane there" she thought with despair, enduring the urge to cry with everything he had seen, the cries of the little girl still had them in the eardrums. She prayed to God and the Virgin that Oswald's plan would turn out well, but she must still wait for the signal... Suddenly, a noise alerted her, remaining as still as possible.

"Did you bring the blueprints of the city I had asked for?" a deep voice of a man who tried to sound charming said, but who had a malevolent tinge in the deep inside, then she heard a spasmodic laugh that could only belong to that of the Mortimer Mouse himself.

"Yes, my dear sir, I have brought it in. Although this has cost me more than you can imagine, more than 100 pounds sterling... I hope you have enough to pay for them."

"Pay for them! Do you doubt my word, my dear duke?! Not only will I pay him those sterling pounds, but also, because of your excellent work, I have brought you what you had dearly asked for, so all the plan will work soon... " He paused" Why is it so ink stained?"

"Oh my! Did you bring them? Really?" The avidity in Mortimer's words was evident... And disturbing.

"Do not evade the question, Mouse." The voice of the unknown man, although it still sounded deep and melodic, let out a hint of impatience that was noticed by Ortensia's sharp ear. Mortimer Mouse let out a snort.

"Bah, it was my fault, I admit it: We were having a lot of fun that same night he gave it to me, that I was late and to escape from his wife, who is a literal gorilla, I had no choice but to jump out the window."

"Wow, your love feats will one day take your toll, my good friend."

"You already know what the writers say my friend: Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead (1)."

"No doubt. Well, stained or not, it's all I need... He'll be happy with this, here's your reward, my friend, use them with restraint, you don't want the female guests to end up in a hospital bed instead in your bed with roses, ready and at your mercy... "

"Oh, don't worry, my diligent Lord Ratigan... I intend to use it with restraint... And with only one objective in mind."

"Ratigan? Blueprints of the city? Plans?" Ortensia thought completely confused. Although she was dying to look out and see who Ratigan was and what he was doing with Mortimer Mouse, she could be seen by them... And she was sure that, within that sordid and hypocritical world where they proclaimed modesty and chastity at all costs... and under the shadows there were things like orgies and depraved worshipping, they could easily make her disappear in the waters of the Thames only to silence her as a possible witness. She stayed as still as a fox in the undergrowth hiding from a hound, barely daring to breathe, praying that they wouldn't detect her...

Then she heard them crash their hands and their voices back again to the noise of the house, that's when Ortensia dared to poke her head over the edge of the fountain: Mortimer Mouse was playing with a small dark bag between his hands that could pass for an innocent bag of candy for children at Christmas... Or it was something else. However, it was the other man that caught her attention: It was a male rat like Mortimer, but much taller than him or Basil, and twice as muscular and corpulent as Mickey. He wore a top hat like the one Oswald used to wear, but with an elegant suit and coat. One of his gloved claws held a heavy wooden and gold cane, and with the other he held tightly a roll of parchment stained in ink. Although it was impossible to see his face, Ortensia made sure to remember everything... Even though she felt that several pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit together, some still didn't make any sense: "What could those plans mean? Who would that Lord Ratigan be?" she thought. She knew that, although all that was suspicious, she still couldn't determine it as some proof of being associated with the Blotling. Ortensia should keep investigating... Go even deeper.

And going deeper meant... Approaching Mortimer Mouse and pulling from him anything useful. At the thought, Ortensia twisted her mouth, took out the hip flask again to give herself another strong sip of alcohol and courage and after made a strong sigh, she got up from the lawn and bravely went back to the loony bin of sin.

After a couple of seconds of intense struggle, Mina buried her fangs in the doe's neck, paralyzing her immediately, causing her to collapse on the ground. The female mouse settled down better on the back of her prey to drink better, feeling the blood slide down her throat as if it was claret wine. Her husband, who had just dispatched a huge male deer, was watching her with a mixture of tenderness and diluted lust. That savagery, that energy that Mina showed every time they went hunting... What the hell, all that excited him a lot. "Mina, my dear, don't you fancy a delicious dessert prepared by me? The presentation dish will be my own neck~"

"..."

"Minnie, darling, I'm dying to be with you, here, now, in this forest... You can let the doe go, she's already lost a lot of blood."

There were still loud sucking noises, and drowned sounds of agony from the prey. Mickey's expression of amusement turned into one of concern. He approached his wife, still attached to the doe like a leech. "Mina, enough!" The vampire mouse exclaimed, grabbing Mina's neck and pulling her up, releasing the doe from her jaws, dripping blood. With a grunt, the female mouse turned to look at him, showing her teeth and her crimson eyes flashing in a disturbing way... She looked like a wild beast. "Minnie, my love... You have to calm down." Mickey replied while pressed her against himself, feeling her tremble little by little until she began to calm down and coming back to her senses. With a grimace he looked at the doe, already practically bled. "Wow, what a mess you made here... I'll have no choice but to punish you" he murmured caressing her long dark hair; then he heard a sigh on his shoulder.

"I... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mickey, I got carried away."

"I know... Well, at least it wasn't a person or one of our allies." He looked at her rueful and guilty face, like a beaten dog. "Let's get out of here, let's see if the damn rascal of Van Helsing finally accepts some help in the plan to checkmate the queen of Mortimer."

"Wow, I didn't know you liked chess, Mickey," Mina replied at last, composing a smile, as she took his hand and felt the coriaceous wings emerge from her back. Count Dragul laughed and then composed a wistful expression.

"Emily and the other ghosts taught me to play many years ago, my father, on the other hand..." He made a grimace "Well, he thought it was a useless child's play, but he never imagined how fantastic it is when you're creating strategies. "

"Strategies like the one we're doing against Duke Mortimer, my lord?"

"Exactly, my lady, exactly like that, besides..." He added, turning to look at her as they started flying like two exhalations. Mina shuddered at the vampire's dark gaze filled with lust. "...We can have a little fun while we lend a hand to our friends."

...

Finally, he had been able to find him, in the midst of all that filthy bacchanal that would surprise the Marquis de Sade himself: He was slouched over an armor, still fiddling with a curious bag embroidered with gold that seemed suspicious. He tried to get closer without taking his eyes off him, hoping he wouldn't see him first. Luckily, his extremely striking attire was a perfect camouflage. Suddenly he stopped behind some huge of oriental-style vases, watching intently, feeling his hand twitching inside the lapel of his cloak: Something had happened... Or rather...

"Good evening, my lord Mortimer."

"Good evening, my sweet flower, are you enjoying my humble party, don't you think it's lovely?"

"It's... my dear Duke, I must say that everything has left me... Wordless"

"Wordless, words aren't necessary to express things, my dear flower!" The mouse exclaimed, grabbing her by the shoulders, startling her with a gasp, her face had starting to make him doubt about the mission. "We don't need words for what we will do at this moment...!"

And before his own face, between her gasps and protests, Mortimer had taken her face in his hands and pulling it towards him brusquely began to kiss her.

It was as if time had stopped at that moment for Oswald, while watching the most unprecedented and painful scene in his life. Not having injured his arm in a fight with Count Dragul, or the irons that the vampire priest had buried in his body... could be compared to the intense flash of pain and jealousy that had been born from his inner core... A homicidal rage was boiling his blood like a locomotive. At that moment he only felt one desire: To send his idiot-proof plan to the shit and blow Mortimer Mouse's head and testicles for having dared to do the unthinkable: Take something that was only his. Almost insane with pain, Oswald Van Helsing had taken his gun from the lapel of the pirate costume he was wearing to begin a massacre in that damn mansion... Then something stopped him... Or rather, someone.

Ortensia, his beloved Ortensia, was staring at him. She had pinned her bright emerald eyes at him and while struggling with Mortimer, began to blink several times in such a way that, anyone else would have believed that she was trying not to cry or that she was dazzled by the light... But for her husband it was another thing. And he had recognized it:

Morse code: "Don't do anything. Wait."

And Oswald, though frowning and boiling with rage, obeyed her.


Seeing that her beloved Oswald had desisted from murdering Mortimer at that moment, Ortensia returned to focus on her goal. She turned to look at the duke, still holding her by the face with one hand and with the other touching her figure in a very indecent way, with closed eyes and ecstatic face for having achieved his hideous task. On his neck hung a curious gold reliquary with a crimson cross that she recognized almost immediately: The Cross of the Templars. "The amulet against vampires! I have to take it off from him...!" She slid her hands down his back, breaking the fabric of his shirt, then looking desperately for the closing of the reliquary, until after several distressing seconds of Mortimer's hands touching her body, Ortensia had managed to open the brooch and let the consecrated reliquary slid down from the neck of the rat to her bodice, where she felt it land in the middle of her breasts. A second later, the female black cat pushed Mortimer abruptly, causing him to retreat back, making him release the bag from his hands, pouring its contents on the ground.

"You, miserable! How dare you kiss me like that?! Don't you know who I am?!" Ortensia exclaimed, choleric. Mortimer, past the shock, composed an ironic smile.

"The beautiful and delicious Ortensia, apparently."

"Ortensia Van Helsing, and as you can see, I'm a married woman, you cannot treat me like that! Would you like to something like that happen to your wife, Mortimer?!" Ortensia spat with a rage. Mortimer chuckled.

"...If my wife did that, I would leave her immediately, because I would not be with a slut." Mortimer's words left Ortensia livid and pale as wax. "Instead, you're at my lovely party, I'm sure without permission from the scavenger that your husband is, and now, when you return to Detective Basil's shack, you can kiss him after kissing me!"

"I wish there was mud here so I could wash my mouth," Ortensia said, squinting. "It would be less disgusting than your lips." Mortimer's face broke and he had raised his hand, probably to try to slap her for the offense, but he stopped. Then, he composed a smile.

"I'll make you regret those words, naughty kitten... Be careful, because at some point not even that hip flask that you have will save you when I take you to my special chamber..." He licked his lips in front of her face and then he started to walk away. "Oh, and don't think you can flee to ask for help from your husband or your horrible bat friends... I won't let you leave my domain until I have you in my claws... One more time."

And still laughing, he moved away from there. Ortensia closed her eyes, breathing hard, taking out again the hip flask with a trembling hand and bringing it to her lips in a desperate attempt to erase the disgusting taste of the mouse's mouth. Then, she put her hands on her knees, looking down... Suddenly, a chocolate-colored ball caught her attention. With fingers still trembling, she took it and held it close to her eyes. Her scientific knowledge came to her to the rescue, giving her a lapidary answer: Lytta vesicatoria. Spanish fly... Cantharides. (2) An infamous aphrodisiac... and a less known poison. Mortimer had this in his hands. Now, the last words he had exchanged with Ratigan in the garden intertwine with those that Mortimer had just told her before leaving and the subtle but clear threats... As he had said in his letter, Mortimer Mouse wanted to see under her dress. And he would do it by force.

She looked at Oswald who was still standing behind the Chinese vases, as pale (or maybe more) like her. Starting to feel dizzy, disgusted and scared, she said to him just moving her lips: "Let's find a place."

...

After "Three!", the agents sent the fishing net towards the Blotling, but it had managed to see them out of the corner of the eye and had moved to the left to a surprising speed, avoiding it at the last second, starting to run towards the alleys. Consternated, Basil, Donald and the policemen ran and shot to the creature and although some bullets had impacted in apparently vital parts, it continued running as if nothing ("It's a demon!" Had shouted one of the agents). Then they saw that the creature had bent to a corner that was apparently an alley with a blind spot. "It won't be able to escape!" They shouted in ecstasy and threw themselves into the alley ready to capture him ... There was an unusual silence and then an exasperated croak from Donald:

"Damn it, it disappeared again!"

The female black cat followed an enigmatic masked pirate to a deserted hall, still feeling slight tremors. The sight of the cantharid and Mortimer's threats had worried her: Although she knew that Oswald would be able to provoke a massacre in that mansion to prevent the duke from laying his hands on her... She also knew that Mortimer would have the guests on his side and that they would be as depraved as him. They stopped behind an armor that was next to a large window that looked like the courtyard. The pirate stopped and then turned abruptly to her, staring at her; Ortensia's eyes filled with tears at Oswald's angry and hurtful expression, so she immediately threw herself into his arms and began to sob, fearing for a moment that he would reject her... But her beloved bunny returned the hug, pressing her against his chest as if he didn't want to let her go. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to do it, Ozzie, I didn't want to..."

"Ssshhh, it's okay." Oswald hushed her, running his fingers along the nape of her neck and behind her ears, knowing that gesture always reassured her. "That damn rat forced you, so this will NOT stay that way, I promise," he whispered, pressing his lips to his wife's forehead, feeling her tremble in his arms. Then he separated and looked at her. "But why did you stop me from intervening? What did you do?" Ortensia looked at him, still mournful, and then blinked in surprise, with a face that had just remembered something... Then she lowered her eyes and sank her fingers inside her bodice. The blush of the Dutch hunter didn't wait, making him to remember with a warm smile when they had their first kiss years ago under that weeping willow. Then his smile turned into stupefaction when a round gold reliquary with the scarlet cross of the Templars emerged out of her cleavage. "Where did you get that?"

Ortensia handed it to him. "Mortimer had it in his neck, so this is the amulet you talked about the night we interrogated him at Basil's house, the one who protected him from Count Dragul's influence... So, I assume that without this, he's now vulnerable! "

Oswald's ears were raised in amazement at her words. He had forgotten that detail! How he could be so stupid? Now they had a great opportunity: He took the face of Ortensia and planted a loud kiss of surprise, savoring the whiskey from his own hip flask and then let go, leaving her dazed but with a big smile. "Well done, Ortensia! You're so smart, dear!"

"Bah, I hadn't planned it," she said, still smiling. "Does that mean... you're not mad at me anymore?"

"With you? I never was, my beloved." Oswald replied tenderly, taking the hands of the cat, making her sigh of relief... But then she gasped when she felt his fingers tighten hers, to then see that the black rabbit had a fierce expression under his mask. "But that doesn't mean that I won't have my retaliation later... I've to regain my dominance over what is mine."

"Oh," she murmured, feeling her cheeks burn and her heart beat wildly at the so dominant tone of Oswald's words. Then she laughed. "I could never refuse to that, my love." She added in a submissive and tender tone, knowing that it would cause a strong throb from her husband... In a specific part of his body. "But we will do it later, we must first reduce Mortimer and look for hints in his house... But we should find a way to break him down without having problems from his guests."

"You're right," Oswald muttered, frowning, brooding, then looking at the window and the starry sky. "...If Mick was here, we could make him hypnotize that rat and get him out of the way..."

"...You raaaaaang?"

"Aaaaaaahhh!" Oswald and Ortensia had shouted and jumped back in unison, luckily the music of the mansion had managed to prevent anyone from going to them. "Mickey, fuck, you almost kill us with fright!" Oswald yelled angrily at the smiling faces of Mickey and Mina Dragul, although their heads had emerged from above the window and now hung upside down.

"Hehehehe, an opportunity that I couldn't pass up, Van Helsing," Mickey replied with a mocking smile while Mina was holding her mouth to silence her giggles. "Did you need me, long ears?"

"It hurts to admit it, but yes." Oswald replied. "Tensia managed to leave Mortimer, the Count Dorkula without his vampire protection amulet, so we can hypnotize him to do exactly what we want."

"Really? How did she do it?" Mina asked in amazement. The smile on Ortensia's face vanished. "What...? Don't tell me that he..." She composed a threatening expression and her eyes flashed. "How could he have dared...!"

"And that's not all." Ortensia said in a low voice looking at her husband "... If we don't act fast, Mortimer will make his immoral entourage 'prepare me' for him... With this" And she showed them the cantharid. "Mortimer had it in his hand, it's an infamous aphrodisiac with very toxic effects, so I don't know if he will try to drug me or poison me."

"And he will do it over my dead body," Oswald said immediately. Mina jumped inside the window, her eyes shining menacingly.

"And over mine." she said fiercely. "...Let me take care of him."

"Are you... Sure, Minnie?" Her husband inquired suspiciously, also entering inside the window. The female mouse turned to him with a boastful gesture, unusual in her.

"I'm satiated with our dinner in the woods, dear, so I don't want to bite anyone... And come on, Mortimer gives me too much disgust to even sink my teeth on him. This is something I wanted to do for a long time."

"Well, if you're going to do something, it's better that you do it now." Oswald replied, taking a look from the corner of the lobby "...Mortimer has just left a room on the second floor."

"And what will I do?" Mickey asked crossing his arms. Oswald stepped forward and, taking out the stolen amulet, he put it on his wife's neck.

"You and I will take a short walk to the kitchens, rodent."


"My Lord Mortimer... At last we're alone," he heard Ortensia purr precisely. The heart of Mortimer Mouse jumped, believing that in the end the female black cat had surrendered for good and had come to present the white flag of surrender and with it, the access to her smooth thighs... Adopting a seductive attitude, the Duke took several steps forward, waiting for the beautiful black cat as a sign of submission, as any woman should be before someone as seductive as him... When he met her eyes, he didn't find two gems of an intense green and a tremulous smile, but two irises of a brilliant red color and a dark smile crooked and full of sharp teeth...


"You will obey everything I order you~"

"...Yes, my master."

"Then... I order you and the others to serve that wine," Mickey said mentally to the waiter, now with his eyes completely lost, pointing to a wine barrel where Oswald had finished emptying a powerful narcotic from a small green bottle and then stir it with a wooden ladle. The waiter and his assistants, all now subjugated to the power of Mickey, began to serve the adulterated drink in glasses and place it in several trays. The vampire and the hunter looked at each other with a mocking smile when they admired their work, when the revolving door of the kitchen opened, revealing the smiling faces of Mina and Ortensia, escorted by Mortimer with an air of being lost in his own world. "How was it, dear?" Mickey asked with satisfaction approaching the girls. The mouse shrugged with a humble gesture.

"It came out better than expected."

"It was sensational!" exclaimed Ortensia with enthusiasm, "Mortimer fell in three seconds after seeing her. Mina even ordered him to do a deadly somersault backwards and he did it!"

"Fantastic, let's start now before Tensia suggest to use Mortimer as a guinea pig for her experiments," Oswald teased tenderly, making her blush.

In this way, Mina and Mickey ordered Mortimer and the waiters to serve the wine glasses to the guests, with Mortimer announcing with joy the guests that he has an "exquisite and rare drink from the East" and that they would be the first to taste it, an unique and unrepeatable privilege... Inside and alone in the kitchen, the two couples tried to hold their laughter over how naively, each of the guests drank the adulterated drink, ending with the same Mortimer and the assistants drinking it in turn, as if it was a suicidal cult during their last supper. As the minutes passed, the four put together the new strategy.

"Very well, as soon as we see that everyone is asleep, we will close all the doors so that nobody can enter or leave... Mickey, you and Mina will go through the whole ground floor and the basement?"

"It doesn't sound very complicated... And maybe we last less than you," Mickey said smugly, Oswald just rolled his eyes.

"There is something very important that you should know: Before you both arrived, Mortimer was talking to a corpulent rat who called himself Ratigan," Ortensia explained ." He's tall, wearing a top hat and a suit, and carrying a cane. Mortimer had given him blueprints of the city that are very important, according to him... anyone see him? Ozzie?"

"Hummm, I don't remember seeing him," Oswald said, frowning. "Maybe we can see him among the guests when everyone falls... And speaking of that... Does anyone hear anything?" he asked raising one of his ears against the door: There was a strange silence that, for a few moments, had taken over the next room. The two couples, holding their breath, struggled to hear the slightest noise, until suddenly a guest dressed as a buffoon came suddenly through the door. Mickey and Oswald reacted by pushing their wives against the wall to defend them, but then they saw that the guest vomited against the wall and collapsed, already without moving, as if he had been hit with an invisible mallet. Oswald, Ortensia, Mickey and Mina looked at each other. Then they armed themselves with courage and left the kitchen, admiring with amazement and evident satisfaction, their work: It seemed as if a spell had plunged them into a dream of a hundred years, like the court of Sleeping Beauty; there were bodies leaning on the tables, on the chairs, or on the floor. No matter how much they moved them, they didn't react at all. The scene was presented in the lobby, where guests, cooks and servants were mired in sleep, adopting strange and grotesque figures.

Oswald and Mickey went to the front door to drag any body that had been left out and thus close the doors, when suddenly they saw a figure hunched against the wall of the lobby. Approaching more, they noticed that it was nothing less than Mortimer Mouse himself. A thread of drugged wine dripped down his chin and in the midst of his slumber and mental control there was a shadow of fear... Oswald took the wonderful opportunity to punch him in the face, previously placing one of his silver knuckles before doing it; the head of the rat hit the wall and collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely from the snout and uttering pitiful groans of pain, even in the midst of his torpor, then Oswald step on his genitals with one of his boots. "This was for Ortensia, asshole," Oswald whispered into his ear as he rummaged in his pockets and took out the set of keys to the mansion, before leaving him lying like a miserable sack of potatoes on the floor.

Mickey raised his eyebrows: "How nice you are, Ozzie; in other cultures you would castrate the bastard and put his bleeding genitals in his mouth."

"It will be in another moment." the hunter said shrugging, returning to the room full of bodies, while their wives inspected each guest. They noticed that Ortensia covered the bodies of the girls and boys that were used as pleasure toys with the coats of the other guests to cover their nudity.

"Any trace of that Ratigan?"

"We didn't see him," Mickey and Oswald replied at the same time.

"We don't either," Mina said shaking her head. "Well, let's split up: you guys upstairs and me and my Mickey down, it's a pretty big house, how long will last the effect of the drug, Van Helsing?"

Oswald started counting on his fingers. "I used the whole bottle and it is the strongest narcotic that Basil had in his laboratory according to Ortensia... maybe between six to ten hours."

"More than enough. It's midnight, we'll see each other here before dawn."

...

The house had two floors, so they wouldn't have to open too many doors to inspect. Luckily all the guests were in the main room and there was no need to neutralize anyone... Without the unconscious bodies in the great hall, the house would seem dead with such sudden silence after all the fuss and lack of control of before. Oswald and Ortensia Van Helsing had registered and turned upside down seven of the nine rooms of the second floor, not finding much in them but luxurious furniture, attics and even curious antiquarian objects. After spending half an hour in a room that served as a small library, they had discovered the immense debts of Mortimer Mouse and the written evidence of being constantly besieged by creditors ("And yet he makes these ridiculous and expensive parties!" Ortensia growled), as well as several letters from various casinos and even brothels and well-known dating houses in London. After closing the door, they approached the last one to check, which was on the right wing of the house and from which Mortimer had just left before falling under the influence of Mina, what could be there? It was closed, so it took a good ten minutes to find the right key... A soft golden glow greeted them...

Oswald raised his eyebrows, disconcerted. Ortensia blinked, dazed.

It was a middle-sized room, curiously not the biggest of all the house. The window was completely covered with ivory-colored curtains, so that not a single gust of wind was able to enter the room, completely filled with chandeliers with thick yellow and white candles commonly used in Churches, looking like trembling points of light and heat... much heat in fact, so Oswald went to open the window, showing him the London night sky, full dark and no stars… "It seems that it was here where Mortimer was intending to bring me."

"What?" Oswald asked sharply and focused his eyes on her: The female black cat was observing something on the bedside table next to a large bed of white sheets and embroidered bedspread. She turned to look at him and pointed with a grimace of disgust a ceramic bowl next to a candelabra, full of small brown candies, looking much like... The male black rabbit stared at her, feeling again the homicidal rage that had seized him over an hour ago. How could that rat have dared...? He felt that punching him and stepping on his testicles hadn't been enough satisfaction... He needed more. He wanted to do something more, something more to humiliate him...

"Oswald..." The alluded one raised the glance, meeting with the green eyes of Ortensia and her hands placing over his. By the light of the candles, those eyes seemed to shine more, as well as to highlight the delicate features of her face, already without that ridiculous pink mask... It was like an intense green forest bathed in the sun, a place when he'd be lost one and a thousand times more. Slowly, her hands broke free of his and began to wander, restless, by his long ears to then find the cord of his blue mask and taking it off, gasping to see the intense dark look of her husband... They had removed their masks and they were themselves again, in that place that looked more like a church altar than a room prepared for there to be perpetrated an abominable crime... Just as their eyes met, their lips did too, first in a soft and delicate cadence, but then moved on to something desperate, evidencing with their hands caressing both the neck and the waist of the other, hugging more, grabbing more. Soon the lack of air was present, and they had to separate, with burning cheeks and agitated breathing. Ortensia had a determined, almost defiant expression, and he was sure that his wasn't different... No. They have to stop. They weren't there to waste time, they had to keep investigating, they had to... But like a moth attracted to the light of the flames, Oswald took again dominance of her mouth, burning her, claiming her, possessing her...

He half-opened the eyes, hearing Ortensia sighing and moaning against his mouth: She was feeling Oswald's big hands on her thighs, still above her wide skirt, making her shudder against him. Her gaze was now ignited, like a bonfire in the middle of a clearing. They couldn't think anymore; they couldn't act rationally anymore. The black rabbit parted and went to the door. The hall was totally deserted, not a fly was heard... Then Oswald closed the door and ran the latch, securing it inside. "What am I doing? I feel like a youngling with my behavior... We look like immature youngs in heat." he thought with an intense blush on his cheeks. But when he turned around, all mature thinking went to sink when he saw Ortensia sitting on the edge of the bed, no longer wearing her boots and playing with the edges of the carpet with her bare feet, giving him a radiant smile... She had understood, she had followed this sudden and naughty game... In that way, Oswald just entered into the "autopilot" mode: He approached her as a predator would do before a helpless prey, and she had already begun to back up until being in the middle of the feather mattress. The cat's smile widened as she became imprisoned under the robust body of the rabbit. The emotion, danger and the absurd but exciting sacrilege of fucking in the same bed where she could have been raped seized her to the core... "Hopefully the Draguls won't hear us," Ortensia murmured, sliding her hand down her husband's flushed cheek. Immediately the male rabbit rubbed against her warm palm.

"Even if they hear us, I doubt they'll come in. Or maybe they'll pretend dementia... I really don't give a damn." he murmured in turn, already totally surrendered to the situation and then stole Ortensia's breath by deep and fierce kisses, while his hands placed hers over her head, immobilizing her between the soft mattress and the firm chest of Oswald. The rabbit gently licked her lower lip, asking permission to enter, something Mrs. Van Helsing gladly granted, causing the tongues to engage in a brief but intense battle for the other's supremacy, with Ortensia losing on purpose, letting herself be dominated by the hunter, writhing under his body. Oswald let her breathe for a moment, separating from her lips to kiss along her cheekbones and jaw... And then make her gasp and writhe harder when he bite her throat hard, leaving a mark on her fur that he immediately relieved with his saliva, to then suck her pulse point with vehemence ("Ozzie, did you suddenly became a vampire, or is that you were infected with Count Dragul's tricks?" she sighed with pleasure). It seems that this aggressive act from him had aroused the carnivore instinct of the woman, because she began to get rid of his heavy black pirate jacket and then she did it with his white shirt, managing to tear it a bit, sighing again when she felt the fur and the hard muscles of her husband's back, which contracted at the touch of her fingers, caressing each new and old scar from different fights, a privilege that only she possessed.

A sudden movement that made their sexes rubbed over their clothes made her let out a meow so sweet and so erotic that Oswald lost patience: He grabbed Ortensia and he sat up abruptly, placing her in his lap, kissing, licking and biting her neck with an almost vampiric passion, while the black cat got rid of her top jacket and she got rid of the fringes of her corset, loosening it and leaving her big and round breasts to the hungry look of her husband, who immediately had sunk between them and bite with intensity. "Huummmmmph!" she moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure that ran down her spine. "Yes, yes... Like this," she murmured as the rabbit squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and kissed another, sucking on it like a cub looking for milk... She strokes Oswald's nape and long ears, pressing him closer to her. Soon the bulge in the hunter's dark trousers was too tight against her thigh, so she climbed out of his lap and crouched in front of him, arching her back and purring against his cheek and neck. Oswald smiled amused as he caressed her behind her ears and slid his hand down her back to the end of the corset where the wide purple and black skirt was, beginning undo the buttons that bound it to this... But a panting had deconcentrated him: Ortensia had descended, slowly and torturously through his chest, doing her ritual of kissing and licking his old scars, something that always tenderize and arouse the black rabbit. Her claws, flexed, slightly scratched the short fur, the muscles and the striated skin of his abdomen, making him sigh for more.

"After all these years, I can't believe you can still make me hot that way."

Ortensia laughed at Oswald's quiet words and again caressed with her claw across his chest and abdomen. "After all these years, I can't believe you're still looking damned good, it's practically a crime."

Oswald just laughed. She, laughing too, came to the edge of his pants, where his trapped erection was crying out for his freedom, as well as her attention and affection. The female black cat undid the button with a flourish of her hand and saw it unfold before her, ruddy and fleshy, throbbing and inviting. There the rabbit's laugh was cut off; He felt an intense ardor on his cheeks as he watched his wife place soft kisses along his curved member until she reached the tip, as if it were a lollipop. Then a sharp gasp escaped him as he felt her swallow it; the heat of the whiskey she had drunk had still lingered on her tongue, making her mouth feel warmer than usual. "…Fuck, yes, Tensia," Oswald muttered, stroking her hair, beginning to move his hip unconsciously against her mouth. "That feels so good." Pleased, the cat kept moving to the beat, scratching the old wounds of his chest with one hand and stroking his fuzzy testicles with the other, taming and placing the famous vampire hunter at her will. She wanted to continue until the end, determined to suck his soul for his cock as a succubus would, but...

Ortensia couldn't help but be frightened when a hand grabbed her by the neck and forced her to sit up, finding Oswald's eyes completely cloudy by lust, a look she knew very well. She willingly let herself be kissed by him, throwing her arms around his neck and returning the kiss with all the enthusiasm and desire that she was capable of, feeling a sudden cold air in her legs: Oswald had managed to get rid of the skirt of her dress, leaving only in her white bloomers, her stockings and suspenders. Slowly, he pushed her back against the mattress, kissing her and running his fingers through the warm black fur. He sat up a little to look at her: There was so much trust and love in those green gems, glazed with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed and her fur was messy with sweat... She was at his mercy, on the same bed where Mortimer had planned to rape her... That idea caused both disgust and overwhelming pleasure at the same time. ("May God forgive us, what sinful thoughts!" He thought with a grimace), he bowed again to kiss her with passion and ardor, seeking to erase and eradicate any essence of the filthy Mortimer and leave only his... He was going to mark his territory and he would do it now. He continued devouring her with kisses as he felt the soft, silky texture of her stockings, raising his hands to the lacy edge of her bloomers.

"Lift your hips." Oswald ordered hoarsely. The female cat shuddered and obeyed, feeling the cloth was removed, leaving her exposed and helpless before him.

Her breathing quickened even more, unconsciously she opened her legs wider and moved her hips subtly, wanting to attract her husband's attention... But Oswald, sitting down on the bed again, grabbed her by her thights and raised her to his face, giving her a malicious smile that made her blush even more, before sticking his mouth in her sex and lick profusely from her clitoris to deep inside her vagina. "Aaaah! Oswald!" she exclaimed closing her eyes, covering her mouth immediately afterwards, ashamed for giving such a cry. "How indecent, to hear us this way, how dirty is all this... but I love it!" she thought as she moaned and writhed arching her back like a possessed, feeling the contractions of pleasure in her belly at every wet touch of his warm and expert tongue, feeling the juices inside her slip like oil in the midst of her trembling legs that Oswald was grabbing with an iron grip to keep her still and continue tasting her as if she was an exquisite delicacy... And since his eyes were closed, it was evident that this was the case. Gasps and moans escape the gag of her hand, her inner walls throbbed, she was desperate to cum and at the same time desperate to have Oswald inside her... Almost reaching the peak of pleasure, the female cat felt that her legs were placed on the rabbit's hips and he had moved over her, causing his member to enter with a single thrust, something that made her feel her internal juices pour out in an intense orgasm, while a loud meow escaped her, throwing her head backward.

There was nothing more for Mr. and Mrs. Van Helsing than that forbidden and insane moment, something that had happened in the past. The dozens of lit candles in the room caused the heat to rise and sweat to run down their furs as they moved wildly on the white blankets. It was an almost divine as almost diabolical image, a scenario as heavenly as that, made to unleash both their carnal desire and the deep love they had for each other, staying like a block of granite in front of waves and storms, after so many years. Ortensia's hips fluttered as she felt each thrust of his cock with a mixture of pleasure and pain as if he was sinking a hot dagger into her insides, tightening her legs around his waist trying to make it even deeper, buried her face in his neck. "Ozzie... Ozzie, Ozzie, Ozzie...!" she sighed his name without stopping, clinging more to him, scratching his back due to the excitement, causing future scars that the black rabbit would be happy to carry, as well as having her own instead, evidencing with the bites that Oswald was making in her neck, collarbone and shoulders while continuing ramming her, roughly and passionately, just as she liked it. He was grabbing her by the buttocks to be able to go deeper and pace the movement of their bodies, feeling his testicles bounced against her ass, while she opened her legs more, feeling him reach to her cervix, making her screaming even more loudly... Suddenly Ortensia noticed something she hadn't seen at first: On the ceiling there was a narrow mirror of polished silver, probably put so that Mortimer could admire his own perversion while he was with some prostitute... But she could admire her own eroticism: She could see Oswald's muscular back, his black cotton tail wagging furiously, her own legs and claws clinging to him and her own flushed face. It seemed beautiful, seeing their mutual nakedness sent her into the stratosphere of pleasure. Tears ran down her cheeks, her head was spinning, her insides burned and throbbed... Deliciously.

"You're mine... Mine ... I love you..."

"And I love you... You're part of me."

"All this life and the one that follows... yes..."

"Yes... Yes..."

And so, they both reached their own Le Petit Mort, with Oswald growling against her neck and Ortensia letting out an audible scream of pure satisfaction that anyone on the first floor (if that person had been conscious of) could have heard. The cat felt his warm and thick sperm slide into her belly as he had done so many times, draining out a bit and bathing her thighs, still trembling from her own spasms, still hugging her husband as if he was a buoy in the middle of the sea, while Oswald pressed her against himself, still panting on the side of her face, feeling their hearts beat violently, one next to another, like drums... They looked at each other, sweating, panting and with reddened faces. Then they laughed for their mischief committed, still embraced to each other. Then she heard Oswald laugh softly against her neck.

"What's wrong?" Ortensia murmured, looking at him. The male rabbit had a malicious smile that matched his reddened cheeks.

"I can't help thinking that Mortimer, who will wake up without knowing what happened, will lie down in this bed and feel our smell. If he is smart enough, he'll understand what happened.

"He deserves it; Who in their right mind uses cantharides? If having the desire is enough." She whispered hugging her husband, purring with satisfaction. "Besides... Cantharids have toxic effects, and they don't excite you as much as something like this..." She added, making a sudden circular movement with her hips that made Oswald snarl against her neck in surprise and pleasure. He looked at her briefly and hugged her tightly, sitting up and sitting her in his lap, still giving small thrusts with his pelvis.

It had been a while since more of the half of the candles had been consumed, but the heat was still in the room, intact.


"I didn't imagine that Mortimer could fall lower." Mina growled. Mickey nodded silently, watching the room around them.

They had already finished touring the ground floor, the kitchen and the living room of the mansion, without finding any trace of Lord Ratigan, who seemed to have vanished under the handkerchief of an illusionist, as well as some clue of the Blotling. Beginning to feel disappointed, the Draguls entered the basement where the wines and other foodstuffs were kept, looking without interest at the barrels of wine and champagne, as well as the sausages, cheeses and smoked hams... Until they had noticed a door of wood, curiously small, half hidden between sacks of potatoes and flour. Both looked at each other, thinking whether to enter or not... In the end they decided. Unceremoniously, Mickey had destroyed the knob on the door, managing to open it and crawling inside. A sordid darkness had received them from the other side, as if it was a cave or a tunnel. They went on, their fangs and claws ready for any attack... Until they noticed a reddish glow at the end of the tunnel. Knowing that it was far from dawn, it was obvious that it was an adjacent chamber... And in fact, the reddish light were lamps that illuminated a room: It was a circular chamber, the walls were whitewashed with lime, but still it had a gloomy appearance, with air that reminded a little of the catacombs of Paris. Around them were several sepulchral slabs, each one with a statue of an angel, but with no angelic expressions, but terrifying... As they looked more closely at the walls, Mickey noticed strange objects on stone shelves glued to the wall: chains and neck shackles commonly used by the slaves of the colonies in Africa and America. Frowning, Mickey took them and smelled them: There were traces of dried blood, as if it had recently been used by someone.

"Curious that Mortimer has this in a sacred place of rest... And I don't really think he's fond of expiating his sins with punishments."

"It seems that he prefers to expiate for the sins of... others" Mina growled from the other side, turning to see him: She was holding a leather whip. "This has traces of blood, and it's not Mortimer's."

The Count raised his eyebrows. "It seems that satisfying the low desires in the traditional way wasn't enough for that rat..." he grimaced. "Even for a creature like me, it's repulsive."

Mina snorted and sat on a grave. "I still can't help but feel a chill about how close I was to not running away from home to not marry him... I can still remember the words of my governesses and tutors regarding my doubts on that subject: "Don't worry, sweetheart... Love is also learned."... I had almost come to believe that, that I could learn to love him, that it would be best to do my duty, so as not to upset Uncle Scrooge... Now I see everything and I'm shivering on how I could have ended if I had married Mortimer: Enduring these horrible parties and if I refused to be with him, surely dragged me chained to a dungeon like this... And Ortensia could have ended in this place. " she murmured closing her eyes... To then open them to feel the claws of Mickey cradling her face.

"I have always said that it's not good to cling to the decisions of the past, but to worry about the ones you will have to take later... You made your decision and now you are here with me." the vampire mouse murmured, looking down and kneeling in front of her. "Well... I don't know whether to consider myself worthy of you, but I would never lock you up in a punishment chamber."

"No, you're more than worthy of me," Mina whispered caressing the vampire's cheek, smiling. "You're more than that, you're my husband... For all eternity or until the sun explodes and burns us all."

"I don't doubt that, my dear," Mickey murmured, taking her hand and kissing it fervently... Then he remained motionless for a moment, like listening to something. In front of the strange face of his wife, the Count made a malicious smile. "... And if you're worried about Ortensia Van Helsing... Don't worry: I think she's enjoying herself in her own dungeon, hehe."

"What are you...?" Mina's words died in her throat when she heard a scream from the female black cat several floors above... But her sensitive ears caught a tone of pleasure and lust in her cry... Ortensia wasn't in danger, but... "No, it can't be ... She and... Oswald? Are they doing...?" She grimaced with shock: "But how indecent they are, and they say they are a devoted Christian couple! Doing those things in Mortimer's house...!" Mickey laughed, hugging his wife, clutching her tightly, preventing her from escaping.

"Come on, don't be hard on them... That rat made them have a hard time, they have the right to have fun, and besides..." he continued approaching dangerously to her, brushing her lips with his breath. "...when the blood is restless, that desire, powerful, intoxicating and sweeping, seizes you and consumes you, no matter your race or your religion, my darling." he whispered hoarsely and lowering his eyelids, shaking the female vampire mouse.

"I suppose... that can also be said about you, my lord" she whispered in turn, in velvety tone, placing her arms on the back of the mouse. Mickey couldn't take it anymore and melted into a deep kiss with Mina, a long, imperious, thirsty for blood , the kisses transformed into soft and sensual bites to the lips of the other, eliciting moans and gasps of surprise and pain. The vampire mouse pressed closer to the female, diverting the kisses to her neck, where she enjoyed herself with profuse bites and hickeys, all the while massaging Mina's long dark hair with his fingers. In turn, she, completely anxious, took off the black cloak from her husband, as well as his neat black vest and white shirt, making a pile of clothes on the stone floor.

Mickey smirked against her lips. "It seems that the desire also woke up in you, my dear," he whispered emphatically, getting rid of her outer jacket and tearing off her bodice with a single jerk, making her exclaim in surprise at the brutality of the movement, covering her breasts unconsciously, then feeling silly: She was supposed to be his wife, she didn't have to hide anything from him... Mickey took her hands and gently pushed them aside, observing with tenderness and lust the great and appetizing breasts of the female mouse. "I'll never get tired of seeing them, just like I'll never get tired of you," he murmured with desire, then devouring her again with kisses and clinging to her, feeling his chest crush against her breasts, making her moan harder against his mouth, wanting more. Surrounding his neck and opening her lips to entangle her tongue against his, Mina was letting herself fall backwards, letting out a gasp at the icy cold of the worn sepulchral slab, dragging Mickey on top of her, inviting him to continue ahead. They wouldn't wait to find some comfortable bed of feathers as the male rabbit and the female cat had done... They would do it there and now.

Count Dragul would never admit it, much less in front of the devout Van Helsing couple, but the idea of doing it in a crypt, in a resting place for the dead, was exciting and boiling his blood. He pulled away from her lips and grabbed her two breasts at once, crushed his mouth into them, sucking noisily from her nipples, now hard between his teeth. "Mi... Mickey, aaah, Mickey!" Mina exclaimed incoherently, writhing between his claws, feeling her voice rumble in the mortuary chamber. She opened her legs wider, feeling her husband rub against her, blushing as she felt the hardness of his cock against her thigh... Wanting to savor it. With efforts, she managed to making him stay on his knees, while she got up and approached the hard bulge of his pants, kissing him and licking him on the cloth, making the mouse gasp at such an erotic scene... He himself lowered the pants for her to take out his member. He couldn't help stifling a scream when Mina popped the whole thing into her mouth, causing the vampire to begin to see blurred due to pleasure. He grabbed her face and pushed her deeper against him, growling with satisfaction, until it came hard inside her mouth. The female vampire almost choked on so much semen in her throat, but she managed to swallow everything, then sat up to kiss her husband savagely, making him moan when he tasted himself. They allowed themselves to rest for a few moments until Mina grabbed her husband and slammed him against the grave of surprise, standing on top of him and kissing him fiercely, biting his lower lip with force until he bled. Still panting, Mickey looked at her: Her eyes were like burning embers... She was in a frenzy. Before he could say anything, she placed her wet vagina on his face.

"Mickey, adore me... Adore me as you know how to do it." she whispered. The mouse vampire smiled and placed his claws on her thighs, opening them more for him.

"As my queen wishes," he muttered, and immediately she began to moan he slid his tongue deep into her vagina, drinking from the divine source she had offered him, while she took jumps of pure pleasure, rubbing her pussy against his face while she threw her head back. Mickey tried his best to please her, sliding his claws down her thighs and then down her waist. The Count Dragul couldn't take it anymore and grabbing Mina by the waist, he lifted her slightly and pushed her back, making her bottom brush his cock, making it clear what he wanted. Crazed with pleasure, Mrs. Dragul inserted his member deep inside her, letting out a trembling moan in the air. She turned to look at him, her eyes shining like rubies under the sun. "Imagine I'm a bull of Lydia, dear," Mickey laughed and began to push harder from his position, making her moan louder.

A little self-conscious at first, she began to rise and fall on his member, but when she caught the rhythm, began to put a lot of energy.

Her breasts bounced cheerfully in front of him and completely crazed, he ran his hands from her hips to her breasts, squeezing them. "Miiiickeeyyyy!" she had shouted of pure ecstasy, in a way that it was obvious that she would be heard by her friends upstairs. She lowered the body to be able to kiss him and their mouths merged in a long and sensual kiss... There were a point that the sepulchral slab was about to crack as they were violently fucking, soon the kisses became bites to the mouth of the other, making trickles of blood trickle down their chins, licking with ravenous hunger the blood of the other... He couldn't stand much more, ready to explode. "Mickey... Mickey! No... I can't ... Uuuughhhn!" Mina yelled as she convulsed violently over Mickey, hearing Mickey's harsh grunt as he filled her with his seed, grabbing her hard against him, touching the Paradise with their fingers. They remained embraced for a while, with her head resting on his neck, breathing rhythmically, their limbs tangled and trying to catch their breath.

"But what indecent, my dear... Doing it at my old fiancé's house, and moments ago I censored the Van Helsings for the same thing... But I loved this." She whispered against the neck of her husband. Mickey smiled, placing his arms under his head.

"I told you, when the blood wants it, it consumes you... But, do I tell you something, dear?" He paused and planted a kiss on her forehead, pearled with sweat. "My blood is not calm yet."

Laughter and eventually new moans were heard again in the crypt.

...

Basil and Donald slowly approached the end of the alley where the Blotling had escaped, with the agents guarding them from the rear. There were bags and a couple of garbage boxes. They were sure that Blotling couldn't have gone flying, nor was it a ghost... So, how could it have vanished? "He disappeared in the same way as the Blotling we had fought before... The Count Dragul said it hadn't gone flying, nor is he able to get through the walls," Basil murmured, resting his hand on the cold and dirty brick wall, without any sign of ink... Suddenly, his gaze became strange, between abstracted and absent, as he looked slowly towards the ground, full of garbage..

"Detective, what are you doing?" Donald asked when he saw the mouse throw pieces of old boxes and garbage bags back, leaving the agents equally surprised. Then he stood still, looking at the ground. "My dear Donald, do you know a famous phrase of Saint Augustin?" He turned to look at the duck's confused face, as well as the policemen's. Then, he made a sign so that they will approach him. Fear but also curious, the others approached Basil, who placed his lamp on the ground... An exclamation of several policemen cut the cold air of May:

On the floor, next to a piece of garbage, there was a external sewer pipe full of ink stains, clearly visible.

"You eliminate the sewer and the dirtness will destroy the most beautiful building."

TO BE CONTINUED.


Author's Note:

(1) Quote of Hans Christian Andersen.

(2) Spanish fly (Lytta vesicatoria) is an emerald-green beetle often referred to as Cantharid. The insect is the source of the terpenoid cantharidin, a toxic blistering agent once used as an aphrodisiac. In France they were called "Richielu's caramels". In one ocasion, in 1772, the Marquis of Sade was accused of poisoning several prostitutes with Spanish fly. After a day of orgy, two of the girls suffered an indisposition that subsided after a few days.