Kit and Fudge we're in the hole in the tree as they slept peacefully. Kit's tail was wagging wildly as he dreamed unfortunately he was dragged down and hit the ground. Kit's vision swam before he looked up to see Turbo. Suddenly his face burned as his brain trailed back to his dream; he avoided eye contact with Turbo. The racer only had a cruel smirk,
"Did I interrupt something important?" Turbo said somewhat wishing he didn't have to collar on Kit. The NPC frantically shook his head no,
"Well thince you're not busy. Why don't you come with me to the cathtle...unlethth you want Fudge to know what you we're dreaming about." Turbo said and he swore he could see Kit's shame had doubled, he ran towards the cage door with no hesitation. The racer smiled and opened the cage door before kicking the modified NPC onto the pavement. Turbo jumped out of the cage and locked it he grabbed Kit by his ears and made his way to the castle. As Turbo and Kit got to the castle and started going into the fungen. He was pleased to see that the runt hadn't even tried to escape. Probably in fear that if he did Turbo would tell Fudge what was in his dirty mind. Finally Turbo got to the deepest part of the fungen and moved to a cell that had a table with metal straps made of good. Kit's eye's widened in horror he tried to squirm out but the kings tight grip was too strong. But that still didn't make since to him; why was he so weak lately? Turbo zipped the suit off Kit and threw it on the floor he then detached the collar on his neck. Before strapping him belly down on the table; very tightly around his arms, waist, and legs. The only parts Kit could move around was his head, ears, and tail. But still he tried to squirm his way out but was stopped when Turbo said;
"Don't even try to escape. Your thuit uses those thpecial lines. To enter thmall amountth of thleeping medicine into your blood thtream. Thince it'th a thmall amount it only maketh you a little tired. Whenever doing thtrenuouth activitieth. It also lowerth your thtrength." Kit paled,
"Let me go!" He screamed. Kit felt a small burst of happiness from being able to talk but hid it. He didn't want to focus on that he needed to get away for Turbo.
"Not until you tell me how that connection of you and Fudge's work." He said,
"I don't know!" Kit retorted. Turbo frowned slightly and went to a mini fridge behind Kit. The bunny tried to turn his head but he wasn't an owl so he couldn't turn it enough to see. Kit started shaking he couldn't move, he couldn't break himself and he was at the mercy of the racer. Suddenly the NPC felt hard wet snack on his butt, he screamed as a chill went through his body. Turbo came in front of Kit holding a big bass his face burned a bright red.
"Tell me! How doeth it work? Or I'll beat you with thith until you can't feel your bottom." Turbo said,
"I-I really don't know." Kit said as tears started to build in his eye's.
"Fine! You asked for thith!" The racer said with malice in his voice he then moved back to behind Kit. And started smacking him; he kept going as Kit's bottom had turned red as he bawled and begged for it to stop. Finally he stopped and the fiance's face was drenched in tears. As his tail and bottom felt like they had been dipped in lava. Turbo put the fish back into the fridge and went to a toolbox. Meanwhile Kit was hiccuping as he tried to control his breathing. His heart ached as he wanted his sugar mama and knew she was worried about him. Kit felt a sudden pain in his bottom again and he screamed, Turbo came back around and held a jawbreaker knife. It was coated in candy blood,
"Please...I don't know how it works I only know that whatever I feel Fudge feels. And vice-virsa." Kit said his voice raspy from crying and screaming, Turbo pressed the blade to his nose.
"Fine lookth like I'm going to have to try Fudge." He said causing Kit's eye's to dilate in horror,
"Please don't hurt her! You can kill me if you want but please!" He said. Turbo pulled the knife up digging into Kit's nose. He screamed again and Turbo threw the knife away before undoing the straps. Kit fell to the ground landing on his back he rolled over on his belly. Just in time to see Turbo pouring something into his suit the racer walked back and zipped the suit back on Kit. He dropped the bunny again and this time he landed on his bottom he whimpered in pain. Turbo then grabbed the collar and walked back over to Kit,
"Please don't hurt Fudge." He whispered as sleep began to take over. Turbo scoffed and put the collar back on,
"Not until I figure out how it workth. Even if I have to get it pixel by pixel." Kit felt tears flood his eye's before sleep took over him and his eye's closed.