Chapter 14

Trevor walked down the stairs on shaky legs. He tried to use his spider-legs to support himself, but almost all of his energy was drained. As he expected, Angel took notice of his struggling.

"What the fuck happened to you?" the spider asked as he helped Trevor to the couch.

"Nifty," Trevor replied. "She sucked me dry."

"Energy-wise, or semen-wise?"

"Both."

Angel didn't reply, but his face showed his surprise and impression.

As Trevor regained his energy, Charlie walked down. She saw him, then looked around. Trevor suspected that she was looking for someone.

"Where's Vaggie?" she asked.

"She's not with you?" Trevor inquired.

"I thought she was with you. She said she was going to talk to you."

"How long ago was that?"

"About thirty minutes."

Shit, Trevor thought. I was on my second reserve of semen thirty minutes ago.

"I saw her walk out about that time," Husk interjected. "She said she was going to the Tails Up bar."

"Oh, no," Charlie said worriedly. "That's the worst bar she could have picked."

Trevor stood up quickly and marched outside. He quickly shifted into a massive greyhound and followed Vaggie's now-familiar scent. The trail followed the most direct path to the Tails Up bar.

He shifted back into his humanoid form and walked inside. There was drinking, laughing, and yelling everywhere. It'd be hard to find Vaggie in this mess. Unless...

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. He turned his head to see his target fighting off a group of enormous demons.

"What's your problem, bitch?" a pig-headed demon yelled.

"You are my problem!" Vaggie replied loudly. "Y-You tried to get me t-too follow you! Well, I'm not going anywhere u-until I'm dead from alcohol p-poisoning!"

"It's worse than I thought," Trevor said to himself. "A lot worse."

Before any of the bigger demons could attack her, Trevor pushed her out of the way and used his spider-limbs to keep the demons away from him. The demons were confused, while Vaggie was just plain angry.

"Who the fuck just pushed me-!" She stopped when she saw Trevor in her place. "You! You're the reason all of th-this is happening in the f-first place!"

"Yes, I am," Trevor admitted. "Sorry for my friend, gents. A little household trouble, is all."

"Get her out of my bar," the pig demon growled, "before I show the both of ya's what for."

"Yes, sir." Trevor walked over to Vaggie and pulled her back outside. She wasn't very pleased with this.

"Let go of me!" she yelled. "I-I have my rights!"

"Yes, but you don't have the right to destroy a bar in a drunken rage," Trevor replied.

"Oh, I'm not as think as you drunk I am!"

"Sure, Vaggie." Trevor had enough of her struggling and wrapped her up in silk before slinging her over his shoulder. "Sure."


Trevor returned to the Hotel with a sleeping Vaggie in his arms. After wandering around the city so she could calm down before going back to the Hotel, Trevor saw that she had fallen asleep. So he freed her from the silk and carried her bridal style to the Hotel.

"Is she OK?" Charlie asked, trying not to panic.

"She's just sleeping," Trevor replied. "She had too much to drink."

Charlie understood and took them upstairs to her room. Trevor set Vaggie down on the bed, while Charlie went back downstairs to get some pain meds and a bucket.

"Trevor?" Vaggie whimpered, her orange eye opening and staring at him in fear.

"Yes, Vaggie?" he replied gently.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that stuff about you."

"It's fine. You were one hundred percent correct on every single one."

"But that doesn't make it right."

Trevor just walked out of the room, going to his own room to pack up.

"I'm not staying here anymore," he mumbled to himself. "It's too much."