This Little Piggy 3

By Bill Kieffer

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Captain Carrot and the Amazing Zoo Crew was a humor/funny animal comic from the '80's. The Harmony Trap is an inverted parody, taking concepts that were created were humorous effect and twisted them into a gritty, realistic send-up with a straight face. So, yes, you can expect adult themes.

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Peter slept much too much of late. Of course, his body was healing and healing took a lot out of a fur, even when that fur's body was quite effectively furless. Which was the reason he'd woken up, it seemed. He was cold.

He moved his head enough to see that he had only one sheet covering him. Usually he had two and a thin wool blanket that Wolfie had given him years ago. It appeared that someone had been in the process of changing his bed sheets and then wandered off with the job half done.

He looked about the room for the orderly, his limp ears straining for any sound in the room as he couldn't see all of his room. It just wasn't possible that they left him alone, was it? He caught the edge of panic and pushed it down. Of course, it was possible and it was all right. There was a full staff just outside the door; doctors and nurses, not a few of which he'd trained himself, who knew his medical needs as well as Wolfie knew his other needs.

They were just on the other side of the door, a few step away.

Yet, for Peter, a few steps was much, much too far. The biometric accident that allowed his mind to occupy the artificial Porcine, Pig Iron, had destroyed much of his motor control and about half of his physical sensations. As Pig Iron, he was an unstoppable juggernaut, but he felt little or nothing from within that metallic body.

He gritted his teeth and tried to force the fingers of his right hand to bend just a bit. He could do that much, at least. He's done it before. But this time there was no buzz that usually accompanied successful finger twitching. He struggled with his head and useless body until he could see down his right arm where his empty hand lay.

He frowned. This just wasn't right. That didn't mean anything was wrong. There was no reason to think the base was under attack. Yes, he had lots of enemies, but not a single one of them knew where he was or the secret behind the metallic "superhero." Not even his team-mates knew the full story, and that was just fine with Peter, and was pretty much mandated by his superiors. He hated to let anyone look at him like this... weak, helpless, harmless... except his precious, silly puppy who was wiser in his own way than anyone else he knew and who saw the real Peter Rooney and not the ruined creature everyone else saw.

"Intercom," he commanded, although the sound of it was soft and muffled even to his own ears. Nothing. He just wasn't speaking loudly enough. That was all. "Intercom," he tried again, feeling the muscles in his neck straining as he "shouted." He reeled dizzily from the effort, but he was sure he had spoken loudly enough for the voice actuation to kick in.

There should have been a tone and a pleasant voice announcing that the intercom was now active. "Wolfie," he called out on the off-chance that the intercom was already on and set to pick up his soft voice. He was certain he sounded calm and not at all frightened to find himself alone. "Wolfie, I need you."

He lied there perfectly still as that was all he could do at the moment. On the inside, however he was pacing furiously. Dr. Peter Rooney -- possibly the strongest superhero who was also a government operative -- was ironically nothing more than a Mammalian paperweight on his days off. He couldn't even wipe the tears from his eyes.

Then, suddenly, the door to his room burst opened as two males strode into the room. One was a nurse he recognized from the night shift, a Simian with a dark complexion and spiral tribal symbols shaved into his fur. The other was an Avian he did not recognize, although he was clearing an orderly from the way he was dressed: in two piece scubs.

Was it night time already? Or was it morning? Where was Wolfie? He was too tired to speak, so he closed his eyes to gather his strength, and hopefully to blink away his tears.

Suddenly, Peter's gown was lifted over his head and he felt thick strong fingers gingerly touching his sheathe. "You're right," the nurse grumbled, "Pulled the catheter right out. What the hell made you try to move him without help?"

"I don't know," the bird said defensively. "He doesn't look that heavy, does he? Hey, what are you doing?"

Peter wondered the very same thing himself. Although the sensations seemed far away, there was no mistaking the manipulation going on between his legs. His face grew very flush indeed.

"I'm manually stimulating his genitals. Even when comatose, a Mammal's sexual organs will still respond to tactile sensation. I need to check for bruising along the shaft and I can't do that with his willie hiding in there, can I?"

"Are you sure? I've never seen anyone do that before."

"You've accidentally ripped the catheter out of a lot of males, have you?"

Peter tried to tell them to stop, that he was awake, but his voice seemed to have abandoned him and the effort left him dizzy.

"He's moaning! He's getting off on what you're doing, Mac. That's frigging gay, you know that?"

"He's in a comma, fool, and even if he wasn't he knows this has to be done. And it's not like I'm enjoying this. Ah, there we are. You're a lucky bastard, Jay. No bruises. Here let me lift him up and you finish changing the sheets, ok?"

Suddenly, the gown was pulled away from Peter's face. Peter stared angrily up at the nurse that had manipulated his genitals without so much as a greeting. The Simian smiled gently down at him as if Peter had just entered the room. "I'm going to lift you up now, Dr. Rooney, so that Jay can change your bed sheets without hurting you. OK?"

"I was awake, damn you..." But before Peter could finish his sentence the nurse slid his huge hairy arms under the Porcine like he was nothing more than a bag of potatoes. He sighed with frustration as he was shifted and then cradled with just one of the nurses incredibly long arms. He muttered and slurred his speech and neither the nurse nor the orderly had the sensitive Lupine ears that helped Wolfie hear what he was saying. He was warm, at least, as his backside and left side were cradled by a wall of flesh.

Peter calmed himself and concentrated on speaking distinctly and clearly, now that he was this close to the Simian's ear. "Where... Is... Waldo?"

The nurse looked down at Peter and clearly still had to decipher what it was that he had said. "Waldo was called to another level, Doctor. He will be back here in about two hours. Would you like me to beep him, let him know you need him?"

YES!

But he shook his head no, instead, and let his head loll back, exhausted. And exhausted by so little! Just last week, -- or was it last month? -- he'd been tossing tanks about in a training exercise. Tanks! Now even his own head was too heavy for him.

He stared without even realizing he was looking at himself in the mirror of the bathroom he'd never been in. It wasn't just that he'd gotten used to seeing Pig Iron looking back. No, it was that corpse the big ape was holding in the mirror couldn't possibly be him. But he blinked and it blinked and his lips moved and its lips moved a bit... after a fashion.

He started to cry because he realized Wolfie had lied. His once pale pink face was grey and yellow with burn scars and his snout was half gone. He was ugly! He looked like a pale Rept on half his face and that half wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried.

He was ugly and weak and his lover was never coming back for him. There was no reason to hang on this body any more. No reason at all.

To be continued...