I know this one's a bit short, the shortest chapter I've written so far. Originally, this one and the next one was supposed to be one chapter, but I found that it ended up longer than I anticipated and that one scene and the following one didn't connect well and was better left separated by the lull between the two chapters. So I'm splitting them up.
Chapter 28
"Come in, please." Surge moved aside to allow Calhoun inside.
"Are you fucking me?" Aika blurted out, her blue eyes never leaving the pale figure under Tamora's arm as the sergeant lumbered in carrying her passengers. The female pirate glared at the arcade guardian. "You do realize she's carrying a criminal who's supposed to be dead and in effing digital hell, right?"
"Don't worry, Aika," Dyne assured her gruffly. "I'm quite certain Sergeant Calhoun has a logical explanation for bringing Turbo here." He regarded the sergeant in the same manner as the female pirate. "Right?"
"Knowing Sarge..." Tails said, "she might. And Kohut looks hurt." The fox's blue eyes shifted to the second-in-command's crippled form. He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Kohut for the right-hand man to end up like that. However, his fear was in the nether regions like everyone else in the room at the fact that Calhoun was carrying the most hated character in Game Central Station.
"Sergeant Calhoun," Deanna began, fear saturating her voice as the Hero's Duty lead found a seat on the floor near Surge's desk. Tamora placed Kohut and Turbo next to each other by her left side. "Are you okay? You look horrible."
"What happened to you, dear?" Mary said, concerned for the sergeant. Ever since Tamora and Felix made their vows, the Nicelander sometimes held concern for her like she did Ralph and Felix. Therefore, Mary was like a mother to Tamora, and fear was kicking in at the sight of the sergeant's condition.
"As I said before, it's long story," Tamora repeated.
"Is it as long as Rainbow Road?" Aika quipped.
Calhoun couldn't help but snort a little at that remark. "You could say that, pirate."
"Certainly it's a huge problem," Surge chimed in.
"That's an understatement, especially when your husband is the property of the enemy," Tamora said.
Mary's and Deanna's eyes widened at the sound of that, knowing who she was talking about.
"What happened to Felix?" Mary asked, anxiety cracking her voice.
"He happened to him." Calhoun darted a venomous glare at the still-unconscious Turbo.
"Turbo happened to Fix-It?" Aika asked. "How?" Then she glanced at Tamora's exhausted form up and down and then Kohut's and Turbo's.
"Short Stack infected Kohut and fried Turbo," Tamora explained.
"Wait, Fix-It?" Aika raised an eyebrow, trying not to burst into laughter. "Fix-It did this? How in the hell can a little handyman...?" She motioned to the two unconscious men in disbelief, but it soon faded when flashbacks of what had happened in Skies of Arcadia passed through her mind, which was when she started to understand what had possibly happened between Turbo and Felix. Her imminent humor faded, turning into shock and realization. "Oh..."
"Yeah," Calhoun confirmed. "This is getting serious now, and Fix-It's in the middle of it. He's being used by Turbo through some sort of virus. Turbo took on that Red bitch's identity to pull it all off. Which explains his fingerprints on Fix-It's files and where I found them!" Tamora remembered how she had found her husband's files in the floor boards of Red's cottage along with Maroney.
"Red?" Dyne repeated. "As in Red Riding Hood from Fairytale Speedway?"
"Yeah, her," replied the sergeant. "He used her girly personality to try to win Felix over, causing strife between us. Seriously, he was basically seduced by the bitch and her bouncy behavior, making me look like the bad guy. And let me tell you, she, or rather, he did a damn good job of tipping us off, considering all of the damage that's present now."
"Pretty clever," Aika said, smiling slightly and sitting back in her place on the couch. "And kinda wrong, considering that Turbo's a guy, technically speaking."
"You're telling me. She sure had me fooled for a while."
"And you're usually never fooled," Dyne put in, "Unlike my son who's a victim of this asshole's sick game." The former Blue Rogue leader glanced at the still-motionless ex-racer. "Now I can settle some business with him."
"Especially when he could be Mr. Candy," Tails added.
"And when he could've acquired the virus from T.K.," Mary guessed. "They could even be working together, too."
"'T.K.?'" Tamora was confused. "Who's that? That clown's got another fucking minion?"
"Probably." Surge nodded. "Her full name is Takeru Nightrose and she could be half responsible for what's been going on around the arcade. Her name on the black panels in certain games is our only lead to her and possibly Mr. Candy. Here, I'll show you."
Surge went over to his desk to turn his computer around, allowing Tamora a glimpse of the succubus from Red Moon Racing.
"That witch has everything a prostitute could wish for," Calhoun pointed out. "I hope this broad isn't planning on using my husband as well, and I don't mean just to take over Game Central Station." The sergeant feared the many possible activities T.K. could engage in with Felix just by looking at the creature's profile, and none of them were good ones. "I swear, if she's anything like Red...I'm sorry...Turbo, I'll rip those wings off and burn them in Bowser's Castle."
"I knew you'd might think of something like that, Sarge," Aika smiled proudly. "And I'd love to see that."
"Her background isn't a good one, either, especially the relationship with Wreck-It," Tails chimed in.
"A relationship...with Wreck-It?" Tamora was trying to keep from laughing, knowing that with his size and stench, she didn't see Ralph as the type to have a girlfriend. The sergeant would have loved to learn more about that, but the situation they were already in was more important.
"We'll tell you about that later," the female pirate promised. "Right now, we need to figure out a few things. She started to tick off questions on her hands."One, where's this T.B. bitch? Two, is she working for Mr. Candy? Three, where and who is Mr. Candy?"
"That's if it's not Turbo," Deanna interjected.
"And four, what is she planning to do to GCS?" The female pirate continued. "Finally, where the hell is Fix-It?" She then turned to Tamora. "Unless he's on his way here."
The sergeant shook her head. "That's what I'm wondering, too."
"So you haven't found him yet?" Tails inquired.
"Oh, I found Fix-It, alright...as Turbo was controlling my game," replied the Hero's Duty lead.
"Hero's Duty was hit, too?" Dyne asked.
Calhoun nodded. "But I didn't get a good look at whether or not it was this Takeru's virus before the Mario critters, Kohut, and I were captured by pod soldiers who used to be my soldiers."
"But you and Mr. Kohut were able to escape," interjected Surge. "You're here, after all."
"Not before taking a beatdown by Fix-It. Sure, I have a few scratches, but look at those two." Tamora gestured to Turbo and Kohut, the latter of whom as pale as a ghost from how Felix infected him. "My husband is off of his leash and somewhere in the arcade probably on a killing spree."
"You mean, he's crazy now?" Aika asked. And I thought he was insane when he was in our game.
"You can say that, yeah." The sergeant nodded. "And I don't know why. One would think that Felix would be pre-programmed to do as he's told by the one who implanted the virus in him, but apparently, that isn't the case, considering that the puppet master's well done." Tamora's gaze fell on the ex-racer once more. "Now he's run off somewhere in the arcade."
"Those are just more of the many questions we'll have to find the answers to," said Mary.
"And we probably won't have to leave the room to do it," added Aika, glancing at the fried Turbo. "We'll have all of the answers right in front of us."
"That's if he wakes up, Aika," Deanna reminded.
"Try when, runt," Calhoun corrected, glaring at the unconscious Turbo. "And trust me, he will wake up and tell us what the hell we need to know."
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"Yes, yes, Rancis!" Mignogna shouted at the top of her lungs as she felt the rhythmic thrusts of Rancis's cock in her entrance. The siren and the racer had been at it for quite some time, with Rancis following every command she had given him and being dictated through the process of leading his mistress. Mignogna was enjoying every minute of their session, for the peanut butter cup racer had been doing most of the labor, even though Rancis had no knowledge of how sex worked. He'd been a twelve-year-old most of his life until recently, after all.
Both participants were naked, with their clothes thrown all over the dirty ground, Rancis was on top of her, thrusting his hardened rod into the beauty before him with a rapid primal motion and releasing his seed into the siren, who felt ready to explode at any moment. He couldn't believe how much more beautiful Mignogna was naked. It was as if he were pleasuring a goddess. A dark and creepy one.
The peanut butter cup racer had also been telling Mignogna everything about Turbo, King Candy, and the virus that was spreading from game to game. Under the siren's command, he had made sure that she had received every detail, from the revitalization of King Candy's panel to the imminent destruction of the arcade caused by Mr. Candy, someone who Mignogna was especially interested in. They had just reached that part of Rancis's story as the racer was still riding her.
"So, Rancis?" Mignogna shouted again, just arriving at the pinnacle of her orgasm as she felt the young man's seed enter her body, sending her into a state of euphoria. The siren unleashed a loud, excited moan as she was enjoying the rush. "Tell me more about this Mr. Candy."
The young man, still under her spell, mindlessly nodded, then he responded. "We don't know too much about him yet, but we know he's up to no good and is bent on destroying the arcade."
"Really?" The siren raised an eyebrow at this. "You don't know anything at all about this nutcase other than that?"
"Well, he is in hiding, after all," Rancis said in a dreamy state with his voice still monotone. "We're still trying to figure out more about him. Actually, everyone in the arcade is trying. We ruled a few people out, but we still don't have a solid lead to who this guy is."
Mignogna uttered a curse under her breath as she was coming down from her orgasm. Her mood returned to normal, excitement turning into disappointment in the small amount of info she had received about Mr. Candy. "That's too bad, and I thought I would hear some good stuff about this mystery fool." Then she shrugged, smiling. "Hey, at least I received some dirt on Turbo...or the possibility of his return judging from what you said about the King Candy panel being back in your game Sugar Rush."
The peanut butter cup racer nodded mindlessly.
"So our 'mistress's' little friend is running around doing a shitload of damage to the arcade, huh?" The siren chuckled hollowly, still recovering from her high. "Can't say that he's as good as you are here in bed." She motioned to her bare mattress, then wrapped her arms around Rancis, pulling him closer but stopped when their lips were only inches from each other. She sighed, taking in Rancis's handsome features. "I'm not lying, Peanut Boy. You really are a badass in bed."
"Well, you did guide me through, my lady." Rancis smiled, unable to take his eyes off of the gorgeous woman beneath him. For some reason, Mignogna was all he could think about, yet something else continued to nag at him, and had been throughout their session. The peanut butter cup racer had been trying to figure out what it was, but some sort of fog, along with Mignogna's song, seemed to block it out. Now the same thing was happening when those thoughts threatened to intrude again. Rancis couldn't help but wonder what they were. He felt like he was forgetting something, and if that was true, what had he forgotten?
However, Rancis didn't really care; he would have plenty of time to consider that dilemma later. All he cared about was his siren, naked and radiant, almost like a dark-haired goddess of night.
Unfortunately, their moment was interrupted, as a crash was heard, along with pained murmurs and muffled curses.
"What the fuck...?" Rancis blinked, suddenly out of the haze that had dominated him. He glanced behind him to notice Agnes and Wendee having fallen forward and broken through the weak, flimsy door.
Mignogna noticed this too, and hissed, "And I've just fixed that fucking door last week! I was almost done with him. Couldn't you two have held off for at least five more minutes?"
"It's not my fault the door was loose!" Wendee retorted. "You just didn't do a good job fixing it, that's all."
"Or someone leaned in too hard and her weight broke through it," Agnes accused, darting her chestnut-colored leer at her youngest sister.
"What the hell's going on?" Rancis glanced from the two sirens at the door to the one...beneath him! What truly caused the warning bells in his head to ring was that Mignogna was...naked. Completely naked from head to toe. The bells in his head rang even louder when the peanut butter cup racer glanced down at himself, noticing that he too was nude, with his cock front and center and not far from Mignogna's opening. His eyes widened at this upon realization at what he'd been doing. "Oh...my...God..." He slowly and carefully moved away from Mignogna. "What the hell was I doing?"
"You were giving our sister the fuck of her life," Wendee answered. "You were pretty good, even though I didn't see it. But sometimes you don't have to visually watch to know how well someone is at sex." The pink-haired siren grinned. "Now you'll probably be ready for your girlfriend later, don't you think?"
"'Girlfriend?'" Rancis repeated, studying her mischievous grin with confusion. After a few seconds, the young man started to understand who Wendee was talking about, and it hit him like a Thwomp. His expression turned into one of shock, as memories of what he was supposed to be doing and who he was supposed to be looking for raced through his mind as fast as Taffyta's Pink Lightning kart. "Oh...shit...Vanellope!"
Rancis shot out of bed, pushing away from Mignogna as he tried to search for his clothes, which weren't hard to find in her gloomy room as they weren't black.
"Now look what you did!" the middle sister growled as she sat up to regard Wendee and Agnes. "The kid was enjoying himself, and you two had to fuck it up!"
"'Enjoying myself?'" Rancis interjected angrily, blue eyes skewering into Mignogna's. "You hypnotized me somehow!"
The siren scoffed. "Oh, cry me a river. You were indeed enjoying it. I just helped you along."
"It was because of that stupid siren song!" The peanut buttter cup racer accused, as he finally found his pants, which were lying in a corner not far from the left of the bed. Snatching them up, he pulled them on, not taking his glare off Mignogna.
"The song helps the man give in to his desires, Rancey," Agnes explained, smiling. "You wanted Mignogna, but your rational mind-the one tied to Penelope-wouldn't allow you to take Mignogna. She helped you."
"No, she made me cave in," the young man corrected, turning on the oldest siren as he started to search for his shirt, hat, and coat. "Stop trying to sugarcoat it to make you guys sound like the good guys." A few moments later, Rancis found his shirt and hat sprawled near the broken door. He threw his shirt over his head and pulled it down, then placed his hat on his head. Still not done with the trio, he continued. "For all I know, you guys are probably working for Mr. Candy and dragged my ass in here. And then you guys tortured me with your little song and are probably doing the same thing to Snow. Am I right?"
When he spotted his brown jacket near the other side of the bed and reached down to pick it up, a strong force pushed him into the wall, pinning him there. The raw power of it hit him like a Mack truck, taking Rancis a few seconds to get his bearings. When he did, he found himself face-to-face with the nude form of Mignogna, her eyes like green fire as she gripped his shoulders tightly, nearly crushing him against the wall. The peanut butter cup racer hadn't even begun to realize how much strength a siren carried. If Rancis's own strength wasn't halved, he could have taken her.
"Now listen to me," Mignogna growled, her voice taking on a deeper, demonic tone as her fangs bared. "We are not working for that Mr. Candy chump or any of his Merry Men. Hell, if we were, I wouldn't have asked you who he was. And you graciously told me that you didn't know, either, so we're both at a dead end as to who this Mr. Candy is." The peanut butter cup racer opened his mouth to ask a question, but Mignogna raised one clawed finger to stop him. "And don't even think about asking me when you told me." As she calmed down, and her voice returned to normal, Mignogna added, "Besides, you already know the answer to it."
Rancis sighed, realizing that the siren was right, which meant that he had also given her info on Turbo. Damn, I wonder what else she squeezed out of me while I was under the influence?
Mignogna released her hold on Rancis, all traces of her demonic alter ego gone as she bent down to pick up the racer's jacket, then held it out to him. "Here's your jacket, and don't you dare jump to conclusions like that again or you'll suffer a game over before you meet Mr. Candy or even Turbo-dumb-a-holic."
"Sorry, okay?" Rancis took the jacket, throwing it on. "It's just that I don't know you guys, okay? And I didn't know which side you were on, so I just assumed..."
"You assumed wrong," Agnes cut him off. "We work for ourselves; we don't need anyone bossing us around anymore."
"We've been good for the past twenty-five years," added Wendee."Ever since 1987 after training under her for one year." The youngest put heavy emphasis on the word "her."
"'Her?'" Rancis repeated, eyebrow raised. "Who the fuck is 'her?'" However, he had a feeling he already knew the answer, considering that he had been asking about it for what felt like a while since he'd been dragged into the alley.
"Our ex-mistress," Mignogna responded stiffly, wondering whether or not she was going to regret what she was going to tell Rancis.
"Mignogna," Agnes interrupted, her face stern like a parent chastising her child. "We promised that we would never mention her again.
"Hey, he's given us what we wanted to know about her 'friend' Turbo, okay?" the middle sister reminded. "And as much as I hate to say this, we owe him. It may not help Rancis find this Mr. Candy, but he seems to really want to know who Takeru was"
"Or is, if she's still around," Wendee interjected. "If she is still around, she's probably screwing someone's brains out in another alley...or could be doing the same to Mr. Candy, I don't know."
"We shouldn't talk about it in here, though," Agnes suggested. "We should go someplace else, maybe our kitchen. I'll fix some tea for you, Rancey, and I know you'll need it after the time you had in here." She nodded to Mignogna for emphasis, then noticed that she was still nude. "And you should put your clothes back on before you join us or even leave the room." With that, she, Wendee, and Rancis started to leave the room.
Mignogna mumbled something that sounded like "hypocrite" as she rounded up her own clothes, threw them on, and headed out to catch up to the others.