Lexie soared through the atmosphere and into the vacuum of space. His hoverbike shifted functions to accommodate travel from the atmosphere of a planet to the vacuum of orbital space The officers' shin guards sprung on, magnetizing to the sides of the bike to ensure he wouldn’t fall off during any unpredictable movements one would have to take during a pursuit. His rump sat atop CBT, his AI drone companion as it was latched into the seat of the bike, in perfect position to keep its singular robotic eye backwards while Lexie kept his forward.
A synthetic voice chimed in Lexie, beaming right from the seat. “You know, this sector has many romantic locations. The waterfalls of Deltora 7 are said to be some of the most breathtaking-”
“What's your point, CBT?” Cutting the AI off in its tracks.
“I'm always scanning and processing information and your crotch is literally on my head, as it were.”
“Your point being?”
“I've noticed your testicles are swelling up from prolonged abstinence. Perhaps setting up a date with your girlfriend might be a good idea.”
“I'll keep that under advisement.” He replied with a note of irritation and embarrassment.
“From my understanding of organic attraction, your girlfriend is considered highly desirable. Why don't you ever talk about Monica? Are you embarrassed by her occupation?”
Lexie scoffed. “Of course not. She is the founder and CEO of CompenseX.”
“A large manufacturer of sex toys, specializing in inter species romance. I was just asking because you never talk about her. Is it because you are insecure about her making more credits than you?”
“No.”
“Are you insecure about her being four times your size?” Without missing a beat he proceeded, “I am not trying to insult her, she is indeed the quadruple of your size , but by all accounts shapely. At least from the photograph you have saved on my database, you two looked lovely at that theme park.”
The rabbit grunted, clearly annoyed. “I didn’t think my personal photos would be used against me.”
“Maybe it is difficult for you to accept that she is running a sex toy company? From my understanding, males are usually insecure about their mates owning such items.”
Lexie tilted his head, thinking for a moment. “Not at all. In fact she sometimes likes to test out the newest models and products-” At that he clamped his mouth firmly shut, feeling he gave away too much.
CBT hummed in excitement “Oh please do go on. I noticed an increase to your heart rate and some blood flow to your penis. I would love to-”
“Muting radio until we reach the HQ” Lexie said, not wanting to have a stiffy riding into headquarters.
The HeadQuarter was a space station that served as the nerve center for the quadrant, able to quickly dispatch officers in response to ongoing crimes or to hold suspects in custody. Lexie made his way to the docking bay, where a stream of ingoing and outgoing traffic, which he had to swerve to avoid. The vacuum of space was separated from the breathable interior by a forcefield that allowed ships to pass through unimpeded without letting any air molecule out. An artificial eye, much like that of CBT, extended from a mechanical stalk and scanned Lexie.
A pleasing voice spoke. “Welcome Special Operations And Pursuit agent Lexie.”
Beaming his clearance to the control center he was cleared for landing. While the bike lowered and re adjusted for the artificial gravity of the station it jerked when its landing gear deployed, the metal legs allowing the engines to shut off completely. This had the effect of Lexie's crotch uncomfortably slamming down onto the dome of CBT. While this was not a debilitating blow it still caused the bunny to scrunch his face. Trying not to betray any more pain he dismounted. “We should get you some padding on your head, Buster.”
“You should get some padding on your crotch.” CBT commented, offended that his design needed modification as he popped out of his port on the bike to hover besides Lexie.
Making his way deeper into the station, Lexie couldn't help but notice an armored transport with a female suspect in mag cuffs being prodded out by a duo of uniformed officers. She was large, at least a full two feet taller than her handlers and had obvious muscle under her space biker attire. Despite being in the headquarters of law enforcement she raged and tried to break the bonds of her mag cuffs, arms straining with the effort. One officer grabbed a handheld device and jolted the suspect with electricity, stealing much of the fight from her. She was led away, all the while still putting up a token resistance.
Going deeper into the station Lexie made his way into the offices, next to the interrogation rooms. The place was a tightly packed maze of desks and computers, each with officers typing away to fill out reports. If Lexie dressed only in the under garb each officer was assigned to wear, but most other members of the GPD layered more clothing over it. Hence why the rabbit’s seeming state of undress caused more than a few eyes to turn from their holographic displays. He entered Chief Otsif’s office and was greeted by the sight of a tired looking creature with neon green skin. His slit pupil eyes had bags underneath and head tentacles seemed to all sag with exhaustion brought on by too much stress and not enough sleep. Still, his buttoned-up uniform was impeccable and the office was incredibly tidy. Lexie entered and straightened his posture to salut sharply, raising one knee up to his chest before bringing it back down to a standing position and placing a hand over his heart. “SOAP officer Lexie, reporting in.”
“We are not in the military, relax.” The chief spoke, fighting away tiredness to be friendly. He extended a head tentacle towards Lexie, only for it to drop and be replaced by his more conventional hand. “Most people don't like the feel of a tentacle on their hand, I forget.” Lexie shook the officer's hand, noting how cold and clammy it was. Lexie sat in the seat across from the Chiefs desk.
“Let's get to the point. The Syndicate had been making moves to expand its influence in this sector. We have been doing what we can to crack down on things as best we can but they are clever as they are corrupt.”
Lexie scrunched his nose in disgust at the mention of the Syndicate. It seemed to have a hand in every illegal activity one can imagine.
“I can see you're acquainted with them, judging by your reaction.” Otsif stated as he sipped from a cup that stank like sea water.
“I have a history.” Said with clear intent that he wouldn't offer up more information unprompted.
“A weapon laboratory was raided recently by the Syndicate, they made off with many conventional weaponry but what is of concern is an experimental bio-weapon. Research into such a device is illegal in nature so the lab was taken to task by us but we have to retrieve the weapon.”
CBT chimed in, curiosity peaked. “What kind of weaponry, sir?” He shifted some as he hovered, a gesture Lexie learned was a sign of annoyance as his programming forced him to add ‘sir’ when addressing anyone of sufficient rank.
“To put it simply, it is a sterilization device. It is handheld, but when detonated will destroy the reproductive functions of all those in its range, which is reported to be almost the size of a small planet.”
Lexie pondered this for a moment. It's more of an abstract threat than a conventional bomb but the idea of a whole planet suddenly not being able to bring in a new generation could be disastrous, even if they tried to bring in people off world to offset this. Any criminal could use this as a tool to extort many systems. “Do we have any leads to get it back?”
“That's where you come in. We know that the Syndicate is going to auction off the weapon and they have invited many big players. We managed to intercept one intended for Trake and his plus one. You're going to be that plus one. You're to get in, acquire the weapon and escape.”
Lexie thought of Trake, he was in the planet cracking business and always had a shady past but nothing that could lead to a conviction. Trake was also a large reptilian known for his womanizing. “Will I have any backup?”
“Aside from the one who will be playing Trake you're on your own. If they get even a whiff of GPD they would take the weapon away and we may lose it forever.”
A thrashing sound was heard outside the office. Otsif rubbed a clammy hand on his forehead, which seemed to lack a skull judging by the indent. “We have got to upgrade our equipment to hold larger species better. The alarm hasn't been sounded I am sure-”
His speech was cut off when the unconscious body of an officer came crashing through the chief's wall, scattering data pads and decoration. Lexie shot to his feet to dodge out of man's path as he sprawled on the floor. Looking out he saw the gray skinned woman had broken free and engaged in fighting with the office workers. She grabbed the second officer who was bringing her and slammed her forehead into his. Despite him wearing a helmet he was stunned enough to go limp. Lexie could get a better look at her, seeing she had large pure black eyes and no body fur, even on her head. She then lunged to grab at his sidearm.
Lexie dashed forward and as the weapon was drawn he grabbed the barrel of the laser pistol and pointed it upward. The biker kept her grip, and squeezed the trigger to shoot several blasts at the ceiling. Lexie used his other hand to manipulate the laser, only for the woman to twist her body and using centrifugal force, throwing the Lupus officer off of her. With a smirk she pointed the laser at Lexie as he rolled to resume a standing position. Her smile faded when her weapon merely clicked, failing to fire. Lexie held up the weapons power core. He tossed it aside and got into a fighting stance amidst the thrashed office furniture, ignoring the screams of office workers. “You can't get out of here. Give yourself up.” The rush of usually chair-bound officers to find help and the alarm now blared in the distance.
The criminal woman responded by throwing the now useless pistol at the rabbit's head, which he nimbly dodged and closed the distance between the two, shooting his pawed foot out in a front kick aimed at the woman's chest. She threw up her forearms to block the blow and was surprised by the force behind the attack, feeling as though she was blocking a hammer blow. Despite her superior mass she stumbled back and gritted her teeth, feeling a bruise already starting to form on her arm. She couldn’t help but to be impressed by the little man's strength. She reached back, grabbing the remains of a shattered desk and swinging it at the officer. Lexie had to duck under the attack, giving the woman an opening. She let go of her improvised weapon and swung a kick to the officers groin, her targets now closer to the ground and easier for her to get at. No matter how strong his legs were, the balls would always be vulnerable. She felt the impact of two small orbs on her shin, but was shocked to see the bunny spring up and jump out of the path of her leg, leaving her kicking empty air.
Lexie landed with a groan, despite deflecting the majority of the blow his testicles still felt enough of an impact that he had a sickening sensation in his gut from the pain. He lowered one hand to cradle at his aching sac.
The biker heard her mag cuffs start to beep, showing they were about to re activate. She had been arrested enough times to know that if you broke the magnetic lock it would reset again in a few minutes if you don't shut them off completely. She also knew how much force the magnets coming together would produce. She charged the rabbit with a smile, arms held forward. The cuffs spang to life and a powerful magnetic force attracted the two metal shackles together at incredible speed. The woman was expecting to crush the little officer's head between them. She was surprised when all she heard was clanging metal and not crunching bone. Furthermore the officer had disappeared from view all together. She turned her head quickly to try to find him, only for her crotch to suddenly cry out in agony. The same force that had bruised her arms now hit between her legs, striking her groin with terrible pain. She howled and slumped to her knees, her now bound hand holding herself in a desperate effort to sooth away the pain. With tears blurring her vision she turned and saw Lexie behind her. She was about to choke out some choice words at him but a swift kick to her temple brought her to blissful unconsciousness.
Several heavily armed and armored officers ran into the office room, pointing laser rifles and yelling for the biker to get on the ground. They lowered their weapons when they saw Lexie standing with his hands on his knees over the downed woman. He stood up straighter and jerked a thumb at her. “She’s all yours.”
A wave of pain brought his hand back to his crotch. “Keep her secured this time, please.”
The biker was carried off, still groaning from the pain in her vagina and head, as debris was being swept up by service bots. Otsif’s tentacles twitched in irritation at the sight of his neat office now reduced in tatters. He was warbling in his native language rather than Galactic common so Lexie could not understand the exact meaning but more than understood the gist. With a deep breath he composed himself and invited Lexie to resume the meeting in what remained of his desk and chair. Lexie did so, grunting in pain as he lowered his bottom to the seat. He leaned to CBT and gave a command to which the AI sped off.
The chief dusted off bits of wood and sat. “Thank you for your assistance. I noticed you didn't use your sidearm during that fight.”
Lexie nodded as Buster returned, a small ice pack held in a manipulator arm. Taking the cool bag to his bag he sighed in relief. “The suspect was unarmed and I couldn't risk hitting anyone in the crossfire.”
“Fair enough. Back to the business at hand.” Ostif continued, trying to pretend he wouldn't need to do hours of paperwork to sort this mess out “You know Trake is a large member of the Draconic species. Scales, tail, all that such. Unfortunately we do not have anyone in this sector who can pass himself off as Trake, so we had to enlist outside help.”
Lexie cocked an ear at this, not happy with what he was hearing. “You don't mean?”
“We had to hire a mercenary. With the auction in a couple days it's our only option.”
The rabbit couldn't help but scrunch his nose at this. He never liked mercenaries, even if they did good they were ultimately only in things for the money. Furthermore it made it look like the Galactic Police Department couldn't handle themselves. Still, Lexie had to concede that there was no alternative, so he would have to work with a sellsword. “Do we have any intel on who I’m meant to be impersonating? Just an associate of Trake?”
The tentacles of Otsif bristled some, which indicated some level of discomfort. “You could say that. Trake is notorious as a playboy, so whenever he attends any social gathering he always has an attractive woman with him.”
The room fell silent for a moment, broken by the buzz emitted from CBT which indicated it was fighting to not laugh.
Lexie’s ears curled back to his head, showing annoyance. “If it's to stop a crime I'll dress however I need.”
The rabbit left the shambles of the office and got fully briefed on the specifics of the mission, as well as the limited gear he could bring along and his fashionable dress, which he refused to put on until he was on the ship to the auction, opting to carry it in a bag instead. Still in his police garb and with his balls sufficiently iced he tossed the ice pack in the bin of a service bot zooming past, and made his way to the shipyard, where a civilian craft was being readied. A larger, more battle ready ship had already begun to land. It was larger, meant for long distance travel and ludicrous comfort. The paintjob of the vessel was clean (even if somewhat garish) and all metal components were polished to a shine. The craft bristled with several weapons, from blasters to missiles. This was the type of vehicle favored by mercenaries, bounty hunters, and various other unsavory types who made their living through conflict. It seemed business was good. When it finally touched down a large dragon stepped out. The beast was bipedal, standing almost twice the height of the rabbit, and at least four times the weight with a body that was bulky with muscles and the gut of one who’s fitness was half action half parties. He was clad in a skin tight suit, made of the same materials of Lexie’s, only the dragons were bright purple with plates of a metal that shone like gold. “So, you're gonna be my girlfriend?”
His draconic snout split into a leer, revealing a row of sharp teeth. Even when he closed the gap and Lexie stood face to face, or rather face to mid chest, with the newcomer the rabbit didn't move, keeping his arms folded across his chest. The cop had seen too much action to be intimidated by such a display. Lexie was taken aback when the dragon suddenly turned his leer into a much more friendly smile and rubbed his hand on the back of his head and touched his horns.
“Name’s Cyrus. Pleased to meet you, happy to once more be working alongside the boys and girls in blue.” He let out a chuckle “You're a tough one, didn't even flinch a micron, we will get along great.”
Lexie eventually did take a step back when the dragon's laughter accidentally caused his impressive bulge to brush into the rabbit's stomach. Lexie had a brief moment wondering what kind of creature could take something like that club.
Cryus leaned forward, getting a better eye of the rabbit. “Sorry about that. But if you're gonna be my girlfriend for the night you may want to get better acquainted down there.”
The Lepus face scrunched up in annoyance. “I see you have Trakes' attitude down already. You'll find the civilian garb you’re expected to wear in the common quarters.”
“What about you? I like your under armor but I don’t think you'll fit in. Criminals tend to dislike that shade of police blue.”
Lexie lifted his bag, opening it some to reveal the silky red fabric of the dress within.
The dragon cocked a brow, failing to mask his excitement. “We have a few hours before we have to depart for the auction. Perhaps it'll be best for you to try on your disguise here to prepare. Also you could do with a little makeup, if you get recognized by any criminal element the mission would be dead on arrival.”
CBT wired as he hovered near Lexie, a smug tone in his robotic voice. “Our dragon friend makes an astute observation. You do have a distinct look, a simple dress may not be enough to fool lawbreakers.”
Lexie’s ears curled back, flattening against his head to show his irritation. While he didnt like the idea of dressing up like that he could not argue their logic. Even if he hasn't been in this sector long there would be a chance that the Syndicate would recognize a SOAP agent. With a nod he consented, leading Cyrus to scoop up the rabbit and hoisted him over his shoulders and ran off to the locker room area. The dragon had turned in enough boundaries and runaway criminals to have an understanding of the layout of the headquarters.
The receptionist, a human woman with red rimmed glasses, a permanently bored expression, and a voice that sounded like each statement she made was sarcastic, was informed about the mission and applied makeup to Lexie. “It's not fair. You men barely do anything for hygiene and your hair is always perfect. If I had fur I'd kill to have yours.” The. She brushed a black eyeliner on the rabbits lids to give him sultry smokey eyes. “What color dress are you going to wear?”
Lexie’s ears twitched in annoyance as his eyes were prodded. “Red, I think.”
“What kind of red, sweety?”
“I don't know, just red.”
The jaded receptionist stopped for a moment, clearly annoyed. Cyrus, who stood changing out of his gear behind an opaque glass room divider, commented “It's a crimson red, with a cut up the thigh to allow leg movement.”
“Thank you.” The woman fished around her make up to find the right shade of red lipstick. “You're not going out in the field in miss-matched colors.”
She shot a glance to the man's chest, it being flat as a board. “I got something to help you out there too, sweety.”
“Help?”
Some time later Lexie, CBT, and Cyrus sped off towards the illegal auction. Their ship was a higher end civilian craft, specially made for high speeds. It did force Cyrus to hunch over some as he sat to pilot.
“We are going in almost completely unarmed. They will scan for weapons or any long range communication devices.” Lexie looked at himself in the mirror. He felt somewhat ridiculous in his outfit, a sleek dress that went down to his feet with a slit up to his thigh. He had on panties that did their best to tuck away any bulge that would betray his male anatomy, modified with a slit along the crotch to allow the beans some space to not be crushed. His eyes were complimented by a dark eyeliner and his lips were highlighted in a blood red that matched his outfit. Hair was also groomed to look like a fashionable short cut for a trendy woman. His only solace was his armband, a thicker device which was popular among women of the sector. It covered most of the forearm and acted as a very limited short range communication device, as well as having a hidden taser. Anything more advanced would be picked up by most body scans. Besides that all he had was a small purse with various items a model would have. What gave him a pause were the pads that were taped to his chest, blended with makeup to appear like he had small perky breasts. He felt ridiculous, like he had chicken breasts taped on his torso.
Cyrus was dressed sharply in a black suit and tie. He had a hidden weapon on him, but that was intended to be found and confiscated, to keep up appearances of being a crime lord. He adjusted his tie. “I've been in lots of dicey situations without a blaster, but I'm always packing heat.”
Lexie wasn't sure if he was making a reference to his arms or dick. “Hopefully things wont need to get dicey. Hopefully I can slip in, nab the bio-weapon and we can slip out before anyone the wiser. Still if we need to make a quick getaway CBT can prime the ship for a quick sublight jump.”
The synthetic voice dripped with as much sarcasm as it was able. “That's me, advanced artificial intelligence and they get me to warm up engines.”
Cyrus chimed in “Are you sure you don't want me to help you with the slipping in.”
The officer twitched an ear. “Subtly doesn't seem like your strong suit, big guy.”
“Fair. You know, we could enjoy the party some, I wouldn't mind getting to know you better.” He stated as a wandering hand found its way to Lexie’s exposed thigh, only to be swatted away with huff.
Cryus swooped the vehicle into where the event would be held, a large luxury cruiser. It was the size of a small planetary city and fashioned to look like an ocean liner, to help add to the appeal. The dragon parked his vehicle, already enamored by how fancy everything looked, from the other vehicles being the newest models to how sharply everyone was dressed. The dragon walked to the security checkpoint with his arm around the cross-dressing rabbit, fingers deliberately caressing the smaller male's chest. He knew the rabbit didn't have any real breasts but he still got a thrill out of the public groping. Lexie Mostly felt annoyed and awkward, but forced a smile on his face despite himself to keep up the act of a trophy girlfriend.
Making their way to the checkpoint they saw security was as tight as Lexie’s underwear, with all participants being made to pass through a full-body scanning station. Any foreign materials would be spotted and shown to a guard sitting behind a monitor. Cyrus was first and presented the police-acquired invitation, predictably his poorly hidden blaster was spotted and confiscated, with Cyrus putting on a sufficient show of being annoyed and snarling. Threats of violence were issued, if his weapon was lost or damaged when he would demand to get it back.
Lexie was next and stood inside the scanning pod. A light emitted and traced the outline of his body. The guard gave a confused look to his monitor, to Lexie, then to Cyrus. “Sir, it seems that-”
Cyrus smiled “Yeah my fiancée insisted on keeping her bracelet, it's super short range, don't worry.”
“Um, no it's that she seems to have, well.”
The dragon's smile melted into a sneer. “Is there an issue?”
The guard slunk back in on himself. “You have yourself a great night, sir.”
The duo entered into a large ballroom, where members of all sorts of species mingled and spoke with each other. Lexie noted members of several suspected criminal organizations in attendance. The room itself was massive, the ship being the height of luxury and opulence. Cyrus mentally compared his ‘girlfriend’ to the other mens trophy wives. While Lexie was not nearly as curvy as theirs he took a sense of satisfaction knowing that he had a hidden secret none of them had, and by far Lexie had the most firm butt. Lexie nudged the larger male to get his attention back to the mission. “Focus. We have to make our way deeper into a maintenance hallway. I'll be able to get to the objective from there.”
Cyrus smirked. “Not the first time I snuck off with a pretty thing in the middle of a party.”
“Keep your comms open, I may need help making a getaway.”
CBT bristled some in anticipation, but lost interest when he learned it was a false alarm. He was tuned into hearing everything the two organics said.
As Lexie said this his heart skipped a beat as he saw a couple of sharply-dressed guards eye him up. All the hired muscles here were of larger more intimidating species and geared professionally to blend into a social event but obviously armed. Without missing a beat Cyrus reached low and gave the rabbit a spank on the rear. “Darling, I know you're excited but let's wait till after the event.”
The guards relaxed at this, giving knowing smirks. Lexie’s ears shot straight up in alarm and he had to fight to keep in character. Raising his voice a few octaves, he spoke in a convincing falsetto, “I'm sorry honey, you're just so alluring.”
Cyrus kept his hand on the smaller male's rump, giving it a squeeze and delighting in how firm it was. This was a very athletic ass.
Lexie blushed, “You can move your hand now.”
Under his breath he whispered. “Staying in character.” As he moved his hand away he noticed a few sideways glances from other party goers, some approved of the blatant display but others made dismissive comments to those around them. The two moved through the event, making occasional small talk to help blend into the crowd, a few women commenting how beautiful Lexie looked and inquiring where the bunny got their makeup done. He had to give an awkward laugh and say he had a work partner who's good with it. Eventually they got to the maintenance hallway and Lexie was surprised to see an almost ancient doorknob. He attempted to open the door, only to find it locked. “They are really committing to the old boat thing.”
Cyrus reached over the rabbit’s shoulder and gripped the metal knob, breaking it in one swift motion. “I said I snuck off before. I'll stay out here, you better hurry inside.”
Lexie gave his partner a nod, before moving into the much less decorated hallway of the ship. Pulling up the schematics of the vessel on his bracelet, he made his way to where the weapon would most likely be held, the main storage area. The hallway was unfinished, exposed pipes and wiring ran across the ceiling and walls. Lexie made his way deeper inside, doing his best to avoid any employees or guards in the backrooms.
One such a guard stood sentry over the only door leading to his target. Lexie was able to steal a glance at him from around a corner. The hallway was too long for the bunny to risk rushing in. With a groan of disgust he concocted a plan to bring his target closer to him.
Lexie leaned one leg out of cover and raised his voice a couple octaves “Oh yoo-who.” He stepped out, putting as much sway in his step as possible. “I was bored to death out there, I was hoping I could find a little fun around here.”
The guard, an oddly pale humanoid with wispy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, was surprised by the newcomer but overcame this to give a leering smile. He walked closer to Lexie, happy as the rabbit leaned forward to expose some cleavage. “You like what you see?”
He gave an idiotic smile as he nodded, getting closer to the woman in red.
“Get a closer look then!” Lexie removed one of his chest pads and tossed it at the man's eyes, where it remained stuck to his face. Before he could pull it free the officer swung his purse upward to the chin of the pale man with enough force to knock him out. Lexie dragged the man to a broom closet and discarded his remaining breast. “Flat is justice.”
It wasn't long before he found the storage room, a large room almost like a warehouse with an obvious safebox that held the weapon in the middle of the collection of crates and shelves. He was dismayed to find four guards who dropped the formal attire in favor of more conventional tactical gear. All four were camped in front of the box, seated and playing cards. Lexie knew he had no way to slip past them or take them all out on his own. Leaning close to his bracelet he whispered. “Need you to cause a disturbance. Big one.”
“Like what?” The dragon asked over his communication device.
“Just a big one. Need you to get some guards to move to the main room.”
The rabbit was met with a chuckle. “Gonna liven up this joint.”
Lexie waited in silence for some time and heard a huge crash from the main room. All four guards got called on their own com devices. Only one remained, after being threatened by his colleagues that they all remembered what cards they had and how many credits remained on the table. Whatever Cyrus did worked like a charm. That still left one man who seemed to be a member of the rattus species, having gray fur, rounded ears, and a tail that looked like a pink snake. He leaned back, pulling up a holo magazine that flashed to life and displayed a scantily clad woman. Looking up Lexie was reminded of the exposed pipes and put his purse on the ground. He squatted down and painfully rolled his ankle as the high heels slipped out from under him. Stifling a grunt of pain his long ears perked up to better listen for the guard, who seemed to be too busy ogling virtual women to pay attention to sounds around him. Taking off his heels, he felt liberated and free and was able to make the hop to the ceiling, wrapping his strong legs around a study one and began to crawl across the ceiling. He had to stop to grab the loose bits of his dress so they wouldn't be visible. Eventually he found himself directly above the rodent. He let go from the pipe with his legs, letting his bottom half swing down. Quickly he wrapped his thighs around the neck of the guard and began to squeeze. Lexie let go of the pipe completely, letting the two of them fall to the ground. The guard struggled and attempted to use his hands to pry the strong rabbit legs away from him to get a breath. The last thing he saw before falling into unconsciousness was an oddly bulging set of panties. Once he went limp the officer let go, the guard would be asleep for some time. He patted down the rodent, quickly finding an access keycard.
Once more Lexie’s ears shot straight up in surprise when he heard a voice behind him. “What are you doing here?”
Quickly turning the bunny saw a large reptilian creature. He clearly wasn't draconic, the scales being much more fine than Cyrus and he lacked any sort of horns. The guard was large and imposing, bringing to mind the biker he fought before. The blue scaled-guard approached cautiously. Lexie quickly put on his most innocent tone, hoping to get close enough to knock this man out.
“Silly me, I wanted to find the little girls room. Can you help me out.”
The blue lizard arched a brow at this. He was about to ask a follow up question but noticed the knocked out man on the ground. Quickly he reached for his blaster pistol, drawing it from its holster to point at the intruder. Before he could bark out an order to surrender his hand exploded in pain as the gun was kicked away, clattering uselessly to the ground. With pretense dropped Lexie’s face developed a fierce yet calm look. The guard cursed, attempting to throw a clumsy punch to the presumed female. The two scrapped, Lexie staying quick to not let himself be overwhelmed by his foes superior size and strength. The guard grabbed hold of the rabbit's dress, pulling and forcing him to stumble against a wall. Before he could move away the guard was on him, pressing a bulky forearm against the officer’s neck. Lexie coughed out, his airflow suddenly restricted. Bringing his padded feet off the ground and against the man's stomach Lexie pressed with all his might. Surprised by the strength in the lean body, the blue lizard was forced back with a stumble. Lexie followed up, spinning his body to deliver a hard straight kick to his foe's gut which he hoped would be enough to knock him out. His toe pads were met by hard body armor, which absorbed much of the blow. A strong hand wrapped itself around the rabbit's ankle before he could pull back.
Lexie was forced into an awkward hop on one foot. Before he could do anything else his crotch exploded in agony as the guard drove his hard knuckles into the fully exposed groin of the rabbit. Cute silk panties offered no protection as scaled fist smashed kit makers, driving them up into his pelvic bone. Lexie curled up, cradling his aching sack as he fell to his knees. The guard looked at his hand in confusion, wondering why he felt two small orbs during impact. He walked up to the kneeling opponent and grabbed his long ears to force him upward.
“Listen here you little freak, you got a lot of explaining to-”
His thought was stopped as Lexie pulled the hidden taser from his bracelet and into the crotch of the guard, delivering a painful current across both of his nuts. With a harsh buzz electricity was poured across the lizard's manhood and he let out a scream as his balls were being fried. He convulsed, body unresponsive as the voltage went through him. Lexie kept on applying the current, not wanting this brute to have a reason to be more angry and making sure he would be asleep for as long as he needed. Eventually he pulled away, letting the blue reptile fall to the ground with foam dripping from his mouth and smoke rising from his groin. Lexie remained where he was, unclasping his weapon as he once more went to hold his own balls. He mewled in agony and dry heaved.
After a brief moment, the rabbit forced his hands away from his groin and to the ground, pushing himself up to a limping walk to the storage room door. He did spare a glance to the guard, noting he was still alive. The same may not be true for his sex life. Using his pilfered keycard to open the door he entered. There were many weapons of many shapes and sizes that were likely to be sold but Lexie only cared about the bio weapon. While he would have happily arrested everyone here for distribution of illegal materials, he had a job to do. That and his balls hurt too much for him to want anything more than to leave. He was able to find the weapon, a round mechanical device no bigger than his fist. It was heavy and Lexie had a thought that he was happy he wouldn't need to carry around such a big ball for a long time. Finding his purse he hid the sphere away within it, limping back to the party. Pushing through the broken door he was once more in the splendor of the ballroom. Doing his best to stand up straight he looked around for Cyrus.
Quickly the large dragon was located sitting alone at a bar. He was scarfing down something that caused the rabbit's sensitive nose to scrunch up. “Come on, we should get going.”
“Aw but they got an open bar.” The dragon said in mock sorrow as he got to his feet. The black lizard's nice suit was torn in a few places, ruining the classy effect it had. He held out a hand to carry the purse Lexie was struggling with in his pained state and this earned a few looks from the crowd. Cyrus gave an awkward smile, apologizing and saying his lady must leave as she is ‘indisposed.’”
Lexie tried to calmly make his way back to the hangar bay. “What did you do for a distraction?”
“Let's just say that criminal types get really defensive of their lovers.” With a toothy grin he added. “Did you know Talmariens have three breasts? This big guy got really mad when I got handsy with them.”
“Crass, but it got the job done.”
Suddenly their progress was stopped dead as the large black dragon bumped into a large black dragon. Cyrus was now snout to snout with someone who looks shockingly similar to him. The new dragon was flanked by a duo of guards. The real Trake pointed an accusatory finger at Cryus. “Detain this imposter immediately! Who sent you? Which family are you working for?”
The men got to either side of Cyrus and grabbed his arms. Without missing a beat he took on an offended tone. “Me the imposter? You two idiots are going to believe someone so obviously suspicious? He just showed up now saying he's Trake and you believe him? Does he even have a pass?”
The guards looked at each other then to Trake. Before this could go on further all lights in the ballroom turned off and were replaced by red alarms. A loudspeaker echoed out a feminine voice that seethed with rage. “The weapon was stolen! Find my ball immediately!” Lexie recognized this irate voice as the head of the Syndicate. Knowing she was here almost made him want to rush in to find her.
Cyrus broke free of the guards and grabbed both of their heads, slamming them together. They slumped together and fell down. The dragon made to run towards the exit but was stopped when a strong black scalded hand grabbed him. As quickly as it grabbed him it let go as his opponent went cross eyed. Cyrus was confused but noticed a furry foot between the dragon's legs. The man fell over and cradled his dragonhood. The sudden movement causes a wave of pain to wash over Lexie who hunched over in pain himself. He said he was fine and the two made their way to the hanger, Lexie radioing CBT to prime the ship for a quick getaway.
The checkpoint was on lockdown, angry guards shooting warning blasts into the ceiling to keep a panicked crowd away.
“No way we can get past that. We need to find a different way.”
Cyrus looked to the checkpoint, which was quickly turned into a makeshift barricade with overturned scanning equipment and desks to make sure whoever stole the ball couldn't get away. “We can get through it.”
“We don't have any weapons, how?”
Cyrus reached down into his pants and felt around his crotch. “I told you I always have a weapon.”
Lexie snarled. “Dammit stop thinking with your dick for one moment.”
The dragon pulled out two round grenades and held them in front of the bunny. “I sired someone who's an amazing weapons designer, these fool any scanner to look like my own balls.”
Lexie’s face twisted in disgust. “Smells like them too.”
Cyrus chuckled as he primed the explosives. “No, they got that from where I stored them.”
In one toss the bombs bounced towards the checkpoint, exploding with invisible force and pushing any guards off their feet. Concussive force turned shooting guards into dazed messes and they all rolled on the ground in pain. Cyrus led the charge, barrowling through the barricade like it was made of cardboard. The crowd followed suit, seemingly not wanting to stick around an angry Syndicate lair.
Lexie tried to follow the dragon, but found his battered balls slowed him down. Eventually all the movement of running was too much and the rabbit fell, one hand shooting to his crotch. Others ran around him, accidentally kicking him in their dash to escape. Lexie spared a glace up and saw the dragon making his way to the ship. Why'd he bother saving the officer? He had the weapon and could get his reward. Lexie knew he couldn't trust a mercenary.
The rabbit suddenly found himself lifted up and hoisted over a broad shoulder. “Come on buns, we gotta get out of here.”
Lexie was surprised that the dragon came back to rescue him, suddenly feeling ashamed of his assumption. Cyrus carried his companion to the ship and dropped him into the passenger seat. CBT had already made all preparations and the group shot out of the hangar bay, quickly jumping to sub light speed to safety back towards the GPD headquarters. As stars flew across the front viewing port the dragon checked the controls. “Looks like we were not followed, they probably don't know who to chase. Are you alright?”
CBT shone a light over the rabbit who sat legs akimbo to scan him. “Testicular integrity and function are intact.”
Lexie rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Buster. I took a bad hit getting the device but I’ll live.”
“Need me to kiss it better? You are still my girlfriend after all.” With a letchous leer.
“Don't push your luck, big guy.”
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Glenda sat on the edge of her bed, staring wide-eyed at the screen as the credits for Lexie: Space Cop rolled up. The racoon girl was in her lazy pajamas, a loose shirt and comfy panties. Her knees were locked closed together with a cute Lexie plush comfortably snuck between her thighs. Normally she didn't care who made each episode, but now that they started to read fan mail, she eagerly hoped hers would get read. The list of names got pushed to the side as CBT and the space cop himself appeared in his standard uniform on a smaller screen.
“Heck of an adventure, eh?” The robotic voice of Crime Busting Technology spoke with no small level of enthusiasm. “Why don't we read some mail from a lucky fan?”
A small manipulator arm spang from the drone, pulling a sealed letter from a large bag and opening it. “Looks like this week's letter is from Gnash Panda.” The AI stopped for a moment, processing the odd name before giving a shrug with its one arm and reading the letter out loud.
“Dear Lexie, I watch your show every week. You look so cool in your police uniform and love to see you bust criminals. I even sleep with a Lexie plush every night. A lot of times my mean brother makes fun of me for watching. He steals my Lexie plush and calls your show a dumb cartoon. What should I do? Love, Gnash. P.S. Buster you are super cool too!”
If a round robot with only one eye could look proud then CBT would, “Nice to get some recognition.”
Lexie took over standing at attention like he was delivering a speech. “I'm glad you tune in every week, little Gnash. To address your concerns, crime and more specifically theft is no joke. You are well within your rights to defend yourself and your property.”
After flashing a title card animation, the scene crosscut to Lexie in the precinct gymnasium, now wearing blue short shorts and a loose white tank top. A few other officers worked out in the background, trying to ignore the camera. The rabbit stopped in front of a boxing dummy with an angry face drawn on it. “It's important for every citizen to bust crime, and always hit criminals where it hurts. So next time your brother tries to steal from you, do what I'd do to a criminal.”
The rabbit swung his leg back and shot it forward with a loud grunt of effort. The dummy was built to take hard hits but it couldn't withstand the strong legs of the Lepus, judging from the indent he left in the crotch. This earned a look of sympathy pain from other officers . CBT flew into shot. “Maybe she should not kick that hard?”
Lexie shugged. “As much force as she feels is appropriate. That's all the time we have for now. Remember, little Gnash, stay in school and winners don't use drugs.”
CBT chimed in “Don't forget to order your limited edition ‘undercover Lexie’ figure!” with a turn -around graphic of lexie in a dress showing up on screen.
Gnash let out a high-pitched yelp of sheer delight, squeezing her plush tightly. Despite her being a full grown adult she didn't mind being called little Gnash, and would probably remember Lexie calling her that for later when she was alone.
Thrash, her twin brother, pounded on the wall adjacent. “You're making my ears bleed! Keep it down I'm trying to read this month’s issue of Morn the Runt.”
“So that's why my skin lotion went missing!” She sat in a huff, her joy spoiled by her insensitive brother. She picked up her Lexie plush, looking at its cute chibi visage of the serious faced bunny and thought to herself. Perhaps she should follow his advice. After all, Thrash was never properly ‘brought to justice’ for all his previous misbehavior. With a wicked grin she stood up, ready to deliver some space justice.
