A heavy punch lands on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. My body went numb for a second as I tried to keep my footing. The gator girl in front of me was taking cheap shots as two dog girls held onto me. "And here I thought you were a threat Nightwing." Her voice was deep and filled with spite as she throws another punch at me and lands square on my face.
The pain was there, but all I could do was glare. "Ugh.... fuck you bitch. I didn't do shit to you." The gator laughs, "It's not what I want. It's what who paid me to kill you wants. And I'm gonna make this last as long as I want for the amount of money I am getting." Another punch hits me on the face and I tried struggling out of the dogs grips.
A cat girl that was standing next to the gator turns around to see Melissa work her way through the crowd that surrounded the gate. Melissa popped through and charged towards the gator, only to be intercepted by the cat. Melissa, however was in a fit of rage to see me get hurt and ducked underneath the punch from the cat girl and gave a swift uppercut to her face.
This gave me enough time to raise my left leg and stomp my foot against the dog girl on my left. Her grip loosened as she yips and I pull her in front of me as the gator girl punches again. This time connecting to her lackey and have her take the brunt of the attack. My opportunity was open as she lets go and I swiftly move my hand over to slap the other dog girl in the face. This caught her off guard and she let go.
Now free, I quickly move my head away from another punch and thrusted a jab at the gator to hit her in the chest. She lets out a few grunts as I get a couple jabs in and then goes for a tackle on me into the fence. Melissa on the other hand was kicking the cat girl in the stomach before swaying back as one of the dog girls git back up and took a swing at her. The mouse then counters a punch with a side step and elbowing the dog girl hard in the ribs.
I wormed my way out from the gator and ducked as she tried to land a powerful swing on me. Seeing an opening, I rise up and punch her hard in the neck before taking ahold of her and forcing her head down onto my knees. With her stunned, I quickly turned my attention to the other dog girl who growled at me as she leapt onto my back.
As I backpedal with the savage girl on my back, Melissa was back at it with the cat girl in a slap fight. She counters the slaps aimed at her with backhands and delivers her own slaps against the cat in her tits first, then in her face. The cat falls over onto the floor and Melissa turns around as I bumped into her with the dog girl on my back. I quickly duck my head as she throws a punch to hit the dog and she lets go of me.
Not having enough myself from that, I force myself backwards and piledrive my weight onto the dog as payback. She groans in pain as impact was made to the ground. I get back up off the ground and Melissa and I were standing together towards the gator girl in front of us.
Whistles were being blown as the guards had finally made their way up to where we were. Five rough looking armadillos rushed through the crowd and had their batons out. One of the taller ones shouted. "Alright ladies, break it up and knock it off or all of you are going into solitary for a month!"
The gator looks at the guards and growls before walking past us. "You two better watch yourselves." She then leaves and walks off pass the dispersing crowd. The other girls that were on the floor were lifted up by a guard and carried off, possibly to the infirmary from the amount of abuse we did to them.
Melissa puts a hand on my shoulder, "Come on Shade. Let's go." I look down at my mouse friend and nod. We both walked away from the area to head elsewhere in the prison yard.
It's been a couple of months since we got arrested. We all had a task to take care of that involved taking down some factory worksites that held heavy illegal underground trade systems. Slaves, drugs, you name it. We managed to destroy a few, but unfortunately we got ratted out for destruction of city property and some homicide cases.
The destruction part we get, the homocide, not so much. The only people we killed were the ones responsible. Even if we took them back to The Heavenly Nine and turned them into proper slaves, which our trade is legal, after the things they have done, nobody would want them around.
My twin sister Kitsuno and our friend Veronica managed to escape and are both hiding away. Our mistress at The Heavenly Nine is doing all that she can to get us out and to clear our names, but Melissa and I aren't sure we can hold on much longer. Some of the other prisoners here seem very eager to the two of us being here. And given what just happened with that large gator chick, someone wants us dead.
The two of us walk back to a bench on the opposite side of the basketball area to rest. My head was throbbing slightly from the punches I took. Looking at Melissa, she was a little banged up herself. "Thanks for helping Mel, I owe you."
Melissa shakes her head and looks off into the distance of the court. "Don't worry about it Shade. We need to stick together more than we need to right now. I've heard about this prison before and it's no joke." She's got that right for sure. Some of the women here are something even I can't take on. Not even sexually as I am more concerned of keeping my dick on than using it as a bargaining tool.
The location of this prison isn't that bad either, but I don't like it. It's located in the middle of a forest with a river nearby. The main problem I have besides the living psychopaths here is the humidity. It must rain a lot here and have a consistent warmth where the air is just barely tolerable to me. Melissa doesn't seem too bothered by it, but I know my sweet mouse by now. She grew up in a much more harsher environment and this is way better for her.
My hands reach up to my neck and readjust the colar I was wearing. The warden here was warned about my magical abilities unfortunately and they devised this damn ungodly uncomfortable piece of metal to clamp around me. I'm more surprised that chick didn't try choking me out with it. "Fuck... I hate this thing so much."
Melissa snaps her attention back to me and rubs a hand on my back. "I know Shade, but fiddling with it isn't gonna help. We should at least be grateful that these clothes are comfortable." She is right to be honest. The prison wear here consisted on light blue colared shirts and jeans. Not the worst design, but something managable. Not like those places that do the orange jumpsuits. Pretty sure that's for people who really fucked up. Maybe. I don't know, I try not to get arrested okay.
"Hey, you two!" Our attention was grabbed by a guard who was at the entrance to the cage area. "It's lunch hour. Come on, we don't have all day." We both get up and follow the orders from the armadillo. Best we stay on some of the guards good side and not piss them off. I've seen what they can do, armadillos are tanky and can take a beating.
The rest of the day went by as best as it could as both of us were on high alert. On more than one occasion did we see that gator skulking around. We bet anything that she's trying to catch us both either alone, one of us by ourselves, or an open opportunity to brute force her way through. As much as I want her alive to tell us who paid her to kill us, I would rather much be rid of her entirely as she is a main threat.
Around night time is when I was back in my cell. The prison was at least kind enough to put Melissa in the cell right next to mine, so we had the chances to talk. I was growing a bit restless for a few reasons. One, was that there were a lot of women here and I have not had any real sexual release happen. The other reason is why. There are a lot of crazy women here. Some make you wonder if this is suppose to be a mental institution instead of a prison, but nope. Criminals is what they are.
Hell, I even owe one of the guards for helping pry off one of those insane lunatics that jumped me. The woman confused me with her dead husband somehow and wanted me to rail her hard on the wardens desk. She had that look in her eyes to where that was enough for me to not want to be anywhere near her. Course, after refusing her demand, she went ballistic and tried to drag me around instead while constantly hitting me in the chest.
Melissa hasn't been having the best of times either. Anytime we are not together, she gets grabbed by someone and either groped or attacked. This was in the first two weeks of us being here to where we made it very clear to stay close and not be seperated for long.
I get up off of my bed to head to the toilet until I heard a knocking on the wall. I shuffle around in the darkness to lean against it. "What's up Mel? Something on your mind?" On her side she was huddled up against the wall and fidgeting her fingers a bit. "Yeah, but we need to plan this carefully. I think I might know a way to get out of here. You probably won't like it though."
Shaking my head a bit before sighing, "Melissa. I am well pass the point of caring how the escape method is. If it gets us out of here then we need to try it." We both grew silent for a while as we heard footsteps echo around our sector of the cells. Didn't want the guards to hear what we were talking about.
We stayed still for a moment before the footsteps stopped and a metal door is heard slamming shut. I lean back a bit beofre sliding down the wall further. "Alright... what's the plan Mel?" The mouse girl place a hand against the wall and looks at where she thinks I am. "It's not gonna be easy, but we need a tool or two. I hope you don't mind tight spaces."
Already I am not enjoying this plan. I'm not claustrophobic in any way, but this is a prison. Tight spaces in this situation means it's gonna be filthy. My eyes glance at the toilet and I already had the idea where this was going.
