*** 9. The Bottom Dogs ***
The gang Legstrong had taken over still lived in the old lair just as Tyrant remembered. But they had recruited.
"That fucker," the Silent Feet boss said.
They were looking down from a hill, hidden by grass, observing three SparkSteel containers and a few bales of cloth stretching between them.
"We only had two containers and there was plenty room. Where did they even get a third one?"
They stayed still for the rest of the day and memorized faces and routines. Tyrant had bought two spyglasses just for this occasion.
There were 19 Bottom Dogs. Plus Legstrong, who still called the shots. They all had the same tattoo of canines reaching out of their lower lips.
"Yo Tyrant," Asscunt asked. "How come you ain't got tatts like that?"
"Fuckers got them after I left. We were never serious about the gang business. Least I thought so. But Legstrong was really fuckin' serious."
Legstrong was easy to spot among his members. He carried his hair in a long, dim gray braid while all other Dogs had their heads shaved. He wore a black loin cloth while the others had camo thongs.
"Aight," Tyrant said. "They're done eatin' dinner. They'll put up guards and go to sleep when the fire's down. Here's the plan."
Not only did the Bottom Dogs have lights shining out from the lair, their guards were dumb enough to stay close by and be visible.
Meanwhile, Bucket could wait for the exact moment one of them was separated from the rest as they made rounds in the area.
The first one was hit by shards that had been cooled for several minutes. Not only did they penetrate his skull through his eyes and soft tissue, his brain was instantly shock frosted by the splinters.
He dropped – silently.
The next guard took his sweet time, rounding the corner of the container collection.
Bucket slammed him with a handful of ice that buried itself in his chest. He fell over with only a slight gasp but bumped his head into a metal bar.
The resulting sound alerted a third guard.
Bucket panicked. He didn't have enough time to cool his ice as much as he needed to. He threw shards at the guy who looked over his fallen friend.
Some missed, some landed. But he didn't die quietly.
The fourth guard ran over, realized he was looking at two corpses and began to shout. "There's-"
He was hit by phaser fire.
The battle was on.
Except... nothing happened. No one reacted to the blinding flash tearing through the night.
Bucket crawled around the lair. The fifth guard was fast sleep against a tent pole.
The freak got up and waved his gang members closer.
The containers had no doors. Brushing away thick curtains, Tyrant found himself in well-familiar sleeping quarters. Ten Bottom Dogs rested on worn out mattresses, among their possessions.
Tyrant walked between them. There were none he recognized.
He touched one after another with the tagger – quickly and lightly. If they ever made it as far as the towns around the stronghold, the robots would take them away as long as nobody was around to watch.
The new container was Legstrong's personal residence where he slept with his guards - the four eldest Dogs. Tyrant recognized all of them. K, Vev, S and Ra. They all had betrayed him.
He tagged the treacherous boys, but not Legstrong himself.
Tyrant pulled a tiny capsule from his utility belt. Before Crimson had started mopping up the drug brewers, he had gotten his hands on this little pill.
He broke it over Legstrong's lips and let its content drop into the young man's mouth. Legstrong was going to stay asleep for the trip.
Tyrant lifted his former friend over his shoulder was ready to extract himself from the lair.
"Yo! Intruders!"
The fifth guard was awake outside. The sound of ice shards hitting metal echoed through the container.
The blue haired gang leader looked down and saw Vev wake up. "W-what?" said the Bottom Dog.
Tyrant kicked Vev's face with all his strength and ran as fast as he could with a guy as heavy as himself across his shoulders.
Asscunt and Jinx pulled up with the bikes at the edge of the lair. Tyrant loaded Legstrong's unresponsive body onto Asscunt's seat.
Bottom Dogs streamed from their dorms. The fifth guard was at the tip of the chaotic formation.
Tyrant laughed. "Fuck you! I got your leader. Whatcha gonna do?"
From the second container – the one where no one had gone in to sleep – the Dogs pulled bikes. There were old models, patched in many places, but they apparently still worked.
"Uh-oh." Bucket said as he mounted Jinx' bike.
Tyrant grinned. "If they follow us into Fuck You's area of influence... Jinx, make sure they hate us enough to keep huntin'."
Jinx opened a portal. While the Bottom Dogs started their engines, he let it grow powerful enough to make the suction fill the air like a storm.
The freak threw his orb and it hit the fifth guard. The guy was shredded to gory bits that spiraled into the vortex. The wind currents made it impossible for the Dog's to hop onto their bikes and they held onto the heavy machines.
Vev – whose nose was bleeding heavily – had been the first one to pull out a vehicle and he was flung toward the black hole, as were two more Dogs.
Just as an entire mattress got sucked in, the portal collapsed. Vev fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The other two men collided in the air where the vortex had just been.
The Silent Feet drove off, making sure to turn the lights on so the Bottom Dogs knew which direction to drive if they wanted to follow.
And they certainly wanted to follow. All the way back to Crimson.
One day later, the Silent Feet found several old, damaged hover bikes along the road. There was no trace of the Bottom Dogs. Fuck You had new inhabitants.
Legstrong was handed over to the authorities. He was put into chastity, got a metal collar around his neck and a serial number across his forehead.
Then Tyrant claimed him.
The prisoner became a slave, gene-bound to Tyrant. If Legstrong left his presence he'd be choked and electrocuted to near fatal levels.
"Okay," Tyrant said to the slave handler. "Here's what I want him to get. Nipple rings, tatts like the ones on my calves and a code break. Then across his back it should say `Property of Tyrant'."
"That's gonna cost you."
"I know."
"Yo," Asscunt said. "It's our bottle caps, too."
Tyrant waved him off. "We got so much for the mutants, there's enough left."
Jinx hummed. "What's a code break?"
While the handler led Legstrong away, Tyrant explained. "A stroke through the taint barcode. As long as the code's still readably, any change is legal. The break means it becomes harder to scan. He'll have to squat for a while and wiggle his ass back and forth. I've seen it take a minute to register."
"So, just a little inconvenience?"
"The first of many."
Legstrong had chosen his name well. His thighs and calves popped off his body in a magnificent manner. Under most circumstances, Asscunt would have loved to tongue bath those legs.
But since the former Bottom Dog was now the Silent Feet's own slave, Asscunt could instead sink his dick into the meaty ass whenever he wanted, which – as much as Asscunt was a bottom – was still more fun than licking legs most of the time.
Bucket had gotten closer with Jinx and bought his own pair of nipple rings. The popular decoration had been something Asscunt had considered, too, but never gotten around to.
The gang returned to their supplying duty. It was actually funny to watch Legstrong struggle at Deep Penetration's exit and even more at Shrine of Dick's gate.
The slightly weird community of dick worshippers was where they got their next mission. And it wasn't from the chief.
Notes: Did Legstrong get what he deserves or should he have gone straight to Fuck You?
Chapter 10: Banana Mystery