Doomsday Man Ch. 04: Bourbon Jungle

Fort Apache parking garage...

"There she is." Julio Montoya, cleaning his hands from working on vehicles noticed Hector and Persia Hostile walking across the garage toward Hector's favorite mode of transport RAMROD. Persia clinging to her man's arm still kept her eyes and ears open for anyone watching. She knew she was the hottest girl in New York City, so the ego was definitely present. Her cling becoming simply holding hands allowed her to walk upright, her breasts bobbing about in her bikini top, the loose material covering fur tempted their escape. If they did... so, be it. Oopsie! Cat's out of the brag!

"Got me tuned up Hotshot?" Hector asked in passing.

"Purrs like... a pussy." He spoke as Persia winked at him shamelessly.

"Head out of my girls gutter Julio." They reached his monster truck, the solid chrome beast RAMROD, Hector taking the time to open the passenger door for Persia like a gentleman. As he helped her up inside, she planted a foot on the door to keep it open. Shrugging off her hint of claustrophobia he made his way to the tailgate and used a remote attached to his tunic to lower it. His twin white tigers Ozzie and Harriet strutting toward them in slow motion just because they could get away with it, he swayed his hand back and forth to hurry them up. "It's a Sunday drive, not a Sunday stroll. Hurry your stripes up already."

While the beasts boarded the bed, Heater Montoya drying his hands using his body's core temperature eyed Persia who slyly spread her legs and tugged her bikini bottoms up inside her labia. Whispering, "Gutter!" toward Julio the mechanic smirked. Tunnel vision took on a whole new meaning. Shaking off her flirtations he offered to close the door for her. She allowed it but continued her teasing by licking her fingers sensually as if a big dick. It took the suspension of RAMROD to bounce for him to imagine taking her to bed. As the tailgate slammed shut the noise made him behave. Hector sure wished his girl Vera had Persia's talents.

"I thought Warbride and Bantwo were here waiting on us." Hector approached Julio, pointing up at Persia to behave herself. Frowning she fluttered her wet fingers at Julio and turned in her seat.

"They took SAFARI on out for a spin. Bride said she'd wait for you at the gate. I did some updating on SAFARI's struts to handle those speedy... curves." He swallowed looking over at Persia lifting her right breast to lick at her exposed nipple. "Sorry Hec... can't help but look when a gal... does that." Cats did tend to lick themselves quite often.

Shaking his head at Persia, Hector simply patted Julio on the back. "Too hot for even you Heater." Sadly, not true but it was important to know Hector wasn't offended by his mechanic's attraction to his wife. Her pheromones were off the charts, even Hector was boasting a killer erection. Not good considering what he needed to do. He had a mission, and his wife was not going to make it go off without a hitch. She couldn't help herself, it was just in her nympho nature.

Climbing up behind the steering wheel he found Persia gone missing from her seat and now in the back rear compartment. Having slid open the rear window she was petting Ozzie and Harriet. "My babies! Mommy has missed you." Feline attachments! He had to swat away her fanning tail just to start RAMROD and drive. Ignoring her without a seatbelt on he simply gunned it and headed out of the garage. Giggling she crawled through the window and spent a majority of the drive with her pets. He called the bed of RAMROD the Litter Box anyway.

Leaving the first tunnel up to street level he passed beacon after beacon which switched off then back on in sequence to prevent safety protocols like lasers from destroying company property. Switching on a mic transmitter Hector called out, "See ya'll when I get back from Animal House, Dispatch!" At this hour his friend, Temple Lachlan was off duty, replaced by another in rotation.

"Be careful out there Gorgeous."

"That you Burkley Sue? How's the kids?"

"A hand full. When your youngest has six arms that's a fact. He takes after his father."

"OctoDaddy all over ya?" Hector chuckled.

"No comment! I heard Persia's back. How's that going?" In response Hector looked back through his rearview mirror to see Persia halfway inside the partition between cab and bed and halfway out. The expression on her face looked possessed, eyes rolled white as her nails dug into the upholstery of the seat. He just tilted his mirror down.

"She's... taking a bath."

"Bath? I thought cat's hated water."

"They do. I'll be in touch Burkley." He killed the mic then tilted his mirror back up to witness Persia squall on a shrill low level then open her eyes to see Hector. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Don't blame me. Ozzie's... happy to see me is all." A rumble from the back sent the shocks bouncing from side to side. Harriet was jealous of her brother. A switch to an in-bed camera Hector saw Ozzie licking Persia's cunt and asshole. Her bikini bottoms a G-string as it were, there was no hiding the goodies from the big cat. Yes, indeed Ozzie loved his mommy. "Jesus Christ Persia! Why do you let him do that to you?"

"I didn't intend it to happen. Don't be jealous Baby. You know how he gets with no companion. Harriet suffers for it."

"I know! She's about to tear his tail off. You better get in here before you get in the middle of a catfight you won't strut away from." Reaching his right arm back she grabbed his hand and felt just how strong her husband was. He yanked her body through the window with ease tumbling her between seats. Ozzie irritated by his loss snarled through the window as it cut him off. "He about took your tail off." Gathering her composure Persia pulled her G-string band back into place and gnashed her teeth at the saliva matting up her ass fur. "These urges of yours are getting old Persia."

"It's in my nature and you know it. You wouldn't want me if I were a dog, would you?"

"It depends. I can train a dog to go grab me a beer." He chuckled as she reclaimed her front passenger seat, daylight blinding them until RAMROD's auto tint took over to save their retina's.

"I grab you a beer when you ask for one."

"Once ever! It's all about you. If you don't feel it, you don't do it. And stop using your cat side as an excuse."

"Try telling that to Tabitha at the Cathouse Nation. At least I don't work there, I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"In a blue moon! For how long though? This Call of the Wild shit is killing our marriage."

"Cat's roam what can I say. You know I love you, Hector. It's just the Nature of the Beast. You only have some minor spider monkey genes in you, the rest is mutation. Even spider monkey's roam the jungles. Why do you stay put there at Fort Apache?"

"It's not just my career choice Persia. You know my dad insists we keep order as best we can in this fucked up world."

"Is it fucked up? I think it was probably worse before. Population control at least. The strong survive dynamic makes sense to me."

"You can tell that to Tuskarora when he slaughters innocents over fucking territory. Hell, we barely push him back every time he makes waves. Bull Elephants are never easy to take down when they're mutated with tougher skin. He's the worst of the tribe. At least his Ivory Gang is only about thirty members strong at this point. His girl Kashmir's no slouch either. Nothing worse than bitches with tusks when they start their periods."

"Females don't have tusks, do they?" His frown led her to believe in the possibility, "Do Ivan and Doris have enough firepower to push them back?"

"Only a fierce clientele. Ivan fortified the bar as best he could with our help. Between the PoPo stations spread out across the state keeping peace we've managed to protect the good people as much as possible. Thankfully there's enough mutant pop that are sane and trying to make a difference too."

"Is that Warbride?" Persia pointed up ahead to a similar monster truck to RAMROD but only with a zebra striped paintjob. It was coming in off of a side street with a flashing light but no siren.

"Yep! Styled up her ride. I like it. I sure hope Lockheart is okay, Warbride's lover might be a pain but she's a good cop. They just came on at Fort Apache shortly after you hightailed it to the Catskill's. Bantwo is Warbride's sister... sisters."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Two of her sisters got merged into one body. Doubles their strength and natural fighting ability. Warbride took a different turn, she's bigger in build than I am."

"And she fits behind a steering wheel?"

"Modified! No backseat in SAFARI. She's like 7'2 and all muscle. Wears warpaint just as a cultural thing. They're originally from the Congo but moved to the states just before the freak wave that altered everyone's DNA."

"If she's that big, has she faced this Tuskarora yet?"

"Not yet! Baptism of fire let's hope she's as tough as she acts. I know she can bench press 1,400 pounds without breaking a sweat to smear her paint. Okay, we're crossing Throg's Neck Bridge into the Borough of Queens. Bourbon Jungle isn't far now. Quiet day today, no rats or gators coming up from the sewers. They must be spooked by the vibrations of the Ivory Gang and Ivan Bigfellow's guards, the MAWb! That's a hell of a lot of weight, it's no wonder the streets need repaired."

"Flushing Queens sign. Sounds like constipated royalty." She giggled.

"Might as well be. Ivan rules Flushing! Pretty certain his wife Doris leaves a trail."

"Who cleans up after all these beasts?"

"Rodents! Food gets scarce they eat shit and cry."

"So crazy! That's why I like getting out of the city. It's so much more peaceful in the mountains. There you have regular wildlife and mountaineer mutants. Most of them seem decent. The Neg's are few and far between, most stick to towns where they can breed together. Luckily most can't climb trees like I can. You really should take a vacation and go with me next time. You may never want to come back."

"So, why do you?"

"Hector! You know why. You're my soulmate. I just... "

"Can't keep your legs closed."

"There is that, but it's mostly about freedom away from this insanity."

"Uh huh! Lights up ahead. Feel the rumble?"

"Not really! RAMROD's too sturdy! I... HECTOR LOOK OUT!" From his blindside came the biggest motherfucker in a ten-block radius, RAMROD tossed over on to its side by a bull elephant as big as a medium size U-Haul trailer.

Warbride barely avoided RAMROD's skid, running SAFARI up and over long vacated cars crushing them into splintered metal and glass. Sadly, a pair of backseat lovers of the Squirrel kind escaped being killed in the collision. Bushy tails ran for cover. Nuts swinging! You guessed it! Squirrely Boys!

The impact hurled RAMROD three times taking out a former clothing storefront of long-lost mannequins. Artificial body parts were flung in all directions. Not that they were useful outside of a few stolen away by some perverted lonesome loser as a mate or three. Thrown into Hector, Persia was smothering him with her tits, her back pushing them into him due to an airbag. Ow! While RAMROD was built to withstand high impacts, the exterior had very minor dents in it. Any other car would have been totaled.

"And that was the man of the hour." Hector wheezed but still kissed his wife's tits. Machine gun fire coming from Warbride's SAFARI only pissed off Tuskarora, as he turned his attention toward her. Hector needed to get Persia off of him before the pachyderm could attack again. RAMROD was well known amongst the Boroughs of New York City.

SAFARI however was all new with the zebra paint and under the ride gun turrets spewing ammo that merely etched the Elephantine Man's legs as if scratches, barely any blood was oozing from any wound. Drawing Tuskarora's attention meant Warbride losing track of her other surroundings. BOOM! Broadsided by two more smaller elephants, one on its hind legs she too met up with a storefront, this one an old Chinese restaurant. Thus far things were not in their favor.

"Releasing the cats." Hector lifted his free arm to activate and open the tailgate section of RAMROD allowing a dazed pair of white tigers to vacate and size up the situation. Let the hunt begin! Once the twin siblings began their prowl out of the way of RAMROD, Hector eased Persia from her balloon predicament and gave her a chance to crawl away from him. "This is why I told you to stay home."

"And this is why I never stay home. Quit making me feel as if I can't pull my weight. I'll crawl through the back window and out."

"Just sit your fluffy tail down. RAMROD has this."

Once she's stable in holding on good, he flips another switch and the exterior body panels on the monster truck extend like plated landing gear. Hydraulics lift the vehicle upward until the weight balances out and drops back onto the tires. Engine still strong Hector drove his ride out of the store and back on to the street. Right into another dilemma. Tuskarora was battling it out with SAFARI to which Bantwo was using electrode harpoons from the roll bar cannons to try and jolt him to the ground. The spears barely pierced his hide, the shock only slowing him minimally.

Hector's situation however was facing a much bigger widespread threat. The Ivory Gang, Tuskarora's herd of thug mutated elephants were charging down the street at him. Persia hissing opened the truck window and bailed out. Scurrying for higher ground she made it to a rooftop and surveyed the surrounding area for some way to be helpful. Before discovering anything, she saw Ozzie and Harriet pouncing on the back of two members of the herd, sinking teeth and claw into them. The elephants' limbs were unable to reach upward so that meant slamming their backs into walls along storefronts to try and dislodge their predatory riders.

"My babies are going to get hurt." Not so easily though, the bone structure on both cats were the next step to invincible, the spikes protruding from their backs extremely useful in most cases. Sparks flew in dragging them along the bricks, but the cats hung on for dear life.

Hearing the sounds of what could have been jets, in flew a unit of officers from Sentinel Suite, the gallant warriors of True Blue, led by an armored female. Jetpacks built to be protective so as not to fly into anything, had laser guided evaders so that they could fight, fly, and not kill themselves doing it. The lasers detected solid surfaces and when too close activated an evasive mode sending them straight up until able to regroup and stabilize. Nice tech!

Flamethrower units tried to divert the herd from Hector but wasn't doing much good. Grumbling under his breath Hostile charged them with RAMROD, the high-powered engine sending the monster truck rearing up on two wheels. Just in time to literally drive over the top of the congested herd of elephants. He could hear their painful cries as he left tire treads on their backs until landing back on the ground behind the herd. Persia laughed her ass off at seeing her man make a new highway out of their backbones. Many of the herd caved to buckling knees until he abandoned their mass. "God, I love that monkey man!"

The flamethrower's spooked the herd to a degree sending them down a side street where more True Blue officers snared some of them in nets that whipped across them like a massive bed sheet. Gas nodules from cannisters attached to the netting knocked a number of the gang unconscious, while others too stubborn to lay down drug the nets along.

The tank brigade that fired the nets were targeted and battered about until the leader of True Blue unit Officer Grace Madden aka Iron Madden, as in Iron Man but a woman, who once was a man. Transgender she was one of the toughest bitches in New York City. Madden soared by, dropping more gas from chest cannons. Little by little the herd was going down.

Warbride rolled up next to Hector in SAFARI looking over with a wilderness grin. Slapping her door, the savage beauty revved her engine. Hector nodding at her pointed at Tuskarora barreling down on both of them. Eyes went wide at her mistake of not watching every movement. For a huntress that could have been fatal. That guy was next to unstoppable, which made for one hell of a ringleader. Not only was he strong, but smart. Before succumbing to his mutation Tuskarora was a Native-American zookeeper at the Bronx Zoo, not exactly a straight arrow kind of guy, pardon the pun, he had gambling problems and sad solutions to those who collected on debts.

Tough even back then, he fought off the criminal element, only to take over. A bad drinking problem was his only weakness. Which is why he was here. His target the night club Bourbon Jungle had the good stuff. Made on sight with what they had to work with, grains still imported from around the world and carefully smuggled in through the underground sailroad. Meaning the sewers! When your posse is Hippos, the water was their element. Size kept them safe from those below. God, the Bronx Zoo was busy the day of the DNA disaster.

"MOVE!" Hector backed up RAMROD full speed hoping no one innocent was behind him. He did know his tigers were busy and Persia was up topside safe and blowing him kisses. Warbride took the curbs charging up over more cars including parking meters. As if anyone was paying to park these days anyway.

Tuskarora couldn't decide who was the more important target. He knew Hector from a number of encounters and had a hatred for him, but that zebra mobile just called out to him. Call it animal magnetism! Trumpeting through his trunk his anger sent him careening sideways right into SAFARI, Warbride losing control to the side panel impact that shoved her into the frontage of a long dead hair salon. If she had had time, she might have grabbed some mousse for her mohawk. No shopping spree today! More of a killing spree.

True Blue officers zipping by deterred Tuskarora as much as possible with flamethrowers but in the end, they felt useless, his exterior was like armor plating. All it truly did was make him look up and roar with intimidation. While stuck inside the parlor Warbride's co-pilots Bantwo crawled free of SAFARI and ducked through the back room and up a back-alley fire escape leading to the roof. The 5'3 beauty with braided hair extensions raced across the rooftop and leered down at Tuskarora just as he turned his attention back on Warbride. Her sister was unable to get traction in the store's confinement without bringing the very roof Bantwo stood on down on top of her.

Hector understanding Warbride's predicament tried an alternative. Now that he didn't have Tuskarora on his front bumper charging he switched directions and floored it toward the twelve-foot-tall monstrosity on all fours. Igniting a long cable from his undercarriage that had a grappling hook with directional sensors attached, it shot around both of his hind legs and yanked tightly drawing them together. Balance waning Hector roared backwards again in RAMROD and pulled the steel cable taunt enough to drag his legs out from under him, and down the street. Pissed off by his entrapment Tuskarora hooked his tusk around a power pole and used it as an anchor. The response was bringing Hector to an abrupt halt, teetering RAMROD on its tires. The pole above was waving other poles under the pressure. Hector uncertain what might happen to he or at least RAMROD should such high voltage come coursing through moved forward loosening the cable. The move made Tuskarora try and rise.

A wilding cry from above Tuskarora looked up, his tusks preventing a solid lift of his head. All he saw was a shadow then felt a stabbing to his left eye. Bantwo utilizing hydraulic spears blinded the beast in one eye. Abandoning that spear Bantwo somersaulted away and landed in the street. Fearful of his rage and the light pole cracking, she darted for the other side of the street. With Bantwo out of harm's way, her sister Warbride gunned Safari and took out the wall of the salon into the neighboring insurance outlet then back forward onto the street.