All of my problems lately have been caused by my incredible sexual prowess and magical virility.
I never thought I'd ever say that about myself.
But here I was, having finger fucked into ecstatic oblivion the only source of support I was ever going to have in this fight. My redheaded savior lay sprawled on the filthy motel room floor, her body still slightly trembling.
Matterhorn loomed over me, wrench raised like an executioner's axe, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed the room. Torque bit her plump lower lip with a mix of shock and arousal.
Matterhorn grinned. "Looks like your little mermaid's down for the count, pretty boy. Time to end this."
He swung the wrench in an arc. I rolled desperately, the heavy and solid metal whistling past my ear and cratering the floor where my head had been. Splinters and dust exploded upward. My heart hammered, adrenaline mixing with the lingering throb in my cock until I was feeling the most confused emotions I have ever felt.
I scrambled back, breath ragged. "Wait—"
"No waiting." He advanced, boots thudding. "You took us out of time. You threaten everything. You're done."
Torque ran forward. Her long, black hair was loose and messy, covering just the top parts of full breasts that swelled with heavy breathing. "Baby... maybe ease up? He's just a newbie with too much Sugar and no clue how to handle it. Imagine what he could do to us."
She put a hand on his shoulder. "Imagine what he could do to us if you weren't here for us...."
Matterhorn shot her a glare that could've melted steel, but I saw the flicker of hesitation. These women weren't just arm candy for Matterhorn. He protected them, yes, but it was guided by a genuine care and concern.
"This guy's a threat. If I go easy on him, who knows what he'll break next? No, this is going all the way. A fight to the death."
"I don't think he means to hurt anybody, baby."
"Guys like them never do."
He flipped the wrench from hand to hand, closing the distance. "You should know," he said, pointing his wrench at Bridgid. "This is going to hurt her a lot more than it's going to hurt you."
I almost exploded in anger.
He swung. I stumbled backward over scattered soda cans, cursing. Without being able to leverage Sugar Rush, I was still fast and strong, but no match for a veteran like him.
My only shot was to outlast him... or outsmart him.
Torque wasn't alone. Matterhorn had two other Sugar Babies, at least. He wouldn't risk swinging wild near them. If I could get close to wherever they were hiding, I might be able slow him down. Maybe long enough for Bridgid to regain her consciousness.
I bolted toward the wall opposite the side Torque had materialized from.
"Hey, Princess!" I yelled.
Matterhorn stopped, confused.
"Yes, Teddy?" Princess said with a slight yawn out of a place in the air between me and Matterhorn.
"Sorry, Princess," I said, steeling myself. Pointing at Matterhorn with Gelato I yelled, "This time I was talking to that sack of shit right over there!"
Torque gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "You've done it now," she said quietly.
Matterhorn's face went crimson, veins bulging along his tree-trunk arms. He dropped into a charging stance.
Here goes, I thought.
He thundered toward me like a freight train. I waited until the last second, then darted right, flashing Gelato up to parry. He missed completely, crashing shoulder-first into the wall-mounted TV. The screen shattered in a spiderweb of cracks.
He roared. Now was the time. From here, I might be able to outrun him to the potential place of safety. I was halfway across the room when his massive hand clamped the back of my robe.
He turned me around and showered me with spittle as he snarled in my face.
"Goodnight, asshole," he said.
His fist drove into my gut like a cannonball. It was one of the most devastatingly painful punches I've ever experienced in my life. Air exploded from my lungs. The world slowed as I flew backward, slamming into the far wall hard enough to crack the plaster. I lodged there, crumpled, waves of cramps rippling through my abs. Gelato clattered away, glinting a few feet from Matterhorn's boots.
Matterhorn stood grinning, crazed triumph in his eyes, waiting to see if I'd move. But I couldn't.
Two women appeared from where they had been hidden under some kind of invisibility enchantment. Lockjaw and Ironbound, I presumed.
Lockjaw had pink cyberpunk hair, glowing circuit tattoos, and wore tight biker leathers. Her jaw itself was cybernetic, made completely out of a shiny chrome-like metal. Ironbound was seated in some kind of high-tech wheelchair that looked more like a battle station. Her short, pure-white hair framed an exhausted, but beautiful face. It was only this face that was visible in the armored chair, blankets draping the rest of her body. The outline teased hidden treasures.
They just stared at me, wide-eyed.
"How," I wheezed, "can he hit that hard?"
Lockjaw spoke. When she did, it was with a slight crackle of digital feedback. "A couple of things. Torque primed him up, but what hit you hard was his Caramelization ability."
"I... saw that on his screen... but didn't know anything about it... thought it had something to do... with onions..."
"Caramelization," Lockjaw continued, "means he's able to break down Sugar. When he hit you, part of your body started to slip out of the Sugar Rush state, but the rest of you managed to keep it together. If you couldn't... you'd probably have a hole in you right now."
"Awesome," I said with a painful sigh.
"So, what was the plan, anyway?"
This time Ironbound spoke. She had a weak voice, but it was oddly more human than Lockjaw's.
"Were you going to hide behind us like a coward?"
"Trying... not to die."
"You're doing a shitty job."
"This was almost too easy," he rumbled, coming closer. "I feel bad. You need Floor 2, right?"
"Y-yes," I said.
"I can get you closer."
His hand clamped around my throat like a steel vise. Muscles bulged as he lifted me clean out of the wall crater. My feet dangled.
"Have a nice trip."
With a grunt, he hurled me straight through the window I'd entered the room from.
One of the last sights I had of the room before I switched my focus toward grabbing the towel rope was Bridgid beginning to stir and sit up from the ground.