“Wh-why?” he croaked.
“Because once upon a time, Probe Master decided that any invaders could suck his dick!”
Ottis’ mouth opened and closed.
“The bad guys will get what’scoming,” Hijinks added.
“This is terrible,” Ottis breathed. What did the cannon even shoot?
The cannon had been lying flat against the ground. It rose up now like an actual erection, and the mechanical humming grew louder.
THOOM!
The cannon jerked. Sticky white fluid crashed into the new wave of attackers, knocking them back out through the hedge.
“Bullseye!” Hijinks cheered.
“Holy fuck,” Ottis whispered. “It firescum?!”
“It has so much cum stored up,” Hijinks said. There came a few patting sounds. “It’s been neglected for months. Such blue balls.”
“What the fuck was that?” Sevrian cried.
As one, the invaders turned to look at the giant pink cock sticking out of the mansion.
Doc flashed a sharp smile. “You can suck my cock, jackass.”
Sevrian jabbed his finger at the flesh-colored cannon. “B Team, take that down.”
“I wouldn’t, if I were you,” Doc said ominously. He continued to hack at the men who surrounded him, instead of following the group that broke away to storm the mansion.
For a second, Ottis wondered if Doc wasn’t all that concerned about him and the pups.
Then the cock cannon blasted, and a deluge of white gunk flattened the attacking group.
The thugs struggled, but they couldn’t get to their feet. It was as though they had been glued down by the cum.
“It’s too sticky!” one of the men yelled. He flopped around like a fish.
Ottis clapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh.
Hotcart came racing around onto the front lawn. Ottis would’ve yelled for the cart to return to the mansion, but no one paid any attention to it.
The cart rolled over the trapped men as though they were tiny bumps on the ground, squeaking its wheels like it was having the time of its life. Ottis groaned.
Doc was close to neutralizing all the invading thugs. Sevrian was growing increasingly agitated; his men were not enough to stop Doc.
“Give him up,” Sevrian snapped. “He’s not worth that much.”
“Then why are you still here?” Doc retorted.
Spots of blood dotted his clothes. They weren’t big injuries, but they still made Ottis worry. Doc twisted around, smacking the thugs’ spears out of their hands.
“I’ve put so much effort into Ottis. It’ll be a waste to let him go now,” Sevrian said.
“He wants you out of his life,” Doc growled. “Surely you’re self-aware enough to realize that.”
“It doesn’t matter what he wants.”
