Ah, the pleasant joys of Dreamy Dream Land. Clouds made from cotton candy and flowing rivers of marshmallow. Gingerbread cottages and fences made from peppermint candy. These dreams made Trevor feel happy. And also a bit hungry when he woke up.

Alas, tonight these dreams were not meant to last, for he was rudely awakened by a tapping, the sound of someone loudly rapping, rapping at his penthouse door. Groaning and rolling over to look at his alarm clock, he saw that it was close to three in the morning. Needless to say, this fact didn't exactly make him any happier. Gradually, his fragmented mind reassembled itself, and he was finally able to focus on reality.

"Trevor!" came the screaming from outside, "Open this fucking door!"

He knew this voice, and since Vixen was not in the bed with him, having gone out on the town earlier, it surely must have been her. "Just a moment princess, I'm coming," he replied as sweetly as he could. As he approach the door, he balled his paws into fists. If Vixen did not have a legitimate reason for waking him up, he was going to give her such a beating. Finally, he unlocked and opened the door only to find the most agitated looking Vixen he had ever had the displeasure to see. 

"What took you so fucking damn long?!" she screamed at him. 

"Patience is a virtue," Trevor replied, grinning sardonically. 

"Shut up wise bitch, and com'on!" Vixen shouted again, grabbing his arm and attempting to drag him outside.

"Whoa, hold it! Where the hell are we going this fucking early? I don't even have pants on!" Trevor complained as he seized control on his arm back. 

"Then fucking put some on and move your ass!" Vixen was obviously not willing to wait. 

"Fine, fine," Trevor scoffed, retreating to the bedroom. Not desiring to hear Vixen bitch about him taking too long, he just pulled on his pants and threw on his duster, not bothering with shoes or a shirt, and returned to the front door. "For the sake of the Goddess, would you mind telling me what's going on babe?" he asked, purposely pushing her buttons with the name. 

"I do NOT want to fucking talk about it! Now let's go!" she screamed yet again, dragging him to the elevator. Defeated, Trevor went just to make her shut up. One hundred eight floors of tense silence later, he followed her through the lobby and out onto the street. To his surprise, there was a taxi waiting for them.

Well, whatever, Trevor thought to himself as he started to open the door. "NO!" Vixen shouted again, "You sit in the front!" 

"Ok, ok, fuck," Trevor retorted, climbing in next to the driver. Vixen climbed in the back and laid on her side, taking up the entire back seat, and informed the driver that they were going to the hospital. "Shit the fuck," Trevor muttered in Keizahnese before switching back to Basic, "I swear, there is never a dull moment with this woman around. Wonder why she's lying down like that..." 

"Dunno," the mink driving the cab replied, "She was lying down on the way to your place too, but she don't look sick or nothin'." Trevor just sighed and shrugged. Before long, they had arrived at the hospital, and after climbing out, Vixen told the driver to wait for them yet again under penalty of emasculation. Trevor thought that seemed slightly extreme, but got out and followed her regardless.

"So, you want to tell me what happened? I would really appreciate it," Trevor asked Vixen once the cabbie was out of earshot. 

"Fine," she agreed at last, "I met these two guys at a club. The three of us were really bored and we all decided some fun was in order, so we checked into some motel. Nice looking guys too. Perfect abs, nice, cut biceps, and those voices..." she was lost in the memory for a second or two. 

"Sounds like a great night, although I'm a little upset that you didn't invite me," Trevor said, only half-interested. 

"Anyway, now I'm going to get even with them," Vixen finished. 

"Wh-what? Why?" Trevor asked, astounded. 

"I'll tell you later, now come on." Sighing again, Trevor assisted with breaking into the hospital and the subsequent breaking into the medical supply room. After that, he just watched the door while Vixen looked for something.

"Ah, here we go," she said after several minutes, holding a small bottle filled with a clear solution. 

"Wonderful news, Cortez. May I ask what that's for?" Trevor responded, following her back outside. 

"We load those guys up with this and they won't remember anything that happened tonight," was the response, "Now come on. We need to get a couple of dildos." 

"Is it to late to cease my participation in this endeavor?" Trevor asked. 

"Get in the fucking cab, bitch," Vixen snarled. Trevor just shrugged and complied. On the way to the sex dungeon, as before, Vixen layed down in the backseat, and again, Trevor wondered why.

About one hour, some drugging, a little stuffing, and sixteen blackmail photos later, Vixen saw fit to release the cabbie from his task. He drove away quickly, and the remaining duo just walked down the street to a local park. "Ok, now will you tell me what the fuck happened to make you insane like that?" Trevor asked again. Vixen's mood had improved drastically, so he figured it was no longer dangerous to do so. 

"Yes, now I will tell you. Where'd I stop?" she replied. 

"'So we checked into some motel'," Trevor quoted. "Oh, right. So we check into some motel, since it was the closest place we could find, and locked the door. These guys knew exactly what they were doing too. They put me before themselves, and once I was good and ready, they stripped down real slow. And even after that, they still put more effort into me than themselves. Gods, by the time we finally started screwing, I was about ready to go insane, but that just made it that much better," she reminisced. 

"Wait, hold on a minute," Trevor jumped in, "You found two guys who, from what I understand, were nearly as drop dead sexy as me, and had them do you exactly the way you wanted, and you're upset about it?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Vixen was silent.

"Oh, shit, what happened? What'd they do?" Trevor asked, suddenly feeling concerned. Again, Vixen was silent, and Trevor could tell she really didn't want to say. Vixen really didn't want to say, especially not to someone she didn't want to kill. She couldn't ever remember feeling this tiny. Trevor wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her in close. "Oh, come on Vixen," he cooed softly, "You can tell me. It'll be our secret, ok?" 

"Ok..." was the half-heart reply. Trevor turned his head she she could speak directly into his ear. "They..." she started, mumbling the rest. 

"You'll have to speak up dear. Trevor can't hear you," the fox half-joked. 

"They, they deflowered me..." she said finally, causing Trevor to back away swiftly and practically lose his mind. "They de-flowered you?! The very thing that was done to you Goddess knows how many fucking years ago?! What the fuck--" he stopped himself in mid-rant and returned his voice to a normal level of volume, "You know what, fuck it. I don't care anymore." Vixen seemed visibly relieved by this. Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor spotted a vending machine. "You want a soda?" he asked, pointing to it with his thumb. 

"Yeah, sure," dropping down onto a bench, "Sounds goo-GODFUCKINGDAMNIT!!!!"

Trevor could swear he learned some new vulgarities immediately following that word(s). The instant Vixen touched that bench, she jumped off of it and fell to the ground saying things that could make a sailor faint. All the while, she had both paws firmly holding her rump. Trevor just turned and got Vixen her soda.

Now I get it, he thought, They deflowered her because she was still a virgin back there. He turned around to verify that it was, in fact, Vixen lying on the ground cursing. Goddess, that is unbe-fucking-lievable, considering who we're talking about. Shadow Hawke had been right after-all. "The Slayer learns something new everyday, whether he wants to or not."