<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/352/3/2/splinter_by_jennyverse-d8a97sl.jpg)</div>Her mind was an odd mix of cloudy confusion, but singular, driven purpose.  Mistress Splinter didn't know how or why she was so pushed to run through the tunnels on all fours like the rat she'd been mutated into, but it seemed- no.. it WAS the right thing to do.  She scurried faster and faster, hellbent on reaching the end of the maze.  It was as if some giant scientist had put her in a lab test, then given her a deadly desire to find the cheese at the heart of the sewers.<br/><br/>There was another issue as well; one that had up until that moment been pushed aside by deep meditation.  Splinter had never been so hot-blooded in all her life, especially after two days of such insanely bestial sex!  The woman had swallowed her fill of wild, sweaty fucking twice by then, but she'd almost immediately needed more afterward; and not from the same person.  Something in her head told her running was right, fucking like an animal was right, but both were the wrong partner.  Without knowing it explicitly, Splinter was rushing to find that one male that could finally ease her sexual suffering for good.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was a blur of light in her peripheral vision.  No, not light..  The fact was, Splinter was running so fast everything had become a blur.  This one was very bright, though.  It was a tone of brilliant white never seen in the sewers.  Taking her completely off guard, the woman jumped like a frightened cat directly into the opposing wall of the tunnel.  She managed to land on her feet and unsheathe the blade previously concealed in the walking staff tied at her waist.<br/><br/>"HHSSSSSSSS!!"  With an open-mouthed snarl and flaring of nostrils, the Mistress let out a warning hiss.  She stared at the invader with eyes still clouded by her mental transfiguration.  Trembling now, the woman stood at the ready for what she believed to be the inevitable attack.