Part I: Clara and MilAnon >The day has come for your long planned summer BBQ >You've invited a few people over to your house and everything was ready >Beers, various hard liquors, burgers and steaks, and even oysters to boot to throw on the grill >A small assortment of soda as well for the kids who didn't want big boy drinks >You were expecting Mous and his wife Jasmine at any moment >Emi might show up a bit late and you weren't too sure about the 'Mechanic' and his lovely wife Lilith >Clara, your amazing snow leopard wife, was sitting on the couch playing video games while you sat with your cub Lucatiel, relentlessly tickling her little paws and making faces at her >Eventually you hear a slight knock at the door >"It's open!" you call out >Emi, a tigress of normal stature has her head through the door and upon seeing you, smiles and steps inside >"Hey Anon! Hi Clara! Am I the first one here?" she asks looking around the room >You nod as Lucatiel cooes >She finally spots the ball of fur in your lap, and you're almost terrified for her safety as the much larger one is immediately by your side >"Aww can I hold her for a bit? I love this little cub!" she's a little too excited about it >Still, you smile and carry Lucatiel over to her, and the moment she's in her arms a wide motherly grin comes forth >Your girl could be used as a hospital grade sedative from the way Emi was careful holding her >These big cats and their motherly instincts helped quite a lot, too >Sitting back down on the couch you looped an arm around Clara who is staring at a menu in Destiny 2 >"I want to make one of these Hunter capes for Halloween, babe," she said admiring her character >"Can't wait to see it," you say through a laugh as she's now fighting off giant 4 armed aliens who rudely interrupted her >She's still active as ever when playing games, bouncing around joyfully while she got her revenge >It wasn't long before the(and you never really did ask for his name) Mechanic and Lilith arrived >The man wore casual with the short raccoon matching, and both of them holding a tray of sorts >They gave a couple of "Hey!"s when they joined in the party >You had to save Clara from a gigantic spherical robot that she happened to forget as she ran towards Lilith >The sound of wrenching metal and the sight of sic dance moves drowned out their talk about woman stuff >The Mechanic is leaning over the couch with a tray in hand >"Beers are in the fridge," is all you say to him >"Cool, I brought ribs," he replied in his gruff voice >"You invite Chickenman?" >"Yessir, both Mous and Jasmine," you gave with a nod >"Cool, owe him a bottle of whiskey and I brought it just in case" >You laugh and keep playing while he heads to the kitchen >Beer in hand and opened with that tray still in his hand, he's over by your sliding glass door >"Mind if I start cooking the ribs? Lilith likes them a certain way" >"You do you man" >He's out the door lighting the grill with the trio of women all fawning over Lucatiel >She seemed to be loving it from the giggling she made >The sound of a car with terrible gas mileage but a lot of give told you the Chickenman and crew were finally here >"Hey guys," you call out to them while you stood from the couch >Another man and his generously sized tiger wife were stepping through the door >You paused mid stride at the third coming in >...Though this being your party and feeling incredibly resilient to Italian disasters, you still made the effort to shake his hand >"Hey man, beers in the fridge, the Mechanic is out back starting some ribs, and he brought you a whiskey or something" >"Nice. By the way this is Bingle," he gestured to the Anthro standing behind him, "his mom asked me to bring him along," he finished with a potentially strained grin on his face >You took a look behind him >Bingle was attempting to straighten his hair while texting on an expensive new phone model >Noticing you, he gave a wave with a paw that held it, and on the screen was that exact same pose with multiple filters layered on it >Oh, he's going to be a fun one then >Still, you haven't actually talked to the guy yet >When everyone else had settled on in, the third wheel stepped in after >You weren't really sure if he was a fox or a wolf, and his all jet black fur and unusually brilliant blue eyes further confused your limited knowledge of canines >When he made his way to the kitchen your attention went back to Mous >You assumed Jasmine joined in on Lucatiel's mobbing from the sounds of more giggling behind you >"I see you still have that rust bucket El Camino, you should get a Pontiac" >"Nothing beats it man - besides, if I wanted a Firebird ripoff I'd get a Camero" >So far so good; this was going to be a good night >The night had settled, and after everyone had a few drinks the lot of you were currently lazing about and played Cards Against Humanity >People were starting to get a little tired into the game, and even more so when Lucatiel finally managed to conk out >The sleeping arrangements were already planned and ready, thankfully >You had Mous and Jasmine set up in the Guest room >The Mechanic and Lilith got the just as comfortable spare bed in your game room >Emi not so surprisingly suggested your's and Clara's room >And Bingle got the couch >At least attempt to have anyways, you weren't too sure if your cat would like to give up her bed to a stranger >Not that you would mind if he couldn't, as Mr. Peppercorn Starshake here was sitting there spewing verbal diarrhea to you in an ill advised attempt at impressing you >"That's what they call me! Seriously! But even then, I get to bed all those Anthros you've ever beaten off to" >You can see the Mechanic slowly getting pissed as Bingle kept talking and wouldn't pick a goddamn card >You know he's always been a bit quick to anger, but talk of his casual adventures through STI land were starting to grate on you too >He was the one who had the most drinks in the group, with you being a respectable third >You weren't entirely sure who got second but frankly that wasn't important right now; not when his current boasting of personal greatness always lead to an eye or two staying a little bit longer on Clara and Emi >A bit of relief to the sewage came from you hearing Lucatiel cry in the other room >Clara began to make a move to get up, but you waved her down and stood up instead >You needed to get away from that fox (which Mous had corrected you on,) and calm down >Lucatiel calmed down a bit when she saw you, and cradled in your slowly rocking arms your cooing got her even more so >You thought you accomplished all those things, anyways as her crying little eyes clenched down even more >She must of been hungry >Still cradling and rocking her in your arms, you carried her back to the living room >You got Clara's attention when she heard her >"She must be hungry and wants her mama," you confirmed >Soon the gentle rocking of your arms was replaced by the thicker, furrier ones of Clara >She moved from her seat and sat on the couch >"None of you mind if I breastfeed her here, right?" >A choir of no's, in various levels of drunkenness, answered back >You were already on your way to grab a blanket to cover them just for the sake of decency >When you came back however Bingle had moved next to Clara >A little close, much to your displeasure >"Lactating huh? I've done a few shoots with ladies who did - some of the milk was bitter, but I bet yours is reaaalllly sweet" >youfuckinserious >You cleared your throat >"Watch it little fox," you growled out >"Hey I'm allowed to talk to this fine lady about her breast milk!" he protested back looking at you >Now, you can respect the effects of alcohol >It didn't save him from your perfected military scowl, sharpened from years of service that could wilt even the highest generals before it >You had it set to eleven as you stared the little fox down >Like the glass flower he is, he shattered under it >He still had the ability to slink back off to the seats with the silence of everyone else crushing him even more >You gave Clara the blanket and gave her a quick kiss >She clutched it a little tighter around her self when you left >You all sit back down and continued playing the card game while Clara fed your cub >It was going well until Lucatiel fussed a bit sending the blanket tumbling down >For a moment Clara's exposed breast could be seen before she was able to grab the blanket and cover herself again >This, apparently, meant Bingle had to talk again >"i woundt mind tryng some of yur milk if you dont mind," he couldn't hold his liquor either >He took another shot from whatever source he had beside him >"now i would of course," he hiccuped >Don't you fucking say what you think he's going to say >"now i- " >You really wanna pull this bonny boy? >"i would of course prefer it from the source" >Yeah, OK. >Your hands slammed down on the table as you and the Mechanic stood up >Lilith had his arms in hers, but no one dared to stop yours >"Time for you to go little fox" >You had him by his collar and lift him with ease >"ha! what're you gonna do beat me up? Chick has my back!" >You looked at Mous >You knew you could probably take him in a fight, but neither of you would come out unscathed and you didn't want to burn that bridge >He looked back at you, and then towards Bingle >He picked up a shot of whiskey that the Mechanic had given him, and with pinkey outstretched as he continued to stare >*Siiiiip* >The smug grin from Bingle's face disappeared real quick like >"Now Anon I was just kidding about the-" >So that's what they sound like >You thought this and more while the kit limply lied there and bleeding on your floor >All it took was a single punch apparently >And, oh, you don't remember muzzles looking like that - especially when the lions felt it too >You grace his fur with the dirt on your lawn, and the side of his face was spectacularly caked when he looked back at you >He coughs out a fang or two and raised a paw >"Call a cab," you say, and you shut the door PartII: Mechanic and Lilith >Chickenman owed you big for this favor >You made sure he knew it the second he asked you >He wanted you to help fix that wretched fox's car >Not Granny Cass, oh no, she was positively delightful >No, It was for her shiteating son Bingle >You couldn't stand him personally >Men( Anthro or otherwise ) that constantly talk themselves up annoyed you to no end >The only reason why you were doing this is that a favor in return was no small thing to sneeze at >The Chickenman had done pretty well for himself, and you were willing to bite the pavement just this once for a little something good in return >It's why you're on your creeper underneath his POS Lotus Esprit x180 >'A rigid car for a rigid star, if you know what I mean,' he told you >Damn thing looked like yellow depressed spatula >"He needs a new Alternator belt, new spark plugs..." you grumbled to himself >It was obvious that he drove it into the ground >You didn't even feel like telling him the engine he's killing wasn't even stock >You doubt he'd even know what you meant >Its oil was black as tar, the transmission fluid a solid brown instead of bright red, and no coolant was left in the radiator >You were honestly surprised it even made it here >With this kind of model, how in the hell did he manage to keep it on >... >"Yeah the whole thing keeps overheating and I dunno why," you heard him call out to you >He was in your garage >Again >"GET OUT OF THE GARAGE AND SIT IN THE OFFICE" you yelled at the scampering black furred legs >He kept wandering out of your office's comfortable seats to play around with your tools >As much as you wished he would accidentally set himself on fire with your welder, you didn't want to need a new one >As you continued to work you heard a familiar car pull in >Lilith must be home from class >You rolled your creeper out from under the car and stood up >Lilith, mindful of your stains, gave you as best a hug as she could while you stole a quick kiss from her >"Hey Lil how was class?" >"It was ok. A little dull, but I passed my test though!" >"Good job babe!" >A high five and a smile later and you excused your self back under the car >Your smile drooped with the knowledge of who owned this corpse >'The sooner I get this done, the faster I can get rid of him,' was your personal mantra mid oil change >"Hey Anon, who's car is that? Aren't you usually closed today?" asked a standing Lilith somewhere to your right >You pointed to the office window from under the car >You saw her feet raise up on her toes for a few seconds before slowly coming back down >"Oh... him," was all she said >A perfectly understandable response >The sound of a door opening and closing led to another, black furred pair of legs >God dammit >"Well hello there sweet thing~ What are you doing in a dirty place like this?" came a sickening voice >Your garage is not dirty >Still you ignored the fox to the best of your ability >You knew Lilith could handle herself >Lilith's legs moved back >"Uhm, I live here with my Husband you know that!" came her loud reply >"Also, get out of the garage!" >His footpaws started to creep forward toward Lilith >"Well of course!" he began, standing infront of her, "but this is no place for a refined lady like yourself..." >You don't know what he was doing up there, but a tentative Lilith's leg stepping back told you enough >"Why don't we take your car and get dinner? Let hubby here fix my car" >"Bingle I swear to god if you touch me I'll hit you with a goddamn wrench," her legs stood firm >You grabbed your own wrench >Just to be sure >His footpaws were right next to Lilith's now >"Hey hey I was just trying to-" WONK >The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through your garage >You saw Bingle's footpaws take a few unsteady steps back, and soon enough the rest of him fell onto the cement floor with a soft thud >You slide out from under the car to the sight of Lilith holding a monkey wrench in her paws >"I warned him!" >You chuckle >"You did" >You propped his unconscious body onto a stained oily chair, making extra sure you supported his weight with your own just as wet clothes >You made your way back to a slightly more relaxed Lilith, a pat on her head with an ungloved hand finally gets her to head into the house >Sliding back under the car you can still see him sitting there >At least now you can work in peace PartIII : The Survivor and Zahrah >You are a survivor >And possibly, the only human left >Years ago you stumbled upon some unintended company in the form of a short, bitey Wolverine named Zahrah >The biting part coming from when you had to untangle her from your trap >Soon after life had gotten great for you and your then new loving mate >You are a survivor only in name with how the two of you thrive in your forest home >It was today however, that put a threat to your peaceful lifestyle >You are in desperate need of supplies today, and ones that you couldn't normally find >Your cabin had power, running water, and a nice water heater to boot >But Zahrah wanted some cheeses >Even though you learned plenty during your time in the wastelands you never learned to make cheese >Not from a lack of trying though, it's just that it would be extremely uncomfortable to start learning >So you're currently doing the next best thing: riding out to the nearest colony with Zahrah giddily bouncing on your lap on your mad quest to find a newer, friendlier, talking source >Bonus points if they had power to store the cheeses >Your usual place just so happens to check all the boxes, and soon you pulled into town >The two of you get a lot of "Hi Anon, hi Zahrah" greetings since you both worked as constant and reliable traders >It also helped that you stuck out like a sore thumb in a world full of talking animal people >You ride through the colony for a little while before parking in front of a small shop >A sign above the door had the words "MILK and CHEESE" highlighted by mismatched glowing letters >Shutting off the ATV you and Zahrah head in >A small bell dings somewhere in the back and a large Anthro cow appears from a door behind the counter >"How can - oh, hi Anon, hi Zahrah! Here for the usual?" >You smile at her and gesture to Zahrah >"Her choice, I'll eat anything cheese related" >Zahrah stood at the counter and bounced on her paws trying to look over it >After a couple failed attempts and a small twist with a pout, she threw her arms into the air >"Anon lift me! I can't see what Molly has!" >You obliged, and reached down and set her on your shoulders >"Oooh she has the cheddar! And Gouda! Anon I want them all!" >With her thighs around your head, you're loving her extra bouncy behavior today >"Get a little of each then babe," you gave with a little smirk >You can almost hear Molly's wistfulness as you bicker with your love >Thankfully she is also a very patient woman when it comes to Zahrah constantly switching between choices >In the end Zahrah picked 3 pounds of cheddar and 2 pounds of provolone >"You sure that's all you want?" you say as you pay the cow >"MHM!" she ignores your sarcasm with arms full of cheese >She's still happily chatting away with Molly when you took the cheese from her to store it in a cooler >When she walks out you hear a whistle >"Whew! Check out that portable blowjob machine!" >You look up from your quad to see a pitch black fox in mismatching black scrap metal studded leathers >He's strolling towards you and Zahrah with his bright blue eyes hungrily looking at her >Anyone could of mistaken him for a wolf from his size, but you had been around Anthros long enough to tell the difference >Zahrah is frowning at him, and you're just confused >"Excuse me?" you both say >She had learned a bit of patience since you both became life-mates, but even that had limits >The fox just kept walking forwards to her, ignoring you completely >When he's finally close, he drapes an arm over your shoulder with his eyes locked on Zahrah >"You're just the right height for us to have a LOT of fun" >She frowns harder while looking over her glasses at him >A flash of light sparking across her lenses got his arm to tense up >"You realize I'm here with my mate, right?" >"Eh?" >You can't honestly tell if he's blind or just dumb as shit from his now genuine look of surprise when he turned to look at you >He got off of you real quick and brushed off the 'dirt' when he recovered >"Another anthro with a human huh?" he says under his breath >More humans?! >"Your mate can come too, but he has to watch," the fox said in earnest >"Did you seriously not hea-" he wasn't paying attention to you anymore >He clapped his paws together and leaned down over Zahrah >"Can I ask you a question?" he started to pull out a wallet, "do you have to kneel to give him a blowjob, or can you stand normally" >Zahrah's fur is puffed in anger >"Can I axe you a question too?" she started to walk next to the ATV >"You mean ask?" he says back >"Nope" >Zahrah pulls her axe off the bike and sets upon him like the wolverine she is >His screams and cries paled in comparison to your lovable shorstack's warcry >In the end she managed to chop both his legs off below the knees >And now, he's eye level with her >You're still staring at the stunned gasping stubby fox, and a light pat on your hand snaps you out of it >You rev up the ATV and she gets into her usual spot >The both of you turn to look at him, his words still failing to come out >"Might want to get that flesh wound checked out," you start >"Portable blowjob machine!" Zahrah finished over the roar of the ATV as you ride away Part IV: King Anon and Radka >Your reign thus far has been interesting >The famine has been reduced by the beastmen's supposed evil life magic >Trading with the pack opened new routes for the merchants to follow >And talks of peace spread like wildfire, and many of your people soon found comforts with the beings they were told were slaves >It's going pretty well, surprisingly so >You just weren't used to being a ruler >From a young age you were trained to be a warrior >And from there, a knight >You could also throw a pretty nasty fireball and plants like you a bit more now >Yet here you were, King of the lands you grew up in because the former one couldn't be bothered to help his people >But no, you didn't want to be the seat of power >He made that choice for you when he murdered one of your loves >Marie the sheep beast woman >She taught you life magic, helped teach you love has no boundaries if you let it >Radka, your still alive reindeer beast woman wife was actually the one who initiated your polygamous lifestyle >You were there when Marie died, unable to act and only watching >That moment still haunts your dreams >You kept two long knives, the handles made from her horns on you at all times >But today was not a day to dwell upon it >Supposedly you had a foreign emissary coming from afar >You assume it's from the Lady Zig >You're still unsure how that night had been possible; assured in the sense that it was an ale induced dream >Flying metal machines? Four armed beings? A jest at best >And yet Radka swore it happened , And so had Marie when she was alive >So you sat there awaiting your guest >You're left waiting much longer than you're used to >Either being kind has spoiled you or this emissary was just that rude >A little later some half hearted fanfare announced the person you're meeting, who is currently accompanied by two very annoyed guards >He's casual in his stroll through your throne room >You are greeted before a disinterested hybrid >You think so anyways >A fox perhaps, or maybe a wolf from the size >His gem studded vestments clashed horribly against his black fur and stunningly blue eyes >"Grettings se-" you clear your throat of your old habbits >"I am King Anon," you start again, "what news have you?" >He never stopped lazily turning his head looking around >"My name's Bingle," he gave a mock bow, "I'm not sure why I was sent to this dirty place" >"Dirty? You've got a strange sense of humor," you say through a fake smile >You clear your thoughts, deciding it was a tactless way to keep a secret >You stand up from the uncomfortable weight of your throne >"Walk with me, Sir Bingle," and with the tap of a guard's halberd he finally acknowledges you >The first thing he decides to do was sneeze >"Right, yeah," he said through his sleeve >You sigh, thinking at how terrible it must be to live as a moron >You lead him through your castle with the uninterested fox walking behind you >"I did not ask to be king," you begin, and slow down for him to catch up >A back-stab, no matter how inept the attempt may be would surely ruin your weekend >"I became it for the good of the people," you stop in front of a door having finished your words >"I sense you are lost Sir Bingle, I see the wounds time has left upon you" >He raised an eyebrow at that while you opened the door >Portraits of Marie line the walls with a small table in the center of the room >You quietly walked towards it with Bingle stomping behind you >A single drawing Marie made sits upon it >It's the last self portrait she drew >Every painting of her since was based on this >"You need to find the person that is the catalyst to your life" >The sight of the picture drew a hand over one of your knives >"Even if they are sometimes taken from you" >Your grip was a little tighter when you turn to the fox >His disinterest is only broken with another sneeze >... >"Very well Sir Bingle, if you are not here for a reason then I suggest you leave" >"No, no!" he puts on a 'smile' and makes his way to the table >"I agree completely!" >He's looking over the contents on the table, leaning forward a little closer with a paw cupping his chin >He gave a "hmm" when he looked over the drawing a little more >And then he picked it up >"A woman made you thi-" >"Bingle! Put that down," you take a step towards him >His muzzle is scrunched up >"Thi-i-i-" >You moved to grab him >"ACHOO" >Mucus and wetness cover the drawing >You're speechless at that >"Ooops, sorry about your picture" >He sneezed again, and with a shrug he tosses it back onto its pedestal >His delusion stirred a fire you once felt a long time ago >"How dare you fox!" you grab his shoulders and force him away >"You enter my house, insult my court, and ruin one of my prized possessions like it's nothing!" you were roaring, and with every word you pushed a little harder >His paws are grabbing at your arms >They fly into the air when you hold him against a wall >"That's your prized possession?" that now fear tinged smile was back >One of his paws points back to the table >"A shitty drawing? Really?" >You stared at him >He started to flinch from the sight of your now red knife and the pain in his neck >You let go, and he collapses with you no longer supporting his weight >Blinking out of your haze, you slowly turned the knife around in your hand >A dot of red paints the horned handle >"I'm sorry Marie..." >You take the cloth from your robe and gently rub it across the handle >"I was just trying to teach him what you did for me" >You sigh, and call for a servant >He's shocked at what he sees, but he loses it from your pained expression >It quickly hardened >"Send word to Bongwater. Tell him I have a special meal for him" Part V : Titan, Jane and Isabelle >Going out together has been increasingly more difficult for the three of you >The three of you being yourself, Jane, and Isabelle of course >Jane's and your schedules were almost the same, but Isabelle had a different one >You worked nights and she generally worked during the day >But today was a special occasion >By some random miracle the three of you could all go out and have a good time together >Since it was so rare, you and Jane had decided to let Isabelle to pick where to go >Of course she would choose the UltraLux >"What? I just want to see where you two work," was her defense >And so after a bit of prep work and squeezing into Jane's FloCar the three of you made it to the UltraLux >It felt weird going through the main entrance and getting blasted by all of the ritzy glamorous signs advertising fantastic ways to go broke >A solid door in a concrete wall is more your speed >You can't deny the idea was great with how Isabelle keeps looking around in awe at everything >"You guys work HERE!?" you swear she was bouncing in place >"Eeee! It's so exciting!" >She happily drags you from table to machine to bar to table and back again >That woman can pull when she wants too >Jane is spared from losing an arm and casually follows behind you >Every almost-trip and misstep earned you a poorly hidden giggle behind you >Soon enough she dragged you out to the center, and for the first time in the night she was finally calm >"Where do you work usually Anon? I wanna see!" >You lamely gesture around you >And got a punch in the shoulder for it >"Not like that! Where do you hang out?" >You smile and decide to indulge her >You lead her and Jane to an unassuming side door, and with a quick scan of your hand on a bio-metric scanner it dings and opens with a slight 'vwoosh' >A short walk through a small hidden hallway and soon all three of you stand in a small elivator >Jane had an arm in yours while the two of you watched Isabelle fog up the glass >You don't know why the sight of concrete and wires were so interesting to the her >But, even that was over too soon >Another short walk(with the thought about getting a leash) later you all end up in the staging area >It's a small but comfortable room with a center table, large TV's and various red cushions and chairs dotting the line >Your boss even splurged and got a plant to go with it >"This is where we are all given our assignments," you start to explain after giving a short tour >Isabelle looks around with a slight frown >"Why is it fancy up there and not down here?" >"Because guests usually do not come down here," said a voice cutting through you're answer >You turn and see Theo behind you >"Ah hey Theo, I was just showing Isabelle here where I worked" >He raises a furred eyebrow up at you >"Ah, of course. No problem, girlfriends do get curious. I remember my wife wanted to see it too" >"Just don't make a mess with her and Ms.Edwards. Or, at at least clean up after," he said with a wink >You look at him for a moment before it hits you with what he's implying >"Theo, gross! I wouldn't do that HERE! Who the hell would?!" >"Ronnie and Chika," he laughs >You hope Jane's retches were real >"Aww gross, comeon man!" you can hardly hold back a grin >He laughs harder >"Wait, are you serious?" you lean in close to him >His laughter fades and and with a napkin he pulled from his pocket he wipes a tear from his eye >"I'm just fucking with you titan," after a pat or two, back into the pocket it goes >"But don't use that chair anymore" >With a serious face, he points to a chair in the corner that Eugene usually sits on >Gross >"Anyway, continue your tour for Ms. Isabelle, I'll see you Thursday" >He gives you a fist bump, and with a nod towards Jane he disappears into the elevator >"That's one of my bosses," you explain as you wait for the elevators to come back down >"What about you Jane?" Isabelle chirps happily >Jane shuffles uncomfortably beside you >"I don't think you'd wanna see that Izzy," she finally says >Isabelle looks at her in disbelief >"Jane, the three of us have had sex multiple times on and off camera. There is literally nothing embarrassing left to show me" >Your smile is back at that >The elevator comes back and you usher them both in through the doors >"Fine! But I'm not pole dancing for you!" >Isabelle looks a little sad, but she pulls out her patented puppy dog eyes >"Not even a little bit?" >She adds a quivering lip on top of her bright pink stare >"Hmm..." >Not waiting for an answer she puts on a lewd grin >"I would love to see what you can do with this body!" >She spanks Jane, earning a squeak of surprise from a very flustered kitty >Oooh, someone's getting bold >"FINE! But you're gonna pay for it later, and Anon here is gonna help me!" >"Nothing you can do to me that I won't like," said Isabelle with a tongue stuck out >It's Jane's turn to go lewd >"Oh, is that a challenge? Anon~ it looks like Isabelle's ass is yours later!" >That smug look of Isabelle's didn't last very long >Wha? My...? Do I have to?" >Jane nods, "if you want a pole dance you gotta give it up" >With a huff and a stomp of her footpaw, she then pulls out a pout >"FINE! But it better be an awesome pole dance!" >Looks like you're about to have a fun night >The elevator ride ends and Jane leads the two of you to a small room with a stage >"This is where I usually do private shows!" Jane says with flare >She follows up her grand opening with a climb to the stage, and pushes a small button with her footpaw >The room dims and a pole rises out of the floor >She's pretty quick to get on it, too >"I usually change and strip on this stage," she said mid spin >"But no touching~" she adds with her arms holding her up and legs spread >"Aww, no touching? That's a shame" >wat >"Who..?" you turn around and see some sort of large wolf anthro behind you >A big black with blue eyes and jeans >The popped collar on his polo shirt was especially impressive >"Hey, this is a private show buddy, get lost" you grunt >Instead of listening to you he struts into the room past you >"Aww come on now mate! You're just being selfish," he leans against a chair next to Isabelle >"You can't book two lovely ladies all for yourself!" >A black paw lands on Isabelle's pink hair covered shoulder >Her head tilted towards it from how he's clearly grabbed a handful >"I don't think you-" >"I'm Bingle," he cuts you off, "but you probably know me by my stagename: Peppercorn Starshake!" he adjusts his collar after a small mock bow >You didn't start this encounter with a lot of patience >And now, you immediately started agreeing with that little voice in your head >You clench your fists when Isabelle can't pry him off >"I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck off," you growl and take a step closer >"Aww, now don't be like that. How about this: we could tag team them!" >No fucking way, pal >"Though I get the tiddywolf here first" >His paws are on an incredibly distressed Isabelle's breasts >"KILL HIM," the voice roared over your lover's screaming your name >You don't even think twice >Your fist soon met the soft feeling of fur >Snapping bone and blood quickly follows it >And... oh? Oh look! >His brain jelly joined in on the fun >Where the left side of his face once stood your fist briefly occupies it >The entire left side of his skull caved in as his surprisingly lightweight body skidded across the floor >Oops, that was a fox >Spindly little fuckers aren't they? >You agreed, and turning to Isabelle you're quickly by her side >"You ok babe?" you ask >She doesn't hesitate leaping onto you with a kiss >"Ooo yeah Anon, I'm better than ok!" she's a little hysterical >"Jane! I'm done seeing where you work!" >She furiously nods at that >Jane makes her way off the stage and Isabelle pressed to your side >Making your way to the door you see Isabelle mistakenly looking back >A black footpaw twitched back >"OK, STREAM TIME" and she once again pulls you away >She looks frazzled, but her heavy panting and tight grip over you tells you otherwise >Oh yeah, that predatory sense of lovin acts of violence in their defense >Looks like you're gonna have a GREAT night Part VI : Vault Anon and Amana >Scavenging has been easy lately >Gun parts, screws, weapon mods, food >Even better with your mudermate Amana with you >Better in the sense that raiders don't fuck with a a huge deathclaw >One who has the hots for you, specifiaclly >Sure, you could'nt go into colonies at all without people gawking, and a laser or plasma bolt would fly our way >But people never tried to stiff you on prices now >Apparently they were under the impression that you were some kind of ultra amazing animal whisperer >You tell them that, but in reality that isn't a perk listed in the voodoo guide to your black magic pipboy >Speaking of, you're fiddling with it right now as the two of you walk through the wilds of Not Oregon >Amana stomped off a few minutes ago, following the smell of some Animal >Like you said - the food part was easy to come by >Without fail she would be dragging back some poor animal in half an hour or less >Free of charge, no caps needed >Only snuggles and hugs >One time she dragged another deathclaw to you >Thankfully in a less aggressive and much more eatable state, but you were of course a little reserved about eating what could potentially be her own brother >She kept bumping you with her muzzle when you tried to shy away, and only your hunger and her rock hard face got you to try it anyways >It was surprisingly good >After a quick meal of cooked unidentifiable meat chunks you are almost back home >It was a cellar built into the floor from a long long time ago, that you reinforced with your pipboy's Cthulhu magic >It's a veritable fortress similar to a raider camp, built to last and to weather the storms >Your locked front gate is wide open >Ok >How did they get past your turrets? >You swore they can run off bullets >Well, someone, or something was in there >With your combat rifle drawn you descend down the stairwell into your new intruded homme >You found it immediately >Digging through one of your weapon trunks was what appeared to be a, for lack of a better word, humanoid wolf >A black furred one if the lighting wasn't lying >You don't want to go near it since the poor thing could be a walking atom bomb >One that has his hands on your favorite modded .50cal rifle, that bastard >"Man, I've gotta show Chick these! This gear is awesome! I mean, just look at it!" >You charge your rifle to get it's attention CHIK CHAK >The radwolf thing turns around with your precious 50 still in its grubby paws >"Eh? A human? Not what I expected but this place is neat!" >He points it haphazardly at you >"I found it first, so get lost!" >Great, it's retarded >His bright blue eyes focus on you and your rifle, to which you raise it up in response >"This is my home. Get lost before I shoot you" >One more load for luck >"Or worse" >"Yeah, right - my gun's bigger dude! So get lost before I perforate you!" >You shake your head at him >"Trust me, you're gonna want to drop that" >He raises it even more, and without warning he pulls the trigger *click* >"Rule number 1: Never store a loaded weapon" >He stands there staring at you >Completely bamboozled >It was about to get better from the vibrations in the ground that you start to feel >You smile, take a step three feet to the left, and bow >Amana tears past you with a roar >"HOLY SHI-" >Well, that happened >The radwolf is nothing more than a pile of fur and bone that Amana is happily tearing into >You stroll over calmly and lay a hand on her side >Looking closer you give a whistle >"That's some good fur! Hey, Amana, let me have that real quick so I can get the pelt" >You make a reach for it, and lose both it and the side you were leaning against >"HEY! Gimme!" >The pile of muscle and death just starts chewing faster and scoots away >Dammit, she does this when she eats something she shouldn't be >You stop, wiggle your fingers, and pop your neck to get the kinks out >Time to use the secret weapon >You leap, and grab onto her scaled back >As expected she starts to get up, but with your mighty powers you freeze her in place >Your fingers have found the side of her neck, and they're gently scratching away >Her eyes close almost immediately, and you feel and hear a soft purring start >You continue giving scritches while you cautiously reach over, closer and closer >Just gotta add the icing on this cake with a long drawn out scratch down the top of her muzzle >Aaaannnd... >"HEY!" she parrots at you >You look over the body you are now holding >Too many holes in the hide to even make a napkin >Your mind wanders to the legion and their helmets >What where they called? >'Vexillarius helmets!' your demonic wristband says >Yeah, that'l do >You make short work of the removing the tattered pelt from the toy you quickly give back to Amana >No good can come of making your 8 foot murder monster wife angry >Or how easily bypassed your defenses were >You got a cool hat out of it though Part VII: ComfyAnon and Raquel >It's a lovely morning as you and Raquel hike slowly up the infamous 'stairway to heaven' in Oahu >Sure, it IS technically illegal to go up them now, but that didn't stop the droves of people who did it anyway >You're pretty sure that the police don't even bother to stop people anymore, just because so many of them still want to climb it >Still... better safe than sorry in this case >You and Raquel had woken up at 4AM and started up the side of the mountain >While at times the stairs were steep, Raquel took the challenge in stride using her single arm to pull herself along with amazing strength and dexterity >She happily hummed along knowing you were right there behind her, and ready to catch her should the worst happen >It's a few hours into this stressful, peaceful hike, and the sun is just now starting to rise >The view over the island and sea is breathtaking, second only to the moon you've been staring at up the mountain >"Come on Anon! We're almost at the top!" >Your smile was as big as the sunrise, probably, and you hurry up after her >It's only about 4,000nd more steps and you are in pretty good shape to do it >The cool mountain air swirling past you certainly helped >Yeah, this vacation was just what you and Raquel needed >"Oh my god look at the view!" your maned wolfess happily calls to you >No kidding >You could see it all >Honolulu, Hanauma Bay, Diamond Head and the jungle all around >All breathtaking >But Raquel's smiling joyous face could definitely kill you on the spot >Not to be outdone, not with how much effort it took to craft that smile of hers, you beam back >You didn't do it for praise or anything like that, you did it because it was the right thing to do >And in the end, the effort was worth it >Your thoughts are broken by the sound of struggled panting >That's not Raquel is it? >You look towards Raquel ready to catch her passed out form >...She must of had the same idea with how her arm is stretched out to you >Both of you had equally confused looks, but her's even more so while she looked over your shoulder >The source of the sound reveals itself when you too turn around >"Why would anyone do this for fun? This is torture," gasps a panting black fox, quite literally crawling up the stairs >Reaching the top he lamely claws at the ground before finally rolling to his side >You can see why he struggled so much >He has a full rucksack on and enough supplies to go camping for a few days >Was he planning on sleeping here? >Well, now that you think about it, this would make for a lovely camping spot >You walk over and help the struggling fox to his feet >"Hey there man, you going camping up here or something?" >He keeps panting, and only manages to drown it out with a quick drink from a water bottle >"Huh? Camping? No this is just a hike!" he took a moment to chug it down, "You gotta take a rucksack on a hike anywhere! In case you get lost, or something" >You look back at Raquel who only gives a half shrug >Getting lost here is basically impossible, the city below is in full view >Someone would have to be a special brand of retarded to have something like that happen >You dismiss that line of thinking and try to strike up a conversation >With it being a vacation and all you're probably never gonna see this guy again >Might as well >You offer your hand to the fox and he takes it with a firm shake >"I'm Anon and this is Raquel," you begin >He puts on a winded grin and looks at Raquel >"My name's Bingle," he says after catching his breath >Raquel makes her way to a rock nearby and sits down on it, giving a polite wave at the mention of her name >The two of you also make your way to rocks, and he takes off his pack while your unburdened self sits next to your fuzzy wife >He's looking at you and then back to Raquel with a puzzled look on his muzzle >"If I'm not mistaken you're a maned wolf right?" he said with a snap of his fingers >Raquel and yourself put on your best 'mildly surprised' smiles >It's not every day that someone didn't assume her to be a very lanky fox, so when someone gets it right it tends to make her day >"Why, yes I am! I'm impressed you were able to tell" >He nods with his hand cupping his chin, deep in thought or deeply proud of his intellect >"Is it true your piss smells like dank kush?" >Ah, so it's neither >As expected, you both went from mildly surprised to horribly shocked >You just don't ask a lovingly taken, not for sale lady that >"Uh... yeahitdoes," she squeaks >He laughs at that >"That's a pretty cool fetish you could fill right there! Dank kush watersports" >...Wel- >"Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA," you frown, "that's a little uncalled for!" >He just looks at you in disbelief, that's very hard to see behind another drained waterbottle >Finishing it, he zips to Raquel's side and places a padded hand on her shoulder >"No, no it is called for," you ignore the fact he's touching your wife for how interesting his story better damn well be >"See, I'm a pornstar and" >Alright! No more touching! >The both of said, with Raquel being extra forceful in pushing him off >"Wha? No man, I'm always trying to find new fetishes to cater to" >He's looking Raquel up and down earnestly >You stand, and the only thing stopping you from heating up is a warm paw grabbing on to you >She's just as bothered as you, but even then she didn't want to cause a scene >Atop a mountain with only three people, no less >"And she's an amputee!" he whistles, "She's like a mixed bag of fetishes, all bundled up into one!" >You open your mouth, and promptly get cutoff by the fox >"-a few greenscreen socks and we can do the whole 'lovepillow' deal too! How 'bout we get off this mountain and make a film" >He walks up to Raquel >"You and me, what'dya say?" >He holds his paw out to her with bright blue eyes glinting happily that you simply can't see through the red haze >Your scowling goes ignored as well >It took you hours to get up here and this jerkwad was ruining it >He loosely grabs behind him to his backpack and pulls out a camera >Holding it in front of him he then looks back to you >"Hubby here has to film though," he must of thought he was smooth >Not smooth enough to slip out of your tackle >"Time for you to go Bingle" >With a loud gasp behind you, you now have an incredibly confused fox pinned to the ground >"Now listen here you little shit," you seethe through clenched teeth >Bingle's muzzle is making a lot of funny faces back at you >"My wife and I were having a wonderful vacation before you somehow managed to sour the day with in just a few minutes" >He must have used some high end softener with how silky his neck fur felt between your hands >You feel a light tapping on the side of your arm >You weren't expecting the thing causing it was his own trying to get you to stop >... >That better be his fucking wallet or keys in his front pockets >You drop his throat, which in turn drops his head right onto the dirt floor >What kind of weird shit does he do anyways >He coughs and gags a bit on the floor, and soon gets up as well >You and Raquel watch him slowly compose himself again >"Alright!" *wheeze* "ok, fine" *cough* "I get it!" he sputters out >You think he gets it >He digs in his pockets and pulls out a card, handing it to you >On it is the wolf in a much more, 'sparkly' outfit with a phone number written on it >"With a grip like that you could make it even better" >Are you serious >"No," you tear apart the card, but put the pieces away in one of your pockets >Don't want to litter, after all >He puts his hands up to his side, and rolls his eyes walking backwards >He get's to his stuff, and starts picking up the things he's left around >"It's like he doesn't even want to watch me bang his girl," he quietly says to himself >He didn't get it >You don't even realize what you're doing as you seize the fox and hurl him from the cliff >His screams cut through the air as he ragdolls down the rockface >Another of Raquel's gasps brings you back >She has a paw over her mouth and looking at you, wide eyed >You kick at the dirt >"Eh, sorry babe - did I get carried away?" you say, scratching at the back of your head >She leaps onto you with a half-hug >"I've just never seen you angry like that before" >Her quick kiss betrays her shaking >You don't remember spilling water on your pants >"Let's just enjoy this view!" she's off of you in a flash, and reaches into her own backpack >Pulling out a few boxes she giddily holds them out to you >"I made sammiches!" she adds a wiggle to each one >You lost it, laughing at the absurdity of what just happened >It reminds you of something important however >You grab the fox's rucksack, and toss it over the cliff >You're somewhat sure it's the same spot he flew over >Oh well, you did your best >Don't want him getting lost Part VIII: The Incubus and Devaki >A cup of coffee sits on a table, unmoving, unchanging, and full of joe >No matter what goes on in the background, this simple fact doesn't change >And no matter how hard the lightning blue veins pulse in your arms, this appears to be it's purpose in the universe >The force is definitely against you >Ever since you pulled Devaki out of her prison, you've been trying to see the extent of your new found strength and abilities >You've tried hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, geokinesis, aerokinesis, a quick stint at mind reading, and regular old kinesis >The only thing you've managed so far was to fart out a few balls of light that would spark out after an hour or so >The past thirty minutes were spent on getting this cup of coffee to float at you >"Practice more, we will guide you," your demoness calls from the couch, comfortable in her favorite pink sweater and not at all struggling at magic >"I'm not even sure what I can do though, or how can I practice" >She grins, showing off all her wolflike teeth with her head cocked to the side >"You have all eternity to learn" >Great, she's being like fucking yoda >You sigh, and reach out for the coffee mug with the thought of going to work tomorrow weighing you down >Work at a place where all of your co-workers are somewhat scared of you now >You can't exactly blame them, if you put yourself in their shoes their fear made sense >Random co-worker shows up with a fiery blue wolf demon and glowing blue eyes would be terrifying >Despite that, when you grasp at the mug it... shimmers, for lack of a better word >And it slips through your fingers >"Dammit!" you make a dive for the cup, only to realize you were still holding it with bean juice now thrown on your table >"Yeah, ok, sure," you grit your teeth and pick yourself up >You also spend an unhealthy amount of time staring at the exact replica of the mug you're holding >there is literally an exact copy of the mug on the table >Wut >"Wat," you still stare, mug in hand and a massive stain slowly forming next to you >"What did you do Anon?" Devaki is standing above you and peering down at the mug >"We have not seen this type of thing before," her three blazing blue eyes are shifting from mug to mug >This time, you reach with both hands and make a grab at them >They're both solid >Huh, that's pretty neat >To your surprise there is still a bit of coffee left in your mug, and you take a sip of it >It's delicious, because your awesome with a keurig >You take a sip from the other one >Huh, that's pretty aweful >You retch and spit out the mixture, that was a delicious blend of ash, ass, and some kind of dewy lemon-lime soda >The smell of sulfur really adds to it, too >You remedy this with placing both mugs down and rushing to the kitchen to wash the taste out of your mouth >"Anon it is fading," you hear Devaki call out >Your mouth cleansed, and on a mission to raid the fridge, you take a quick peak from the side to see that the second mug is in fact, crumbling away >Like a structure made of soot it crumbles into nothing until there's no sign of it left >"We think if you were concentrating on it, the mug would have lasted longer" >You walk back over to the table, the mess, and the doggo >"So I can make temporary clones of things? I wonder if I can do that with living things" >You're pulled into a furry hug with her muzzle to your ear >"That would make our time together at night much more interesting" >Her long tongue runs down your face, leaving a slight tingling trail wherever it touches >You would be grossed out buy you're used to her licking affection >So instead of reeling back you give her a delicate kiss on her nose >She has a weakness for affection, you learned >Guess demons don't really get to experience it all that often >She starts letting out a low gravely purr that you wouldn't expect from a wolf like demon >But again, demon, and you yourself could pose as a third rate blue man group stand-in >The only noise you did expect is her occasional roaring >100% guaranteed when they climax tho >Her gravely purr grows even louder when you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to you >No small feat considering she is at least 2 feet taller than you >It doesn't stop you from pulling her along to the couch, and the two of you begin a super intense cuddle >A knock at the door stops you from diving on in >You sit up, look around and glance out the living room window >You hear another knock >It's coming from the closet door >"What?" you both say, Devaki looks just as confused as you >"the fuck," you finish >With a quick walk to your closet door, you prepare to cast fist at whoever was in it >Opening the door, you find a black furred wolf Anthro >Or a fox, you guess >Neither of which are important as furries are now a thing too, apparently >You get a glimpse at his crystalline blue eyes, and you relax your raised fist >"Is he one of yours?" you say over your shoulder >"We do not know this one," you get back >You turn to him again, "Who are you and why are you in my closet?" >Whatever brief confusion he had, it was quickly replaced with fury >"Your closet?! Where the fuck did that fucking skunk send me this time?" he rants, shoving you out of the way and stepping into your apartment >He looks around, raises an eyebrow at the wolf on fire, and spots a mug that he soon swipes, and downs what ever was left >Aw man, that was the good stuff too >Confused, he flips it over, mumbles to himself and sets it back down on the table >Swearing gets involved when his fur acts like a rag for the spill >"Ok, well, I think you should go," you move towards him >Ignoring you, he instead plops down on your couch >"Nah," he says, wiping an arm on your couch, "not until Zig pulls me out of wherever the hell I am" >You're rather surprised he isn't freaking out about Devaki, you, or the fact that he totally trashed your couch >It doesn't halt your rapidly rising annoyance, which in turn Devaki seems to share >"We do not want your presence here. Your life force is insufficient and too tainted for us to consume," she gets a little brighter and flamey with each word she says >"You. Are. Worthless to us," you aren't sure if the living black rug could bunch up any smaller than that >"Anon," you snap to attention >"Yesm?" >"Rid us of this insufferable nuisance" >You give a curt nod, and with a stiff upper lip you march to the couch >You have no mercy for this dog that interrupted your cuddle session, and now you're off the leash >Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck you drag him to the large bedroom mirror with Devaki daintily following >You aren't as gentle when you slam him into the glass, with your grip on his neck choking all words he might say >"Reach deep, through reality, through the illusions of life and death," she begins to chant >"And force him into that abyss," she's pretty blunt about it >You shove the wolf through the mirror into the realm you pulled Devaki from >You also left him a surprise >The wolf quickly gets up and dusts himself off while he looks around the empty void >His eyes finally fall on the exact copy of himself >"Who are you?" >"I'm you but stronger!" >And with that the copy pounces on the wolf thing >Devaki is sitting on the bed, and snuggle in beside her >"Man, cable's gotten violent lately" >The clone is tearing at the other, who's own fists flail back >"Indeed" >It's just like wrestling, but free, real, and with no Vince McMahon >It also doesn't matter who "wins" the fight between them >For you now have entertainment for the evening