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Truckercore Part 8

Page history last edited by bob charles 9 years, 8 months ago

[You are now Savannah, the manticore.]

 

You stagger forward, using one of the many buildings here for support to keep you on your pawfeet. It takes all your willpower to stay awake; Clare was not quite able to overcome the effects, and fell asleep some distance back.

 

Those around you seem to regard you and her as little more than drunks or transients. Even when you yell for Anon as loudly as you can, watching him chase after some multi-tailed harlot, they do nothing.

 

Packed urban environments tend to be rather unforgiving.

 

It’s still something of a mystery as to how that fluffy floozy was able to charm and bewitch the three of you at once, but for the moment there are more important matters.

 

Yelling his name again as loudly as possible, you notice him start to turn around just inside the park, halting his drunken stumbling. Hopes rising as you think he can snap from the spell, they’re instantly dash again when the kitsune forcibly turns his head to face her using a fluffy tail.

 

He seems to stare at her for a moment before going entirely limp, falling into her arms. The kitsune turns your way, or so you imagine – it’s difficult to make out the finer details from this distance. But she doesn’t linger, and somehow vanishes within the small park.

 

Despite the fact that she’s disappeared, whatever hex she’s placed on you hasn’t, and what willpower you had has been completely eroded.

 

Slumping down against the building, you lose the fight against the encroaching sleep, closing your eyes.

 

--

 

Waking up to the feeling of someone talking to you and something fluffy striking your cheek, your eyes flutter open. As the blurriness fades, you see Clare’s face peering down at you, her paw tapping your face to wake you up as she yells your name.

 

“Oh good Savannah, you’re finally awake,” she says, looking slightly relieved once you fix her with a stare.

 

Extending a paw, she helps you stand from your awkward heap that you had fallen asleep in against the side of the building. Clare isn’t looking particularly well-off herself, staggering somewhat. Sleep is still heavy on your eyes and mind, though not nearly as bad as it was before.

 

As you glance around the city while standing, you notice the streets are nearly empty. It must be rather late in the night, or perhaps early in the morning now. The moon hangs high in the sky, though not quite full, a glance is enough to rekindle a march of lewd thoughts that’re difficult to suppress.

 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be rough,” Clare says, aware of your focus on the sky. She seems to avoid looking up herself, but based on the tent in her pants, she’s not doing so well herself.

 

Noticing your attention, Clare blushes slightly and flexes her hips to try and hide it. She never used to be shy about it… it’s cute, in a way, as well as causing your jealousy to flare up.

 

Finally on your feet and only slightly woozy, you turn your attention towards the park where Anon had been.

 

You then ask Clare if she has any idea where Anon might be.

 

She lowers her eyes and shakes her head. “I didn’t see anything… and when I woke up I got you up as well. I have no idea where he is,” she says.

 

You tell her that you saw Anon and a kitsune over at the park, but that was it before you passed out.

 

Her gaze turns towards the small, probably less than acre-sized park. “How could someone disappear in that?”

 

No idea, you say. But you both should probably check it out anyways.

 

Clare agrees, and the two of you approach the small area.

 

While you weren’t expecting much, you spot a note taped to a lamp post just outside the entrance. Or rather, you think it’s supposed to a note. It’s a blank sheet of paper as far as you can tell, flipping it back and forth in your paw.

 

Handing it off to Clare, she does the same, but then makes a comment. “Hey, there’s some golden fur stuck on the tape as well.”

 

No coincidence, then. But what’s the point of a blank slip of paper?

 

Holding the paper up to the light of the street lamp doesn’t reveal anything… or rather, anything you can make out. There’s a subtle trace of something or other on the paper, but nothing legible. It’s difficult to ascertain if it’s writing or simply shitty paper.

 

“Maybe it’s invisible ink or something?” Clare pipes up, watching you hold the paper up.

 

Maybe - but, you say, neither of you have a lighter or whatever with which to heat the slip.

 

Both you and Clare think about what to do; your tail swishes back and forth, and your ears wiggle slightly as you consider the options. With nothing better to do, you take a sniff of the fur stuck on the tape, but all you get out of it is a lingering scent of kitsune... along with something else. It’s hard for you to place, but you’d say she’s certainly been around something… reptilian.

 

Taking a whiff of the air, you sadly aren’t able to pick up the scents on the breeze.

 

Grumbling, you look back towards the lamp. It’s pretty bright. A bulb that bright has to put out a lot of heat, right?

 

Couldn’t hurt to try.

 

Flapping your wings, you take to the air, drifting upwards towards the light. You touch the surface of the lamp with an exploratory poke, and discover that it is indeed quite hot. Also quite bright; it’s difficult to see anything else this close to the light source.

 

With the paper pressed against the glass, you’re unable to really see if anything is appearing since looking directly at the light kind of hurts your eyes. You keep the paper applied until the heat on your paw proves to be too much.

 

Upon landing, your attempt to read the paper is made all the more difficult by the very large spots obscuring your vision from that fucking light.

 

Fucking shit, you say, making a pained expression.

 

Clare sighs, then plucks the paper from your paw. “Hmm… looks like there’s something, but it’s still kind of faint. Guess we need a flame or something… but why would they use some stupid shit technique like this?”

 

Whatever, what does it say, you groan.

 

The cheshire clears her throat. “Well, let’s see… ‘Sorry for the… method…’ I think is written… some stuff I can’t make out, something about a ‘hoard…” …something something Nogard Tower…”

 

As your sight returns to you, you see Clare tilting her head slightly, thinking about something. “Nogard Tower? That’s not too far from here, is it?”

 

Walking over to her side to check the note yourself, you confirm that it’s pretty much as she said. Some areas of the paper filled in with a brownish ink, but apparently only around the spots where your paw was directly pressing.

 

Well, it’s a semi-famous tower… one of the tallest in the area. Checking out the cityscape, you see it’s not directly in view, but it should be in downtown area. The other buildings here are most likely blocking it from line of sight.

 

Taking another short flight upwards, you ascend above some of the shorter buildings, and spot the tower you’re looking for.

 

You think.

 

It’s fairly close, maybe within two or three kilometers.

 

Once you touch down, Clare looks at you with worried eyes. “What are we gonna do, Savannah?” she says, clasping her paws together.

 

You regard Clare with a bit of curiosity. Normally she’s one to take initiative on things; maybe it’s because she’s never cared about someone like this before. The circumstances are rather extenuating.

 

Scratching the back of your head and an ear, you let out a sigh. First, let’s see if we can get more of the writing on that note revealed, you say.

 

Clare nods. “You’re supposed to use a lighter or something for this, aren’t you? Wonder if there’s any stores still open…”

 

She looks around as she trails off; you mirror her action, looking the opposite way. Outside of a few people strolling about and the occasional vehicle passing by, the city is fairly quiet.

 

It’s most likely due to the moon – everyone is at home… enjoying themselves, or being coerced by some species or other. Now that you think about it, you wonder if that’s what served as the impetus for tonight’s kidnapping. You can’t say you’ve heard of someone trying to pull a man from underneath another monstergirl, let alone two.

 

The sheer audacity makes your blood boil. How dare that foxy whore try to claim what was yours. What kind of bitch just swoops in and steals someone’s man like that? Swoop? There better not be any harpies involved. Fucking. Harpies. Just, fuck them. With a rake.

 

A tap on your shoulder snaps you out of your building rage. Clare is regarding you with a rather troubled expression; perhaps your emotions surfaced a bit more than you had intended.

 

“I think there’s a store over there,” she says once you calm down some, sidestepping the issue of your anger. She’s pointing a way down the avenue, towards a lit sign.

 

Exhaling sharply, you release some of your pent up frustration and jealousy as the two of you begin walking towards the store.

 

“…I know how you feel,” Clare pipes up. “Pisses me off too, but we gotta stay calm to find him, right?”

 

Her forced smile does little to set you at ease, but her words ring true enough.

 

You can rip drumsticks off of harpies later, you tell yourself. For now, finding him is the most important thing.

 

 

 

One large-paw-sized lighter later, you wave the flame underneath the paper. The dried ink begins to brown, revealing much more to the message.

 

While attempting to read the freshly visible words, Clare lets out of a yelp.

 

“Savannah!”

 

Looking up to her in confusion, the reason becomes readily apparent. You held the lighter still a little too long, setting the paper on fire while reading another portion of it.

 

Of course, the immediate reaction most people have when something in their hands is on fire is to drop it. You’re no exception.

 

Fortunately Clare is quick to react, clapping the paper out of the air with both paws, snuffing out the flames at the same time. She groans.

 

“Savannah… What am I going to do with you?” she sighs out, her voice inflected with a certain cat-like quality.

 

Just hand over the note, you say, partly embarrassed and even more angry with yourself. Sighing again, she drops the paper into your outstretched paw, then shakes some of the ash from her own paw.

 

Unfortunately more than half the paper is burned away, but at the very least you have more to go on. ‘…art of her hoard. He’ll be at the Nogard Tower, in the penthouse suites.’

 

Kind of.

 

A quick check with the clerk of the store to confirm that the tall building you spotted earlier was the one named on the paper, you then begin to think about what to do.

 

The building is certainly going to be closed at this hour, but they had to have brought him in there somehow, right? Glancing at Clare, you remember that she can only teleport to areas she can see. Still, she can go invisible. A perfect stealth operative.

 

Feeling your eyes upon her, Clare quirks an eyebrow. “What are you planning?”

 

You shrug, and explain that’s exactly what you’re trying to figure out. For the time being, the two of you should make your way over there – plan and walk at the same time.

 

Clare nods in agreement.

 

As the two of you meander through the streets, you formulate plans. Or attempt to formulate plans. Neither of you really get beyond ‘break in and start punching shit.’ For you, anyways. Clare insists you’re a good puncher. She’d just sit back and watch. Maybe teleport onto people and the like, but for the most part she’d like to avoid any straight-up brawls. However, you’ll need to find some way inside without alerting the police or security staff that are probably innocent to everything going on.

 

 

 

Finally, the two of you reach the imposing skyscraper. There’s little traffic, and virtually no one besides you and Clare on the streets at this hour. Walking past the entrance, keeping a cool face, you spot a security guard reading a book at his station just inside the large glass doors. Pausing for a moment, you feel a push from behind.

 

“Don’t even think about it, Savannah. The cops’d be all over us in no time if we plowed in through the front,” Clare says, forcing you along.

 

Grumbling, you let her prod you forward until neither of you are in line of sight of the guard.

 

Well, you begin, maybe there’s a back entrance or something?

 

“Probably…” Clare responds, placing her paws on her hips. She studies the building for a while, her tail waving around. Following her gaze, you can’t figure out what she’s so interested in. “Let’s take a look around.”

 

Following her around the sides of the building, you keep your eyes peeled on various surface-level details, while Clare keeps her sight turned upwards.

 

Sure enough, as the two of you approach the side of the building that faces away from the main street, there’s a fenced in driveway that leads down into some sort of underground garage. With a flap of your wings you vault the fence, and Clare does her teleportation thing. Fences really don’t mean much in this city, do they?

 

To the side of the garage entrance is a large metal door for foot traffic. There’s some sort of card reader built into the wall just next to the door, along with a buzzer just above it.

 

“Think we should push it?” Clare asks, half-joking, half-serious. “Maybe whoever left that note will let us in?”

 

You regard Clare as if she’s either insane or stupid, then mention how it’d also give you away to anyone inside.

 

In response, Clare points up towards a concrete overhang. There’s a camera looking down right where the two of us are. “I think we’ve already given ourselves away…”

 

Frowning, you tell her that it doesn’t mean whatever person is on camera duty knows who the two of you are. Come on, you continue - let’s finish walking around before we decide on anything. Clare sighs.

 

Almost back to where you’d started your inspection of the premises, Clare comes to a halt, her eyes focused on a lit window that’s only a few floors up. “I think I can reach it,” she says.

 

Oh, that’s what she was up to.

 

“Yeah, though what about you?”

 

Hmm, maybe she could get to the door in the back and open it up?

 

“That could work… well, here goes…” she says, flashing you a grin before she vanishes.

 

 Immediately turning up towards the room, you just barely catch her appear within. Looks like it was a success. Though she appears to be… doing something. Maybe she encountered a janitor or something? From this steep angle you could only see her when she was right next to the window, but now she’s moved further into the room.

 

Without anything else to do, you return to the underground entrance, though you keep yourself underneath the camera to avoid detection. Left to your thoughts, you can’t help but laugh at the incredulity of everything that’d happened. Maybe it would be best to just notify the police, and provide them with the half-singed note as evidence... though how exactly would they investigate things here with any sort of expediency?

 

They’d have to get records of everyone who was here at the time, entry logs… start questioning people… it’d take weeks if only one person was on the case. Then, what if it was someone wealthy that’d abducted him? Would they be able to simply buy off the cops, or lead them astray?

 

So you’d found yourself in a wonderful situation that was essentially vigilantism, with very little evidence to prove your case should things go… not well.

 

The things you do for love.

 

Thinking of love, you begin to fidget restlessly. Things had been getting a bit tense, lately. Clare loves him, too, after all. You never thought you’d be in an open relationship like this, and while it was fine at first, you’re beginning to think it’s just not going to work out long-term. You’ve found yourself snapping at Clare more often, and just plain feeling jealous. There’s little doubt she’s feeling the same way, and something will have to give. The question is, when?

 

Or maybe it’d be better to just…

 

Before you can complete your thought, the door you’ve been watching pops open with a click. Yet no one opened it, as far as you can see. Until a familiar set of golden eyes and a smug grin fade into view. Clare winks and beckons you over with her eyes. Dashing forward, you slip inside the door, hoping that whatever guard is on duty isn’t really paying attention to the cameras.

 

Inside is a typical, poorly-lit parking garage. Or, it would be typical if not for the collection of rather expensive looking vehicles assembled. Limousines and exotic cars fill most of the spots. This must be for the use of the executives that work here.

 

Beside you, Clare allows herself become mostly visible; as usual she’s entirely naked. Despite the usefulness of her ability, having to get nude is kind of a downside.

 

So, you begin, did she encounter anything on the way down here?

 

“Yeah… there was a cleaning lady in the office I popped into… she spoke some foreign language and started freakin’ out real bad. I picked up a name plaque that was on the desk and kept pointing to it, then to myself. I think I convinced her it was my office… then I just grabbed some shit out of a drawer and walked out like it was something I forgot during the day.”

 

Smirking, you tell her that's kind of what you figured happened. She rolls her eyes.

 

“I ditched my clothes in a bathroom and then had to figure out how to get down here… didn’t see anyone else while I was walking around.”

 

That’s good, you reply. So, the two of you should probably head up to the penthouse suites or something?

 

Clare nods, and as the two of you pass under a light you notice she’s blushing. And you realize she’s been kind of trying to cover herself, despite keeping her crotch and breasts invisible. “But first, let me go get my clothes…”

 

Oh? When did she become such a shy cat?

 

She glowers at you for a moment. “Well, you know…” she mutters, and you just give her a playful punch on the shoulder. Don’t worry about it, you say.

 

Never thought you’d see the day where she was actually shy about showing her curvy body off, dick and all. Then again, no guys had ever really treated Clare as something other than a sexual curiosity.

 

Reaching the door that Clare had come in through, she mostly fades from view again, becoming little more than a pair of ears floating through the air. “Just follow me… I don’t know how many cameras are around here, though…”

 

 

 

Waiting for her to dress, you lean against a wall outside the bathroom. So far, all had been quiet. No guard patrols, no encounters with cleaning crews… it was almost boring. Of course, this was still the ground floor. Things would probably get more exciting once the two of you got to the top.

 

Clare then bound out of the bathroom fully clothed, and you both then begin searching for the elevators that’d take you to the top. Several elevators and searching later, you discover one that goes up to the 58th floor - the start of the penthouse suites.

 

The ride to the top causes your anxiety and tension to build; you can feel yourself stirring for a fight. Clare’s looking a bit more timid, but then she’s never been one to be confrontational. Physical or otherwise.

 

As the elevator slows to a halt, you find yourself attempting to will the doors open. What will you discover? You almost can’t wait to find out…

 

A chime signals, and the sliding doors creek open.

 

Reading your claws, you take a bold step out… and into nothing.

 

Feeling rather sheepish, you wonder why you expected some sort of grand assembly, all waiting for you to enter. Clare walks forward cautiously, passing you as she peeks out into the hall.

 

“Good, you made it,” A voice calls out from your side, scaring the shit out of you.

 

Your fright causes all your muscles to tense; you can feel the darts in your tail fire off at random, then hear them strike the walls, ceiling, and floor. And the soft thump of one biting into flesh.

 

Aw fuck, you manage to say as you turn around to see who just received a full dose of venom.

 

A dart managed to embed itself in the shoulder of the person who spoke to you – a familiar looking kitsune, standing in the doorway of some sort of hidden panel that was in the wall. Her eyes are already dilating, and she’s starting to pant.

 

“Savannah!” You hear Clare yell as she scampers over. “What the hell! One of those almost hit… me… is that…?” she trails off, pointing at the kitsune, who is now shaking.

 

The kitsune’s eyes are almost feral, and they instantly lock onto Clare. “You!” She shouts. “You have what I need!” In a flash she pounces at Clare, though the cheshire is able to simply sidestep her clumsy attack without even needing to teleport.

 

Some of your darts didn’t launch out; good thing in case you need them for later, you tell yourself as you perform a visual inspection of your tail.

 

The kitsune is scrambling and pouncing at Clare, yelling and carrying on about dicks and cum, and how she can smell the cat’s seed in her balls. How very un-kitsune like. Fortunately, in her lust-mad state, she appears to have forgotten how to use her foxfire magic.

 

You yell for Clare to lure the kitsune your way, so that maybe you can capture her. The cheshire’s glare serves as her affirmation, and she begins making her way back towards you. Then, standing right in front of you, she dodges to the side without a word, revealing a ball of horny tails flying straight at you. There’s no time to get out of the way.

 

She winds up headbutting you right in the ovaries; your face contorts in pain as you clench your jaw and mutter all the obscenities you can think of in a fast string. But, not one to let a little pain to the babymaker slow you down, you grab the kitsune in a bear hug before she can bound away.

 

No matter how much she struggles and squirms, there’s no way she’s getting out of your grasp. In fact, she’s almost unaware of your existence as her arms and tails all reach for the cat’s erection no matter where Clare stands.

 

“So, what now?” Clare says, speaking over the snarls and grunts of the wild fox.

 

Can’t you do something about that, you say, pointing to her crotch with your eyes and coughing as the kitsune inadvertently elbows you right in the gut.

 

Clare blushes, and covers it with a paw. “I can’t help it due to tonight… and can’t you do something about randomly darting people?” she shoots back. “What if she was trying to help us?”

 

Well she shouldn’t have snuck up on you. She got a full dose, so she’s going to be at this for hours or until she’s satisfied. Time to put her to sleep and hope she doesn’t wake for a while, you say.

 

Shifting her in your grasp, you pin an arm against her throat and squeeze, choking off her air. As she begins to suffocate, her focus shifts from Clare to you, her hands clawing at your paws and fur. Fortunately the thick fur provides protection from her scratches, and soon she goes limp.

 

Easing her onto the floor, you check to ensure she’s breathing.

 

We don’t have long, you say to Clare. Time to book it through that door before she wakes. The cat nods, and dips through first.

 

 

 

Through the false door is a hallway that leads to an elevator. Surprisingly, it goes down instead of up, though just a few floors. As the doors slide open after descending the short distance, you discover two smartly dressed, human women are standing in wait. When you bring your arms up in a sort of fighting pose, the one on the right shakes her head.

 

“That’s won’t be necessary… but, what happened to the kitsune?”

 

Keeping your eyes focused on the pair, you explain how you sort of infused her with a full dose of manticore venom.

 

The women on the left sighs. “We’ll send someone to pick her up momentarily, then...”

 

“I’m Opal, and that’s Garnet,” the woman on the right side said as she pointed towards herself then to the woman on the left. “The kitsune was Beryl, by the way.”

 

You and Clare share a confused glance. Why are they named after gemstones?

 

“You’ve come for the fellow who was captured, yes?”

 

Yes, you begin slowly, dropping your stance somewhat.

 

Opal smiles. “The security staff alerted us of intruders quite some time ago, but we told them you were guests of ours.”

 

Ours? What exactly is going on?

 

“Don’t worry… the mistress will explain. Please, follow us,” Garnet says, motioning towards Opal. Opal turns about, and begins to slowly walk away.

 

Turning your focus between Clare and the woman called Opal several times, you frown and walk out of the elevator. Clare follows behind. Something about this feels off, you think to yourself.

 

Walking by Garnet, she simply continues to smile.

 

You hear Clare’s voice yell something, followed by a piercing jolt that stiffens your whole body, then drops you to the floor. A scream slips from your throat, and you paw frantically at the ground, but your body won’t cooperate. Shifting on the ground as best as you’re able, you spy Garnet dual-wielding tazers. Looks like she hit you and Clare at nearly the same time.

 

Why did you let your guard down? You’ve never been this trusting of people before, you curse inwardly, writhing in pain.

 

The two human women descend on you in an instant, binding your arms, legs, and tail with plastic straps. You try to fire off the last of your barbs, but the aftereffects of the shock have rendered you mostly unable to control your muscles with any degree of precision. Opal runs off, returning a few seconds later with an odd, thick leather pouch she slips over your tail, then cinches it shut.

 

“That’ll prevent any trouble out of you… Now, as for the Cheshire…”

 

--

 

Once Clare is bound as well, two large women, a giant cyclops and a minotaur, carry the both of you into a large room with some sort of domed cage in the center. Against one wall is something that looks like a throne… and seated atop it is a dragon. Around her on the floor and tending to her are several men.

 

And one of them looks very familiar, sitting as far away from her as he’s able. Soon as he sees you he moves to stand up, but winces as the dragon jolts up.

 

“Welcome! Welcome, my esteemed guests,” the dragon practically roars, standing and spreading her wings. She’s quite large, even for a dragon. Probably over seven feet tall, but not very muscular; instead she’s rather voluptuous, and she’s wearing little more than a transparent robe of sorts.

 

Some way of treating guests you snarl, speaking as loudly as you can from atop the minotaur’s shoulder.

 

The dragon simply gives you a cold smile. At your voice the man that’d huddled away from the others cautiously maneuvers around to the front of the others, meeting your eyes. He looks both relieved to see you, and quite worried.

 

You see the dragon woman utter something quietly, and one of the other men milling about her hands her a rope of some sort. When she tugs on it, the man you’d come for tumbles to the ground, snapped backwards. It’s quickly apparent he’s wearing a collar of some sort.

 

Clare recognizes him as well now, and begins yelling for him, though the giant simply covers her mouth until the two of you are brought inside the cage-dome. Once placed inside, the minotaur severs the bonds on Clare with a knife, then throws it a short distance away as the two of them exit the odd cage and close the door.

 

“A manticore and Cheshire cat duo, riding around with this human,” the dragon begins.

 

Looking around you see there are an awful lot of people here, spectating from various walkways as if they were an audience. Clare shuffles over towards the knife, and begins working on severing the ropes around her feet.

 

“Quite an interesting combination. What man could satisfy two women like you? When Beryl mentioned how she’d seen the three of you together, I was simply fascinated – fascinated! So, I had her tail you lot for quite some time.”

 

That bitch sure likes to talk.

 

With herself freed, Clare moves over to begin cutting your bindings off.

 

“Once she’d told me you all came back to this city, I decided I just had to see for myself what kind of person he was… but sadly,” the dragon says, tugging on the leash, “He’s been rather adamant about you two. Just won’t come to me no matter what I do.”

 

Now freed, you stand up and dust yourself off, and promptly ignore her. You yell out for anon, asking if he’s okay.

 

“I’m fi-“ he begins to speak, but is promptly backhanded to the ground by the powerful dragon. “Now now, I haven’t given you permission to speak.”

 

Who the fuck are you, you demand of the dragon, and what right does she have to treat him, and you, like things?

 

She sneers. “I am Averine Draconis, master of this city. And this,” she gestures widely, taking in the entire room and its people, “is my hoard. All that is here is mine.”

 

Fucking shit. A megalomaniac dragon. Just what you needed.

 

Beside you, Clare lets out a low, angry growl.

 

The Cheshire vanishes, only to reappear in a flash of electricity just inside the cage, crumpling to the ground. “What the fuck was that?!” She groans, standing up and wrapping her paws around the bars, tugging at them.

 

Averine closes an eye and wags a scaled finger at the cat. “Tut tut! My little playground here is fully adapted to contain magic users.”

 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Clare says, anger and sorrow mixing together in her voice. At her words he looks at her, and Clare’s expression softens when their eyes meet.

 

Another tug on his leash renews her anger.

 

“Wellll,” the dragon begins, her tone light and airy. “I like unique, special things. I was hoping lover boy here would be something special, but he just won’t fuck me no matter how much I ask. But, I was rather expecting him to be the loyal type, so I had Beryl leave that note for you two.”

 

Swinging her hips as she walks, the dragon approaches the cage, dragging the man you’d come for behind her with the leash. She halts a few feet away, grinning at you. Mirroring Clare’s actions, you wrap your paws around the bars and give her the most withering stare you can muster. You think about firing the barbs on your tail at her, but quickly realize it’d serve no purpose. Damn things take a while to grow back.

 

Now that he’s closer, both you and Clare attempt to ask him if he’s okay again… and you notice he’s quite bruised. He almost comes within range of you; you reach out to touch him, but the dragon quickly jerks him back.

 

“So, a little… house breaking is in order, I think.” Snapping her clawed fingers, the same minotaur from before enters the room, holding the envenomed kitsune. Except, she’s stark naked now, and just as lively as she was before.

 

Then, in a fluid motion, Averine jerks his leash hard and sweeps his feet at the same time, sending him to the floor – though she sort of breaks his fall with her foot.

 

Clare gasps and shouts, and you can see her claws are fully extended. You yourself would love nothing more than to slash that dragon’s haughty face to ribbons yourself.

 

Carefully, Averine extends a claw, and presses it against his neck, and then winks at you. Running it down, she begins to bisect his clothing, removing his shirt and pants in seconds, stripping away the garments and tossing them aside. Naked and held down to the floor by her foot, he begins blushing furiously.

 

The minotaur carries the kitsune over, and then begins to gently lower Beryl. Her wild thrashing quickly subsides as she spies the cock underneath her. She calms very quickly, and begins whimpering. “I..I.. need it, so bad,” she mewls. Her lustful secretions are running down in thick gooey streams, coating his groin; the stench of a kitsune in an overpowering heat wafts through the air.

 

Before it’d been covered by her clothing, but now was free to spread. He begins to struggle, but it’s for naught – the scent and her warm secretions quickly bring him to full attention. Clare has backed away from the cage bars and is attempting to conceal herself as well, leaning forward and thrusting her hips backwards.

 

“I could simply have him raped in front of you two,” Averine begins, “Or you could indulge me. Manticores aren’t terribly common, especially ones that are willing to share. But, best of all, the venom on your barbs is especially potent. I’ve never seen Beryl driven into such pure, desperate need before! And you,” she says, looking towards Clare, “are ever so… unique.” The dragon’s eyes wander down to Clare’s cock, standing proud despite her attempts to hide it. “I’ve heard you produce more cum than a centaur... I wouldn’t mind a… taste.” The dragon licks her lips, and then gives a laugh, looking so very happy despite the murderous stares from you and Clare.

 

“So, how about this, instead? I play with both of you until I get my fill. Granted, I don’t have a cock so the manticore’s options are limited… but I’m sure you’ll figure something out, right?” Averine flashes a wicked grin. “Once I’m satisfied, I’ll need you to take care of all my precious treasures as well,” she says, motioning towards her throne, where at least a dozen men are sitting on the floor.

 

“If both of you say no, I drop Beryl here onto his cock, and she rides him for hours in front of you. If you both agree, I have my fun with you.”

 

You shake your head in disbelief.

 

“And when that kitsune is done raping him, then what?” Clare hisses out. “It can’t be that simple!”

 

You didn’t think it was possible, but the dragon’s malicious smile spreads further. “Jade,” she calls out.

 

Moments later a thin, lithe manticore descends from one of the overlooking balconies on leathery wings, and lifts her tail up. “If Beryl looks like she’s enjoying herself, I think I’ll give him a bit of venom and take him for a ride myself. If he can make me cum, I’ll let you all go. Assuming he even wants to leave once he’s sampled what I have to offer.” She says, looking down at him like a precious toy.

 

Clare is trembling, from anger or fear or what you don’t know. Studying her more carefully, you can see she’s struggling to fight back tears.

 

Looking down towards him, he seems to be trying to tell you something, mouthing the words. It looks like… I… hate… dragon… pussy.

 

You smirk.

 

Isn’t there anything else you could offer or do, you ask.

 

“Mmhmm, I was hoping you’d say that. In fact, yes. I’m sure you fuck each other all the time in threesomes, yes?” Averine says excitedly, clapping her claws together. “Why don’t you two just fuck each other right there in that cage? Whoever comes first loses… and the winner gets to take lover boy here home, and the loser stays with me for a while… and becomes my treasure.”

 

You blink, then look at Clare. She’s looking to you for answers as a tear trickles down her cheek. After telling the dragon to fuck off for a minute, you approach your friend, and ask her what she wants to do.

 

“I…I don’t know… they’re all such horrible options!”

 

Yeah, they are.

 

“So, what’s your answer?” the Dragonpussy asks, crossing her arms.

 

--

 

[You are once again Anon]

 

Laying on your back in the nude with a dragon lording over you is not where you thought you’d find yourself tonight. Or maybe it’s morning now. Either way, shit’s all fucked.

 

And you’re about to be fucked, with the kitsune being held over your crotch like a leaky faucet.

 

The dragon had not been terribly kind to you, especially when you refused her advances. “How dare you deny me,” and so forth. What a haughty bitch.

 

Seeing Clare and Savannah was nice, though the predicament they’d got themselves in was not so much. After the ultimatum had been issued to them, Clare seemed awfully distraught, and Savannah just got pissed. As Averine waits for their response, Savannah went over to Clare, and the two began to whisper, casting furtive glances your way.

 

Clare’s expression rapidly shifts from tearful to… cockiness?

 

Then Savannah approaches the edge of the cage. “Can ya dodge?” She asks quietly and flatly . You think the manticore is referring to the kitsune being held above you, so you nod.

 

You can probably get out from under her, though after the initial dodge she’ll be all over you.

 

Averine taps her foot impatiently, then shifts her weight. “If you two don’t answer, I’ll just do whatever I feel like.”

 

“Fine, fine, come on in ‘ere,” Savannah says, motioning to the dragon. “We’ll show ya a good time.” She smiles, and begins to strip off her clothing. Clare hesitates, but follows along, and soon the two are standing stark naked, showing off their supple curves.

 

“Hmm! I can’t wait to see what you two can do.”

 

Walking slowly around, the dragon seems to leave you alone – and most importantly, doesn’t seem to place anyone else in charge of you. The manticore that she’d called down is idling about nearby, and the minotaur is holding the kitsune, but otherwise you’re kind of free. Though, to avoid drawing attention to that fact, you remain still.

 

The dragon opens the door to enter; you note that there’s no real lock on it – just a sort of latching mechanism that prevents it from being opened from the inside. She slips inside, and the door clangs shut.

 

Whatever plan those two have, it better be something good. Clare and Savannah back off from the dragon as she approaches, slipping off her pointless robe/gown thing.

 

“Don’t be shy now, my dears, I don’t bite… much!” Averine says, flashing a very wide, very creepy smile as she draws out the ‘ch’ on her last word.

 

She then begins laughing maniacally; the pair in the cage with her cringe. Savannah steadily backs herself towards you as the dragon takes a more keen interest in Clare. Carefully, you creep towards her as the crowd is focused on the chesire and the dragon. Averine is now chasing the cat around, laughing about how she’s playing hard to catch.

 

Savannah’s tailpussy pokes out through a gap in the bars, within your touch. “Hey,” she says, “Give it a real sharp squeeze where it narrows… use your thumbs to really dig in right along the seams. Aim towards those guys over there…”

 

Huh.

 

Taking hold of her tail, you aim the opening towards the men as instructed. The tailpussy itself has sort of indentations along the outside that run its length, so she must be referring to those. Tracing two of them down to where they meet the tail proper, you dig your thumbs in and get a sharp squeeze. Savannah practically jumps out of her skin and yelps. You also hear a familiar whistle, and notice all the barbs are now missing from the tail. A couple short yelps confirms that some of them had hit the men that were all sitting down.

 

“Now do it to that scrawny ‘core,” Savannah says as she charges forward to aid Clare.

 

The surly manticore breaks into a sprint and takes a massive leap. Aided by her wings she jumps onto Averine with her claws exposed. Finding purchase on the dragon’s back, the pain from the manticore’s claws cause her to roar in agony.

 

The minotaur realizes too late what’s going on. She drops the kitsune, but you’ve already long since scuttled away. Beryl lands rather gracefully, and her burning eyes are fixated on you. She then licks her lips. However, after only a few steps one of the men that was darted bowls her over, more than ready to sate her desire with his own. She offers little complaint.

 

Jade, the manticore, is finally beginning to realize what’s going on, but it’s far, far too late. Now on your feet, you run over to her and manhandle her delicate tailpussy as you attempt to repeat the action from before. She lets out a cute moan as you squeeze your thumbs into it, firing off a flight of darts into the other men. Apparently they’ve been so broken they don’t react or do anything unless explicitly told… or unless envenomed.

 

There’s still a few of the flechettes left in her tail, so you shift your thumbs, re-aim the fuck-hole-turned-weapon, and launch the last few up into the crowd.

 

Unfortunately, your actions seem to have really turned Jade on. “Mmm, yes, hurt me more!” She gasps, draping herself across you.

 

A tempting offer, you say, but you’ve got other things to do.

 

Shoving her off of you, Jade tumbles to the ground, but stares longingly at you. You notice her ribs are plainly visible, and wonder if Averine perhaps starved her in order to make the manticore that thin.

 

Another feral howl tears through the air, forcing your attention to the source of the noise.

 

Slamming her back – and Savannah – against the cage walls, Averine sounds like she’s screeching something like ‘How dare you!,’ but it’s difficult to tell. Clare is taking swipes at her wings, tearing the thin membrane that’s stretched between the bones, further infuriating the dragon.

 

By now the men have taken to anything they can get their dicks into; except you, fortunately. Two are attacking the minotaur, and another is descending onto the manticore. The kitsune appears to have her hands… and ass, and cunt, and mouth, and an ear, and a tail, full, in, well, handling things.

 

One of the crowd has taken an interest in you, and unfortunately there aren’t any other dicks around to draw her interest. A harpy struts forward carefully, purposefully, sizing you up.

 

Time to go.

 

Turning about face, you haul ass towards the cage door, the harpy hot on your heels. Scrambling part way up the cage, the harpy simply flies up towards you and slams her body down on top of yours – though you’re on your stomach, so your dick is safely inside, away from her reach and nethers.

 

You hang on for dear life as she attempts to flip you over, but after a short time the harpy becomes increasingly frustrated and begins to claw at you. Just as you think you’re going to be either raped or sliced apart, she makes something of a mistake, getting a little too close to the cage.

 

A guttural, lion-like growl sounds just near your head. A moment later two massive, black-furred paws shoot through the gaps and grab hold of the harpies head, then snap down harshly. The bird’s head clangs against the steel, and instantly she’s out cold, tumbling down the dome to the ground in an awkward heap.

 

“Fucking. Harpies.”

 

Turning to face her, you flash Savannah a smile; she snorts and gives you a half-grin, before returning to aid Clare with the dragon.

 

The Cheshire’s teleportation abilities aren’t nullified within the cage, so she’s doing a fine job avoiding Averine’s angry swipes, but every time she re-appears she’s looking more and more exhausted.

 

Now that you look at it, Savannah isn’t looking terribly well, either. She’s bleeding from several lacerations, and she’s running with a strained, awkward gait. Despite her tattered wings and bloody back, the dragon is still full of vigor, though her mind seems to be fraying. She’s yelling little more than insane gibberish about this and that.

 

Refocusing on the task at hand, you scuttle down off the dome and throw the door open. Yelling to Clare and Savannah, you tell them to get the fuck over here.

 

Clare hears you first, and owing to her teleportation abilities manages to escape from her tussle with Averine, re-appearing just in front of you. From close up you can see she’s sweating profusely, gasping for breath. “Hah… about…time,” she pants out, breaking into a weary sprint out of the cage.

 

Unfortunately for Savannah, Averine has no intention of letting the manticore escape, and moves to block the escape route. Savannah is managing to dodge the murderous swipes from the dragon, but isn’t able to slip past and make a run for freedom.

 

What to do? Clare’s in no shape to carry on right now… maybe? Sure, why not. Taking a deep breath, you then yell, as loud as possible, “DRAGONPUSSY IS THE WORST PUSSY!” And that all dragons are little more than flying lizards.

 

Averine trembles, and whips around to face you. Her face is contorted in seething rage. You suddenly regret doing anything to draw her ire. Fortunately, Savannah is quick on her feet and seizes the opportunity to make an attempt at dashing by her.

 

But, Savannah doesn’t get away cleanly. The dragon lashes out with her claws as the movement catches her eye. The manticore makes an effort to sidestep, but it’s not entirely successful. Though spared the brunt of their force, the claws rend one of Savannah’s wings and dig a deep furrow across her shoulder. She clamps her eyes tightly for a moment and falters in her steps, but never fails to keep running.

 

Averine realizes what’s going on just a moment too late. You manage to slam the door shut and lock it just as her body weight crashes against it, her arms and claws swiping out at you in a blind rage. “DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” she shrieks, her voice piercing your eyes. “I’LL HUNT YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH! GET BACK HERE!”

 

Though her claws had nearly turned Clare into ribbons of meat on several occasions, she takes the opportunity to point at her dick while leering at Averine. “Suck it!”

 

A loud hiss is all that the dragon gives in response, causing both you and Clare to laugh.

 

Until you both realize the hiss is her breathing in.

 

“Fucking we gotta get the fuck outta here!” Clare shouts, grabbing your arm and pulling you away, chasing behind Savannah who had never ceased running.

 

Bolting at full speed, you hear a low rumbling, followed by intense heat at your backside. Clare suddenly yowls, then vanishes. She re-appears a short distance in front of you – apparently that’s the limit of her range with how tired she is.

 

You also notice the tip of her tail appears to be a little crispy.

 

Based on the intense warmth still lingering on your ass and back, you’ve probably got at least the equivalent of a bad sun-burn. Better than having your flesh charred off.

 

“FUUUUCK YOOOOU” a voice bellows as you all crowd into an elevator.

 

 --

 

Other than the elevator rides, the three of you never stopped running. The security patrols were quite surprised to see you, but you simply gave them a smile and a wave. Were they just that surprised to see you, or were bloody and naked monstergirls and men running around this tower not all that uncommon? Either way, they don’t really offer much resistance as you make your way towards the front exit.

 

Even out on the street you keep running. And running. But, after a few blocks the unending pace ultimately proves to be too much for Savannah. She collapses to her knees, gasping, shaking, and bleeding from a myriad of wounds. She’s looking rather on the pale side of things as well. Clare isn’t looking much better either, but she drops down and lifts one of Savannah’s paws over her shoulder.

 

“Come on, we gotta keep moving,” she says in between sharp breaths.

 

Taking Savannah’s other arm, you and Clare hoist her to her feet, and walk as quickly as possible as the manticore struggles to get her feet moving.

 

Savannah isn’t exactly a featherweight, and the extra weight is taxing you and the cat heavily. It’s a struggle to move at even a normal walking pace. The dragon and, or, her minions are going to be closing in at some point, and you need more distance.

 

In a small blessing, relief comes down the road from the way you’re headed in the form of a taxi. Clare notices as well, and begins flagging it down with her free arm. For once you’re glad to be in this city – it slows down and pulls over even though you’re all naked and bloody. Don’t ask, don’t tell seems to be standard operating procedure whenever full moons are close.

 

The cabbie is an old, grizzled man with an eyepatch smoking a cigar. He grunts at you, then speaks in a hoarse voice as you open the door. “Blood’s extra.”

 

“Don’t care!” Clare nearly shouts, sliding Savannah into the back seat. She’s almost completely limp now; her eyes are closed and she’s still breathing heavily. You move in next, and then Clare is the last to enter. Being squeezed between the two thick and naked women would be a lot better if you weren’t bloody and running for your lives.

 

Clare shouts some direction at the cabbie; he then turns around and begins heading down the direction from which you’d all entered the downtown. The old man looks at you in the rearview mirror, then furrows his brow as his eyes shift ever so slightly. “Friends o’ yours?”

 

Through the back window you see a set of headlights bearing down at incredible speed. Did they see you enter the cab?

 

Considering how they’re not making any attempt to go around, probably.

 

The one eyed man looks back at the other car and grumbles. “Chase’s extra.”

 

“Yes, yes! Just… escape or something!” Clare says, slapping clear divider between the front and back.

 

An invisible hand pushes you back in the seat as the cabbie accelerates, and you frantically begin to search for a seat belt.

 

Just as you click your buckle together, loud music begins to play, and the cabbie starts to laugh a hoarse, wheezing laugh. It’s kinda scary, but the tune sounds familiar. What was it? “Line” something.. with a color. “Amarillo Line?”

 

Your thought is interrupted as the car that was in pursuit is now caught up, and attempts to side swipe the cab.

 

“Damage’s extra.”

 

“Fucking whatever!”

 

As the cab twists and turns down the city streets with the other vehicle nipping at its heels, you do your best to support Savannah, wrapping your arms around her tightly. After one particularly harsh turn, your ass slides sideways on the vinyl seat, and you faceplant right into her mammoth mammaries with arms still around her.

 

“Can’t wait, can ya?” Savannah says groggily, roused by your accidental motorboating.

 

You mumble an apology into her cleavage; she smirks a little.

 

Fluffy paws grab onto your shoulders and pull you upright. “There’ll be time for late later,” Clare says, looking relieved – doubtless due to Savannah waking up.

 

The cab continues to lurch and jerk, tires screeching through turns in four-wheel drifts, throwing you between the two women. While they have shoulder harnesses, you’re left with a lap belt that does little but chafe your junk as your bare ass slides across the slick seat. Fortunately there’s ample soft padding on either side of you, though circumstances bleed any fun from the experience – in more ways than one.

 

There’s so much blood smeared all over everything in the back, you can’t help but think it looks like a slaughter house. How much extra is this going to be, exactly?

 

None of the buildings and signage blurring by look familiar; must be in a part of the city you’ve never bothered with before. Not that you can get a good look at anything with how fast you’re careening through the streets, anyways.

 

“When ya gonna lose ‘em?” Savannah coughs out as you smack into her shoulder through another turn.

 

With a grunt, the cabbie looks into the mirror again, though now he’s got this impish, spry-old-man grin. Racing down an avenue, he takes a sudden sharp turn, the entire car sliding sideways some distance before the tires hook up and the vehicle launches forward – straight towards a very narrow alley between two buildings.

 

“You’re crazy, old man!” Clare shouts, her paws wrapping themselves around your head and pulling your face into her chest. She lets out some sort of… scared squeak as the car barrels into the alley, its mirrors forced inward by the walls. The alley stretches for at least a block; then you see headlights behind you as the car that was in pursuit attempts the same maneuver.

 

Fortunately for you, their car is wider and winds up wedging itself solid; doesn’t appear they can even back out.

 

Opening her eyes after a moment, Clare looks at the walls rushing past in a blur, then lets you go and laughs nervously. “Ha ha ha, I k-knew we would be okay…”

 

You remind her that all her fur is fluffed up, almost like she was scared of something.

 

“I-is it?” she says, smoothing out her fur nonchalantly. Including her tail, with its charred tip. She holds the tip up to her face for a moment, then blows on it before frowning deeply.

 

Savannah is laughing quietly, shaking her head. “Nice work.”

 

The old man in front responds with a smug grin and a grunt.

 

--

 

Once you and Clare get Savannah settled into a bunk, Clare grabs a bank card kept in the truck for emergencies. She cringes, then heads outside to the waiting cabbie.

 

Watching her from the window, you see Clare deflate and nearly collapse when she’s given the bill. With no small reluctance she hands over the card; you can feel her despair from here. After signing the receipt, the cabbie smiles and drives away in his bloodied, banged up car.

 

Clare shuffles slowly over to the truck, then practically crawls inside.

 

You and Savannah ask how much the bill was. Making an effort to avoid letting you see, Clare shows the receipt to the manticore.

 

She was kind of sedate until this point.

 

Sitting up in a flash, her eyes go wide before narrowing. Crumpling the paper in her paw and letting it drop to the floor, she starts laughing.

 

It’s not a friendly laugh.

 

Clare shares a nervous glance with you as she rummages around for bandages.

 

--

 

After bandaging up the manticore and the larger wounds on Clare and yourself, you volunteered to drive… anywhere. Accepting your offer, Clare and Savannah curled up on the same bunk, quickly falling asleep; almost as if they were cuddling. Leave it to life and death circumstances to bring two friends together, you think with a wry smile.

 

Glancing in the back, you see the two have shifted and intertwined atop each other like a pair of kittens. You can’t help but smile, even when Clare begins to giggle in her sleep and briefly humps against Savannah’s leg.

 

As the sun begins to tint the morning sky pink, you think that a well-earned vacation is in order after all that’d happened.

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