Stripes and Denim
Well... I see why no one read the original, It was god-awful. So last night I revised it in hopes of salvaging it. No real "action" in the first part. That is for the second part.
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Stripes and Denim
By Jingle Lingner
It was a humid and sticky night in the land down under. The kind of night where most would peel off their drenched clothes and fall asleep in the basement. But no matter how dismal the weather conditions were a certain agent of Doctor. K still had to do her job. Interrogation was the name of the game. And our leading lady, Zeamara was a master of the trade. The good doctor had always favored Zeamara for these missions because of her "unique" interrogation style. This Busty Zebra just did what came naturally.
She was presently trekking through a scorched dry forest in hot pursuit of her target. This denim clad male hyena known as Trax. Trax was the second in command of the notorious Obsidian Evisceraters. This gang was one of many different factions hired to hinder K's work. Zeamara could see why his nickname was "Trax" he certainy was good at "making tracks"
She sat her round rump down in the dusty deep red earth exhausted. Surveyeing the area only reinforced what she already knew, nothing but trees struggling to survive. Her sweat soaked uniform had finally began to annoy her. Zeamara wore the standard issue K uniform, a red and black leather vest outfitted with two red spheres, matching tight leather shorts (however this was her own touch.) and her custom made Sphere Bandolier.
"I loathe going out...They always make me go out clothed." she muttered to herself.
Yawning she absently drew circles in the dirt. The only thing on her mind was that this prey had better be worth it. After a quick peek at her compact tracer she lazily stood up and grabbed two spheres off of the bandolier strung over her well endowed chest. With a sphere precariously placed in both hands she quickly threw them down. The spheres shattered spewing forth a vile brownish green liquid. The liquid instantaneously began to twist and shape into a creature. From the liquid sprang a miracle of modern bio-achievements and K' ingenuity, two dripping Psuedo-Roo Shock troops clad in organic armor stood before Zeamara.
"Alright you worthless sacks of mucus fan out and cut off the dog!" she slapped one on its non-existent rump.
"Hold him tight till I get there? No killin'! That's a order!" she commanded. Despite their hulking size they were terribly limber and quick. The troops took off into the burnt forest.
Zeamara began to stroll through the forest at her own leisure. Why didn't she think of that in the first place she thought. But that wasn't the only thing on her mind. Zeamara was so hot....and we aren't talking about the weather. This was always a persistent problem with her, but on mission days it becomes unbearable. She stripped off her skimpy vest and cast it aside into the bushes. Her supple milky white breasts could move and breath freely now.
"Oh bleeding hell." she said with a sigh.
There was no way she could fight the urge. She leaned against a nearby tree as she closed her eyes and began to rub sweat around her pert nipples.
"May as well lose the rest of these clothes." she muttered.
With great effort Zea peeled the soaked shorts from her body. They were Soaked with a mixture of sweat and her own juices. She stretched her slick naked body and slid down to the ground.
"Time to get down to business." she said exasperated.
Zeamara spread her legs and slowly began to probe her cunt with a finger or two. She had become so jaded by pleasure be it from herself or another that she very, very rarely moaned. Her fingers couldn't possibly satisfy her insatiable lust. In one final act of desperation she grabbed a purple sphere off of the bandolier and crushed it in her hand. The sphere broke down into a gum like substance that hardened quickly but still retained a soft pliable quality. Naturally Zeamara formed it into a phallic shape.
"Here goes nothing..." she said as she plunged the toy into her tailhole.
She winced holding back the tears, being that she was going about this raw if took quite a bit of effort and pain. She couldn't go on like this, she had to pull out the dildo.
"Well that's ok, I'm sure my minions have captured my target" She said relieved. All Zeamara had to do was follow the path of destruction.
After quite a trek she had arrived at a most delightful sight, the faithful K-troops had the hyena boy pinned to a large tree.
"Well , well , well Mista Trax is it?" she said smugly.
"Fuck off you dirty knob gobbler!" Trax barked at her.
"My my is that any way to talk to a lady?" she smirked.
"I aint telling you shit about my family, whore!" he said in defiance.
"Oh I think you'll be singing a different tune after going a few rounds with me sugah." she turned her back to him and went for a red sphere on her bandolier but changed her mind at the last second.
"That's not any fun..." she muttered while grabbing a yellow sphere instead.
"Watch and learn pup!" she quickly turned and lobbed the yellow sphere at Trax's bandana clad forehead. It hit with pinpoint accuracy and shattered instantly.
"What the?? Yow!" he was taken aback by the weird assault.
"Troops, return form!" she commanded. The guards melted into a disgusting puddle.
"Aww too right! I don't know what you're trying to pull but you're dead now you stupid bitch!" he said full of glee as he whipped out his switch blade.
"I'm gonna cut off them fat tits first!" he maliciously said as he licked his chops. Zeamara ran her fingers through her purple streaked hair and chuckled. Trax's mouth hung a gape.
"D-don't DARE mock me! You think I'm not capable of doing it?" "IS THAT IT??" He yelled infuriated.
He began to walk towards Zeamara, casually throwing his switch blade between his paws. He must have been a little too casual because he dropped the blade. This wasn't due to clumsiness, his fingers wouldn't close. Soon after his entire arm hung limp.
"The fuck?" he grabbed his dead limp arm and shook it.
Shortly after he couldn't feel his other arm. He fell to the ground, his legs had met the same fate.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME BITCH?" he frantically screamed.
"Hmph you arms and legs are temporarily useless now." she coolly replied.
"It's a special paralysis custom made for me."
"You're well aware now that it paralyzes the arms an' legs but not the head and torso. You'll see why soon enough." With great effort Zeamara pushed Trax's semi-limp body up against the mighty tree he had originally been pinned against. She picked up Trax's switchblade.
"So now. Who's going to be cutting who?" she said as she ran the blade against his exposed chest.
Trax went a few shades paler, and his jean shorts went a few shades darker. He always had been a pussy when it came to pain.
"Hey uhh. Heh heh wellll w-w-what exactly do you want to know about O-E?" he stammered like a complete rube.
"What? Never though you'd cave that easily!" She swished her tail and shrugged unimpressed.
"I'll have my fun with you then you'll make with the answers...that is if you're not too exhausted." she grinned
Trax was dumbfounded. What did she really have in store for him?
"What do you...." he began to protest but Zeamara quickly cupped her hand over his mouth as she got very close to him.
"Just you shut your mouth...."
Trax could not believe the situation he had gotten himself into. Of course he noticed she was NAKED right off the bat, but now she was all up on him. Oh God he thought, there was no feasible way he wouldn't crack a fat. Zeamara on the other hand was well aware of his ever growing member. With great ease she removed the petrified hyena's slightly damp jean shorts.
"This isn't all sweat little puppy. And you called me dirty?" she shook her head.
Trax, who had been over abundant with murderous confidence fifteen minutes ago had become very, very quiet. Was this how it was gonna end? Killed by some broad? Or perhaps she had a ulterior motive. Why exactly did she seemingly not care about extracting information about the gang, wasn't that the whole reason she was after him.. His thoughts were interrupted by Zeamara.
"Well my puppy are you ready for the interrogation?"
To be continued.......