Dynamus Chapter 1
It was a beautiful day, he had to admit. He lifted a paw, shielding his eyes from the light as he looked skyward. Not even a cloud in sight. Still, even on a beautiful day like this, the city was bustling with its usual bustle. People were walking every-which-way in all manners of dress. Casually dressed mothers and fathers guided their children along, carrying shopping bags and the like.. Business men and women talked on their cell-phones, walking as if they owned the street they walked across.
Cars passed him by as he strode non-chalantly towards the doors of the bank. His lips were pulled back into a sharp smile as he reached the door. He grabbed the handle with a bandage-wrapped paw and stepped back, pulling it open so the canid lady walking along behind him could enter. She did so without so much as uttering a thanks.A chuckled eased itself from between his lips as he stepped inside and abandoned the door. Well, it wasn't like he was looking for thanks from anyone today.
The air-conditioning was a welcome feel across and beneath his white and light-blue fur. He could feel the chill air working its way beneath, cooling off his overheated skin. He sighed, breathing in the welcome air. It was a distinct change over the exhaust fumes and polluted air outside.
His eyes followed the thankless canid female's rear as she assumed a place in line. The building was full of activity. Several lines were formed in front of the many tellers. He looked around, counting the number of security guards. With their blue pants and white shirts, tucked neatly in, and their fancy badges displayed proudly upon their chest.
Pistols too. He couldn't forget the pistols. One was nearby, eying him as if he were a criminal. He could see the feline's paw stray to the handle of the gun, fingers twisting around it with his index finger sliding in over the trigger. His thumb was even poised over the safety, ready to flick it off.
He shook his head, eyes falling closed under the blue-tinted shades adorning his muzzle. Why would the security guard treat him with open suspicion like this? He hadn't done anything, yet. Sure, he wasn't dressed like a family-man, nor was he in a business suit...But did he look all that bad? He was tall, but he didn't exactly loom over everyone. He was just under seven feet tall. He wore a pair of faded denim colored pants. The lowest part of their legs were frayed, and stark white. They fit loosely around him, so he wore a belt. The small buckle holding it together was emblazoned with a single letter 'D' with a lightning bolt through it.
He went shirtless today, proudly displaying his white-furred well-toned chest. Most of the rest of his fur was a form of light-hued light blue. There were patches of white along his inner thighs, upper and lower, and around his wrists as well. Bandages were wound tight around his paws, starting just above where his thumb met his paw, up to his knuckles...
Then, he remembered the surgical mask he wore over his muzzle today. He could have simply been making a new fashion statement. He smiled beneath the mask, reaching up to adjust the dark-blue sun-glasses he wore perched atop his muzzle. They were banded across the back of his head so he didn't have to worry about them falling off without his consent.
Whatever happened to giving people the benefit of the doubt? People these days. Ah well. He knew where the security guards were. First thing's first. He waved a paw dismissively at the nearest guard; the one who was eying him intently. Before he could even pull the gun from his holster, a violent torrent of blue energy hit him in the chest, throwing him back into the wall. He hit the ground afterwards, slumping as gravity carried his head and body straight down into the tile floor... Unconscious.
There was a moment of silence. People turned, eying the body. Someone screamed, then panic ensued. He evaded the first few people who left, bolting for the door. He grinned in spite of himself. That was rather fun. He ducked low, crossing both bandaged paws over his chest. He sucked in a breath and exhaled sharply as he swung both paws outwards, sending a surging torrent of energy out in all directions before him. It started small, but quickly grew as it rushed forward, roaring . Innocents were thrown every which way, as if pins in a bowling alley. Everyone within the room was knocked prone. Some were rendered unconscious, others stayed down in paralytic panic.
Four of the six guards were up again after a few seconds. He swung his arms again, feeling the rush of energy travelling down his limbs again, surging out from his paws to cut through the air at his intended targets.. Three of the four guards were caught in the second wave, each caught along the chest and rocketed backwards over or into what was nearby.
The fourth had the sense to duck. He saw the man duck, and waved his paw in a small circle towards the man as he fired his pistol. The bullet stopped dead, caught within a circular field of energy. The bullet clattered to the ground as he rammed his fist into the glowing shield; It shattered, the energy dispersing as a single bolt tore through it and closed the distance between him and the guard. It struck him in the forehead, snapping his head back straight into the wall directly behind him. He could almost hear the man's skull crack on the wall. He could certainly see the blood...
He hadn't meant to kill anyone; He hadn't realised it could be so easy. He ran forward, picking his way through the panicked bodies on the floor towards the teller windows. Instead of trying to get through the reinforced glass, he went around, and threw his first directly into a wooden door leading into the back areas of the bank.
The familiar feel of energy tearing itself down his limbs rocketed down his arm as his bandaged knuckles hit the door. The hinges snapped, sending the door tumbling into the wall. He dashed in, working his way towards the Bank's vault.. He didn't have much time, and there were still any number of guards he had to deal with before he could work on cracking the safe. It was a straightforward run, luckily left with little by way of guards.
He rounded a bend at the end of the hall. He could see his goal through an open double-doorway. The flash of metal in either of the rear corners of the room caught his eyes. Two turrets; both seating a rather intent furre in high-tech armor staring at a reticle placed near the beginning of a multi-barrelled minigun. One on the left, the other on the right, both tucked away in the corners where one couldn't see if they were; say...Rushing headlong into a room holding enough money to finance nearly anything they wished. If he had time to think, he probably would have chided himself for falling into a blatant trap.
Both gun's barrels had already begun to spin. With the mechanical whirr drilling into his ears, he dropped to one knee, throwing both paws up, facing each turret. Two small two-inch thick sheets of energy erupted from the ground before his paws. He poured everything he could into the shields, eyes screwing shut as he mouthed a fervent oath..
"I'm not going to die.. Not now."
The sound kicked up as mini-gunfire roared into his ears. He could hear it all, thrumming on his eardrums. Each individual bullet stopped dead in its tracks, slowing to a stop almost immediately after piercing the field. The wall of energy forced each bullet away almost as fast as they entered, sending each clattering harmlessly to the floor. Sweat collected on his furrowed brow. He couldn't keep this up forever. He was already tiring. He wasn't used to channelling so much energy in so little time. His balance faltered, but he managed to stay up. His limbs were beginning to weaken with fatigue. His heart-beat, and even his breath were soon thrown into high gear. Then... The gunfire stopped, and the spinning barrels slowed to an eerie halt. He opened his eyes, shaking his head to clear the blur from his vision.He looked to the turret on the left. The soldier manning the turret was dead, he was sure.. The body was on the ground lying in a growing puddle of blood, and the head was a few inches too far away for it to still be attached. He gave a start when something large and decisively metal was shoved into his back.
"Suggest you stay down, Kit."The voice that spoke was female, but it held a no-nonsense tone. "No fast moves, yeah?" He elected to place both paws firmly on the ground and hunker down onto both knees.
"You might want to keep this one. He takes orders well." Another female voice observed, casually, on his right. He turned his head, eying the speaker. She smiled at him as he looked. She had a dazzling smile. Her teeth were perfectly white, though that was all he could really discern about her, except that her eyes were solid black. Creepy. He surpressed a shudder, eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on her body. Her entire body seemed to radiate a layer of darkness that constantly moved and shifted about her form. Staring at it made him dizzy. He turned his head and shook it to clear his mind.
"Huh." The other female grunted. He heard her footsteps behind him. They were heavy, metal upon tile. What was she? A walking tank? "Maybe I will. Make a withdrawal for us, Shadowcaster." He turned his head, looking up at her. Well..So, he was a little off. What she had pressed into his back was a rather large looking rifle of some sort. He noted the scope on top, then looked past the gun at its owner. Firearms never really interested him.
She was a black-furred jackal. She wore all black, plain and simple. Jeans and a short-sleeved tee.One of her arms seemed to be comprised entirely of machinery. Gold etchings were present in the metal, like egyptian heiroglyphs. He looked down at her feet.. She went barefoot, though both her feet were metal, with the same gold etchings cut into them. She offered him her other paw, keeping the muzzle of the gun pointed straight at him."What's your name, Kit?" She asked.
"Dynamus." He replied numbly, reaching up to take the offered paw. She pulled him up into a stand, and he bent over to brush his knees off."Yo--"
"Jackal, She's Shadowcaster." She nodded towards the other female, who had somehow managed to pry the vault door open.
"Some sorta goth super--" Dynamus frowned, looking over at Shadowcaster before returning his gaze to Jackal. Her grip on the gun shifted. She caressed the trigger almost lovingly.
"I've got a clip of eighteen millimeter hollow-points trained on your stomach, Kit."
"I think goth women are sexy." He smiled, placing both paws in the pockets of his jeans.
"Huh." She rolled her eyes, lowering the gun. "You know, Kit, under normal circumstances, I would have shot you by now."
"Really? What are the extraneous circumstances staving off my demise?"
"Jewelry Heist in progress. Drawing all the attention off this bank. The rest of us decided today would be a good day to get some accessories. This means lots of property damage, and shiny things. And I suppose you're cute."
"So...You're part of some sort of Women's Supervillain League?"
"There's six of us." Shadowcaster said, stalking easily out of the opened vault. She held one paw out to her side, attached to a viscous black aura forming an orb that floated eerily off the ground around something he couldn't see."But lets get out of here. I got lots of cash for all of us. Even you, sweetheart."
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"You had it easy today, Kit." Jackal muttered at Dynamus over her shoulder. She was sitting at a desk, probably messing with her gun. Dynamus didn't care. He could hear the clicking and clacking of parts being shuffled, cleaned, replaced. Whatever. He lay on his back, on an outstandingly comfortable bed. Even the pillow was a slice of heaven.
Shadowcaster was settled on the floor nearby, sorting through the ill-gotten loot. Divvying up the booty, as it were. They filled him in on some things during their uneventful journey here. Even if they did have to bind his eyes to drown out his sight for the last hour or so of the trip. He was in their lair now. He didn't know whether to be afraid or not. There was no way out if they decided to kill him, though he doubted that would be their motive. After a long silence, he finally responded.
"Yeah? Why?" He asked, shifting to prop himself up on his elbows as he gazed at Jackal's backside.
"I already told you why. Even if you can knock an entire retinue of normal cops unconscious, there are Special Ops units you have to worry about. Besides.. You think every person with powers like yours or Shadowcaster's is a badguy? One day you're going to get the shit knocked out of you by some hero either working for the city or some punk vigilante. We're not going to help you every time you need your ass wiped."
Huh. Dynamus elected to bite back a response for now. That was rather... hostile. A definite turn from the mood before. He turned his head, to look down at Shadowcaster, whose back was also turned to him.
"Long story, Sweetheart. I'll tell you when you're a little less green." Shadowcaster said, leaning back a bit to pull one of the sacks of cash into her lap. She tied it off, set it aside, then stood up and brushed off her pants. She turned, looking down at Dynamus. Without that eerie black aura of hers, he could finally see her.
She was a feline, of what descent he couldn't tell. She was solid black from what he could see, eyes included. Even what little flesh he could see around her eyes was a dark grey. He couldn't even tell where her clothing ended and fur started. She could be naked for all he could tell. Whatever she wore was furtight. The light in the room was too low to tell much of anything. His brows furrowed in irritation."You enjoying Jackal's bed?"She smiled, a mild up-turning of the lips. Dazzling, even in its simplicity.
"It's comfortable."
"Good. Stay a while."She turned her attention to the bags of money and extended a paw, wrapping each in a blanket of shadow. They migrated together and she turned, facing the door. "I'll keep these safe. Don't worry, you'll get your share." She lifted her free paw, waved once with the back of it and sauntered to the door. She flicked a few keys on the keypad, and left with the money as the door opened, and shut behind her.
Dynamus had his own thoughts about the matter. Perhaps they'd just throw him out and keep his cash, later. This was all just a ruse to keep him complacent and unawares. He lay back down, pulling the tinted glasses off his face. He lowered a paw, setting them down onto the floor below. With a subtle flick of the wrist, he pushed them easily under the bed out of harm's way. Then he lifted his head, undoing the surgical mask so he could tuck that away with his glasses. Might as well get comfortable now and wait for the inevitable betrayal. He shut his eyes, listening to the steady tinkering of gadgets going nearby. He never figured that'd be a sound one could fall asleep to, but somehow he managed it.
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Dynamus' eyes fluttered. He shifted a bit, finding he was held down by some unknown weight.The lights were out, and it was completely dark in the room; save for one small red light that did little to illuminate anything in the room, much less anything that may have been around it. He wriggled under the hot weight, noticing the soft sounds of breathing originating near his ear.
Then it clicked. Someone decided he'd make a good bed.He closed his eyes, breathing a sigh. Of all the positions one could be in, she was directly on top of him, stomach-to-stomach. He was finding it harder to breathe than he would have liked, and somehow both her paws had found a way under his shoulders.Her legs were splayed just enough, so that he could feel the her lower inner thighs pressing against his outer. He didn't think she could have been anymore on top of him.He eased both paws up along her sides and placed both paws against where he digured her rib-cage should be. He pushed as hard as he could.
"Nng.."He grunted, soon abandoning the effort. Alright, so he wasn't the strongest guy in the world; But, he should at least be able to move her enough to slip from under her. His failure to do so didn't help his mood. However, Even if he did get free, he had no idea where he'd go. He didn't know how to get out of the base in the first place.
Maybe that was why he was here; In that particular room, with that particular lady, in that particular position. To prevent his wandering without an escort. He couldn't get from under her without waking her. No matter how hard he tried. He sighed, resigning himself to spending the entire night here. He wished he had the sounds of her tinkering with her gun back again. The eerie stillness in the room unsettled him.
He didn't like silence. He couldn't sleep in complete silence. Any sound, he could tolerate. Whether the steady motorized spinning of a fan, or some up-beat music, he could find a way to get to sleep. Complete and utter silence was another matter altogether. He grunted, lifting his paws to wiggle his fingers up in the darkness. He placed them on her flanks again, this time taking the time to size up his opponent.
Her fur was nice, but not as soft as his. In fact, it felt quite rough. The texture of her fur sent an unfamiliar tingle travelling up along his fingers. He closed his eyes, perking the ear closest to her nose and mouth to listen to her breathing. He eased both paws around her, crooking his fingers to extend claws so he could begin to scratch gently at her lower back.
She shifted under his attentions. Murmuring soft nonsense into his ear, she eased her nose up against his jawline and nuzzled it before she stilled. Bolstered by the unconscious encouragement, he eased the tips of his fingers down the coarse fur upon her back slowly. She was wearing underwear; he could feel the material under his fingers as he passed her hips, and met her rear. He pinched a bit, pulling on the material and finding it a bit lax. Then he let go, and grinned to himself.
Boxers. At least she had good taste in undergarments. he pulled both paws up a bit, and slid both under the rim of the alleged boxers. Carefully, he pushed the seat of her boxers down. He took great care in lowering them, so he didn't jerk on her tail unnecessarily. A sudden thought popped into his mind. 'What if she were to wake up?' He laid both paws against her rump, appreciating what he could hold beneath his fingers while he mulled over the question. 'She'd probably kill me.' Was the only answer he could come up with. He dismissed the dilemma altogether, and hooked a finger under her tail, pushing part of the length near the base up while he pushed his other paw's fore and middle fingers up against where her tail met her ass.
"I don't think she's going to appreciate you molesting her in her sleep."
Dynamus started, but managed to confine the surprise to a minor convulsion of the arms. He turned his head, looking back towards the rest of the room. It was still dark, and he couldn't see. But, he noticed the eerie red light had moved.
"Speak for yourself." Jackal grunted. She yawned, and began to work herself up into a straddle upon Dynamus' lower body. She placed one paw on his shoulder, keeping him down against the bed. "Get out of my room."
He wasn't quite sure what happened next, but the red light flickered off. He didn't hear any door opening or noise of any sort, but the darkness in the room got a whole lot lighter. Now, his eyes were actually able to penetrate and see through the darkness like normal. Which was to say, only slightly better. At least he could make out objects now. Like Jackal reaching behind her to undo her bra.
"Another team-mate?" He asked.
"Edge." She replied, slipping the straps of her now-slack bra down her arms. She tossed it aside, and got up off of him so she could walk across the room and flick the light on.
Dynamus sat up and covered his eyes as a bolt of pain shot through them. He grunted, rubbing them while she worked her fingers under the rim of her boxers and pushed them down to the floor, then she kicked them away.
He blinked, opening his eyes a little to gauge whether or not it was safe to look around in the light. It didn't hurt anymore, so he turned his head up and looked at the now-nude woman standing across the room. As he swung his feet around to plant them on the floor below, she moved to stand in front of him.
"So..." He said, slipping off the bed into a kneel at her feet."Why are you doing this? As opposed to killing me." He focused his attention on them at the moment. The markings on the metal were simple, though beautiful, if only because they were made of gold. There was only one full drawing, and it was hieroglyph-like in its simplicity.
It seemed to be some sort of dog-like creature. Jackal, he supposed. The rest of the markings were simple lines and curves, each helping to form an intricate maze that covered the entirety of her foot and an area up around her ankle. Dynamus felt a paw touch his head. It wasn't her metal one, so he figured it was her left. Her fingers tightened in his headfur, and pulled his head back to force him to look up at her.
"Saving you means you owe us a favor. Shadowcaster and I will fully expect any task either of us gives you to be done whether you like it or not."
"Honor among thieves?" He grinned, eyes narrowing through the sarcastic reply.
"Something like that." She released him, placing both paws on her hips.
Dynamus pushed himself up onto his feet. The rest of her legs didn't seem to have any other markings, so there was nothing else to look at down there. At least, not while he was still clothed. He undid his belt, and yanked it off. He set it on the bed, then began to unbutton his pants while she watched.
"You know...There's something to be said about foreplay." He said, pushing both his pants and his boxers to the floor.
"Yeah." She replied. "There'll be plenty of time for it after we have sex."
"Doesn't foreplay--" He began, questioning the obvious error behind her reply, but stopped when she favored him with a thin smile.
She lifted her robotic paw and pushed him backwards. He fell onto the bed backside first, and managed to prop his upper body up with his elbows as she climbed onto his lap. She settled down onto his thighs, running her own furry fingers lightly up and down along the light fuzz covering his sheath.
"Considering the lack of a ready penis, I think you're going to have to indulge me in a little of said foreplay." Dynamus stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Or...I could put you into a drug-induced heat-like-state for the next few hours." She replied, cupping his scrotum in the palm of her free paw. She kneaded him lightly, easing his balls around with the palm of her paw..
"Where's the fun in that?" He asked, head tilting up slightly. He exhaled, content with her attention for now.
"There's lots of fun to be had. Now, will you shutup so we can concentrate on getting your cock inside me?" She paused, abandoning his sheath in favor of running her normal paw through her headfur. "We can talk afterwards."
He grinned, and gave her a slight nod. He watched her as she scooted forward, kneeling slightly past his sheath. She was exceptionally wet. He could see a droplet or two escape from her lips and run down her thigh. She slid her non-mechanized paw between her legs and leaned forward a bit as she eased her fore and middle fingers between her lips. He saw her fingers slide into her, then ease right back out. She smiled at him, lifting her paw.
He grinned, opening his mouth slightly in preparation. She pressed her fingertips against his nose, and pushed down a bit, smearing it on the small track of fuzzy flesh between his nose and mouth. Then, she pushed them into his mouth. He heard her giggle while he sucked her fingers clean. He snuffled, shaking his head a bit when she pulled them away. She had a strong and musky, though entirely feminine, scent that drove him nuts. Finally, she lowered her paw, and pushed his erection up off his form. She eased herself down and stopped when she felt the head of his cock pressed against the lips of her sex.
She looked down at him, grinning as she slammed herself down atop his length. "Mmh.." She murred as Dynamus placed his paws on her hips, helping her rock up and down along his maleness. She breathed huskily, leaning forward to plant her paws down on the bed near his head. As she leaned close to kiss him, he reached up and snared her head between his paws.
"Think you could move those pretty hips a little faster, sweetheart? I'm getting a little bored here." He said teasingly, lifting his paws a little more so he could curl his fingers around the back of her skull. He chuckled, ignoring her displeased snort as he lowered his head to nose at the side of her neck. He paused when he felt her stop and settle down on him. She sat up, pulling her head from his grasp, then snatched up both his arms by their wrists.
She looked, at least, miffed. She was one of those women that truly did look prettier when they were angry, though he didn't have much time to admire that quality. She pushed both arms down beside his head, her grip tightening on his wrists as she leaned down, brushing her lips against the side of his neck. "What are you--Auh!?"
She bit him, stopping him in mid-sentence. He stilled beneath her, wincing as pain snaked its way through his neck. A moment passed, and she relaxed her grip on him. He could still feel her teeth against his flesh, but it didn't hurt quite as much. Satisfied, Jackal began rocking against him again. She released his neck, but he could feel her nosing it every so often; Perhaps a reminder that she would bite him if need be. He shut his eyes, deciding that he'd let her do as she willed. She began rocking against him, starting slowly. He could feel himself sliding within her. Now that he focused his mind on it, she was softer on the inside than he expected her to be. She was slick, her inner walls gliding over him like fine silk.
He felt her let go of his left paw, but kept it down in case she decided to use her teeth again. He flexed his fingers, each aching with the need to touch her. The desire to reach up and grab her rose within him slowly, spurred on by his steadily approaching need for released. She moaned against his neck, 'causing his lips to twitch upwards slightly. At least she was enjoying herself while he grew more and more restless.
After a few moments, she stopped agian. She leaned up, and licked his ear. Dynamus grunted, and opened his eyes. 'What's going on now?' He thought.
"Sorry, Baby." She whispered. Not a moment afterwards, he felt a sharp prick in the side of his neck.
"Whuh?" He mumbled, lifting his paws to push them against her shoulders to try to push her off of him. She grabbed his paws again, pinning them down beside his head. His vision swam, but everything seemed to get sharper. Or maybe it was his mind that was swimming and refused to put things together as they should be. He couldn't think straight anymore. Suddenly, he felt like he was in a furnace. He wriggled beneath her, trying to get free. It was no use. She held on, and all he managed to do was work himself into a sweat."Whuh?.." He repeated, his eyes falling half-lidded,"Dijoo do?"
End Ch1