Getting To The Bottom Of It
Look out, Crime! There's a new hero in town, and he won't possibly get seduced by anyone evil.
Fidget's Journal: 23 November 2013
Fairly average night. Three muggers and two pickpockets brought in, one shoplifter got a good talking to. The new netgun is surprisingly effective, though it could still use another dozen revisions. Still amazed at how often these things are happening, given the increase in police presence and concentration of heroes like myself. Seem to be getting a decent reputation as well, a few of them actually ran instead of just laughing at my height. There's something very special about being a scary squirrel.
Two more disappearances came up on police band tonight. Makes eleven this week, beginning to suspect they could be related. Will investigate soon.
Fidget's Journal: 26 November 2013
Disappearances may be linked. Still new in town, police won't talk to me directly, but a few looks at the crime scenes show some similarities: little to suggest a struggle, rarely more than a few odds and ends knocked over and/or broken. No blood or anything to suggest the victims were killed or otherwise harmed. The strangest part, however, is that while there were obviously no fires, I found a few signs of intense heat at most crime scenes. One victim, a Mr. Talmont, was last seen in his office and had a copy of "The Cumplete Guide to Gangbang Roulette" on his desk. Several pages were browned, almost as though somebody held a lighter to them for a moment or two. Some candles at the Rickers' disappearance site were melted, the heat source seeming to come from the middle of the room. Several other wax and plastic objects were warped and melted.
Not sure what to make of this. There doesn't seem to be any real pattern here. The victims have little to nothing in common, though each incident has been on the West side of town. Will focus my patrols there.
Fidget's Journal: 28 November 2013
After a bit of thought, I decided to order some thermal imaging gear. The scope needed a new pouch, looks awful on the suit and gives the impression of a giant tumor on my hip. But even if it looks stupid, it works brilliantly. Checking every few blocks, I found an abnormally warm spot halfway into my patrol. It was in an apartment three floors up, climbed the hotel across the street to get a better look.
With a good vantage point and my Squirrelscope, I was able to see what I believe to be an abduction in progress, though I'm still not sure I understand how it happened. There were some very odd lights in the room, shifting between reds and purples. Between the erratic lighting and the curtains I couldn't quite make out the figures, though there appeared to be a canine on his knees and what appeared to be a female feline standing over him. The lights continued to swirl around the room, then something pulled the canine away and out of sight. I immediately rushed in to investigate, but the room was, just like every other crime scene, completely empty, though this time I did arrive in time to feel the unnatural, overwhelming heat.
Police were typically uncooperative and mostly seemed upset with me for breaking a window to get in, though they did not try to charge me with breaking and entering, fortunately. The apartment's resident, a pitbull named Karl Alger, could not be reached, and the police agree he may very well be the one I saw in the window. I heroically fled when asked to reveal my identity and come to the station for further questioning.
Fidget's Journal: 5 December 2013
Alger has not reappeared, neither has anyone else. Police are finally seeming to suspect they could be related, according to the news. Not contacting them directly, may need to alter costume so they don't recognize me in the future, was still wanted for questioning when I turned in the same muggers from two weeks ago again.
Have continued searching for what I suspect to be the kidnapper, finally saw another heat signature tonight, this time in the alley behind Tanner's Pub. I could hear moans as I approached, and as I looked around the corner I'm ashamed to admit I was too shocked to react. There was some sort of portal with numerous thick, purple tentacles pouring out from it and restraining a kangaroo, keeping her pinned to the wall with her powerful legs spread and the kidnapper's hand between them. She had leaned in and whispered something to her captive, who responded by yelling "yes, please! Please!" The roo girl moaned aloud in an instant, her body tensing up and legs twitching as her assailant seemed to chuckle to herself. And then, to my horror, the tentacles proceeded to pull her away! Facing no struggle whatsoever, the marsupial and the tentacles disappeared into that portal. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone, as were the lights.
I charged out from my hiding spot, shaking as I prepared myself to confront this nefarious sort. She turned her golden-furred face to me, flashing a grin before sprinting down an adjoining alleyway. I gave chase, but she was gone as quickly as those tentacles. I still didn't get an especially good look at the culprit, though now I can say for sure she's a feline of some sort.
Fidget's Journal: 22 December 2013
Past few weeks have been spent researching. Three more disappearances reported and I have no idea what's happening. Is it magic? Aliens? Magic aliens? Decided to start with "magic." Research turned up some interesting things about trans-dimensional travel: specifically that there are certain points where it's a lot easier. And a bit more reading revealed that the disappearances all took place at or near those points. It looks like I'm finally on to something.
I intend to spend the next few weeks keeping an eye on some of these points in town, perhaps I can find something. And if I'm really lucky, maybe I'll get to put this amatuer summoner out of business.
"Oh my gosh, were you going to publish these or something? This diary is adorable!" The ocelot's tail swished a bit as she paced around the bound squirrel, skimming through the documents on his phone. Purple tentacles teased at his dark blue mask and kept him pinned to the floor with his arms behind his back. The powerful tendrils constricted him roughly each time his lean, athletic body thrashed against them. "I really like the part where you berate my skills like, a week before you end up on the floor at my feet."
The room was filled with an unnatural heat, and while the squirrel found himself sweating, the feline standing over him seemed perfectly comfortable. "Just you wai-" he began, only to have a warm, soft tentacle stuffed into his mouth, much to the cat's amusement. She leaned down and patted his hooded head with a giggle as her tail swished.
"No, I think I've got this situation under control," she said with a little grin, just as another tentacle reached down and pressed itself between Fidget's legs, grinding in slowly and earning a blush from the rodent. "I always do," she said as she brushed her black headfur aside, revealing a small pair of swept-back obsidian horns. They were about the only thing on her that looked especially unusual; she didn't bother with any sort of costume or anything, opting instead to wear a simple hoodie and jeans. Her endowments did seem a bit excessive, Fidget could swear she wasn't nearly as well stacked the last time he saw her, though he only allowed that thought for a moment before struggling once more, only to be squeezed into submission yet again.
"These were a reward. You know I used to just be a regular ol' fur, kinda like you?" Her sharp teeth showed as a grin spread across her face. "I get stronger with every soul I get for them. At first, I just got better with my magic, way harder to resist. But these last few, my body's gotten stronger and stronger. And I've gotten some very interesting features," she continued as the otherworldly appendages continued to tease at her bound hero, beginning to dip into his costume in a few places. There were a few tears from his initial resistance, but for the most part the dark skintight fabric was still clean and intact. The teal utility belt he'd relied on came unbuckled and was quickly dragged away as the tentacles slid over his increasingly exposed fur.
He whimpered slightly around his wriggling gag, his blush intensifying as he looked up to the vile feline, still unsure of her intentions. He remembered the kangaroo and shuddered as the prospect of meeting her fate entered his mind. Fidget didn't know where the portal led, but the thought of meeting the rest of whatever was holding him down so effortlessly filled him with absolute terror.
"Oh, don't worry! I thought about giving you to those archfiends, but I think I got a better idea. I'm really reaching a point of diminishing returns here," she continued as she made a little gesture. The tentacles jerked Fidget upward, placing him back on his feet but continuing to fondle and restrain him as she paced back and forth. "See, I think I need to start really ramping this operation up. I'll need help, and maybe I could do with a costume."
Her hand joined the tentacles teasing between Fidget's legs, despite his muffled protests, though the powerful appendages kept him from thrashing too hard. She leaned in and kissed his cheek while her hand took hold of him through the snug fabric. Suddenly an unnatural wave of warmth and contentment spread through the squirrel, much to his surprise. His blush intensified as her paw began to stroke him, slowly and deliberately through his spandex. As much as Fidget had been struggling, each shove and pull against his restraints was weaker than the last. Between bouts of resistance he found himself nearly out of breath as the otherworldly arms continued to feel along his body and tear at his suit, revealing more and more red fur with each moment. But worst of all, his own body had begun to betray him: in mere moments, his foe's hand held a perfectly erect squirrel cock through a thin, tightly stretched layer of dark fabric.
She smirked as her thumb teased over the head, and after a moment she ran a claw across his beltline, making a small cut and quickly ripping the suit open. Fidget groaned against the mass in his mouth as her hand squeezed his bare shaft. "There we go," she whispered into his ear. "All that fighting to resist this? And what was it good for in the end? You're all mine now." Another kiss hit the squirrel, this time landing on his nose. And again it was followed by that same strange sensation, that feeling of warmth and contentment. But it was stronger this time, Fidget could even swear he felt a slight sinking sensation and his body reacted as well this time. His dick throbbed slightly in her firm grasp as he sank back into the powerful tendrils. Fidget's muscles were relaxing despite his best efforts. and his eyelids even began to droop, if only slightly. "That's right," she whispered hotly into his big, sensitive ear. "Let me in. Let me take hold. You won't know how to regret it." The hero had some sort of response for her, but his full mouth ensured it wasn't at all intelligible.
"Oh, that's perfect, I'm so glad you agree," she replied with a giggle, lifting the squirrel's hood to plant a little kiss on his forehead, causing him to stop just shy of going limp in front of her. His whole body was held up by the tentacles, much to the conjurer's amusement. "Oh, why stop there?" With a quick tug, the mask was gone, revealing Fidget to be none other than Penn Preston, online entrepreneur extraordinaire. "Well, that's disappointing, have to admit, I'd hoped you were someone famous. It's okay, you can share your secret identity with me later," she said with a giggle as more of those thick, soft, purple tentacles piled up on the floor between them. Her hands took hold of his shoulders, and after a sharp tug, the squirrel found himself laying on them, pinned down once more. He caught a glimpse of the ocelot's tail as she sauntered around behind him, those increasingly familiar hands grabbing his ass and squeezing his cheeks. "I'm just liking you more and more," she purred as her claws took hold once more. With another tug, all but a few scraps of his costume were gone.
Fidget's cheeks burned as her hands continued to massage at his firm ass, though if one could see his cock throbbing and drooling against the tentacles piled beneath him, it'd be clear how little fight was left in him. The tentacles were shifting under and around him, brushing that dick and driving the slightest of groans from him as a pair of them mashed together on it, rubbing back and forth on either side of his drooling cock. His knees were held nearly to the floor as his chest was pushed lower and his tail held out of the way, ensuring his rear stayed up and exposed.
The groping hands pushed down and outward, spreading Fidget's cheeks. Before he knew what was happening, something warm, wet and soft was pressing in against him, causing him to shudder. "Oh, you like that? Good." The tongue against his pucker was an outright alien feeling, but once her lips pressed in and the tongue pushed inside him, the squirrels toes curled and his dick throbbed even harder against those tentacles. She took slow, purposeful laps, squeezing his ass tightly in her paws while a powerful, rumbling purr poured from her body. Each drag of her rough tongue seemed easier than the last, each slurp stretched him just a bit further and left a little bit more of her slick saliva inside the squirming squirrel.
The sensation was overwhelming, Fidget could feel wave after wave of pleasure, not at all unlike when she had kissed him, though it seemed far stronger now. Her drool was incredibly warm inside him, heat seeming to radiate through his body as she slurped and slurped, tongue sliding deeper and deeper into his increasingly eager ass. Fidget found himself drooling around his gag and even whimpering into it as his need grew rapidly. His dick was drooling by the time her tongue slid out from him. Her paws even left his cheeks, much to the squirrel's dismay- at least, it was until he heard her jeans unzipping and falling to the floor with a soft thump.
The rodent shuddered in anticipation as his foe's cockhead pressed against his hole, feline paws gripping his hips tightly as she leaned over him. "That's right, good boy," she rumbled as her hips pushed forward, stretching his spit-slicked tunnel tightly around her shaft as he groaned into that drool soaked tendril. She felt plenty thick as she slid into the inexperienced squirrel, moving slowly but purposefully to fill him with inch after inch of black ocelot dick, pressing all the way to the hilt. She throbbed hard inside him as her balls pressed up against his, practically dwarfing them. She allowed him another moment to grow accustomed to her shaft before pulling back, nearly as slowly as her initial push in and nearly as far; just as her head was nearly free she pushed back in, stuffing the squirrel once more.
Her teeth teased at Fidget's huge ear as her claws dug in possessively. "Ooh, there we go. I'm gonna paint you inside and out, make you all mine," she teased as her cock pumped into him again, each push a bit quicker and rougher than the last. The gag finally withdrew from his muzzle, allowing the squirrel to groan aloud as she pumped in and out steadily. With a satisfied grin on her face, the conjurer gestured for a few more of his restraints to slip aside between thrusts. She could see her captive's hands squeezing at the squishy tentacles beneath him, but he was simply too busy getting fucked out of his mind to resist any further. Each thrust slammed her big, heavy, productive balls against his; each shove ground his dick into the tentacle bed. He was moaning aloud with each pump, his tongue lolling as her rumble deepened.
The ocelot was thrusting harder and harder, groaning herself as she pounded her squirrel into the tentacle bed. "Ooh, almost there. You're almost mine," she moaned as she rocked in and out, tentacles tugging at the squirrel's cock. He simply couldn't hold it in anymore: a loud moan escaped the squirrel and his load spurted into the mess of appendages beneath him, much to the summoner's satisfaction. She pressed herself in to the hilt as his ass tightened and tugged around her, groaning as her massive balls seized up and her thick, hot load shot into him. Spurt after spurt pumped into the rodent, filling him with the same heat he'd felt earlier, seeming to radiate out and fill his body, even as she pulled herself out and coated his tail and back with the last of her mess.
Before the sensation had saturated his body, Fidget was roughly rolled over onto his back. His messy dick was smooshed under the ocelot's balls as she straddled his lap and planted a deep kiss on his lips, tits pressing to his chest as her lips wrapped around his muzzle. The squirrel could feel her sucking at him as her teeth pressed on his snout playfully, and by the time she broke the kiss that enchanting warmth had filled him from ear to toe. Fidget looked over her with new eyes and a smile crept across his face. This was everything he never knew he wanted.
"So since I'm going full supervillain, I'll need a costume and a name," the ocelot pondered aloud. "I mean, Fidget is still a good one for my sidekick, but I need one for myself. Hm, maybe I could be The Bridge?"