1 - The New Sarah Tryton
#1 of The Sarah Tryton Chronicles
Sarah could see the whole city right from her office window. She could see the busy street sellers calling to the ignorant passer-by as they struggle to make end's meat. She noticed the lovers flutter in and out of the many cafes and bars holding each other's hand and kissing. She even spotted the children splashing around in the fountain of the main square with the parents watching with proud smiles. Her favourite view was the city at sunset as the brazed orange glow flooded the streets and basked the whole scene in a perpetual, warm aura. This wasn't enough for her. Sarah slammed the pile of papers onto the desk in front of her and slumped back into her office chair. The grey walls and grey partitions with papers mountain high screamed tediousness. People in suits and ties slopped around in their fatigue, unbeknownst of the beauty that laid just outside the window. Even the glow of the twilight was dulled to mediocrity by the boring buzz of the photocopier and the wearisome whirring of the scanners. With little patience left Sarah took a big gulp of her coffee and gave a huge sigh. "Why must I do this each day?" she asked herself in thought, "Isn't there more for me?" Sarah Lauren Uma Tryton was an average, run-of-the-mill office worker. A simply nine-to-five of scanning and proof-reading is what she woke up to each day and she was sick of it. She was a crisp white fox with grey tail highlights and puffy, tied back hair. She wasn't anything special; no distinguishing features that gave her any sex appeal or beauty. She was average just like everyone else. She had meet someone a few weeks back but the relationship was going nowhere. He was far too shy and the ice just won't break between them. She lived in an average, cramped flat on the edge of the city. Filing the last of her papers brought her little joy (knowing that the same regime would be repeated the next day) as she snatched up her bag and lugged herself to the elevator. However, today luck would show itself to Sarah. For once in her life her greatest wish would come true. She could lead an exciting lifestyle instead of the monotony that greeted her each day. As Sarah exited the tall office block she checked her phone. A message had come through about her cab which was unable to pick her up. "Figures..." she mumbled to herself. The nearest taxi rank was only a ten minute walk away and the night was forgivingly cool. She began to walk down the deserted streets as the mystical hour of twilight settled in. Although not familiar to this part of town Sarah did know the rough lay-out. This was the time that the streets switched from their friendly, happy people populated state to a more menacing sort of underworld where few were truly safe. All of a sudden a prostitute appeared in front of Sarah. "Well hello there Miss." Sarah became of what would happen to her. She held her bag tightly and kept her eyes transfixed on the stranger. "Wh...what do you want?" "Ha," chuckled the slim skunk, "You're nervous. Pretty cute for a serious type." Sarah dropped her guard a little, "...Cute?" "Yeah," the skunk stepped closer, "Don't worry, I don't want your money." The two came face to face, just inches away from each other. "What do you want with me?" asked Sarah, almost whispering as she smelt the sweet breath of the skunk. "A kiss." The two began to embrace. Sarah closed her eyes as she felt a feeling spark deep within her. She felt young; exuberant. She left alive! Her muscles twitched and budged with new life. Her eyes grew sharper and more precise. Her fur grew durable and, yet, as soft as it should be. Her breasts grew a considerable few sizes splitting her bra in two and swelling through her top. Her ears pricked on end. And then, it was over. Sarah opened her eyes to see she was kissing thin air. Yet the feeling was still there. It controlled her as it grew, becoming more than she could take. Placing her hand in her panties she vigorously rubbed herself as her screams of pleasure echoed through the empty streets. Bending with her legs and pushing off with great force, she flew high into the air.
Number 48 was Sarah's flat number as her boyfriend waited outside. Mark Gates was quite a shy chap. He was a average coloured black and white skunk with a medium build and little in the way of muscles. He waited nervously outside of the door with the flowers in his hand, hoping to hear a reply to his knock on the door. A thump brought his attention behind him as Sarah stood like an animal at the top of the stairs to her floor. She stood with her arms at her side and feet apart. Her breast burst forth from her top and she breathed heavily like a woman possessed. "Sarah? I was just going to..." Before he could finish Sarah had jumped through the air and locked lips with the young skunk, Both crashed straight through the door as Sarah dragged him to the bedroom.
Sarah couldn't sleep that night. Mark laid deep asleep next to her with a huge smile on his face. The two had spent the rest of the evening and most of thee night having relentless sex yet Sarah wasn't even tired. She flicked off the bed sheets and made her way to the lounge to order her thoughts. Picking a mirror from her drawer she examined her new body. The new muscles were toned but not very noticeable. Her eyes and ears picked up things of such a considerable distant away she left like a giant spy gadget. Her breasts were perky and plump; those of which she had dreamed of for so long. The power still surged through her having the effects of an aphrodisiac. She wanted sex and she wanted it now. That's all she could think about. "What did that whore do to me?" she called to the night. With her head aching from her confusion she switched on the TV and watched the late night news. "A breaking news report has just come into the studio," described the Anchor, "as a hostage situation has turned drastic. Earlier today, a group of thieves raided the High Noon bank today and held the tellers and customers hostage. Reports are coming in of a police casualty and hostage fatality. The situation has become desperate." Sarah looked at her hands. As she clenched them she could feel the power pulse through them and she knew what she had to do. "Maybe I could make a difference," she wondered. Transfixed by her new task opened the window and prepared herself. Climbing onto the ledge she looked down. She was up at least 8 blocks and a fall would be fatal. With a confident leap she blasted through the night sky at sonic speed and zoomed towards the city's heart.
The rain of gunfire had kept the many police cars and SWAT teams in cover for sometime. Three armed were firing at the police from the inside through the open door. "Where the hell are those sharpshooters?!??" barked the police captain through the radio. A blast of air took the police attention skyward as Sarah fell to the Earth with a crash, crushing the solid cement and marble bellow her. Straightening herself up, she peered around her. All the police were stunned. "Get out of here girl!" cried the robbers, "We don't wanna start shooting!!!" Sarah took confident stops forward, ignoring their mercy. Gunfire began to hail yet again straight at her. The bullets had no affect. Each round hit their mark but none broke the skin. Each simply bounced off. Grabbing the two thieves, she flung the two across the courtyard and crashing into the side of a SWAT van. Two more assailants appeared as she final reached the inside. With an uppercut to one to knock him out she turned her attention to the other. Ducking from his first few strikes she rose up forcefully. Suddenly her breasts grew to exponential size sending the other flying. Her breasts then reverted to their original size. The final thief stood in the middle of the floor with a hostage in front of him. A woman in tears as he held the cold barrel of his handgun to the side of her head. "I'll blow her fuckin' head off!" cried the thief in confusion of his confronter. She just gave him a smile and looked reassuringly at the girl who was holding tightly onto the thief's coat in fear. "Let go of him," she asked softly. In a flash the girl stood alone and looked around desperately for an signs of the thief. He had vanished. Behind them the window was smashed. A whistling of the air outside brought everyone's attention as Sarah landed powerfully with the thief in shock in her arms. She dropped the criminal to the feet of the police and flew off.
When the world is filled with evil and crime who is there to stop it all and protect the innocent? After an erotic meeting with a mysterious hooker, Miss Sarah Tryton had become: SUPER SLUT. With the powers of super strength, supersonic flight, breast growth and the aphrodisiacal energy of 10 young couples. Sarah rehearsed the introduction over and over again in an obsessed fashion; imagining herself as a sort of comic book hero. This was her time to get the enjoyment and...'juices', as she put it, out of life. With a few shopping trips and a quick spot of sewing on her machine she was ready. She wore knee high pink boots with tall white laces and thin tights and a pink set of gloves. She wore a sleeveless (starting at the shoulders) dress starting at the neck and ending just bellow the crotch in bright pink with white lining. Completing the uniform with a white belt with ‘SS' as the buckle and a cotton sort of helmet that hid her eyes with open muzzle. She spent three hours twirling around in front of the mirror with a cute little smile. "Pretty good!" she thought in pride, "Now to let the city know a super heroin is in there midst.
Sarah swooped high overhead the city, scanning the ground of signs of a trouble and malevolence. As usual kids were skipping in the fountain as the couples fluttered in and out of the cafes with lips locked. "Someone start shooting or something..." she thought frustratingly. "HELP!! HELP!!!" came a cry of distress. Sarah soon spotted a thief making an escape swiping an old woman's purse. "Perfect, this is my chance!" With a snap Sarah was flying towards the assailant and landed in front of him. He stopped in his tracks and paused. The long silence was quite awkward as the rest of the crowd had also fallen into silence; a few futile whispers calling from the background. "Stop!" finally called Sarah, "In the name of justice." The reaction was not what she expected. The crowd around her (and the thief) began to cry tears of laughter. Those around her held their sides as the thief almost lost his footing. Her dignity slowly dispersed as Sarah stood in complete embarrassment with her cheeks glowing rosy. "WHAT ARE YOU?!?" scoffed the thief through his laughing fit, "PINK GIRL!!!??!!" The crowd burst into an uproar as Sarah lost her temper. With a swift movement she stood right in front of him with her hand wedged down his trousers. He curved his knees in pain as he surrendered under her tight grip. "Should be so rude with equipment that small..." Wrenching his ‘manhood' downwards and administering a huge ‘boob slap' round the face sent him flying unconscious in the fountain with the crowd awe-stricken. As Sarah adjusted her breast back to their size (with her stretchable breast concealing them perfectly) the crowd slowly clapped in recognition of her power. They cheered for her as she bowed to them. "Thank you kind people. If you ever need a super heroin, just signal me and I will be there!" Sarah regretted saying that as the police department created a spotlight which illuminated the sky into the shape of a cock under the logic that a slut would always rush to a cock. (((An all-new, incredibly yiffy orientated story. This may be updated for slowly but, seeing all views and favs I got with my yiffy stories like KRR 1-4, I have decided to mix comedy, yiff and a little drama into one action packed series. Sarah Lauren Uma Tryton (what a mouthful!) and Mark Gates are under copyright of me, SPAMZZKRR. Thanks again and please COMMENT!!!)))