# Bingle Annoys Everyone

Author: STRONG
Tags: Comedy, Fox, Greentext, Human, Maned Wolf, Snow Leopard, Tiger, Violence, Wolf, silly

This is a discontinued bit of short stories involving a Character called Bingle who is a recurring character in my buddy Mousguy's story  
([https://www.furaffinity.net/user/gabrielofcreosha/](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/gabrielofcreosha/) , [https://pastebin.com/u/Mousguy)](https://pastebin.com/u/Mousguy)) Chickenmans wild ride  
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Bingle is annoying, obnoxious and a perv.  
These stories are some of my other characters meeting him and will, dealing with him.

Part I: Clara and MilAnon

  

\>The day has come for your long planned summer BBQ

\>You've invited a few people over to your house and everything was ready

\>Beers, various hard liquors, burgers and steaks, and even oysters to boot to throw on the grill

\>A small assortment of soda as well for the kids who didn't want big boy drinks

\>You were expecting Mous and his wife Jasmine at any moment

\>Emi might show up a bit late and you weren't too sure about the 'Mechanic' and his lovely wife Lilith

\>Clara, your amazing snow leopard wife, was sitting on the couch playing video games while you sat with your cub Lucatiel, relentlessly tickling her little paws and making faces at her

\>Eventually you hear a slight knock at the door

\>"It's open!" you call out

\>Emi, a tigress of normal stature has her head through the door and upon seeing you, smiles and steps inside

\>"Hey Anon! Hi Clara! Am I the first one here?" she asks looking around the room

\>You nod as Lucatiel cooes

\>She finally spots the ball of fur in your lap, and you're almost terrified for her safety as the much larger one is immediately by your side

\>"Aww can I hold her for a bit? I love this little cub!" she's a little too excited about it

\>Still, you smile and carry Lucatiel over to her, and the moment she's in her arms a wide motherly grin comes forth

\>Your girl could be used as a hospital grade sedative from the way Emi was careful holding her

\>These big cats and their motherly instincts helped quite a lot, too

\>Sitting back down on the couch you looped an arm around Clara who is staring at a menu in Destiny 2

\>"I want to make one of these Hunter capes for Halloween, babe," she said admiring her character

\>"Can't wait to see it," you say through a laugh as she's now fighting off giant 4 armed aliens who rudely interrupted her

\>She's still active as ever when playing games, bouncing around joyfully while she got her revenge

\>It wasn't long before the(and you never really did ask for his name) Mechanic and Lilith arrived

\>The man wore casual with the short raccoon matching, and both of them holding a tray of sorts

\>They gave a couple of "Hey!"s when they joined in the party

\>You had to save Clara from a gigantic spherical robot that she happened to forget as she ran towards Lilith

\>The sound of wrenching metal and the sight of sic dance moves drowned out their talk about woman stuff

\>The Mechanic is leaning over the couch with a tray in hand

\>"Beers are in the fridge," is all you say to him

\>"Cool, I brought ribs," he replied in his gruff voice

\>"You invite Chickenman?"

\>"Yessir, both Mous and Jasmine," you gave with a nod

\>"Cool, owe him a bottle of whiskey and I brought it just in case"

\>You laugh and keep playing while he heads to the kitchen

\>Beer in hand and opened with that tray still in his hand, he's over by your sliding glass door

\>"Mind if I start cooking the ribs? Lilith likes them a certain way"

\>"You do you man"

\>He's out the door lighting the grill with the trio of women all fawning over Lucatiel

\>She seemed to be loving it from the giggling she made

\>The sound of a car with terrible gas mileage but a lot of give told you the Chickenman and crew were finally here

\>"Hey guys," you call out to them while you stood from the couch

\>Another man and his generously sized tiger wife were stepping through the door

\>You paused mid stride at the third coming in

\>...Though this being your party and feeling incredibly resilient to Italian disasters, you still made the effort to shake his hand

\>"Hey man, beers in the fridge, the Mechanic is out back starting some ribs, and he brought you a whiskey or something"

\>"Nice. By the way this is Bingle," he gestured to the Anthro standing behind him, "his mom asked me to bring him along," he finished with a potentially strained grin on his face

\>You took a look behind him

\>Bingle was attempting to straighten his hair while texting on an expensive new phone model

\>Noticing you, he gave a wave with a paw that held it, and on the screen was that exact same pose with multiple filters layered on it

\>Oh, he's going to be a fun one then

\>Still, you haven't actually talked to the guy yet

\>When everyone else had settled on in, the third wheel stepped in after

\>You weren't really sure if he was a fox or a wolf, and his all jet black fur and unusually brilliant blue eyes further confused your limited knowledge of canines

\>When he made his way to the kitchen your attention went back to Mous

\>You assumed Jasmine joined in on Lucatiel's mobbing from the sounds of more giggling behind you

\>"I see you still have that rust bucket El Camino, you should get a Pontiac"

\>"Nothing beats it man - besides, if I wanted a Firebird ripoff I'd get a Camero"

\>So far so good; this was going to be a good night

 

 

\>The night had settled, and after everyone had a few drinks the lot of you were currently lazing about and played Cards Against Humanity

\>People were starting to get a little tired into the game, and even more so when Lucatiel finally managed to conk out

\>The sleeping arrangements were already planned and ready, thankfully

\>You had Mous and Jasmine set up in the Guest room

\>The Mechanic and Lilith got the just as comfortable spare bed in your game room

\>Emi not so surprisingly suggested your's and Clara's room

\>And Bingle got the couch

\>At least attempt to have anyways, you weren't too sure if your cat would like to give up her bed to a stranger

\>Not that you would mind if he couldn't, as Mr. Peppercorn Starshake here was sitting there spewing verbal diarrhea to you in an ill advised attempt at impressing you

\>"That's what they call me! Seriously! But even then, I get to bed all those Anthros you've ever beaten off to"

\>You can see the Mechanic slowly getting pissed as Bingle kept talking and wouldn't pick a goddamn card

\>You know he's always been a bit quick to anger, but talk of his casual adventures through STI land were starting to grate on you too

\>He was the one who had the most drinks in the group, with you being a respectable third

\>You weren't entirely sure who got second but frankly that wasn't important right now; not when his current boasting of personal greatness always lead to an eye or two staying a little bit longer on Clara and Emi

\>A bit of relief to the sewage came from you hearing Lucatiel cry in the other room

\>Clara began to make a move to get up, but you waved her down and stood up instead

\>You needed to get away from that fox (which Mous had corrected you on,) and calm down

\>Lucatiel calmed down a bit when she saw you, and cradled in your slowly rocking arms your cooing got her even more so

\>You thought you accomplished all those things, anyways as her crying little eyes clenched down even more

\>She must of been hungry

\>Still cradling and rocking her in your arms, you carried her back to the living room

\>You got Clara's attention when she heard her

\>"She must be hungry and wants her mama," you confirmed

\>Soon the gentle rocking of your arms was replaced by the thicker, furrier ones of Clara

\>She moved from her seat and sat on the couch

\>"None of you mind if I breastfeed her here, right?"

\>A choir of no's, in various levels of drunkenness, answered back

\>You were already on your way to grab a blanket to cover them just for the sake of decency

\>When you came back however Bingle had moved next to Clara

\>A little close, much to your displeasure

\>"Lactating huh? I've done a few shoots with ladies who did - some of the milk was bitter, but I bet yours is reaaalllly sweet"

\>youfuckinserious

\>You cleared your throat

\>"Watch it little fox," you growled out

\>"Hey I'm allowed to talk to this fine lady about her breast milk!" he protested back looking at you

\>Now, you can respect the effects of alcohol

\>It didn't save him from your perfected military scowl, sharpened from years of service that could wilt even the highest generals before it

\>You had it set to eleven as you stared the little fox down

\>Like the glass flower he is, he shattered under it

\>He still had the ability to slink back off to the seats with the silence of everyone else crushing him even more

\>You gave Clara the blanket and gave her a quick kiss

\>She clutched it a little tighter around her self when you left

\>You all sit back down and continued playing the card game while Clara fed your cub

\>It was going well until Lucatiel fussed a bit sending the blanket tumbling down

\>For a moment Clara's exposed breast could be seen before she was able to grab the blanket and cover herself again

\>This, apparently, meant Bingle had to talk again

\>"i woundt mind tryng some of yur milk if you dont mind," he couldn't hold his liquor either

\>He took another shot from whatever source he had beside him

\>"now i would of course," he hiccuped

\>Don't you fucking say what you think he's going to say

\>"now i- "

\>You really wanna pull this bonny boy?

\>"i would of course prefer it from the source"

\>Yeah, OK.

\>Your hands slammed down on the table as you and the Mechanic stood up

\>Lilith had his arms in hers, but no one dared to stop yours

\>"Time for you to go little fox"

\>You had him by his collar and lift him with ease

\>"ha! what're you gonna do beat me up? Chick has my back!"

\>You looked at Mous

\>You knew you could probably take him in a fight, but neither of you would come out unscathed and you didn't want to burn that bridge

\>He looked back at you, and then towards Bingle

\>He picked up a shot of whiskey that the Mechanic had given him, and with pinkey outstretched as he continued to stare

\>\*Siiiiip\*

\>The smug grin from Bingle's face disappeared real quick like

\>"Now Anon I was just kidding about the-"

\>So that's what they sound like

\>You thought this and more while the kit limply lied there and bleeding on your floor

\>All it took was a single punch apparently

\>And, oh, you don't remember muzzles looking like that - especially when the lions felt it too

\>You grace his fur with the dirt on your lawn, and the side of his face was spectacularly caked when he looked back at you

\>He coughs out a fang or two and raised a paw

\>"Call a cab," you say, and you shut the door

  

PartII: Mechanic and Lilith

\>Chickenman owed you big for this favor

\>You made sure he knew it the second he asked you

\>He wanted you to help fix that wretched fox's car

\>Not Granny Cass, oh no, she was positively delightful

\>No, It was for her shiteating son Bingle

\>You couldn't stand him personally

\>Men( Anthro or otherwise ) that constantly talk themselves up annoyed you to no end

\>The only reason why you were doing this is that a favor in return was no small thing to sneeze at

\>The Chickenman had done pretty well for himself, and you were willing to bite the pavement just this once for a little something good in return

\>It's why you're on your creeper underneath his POS Lotus Esprit x180

\>'A rigid car for a rigid star, if you know what I mean,' he told you

\>Damn thing looked like yellow depressed spatula

\>"He needs a new Alternator belt, new spark plugs..." you grumbled to himself

\>It was obvious that he drove it into the ground

\>You didn't even feel like telling him the engine he's killing wasn't even stock

\>You doubt he'd even know what you meant

\>Its oil was black as tar, the transmission fluid a solid brown instead of bright red, and no coolant was left in the radiator

\>You were honestly surprised it even made it here

\>With this kind of model, how in the hell did he manage to keep it on

\>...

\>"Yeah the whole thing keeps overheating and I dunno why," you heard him call out to you

\>He was in your garage

\>Again

\>"GET OUT OF THE GARAGE AND SIT IN THE OFFICE" you yelled at the scampering black furred legs

\>He kept wandering out of your office's comfortable seats to play around with your tools

\>As much as you wished he would accidentally set himself on fire with your welder, you didn't want to need a new one

\>As you continued to work you heard a familiar car pull in

\>Lilith must be home from class

\>You rolled your creeper out from under the car and stood up

\>Lilith, mindful of your stains, gave you as best a hug as she could while you stole a quick kiss from her

\>"Hey Lil how was class?"

\>"It was ok. A little dull, but I passed my test though!"

\>"Good job babe!"

\>A high five and a smile later and you excused your self back under the car

\>Your smile drooped with the knowledge of who owned this corpse

\>'The sooner I get this done, the faster I can get rid of him,' was your personal mantra mid oil change

\>"Hey Anon, who's car is that? Aren't you usually closed today?" asked a standing Lilith somewhere to your right

\>You pointed to the office window from under the car

\>You saw her feet raise up on her toes for a few seconds before slowly coming back down

\>"Oh... him," was all she said

\>A perfectly understandable response

\>The sound of a door opening and closing led to another, black furred pair of legs

\>God dammit

\>"Well hello there sweet thing~ What are you doing in a dirty place like this?" came a sickening voice

\>Your garage is not dirty

\>Still you ignored the fox to the best of your ability

\>You knew Lilith could handle herself

\>Lilith's legs moved back

\>"Uhm, I live here with my Husband you know that!" came her loud reply

\>"Also, get out of the garage!"

\>His footpaws started to creep forward toward Lilith

\>"Well of course!" he began, standing infront of her, "but this is no place for a refined lady like yourself..."

\>You don't know what he was doing up there, but a tentative Lilith's leg stepping back told you enough

\>"Why don't we take your car and get dinner? Let hubby here fix my car"

\>"Bingle I swear to god if you touch me I'll hit you with a goddamn wrench," her legs stood firm

\>You grabbed your own wrench

\>Just to be sure

\>His footpaws were right next to Lilith's now

\>"Hey hey I was just trying to-"

WONK

\>The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through your garage

\>You saw Bingle's footpaws take a few unsteady steps back, and soon enough the rest of him fell onto the cement floor with a soft thud

\>You slide out from under the car to the sight of Lilith holding a monkey wrench in her paws

\>"I warned him!"

\>You chuckle

\>"You did"

\>You propped his unconscious body onto a stained oily chair, making extra sure you supported his weight with your own just as wet clothes

\>You made your way back to a slightly more relaxed Lilith, a pat on her head with an ungloved hand finally gets her to head into the house

\>Sliding back under the car you can still see him sitting there

\>At least now you can work in peace

  

  

PartIII : The Survivor and Zahrah

\>You are a survivor

\>And possibly, the only human left

\>Years ago you stumbled upon some unintended company in the form of a short, bitey Wolverine named Zahrah

\>The biting part coming from when you had to untangle her from your trap

\>Soon after life had gotten great for you and your then new loving mate

\>You are a survivor only in name with how the two of you thrive in your forest home

\>It was today however, that put a threat to your peaceful lifestyle

\>You are in desperate need of supplies today, and ones that you couldn't normally find

\>Your cabin had power, running water, and a nice water heater to boot

\>But Zahrah wanted some cheeses

\>Even though you learned plenty during your time in the wastelands you never learned to make cheese

\>Not from a lack of trying though, it's just that it would be extremely uncomfortable to start learning

\>So you're currently doing the next best thing: riding out to the nearest colony with Zahrah giddily bouncing on your lap on your mad quest to find a newer, friendlier, talking source

\>Bonus points if they had power to store the cheeses

\>Your usual place just so happens to check all the boxes, and soon you pulled into town

\>The two of you get a lot of "Hi Anon, hi Zahrah" greetings since you both worked as constant and reliable traders

\>It also helped that you stuck out like a sore thumb in a world full of talking animal people

\>You ride through the colony for a little while before parking in front of a small shop

\>A sign above the door had the words "MILK and CHEESE" highlighted by mismatched glowing letters

\>Shutting off the ATV you and Zahrah head in

\>A small bell dings somewhere in the back and a large Anthro cow appears from a door behind the counter

\>"How can - oh, hi Anon, hi Zahrah! Here for the usual?"

\>You smile at her and gesture to Zahrah

\>"Her choice, I'll eat anything cheese related"

\>Zahrah stood at the counter and bounced on her paws trying to look over it

\>After a couple failed attempts and a small twist with a pout, she threw her arms into the air

\>"Anon lift me! I can't see what Molly has!"

\>You obliged, and reached down and set her on your shoulders

\>"Oooh she has the cheddar! And Gouda! Anon I want them all!"

\>With her thighs around your head, you're loving her extra bouncy behavior today

\>"Get a little of each then babe," you gave with a little smirk

\>You can almost hear Molly's wistfulness as you bicker with your love

\>Thankfully she is also a very patient woman when it comes to Zahrah constantly switching between choices

\>In the end Zahrah picked 3 pounds of cheddar and 2 pounds of provolone

\>"You sure that's all you want?" you say as you pay the cow

\>"MHM!" she ignores your sarcasm with arms full of cheese

\>She's still happily chatting away with Molly when you took the cheese from her to store it in a cooler

\>When she walks out you hear a whistle

\>"Whew! Check out that portable blowjob machine!"

\>You look up from your quad to see a pitch black fox in mismatching black scrap metal studded leathers

\>He's strolling towards you and Zahrah with his bright blue eyes hungrily looking at her

\>Anyone could of mistaken him for a wolf from his size, but you had been around Anthros long enough to tell the difference

\>Zahrah is frowning at him, and you're just confused

\>"Excuse me?" you both say

\>She had learned a bit of patience since you both became life-mates, but even that had limits

\>The fox just kept walking forwards to her, ignoring you completely

\>When he's finally close, he drapes an arm over your shoulder with his eyes locked on Zahrah

\>"You're just the right height for us to have a LOT of fun"

\>She frowns harder while looking over her glasses at him

\>A flash of light sparking across her lenses got his arm to tense up

\>"You realize I'm here with my mate, right?"

\>"Eh?"

\>You can't honestly tell if he's blind or just dumb as shit from his now genuine look of surprise when he turned to look at you

\>He got off of you real quick and brushed off the 'dirt' when he recovered

\>"Another anthro with a human huh?" he says under his breath

\>More humans?!

\>"Your mate can come too, but he has to watch," the fox said in earnest

\>"Did you seriously not hea-" he wasn't paying attention to you anymore

\>He clapped his paws together and leaned down over Zahrah

\>"Can I ask you a question?" he started to pull out a wallet, "do you have to kneel to give him a blowjob, or can you stand normally"

\>Zahrah's fur is puffed in anger

\>"Can I axe you a question too?" she started to walk next to the ATV

\>"You mean ask?" he says back

\>"Nope"

\>Zahrah pulls her axe off the bike and sets upon him like the wolverine she is

\>His screams and cries paled in comparison to your lovable shorstack's warcry

\>In the end she managed to chop both his legs off below the knees

\>And now, he's eye level with her

\>You're still staring at the stunned gasping stubby fox, and a light pat on your hand snaps you out of it

\>You rev up the ATV and she gets into her usual spot

\>The both of you turn to look at him, his words still failing to come out

\>"Might want to get that flesh wound checked out," you start

\>"Portable blowjob machine!" Zahrah finished over the roar of the ATV as you ride away

  

Part IV: King Anon and Radka

 

\>Your reign thus far has been interesting

\>The famine has been reduced by the beastmen's supposed evil life magic

\>Trading with the pack opened new routes for the merchants to follow

\>And talks of peace spread like wildfire, and many of your people soon found comforts with the beings they were told were slaves

\>It's going pretty well, surprisingly so

\>You just weren't used to being a ruler

\>From a young age you were trained to be a warrior

\>And from there, a knight

\>You could also throw a pretty nasty fireball and plants like you a bit more now

\>Yet here you were, King of the lands you grew up in because the former one couldn't be bothered to help his people

\>But no, you didn't want to be the seat of power

\>He made that choice for you when he murdered one of your loves

\>Marie the sheep beast woman

\>She taught you life magic, helped teach you love has no boundaries if you let it

\>Radka, your still alive reindeer beast woman wife was actually the one who initiated your polygamous lifestyle

\>You were there when Marie died, unable to act and only watching

\>That moment still haunts your dreams

\>You kept two long knives, the handles made from her horns on you at all times

\>But today was not a day to dwell upon it

\>Supposedly you had a foreign emissary coming from afar

\>You assume it's from the Lady Zig

\>You're still unsure how that night had been possible; assured in the sense that it was an ale induced dream

\>Flying metal machines? Four armed beings? A jest at best

\>And yet Radka swore it happened , And so had Marie when she was alive

\>So you sat there awaiting your guest

\>You're left waiting much longer than you're used to

\>Either being kind has spoiled you or this emissary was just that rude

\>A little later some half hearted fanfare announced the person you're meeting, who is currently accompanied by two very annoyed guards

\>He's casual in his stroll through your throne room

\>You are greeted before a disinterested hybrid

\>You think so anyways

\>A fox perhaps, or maybe a wolf from the size

\>His gem studded vestments clashed horribly against his black fur and stunningly blue eyes

\>"Grettings se-" you clear your throat of your old habbits

\>"I am King Anon," you start again, "what news have you?"

\>He never stopped lazily turning his head looking around

\>"My name's Bingle," he gave a mock bow, "I'm not sure why I was sent to this dirty place"

\>"Dirty? You've got a strange sense of humor," you say through a fake smile

\>You clear your thoughts, deciding it was a tactless way to keep a secret

\>You stand up from the uncomfortable weight of your throne

\>"Walk with me, Sir Bingle," and with the tap of a guard's halberd he finally acknowledges you

\>The first thing he decides to do was sneeze

\>"Right, yeah," he said through his sleeve

\>You sigh, thinking at how terrible it must be to live as a moron

 

\>You lead him through your castle with the uninterested fox walking behind you

\>"I did not ask to be king," you begin, and slow down for him to catch up

\>A back-stab, no matter how inept the attempt may be would surely ruin your weekend

\>"I became it for the good of the people," you stop in front of a door having finished your words

\>"I sense you are lost Sir Bingle, I see the wounds time has left upon you"

\>He raised an eyebrow at that while you opened the door

\>Portraits of Marie line the walls with a small table in the center of the room

\>You quietly walked towards it with Bingle stomping behind you

\>A single drawing Marie made sits upon it

\>It's the last self portrait she drew

\>Every painting of her since was based on this

\>"You need to find the person that is the catalyst to your life"

\>The sight of the picture drew a hand over one of your knives

\>"Even if they are sometimes taken from you"

\>Your grip was a little tighter when you turn to the fox

\>His disinterest is only broken with another sneeze

\>...

\>"Very well Sir Bingle, if you are not here for a reason then I suggest you leave"

\>"No, no!" he puts on a 'smile' and makes his way to the table

\>"I agree completely!"

\>He's looking over the contents on the table, leaning forward a little closer with a paw cupping his chin

\>He gave a "hmm" when he looked over the drawing a little more

\>And then he picked it up

\>"A woman made you thi-"

\>"Bingle! Put that down," you take a step towards him

\>His muzzle is scrunched up

\>"Thi-i-i-"

\>You moved to grab him

\>"ACHOO"

\>Mucus and wetness cover the drawing

\>You're speechless at that

\>"Ooops, sorry about your picture"

\>He sneezed again, and with a shrug he tosses it back onto its pedestal

\>His delusion stirred a fire you once felt a long time ago

\>"How dare you fox!" you grab his shoulders and force him away

\>"You enter my house, insult my court, and ruin one of my prized possessions like it's nothing!" you were roaring, and with every word you pushed a little harder

\>His paws are grabbing at your arms

\>They fly into the air when you hold him against a wall

\>"That's your prized possession?" that now fear tinged smile was back

\>One of his paws points back to the table

\>"A shitty drawing? Really?"

\>You stared at him

\>He started to flinch from the sight of your now red knife and the pain in his neck

\>You let go, and he collapses with you no longer supporting his weight

\>Blinking out of your haze, you slowly turned the knife around in your hand

\>A dot of red paints the horned handle

\>"I'm sorry Marie..."

\>You take the cloth from your robe and gently rub it across the handle

\>"I was just trying to teach him what you did for me"

\>You sigh, and call for a servant

\>He's shocked at what he sees, but he loses it from your pained expression

\>It quickly hardened

\>"Send word to Bongwater. Tell him I have a special meal for him"

  

Part V : Titan, Jane and Isabelle

 

\>Going out together has been increasingly more difficult for the three of you

\>The three of you being yourself, Jane, and Isabelle of course

\>Jane's and your schedules were almost the same, but Isabelle had a different one

\>You worked nights and she generally worked during the day

\>But today was a special occasion

\>By some random miracle the three of you could all go out and have a good time together

\>Since it was so rare, you and Jane had decided to let Isabelle to pick where to go

\>Of course she would choose the UltraLux

\>"What? I just want to see where you two work," was her defense

\>And so after a bit of prep work and squeezing into Jane's FloCar the three of you made it to the UltraLux

\>It felt weird going through the main entrance and getting blasted by all of the ritzy glamorous signs advertising fantastic ways to go broke

\>A solid door in a concrete wall is more your speed

\>You can't deny the idea was great with how Isabelle keeps looking around in awe at everything

\>"You guys work HERE!?" you swear she was bouncing in place

\>"Eeee! It's so exciting!"

\>She happily drags you from table to machine to bar to table and back again

\>That woman can pull when she wants too

\>Jane is spared from losing an arm and casually follows behind you

\>Every almost-trip and misstep earned you a poorly hidden giggle behind you

\>Soon enough she dragged you out to the center, and for the first time in the night she was finally calm

\>"Where do you work usually Anon? I wanna see!"

\>You lamely gesture around you

\>And got a punch in the shoulder for it

\>"Not like that! Where do you hang out?"

\>You smile and decide to indulge her

 

\>You lead her and Jane to an unassuming side door, and with a quick scan of your hand on a bio-metric scanner it dings and opens with a slight 'vwoosh'

\>A short walk through a small hidden hallway and soon all three of you stand in a small elivator

\>Jane had an arm in yours while the two of you watched Isabelle fog up the glass

\>You don't know why the sight of concrete and wires were so interesting to the her

\>But, even that was over too soon

\>Another short walk(with the thought about getting a leash) later you all end up in the staging area

\>It's a small but comfortable room with a center table, large TV's and various red cushions and chairs dotting the line

\>Your boss even splurged and got a plant to go with it

\>"This is where we are all given our assignments," you start to explain after giving a short tour

\>Isabelle looks around with a slight frown

\>"Why is it fancy up there and not down here?"

\>"Because guests usually do not come down here," said a voice cutting through you're answer

\>You turn and see Theo behind you

\>"Ah hey Theo, I was just showing Isabelle here where I worked"

\>He raises a furred eyebrow up at you

\>"Ah, of course. No problem, girlfriends do get curious. I remember my wife wanted to see it too"

\>"Just don't make a mess with her and Ms.Edwards. Or, at at least clean up after," he said with a wink

\>You look at him for a moment before it hits you with what he's implying

\>"Theo, gross! I wouldn't do that HERE! Who the hell would?!"

\>"Ronnie and Chika," he laughs

\>You hope Jane's retches were real

\>"Aww gross, comeon man!" you can hardly hold back a grin

\>He laughs harder

\>"Wait, are you serious?" you lean in close to him

\>His laughter fades and and with a napkin he pulled from his pocket he wipes a tear from his eye

\>"I'm just fucking with you titan," after a pat or two, back into the pocket it goes

\>"But don't use that chair anymore"

\>With a serious face, he points to a chair in the corner that Eugene usually sits on

\>Gross

\>"Anyway, continue your tour for Ms. Isabelle, I'll see you Thursday"

\>He gives you a fist bump, and with a nod towards Jane he disappears into the elevator

\>"That's one of my bosses," you explain as you wait for the elevators to come back down

\>"What about you Jane?" Isabelle chirps happily

\>Jane shuffles uncomfortably beside you

\>"I don't think you'd wanna see that Izzy," she finally says

\>Isabelle looks at her in disbelief

\>"Jane, the three of us have had sex multiple times on and off camera. There is literally nothing embarrassing left to show me"

\>Your smile is back at that

\>The elevator comes back and you usher them both in through the doors

\>"Fine! But I'm not pole dancing for you!"

\>Isabelle looks a little sad, but she pulls out her patented puppy dog eyes

\>"Not even a little bit?"

\>She adds a quivering lip on top of her bright pink stare

\>"Hmm..."

\>Not waiting for an answer she puts on a lewd grin

\>"I would love to see what you can do with this body!"

\>She spanks Jane, earning a squeak of surprise from a very flustered kitty

\>Oooh, someone's getting bold

\>"FINE! But you're gonna pay for it later, and Anon here is gonna help me!"

\>"Nothing you can do to me that I won't like," said Isabelle with a tongue stuck out

\>It's Jane's turn to go lewd

\>"Oh, is that a challenge? Anon~ it looks like Isabelle's ass is yours later!"

\>That smug look of Isabelle's didn't last very long

\>Wha? My...? Do I have to?"

\>Jane nods, "if you want a pole dance you gotta give it up"

\>With a huff and a stomp of her footpaw, she then pulls out a pout

\>"FINE! But it better be an awesome pole dance!"

\>Looks like you're about to have a fun night

\>The elevator ride ends and Jane leads the two of you to a small room with a stage

\>"This is where I usually do private shows!" Jane says with flare

\>She follows up her grand opening with a climb to the stage, and pushes a small button with her footpaw

\>The room dims and a pole rises out of the floor

\>She's pretty quick to get on it, too

\>"I usually change and strip on this stage," she said mid spin

\>"But no touching~" she adds with her arms holding her up and legs spread

\>"Aww, no touching? That's a shame"

\>wat

\>"Who..?" you turn around and see some sort of large wolf anthro behind you

\>A big black with blue eyes and jeans

\>The popped collar on his polo shirt was especially impressive

\>"Hey, this is a private show buddy, get lost" you grunt

\>Instead of listening to you he struts into the room past you

\>"Aww come on now mate! You're just being selfish," he leans against a chair next to Isabelle

\>"You can't book two lovely ladies all for yourself!"

\>A black paw lands on Isabelle's pink hair covered shoulder

\>Her head tilted towards it from how he's clearly grabbed a handful

\>"I don't think you-"

\>"I'm Bingle," he cuts you off, "but you probably know me by my stagename: Peppercorn Starshake!" he adjusts his collar after a small mock bow

\>You didn't start this encounter with a lot of patience

\>And now, you immediately started agreeing with that little voice in your head

\>You clench your fists when Isabelle can't pry him off

\>"I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck off," you growl and take a step closer

\>"Aww, now don't be like that. How about this: we could tag team them!"

\>No fucking way, pal

\>"Though I get the tiddywolf here first"

\>His paws are on an incredibly distressed Isabelle's breasts

\>"KILL HIM," the voice roared over your lover's screaming your name

\>You don't even think twice

\>Your fist soon met the soft feeling of fur

\>Snapping bone and blood quickly follows it

\>And... oh? Oh look!

\>His brain jelly joined in on the fun

\>Where the left side of his face once stood your fist briefly occupies it

\>The entire left side of his skull caved in as his surprisingly lightweight body skidded across the floor

\>Oops, that was a fox

\>Spindly little fuckers aren't they?

\>You agreed, and turning to Isabelle you're quickly by her side

\>"You ok babe?" you ask

\>She doesn't hesitate leaping onto you with a kiss

\>"Ooo yeah Anon, I'm better than ok!" she's a little hysterical

\>"Jane! I'm done seeing where you work!"

\>She furiously nods at that

\>Jane makes her way off the stage and Isabelle pressed to your side

\>Making your way to the door you see Isabelle mistakenly looking back

\>A black footpaw twitched back

\>"OK, STREAM TIME" and she once again pulls you away

\>She looks frazzled, but her heavy panting and tight grip over you tells you otherwise

\>Oh yeah, that predatory sense of lovin acts of violence in their defense

\>Looks like you're gonna have a GREAT night

  

Part VI : Vault Anon and Amana

 

\>Scavenging has been easy lately

\>Gun parts, screws, weapon mods, food

\>Even better with your mudermate Amana with you

\>Better in the sense that raiders don't fuck with a a huge deathclaw

\>One who has the hots for you, specifiaclly

\>Sure, you could'nt go into colonies at all without people gawking, and a laser or plasma bolt would fly our way

\>But people never tried to stiff you on prices now

\>Apparently they were under the impression that you were some kind of ultra amazing animal whisperer

\>You tell them that, but in reality that isn't a perk listed in the voodoo guide to your black magic pipboy

\>Speaking of, you're fiddling with it right now as the two of you walk through the wilds of Not Oregon

\>Amana stomped off a few minutes ago, following the smell of some Animal

\>Like you said - the food part was easy to come by

\>Without fail she would be dragging back some poor animal in half an hour or less

\>Free of charge, no caps needed

\>Only snuggles and hugs

\>One time she dragged another deathclaw to you

\>Thankfully in a less aggressive and much more eatable state, but you were of course a little reserved about eating what could potentially be her own brother

\>She kept bumping you with her muzzle when you tried to shy away, and only your hunger and her rock hard face got you to try it anyways

\>It was surprisingly good

 

\>After a quick meal of cooked unidentifiable meat chunks you are almost back home

\>It was a cellar built into the floor from a long long time ago, that you reinforced with your pipboy's Cthulhu magic

\>It's a veritable fortress similar to a raider camp, built to last and to weather the storms

\>Your locked front gate is wide open

\>Ok

\>How did they get past your turrets?

\>You swore they can run off bullets

\>Well, someone, or something was in there

\>With your combat rifle drawn you descend down the stairwell into your new intruded homme

\>You found it immediately

\>Digging through one of your weapon trunks was what appeared to be a, for lack of a better word, humanoid wolf

\>A black furred one if the lighting wasn't lying

\>You don't want to go near it since the poor thing could be a walking atom bomb

\>One that has his hands on your favorite modded .50cal rifle, that bastard

\>"Man, I've gotta show Chick these! This gear is awesome! I mean, just look at it!"

\>You charge your rifle to get it's attention

CHIK CHAK

\>The radwolf thing turns around with your precious 50 still in its grubby paws

\>"Eh? A human? Not what I expected but this place is neat!"

\>He points it haphazardly at you

\>"I found it first, so get lost!"

\>Great, it's retarded

\>His bright blue eyes focus on you and your rifle, to which you raise it up in response

\>"This is my home. Get lost before I shoot you"

\>One more load for luck

\>"Or worse"

\>"Yeah, right - my gun's bigger dude! So get lost before I perforate you!"

\>You shake your head at him

\>"Trust me, you're gonna want to drop that"

\>He raises it even more, and without warning he pulls the trigger

\*click\*

\>"Rule number 1: Never store a loaded weapon"

\>He stands there staring at you

\>Completely bamboozled

\>It was about to get better from the vibrations in the ground that you start to feel

\>You smile, take a step three feet to the left, and bow

\>Amana tears past you with a roar

\>"HOLY SHI-"

\>Well, that happened

\>The radwolf is nothing more than a pile of fur and bone that Amana is happily tearing into

\>You stroll over calmly and lay a hand on her side

\>Looking closer you give a whistle

\>"That's some good fur! Hey, Amana, let me have that real quick so I can get the pelt"

\>You make a reach for it, and lose both it and the side you were leaning against

\>"HEY! Gimme!"

\>The pile of muscle and death just starts chewing faster and scoots away

\>Dammit, she does this when she eats something she shouldn't be

\>You stop, wiggle your fingers, and pop your neck to get the kinks out

\>Time to use the secret weapon

\>You leap, and grab onto her scaled back

\>As expected she starts to get up, but with your mighty powers you freeze her in place

\>Your fingers have found the side of her neck, and they're gently scratching away

\>Her eyes close almost immediately, and you feel and hear a soft purring start

\>You continue giving scritches while you cautiously reach over, closer and closer

\>Just gotta add the icing on this cake with a long drawn out scratch down the top of her muzzle

\>Aaaannnd...

\>"HEY!" she parrots at you

\>You look over the body you are now holding

\>Too many holes in the hide to even make a napkin

\>Your mind wanders to the legion and their helmets

\>What where they called?

\>'Vexillarius helmets!' your demonic wristband says

\>Yeah, that'l do

\>You make short work of the removing the tattered pelt from the toy you quickly give back to Amana

\>No good can come of making your 8 foot murder monster wife angry

\>Or how easily bypassed your defenses were

\>You got a cool hat out of it though

  

  

Part VII: ComfyAnon and Raquel

  

\>It's a lovely morning as you and Raquel hike slowly up the infamous 'stairway to heaven' in Oahu

\>Sure, it IS technically illegal to go up them now, but that didn't stop the droves of people who did it anyway

\>You're pretty sure that the police don't even bother to stop people anymore, just because so many of them still want to climb it

\>Still... better safe than sorry in this case

\>You and Raquel had woken up at 4AM and started up the side of the mountain

\>While at times the stairs were steep, Raquel took the challenge in stride using her single arm to pull herself along with amazing strength and dexterity

\>She happily hummed along knowing you were right there behind her, and ready to catch her should the worst happen

\>It's a few hours into this stressful, peaceful hike, and the sun is just now starting to rise

\>The view over the island and sea is breathtaking, second only to the moon you've been staring at up the mountain

\>"Come on Anon! We're almost at the top!"

\>Your smile was as big as the sunrise, probably, and you hurry up after her

\>It's only about 4,000nd more steps and you are in pretty good shape to do it

\>The cool mountain air swirling past you certainly helped

\>Yeah, this vacation was just what you and Raquel needed

\>"Oh my god look at the view!" your maned wolfess happily calls to you

\>No kidding

\>You could see it all

\>Honolulu, Hanauma Bay, Diamond Head and the jungle all around

\>All breathtaking

\>But Raquel's smiling joyous face could definitely kill you on the spot

\>Not to be outdone, not with how much effort it took to craft that smile of hers, you beam back

\>You didn't do it for praise or anything like that, you did it because it was the right thing to do

\>And in the end, the effort was worth it

\>Your thoughts are broken by the sound of struggled panting

\>That's not Raquel is it?

\>You look towards Raquel ready to catch her passed out form

\>...She must of had the same idea with how her arm is stretched out to you

\>Both of you had equally confused looks, but her's even more so while she looked over your shoulder

\>The source of the sound reveals itself when you too turn around

  

\>"Why would anyone do this for fun? This is torture," gasps a panting black fox, quite literally crawling up the stairs

\>Reaching the top he lamely claws at the ground before finally rolling to his side

\>You can see why he struggled so much

\>He has a full rucksack on and enough supplies to go camping for a few days

\>Was he planning on sleeping here?

\>Well, now that you think about it, this would make for a lovely camping spot

\>You walk over and help the struggling fox to his feet

\>"Hey there man, you going camping up here or something?"

\>He keeps panting, and only manages to drown it out with a quick drink from a water bottle

\>"Huh? Camping? No this is just a hike!" he took a moment to chug it down, "You gotta take a rucksack on a hike anywhere! In case you get lost, or something"

\>You look back at Raquel who only gives a half shrug

\>Getting lost here is basically impossible, the city below is in full view

\>Someone would have to be a special brand of retarded to have something like that happen

\>You dismiss that line of thinking and try to strike up a conversation

\>With it being a vacation and all you're probably never gonna see this guy again

\>Might as well

\>You offer your hand to the fox and he takes it with a firm shake

\>"I'm Anon and this is Raquel," you begin

\>He puts on a winded grin and looks at Raquel

\>"My name's Bingle," he says after catching his breath

\>Raquel makes her way to a rock nearby and sits down on it, giving a polite wave at the mention of her name

\>The two of you also make your way to rocks, and he takes off his pack while your unburdened self sits next to your fuzzy wife

\>He's looking at you and then back to Raquel with a puzzled look on his muzzle

\>"If I'm not mistaken you're a maned wolf right?" he said with a snap of his fingers

\>Raquel and yourself put on your best 'mildly surprised' smiles

\>It's not every day that someone didn't assume her to be a very lanky fox, so when someone gets it right it tends to make her day

\>"Why, yes I am! I'm impressed you were able to tell"

\>He nods with his hand cupping his chin, deep in thought or deeply proud of his intellect

\>"Is it true your piss smells like dank kush?"

\>Ah, so it's neither

\>As expected, you both went from mildly surprised to horribly shocked

\>You just don't ask a lovingly taken, not for sale lady that

\>"Uh... yeahitdoes," she squeaks

\>He laughs at that

\>"That's a pretty cool fetish you could fill right there! Dank kush watersports"

\>...Wel-

\>"Whoa whoa whoa whoa WHOA," you frown, "that's a little uncalled for!"

\>He just looks at you in disbelief, that's very hard to see behind another drained waterbottle

\>Finishing it, he zips to Raquel's side and places a padded hand on her shoulder

\>"No, no it is called for," you ignore the fact he's touching your wife for how interesting his story better damn well be

\>"See, I'm a pornstar and"

\>Alright! No more touching!

\>The both of said, with Raquel being extra forceful in pushing him off

\>"Wha? No man, I'm always trying to find new fetishes to cater to"

\>He's looking Raquel up and down earnestly

\>You stand, and the only thing stopping you from heating up is a warm paw grabbing on to you

\>She's just as bothered as you, but even then she didn't want to cause a scene

\>Atop a mountain with only three people, no less

\>"And she's an amputee!" he whistles, "She's like a mixed bag of fetishes, all bundled up into one!"

\>You open your mouth, and promptly get cutoff by the fox

\>"-a few greenscreen socks and we can do the whole 'lovepillow' deal too! How 'bout we get off this mountain and make a film"

\>He walks up to Raquel

\>"You and me, what'dya say?"

\>He holds his paw out to her with bright blue eyes glinting happily that you simply can't see through the red haze

\>Your scowling goes ignored as well

\>It took you hours to get up here and this jerkwad was ruining it

\>He loosely grabs behind him to his backpack and pulls out a camera

\>Holding it in front of him he then looks back to you

\>"Hubby here has to film though," he must of thought he was smooth

\>Not smooth enough to slip out of your tackle

\>"Time for you to go Bingle"

\>With a loud gasp behind you, you now have an incredibly confused fox pinned to the ground

\>"Now listen here you little shit," you seethe through clenched teeth

\>Bingle's muzzle is making a lot of funny faces back at you

\>"My wife and I were having a wonderful vacation before you somehow managed to sour the day with in just a few minutes"

\>He must have used some high end softener with how silky his neck fur felt between your hands

\>You feel a light tapping on the side of your arm

\>You weren't expecting the thing causing it was his own trying to get you to stop

\>...

\>That better be his fucking wallet or keys in his front pockets

\>You drop his throat, which in turn drops his head right onto the dirt floor

\>What kind of weird shit does he do anyways

\>He coughs and gags a bit on the floor, and soon gets up as well

\>You and Raquel watch him slowly compose himself again

\>"Alright!" \*wheeze\* "ok, fine" \*cough\* "I get it!" he sputters out

\>You think he gets it

\>He digs in his pockets and pulls out a card, handing it to you

\>On it is the wolf in a much more, 'sparkly' outfit with a phone number written on it

\>"With a grip like that you could make it even better"

\>Are you serious

\>"No," you tear apart the card, but put the pieces away in one of your pockets

\>Don't want to litter, after all

\>He puts his hands up to his side, and rolls his eyes walking backwards

\>He get's to his stuff, and starts picking up the things he's left around

\>"It's like he doesn't even want to watch me bang his girl," he quietly says to himself

\>He didn't get it

\>You don't even realize what you're doing as you seize the fox and hurl him from the cliff

\>His screams cut through the air as he ragdolls down the rockface

\>Another of Raquel's gasps brings you back

\>She has a paw over her mouth and looking at you, wide eyed

\>You kick at the dirt

\>"Eh, sorry babe - did I get carried away?" you say, scratching at the back of your head

\>She leaps onto you with a half-hug

\>"I've just never seen you angry like that before"

\>Her quick kiss betrays her shaking

\>You don't remember spilling water on your pants

\>"Let's just enjoy this view!" she's off of you in a flash, and reaches into her own backpack

\>Pulling out a few boxes she giddily holds them out to you

\>"I made sammiches!" she adds a wiggle to each one

\>You lost it, laughing at the absurdity of what just happened

\>It reminds you of something important however

\>You grab the fox's rucksack, and toss it over the cliff

\>You're somewhat sure it's the same spot he flew over

\>Oh well, you did your best

\>Don't want him getting lost

  

Part VIII: The Incubus and Devaki

  

\>A cup of coffee sits on a table, unmoving, unchanging, and full of joe

\>No matter what goes on in the background, this simple fact doesn't change

\>And no matter how hard the lightning blue veins pulse in your arms, this appears to be it's purpose in the universe

\>The force is definitely against you

\>Ever since you pulled Devaki out of her prison, you've been trying to see the extent of your new found strength and abilities

\>You've tried hydrokinesis, pyrokinesis, geokinesis, aerokinesis, a quick stint at mind reading, and regular old kinesis

\>The only thing you've managed so far was to fart out a few balls of light that would spark out after an hour or so

\>The past thirty minutes were spent on getting this cup of coffee to float at you

\>"Practice more, we will guide you," your demoness calls from the couch, comfortable in her favorite pink sweater and not at all struggling at magic

\>"I'm not even sure what I can do though, or how can I practice"

\>She grins, showing off all her wolflike teeth with her head cocked to the side

\>"You have all eternity to learn"

\>Great, she's being like fucking yoda

\>You sigh, and reach out for the coffee mug with the thought of going to work tomorrow weighing you down

\>Work at a place where all of your co-workers are somewhat scared of you now

\>You can't exactly blame them, if you put yourself in their shoes their fear made sense

\>Random co-worker shows up with a fiery blue wolf demon and glowing blue eyes would be terrifying

\>Despite that, when you grasp at the mug it... shimmers, for lack of a better word

\>And it slips through your fingers

\>"Dammit!" you make a dive for the cup, only to realize you were still holding it with bean juice now thrown on your table

\>"Yeah, ok, sure," you grit your teeth and pick yourself up

\>You also spend an unhealthy amount of time staring at the exact replica of the mug you're holding

\>there is literally an exact copy of the mug on the table

\>Wut

\>"Wat," you still stare, mug in hand and a massive stain slowly forming next to you

\>"What did you do Anon?" Devaki is standing above you and peering down at the mug

\>"We have not seen this type of thing before," her three blazing blue eyes are shifting from mug to mug

\>This time, you reach with both hands and make a grab at them

\>They're both solid

\>Huh, that's pretty neat

\>To your surprise there is still a bit of coffee left in your mug, and you take a sip of it

\>It's delicious, because your awesome with a keurig

\>You take a sip from the other one

\>Huh, that's pretty aweful

\>You retch and spit out the mixture, that was a delicious blend of ash, ass, and some kind of dewy lemon-lime soda

\>The smell of sulfur really adds to it, too

\>You remedy this with placing both mugs down and rushing to the kitchen to wash the taste out of your mouth

\>"Anon it is fading," you hear Devaki call out

\>Your mouth cleansed, and on a mission to raid the fridge, you take a quick peak from the side to see that the second mug is in fact, crumbling away

\>Like a structure made of soot it crumbles into nothing until there's no sign of it left

\>"We think if you were concentrating on it, the mug would have lasted longer"

\>You walk back over to the table, the mess, and the doggo

\>"So I can make temporary clones of things? I wonder if I can do that with living things"

\>You're pulled into a furry hug with her muzzle to your ear

\>"That would make our time together at night much more interesting"

\>Her long tongue runs down your face, leaving a slight tingling trail wherever it touches

\>You would be grossed out buy you're used to her licking affection

\>So instead of reeling back you give her a delicate kiss on her nose

\>She has a weakness for affection, you learned

\>Guess demons don't really get to experience it all that often

\>She starts letting out a low gravely purr that you wouldn't expect from a wolf like demon

\>But again, demon, and you yourself could pose as a third rate blue man group stand-in

\>The only noise you did expect is her occasional roaring

\>100% guaranteed when they climax tho

\>Her gravely purr grows even louder when you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to you

\>No small feat considering she is at least 2 feet taller than you

\>It doesn't stop you from pulling her along to the couch, and the two of you begin a super intense cuddle

\>A knock at the door stops you from diving on in

\>You sit up, look around and glance out the living room window

\>You hear another knock

\>It's coming from the closet door

\>"What?" you both say, Devaki looks just as confused as you

\>"the fuck," you finish

\>With a quick walk to your closet door, you prepare to cast fist at whoever was in it

\>Opening the door, you find a black furred wolf Anthro

\>Or a fox, you guess

\>Neither of which are important as furries are now a thing too, apparently

\>You get a glimpse at his crystalline blue eyes, and you relax your raised fist

\>"Is he one of yours?" you say over your shoulder

\>"We do not know this one," you get back

\>You turn to him again, "Who are you and why are you in my closet?"

\>Whatever brief confusion he had, it was quickly replaced with fury

\>"Your closet?! Where the fuck did that fucking skunk send me this time?" he rants, shoving you out of the way and stepping into your apartment

\>He looks around, raises an eyebrow at the wolf on fire, and spots a mug that he soon swipes, and downs what ever was left

\>Aw man, that was the good stuff too

\>Confused, he flips it over, mumbles to himself and sets it back down on the table

\>Swearing gets involved when his fur acts like a rag for the spill

\>"Ok, well, I think you should go," you move towards him

\>Ignoring you, he instead plops down on your couch

\>"Nah," he says, wiping an arm on your couch, "not until Zig pulls me out of wherever the hell I am"

\>You're rather surprised he isn't freaking out about Devaki, you, or the fact that he totally trashed your couch

\>It doesn't halt your rapidly rising annoyance, which in turn Devaki seems to share

\>"We do not want your presence here. Your life force is insufficient and too tainted for us to consume," she gets a little brighter and flamey with each word she says

\>"You. Are. Worthless to us," you aren't sure if the living black rug could bunch up any smaller than that

\>"Anon," you snap to attention

\>"Yesm?"

\>"Rid us of this insufferable nuisance"

\>You give a curt nod, and with a stiff upper lip you march to the couch

\>You have no mercy for this dog that interrupted your cuddle session, and now you're off the leash

\>Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck you drag him to the large bedroom mirror with Devaki daintily following

\>You aren't as gentle when you slam him into the glass, with your grip on his neck choking all words he might say

\>"Reach deep, through reality, through the illusions of life and death," she begins to chant

\>"And force him into that abyss," she's pretty blunt about it

\>You shove the wolf through the mirror into the realm you pulled Devaki from

\>You also left him a surprise

\>The wolf quickly gets up and dusts himself off while he looks around the empty void

\>His eyes finally fall on the exact copy of himself

\>"Who are you?"

\>"I'm you but stronger!"

\>And with that the copy pounces on the wolf thing

\>Devaki is sitting on the bed, and snuggle in beside her

\>"Man, cable's gotten violent lately"

\>The clone is tearing at the other, who's own fists flail back

\>"Indeed"

\>It's just like wrestling, but free, real, and with no Vince McMahon

\>It also doesn't matter who "wins" the fight between them

\>For you now have entertainment for the evening

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