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Under the light of candles scented with rose and vanilla, in a bathroom cozy and pristine, Etris sat over the edge of a tub filled with waters hot and steamy. With a dash of bath salts, a splash of milk, and a couple drops of fragrant oils, the white tigress's bath was ready. The perfect treat for a job well done.

The first step was always the most tentative, the heat a couple degrees above comfort for the sake of lasting longer. It was a deeply pedestrian thrill next to what her profession regularly entailed, but it remained a novelty to her nonetheless. As she slowly submerged her rear, she breathed a pleasant sigh. It'd been a while since she'd taken a moment to relax like this. A shower was refreshing and all, but it still felt rushed next to a nice hot bath.

She took a moment to check her phone, the news in particular. Nothing new, she quickly surmised. She was still just an 'unknown masked shooter'. As long as it stayed that way until she left the country, she hardly cared either. Still, it was somewhat surprising a camera of such high resolution was present there. The supposed safe house her target had occupied was rather remote and dilapidated, and her agency said it was just a loose end few would miss at that point. A close look at the photo even showed some of the stripes on her tail. Perhaps she would have to apply some fur dye for safety. Maybe later.

With that, she put her phone in silent mode and set it aside before engulfing herself up to her neck, then leaned back, submerging her mid-short black hair. God, it felt good. Only after a minute of simply savouring the warmth did she begin to run her hands through her fur, soaking herself more thoroughly. She could spend all day like this, but duty would come calling sooner than she would've liked. A flight out of the country awaited in another five hours, and shortly after, another assignment would send her flying, possibly to a different continent. But before then, she intended to make the most of her little reward.

At her side stood a bottle and glass, of finest red wine a four-star hotel such as this could offer. She took a reserved sip, making sure to appreciate its sweet and bitter bouquet. Her tastes were expensive at times, but with the numbers she'd raked in this day she could drink a bottle daily for the next 10 years.

And finally came the simpler pleasures - a romance novel, one that she'd been saving after her first read-through. It stirred her imagination like no other, and she wished to get the most out of it on special occasions such as this, before the novelty dulled and moved her no more. Her hands reasonably dried off, she took the book in one hand, quickly finding one of the pages she'd bookmarked as particularly of interest.

Before she finished the first sentence, her other hand was already drifting downward. The scene described upon the page before her made her fluster, her sex quivering in anticipation at the very memory of the first time she'd read it, and the titilating wording used for acts most debased. It felt dirty, and sent her imagination adrift, the idea of being in the protagonist's place, her body pressed between that lion and lioness, their fingers reaching and prying at her little nub. And as her mind wandered, so did her own digits, prodding and pushing down on her clit.

"Mhhh!", she groaned out aloud, somewhat to her own surprise. The book fell off to the side of her tub, now both hands rubbing over her tits and cunny, their touch like that of others to her imagination. She could almost taste the scents, masculine and feminine alike.

Bee-beep!

In startlement, Etris froze in place, her hands deathly-still following the sudden disturbance. Listening intently, she heard the telltale sounds of her hotel room door close, its latches just barely audible under a touch much too discreet to be accidental. Someone was in her room, whether to steal something or get her.

'Oh God, not now!', Etris thought to herself in frustration. She'd just been getting into her fantasies, for the first time in two weeks. Slowly, her hands slid out of the water and onto the edges, one hand gripping one of the nearby scented candles. She really wished she’d kept her gun nearby. As she continued to listen in on the steps of whoever was outside, she glanced towards her phone. Its screen was lit, the final moments of an attempted call soon giving way to a revelation most worrying - 7 missed calls. Something was seriously wrong, and she'd missed her cue to notice and get the hell out in time. The shadows underneath the bathroom door stirred and halted, seemingly at the ready to barge in unannounced. But she would not be surprised.

Fleck-bang!

As the door slammed open, Etris immediately threw the candle at face-level of whomever it may've been.

PFWI-CLANK!

"Agh!", the figure shouted in a voice clearly feminine as hot wax splashed over her face. Her silenced 9mm had fired nowhere in particular, merely cracking tiles and leaving a hole in the wall.

Immediately Etris slid out of the bath, staying low as she charged at the momentarily stunned assassin. It was at that point that she got her first quick disjointed look at her adversary - a vixen, orange of fur and with a red-haired ponytail, wearing a baseball cap, boots, tight jeans, t-shirt and long jacket.

With a spearhead leap, they both went out the bathroom door and into the main bedroom, crashing into one of the short desks, sending dishes and cups falling to the ground. Before they landed on the carpeted floor, the vixen managed to pull up a leg and nearly impale Etris on her knee. Instead, however, the tigress found herself somersaulting over the fox, landing back-first on the edge of her bed.

'Fuuuuck!', Etris thought to herself, her eyes wide open in horrifying pain. She spared herself but a second before she rolled off the side and launched a nearby ashtray at the rising vixen. Though it barely managed to disorient her as she deflected it into a wall, it gave Etris just enough time to bound back in and kick the pistol out of the assassin's hand. As luck would have it, the gun flew out the open terrace-side window.

Using the opportunity, Etris delivered a heavy front kick to the vixen's chest, dropping her to the floor only to immediately pin her with her legs, arms immobilized and muzzle pressed in between the tigress's feminine folds. The fight seemed as good as over, as Etris was far too big and strong for the smaller vixen to push her off. And she rather liked the position they'd ended up in. Perhaps she would toy with this little amateur assassin before she finished the job.

"Stay still, newbie, and I might let you live.", Etris said with a smug smile. It was a lie, of course. No one who’d tried to kill her would just walk away like this. "And keep it down, will you? Wouldn't want the neighbours to thiyeeeAAAAGH!!!"

DEAR FUCK, THE BITCH BIT HER!!!

Immediately Etris jerked back, desperate to free herself, but as she did, an unimaginably sharp jolt of pain struck her. Falling backwards onto the carpeted floor, she briefly looked downward to find a spatter of blood on the vixen's face and still bared teeth. The tigress quickly grabbed hold of her hurting groin and brought her legs up, as though fearing more may yet happen to her sex. The pain was excruciating, and her mind momentarily could only race with the possibilities of what the damage might've been. As she turned to her side, wishing against all desire to maintain eyes on the fox, she got to see the vixen drag herself up off the floor and spit out a chunk of flesh in disgust. Etris looked at that bit of bloodied skin with horror, her hands trying to verify what her thoughts were screaming at her. But now was not the time to give in. This was life or death, and the cunt who just bit her had to pay.

Driven by sheer anger, Etris got off the ground and followed after the now fleeing vixen, a trickle of blood marking her path over the carpet. The assassin was no doubt trying to retrieve her weapon off the terrace, and the white tigress couldn't allow it. There was no time to pick up her own gun, wherever it may've been. In one fell swoop, the vixen picked up the pistol and turned at the balustrade, just as Etris ran at her, intent on sending the vulpine flying over the edge. But rather than take aim and try to fire, the fox ducked.

Too late did Etri realize her mistake, her momentum sending her over the vixen, only to get hoisted up and over the balustrade. With one final effort, almost by accident, the tigress managed to grab at the vixen's jacket, only to have it slip off the assassin. This little victory was short-lived, as she now plummeted off the side of the building. Thankfully for her, the room had been on the second floor, and though the wrong circumstances might've made her fall fatal regardless, she ended up landing on something relatively soft - the canvas marquee of a restaurant.

"Ah!"

"What the hell!"

Amid crashing and shouts of disorientation, Etris suddenly found herself on uncertain terrain, looking up at the vixen, who looked no less pleased with the situation, and was seemingly already seeking a way down. The gun was gone, slipped somewhere in the commotion.

Etris quickly clambered off the side of the folded marquee, the eyes around her fazing her for but a second. She needed to get armed. The pistol was nowhere to be seen, though given her vantage point, the fox would no doubt know where it’d fallen. She needed to improvise again, and around there were only forks, spoons, broken glass and dishes.

"Are you alright?", she suddenly heard a ram ask on approach. "You're bleeding!", he said.

"Fuck off.", Etris hissed, urgently picking up a fork as she witnessed the vixen approach with a knife in hand.

"Woah, calm down.", the ram said, backing away. Etris must've looked pretty crazy right about then, and in a way she was. She should've been thinking of how to flee an encounter that just turned really high profile, or even simply been looking to cover herself, but instead she was now intent on killing this cunt of a fox in the most painful manner she could manage. And judging by her attitude, the fox now felt similarly.

As the vixen charged in, she threw a series of knife swings and thrusts, forcing the tigress to back off. The scene around them erupted in screams of terror, then into pure chaos. One among the bystanders, a cat, tried to grab the vixen from behind. He was met with a hard elbow between the eyes that dropped him unconscious immediately.

"Call the police!", someone shouted, the onlookers now keeping their distance.

Ignoring the chaos around them, the vixen threw a quick swing at Etris and ran past her. She was going for the gun, no doubt. Etris ran after and picked up a bottle along the way. She threw it at the fox, nailing her between the shoulder blades as it shattered into a hundred pieces. This just barely seemed to faze her, as she merely turned around to haphazardly throw the knife at the tigress, but missed by a meter. The assassin then tumbled and rolled, bringing herself to a crouch with the gun in hand. Etris wasted no time bridging the distance and just barely managed to knock the barrel aside with her hand.

PFWIT!

An errant shot rang out, hitting nothing of note, but Etris had a considerably more tangible response.

“Gun! Gun!”, one of the bystanders shouted, prompting everyone to disperse in panic. It actually served Etris quite well that they were now nearly alone. Now came the moment to put the fork in her hand to use.

“Agh!”, the fox yelped as the utensil got lodged in her right breast. “Ooph!”, she then gasped out in response to a solid shin-kick to her groin. In answer she rose up and punched the tigress in the side and then in the jaw, but Etris was far too driven by now to be affected by efforts so feeble. “Ough!”, she blurted out, stumbling back in response to a headbutt that made her leak blood from her nostrils. Finally the vixen relinquished hold of her weapon. It took but a second for the tigress to reorient the pistol in her hands.

PFWIT!

Reeling away with a look of pained shock on her features, the assassin fell on her back, clutching the side of her abdomen. This shot had been non-fatal, but the following ones would not be.

PFWI-PFWIT!

“GKH-AAAAGH!”, the vixen screamed and immediately rolled into a foetal position, clutching her bleeding groin. She continued to squirm and writhe, her features scrunched up in sheer agony Etris had seldom seen so up close. She was as good as dead.

With her fight won and sense of vengeance sated, the reality of the situation began to truly dawn on her, the tunnel vision of moments ago giving way to a series of realizations that made her heart race in panic. She was out here completely naked, bleeding from the cunt and holding a gun she’d just publicly executed another woman with. The police would be there any minute, and she’d no doubt be easy to pick out. She had to get moving.

Still holding onto the newly acquired pistol, Etris briskly walked back into the hotel building. The receptionists were cowering behind the counter in fear of getting shot, and rightfully so. She was glad they didn’t challenge her escape. Quickly she made her way up the stairs and towards her door. Oh fuck, she had no way of opening it, she then realized. The locking mechanism wasn't about to hear explanations of how she'd just been thrown off the balcony. Though it was highly uncertain, she still had one more option. She placed her pistol up against where she assumed the lock was and pulled the trigger.

PFWICK!

Something seemed to have rattled off. Mercifully enough, she was in.

She now had about a minute to gather herself up and leave, her mind racing to organize a situation this rapid while her body seemingly obeyed on autopilot. She would need to chug some pills and slap on some bandage… her clit was gone, she verified with her fingers for the third time since it happened. But first a splash of alcohol to stave off infection. She took up a bottle of vodka from the bar and- oh fuck, that hurt!

Doubled over and panting, feeling like she might black out, she soon shook off her shock and returned to getting ready.

Some underwear, jeans, shirt and shoes, no time to wipe the blood very thoroughly. Her clit was gone, the full realization crept at the back of her mind, making her want to give up and die, but this wasn't the time.

Phone and passport. They would soon have to be discarded, but hopefully her contacts would provide her with replacements. Oh god, her clit was gone. Keys and her own gun, the two things that might've spared her half of this mess. God fucking damn, her clit was gone!

The echoes of oncoming sirens blared with growing intensity. It was time to go. Quickly she went out the door and towards one of the back terraces. With a short leap downwards, she was right where she'd parked her motorcycle. As she mounted it, a whole new influx of pain hit her. Oh dear fuck, riding this would not be pleasant.