{"sf1_id":2059042,"sf2_id":"V1YGPY0m","title":"ENVY AND GENEROSITY","author":"LiveIron","words":1379,"posted_at":"2023-10-10T18:21:14.000Z","tags":["Anger","Angst","Anthrostate","Blood and Injury","Dark past","Gun","Horror","Human","Interspecies","Interspecies Awkwardness","Large Breasts","Magic","Old Friends","Pain","Paranormal","Possession","Resurrection","Size Difference","Spies \u0026amp; Secret Agents","Tiger","Tigress","fights","firearm","healing","monsters"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2059042-envy-and-generosity","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YGPY0m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8c/56/8c568e18-8f30-4485-b680-15a5bbbf8101","description":"'Being a'","content":"\\\u003eNeither of you talk as you shuffle through the halls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe most you exchange are grunts of exertion.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe whole mansion is aglow in psychic energy. Finding a spot free of it isn't easy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou guide Rebecca to what used to be a sitting room. There's no humanoid signatures, so it's at least a little more safe.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe couch doesn't quite fit her, but it's better than nothing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe knocks one of the arms off with ease and lays down. Somehow the thing holds.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I don't think that will help much,\" she says as you close and barricade the door.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Better than nothing.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou return to her when you're satisfied with the door and look her over.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe injury filter on your scope provides little help; it's hard to tell what's psychokinetic trauma and what's just her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take the PsyScope off with a grunt and pull out your IFAK.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What happened to you, Anon?\" Rebecca asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer tail flicks almost lazily.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Nothing good,\" you say. \"What hurts?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"The burns.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe flinches when you use the cleansing spray, and tenses when you use the fur-cleaning pads.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You sure it's just that?\" you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"They're what hurt the most,\" she says, voice strained.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou wipe her fur, watching the red go away.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou won't need to get it out of her sweater.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Tell me, Anon -- where'd you disappear to? After the incident at the range, I never got a summons.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"It's a long story.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's about to respond when you move to her legs. Your touch makes her stiffen, the fur standing up beneath the cleaning pad.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I'm in a group that deals with the paranormal,\" you say, wiping away more red. \"You'll be meeting them whenever we get out of here.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress lets out a quiet chuckle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You're working for the State?\" she asks, her voice still tense.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDamn, do you have a lot of leg to cover.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I figured you hated them, Anon.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I do. Or, did.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hand a cleaning pad to her, letting her do her face and upper chest.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"They serve a purpose.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca snorts.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"What, 'enforcing Assignment to cover up low anthro birth rates?'\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take out the burn spray and chuckle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No. That conspiracy is just a cover. The State… helps keep the supernatural contained.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hum, spraying what you can find.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e”Bureaucracy and big government lead inquisitive minds elsewhere,\" you muse.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou part her fur around a burn near her rear; the tigress stifles a hiss.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't think it's entirely from the tenderness.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Any relief?\" you ask, soaking it quickly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Not much.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou grunt. Might not have been normal flame.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"So if these people aren’t with the State, who are they?\" she asks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Someone above them,\" you reply, putting the PsyScope back on.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou take a second look at the burn, cycling filters; it's an extraordinary injury, like you thought.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe cleanup crew would have a hell of a time with the foyer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Who could be above the Commission?\" Rebecca asks as you take the Scope off and rummage around your pack.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"F.E.R.A.L. First Encounter Recon And Liquidation.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou find the metal vial of neutralizer; given the tigress' size, you wish you had more.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOnce you're finished with her, you'll have none left.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Why don't you tell me what's going on here,\" you sigh, crouching down by her legs. \"I'd rather you not get liquidated.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca tenses as your hands draw near, but relaxes when you dab the neutralizer on her burns.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt least it seems to give her relief.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's quiet, watching you intently for a moment before sighing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"A year ago, I had a husband. He turned out to be insane.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou move past her knees, conservative with your anti-psychoseptic medicine.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He -- I thought he was dead. Then he -- he showed up, three days ago.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer fur rises. Her voice darkens and deepens.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He came in the night, quietly. But I heard him. I heard him this time.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA huge fist clenches.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"But I still fell for it.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pause, reaching her shorts; you'll ignore the burn holes for now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He lured me out into the yard, peeking at me from the doorways. I -- I didn't know it was him, I thought it was just a burgaler. Someone I could scare off.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer stomach is soft.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"The moment I thought I was safe, the moment I decided it was just a hallucination, that's when he -- struck.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're nearing her breasts. Just below the hem of her sports bra, somehow still intact, you see more red.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA deeper red.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He -- he killed me, this time,\" she whispers. \"He pinned me to the peach tree in my garden with some giant, ugly spear.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress gulps.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He told me he'd finish what he'd started. Prove he was right. Then he snapped the head of the spear off and left me there.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe goes quiet. She hardly seems to notice you mover her tattered sweater out of the way to get at her sides.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I don't know how I survived,\" she says, voice a little stronger. \"I don't know what happened.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"All I know is that I'm strong enough now.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"...There's still a few burns,\" you say.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca snaps back to the present. She stares at you, ears pricked.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"They're a bit... covered,\" you say, gesturing to her clothes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress' lips curl.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut she unbuttons her daisy dukes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Don't get any ideas,\" she says as she pulls them down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou say nothing, letting her get them out of the way.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're just glad there's nothing near her panties.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer little muffin-top hides the top of them.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head and prepare the neutralizer. Rebecca stiffens like before when your hands draw near.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Your husband,\" you say, spreading fur and dabbing at wounds, \"that was him in the foyer, wasn't it?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yes.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"The... people we fought -- his doing as well?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I think so,\" she says. \"He hates anthros. That's why he was in Special Assignment.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull away from her thighs and find her breasts already free.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"He wants to prove that we're beasts. Monsters.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey're sizable, even for someone of her proportions. She has to cradle them to keep them from spilling off the couch.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Turning them into whatever they are now has to be part of his plan.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe looks down at you, ears flattening when she sees you hovering between her thighs and chest.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Do it,\" she says. Her grip on her breast tightens.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt only tightens further when you lay hands on them.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey're even softer than her stomach.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e...her husband _must_ have been insane...\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"If we leave, I can get back-up,\" you say. \"There's a lot of interference, so we'll need to --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel the rumble through her chest.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThere's anger in her eyes, but most of it isn't at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I'm not running, Anon.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We wouldn't be. We'd be --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"This is _my_ fight,\" she says. \"I told you, it's personal.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou step back as she sits up, pulling her daisy dukes back in place and stuffing her breasts back into her sports bra.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I appreciate your help,\" she says, standing up and grabbing her sword. \"But I have to do this.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer tail flicks when you step in front of her. She puts on a mean face, and you almost believe it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca, I've seen this before,\" you say. \"It won't help.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe snarls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're in the air before you can blink, sent flying across the room. You bump along the floor but stop yourself before you crash into any dilapidated furniture.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Shut up,\" she growls, watching you stand. \"You don't know what he did. You don't know what he said.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"But I know what you're about to do.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress' tail lashes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe smashes through the barricaded door with a single slash of her blade.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Don't try to stop me.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou watch her tail flutter through the doorway. You can hear movement beyond it even now, the thralls of her husband waking up.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eWhen you go to follow, you freeze at the doorway.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA busted down door.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA feeling of power and invincibility.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd actions that will lead to regret.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stand there, stuck in the past.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eUntil a small voice says \"Go.\"","series":{"name":"Negligent Discharge: Repent","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2057866-pride-and-humility.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2060077-wrath-and-patience.json"}}