{"sf1_id":2061117,"sf2_id":"Xek3vX0e","title":"SLOTH","author":"LiveIron","words":978,"posted_at":"2023-10-16T18:37:24.000Z","tags":["Anger","Angst","Anthrostate","Blood and Injury","Car Chases","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","Transformation","butt slapping","driving","fights","firearm","healing","monsters"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2061117-sloth","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Xek3vX0e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e6/41/e6415beb-4846-4136-b03d-afec76809f6c","description":"'And'","content":"\\\u003eRebecca is heavy.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Come on! We have to move!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou yank at her arm to little effect. She stares at the ground, leaning on her sword.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer clothes are no more torn than before, the scratches and bites from the thralls barely noticeable.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGrabbing her cheek-fluff and shaking does nothing. Her green eyes bore right through you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou begin to cough as the acrid smoke piles up. The thralls stumble about in the haze, hacking and snarling.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou need to move her _now_.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca, get up! Give me a sign, or --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOne of the monsters trips over you with a growl.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFuck it.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou slap the tigress' butt; the sound echoes even through the demonic laughter.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe bolts upright and snaps to you with a murderous glare.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt least her eyes aren't glazed over now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Move your ass!\" you yell, tugging her arm.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt works.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFor a bit, at least.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca's sword drags behind her as she hobbles along after you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can hear the scrapes slowing in rhythm as you go. You shout at her to keep her going.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEncouragement. Insults. Threats that you'll slap her ass again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt hurts to do so.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut it keeps her moving. At least for a while.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's painfully slow by the time you reach the bottom floor. You curse as the ceiling above you creaks and burns.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDefinitely not normal flames.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou pull Rebecca into a side room. The rotting books of the small study are already burning, pages curling up in embers.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou drop the tigress' hand and head to the window; the smoke is starting to get to you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePulling the pin on the charge is tough.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou almost run into Rebecca after the countdown, barely able to see her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe stiffens when the explosive goes off.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Move!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's enough to get her out through the remains of the wall.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour eyes, your nose, your mouth -- they all burn.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe two of your stumble out onto the lawn. You only let her hand go when you're both clear of the inferno.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou cough out a couple black clouds as you look back: the whole mansion is alight, the plume of smoke blotting out the stars.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou fumble for your keys and curse.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHow the fuck are you gonna get her in the car?\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca? Rebecca?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress is back down on a knee, staring blankly at the ground.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer chest heaves as her body tries to cough.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou slap her back, and she spits black bile.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou cringe at the hacking sounds she makes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"We need to keep moving,\" you say, grabbing her hand when she's done.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe mutters something. Her legs drag in the grass.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou curse when she goes fully limp.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Move, Rebecca! Come on!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer sword is locked in her grip, but she's catatonic otherwise.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer blood's still pumping. Your death grip on her wrist tells you that.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou drop it and run over to the car.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAt this point, it'll be faster.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe first of the burning thralls arrive as you peel out, spraying gravel behind you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey're shambling slowly, flesh and bone crisping before your eyes.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou swing the back end of the truck around as close to the tigress as you dare.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Fuck, fuck, fuck...\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe bed is big, but it's full of equipment. You'll need every inch to hold the tigress.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hop in; the loose stuff comes out first.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSpare batteries, scanning equipment, traps.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA backboard, an on-site surgeon machine, a mass neutralizer gun.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnything and everything that's not bolted down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe burning bodies glare at you from the window, inching ever closer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThey crawl even as they turn to ash.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shoot the locking bolts for the radio relay and kick it loose.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDamn thing didn't work anyway.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hop out and blast the closest thralls as you walk to Rebecca.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou try to ignore the others tumbling from the flaming windows.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca, get up!\" you yell, shaking her.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe's little better than before.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou curse; her ass is out of reach.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou look at her breasts, but shake your head. Too easy for her to shred you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA fleck of white catches your eye: her tail, laying between her body and her blade.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou groan.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis is going to hurt.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou crouch down on her huge sword, grab her tail, and yank.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis time she roars.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're sent sailing through the air for the third time tonight when she lurches upright.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe grass offers a better landing than the other two times.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Get to the truck!\" you yell.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're not even back on your feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Get in the truck!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca's staring at you -- Christ, she flung you far.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Move! In the truckbed!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's painfully slow, but she moves.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eJust like you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou curse as your ankle lights up in pain -- you knew there'd be consequences.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut they're what you deserve.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou limp and shoot, limp and shoot.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe thralls are starting to get close to the truck now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress's tail swishes weakly.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLimp and shoot, limp and shoot.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou have to club one with a discarded crowbar when you reach the truck -- no field of fire.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe bed has trouble closing, but Rebecca's safely inside.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBurning stumps of arms hammer on the hull while you go to the passenger door.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou open it and curse.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna get in so much trouble...\" you mutter, looking at the huge blade poking through the passenger seat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hobble around the hood, firing as you go.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBodies rain from the building.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLess look charred now.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou slam the door shut on one as it grabs for your ankle, snapping it off at the wrist.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe truck rumbles to life, and the cab fills with an acrid stench.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou gun it and pop the door, kicking the flailing hand out.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGreat.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThis was a no-smoking car.","series":{"name":"Negligent Discharge: Repent","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2060077-wrath-and-patience.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2061118-zeal.json"}}