{"sf1_id":2065366,"sf2_id":"V1YGxpvm","title":"LUST","author":"LiveIron","words":931,"posted_at":"2023-10-27T23:03:11.000Z","tags":["Anger","Angst","Anthrostate","Blood and Injury","Car Chases","Dark past","Death","Gun","Horror","Hug","Human","Interspecies","Interspecies Awkwardness","Large Breasts","Magic","Old Friends","Pain","Paranormal","Possession","Resurrection","Size Difference","Smothering","Smothring","Spies \u0026amp; Secret Agents","Tiger","Tigress","Transformation","butt slapping","driving","fights","firearm","healing","monsters"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2065366-lust","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YGxpvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/29/80/29809fde-eb3e-4b7d-98a2-91a943043753","description":"'Each other.'","content":"\\\u003eThe thralls thin out as you cut through the corn.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTheir unsteady gait left clear trails through the dead stalks, all coming from the direction of the flame.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eMakes fighting your way to it a little easier.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca shouts directions between swings of her blade.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eNot to guide you, but to tell you were the thralls are coming from.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eSome still jump out like cheap thrills in a corn maze.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca shreds the ones you don't catch. It's scary watching her up close.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou don't think she's used a sword more than a day, but her swings obliterate the creatures regardless.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou stay close to her, inside her guard. You'd rather deal with her swaying hips and stomping feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe thralls manage to close in a few times.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou didn't spot them fast enough; Rebecca has to step around you; all the little errors and cautions stack up and go wrong.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOne latches onto your arm. Another slashes at your armor, the claws tearing through to the knife-vest layer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eTalia picks them off easily.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca's snarls raise in pitch whenever the monsters manage to get to her\n\n \n\n\\\u003eLike you, most can barely reach past her stomach. Instead they add new stripes to her legs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe tigress barely notices.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe sends thralls flying back into sword-range with her hips, kicks them with footpaws the size of their torso.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer voice gets deeper as she calls out bogeys.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBefore long, they're just guttural growls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou get slapped with her tail; her sword whooshes over your head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hit the deck with a grunt, chaff blowing up in your face.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAbove you, her muzzle is wrinkled in a permanent snarl.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer green eyes glint red in the night.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou dance around her feet, taking potshots at thralls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca! Down here!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe finally pauses and glances down at you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer eyes are a little more human.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Are we close?\" you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe flames reflect off her teeth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Yeah,\" she growls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou grab her arm before she swings again. You keep your eyes on hers, letting Talia deal with the stragglers that approach.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Remember what I said.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Don't let it control you, don't end up like me.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca growls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen she runs off, charging towards the flame.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou curse and set off after her through the corn.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer path through the stalks is wide, marked occasionally by chopped clearings and cleaved bodies.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou almost run into her when you catch up. She's stopped at the edge of a large clearing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe stalks are all dead and withered, laying on the cold ground. Jagged shoots lie here and there, the whole thing looking like a wasteland.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIn the center lies an inferno, the fire an angry red.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt silhouettes the familiar, emaciated figure draped in cloth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eFlames wreathe Patrick's legs; his missing arm is hidden beneath the tattered cloak.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHe laughs, the sound rising to that demonic pitch from before.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHis army howls around you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eRebecca answers in a roar.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe flashes, her fiery, otherworldly mantle wreathing her once more.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer stripes burn a blistering white.\n\n \n\n\\\u003ePatrick smiles as she charges towards him, raising his cut staff.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd then the flames engulf them both.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou hiss and pull back from the heat; they're infernally hot even from across the large clearing.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou call the tigress' name and get no answer, save snarling and the clash of steel on steel.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour breathing quickens.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Rebecca!\" you yell again. Your voice cracks.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe flames flare and push you back; the screech of the thrall behind you is the only way you know it's real.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou point the Kolibri over your shoulder and fire; there's a bloody gurgle.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Talia,\" you whisper. \"Please.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe pearly metal of the tiny gun glimmers in the flames.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYour hands are shaking.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe still doesn't answer.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Please.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIs she upset?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eDoes she know?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIs she even real?\n\n \n\n\\\u003eGuilt weighs more heavily on you than the past six hours of action.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe chaff is rough beneath your knees.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOf course she's real.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eOf course she knows.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe knows what you're too afraid to admit.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThat you wanted to break your vow. That you wanted Rebecca. That --\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Dumbass!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe she-wolf's voice rings clear in your head.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou're jerked to the side before you can even process it, led by the gun.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt pops up and spits fire at the nearest thralls.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe metal feels warm in your hand.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Talia?\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAll you get is an exasperated grunt.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eShe jerks you to your feet.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eHer warm presence invades your limbs.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou shudder, memories of Virina bubbling to the surface. The way her moonlit presence --\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"No time,\" her voice rings out. \"Move.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe voice is hurried, worried, demanding.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eIt's Talia, alright.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Where?\" you ask.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnother growl; you're pointed towards the flames again.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Go to her.\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou can feel her trying to move you, but some part of you resists.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"Talia, I -- she --\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\" **Move**!\"\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou lean into the heat. The flames seem to die down.\n\n \n\n\\\u003e\"You -- letting her -- die?\" the she-wolf asks in your head, voice strained.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThen it all clicks into place.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAn otherworldly evil.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAn idiot with a gun.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eAnd an innocent woman made to die to prove someone else's point.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eA weight drops in your stomach, but you don't let it hold you.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eThe PsyScope whites out as you charge into the inferno. You brush it aside as you run.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eEmbers line the ground before the blaze itself. Glowing cracks have formed in the earth.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eYou feel the heat for a brief moment as your faith falters.\n\n \n\n\\\u003eBut then you leap.","series":{"name":"Negligent Discharge: Repent","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2063316-gluttony-and-temperance.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2065370-chastity.json"}}