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_ The Den_

As usual, he awoke abruptly, feeling wide awake even as his eyes only began to open. He yawned and stretched his arms, pulling them back down to scratch his stomach. Or rather, he tried to, as he immediately felt some sort of resistance as they began to come down. It took him a few seconds to remember last night, the memory bringing a smile to his lips as he groaned, his arms were starting to feel cramped from lying in the rather awkward position all night.

"Mrrrr, you awake, handsome?" The purr resonnated through his chest as Tizz kissed it softly, turning her head around to look up at him with a playful glint in her eyes.

"It would seem so, wouldn't it?" he murmurred in reply, his smile coming back as he looked into her green eyes, returning his gaze. The smile grew wider as her hand ran up his right leg until it rested over his groin, her fingers slowly curling around his balls, claws running lightly against the sensitive skin.

"Good, I was hoping we'd have a little more time to ourselves..." she let the sentence trail off as she bowed her head to where it had rested on his chest all night, sucking in the nipple and biting lightly into it with her teeth. He gasped, closing his eyes at the feeling, his fur rising in response. She murred, a tickling sensation running along his skin around her lips, letting go with her teeth, still sucking before lifting her head and releasing him. Her hand continued fondling his manhood, slowly running along his shaft as it rose, once more, to her exquisite touch. As it stiffened, she tightened her grasp and moved her head down to let her breath roll over the head, the warm, moist air rolling like satin across it before dissipating into the quasi-darkness. The light had gone out, he noticed. He'd mention it later, but for now, he'd rather continue with more immediate things.

"Like it?" she asked in a teasing whisper, letting another breath roll over him, resulting in a low moan. He felt her lips slowly set down upon him, gliding across first the head, then slowly sliding down the shaft, her tonge rolling in a slow circle around it, the wet warmth almost painfully pleasant. He moaned again as she fully swallowed him, her tonge wrapping him in an extra sheeth of warmth. She slowly rolled it back out, leaving only the head in, letting her tongue roll around it a few times before releasing it completely, the air feeling cool against the wet sheen of spittle she left behind. "Oh, but why should I have all the fun?" She giggled softly in the dark and he felt her left leg slide across his chest, a smooth sensation of fur upon fur. As she settled upon his chest, she slowly slid backwards and rolled her sex up his throat to place it upon his mouth. The fragrance excited him further and she slowly applied more pressure, rubbing it into his face. He obliged, letting his tongue slip out from his mouth, running through her soft sex as she bent forward to grip his erection with her lips. He let it slide in between her lips, her juices already seeping out, the taste registering as a sweet/sour mix of undertones, bringing a rush to his head as he yearned for more.

Her tongue rolled around his shaft as she brought her entire mouth down over it again, her tongue delightfully fast as it swirled around his throbbing head. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling as he let his own tongue run deep into her, twisting inside her, driving itself in as deep as it could get, creating an intense need to taste more of her, accented by the feeling of her attentions to his own cock, hard as a metal pole inside her mouth.

She moaned as he began vibrating the tip of his tongue inside her depths, the sound sending slight vibrations into his cock as she slowly slid it deeper into her mouth, her back arching at the feel. He continued, enjoying the feeling she reqarded him with, letting his cock slide deep down her throat, her tongue rolling around the shaft, her lips encircling the base. As he continued letting his tongue run along her soft insides, the taste exciting him immensely, she started moving up and down along his shaft with a quickly increasing pace. Almost too soon, she stopped, only his head still inside her, and gasped, her back coming to a halt in a tall arch over him as her sex exploded in a burst of juices flowing into his mouth and his chin, the sensation too much to ignore, he groaned himself as he came into her mouth as well. For a few seconds, pure bliss with a fuzzy mix of pleasure ran through his head, her sex driven forcefully into his face as he came back to his senses, licking it all up. She moaned softly then, wrapping her lips tightly around his head, slowly pulling his cock out her mouth, sucking him dry in the process.

"Told you it would be fun!" she whispered as she swallowed, bending her head to the side to look at him, the faint glow of her green eyes revealing her contentment. He simply smiled back and purred softly, letting his tongue slide out of her and run along her lips to clean her up as well, the taste keeping a spark of desire burniing in him. She purred in response, rising from him, turning around to lie back on him before leaning in for a long kiss, her sex rubbing against his now deflated cock, wet once more.

"You are far too good for me," he grinned as he she lifted her head from the kiss, "but I'll ask one more thing of you..."

She smiled softly at him and kissed his throat. "What would that be?"

"Get these off me before I lose all feeling in my arms" He shook his wrists, in turn shaking the chains binding them above his head. She grinned and slid off the bed, moving to a locker in the wall and opening it. She came back with a small ring with a funnily-shaped metal attatchment hanging loosely from it. She grinned, shaking it in front of his eyes, "they're called keys." She then proceeded to unlock the cuffs and he groaned with relief as he could pull his arms down. He rubbed his wrists, then shook his arms as he felt the blood start running freer through his arms again.

"We should get upside soon, I'm leaving to continue patrol today, gotta tend the traps or the catch will go bad." He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a warm hug, letting his lips nip her right ear as she purred softly against his chest.

"Tank! Hey, Tank, wait up!"

He turned around, keeping a tight hold on the bundle in his arms. The voice was familiar, but it took the face of the man to spark his memory as to whom it was.

"Hello, McKay. What're you doing here at this tkime of night? I tought you were confined to your quarters?" The man had reached him by now and grinned broadly.

"We are. Or well, the others are, I managed to convince that large striped fella to let me go find you. Nice guy once you get him talking." He grinned again.

_ I've definitely under-estimated this guy_, Tank thought, a slight grin forming on his own lips. It was rare thing indeed for Strike to talk to people who weren't close friends, only furthering his positive impression of the nekkies. "Well, you found me." He said, looking McKay into the eyes, "now, what did you want with me?"

"Well, I heard there was some talk about you going out to attend some traps?" Tank nodded. "Well, you see, I'm more of a scribe than a fighter, really. We're an advance-recon patrol, and my job is to keep an eye on the wildlife." His eyes lit up, his voice revealing enthusiasm, "so I was wondering if you'd let me join you, see what you catch, what else is out there in your neck of the woods, so to speak?"

"Neck of the woods?" He'd never heard that expression before.

"Heh, yeah, old saying." He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "As I said, I'm more of a scribe than a real knight. I've studied many of the old logs, and use some of the old expressions from before the war. This is one of them. Might as well say "neightborhood"." Tank looked more puzzled than ever and the man laughed. "It means in the nearby area. I'll explain the words later if you want, it might take some time." He grinned.

"You think you can keep up with me? I won't be held up by one of you nekkies' slow pace."

The man looked insulted. "Keep up? Ha, this is all the proof I need when you say you've never met Brotherhood forces before!" His expression returned to the good-natured grin that usually covered his face. "Unless you always move as fast aswhen you were fighting those good-for-nothing raiders, I won't have any problem."

He thought it over for a moment, then nodded. "Come with me, we'll go to the armory and get your gear." He turned around, continueing down the hall, eventually making a series of turns through the familiar darkness, hearing McKay's footsteps behind him, occasionally interrupted by a stumble and a string of oaths. After a few minutes they arrived at a doorway with two Guard stationed outside.

"Good day, sir!" the first tiger saluted, the second merely grinning at him, the grin fading as he saw who was in his company.

"Sir? This man is to be confined to-"

"Enough!" Tank growled at him, pulling rank before things got complicated."He's with me. We're here to get his gear." The first turned around and obediently pushed the door up far enough for them to get through. Bowing his head, he returned to his station, letting Tank and McKay pass into the armory behind.

The room was dark, even by Cat standards. Tank grabbed a torch from a basket just to the right of the doorway and ducked back out into the hallway to light it before returning to the armory. The flickering light from the torch's flames revealed a square room, shelves alongside the wall across the door and the wall to the right. To the left was a row of lockers and baskets containing spears were stacked against the last. Tank walked over to the lockers, opening one with a large marking on it. "Here, I think this is yours?" He handed McKay a shoulder-holster and then two small pistols and a belt with several pouches containing square objects.

"Yes, those are mine. Glad to see nothing's happened them, with your "purge" and all." McKay grinned and threw the harness over his shoulders, linking it into two loops in the belt and tightened the whole thing, placing the guns in the holster last.

"If you don't mind, what are the items in the pouches?" Tank asked, nudging his head in the general direction of McKays waist. "I assume they're ammo for the weapons you carry?"

"They're energy cells. They contain certain acidic compounds that, when connected to a circuit, can produce a high amount of energy to power my weapon. They're good for smaller weapons, but if you look at ones used for the larger weapons," and he pointed at another belt behind Tank in the open locker, "you'll notice the symbol on them indicating radioactive ingredients. These are much easier to produce and can be recharged with the right equipment, but they just don't produce enough energy. Those use another principle for producing the energy, but are one-time use only, once they're depleted, they're only useful for recycling the casing."

"Why do the other weapons require more energy?"

"These pistols are designed for closer combat. Short burst of energy called "lasers", if you've heard of it before?" Tank nodded in acknowledgement. "Well, it's relatively low-energy requirements for the pistols, but the Gatling Laser that Anderson uses requires a sustained energy burst that's more than these can produce, the same goes for the plasma rifles the rest of the team uses."

"So why don't you all use these if they're easier to provide energy for?"

"Well, they have a much shorter range for one, and the other weapons have a large "fear-inspiring" factor." He grinned at the puzzled look on Tank's face "Nothing strikes fear into the heart of a man like seeing his companions melt in a pool of super-heated plasma. And a man who's pissing his pants with fear is that much easier to convince to either surrender or kill, whichever is required in the particular situation."

Tank nodded, it made sense, it seemed to be the same thing that made his Shadows so effective when they struck out of, seemingly, no-where. "Psychological warfare" was what Kras had called it. He pointed at the doorway and nodded to the two guards as they exited, leading McKay down the hallway to the elevator.

"But if they are better, why don't you use them as well?"

"I told you about being the scribe of the team. Well, the reason I was made a field operative in the first place was my good aim and skill at fighting, yet still being a scribe at heart with an inquisitive nature. My training and body mods are aimed more at the life as a scribe, so walking around with all that heavy equipment would slow me down more than the rest of the team. Instead, I use these. In the event we get into trouble, I have more than adequate skill with them, and I'm also one of the few who can use two to deal as much damage as a man with a single rifle. I just need to get in closer range." He smiled grimly. "At which point, laser weaponry is the preferred type, it's cleaner and very effective when you hit certain parts of the body."

Tank nodded again, leading them out of the elevator and down the hall to the exit. Four cats stood guard, the leader raising an eyebrow at Tank, but letting them threw when he simply nodded and smiled. "Three days, sergeant, four if the weather turns bad". Sergeant Krii nodded and Tank lead McKay out into the wasteland.

"We have someone following us." McKay kept walking, not looking back, but Tank noticed his hands moving to rest on his pistols.

"I know. When did you first notice it?"

"About 15 minutes ago, but I wasn't sure. Kept an eye on the spot in horizon, but it's slowly growing bigger. You?"

"Ever since we left the base." He grinned and stopped, turning his head to face the way they'd come, looking at a small dark spot against the horizon. "She'll reach us before nightfall."

"You know who it is?"

"I'd expected her to meet us before we left the base. Something must've kept her, but we'll need her where we're going." He turned back to face the mountains in front of them and resumed his walk towards their goal. "Keep an eye out for gecko's, there's a nasty variant moving in from the west, fire-breathing bastards. Stringy flesh, too."

"Heh, I know those. Took us ages to find a use for them, finally a scribe named Vree-Lung cracked it. Turns out it's extremely resilient to fire. Makes sense too, them using it to their own advantage and all, but it took us long enough to think about it. We use it for crafting safety-gear for our laboratories. It can't withstand plasma, but it can still take quite a bit of heat." He grinned made whooshing sound, one hand simulating fire being blocked by the other. "I still prefer the golden geckos, their hides are quite the prize amongst the traders, they fetch us a fair amount of salvaged technology we can repair or use for spare parts."

They walked for a while, mostly in silence, now and then interrupted by inquiries from McKay about a local piece of fauna. As dusk came creeping up on them, they had reached the foothills. Tank led them up a path, the setting sun throwing long shadows across the jagged ground, the contours of the rock-formations rising majestically in front of them as the golden rays of the setting sun lit them afire. He continued walking up a path that seemed carved through the mountainside, the ground unnaturally flat.

"Wait, this paved!" McKay exclaimed after some time, stopping to get on his knees, running his hands across the ground, scraping dirt and grass tone side. Tank simply nodded and waited for the man to get back on his feet. "The records don't show any pre-war settlements in this area, and I don't recall any roads either."

"I doubt they would unless they were completely up-to-date with classified information." Tank said, continuing up the road. "According to our records, this is an old supply depot built just before the bombs fell. The road stops at something called a "heli-pad" down there- "and he pointed at a plateau beneath them, sheltered by rock-walls facing the wastes, "-it leads up this way and to a cave with a steel wall. We use it for shelter, the trapping is great in the mountains, there's some moisture up here, more plants and such."

"Nothing else in the cave? Just a steel wall?"

"There's been a rockslide in there, but it's always seemed out-of-place to me. When we were still adolescents, me'n Strike used to come out here, hunting. We spent more time than was good trying to find a way through, but it's as if the fall just covers a bare wall, if you know what I mean. However, I believe we'll find the solution tonight." He smiled to himself, turning the last bend of the winding road, walking up towards a gaping hole in the mountain up ahead. He walked in first, reaching for the torch he knew was under a rock and lit it.

"And now?"

"We make camp and wait for Tizz."