Tracking the Huntress
(The following is a work of fiction. A story done as a request. The character of The Huntress and her civilian identity are copyright to her player and used at her request. In no way shape or form is she intended to be linked to the DC Comics character Sursu City and Dasarshi Institute for the Mentally Ill are names created by her Tracker McCoy is copyright myself. Anyone else, while similar elements are based on various people, are not intended to be any specific person or individual.)
The night was dark, made all the darker by the thick storm clouds looming above the city and blocking out what little light the starts were giving. Soon there would be flashes of lightning and a crack of thunder, giving bright blasts of light to the top of the building in Sursu City. During one such flash, three figures could be seen running along the rooftops.
Two of them were a part of the city police department. One was clearly the older with grey around the muzzle that could be seen were it not dark and a larger portion of his uniform covering his mid section. He was starting to lag behind, breathing heavily. His partner was puling ahead of him, breathing hard but still steady. He finally stopped, moving to aim his pistol.
The third that had been ahead of the pair was female, as revealed by the skintight spandex body suit. Even in the dark of night, the outfit looked to be pink. A mask covered the top half of her head that did not look back, though ears did shift to listen behind her. Her body tensed an shifted as she coiled, getting ready. When her foot hit the edge of the roof she pushed off, launching herself through the air to land on the next.
There were four bursts that happened closely to each other at this point. There was a burst of lightning over head, lighting up the nearly the entire city. There was a burst as the gun fired, the flash and bang blending with the storm. The third burst was unexpected. It was the kneecap bursting apart as it shattered from the impact of a bullet hitting the back of it. The fourth was a burst of pain, flashing white hot in the masked female's head as she was shot. As it was about to fade, it suddenly grew stronger as she landed, all of her weight bearing down on her legs a moment as it dispersed through her body.
The two officers moved from the prior roof to the one their target was already on. They watched her carefully as she tried to move to stand up. The moved behind her as quietly as they could. The rain droplets started to come down, splattering on them and the surfaces below. The younger one moved closer, reaching out toward her. He managed to get a grab of the back of the mask covering her face, tugging hard.
The lioness gasped out and tried to turn. The grip was too tight on the disguise and the masked was pulled off, leaving her head and face uncovered. She tilted her body, trying to keep her face hidden as she twisted. The feline's foot lashed out, striking out to hit the officer in the back of the knee. She cried out in pain herself as the impact hit her shattered knee cap, some of the leaking blood escaping into the air.
The larger officer moved forward, wrapping his arm around her neck. He pulled his arm tight, trying to get her to pass out. His weight shifted, setting hard to keep him set in position as he pulled her up and back.
Her elbow thrust back, slamming into his enlarged stomach, forcing him to exhale and relax his grip. Her body threw forward, letting her feet touch the ground. She slammed the good leg down, driving her foot into the top of his own.
The cop cried out as his foot was fractured. He was soon thrown off, finding him face down against the wet tarpapered roof. His vision blurred a moment but he kept from passing out. His head turned to see the formerly masked female starting to limp along the roof as she tries to run again. He slowly pushed himself back up, getting ready to limp after her.
The younger officer was already back up, seeing her getting away. He let out a noise of frustration as he aimed again. He fired out once more, the gun letting out a loud bark. A grin passed on his face as he heard her cry out in pain and saw her collapse.
The rain grew heavier as the two of them walked toward her, the older one pulling out his night stick. She clutched at her thigh where the second bullet had struck, looking up at them. The feline ears pulled back and her fangs showed as she growled. The golden eyes glared at them, glowing with defiance and the will to fight still. The look remained until the nightstick came down. The last thing she would remember was a flash of white as the metal struck the top of her head before everything went black. She was lucky to be unconscious as the pair continued to strike her with the batons.
The hospitals staff was almost non existent as it was close to the middle of the night. So there were not many to come in curiosity as the police showed up with a unconscious and bleeding lioness in a pink jumpsuit, telling the nurse on call to admit their captive. A lean raccoon with some graying fur walked toward them in a lab coat while carrying a clipboard under his arm.
"What's going on here?" He asked in a soft voice, but one that reverberated with authority. His eyes looked from the nurse to the two officers and the unconscious female between them. His ears pulled back and teeth showed slightly. The thick tail twitched slightly. He finally turned his look back to the nurse.
"Have some orderlies get a gurney," He finally ordered, "prep a room for surgery and start to scrub up. I'll call to get the physician on call and let him know we need him immediately." He watched as the nurse nodded and walked away before grabbing the phone.
The gurney soon arrived and the unconscious form was set down upon it. The orderlies and nurse started to push it down the hall as they walked off. The doctor continued to watch a long moment, turning to the two officers when the new patient went around a corner.
"Now, you two," the raccoon spoke with a growl to his voice, eyes narrowing, "The Dasarshi institute is a hospital and nursing home for the mentally infirm and unbalanced. It is not intended as an impromptu emergency room for the police department. I'm fairly certain that Dr. Dasarshi will not appreciate this." The raccoon shifted again, the thick tail flicking with the frustration.
"Now hold on there doc," the older officer said in a calm scratchy voice, "The Huntress is considered by the Sursu city law departments to be a mentally unbalanced woman. I mean she runs around in a pink jumpsuit fighting supposed criminals and has been known to attack police and some other individuals of authority. And the Dasarshi institute is on the police rosters as one of the nuthouses that we can bring those we find that are a few cans short of a six pack."
"Well," the doctor snarled out, "maybe if the police actually did their jobs to arrest and bring in criminals, instead of turning their heads away while they kept their greedy paws out, someone like The Huntress would not feel the need to interfere with existing matters, much less attack members of law enforcement."
"Watch it there doc," the cop's tone shifted, taking on the subtext of one who was making a threat they meant, "Unless you want us to take a look in your background for anything we may have missed...or your family for that matter. There's also the fact that you have to drive through our city quite often and I'm sure it's quite hard to keep to all the traffic regulations." He crossed his arms, his face hardening as he stared, almost glaringly, at the doctor before him. The doctor said nothing more, just grabbed the admission papers from the desk and handed them to the police.
For a moment everything was black and it felt like her brain was covered by thick fuzzy blankets. There was some sound but it seemed to be muffled. The fog started to burn away and the voice became clear. The lioness in the jumpsuit, The Huntress, opened her eyes. Everything was blurry for a moment and their was a bright light. For a split second she found herself wondering, "Am I in heaven?"
Soon things came into focus again. The bright light was not heaven, but a light for surgery. Standing over her were at least three figures, all dressed in surgical garments. They stood there, looking down at her, seeming to be frozen in place for a moment.
The lioness wasted no time. She tensed one hand into a fist and swung, She struck one of them near the temple. It did not have the power behind it that it could and should have, but it was enough to knock them back. One moved away in surprise, not used to having to fight with someone. The other moved toward her, trying to get her back down on the table.
The Huntress rolled away from the one approaching, turning to land on the floor on her feet. The moment she did, the pain flashed through her again. With it came a snarl of agony and the memory of having been shot in both her legs. Not being able to take the weight of her, they gave out, making her collapse. To the cold tiled floor.
The one that was struck composed himself and all three moved to her. The one she struck, the orderly grabbed her and tried to hold her arms against her. The doctor placed the anesthesia mask over her muzzle while the nurse turned the unit on. The gas with the blood loss and lingering grogginess from early soon had the feline unconscious once more.
"This is Alaika Cox with Channel Three News. I'm standing outside the Dasarshi Institute for the Mentally Ill where just a few days ago, the costume and masked crime fighter and vigilante, known to the citizens of Sursu City as the Huntress, was admitted to after being captured by the police department. It has been revealed that the Huntress is n fact none other then a secretary for the District Attorney's office by the name of Lillian Amara Lioness. The District Attorney has declined to make a comment on this information.
"But, while the District Attorney, Mayor, Sursu City Police and probably various criminal organizations are grateful to have her off the street, the feeling is not shared by everyone in the city. There has been mention that in some portions of the town, where they claim she has done the most good, or at least more to the police according to those who live there, petitions are being circled demanding that the Huntress be released. As can be seen behind me, there are in fact members of the community protesting against the institutionalization and incarceration of what they see to be a superhero. Some of the protesters are even dressed up in their own home made versions of her costumes.
"It should be mentioned that Miss Lioness has not yet been charged with anything at this time. She is currently undergoing medical treatment and will be remaining at the Desarshi Institute until such time as she is found to be physically and psychologically fit enough to stand trial. It possible that she will never stand trial, staying inside the institute for years. This is Alaika Cox, Channel Three News, back to you."
As soon as the camera was off, the jackal let out a growling sigh as she pulled the receiver from her ear. The paw with the microphone went limp, resting down by her side. She glanced back at the institute and the protesters before it.
"If they knew what was a good idea," she growled out, "the news director would follow up on my report by playing the story about the rise in crime in just these two days." She sighed, walking back toward the news van. "Then again, smart would have been not to arrest the Huntress just as smart would have been for someone to keep the Mayor, District Attorney, Police Commissioner and who know how many of the police officers from being bought by who knows how many different criminal organizations." She huffed out as she sat down in the passenger seat.
"Yeah," the panther mumbled as he set the camera in the back of the van, "but what are you going to do?" He climbed into the driver's side and stopped as he looked at Alaika who had a large grin on her face.
"Oh no," he groaned out, rolling his head some, "last time I saw that look on your face, we nearly got fired, then we nearly got killed. Whatever you're thinking is a bad idea."
"Oh don't be so dramatic Sam," she retorted, "We were in very little real danger, we got our jobs back and then when the story broke, we got promotions and raises. And this is a very good idea I'll have you know." She shifted and move to get comfortable as the van started up.
"I know I'm going to regret asking this," He growled out slowly as he started up the van, "But I have to. What, exactly, is it you have in mind?"
"I knew you'd want to help," She practically squealed out with a grin, "It's a simple idea even if it's something that's going to be difficult in itself and take a lot of work. See, what we need is an expose. We start to investigate, find out as much as we can about who is being paid off by who and for what as well as trying to find out if there's anything other then cash. Once we have all the information on the mobs and their bribery and possibly blackmail, we can take it to the state police, the governor, possibly even federal departments. We can bring the information to the those outside of Sursu as well as the majority inside it so that we can start to have a safer place with less crime. We could change the world, and if we get some sort of award of it, so much the better."
Lillian Amara Lioness, now revealed to be the huntress, started to come to, with the terrifying realization that she could not move. Her eyes open, revealing a brief kaleidoscope before coming into focus again as she stared up at a ceiling.
"Oh good. You're awake," a masculine voice stated as the figure of the raccoon moved into sight, "I figured you would have some questions when you came to so I tried my best to be here when you would." He pulled out a stethoscope, setting it against her chest. "To start, You are at the Dasarshi Institute. You were admitted here a few days ago. I am Doctor Smith. I was here when you were brought in and now have been assigned to you."
The lioness's mouth felt like it was stuck shut from the inside. As though it had dried out and her tongue had been super glued to the roof. She had to work a moment to get her mouth open and get moisture again before being able to talk.
"Why am I here?" she croaked out, her voice harsh with thirst, "and why can't I move?' She turned her head to look at him her body shifted, feeling that she had actually been restrained at the wrists and ankles. Although the test for her ankles caused a dull ache in her knees and thigh
"You're here," he responded, "to undergo psychological evaluation, to see if you are able to stand trial or need to be here for therapy. You're also here because you were injured. The police shot you twice. Turns out both your kneecaps were damaged from it. That and the fact that you've shown hostility toward the hospital staff when conscious is why are can't move. Do to your aggression, it has been suggested you stay restrained for a while."
The lioness laid there a moment then felt the restraints. She clenched her jaw as she tensed her body and started pulling her arms. A growl escaped her, turning into a snarl as she tried harder.
"Miss Lioness," Doctor Smith tried to state calmly, "Lillian. You need to stop this immediately. You will only hurt yourself and I will have no force but to sedate you." So warning, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a syringe. He pulled the cap off, and gave the plunger a test push, making sure no air was left in the tube.
Lillian did not stop trying. In fact, hearing herself being called by her actual name made her realize she had been unmasked. Fear and anger pulsed through her, pumping her full of adrenaline and giving her already super strength an even greater surge. The metal bed frame let out a groan as it started to warp, giving under the strain.
The raccoon let out a sigh as he took the syringe and pushed the needle into her arm. He pressed the plunger, giving her the full dose. His ears shifted as he felt regret at having to sedate her.
Their was a brief sting as the needle entered he, follow by a warm fuzzy sensation. It started to spread through her form, forcing her body to relax. It became more difficult to move as the sensation spread through out her body. Soon it reached her head, starting to wrap a thick soft layer of cotton around her brain and making it difficult to think.
"Please," she mumbled weakly, "Please let me go..."her voice trailed off as she drifted off into a semi sleep. She could still hear and kind of see, but things were muffled and it was hard to move shift much less speak.
"I wish I could," the doctor said in a strained voice, "I really do. I have orders though, and it would mean my job as well as time in jail. I wish I could help you but I have a family of my own to think of. I'm sure if you could respond you'd understand." He stepped out of the room, making a note to keep her sedated.
And so it was for her. She stayed strapped to the bed, looking at mostly nothing but the ceiling when she was coherent enough to look at something. Someone would help feed her some sort of bland paste like food before she would be sedated once more. It would have been like clockwork if she could keep track. Day and night blurred and most of the minutes seemed the same. She had no sense of time as it started to become weeks that would pass.
"This is a Channel Three News special report. Earlier today, Channel Three's own reporter, Alaika Cox, and cameraman Jarrod Samson died earlier today. The two were killed when a Channel Three News van suddenly exploded out by the city park. While the story the pair were working on is unknown, it is believed that it was mob related and that the two were in fact getting too close to finding out more then someone wished to have known.
"Also there is a story of death with a bit of good news mixed into it. Many are aware of the increase in crime throughout Sursu City after the heroine known as The Huntress has been taken prisoner. Several super villains have also attempted to try and take over as well. Earlier today, a number of the villains that The Huntress had stopped on previous occasions were found dead in a warehouse. Currently, it is believed that the criminals were assembled to discuss who would be in control and how. None were able to agree and as such, the criminals resorted to violence, killing several. There are no known survivors."
In another city, there was a home-office. Written on the door was "Tracker McCoy, Private Investigator." Inside the coyote Dalmatian mixed male was looking through his mail. His emerald eyes scanned each letter and the return address. He stopped as he reached what looked to be a rather thick and well filled package envelope. The return address was marked at Sursu City. He listened to it to make sure it was not making a noise, sniffed for anything that smelled dangerous, but got a whiff of female scent instead.
He opened the envelope and took out the contents. There were some bits of paper including a smaller envelope, photos, some computer disks and a recordable DVD. He took the second envelope and opened it, pulling out a letter. It was written from a reporter who was investigating the corruption in the Sursu City's government and law enforcement. It was a request to help release a crime fighter called The Huntress and to expose the corruption in their city so that something could be done about.
The canine studied the not a moment longer, his erect right ear twitching as the floppy left one shifted. He finally set it down and walked to phone. One paw worked through the assembled bits of information he could see easily while the other worked to dial the number.
Doctor Smith sat at his desk, a half empty liquor bottle sitting next to a piece of paper. He took a swig before crumpling up the paper and tossing it into the basket with a bunch of others. Even with some intoxication he could not bring himself to fill out a letter of resignation. He could not even let him self get drunk. He needed this job too much. The raccoon finally got up. He put his coat on and went to check the patients, starting with the sedated super heroine.
A few days later, the coyote Dalmatian mix pulled up to the front of a hotel, stepping out and looking out at it. He shifted, looking at the city around him with his nose twitching. It was a decent place, but he did have to budget himself since he was doing this pro bono. He did not know how long he was going to be here, but he did have some ideas on where and how to start.
Doctor Smith tossed the unopened bottle into the incinerator, deciding against it for the better. He would have to stop or he would actually get drunk. He walked toward his office, stopping as he heard his name over the intercom to call him to the front desk. The raccoon psychiatrist sighed out before heading back toward the front.
There talking to the nurse was what looked like a coyote. He stopped talking and turned his attention to the approaching raccoon, shifting some. The male canine adjusted the suit and tie before walking toward the doctor, holding a paw out.
"Dr. Smith I take it?" He asked in a nasally voice, looking the raccoon in the eyes.
"Yes," the doctor replied in a calm, if suspicious manner, "what can I do for you Mr....?"
"Wesson," the coyote responded, "James Wesson." He reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. "I'm here for some business related purposes. This is a signed court order stating that you and The Dasarshi Institute are required to release The Huntress into my custody immediately." He handed the envelope to the doctor.
Doctor Smith opened the envelope and pulled out several sheets of paper that were signed, stamped and stapled. He glanced through, not really reading it, then passed it off to the nurse.
"Very well," he responded as he relaxed, "I'll take you to her immediately. I should tell you that she has just been sedated so she will be out of it for a while." He turned and led the visitor down the hall to her room.
The Huntress kind of blinked as two figures came into the room. One looked like the doctor as the other was someone she did not recognize. She laid there as they approached, undoing the straps from her. She tried to roll, to get up and run away, but could not move. The two of them spoke a moment, nothing she could understand. Two arms took a hold of her, lifting her up. Her weight shifted and there was a grunt of effort as she was completely limp, being dead weight.
Smith walked with Wesson back to the desk. He watched as the coyote carried the drugged lioness to the doors then outside. He felt a little better now that she was no longer his problem and he could forget about the morality of holding the crime fighter here. He started for the hall again.
"Doctor Smith," the nurse called out to stop him, "This is a forgery sir. I mean it's very well done, but the notary stamp is outdated and there is no judge by this name." She held the documents out to the stamped page to show him what she was talking about.
"Well, we can't know that for certain," the doctor stated as he looked at the page, "I mean we don't work for the government close enough to be up to date on the bureaucracy and I can't keep track of all those things like judge and such after the elections. We'll just file it away for now. If someone comes to ask about it, let them deal with it." He smiled and winked, getting a smirk from the nurse. He dropped the papers and went back down the hall. The Huntress was free and they had nothing to do with it.
Lillian laid in the back as the car moved along the streets. She could see the city again, and a bit of the night sky. A part of her pushed through the sedation enough to feel elation. Another part of her was terrified. They said she was going to stay until she was found fit to stand trial, but this is not how they took someone to prison. What if she was being taken outside the city? What if this guy was working for the mobs and was either taking her somewhere to kill her, or to someone who was going to?
The continued working through the streets, slowing down as it approached one corner. Standing there was a group of teenage girls, shifting some. As the passenger window rolled down, one moved forward, leaning down to look in at the male in the driver's seat.
"So, what's all this about having us do some good that you was talking when you's came by earlier now?" She asked as she looked at him curiously. She shifted as he watched him smile. Her ears twitched at the sound of the trunk popping open.
"The large bag in back," he stated almost as an order, "get as many as you can to wear them and try to be seen, but not too well." He shifted as he looked back, watching the bag get taken and the trunk slammed shut.
"Okay," the girl at the window responded, "Hey, what's happened to her?" She asks as she catches sight of the female laid out in the back asleep.
"I just got her out of the hospital," he replied with a smirk, "Try to get started as soon as you can. Remember, seen, but not too well. And definitely avoid the police. Don't' want to get arrested." He winked and smirked again before driving off.
The female watched him drive off curiously a moment. She then turned around and walked over, reaching into the bag. At the sight of what she pulled out, she got why he said such things and felt a big grin on her own face.
The car pulled into a hotel parking lot, the trunk unlocking once more. The male got out, shutting the door behind him. He walked past the back, grabbing two small bags and slamming it shut again. He continued a moment, walking around to the back door on the passenger side.
The lioness came to for a moment as the door opened. She felt the paws grip her and attempted to struggle as she was pulled out. She was able to get her body to respond some, but not enough to get free. She sighed as she went limp again, just laying against him. A bit of the fuzziness in her brain was pushed away as she felt the coolness and smelled the hint of air conditioner in the air. Her eyes opened as she watched them approach an elevator.
Once in a room, the male laid the lioness down on the bed, setting one bag down beside it. She laid there, trying to shift, She could start moving the fingers and shift her body some. Not enough to get up yet, but closer.
The male stepped away, stopping in front of a mirror as he took off the jacket and tie. He leaned close, one paw holding an eye open as the other pulled out a brown colored contact lens. He tossed it away then did the same with the other, emerald green eyes glistening again. Once finished the moved up, taking a hold of his left ear. A merf escaped him as he peeled away pieces of tape with make up covering them. With the tape came some tooth pick like pieces of wood. Once off, the ear flopped back down. He smiled giving a shake. The canine stepped into the bathroom, turning the shower on to wash up the fur cover make-up.
Lillian watched the strange sight curiously then started to move. A growl came from her throat as she tried to work the drugs out of her system. It was not as important as it would have been if her life was on the line, but she did not want to stay her immobilized. The adrenaline and attempts earlier had helped her body burn through it faster. So she could burn all this out of her soon. Finally she was able to stand up, just as the bathroom door opened.
Her eyes locked on the masculine figure of Tracker as he stepped out. He still had one towel around his waist as he continued to dry the fur off. He gave her a smile and walked toward then past the bed to the phone. The feline watched curiously as she listened to him order room service. When he finished, he turned to her.
"My name is Tracker McCoy," he said in his normal tone once more, "I got a message asking to help. I managed to get some stuff from your apartment before getting you out. The bag at your feet has a fresh change of clothes and there's some stuff in the bathroom for when you wash up."
Lillian simply sat there a moment, shifting her body to get it to respond to her fully once more. She still felt weak but she could move again. She watched as he turned away from her, eyes studying the furred male form as he moved away. A different type of sensation coursed through her body for a moment as a thought crossed her mind. She continued to watch him until he had some boxers and pants on.
When the food finally arrived, the canine did not let the server enter the room. Merely tipped him at the door and brought the cart in himself. He removed the covers and soon revealed all the food. Steak, eggs, fries, some fruit, and a full quart of milk as well as some sodas. He grabbed one plate and a can then left the rest before her.
The lioness was not aware she was hungry, much less voraciously so, until the smell of food hit her nose. It twitched with excitement as her mouth started to water. She moved closer, looking at the food and milk. Her first act was to take a long drink before going after the thick juicy steak and warm salty fries. After being tied to a bed for over a month and practically eating nothing but a thick paste, real food was the greatest thing that she had ever had. She ate as much as she could, finally collapsing back on the bed as she felt herself be full again after what seemed like so long ago. The feline started purring once more.
Once she felt the fullness of her stomach start to ease up, she realized she felt rather unclean. Had they washed her? How had they done it? Well it had been over a month since she had a real shower or bath. The feline stood up, her legs feeling stiff and aching, and headed toward the bathroom.
The feline claws gripped into the hospital gown, ripping it apart to pull it off before tossing it away in the trash as so much tattered fabric. A scowl passed her face as she glared down at the waste basket. May not have done any good, but sure made her feel better. She stepped into the shower, pulled the curtain shut and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature some.
The hot water hitting and flowing over her was bliss. She closed her eyes, just leaning into for a long moment. The water cascaded down her form, pressing her fur against her body and outlining her soft feminine flesh and the hints of muscle that still remained after her incarceration and inactivity.
Lillian moaned out in pleasure as the hot water ran down her form. She tilted back, enjoying the feel more. A part of her wished to just stay here a moment, letting the warm wetness soak into her, the aches fading away. She finally reached out, grabbing some soap and started to lather her fur.
She worked thoroughly, scrubbing at her form hard as she could without hurting herself. The paws worked, removing loose fur and dead skin. Her eyes closed as her body rumbled in pleasure. The excess rinsed away, taking all the stuck and excess stuff from her skin and fur. She felt so much lighter when it was all done.
Tracker watched the last of the news, ears shifting as he heard the door to the bathroom open. His head turned out of habit, stopping to see a refreshed and rejuvenated feline standing there in a robe with a smile. He shifted some as she walked toward him. His eyes checked out the portions of her body exposed by the rube and the curves of her form through the terry cloth. His eyes shifted as he watched her sit down, and took a look down her cleavage as she leaned toward him.
"So Mr. McCoy," she finally said, "who asked you to come to Sursu?" She looked at him curiously, moving to sit closer. The feline shifted as the canine moved to bend down and pull a letter out of his bag. He presented the letter from Alaika Cox to the robed feline. She took the letter, reading it solemnly. The two sat there a moment longer. Lillian moved closer, pressing her chest on the coyote Dalmatian mix's arm as she rested on his arm.
"Okay, so you're here to help me get out of the asylum and help bring Ms. Cox's killers to justice," she said softly, "You've gotten me free, so that part is done. So, do you know what you're going to do next?"
"I've already set it in action," he replied, "on the way back from the institute. I was hoping the reports of it would come into action today, but hopefully it will be reported by tomorrow. In the mean time, I think you should spend some time here, laying low and going down to the gym room."
"The gym?" She asked curiously, "Why? I have super strength and agility. I may not have super speed but I am close. Besides, I can't lay low. I have work to do. I need a new costume, but I can't stop helping the city." She shifted, her tail moving behind her. The feline legs shifted, pressing together some and feeling the cool air of the room on her bottom.
"I'm aware," Tracker responded calmly, "The abilities are mentioned in the notes I've gotten and I figured that you would not want to stay out of sight. You don't have a costume right now though, and I'm trying to create doubt you're you. As for the gym. You have spent the better part of the month strapped to a bed and drugged. Some of your muscles could have atrophied so you're not as strong as you should be."
"I suppose," she mumbled before speaking up, "By the way, I want to thank you for rescuing me and show you my... appreciation for coming all the way here to help Sursu City and someone you never met." She licked her lips and smiled, moving closer. One paw stroked down, rubbing along the white furred stomach before sliding down to his crotch.
Tracker grunted out in surprise, then let out a small moan as he felt his sheath stroked through the fabric. He turned to her to speak, but soon as he did, her lips were against his. The warmth got a better of him. He soon kissed back, wrapping an arm around her waist.
The two continued to kiss a moment, pressing closer. The muzzles opened wider, tongues toying against each other. Their bodies pressed closer, bare fur and fabric touching.
The kiss broke as the lioness was moved to sit on the half coyote's lap. A purr escaped her as she pressed down, grinding her bare sex against his confined crotch that was bulging against the fabric. The two licked at each other's muzzles as his paws moved down her body. One slipped into the robe, cupping her breast and massaging to tease the nipple underneath. The other gripped her rump, squeezing her cheek as the nails scratched at the under side of her tail.
Her own paws reached down, working to undo the fly. She lifted her self slightly as she pulled the pants open and reached into the boxers to feel the bare length, standing hard and proud. A gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips as the paw on her backside slid down, a fingertip sinking into her female lips to tease the rapidly moistening canal.
The two stayed there a moment, exploring and teasing the other's body. Both pairs of eyes closed to slits as small bits of pleasure flowed through out their forms. Tracker's hips started to rock, pressing into the paw more. Lillian shifted her weight, giving the finger better access to her sex while pressing into the paw on her breast more.
There was a brief moment of disappointment as the paws pulled away, slipping out of the wetness and releasing the mound of her chest. The purr started to get louder as the feminine paw continued to tease the shaft. The male's slide down along the terrycloth then gripped the belt and pulled to undo it. As it started to fall open it was grabbed, forcing the lioness to let the length go as she was stripped naked.
A lustful look passed the canine's face as he licked his lips. He gripped her around the waist and as he stood up, picking her up and carrying the feline with him.
Lillian let out a small gasp of surprise as she was lifted, her arms reaching out to grip the male around the shoulders. She relaxed some as they stood, purring slightly as she felt the tip of his shaft against her sex. She pressed her bare chest against his more, the soft fur teasing the hard nipples. Her own hips shifted a little, trying not to throw them off balance while stroking the tender lips against the firm length.
Tracker carried the feline to the bed, his shaft leaking pre against her as he walked, being teased by her paw earlier, and now by her lips, soft pubic fur and warm firm thighs. When they reached the bed he set her down, standing back up. His paws reached down to slide the pants and boxers off of him, leaving him standing there fully naked.
The female feline smiled and licked her lips at the sight of the aroused male before her. Her tail shifted, lashing about against the bed. Her legs spread wider as she looked at him, inviting him to come closer and give her what they both wanted.
The coyote Dalmatian mixed male gripped the legs at the ankles, stroking up along them as he moved onto the bed. His paws shifted, letting the claws stroke along the outside of her thighs, scratching gently as he moved up toward her hips. The canine muzzle stayed low, moving toward her. It stopped as it reached her crotch, the tongue sliding out to lick at her feminine folds.
The lioness gasped and moaned out as she felt the licking of her sensitive parts. Her hips pushed up and toward it, trying to grind against it and get more pleasure. She gripped at the sheets, eyes closing to slits as she kept trying to watch him. Her tail shifted, moving up to tease his sac, sheath, knot and length with the soft furriness.
The masculine paws gave the feminine rump one more firm squeeze before letting go to rest on the bed. The tongue continued up over the lips, pressing against the clit before sliding over the hood. It continued along the middle of her crotch, sliding along until reaching her bellybutton.
Shudders of pleasure ran through her body at the teasing of her nether region, her hips trying to push up to press against it more. She had to keep from gripping him between her legs and hold him there. She did want him to continue, but she wanted something else more. The feline tail twitches, stroking at the length a little more. Her feet did move, stroking along his back and feeling the fur against the footpads.
The tongue pulled away a moment, slipping back into the muzzle for a second. It slid back out as it pressed to the stomach above the bellybutton. The licking continued, sliding along the line of the abs before sliding up between the breasts. He stopped and nipped her neck, giving a small growl. The masculine form moved closer, his furred body pressing against hers as the hips pushed forward, pressing the tip against the opening.
Lillian's legs wrapped around the male waist, her feet pressing into the small of his back and rear, trying to pull him closer. Her arms wrapped around his shoulder, her fingers pressing near the blades. She tried to pull him closer as she pushed up, pressing her nipples against his chest and trying to bury the length in her. Her muzzle pressed against the crook of his neck as her eyes closed in anticipation.
Tracker nipped on the feline's shoulder, growling against it. He moved to one arm as the other gripped her thigh. The teeth bit down slightly, pressing into the skin beneath the soft fur. He pushed forward, growling more as the hardness started to sink into the waiting body. His own tensed as he worked into her almost painful, virgin tight depths.
The feline moaned out in pleasure as her body clenched down on the masculine length. Her paws gripped into his back, a part of her being careful not to press to hard and hurt him or pierce him with the sharp claws. She purred more, her body vibrating around and against his. She felt the length buried to the knot, grinding her hips up to try and take the bulge.
The primal urge started to take over their bodies. The pair of them shifted, pulling apart. The length slid out of the depths until only tip remained. Just as soon as it reached as far out as it could without pulling free, the two would push forward, sinking their bodies back together. Their bodies started to slap as they pressed against each other, the lips pressing against the knot.
The coyote Dalmatian mix continued to squeeze her rump with one paw, the dull claws digging into the soft flesh some and feeling toned muscles underneath. He continued to nibble on her shoulder, murring in pleasure as his hips rocked and thrust to sink his red member into the female folds. He would growl out with each smack of their bodies, grinding the knot along her opening before pulling back again.
The lioness closed her eyes more, growling in pleasure. She purred more, her entire body vibrating in pleasure. Her feet dug into the small of the back as her paws gripped tightly, pulling the male above her as close as she could without hurting him. She rocked her hips up to meet his thrust, grinding back and trying to pull the length all the way into her before pulling apart again. Her tail stroked up his backside, wrapping around the canine's.
Feral sounds of pleasure started to escape the pair as they continued, the pace speeding up. Growls and grunts mixing with yowls and purring. The pressed as close to each other as they could as they pumped against each other, the pent up needs flowing through them as they enjoyed the pleasure of each other's body against their own.
Lillian tensed as she hit her climax. Her walls clamped down hard on the shaft, tugging to try and pull it deeper into her depths as well as milk it of all the cum that had yet to be released. She yowled and snarled in pleasure that coursed through her, gripping the male tight and pulling him tighter still. Lost in pleasure, the claws slipped out, piercing the canine's back some.
Tracker tensed and growled as he felt his length squeezed on hard, almost painfully and making it hard to move. The small pain of the claws digging into his back pushed his own orgasm back some. He continued to grind his hips against hers, stroking the knot along the opening as the feminine cum coated the bulge at the base of his length.
The bodies shifted and the knot sank in. Greater pleasure coursed through the forms and were vocalized as the bodies were tied together. The tense forms shifted, enjoying the feel.
The lioness squeezed down on the knot, shivering pleasure as she felt the muscles stretched to take him. She leaned up, nipping on her ear as she continued to purr. The sound came loudly and rapidly, almost seeming like one long continuous sound.
The half-coyote mix groaned out in pleasure as he tied with the female. His length twitched as it released more pre cum and wanting to release the full fluid. He pushed as deep as he could, grinding into her before pulling back again.
The two started pumping and grinding once more, tugging against the knot before thrusting together as close as they can get. The two bodies shifted as they sped up, pumping back and forth with greater urgency.
Tracker thrusts forward one more time, sinking into her as deep as he could get. The knot inflated, growing to full size to lock him in place. He tilted his head back, letting out a low coyote like howl of pleasure as he pumped. The shaft twitched, spurting the thick wads of warm thick cum deep into the feminine depths.
Lillian snarled out in pleasure, the feeling of the increased size of the knot and the flooding of her depths, triggering her off into a second climax. She let him go this time, her claws digging into the sheets and mattress Every muscle in her body tensed in pleasure. The walls milked the shaft, collecting as much of the fluid as it can obtain as deep into her as she could.
As the climaxes subsided, the two shifted, getting more comfortable while waiting for the knot to deflate. There were small noises of pleasure as they laid there. Lillian felt so much better, as though she had taken care of something more that needed to be done to get past the time in the asylum.
The two eventually separated and Tracker fell asleep from exhaustion created from working most of the day and the intimate moments he just shared with the feline. She however had no interest in such a thing since sleep or half-asleep seemed to be how she had spent too much of her time recently. She grabbed the bag he said was her clothes. Soon the feline was dressed in sweats, slipping out of the room to go to the hotel's gym.
"This is Channel Two's news at noon. Earlier this morning, a mugging was stopped. The mugger attempted to steal the purse of a local debutante, threatening her with a knife when he was struck from behind. While muggings do tend to happen from time to time in Sursu and some times another will interfere, what makes this interesting is one twist. The victim and other witnesses claim that the mugger was stopped by none other then The Huntress. This has not been an isolated incident, only the most recent. There have been numerous reports and sightings of The Huntress through out the city.
"This new information has many wondering, if The Huntress is still free, then why is Lillian Amara Lioness being held at the Dasarshi Institute? Also, the question remains as to who the local crime fighter truly is once more and where has she been for over the past month?
"Not everyone is focused on the return of The Huntress. Local lawyer, James Cuckold, has announced that he is offering to represent Lillian Amara Lioness, formerly believed to be The Huntress and currently contained at the Dasarshi Institute. He has already announced plans to file a lawsuit on her behalf against the Sursu City Police Department. The charges currently are unfair persecution, incarceration, assault, loss of job and damage to both Miss Lioness's reputation and her mental health. Mr. Cuckold insist that had Lillian Amara Lioness been The Huntress, the officer would have suffered greater injury during capture and that the fact she had been shot twice as well as stroke multiple times by two nightsticks show signs of excessive force and police brutality.
"In other ne-" Lillian turned off the television, smiling to herself and tail swaying. So that was what he had meant last night. She stretched out, looking around the room, which she had all to herself for now. Too bad Tracker missed the report. He had left earlier to work on some things for the case. He was probably going to feel bad about missing it.
The coyote Dalmatian mixed male was out with the mayor, even if the mayor was unaware of the matter. He was doing his best to keep up without being seen, digital camera at hand. Miss Cox's notes stated that she believed that the mob had bought everyone from the police through the commissioner and district attorney and up to who he was currently following. If some incriminating pictures could be taken, it could be anonymously given to the media and sent to the governor, getting things moving quickly.
The rabbit looked around nervously, nose and ears twitching, but not catching sound or scent of the predator following him. He and his bodyguards walked into the lobby of a rather expensive and high end hotel. The three of them moved through the lobby as quickly as they could without drawing attention to themselves as they moved toward the restaurant.
Sitting at a table was what looked to be a very large wolf with black fur. It was so dark it had a hint of blue to it. He was dressed in a suit that looked to be custom designed for his build. He took a drink as the ruby red scaled dragoness next to him shifted. She adjusted her dress and ate a piece of bread. The pair looked up at the lapine and his associates came up and sat across from them.
"You really should get more subtle security Mr. Mayor," the wolf said casually, "Those two don't exactly make it look like you're here for something minor like a meal. It looks like you're here to meet with a mobster."
"This is serious business Falcone," the rabbit said through his teeth as he looked around, "People are starting to ask questions, questions I don't have the answers to. There's also the fact that not only is The Huntress back, but she seems to be fighting crime harder then ever. If this keeps up, I could be impeached. If that happens, I'll never get congress or senate."
The wolf motioned at a waiter to refill his glass but said nothing. He continued to eat, watching the mayor who was starting to rant. Falcone smirked to himself in amusement as he watched the rabbit look around him as he spoke, as though checking for someone who was hunting him. Seemed pointless since the predator was Falcone himself. His eyes flicked to the dragoness, who looked at the mayor with a hint of disgust.
"And things are becoming even more dangerous since someone assassinated that reporter," the Mayor continued, "Why do your boss have that happen? And speaking of your boss, what does he plan to do to put an end to all this? If I lose office, he loses a lot of power in this city."
"Calm yourself sir," the wolf said, having to hide the sarcasm on the word sir, "First of, we had nothing to do with what happened to poor Miss Cox. Some of my associates found her tenacity entertaining, and besides which, none of us are stupid. Besides, when it comes to something like that, we prefer to be subtle so there's no publicity. Hopefully we'll find out who did it and can arrange it so he happens to have missed something that will cause him to be brought in. As for my boss, plans have already been set in motion that don't concern you and you don't need to worry about."
"You son of a BITCH!" the mayor snarled as he slammed his hands on the table, standing up. "I should-" the next words were cut off in shock and fear as one of his guards slammed against the table, one arm behind his back with a powerful scaled claw holding the wrist. The dragoness had moved so suddenly and fast, it was not noticed by the three. She had gotten up from the table, grabbing the right arm of the one and putting it in a hammer lock. The other did not even have time to move before the thick draconic tail wrapped around his body, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Calm yourself Mayor," Falcone said as though nothing was going on, "This is a business meeting and there's no need for you to become insulting or threatening. We're all intelligent business people here." He smiled, a small bit of him feeling slightly disgusted by the lie. As far as he was concerned, the mayor was an idiot and only worth his office. Someone he would not waste a bullet on even if it could be done without the media talking about it.
"Let them go Sanguine," the wolf continued, "I'm sure they were not intending to do anything to us here and the mayor seems to have gotten a hold of his tongue." The dragoness looked down at the one she held then at the mayor. She let out a long breath through her nose, sending out a twin pair of smoke from the nostrils. Her tail uncoiled as she released the arm. The dragoness adjusted her dress then sat back down, resuming her meal.
"Now that the conversation and posturing is finished," Falcone continued, "I believe it's time to conclude this meeting with the transactions." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He slid it across to the rabbit with a predatory smile. "There you go. The usual amount, and a small bonus."
The Mayor took the envelope and opened it. He pulled out several bills, checking them. None of the five were aware of a beep as the image was grabbed on a digital camera. Once finished he looked back up at the wolf and started to stand up.
"There's one more thing," Falcone said as he pulled out a key card, "A special gift for you to enjoy for a while. A cute little virgin Siamese cat. He's already up in the room in a school girl outfit waiting for you." The key was slid across to the mayor, giving another photo opportunity. The two guards headed back toward the car as The Mayor headed toward the stair way.
"What is your boss's plan anyways?" Sanguine asked as soon as the other three were out of earshot. She leaned toward the wolf curiously, her head tilted.
"Actually," Falcone said with a grin, "He left. As soon as the reporter was killed by someone, he decided it would be best not to be here when the tension reached the peak and get caught in the aftermath. He's gone to another town to start to establish himself more. Whatever remains here when all the culmination of events are at an end, is going to be under my control." He pushed up, "But come. I think it best that we depart posthaste."
The two left, and Tracker was tempted to follow them. Taking them down would help disable the mob in Sursu. He had to keep focus though. The coyote Dalmatian mix got up, heading back outside. He went to his car, looking through one of the bags. He smiled as he pulled out what looked like a length of wire, attaching it to the camera. He slipped back into the hotel as he turned it on.
Lillian laid on the floor as she moved her legs. She felt the muscles stretch, pulling taut and working to try and stretch further. She worked to make sure she was going to be as flexible as she could when she returned to the streets. Her knees and thigh was still feeling a little stiff, but that was fading rapidly and it did not hinder her movements.
She stopped as she heard the door opening and sat up. She smiled as she saw Tracker return to the room and stood. The feline stopped at the sight of a large package under one of the canine's arms. He smiled and tossed it to her. She reacted rapidly, grabbing the box in mid air and looking at it.
Tracker moved into the room but said nothing yet. He just got comfortable and waited. He smiled and watched as the feline studied the box a moment before cutting it open with her claws. A look of surprise crossed her face at what was inside. She slowly reached in, pulling it out.
The jumpsuit was still pink, but it seemed darker and there were some bits of purple attached to it. It was thicker then spandex, some sort of plating seemed to be sewn into it. The mask was attached to the suit, connected at the back of the neck. The zipper was still on the back and there was still a hole for her tail.
"It looks great," she said with a bit of awe, " Feels heavier though." She turned it around, looking at it still. She then set it down as she started taking her clothes off to try it on.
"It probably is," Tracker replied, "It's also tougher and gives you more protection though. The outside is made of Nomex with the suit lined with Kevlar and extra padding at the joints. It's based off the pictures of your actual costume before it was destroyed. It can take a lot more punishment and should keep you safer then the simple spandex that you wore before."
(For those who are unaware, Nomex is the name for a extremely sturdy material treated to be fire resistant to greater levels. It is most often used to make the jackets worn by firefighters.)
Tracker smiled as Lillian stripped naked, showing off her rump to him as she turned around to the uniform. He watched her as she put it on, adjusting it.
The lioness shifted as she worked into the outfit, filling it grip to her form tightly. It seemed as though it had been custom cut to fit her perfectly despite the fact she was not there when it was made. A small twitch of surprise came to her as she fit it on, realizing that her new costume had been made with a satin lining to keep it soft and comfortable against her body.
"Could you zip me up please?" She asked as she continued to work the out fit on. Her paws gripped the mask now attached to the costume, feeling the band attached that would slide under her jaw. She smiled as she felt the zipper being pulled up. She pulled the mask up over her, adjusting it around her ears before slipping the band in place. This would help her keep the mask on. She stopped a moment as she looked through lenses, blinking some to let her eyes adjust to the change in lighting. The costume fit her perfectly. Any tighter and it would camel toe her.
"You look ready to go out and fight crime again," Tracker said with a smile at her. He shifted, looking at the newly costumed version of The Huntress. His tail gave a small wag as he stood next to a reborn super heroine.
"Yes," she replied, "I do. And I know exactly where I'm going to start." She reached down, grabbing a pair of gloves that was at the bottom and pulling them on. Her claws flexed through custom fitted holes. Fully dressed once more, she started for the window.
"This is Channel Two News, and boy what news do we have. Today's opening story, Sursu City's own mayor is caught having an affair with an underage male. Channel two has been given extremely explicit pictures showing the mayor performing anal sex on a young male Siamese cat dressed as a school girl. It is currently believed that the boy was no older then thirteen. Also included with this were pictures of Mayor West taking an envelope from known mob criminal Stephan Falcone which is later revealed to be filled with money. Professional testing shows the pictures to be authentic. Also included with the pictures were a note saying they had been given to ourselves, the police commissioner, District Attorney, and even the state governor. When Mrs. West was asked how she felt about her husband's unusual extra marital affairs, she responded that both the media and her husband will have to talk to her divorce lawyer, Mr. James Cuckold.
"And speaking of the Governor, she has decided to come to Sursu City. Not just her either, also coming are some of the county sheriff members and state troopers. They will be here while the police department is investigated to see who is also being bribed or blackmailed. The Governor has also signed an official pardon for The Huntress, clearing her of all past crimes she was wanted for. The Governor stated that, while she does not agree with the acts of vigilantism performed by the self proclaimed super heroine, if things are as bad as they are starting to seem, then such an act became necessary since many innocent civilians would be oppressed and not getting the justice they deserve.
"On the news of The Huntress we actually have two more stories. First, one of the arresting officers who captured Lillian Amara Lioness, formerly believed to be The Huntress, by the name of Alec LeFang, has confessed to being responsible for the murder of Alaika Cox. He said he was scared of being found out that he in fact was being bribed by various criminal organizations, as was others. In fact, former officer LeFang claims that the act of assassination was ordered by none other then Sursu City's own district attorney. Before he could be reached, it seems the D.A resigned his position of office and has left the City.
"Second is a story about Lillian Amara Lioness, formerly believed to be The Huntress when she was arrested nearly two months ago. This morning Dr. Smith of the Dasarshi Institute and the attending doctor to miss Lioness, announced that Lillian has seemed to recover from the events that occurred during the so called arrest, and is scheduled to be released at the end of the week."
The night was dark, thick clouds hanging over the city. There was a thick mist in the air, not really raining but making over thing feel moist and heavy as though the rain had been falling. Outside a hotel, a figure moved through shadows, moving closer to a car. Golden eyes focused on the sight of a male figure putting bags away in the trunk of a car.
"Looks like you are leaving," the Huntress said as she moved closer, "Thanks for all your help Tracker. Things are still pretty bad but they seem on their way to getting better." She moved closer, hugging the coyote Dalmatian mix and giving him a kiss. "Sure you won't stay and help?"
"I can't," the male replied, "I have some other cases to get back to. Alaika Cox's killer has been found, corruptions been exposed and you're free. Besides, now you have a group of help. A pack of little hunter girls that are following in your boot prints in a way." He smiled tail wagging as he gave her a pat on the back. "I'll try to come visit though. Promise. Maybe some time after Lillian is released from the Dasarhi Institute."
The Huntress smiled as she watched him get in the car. She waved as it started and began to drive away. The rain started to fall, pouring over the city. It was cool but a light rain. Soon it would wash much of the grime away, leaving some of the city fresh and new. She smiled more, giving a small purr. The lioness turned, running down the street before taking a jump. She had work to do, and a large city to do it in.