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The Adventures of Shock and Rock

What Belongs in a Museum....should stay there.

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"...and so, honored guests and patrons of the Si-Te-Cah Institute, I present to you the latest addition to our cultural and natural history. Additions which you yourselves have made possible, behold, the Masks of Kingcome!"

From my vantage point high above, I watch as Laura throws the lever and the curtains rise off of several glass cases. There is the expected commotion of oohs and ahhs as the collected morphs gaze upon the new treasures the good folk at Micro-Optimum have unearthed, before everyone applauds our bowing emcee for permitting them this honored first look.

"Please, please, it's you who deserves the applause I insist! Thanks to your generous investments and continued efforts to keep our archeological projects running we've been able to reclaim almost the entire collection of these ceremonial masks. I invite everyone here tonight to gaze upon the fruits that our combined labors have born. Please, enjoy yourselves!" The ringtail lauds, beaming as her words bring a light to all eyes and a lump to a good few throats of the various museum goers. It makes it that much easier for her to then turn off the podium mike and quickly rush off the stage to grab her ear bud, glasses and a much needed drink.

"You certainly know how to spin the bullshit." I quietly whisper as Rock appears clutching two water towers filled with champagne.

"Yeah well, whatever it takes to keep them happy and their wallets open." The ringtail mutters as she downs the contents of her glass then swaps it for a full one off the trays now doing the rounds. "We need the extra funding, and whatever else these tycoons can toss our way now more than ever, what with the on-going thefts from our overseas labs that've been gumming up the works and other more recent events."

I take a sip of my own drink as Laura balances her glass on the vast expanse of her chest and does a few stretches, the fatigue from having to play hostess showing with each creak and groan. "Well hopefully tonight's little sting operation should solve at least one of those issues, if we're lucky."

"We'll be lucky, Shock. Such rare gems of the past are far too tempting a prize for any thief to pass up." Rock muses, watching as the museumgoers gaze and natter in wonder at the richly decorated headwear. "I think a more pressing question is is it really safe to let such artifacts into the public domain?"

"Probably not, but frankly we don't have any alternatives at present." Laura slips on her specs and sighs. "At any rate, I only have to keep this up for two more hours. Then we can turn everything over to you and the police, and I can go back to working on the Bustress."

I quickly bite down on the rim of the water tower, the unyielding taste of metal in my mouth serving to mute my bubbling giggles. "Still so raw about that are we?"

"Hey, she's showing promising results under me. Been nearly four months since her initial rampage and she's still happy as a clam out in the sink with her original team. Hasn't held back anything on what she did to...ahem...'improve' on my design and shows every bit of enthusiasm towards helping us crack the secret of artificially induced bodily growth." Laura proudly declares, taking a triumphant swig from her glass. "I thought we'd lucked out with how well Gon is responding to his treatment but we may actually be looking at the prospect of rehabilitating two full macros here. Even you can't deny that's an attractive thought."

Rock and I keep politely sip at our champagne, each of us daring the other to make the first reply.

"We do..." Rock finally begins. "We just worry what you're getting up to in order to make such happen."

Even from a mile below us we can feel that immediate pin prick of a dark glare. A glare only our dear, extremely busty ringtail could possibly conjure up. Fortunately my skunk and I have worked with Laura for long enough that we've earned the right to occasionally bust her chops, so with a winning smile from each of us the ringtail just sighs and raises her glass for a toast.

"To furthering the harmony of giants and little folk, no matter the cost."

"To us and to you, with deepest sympathies to all assigned as your own private test subjects." I proclaim, bringing us all to laugh as we share a drink together. "Anyway, enough schmoozing with the giant superheroes. We've got fans out here to tend to and you've got a ripe bank account quickly zeroing in on your six."

Laura turns around to behold a cobra herm slithering her way through the throng of morphs. Clad in scarlet scales and a shimmering purple evening dress the naga girl cuts a most eye-catching visage as shi approaches, most prominently because shi actually meets up with Laura while the two of them are still at five paces, the enormity of their breasts bridging the distance between them.

"I do apologissse for interrupting you, but I couldn't help notisssing your fine tassstesss in wardrobe up there on the podium. There'sss ssscant few I've ssseen who not only have your figure but alsssso favor original Garibaldi threadsss." The serpent hisses softly. Laura cocks a perplexed eyebrow, then glances down at the blue backless number that's being so cruelly taxed by her while simultaneously getting battered around by the giant snake tits rubbing against it.

"Well I don't know if I favor them per se, I just find them practical to wear for events such as this." She responds. The serpent looks most pleased.

"Ssso you find them comfortable in addition to durable?" Shi asks. Laura tugs at her dress and shrugs when the material vehemently refuses to give despite the dual mammary assault, and the reinforcements that're added when the serpent's third bulge presses so sweetly into her lower regions.

"Yes, actually it's quite comfortable. Though, if you'll forgive my asking, what interest is it to you, Miss...." Laura extends her paw, and gets a fit of hissy giggles.

"Eleanor Garibaldi, the one you have to thank for making such fitting attire. You and your friendsss there that isss" The snake replies, hir forked tongue briefly getting caught in her teeth as she stifles more giggles from our ringtail's surprise. "And my interesstssss sssstem from a few wordsss that found their way to me resssently: about how there are other sssuch folk asss yourssself at Micro-Optimum in need of comfortable attire while they work to better life for usss all. I wish to dissscusss allowing my company to be your primary ssssupplier for work uniformsss and lab gear."

Laura seems to finally realize she's been standing with her jaw resting upon her chest the whole time this serpent has been making her offer. Gently pushing it closed she offers her paw again, noticeably this time with more enthusiasm. "Well in that case, my name's Laura and I'd be happy to discuss such a proposition. Care to walk and talk?"

The snake tenderly takes the offered paw, planting a delicate kiss on it. Laura blushes and quietly leads hir away to where they can natter freely. It's fine by us as we can trade nods and hushed snickers without fear of repercussions while posing for photos from the flocking crowds outside the museum. The party runs its course rather uneventfully from then on. We sign autographs, flex to let a few thousand more cameras immortalize our beefy bods clad in the new costumes Miss Eleanor is apparently to thank for, and provide additional visual entertainment till the fun and games draw to a close.

"All right that's the last of them. Place is all yours." Laura replies in relief as the remaining patrons leave. "I'll check in as soon as I'm back and logged in, though I may possibly be a little slow in responding." The ringtail swallows as Eleanor approaches, offering her arm and blushing when the snake accepts. I'm admittedly more intrigued than I am concerned.

"Fine by us. We've got police back up for this one so we should be set." I reply, tossing the lightning ball I've been toying with for the fans into the sky then carefully closing the museum roof (like all public buildings it's hinged on one side so we can simply flip it up if either Rock or I need to glance at what's happening inside).

"Roger that. She should be here shortly. I'm signing off for now." Laura departs with her serpent and Rock and I do a quick survey of the square. From our vantage point all seems fairly clear, though neither of us accepts that at face value for even a second. Ironically while 400 feet may afford a perfect view for covering the exterior of a location, it puts us at rather a disadvantage for trying to catch someone who's indoors. It's thus why we need a normal sized point of view for this particular operation, and fortunately one soon becomes available when a police cruiser pulls up behind the museum and out steps an arctic fox.

"Shock? Rock? I'm Detective Rachel Graham, KCPD. Reading me up there?" The vulpine inquires. Tapping my specs I zoom in on her as she flashes a badge pinned to her vest.

"Shock here, getting you loud and clear. You're our inside eyes and ears for the evening?" I inquire.

"Affirmative on that. My job's keeping the exhibit under close guard while you two patrol the outside." Rachel slides a card through the service entrance key reader and steps into the museum. I kneel and watch through the windows as she goes about setting alarms and checking the building's systems. "What's the initial report on things?"

"All's clear so far. We've kind of been hoping you could give us a bit more background on who it is we're expecting to turn up tonight." Rock replies while I kneel and press my face against the glass, watching as the detective reaches the exhibit hall containing the masks and maps out the room.

"He calls himself "Ombre de Argent", roughly translated, "The Silver Shadow". Based on what we've gathered from the previous theft at your branch in Ottokan he's a coyote, roughly mid-20's with quite the talent for acrobatics and a keen eye for all the valuable relics your company has been digging up. Unfortunately we've got nothing concrete on motive just yet, but we believe he's either a former employee of Micro-Optimum or possibly working with an inside source as so far he's managed to best every manner of security your company has." The white vulpine lightly taps her foot on one of the pressure plates built into the floor around the displays, smiling when it sinks slightly to show it's now armed. Should anyone try to approach the masks in the normal manner, they'll quickly find themselves immersed in a thick cloud of knock out gas. Seeing this makes me smile too, though for very different reasons.

"That's it?" I ask.

"That's all I'm allowed to reveal for now. I trust you understand that, as this is an ongoing police investigation, there are a few facts I've been asked to keep confidential."

I turn to Rock and gesture to my glasses. He in turn smirks and takes the lead.

"We understand the police issue just fine, we're just perplexed since we're all working for the same company on this particular operation." My darling skunk replies.

The vixen halts as a shadow swallows her up. Hesitantly she turns around to view our faces taking up the entirety of the windows.

"Don't get us wrong, we can tell you're very much a well carried enforcer of the law, however not every law enforcer was made aware of the Ottokan theft, nor does every officer carry a badge etched with a Micro-Optimum ID tag that only shows up on an infra-red scan. There's also the little issue that you seem quite familiar with all the added security that was installed yesterday, such as that pressure plate, despite not having a floor plan or any notes to hand." Rock continues.

Rachel looks down at the floor again, now realizing her exquisite attention to detail has caught her out. I merely take a back seat and let my beloved mephit play Sherlock.

"Now taking into account you didn't bring any back up with you it's pretty obvious you've been tailing this 'Ombre' character for a while, enough to be trusted to deal with him on your own. That fits since, if, as you say, he has an inside angle, the most reasonable option would be to send another inside agent to counter his efforts. Add to that the doubt hanging on your previous words and I think we can safely say there's more to tell than just the official police issue spiel." Rock smiles warmly, bringing the white vulpine to sigh and fold her arms. "So, adding it all up, you're clearly here at the behest of the company and not the police, thus there's little need for secrecy."

"Yes well, regardless, I'm a cop first and an inside agent second....it's just Micro-Optimum pays far too well for me to refuse side-jobs like this." Rachel shrugs. Rock and I both snicker. "If you honestly must know, yes I've been following this guy ever since he first broke into that dig site of yours up in Korstein and made off with the scepter you recovered. Seemed like nothing more than simple burglary at the time, except none of the feelers I put out were able to report any sightings of it on the black market. From then on it's been the same thing, he'll take something of immeasurable value and it'll just vanish off the face of the earth. If he isn't selling them off for profit, there's gotta be something else afoot here."

"And how do you know it's always the same morph perpetrating each theft? Plenty out there who'd give their right paw to get their...well, right paw on the treasures we've been finding." I query. Rachel withdraws a business card, shaped like a coyote's print, and holds it up for my perusal.

"He leaves one of these at the scene of every crime, this one he actually dropped right into my lap, after handcuffing me to a pole and making his escape." Rachel glowers while clenching a fist. "Can't believe I actually let him get that close and yet still lost him!"

I zoom in on the card, noting the print is clearly that of a foot, and has been painted with some type of reflective finish so it gives off a silvery aura in the pale moon light. "Bit of a personal angle on this case then, detective?"

Rachel looks away, though there's nary a flicker of denial in her body language.

"Maybe....a little bit." She puts away the card away and sighs. "I need to check all the other exits and entrances are secured. You two got the outside covered?"

"Every inch from roof to ground." I reply. Rachel adjusts her clothes and heads off into the other wings of the museum while Rock and I stand vigilantly around the perimeter, sweeping our gaze across the bright lights of the city and seeing all there is to see.

"May want to keep the fans at bay though. He could use them as a distraction to slip by us." I venture as the ground continues to mass with morphs wanting to see what the two titans of the city are up to.

"Good thinking....although...." Rock hmmms as he makes the perimeter of rose bushes around the museum grow about eight feet higher, limiting our adoring public to the sidewalks outside. "I dunno, the more I think about it, the more preferable the idea of letting him make the heist sounds. At least then the contingency plan would kick in and make things a heck of a lot easier."

I meditate on the possibility, tossing another small ball of lightning between my paws. My skunk speaks true about the facilitation aspect, though what would happen as a result still gives me pause.

"Perhaps, but I'd rather not push our luck. Sure he'd be easier to catch, but he'd also be a lot more dangerous. Speaking of which..." I tap my specs. "Rachel, you about done with your check-ups?"

"Affirmative, Shock. I just need to head to the monitoring room for a second then I'll return to the masks. Place looks to be locked pretty tight on the doors, nothing that can be easily picked. Anything happening on the roof?"

Though I know it'll make no difference I scan the top of the museum. "Nothing, but I don't think he'll be using the roof to get in either. Too easy to be spotted by one of us."

Rachel growls in frustration. "Well there's gotta be something we're missing. Hmmm..."

I see her pass by one of the windows, paws noticeably still clenched as she tries to think of any other way this thief might be able to get the drop on her again.

"Did your contact at Micro-Optimum mention anything else about the nature of this operation?" I ask.

The vulpine looks at me through the glass. "Nothing besides we've basically set up the whole museum as one giant trap for our mutual grievance, and really that's about all I needed to hear to agree to do this. Why?"

I debate for a moment on whether to follow, and decide it best since, as Rock said, we're in this together and shouldn't be keeping secrets.

"Well, if it'll put your mind anymore at ease, even if dear Ombre succeeds we've still got...."

WEE-OOH! WEE-OOH! WEE-OOH!!

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_ _ We all jump as the museum suddenly blazes with red lights and wailing klaxons.

"Wha? Never mind, we'll talk later. Get to the masks!" Rachel tears off back in the direction of the new exhibit wing. I take a moment to follow, having been cleanly winded by first the noise, then the apparent notion that despite my best efforts, Ombre has still somehow slipped past. By the time I've stepped back over, Rock has already unlocked the roof and lifted it up, revealing that although the alarm has been tripped, the masks are mercifully undisturbed. Praise be that I can now let my pride suffer from the harsh truth that someone has managed to defy my superior eyes and ears without worrying about additional repercussions.

Seconds later Rachel charges in, disarms the alarm then tries the lights. The results aren't favorable so she flicks her gun's flashlight on and takes aim. We all scan every last inch of the wing, but neither I nor my skunk can see any other morphs.

"He can't have split, can he?" I say.

"Not likely, not if his prizes are still here." Rachel responds. Swiftly she kicks the door shut and calls out. "Alright Ombre, been a nice game of hide and seek we've played till this point but tonight is where it ends. I've got a view of every exit from this room and the two very large males with me have both the roof and the entirety of the grounds outside covered. There's no where for you to run!"

For a second silence reigns, but then comes the rhythmic beat of slow, admiring applause.

"Magnifique, ma fleur blanche. Magnifique." A lowly accented voice echoes from the darkness. "Et pour vous aussi, cher tuteurs. Clearly I have been making the rounds of the company boardroom if they're now sending their biggest assets after me."

Handing the roof to me, Rock leans in to try and spy any movement, any sign of a being in the midst of the exhibit area. Unfortunately this quickly proves another instance of where size can work against us as he just serves to keep the room in almost pitch blackness, his wide spanning back blocking all light from the moon.

"My express congratulations to whomever had the idea of installing the laser net across the ceiling instead of the floor this time. Thought for sure I'd mapped every one of your little tricks but still you manage to surprise."

Rachel growls as she nears another light switch and tries it. Still nothing but taunting clicks.

"Ah yes, I do apologize but I came across the main fuse box for this place on my way in and...well temptation makes fools of us all." Ombre replies. "For the better really, now perhaps we can actually talk this over for once, non?"

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_ _ Something catches Rachel's eye, and, to our combined surprise, she proceeds to blast away into the darkness.

"Guess not. How tragic."

A rustle echoes from elsewhere in the exhibit and the vixen shoots up another poor wooden panel. I'm now mildly concerned that our means to catch this thief may end up costing the museum more than said thief is.

"Um, Rachel, we are aiming to take this guy in alive, right?" I say as the arctic vixen whirls around and tracks her gun across the far side of the room.

"They're just stun darts. Nothing fatal." Rachel retorts, eyes glowering as she keeps trying to find her prey in the dark labyrinth of displays.

"Well be that as it may, there's a lot of valuable, not to mention fragile stuff in there so still.....hmm, never mind. Shock, can you reach the chandelier?" Rock asks. I stare questioningly, but soon get the gist when he gives me a wink. Pulling the large beaded ornament free from the ceiling I cut through the power cables with my claws, then press the exposed wires to my thumb.

"Shield your eyes detective, this is going to be bright!" I proceed to feed the lights a massive amount of juice. In an instant the interior of the museum erupts with an almost heavenly white aura, the lightbulbs audibly hissing with the strain of carrying so much voltage. Quickly I peer into one of the windows and behold the now perfectly lit room, just as something begins to inch it's way up from behind one of the display cases.

"Okay Rachel, to your left, main display!" I say. With seasoned precision, the arctic vixen turns and locks on her target. The shape, realizing it's been caught, breaks the glass case open and attempts to grab the mask inside, so the dear vixen duly responds by firing away again. Ombre abandons his reach and ducks under the first volley, darting from the display to the far side of the wing.

"Grrr, give it up, Ombre! You're not escaping me this time!"

"Ohh mon cherie, when the time comes I'd wish to be caught by no one else than yourself. Malheureusement, I fear I must remain at large for a bit longer." He dodges another shot behind one of the columns, out of sight from what's visible through the windows. As Rachel gives pursuit he zips to another column then another, leading her on another goose chase around the room, till finally the lightbulbs can take no more of my super charging and blow out.

"DAMMIT!" Rachel screams as the room plunges back into darkness again. "Now I can't see anything till my eyes adjust!" She rubs at her face, blindly stumbling back towards the broken display. Scanning the room again, I spot something emerging from the shadows and make another mad dash for the mask.

There's no time for us to think, instinct acts on its own. Rock slams his fist into the ground to trigger a very localized earthquake, while I zero in on Ombre and flick a low powered bolt of lightning at him. It's a quick but effective response, and it'd have worked beautifully if not for one thing: by the time both our attacks hit, the guy's already closed the distance between him and the case, while Rachel is still between them. As such when he loses his footing he goes flying into her stomach, and she gets tackled into the case, with the two of them ending up in a crumbled mess of shattered glass and wooden splinters.

"Oooh, oops." Rock meeps. "Umm, Rachel are you okay?"

Much coughing and groaning issues from under the quivering Ombre as our dear vixen pushes him off.

"Yeah, *cough* rather frazzled and short on *cough* breath, but I'm good."

I tap my specs and zoom in on Ombre. As theorized he is indeed a coyote, and certainly as silver as they come. His fur, what I can see of it under the high-tech sneak suit he's wearing, practically shimmers in the moonlight, almost as if it were metal rather than fur. Looking at him I'm suddenly beset by some old memories, some reclamation of my past self before I became a lightning god, and my suspicions about him increase exponentially.

"Well he's yours for the taking now. Want me to hold him down while you get the cuffs.....out..." My voice stills as Rachel extracts herself from the destroyed display piece, and reveals that in the hassle the mask has slid off its mount and onto her. "Um....Rachael, I think you've got something on your face."

"Oui, permit me to take care of that for you, ma gendarme belle." I whip around to see Ombre back on his feet and running to the vixen. Quickly I move to grab him but no sooner have I raised my paw than he's suddenly reversed course and flown clear across to the other side of the room.

"Wha?" Rachel blinks, staring through the mask in utter bewilderment as her target slowly regains consciousness from the 100 yard flight. Looking down at her arm, the vixen gasps as she sees the muscles on it have swollen to almost three times their normal size. Shivering at this, she checks her other arm and sees it's bulking up too. In fact her whole body has started to pack on additional might. "What is this?"

I swallow heavily, dread mixing with fascination as I answer. "That's the contingency plan."

The arctic vixen gasps, watching herself getting bigger by the second. Her clothes start to creak and fray, seams popping as she tentatively flexes. Her now bowling ball sized biceps burst right through both her shirt and her jacket, finishing off the rest of her sleeves when she flexes again and they're joined by the watermelon size triceps. "This...This..." She looks down and murrs deliciously at the sight of her breasts also expanding outward. "This is incredible!"

"Indeed..." Rock responds, clearly as amazed as the rest of us. Rachel attempts to get up from the display wreckage, only to stumble and fall back on her butt as the rapid growth of her legs throws off her balance. Her pants are soon reduced to shreds as striated, white furred muscle surges forth from within, her foot paws pushing the other displays over as they get longer and larger. "But it's kind of throwing a wrench in the plan here. Can you get the mask off your face?"

"Hmm?...uh right..." Rachel reaches up and tries to remove it, though the task is impeded by the fact that her fingers have now swollen to the size of train cars and the mask itself isn't growing with her. Inevitably her effort only succeeds in dislodging it so it falls into her chest and is promptly swallowed up by her cleavage. "Damn...s-sorry." She tries to dig it out, and murrs even louder when her vest breaks apart to let her tits swell out. "Ooooh....can't concentrate....feels too good!"

I'm further intrigued, heck if there weren't more pressing matters to hand I'd actually want to watch this play out. Rock and I have had the inside dirt on the true nature of the masks for a while, but never have either of us gotten to see one in action. Sadly right now it looks like we gotta pick up the slack here as a check on Ombre shows he's come round from the crash against the wall.

"Don't even..." I start, right before he flips to his feet and makes a renewed attempt for the growing vixen. This time however she proves useful in her predicament as one of her feet hits the pressure plate and throws up a wall of knock out gas between her and the coyote. Seeing we've still got the roof open, Ombre fires a grappling hook from his suit into a hole I now notice has been drilled into one of the panels (his point of entry perhaps?) and attempts to lift himself up and over this obstacle.

I promptly slam the roof back down on the museum, nearly catching my skunk's fingers in the process.

"Ack! Shock, what are you doing?"

"Hopefully that should incapacitate him, since the gas can't dissipate." I explain. Rock looks uneasy.

"And what of our dear vixen when she ends up growing too big for the room to contain her?" He asks.

"......ahhhh." I bleat weakly, realizing the slight flaw in my plan. Hearing a thunk and a yelp of pain from inside the museum I hastily try to get the roof open again, only to be knocked off my feet when two giant footpaws kick down one of the walls and nail me in the shins. Down I go over the rose bushes to a crashing collapse in the street and the park outside. Rolling over and rubbing my legs, I watch in dismay as two black furred fists punch out the windows, knocking Rock for a loop as they reach up and tear off the roof. Smashing apart the rest of the ruined building, Rachel finally extracts herself and cries aloud in ecstasy, standing now at 280 feet tall with the pitiful remainder of her clothes tumbling off a body that's packed with almost as much muscle as Rock or my own. I am left quite breathless as to just how huge she's gotten in every department, and in such a short space of time too! Not to mention how much the look seems to appeal to her.

As she passes the 300 foot mark, Rachel takes a moment to check herself out, flexing and panting raggedly that she now possess biceps the size of small mountains and calves that dwarf skyscrapers. Hefting her chest again the vixen nearly orgasms when she feels her breasts are both big enough and definitely heavy enough to match all her bulk, supported perfectly by a fine pair of steely pectorals and a brick wall of eight solid abs underneath.

"Rachel?" I ask hesitantly as I walk over to her, the Amazonian vixen glancing up with awe as my face gradually gets closer and closer.

"Oh...my....GOD! Look at me! I'm....I'm like uber-fox!" She gushes, flexing again and watching the veins covering her might inflate as her growing form demands increasing amounts of blood. "Oooh, and it feels so...gooood!" She hugs herself and moans as her massive, impervious lats roll and expand into her paws. Rubbing back over herself she reaches between her legs and teases at the moist, swollen folds of her immense sex, potent smelling juice trickling down the canyons of her legs to land on the ground in huge, pond size splats.

"So I see. Well we'll be happy to explain why in a moment, but first let's get that mask off you so you don't get too big here." I try and find where the offending artifact has lodged itself, but something causes Rachel to tear away.

"Wait...wait just a minute...where's Ombre?"

I look into the crumbled rubble of the museum, but there's no trace of the coyote.

"He's....well, I honestly don't believe it, he's gone." I look to my partner. "Rock?"

My skunk shakes his head as he gets back to his feet. Rachel quickly turns and scans the surrounding buildings, her teeth glowing in the moonlight as something small and fast somersaults out of a tree and onto a nearby fire escape.

"There he is! Ombre, halt!" She growls, her body instantly gaining 50 more feet and a few additional tons of muscle in reaction. Veins now bristle across her immense might as she charges across the street, asphalt turning to dust under her footpaws while cars (those that weren't able to stop in time to veer around) crumble into scrap as they collide against her ankles. Reaching the other side she grabs the fire escape and rips it off, taking a good chunk of the building's wall out in the process.

"Dammit, stop running you felon! You can't hide from me now!" She roars as the coyote merely backflips of the fire escape and onto the roof. Enraged, Rachel makes a grab for him but her target is too fast for her to catch. Instead she ends up putting her fist through several floors while Ombre executes a perfect dive into a window across the alleyway and gives the vixen the slip again. As such, said vixen vents by shoving her fingers through the windows and reducing yet another structure to gravel. Things, suffice to say, are quickly getting out of control.

"Rachel, spirits, RACHEL WAIT!" I cry as the vixen blindly tosses the refuse aside, sending boulders the size of phone booths raining down onto the morphs on the sidewalk. There's no sign of him on the floor he entered so she checks the next floor down. There's apparently no sign of him there either, so she just grabs the base of the building and pulls the whole thing out of the ground as one would uproot a bothersome weed.

"Rachel..." I warn as the vixen starts violently shaking the structure, apparently not noticing nor hearing the several dozen morphs I can see being thrown out of the windows. Finally the silver furred coyote leaps free of the crumbling structure and vanishes into the alleyways beyond, prompting the vixen to cry out in frustration and prepare to hurl the building and its remaining inhabitants into orbit.

"STOP!" I command, tazering the vixen with a lightning cascade. This causes her to promptly lose her grip on the building but fortunately Rock is there to catch and carefully set it down as our subdued companion collapses into the wreckage of her rampage.

"And yet again, much like the Bustress, we see why the power of a macro is not something that should be bestowed upon normal folk willy nilly." Rock mutters while helping the tiny residents escape their crumbling apartments to reach the safety of the ground outside. Priming a second charge I approach the quivering titan, praying I'm not going to have to do further damage as she gets up and fixes me with a fiery death glare.

"Rachel..."

"What did you do that for!? He's getting away! I can't let him escape again!" She makes to shove me aside so I give her the full brunt of a lightning ball, following with a fist to her stomach so she gets blown backward into the park where Rock helpfully summons a forest of vines to tie her up.

"If you would please just listen for a second we could put your fears at ease on that." My skunk sternly says as the vixen thrashes violently against her bonds. Now reaching 370 feet she puts up quite the struggle, so much so Rock is having to literally uproot whole sections of the park in order to get enough plant matter to hold her down. "Ombre's not about to go anywhere, not while you still have that mask on you!"

Panting and growling as more vines replace the ones she's busted off, the vixen stares daggers at us. "And how do you figure that?"

Rock points to her chest, swallowing at the sight of those luscious tits growing through the plant life and jiggling most deliciously. "Micro-Optimum took a few...creative liberties with the reports on their findings. The other masks were indeed all recent discoveries, but the one you have has actually been sitting in a stasis container in a lab for the last year."

Rachel ceases to thrash.

"The archeological boys recovered it from an underground temple near Korstein, though when they learned of it's ability to make morphs larger they had it secured at headquarters so it couldn't cause any accidents. When the other masks were found the head honchos hatched a plan for the exhibition, reasoning that if you weren't able to catch Ombre we could since he'd hardly be able to hide when macro sized." Rock explains.

Rachel hmmms at this and flexes, the mere tensing of her enormous muscles triggering a symphony of snaps as all the vines are ripped apart. To our relief she doesn't immediately run off again, merely stands up and dusts down her fur. "Well be that as it may, he's still on the loose so your little plan so far isn't working."

"Perhaps not, but neither is your method for trying to apprehend him." I say, my voice carefully tuned to draw the vixen's attention with its accusation. "Look at what you've done, Rachel. Destroying public property, endangering countless lives by flinging buildings around will-nilly, do you really deem that acceptable in the cause of 'to serve and protect'?"

That hits the mark right home. Rachel looks around at the devastation she's caused and all anger departs from her body. Literally everything slumps as if the weight of her immense form is getting to be too much for her to carry, the shame of what she sees causing the vixen to back away from the crowded sidewalks and fold her ears down.

"No...no it isn't. Just the power, and the pleasure it felt to be so big and strong....." She bows her head. "Okay you're right, I got a little carried away. What do you two suggest? I obviously need some pointers on this whole macro thing."

I scan over the vulpine, watching as she hits the 400 foot mark and can now make eye level contact with me while her body gently bulges and rolls with gorgeously detailed musculature. I think back to my previous suspicions and quickly come up with a new course of action.

"Don't chase after him, let him come to us. I think you may yet prove your worth as a giant." I assure. Rachel looks unconvinced.

"What makes you so certain of...huh?"

As if more proof were needed, something suddenly streaks across the sky and lands in the vixen's breasts. While the initial impact goes unnoticed, the sudden bounce as her tits seemingly take on a life of their own definitely stops her in her tracks.

"What the...?"

A silver furred head pops out of the vulpine's cleavage, the wobble of flesh joined by a new chorus of creaks and pops as the mask finds a new specimen to work it's magic on. Valiantly, Ombre fights to pull the damn thing out of Rachel's boobs, trying his best to not be hindered as his own body rips and shreds its way out of his sneak suit, while above Rachel just stares aghast at this sudden invasion of her personal space.

"Why you!" She makes to grab him again, only he ducks and pulls himself downward out of her reach, his suit splitting loudly down the back as his lats and delts swell from the effort. Grunting, Rachel slams her breasts together and tries to smoosh him into submission, but that too hits a snag as the more she squeezes, the faster he grows and forces himself out of her. It finally reaches a head when the continuing addition of extra weight causes the vixen to overbalance and face plant into a shopping mall on the other side of the park.

"*cough* Grrrrrr, stop struggling you little....ooooh....and stop touching me there!" The vixen grumbles as we run over and check everything is okay. The few security guards that were patrolling the mall all manage to wriggle their way free of the wreckage (thank the spirits the place had already closed up for the night) so we turn our attention to our fellow titans. By now Ombre's half her height, thus her efforts to try and keep him pinned down are proving increasingly fruitless. As we get a better look at the two it's also apparent there's an additional factor gumming things up: the constant grind of his expanding muscles against hers is...noticeably distracting the vixen's concentration.

"I would if I could, ma cherie, but it seems you're rather enjoying getting to be so close to me again." Rachel glares at the coyote as his muzzle bumps against her chin. "And once again, for what it's worth, I truly am sorry I cannot stay here and keep you company."

He smiles sweetly, then kisses the vixen. Both Rock and I prime ourselves for another violent reaction....yet as the seconds tick by, Rachel's resistance is noticeably not forthcoming. Heck, if anything the lip lock actually seems to please to her as Ombre is able to grab her shoulders, roll her over, then push himself off before she finally breaks and hacks up dust from the rubble.

"Oop, sorry about that too." He stumbles away from us, wobbling crazily from the constantly changing dimensions of his body. Feeling something press against his chin he pulls his suit open and pants as his chest balloons out, those amazing pecs swelling almost like tits in and of themselves, except the deeply corded striations on them prove they're not fat but pure raw power. Leaning his head back, the coyote gasps as he hits the hard, velvet cover of his now mountainous traps, muscle moving in to cushion him from every side as his shoulders erupt out of their prison and his inflating arms tear through the sleeves with ease. Unable to resist, Ombre extends a claw and cuts apart his pants, his tongue lustfully lapping at his pecs which leads to an orgasmic howl as said pants burst open, releasing his legs and the mountain of heavy canid scrotum. He looks absolutely beautiful, every inch of him sculpting itself till all is perfection, with that cute face of his crowning the top. I actually kind of feel bad for having to interrupt such a transformation, but he's now at the 380 foot mark, and frankly taking him down is going to be a lot easier if Rock and I have at least a slight height advantage.

"Okay Ombre, nice little excursion you've lead us on around the city, and I don't deny you're certainly looking a heck of a lot more gorgeous. But frankly I got questions of my own that I wish to ask, and your acrobatics are hardly going to be of any use now that you're on our level for size." I say, assuming a combat stance while Rock ignites his fists. "Hand over the mask and consider yourself under arrest."

Ombre looks at the two of us endearingly, his body flexing so delightfully as the few remaining scraps of his clothes fall off and his sheath bumps gently against mine. "No doubt you do. However, if you two will at least consent to hear me out for a moment, I really, really cannot allow this mask to be out in the open or in Micro-Optimum's paws any longer. It's not a matter of me wanting it, so much as it is I'm not the only one who wants it."

My eyebrow cocks, the suspicion inside me raging like a fire that's just gotten a good soaking of gasoline. "What are you talking about?"

Ombre tactfully steps away from us, holding the mask behind his back. "Vous will listen?"

I clench my paws, lightning arching wildly between them.

"Vous will keep an open mind on what I have to say?"

My gut instinct is to just fry this damn yote, but as I look into those eyes of his and see they shimmer with perfect sincerity, my determination wavers. Hesitantly I glance at Rock, and see my skunk is obviously picking up the same vibe.

"Make it quick, what's really going on here, Ombre?"

"I'll tell you what's going on!" All three of us look over at Rachel, and then we all look at the sky as the vixen launches herself at the coyote, sending him barreling into us, which in turn sends all of us crashing back into the park again. "I'm finally taking you in, and putting an end to your damn crime spree!"

Ombre coughs and struggles for breath as Rachel wraps one of her steely arms around his neck and heaves him off us, fighting for his voice as she reads him the usual spiel about his rights and asks him if he understands. "Je...*cough*...comprends parfaitement, ma cherie. However I...*hack*...have a few words to say in return. Oui you may be taking me in....but this crime spree will not stop with me."

Rachel pauses in her procedure, eyeing her captive with severe distrust. "What do you..."

And then something out of the corner of her eye distracts her again. Another streak of movement against the night sky that swoops down out of nowhere, snatches the mask from where it landed during our tumble and flies back up to one of the nearby buildings.

"Merde, I knew she couldn't...*cough*....be far behind." Ombre says sullenly.

Pulling myself off my skunk, I tap my specs and zoom in on this new entry, discovering it to be a purple toned panther wearing a similar sneak suit under a hood and flowing coat.

"Awww, poor Ombre. Should have listened to me when I said your noble quest to try and return all these relics was a hopeless waste. Ah well, perfect opportunity to make up for lost time." The feline playfully chides, taunting us by waving the mask about before firing her grappling hook into another building and disappearing into the night. "See ya in a bit!"

"Huh? What...." Rachel blinks and glares at Ombre, angrily flexing her enormous biceps against his throat. "What was that?"

Ombre chokes, frantically pulling at the vixen's arm. Sighing, Rock grabs the offending limb and wrenches it away. "Oh for the sake of the spirits Rachel, the guy can't talk if he can't breathe!"

Ombre pulls himself free, gasping hungrily for air. "I...have...little time to explain now. Let's just say we need to follow her and get that mask back epargnons!"

I scan the city's horizon, tracking all the possible routes the feline could have taken from her starting point. "Why, what's her angle in all of this? And what did she mean by 'your noble quest'?"

The silver coyote coughs and stares up at me, looking almost like he's pleading in spite of his titanic height and godly build. "Would you believe my objective in taking all those artifacts from you was nothing more than just wanting to keep them out of more dangerous paws?"

Behind him I hear Rachel huff. "Yeah sure, that's likely."

I, however, am not so convinced. There's something about the whole night's proceedings that just seems off, something that keeps stirring up old memories in me from the time when I was but a simple native of the land. Rapidly replaying through everything in my head I finally locate what it is, and realization again hits me in the face like a cold wet towel.

"No, he's right!" I proclaim, to the surprise of all around me.

"What?" Rock asks.

"The hell?" Rachel finishes.

"He's telling the truth! Look, I'll...I mean we...Ombre and I will both explain soon. But we do need to get that panther! Rachel, can you get word out to the police for an APB?"

The vixen respectfully looks at me like I've gone insane. "Shock, you're not making any sense here."

"Rachel, do you trust us?" Rock asks. The vixen hesitantly nods. "Do you want to end this crime spree and come out hailed as a hero of the police force?"

The white fox takes a deep breath, thinks it over and reluctantly nods again.

"Then do as he says and let Ombre go. Maybe we can reach her before she uses that mask for whatever she intends." My skunk commands. Sighing, and will a narrowing of the eyes that shows how much she loathes this course of action, Rachel walks over to two black and whites that have pulled up by the destroyed mall. After they get over the initial shock of seeing one of their own number towering over them, naked and far stronger than they remember her, the officers radio in her description of the panther while I turn to give my darling mephit a quick kiss for his support.

"Thank you." I whisper, to which Rock simply sighs and licks my nose.

"Just don't be too long in revealing what the hell is actually going on here please, cause I'm still completely lost." He replies. I smirk and open a channel to HQ as we take off after our new target.

"Shock to base, Laura are you there?" There's a noticeable lag before I get a response, which is par for the course since the dear ringtail has a good reason for being slow tonight.

"I'm here, Shock. What's going on?" She says somewhat breathlessly.

"To put it in simple terms, the plan for apprehending the one stealing all our finds is getting way out of paw. I need you to link me with all police communications so we can try to track down the one responsible."

"Roger that, I'm connecting you with dispatch now. Please keep the channel open cause I'm going to need to report on what's happening to the higher ups as....mmm...Eleanor please, I'm trying to work!"

I bite my tongue and run faster as the chatter of officers co-ordinating their efforts come pouring in, slowing only when Ombre suddenly appears beside us, backflipping onto a building then doing a flying leap across an entire neighborhood to keep pace.

"What was that about him not being able to use his acrobatic skills while giant again?" Rock playfully nudges...right before the silver coyote misses his landing point and goes tumbling into a bowling alley, his keen sense of balance no doubt thrown off by all the extra bulk and having to swing around his new oversized scrotum.

"Just as I said." I retort, running over to help Ombre up and checking all those underneath him are okay. "Think you hit a perfect strike there."

The coyote meekly consents to just run along with us as we get a heads up on our target from the police helicopters.

"SW-313 to dispatch, suspect spotted moving south across the rooftops towards 9th and Elm...ksssh...correction, make that 13th and Elm....kssssh....wait lost her, moving to reacquire...."

We adjust our direction accordingly and I scan the terrain again to try and guess where the stealthy feline might have headed next. "Don't suppose you'd still care to spill the beans on who this friend of yours is would you, Ombre?"

The coyote stumbles up behind, finding it rather a challenge to plant his feet in places where there are neither cars, houses nor civillians underfoot. . "She calls herself Shanika, and she was my contact within your organization. She originally offered to let me know any time your archeological team uncovered an accursed artifact, and help me devise ways to steal them. However, it seems her reasons for doing so weren't quite as honest as mine."

I hmm, comparing this with what else I've seen thus far and finding it fits my conclusions. Doesn't paint our dear coyote in such a good light but, well, least I know he's being trustworthy for the moment.

"SW-313 to dispatch, suspect reacquired on top of abandoned building at 30th and St. Raleigh. Now entering premises and seems to be trying to hide from us. Notify all patrols in area."

"Roger 313, units PC-126 and 149 en-route. ETA two minutes." The voices crackle over my specs. Quickly we tear like heck across the city to the aforementioned location, just as two police cars pull up and all four of their occupants jump out with their guns drawn.

"Good of you to turn up, Shock, Rock. We'll go in first and see if we can route her out. You guys mind covering the outside?" One of the officers ask. I look over the exterior of the building and see nothing out of the ordinary.

"If you so wish, just be careful please. She's got something rather hazardous in her possession." I warn. The little policemorphs give us the thumbs up.

"Will do, oh and uh, Detective Graham, she should be here shortly as well." He shrugs, looking a might confused. "You really must tell us what the heck you've been doing with her after this is over."

I roll my eyes and take up a sentry position, cautiously cracking my knuckles as I peer into the dark windows of the building. "Anything else we might need to know about Miss Shanika, Ombre?"

The coyote carefully squats, finding his newly hyper sized balls provide an excellently supportive cushion for sitting on. "She's obviously power mad and not someone you want to keep close at paw. That's about the extent I learned before I decided to sever contact with her and go at my operations solo. Always figured she'd eventually track me down again though, when the opportunity prevented itself."

I carefully form a lightning ball in my paws, Rock fanning green flames across his fur as the tiny twinkles of flashlights search the building. As the seconds slowly tick by without anything happening I hesitantly entertain the possibility that the police may very well be able to nip this problem in the bud before it gets any worse.

And, of course, when I do is when fate decides to prove I'm far too naive. A purple furred fist comes crashing through the wall of the third floor, opening to let two of the officers plummet to the street outside while the third comes running out of the main entrance carrying his partner over his shoulder.

"Repeat, situation is now a 409! We need back up now!" He screams into his radio as the entire structure starts to rumble threateningly. Quickly I convert the lightning ball into two streams of electricity and try to cocoon the building, Rock taking up the defensive by summoning stalagmites out of the ground to create an impenetrable wall around the block. Masonry flakes and crumbles off the dilapidated residence as something increasingly bad goes on inside, but again it seems our combined efforts may yet keep things contained....

...that is until the rock wall explodes and we're all sent flying as masonry pelts us and the surrounding blocks.

"Heh heh heh, oh you boys. Momma never told you not to walk in on a girl when she's preoccupied?" Shanika chides with a subtle laugh. Heaving boulders off my face I rub my eyes clean of dust and then retrieve my glasses to get a look at the panther. Despite having only managed 120 feet so far she's already attained three times the muscle mass that both Ombre and Rachel were able to achieve when they first felt the mask's effects, her coat and suit now stretched like two additional layers of skin that are quickly coming apart as she flexes and lowly moans. "Mmmm yes, oooh my word, at last! Now, the true fun begins!"

I hastily check on Rock and Ombre, seeing they've been flung far away in opposite directions but otherwise seem to still be conscious. Since that, however, means I'm on my own for the moment I leap to my feet and charge at the feline, lightning leaping like crazy from my muscles as I prime to fry some fur....which ends rather humiliatingly with her catching my fist in her paw then grabbing my neck as she bears the brunt of the electric shock.

"MMmmmm, no, I don't think so. Not yet." She purrs, the sleeves of her jacket tearing and falling away to let a truly masterful set of blimp sized purple biceps and triceps out. Despite still being a good 200 feet smaller than me, she hurls me into the adjoining block with ease, though mercifully I don't land quite as hard since she doesn't have much reach. Groaning and rolling over, I watch the rest of her transformation unfold, watch as her hood falls off, the coat splitting down the back by the release of rising traps to release a cascade of mauve tinted hair all over the expanding muscles. She turns her head, finds herself quickly being surrounded on all sides by sweet, impervious might. She flexes her expanding arms and moans louder as she begins feeling herself all over. "Ohhh yes...the power!"

I swallow heavily, feeling my attention waver again as my target grows into absolute beauty. Lustfully she claws at her breasts through the material of her suit, her tongue hanging limply from her mouth as they just push her paws further and further out. With a teasing ZZZZZZIIIIP! and a SNAP! her suit pulls itself open, revealing a rather comical t-shirt underneath depicting a race car zipping across the front with the slogan "LET 'EM RIP!" following behind it.

"The absolute power!" She cries orgasmically, taking her fraying t-shirt's advice and tearing it apart to release her immense boobs. They're gorgeous to behold, nearly the size of the moon with such temptingly erect nipples capping them in dark purple flesh. Grinning a mouth full of white, razor sharp teeth, Shanika gives them a flex and gushes as the pectorals behind them quickly bulk up to take the weight. "I...am...a....GODDESS!!!"

Breathing heavily and kicking my mind back to reality, I get to my feet again, ignoring the painful arousal in my crotch as I get a bearing on my opponent. She's growing far faster than anything I've seen, and so long as that mask is still on her person that probably means she won't be stopping any time soon. The danger of this becomes increasingly clear as she passes the 400 foot mark, gives her pert butt and convoy sized legs a celebratory flex, and sends her pants into the afterlife. Now completely nude, the panther steps onto the busy streets, her emergence heralded with a symphony of car alarms triggered by the resulting shock waves. Flexing again she checks her new self out, howling in the bliss of a second orgasm as she feels her godly might roll and ripple with each movement. I notice I can't see the mask anywhere on her, yet she's still growing faster and faster as something gets her attention and she glances down at the rapidly disappearing ground.

"Ooooh, you little commoners come to gaze at the birth of your new ruler?" She coos, curling an arm behind her head and cutting a body builder pose as morphs leave their cars and flock around her feet.

"Yes, yes worship me! Revel in my strength! My beauty! My power!" She moans, fanning out her hair like a fashion starlet then heaving up her titanic breasts to show off how awesome her abs are. They're pretty awesome too I must admit, eight solid blocks of fur so finely chiseled and sculpted they almost put Rock or my own to shame. Almost.

Swallowing again, I tap my specs and zoom in on the crowd. Despite the constant hindrance of the panther feet pushing them back, more and more morphs are flocking to see this new wonder that has sprung from their city, several of them high fiving each other at getting front row seats to such a spectacle. I frankly don't blame them, specially seeing as she's now at 600 feet and still growing strong, which is already far larger than any other macro that's ever appeared around these parts.

As my eyes fight to keep taking this purple toned monstrosity in, I realize I should probably get back to doing something to amend the situation. At the very least arrest Miss Shanika's development before she starts taking out city blocks via the sheer volume of her body. Looking around I spy an electric substation in the distance and run over to it, pulling several of the high voltage cables down and closing my paw around the bare, sizzling wires.

"Laura, Shock here. Contact every power station in the region and tell them to fire up their auxiliary reactors to max. We're facing possibly one of the biggest problems yet and I'm going to need all the juice they can spare!".

"Roger that, Shock. I'm sending word to have Haokah primed as well. Do whatever you have to till it's ready!" The ringtail cooly commands.

Closing my eyes and focusing my energy, I tap into the might of the national grid, channeling its full electric force through my body. All around I can feel every muscle erupt in flames, my costume crinkling as the heat of so much voltage wears away at it, and as I start gaining some additional height of my own from the overcharge. Much as I know I've got a cat to put down, I savor the sensation for just a moment. Spirits above, I feel so alive when I'm like this!

I turn to face Shanika, raise my paw as if to defy the world, and proceed to let the panther have the worst of it. The thundering crash shatters the night sky like glass, the city blocks around me glowing like lanterns before the feline is silenced by a crushing tumble into the financial sector. Ceasing the attack, then dropping the cables, I take another moment to stretch and let my muscles burst out of my costume before running over to survey the damage, just as Rock finally reappears and leaps down to the smoking crater.

"Well, that's the first time I've seen you really cut loose in a while. I admit I've missed the sight." My beloved skunk murrs, looking at my now 450 foot frame and rubbing

my exposed biceps.

"Don't get distracted, that was merely just to get her down, not take her out." I carefully peer into the crater, seeing a purple mass of steaming but otherwise unharmed fur and muscle. "Where's Ombre?"

"Getting his bearings. Poor guy got a 20 ton stone block directly to the head so he's still a little woozy." Rock replies, just as two monolithic footpaws slam into us and send us hurtling back into the commercial sector. Shanika wastes no time in righting herself, and looks little worse for wear besides a few scorch marks.

"What a pity, I so wanted him to see the true fruits his labour could have born, if only he'd seen things my way." She says, tsking as we rise and stand ready to attack again. "Really do you two think you stand a chance against me? Considering I'm rapidly dwarfing you by the second?" She asks, gazing down now from 730 feet with almost a pity in her eyes at our seemingly misplaced confidence.

"It's going to take more than mere height difference to deter us." I reply.

"Specially considering your motives are anything but beneficial to the populace...and you're stealing all our fans from us." Rock adds, staring reproachfully at the crowds still flocking around the panther's feet. Some of them actually seem to pick up on this as they turn to view us, blush in shame and quickly mouth their apologies.

"Beneficial? To such tiny nothings? Ha!" Shanika rumbles, grinning at us like a truly maniacal monster. "This is the time of MY dominancy now! And if you honestly think you can stop me, then behold!"

She raises one foot and crushes a city block as if it were a bunch of wet cardboard boxes. "I am strong, STRONG, STRONG! My claws glow with the sharpness of finely crafted sabers!" She flicks out her built in weaponry and lets the glint of their lethally honed edges say the rest. "My breasts hold as much the nurturing milk of a mother as they do the unstoppable force of death!" She demonstrates again by swaying her body from side to side, neatly cleaving the tops off skyscrapers with a fat smack of her mammaries."My breath brings the force of hurricane winds, and my skin, as you now see, bears the imperviousness of steel. I am armed and armored against anything!"

On our end, Rock and I just glower, patiently waiting for the panther to finish. Perking her ears, Shanika turns to us again. "Well, my dear Shock and Rock, do you still think you stand a chance?"

We remain mute, knowing there has to be more to this little ego tirade. Indeed the panther then appears to get an idea and offers a paw. "But yet, I can see you both have much potential. Certainly two such fine specimens as yourselves would make for great enforcers to instill my will against any who resist! And who knows? I certainly would be open to intimacy with you as well. What do you two say?"

We let silence hang for a bit longer, till it becomes clear the 800 foot feline is waiting for us to answer. Respectfully we look at each other again, quietly communicating the message of 'Is she fucking serious?'

"You don't read a lot of our press, or for that matter any press, do you?" Rock politely inquires. Shanika just grins more maniacally.

"Wrong on both counts, handsome. I'm just giving you the chance to ascend to your rightfully deserved positions as rulers over all morphs, subservient only to me." She purrs. I let my eyes wander over her body, drinking in the sweet curves, the thick veins, the striations and the swells of all her muscles before I gaze up at the dominating beauty of her breasts. A multitude of sordid ideas run through my head, and Rock's too as I glance over at him, but we both remain firm on our decision.

"Well the intimacy part definitely sounds appealing, the rest, not so much." I assume a combat stance, lightning crackling wildly around me. "Really you should have gathered that going in."

Shanika sighs, shrugs her massive shoulders, and then promptly tries to flatten us underfoot. "You choose poor allies then, raccoon."

I quickly dive for cover, letting the rest of the neighborhood vanish into dust and rubble as Shanika crushes all in her way. This is going to definitely get a whole lot more ugly before we can make it any better but for right now that's just how it's going to have to be.

"Rock, regroup!" I call out, eyes peeled for the panther's other foot as it rises high into the heavens and comes down upon me almost at the speed of light. With little alternative I drop to the ground and roll myself back into the rubble, uttering a silent prayer that my partner is quick enough with his counter. It's a seriously close call, but at a mere two feet above me, Shanika suddenly encounters an obstacle as the pieces of the ruined houses around me rise up and join together, forming a shell of rock and wood. I allow myself a quick sigh of relief (though really I should learn never to doubt my darling mephit's reaction time whenever my life is in danger) and prep myself for the follow up. Sure enough, after about a second's confusion, Shanika simply sighs in annoyance and pushes down harder, easily shattering through Rock's barrier, and then meeting a nasty surprise of 40,000,000 volts.

"Ahhhhghh! Grrr, you little..." She snarls, stumbling back from the shock and holding her burned foot. "Hmph, fair deal, I can play that way too!" She grabs the antennae of a nearby radio center and breaks it off. Sighting me as Rock and I dash for the cover of an office block she sends the steel pylon hurtling through the air like a giant javelin, bringing a chill down my back as I duck behind the towering skyscraper, and suddenly feel the night's wind ruffling my bushy hair.

"Great spirits! That was waaaay too accurate for comfort!" Rock says breathlessly, his voice echoing the very real fear we're both experiencing as we behold the sight of my baseball cap neatly skewered by the antenna through the building behind us. If I'd been just a nanosecond slower....well....let's not even contemplate it. "Okay, seeing as we've got....maybe a moment or so before she catches up with us, ideas?"

I force myself to calm down and think. "Well, there is one advantage we can exploit: the bigger she gets, the smaller we become as targets. That'll at least give us a chance of evading her till Haokah finishes charging and aligning itself. Then we can hopefully even the odds a little."

Rock nods cautiously. "But how the heck can we hope to subdue her after that? She's bigger than anything we've faced before, and we've got no means of shrinking her back down to a more manageable size."

I risk a peek around the skyscraper to see the 900 foot feline charging at us like a demonic freight train, a dark cloud of ruin constantly building around her ankles. Despite the impending danger, I still find it in me to smile a little.

"Oh yes we do." I mutter as quietly as I can. Rock is understandably stumped. "Look, get back to Ombre and do whatever it takes to get him on his feet. I'll keep her occupied till we can spring our ace."

Stumped fades to deep concern, which then washes out to adrenaline fueled panic as the meteoric mass of two titanic kitty tits bulldoze the skyscraper and send us fleeing in a hail of glass and metal.

"You better still be breathing when I get back!" My skunk yells, waving his paw to form another rock wall between him and Shanika while I yank the broadcast antenna out and retrieve my cap.

"How pitiful, really. The first time you face opposition that cannot be merely beaten into submission, and your immediate reaction is to flee and hide?" Shanika sounds disappointed, though there is an upswing of hope to her tones as I slap my hat back on and stand ready to face her again.

"Hardly, just wanted to give you more time to grow. You weren't big enough for my liking before." I tease, stepping back further for another quick drink of the panther's fabulous body. Even if no good can come of it, she looks even sexier the bigger she gets, and as she raises her foot for another go at making me into a pancake I get a full view of perhaps the most delicious aspect of all.

"Now you are." I reply, focusing a million volts through the radio antenna as I thrust it into the soaked lips of her vagina. With her height reaching 950 feet it's at the perfect level for me, just within reach of my improvised kebab sticker so I can give her a good jolt up the wazoo without having to put any part of my own body in jeopardy.

Shanika howls into the night, as much with pleasure as with pain as she loses her balance and goes crashing back onto the city. I let go and quickly turn my head as sweet scented juice comes raging against me, the results of another orgasm soaking me through and through as I fight against the raging tide and approach the titan again.

"Nghh daaaamn youuuu....ooohh....okay....I'll give you that one. That felt incredible." The panther purrs, her redwood sized fingers reaching to gently rub over the raw quivering folds of her sex.

"Glad you enjoyed it. Want me to do it again?" I reply, giving her a few more shocks and let the musk of her juices envelop me. She really smells good, like lavender mixed with primrose in the heat of a perfect summer evening. It's quite intoxicating, and a serious turn on. Even more a pity I can't enjoy it due to its emanator being several shades of homicidally insane.

"Grrrr, yes, YE-NO! I mean NO! Aghh, you are going to pay so dearly for that!" Her claws come down upon me like a finely polished portcullis. In a flash I've backflipped out of the way but still she manages to shred the front of my costume, drawing a few lines of blood for good measure. Whether it's the mask's doing or just natural talent, this bitch is fast!

I stumble backwards and clutch at the giant masses of my pecs. The cuts aren't deep, praise be, but they don't lie about what dear Shanika could do if I don't remain on my toes. Fortunately I then feel the plop of cool, clear rain on my wounds and know that I won't be at a disadvantage for much longer.

"Clearly I can see I don't appeal to you much at this scale." I admit, flexing my muscles through fraying fabric as the panther pulls out the antenna and wads it into a little pellet. "Please permit me to change that."

Thunder rolls across the sky, the rain coming down harder and harder as I gaze to the heavens and hold my arms aloft. Shanika looks up as well, clenching her fists and eyeing me with suspicion before deciding to just smash me into batter before anything else can happen. Anything else, however, isn't going to be having any of that, as no sooner has she thrown the punch, than she's quickly retracting it back, more fur being singed as lightning crashes down from the clouds and consumes me in its blinding might. Whatever she, Ombre, and even Rachel may have felt when they were growing, I feel it tenfold as my body absorbs the electric power. Pleasure burns through my being like fire as I explode out of my costume, raining black and gold confetti in celebration for passing the 500 foot mark, then the 550 foot mark, then the 600 foot mark. I know I'm not going to be able to equalize the panther just yet; lightning is powerful indeed, but it's not a source of constant power. It's of little worry though, as I reach 700 feet and Haokah shuts down for a recharge I know I've got the edge back now.

"There, is that better?" I ask, murring as I flex and feel my body battling pleasurably against itself. Traps gently massage the back of my head as my pecs, despite their wounds, rise to tickle and rub against my face. Clapping my fists to my biceps and hearing the thunder roll again from the impact, I tense my core muscles and moan in utter bliss as my drooling cock rises into view.

"Well.....mmmmm, actually yes it is." Shanika murrs, trying not to moan as well as I sandwich my fat cock between my even fatter pecs and drink deep of its warm pre. "Why can't you just submit Shock, seriously? You're so beautiful and sexy. I promise I'd make it worth your while to serve me."

I grind my shaft against my muscles, delight raging through its titanic length as my abs tenderize the meat while my chest squeezes to get every last drop of goodness out. Hungrily I suck at the head, allowing myself a moment to just get high off how good I taste and how much I love my body, before finally looking to the panther. She quivers as the 1,000 foot barrier is finally breached, her head a tiny jewel obscured by a sea of sculpted beauty. Swallowing the pre, I smile through my dripping lips.

"Simply put, I'm not generally the sub type, and if you'll forgive the criticism, you're not really putting forward the best argument for why joining you would be a good thing."

Shanika rolls her eyes, obviously not seeing why she need argue at all when the evidence for my surrender is staring me right in the face. Good thing that's not all that's staring me in the face.

"In fact, I'm seeing quite a convincing argument for maintaining my stance against you right now." I say, my eyes centering on the convention center behind the panther as she sighs and prepares to pounce. Slowly I edge back, letting myself stay in full view of her as I prepare for the worst. I know I can dodge once it's too late for her to alter her lock, but given her blinding speed I'm not going to escape without a few more scratches. She strikes, I side step and pain erupts across my abs as she carves several more deep grooves into my flesh. Biting against the renewed agony I reach over to the convention center and pull one of the spot lights from its mounting on the roof, turning it to Shanika as she rises to face me again.

"Smile my sweet!" I declare, powering up the bulb and catching the panther in a cone of brilliant white light. She hisses as her vision is reduced to a blank void, paws frantically covering her burning eyes as she stumbles backwards from the sizzling glare. It's just the distraction I need, as I'm then able to close the gap between us, jump up and viciously smash the two ton electrical appliance onto the panther's head. The blow doesn't quite hit it's mark since her traps, shoulders and boobs forming a defensive perimeter, but the impact of glass and steel shattering over her skull is still enough to leave her weaving, thus allowing me to pull back and smack her again across the face with the metal casing.

For the third time in the night, Shanika hits the canvas, making a nice crater for herself as her body sinks a shopping district, a business park and most of a suburban neighborhood deep into the earth. Holding the spotlight over my head I carefully approach the stilled amazon, seeing she's looking pretty down for the count...for now at least.

"Laura, you still with me?" I ask, kneeling to check for the usual flurry of little bodies pulling themselves free of the wreckage.

"I'm here, Shock. What the heck are you doing over there? It sounded pretty painful." The ringtail asks in concern. I check the bloody gashes on my stomach and wince. "I took a bit of a beating, but Shanika looks like she's finally had enough. Where the heck are Rock and Ombre?" I check my surroundings but there's little trace of my partner, or the coyote.

"Rock just reported in about five minutes ago. Apparently he and Ombre had to go chasing after Rachel who's trying to do....something with the Verazini suspension bridge. Hold on a sec...." I hear key taps over the channel. "Hmmm, well it looks like they've got a little surprise ready for Shanika. Any chance you could lure her over in that direction?"

A growl stills my thoughts. With trepidation chilling my bones I look up to see a very pissed off purple face rising up from behind the mountainous wall of breasts, blood gushing from the pert nose while the eyes make clear their murderous intent.

"Um....yes....I can probably manage that." I weakly reply, swinging the spotlight at Shanika again, only for her to catch my paws and lift me up off the ground. Higher and higher I go as she rises to her full 1,470 feet, pulling the spotlight from my grip with her other paw and crushing the giant appliance into a wad of scrap.

"You....are going to have to do better than that." She snarls, a finger resting upon my pecs where they've been slashed open. The bleeding is quickly ceasing but the pain is still very present, and as a claw rises to block my view I sense it's about to get a whole lot worse. "Now let's see, where can I cut that won't necessarily be fatal to you?"

I grit my teeth, frantically trying to think of a way out of this. She's got my arms in quite the unbreakable grip....but I've still got my feet and my sheath hanging free.

"Well hold on here, maybe I can make it up to you. Give you something to take your mind off the pain." I say, swinging my body away, then towards her so I come to rest against her nipples. They're so stiff and pert they're pretty much begging to be pleasured already, so with a quick application of electricity I give them what they need and Shanika is again left gasping in new arousal. I quickly find myself plummeting to earth as she lets go and massages her sensitive boobs, teeth grit in annoyance but breath raggedly betraying that she did enjoy it.

Picking myself up out of my own crater, I dust off and tear hell like hell for the Verazini bridge, giving myself a taste of the same medicine as the bounce of my balls against the streets and the wet thumps of my cock against my pecs help dull the pain of my own wounds. I make no attempt to avoid buildings or any obstacles in my way; Shanika is quickly gaining on me and if I don't get to my reinforcements before she does this fiasco is going to end quickly and very gruesomely. The irony that I'm rapidly devastating the city in my attempts to save it is not lost on me either, Rock and I will just have to put in some serious overtime to fix the damage afterwards and hope our hero insurance is still good.

As I reach the water and one of the eight glimmering metal structures that span it, however, I notice a distinct lack of fellow macros. In a panic I whirl around but there's no sign of Rachel, Ombre or my dear skunk. The bridge is empty, and the water beneath it as still as the night air.

"Uh Laura....you did say the Verazini bridge right?" I ask, stepping onto the metal beams as Shanika comes flying out of the city and demolishes the marina with her landing.

"Yeah...they were just there....I...I'm not sure what's....kssshhhh." My link with the ringtail is rudely interrupted when those paws, each now nearly the size of an island resort, grab me and hoist me in the air again, one cutting off my air supply with a choke hold while the other brings itself across my face at near light speed and knocks my hat and glasses off into the ocean.

"That's quite enough, raccoon. I really, really didn't want to have to do this, but if you're not going to see the sense then I've got no other choice." Claws press fearfully against the thudding spot where my heart is, the points penetrating fur then slowly working their way through muscle. "Goodbye, Shock. We could have a great time rocking this world to its core."

I close my eyes, the question of just where the hell my partner is fading as I face the very real inevitability of death. Though it's not a subject one generally wishes to dwell on, I've always wondered just how impervious I am as a lightning god, and whether life ever would eventually end for me after so many centuries.

Sadly, though it's a very minor regret, it seems I'm not to find out today. No sooner has the panther sunk her claws into me than the section of the bridge beneath us suddenly up ends itself, sending Shanika tumbling into the water while I plummet onto a cushion of soft moss, flowers and leafy green vines. Shaking my head to clear the dizziness of impact, I watch as the bridge rises higher and higher over the sprawled feline, revealing underneath it is the welcome sight of a white fox and a silver coyote.

"Rachel, Ombre! Goo,,,nghhh." I strain to call out, my throat still aching from the chokehold.

"We got this, Shock. Just take a moment to...nerrghh...collect yourself." Rachel replies, her magnificent body straining to overturn the gigantic monolith of concrete and steel. Even for her 400 foot form it must be a tremendous undertaking considering the weight, but she and Ombre seem unconcerned as they push it over to collapse onto the panther and give her what must be one hell of a concussion. The bridge breaks apart as it topples onto her body, par for the course considering she's now almost 2,000 feet tall and made of far sterner stuff. With an earth shattering howl of rage, Shanika hurls the broken fragments off and stands ready to end our lives where we stand.

Then she promptly sits back down, and then goes sailing high into the sky. A gigantic mass of vines, all cunningly interwoven together, has her by one of her legs, and makes short work of slamming her into the sea, pulling her up and sending her crashing 5 miles into the other direction. Like a rag doll the snarling titan is thrown about, the tentacle vine taking care to hurl her into the further reaches of the sea so her impacts don't result in a tidal wave that'll flood the city. On the opposite shoreline Rachel is quickly pulling all the suspension cables off the other half of the bridge, testing their tensile strength with a few quick whip like cracks then standing ready as Shanika comes in for a landing in front of her.

"GRAAARRRGGH! THAT IS IT!" The panther screams, rising for yet another round in this ridiculous fight. I groan as I try to sit up as well, then see that I don't have to as one of the cables has now wrapped itself around Shanika's neck and is pulling her back down.

"Yes, it is." Rachael intones, teeth grit and arm muscles flaring as she chokes the panther into submission. I still have to wonder how, seeing as with the height difference this must be even more of a challenge than the bridge. The vixen seems to sense my thoughts on this as she gets Shanika to lay prone and quickly whips another cable around one of her wrists. "Fun fact I've learned tonight: smaller...hurrrghh...doesn't necessarily equate to...grrrraaaahh...weaker!" She tosses the other end to Ombre who vaults up and ties it around the main tower.

With one arm now out of action, Shanika attempts to knock her assailant aside with the other, but Rachael simply catches the punch, grins and leans forward to plop her enormous breasts over the panther's face. Thus disorientated, Shanika is unable to stop the vixen from arm wrestling her to the ground and tying up her other paw. The pair go for the legs next, and her tail for good measure. Against all the thrashing and cursing, they bond the panther up on the remaining slab of the bridge like a prisoner being tied to the rack, arms and legs stretched out as far as they'll go. Again I attempt to get up and lend what aid I can, but then my plant bed shifts, turning me away from the action and raising me up so I flop against quite possibly the best thing I could ever hope for.

"Rock." I mutter, tears stinging at my eyes as my skunk gently cradles me in his arms. I can feel he's finally caught up in the growing game as well, his costume thankfully gone so the nude beauty of his 800 foot frame fills my gaze and warms my heart as he kisses me hello.

"Shhhh, it's okay my love. I'm here now." He soothes while tending to the bleeding wounds on my torso. "Great spirits, what the heck did she do to you?"

"N-Nothing I won't recover from. They aren't as bad as they look." I bleat. My skunk sighs and gently coaxes my arms out, allowing the vines under me to wrap around and efficiently bandage me up. Feeling somewhat more level headed I glance at the now fully immobilized Shanika and getting an idea. "My glasses, did you see my glasses anywhere?"

Rock holds his paw out and another vine duly drops both the specs and my very wet hat into it. Quickly I slap both back on and try to get a channel open to HQ.

"Laura, this is Shock. Laura do you read?"

"Ksh...ksh...kshere Shock...what the ksshh-eck's happening? What's going on?"

The panther growls murderously as she pulls at her bonds. They won't give easily seeing as they were designed to be able to keep the bridges up even with both Rock and I standing on them, but unless she stops growing, it's still only a matter of time.

"Never mind that, is Haokah ready for another blast?"

"Kshhhh....kshhh-yes, primed and targeted on your position."

I glower darkly at the panther. "Adjust its parameters by six degrees north and three degrees west. Then let it rip with everything it's got."

Shanika glares at me, her entire body a mosaic of striated veiny might fighting to get free and tear me into so many little pieces you could spread me over the city and call it New Years.

As the rain starts to fall again however, realization dawns, and the feline looks with horror at the night sky.

"Oh no, NO! Wait please!"

Rock quickly scoops up Rachel and Ombre, hugging them close to his chest as lightning crashes down from the heavens, and the panther disappears in a blinding white haze. It won't kill her, heck probably won't even cook her that much given her size, but with the amount of voltage in that salvo she's certainly not going to be getting up again any time soon.

Waving the smoke away as everything settles, I see to my satisfaction that Shanika's now reduced to a twitching, paralyzed mess. Still a very gorgeous, if somewhat blackened mess but a paralyzed one most importantly. Realizing this gives him the opportunity to finally halt developments, Ombre leaps out of my skunk's grip and plunges his arm deep into the folds of the panther's vagina. A fruitless search ensues as he gropes around inside, whimpers of pained bliss coming from Shanika as he adds his other arm, then eases his head in to find what he's after. For a moment I wonder if we're about to lose the coyote before he finally pulls himself out, the tiny mask held triumphantly in his dripping paws.

"Well done. All of you." I reply, grimacing as Rock helps me stand up. "Would've been nice if I'd had a little more heads up though."

"Seriously we didn't mean to scare you like that. When I finally got Ombre up again, Rachel came to us with this little emergency plan of hers so I needed to get myself powered up as well." Rock replies, his ears tinting red as his tail wilts and he dips behind his pecs in shame. "Can you forgive me?"

It's a stupid question, I'd never hold anything against my beloved no matter how grave...but to see him plead and whimper, cuteness positively oozing from his attempts to shy away....mmm, I can be evil at times.

"Just tell me it's over now." I say. Ombre enthusiastically nods.

"C'est finis mon ami. Now that I have this I can make sure no one's getting any bigger or crazier tonight."

"Good, then maybe we could finally clear up a previous point you two mentioned?" Rachael stares at us accusingly. "Namely how the heck did you know Ombre wasn't the only one stealing artifacts from you, and that the real reason he was stealing them was to keep them away from her?"

A pregnant pause holds, Ombre looking to me for the explanation. Heaving a sigh I clear my throat and begin.

"Well for starters, after I laid eyes on this guy I could tell he wasn't the international master thief he might portray himself to be, and after hearing him speak it was even more obvious he's of these lands and not some far off exotic locale."

The coyote looks surprised, though a smile soon breaks across his face and he responds to me in turn, noticeably this time without the accent and in a far deeper, and much sexier sounding voice.

"Alright, I'll bite. What really gave it away?" He asks, an inadvertent flex of pleasure rippling his fur as I trace a line across his gorgeously huge pectorals.

"I thought Rachel was just mispronouncing your name when she said you called yourself Ombre de Argent. But when I saw that's how you actually spelled it on your business card it became pretty obvious that you have no idea how the French language works. 'Argent' in its normal form means 'money' not 'silver', and 'de' is vowel sensitive so it'd actually form a contraction with the former. The correct translation of 'Silver Shadow' would be 'Ombre Argentee'. That's pretty basic knowledge."

The coyote smiles wider, giving a shrug as if to say 'Well what can you do?' Beside him, Rachel is mixed between perplexed, and insulted.

"I didn't know that." She mutters.

"Second you went straight for the one mask with magical properties, ignoring all the others despite them all being equally priceless. That clued me in that your interests weren't for financial gain." I continue, speaking with great relish. "And finally, to one familiar with the original inhabitants of this territory, it's not hard to recognize a member of the fabled Silverfoot Tribe, which you clearly are."

Ombre promptly stops smiling and looks at me in amazement. So does everyone else for that matter.

"The Silverfoot? Wait, I thought you guys all vanished 500 years ago." Rock exclaims. The shimmering coyote merely shakes his head.

"Vanished no. Reduced to a paltry few hiding in secret perhaps, but we still exist." He says, looking at me with renewed interest. "Does bring up a new question though, of how you know about us when none else at Micro-Optimum do."

I hesitantly offer my paw, letting the coyote sniff at it so the scent can jog his memory. It's a bit of a risk since I don't know how he'll respond to the truth, but it can't be worse than what else has happened tonight.

"You're Kyakaw?" He asks, a faint tinge of disdain lacing his tones. I step back and nod.

"When the Unhcegilia visited their terror upon my tribe, the Thunder Bird chose me to assume its powers and its post after it had fallen. I've been carrying on the duty ever since." I reply. Ombre narrows his eyes, looking at me up and down before hmmming thoughtfully. Rachel continues to look perplexed.

"Right....umm, okay, vixen is lost here, what does that have to do with the theft of artifacts?" She says, waving her paw in the air to get our attention.

"The Silverfoot were nomads, always searching for a place in these lands to call their own, yet always being driven away by plague, famine or hostility from other tribes. Many hated them for their reckless use of magical arts, my kind being one example. Wouldn't be hard to imagine those artifacts we've been digging up originally belonged to them and were either lost or stolen by the other morphs they came in contact with." I explain. Ombre nods respectfully.

"That they were. However, I'd protest calling our practices 'reckless'. See unlike some lucky folk we didn't have a physical god keeping us safe from all the horrors of this world so, with little alternative, we had to find ways of making our own." He holds up the mask. "This was one of several we used in times of emergency. If we needed a giant defender to keep us from harm, it was a simple matter of choosing the best of our warriors and showing them what to do. Sadly we indeed were robbed of most of them when we settled near other inhabited areas so we thought to simply cut our losses and leave since they'd only end up being the downfall of whomever mis-used them. We hoped they'd eventually be lost to the tides of time, but then, when Micro-Optimum started digging them up again, we knew we couldn't risk letting you study them." He pauses for breath, eyeing me up with subtle distaste. "While I admire your and the board of executives' dedication to your tribe's original cause, there's a great number of untrustworthy folk on your payroll who won't hesitate to take advantage of what's hidden in your laboratories."

"Our dear Shanika here being one of them?" Rachael asks.

"Indeed. Originally she was just an intern at the Korstein facility, looking to make it big with some miraculous discovery. When she learned, however, of the research team finding our scepter and what it could do, she saw a way to achieve her own success without having to let it become company property. She started running an information racket, selling trade secrets to whomever could assist her in such a heist. I contacted her for the inside scoop so I could get the scepter back, and things spiraled out of control from there." Ombre shrugs again, with a wayward glance at Rachel. "I wasn't always the best judge of character."

Rachel cocks an eyebrow. "Well still, if you're a native of these parts, then what was with the whole French accent and romantic charade? For that matter why didn't you just tell us, or at least me, what you were really up to? Granted your crimes would still have to be answered for, but I could've at least gotten her out of your fur." She says with a nod to the twitching panther.

"Because regardless of the ethical standing of our shamans' practices, my tribe would never have tolerated thievery. I only wished to ensure their name was not further sullied with my actions. As for informing you or Micro-Optimum of the truth, well those in charge of the company still bear a lot of bad blood against us so I doubt they'd listen, and your whole 'shoot first, ask questions later' methodology does make it a little hard to talk to you."

Rachel's ears fold down in embarrassment as Ombre gently takes hold of her paw. "I'd like to point out, however, that the romance was not a charade."

The vixen promptly looks up. "What?"

"You're quite a destructive woman, Rachel, but you have a stamina I've not seen on any for a long time. Not to mention your admirable solid grasp of right and wrong, the fact that you had one of the strongest builds I've seen on a girl before, and that you look a million times more beautiful now."

Rachel blinks, her eyes turning down this time to gaze at the enormity of her muscles, the full, heavy swells of her giant white breasts. Tentatively she flexes a bicep and gauges the coyotes reaction. "You, like this?"

"No." Ombre grins. "I love it. The women of my tribe were similarly amazonian, though I think you've got them all beat for size."

Emotions race and war across the vixen's face, her mind torn on how to feel about this new revelation from the one she's been pursuing for so long.

"I admit I once entertained the possibility you might feel the same way about me, back when we met at that strip club in Ottokan."

And then the vixen settles right down on what to feel: namely seething hatred. I'm momentarily confused before I replay Ombre's words, and then Rock beats me to the punch line.

"Wait, you said he gave you that card after handcuffing you to a pole....what type of pole were you talking about exactly?" My skunk asks, his lips tightening against the bubbling giggles as Rachel harumphs and roles her eyes.

"I was working undercover okay? We were trying to apprehend a local drug baron and that was the only place he visited regularly. I knew the only way I'd be able to get in there and subdue him was to sign up as one of the performers." She promptly flexes both arms, fans out her hair and cuts a very seductive muscle pose to spite us. "And besides, as he says, I definitely had it so why not flaunt it?"

I frantically bite my tongue, trying to focus on the pain in my chest as Rachel rounds on the coyote. "You did a fine job of nearly screwing that whole operation up by the way!"

"Hey no one said you had to dance with me! Nor forced you to sashay naked around the place teasing all the bar patrons with your body." Ombre promptly replies, making Rachel's ears go red as beetroot.

"I didn't know it was you! You were wearing a disguise, and talking in your real voice! And you said such nice things about me and....and....fuck!" She crosses her arms under her breasts and promptly turns away as my skunk and I collapse into uncontrollable laughter. Ombre sighs and alights a paw on the vixen's shoulder. She shudders and tries to turn away but he keeps with the advance, nuzzling into her silky cheek fur till Rachel finally has to surrender to her true feelings and lets herself relax into his touch.

"I meant everything I said then too." He whispers, murring as the white fox turns around and looks deep into his eyes. Though I can't see them from the angle I'm at, I've no doubt they're probably shining with the same sincerity as when he spoke to us, and Rachel then confirms with renewed blushes, this time of shy affection as Ombre kisses her on the lips.

"Yes...well...umm..." The vixen bleats, her gaze following the coyote's down over their bodies, as if just noticing that they're both naked, and finding the view is pretty appealing. I can hear her breath still from the sight of those juicy pecs, their silver covering glimmering like finely polished stone in the light of the moon, save for the two clearings of his huge nipples; full, erect, and as begging to be fondled as her own are.

Time seems to stop, if only just for a moment as paws extend to each other, Rachel's alighting upon Ombre's chest, while Ombre's comes to rest upon her firm breasts. Their eyes meet again, passing a flurry of confusion, enamor, lust and weak denial, yet neither pulls from the other's touch. On the side I have to wonder if either of them ever dreamt this moment would happen, or maybe how long have they dreamt of this moment happening?

"These are...so firm. It's wonderful." Rachel exhales, slowly trailing through the striated fields, feeling the limitless power within their rock hard forms. Her claws dig in as the coyote flexes, though the fact that they don't, and indeed probably could never penetrate those pecs just seems to excite her more. Curiously she moves to the cavernous cleft between them, and her paws slip in past the wrist to get a nice firm rub down from the soft pelted muscle, making her pant even more heavily.

"And you, you feel so perfect." He replies, slowly circling his thumbs over her nipples, reveling in her shivered gasps of delight. Ponderously he splays his other fingers out over her mammaries, and finds to his own glee they're far too big for him to ever be capable of cupping or holding, even in his enormous mitts. The sheer size the two have acquired seems to fuel their desire to explore more, moving from their chests to each others arms, obliques, abs, and wherever else may take their fancy. Every so often one will pause to flex and let the other feel the strength in the muscles they're worshipping, before letting the other follow so they know they're both equal in quality. Naturally this eventually leads to the inevitable point where Rachel suddenly finds herself being pushed away by the coyote, though not by his paws of course.

"Oh, sorry again." Ombre blushes, his mighty canine hood rising much as the suspension bridge he just helped demolish did whenever a barge came through. Of course his is quite a bit bigger than the bridge, and probably a whole lot stronger too. Certainly it's a damn nicer sight to the vixen who's left covering her mouth as she feels herself running short of breath again.

"My....God. This is...." She hesitantly steps forward, bravely facing the ruby red beast as it pops free of its sheath and yawns a fall of pre onto her boobs. "This is beautiful."

The coyote stares at her in surprise. Like us, he's totally caught off guard by this reaction, but unlike us, he quickly adapts as the vixen places her paws on the almost 270 foot shaft and softly kisses it in greeting. His muzzle rests limply on his pecs as he moans from the sudden bolt of pleasure. His flesh is no doubt very sensitive seeing as it's experiencing touch for the first time after growing so huge. I was no different when I first explored myself after my own transformation and doubtless Rock was exactly the same.

"Mmm, so filling." The vixen murrs as she takes a drink of the pre, letting it fill her mouth till her cheeks are near bursting, then slowly swallowing it as if to get a sense of its vintage and flavor. Delicately she licks the head again, then works her way down the length, planting kiss after kiss while Ombre just watches dumbfounded and moans anew.

"I....mmm...take it you prefer your men larger...ahhh than normal?" He asks, to which the white fox nods.

"While I have full respect for guys who can still please without possessing ludicrous dimensions, I need to be able to feel my lover in every inch. To be stuffed as much as I can, not letting any available space go to waste. It's a high demand, but it's what satisfies me." She replies, gazing at the coyote with renewed passion before a loud growl interrupts proceedings. "Shit, I think she's coming around finally."

"Mmm, let me do something about that then." Ombre replies, walking over to the groaning Shanika and covering her face with his paw.

"Another fun little tidbit about this mask, it works just as well in reverse for those who know how." He adds, unable to stop a gloating smirk from crossing his lips as the panther suddenly finds herself shrinking. Not a lot, but the fact that she's losing mass at all is enough to wake her up and send her into a raging panic.

"Mmmph, mmrrrrbbrrrbbb..OOO!" She screams as Ombre lifts his paw. "No don't make me smaller!"

The coyote ponders the request, then denies it by pressing his paw over her again. It's almost tear jerking to listen to the panther's cries as she descends back down to 1,750 feet, then 1,600 feet. The key word again being 'almost' of course.

"Oh hush you homicidal bitch. I'm only getting you down to a more manageable level." Ombre chides, finally taking his paw off again once the purple feline is at 1,500. "There, that oughta be small enough for the cables to hold you, yet big enough that if you do manage to escape you've got nowhere to run or hide." He inhales slowly then exhales in relief when the snarling panther tugs at her bonds again and finds they indeed are holding good, no matter how hard she may try. We all collectively allow ourselves to relax that the night's crisis is finally over, though it only lasts for an instant as we become aware of something very potent in the air.

"What is....what is that intoxicating aroma?" Rachel sniffs deeply, eyes closing as she is awash in the heady perfume. Slowly she drifts over to the panther, finding the smell getting stronger as she dips between Shanika's spread legs. "My word....are you actually getting off from having been beaten so mercilessly?" The vixen touches the panther's soaking wet lips, trailing the plentiful juice around her tender petals before leaning in to lick at her vagina. "Mmmm, so, a secret glutton for punishment are we?"

Shanika groans, her mighty body rolling and trembling as she gets wetter from all the exertion. Smelling it makes Rachel tremble in return as she feels the pheremones go to work on her, while Ombre just gets harder and spurts more from his throbbing cock.

"Well, we did hurt her pretty bad. I suppose we should make up for that." The coyote murrs. Rachel drags her tongue across the soaked pussy again, taking the beach ball sized clit between her lips and hmming thoughtfully as she feels her captive writhe violently against her bonds. Cautiously she touches one of the panther's tower sized legs, lightly brushing against the straining muscles as she gets a sense of their power, finding a strange appeal in the great danger as evidenced by the way she starts licking more aggressively, opening the petals so she can add fingers, then a paw into Shanika's depths.

"Mmmm, I suppose you're right. Certainly would be foolish to pass up something that tastes this good." The vixen churrs, pushing deeper and gritting her teeth as the vice like walls compact against it. Having lost a good deal of height, the risk of losing a limb in the kitty is gone, but one can plainly see she's still got godlike levels of power in every part of her body, inside and out. As such, Rachel is careful to only keep probing till she senses the panther's getting close, then removing her hand and going back to buzzing her clit till finally she collapses over the edge into orgasm again.

"Uggghhhh....you.....ohhhhhh....you..." The panther struggles for words, her breath getting increasingly hoarse from her pleasured screams as Rachel gets pushed back by a wave of feline juice, her jaw opening as wide as it can to take it all in and gulp it down.

"Mmm...gah...oh wow, you really are divine!" The vixen murrs, cupping her paws under the quivering lips to get the last of her cum then offering both Ombre and us a taste. It has the texture and mild tanginess of wild berries, though there's definitely a very ethereal spice to the mix. It's definitely strong too as we all quickly feel the effects of our horniness being ramped up the scale. Ombre whimpers as his shaft starts to ache from being so pent up, the water around him splashing and turning cloudy from the constant fall of pre spilling into it. Desperately he tries to lick some of it up, but the head of his shaft has now gone up past his ears so he unfortunately must do with just lapping around the circumference of his mighty pillar. Seeing this, Rachel becomes....strangely sympathetic, walking over to take the yote penis and give it a loving nuzzle.

"Come on, it's your turn now." She coos, watching the canine knot flare out like a giant inner-tube of flesh and muscle under her touch. Giving it a few appreciative kisses, the vixen leads her silver counterpart over to the panther and guides him down between her legs. "Do what you have to to make sure she can't move, or rather just doesn't want to for the next couple of hours."

Ombre nods, thrusting forward to spear and enter the feline tunnel. It's not an easy fit, even considering Shanika's greater size, but with a little more effort she starts to stretch nicely around the titanic canine penis, her voice silencing to an unheard cry of both pain and ecstasy as the yote grabs her legs and keeps pushing in.

"As for you two, you want to join in or tend to each other?" The fox asks us. Briefly the thought of actually making good on Shanika's previous offer (minus the world domination part) crosses my mind, but then I look to Rock and see who the want in his eyes is truly for. Stupid of me really, I should know by now we're both too much of a slave to routine. No one will ever compare to my skunk where it really matters and he sure as heck isn't going to spring for anyone else so long as I'm around.

Seeing we're taken care of for the moment, Rachel crosses the length of Shanika's body and plops herself down on the panther's tits, finding them to be a very comfy cushion as she spreads her legs and grins menacingly at the purple feline. "Seeing as your mouth still seems to be working pretty well, let's give you something to use it on. Think you'll find I'm as delicious as you are down there." Shanika gives the vixen a deathly glare, which only gets colder when Rachel refuses to budge. "And if you're thinking of biting me in revenge or anything like that, well keep in mind that from this vantage point I can easily crush your head between my legs before you stand any chance of wrenching yourself free."

Shanika growls, though it is an empty threat. She's defeated for now, and she knows it. As such she leans up and begins to dine on the vixen vagina, munching quietly on the tender skin while Rachel shivers in glee.

All is well with the prisoner so I turn back to Rock, letting him embrace me in his massive arms and take me into another deep kiss. All his worry over me, his sympathy and his concern, I can feel it through our contact, the way his tongue shies from mine, the tiny but detectable trembles in his muscles, he's really feeling bad about leaving me alone to get all sliced up. Naturally I can't have that (and to be fair I did tell him to go get help in the first place) so I grab his head and throw myself fully into the kiss, my own tongue going to pat his down, giving it a wet and warm massage across his maw as I teasingly flex in a calculated way so all his specially sensitive spots in front receive a proper fondle. Inevitably he starts to moan, but I hold him fast in the lip lock, not letting him go till he properly understands I forgive him, and will always forgive him. I know there's no one he cares for more than me, and dammit I'll do whatever it takes to let him know how much I appreciate that.

Finally, after I feel his claws pulling at my back fur in want, I let him go, my heart firing like a super hot jackhammer at the sight of relief on that oh so cute black and white face of his.

"So, feel better?" I ask, my eyes starting to tear up as he buries his face in the valley between my pecs.

"I do, so long as you do." He replies, kissing each wide, furry plane then looking down at the vines bandaging my wounds. "Tell me where you hurt, my love. Let me finish healing you up."

I lightly tap the lower part of my chest. "Here, a lot."

The vines are cut away, and Rock....mmm...screw it, Kaiden applies his tongue to the cuts. They've stopped bleeding but still need time to scab over, and are indeed quite sore. Fortunately my skunk's got a little something extra in his saliva that's good for speeding the process up, so with a few careful licks the flesh starts to close and I gasp at being able to breathe without feeling like my lungs are ripping through my fur.

"Where else?" My skunk asks, making me giggle as he moves to get both my nipples, sucking on the big nubs of skin like a baby would at a bottle teat. Sadly I don't have any milk to give so he has to make do with just my natural flavor, which fortunately happens to be just as delicious. I let him take his time in making me tingle with repeat sparks of pleasure, occasionally giving rise to an arch of electricity as he bites and loves my hot spots.

"Here" I finally say, pointing to where my abs were slashed open. Kaiden gently lays us both down in the water then quickly rips the vines off. Again I feel his tongue on my body, wet curtains of heat dragging across my damaged muscles, spurning them on to fight the pain and get to work on repairing themselves as I flex and treasure how good it feels.

"Anywhere else?" He asks again, a sly smile curling his lips as I point to my forehead.

"Here?" I quiver. My hat and glasses are promptly removed, Kaiden's warm, manly paws cupping my face as he kisses it all over. His hold is tender, yet secure, his lips fanned by the searing heat of his breath. I want more of it, my hunger only growing greater the more he lets me have it. All over my body still aches, no longer in pain but in raging, deep-seated lust for my skunk. It primes itself, makes it known in the necessary aspects that my face can't hog the pleasure all to itself, the only way I'm going to be sated is if every part of me gets its fill of hot, mephit attention.

"Anywhere else?" The question comes again, ladened this time with heavy demand. Kaiden wants me to give myself over to the hunger, and I can't comply quickly enough.

"Here!" I cry, grabbing the towering length of my erection and pushing it towards him in desperation. I feel somewhat shameful in begging, but by this point my pride is all but gone. Not that it reduces Kaiden's enthusiasm as he quickly sets upon that tower of flesh like a starving wolf upon a raw steak. Unlike the previous spots, my skunk uses his full body for this challenge, wrapping his paws and lips as best he can around the powerfully spurting head, while his chest, abs and even his own shaft go to work on the rest. It's nothing short of amazing how he utilizes every part of himself to ensure that although he's only tending to one area of me, I still feel like I'm experiencing him all over. The pleasure rocks me to and fro in the waves, my eyes watering as I let myself be licked, sucked, massaged, fondled and squeezed all at once. My skunk is even good enough to rock along with me so our balls can rub together and stoke each other's boiling reserves while he takes care of the rest. I soon feel about as able to move as the dear panther off to the side is, though a wayward glance shows that even in her paralyzed state she's still managing to up me on one front: while Ombre gets a rhythm going and starts pumping her tummy up with thrusts and spilling pre, she's still managing to make Rachel cry aloud to the heavens in the bliss of her skillful mouth.

Naturally I'm not about to take this lying down (well, okay actually I am but you know what I mean) so I grab for my mephit's beautiful shaft and rest it across the plane of my own front. The added weight presses fearfully down on my still tender skin, but I bear through the pain. If Kaiden's going to make me feel this good, I can damn well return the favor! Specially considering how good his flesh tastes across my tongue, and how welcome it is to have my tummy filled again after the night's exertion. Hungrily I gulp down his flowing precum, letting it replenish my energy as I channel the pleasure flowing through my own body back via our mutual connection...along with a little something extra.

"Grrr...oooh you sneak..eep!" My skunk playfully chides as I attack his pride with little electric zaps, nothing that'll do any harm, just tease him mercilessly till he's fit to burst. His cock retaliates by launching a literal tidal wave of pre into my mouth, but I simply swallow as much as I can and catch the rest in my paws so I can rub it back across the hot flesh. Best not let anything go to waste given what I've got planned next.

Across from us Shanika's rage/ecstasy fueled howls increase in intensity, the addition of Ombre's knot into her already widely stretched depths proving too much to remain muzzled. Interestingly, Rachel offers no complaint, rather she just lets the panther deplete the air in her lungs, then grabs her head and forces it back against her soaked petals, immobilizing it further with a threatening squeeze of her legs.

"Not yet girl, I've still got a little bit further to go...mmmm...and you're far too skilled with that tongue of yours for me to let you off now." The titanic vixen moans lustfully as she plays with her tits. Behind her Ombre just groans his agreement, waves soaking Shanika's groin even further from his relentless pounding of her pussy. Things are revving up for the final push on all fronts, and as such I likewise rise from the water to pull myself away from my skunk.

"Huh? Isaac, what are you doing?" He whines, grappling for my cock so he can continue to appreciate it. Though I would like nothing better than to let him do so, I know what's going to come next will be even better for the both of us.

"There's one other spot I'm still aching in." I reply, rolling over and raising my tail. "Here."

Kaiden stills his paws, an adorably sly smile crossing his lips as he leans down to grab my firm, perfect butt.

"I see, well let me take care of that for you as well then." He squeezes my hard glutes, claws torturing me by anchoring themselves against the impenetrable muscles and setting off all the nerve endings embedded within them. I may be evil in the way I swoon my skunk with affection then take advantage of him while he's vulnerable, but for all the protest, he's no less merciful when I give myself over to him. Not that I'd ever try to stop him, mind you, but damn does he know how to get me hot!

As he pries my cheeks apart and lets my tender tailhole feel the lash of his tongue, I have to grab the coastline and dig my fingers into the earth and the surrounding highway, my teeth gritting against the force of the pleasure steadily building within me.

Then Kaiden adds his own teeth to the mix and I promptly crush a half mile of asphalt and rock face into dust. The city is already pretty bashed up so a few more cracks is hardly going to make any difference.

"I love how despite all the bashing you take on a day-to-day basis, this seems to pain you the most." My skunk coos, lightly biting at the clenching, puckered flesh.

"It's...nghh...only because you're so...oohh so good at it." I lustfully stammer, claws scraping through the shattered streets in agony as that tongue probes deeper and my tailhole finally starts to open up.

Kaiden mmms, pressing his thumbs to the pucker and massaging it into relaxation. Even though he gets off on making me hurt for him and his love, he still knows how to make sure I'm as ready as possible so there's no pain when we actually get down to it. Finally I relax enough for his needs, and his thumbs depart to allow for the press of his gargantuan shaft against my butt. Bracing myself against the waterfront I nod for him to continue, and silently scream my pleasure as he forces his way in. It's taken us many years and a lot of practice, but we've both made it to the point where we can accept each other to the hilt. As such Rock doesn't pause to let me adjust, he just keeps pushing deeper and deeper into my muscled depths. His flesh gently rubs against every inch of my innards, the heat burning away the pain till his hips meet my cheeks and he leans down to kiss me again.

"I'm only good, because you make it worth it for me to be good. Because I just cannot, and will never be able to get enough of you, my beloved electric raccoon." He whispers, tickling my ear with his hot breath. I'd give him a smack for reducing me to a very emasculated mess of blush and tears again with those words, but I know how hypocritical it'd be. He's just speaking the truth as I would, and the enthusiasm he puts into each thrust show how much he means it. My tummy swells out like a balloon as as he pulls out and starts to fuck me, the first few cum flows sloshing into my depths, right along with my aching balls vying for the same sort of release.

Figuring it's already a complete mess I prop my cock against the city's waterfront and let Kaiden's movements drive me to rub myself against it. Pre floods across the docks, swallowing up ships and buildings in its tides as I finally find my voice again and cry aloud in pleasure. I feel...just so damn complete; my skunk's body joined with mine, his heat augmenting my own, our movements synched as one. There is no more pain, not any more. I feel too damn good to register anything other than the love Kaiden is channeling through me, and my burning want to return it.

Behind us Ombre and Rachel sound like they're fast approaching the same zenith. The latter has already doused their captive with one orgasm and quickly working her way towards a second, and Shanika, most interestingly, doesn't appear to be dissuaded in helping her reach it. If anything the knowledge that whatever follows this little soiree isn't going to be good for her seems to be driving the giant panther to make the most of her situation. From Ombre's pained moans she's certainly making him work to reach his own peak, no doubt trying to see how much she can squeeze that shaft of his before he turns her into a bloated balloon of purple fur.

Everywhere across the bay we cry our little symphony of pleasure, five titans finding the solace in an otherwise very dirty night. As Kaiden leads in the final chorus, his shaft swelling inside me to finally let flow his creamy tides, events finally come to a close, in both a very literal and metaphorical sense. He fills me as much as he can before pulling out and letting the rest of his load splash all over my back, the heat of his thick, fragrant cum pushing me over the edge into my own ecstatic bliss. Much like the waves battering my sides, the pleasure within me hits with all the force of a tsunami, jostling my tense balls and sloshing all the spooge in my belly as I spurt a no less plentiful amount all over the lower districts. I don't try to watch where I aim, no point really. Like I said, the waterfront's a write off so might as well just add the final touches. Doubly so, I'm too paralyzed by my climax to move anyway, and Kaiden then collapsing on top of me doesn't help matters either.

A muffled exhale is all I offer in protest, however, my dismay at being pinned into the now saturated water little more than a niggling worry, compared to the glee of getting to feel my skunk's body against me again.

"Ooooh spirits.....that...Kaiden, thank you." I finally get out, trying again not to cry when those huge manly paws take hold of me, turn me around, and pull me into a warm embrace.

"As always my love, anything. Anything, for the one who makes me happy." He replies, pressing his lips to mine as if to seal the night, while Rachel, Ombre, and even Shanika give their own cries to signify it's well and truly over.

"AAAAHHHGHHH....ooooh, oh my God, you've got a skillful tongue." The vixen bleats weakly, letting gravity pull her back off the panther's mouth to rest against the great round mountain of her tummy. "Such a shame you couldn't be more cooperative. Think you may be the first arrest I'm actually going to miss." She tenderly nurses at her tits, trying to squeeze a few last jolts of pleasure out for herself before being interrupted by a coyote flopping down beside her.

"What...and I'm now suddenly just chopped liver?" He pants, nevertheless smiling when the vixen leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

"I said arrest. You...you....fuuuuck, what am I going to do with you?" She muses, her voice suddenly heavy with regret. Realizing there's still a few last details to work out, I reach over and stop Kaiden, bading him to let me go so I can grab my glasses from where he flung them.

"Shock to HQ, Laura, you still with us?"

A moan, quickly cut short by my sudden return, confirms the ringtail is indeed still on the other end, if against her will.

"Shock? Yeah...mmm...yeah I'm here. Just got a little distracted."

I bite my tongue. "Shanika's ready for retrieval, though we're going to need one hell of a holding pen to keep her contained." I tentatively gauge, the damage to the city. "You may also want to see if any of the neighboring states can lend a few of their emergency services too."

"I'm sure they will. Don't worry, Shock, we can fix whatever was broken....mmmph....point is you solved the mystery of who's stealing all our finds and we can close the file on this." The ringtail soothes, now back in mother hen mode. Looking to Ombre and Rachel, I nod hesitantly.

"Ummm, about that, you think there's anyway we could work out an alternative agreement?" I say while approaching the trio. "I mean yeah Ombre here may have had the right idea in his actions, but that still doesn't change the fact that he's a wanted criminal and has to answer for his misdeeds."

With an air of admirable nobility, the coyote merely pulls out of Shanika and stands as if to say he's ready to face the music. I could almost swear Laura's able to see it through the com-link based on what she says next.

"Hmmm, well....maybe not. He COULD be of use to us in any future archeological finds, not to mention a very worthwhile emergency asset if any of the other enchanted artifacts we've uncovered fall into the wrong paws." The ringtail murrs, in the background I hear a hiss of agreement. "Offer him this, if he agrees to turn over everything he's stolen, and to remain under our watchful eye as a...'captive consultant', I'm sure we could make a few alterations to his record. See that a warrant gets lost here and there, and a police database gets 'updated'. I'm sure Detective Graham wouldn't mind helping out in this endeavor?"

I relay everything, and the most devious glint comes to the white vixen's eyes.

"Hmmm, a most interesting proposal. Goes against everything I joined the force for...but I guess I've already sold myself out with all the inside work I've done for you guys." She turns to the coyote, a wandering paw again alighting upon a vast and furry pectoral. "How about this Ombre: first off I'm placing you under house arrest for now. MY house specifically, and you're not going to leave my sight till the furor over your actions has died down. Second off we're going to also be subjecting you to a very intense interrogation to find out how the hell you managed to beat every single security system Micro-Optimum could dream up, and whether those skills could be used in benefit to the police. This interrogation will take place at 8:00 pm sharp on Saturday, over dinner at my favorite restaurant."

The coyote's ears perk as high as they can.

"And finally, you're going to shrink us both back down to normal height. Note I say HEIGHT there. Being a giant ain't really for me, but the massive muscles and the boobs?" She flexes, watching her biceps rise into the sky, a purr vibrating her lips as she nuzzles against the firmness of her brawn. "Yeah I want to keep this body, and likewise you better turn up for that interrogation as buff, and packing the same manner of giant genitalia as you are now. Got it?"

Ombre dips his head in a gentlemanly display of submission. "I believe I can accommodate those demands. Indeed I would be happy to do so, my beautiful fox."

"As for you, Shanika..." Rachel carefully checks her captive, seeing to her satisfaction that the panther is again out of it thanks to both the sex and from drinking her fill of vixen juices. "Hmm, well she's your responsibility now. Do whatever you have to, just keep her from causing any more trouble."

I smile and relay the message back to Laura.

"Sure, I think I know where we can put her. We do still have that...mmph...that emergency vault we're building under Mt. Chenya. I know it's meant to shelter the city's population in the event of an apocalyptic cataclysm, but for right now it should be able to hold a huge, troublesome panther." The ringtail replies.

I nod. "Tell her it's the only way she can avoid getting any smaller, and she may just be willing to cooperate this time."

"Good point, I'll make sure she's informed once she regains consciousness. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to contact the necessary emergency services then sign off for the night. Have to...oooh....have to go and be eaten by a snake."

I manage to hold myself together just long enough to close the channel and pull my glasses off, before the city is again rumbled by four giants dissolving into a cacophony of laughter as we wait for the buzz of helicopters coming to haul away Shanika and help us start the long process of cleaning up.

All in all, it's been a long, dirty, but very worthwhile night.