FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

In a non-distant future, a new generation of half-animal, half-human beings were created by the endless curiosity of mankind (or as some scientists said "to challenge the power of God Almighty itself"). First designed to be a cheap, ecological and easy to breed workforce, they interestingly showed intelligent capabilities in no matter of time. Due to their quick growth and off-scale rate of fertility, the over population of these called nature hybrids or simply called "Furries", taken from an old despicable term from a few centuries ago, and with the breakthrough advances in terraforming technology and space travel, these artificial species were soon outcast from their original planet, Earth, and became settlers in the potentially habitable moon of Enceladus, near Saturn. The whole moon soon became prosper and made a quick evolution to a space colony in a mere decades, something that nature would create in just hundreds, even thousands of years. The name of the colony soon became known for the reports given by human scientists that came back to Earth, calling the once icy, desolated moon as a beautiful, almost amazing replica of their origin planet, with subtle changes and a total offspring of technological advancement. That same offspring however radically transformed that moon, showing the lack of awareness and greed of those artificial animal settlers, much less than their creators. The quick, almost imposed industrialization, the massive gathering of resources, the highly speculated economic market and the huge amounts of greenhouse effect gasses to the brittle atmosphere turned the planet into a much dark, grim place. The white cloudy blue skies turned brown and thick, there were many riots in the downtown zones of the few main cities around the whole moon, the climate turned from sunny to foggy and rainy, with an obvious lack of sunlight everywhere, and the once shiny buildings, lustering in gold and silver, became dirty and rusty because of the contaminated air and smog, containing many forms of acid. The whole colonization project was closed due to the apparent failure, and the shame on the effort made the humans to cut any involvement and let the whole knowledge of that progress to be forgotten. In Earth, long has been unsaid "The most dangerous animal of all, are men". This colony, however, prospered with their standalone economy and hugely quick development. A bit more than a century had passed since and this is where this story begins, in the Mega-city #5, also named "Shem" by the hybrids.

The light of dawn crossed through the apartment building at the Shem Eastern Heights. When it reached to the big window of the apartment in floor 58, that artificial light, created to simulate a day-night cycle under the Mega-City dome, filtered through the electro-chromatic window screen and bathed around a grey blanket, hiding a curvy, female body under it. The radiant sun beams woke up the user of the bed. It quickly shoved up its feline legs, showing a creamy yellow fur with strong tabby orange stripes all over her body, that showed up more and more as it bent back and uncovered it real gender: A female golden kitty girl with orange tabby stripes all over her fur, a nice spiky hairdo with the clearest of blonde tones. She opened her eyes slowly while stretching her back all over the basic bed she had been sleeping all night on and she sat over her knees, giving a yawn while her eyes tried to get clear from the usual sleepy blur. Suddenly, that white static-like bedroom began to light up with a series of embedded light tubes built into the ceiling. Two sections of the wall behind the cat sled up with a hermetic noise, showing a typical blue secretary suit of the time and a TV screen starting with a very formal music from the morning newscast, the "Enceladus News Channel" (or ENC for short). A sweet computerized female voice began talking "Rise and shine, Loree. It's time for breakfast." Loree was, indeed, the tabby cat girl over the bed. She was shaking her head to get rid of the heavy sleep she was having. The night cat proper behavior, indeed. She meowed with displease, wishing for more pillow snuggling, so she replied to the computer integrated on the house shouting "Five minutes more, Maida. Don't make me hack you..."

A sweet smell was coming from the apartment kitchen. Maida's voice said "I have made toasts... and I checked the mail. There is a nice trade for today this afternoon at Gillberg's, the jewel store at Darwin Street. You might want to put your paw on it. It's from the Snatchers Guild." Loree's eyes soon lighted up like Christmas riggings. Maida giggled as her sensors picked up the kitty's biometric readings all the time. It was usual to have a self-intelligent assistant artificial intelligent, indeed, but Maida was... somewhat different. Where the fact that each built-in AI assistance (or "Home assist" to simplify) where made with strong security measures to avoid users tampering with it, Maida was a bespoke version of an AI built by a special friend of Loree, to satisfy her demands in aid, just like a butler or a maid, which explains her name, Maida. And Loree was indeed, somehow, a very peculiar, gogetter girl. With no doubt, she ran an interesting double life. One of them not so legal either...

Loree Sunshine, during the day, worked as a secretary in one of the biggest insurance companies of Enceladus: Garrison & Pike Inc. As she picked up the toast, covered it up in the glistening drippy deep red jam and gave a bit or two, she touched the center of her kitchen table. The center of the same lit up, showing a touch screen where a news anchor appeared at the screen. The male dog host cleared his throat as he began to explain "The Metropolitan Museum of Shem will open today the new exposition of the Majestic, the collection owned by the biggest art collector of Enceladus, Derrick Grissom. Doing a tour through the whole planet, Mr. Grissom himself seems relaxed to showcase his most precious art, mostly completed with sculptures of many materials from bones to precious metals..." Loree finished her toast and pushed the power button on the right corner of the table, saying "Boring".

Loree looked at the embedded electronic clock and gasped "Darn it! I'm late for work! Maida, look out the house for me, okay?" so she ran through the apartment arms quickly, to the basement.

The traffic on Road 47 seemed crowded with cars as usual. Even though the kind on Enceladus seemed quite advanced, they had to drive on four wheels yet. Loree had a usual orange compact car, quite new too. She watched boring at the pretentious gridlock in front of her, as if she was watching paint dry on a wall. Her cell phone started to buzz all around the side seat at her right. It was a text message. The sender was just a number, but a familiar one for Loree.

"The Majestic is covered by the spears. Go check out the books and see if you can grab some grocery."

Such a cryptic message, not for Loree though. After a couple of minutes, she could see the #23 exit at her right, just perfect to reach to the East Downtown of Shem.

The Garrison & Pike office building wasn't any different from the rest of East Downtown, also called the Cashier because of the many banks, insurance companies and the stock exchange office. A Wall Street copy, or one of the many around the Mega-Cities of Enceladus, up to the detail except with some minor decorative changes to be found more accessible by the people of the satellite. It was a sunny day inside the Dome of Shem, it surely looked different from the outside. Each Mega-City was encased on a special biosphere, or a dome, which protected each city from the harsh, quickly devastated and deserted environment of the moon. Each of them was connected through trains, powered by gravity, which made transport not only quick, but deployable. Of course, each shuttle was expensive due to the very advanced technology used. Loree could see one of those gravity trains going inside the crust, Destination: Mega-City number 3, Lorenz. It surely was like Earth in some ways, but having their own perfect little differences. Loree looked at the big, tall glass building decorated in a deep blue tone. The marquee in the front clearly shined with silver letters: "Garrison & Pike Inc." and a small sub-text on the bottom: "Twice as safe than ever". Loree always giggled every time she looked at the marquee, as the motto was also the slogan for the company, and because of her personality, that just gave her funny goose bumps all over her spine.

Loree had finally parked her car and she prepared for work, as usual. She stepped out the car, pulled her purse out, closed her car with the key, checked her uniform and beauty to proper secretary standards and in the end, she walked to the service elevator. As a accountancy management secretary, she had many of the dozens of reserved workspaces of the company, so the access to such commodity was nothing but the best. Once inside the grey shiny metal casket, she pressed the 35th floor button over the 80 others that cluttered like white round circles, waiting to be pressed. Loree just sat over the wall as the elevator faced to the outside glass front of the skyscraper, showing the dome at its best. A ding made the elevator to stop and the doors open. She had arrived to her floor and all she had to do was to reach to her desk.

Maurice Blackton was taking a sip of his large paper cup. He always took the same kind of coffee, every day, from the same shop a couple of blocks right to his flat, in the southern residential zone of Shem, usually called the Swamp because of its darkened brick houses. It looked like an obsidian carving of Brooklyn from the heights. He smirked as his latte started to become cold. He didn't like that in his morning coffee. His yellowish amber eyes turned around his office chair and he looked at his department. He was the chief detective of the Investigation Unit of the Shem Police Department. His decoration tastes were quite outdated, as he liked how the offices of detectives and private eyes were shown in noir films: Wooden floors, white linoleum in walls, wooden furniture, a key locked filing cabinet in musky green... Even a classy wooden door with a smoked glass screen with vinyl marquee over it, signing in a stylish font

"MAURICE BLACKTON, P.E."

It was a piece of vintage ingenuity trapped in time, with the windows showing the huge cityscape as a vast endless floor of metal, concrete, carbon fiber and tarmac across the dome. He was indeed a mean looking black panther: His athletic build, his short black hair that matched his coal or deep black blue fur... and his clothes almost looked like from a Chicago gangster movie flick too: Coffee cream colored trousers, a white pearl buttoned worker's shirt with long sleeves folded, dark brown leather shoes... and a set of suspenders held together with leather bands to the trousers. His wooden coat hanger held his favorite trench coat and matching hat in ochre. He looked like Elliot Ness if he had turned into a panther by some sort of mad scientist from another kind of movies. The door shook and creaked, until it opened and showed a female feline figure coming through the retro bubble. It was Maurice's assistant, Sargent Detective Christie Sidle. Maurice looked at her and asked "What do we got, Christie?"

Christie looked to her boss through her blue eyes, shook her brown fur and cleared her throat as she read from the slim tablet computer on her hands. She groomed her short brunette hair with her white furred paws, although parts of her body were covered in random clear and dark brown spots. She said "We got the appointment with the museum curator and the manager. It's about our coverage in security on the Majestic collection. Just a turf inspection, as usual."

Her boss picked some papers from a recent report given to him at the beginning of his shift "Oh yes. But aren't the museum safety measures enough to protect the collection?"

Christie shook her head "Since this is not a permanent collection and it has been organized by a private collector as Mr. Grissom, he decided to display a whole bunch of own safety measures. We got the job for the night patrols as long as the month which the show will be held, so we have got to familiarize with their stuff, I suppose. At least that's what the information the department has been able to gather around"

Maurice nodded with a firm serious grin and he put away the report he was reading "Alright then. Let's go there ASAP. We will go in my car." He said. Christie sighed because of the arrogant tone of his words. She didn't really like the retro style of his boss. It was too histrionic compared to the clear, glassy look of the typical police office desks and rooms.

Maurice was at the wheel, on his old timed DeSoto Coupe from the 1940s, in a two toned dark blue metallic paint. There was a traffic jam downtown, so they would need quite some time to arrive to the museum. Christie was sat over the door, bored, as she placed the shoulder below the window. She had to ask him a question "Chief. Why do you always have everything so old? I mean, the car, the office... even that coat looks like taken from the dark corner of a pawn shop, ew... You don't even have a cell phone, for crying out loud!"

Maurice looked at Christie with a snicker, making him laugh softly and ignoring the traffic jam that crossed the Main West Road. The messy 6-cylinder purred and silenced the sound of the city coming from aside "I just like older, more simple times, you know, when everything needed a bit of work from your side. Cars from nowadays don't have the looks and the crafts of this baby" he patted the dashboard of his car with pride, and continued "Oh no, not by an inch. I bet you have your picks on arty stuff, huh?" He gave a strong chuckle and kept looking at the jammed car blistering road "Besides, easiness just spoils the romance and the good stuff from investigation. It gives me the thrills. With all the shortcuts and simple stuff, it's just boring, like licking envelopes with your tongue all day and all night"

Christie arched her eyes, looking away from his boss and saying "Whatever..." then she whimpered "Males, always so primitive." Then her pocket began to buzz: it was her smartphone.

"Oh, must be an email" and she pulled her phone outside her pocket. She turned it on. The device lit up and quickly showed some text.

She read the e-mail out loud:

To Mr. Blackton, head of S.P.D Crime Investigation:

It's me, after so many years. I missed you since last time, remember? I heard about the little party coming along downtown tonight, The Majestic, am I wrong? Well, this tabby wants its ball o' yarn ready to be rolled, any second now. Good luck tracking the Guild of thieves, pig.

Kisses, Baset

The hands of Maurice squeezed the steering wheel in anger. Christie blinked in doubt "Who is this Baset? I have never heard of him."

"Her" said Maurice, with a thousand-mile stare into the traffic. He was listening the whole time, each word since he heard his last name "She is a thief. A true master in bank and jewelry heists. She was robbing ever since I started as a beat cop. But..." he bunked his head down, keeping his angry grin "I haven't heard about her in years, I thought she disappeared"

Christie was speechless after the words of his higher in command. The panther placed his eyes at her and said "Let me explain you the story..."

Loree yawned over her desk. The earphone in her left ear was already giving her the cramps with all the heat and pressure. She scanned her eyes over the huge holographic computer screen embedded over her glass stylish desk. She was just next to the door to the huge office of the CEO of Garrison & Pike, Andrew Garrison. As if someone was speaking about the devil, Andrew was walking down the main corridor, reading his tablet as a portfolio where he had all the important working documents and papers. His tabby cat secretary was holding her face with her right hand, showing her usual boredom. Loree wasn't the quiet kind of female: She liked thrills, activity, rushes of adrenaline: She wanted the life as a rollercoaster from the biggest amusement parks.

As soon as the president went inside his haven of work and prosperity, Loree smiled with a gritty grin showing her happiness. She began to work a program in her desktop computer, typing commands at a terrific speed. Suddenly, she was in the file browser of the server she wanted to be: The insurance client database. She licked her lips as she looked at those files as she had found the most valuable treasure or found out an undiscovered archaeological found. She browsed the files at the bottom, until she found the file she wanted, one called "MajesticCollectioninShem". It was the complete inventory of the collection, each piece: from the smallest earring to the biggest stone statue. Yes, Loree was indeed an ambitious sneaky thief. That was the second life she liked to pair with her boring secretary job. But to think about it, it was the perfect cover: She would get the intel about the upcoming most valuable goods insured by the company (also, one of the most paid and relied by costumers in the entire Enceladus moon). She glanced at each digitalized registry sheet, each one with a photograph of the loot, until she stopped with one page, one that called her attention: Item #567: The Golden Elephant. Every detail and word of that entry seemed saucy and delicious for her eyes.

Item #567: The Golden Elephant.

Made in the year 1658 by Kadeesh Elmoor, also known as "Maharandi". An Indian jeweler known for its handmade beautiful metal crafts in metals such as bronze, silver, gold and iron, the Golden Elephant shows the peak of his career by showing its opulence and beauty. Each leg of the elephant have encrusted small 4-carat sapphires in a zigzag pattern of rhomboid shapes, making a total of 600 of these blue jewels cover the legs alone. The head decorations include diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, rubies and topazes, showing a rainbow of symmetric patterns. The 24k gold used to sculpt was cast in a mold by the jeweler himself and carved using tools shown to be ahead of its time. Most jewelry experts consider this piece the most incalculable of Maharandi's work, due to the historical background and sentimental effort that meant for its maker. Some people say that due to its overwhelming beauty and cost, it reacts with the greed and ambitions of people and cause them to change in certain magical ways.

Loree stopped reading the report of that precious item. She just had acquired her target, and she also found the security plans for the exposition, with each and every detail. The whole place was almost a nuclear missile silo: Steel doors, laser tracking systems, motion detection arrays, frequent security staff shifts... Loree smirked and said "Just the usual thing. But this will require more tools. Let's get ready for tonight's party. The guild will improve a lot with his tasty treat!"

The old car stopped in front of the huge, sleek white marbled building of the Shem Metropolitan History Museum. Maurice turned the keys off the starter and the car just turned the lights off and the engine stopped doing its usual purr. Sidle pulled the door off her side, joined by Blackton, as they looked at the huge towering block in the middle of the almost unmovable white precious brick that museum was, filled with holes like a piece of boulder about to be blasted from bedrock in a construction. The weirdest kind of engineering was put into the construction of that white slate. They stepped forward into the entrance stairs and merged inside the shade given by the columns that lead to the huge, heavy lightened glass doors to the lobby. Maurice looked at his assistant, walking alongside her, like if they were two Wild West heroes going together. He asked "Are you nervous, Sidle? This has been your first case since you got transferred from Vice." Christie looked at her boss and chuckled "Well, I heard lots of stuff about you while I was there, chief. Was that true that... you know, a suspect of robbery and you..." Maurice stopped his walk and gave a forward, direct and still frown to his companion "What, Chris?" The chilly serious stare on that panther face stuck on Christie's body, as she felt the coldest of bumps crossing through her spine. Her answer was "Nothing... anyway, it was just gossip, you know. Vice officers are always a bunch of whacks." Maurice's eyes relaxed, but he kept that serious face, saying "Yeah, I guess..." and resuming his walk. They arrived to the Information Desk at the entrance lobby.

Maurice went straight to business "Good afternoon, miss" he looked at the female dog attendant, dressed in a blue skirt and jacket, and a white shirt. The detective showed his silver badge "I am detective Blackton, and this is my companion, Christie Sidle. We had an appointment with mister Junkers, the head of security." The attendant looked at her computer screen while inputting some data to check. She replied "Oh, yes, certainly. He must be on the West Wing. It's the Temporary Exposition zone, just go left through here to the end, and turn right. You cannot miss it, detective." Detective Blackton nodded "Thank you, miss."

Jim Junkers didn't have the classy kind of attire for a chief, but the title was a mere decorative spill. He was, in short, the security guard with the best record around. He was wearing the typical clothes: Blue trousers, white shirt, a flak vest in black including a walkie-talkie... Not bad for a Great Dane dog in black fur. He seemed furious while he was at the phone, screaming "... I need the shifts set for the next hour. I don't want anyone to dodge his shift. This is an important collection and my fur is at stake." Then he hanged up the brass telephone with almost a bash. Junkers looked at the detective officers and quickly swapped his mood to a much calmer one, like a coin toss. "Oh, excuse me. I am Jim Junkers. You must be the detectives assigned for the police coverage, right?" Maurice nodded while he introduced to the Dane "Yes, we are, chief of security. This is my companion Christie Sidle and I am Maurice Blackton. Could you explain us about the security layout of the museum?" Junkers nodded and stood up from his office desk "Of course, follow me".

It was quite a tour as it looked. Blackton and Sidle crossed every room while the security chief explained all the measures the building had to avoid any complications: Laser and Infrared wave detection, CCTV cameras, each linked to an assigned shift with its own department, metal detectors, keypad locks with periodical code changes, steel wired doors on the corridors for fire and robbery stopping purposes... It was a nice gear to start with, yet for the best thief it might seem the most attractive challenge. At the end of the explanation, Maurice smirked "Not bad. But I know the kind who would crack into these systems". The Great Dane laughed "Do not worry, detective Blackton. The exposition for the Majestic collection just got its own safety measures. Much of them are very failsafe. Most of them surprised me after all my years of experience."

And he surely was not kidding. The whole wing for the Majestic art Exposition was the closest thing to a bank vault safe. Junkers showed all the new technology: Fingerprint biometric locks, pressure sensors, thermal and night vision CCTV cameras... Only the authorized personnel could access the whole wing while the museum was closed. Junkers registered the detectives on the fingerprint sensor at the entrance. Once they were finished, he pulled two keycards out of the pocket of his shirt, saying "These are the security keycards for accessing this section. It only works on the entrance door and the temporary exposition section here, so be careful. It won't work on other doors and if the alarm is prepared, it will shut off. Mister Grissom looks very fond of his own jewels. The whole security crew's future is at stake here too."

As soon as they finished the tour through the security measures and left clear there couldn't be any possible robbery, Blackton and Sidle greeted the security chief. Maurice added "Okay then. Shall I join during the night shift? It would help us a lot for the case report." The head of security nodded "Sure. Two hands are always better than one, I guess. The museum closes at 9 PM, the night shift starts after the closure, so don't be late."

Maurice shook the hand of the guard and bowed his head "Thank you very much", and so the security officer walked back to his office. As Christie and Maurice walked outside by the exit and kept going to the park DeSoto, Christie asked "Are you sure about joining the night shift is a good idea? And you didn't say anything about this Baset thief either. Aren't we supposed to...?" Maurice stopped almost frozen and returned that same freezing look to his partner. "Sidle, this is not SPD business anymore. I know who might Baset be and I have to be sure about it." Then he kept walking, quiet, to the parking lot. Christie seemed paralyzed by the deep, serious tone in his boss's voice, but she quickly caught him by running after so she could catch him and hop in the co-driver seat. The antique car started up with its characteristic roar and left the premises of the museums with a low stance and smooth elegance over the road.

The dome was already dark at 9 PM of that Tuesday night, the day before the opening of the great Majestic exposition at the Shem Metropolitan History Museum. The doors had closed with tight iron sealed doors for tonight, as the security guards placed the keys and ensured everyone inside the premise hadn't been staying there for nasty purposes. Maurice was suiting up his new cover all along the changing room, with difficulties, even after he left clear his clothing size for the uniform. One of the guards was at the front desk, checking the security cameras through the checkered front of the desk and viewing the black and white pictures of what was coming along each place in the perimeter: The outer gardens, outside the entrance, the main halls and corridors... quite a view indeed.

They were unaware, however, the small details, like the fine print in a contract. Over the grey cloudy night sky, a grey parachute shaded over the light polluted skyline of the dome. The colors of the old parachute perfectly camouflaged with the brownish orange clouds. A golden tabby furred female cat shape clang and moved around with the wind pushing around the strings of the parachute. When the falling chute reached and landed over the white metallic roof of the stone building. The soft landing made it smooth and quiet, as the slim contour of the user made her light enough to make it perceptible.

She looked at the decorative spotlights on the floor from her landing site, showing her full equipment. The advanced techno-goggles on her head and the dark blue to grey spandex skintight suit was covering her identifiable features, but one thing was sure: her ginger spiky hair and golden fur from her tabby features were only visible from there, however, when she took the red ruby pair of goggles off, it showed her face: It was Loree, the secretary. She quickly moved her eyes around the roof and found a dome-shaped skylight. She smiled and said "Time to return mommy's pride, Loree. Maida, you got the plans?" The robotic voice of her home assist AI poked inside her earpiece speaker on the right "Yes, Loree. It is not going to be easy this time, not like a jar of lollipops."

Loree walked, with her nice rump giggling inside the blue sneaking suit together with her nice cleavage almost syncing each bounce. Once she touched the skylight, she looked through the clear light inside the glass. It gave the upper view of the main lobby, showing the floor covered in fine obsidian black marble while the alabaster white colored metallic walls erected over to sustain the whole place. Loree smiled as she put the goggles on. The red lenses acted as thermal scanners, letting her show any thermal traces or invisible marks. By the looks inside, she knew a couple of things more: They were using many laser emitting diodes as sensors, and the floor had presence sensors through ultrasounds. The sensors could only be disabled by an identity chip on the clothes of the guards, or that's what Loree could realize from her knowledge on heists. One thing was for sure: One second over that floor meant the alarm could shoot off and call the cavalry any time after it, or worse.

Junkers was next to Blackton. He was showing him the usual path of their surveillance shift. They were both walking calm, as Maurice, the panther detective, dressed like a security guard, held the big black cylindrical flashlight that lightened their way with a breezy arctic white flash. Jim tilted his Great Dane ears as he saw his short time companion "So, how does work that of being a detective? You helped solving a great case or what?" Blackton laughed at the stereotype given by Junkers "Oh, no, you know... I loved watching detective stuff, you know, wearing a trench coat, sneaking on the bad guys, following the clues... even the cute girls. Sadly, I became a jock on high school and that gave me a sense of duty. So I joined the forces of law. But it is a hard start, you know, as a beat cop." Maurice ended with a smile as he kept following the security chief through the "Ancient Egypt world" room, at the main floor, just by the right side of the lobby.

A crashing noise could be heard around the lobby and the closest sections. Junkers and Blackton ran through the corridors as soon as they heard the sound of glass falling from the ceiling. But once they arrived there, there was something odd. Miles Cagney, the cat watcher in charge of the security camera screening, was gone. His chair was slowly moving. Blackton could see small shards of glass all over the black floor. The detective looked upside. A small piece of glass fell flat on his shoulder. It did not hurt him, but that gave him a bad feeling: Someone just sneaked in through the big skylight on the roof. The security chief started to feel anxious too, as he noticed a bit later how the air made the clinging noise of those bits of glass zing like a dropped pin.

Loree smiled as she walked happy but quiet on the left wing of the main floor of the History Museum. Her plan was simple. She had a special device on her belt, a magnetic wire set that let her be able to suspend and fall inside buildings with ease. Using the frames of the square skylight, using a diamond scalpel, she slashed one of the squares, picked it outside to the roof, went inside the lobby, just over the poor Cagney guy he snatched, muffled his mouth, pull back with the wire system, knock him out of the roof and get the goods to access the Majestic Collection showroom. She found the clothes not useful, so she got the ID card and the presence sensor chip by examining the clothes very closely. Then she opened a small touch device she had on a pouch and placed the right paw of the security guard on it. The touch screen quickly got an electronic print of the whole hands. "This should be enough, and now for the great prize of the fair." She grabbed the piece of glass with her and used the wires to land on the floor without any problem. Of course, while sliding her way inside, she smashed the huge glass piece so the smashing sound could be heard.

Blackton groaned with an angry roar. "They have escaped and took Cagney with them, right?" Junkers also seemed covered in fear, while he said "I...I think so, but we have to check the rooms now. Call to your squad and take the left wing, detective Blackton. I will go for the East wing. I don't think they will try to break the door for the Majestic Collection." But yet, the mind of the chief of security was already full of bad feelings of what happened if the collection was stolen.

Loree was in front of the metal-plated sealed door to the Majestic Collection wing. She looked at the biometric fingerprint scan with a grin, popped out the fingerprint electronic device and placed it in front of the black screen used for imprinting. A small scan line of white light passed the device, as Loree kept her tail wiggling with thrills, but then the machine gave a frustrating bunk. The small display at the right of the scanning zone started to type: "Not recognizable pattern. 2 attempts left."

Loree groaned "Ugh, it's the M-33 scanner, not the M-30." He pressed the green switch at her earpiece, linking with Maida, her assistant AI "Maida. Did I program you any cracking software for a Merck M-33 fingerprint lock?" Maida's voice replied "Yes. Loree, plug me in. It's going to take a while though."

Loree slipped a long slick computer cable from another of her pockets, plugged it on a service connector at the earplug and then she jacked the other end at the failed cracking device. The screen went white for some seconds, as a buzzing noise started up. In half a minute, the small display turned green, gave an affirmative beep noise and showed some words in the same font "Access granted". The door began to lift up like the entrance of a mall. Loree asked "I thought you would take some more time." Maida returned a dizzy voice "Huh, what? It took me forever there, missy!?" Loree gave a chuckle back.

Maurice ran through the corridors, until he passed the entrance to the Majestic Collection site. He turned his head and gasped as he saw the corridor to the collection open wide, with the cracking device sparking out mad like a lousy fuse box. He was a bit too late. Loree had already reached to the main lobby of the West Showroom, where she started to pack up all the loot-able things, trinkets and treasure in a big sack. All she had to do was to attach the drone she had prepared to carry the gold and cash in later at the guild. The bag was already bloated, but she didn't have got the encased stuff first, and that meant she had to be more delicate than the snatching swag up she just made in a flash. Loree looked bored at everything that was encased: It was just old ragged papyrus scrolls, metal ware, old rusty dull blade weapons... nothing much worth of her time, she was just there for the precious crafted jewelry after all. Even so, one of the exposed encased items was emanating the shiniest of yellow gleams all over the place, as the light coming from the dome filtered through the skylight above the room. It was the Golden Elephant.

Loree approached to the case, but just when she was three feet away, she stopped with an alert glance on her frowned face. Call it intuition or cat sense, she knew something smelled funny around that priceless golden candy. The Elephant was protected, and very tight. Loree put her goggles on and gave a thermal check around. The cubic glass case was protected by a series of lasers on each lateral side of the case, as well as four lasers on the top glass cover. She realized "I can't crash the top glass, because then the laser sensors will find out I smashed it. If I crack any of the other four panels, I am busted too... No go on the sonic emitter." Loree kept staring at the case from where she was, thinking on her next move. When the idea struck up her head, she spoke through the earpiece "Maida. Time to heat this room up"

Loree retrieved a semi-spherical electronic device from her backpack. It almost looked like a half of the Death Star. It was one of Loree's salvaged crackers from the Guild: A thermite charge. By using the chemical reaction produced by a microwave and electric arc emitter, the hot melting iron would pierce through the glass, leaving a clean hole without cracks, and thus letting her retrieve her prize. The device had a mirror placed by Loree, so the ray dubiously thought the case wasn't being cracked. A round hole melted away like burnt plastic, but flashing orange like the live crust of the Sun. The tabby cat thief turned the device off and soon she groped the leg of the golden jeweled elephant with her lovely crafted fingerless gloves. Incidentally, she heard the swish of a gun pointing close at the back of her head and say "Freeze! Put the elephant back now, thief!"

Maurice's face was covered by the light coming from up above. He was ready to shot her if she did anything funny. He pushed his gun a couple of inches and said "So I had found you, Baset. I thought you were dead..." Loree's face grinned and she looked back at Maurice, still holding the statue with her hand. "Detective Chief Blackton... as late as always" His face turned confused.

"You are not Baset." Said Blackton with a calm but stiff lip "But you dress like her..." Loree nodded "Don't you remember me, agent Blackton? The young girl at the court that day they judged her?" A sudden thought flashed and stroke like a thunder in Maurice's mind. Loree's voice kept going on "Yes, Baset was my mother. And yet you knew your brother was good at his job... you ruined his life, his family! I had waited all this time for revenge! And you won't stop me!"

All those strong feelings seemed to anger up Loree so much, and yet she was fearless at the disguised worker of the law pointing at her with a gun. On the contrary, Blackton felt something strange on Loree's body, in her bust, to be more precise. Loree began to feel weird as she felt her breasts turning heavier... and bigger.

The Golden Elephant began to shine and started to play an ear-piercing humming noise, as if it was the nastiest of curses. She tried to pull her arm from the relic, but instead, it was stuck on her, as if it was magnetized by some kind of weird force. Blackton was stunned by the size of those breasts, growing exponentially. In some mere seconds, her breasts had already grown over her rib cage. A soothe warmth bathed the fur of the tabby kitty, who watched how her front bosom broke the laws of physics.

As the huge hunks of meat grew bigger, Blackton became so stunned, the growth of such made him be carried away by them as soon they oversized him. Loree was lying face-down in top of them, as they grew bigger and bigger. In a couple of minutes, her breasts had already collapsed the tank top that encased her chest and exposed her jugs to the free air. Her nipples were grown in proportion too, as she mounted over them unable to control that flooding curse of size rise. The spell of the golden elephant acted on the grim desires of revenge and ambitions of the females, you see.

The Golden Elephant served as a charm to make the infuriated and non-cherished wives of the sultans more voluptuous and attractive. Since their rage and rancor fueled the special magic embodied in the statue, this made the lusty cheating sultans become happier as they came back to their selected wife. Of course, if an unpleased by the fact concubine used the elephant, her desires of ambition were of such greatness and cunning, she would oversize her breasts too much and become a grotesque slobbering hunk of breast meat.

Since Loree was filled with the greedy obsession to gold she clearly craved for, the effect of the statue's magic became a real blast, a surge of that modifying, body-shaping magic at its best. Her growing meat sacks had already filled the whole lobby of the collection, crushing the exposition items and nearby displays, causing the alarm to shut off. The flexible texture of these tits, however, let the crushed detective be able to breath from them. At last, when Loree had arrived to the ceiling, she couldn't grow any longer, and the Golden Elephant was still shining with its golden light, absorbing her grudges and greed like a gluttony based beast.

Her breasts began to crack the structure of the West wing of the Shem History Museum. Since her huge nipples were touching the cold, plain ground of the museum, Loree could do anything but moan wildly, as the cold made those ends extremely hard and stiff. Just like a huge explosion of TNT turned into a huge hunk of meat, the expanding force and growth of these pieces of meat applied so much stress to the concrete and steel structure, they finally cracked it and so the whole west side of the building burst down into hundreds of chucks of artificial rock slashed and whipped across the nearby gardens and the rest of the outside part of the remaining museum.

The Elephant had finally stopped glowing, then Loree sighed in relief, as she looked at her prize. Yet, she realized her precious bust had overgrown to such size, she was unable to move an inch due to the huge size and density of her breasts. Her body was almost half-a-way between the ground and the ceiling of the metal dome that encased Shem. The only thing she was able to do was to scream a simple word: "HEEEEEEEEELP!" while she wiggled her slim and trapped-on-top firm.

THE END

For JAEH

© Shiro Uzumaki, 2013

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