Kiss My Arse 4 - I Hate Polymorphs
#4 of Kiss My Arse
"They're following us!" screamed Fox over the roar of the thrusters. "Oh really, you think!" No sooner had we left the cave and boarded the craft that a squadron of Signit fighters began to open fire. We had to open both sides of the cabin and fire outwards as we lacked in built weapons or shields. A laser round flew past my arm and singed the flesh. "Oh that's fucking it." I removed the sniper rifle that I had been saving. "You'll never hit them at this height," cried Falco. "Just watch me." The first round exploded from the barrel and hit it's mark, piercing a fuel tank on one of the cruisers. The next round hit the panel which controlled the direction of the flame jets. With fuel bleeding from the tank it was inevitable what would happen. The whole squadron went up in flames and we were safe.
I sat on the bed with the pictures in my hand. Questions rushed through my head. What am I need for? Why has all this happened to me? Who am I? The dossier said nothing of my birth, my parents, my past. All it said was of a plan that involved me. It was entitled 'Project Sword'. Even though my arm hurt from the round, the rest of my body felt empowered. A strange feeling rushed through me; a power hidden but a power of potential. Pulling myself from the bed, I walked to the bathroom and removed my coat and top. All I saw was the same wolf staring back at me. Where did I go? A sharp pain ran down my back and my grip became tighter on the sink. Soon the metal began to bend and break. Turning round, I saw that my tattoos were glowing. They looked different. They were the same shape and depicted the same mysterious insignias as before but they seemed more...real. They looked more like scars than tattoos. Finally realising what I had done, I stared down at the sink in front of me. It was bent and twisted by my grasp. But the sink was made out of a steel compound. How could that be? "What the fuck is happening to me???" I asked myself. A knock on the door made me panic as I rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. "Co...come in." The door opened to reveal Chloe on the other side. "Hi Mitch, can I come in?" "Yeah, I guess so." She respectfully walked in an sat on the bed. "I guess," she began, "I just wanted to say thank you for what you did." "It was nothing." "It wasn't nothing. I have worked for months trying to take him down and it takes you a few hours. I guess I have a lot to learn." "Well," I said coldly, "I didn't do it for you. I must do it for myself." She stared up smiling at me, "I love that. That 'hard man' sentimentality. It's very attractive." She stood up and approached me. I pushed her away with my past rushing back to me, "Look, Chloe, I want nothing to do with you." She moved back to give me space, "Why not? Is it because I'm a cop?" "No..." "Of course it's not." Her smile reappeared and she put her arms around my shoulders, "I'll show you I can be a much nicer cop than the others you've experienced." She slowly approached me for a kiss. She was so beautiful and she smiled sweet. I couldn't resist. We embraced each other with a long kiss. With one hand she began to undo my fly and button to remove my trousers. Moving to my crotch, she licked and lapped at my sheath as I feel back to the bed. Cupping my balls in her soft hands she incurred my length slowly from it's sheath. "Wow, what a big boy I have here." With a naughty smile, she began licking the tip tentatively. A current of pleasure ran through my spine as I caressed her cheek to encourage her. With the head of my cock in her mouth, she bobbed up and down as wave after wave of pleasure poured into me as her canine tongue teased and tickled my senses. Soon, I could take it no more and I released myself onto her. A stream of hot cum hit their mark across her face before she caught the rest in her mouth. She laid beside me and held me tight, "Did you enjoy that?" I was out of breath; I had never experience a pleasure as great as that, "Yeah. Thanks." She cleaned herself up and decided to leave. "Hey they have work for me down at the precinct but look me up some time, 'kay?" She gave me a little wink and she off.
Krystal entered my room as I laid on the bed in a deep sleep. Like a ninja, she pulled up and chair and held her hand over my head in concentration. Her powers dug into my mind and my sleep became restless. I saw what she saw. There was a large, dark, swirling sphere of razor winds and darkening ghouls. Inside was movement. I walked forward to have a closer look. In the sphere I saw images and shapes of familiarity. On of a blue wolf with a big smile on his face and grey hair. A wolf cub of black fur stood beside him. I looked to the right of the sphere to see Krystal standing there. I sprung up from the bed and out of my dreams, landing back into reality with a thump, "AAAAHHHHH!!!" Krystal sat next to me. "What the fuck were you doing? What was that?" I said angrily, expecting answers fast. She seemed to be in considerable pain from the experience as she held her head from the relentless headaches. "That wolf was your father and the cub beside him was you." "And my mother?" I asked, now more calm. "I couldn't see her. That sphere is a dark energy that's covering your thoughts. It has grown in strength since last time. I must examine this further." "Not tonight." "No, not tonight, you need your rest. I am sorry to have disturbed you." She regained her composure and left the room. "Hey ask me next time, okay?" I called to her from outside the door.
After a few more hours that passed with rest seeming like an impossibility I decided to take a tour of the ship to clear my troubled head having never seen the ship properly before. All the corridors were a boring and dull grey as the stretched throughout the craft like veins. The view from the bridge was beautiful. The light of far stars and busy planets filled the dark void. However, it made me wonder. There is so much darkness. The stars shining is just a futile attempt to brighten the darkness. They'll never succeed so why do they shine so brightly? "Beautiful isn't it?" Turning quickly, I found a strange figure behind me. It was a blue polar bear with a dark black nose in a purple dressing gown. She walked up beside me and stared at the space, "All those stars. And just think that outside that pane of glass is the only thing saving us from the icy grip of death." I looked curiously at my companion as she continued to stare into the space, not making contact. "Who are you?" I questioned. "Me?" she turned her head to look at me, "My name is Claire. It's nice to meet you." She gave me a friendly peck on the cheek being careful not to be too forward. "I'm Mitch. I haven't seen you on the ship before." "I'm just catching a ride with Peppy. I need to get back to my home planet." "Right..." She paused for a second and looked dead at me, "So, what were you thinking when you looked at space?" Taking another look at the stars, I replied, "I wondered where my mother and father might be." "Wow that's sad. I'm very sorry." "Don't be, I've never meet them before. There is no emotional connection between me and them." "Maybe you'll never find them...It's just as futile as all the stars shining so brightly out there." "Isn't that a bit," I turned to her but she was gone, "pessimistic?" Peppy had just appeared through the door with a mug of coffee. "Peppy," I called out to him, "Did you see where Claire went?" He nodded with a smile, "She just went back to her room, she's very tired." "Oh right..." I just turned back to the empty space in front of me. If it was so futile then why did the stars keep on shining? Although normally I'm not that bothered, the sight of my parents sent my mind racing. I guess I needed some closure so I set off to see Krystal. The corridors were normally very quiet this time of the night yet I could hear a faint voice. The voice became much clearer as I approached Krystal's cabin. It was Krystal and she was moaning and groaning. I placed my ear to the door and listen in. "Aaaahhhh Sally.....Seriously Sal....AAAHHHH..." "Yummy, put I bet it'll taste better with this." "Sal what are gunna do with that whipped creaaaaAAAAAAHHHH....oooohhhh...I hope you gunna clear that up Missy." "I'll get right on it but I first need a cherry. Oh look, there's one." "That's not a che...AAAHHH OH GOD SAL!!! Okay for you it could be..." The pair giggled and moaned. They seemed so close...so loving...so intimate. Why had I not discovered that level of intimacy and love? "What the hell do you think your doing?" ordered a sharp voice behind me. I turned to find Fang standing in front of me in a discerning manner. "Are you prying on them?" "Mind your own business." "Hey Mitch are you," a figure turned the corner, "here...?" It was Fang. "What the fuck is going on?" I turned to the other Fang who was laughing to himself. He held is hand out to me and Fang, "Goodbye boys." His voice seemed much more soft and girlish. The same blue energy that Sonic Fox used engulfed me and Fang and soon we had disappeared.
I awoke slowly to a completely contrasting scene. I was surrounded by lush undergrowth and a thick canopy above. On the ground beside me laid Fang as he slowly awoke and surveyed the scene. A thick mist covered the area just like the night of the band concert. However, I knew this was different planet entirely. The sky was a shade of deep purple and the sounds of distant wildlife was foreign and ruckus. "Where the hell are we?" I demanded from Fang. "I don't know," he replied, "but where ever we are, it's not the Great Fox." "Well who was that other Fang?" I asked. "There is no other Fang that was a polymorph," he replied in an expressive tone. "A polymorph?" "A creature who can transform into another thing or shape. And, if I'm not mistaken, that was the second Signit commander or Claire as it calls itself." My brain kicked into action, "Claire the polar bear I saw?" "You saw a polar bear? Why didn't you tell anyone?" "Well Peppy said she was his friend." Fang rubbed his eyes in fatigue, "That wasn't Peppy, that was it in disguise. It normally takes the form of Claire the polar bear but it's commander name is Polymorph Bear." A rustle of the trees brought our attention upwards. A dark figure was perched above us with his bow draw. Before me or Fang could unsheathe our blades he had fired two arrows. Both hit the ground below us and into a strange looking plant. The plant screeched and shrivelled before finally dying. The figure leaped from the canopy and in front of us drawing another arrow. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Fang slowly reached for his sword but the figure fired an arrow into his scabbard. "The next shot will be through the head if you don't start talking," demanded the mysterious figure. "We are of no threat. Through an evil power we came here and all we wish for is to get back." He looked deeply at each of us; slowly scanning one, then the other. The figure lowered his bow and sighed, "You don't seem to look like an type of enemy I know." I finally examined the figure closely. He was a wolf like me with coal black fur and random silver streaks. His hair was darker jet black with crimson high-lights. His tail had crimson on the tip and his upper arms were tattooed with crescent moons of the same crimson colour that followed in a sort of band around the arm itself. His eyes were the most memorable part though as his right eye was an emerald green and the left a royal blue. On his back he carried a large scabbard and a place for his bow and quiver. "What the fuck was the plant about?" Fang demanded. "Well," he began, "If that thing had bitten you then your body would begin to break down. The venom coursing through your veins would have killed your bodies cells and you would break down within a matter of hours. The anti-venom is also very rare and the death is excruciating." We both stood in awe of this knowledge. He simply smiled, "I'll take your silence as 'thank you'." He offered his hand in good faith, "I'm quite a good judge of character so I'll believe your cause is just. Turn on me, however, and I will not hesitated to tear you to shreds. My name is Dark Wolfe or just Dark for short." Fang calmed himself and returned his handshake with a strong on of his own, "My name is Fang and this is Mitch." If I was honest I didn't like the look of him. He seemed mystical and dark, not the kind of guy I liked to spend my time with. "What are those tattoos for?" I enquired. "These are just tattoos of my tribe. And yours?" He asked. "They're scars actually..." "Well now that we are acquainted may we ask for some shelter and supplies?" He glanced over at me for a moment before answering, "I see no reason why I should not share some supplies. Follow me." He lead us off into the thick undergrowth and the darkness of the surrounding canopy. Howls of hungry beasts and prey echoed throughout the scene as the crisp crackle of leaves beneath our feet was our only companion. Soon we entered a clearing for which there was a large wooden hut erected in the middle. "Welcome to my home," announced Dark with his arms held high in jubilation. He offered us a seat inside next to the fire which we accepted with gratitude. Passing us warm mugs, he perched himself in front of us and begun his questioning. "So," he said taking a calm sip of his brew, "How did you get here?" "Portal Magic of a Cerinian. We know not how to get back," exclaimed Fang. He suddenly turned to me in excitement, "Of course, how could I have been so stupid! You're a cerilian. Use your powers to get us back." I looked down at the floor with dismay, "...I don't know how..." "Don't know how? Whadda ya mean you don't know how? If you haven't realised that polymorph is on the Great Fox right now and it could kill everyone and no-one would know a thing. Do you want that to happen?" "NO I FUCKIN' DON'T," I said in rage, knowing I had heard enough, "I WANT TO HELP I REALLY DO BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE MY POWERS YET SO GET OFF MY BACK!!!" My outrage echoed through the dark forest leaving Fang quiet and Dark shocked. I decided it would be best if I cooled off outside.
With a smile on her face, Claire made her way down the silent corridor. Turning into a storage room, she flicked on the light. "Are you ready?" she asked to the seeming emptiness. "I guess so. Good work Claire," came a reply. A blue skunk made his way out of the shadows to meet her. She hand-cuffed him and lead him out of the room. Morphing into Mitch, she brought him to the control room and hit the button on the panel for the alarm. The team sprang into action and meet her in shock. "Mitch, what's going on?" "I've found another Signit commander!" she eagerly replied, "He was hiding in the cargo hold." "Good work." The skunk struggled and surged in his restraints, "I'll kill all of you." "Finish this Mitch, chop his head off," called a tired Falco, baying for bloodshed. "Actually," she replied cunningly, "He says he knows about the last commander's whereabouts. Maybe he should be interrogated by Krystal as she can read his mind." The team nodded in agreement, "Good idea Mitch, take him to the interrogation room. We'll deal with him later."
Fang gave Mitch some time before talking to him. Exiting the hut, Fang found Mitch sitting on a nearby stump with his arms crossed. "I'm sorry about that Mitch, I'm just worried for the others." "And you think I'm not?" I didn't really know how I felt but I wasn't going to tell him just yet. Did I just care about myself and my past or was I really starting to care for the others? "I know Mitch. I just don't know what I'd do if they were hurt." I sighed heavily and looked up at the stars. The sky seemed a lot darker tonight and the wind chilled my sore bones. "I think our new friend can help us though," uttered Fang. "He says that he knows of an elixir which will unlock hidden powers but it comes at a risk. He has said he will help anyway he can but we need to help him collect the ingredients. Maybe we can get back in time but I think wasting more won't do us any good. You in?" I wrapped my coat tight around my body, shielding myself from the harsh winds and the chilling mists that drift to and fro. I arose from the log and prepared myself for a long night. "Yeah, I'm ready." (((I must admit this one is not up-to-scratch like the others are. This is the first appearance of two new figures; Claire and Dark Wolfe. Claire is Copyright of Yon12Yon and Dark Wolfe is Copyright of Dark Wolfe. Please do not forget to COMMENT. Thank you.)))