The Fury of Furries
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				Title: <strong>The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 19:42:07</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Emma Jones</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Emma_Jones_Catgirl1.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> Helvorn<br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Emma Jones<br><strong>Character Serial Number:</strong> 12A45Q23<br><strong>Locations of Serial Number Tattoo:</strong> Mons, lower back above buttocks, left forearm<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female!<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Role:</strong> Lead Pilot<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'4"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 100 lb<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Blond hair, slender and athletic cat girl with pale white hair and a pale furry tail<br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Silver<br><strong>Fur Colour:</strong> White<br><strong>Species and/or breed:</strong> Turkish Angora<br><br><strong>Percent human DNA:</strong> 70%<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Males, piloting, dancing, fish, chasing small furry things, winning, marital arts, gambling<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Being ignored, boring people, losing, dogs<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Emma is a combination of her early teenage human personality, the traits of the feline DNA with which she was crossed and the personality urges implanted to make her an excellent pilot and compliant anthro.&nbsp; She is active, curious and desires to be helpful to those around her true to her cat heritage.&nbsp; She is competitive and loves to gamble, spar, race and fly her space craft.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had extensive martial arts training before being taken for the program and was given further training in martial arts, bladed weapons and stealth to make her a combat prototype. <br><br>She loves to dance both on her own and with others as well as party.&nbsp; Fiercely attracted to males, she was given hypercharged sexual drives and is often in an uncontrollable heat at the most inconvenient times.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Emma was kidnapped and extensively altered by the military for the specific role of piloting a new design of experimental fighter craft. She was taken while very young and modified until her body was unrecognizable as a pure strain human.&nbsp; She was then subjected to accelerated growth, to reach physical and mental maturity and was then given extensive training in how to fly the fighter ship. She graduated from the pilot training and was given her present rank, before being sedated and shipped to the Carrier Jump-ship <em>Persius' Revenge</em>. Once there, she was revived and shown into the squadron's ready room where she met the rest of the squadron for the first time.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chris Evans</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> FallenFeather<br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Chris Evans<br><strong>Character Serial Number:</strong> 93901990<br><strong>Locations of Serial Number Tattoo:</strong> Back of left ear, lower back on the right side, inner left thigh<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi-curious<br><strong>Role:</strong> Lead Pilot<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5’6”<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 123 lbs<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Green<br><strong>Fur Colour:</strong> Gold with black stripes<br><strong>Species and/or breed:</strong> Toyger (http://www.redorbit.com/education/reference_library/science_1/domestic_cat_breeds/2580006/toyger/)<br><br><strong>Percent human DNA:</strong> 60%<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> sunshine, naps, naps in sunshine, beds, being good at what she does, praise, chocolate<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> failing, early mornings, cold<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Chris obeys without any questions asked, especially from a superior officer. While on duty, Chris is all military: yes ma’am, no sir, saluting, the whole deal. There was no playing around. No fun and games. It was serious like life and death because, well, it usually was. While not on duty, Chris relaxes completely. Though still yes sir, no ma’am to officers, she does so in a far more relaxed tone. She likes to relax and just laze around when she can. Her favorite activity is taking naps in the sun. Chris prefers to sleep in the rare occasions that she can, though still has no problem getting herself up with a few extra yawns.<br>&nbsp;<br>She is somewhat mischievous, and though she won’t go out of her way to trick someone, if the opportunity arises, she’ll happily pull a fast one on you. Regardless, Chris is completely loyal, almost to a fault, especially when it comes to military matters. She completely believes that everything is for the greater good. She is totally willing to sacrifice herself for the military if asked. She’s the kind to not leave her comrades behind, even if the situation seems hopeless. The military is her life and her unit is her family.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Chris Evans was born into the military. All she’s ever known were training regiments and drills. As such, she is perfectly content with her life and has no desire for a different and possibly better life. Of course, being 40% feline, she’s been curious about the civilian life. However, her trained and conditioned mind has kept her from exploring that option. That and the fact that she was less than human made her unfit to do anything but be a military dog… cat. At least, that’s what she had been told all her life, so why should she believe any different?<br><br>Chris was an experimental science experiment by the military.&nbsp; They wanted to know if they could breed high animal percentages and properly condition them. Chris was a perfect success, letting them control what kind of traits she would have. Growing up, Chris was always around humans and mostly humans. She had very interaction with “her kind,” meaning mostly anthros, or less than humans. She was trained almost right out of the test tube to be a pilot, from an actual education to physical training, Chris was meant to be perfect. She was taught multiple forms of hand-to-hand combat, piloting numerous aircraft, navigation, ship maintenance, math, science, and obedience. Chris never questioned an order. She might hesitate, but she will always do what is asked, whether she agrees or not.<br><br>Chris was bred by the military for the specific role of piloting a new design of experimental fighter craft. She underwent accelerated growth, to reach physical and mental maturity and was then given extensive training in how to fly the fighter ship. She graduated from the pilot training and was given her present rank, before being sedated and shipped to the Carrier Jump-ship <em>Persius' Revenge</em>. Once there, she was revived and shown into the squadron's ready room where he/she met the rest of the squadron for the first time.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bumper</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Razor_color_by_xxxPIFFxxx.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> vin26m<br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Bumper<br><strong>Character Serial Number:</strong> 0BUMPER0<br><strong>Locations of Serial Number Tattoo:</strong> Left and right upper arms, back of neck<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Role:</strong> Feline Anthro Pilot<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 150 lbs<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Bumper has short, mahogany-toned glossy brown hair, large oval expressive green eyes and big pointy ears.&nbsp; Although he is large, he looks lean and lithe, and is deceptively heavy for his build.<br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Green<br><strong>Fur Colour:</strong> Brown<br><strong>Species and/or breed:</strong> Havana Brown<br><br><strong>Percent human DNA:</strong> 60%<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Chocolate, pizza, music, video games, comic books, skateboards, martial arts, females (human and anthro)<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Bumper is charming, playful, sociable, affectionate and intelligent.&nbsp; He uses his paws as a means of contact or attempt to gain the attention of passersby, as well to investigate curiosities by touching and feeling.&nbsp; &nbsp;He is a prankster goofball who likes to have fun.&nbsp; Although he seems absent-minded, it hides an intellect and curiousity, especially when it comes to devices.&nbsp; He loves being a fighter pilot, which seems like a big video game to him.&nbsp; Although he's not competitive, he does like to talk smack.&nbsp; He got his name because of his tendency to bump into things, mostly because he's not paying attention.&nbsp; Despite being absent-minded, he is very alert when he puts his mind to it.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Bumper was bred by the military for the specific role of piloting a new design of experimental fighter craft. He underwent accelerated growth, to reach physical and mental maturity and was then given extensive training in how to fly the fighter ship. He graduated from the pilot training and was given his present rank before being sedated and shipped to the Carrier Jump-ship <em>Persius' Revenge</em>. Once there, he was revived and shown into the squadron's ready room where he met the rest of the squadron for the first time.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Midnight</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Combat_kitty_by_pokkuti-d4h4yfl.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> vin26m<br><br><strong>Character name:</strong> Midnight<br><strong>Character Serial Number:</strong> M1DN1GHT<br><strong>Locations of Serial Number Tattoo:</strong> Left pectoral, right shoulderblade, upper right arm<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Role:</strong> Feline Anthro Pilot<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 5'8"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 150 lbs<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Orange<br><strong>Fur Colour:</strong> Black<br><strong>Species and/or breed:</strong> American Bombay<br><br><strong>Percent human DNA:</strong> 60%<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> Attention, being held, being pet, playing dog-like games such as fetch, sunlight, warmth, fighting, taunting<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Criticism<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Midnight is aggressive and sarcastic.&nbsp; He responds very well to praise and very poorly to being reprimanded.&nbsp; He tends to get himself into trouble by talking too much and saying the wrong thing.&nbsp; Heoften gets into fights, regardless of whether he will win or lose.<br><br><strong>History:</strong> Midnight was bred by the military for the specific role of piloting a new design of experimental fighter craft. He underwent accelerated growth to reach physical and mental maturity and was then given extensive training in how to fly the fighter ship. He graduated from the pilot training and was given his present rank before being sedated and shipped to the Carrier Jump-ship <em>Persius' Revenge</em>. Once there, he was revived and shown into the squadron's ready room where he met the rest of the squadron for the first time.<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stinger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Harm8_%281%29.jpg)<br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Harm18.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong>&nbsp; vin26m<br><br><strong>Character name:</strong>&nbsp; Lieutenant Commander Tom "stinger" Jordan<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Role:</strong> Fighter Wing Commander<br><br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'4"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 220 lbs.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br><strong>Eye Colour:</strong> Blue<br><strong>Hair Colour:</strong> Black<br><strong>Species and/or breed:</strong> Human<br><br><strong>Percent human DNA:</strong> 100%<br><br><strong>Likes:</strong> (Things your character enjoys)<br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> (Things your character does not enjoy)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> (What is the character like?)<br><br><strong>History:</strong><br><br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 20:27:14</strong>
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				Lieutenant Commander Tom Jordan, callsign "Stinger," looked over the new recruits.&nbsp; They were still in suspended animation and looked like they were asleep in the giant tubes.&nbsp; <br><br>Stinger opened up one tube, then another across from it.&nbsp; He checked out the two males of the four anthro feline pilots.&nbsp; Both pilots, callsigns Midnight and Bumper, were high level hybrids with minor flaws in their personalities.&nbsp; Midnight was aggressive and sarcastic, while Bumper was a goofball who lacked focus and was a bit clumsy outside of a cockpit.&nbsp; Still they scored well enough to qualify for the new fighter craft.<br><br>Stinger opened up their capsules and started the revival process immediately.&nbsp; In no time, the two pilots woke up.&nbsp; Midnight immediately got into a fighting stance, his claws extended and fangs bared.&nbsp; Once he became acclimated to his surroundings, he managed to relax.&nbsp; Bumper, on the other hand, yawned loudly and smacked his lips, then rolled over onto his side to sleep some more.&nbsp; Midnight punched Bumper in the arm, waking him up, then half carried and half dragged him out of the room.<br><br>This left Stinger alone with the two female felines.&nbsp; He opened one of the tubes, but waiting on reviving its inhabitant.<br><br>Chris Evans was made with the same batch as Midnight and Bumper.&nbsp; She was also 60% feline and 40% human, but she picked up the training more quickly than the males and tended to make better decisions, which got her a role as a lead pilot instead of the lesser wing pilots that Midnight and Bumper would be.&nbsp; She was covered in fur from head to toe, sporting black tiger-like stripes on an orange coat, along with long, human-like blond hair.<br><br>Stinger couldn't help but trace the serial number on her inner thigh, then run his fingers through her fur, then her hair, then even the tufts inside her ears.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was alone, then ran both his hands up and down her body.&nbsp; She was lean and muscular, and he made sure to part her thin thighs and spread her nether lips to peek at the pink flesh between her legs.&nbsp; He bent over the capsule and even pressed his face into her crotch, inhaling deeply and pulling the scent of her sex into his nose.<br><br>Stinger kept Chris asleep as he went across the room to the last of the four capsules.&nbsp; <br><br>Emma Jones was different from the other pilots.&nbsp; While Midnight, Bumper and Chris were all made in a lab and born out of a test tube, Emma was created in an entirely different and new manner.&nbsp; She was originally a full <em>Homo sapiens</em>, and then feline genes were spliced into her DNA.&nbsp; If it wasn't for the cat ears atop her head, the slitted pupils in her eyes, and white tail coming out of the base of her spine, she could pass for a pure human.&nbsp; Her abilities, though, were comparable to Chris and also superior to most other pilots.<br><br>Stinger helped himself to molest Emma also.&nbsp; He felt up her breasts through the thin white t-shirt she was wearing, then stroked her slit through her tight blue shorts.&nbsp; The actions triggered reactions, and Emma's nipples engorged into stiff peaks while a wet spot started forming in her shorts.&nbsp; Stinger put his fingertip in her waistband, and tugged it down to look at the serial number on her mons.<br><br>He hit some buttons then waited for the two female to stir from their slumber.&nbsp; He stood erect, his pants sporting the beginning of a tent, while he waited for the pilots to get out of the capsules and stand at attention before him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 10:19:41</strong>
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				They said you did not dream in suspended animation but Emma knew better.&nbsp; She dreamed of her childhood, a vague thing that was confused with images of being a regular human and a cat girl.&nbsp; She knew that she was different from the other cat boys and cat girls but never quite why.&nbsp; Often times it seemed that her human trainers and the doctors that attended to them pushed her particularly hard, harder than the others.&nbsp; She thought that her dreams of an early life were tied into her treatment but she could never figure out why.<br><br>It was a given that she dreamed about flying.&nbsp; While there were things that were uncertain and maybe confusing in her life there was nothing confusing about piloting.&nbsp; She took to the cockpit with an eager yearning that was so strong that typical punishment for her was to be denied time in the trainers or simulators.&nbsp; Emma was an instinctive pilot and while perhaps not as fast as the others she seemed to have a better head for tactics and anticipation that more than made up for any shortcoming in reaction times.<br><br>And she dreamed of sex.&nbsp; Other cat girls were horny, some more than others accordign to their breed but Emma went beyond most.&nbsp; The doctors told her that she was literally in heat much of the time.&nbsp; Emma sought out males with an aggressive submission that rivaled her passion for flying.&nbsp; When her heat hit her she would meow and whine shamelessly for sex and domination.<br><br>Her current dream was deeply sexual as a male touched and fingered her.&nbsp; Emma moaned and opened her legs and then moaned again as the delicious feelings became more and more real and were joined by the scent of an aroused human male.&nbsp; Her eyes opened and she looked up at the human male in the uniform of a lieutenant commander.&nbsp; Oh god, she thought, I can feel a heat coming on.&nbsp; Whimpering and licking her lips in desire she responded as conditioned and rolled out of the tube to stand at quivering, aroused attention before him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 06:30:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Chris Evans<br><strong>Where:</strong> Cryo Champer<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emma, Stinger<br><hr><br>Chris dreamed of darkness. Nothing but darkness. She was floating in an endless abyss. She couldn't see anything. Couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything. It was just blackness all around. Was this how it was supposed to be in suspended animation? Just nothingness? Or did Chris just have nothing to dream about? No hopes, no aspirations. No dreams.<br><br>Chris felt herself stirring. Awakening. It felt like light and warmth. Chris imagined it was like being born. of course, she had no clue what that felt like. Her first memory was opening her eyes in a tube, floating in a liquid while attached to numerous wires. That was the way she was born. Now Chris opened her ees to a ship. Her pupils contracted against the sudden light, turning into thin sits. The girl blinked against the light, remembering the moments just before this. She had been shipped off to a squad of new prototype fighters. She was to be a lead pilot. Her heart skipped a beat. Was it elation at the thought of being chosen for this honor? Joy perhaps?<br><br>Chris blinked again, hearing a mewling from beyond her feet. It must have been on of her fellow pilots waking up. Chris stayed laying down for a moment longer, enjoying the relaxing feel of a long nap. However, the mewing turned into moaning. The intoxicating scent of arousal filled the air. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Did this other pilot dream? Was it an arousing dream? Was Chris really that different? She sat up in time to see another feline stand to attention in front of an officer while quivering. The overwhelming scent came from the girl for the most part, Chris couldn't deny the hint from the officer. She also couldn't deny the slight affect it had on her. Now that her eyes were adjusted, her pupils dilated, her mouth suddenly dry, forcing her to lick her lips. <br><br>Regardless, Chris stood up and quickly saluted the officer. She was clearly strong and resolute, not nearly as affected as the other girl. While the other girl wore clothing and her skin was smooth, Chris wore nothing but her soft fur. For a moment, the woman wondered what it was like to have smooth skin, but the thought passed. She wasn't affected by her nudity, despite her hardened nipples poking through her fur. Nudity was never an issue for her and her tube-mates. She grew up accustomed to clothing and nudity both.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 13:41:00</strong>
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				Emma was already standing in the proper posture, hands at her sides, back straight.&nbsp; Her back had a bit of an arch to it, which made her perky tits push out and her stiff nipples press against the thin fabric of her white t-shirt that matched the hair on her head and tail.&nbsp; Singer also checked out the triangular gap between her thighs and her sex, covered in tight blue shorts, the same blue that bordered the ends of the short sleeves of her top.<br><br>Chris, meanwhile, saluted Stinger, who saluted her back.&nbsp; Instead of a quick response, he held his hand at his forehead, his eyes looking up and down Chris and her naked, furry body.&nbsp; She had to hold the salute longer than he did, and after he scanned her from head to rear paws repeatedly, he finally put his hand down.<br><br><strong>"A-ten, hut!"</strong><br><br>Stinger called the two female feline anthro pilots to attention.&nbsp; Emma didn't have to change position while he waited for Chris to stand next to her in front of him.<br><br><strong>"At ease, pilots."</strong><br><br>He waited for them to spread their feet shoulder-width apart and their hands behind their backs.&nbsp; He liked it when the female anthro pilots did this.&nbsp; As he spoke, he walked around them, admiring their figures openly.<br><br><strong>"Keep still, and stay presented to me.&nbsp; As I inspect you, I will introduce myself.&nbsp; I am Lieutenant Commander Tom Jordan.&nbsp; Like you, I am a pilot.&nbsp; My callsign is Stinger.&nbsp; That's what other pilots call me.&nbsp; <em>Human</em> pilots.&nbsp; Not pilots like <em>you</em>.&nbsp; <em>You</em> can call me 'sir.'&nbsp; <em>You</em> can call me 'Commander.'&nbsp; And <em>you</em> can <em>earn</em> the right to call me by other names when you do something useful for me."</strong><br><br>Stinger had already checked their serial numbers when they were still asleep, but he checked them again, both because he wanted to and also because they needed to be reminded that he had complete dominion over them, and their bodies.<br><br>He was behind Chris first, against checking the number behind her left ear.&nbsp; He held it for longer than necessary, even pinching it and stroking it when he was done, then patted the blond hair on her head.&nbsp; He then placed his hand on her lower back to her right, tracing the numbers with his finger tips, then patted her bottom.&nbsp; Finally, he squatted down and traced the numbers on her inner left thigh, patting her mound a couple of times.<br><br>Next was Emma, who no doubt saw what Stinger did to "inspect" Chris.<br><br>Stinger stood in front of Emma, towering over her small, slender frame, close enough to smell her sex while letting her take a whiff of his manly scent.&nbsp; He leaned toward her, reaching around to grab her left arm, and pull it around her side to her front.&nbsp; He inspected the number, looked at her, and put her arm back.&nbsp; He could have checked her mons, but instead went behind her, tugging up her shirt and lowering her shorts, exposing the smooth flesh of her lower back and the curve and crack of her ass.<br><br>He traced the numbers, then returned her clothing where they were originally.&nbsp; He went out in front of her, slipped a fingertip into the waistband of her shorts, and tugged it toward him, away from her skin, and down.&nbsp; His thumb traced the serial number over her mound, then fixed her shorts.&nbsp; While there was proximity, there wasn't any of the gentle touches he gave Chris.<br><br>He looked into Emma's eyes as he spoke to Chris.<br><br><strong>"Chris, you will leave this room and go down the hall.&nbsp; Your radar intercept officers, RIOs, are in the barracks.&nbsp; They're veterans, which is why they have callsigns and you and Emma here don't.&nbsp; Introduce yourself while Emma and I here get... acquainted.&nbsp; You'll have your turn later.&nbsp; Dismissed, Chris."</strong><br><br>He waited for Chris to leave.<br><br><strong>"Emma, I can't give you a proper inspection while you're wearing all these clothes.&nbsp; Remove your shirt and shorts, then place your hands on the table over there.&nbsp; Bend at the waist with your feet apart."</strong><br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>In the barracks, Midnight and Bumper were sparring, and by sparring, that mean Midnight was wrestling Bumper into the floor and putting jointlocks on him.<br><br><strong>"Say it, Bumper!&nbsp; Say it!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Argh!&nbsp; Midnight is the greatest hand-to-hand fighter in the unit!"</strong><br><br><strong>"And...?"</strong><br><br><strong>"And... and... he's also the best radar intercept officer!</strong><br><br><strong>"And...?"</strong><br><br><strong>"Ugh!&nbsp; And... he's also the best looking feline on all of <em>Persius' Revenge</em>!&nbsp; Please!"</strong><br><br>Midnight released Bumper, then stood up, wiping his hands.&nbsp; He looked over at Chris.<br><br><strong>"What are you looking at?&nbsp; You want some of this?"</strong><br><br>He nudged Bumper away with his foot and motioned for Chris to spar with him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>helvorn</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:54:06</strong>
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				Emma can only stand quivering at attention as Stinger examined them.&nbsp; Submission to authority, to humans and to males had been deeply ingrained in her psyche during the years of modifications and training.&nbsp; She felt his burning gaze and took a deep breath as her sex flowered open inside of her tight shorts.<br><br>When ordered to stand at ease she naturally twisted her arms behind her so that her eager breasts pushed out even further for inspection.&nbsp; This was one of a dozen or more positions that every Catgirl learned, many of which were far more submissive and revealing.&nbsp; Emma started to sweat a little bit as Stinger walked around them.&nbsp; She could smell this male and knew he was interested in the two females.&nbsp; Her heat blazed to the fore as the submission and the male presence sent her spiraling into need.<br><br>As Stinger checked Chris she felt her need grow.&nbsp; The intimate nature of his check of Chris excited her and she groaned inwardly with hope that he would examine her just as closely.&nbsp; Her hopes were fulfilled as he stepped in front of her and roughly pulled her arm aside.&nbsp; Emma bit her lip and let out a little 'chuff' of air as she stifled a moan.&nbsp; She had been deeply, deeply conditioned to crave a dominating male who would treat her roughly.&nbsp; This impersonal yet intimate approach was stoking her needs even as it pressed her psychological buttons.&nbsp; Once in her previous life she cursed being short and slight but now she gloried in Stinger's size in relation to her petite frame.&nbsp; <br><br>Helplessly her tail curled up behind her back in a high, curled pose that signaled sexual readiness.&nbsp; As he walked behind her she swiveled her ears to follow his movement.&nbsp; The tip of her tail quivered and reached out for him as she barely restrained herself from going to all fours in an open invitation to rut.&nbsp; She did arch her butt back and up as he pulled her shorts down.<br><br>Sighing quietly she did let out a low, quickly stifled moan as he moved away and to her front once more.&nbsp; The touch of his hand on her mons was heaven and torture.&nbsp; His hand would find her mons hot and puffy even as the sex lips below grew heavy and reddish.&nbsp; The actually started to clench and move as he finished and stepped back from her.&nbsp; Emma's eyes were locked on Stinger's like a doe in the headlights of an oncoming car as he dismissed Chris.<br><br>Bowing her head she nodded at his command.&nbsp; Pulling off her top her luscious breasts sprang free. Her nipples were long, dark and intensely erect.&nbsp; Her tail lashed in excitement as she presented her bare mounds to him for a moment before turning and bending at the waist as she pulled off her shorts.&nbsp; There were no panties underneath of course and her hairless sex lips glistened with moisture as she presented her ass to him.&nbsp; Emma moved over now nude and bent at the waist again as her hands found the table.&nbsp; She spread her legs and bent deeper, her tail curling up over her back in open invitation as her asshole and sex were exposed for his pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 07:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Chris Evans<br><strong>Where:</strong> Cryo Champer then Barracks<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Emma, Stinger then Midnight, Bumper<br><hr><br>Chris kept saluting. As a non-officer, she had to hold her salute until he brought his hand down. Chris’ left ear twitched a bit as her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He was looking at her like she was some piece of meat he was about to purchase from the butcher. Finally, he lowered his salute and called them to attention. Quickly, the two girls lined up, legs apart and arms behind their backs. Right hand clasped left wrist as she held her head high.<br><br>He introduced himself as ‘Stinger,’ a call sign often given to superior pilots. However, he was telling them to either call him sir or commander. Chris had met men like these. Soon, he was behind her, handling her ear. Chris tried very hard to keep her ear still as he inspected the brand. It was very hard and kept twitching when his touch was light. When he started rubbing and pinching it, she couldn’t help but purr softly as her tail swished happily. It just felt relaxing. Then he stopped and patted her head and a few seconds later, the relaxed look left her face and she stopped purring.<br><br>She kept perfectly still as he checked her second code, though her lips tightened and she bit her lower lip to keep her tongue in check as he patted her butt.<br><br>He then moved to crouch in front of her, pushing her legs further apart to check the label on her inner thigh. She trembled, keeping her eyes ahead. Her ears and tail twitched at the thought of his proximity. Not just his hands, but his face too. So when his hand patted her private, she couldn’t help but jump in surprise. She took in a sharp intake of air and held it. She was utterly still except for the slight tremble in her body.<br><br>It was soon over and he moved on to the girl next to her. He seemed to inspect her labels as well, though to her it didn’t seem nearly as in depth. Still, she didn’t dare look, the only indication she was paying any attention was her ear twisting in their direction. And boy did she hear some interesting sounds come from the girl. She seemed to be in heat, mewling like a kitten and moaning like a woman. Chris could smell her sex getting ready for a man all the way from here. It was almost disgusting, how easily she succumbed to him. But in any case, she didn’t question it. She knew the feeling as well, yet not nearly as intense it seemed.<br><br>Once he was done, he continued looking at the other girl while he addressed Chris. He ordered her to the barracks to introduce herself to two other officers. Chris saluted and made her leave. As she was leaving, she took one last look at the girl. She almost felt sorry for her, the way she was looking up at him like he was her god. Clearly there was something wrong with her. <br><br>With tight lips, Chris left to find the barracks. It took a few wrong turns and more than a few questions from the crew to find what she was looking for. When she finally found it, she came across to anthro males wrestling. They were higher ranking than her? How? Chris questioned this decision as the black cat won the fight immaturely.<br><br>It was then that he noticed her in the doorway. Immediately he confronted her in a childish and male manner, asking her if she wanted a piece of him. Chris shook her head at him, putting her hands up defensively. “<strong>Ah, no sorry. I was told to come here…</strong>” she said, her voice a husky purr. However, her denial fell on deaf ears and he pushed the other male away, beckoning her to fight him. Her tail twitched in annoyance and her lips pursed in thought. She didn’t want to fight and he blatantly ignored that fact. While it wasn’t an order, and technically she could refuse, he could very easily make it an order. Not to mention, she would rather start off on the right foot. Not like this would be the right foot.<br><br>However, she was currently naked, and while she had no qualms about being nude, it wasn’t the most comfortable to be physically active. Though her breasts were firm, they were still large and soft enough that they bounced uncomfortably when she ran with support. She’d rather have a bra or something on, but she doubted he’d find a problem with her lack of clothes. In fact, he’d probably enjoy it. She was just thankful she had fur.<br><br>With a barely suppressed sigh, Chris stepped forward and got into a crouching position with her tail up and ears back. From what she had seen, he seemed to be aggressive and so she’d wait for him to leap before she’d counterattack. She would try to use his aggression against him to make him angry. If he got angry and frustrated, he would make mistakes that she could capitalize on. She was a patient and calculating hunter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 02:51:14</strong>
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				Both Emma and Chris were nice, obedient catgirls, and showed great promise in continuing the long tradition of catgirls that have... come... under his command.&nbsp; They both managed to keep their heats in check, their bodies betrayed only by the sounds from their maws, the turns of their ears and the motions of their tails.<br><br>Usually, there would be one stunner in a new litter that Stinger recieved, but he was lucky that both catgirls turned out to be perfect, ripe specimens.&nbsp; He was especially intrigued by Emma, who was the first catgirl he received that was not covered in fur.&nbsp; She had the body of a nubile teenager, with just a few, and just enough, features that showed that she was not fully human.<br><br>Stinger felt himself swelling in his pants, his erection causing an obvious tent against the fly.&nbsp; Emma was obedient and put on quite a show, moving slowly and deliberately, as if to make the experience of watching her undress more satisfying to him.&nbsp; It only made him want to do things to her more.<br><br>Seeing her bent over by the table with her tail up in the air made him want to whip out his cock and plunder her kitty cunt for all it was worth.&nbsp; In his mind, he felt that she wanted him to savor her striptease, and in the same way he promised himself to tease Emma and drive her even wilder.<br><br>He stood by her and ran his hands up and down her sides.&nbsp; He felt the soft skin and strong muscle.&nbsp; Emma's body was fit and athletic, and promised flexibility and stamina.&nbsp; One hand ended up just above her tail, then stroked up her spine until he grabbed a fistful of her white hair on the back of her head firmly in his grip.<br><br><strong>"You obey orders, Emma.&nbsp; This is good.&nbsp; But you must acknowledge orders given by saying, 'Yes, sir.'&nbsp; Do you understand, Emma?"</strong><br><br>He waited for her response, tugging tighter on her hair until she said what he wanted to hear.<br><br>When he was satisfied, he stroked her hair and combed it back into place.&nbsp; Stinger squeezed one of her asscheeks, then the other, then both at the same time.&nbsp; He felt the backs of her thighs as well as the fronts, then reached around her from behind to run his finger tips up and down her abs.<br><br><strong>"Strong leg and ass muscles on you, Emma.&nbsp; I will be able to do things with you that other catgirls would not be able to handle.&nbsp; Furthermore, I can have you do things for me, as well."</strong><br><br>He kept touching her body as he continued talking in her ear.<br><br><strong>"Remember, Emma, that you were not born, but made.&nbsp; You were bred and raised for specific purposes.&nbsp; You were property owned by a corporation and sold to the armed forces, who then assigned you to me to command.&nbsp; But not only are you my pilot and I your commander.&nbsp; You are my slave and I am your master.&nbsp; You are my pet and I am your owner.&nbsp; And you will do as I say, when I say, exactly as I say, or you will suffer consequences.&nbsp; Please me, and you will be rewarded.&nbsp; Do you understand, Emma?"</strong><br><br>Stinger stopped feeling up Emma for a moment, letting her process and respond.&nbsp; He kept his touch from her for as long as any hesitation.<br><br>He squatted down behind her as he spread her bottom.&nbsp; He pressed his face into her sex, sniffing her deeply, inhaling her scent and pheromones.&nbsp; He even blew cold air and then hot air against her anus, just to see the reaction it would have.<br><br><strong>"Not only do you look and sound good, you smell good as well, Emma.&nbsp; What do you say when your master gives you a compliment?"</strong><br><br>Again, he let go of her, reaching around each side of her to rest his hands on the table edge next to her hands.&nbsp; He waited for her to thank him, then held her hips and turned her around.&nbsp; He pushed her back on the table edge so she leaned against it, and planted her hands back on the edge of the table.&nbsp; That's how he wanted her, and he didn't bother telling her what he wanted, just put her in the position to stay in.<br><br><strong>"Perky tits on you, Emma,"</strong> he said, both complimenting her appearance and degrading her status again.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you nipples always this full and swollen, or is it just when you're in heat?&nbsp; Or is it both?&nbsp; Are you always in heat, Emma?&nbsp; Are you always ready, willing and able to do anything your master tells you?"</strong><br><br>Stinger cupped her breasts gently, getting to know their shape and weight.&nbsp; He flicked his thumbs across her nipples, tracing circles around them, then pinching them.<br><br>His hand went between her spread legs, tracing the grooves between her crotch and her inner thighs, then closing to go along her outer lips.&nbsp; He spread them wide, feeling how engorged and slick they were, before slipping a digit between her lips and into the entrance of her tunnel.<br><br><strong>"On a scale of 1 to 10, Emma, how bad do you want to come for me?"</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 23:31:57</strong>
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				Midnight went from a human-like fighting stance to a more animal-like posture.&nbsp; Although he was covered in black fur, his muscles bulged and showed plenty of definition.&nbsp; His gray eyes were opened wide as the vertical slits that were his pupils dilated to focus on her.&nbsp; He smiled sinisterly, sharp fangs exposed.<br><br>Midnight and Chris circled each other slowly, sizing each other up, their tails moving through the air, helping to balance them.&nbsp; A gifted fighter, Midnight knew what Chris was trying to do.&nbsp; She was trying to bait him to attack her so she could counter him and potentially frustrate him into making a mistake.&nbsp; It was a good strategy... if Midnight didn't pick up on it.&nbsp; <br><br>He exaggerated a pouncing attack at her, but telegraphed his movement just enough to draw her reaction.&nbsp; He stopped short, just out of range, letting her flail at empty air, before he followed up with a real attack.&nbsp; He tackled her to the floor and ended up on top of her.<br><br><strong>"Hah!&nbsp; I have you now, tiger cunt!"</strong><br><br>However, Chris was no slouch when it came to grappling.&nbsp; She was on her back, but she had him in her guard, trapping him between her legs, reducing the superiority of his position.&nbsp; Any attacks he could make would not be particularly powerful, and as long as she kept him close, he may not even be able to use his claws or elbows on her.<br><br>He was naked too, and his human-like cock and balls were pressed up against Chris' sex.&nbsp; At first, it was just long and thick and dangling, but the more they struggled against each other, the more aroused he got.&nbsp; He started stiffening up against her, and the cat-like characteristic of barbs on his cockhead started protruding and scratching against her.<br><br><strong>"You're pretty good, definitely better than Bumper, but I'm the best, and you're no match for me!&nbsp; You want to give up to your superior?&nbsp; Or do you want to keep on going?"</strong><br><br>He managed to cover her mouth with his paw, prevent her from speaking.<br><br><strong>"I'll take it from your silence that you want to keep going.&nbsp; Works for me!"</strong><br><br>All of his body weight was pressing down on her.&nbsp; He outweighed her by at least 20 pounds and was a couple of inches taller.&nbsp; At this point, Midnight's cock was stiff and straight and pointed to Chris' belly button, the shaft sliding up and down her slit, the barbs pressing against her clit and his balls getting kissed by her pussy lips.<br><br><strong>"Look at you, pretending to put up a fight.&nbsp; You want me to kiss you, don't you?&nbsp; I don't blame you.&nbsp; Maybe if you pucker up I'll give you a nice smooch!"</strong><br><br>He was toying with her now, letting her use up her energy while he conserved his own.<br><br><strong>"Or is it more than that, tiger cunt?&nbsp; Maybe it's not your mouth that wants me?&nbsp; Maybe it's something else?&nbsp; Hmm?"</strong><br><br>He grabbed her wrists and held them down on either side of her head, as he moved his hips back and lined his cockhead up with her entrance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 09:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/catgirl.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Chris Evans<br><strong>Where:</strong> Barracks<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Midnight, Bumper<br><hr><br>Chris and the black cat circled each other. He was clearly an experienced fighter and knew what he was doing. He didn’t immediately leap for her like she thought he would. He observed her just like she did him. Chris’ eyes were narrowed as she stared at him, tail waving slightly as her ears pressed against her head. She bared her own fangs at him, showing off her sharp canines and white teeth.<br><br>Chris saw him tense in readiness and got ready herself. She watched his feet as he moved. He leapt forward and she side-stepped, reaching out to grab his arm. Her fingers closed on thin air. Chris blinked in confusion. Her face was comical: eyes wide and ears up, her right canine had caught her lower lip to create a sort of snaggle tooth. She looked absolutely shocked that hew wasn’t there. Her moment of surprise was short lived as 150 lbs of pure muscle slammed into her. Her training and reflexes kicked in and she wrapped her legs around his torso and one arm around his neck with one around his back. Then she squeezed. <br><br>He took out all the air from her lungs as he landed on top of her. She winced visibly as he crushed her chest. Her D-sized breasts probably created a nice cushion for his fall. Chris gasped to breathe, trying to give her crushed lungs some air. She dimly heard him boasting that he had her, but everything seemed cloudy from lack of oxygen. It took a few deep and strained breaths before she could think straight.<br><br>He was pinning her to the ground but she was pinning her to him. So while he had the advantage, he wasn’t completely winning.&nbsp; She could feel his human-like manhood trapped between them but didn’t think anything of it as she struggled to escape. Every time an idea came to her, she’d try it and fail.<br><br>His comment brought her attention and she glared at him. Give up? Hardly. She was about to make a comment when his paw covered her mouth. Her eyes narrowed and her ears pushed flat against her head. A low growl came from the back of her throat, more feral than human. Her face was lightly furred, as was her chest, breasts, stomach, crotch and asshole, including the palms of her hands. It traveled all the way down her front, from her face to just below her tail. It was a soft, light white fur, more akin to fuzz. Running hands through it, one would feel the skin beneath the soft fur. The rest of her was covered in golden-orange fur with black stripes. It was thicker and longer and slightly more course, though still soft.<br><br>As she struggled, she felt his arousal grow. It pushed against her stomach, and rubbed against her femininity. She couldn’t help it. Her mind refused to succumb, but her body was more than happy to comply. Her opening soon was slick with her juices. She could smell both their arousals and it started to cloud her mind. When his barbs started rubbing against her, her growl turned into a moaning purr. She could feel her swollen lips and engorged clit aching with desperation. She never felt feline cock and something feral inside her wanted more. She didn’t like it.<br><br>She heard his taunt through the cloud of arousal, but with his hand covering her mouth, her only reply was to glare at him. His hands grabbed her wrists, which had somehow relaxed and gotten pinned between them. His second comment cleared her head, rewarding him with her hissing and baring her fangs at him with her ears laid flat. She could feel his tip at her entrance and knew he planned to take her. He would claim victory if he did.<br><br>Her mind raced at a thousand miles to think of something. When her idea hit, she knew it wasn’t the most clever, or fairest, of ideas, but as long as it worked, she’d do it. He would claim she cheated, but he didn’t play fair either. With as much strength as she could, she wrapped her tail around his dick and pulled down on it hard. She pulled it back between his legs. While not dexterous enough to pick up things with her tail, this she could handle. So she pulled his hard member down as hard as she could.<br><br>He yelped. Letting go of her wrists, his hands moved to his dick to release the pressure. He also pulled away from her with all his might. As he did, Chris let go of him with her legs and strengthened herself with such force that she head butted him. Her forehead connected between his eyes. Reeling from the hit, he wobbled a bit. Moving quickly, Chris pushed him off her. As he attempted to regain balance, Chris grabbed one of his arms. Moving behind him in one deft movement, she pushed him forward. Still holding on to his arm, she twisted it behind him. His face was pushed into the floor while his arm was pulled up between his shoulders. Chris sat atop of him, legs on either side. She had a smirk on her face, with her tail waving happily. He wouldn’t be able to reach her with his free arm and should he try to stand, a simple push of his arm would put a lot of pressure on his socket.<br><br>Chris leaned forward to speak in his ear. “<strong>S what did you say again panther dick? Something like, ‘I have you now!’</strong>” Chris snickered. If he struggled too much, he would rip his arm out of its socket. “<strong>I suggest you give up before there’s any permanent damage dear…</strong>”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fury of Furries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vin26m</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 00:58:55</strong>
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				Midnight had been in countless fightes, and he almost always won.&nbsp; He thought he was safe from any kind of groin attack, but Chris didn't use her claws or knees.&nbsp; She used her tail!&nbsp; Her tail brushing against his barbed erection made him think she was submitting to him, but when she used her tail to grab his cock and pull it down, any thoughts of attack turned to reactions of defense.<br><br>He tried to buck his hips back, which made him lean forward into just the perfect position for her the smash the bridge of his nose with her forehead.&nbsp; It wasn't that hard of a hit, but it definitely took him by surprise and made his eyes start watering.<br><br>Before he knew it, he was on his stomach with one of his arms being pulled and bent painfully behind him.&nbsp; She felt her breath as she whispered into his ear.<br><br><em><strong>"So what did you say again panther dick? Something like, 'I have you now!'&nbsp; I suggest you give up before there’s any permanent damage dear..."</strong></em><br><br>Midnight shook his head to regain his focus.&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder and smiled at Chris, his fangs bared.<br><br><strong>"Give up?&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; To you?&nbsp; I don't think so.&nbsp; I'm not done toying with you yet!"</strong><br><br>His muscular arm bulged with tension.&nbsp; Even against the leverage she had, he was able to bring his arm down while rolling over.&nbsp; He looked at her face, seeking shock or disbelief, and then finally ended up on his back on the floor with her straddling him.<br><br><strong>"Here, let me show you how to <em>really</em> pin an opponent's arm behind their back.&nbsp; I'll demonstrate on you, with both your arms!"</strong><br><br>He grabbed her wrists and moved them around behind her, pulling her down on top of him until her softly furred breasts were pressing against his hair-covered chest.&nbsp; The barbs on his cockhead brushed against her slit.<br><br><strong>"Feels like I've gotten you as wet as you've gotten me hard, rookie.&nbsp; Think you can handle taking me inside you, tiger?"</strong><br><br>His fangs grazed her neck while he teased her slit, threatening to part her pussy lips with the head of his member.&nbsp; His arms were easily long enough to reach around her while his hands were big enough to grasp not one but <em>both</em> of her wrists tightly behind her back.&nbsp; With his free hand, he squeezed one of her ass cheeks before giving it a smack.&nbsp; After the loud slap on her bottom, he started digging his nails into the flesh of her butt so he could spread her wide.<br>
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