This is a furry / slime girl story.
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This is the sequel to "Aliens and Cheetahs and Balls, Oh My!"
Following the previous chapter, superhero cheetah Adrian and his symbiote companion, Fesla, journey to the local abandoned mall. Having been informed that the mob has a secret hideout there, they prepare for a fight.
This chapter is more focused on the action than the first. That means more ballbusting, cock teasing, and slimy tentacles.
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With a single, effortless bound, Adrian leaped over the metal fence. His feet landed with a wet plap as Fesla absorbed the force of the fall. Using his trademark cheetah speed, he then sprinted across the empty lot, crouching down to avoid being seen. There was an old dumpster against one of the walls, which he used to boost himself up. The tentacles in his mouth and ass wiggled as he began to scale the wall. There came a quiet, metallic clank from behind as he reached the halfway point. He turned, but saw nothing. Must've been the wind rattling the fence.
"I still think we should've called the police for backup," the alien said as her host climbed up to the mall's roof.
"We got this," he replied. "Besides, a bunch of cop cars all suddenly heading here wouldn't exactly be stealthy." He bent down, peering through the dusty skylight. The building was laid out in a "T" shape, with the skylight above the middle intersection. It looked like this used to be the food court, as evidenced by the tables and chairs. The place did seem abandoned enough, though they couldn't see much. "Huh, no guards."
Now to find a way in. Smashing the glass wasn't an opinion, so Adrian turned to scan to the roof. His eyes fell on an access door a few yards away. Hoping that opening it wouldn't set off an alarm, he tried the handle. Locked. Inconvenient, but only for a moment. Opening his hand, he watched as three incredibly thin tendrils sprouted from his palm. The green appendages slithered into the keyhole, manipulating the locking mechanism. A couple of clicks later, and the door was open, revealing a set of metal stairs.
"Y'know," Adrian said as they descended, "if I was a bad guy, I'd put some, like, explosives or something in the doors to keep people from breaking in. These fellas need better security, that was way too easy."
"This might be a trap," the symbiote agreed. "But, well, I guess it is supposed to be a secret hideout. If you put up too many defenses, it'd make it too obvious?"
"Hmmm..."
The stairs led to another door, which opened into a maintenance hallway. Poking his head around the corner, Adrian checked one direction as Fesla simultaneously checked the other. (Having eyes on the back of your head sure came in handy.) The coast was clear, so, cautiously, he stepped out of the entryway, ducking into the shadows. The mall was dead silent. Moonlight shone through the glass ceiling, but they didn't dare step into it. Shuffling along the wall, the pair could see nothing but left behind tables and some graffiti on a closed shutter. They'd have to take this slow, there could be gunmen hiding in any store, behind any corner.
"So, do we just go through every room one by one?" Adrian asked. It was too dark to see down the long hallways, even with the feline's natural night vision.
"This place is big, that'll take a while. You think they're in the basement?"
"Maybe... Eh, I still don't get it. A mall is a horrible place for a secret base. We're right smack dab in the middle of the city. I mean, judging by that graffiti, someone's already broken in. I think that Ellie girl was wrong."
"We should still check, just to be- what was that?" The Nel whipped her host's body around.
"What happened?"
"That chair just moved!"
"What do you mean it mo-"
CRASH!
The store window behind them suddenly exploded, sending shards of glass into the empty darkness. A second later, there was a loud bang as one of the tables suddenly and violently flipped itself over. He jumped back, frantically looking around to find the unseen attacker. Something small and fast whizzed past them, striking the opposite wall. From the sound it made, it was some kind of blade. The tentacle in his ass throbbed as Fesla thickened her biomass. Her suit wasn't very good at stopping knives, but, unlike the cheetah, she could regenerate a lost limb.
Whelp, it looked like Ellie had been right after all. Someone was definitely here, and they wanted the pair to know. The heroes knew this tactic well: distract and terrify your opponent with fake attacks from every angle, then strike when their back was turned.
"Show yourself!" Fesla commanded, causing the largest mouth tentacle to pulse as it pushed down his throat.
"As you wish," came a voice from above.
Adrian just barely managed to roll out of the way before something heavy landed where he'd just been standing. The tile floor cracked under the impact, the tables and chairs rattling and falling over. Fesla's suit was strong, but if that blow had landed, neither of them would have survived. Getting back up into a defensive stance, they took the chance to examine their attacker.
She was some kind of lizard, judging from the leg shape and large tail. She was also wearing what looked like power armor. Though somewhat form-fitting (particularly in the chest region), it was clearly very advanced. Her helmet was fitted with a closed, opaque visor, her hands had wires running down the fingers, and there were several different objects attached to her waist. This wasn't some random hired thug, only someone extremely skilled or extremely rich could get their hands on technology like this.
"Huh," Fesla spoke, taking a step back, "Been a while since I had an assassin sent after me."
The armored reptile took her time standing up straight. The voice that came out her helmet was highly digitized, sounding almost synthetic. "I'm the last one you'll ever face."
"Y'know, the previous guy said the exact same thing. He's sitting in a prison cell now."
The lizard began walking forward slowly, each step punctuated by a metallic whir and thump. There was some power behind those legs, that much was clear. She stopped under the skylight, arms at her side. "He didn't know what he was fighting. I do. I know who you are."
"Oh yeah?" Fesla chuckled. Bad guys always loved to bluff, to sound scary.
"More importantly, I know what you are, alien."
