This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Although David could not have known where he had been physically taken, having no contact with the outside world nor a window to look through (just the fake one with a peeling photo of the beach blown up to take its place behind the curtains), Sabrina did not need further directions to find the holding facility on the edge of the mountains. Their city was not far from the mountains, the ground where they lived and studies undulating smoothly, though there was not all that much elevation down there. The mountains, however, were better known for holding military operations where national parks had not been declared and put into place -- and it was there that the news reports, every one that she checked on the way, said that David had been taken.
Sabrina didn't bother trying to find clothes that fit her, even though that would have been possible, her bare breasts on show, tipped with small nipples. She was not to hide away any part of herself any longer, being her true self and acting as such, even as her wings beat the air, pumping her through to the military facility set into the lower slopes of the mountain. Half of it was underground, to her understanding, but that was no problem to her. For no longer did Sabrina have any doubt in her abilities.
They saw her coming, troopers lining the defensible ground before the fortress, yet the true extent of Sabrina's powers were still to be seen. The slopes were bare, little vegetation clinging on where the land had been cleared for the military and government operation, leaving nowhere for her to hide, though she had nothing left to hide, only more to discover. Yes, she had super strength and the ability to fly, but there was so much more at play there, all to be seen as the automated defence turrets let rip, peppering her with a spray of metal.
She roared, powering on, sweeping through the ranks of troopers, lightning lancing from some, lasers jolting out from others, her body dipping and sweeping, though she could not stop herself from being struck. Pain jostled her, yet even a blow to her chest was nothing more than an annoyance, a stinging bite like that of an insect on a summer's day, the dragoness' jaw clenching, brow furrowing.
Did they think they could stop her? A Titan -- and a powerful one at that -- in full force, seeking out her love? She might not have had a deep relationship with David before, not when it came to romance, but she saw him well and truly as hers, bellowing out a roar that reminded her, in a way, of her father as she ploughed through lines of soldiers, striking with teeth, claws, anything that took her fancy. Her wings doubled as weapons too, slicing and cutting, though she was less adept at using those than she was with other parts of her body. Claws and teeth came more naturally to her, piercing through the heart of the defence as she scattered them like bowling pins.
To her, they were not people, twisting and turning in mid-air, blood marking her muzzle, staining her front. She didn't care for them, only that they were in her way, even as a tank rolled out, trundling and groaning on its tread. She knew that one: something that fired anti-Titan rounds, but she had no fear of it. Maybe when one had been faced with fear every day of their lives, it simply slipped away.
The boom of the tank firing ricocheted through her, a reverberation trembling through her chest, though the piercing slice of metal cutting into her stomach was not particularly severe. It did not spill any of her blood, though it was only then that Sabrina noticed, with a touch of out of place fascination, yet another of her abilities: regeneration. For her body was working away at knitting itself together again even as she flew and fought, laughing aloud.
"You think you can take me down?" She mocked them, flying high, wings spread and her body on full show. "I dare you to try me!"
But it was no use, not even as Kinetics lined up, bodies scattering, the dragoness roaring and ploughing straight through them. She clawed and ripped, flesh rending before her, punching others aside, leaning heavily into her super-strength as one of the abilities that, intrinsically, she understood the most. Her battle was not to be fought outside, after all, as she slammed straight through the half-open security doors even as they tried to close to keep her out, leaving them bent and broken in her wake, the control panel smoking.
Anyone that got in her way, lights flashing, bolts of fire exploding off her from Kinetics, was hurled aside like nothing more than damp tissue paper: weak and not worth her attention. A crushed tank or two lay outside, any that were alive gawping at it, though an out of control Titan was not quite what all of them had signed up for. Her battle style might have been basic, but finesse would come in time as she snarled and hurled herself, in full flight, down the corridors, zigzagging, not knowing where she was going, only that she had to go deeper, had to find David.
Her nostrils puckered and flared, scenting the air, the metallic twang of blood, sweat, fear. Oh, their fear. Even the Titans that came for her, some human and others more humanoid or anthro like her -- the phoenix exploded rather prettily in a burst of red and yellow feathers when she hurled him into a Kinetic's lightning bolt -- were no match for her strength. Going head to head with them, she laughed and bared her teeth, grasping their raised hands only to hurl them back, slamming them through walls, knocking every last one down.
Yet no one stopped her or even gave her pause -- not until she came up against Maverick. A tall Titan at nine feet tall, he was well-known on the news and beyond for the feats of strength he had performed, something of a traditional "superhero", always putting himself in the spotlight, though there was a lot to be said about just why he did that. He did not come with wings, not like her, though one could have argued that that made him less agile as he twisted and bellowed out a ripping snarl, spittle flying, in the body of an anthro wolf that was more were-like and hunkering in his presentation. His muzzle was huge and blocky, lined with scars, muscle easily showing through even his thick fur, ripped as if he was a bodybuilder.
She scoffed, though Maverick punched through a wall, evading her, the dragoness giving chase. She'd have him, despite her inexperience, for her strength had already been shown. Where she had never been able to trust herself, it was time to dig deep, using her wings to power straight after him, following him through a gaping hole in the white-painted wall, rubble scattered.
And then Maverick was there, crushing her from the side, using his greater experience against her, though she had no idea how he had come at her from that angle so quickly. Snarling and snapping, she lunged back at him even as he connected with her.
"Give in, weakling!" He roared, slamming a foot into her stomach, sending her spiralling into the wall with a sickening crack. "This is not your fight! Though they are looking for more test subjects..."
The slam barely fazed Sabrina, growling, leaping up, striking off after him into what seemed to be a canteen of some kind in the facility. She didn't care for it, not as she lifted a long dining table and hurled it at the other Titan, one table after the other, though they were each easily twenty feet in length. Screams filled the air, but she was hardly about to pause to see what collateral damage was being caused. They were all incidental in her pursuit of David, the rescue she intended to make of him.
Once she got rid of Maverick the Titan, that was. The wolf did not look natural hovering there in mid-air, but she had wings and could match him pace by pace. The Titan wolf-beast snarled and pounded a fist on his chest, antagonising her, though he was, at least, wearing clothing to cover his crotch. Where she was naked, that moment of distraction in the flick of his eyes down over her was all she needed to take his hesitation in hand.
As he turned, surely leading her on a chase to someone where she could be caught and contained, she took a chance, powering up, straight through the ceiling into another hallway, lights flickering and sparks flying. Yet it paid off as he followed her, some distance ahead, yet closer than he had been. Her eyes narrowed, hissing through her teeth, head snaking back and forth. She'd not let Maverick get his hands on her a single time more -- not ever, not in his life.
His eyes widened as Sabrina came for him, the look of one that knew that their time had come, even if Maverick could not have anticipated that, not as she lunged for him. Her roar shook the walls, her body whole and healthy with her regeneration, her hands on him, closing around his throat.
