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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"Damn it!"
Brian cursed, leaping over a small wall, the back of the building towering behind him, though their heist, well...it could have been more successful than past ones they had taken on. Casey wasn't far behind him, blonde hair whipping back from her face, though Brian almost thought that she liked things to go a little awry. With her super-strength, body lightly muscled but not to the extent that it would have had to have been to show strength beyond the limits of human feasibility, there was little that could threaten her, but her confidence had gotten her into more than one hairy situation.
Even though they had superpowers, their team of three, it was not as if they were saints -- by far, they were not. Some that developed incredible powers went on to do good in the world and some that took it on sought the spoils of something that should never have been handed to them so easily. Yet there was no telling, in their world, just who would be given powers beyond their wildest imaginings or left by the wayside. They could only do what they wanted, all with the hand they had been given. Free will, to the extent that the law and the world allowed, after all, was still a thing.
They scaled the wall, Brian taking more time than her, for he could not use brute force to follow her, though he did appreciate the skin-tight suit Casey had donned. Where she had super strength, he could render himself invisible, slipping around the edges of the consciousness of others. He never truly disappeared, but it was more like they simply did not notice him, which suited him just fine when on a heist to make sure that their stores of rare jewels and, of course, cold, hard cash too were full to the brim. Where Casey had the strength to rip vault doors off their hinges, she could make her escape and leave him to flit and take stock of everything, under the noses of everyone who might have sought to stop them.
The buildings in that part of the city, thankfully, were not skyscrapers, allowing him to lean forward, grunting, pushing into a moderate run. They had to put distance between them, after all, the gaps between roofs, where they were any, narrow enough to jump, though it took a fair bit of courage for someone without super strength to do so. Keeping up with Casey, however, was a challenge at the best of times and one that Brian was keener than ever to rise to.
"Where are you guys?" Violet's voice crackled through the radio, though they could not stop to answer as they leapt from rooftop to rooftop, Violet using her power to track them. "Ah, I got you. Sheesh, you move quickly these days, make me work for it... Get your asses out of there -- pronto! Cops incoming, on sixth avenue. Take the slipway and duck over the old Grand Major Hotel. They shouldn't reach there in time, no need to use the tunnel."
He laughed wildly, pressing on as Violet directed them away from where the cops were, listening in on their radio channels, though most of what she did to direct them came from using her power, though Brian had not delved into that all that much. He could trust her to guide them right, dropping down to ground level to side streets again as they headed back to their top floor apartment in a building that had fallen into disuse. It could have been a hotel at one point, but was most likely used as the kind of hotel that no one slept at, in the end, though was a good enough base. The top floor was theirs, ensuring that traps were set up to alert them if anyone was trying to get up to them from the other floors, everything set up just the way Violet liked it. She was most likely the most cautious of them, though if she was such then Casey was the brashest, acting without thinking.
"Great, guys," Violet said over the radio. "Take the next left, it's too busy around the clubs to take that route. Almost back home now, you got this."
It was certainly helpful to have eyes on the outside. Casey whooped ahead of him, dropping through the skylight entrance into their hideout onto a soft mat, knees bent, a light in her eyes. Where they might have been spotted along the way, Brian slipped by the notice of bystanders that he didn't want to deal with, though he was sure that her abrasiveness had rendered her in the public eye, during their heist, on more than one occasion.
"Yeah!" She punched the air, a fierce grin on her face, white teeth showing in a flash of brilliance. "We got it! And you thought that the security guards were going to be too quick for me! But you were slow -- that's why they almost caught up with us. If you don't keep your powers active all the time, how do you think you're going to slip by them like they can't see you?"
It was a casual blame, so light and passing that Brian could have let it slide if circumstances had been different. Yet the grime of the heist clung to him in dirt and sweat and his anger rose like a serpent lashing out for the strike.
"Me? What about you? Since when did you go off on your own -- you didn't even listen to Violet!"
Casey scoffed and flipped her hand dismissively.
"Oh, please, as if you ever listen to Violet either. You think you're all that cause you can slip by a few people, big deal. Everyone knows I'm the muscle around here. I could do this whole thing on my own, no problem at all."
That might have been true, though it was sure that it would not have been easy for Casey, as wickedly smart as she was, to go along with her strength. She led the way into the living area as he dropped their haul, all so that it could be counted and divided up later, though Brian could not help anger from boiling in the pit of his stomach, seething and roiling.
"What the actual fuck?" He snarled, confronting her before Casey managed to get to a sofa, the TV dark and their living area somewhat open plan, considering the size of the room they had to deal with. "You take too many fucking risks, Casey! What the hell is wrong with you? It's as if you're trying to get us caught!"
"Whoa, whoa -- it's not that bad!" Violet said, trying to interject, holding up her hands. "I got you out, you got you out -- what's the big deal? No one's going to find us here, Brian, sheesh."
Casey balled up her fists, hair flying about her face, but she had the kind of features that looked pretty even when she was angry.
