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Up one of the many spindly towers, climbed the lithe fox. Quickly she ascended the concrete work until arriving at the top, where she made her way to the edge of the flat roof only to throw herself to her back. Kitten's upper half dangled over the edge in a rather unnatural position but she didn't seem to be bothered by it. Dead white hues of the creature pointed off towards a sizable warehouse near the edge of town. The closed off structure was closely guarded by several patrols.

"Hmm." The raspy voice considered before switching their attention over to the large tower in the center of town covered in lights. "Well, ya can't just crash a party without knowing who's invited." She figured. With a kick of her leg, she pushed herself off the tower and quickly plummet to the cement below. The fox caught herself on her hands, flipped forward onto her feet, quick to dart into an alleyway.

Kitten gave a few soft twitches in her tall ears as she looked around for a moment. Her bushy tail swayed softly as she took stock. The dark alley held a large dumpster, a wood barrel collecting rain water, and a few discarded pallets. Finally, Kitten found a set of stairs leading down to a basement in one of these towers, the door was calling her name.

The lanky form casually slipped down the stairs and took the doorknob in hand, but it refused to give to her. After taking a moment to try and find any alternative methods to get inside, including gnawing at the knob for a moment, she finally smashed her palm into it with a simple 'boop' as her password for entry. The force from her palm was enough to shatter concrete the door's bolt was secured in, and the room beyond was open to her.

"When in doubt, force it out, or in but that doesn't ring as well." The fox amused herself as she strolled in to take a look.

The basement level was riddled with support beams, and pipes supplying the tower with water. A utility closet on the wall under lock and key had a few tools for maintenance. She also found some janitorial supplies that were frequently used as the place was rather dusty.

"Ya, this'll do." The fox was satisfied and set out to make the new found room a bit more homely.

Kitten dragged one of the pallets as well as a barrel from outside into the basement with her, then pushed her bony fingers into the metal door of the utility closet and ripped it from it's hinges like she was unwrapping a present. The many tools inside caused her eyes to light up with excitement but one called to her more than the others.

Snatching the hammer, the fox began to disassemble both the pallet and the barrel. She began to arrange the scraped wood and nail it into place until she made a makeshift chair complete with armrests. From there, she used the metal strip securing the wood barrel to fashion some wrist, ankles and neck restraints to her chair.

With her lair now set, the fox slipped back outside and began to scour the streets. It didn't take long for her to find another guard out on patrol, a doberman walking along the side streets attempting to keep himself awake by spinning his baton in the air and catching it.

With yet another quiet night, the guard walked without much attention to his surroundings, missing the seven foot tall fox hiding against a wall in the alley as he tossed up his baton once more and reached out to catch it when a white hand snatched it up. Surprised, the dog turned to see but was met with the quickly oncoming skull of the tall fox, using her height to her advantage as she headbut down into his skull.

A hollow thunk resounded through both of them, then a wide stare of obvious confusion filled the doberman as his body slowly slumped back and collapsed. Kitten swirled lightly, having to put a hand on the nearby wall to keep her balance, giving a rattle of her head to shake the stars.

"The movies don't do that justice." She proclaimed as she regained herself. "Now ya big sack of fun, you're gonna be my toy for the next few however long you last." She proclaimed, picking up the unconscious body and tossing him over her shoulder with ease.

When the guard dog could next awake, he was strapped into the wooden chair. Restraints tightly bound around his wrist, ankles and neck tightly enough to cut into skin beneath his fur. He also found upon his lap the very fox that knocked him out lazily straddling him, oddly with a knife sticking out her chest still.

"Ah, hi. Glad you're finally up." Her rough voice cheerfully spoke. "I was getting worried I gave you brain damage, need those thoughts of yours good sir." She openly noted.

"What the..." The guard startled in his daze. He tugged on his hands but that only increased the pain in his wrists, the same was said for his ankles. He couldn't even move his neck. "Who... what are you? Release me at once!" He began barking orders.

"Oh I'll release you, but not at once. Maybe in a few parts though." She gave a hoarse chuckle. "My name is Kitten, I'll be your prod for today Mr..." She paused, glancing down at his badge for a moment for a name she couldn't read. "Mr squeaky. You're my star role for the exposition part of my quest." She happily wiggled in his lap.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you're fucked!" He growled out.

"I'm fucked?" She repeated to ensure she understood the gravity of the situation.

"Fucked..." He emphasized insistently, convinced no creature here could stand to the guard.

"Neat, looking forward to it. While I'm waiting let's begin with you." She skipped right into it.

The dog wasn't having any of this. He stared hatred at her. This was likely the first time such a creature felt powerless and the blind conviction of that impossibility was clear in his rebellious gaze. That's when he found a sudden sharp and crushing pain smash through his hand as the fox crunched a hammer head into him. The doberman's bones couldn't stand up to the force of metal shattering them, and the pain ripped a sharp yelp from the canine.

"Did that hurt? That sounded like hurt. You'll have to let me know if I'm hitting the right spots. You see..." She paused, leaning down to his clenched jaw. "I'm no doctor, but I promise by the time we're done I'll know all about your anatomy." Her voice grew darker, dripping of the savory temptation of what lays beyond the fur and flesh of this creature.

"You can't do this to the guard!" The canine's bark was weakening to doubt but still proved resilient.

With a flip of the hammer, Kitten brought down the back end into the other restrained hand. The claw of the hammer dug easily through muscle and bone, sticking into the wood on the other side. This yielded yet another yelp from the doberman as reality was starting to set in. Kitten's muzzle was peeling into a brilliant smile at the music she was listening to.

"You might want to tell me everything you know before I start losing myself in this." She reinforced.

The canine's eyes were now filling with more worry but he still remained silent trying to call her bluff. Kitten lifted off his lap and with a simple push of her foot paw, the canine fell back until he thumped against the concrete floor on his back. The fox then opened her maw to show the many rows of long jagged teeth held within, gripping at one with thumb and finger, and wiggled it loose until it popped from her head.

The guard was filled with confusion screaming fear as he watched her take hold of the root on that long tooth and crouch over his form. She brought the tooth down like a scalpel to the top of his chest and began to add pressure.

"Ok ok ok, the guard was established to strong arm the rodents into submission, we're beating them into slaves." He spit out in a panic.

The fox gave a shrug, that was obvious from the quarter of a day she spent here. The tooth began to draw blood as she was pulling it down through his uniform, making a small incision.

"Wait wait! There's a head guard!" He yelped through the pain trying to say anything to make her stop.

"Of course..." She continue cutting further down.

"Roofus! We all report to him, he controls every guard in this city!" He shouted more desperately.

"Roofus? Even his name sounds like a bark. You guys aren't very creative." She pointed out.

"T-there's someone above him, we never met them, all orders go through Roofus." He began to spill much like his blood was.

"And what about the warehouse." She lustfully asked with her grey narrow tongue about hanging out of her maw, staring longingly at the wound she was opening, imagining what lay beyond.

"It's mass storage for the city supplies, we got food production, a concrete factory, water distribution, everything runs through it." He grunted.

Kitten was barely absorbing the information at this point, entranced with the sparkle of crimson freely running from the cut she carved which stretched all the way to his waist. She discarded the tooth and began to push her digits into the wound, causing the dog to thrive against his bonds.

"It's a front!" He barked loud enough to get the fox to pause. "We have slaves work the mine out back, if they're loyal enough we invite them into a fake inner circle, have them work the gold mine it covers for. Once in we treat them nicer, make them think they made it in good with us. Less likely to steal the gold." He was pleading with a hoarse voice as pain was clouding his thoughts.

Kitten's hesitation lasted long enough to note what he had said, then her shark grin peeled back across her lips. It started as a low chuckle ripping through her hoarse voice as she grabbed at his skin and began to flay the canine open. The howls of pain were loud enough to wake up the tower above but none dare investigate. Then the screaming cackle of pure extacy began to drown it out. Within minutes, the cries for help soon died down to soft whimpers, followed by silence.