Day's of Entropy: Places of Soul
#1 of Days of Entropy
This story series is based on several popular video game, anime, and Hobby game races, characters, ideals, and so forth. Among these include Shadowrun, Warhammer 40k, Mega Man X, Digimon (a must for me [sorry XD]) generic cyberpunk genres, and several other inspiring storylines. The yiffy stuff will usually, if not always, be filler and be near the end of the story. I hope you all enjoy
Adam was looking around the ill lit alley bar as the alcohol began to kick in. Everywhere around him there were barely dressed women of many different races dancing on poles or in cages illuminated by neon lights. Many ruffians had made this place their home for the night, not like he cared though. This place had always been filled with low lives looking for a fight, booze, sex, or all three. He only came for booze seeing as how he couldn't have sex and well... fights were for soldiers not drunken riffraff. One glance to the left revealed a motley crew of 6 hyena-men dressed in their very odd style of mixed clothing. It was like looking at an ancient Japanese soldier try to mix and match "gangsta" style garb, colors, and jewelry with traditional Japanese kimonos and yukatas. It was pathetic... He then looked to his right and eyed the door. He was the main bouncer here so he needed to check on his subordinates to see if things were staying cool. He was always aware that with the kind of folks that mingled here there was probably a 3 in 4 chance that a fight would break out on any given night so he needed to make sure the door was clear because there weren't any windows to throw people out of.
It was then the black one came in. His powered armor didn't so much as make a heavy thud on the floor when he walked, though it seemed like it would easily weigh at least 200 kilograms. The armor was made of several very strong and flexible interlocking plates that were laid down upon fine mesh armor. The plates covered up the mesh for the most part except in certain places like the back of the knees, inner elbows, and the neck. The plates were made from a combination of smooth and hard angles that would jut from the knees, shoulders, and back. All in all the sight of him was quite intimidating.
This man moved effortlessly through the crowd up to the front of the bar and sat down on a stool. He removed his helmet after taking a moment to undo the safety locks and cut off the oxygen supply. His face was scarred by what seemed to be a hundred tiny cuts so small they didn't even really disrupt the growth of the ebony fur on his muzzle and forehead. One of his eyes had a scar slash that looked like some massive beast had raked its claws across his face. That eye was now a bionic eye; nothing more than a black orb that tracked the movement of everything he looked at. His body figure was that of the infamous and deadly "feral folk," creatures that seemed to steal their form right out of a 2 century old kiddy cartoon show called Digimon. They were just as fast, strong, deadly, and "feral" as the yellow fox named Renamon. Feral folk got a lot of shit for having that form, but they didn't really care. They led "simple" lives out in the wilderness far away from any form of technology. This one was different though; a handful of feral folk had made themselves know to modern society and in all honesty you couldn't find a better killer if you built one yourself.
Adam nodded at the warrior and went back to his drink. He couldn't actually get drunk; however, the neural synthesizers in his system's core would give him an electronic feedback that was similar to what organic life forms felt when heavily buzzed from their drinks. "It's pretty nice actually,' Adam thought to himself, "that I don't have to worry about any livers dying or my combat prowess declining due to poor body control." He chugged down the rest of his Uncle Mike's before ordering a scotch. It was then that there was a bit of commotion at the door and before you could say funky monkey he was at the entrance with his buster cannon armed. The trouble ended up being nothing more than a newcomer showing up and the "guards" trying to find out if he spoke decent English. This human looked like he had just jumped out of a 5th century Xaolin temple in the Far East and had the misfortune of landing in this conglomerate of fucked up city states and the land they all claimed. He wore very loose and flowing scarlet red pants that were apparently made of silk, his top was a simple over shirt not unlike a tank top, and his feet were covered by a combination of wraps and leather shoes.
The monk entered the bar without further questioning and walked up beside the armored warrior without even so much as a slight cringe at this normally frightening figure. The armored kitsune in return looked the monk over and nodded at him as if he recognized that this Asian warrior was an equal in his presence and then went back to his drink. The monk motioned for the barkeep's attention, but he wasn't about to serve some newcomer without giving him a little hassle. "Whatcha need outlander?" the barkeep spat out in an acidic tone as he moved to fill the monk's order. The monk looked over the barkeep, he was a portly man covered in snow white skin and probably in his mid 40s. The monk knew in the back of his mind that trouble was brewing, but he didn't let it cloud his thoughts. "Could I ask you to bring me one cup of hot Sake?" The barkeep nearly pissed his pants laughing and that gave him an idea. "Sure sure pal... I'll bring you a cup of 'Hot Sake' hehe."
The barkeep went into his kitchen where a young calico catgirl was cooking up a few steaks for the hyenas. The barkeep laughed and stammered over his words "Hey Sheena, get me a shot glass will ya?" Sheena went about with her cooking and shot her tail into the glass cupboard feeling along the various wine bottles, goblets, and finally shot glasses. Retrieving the object from its holding place, Sheena used her tail to toss the glass at the barkeep... he promptly pissed in it. Once he had done this he put the glass in the microwave and nuked it for 30 seconds. "What's the occasion Seth?" Sheena growled as she caught the putrid scent of the heated urine. "Oh some Jap showed up and ordered 'hot Sake'."
Seth laughed to himself as he returned to the counter and put the glass down before the monk. He was nearly dying of laughter as he spoke "Here's your 'Hot Sake' sir. That'll be 3 dollars." The monk remained calm while looking at the steaming piss that had been laid before him. He spoke very quietly hoping to avoid violence "I most certainly shall not pay for this mockery of a drink." Seth immediately became angry and looked sternly at the monk. "I have given you service newcomer and whether or not you chose to accept it is fine, but you WILL pay me." It was then the Xaolin warrior stood up and began to move to the door in a final effort to avoid harming people, but that effort would be in vain. Seth snapped his fingers twice and in a flash two of the hyena men were jumping at the intrepid monk.
The armored warrior shook his head and put his helmet back on as the fighting broke out.
The monk threw the first hyena onto his back in one fluid motion. The very force of the hyena smashing into the floor was so incredible that the oak planks beneath him cracked and splintered while blood spilt from his shattered back. The other hyena got the monk in a headlock only to have his foot stepped on and his lower regions smashed by a mule kick. He buckled under the pain of the low blow and looked right into the eyes of the martial artist right before he had his lights knocked out by a roundhouse kick. The other 4 hyenas quickly dog piled on the Asian warrior hoping to pin him. All seemed still for a moment but in a flash he threw all of the dogs off of him in a dramatic fashion and stood in fighting position. The 4 hyenas smashed into various tables and walls which in turn incited more thugs to begin beating the everlasting piss out of each other.
The fighting went on for some time and Adam wasn't able to defuse it. There were a few options he could take from this point. He was a reploid; a sentient robot made for battle that had fallen on hard times and had to make a living as a bouncer... this in turn meant that nothing short of a direct energy blast was even going to stun him. This logic, coupled with the fact he was probably the 3rd strongest guy here meant he could kick the crap out of anyone and come away pretty much unharmed. The issue was that would be bad for his reputation so he took the only other viable option. He gathered his palls, called the cops, and walked out the door.
The cops arrived in just under 4 minutes. They busted in like they owned the place and began "stabilizing" the situation. The cops had on suits of powered armor that were far heavier and more direct in use than the black warrior. These suits gave them increased strength, stamina, enhanced senses, and could stop heavy caliber machine gun fire from hurting them. Soon everyone had been slammed to the ground and put in hardened plasteel manacles. The monk was among the numbers taken, but he went quietly as he felt he had also done wrong here. After surveying the rest of the area the 9 cops found they had missed someone... someone powerful. The area where he sat was relatively clean as if people had avoided moving into that area of the room. "Unit commander this is officer Rosenveld speaking. We have detained the criminals at the scene but there is evidence of one having escaped before we got here. His seat is clean, probably the only one that wasn't used in the fight. Send in a forensics team while I get these bastards thrown in the vans."
The armored fox looked over at the bar from several blocks away and many stories above the ground. "I wasn't about to soil my armor in the blood of those scum." He went into his room via the window at the fire escape and looked over the place. It was pretty beat up as he hadn't bothered to clean it in several months. Clothes were strewn over chairs and the computers in the corner while his closet was open and had a slight stench coming from it. "I should clean this mess up soon." The kitsune went to his closest and opened up a false drawer that seemed to hold various junk. He fuddled with some menial affections until he got to a calculator. He then shut the closet door and punched in several strings of numbers. The floor suddenly dropped from beneath him and he fell several feet into a white steel room. The room had several weapons ranging from power swords and hand guns to customized plasma pulse rifles and burst cannons. Tables had poisons, cruel looking knives, razor disks, plus other means of quick death and slow torture lazily thrown about on them. He went to the farthest wall where his armor mannequin was set up and he began the arduous task of removing the protective plates and mesh from his body.
When he was done he climbed back up into the closet. He had to flip himself onto his hands, hit the calculator combinations again... this time unable to see the buttons he was pushing, and then use his arms to "jump" while the trap door slammed shut. He did this all in one fluid motion and quickly rose to his feet. He opened the closet door again and looked around the room before turning on the lights. The place was in pretty bad shape even for his tastes so he set about to getting all of his laundry in one basket. It was then he noticed he had received an IM from one of the only good friends he had. It read:
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Heya Kratos it's me Sutas. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight.. you know it's been awhile since I saw you and I know things are still hard for you without her. So I'm just dropping you this message to tell you that I'll be there at 10:30pm and we can like.. um.. go to a movie or something okay?
Cya later
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Kratos looked at his alarm clock and spat "Fuck me... it's already 11:30 Sutas has been and gone already." Kratos sighed and stripped out of his clothing. His white fur ruff was thick and unkempt so he grabbed a brush, sat cross-legged on his bed, and began to brush out all the knots and straighten out the fur. He closed his lone eye and sighed as memories began to overtake him. Memories of a life he once led alongside a beautiful and tender mate. She was strong, passionate, regal, commanding and so much more. He worshiped the very ground she walked on. But then tragedy struck: they took and tortured her... murdered her... then set up a frame job before he could rescue her... then there was hate followed by a streak of killing a mile high and as long as the Nile River. He found those responsible for her murder... old enemies of his from a life lived in the untamed wilderness. He sent them to hell, brought them back, and then sent them there again.
He opened his eye and gasped for air for pain was shooting through his chest. These memories always tormented him. He closed his eye again and laid down upon his bed. Slowly the sorrow and hurt took over every thought and every feeling. He curled up and cried his way to sleep.
Sutas had left Kratos' place a few moments before Kratos arrived through the window. Sutas was sure that Kratos was home but a locked door and no response to knocks proved otherwise. Eventually Sutas gave up hope and left for the movie theatre alone. And as Sutas wasn't going to let this little setback ruin the fun night ahead. Sutas swiftly moved downstairs and turned into the garage and trotted around for awhile thinking about Kratos when the scaly's car practically leapt out of the shadows and onto the anthro. "Ha-ha I need to be more careful." Sutas unlocked the car door and climbed in. "Well let's see what movies are playing." After a short scan of the movie showings Sutas decided on a comedy movie and kicked the car into gear.
Turning the radio volume to the death metal setting Sutas sped off into the night. The streets were empty save the occasional drag racer speeding the opposite way. After a short breeze through the neighborhood Sutas quickly observed that there was increased cop activity near the local bar. "Well something must have stirred the hornets' nest." Slowing down, Sutas made the rest of the trip in about 20 minutes.
The place was rather empty even for this time of night. Sutas parked the tricked out corvette, walked up to the ticket stand, purchased a ticker, and went in. After a quick scan through the concessions stand Sutas decided to get a Mt Dew slurpy. The concession manager filled the plastic cup with the frozen green fluid and Sutas went into the theatre. Sutas looked around for a nice place to sit and found a perfect chair: it was nice two person seat way out in the front and better yet it had a fiery tigress sitting in the left portion of it. Though Sutas was a reptile of the Venus genotype, Sutas's sexual interest could be found with all anthros and several of the mystical onis. The scaly swiftly came up from the other side of the chair and sat down next to fuzz ball.
The movie proved to be much more boring than promised and the comedy was way to overdone. "So much for these Adam Sandler wannabe films." Sutas looked over at the tiger girl and smiled. "Oh I'll have my fun tonight."
Sutas just randomly moved along side the neck of the pretty feline and began kissing along her neck and shoulder. She immediately gasped and looked over at Sutas in great surprise. Sutas leaned into the tigress and continued kissing her along the sweet smelling neck of hers. Slowly the kissing turned into sucking and nibbling. The catgirl panted and began to push Sutas away but Sutas relentlessly reproached the fiery femme fur. Sutas's left arm reached over to the feline's exposed belly and began sensually rubbing the furry covered abdomen. Once again the feline tried to bat Sutas away but deep inside her loins a fire began to burn. Sutas emulated a growl and moved the inquisitive hand up into the tiger girl's bra whilst rubbing the breasts and the fur around them. "Sssss how nice it must be to have a bust. Lizard females never have breasts... I envy you hehe" Before Sutas could move in any closer the Tigress smacked Sutas's hand away, but the eager anthro wouldn't be stopped by such simple defences. This time Sutas grabbed the feline's breast softly without moving into the her bra. Sutas continued at this for some time and each time the tigress batted her away Sutas returned, alternating between moving groping and feeling inside of her bra.
Soon enough the tiger girl began to become wet with desire and her attempts to keep Sutas off of her weakened until she wasn't even trying to bat the lizard away. She let a soft moan escape her lips as she began to instinctively purr. Sutas moved the "naughty" hand down from the tigress' breasts and into her skirt. The catgirl's pussy began burning with great anticipation at this point and she could feel her panties quickly soaking in her hot love juices. Sutas eventually moved onto the wet underwear and grinned like a smartass. "Hehe I see you're quite the horny one aren't you, you furry slut." The tigress stifled a loud moan as Sutas's inquisitive fingers moved inside of her defences. The lizard rubbed the pelvic fur patch for some time, teasing her burning hot cunt into greater heat. Sutas eventually moved his fingers in to touch the fleshy lips of the heating tiger girl. Soft squelching noises came from her nethers as Sutas massaged and teased her blazing twat. At long last Sutas began to dip a few clawed digits into the furry mound that so craved a relieving touch.
The tigress continued to purr and stifle moans as Sutas's fingers worked her depths. "You didn't tell me you were in heat" Sutas snickered as her velvety flesh burned at the fingers that were massaging the feline's cunt. "I... I don't know," was all she could mutter as her crotch instinctively clasped and dripped juices onto Sutas's hand. "Oh come on. You know you like it." Sutas continued to make lewd comments as the feline fur softly moaned and purred in her ecstasy. Eventually Sutas began to move down her body whilst removing the soaked panties and hanging them on the catgirl's ankle. Sutas then spread her legs and hooked them on the cup holders so unless she put in some effort she wouldn't be closing her legs. Finally Sutas moved her skirt up to her chest in his preparations to go down on the white cat's twat. Sutas's face moved close to the soaked pelvic fur and pink flesh that radiated with her female scent. "Ahhh... Please no..." Sutas laughed at the feline's half hearted attempts to stop the inevitable. Slowly Sutas's lips ran right along hers and a forked tongue slowly licked around the very outsides of the burning cunt. After Sutas tasted the furry's juice the scaly flicked the mighty tongue at her clit and quickly and placed one long surface lick along her awaiting love mound.
After this long lick Sutas brought up an index finger, wet it with the tigress' own femme cum, and slipped it into her vaginal opening under a furious storm of licks to the petals of her delicate flower. Sutas licked quickly at her lips teasing her into extreme lust. Sutas brought his attention to the tigress' blood engorged clit and decided that something would have to be done about it. Sutas moved the scaly "lips" up to the hood of her fleshy labia and slowly began sucking on the little pleasure bead within. The tiger girl snapped, her lusts taking over every rational thought going through her head. She quickly snatched up Sutas's frills and pressed the lizard's face hard against her cunt. Sutas began to give deep powerful licks at this point, pleasuring the inner folds of the catgirl's twat. Sutas licked and sucked at the plentiful juices satiating the tigress's demanding Venus mound. The scaled anthro stabbed her a few times with the forked tongue and began the final procedures by giving her pussy several long, slow, powerful licks. The tigress arched her back and moaned out loud enough for the whole theatre to hear as her climax rocked her body. Her juices flowed in plentiful amounts spilling all over the floor and Sutas's face.
When she had finally settled down she smiled at Sutas and put her clothing back in their proper place. Sutas got up, offered the feline a hand, and together they left the theatre.