Tales from Anthracite City 7: The Return and Demise of Crimson Screamer

Story by psion42 on SoFurry

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#7 of Anthracite City

Rated adult because of violence, language, and sex.

Characters and setting (C) Psion42

Deathstroke (mentioned for laughs) belongs to Detective Comics

Tinkerbell belongs to Disney

So a snide remark made by a character at the very end of the Aphrodite City series turned into an idea that wouldn't be left alone, the nagging of a friend did not help matters. :P So as a result, as I said on FA, here is my very first public attempt at writing honest to god porn... written in such a way that hopefully leaves no doubt how seriously I took myself writing this.


Anthracite City: The Return and Demise of Crimson Screamer

By Psion

An Anthracite City Story

How did I get talked into making this canon?

All Rights Reserved

It was a changed world after the Rik-Tah invaded. Human civilization crumbled in a matter of weeks. Major cities became abandoned as the alien overlords and their anthro mercenaries attacked without mercy, driving survivors into the hinterlands. Some hid in bunkers left by those paranoid about a nuclear Armageddon of a more personal nature, others managed to build new communities in out of the way places before the endless snows came. Out of the many fantastical technologies the aliens came with, perhaps the most insidious was the one that allowed them to change the weather by grossly influencing the local climate. As both the resistance and the enemy solidified their holdings, infernal-looking towers built by the invaders spewed huge cloud-like blobs that blotted out the sun. Large swaths of the planet began to chill as a winter without end settled upon where the rebel warriors gathered. The cold became just another foe for them to fight and fight they will...

The two scavengers did their best to not sigh as they searched through the ruined town on the outskirts of Anthracite City after their friends had departed to try resettling in an abandoned prison further south. At one point in time, where they stood would have been the main strip of one of the suburban communities outside of the city. Grocery store, post office, half a dozen little mom-and-pop shops lining the main street of the city; all of it little more then a glorified carcass now. The inhabitants were gone; if they weren't dead they had either fled or were captured by the enemy hordes, all that was left were the junk and supplies being picked over by two resistance fighters wanted by the occupying enemy, the infamous duo of Adam White and Elizabeth Summers. Clever technologists, skilled fighters, and were they fictional characters, one might say they were also dangerously genre-savvy as well.

The concealed figure watched as the two humans, one tall male with a petite little blond female by his side, slowly made their way through a foot of snow as they walked down one side of the unplowed street, his assault rifle propped up against his shoulder as he waited for the ideal moment and... "I got you now cocksuckers! You don't have a chance against Crimson Screamer!" The gunman shouted in a distinctly Australian accent as he charged out of his hiding place towards his targets.

Weapons already held at a low readiness and about as impressed with "classic" supervillain theatrics as a pair of homosexuals discovering their best friend had converted to the Westboro Church, the two humans wasted little time turning to face their aggressor and open fire. Firing back at them, completely exposed in open terrain, was a gray-furred timber wolf with long black hair pulled back in a quick ponytail. Steel blue eyes regarded them with cocky contempt as he attacked. Cradling an Australian-made MK5 assault rifle and clad in a relatively unremarkable suit of drab olive ballistic fibers, he looked like virtually every other generic low-end mercenary hunter they had fought with.

Scattered by the anthro's mercifully bad aim, the two humans bolted as fast as they could, turning mid-stride to shoot back at him. Unfortunately, shooting accurately while on the move is hardly as easy as it is made out to be in console video games and while decent shots, neither Adam nor Elizabeth managed to score a killing blow on the armed stranger's unarmored head. Bullets bounced off the lupine's shoulder armor as the lanky brown-haired man fired a spray of buckshot in the mercenary's general direction while Elizabeth squeezed a few rounds out of her handgun.

Yet Crimson Screamer's will quickly faltered once he started taking fire and realized that these two bounties weren't going to be easy marks. Ducking into the relative safety of the abandoned grocery store, he slipped away leaving the duo to spare a moment to look at each other incredulously.

"Did that guy seriously pass up on a perfectly good opportunity to gun us both down without saying a word to try some paramilitary tough guy bullshit?" Adam asked as he loaded a few shells into his shotgun to replace the ones he spent in the gunfight.

"And ran like a little chicken shit when he realized his third-rate supervillain antics weren't going to cut it against two rejects from a screwed-up post-apocalyptic Western? Yeah I think he did. Why the hell is he called Crimson Screamer though? There wasn't any red in his costume." Elizabeth replied as she checked the magazine in her handgun and quickly slid it back in. The short blond woman had the body of a perfect Tinkerbell cosplayer... and the general disposition of someone who looked like they would break a man's fingers one by one if they even thought about suggesting it.

"Wait, didn't Mentalrix say there was another Aussie wolf that went by that name? Son of a bitch, I thought she said the guy was dead? Guess we better go fix that." He grumbled and raised his shotgun as they approached the darkened ruins with a swift stride in their step.

"Disappeared was how she put it. Something about vanishing without a trace once the heroines he terrorized started settling in Silicon City. But yeah, we can't let him tell anyone we're poking around the ruins here. Next guy that comes after us might actually be good." She replied, holstering her pistol to draw a well-loved P90 sub machinegun as the two of them entered the abandoned grocery store together.

Without electricity or skylights in the ceiling, the supermarket was as dark as the bowels of a coalmine. The stench of decayed food, likely from some part of the meat or frozen food sections not getting cleaned out in time, gave the ruins a pungent aroma as the two wasteland gunslingers steeled themselves and switched on flashlights either Velcroed to their cold-weather clothing or attached as a weapon mod to their firearms. Granted the piercing beams of light made it difficult to sneak around but it the building would have been impossible to navigate otherwise. Fortunately, their foe seemed to underestimate the value of keeping his mouth shut...

"Oi, you furless blighters think you're really something don't you?" He shouted from within the rows of shelves that dominated the center of the cavernous store. Neither pursuer took the bait, hopefully letting him keep talking as they tried to quietly move around to flank him. Fortunately for them, his ego may have very well been too big for the building. "We'll see how tough you are after I get my old powers and costume back. I used to have a voice that could flip cars and this awesome red and black costume that my old patrons made. Said they took the design from an awesome ninja dude from your comics.

Red and black ninja from our... Oh, fuck me sideways. Fur Affinity lameass superfur cliché number three, right here. _ _I suppose it could be worse though, could have been Deathstroke. Adam thought to himself as he took up a position at the end of the cleaning supply aisle behind Crimson Screamer, flashlight turned off and shotgun at the ready. Unfortunately for their quarry, the lupine still hadn't quite gotten the message.

"Come on, say something you cowardly ape-men freaks! Sneaking around in the dark, I'm starting to think you aren't as tough as the others say you are." The wolf shouted, time to end this.

Adam went first, switching his light back on and sending hot buckshot down the aisle towards the overly macho wolf. Direct hit on the target's back but the human could see it didn't penetrate through the armor. No matter, he still successfully illuminated the target and got Crimson Screamer to turn around long enough for Elizabeth to line up a nice three shot burst of armor-piercing ammunition. First two shots penetrated the armor, shooting straight through the left shoulder blade and narrowly missing the spine by a few centimeters. Third round went through the target's neck, covering disregarded bottles of bleach in a crimson arterial spray. Crimson choked and gurgled as he quickly bled to death... yet slow enough for his attackers to get in one last word before his implanted fail safes kicked in and he would start the process of being cloned into a new body remembering everything that happened to his old one up to his final moments.

"Don't you watch any Westerns asshole? The characters never talk during the big shootouts, it's always before or after the big showdown that they get chatty. I swear, stupid- did he finally die?" Elizabeth asked when she noticed their opponent was no longer responsive. "Alright, let's loot his body, see if there's anything left in the canned goods aisle, then get out of here before the carrion drones show up to collect his corpse."

By the time the Rik-Tah carrion drone arrived to recover Crimson Screamer's body and begin the process of bringing him back from the dead, the humans were long gone. The scarab-like robot began its grisly task unhindered, collecting DNA samples and the cybernetics responsible for storing and backing up his consciousness before breaking the rest of his body into raw biomatter to fuel the cloning process; waste not, want not. Scavengers had already lifted his equipment but that was no large consequence, his gear was unremarkable and easily replaced with the alien's nanofabrication technology. A replica MK5 assault rifle printed out of Rik-Tah ultra-light polymers and a suit of ballistic armor comparable to pre-Invasion Kevlar were hardly worth worrying about...

The process of cloning and resurrecting a mercenary thug that has fallen in the Rik-Tah's service is both an extremely simple and highly complicated process. Every mercenary that has any value to speak of is implanted with a small cybernetic device colloquially known by a variety of names, the most common being the "soul crystal" for the data crystal's quartz-like appearance. Surgically attached to the host's brain matter, the soul crystal provides two functions. The first, as the common name suggested, is to hold a copy of the host's memories and personality, essentially their mental essence, and plug them into a new body. The second was to act as an "emergency transceiver" of sorts whenever the mercenary died or was heavily wounded in the field, transmitting a signal to alert emergency medical personnel that a pick-up was required.

In order to minimize costs, the corpse was broken down into a simple jelly-like protein that would be used to help grow the new cloned body. In addition to cutting down on expenses, this measure helped new clones with the occasional case of "copy syndrome." However, the steps between starting the cloning process and decanting the resurrected mercenary in their new body are complex and left to autonomous computers with specific instructions. But computers can be hacked and instructions can be changed. And being a Rik-Tah foot soldier opens oneself to a lot of enemies willing to conduct all manner of sabotage both grand and petty...

A little over a week after their battle with Crimson Screamer, Adam and Elizabeth left their bunker and trudged through the snow once again to look for supplies in the ruined fringes of Anthracite City. This time they chose to press their luck by going to the abandoned mall at the edge of the city to look for cloth scraps. Going to the mall was dangerous, mutant creatures bred by the Rik-Tah dwelled in the lower levels and the site was extremely close to the parts of the city the aliens had rebuilt and converted into a base to handle their operations in the region. Still, it was one of the few places they knew that still had a reasonable supply of cloth left to trade or use to mend their clothes and blankets. Not to mention shoes, which sounded comically "valley girl" unless you had worn the soles of the ones you were wearing down to nothing from walking everywhere.

Arriving through the abandoned subway and only lingering on the lower levels long enough to find the nearest stairs leading towards the upper floors of the shopping complex, the armed scavengers quickly ascended to the third story before beginning their search. Third floor of the main "hub" of the wheel-shaped building was the bed and bath section of a major department store chain. The duo quietly checked the shelves before lifting the sheets and blankets off of one of the last untouched displays and heading out into the mall proper to see what they could find. The hooves of genetically altered boars clopped down below on the ground floor, both of the wasteland warriors briefly looked down and made a note of how many were roaming around. Looks like it was almost time for them to get in touch with some of their friends and organize another hunting party.

And then she stepped out from the shadows. A curvaceous female lupine mercenary in the most impractical get-up either of the scavengers had seen to date. A fur-lined parka with no sleeves and ending abruptly at the midriff, matching elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots made out of white leather, everything from the midriff down to the knees was exposed except for a g-string bikini that barely covered her privates. Parka and bikini were colored a digital winter camouflage. And then there was the voluptuous female inside the outfit. Chubby but with all her soft weight in the right places as it were; a double-D cup bust, child-bearing hips, and both of the confused onlookers could make out the hint of a well-rounded bubble butt. A pair of cute lips formed a seemingly permanent pouty expression, giving her vaguely familiar face a "Fuck me hard" look to it.

Their weirdest attacker yet trembled in front of them as she pointed a familiar Aussie-made rifle at them, likely freezing from the winter cold that her costume provided little protection against though probably also intimidated by their reputation. Finally she spoke, answering the mystery. "You two thought you saw the last of Crimson Screamer? Hah, not a chance blokes. I'm back and I'm... I'm..."

"Somehow not quite as scary this time despite having even less of an excuse to miss." Adam began at last. Beside him, Elizabeth whistled lewdly as she eyed up their attacker. "Though if you're as cold as you look in that outfit, maybe you should put that gun down and come over, we'll warm you up alright." He catcalled with a boldness that came from accepting the fact that he was likely going to be blown away anyway. What was the range between them? Ten feet? Eight? Even a shitty shot like Cunt Screamer couldn't possibly miss if he... she took even half a second to aim properly at this distance.

To their surprise, their foe lowered her weapon and looked like she was seriously considering their offer. It was almost as if... oh who the hell was Adam kidding? Anyone so poetically cruel as to make Crimson Screamer come back as a voluptuous pinup would not have passed up to the chance to make her a horny slut machine as well. Soft, pale blue eyes danced between blond Elizabeth, short and pixie-like yet full of fire, and Adam, tall and lean yet with the delicate hands of a tinker, as she licked her lips and finally slung her rifle over her shoulder.

Walking into the abandoned storefront between them, tail raised and swishing happily, she beckoned back at the two humans with the crook of her finger. The two of them merely continued to stare, half a dozen things that don't normally get mentioned in stories like this one going through their minds. Was this some kind of trick that they would have to be idiots to fall for or was she being genuine? Hell, was she carrying some sort of previously unknown disease or were they just the first two to 'test drive' a new clone body?

Looking behind her and seeing they were still hesitating, the wolfess tossed her weapon aside and gave her round rump a hard smack. Ultimately they caved and followed after her into the back of the store, after all it wasn't like being constantly surrounded by death and bleak living conditions didn't make them a bundle of tightly wound nerves or anything. No one cares about such things in furry writing anyway.

The storeroom was small and cluttered with cardboard boxes, most of them still heavy with bottles of overpriced perfume. The three occupants wasted little time in clearing off the packing table in the center of the room and barricading the one door with more of the weighty boxes before "getting into it" so to speak. A slight chill ran through both humans as they exposed as little as they could get away with to the cold air. Elizabeth sat down on the wooden tabletop, her legs gently pushed apart by the she-wolf's head as their horny rival nudged and licked her way into the blond woman's privates. The petite gunwoman moaned passionately as a soft furry face soon warmed her cold skin.

Slowly Adam pulled down Screamer's bikini bottom before mounting her, doggy style of course. He kept pushing his hard member deeper into her womanhood, keeping his exposed body parts warm inside of her. Her body shivering with pleasure as he gently squeezed her big bottom, fingers depressing into the soft adipose tissue. "Mmmm... not the fattest ass I've felt up but you're definitely a fine piece of tail." The man grunted as he pushed as deeply as he could. Any further and... well she would be a very talented hooker indeed if she could defy basic anatomy and fit a man's balls in there.

Time, as it occasionally is want to do in these situations, seemed to stretch on. Seconds felt like minutes, giving the false perception that their orgasm seemed to last for nearly an hour. In reality, it was probably under five minutes; any longer and at least one of them would have figuratively exploded from pleasure. Five minutes was all it took for all three participants to be drained of all tension and energy. Pulling themselves apart from the messy embrace, all three of them staggered and fought to stand. Weak, they were all way too weak considering what was out there. Thankfully neither of the humans was a screamer and Jessica's mouth was too busy if she was. It was all they could do to check the barricade keeping them safe and curl up on the cold floor, one of the blankets Adam and Elizabeth found already put into service as it was wrapped around the three of them. Plush lupine snuggled up against lean human as the she-wolf cuddled with them in the afterglow. As the three of them drifted off to sleep for a short rest, the wolfess thought about her current predicament. If that was what it felt like to be on the receiving end of things, then perhaps this punishment someone had inflicted upon her wasn't so bad after all...