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Tales from Anthracite City: Red Light Entertainment

By Psion

A Jessica McQuinn Story

All Rights Reserved

<So why did you help me back there with... Ralph?> McQuinn asked timidly as the day's events began to gradually wind down. From a bizarrely fulfilling high happily getting gangbanged by two people, the curvy wolfess never thought she'd say that with a smile, that were supposed to be her foes to a terrifying low when she encountered an old friend that didn't recognize that she had been "changed" recently, it had been a crazy day.

Brandon, her telepathic handler, was quiet for a moment but she knew he was listening, he always was watching and listening whether he liked it or not, and he wasn't normally someone that didn't have some sarcastic or catty comment about whatever situation he was standing silent witness to. Finally, he answered. <Jessica...> Brandon began with the telepathic equivalent of a sigh. <Since I have Major Drums on the other line and that All American neo-con idiot can't find her own ass with a compass and a map I'll be quick, I did it because I could. Now excuse me while... nevermind, a howitzer barrage just wiped her out. Guess I can talk for a bit then.>

<So why did you help me?> She asked again.

<I honestly don't know, the rap sheet you came with alone justifies more then what you're suffering through already. Maybe some part of me is hopelessly optimistic and believe you can change, maybe I just watched guys like Ralph and you, the old you at least, do the same damn thing to other people a hundred times already and decided a little intervention would be good for my soul. I hope you're at least smart enough to realize I've run out of fucks to give about my own self-preservation. Being shriveled in a sensory-depravation tank kind of does that to you.> He replied bitterly.

The lupine female bit her lip and tried to not cry in response to his outburst, especially not now that she was outside of her apartment, looking for something fun to do during her downtime. Most mercenaries stopped trying to contact their handlers during downtime and most handlers were happy to oblige them. It would seem odd, not to mention damn weak, to be suddenly crying as she traveled the busy streets of downtown Anthracite City. <Are you sure you didn't...?>

<If I really had something to do with this, you'd know... actually you wouldn't know because you would be too much of a slutty bimbo shaking it at a strip club to realize something was horribly wrong. I'd also channel my brother and make sure you were packing a lot more ass then you probably will ever have even after everything finally settles.>

That stopped her for a moment. <Finally... settles?> She asked before she picked up the pace again. Where was the shooting range supposed to be again? After that run-in with Ralph her head felt like it was in a fog. Was this stress or was this because of things going on inside of hi... her body?

<There actually WERE a few more finishing touches that you were supposed to undergo in the Vats that never happened because we yanked you out before the corrupted procedure could finish. Though according to your latest dosage of medical diagnostic nanites, the genetic code for your new body appears to be self-correcting.> Brandon admitted begrudgingly.

<And I suppose you were going to avoid telling me until after it was too late? No, don't answer that, just tell me what I'm in for.>

<Physically, not a whole lot. Yes, you're due for another ten to fifteen pounds destined to go straight to your ass but that seems to be about it if I'm reading this right... course the measurements might as well be in Mandarin Chinese for how well I can make heads or tails of them. What happens if you ever go over your hard coded limit, if you even have one, is interesting though...>

<Interesting?> She asked before walking into a promising building. Crap in a hat, she couldn't believe the gun shop didn't have a range inside the premises.

<To summarize a bunch of hormone chemistry gibberish I barely understand, you go over the hacker or hackers' ideal weight, whatever that is, you start getting horny and compelled to 'work it' off.>

<How long were you waiting to make that joke?> She groaned, leaving the gun shop behind her. Later, when she had some time to practice, she'd come back and see about tinkering with her arsenal.

<Too long. But yeah, most of what's still left appears to be psychological. Well, basically psychological, biochemistry gibberish again, but I won't be able to say without absolute certainty unless we find out who did this to you and I can pick their brain. And I see you finally found the target range. Hopefully your ability to find the target won't be so abysmal.> He replied sarcastically as she finally happened upon her destination.

Jessica wanted to ignore him and just lose herself in the meditation of gunpowder and muzzle flashes but he still hadn't answered her question. <What sort of psychological changes?> The transformed she-wolf asked as she picked up a pair of goggles and hearing protection before selecting her practice weapon. The weapon range had several racks of demo weapons to play with, tonight felt like an assault rifle night.

<In broad, sweeping terms, you're going to become such a woman you'll make the Aphrodite Five look like a bunch of fist-bumping frat boys. Specifically though, I have no fucking idea. Obviously a high sex drive is part of the deal but beyond that I'm running out of different ways to tell you that this is all speculation. Knee-jerk reaction is to say you're going to be a "super slut" but who knows, I've seen plenty of strange things already...> Brandon replied bluntly as Jessica selected her rifle and set herself up at the target range.

The wolfess declined to comment on this, activating the range and bringing up a series of holographic targets to shoot at. Brandon was silent as McQuinn started firing. Three magazines and almost as many dozens of targets later, she put the gun away and received her score. Forty-five percent was...

<Actually better then your average score when you were still a male, slut muffin. If you keep improving your score like this, I might be tempted to think you shoot better with someone else's cock in between your legs then your own.>

<You are never going to let me forget this is supposed to be some kind of punishment, aren't you?> Jessica mentally pouted as she looked for another weapon to practice with, changing the subject to hopefully keep him from picking on her.

Brandon mentally sighed, amazing how well the expression transmitted telepathically. <Alright... alright. How does this sound, if you actually accomplish something to warrant it, I will give you one sincere, heartfelt 'atta girl!' and start thinking about treating you like a person instead of the most expensive and overdressed fucktoy ever produced. Deal?>

<That's not a deal, how will I know you won't just back out on your half?>

<Trust me, when you will have done something to genuinely earn it, there will be no backing out for me.> Brandon replied with a finality that told her everything there was on the matter. He was still judging her based on her past history, no matter what shape her body had taken she was still scum in his eyes.

Cradling the submachine gun against her soft bosom, she gingerly pressed the button for another round of holographic targets. The targets were about as generic as one would expect for a shooting range, glowing red segmented crosses that were meant to represent a person and the six main target areas; chest, head, and four limbs. She fired a couple short bursts into them and watched all of her marks dissipate into clouds of digital smoke; they were nothing special, just a bunch of clay pigeons. It almost was like that one time back in Aphrodite City when... her body seized up as she took a trip into the past that was about to be much less pleasant then she thought it was.

The smell of blood and gunpowder filled Jonathan's nose as Hypothermia and he went through the supermarket. At first the Aussie supervillain Crimson Screamer was skeptical about the idea but he had to admit it was ultimately an awesome way to break up the monotony of robbing banks and holding smoking hot women hostage. The screams alone...

The screams... Jessica trembled as she came back to reality and looked down at the practice weapon in her hands. Looking back up at the remaining targets, she downed them in one long, angry burst. The sound of her submachine gun ejecting the spent magazine onto the polished stone floor was deafening. She really was the monster Brandon thought she was... And that familiar presence in the back of her head was surprisingly slow to agree with her.

<What? If injecting you with a ton of estrogen is what it takes to get you to develop a proper sense of right and wrong then by all means, give into your womanhood. I wasn't kidding when I said the raging hormones made you a better person then you were, it's hard for you NOT to be a better person really. Though the question remains, what do you plan on doing with this new insight slut muffin?>

Jessica was silent, looking at her score briefly before bringing up another round of targets and selecting another weapon. Time to practice with a shotgun; little by little she actually was getting better with guns. Maybe if she actually put a little more time into it, she could start fighting like the badass she once thought she was...

Over the next few weeks, McQuinn wrestled with the biochemical programming slowly altering her thought processes. The lupine riflewoman practiced with firearms in an attempt to ground herself, taking simple patrol missions around the perimeter of Anthracite City to collect some credit while exposing herself to as little risk as possible. But like a malevolent weed or an insidious parasite, the implanted suggestions took root and she began to feel pieces of her old self fade away in spite of her struggles. And there appeared to be no escaping it, her clone template was permanently corrupted so any "respawn" would just cast her in the same oversexed body. On what she thought was a whim, she started to learn to cook from a mercenary that knew how, some guy that played with dreams of opening a restaurant with the money he was being paid. She wasn't great but under his tutelage she learned how to cook a satisfying meal. It wasn't until she found herself looking up sandwich recipes that she realized what was happening, swore profusely, and doubled down on her firearms practice. Her scores with assault rifles and submachine guns were the highest, both compared to other weapon categories and to any previous score she had before. They weren't stellar but anyone expecting her to waste an entire magazine on a single target like back in Aphrodite City was going to be horribly disappointed. As her proficiency reached a point where she was comfortable, she scrapped and shrunk down her private arsenal to a few choice weapons. The redeemed credit went towards planning out an arsenal of a less tangible variety, biotech augmentations. Having her body stuffed with implanted genetically-engineered organs and specialized nanite colonies likely wouldn't halt or reverse what was happening to her but it couldn't hurt.

Throughout this, between missions, practice, and learning to cook, Jessica's route took her through the city's red light entertainment district. It wasn't hard for her errands to take her through this part of town as most of the populated parts of the city owned by her employers consisted of bars, brothels, and other seedy establishments. Every time she threaded through this area, a part of her mind began to wander and she began to wonder what it would be like to be on stage as she caught herself watching the female performers show off their bodies for relaxing mercs. To be certain, the human women that had been forced to perform were not there willingly, a fact Brandon refused to let her forget. But at the same time she frequently found herself stopping to watch a particularly provocative routine and in spite of her mental defenses, she'd picture herself going through the same alluring motions...

Walking home after finally achieving a range score she was happy with, Jessica felt the fur on the back of her neck stand on end as she walked by a strip club advertising an amateur's night special. It was one of the district's less popular clubs, not getting quite the traffic or having quite the number of girls as the more traversed brothels in Anthracite City, hence the call for lady anthros with few restraints and even less shame. That strange, funny feeling she got when Adam and Elizabeth flirted with her was starting to well up inside of her again. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to look...

Twenty minutes, twenty minutes was all it took for her to cave to her programmed desires and get onto the stage. Clad in nothing but a skimpy blue thong that might as well not have been there at all for how much it covered, she gingerly gripped the metal pole and playfully twirled herself around. The Pride, a small African PMC enjoying a rare moment outside of their ambiguous power armor, appeared to be her only audience. Straddling the pole and rubbing her crotch against it suggestively, she pursed her lips together and blew the lounging mercenaries a playful kiss. Her generous breasts bounced freely as she dropped down into a squat and began to playfully fondle her abundant mammaries. Long canine tongue ran along her fat, pouty lips playfully as she eyed up the relaxing audience with a slow, passionate lick. Standing back up, she rubbed her face against the pole and faced away from the audience, shaking her round bubble butt for the seated spectators. The leonine mercs were quiet but the smiles on their faces told all she needed to know. Guess those donuts went to a good cause after all...

"And that's how I got the Pride to make it rain on me! I didn't even know we still used hard currency in the city." Jessica McQuinn giggled happily as she retold the story a few days later, sitting at a table in the abandoned food court across from Adam and Elizabeth. Looking at both of them, she could tell from their expressions that neither of them was particularly comfortable with her yet. But at the same time she couldn't get enough of their scent, she was hopelessly addicted to both of them. "So..." She continued, regarding both of them coyly. "Want to do it again?" She asked, her husky voice leaving no doubt what "it" was supposed to be.

The awkward silence continued; both of her new friends were wearing expressions that she wasn't used to seeing on human faces. Violent rage and fear she knew, lust she was becoming familiar with. But this almost looked like... she felt a twang of jealousy tempered by curiosity when she finally made the connection. "So who are they?"

"They were someone we knew early in the invasion. We both had things that lasted... couple weeks? Couple months? God it's so hard to keep track of time anymore." Adam explained finally. "They were a handful of Silicon City supers that stumbled upon the invasion as it was happening, helped us out back when we were in Sentinel City trying to figure out how to fight. Things had gotten pretty down for all five of us so one day we just... next thing I know I'm on the sofa pretty much living the dream of every comic book nerd under the damn sun."

"It was honestly hard to tell who was louder, him or me in the next room over with my own playmate." Elizabeth smiled as she recounted the memory, arguably the first time McQuinn could remember the blond woman being honestly, genuinely happy without the canine eating her out.

"Who were... wait, five? Who got the threesome?" McQuinn asked, now she was jealous. Two on one? One of them was definitely holding out on her if they had the stamina to survive that.

Adam merely shrugged as Elizabeth jerked her thumb at her cohort. "Cornucopia and El Tren, Crimson Hammer meanwhile was teaching Elizabeth how to say 'do me harder' in Russian." He said nonchalantly, like what he was describing was a weekend spent running errands or a regular day at work.

The wolf was silent for a moment as she pictured the scenes they were describing to her. "So when you said you fucked bigger then me... you were talking about that big bouncy donkey? Damn, is this what feeling threatened feels like?"

"Probably, unless you're feeling bold and up to tracking down whatever bogus weight supplement she used to get her elasticity powers and super-sized ass. Anyway, yeah we had a fling. Literal fucks were given and then they all left to get help. They promised they would come back but that was months ago. We haven't heard a word since but I guess we're still hopeful. Probably the only thing we're hopeful about."

Now there was another unfamiliar feeling creeping its way through Jessica's mind. Unlike the two of them she had a relatively accurate timeline of both worlds and if memory served her right, the three heroines would have likely returned to Silicon City right around the time the Brothers came to Aphrodite City. If their friends were getting help then they would have only gained momentum right around the time... the time the Aphrodite City crisis finally came to a close. A lot of supers, registered and otherwise, were still busy helping with the reconstruction either overtly or in their civilian identities. And the few that could come... well there were rumors that some stubborn reminders of home had found their way here but nothing confirmed yet. Yet the majority was still cleaning up a mess she had helped create while other people continued to live in fear and misery...

McQuinn said nothing about this to either of them, pretending that what she now recognized as guilt was just another plate of donuts to swallow. Instead she merely smiled and regarded them both with a wink. "Come on, I know about this empty motel where we can be alone for awhile. At least let me show you how I impressed the Pride." She begged, regarding both of them with soft, pleading eyes. Once again they were reluctant so she sweetened her offer, gently loosening her jumpsuit and leaning forward, giving both of them an excellent view of her cleavage. Her generous breasts squished against the cold polymer table as she uttered one word. "Please?" She pleaded softly, pursing her lips in a pout. While her technique admittedly needed work, hopefully they would at least give her points for persistence...

The mood was intimate when they all met again in the empty motel room. Even before the invasion the place could be best described as a dump with shoddy furniture and fixtures that could only be jokingly considered "maintained." Jessica felt a faint chill in the air as she stripped down to her underwear and stretched. As her private audience took a seat on the sofa, arguably the one thing that still looked fairly clean, the she-wolf went into a provocative dance routine. Placing her hands against the back of her head and closing her eyes, she flaunted her hips before turning around and dropping down into a squat. Her back to them, she began to show off her ample posterior, bouncing and thrusting two round cheeks as she lost herself into the rhythm of a beat only she could hear. Was this unnatural agility another gift of her transformed body? Probably, but as she turned around to face her audience and tease them with a playful fondling of her breasts, she realized she didn't care. For that moment, Jessica surrendered herself utterly to the biological programming she fought with. She was a toy, a plaything engineered for her masters' pleasure and no one else's. Their desires were all that mattered, she decided with a lick of her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her observed that maybe a clue to her transformation rested with them, that they might know who her tormentor was if only in passing. That observation was quickly forgotten for the moment, lost in the unrelenting urge to pleasure her masters. Speaking of pleasuring her masters, it looked like one of them had a nice, juicy bone for her... buried in his pants.

Crawling on her hands and knees, a look of submission in her eyes, she looked at Adam pleadingly as she "dug out" his "bone." The human was clearly reluctant, his mind dwelling on her sharp canine teeth but Jessica was more then willing to prove his fears were unfounded. Giving his erect member a teasing lick as she nibbled ever so gently to make sure she had a grip, she began to suck on his crotch like the good little pet she was. His gasp was all she needed to hear to know she was doing a good job but Adam decided to take the praise one step further. Placing a hand behind her triangular canine ears, he scratched her scalp and muttered a single utterance. "Good girl... good girl." He groaned and scratched her ears. She wagged her tail and smiled as best as she could with a full mouth. She was a good girl... wasn't she?

A few minutes later, McQuinn had her answer as the humans switched and Elizabeth took over putting the wolfess through the works. The canine trembled as the gunsmith removed her gloves and let her delicate fingers find purchase in the mercenary's womanhood. Hands that adjusted the delicate mechanisms of a rifle were now adjusting her inner workings, making Jessica tilt her head back and start to howl. At least she would have had the short woman not clamped her muzzle shut with her free hand. "No, bad girl. You howl and people will hear you." She scolded, pulling her sticky hand out on reflex.

Jessica whimpered but nodded her head. And like that the mood was shattered, the humans promptly packed up and disappeared like they were never there. And after a few minutes of sitting there by herself, she got her clothes back on and headed back to the city; tail between her legs as she made her way back home.

"Well, we all wrecked that awfully fast." Adam began once they were safely in the forest surrounding the city.

"Yeah but you know as well as I do that something would have heard us if we got any louder." Elizabeth replied briefly.

Both of them were silent, trying to think about the other question that was on their minds. "So..." Adam finally began after a long moment of quietly walking through the woods. "Do you think it would be particularly egotistical to think that we might be connected into Jessica's transformation in some way?"

Elizabeth laughed softly. "What do you think this is Adam, some third rate superfur fic posted on Fur Affinity? But yeah I get what you're saying, this is way too convenient even if running into her was completely random, odds are we probably know who did this. Question is who and do we want to know why?"

"I don't think we want to know, pretty sure there is only one reason why you would do that to a third-rate merc no one would miss and that reason is just... no, just no. We're supposed to be the good guys, we do not do what I think someone is doing." Adam snarled as the duo finished trudging through the snow.

Meanwhile, hidden within a forgotten government bunker built deep within the Appalachian Mountains back during the cold war, a shadowy human figure watched in a darkened room lit only by the glow of computer monitors. Hacked video feeds from several Rik-Tah surveillance drones flying all over the area were playing on screen. One in particular he had wrestled complete control of and assigned to follow his precious around. The original owners thought it was an equipment failure and merely dispatched another drone to replace it, leaving this one his and his alone. Other monitors played the transmitted feed from robotic spy cameras carefully snuck into McQuinn's shower and bedroom. Soon, very soon, he would be able to reap the fruits of his labors.

He had been watching her interactions with the other resistance fighters with mixed emotions. She was becoming far too friendly with those two, the shrouded computer hacker decided coldly. He knew about them and their short history of secret meetings with portly super heroines, their body language when they interact with that beaver builder or those two thunder bunnies said all he needed to hear. He had to separate her from them before they ruined her and made her like the others. Already it was clear she was... thicker then he'd like but at least she had a killer pair of jugs to offset that and he could probably still fix the flaws in his hack job. And what he could skim off the camera feeds told him she was learning to cook.... Yes his precious was turning out quite well. He just needed to put a plan in motion to separate her from these two and bring her to his cozy bunker...