As the Wolf's albino, white-furred fist crashed into her jaw, Syn had to marvel at her luck. She wondered how many Demons were born into a human civilization, and were tamed into serving them by combatting the forces of darkness and despair. She was sure that she wouldn't mind a simple clerk job as much. She might have enjoyed buying things like clothes and shoes if she had feet and not cloven hooves and small, humble horns on her head(though she probably could hide them with a hat. They were no where near Hellboy size.). Still, She had to admit that being born with near-godlike endurance was nifty, otherwise the car she was sailing for would seriously injure her, and not just leave her dazed and looking for little yellow birds around her head. She crashed into the pinto, the metal frame actually wrapping around her, serving only to hinder her in this fight. She wore something similar to Vampirella's outfit(I dunno what to call that, so solly.), except it was dark, velvety blue rather then bright red. She struggled to find footing and stand back up, hooves clacking against the asphault below her. She could probably tear the car in half if on the outside, but right here she had no momentum, or leverage. Her raven-black hair came out beside her as she struggled. Her nailed dug into the metal, trying to tear the car apart, but all she managed was to warp material around her fingers, getting her stuck in two ways now. "Fuckin' shit!" she cried from her ruby-red lips, definately not the language of a Butterscotch Fox type you see on the news, but then again, she wasn't the typical heroine. She wasn't born with insane-sized udders, hers were small and humble. Besides, she had seen clips of heroines getting shotgunned in the breasts for the sole reason that they were tempting targets, even Syn had to admit that. Suddenly, she heard the howl, and the thud as that beast jumped from the building from the sidewalk opposite her. Syn growled, lifting her legs. She would simply use that momentum to leap onto her feet, and deal with Fido somehow. Maybe give him a milkbone if he plays dea-THUDD! "Aww, Gawd!" left Syn's lips as Fido rammed his fist into the Demon's cunt, knuckle leaving(for not even a nanosecond) an imprint against her right netherlip. It also served to cause the material to bunch into Syn's vulva, allowing anyone within seeing distance(no one was) a grand view of her swollen, red lips. Her knees closed together, and her pupils followed the knees' suit. Fido grabbed her furry ankles with one fist, and ripped her from the car, smashing her into a sewer lid. Workers the next morning could swear they saw the imprints of a face. Luckily, all that impact gave Syn was a little cut above the eye. Didn't even hurt(yet). Still holding Syn's ankles, Fido through her back into the building he originally uppercutted the bitch through. Syn had time to regain her senses; Fido seemed to take a while pressing the offense. However, not that much time. When Syn was to her feet, struggling to stand erect, she felt two fists bunched together crashing against the back of her head. She went crashing into the floor, dazed again. She was rolled over on her back, and moaned softly as she felt the material of her crotch bunched to one side. She didn't just trim the garden, she mowed the damn lawn, too. Hairless sideways mouth currently agape, as the thing spread her legs, knelt down, and lapped at her. She groaned, leaning back. She could be groaning 'no, no', or she could be struggling against her mind, trying to justify this somehow. But, frankly, she wasn't all that offended by this. A welcome change from the crazy blows, actually. Soon, Fido grew to an impressive 14 inches in length, and poised at Syn's entrance. Syn looked up, eyes wide, but not unwilling. He entered her, and she leaned back, grunting, half in pain, half in pleasure. The thing scraped against her lips every inch of the way, appearing to split the bitch in two, but Syn could take it. Hell, if anyone could take it, Syn could. Demon endurance led her to be capable of some impressive feats, this one of them. Fido was power thrusting, the extra weight from both of them(fur, hair, breasts, muscles) flapping up and down repeatedly, Syn closing her eyes, moaning, slowly accepting defeat. Mouth flapping open and closed, and she bit her toungue. Blood poured into her mouth, invading her taste buds, and her nostrils, and Syn's eyes flew open. They didn't change color or anything, but her appearance sure as hell changed. She howled, moving closer toward's orgasm, and rolled them both over, Syn on top. "Fuck yeah! Fuck! Fuck!" Fido blasted into her, howling as he shot into her for a straight minute. Semen blasted from his cockhead, filling her womb, some of it splurting from out of her. Almost too much. Then, exhausted, Fido collapsed into the floor. But Syn wasn't done. Soon, Fido perked back up, howling, but this time in pain. He was finished, he needed rest. But his cock wouldn't shrink. Wouldn't shrink because she was gripping into a point in his shoulder, gripping untill blood poured out. He couldn't shrink if he tried. She continued to thrust, screaming obscenities, head banging, hair whipping around. She was a scary fucking sight. She glared down, gripped the other point in his shoulder, lifted his head off the ground and smashed her own downward, in a vicious headbutt. Fido howled, and yelped. *WHO DO YOU FUCKIN' WORK FOR?!" escaped her lips, her continuing to hump up and down. Fido yelped. "HRAWWR! HOO-uck!" Fido was interrupted by another headbutt, snout now broken, looking pathetic. "Don't give me that shit, you're not mindless. You can talk. What are you? What are you, and who are you fuckin' working for? Something like you can't just be coincidence." At length, Fido spilled his beans, Syn listening. She listened, then repeatedly headbutted him untill his head was pulp, the blood and brain flying into her mouth, and she rode him even harder, untill a sensational orgasm ripped through her. The boys and girls back at HQ'd never believe this one...

The man was called the Wizard by some, and he sat back in his wooden chair confidently, fully robed in purple silk robes with stars and moon patterned etched into it. His long beard went to his stomach, and his eyes twinkled. The robe was currently open to reveal the man's shaft, a large, veiny thing with a purple head. Although, that you had to assume, because it was currently being shined by a brown haired woman, the remains of a red costume in tatters. Her brown hair sticky from earlier escapades, weird thing around her head, which one would assume would finish the costume, if there was a full costume there in the first place. Her face was dirty, save for tear-streaks, her eyes looking downward, broken. Wizard chuckled at this, his pet. He had hungered for her since God knows when, and now he finally had her. And he had this man to thank. When he first saw the man, he instantly thought Lurch, from that amusing mortal "TV sitcom" Addams Family. He had to admit, he had that much of a resemblance. Pale, nearly blue skin, strong cheekbones, With a very proper, almost English outfit. Tie, coat, undervest, all black, save for the white shirt. With a bowler hat and umbrella to boot. The man was 7'10, and looked like he weighed only 200, though in truth he probably weighed a few tons. His bald head was completed by a metal dome, that looked like it was underneath the skin. Underneath! Wizard chuckled. This man gave him this little bitch, and asked only a measily sum, barely enough to live with. Wizard respected the man, and thus paid him. He was a little unnerved by the man, though, and wished him gone. "So, Mr..." The man didn't answer, only stared at him with dull eyes. "Is there anything else?" At first the man didn't respond, then moved his lips at an undertaker's pace, the voice dragging out quite lengthily. "Yessssss.........tell....thoooooose youuu know...tell thim, Doom awaits their enemies. Those women who believe themselves above society...those sinners shall meet their ends at the hands of...Miiiiiiiiiisssssterrr....Halllsssseeeeeeyyyyyyyy...." Wizard had to admit, Mr. Halsey had a nice ring to it. As he pondered this, he looked back down to see that Mr. Halsey, as he apparantely liked to be called, was gone. Gone without a trace...as he bobbed the witch's head up and down casually, he realized that they were entering a whole new era, the heroines and they...And he wondered if any heroine would be safe from his towering zombie that they called Mr. Halsey.

Kind of a shitty story, I know, but I'm planning to add to it. Comments, hatemail, what have you, bring it, bitches. I'd love some feedback. Untill next time, toodles!