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FOX HUNT
- Chapter 1: Vixens
By Frenemy
Through fuzzy thoughts and an aching head, the beautiful young woman struggled
to regain her composure. Her green eyes squinted through the smoke, scanning
the ruin of the plane's cockpit as she attempted to gain her bearings. Brushing
a shock of golden hair out of her face, Butterscotch Fox twisted around to
determine the status of her teammates.
"Is everyone alright?" she grunted.
One by one, the entire team sounded off. American Fox, Violet Fox, and Silver
Fox were all accounted for- a little rattled, but otherwise intact. No small
feat considering their circumstances. Responding to a superhuman attack in the
heart of Empire City, the Foxes' jet was shot down, forcing a crash landing in
the streets of downtown. Climbing out of the wreckage, the four heroines
resumed their pursuit.
"We're not far from ground zero" announced Silver Fox, "The
attack was centered on Minerva Square, we can still
make it on foot."
The words had barely escaped the heroine’s mouth when an SUV hurtled through
the air and collided with Silver- sending her crashing into the plane wreckage
behind her. Startled, the remaining Foxes whipped their heads up to behold
Silver's assailant and the source of the superhuman attack. Swooping down from
on high and crashing into the pavement came three young women, dressed
respectively in black, white, and green. Shaken from the attack on Silver and
the impact of her assailants landing, the heroic Foxes scrambled to meet their
opponents.
"By authorization of The Institute, you are hereby under arrest on the
charge of terrorism!" Butter cried in a commanding tone. "Surrender
yourselves at once!" Amused by the busty heroine's display, the
three suspects giggled and grinned menacingly.
"Look, girls" the green one said to her companions, "The little
princess is trying to be intimidating!" Returning her attention to the
Foxes, she bared her teeth in a hungry smile. "All right princess- let’s
get serious!"
In a flash the mystery women bounded into the air in three different directions,
prompting the heroines to split up and pursue each one individually. Butter
took the initiative, manoeuvring her way towards the woman in white and landed
with authority directly in front of her on the pavement below - blocking any
escape. Puffing out her ample chest and placing her fists on her hips, the
well-endowed heroine stood tall in her caramel-coloured uniform and bellowed;
"This is your final warning! Surrender now or I'll be forced to...to
apprehend you with extreme..."
Inexplicably, Butterscotch Fox found her focus rapidly slipping away.
Butterflies began filling her stomach and a tingling sensation spread over her
skin. Overwhelmed by powerful sensations Butter's legs began to wobble, and her
arms cupped her breasts as she hugged her body. The young heroine became transfixed
on the fugitive she was only just pursuing, her eyes pouring over the young
woman's every feature.
Her enemy's dark skin was the colour of rich mahogany and she was dressed in a
white bustier embroidered with a Fox symbol. She stood upon long legs adorned
with lace stockings which affixed themselves to a garter belt. The mesmerizing
woman's eyes were a deep brown, and her short black hair was swept forward
across the sharp features of her face.
The dark woman gently shushed Butterscotch Fox as she brushed the back of her
hand across the heroine's cheek- evoking a small gasp from the golden-haired
Amazon. In ecstasy, Butter leaned her face against the soft white silk of her
arm-length glove.
"There's no reason to fight, Butter" the villainess purred, "not
when my pheromones make you feel so good." White stilettos clicked
on the asphalt as she circled her prey, wrapped her arms around Butter's waist,
pressed into her, and nuzzled into Butter's neck as she rubbed her womanhood
against the young heroine's magnificent ass. "We haven't been
introduced" she whispered into Butter's ear, "you can call me Pearl
Fox." Glossy lips pecked at Butter's neck as a white glove slid down to
her crotch.
American Fox's raven curls fluttered in the wind as she and her opponent
circled each other, the streetlights glinting off her golden headband.
Carefully controlling her breathing, American Fox's breast rose and fell, her
generous bust nearly spilling over her strapless top adorned with the stars and
stripes.
The woman in green was Asian with black almond-shaped eyes, and jet black hair
pulled tightly back into a bun, affixed by two geisha sticks. She wore
thigh-high boots, and was dressed in a green leotard. A sheer opening in the
uniform exposed her cleavage and travelled far down her abdomen, and just under
the uniform's mandarin collar was affixed a silver Fox symbol. From the young
woman's stance, American Fox could tell that she knew how to handle herself-
but this was something they had in common. Looking her dead in the eye,
American Fox made one last effort at diplomacy;
"I warn you girl, I don’t want to have to hurt you!"
The woman in green smiled as she halted, and tilted her head to one side.
"Actually" she said, "I was looking forward to seeing you try!”
In a flash the two women sprung into action, both a flurry of movement- but for
the life of her, American Fox could not land a single blow. Every attack she
made was parried or blocked by her opponent with considerable ease. Then, in
the blink of an eye, the woman in green blocked three attacks in quick
succession, and with lighting pace used two fingers to strike a single blow on
American Fox's shoulder joint. The beautiful heroine
yelped as a shock flooded through her right arm, leaving it numb and lifeless. Reeling
back, American Fox rubbed her arm furiously in a futile attempt to regain
feeling. "M-my arm!" she stammered, "What's wrong with...?"
The heroine's assailant smirked at her victim's anguish. "I thought you
were a warrior" chuckled the woman in green, "but I see now that
you're nothing more than a thug. A warrior doesn't base her
combat solely on brute force..."
With inhuman speed the woman in green seized American Fox's left arm and
twisted it- trapping it in order to land four quick finger strikes on her torso
before placing a palm strike squarely on the heroine's solar plexus. Falling
back, American Fox contorted and landed face down on the pavement. Gasping for
breath, the star-spangled heroine tried vainly to push herself up with her left
arm, her back heaving with the effort.
"You know nothing of discipline" spat the woman in green, "whereas
I have mastered my mind as well as my body- which is why I can so
easily exploit your pressure points." Circling the prone super heroine,
she stalked her opponent like a predator. "And when you understand how
something is put together, you
understand how to take it apart."
Returning to her starting position, the woman in green reached back to clasp
the two geisha sticks in her hair. Removing them, her long black mane tumbled
down her back. The sticks were revealed to be steel - sharpened to a needle point.
"Through structural weaknesses..." She maliciously said before
jamming one of the needles into American Fox's back. Indescribable pain shot
through the heroine's body as she rigidly snapped upwards- her bee-stung lips
parted to scream, but nothing came out.
"...and energy centres" chimed the villainess. Admiring her victim's
convulsions, the woman in green's modest bosom rose and fell with the heavy
breath of excitement "We resist pain, but what we often forget is that
through pain, can come greater pleasure..." A sadistic smile
splitting her face, the heroine's tormentor stuck the second needle in the
small of American Fox's back. The tension in her body melting away, air began
to seep back into her lungs, and American Fox's
breasts thrusted outward as she arched her torso upward. From her still-gaping
mouth, American Fox broke her silence by erupting into an earth-shaking moan.
Every crevice of her being was racked with orgasmic bliss- American Fox had
never felt such pleasure in all her life. Lost to her carnal appetites, her
hands crept up to fondle her incredible breasts and tears fell from her eyes as
she came harder and longer than she ever thought possible.
The woman in green grinned as she watched American Fox writhe in anticipation,
her excitement rising again on her way to a second climax. Licking her lips,
the villainess spoke; "Be wary though...no punishment, no torture is
greater than pleasure denied..." Abruptly, the villainess removed
the needles from the heroine's back and the waves of ecstasy vanished from her
body. Robbed of the greatest rapture any being could ever experience, American
Fox erupted into a blood-curdling wail - like an angel falling from heaven -
and fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. "I will be your
taskmaster..." pronounced the woman in green as she stood triumphantly
over her quivering foe, "You may call me Jade Fox!"
Violet Fox placed her fists on her hips and stood erect, arching herself
upwards to her full height as her auburn locks tumbled over her shoulders, her
purple cape flowing behind her. By taking up as much space as possible, she
aimed to intimidate her smaller opponent.
The young woman in front of Violet was of an extremely pale complexion, her
skin nearly snow white, contrasting with her jet-black hair which was trimmed
to a short, neat bob. Her thin lips were tinted with black lipstick and pierced
by a set of 'snake bite' lip rings, and heavy black makeup encircled her deep
green eyes. A thin petite figure, she stood 5'2 in heavy boots which went were
followed by black-and-white striped thigh-high socks. Dressed in black, she
wore a vinyl top with spaghetti straps and a frilly microskirt.
Her wrists were adorned with studded leather cuffs, and her nails were polished
black. She looked Violet up and down with her doe eyes, beaming.
"I have you cornered!" warned the violet super heroine, advancing
towards her dark adversary. "Give it up, there's no escape!"
The gothic villainess tilted her head to one side, her gaze still locked on
Violet. "Escape?" she asked disappointedly, "Why would I want to
escape? We haven't even begun to play..."
No sooner had the words escaped her mouth than Violet's brow began to furrow. Her
mouth trembled as she brought her hands up to her temples, wincing in something
like pain as she felt invisible fingers creep across her brain. In the back of
her head she could hear whispers- whispers that grew in number and volume until
she was engulfed by a whirlwind of voices laughing and shouting their
disapproval.
"Disappointment! Unacceptable! Failure! Whore!"
Violet felt the asphalt rush towards her as she
sank to her knees. The petite villainess, dwarfed only moments ago by Violet
Fox's stature now towered over her opponent, a black fingernail sliding down
her pale throat to play with the cutesy skull which adorned her choker. "I
see you," she said. "I can look into your every dark corner you
naughty bitch. I can read you like a book."
Violet grimaced as this one voice rang out clearly amongst the torrent of
voices swirling in her head. "T-telepathy..." she gasped, "A-a
Psychic!"
Attempting to push herself up off the ground, Violet
felt the street give way and crumble beneath her and she began to fall, the
voices trailing away behind her. She seemed to fall forever until she felt a
sudden shock as she splashed down in a body of water. Gasping for breath and
gripped by panic, every ounce of Institute training seemed to disappear as
Violet frantically thrashed around in the frigid water, coughing and choking on
the liquid.
"I can see your every doubt and fear," her adversary's voice
playfully called amidst the heroine's torment, "I know you almost drowned
as a little girl. I know what scares you..."
Her hands clawing in desperation, Violet splashed the water, writhing in its
icy embrace only to whirl over and find herself
inexplicably in bed, surrounded by candles and wrapped in the cool caress of
satin sheets on her now naked body. Confused and disoriented, she slumped
trembling onto her back and placed her hand over her eyes as she attempted to
calm herself from her seemingly near-death experience. Panting, she rolled over
only to come face to face with her antagonist, lying curled up next to her. The
villain’s skin now had a healthy glow, her hair now blonde and slicked back,
and her lips the colour of red wine. Petrified, Violet remained anchored in bed
beside her.
"I know your heart's darkest desires" purred the psychic villainess
as she brushed the back of her hand down Violet's cheek, curling her index
finger under the heroine's chin and massaging Violet's lip with her thumb.
"I even know the secrets you keep from yourself!" Her petite hand
drifted downwards, her index finger tugging the satin sheet draped around them
both, sliding it down over Violet's bust, revealing her magnificent breasts
which rose and fell with the heroine's heavy breath. "But you keep no
secrets from me, Violet" the villainess whispered as she gently kissed
between Violet's breasts, softly pecking until her mouth enveloped one of the
heroine's nipples. Violet's eyes fluttering, her head sank back and her bust
protruded outwards as the villainess' hand crept up the other breast and began
twisting the heroine's nipple as her tongue played with the other.
Squirming with pleasure, Violet's head rolled side to side. "No..."
she weakly muttered as she tried desperately to break the young woman's hold
over her. Mustering every ounce of her willpower, Violet's hands crept up to
take the temptress' arms "No..." she moaned, "No...don't...DON'T!" With all the strength she could
manage, Violet pushed the villainess away and scrambled to get to her feet,
only to tumble off the bed and land...
...face down on the Asphalt. Her head darting around, Violet found herself back
in the city street where she began- she had never left. Looking up she saw the
black-clad culprit still standing right in front of her, hips pivoted to one side
hands folded behind her back - chuckling at her sport.
"You bitch!" cried the heroine, "No one plays games with my head
like that!"
The enraged Violet Fox charged her tormentor full force and swung her fist with
all her might, connecting square on the jaw, flooring her opponent with a thud.
Righting herself, Violet looked down on her victim and to her shock beheld a
tall raven-haired woman clad in stars and stripes. "N-no!
American Fox!" cried Violet,
"I didn't - how...?"
Swinging her head around in a flash, Violet once again spotted the pale woman
with a wide grin on her face. Violet stammered for words; "B-but
I..." and was suddenly silenced. For as the dark villainess held out her
hand and snapped her fingers, Violet Fox's eyes shut and the heroine dropped to
the ground - unconscious.
Giggling, the Petite villainess reached behind her back and grabbed one arm
with the other as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. "You’re
fun, I think
I’ll keep you...my name's Ebon Fox."
Twisted metal groaned as the SUV began dislodging itself from the ruin of the
Foxes' downed plane, crashing onto the asphalt as Silver Fox pushed her way out
of the wreckage. Holding one hand to her temple, the heroine shook her head as
she attempted to gain her second wind. The car had caught her by surprise, but
the greatest of the Foxes was now fully alert - and aiming to teach her
assailant a lesson. Through the smoke of the wreckage, she was astonished to
behold Violet and American Fox incapacitated, and two women advancing on
Butter, who was restrained by a third.
"You there!" Silver called, "you think
you can get rid of me that easily? You've just made the biggest mistake of you
lives, girls!"
All eyes turned to the last remaining Fox and her bluster. Butter, still intoxicated
in Pearl's embrace moaned to her team mate as her eyes rolled back and her
mouth quivered.
"S-s-silver..." she eked, "...c-can't help m-myself...l-look
out...!"
A satisfied sigh resonated from the three evil Foxes, they were glad to see
her- expecting her even. With Silver Fox locked in her gaze, Jade turned on her
heel and began to advance on the resuscitated heroine. With each click-clack of
the Villainess' heels, Silver Fox steeled herself for her opponent's opening
salvo. Coming to a halt ten feet from the lone heroine, Jade widened her stance
and put one hand behind her back. Tension hung in the air as the two warriors
sized each other up.
"I'd savor the chance to embarrass you myself" Jade croaked "but
I'm afraid there are plans for you."
With lightening speed Jade pulled her arm from behind her back and hurled an
object at Silver. With equally quick reflexes, the heroine caught the
projectile in her right hand. Examining it, she could see now that it was a
strange glass sphere about the size of a softball with something pink inside-
seeming curiously benign. Suddenly, the glass container began to crack, and
before Silver could react, the glass shattered - spilling a gelatinous pink
blob all over her hand. Flustered, Silver Fox recoiled at the unknown
substance.
"What...what kind of a trick is this?!" she demanded, "fight
me, you..."
Her voice trailed off when she noticed that the pink blob on her hand had
stopped oozing and began moving with purpose - the blob was alive!
Alarmed, Silver attempted to rip the blob off with her other hand, but to her
horror her left hand became equally stuck in this living goo. Silver struggled
as she felt the substance tense around her hands like a muscle, trapping them
in slimy manacles. Her panic rising, Silver struggled to loose herself from the
restraints.
"What is this?" The outraged heroine demanded, "I'm Silver
Fox! And I-"
Her tirade was cut abruptly cut short, as the pink substance began to reach out
and take hold of her torso. Silver's taught arms strained to resist the
creature's efforts, but slowly and surely her hands came to her bountiful
bosom. Gaining a tight hold of her body, the slime began spreading downwards-
over her flat abs, across the orbit of her hips, and down her toned legs. She
could feel it poking and bubbling across her skin, like being covered in ants.
Soon, only the heroine's head was left untouched, and without the control of
her legs, she slumped to the ground. Now gripped by sheer terror, Silver Fox
looked pleadingly to Jade.
"What's happening?!" she wailed, "What's it doing to me?!"
"She's just feeling you out" chuckled the Asian villainess,
"Getting a lay of the land."
"She?" Silver gasped "But how-?"
Before she could finish, a collar of pink slime crept up to cover her mouth.
Now voiceless, Silver Fox wriggled and rolled around on the ground in
desperation. She could level mountains with her bare hands, but now her
wonderful body was being undone, and all of her power could not help her now.
Belittled, she despaired as she could not fathom being brought so low. She soon
found that her indignity was only just beginning as the gelatinous creature
began to fill and stimulate every crevice of her womanhood. She felt the slime
ripple around her to caress her breasts, and Silver's shame grew as she began
to lose herself in this rapture. She was completely helpless as this creature
manipulated her body and rather than bristling with outrage, she was nearing
climax.
At the brink of orgasm, the slime crept once again,
this time to cover her entire head, sealing her body completely in it's death-grip. Inside, Silver's
panic was overwhelmed by her ecstasy as she erupted into orgasm, which combined
with her oxygen deprivation granted her a state of euphoria. Silver moaned
happily and stopped fighting. Her body relaxed into the creature’s embrace as
she passed out.
"That should be long enough," said Jade Fox, observing the struggle.
She removed another glass sphere from her belt and held it out expectedly
"Time to go, Plasma." A moment passed before the pink blob began to
contract and remove itself from it's captive. Reaching
out, it slid into Jade's glass ball and relaxed into it's container. Sealing the opening, Jade replaced
the sphere in her belt.
Sirens echoed in the distance as the fires on the street continued to smoulder.
Alerted to the inbound squad cars, Pearl maintained her hold on Butter while
motioning to her allies.
"Forget about them, collect the other girls and prepare to teleport"
she said as she tightly clutched Butterscotch Fox- still quivering from a state
of perpetual orgasm. Smiling, Pearl nuzzled her nose into Butter's golden locks
and inhaled deeply. "We got what we came for."
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Through fuzzy thoughts and an aching head, the beautiful young woman struggled
to regain her composure. Her green eyes squinted through the darkness, scanning
shadows as she attempted to gain her bearings. Brushing a shock of golden hair
out of her face, Butterscotch Fox twisted around to determine her situation.
She lay naked on an unforgiving grated floor, surrounded by a ten-foot sphere
of glass with no discernible door. Struggling to her feet, the superheroine
placed her hands on the glass and peered around to behold shadows in all
directions, her cell being the only spot illuminated.
"H-hello?" called Butter "Is somebody out there?"
"Pardon my absence" said a voice in an exquisite British accent.
Butter's head turned towards the sound of footsteps on steel as a tall, waifish
woman emerged from the darkness holding Butter's uniform in her hands.
"But I had to download the biometrics from your BattleSkin
Computer" she continued. "The data will prove invaluable in the days
to come."
The Englishwoman was a brunette, her wild curls tumbling over her shoulders.
She wore a black pantsuit, her jacket revealing her modest cleavage in a deep
V-neck, and her sleeves ended at her biceps, revealing arm-length black latex
gloves. Her exquisite makeup consisted of green eye shadow and bright red lipstick.
Her elegant, swan-like neck was adorned with diamond necklace with an emerald
in the middle.
"Who are you?" demanded Butterscotch Fox, "You won't get away
with this!"
The brunette's cherry lips curled upwards into a smirk as she gazed at her
prisoner. "My name is Dr. Vanessa Payne, my lovely girl. And I'm about to
put you through hell."
"You don't know who you're dealing with, Doctor" snipped the
blonde heroine, "You have no idea what we're capable of!"
Taking a few steps forward, Vanessa came to within a foot of the glass, and
looked up at the captive Fox with a self-satisfied grin. "I know exactly what you're capable of,
Butter" the doctor shot back. "I was one of the founders of
the institute before the inner circle pushed me out, so believe me, I know
how to handle you!
Speechless at this revelation, Butter’s mind raced for words. "So now
you're back with your own Foxes, is that it?"
"Partly" replied the Brit, "my
Foxes were washed out of the program on 'psychological grounds'. Basically Institute-speak
for 'refused to be a slave to rich old men'. Well now is our time to take back
the Institute and reshape it - reform it so ignorant twats like you can be
brought to heel. And while we're at it, we've received a special commission to
make your life as uncomfortable as possible."
"And my friends?" Butter demanded,
"Silver, Violet, American - What have you done with them?"
"Oh they're being seen to" the Doctor replied, "but you
my girl are priority one. We are going to poke, prod and ravage that miraculous body of yours. And the best part of all? You
aren't going to lift a finger to stop it!"
"And what makes you think I'd oblige you?" Butter huffed.
Reaching into her jacket pocket, Vanessa produced a small touchscreen device.
With a few taps of her finger, a soft *blip*
sounded in the darkness, and the white noise of a speaker crackled in the air.
"Hello?" a girl's voice sounded meekly, "Is anyone there?"
Butter's heart skipped a beat as she immediately recognized the small voice. With
frantic eyes, she pressed herself against the glass and called out in all
directions. "Regan!" she cried, "Regan honey, is that you?"
"S-stacy?" the little voice eked in duress.
"Stacy, I don't know where I am... there- there's someone here...I
--" and with another soft *blip*,
the white noise ceased, and the channel was closed.
"No!" shrieked Butter pounding the glass bubble with her fists.
"Don't you touch her!"
Replacing the small device in her pocket, Vanessa coolly crossed her arms and
leaned in to Butter's cell, inches away from the sphere.
"Don't bother, Butter. Your prison is made of pure Diamentium
crystal - the hardest, densest material in the known universe; virtually
unbreakable".
Realizing the futility of her assault, Butter relented, a look of defeat
spreading over her face.
"You see?" beamed Vanessa, “I said I knew how to handle you.
Now what do you say?"
Her eyes filling with tears of despair, Butterscotch Fox sank to her knees on
the grated floor. Placing both palms on the globe, the extorted heroine looked
pleadingly down at Vanessa.
"You win. I'll co-operate" the golden-haired Fox sobbed. "Do
what you will with me. But please-"she begged, "Please
don't hurt my sister!"
TO BE CONTINUED…
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