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With a gun! What's that? Super powers? I have no idea what you're talking about.\n\nAnyway. Credit to Marty for being eight hundred percent the sex at all times, and to Zilkas for being the universe's sweet, sweet kaisura gift to all living things. Also, creative consulting, to both of them. Maybe also some credit for stress relief (which means we boned) and being nice to me and such. I love you guys.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Oh look, it's the lady in red! With a gun! What's that? Super powers? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Anyway. Credit to Marty for being eight hundred percent the sex at all times, and to Zilkas for being the universe's sweet, sweet kaisura gift to all living things. Also, creative consulting, to both of them. Maybe also some credit for stress relief (which means we boned) and being nice to me and such. I love you guys.", "writing": "Julian glances at the bed, running his hand through his shoulder length, dark hair and glances at the bed, taking a breath. The woman in the bed, she's no doubt beautiful. \n\nShe has this sort of dark look about her, a husky with bright blue eyes that are shockingly intense. She's watching him with predatory hunger as he approaches, her ears perked up and her tail twitching like she's about to pounce on him even though she's lying on her side and in no position to do so.\n\n\"Come on, stop making me wait,\" she says, her tone commanding. He faces her, wearing the closest approximation to an easy smile he can manage. She's gorgeous, in that sort of predatory way. Tall and strong with her white hair cut short and styled up into a fauxhawk. \nDespite all this, she can't avoid how cute it is that one of her ears folds over at the tip.\n\nHe crawls into the bed and she rolls onto her back, letting him straddle her. Knowing full well how bad she wants him and how lucky he is that she even agreed to go out with him tonight, he presses his tip to her wet, waiting slit.\n\n\"How hard do you want it?\" he asks, smiling.\n\nShe reaches up and clenches a paw in his hair, dragging him down against her. A low growl sounds right in his ear and his body shakes with need and intimidation. \n\n\"If you don't just start fucking me like an animal in the next thirty damn seconds, I'm going to hurt you,\" she mutters, sinking her teeth lightly into his shoulder after.\n\n\"G-God, y-yes ma'am!\" he stammers, pushing in. Her teeth come free and a satisfied moan passes her lips. She allows him to rise up, propping himself up with his arms as he sets to work. His paws brace against the bed, little bunny toeclaws giving him good purchase on the surface.\nHe thrusts hard and fast, filling the air with the noises of sex. Her scent is strong enough that his twitching nose can pick it up and it sets him panting, his mind going blank and his mouth nearly hanging open.\nShe lets her head fall back, reaches up with a paw and uses a pair of claws to pinch and twist one of his nipples, dragging a loud girlish moan of shocked pleasure from him. She notes how the pinch drives his pace even faster and uses her other paw to do the same on the other nipple.\nHis hips are almost a blur, powerful rabbit legs working. His cock throbs inside of her, even as her own wetness soaks into her thigh fur and down into his comforter.\n\n\"G-God damn... for a girly little bunny you f-fuck like a champ,\" she manages to gasp, if only barely. \"S-Should've taken you up on your offer a w-while ago!\"\n\nHe can't even make words at this point, he's so taken with pleasure and need. He stares into her eyes, one paw moving just enough to squeeze and knead at her left breast, working his fingers over her nipple and returning the gesture of pinching her nipple with his own little bunny claws.\n\n\"F-Fuck... and good too...\" she adds breathlessly, bucking her hips up against his thrusts and driving him as deep as he can possibly go.\nShe's impressed, she really is. He's so girly and cute, he doesn't seem like he'd have the skill or the drive to be so downright vicious with his thrusts, but the mindless pleasure in his eyes and the speed at which he's pounding her say otherwise.\n\nHe can't turn his mind away from Jane. She's in his head, her fingers moving on him, the whip cracking, her claws dragging over the welts.\nThe feeling of her inside him. The horror and shock and the agonizingly intense arousal he felt when he got home and had to masturbate in the shower. \n\nThe dream he had the night before of her dragging him to her on a leash and pressing her lips to his.\n\nHis eyes flick to the picture of her on his nightstand and he shivers with arousal.\n\nShe can feel it rising, the shuddering pleasure inside of her. One paw drops from his chest and rubs at her clit, turning her moans from 'deeply aroused' to 'oh god, I'm about to cum' within seconds.\n\n\"F-Fuck... d-don't you dare stop!\" she cries, hips bucking repeatedly as she loses herself in the wash of pleasure, her thick fluid all but splattering out around his shaft.\n\nThe repeated gripping and relaxing of her inner muscles drives him right over the edge. His eyes flutter shut and his pounding takes on a wild, uncontrolled pace, slamming the bed into the wall and making her cry out.\n\"G-God... J-Jane...!\" he shouts, voice high and girlish with pleasure. \n\nShe stares, her orgasm shoved aside by anger and disgust.\n\n\"Fucking... w-what!?\" she demands.\n\nHis eye snap open, wide with horror.\n\n\"W-What what? What are you... what?\" he stammers, breathless.\n\n\"Did you just f-fucking call me Jane!?\" \n\n\"What!? No! N-No! What?\" he responds lamely, heart pounding from more than just the exertion. He shakes with anxiety.\n\n\"Your... your fucking sister is named Jane!\" she shouts, working herself out from under him. \"What the fuck!?\"\n\nHe stares at her, then glances at the picture on his nightstand again, a picture from when they went on a trip a while ago together. She's wearing a suit and tie in it, but she makes it look damn good. With her condition, and her rather impressive sums of money, surgery and hormones have been extremely good to her.\n\n\"Oh, my god. You were not fantasizing about fucking your sister while you were fucking me, were you!?\" she shouts, grabbing for her bra and pulling it on quickly, adjusting her breasts inside with a careful paw.\nHe rolls off the bed, rising.\n\n\"No! No, fuck no! Sorry, I was with this woman who was also named Jane recently and she and you look... very... similar..?\" he lies lamely, trembling and fearful of her anger.\n\nShe works her shirt on and grabs her underwear and pants, pulls them on fast.\n\n\"You... fucking freak, you were! God I mean you're so girly but... that's just wrong!\" she shouts. \"Don't... don't fucking call me. Or ever talk to me again. Ever!\"\n\nWith that as he last she storms out of the room, leaving him to sit down on the bed. His face falls into his hands and he takes a shaky breath.\n\"Son of a bitch,\" he hisses after a moment, slamming a clenched paw into the bed. \"Fucking... fuck!\" \n\nHe rises and stalks to the bathroom, staring in the mirror. Looking back at him is face that's androgynous. It even leans towards female. No one suspected his sister would be the one to go female, no. They all thought it would be him.\n\nHe turns his back on his reflection, gritting his teeth.\n\n\"I need a fucking cigarette,\" he mutters.\n\nElsewhere in the city, in a largeish warehouse, a woman is dealing with business.\n\n\"Do you understand who I am?\" she asks, reaching up to adjust her tie as she does so. The crimson material catches the light. Her cold red eyes are locked on a woman in front of her.\n\n\"The queen bitch hersssself, Lady Red,\" the woman answers, voice harsh and angry.\n\nAs far as women go, the ever beautiful Lady Red towers over her frumpier, less... put together looking opposite. Lady Red's suit and tie are crisp and clean and cut to her gorgeous figure, whereas this woman is dressed like she started in prostitution a long time ago and no one gave her the memo that schoolgirl only works if you're not chubby and forty years old.\n\"Yes, quite. And you, little reptile, have made me very unhappy,\" the tall woman says. The reptilian, looking to be some desert species or something like that, has with her six other men and women. Some of them are visibly armed. It's making Red rather... \n\nTwitchy.\n\"Sssso what if I have, what are you going to do about it?\" the reptile hisses, tongue flicking out on the S.\n\n\"You beat one of my girls into a coma in my territory. Surely you realize this isn't some kind of game you're playing here. You're from what... Detroit, correct?\"\n\nThe reptile seems taken aback by this question.\n \n\"How... do you know that?\"\n\n\"You're stupid, slow, weak, and you didn't bother to conceal your motions,\" she says, examining her claws and drawing a nail file from her pocket. All part of the act, part of the show. \"How was Salvador last time you saw him? Surely he's still in charge up that way...\"\n\nThe reptile's eyes widen as much as they possibly can. Her clawed hand nervously twitches towards the pistol she wears in an under arm holster and in a split second, Lady Red has snapped her own gun from under her jacket, moving with the speed born of hours and hours and hours of practice.\n\n\"Draw your gun, you forfeit your life. It's not nice to threaten a woman you're having a nice conversation with,\" she says, looking up for barely a moment, so quick they don't notice. Her people are in position. \"Now, let's talk about how you came to my city and you decided my territory was the one to move in on. I know you've made a name for yourself with the Skulls, I've heard the rumors. My eyes are everywhere. What made you \nthink I am weak?\"\n\nThe reptile gulps, looking to her friends. The men grip their assault rifles tighter.\n\n\"You show up to this meeting with one man who isn't even armed, and you're asking why you're weak!?\" the reptile demands, laughing. \"You are just unbelievably arrogant. Just fucking shoot them!\"\n\nShots do ring out, yes, but not from her friends or from her. From the windows of the warehouse, propped open by her people long before this group ever arrived. The behind the reptile fall. The silence is only broken by the sounds of their screaming. Knee and shoulder shots only, she had said.\n\n\"Now you see, you had to go and make the mistake of thinking I'm a nice person,\" Lady Red says softly, drawing back the hammer on her pistol. \n\n\"Now, shall we talk nicely now or... are you going to be a foolish girl and make another move?\" \n\n\"W-What the fuck!?\" the reptile shouts, shaking from head to toe. \"You fucking shot them!\"\n\nLady Red saunters forward, followed closely by Kalvin. She stops before the woman and presses close, tilts her head down and nestles the gun against her head.\n\n\"I could kill you right now, you little bitch. You beat my girl into a coma. You stabbed one of my men moving drugs on my terms. You come here, to my city, you work for the Skulls, you move on my territory with your childish half backed unplanned actions. No thought, no respect, no stoicism, no preparedness. You think this is fun?\" she hisses. \"But I won't kill you right now, little bitch. You strike me as the type to carry your friends on your back. So which one of them matters most?\"\n\nRed shoves her aside. She makes to draw her gun only to find that the faithful companion of hers has stepped up with his own pistol drawn.\n\n\"Aim a gun at my mistress, I will end your life,\" he says simply.\n\nThe tall woman aims her pistol at each one in turn.\n\n\"Perhaps you brought a boyfriend, or a girlfriend,\" she murmurs, watching the reptile's eyes. She passes up and down the line, taking note of a twitch in her left eye every time the gun pauses on a male. \"I see. Boyfriend, maybe brother. Am I right? He is a reptile... same scale color as you, that lovely bright green...\"\n\n\"No! You wouldn't!\" the woman shouts, tone pleading. Lady Red gives her a \nchilly smile. \"You can't! Please, I'll do anything!\"\n\nTrigger pull.\n\nThe man's head slams back into the ground.\n\nThe reptile sags, dropping to her knees.\n\n\"D-Dalk...\" she whimpers, staring at the fresh corpse. Red grabs her by a fist full of the dull, polished spines she has instead of hair, dragging \nher to her feet.\n\n\"This is what happens when you hurt innocent people in my territory, do you fucking understand me?\" she all but growls. \"That girl you beat up had two fucking kids. Couldn't get a job anywhere else. She was MINE! You do not damage my property, especially not when it's the mother of innocents! Tell that to the skulls when you return to them!\"\n\n\"L-Letting us l-live...?\" the reptile gasps.\nRed lifts the woman right off her feet, glaring into her eyes.\n\n\"You fucked with someone who isn't even natural, you little bitch. You live, your friends... they die.\"\n\nShe turns and pushes the woman down, kicks her in the ass and forces her to sprawl near the nearest living friend. Right as the green scaled woman starts to rise to her hands and knees, a bullet zips past her head and up under the chin of one of the men who was shot in the knee.\n\nRed watches her stare for a few moments then four more shots ring out. \n\nThey're so close together, so perfectly spaced that it sounds like a single burst from an automatic weapon. Each round finds a home in the cement floor on the other side of a now badly damaged skull.\n\nWith a motion so fast her arm is a blur, she aims the weapon at her knees and blows them out.\n\nThe magazine hits the floor and a new one is in before anyone can react.\nOne voice echoes off the walls, the voice of the woman screaming in agony on the floor. \n\nTwo of her men rush in the double doors at the end, emergency backup she doesn't really need.\n\nThey stare as she holsters her pistol and closes her suit coat, buttons it tight.\n\n\"O'Shannon, Grant, call for Civek. That son of a bitch owes me a favor and I can't kill him until he pays it back,\" she mutters.\n\n\"Ma'am, Civek is a... he's a...\" the fox named O'Shannon says with a lilting Irish accent.\n\n\"A psychopath, I know. Also, call Noti. He can patch up the woman so she lives long enough to get back to the Skulls,\" she replies, turning her back on the scene and starting to walk away. \"Have Civek cut off their heads and send them in a duffel bag with her. I'm tired of them doing bad things to good people. Come, Kalvin.\"\n\nHe follows her. Her boots click on the floor. She grabs her coat from a hook by the door, a red leather thing that doesn't hide her one bit - but \n\nLady Red has no interest in hiding. She marches to her car and settles in to the back. Kalvin settles in beside her.\n\nShe lets out a shaking breath.\n\n\"What the fuck have I become?\" she whispers, staring at her trembling hands. The heat in her groin is oppressive. Her hunger, staggering.\n\n\"Exactly what you were always meant to be ma'am,\" Kalvin says, sighing. \n\n\"If you weren't keeping natural crime in the city down, you'd never be able to keep the supernatural under control as well.\"\nShe raises her hand, looking at the trembling fingers.\n\n\"I need it again, Kalvin. I should have fed on one of them but I had to leave her alive,\" she mutters. \"Getting the shakes real bad. Barely made those last shots into her knees.\"\n\nThe car starts up, starts driving.\n\n\"We have someone you can feed on at home ma'am. Several in fact,\" he says, turning to look out the window. \"You're distracted. Something more than your monstrous hungers is bothering you.\"\n\n\"I can't stop thinking about Julian, Kalvin. I want to fuck him so hard I ache inside for it. It feels so, so very wrong.\"\n\n\"I can't see any difference between fucking him and fucking any other male. Neither of you can get pregnant. Your genetic code is only technically related to him now, with the changes brought on by being what you are, ma'am...\"\n\n\"But for fuck's sake,\" she responds, drawing cigarettes from her pocket. \n\n\"He's my brother!\"\n\n\"Ma'am, he will have to know what he is at some point. He's reaching that age. You can't protect him from this forever,\" he answers, turning his bright eyes out the window. \"Frankly, you'll be doing him a vicious disservice not... taking him under your wing.\"\n\nShe frowns.\n\n\"We don't talk about my wings, Kalvin. They're a secret. But... you really think it's not... wrong?\"\n\n\"You just tortured a woman psychologically, shot her knees out, killed her boyfriend and five friends, and you're shaking with arousal, ma'am,\" he says. \"Wrong is entirely, terribly relative.\"\nShe contemplates this for a moment.\n\n\"Have I become evil, Kalvin?\"\n\n\"No, ma'am. You are a bitter, cold hearted monster, but evil you are not.\"\n\nAnother long silence.\n\n\"Call Nezta. Send a car to my brother's place. Extend an invitation. Make sure he uses my proper name, we might as well break the truth to him hard and sudden, get it done quick.\"\n\nHis head turns, his eyes flick to meet her crimson gaze. She takes a drag on her cigarette and exhales it into the air that is rapidly growing hazy with the smoke.\n\n\"Lady Red, ma'am... or the Red Queen?\"\n\nShe sighs and then smiles just a little. \n\n\"Red Queen. My little brother is the Red King after all.\"\n\nKalvin tilts his head.\n\n\"Perhaps him being your king is the reason why you and he are so... attracted to each other,\" he posits. \"It is... fate, as it were.\"\nShe frowns, drawing her pistol and dropping the magazine, peering at the rounds.\n\n\"Fuck. I used the silver pin cored rounds on those assholes... jesus. Order more of those, when we get home, as well,\" she says, not wanting to talk further on the subject. He opens his mouth to speak, then gives a little nod. \n\n\"Ma'am, yes ma'am. Right away.\"\n\nWith that out of the way, he draws his phone and begins to make calls. She watches the city flash by, wondering just how many people even know she exists.\n\nWondering how many of them have to deal with the things she does.\n\nNone she figures.\n\nNone save the Queens Black, White, and Green.\n\nBut they aren't being force fed sexual attraction to their own brothers, she figures.\n\nAssholes.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Julian glances at the bed, running his hand through his shoulder length, dark hair and glances at the bed, taking a breath. The woman in the bed, she's no doubt beautiful.

She has this sort of dark look about her, a husky with bright blue eyes that are shockingly intense. She's watching him with predatory hunger as he approaches, her ears perked up and her tail twitching like she's about to pounce on him even though she's lying on her side and in no position to do so.

"Come on, stop making me wait," she says, her tone commanding. He faces her, wearing the closest approximation to an easy smile he can manage. She's gorgeous, in that sort of predatory way. Tall and strong with her white hair cut short and styled up into a fauxhawk.
Despite all this, she can't avoid how cute it is that one of her ears folds over at the tip.

He crawls into the bed and she rolls onto her back, letting him straddle her. Knowing full well how bad she wants him and how lucky he is that she even agreed to go out with him tonight, he presses his tip to her wet, waiting slit.

"How hard do you want it?" he asks, smiling.

She reaches up and clenches a paw in his hair, dragging him down against her. A low growl sounds right in his ear and his body shakes with need and intimidation.

"If you don't just start fucking me like an animal in the next thirty damn seconds, I'm going to hurt you," she mutters, sinking her teeth lightly into his shoulder after.

"G-God, y-yes ma'am!" he stammers, pushing in. Her teeth come free and a satisfied moan passes her lips. She allows him to rise up, propping himself up with his arms as he sets to work. His paws brace against the bed, little bunny toeclaws giving him good purchase on the surface.
He thrusts hard and fast, filling the air with the noises of sex. Her scent is strong enough that his twitching nose can pick it up and it sets him panting, his mind going blank and his mouth nearly hanging open.
She lets her head fall back, reaches up with a paw and uses a pair of claws to pinch and twist one of his nipples, dragging a loud girlish moan of shocked pleasure from him. She notes how the pinch drives his pace even faster and uses her other paw to do the same on the other nipple.
His hips are almost a blur, powerful rabbit legs working. His cock throbs inside of her, even as her own wetness soaks into her thigh fur and down into his comforter.

"G-God damn... for a girly little bunny you f-fuck like a champ," she manages to gasp, if only barely. "S-Should've taken you up on your offer a w-while ago!"

He can't even make words at this point, he's so taken with pleasure and need. He stares into her eyes, one paw moving just enough to squeeze and knead at her left breast, working his fingers over her nipple and returning the gesture of pinching her nipple with his own little bunny claws.

"F-Fuck... and good too..." she adds breathlessly, bucking her hips up against his thrusts and driving him as deep as he can possibly go.
She's impressed, she really is. He's so girly and cute, he doesn't seem like he'd have the skill or the drive to be so downright vicious with his thrusts, but the mindless pleasure in his eyes and the speed at which he's pounding her say otherwise.

He can't turn his mind away from Jane. She's in his head, her fingers moving on him, the whip cracking, her claws dragging over the welts.
The feeling of her inside him. The horror and shock and the agonizingly intense arousal he felt when he got home and had to masturbate in the shower.

The dream he had the night before of her dragging him to her on a leash and pressing her lips to his.

His eyes flick to the picture of her on his nightstand and he shivers with arousal.

She can feel it rising, the shuddering pleasure inside of her. One paw drops from his chest and rubs at her clit, turning her moans from 'deeply aroused' to 'oh god, I'm about to cum' within seconds.

"F-Fuck... d-don't you dare stop!" she cries, hips bucking repeatedly as she loses herself in the wash of pleasure, her thick fluid all but splattering out around his shaft.

The repeated gripping and relaxing of her inner muscles drives him right over the edge. His eyes flutter shut and his pounding takes on a wild, uncontrolled pace, slamming the bed into the wall and making her cry out.
"G-God... J-Jane...!" he shouts, voice high and girlish with pleasure.

She stares, her orgasm shoved aside by anger and disgust.

"Fucking... w-what!?" she demands.

His eye snap open, wide with horror.

"W-What what? What are you... what?" he stammers, breathless.

"Did you just f-fucking call me Jane!?"

"What!? No! N-No! What?" he responds lamely, heart pounding from more than just the exertion. He shakes with anxiety.

"Your... your fucking sister is named Jane!" she shouts, working herself out from under him. "What the fuck!?"

He stares at her, then glances at the picture on his nightstand again, a picture from when they went on a trip a while ago together. She's wearing a suit and tie in it, but she makes it look damn good. With her condition, and her rather impressive sums of money, surgery and hormones have been extremely good to her.

"Oh, my god. You were not fantasizing about fucking your sister while you were fucking me, were you!?" she shouts, grabbing for her bra and pulling it on quickly, adjusting her breasts inside with a careful paw.
He rolls off the bed, rising.

"No! No, fuck no! Sorry, I was with this woman who was also named Jane recently and she and you look... very... similar..?" he lies lamely, trembling and fearful of her anger.

She works her shirt on and grabs her underwear and pants, pulls them on fast.

"You... fucking freak, you were! God I mean you're so girly but... that's just wrong!" she shouts. "Don't... don't fucking call me. Or ever talk to me again. Ever!"

With that as he last she storms out of the room, leaving him to sit down on the bed. His face falls into his hands and he takes a shaky breath.
"Son of a bitch," he hisses after a moment, slamming a clenched paw into the bed. "Fucking... fuck!"

He rises and stalks to the bathroom, staring in the mirror. Looking back at him is face that's androgynous. It even leans towards female. No one suspected his sister would be the one to go female, no. They all thought it would be him.

He turns his back on his reflection, gritting his teeth.

"I need a fucking cigarette," he mutters.

Elsewhere in the city, in a largeish warehouse, a woman is dealing with business.

"Do you understand who I am?" she asks, reaching up to adjust her tie as she does so. The crimson material catches the light. Her cold red eyes are locked on a woman in front of her.

"The queen bitch hersssself, Lady Red," the woman answers, voice harsh and angry.

As far as women go, the ever beautiful Lady Red towers over her frumpier, less... put together looking opposite. Lady Red's suit and tie are crisp and clean and cut to her gorgeous figure, whereas this woman is dressed like she started in prostitution a long time ago and no one gave her the memo that schoolgirl only works if you're not chubby and forty years old.
"Yes, quite. And you, little reptile, have made me very unhappy," the tall woman says. The reptilian, looking to be some desert species or something like that, has with her six other men and women. Some of them are visibly armed. It's making Red rather...

Twitchy.
"Sssso what if I have, what are you going to do about it?" the reptile hisses, tongue flicking out on the S.

"You beat one of my girls into a coma in my territory. Surely you realize this isn't some kind of game you're playing here. You're from what... Detroit, correct?"

The reptile seems taken aback by this question.
 
"How... do you know that?"

"You're stupid, slow, weak, and you didn't bother to conceal your motions," she says, examining her claws and drawing a nail file from her pocket. All part of the act, part of the show. "How was Salvador last time you saw him? Surely he's still in charge up that way..."

The reptile's eyes widen as much as they possibly can. Her clawed hand nervously twitches towards the pistol she wears in an under arm holster and in a split second, Lady Red has snapped her own gun from under her jacket, moving with the speed born of hours and hours and hours of practice.

"Draw your gun, you forfeit your life. It's not nice to threaten a woman you're having a nice conversation with," she says, looking up for barely a moment, so quick they don't notice. Her people are in position. "Now, let's talk about how you came to my city and you decided my territory was the one to move in on. I know you've made a name for yourself with the Skulls, I've heard the rumors. My eyes are everywhere. What made you
think I am weak?"

The reptile gulps, looking to her friends. The men grip their assault rifles tighter.

"You show up to this meeting with one man who isn't even armed, and you're asking why you're weak!?" the reptile demands, laughing. "You are just unbelievably arrogant. Just fucking shoot them!"

Shots do ring out, yes, but not from her friends or from her. From the windows of the warehouse, propped open by her people long before this group ever arrived. The behind the reptile fall. The silence is only broken by the sounds of their screaming. Knee and shoulder shots only, she had said.

"Now you see, you had to go and make the mistake of thinking I'm a nice person," Lady Red says softly, drawing back the hammer on her pistol.

"Now, shall we talk nicely now or... are you going to be a foolish girl and make another move?"

"W-What the fuck!?" the reptile shouts, shaking from head to toe. "You fucking shot them!"

Lady Red saunters forward, followed closely by Kalvin. She stops before the woman and presses close, tilts her head down and nestles the gun against her head.

"I could kill you right now, you little bitch. You beat my girl into a coma. You stabbed one of my men moving drugs on my terms. You come here, to my city, you work for the Skulls, you move on my territory with your childish half backed  unplanned actions. No thought, no respect, no stoicism, no preparedness. You think this is fun?" she hisses. "But I won't kill you right now, little bitch. You strike me as the type to carry your friends on your back. So which one of them matters most?"

Red shoves her aside. She makes to draw her gun only to find that the faithful companion of hers has stepped up with his own pistol drawn.

"Aim a gun at my mistress, I will end your life," he says simply.

The tall woman aims her pistol at each one in turn.

"Perhaps you brought a boyfriend, or a girlfriend," she murmurs, watching the reptile's eyes. She passes up and down the line, taking note of a twitch in her left eye every time the gun pauses on a male. "I see. Boyfriend, maybe brother. Am I right? He is a reptile... same scale color as you, that lovely bright green..."

"No! You wouldn't!" the woman shouts, tone pleading. Lady Red gives her a
chilly smile. "You can't! Please, I'll do anything!"

Trigger pull.

The man's head slams back into the ground.

The reptile sags, dropping to her knees.

"D-Dalk..." she whimpers, staring at the fresh corpse. Red grabs her by a fist full of the dull, polished spines she has instead of hair, dragging
her to her feet.

"This is what happens when you hurt innocent people in my territory, do you fucking understand me?" she all but growls. "That girl you beat up had two fucking kids. Couldn't get a job anywhere else. She was MINE! You do not damage my property, especially not when it's the mother of innocents! Tell that to the skulls when you return to them!"

"L-Letting us l-live...?" the reptile gasps.
Red lifts the woman right off her feet, glaring into her eyes.

"You fucked with someone who isn't even natural, you little bitch. You live, your friends... they die."

She turns and pushes the woman down, kicks her in the ass and forces her to sprawl near the nearest living friend. Right as the green scaled woman starts to rise to her hands and knees, a bullet zips past her head and up under the chin of one of the men who was shot in the knee.

Red watches her stare for a few moments then four more shots ring out.

They're so close together, so perfectly spaced that it sounds like a single burst from an automatic weapon. Each round finds a home in the cement floor on the other side of a now badly damaged skull.

With a motion so fast her arm is a blur, she aims the weapon at her knees and blows them out.

The magazine hits the floor and a new one is in before anyone can react.
One voice echoes off the walls, the voice of the woman screaming in agony on the floor.

Two of her men rush in the double doors at the end, emergency backup she doesn't really need.

They stare as she holsters her pistol and closes her suit coat, buttons it tight.

"O'Shannon, Grant, call for Civek. That son of a bitch owes me a favor and I can't kill him until he pays it back," she mutters.

"Ma'am, Civek is a... he's a..." the fox named O'Shannon says with a lilting Irish accent.

"A psychopath, I know. Also, call Noti. He can patch up the woman so she lives long enough to get back to the Skulls," she replies, turning her back on the scene and starting to walk away. "Have Civek cut off their heads and send them in a duffel bag with her. I'm tired of them doing bad things to good people. Come, Kalvin."

He follows her. Her boots click on the floor. She grabs her coat from a hook by the door, a red leather thing that doesn't hide her one bit - but

Lady Red has no interest in hiding. She marches to her car and settles in to the back. Kalvin settles in beside her.

She lets out a shaking breath.

"What the fuck have I become?" she whispers, staring at her trembling hands. The heat in her groin is oppressive. Her hunger, staggering.

"Exactly what you were always meant to be ma'am," Kalvin says, sighing.

"If you weren't keeping natural crime in the city down, you'd never be able to keep the supernatural under control as well."
She raises her hand, looking at the trembling fingers.

"I need it again, Kalvin. I should have fed on one of them but I had to leave her alive," she mutters. "Getting the shakes real bad. Barely made those last shots into her knees."

The car starts up, starts driving.

"We have someone you can feed on at home ma'am. Several in fact," he says, turning to look out the window. "You're distracted. Something more than your monstrous hungers is bothering you."

"I can't stop thinking about Julian, Kalvin. I want to fuck him so hard I ache inside for it. It feels so, so very wrong."

"I can't see any difference between fucking him and fucking any other male. Neither of you can get pregnant. Your genetic code is only technically related to him now, with the changes brought on by being what you are, ma'am..."

"But for fuck's sake," she responds, drawing cigarettes from her pocket.

"He's my brother!"

"Ma'am, he will have to know what he is at some point. He's reaching that age. You can't protect him from this forever," he answers, turning his bright eyes out the window. "Frankly, you'll be doing him a vicious disservice not... taking him under your wing."

She frowns.

"We don't talk about my wings, Kalvin. They're a secret. But... you really think it's not... wrong?"

"You just tortured a woman psychologically, shot her knees out, killed her boyfriend and five friends, and you're shaking with arousal, ma'am," he says. "Wrong is entirely, terribly relative."
She contemplates this for a moment.

"Have I become evil, Kalvin?"

"No, ma'am. You are a bitter, cold hearted monster, but evil you are not."

Another long silence.

"Call Nezta. Send a car to my brother's place. Extend an invitation. Make sure he uses my proper name, we might as well break the truth to him hard and sudden, get it done quick."

His head turns, his eyes flick to meet her crimson gaze. She takes a drag on her cigarette and exhales it into the air that is rapidly growing hazy with the smoke.

"Lady Red, ma'am... or the Red Queen?"

She sighs and then smiles just a little.

"Red Queen. My little brother is the Red King after all."

Kalvin tilts his head.

"Perhaps him being your king is the reason why you and he are so... attracted to each other," he posits. "It is... fate, as it were."
She frowns, drawing her pistol and dropping the magazine, peering at the rounds.

"Fuck. I used the silver pin cored rounds on those assholes... jesus. Order more of those, when we get home, as well," she says, not wanting to talk further on the subject. He opens his mouth to speak, then gives a little nod.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am. Right away."

With that out of the way, he draws his phone and begins to make calls. She watches the city flash by, wondering just how many people even know she exists.

Wondering how many of them have to deal with the things she does.

None she figures.

None save the Queens Black, White, and Green.

But they aren't being force fed sexual attraction to their own brothers, she figures.

Assholes.
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