Cracking her knuckles on the other side of the parking lot, Alice Bakk grinned, “It’s your funeral psycho.”
It had been a fairly normal afternoon for a while, right up until these two gladiators had gone crashing through a wall. It wasn’t clear who exactly had started this fight, but it was quite obvious neither of them were willing to walk away from it either. The two powerhouses continued trading blows, with Alice soon gaining an advantage with her natural gifts. That did little to deter Sharpfury though, and soon a good portion of the parking structure had seen some significant damage.
“I think you may just be my new favorite stress ball,” Alice laughed as she floored him with a heavy haymaker. “You don’t pop and start spilling sand after two minutes.”
Hopping back up on his feet and wiping the blood off his face, Sharpfury glared at her, “Oh trust me, I’m having a fucking blast here too. Though if it’s all the same to you I’d rather finish this up before one of those B.O.Shits show up.”
Alice nodded. “Likewise. Don’t disappoint me then,” she smirked as she charged towards him.
What happened next took place in a matter of seconds. Alice swung hard and heavy at Sharpfury’s head only to gasp as he ducked under the blow and brought his knee straight up into her gut. Staggering back slightly, she was unprepared for both the heavy blow across her face and then a massive jolt of electricity straight into her chest. Alice screamed before falling backwards and hitting the ground with a heavy thud, a small plume of smoke rising from the shock origin.
A customized, high-powered Taser crackled in Sharpfury’s paw. Clutching his aching side, Sharpfury grinned down at the unconscious bovine, “All part of the plan bitch.”
2/5
RIIIIIIP!
Alice’s uniform was torn into long strips as Sharpfury quickly worked to secure his target. Though he was able to rip her clothes with enough effort he was glad to see they were a lot stronger when wound several times over. Sharpfury secured Alice’s ankles, knees, and arms behind her back before finally taking his last strip of her uniform. Making a big knot in the center, he shoved it into her mouth and tightened the gag behind her head.
Standing up and brushing the dust off his fur, he looked around and saw that an assortment of furs were starting to gather. “Show’s over fuckers!” he yelled at the group before reaching into one of his pouches and pulled out a grenade. With a finger in the pin he grinned, “Unless of course any of you dipshits would like to stick around for the after party?”
Sharpfury grinned as the gathered crowd screamed and ran away. Stuffing the explosive back in his pouch, he bent over and grabbed Alice before hefting her over his shoulder. “Goddamn, certainly getting my cardio in today with your heavy, tight ass,” he sneered as he grabbed her rear.
Heading towards the stairs, Sharpfury made his way up to the top level and over to a waiting getaway vehicle. After popping the trunk he crammed Alice inside before checking her bonds one last time. Satisfied that the sleeping bovine wasn’t going to be waking up any time soon, Sharpfury slammed the trunk shut before hopping into the driver’s seat and took off down the road just as the cops started showing up.
From the roof of a building nearby, an unidentified wolf put away a pair of binoculars. Having watched the entire fight from a safe distance, he turned to walk away as he pulled a cell phone out of his jacket.
“Boss, it’s me. It looks like someone was willing to take you up on your offer after all. … Yeah, saw the fight myself. … Understood, heading back now.”
3/5
“Fantastic, absolutely fantastic!” A large, heavyset warthog squealed with glee as he stood up from behind his desk. He was known as Frank “Frankie” Carzone, head of a small group of organized crime on the outskirts of Colmaton, and his day was rapidly getting better as he watched the hulking lion drag in the prize he’d been after on a leash. “One of my boys had been watching your fight, and for all I knew you could have been some other punk looking to one up Alice. Yet here you are, delivering her right to my house.”
“For the amount of money you were offering for her capture you’d better fucking believe I’d deliver the goods,” Sharpfury said with a wide grin on his face as he led Alice right to Frankie’s desk. “You got the money?”
Frankie pulled out a suitcase from his desk and put it on top before popping it open. “Two million, in cash. Care for a cigar? Montecristo No. 2’s, voted best of the year. Can help yourself to one while you tell me why she’s not tearing us apart right now.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Sharpfury grabbed a cigar and lit it up as he pointed to the collar Alice was wearing, “Suppression collar, means she can do jack shit while it’s on. Renders her a normal furson so she can’t even retaliate if I do this.” With that, Sharpfury delivered a smack to her exposed backside that echoed throughout the room. Alice jumped a little and growled while glaring daggers at Sharpfury. The lion just laughed as he snapped the suitcase shut and handed the leash over to Frankie. “I normally don’t give a flying fuck, but what’d she do to piss you off so much that you’d put a bounty on her head?”
Frankie gave the leash a hard tug, forcing Alice down onto her knees. “Bitch is a hotshot lawyer. I’ve been looking to expand into the city, but every time I try and get my hands on any property she’s always grabbing it up and repurposing it for herself. Can’t be reasoned with, so it’s come to this.”
Grabbing the suitcase, Sharpfury started walking towards the door, “Whatever, she’s all yours now.”
“Don’t be a stranger, I just may have some more jobs for you in the future!” Frankie called after him. Returning his attention to Alice, he started unbuckling his pants, “As for you, I’ve got a job you can perform right now.”
Alice just growled at Frankie, conveniently so that he didn’t even hear the subtle straining in the ropes that bound her…
4/5
“Hey Nick, quit messing with your damn tie and get over here man!”
Nick gave an annoyed grunt as he finished the double Windsor knot. “Just because you don’t give a shit about your appearance doesn’t mean I don’t. Image is everything Tim, should give it a try sometime.”
“You see these scales man? Not like there’s a whole lot I can fuckin do with them,” Tim hissed back. “I’ll bet you haven’t even heard the news yet. Bounty hunter just delivered that Alice bitch to the boss.”
Attempting to ignore the ramblings of his partner, Nick couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at his last remark. “Now that is surprising. I figured someone would have eventually taken her out, but didn’t think anyone would have gone after her for the amount Frankie was offering.”
“Hey now, better not let him hear you say that.” Tim and Nick started walking down the hall towards the boss’ study with Tim grinning the entire way. “Caught a good look of her when she was brought in. Think the boss will let me play with her titties a bit when he’s done with her?”
“Oh yeah, he totally will,” Nick grunted as he rolled his eyes.
“Really?!”
“No, you fucking idiot.” Reaching the door to Frankie’s study, Nick himself got a grin on his face as the two of them heard the moans and noises in the room. “And here I was thinking she was supposed to be some hotshot bitch, but just listen to those girlish squeals.”
“No… please don’t… anything but that!”
The mocking looks on their faces dropped immediately and Tim gulped, “If that was her squealing, then why did that sound like the boss?” Eyes going wide, Tim took a few steps back before charging and smashing through the wooden doors, tripping over his feet when he saw the scene in the study.
A still very nude Alice Bakk was holding Frankie up in the air with one arm. The boss looked pretty worse for the wear as the bovine had apparently been using him as her own personal punching bag. Furniture was smashed, deep holes were in the walls and floors, chairs had been cracked in half, and there were various other indicators of a severely one-sided fight. Seeing the two quivering henchmen staring dumbstruck at her, Alice smirked and tightened a fist.
“Oh fuck this I’m outta here!” Nick yelled as he did an immediate one-eighty and started to run from the room with Tim closely scrambling behind him. Neither of the unfortunate flunkies was prepared for the heavy weight of their boss slamming into their backs. The impact knocked them clear off their feet, sending them flying into the walls and knocking the trio out cold.
Smiling and brushing her hands off, Alice made her way over to a large bookcase and shoved it over on its side. Using the combination she’d beaten out of Frankie, Alice opened up the safe that was hidden in the wall. Now grinning widely she grabbed the contents, quite satisfied with how the evening turned out. There was just one final item of business to complete.
5/5
Sharpfury continued puffing on his cigar while his eye kept darting towards the entrances to the alleyway he was in. He wasn’t too fond of daytime meetings and tried to keep to the shadows as much as possible. He’d made quite a reputation for himself, something he was quite proud of in fact, but that also meant that every hotshot hero worth their salt wouldn’t hesitate to try and bring him down given the chance. Sharpfury gave an annoyed grunt as he checked his watch for the fifth time, and was about to leave when a large shadow passed by overhead.
Stopping shortly past him, the shadow got smaller as the figure got closer before the source landed a few feet away from Sharpfury. Its owner was none other than Alice Bakk, once again in her see-through costume. She met Sharpfury’s gaze with an unreadable one of her own, watching him as he took another drag from his cigar. Cracking her neck, she suddenly grinned widely, “The plan worked perfectly.”
“Of course it did,” Sharpfury smirked. “I’m amazed that fat piece of shit even managed to build up the status he did in the first place. Gotta admit, I was skeptical when you proposed this deal, but it was a fucking blast so no complaints.”
“Speaking of which,” Alice said as she pulled an envelope from her cleavage, “here’s your cut.”
Sharpfury took a quick peak inside, smiling at the wad of cash it contained, before stuffing it in one of the pockets on his pants. Finishing off the cigar, he tossed it to the side before asking, “So what’d Frankie have that was so fucking important you were willing to be thrown to him bound and gagged?”
“Property deeds,” she stated mater-of-fact. “He was looking to expand into some areas I’d rather him not. Since he didn’t acquire those deeds legally he’s got no case against me to get them back, assuming he ever has the balls to face me again.”
“Guaranteeing you’ll reap incredible profits when the zoning commission starts acquiring those plots for the city council’s urban renewal project.” Alice stared dumbstruck at Sharpfury’s casual observation before he smirked, “I enjoy bashing the brains out of some shit head like any other sociopath, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have any myself. I did my own homework, but I don’t fucking care either. I’ve already been paid and had a good time so that’s your goddamn shit to deal with now.”
“So there are indeed some brains behind that brawn after all,” Alice quipped slyly before extending her hand. “I think we’re done here then. Next time we fight I won’t be holding back.”
“Likewise bitch,” Sharpfury chuckled before shaking her hand. “Looking forward to it.”
THE END
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