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Not All Heroes Like String
A Wild Assault Prologue Novel
Warning: Extreme content.
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Wild Assault is a registered trademark of Combat Cat Studio and is now available for PC on Steam! Play as one of ten superior* bestial soldiers as they beat the ever-loving snot out of each other, and anyone in their way, in 20 Vs. 20 Raid, and Conquest. Unlock new weapons and attachments by giving your enemy a hug** with fabulous weapons like the Home Defender shotgun; guaranteed to not protect your home or your money back, and the SMG5.
1* Soldiers may not be superior. All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.
2* Hugs may involve lethal amounts of shrapnel; hugger discretion is advised.
It was the year Anno Domini 1991, the Year of Our Lord, tensions have been rising between the Eurasian Federation, Canadian Empire, and the South-East Asian Republic for decades over key, unincorporated territories. Talks of roving mercenaries, only answerable to money, prowling throughout Africa and South America have reached the poignant ears of many regular citizens. It seemed that war was coming; war was inevitable, and that none could stop the machinations from those wishing to turn the hands of the future.
At least, until Operation Desert Storm turned the tide.
Somewhere in Patagonia, Argentina.
July 3rd, 10:00
\t``Erwin smells them, they are not far.'' The cat murmured to the much beefier tiger right next to her, as they prowled through the tall grass, the rainforests nearby creeping into view with every motion. It was only a moment before they bumped into some sort of mound; irregularly sticking out like a sore thumb, the two of them circling around to find the entrance. ``Erwin says they are definitely inside!''
``This certainly is not a natural cave formation; it was likely made to be a smuggler rendezvous, so that checks out.'' The tiger peered deeply into the dimly lit depths of the earth, his keen eyes not making out anything unusual, the dug-out going much deeper than he could perceive. Before he could even stop to analyze further, the cat had already dashed past the threshold, his arm pointlessly reaching out to stop the nimble kitty, well outside his reach.
He wondered if it was wise to go in after her, but the sound of something clicking, tripping, smashing, and meowing, certainly deterred any interest. But he could not very well leave his partner in some hostile, hostage, situation; one she was very prone to always be on every mission. So, reluctantly, he entered the abyss...
\tUnfortunately, it did not take long to realize it was staring back at him; Erwin's pleading eyes glowing in the darkness, her body entrapped by wires, such that even a yoga master would be perplexed by how such could be possible. Certainly, not even Shiva could be this into bondage; her tail flailing around before her tongue started waggling.
``Erwin requires a little help here!?''
``Have you ever noticed how this always seems to happen?''
The tiger grunted, as he pulled out his machete, and got to work. ``Nyaa...?!'' Erwin falling to the floor, unceremoniously, butt raised to the sky, ceiling, rather.
``Regardless of the fact, there does not seem to be anyone here now... ``The tiger breathed deeply. ``Though they were here; very recently.''
``Erwin thinks they left something important behind.'' Erwin sniffed around, too, acting more like a bloodhound than a cat. ``Nyaa...?!'' Before she started acting all woozy, and wobbly.
``Oh, no, do not tell me they left behind...''
``Oh, they left the good stuff, nyaa~''
The tiger refrained from getting closer, for what Erwin had encountered was none other than Rapture, a processed, very potent dopamine, and norepinephrine, re-uptake inhibitor that was far more dangerous to felids than other animals, and had great combat potential, great potential for misuse.
``Pardon the intrusion, but we are getting out of here; pronto!'' With a powerful clothesline, the tiger pulled the cat back and dropped something as he rushed out with the added baggage, the entire mound collapsing onto itself as it imploded seconds later.
``Nyaa~ If you wanted a peek, you should have just asked Erwin; naughty boy~''
Erwin gestured, playfully, her skirt ruffled upwards around her waist as she lay against the ground where the tiger threw her down.
``Get it together, Erwin, we have a job to do.'' He extends his retractable claws. ``Besides, I can `have a peek' at any time.'' And then retracts them, as if to prove a point.
``Nyaa, party pooper~'' She hiked her skirt back up and rose to her feet; dusting herself off lightly in the process and stood at attention. ``Where to nyow?
``The trail has pretty much gone cold, so all we can do is look for another lead. ``He points over the hills, to the west, towards the temperate rainforest looming over the coast. ``That would be the obvious place to hide, at the very least.''
``Okay then, Captain Obvious, lead on; says Erwin~''
Ignoring Erwin's snappy, sarcastic, salute, the tiger began his trek west, towards the rainforests looming overhead and to answer that may not even exist.
\t``Erwin thinks this place is almost magical, nyaa.'' The cat murmured, as she sniffed the refreshing air constantly. Indeed, it was hard not to, with the mist that hung in the air, at ground level, the ocean's current carrying dew up the mountains which then hung in the air, unable to evaporate.
``Magical places tend to attract the most unwise of people.''
``Erwin wonders what that is supposed to mean, nyaa?!''
Erwin playfully punched him in the arm, not that the cat was able to actually hurt his well-muscled arms to begin with.
``It means that our quarry is nearby, stay alert.''
The cat saluted, snappily, and kept her nose to the ground; figuratively speaking, and eyes in the places the tiger was not looking, as they searched the rainforest together: inspecting every tree, shrub, and nest as they went.
\t``Erwin wants to stay here forever, nyaa, it is so nice!'' Erwin stopped, and started rolling along the forest floor, butterflies languidly fluttering above as rays pierced the canopy. She had to admit, though, the humidity made it rather suffocating this low to the ground and it made her sticky!
``Keep your eyes peeled; danger could be anywhere in this forest.''
``Oh, silly, Erwin does not detect danger... Nyaa?!''
As if on command, vines rise from the ground and lift Erwin up into another ridiculous pose; her rolling having triggered yet another waylayers' trap, her head dangling precariously to the side, legs splayed.
``What did I just tell you, Erwin...''
The tiger groaned, growled, rather, as he facepalmed; tired of the shit he had to endure for the cause, tired of her bondage shenanigans.
``Come on, help Erwin out!'' Her legs were so splayed apart that it was a wonder if they would not just pull apart, like an overcooked drumstick. Thankfully, the tiger was standing on her head side, and not the ether end; lest he be forced to hear another quip.
``Will you stop being so lackadaisical, and actually help me out?''
``Erwin thinks...''
The tiger began to walk away.
``Norman!''
Before freezing mid-step.
``Yes...?''
``Erwin pleads; get me out of here, Norman!''
``And what will you do if I cut you loose?''
``Er... Erwin will do whatever Norman wants!''
``Acceptable.''
With all the agility a tiger is known for, Norman leapt between tree trunks and slashed Erwin's restraints to ribbons; the cat unceremoniously not landing on their feet, again.
``Safe ground, safe for Erwin, at last, nyaa~'' Erwin murmured, as she kissed the grass beneath her, before rising to her feet. ``Well, come on, Erwin does not have all day!'' And immediately starts running off in the direction Norman was headed; a care, nor thought, passing through her unfortunate mind, as another trap went off; Norman left with naught but a sinking feeling that this was going to be a long mission.
\tIt was only a matter of time, however, before Erwin's nose caught something; her equally careful steps leading them to the naturally destroyed, fossilized, trunk of a massive tree.
``Yes, this would make for a rather nice landmark...'' Norman murmured, quietly, as he put his hand on the trunk, gauging its thickness in the process. ``But I do not sense anything out of the ordinary here.''
``Erwin's hair is standing on end; very much so!'' It was not theatrics, Erwin's hair really was standing up, as if an electric current had passed through it. There was, however, no easy entrance to the tree itself; the only opening being the very top, well outside any easy reach. But while Norman stopped, Erwin kept circling the trunk; she was sure of something, at least.
``Erwin says Norman should come here.''
``What have we here...'' Norman noticed it immediately, once it came into view: a very well-kept rope, leading up to the top of the trunk and, seemingly, over it, and far too conspicuous to be anything but intentional. He tugged on the rope, to make sure it was both sturdy, nor a frap or alarm, and nodded to himself. ``Right, I will be going in alone from here.''
``Erwin says...!''
``Erwin should wait here: I am going in alone from here on out. If I do not return in five minutes mark this location and call for back-up.''
Erin just stamped her feet, clearly tired of being the back-up of the back-up, before nodding, curtly. She was, after all, a lady; or trying to be one.
``Good; well, then see you later.'' He saluted and began shimmying up the trunk, then disappeared over the edge, leaving the cat on duty behind.
\tThe inside of the tree was almost painfully claustrophobic; narrow tunnels winding this way and that, leaving Norman with very little in the way of cover if someone saw him coming.
``Good.''
But he was not afraid, nor concerned, for he was in his element down here; woe betide his foes, as he padded down the narrow tunnel, using his nose to orient himself at crossroads and kept his gaze fixed in front. With his blood pressure rising, and his heart rate increasing, it was a wonder, then, that nobody heard him coming...
\t``Erwin wonders, what is taking him so long, nyaa?'' Erwin tapped her foot, restlessly, before pacing once more, unable to sit still, before quietly ducking behind another tree trunk; hair standing on end once more.
``That was quite the big haul.''
``How are we even going to get all this Rapture back to the main hideout, anyhow?''
``We will just need to make multiple trips; even the dealer knows we cannot possibly move that much in such a short time, what with how few of us are available and lack of machinery.''
``True that; at least he is willing to hold the shipment until we can ferry it all away.''
Six men appeared out of nowhere; the mist hiding them incredibly well, and with them they brought multiple canisters; big, industrial ones, that raised Erwin's wiles.
``Oh, this was bad; they were blocking Norman's exit!''
Erwin thought to herself, as she peeked around the edge and listened to their conversation.
``Hey there, cutie, you come by often?''
Erwin jumped, every hair on her tail standing up as she flipped around, back to the trunk, only to find a Doberman staring directly at her; a grin plastered to his snout. Before she could even foment a response, let alone open her mouth, her hair stood up on end once more as a hand rubbed her buttocks.
``Quite the cute kitty, indeed.''
``Nyaa?!'' She jumped around towards the other attacker, only for something to wrap itself around her tail.
``I think I could get used to this fanning over me, in bed.''
``Pff, you like it like that, huh?''
Correction, nine gangsters! Unfortunately, all of Erwin's exits were blocked off! The tree, itself, only served to barricade her in.
``So, how about it, little pussy?''
``Er...'' Erwin's mind exploded. ``Erwin cannot take anymore!'' As she broke the canisters attached to her thigh; snapping them with a single, glass shattering, death grip; a strange liquid vaporizing instantaneously into a strange, mesmerizing purple vapor, which Erwin inhaled deeply of.
Before immediately grabbing the Doberman across from her, and suplexing him into the ground! Even as he sank into the soft earth, Erwin was already up and at the the next gangster, their minds unable to comprehend her speed and power, as she threw him over her shoulder; turning around while he was still in mid-air and clotheslining both him and his associate behind, into another world.
``Who else wants a piece of Erwin?!''
Of course, they all wanted a piece of Erwin; that much was certain, regardless of wisdom.
\t``What a hassle...'' Norman grumbled, as he climbed back down the tree trunk, having already complete his mission, only t obe greeted by the most bizzare of sights.
``Yeah, how is that?! You said you liked it like that!'' Erwin was sitting on a Doberman's snout, both grinding her whole body into his breathing apparatus but, also, suffoicating him, slowly. ``You like riding the Erwin Express, don't you? Well, come on, use that mouth for something useful, for once, before you lose it!''
A hand resting itself upon her shoulder caused her gyrating hips pause.
``Enough, Erwin, you are suffocating him. Now, get off and help me handcuff these delinquents so we can report this to Interpol.''
``Hmph...'' Erwin let out of the most disgruntled noise she had ever made, and slowly rose from the tear-stricken Doberman; a sharp rush of air audible, and began doing what Norman instructed, after he had flashed his claws, that is.
``Oh, and put your clothes back on, sheesh.''
\tAfter much tedium, and many handcuffs later, all nine gangsters were bound, and round, up, the canisters they were carrying sitting nearby.
``Erwin wonders what took you so long.''
``Well, it was not because I met any opposition; of the you can be assured of.'' He just sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. ``The place was built like a maze, but there were some useful documents inside, such as the ship manifest and various other recorded data. Unfortunately, there was nothing pointing as to what other, if any, sources they had.''
``Erwin is concerned that it was all worthless, nyaa.''
``Well, we can at least stop the current shipment or, rather, Interpol can, and that will just have to be enough.''
Erwin let out a rather disappointed sigh, making Norman wonder if what she really wanted was for him not to have interrupted her fun time.
``Erwin supposes it cannot be helped.''
Erwin rummages aroudn in mher small nyaaspack and fishes out a brick fo a cell phone; casually tossinfg it to the tiger as if it weighed nothing. Thankfully, it did not run on cell service, but, rather, was fed by a special satellite relay. With it, they called in their back-up, and, once all was said and done, took a helicopter back to their base of operations in the Mojave Desert.
To be continued, nyaa~
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