Elite Spades Invasion: Typhe
By: Monica Vix

The only thing in front of the golden dog's eyes was nothing but blinding silver and gold glitter. Typhe was whirled through the fast-travel system of the boss key, landing herself barely an inch away from running face first into the door! She barely avoided hitting her head on it. Her baby blue eyes took a moment to focus, looking at the insurmountable door before her. The low burning lust from her encounter with Carnation ran high, boiling her blood. The canine wanted nothing but to make her jackalope mistress proud! Even if that vampiric jackalope wouldn't be able to watch the pretty pup fight for her, Typhe wanted to do her best just to please the one who claimed her.

Two golden paws were placed on the large, perfectly polished brass handle. For a moment, Typhe couldn't even tell if the door was a pull or push. Both directions had too much resistance to even know! After a moment, she just shoved all of her body weight into the door. Breasts held by the simple boob-belt jiggled and bounced as the golden retriever's body slammed directly into the door, shoving it open. Hell, Typhe even moaned as she made contact! A little masochist of a pup.

The short stack bimbo dog was thrust into a room that looked like a relaxed library. There were high ranking Spade officers roaming around. Actually, there were more just sitting and reading books than walking, none of them aware of Typhe bursting in like a gay firework. One cute squid boy looked up from a manga then swiftly looked back to it. Typhe didn't attract any attention! Even with her bimbo brain barely functioning half the time, she was able to deduce that this was because of her uniform. The brainwashing effects of Carnation's wondrous starting item did nothing to change how she looked to other Spade members, simply making her look like a traitor while killing them.

A giggle rolled off the golden furred lips of the dog. She could work with this. Typhe sauntered in as if nothing was wrong, slowly walking through row upon row of books and people. Her pretty baby blue eyes were closed, a cocky and confident smile drawn right on her face. That was until she was suddenly stopped by an invisible barrier at the doorway!

Huffing, groaning, and generally making a scene, the golden retriever was stuck. She couldn't proceed further and actually fight like she was told to! "What the fuck??" Typhe spat out. She was shushed from behind, a shorter and stackier frog girl giving her a nasty look. "Hey, shush, leave me alone, I'm trying to figure something out!" The dog angrily whispered back. That nasty glare continued from those big yellow eyes, getting the pup more and more upset. Not only did that stupid frog have more breast and thighs than her, but that slimy shit was staring at her like an asshole!

With a shake of her head, Typhe went into action. Her golden furred body darted to the frog and tackled her down, pinning her to the carpeted ground with tits touching! Strong fingers wrapped around the thin neck of the amphibian, forcing her to barely let out a single croak. Typhe reveled in the ability to kill her own coworkers without any repercussions due to that sexy lapine and her starting item. Strong hands continued to grasp and squeeze around the fragile frog throat, choking out the idiot who liked the peace and quiet of the library. What an moron! It was as if the frog didn't know a library was one of the best places to throw down and fight.

The moment Typhe noticed her prey reaching for a book, she had to act quick! One hand moved from the neck to the cheek of the frog. With her now held in this position, the canine would quickly snap the neck of the slimy little amphibian. There was barely even a groan as the frog fell silently to the ground. A book grasped in her hand fell and made a slight thud next to the fluffy canine. Typhe was far too pleased with herself for ending the little bitch of a frog. She even stole a grope of those larger breasts, huffing in frustration at their size.

Then, she realized something. The game probably thought she was a player after Carnation did the mind-fucky thing with her! So, with typical video game rules, clearing all the enemies to proceed might apply here. That's what's stopping the stupid dog from proceeding on and being horny by killing the main boss of the game! Killing that stupid looking frog both served to let out frustration and give Typhe the answer on what to do. Kill them all! 

The blue eyes of the dog peered over the bookcase. A soft giggle was barely stifled as she looked across the room. Typhe could see at least ten high ranking officers, two of which had little alert buttons that would sound? some form of alarm. Actually, one of the two top tier officers looked a lot like Typhe! A short stack golden doggy. She was lounging around, painting her toe claws while on a couch.

Instead of going towards her lookalike like she wanted, Typhe was spotted! The squid boy from earlier, with pale blue scales covering his body, was looking right at her. The golden retriever and the floppy frog on the ground were sitting in plain sight! Even with slight angle in the frog's neck was visible from where he stood. For a moment, silence filled the air between the two of them. A cough in the library broke the silence.

"Oh, uh? h-hi!" Typhe whispered to the squid. "She's called me a bitch and I just kinda? had to? Please don't report me?" She was trying to fake her way through this awkward interaction. "I-I'm new here, sorry, please don't fire me?" The golden retriever played up the crocodile tears, trying to get sympathy from the squid before he even said anything.

One of the eyebrows of the superior officer looked curiously at Typhe. "Why are you here? This is the break room. Shouldn't you be out on the ground floor greeting the new players, grunt?"

"I-I, uh? g-got? lost?" Typhe struggled to even fake a decent reason. She just unsheathed her knife and threw it at the squid just to distract him! She would then run in close and repeat the choking and neck snapping that she did to the frog. It was a pretty effective way to get out of talking with people!

Now without the squid in the way, just a floppy boy on the floor, Typhe would set her sights on the other golden retriever. As soon as she peaked, she saw the other canine lazing there on the couch still. She brushed her fur down and calmed herself, picking herself up to go approach the dog just as pretty as her. Typhe would saunter over and drop herself next to the pretty golden retriever, draping one of her arms over the shoulders of the much MUCH higher ranking canine.

"Hey there, nice to see you! I'm Typhe, nice to meet you. You're, like, so fucking cute~" Typhe opened with a compliment. "So, I'm like, totally new here? Can I ask you a few questions?"

Violent violet eyes were turned to Typhe. "Hi, I'm Darla. First-" She spoke with such a firm and demanding voice, as if she was the boss of the damn world! "Your arm? Not around my shoulders. My arm? Around your shoulders. So move it so I can use you as an arm rest, grunt pup." Darla growled out. She was firmly planting herself as the superior of the situation, overpowering and overwhelming Typhe into submission.

Typhe grunted as she removed her arm from the more powerful top dog. The two of them looked like twins they were so similar! A difference in eye color and Darla's painted nails were the only way to tell the two apart, other than the different patches on each arm. There tits were even about the same size!

"Good girl." Darla complimented. Her arm was draped over Typhe's shoulder, dragging the sister from a different mister closer to her. "What you wanna ask, pup?" She spoke as if she was an entire foot taller than Typhe, despite being barely half an inch taller.

The ever so slightly smaller dog couldn't help but to wag her tail upon being called a good girl! "S-so, uh, what's that key-card thingie you're carrying? Is that, like, free access to the vending machine?" The bimbo dog attempted to rely on her vapid sounding voice to get information. Her free arm slipped around Darla's back, hugging her so the pair were hip to hip.

"Oh, this? It's something I got for being one of the game dev's daughter~" Darla giggled, flaunting her position from nepotism. "It's not fair, like, at all, but it's so fun! Pressing it gives me a pretty big weapon that does the aiming for me. It's like a big shotgun thingie. No recoil and seriously light, so I don't have to break a nail. Or someone else's bones." Her voice had such a sadistic edge to it. "Well? I'll still break them, just not with my hands."

Typhe struggled to think for a moment. That was just? such a boon of power for her to steal right now? So why wasn't she actively grabbing for it and ripping it off of her sadistic doppleganger's neck? Instead, the golden retriever with her mind still partially possessed by the lustful jackalope dove head first for a kiss! Her lips embraced Darla's forcing a smooch with the pretty puppy. To the untrained eye, this could look like a scene straight out of an identical twin incest porno. 

Darla accepted the kiss, surprisingly enough. The rich girl canine held the ever so slightly smaller Typhe close to her, leaning into the kiss and letting out a lustful groan. Each of them were playing mind chess trying to one up each other, each knowing something was going on, but neither of them even knew how to play chess. Tongues flipped against each other, licking and lusting at the other saliva slicked appendage in the air between their maws.

The tension of erotic pleasure was shattered by a pale yellow rabbit shushing the pair. Pink hair down their face hid one of their fiery yellow eyes. Darla and Typhe broke away from their kiss, each casting a glance towards the lapine. In the slight lull, the bunny loving puppy slipped her hand to the rich girl's neck, stealing the weapon summoning device with a quick swipe. She was caught, however, the higher ranking officer staring right into Typhe's eyes. There wasn't any anger in her expression. Not even disappointment!

"So?" Darla began to whisper, "What're you planning? Going for revenge, just trying it out, or?? Are you actually a player?" Her voice was calm and collected. The golden canine kept her body close to the other, embracing Typhe as if they were lovers. Of course, one of Darla's free paws was feeling the sides of her canine friend, trying to find a gun or a knife on her.

The mind controlled bun let out a soft laugh. "Well? I was told to? Mind control stuff, I think? But, uh? thinking is hard. Especially when I'm not thinking about what I was told to do!" Typhe tried to whisper, but was a little overzealous. She got shushed again by the yellow bunny. The doggy didn't care one bit. "But, like, I am gonna fight here for a bit. Want me to make it easy on you and do it now? So you, like, don't get hurt too bad?" She tried to be courteous, especially since Darla was letting her get away with it.

"Yea, sure." Darla agreed. Her hand grasped the knife of her cuddly puppy friend and drew it out of its sheath without Typhe noticing. "But kill that bunny first? She's pissing me off and I want to see her filled with bullets." The rich girl spoke in such a violent tone. Her body slipped away from her friend, allowing the mind controlled dog enough room to activate and use the weapon.

With a shrug, Typhe silently agreed. Her blue eyes were cast down to the little ID card sized device with the big glowing button on it. One claw pressed into the pale pink button. Instantly, as if it was a glitch in the Matrix that changed code before their very eyes, Typhe was now holding a large shotgun! It filled both of her hands and was longer than her entire leg. The narrow barrel of the shotgun holstered a glinting blade all along its bottom edge, looking like a long talon.

All eyes were fixated on Typhe. She couldn't stop herself from laughing maniacally! Standing in her heels, holding the powerful shotgun with 'J4CK41' inscribed on the side, the golden retriever felt unstoppable. Acting as if she had plot armor, Typhe aimed towards the rabbit right in front of her. The trigger pulled and buckshot went flying around the bunny's head, whizzing past and hitting nothing. The unstoppable, unquenchable energy that Typhe started with has completely dissipated.

"Oh, yea." Darla snickered and laughed behind Typhe. "It also stops friendly fire. Just less aiming for me, so? sorry, sweetheart." The gold furred rich dog laughed and rolled her eyes. She pulled herself off of the couch and got within smelling distance of the dog wielding her gun, brandishing Typhe's knife in her hand.

In an instant retaliation, the lustful pup holding the shotgun whirled around and used the blade to decapitate the original weapon holder! Darla fell to the ground harmlessly and headless. Her pretty violet eyes stared at Typhe for a moment before rolling back in death's embrace.

"That's not gonna stop me!" Typhe screamed out! She spoke as if everyone heard what Darla said to her. Golden paws pulled the pump of the shotgun back, blue eyes searched for the other high ranking officer. "Come on, come get some! I'm not through with just one of you!" The last golden retriever standing challenged all the others in the break room. Having the bullets not work from a distance didn't stop her spirit.

The yellow bunny that Typhe originally shot at was recovering from the flash of fear. She drew out a pistol and attempted to take a shot at the golden retriever, just to find her way too close to actually hit! One shot veered off and embedded itself in the boss door, another splintered off of a metal beam and killed an ally with shrapnel. The buttermilk colored head was blown clean off its shoulders! The pink hair exploded out like a cheerleader's pom pom being torn to shreds from the brutal buckshot finisher. Typhe stood with the barrel of the shotgun barely half a foot from where the bunny's head once was.

With three dead, the dog was lusting for this battle! Her feet began to carry her without thought, moving towards a grey horse boy who held a large hammer. Typhe dodged his initial strike and stabbed his ribcage. In a fluid motion she chambered a shell and blew out his internal organs in a spray of blood! A critical hit!

Typhe proceeded to wipe the floor with each and every opponent in the cutesy little break room library. Most of them weren't armed, mainly due to the chill and relaxed nature of this little hidey-hole from the rest of the chaotic game. Using the gun itself, the blade on the end, and even stealing normal pistols and rifles! Typhe made use of everything! She mowed down her foes one by one, whether she had to use her bare hands or not. Even after the initial hiccup, there was no stopping the momentum of the gay dumbass after she got going, getting a flow like a waterfall running in every motion of her weapons.

Sure, a few blows were traded, but it wasn't like a knife would to the ear would stop her. Even with blood running down her face, Typhe managed to fight like there was no tomorrow! After blowing the crotch off of the polar bear milf who stabbed her, the golden retriever threw the empty J4CK41 as if it was as spear towards a German-shepherd girl! The toned stomach of her target took the blade. Normally, that would stop most people. This high ranking commander, however, took it and continued to fight.

Unlike Darla, Typhe didn't get the drop on this powerhouse of a woman. The much taller German-shepherd pressed the button of her own device, making a large red rifle appear in her hands. Typhe would instinctively take cover behind a bookshelf, landing on the gutted horse boy from earlier. Bang! Bang! A pair of bullets flew through the air, carving out baseball sized holes in the bookshelf. One tore off the top half of Typhe's already damaged ear!

Groaning, the undeterred dog grabbed the large hammer from her horse pillow. Typhe raised it and braced herself on it, pulling herself up to her feet. Upon seeing this, the German-shepherd girl would fire again! Two baseball sized projectiles came hurdling towards Typhe in an instant.

Taking a swing with the hammer seemed like a stupid idea. Regardless, Typhe swung the bat. As she ducked out of the way, the head of the hammer connected with the fast moving projectile, sending one of the two baseball like bullets flying back! The other missed completely, leaving a large dent in the concrete wall behind the canine.

The struck baseball embedded itself in the head of the hammer for a fraction of a second. With all the might Typhe had, she managed to send it back where it came from! It struck the taller canine in the stomach, hitting Darla's signature weapon and slamming it in deeper like a hammer hitting a nail. The German-shepherd fell just a moment after.

Typhe reveled in her victory. Just for a moment. Then, her eyes gazed towards the only Pokemon of the group. A thin beanpole of an Absol, standing on the sidelines and watching. She had nothing but a pair of knives and fear. Golden furred hands dropped the weapon. Typhe approached with a menacing glare in her blue eyes. The blood staining her pretty fur was doing wonders for the terrifying aspect of her approach to the Absol! She was practically pissing herself!

Hands ensnared the Absol's neck, squeezing tightly. Typhe even lifted her off the ground, watching those high heeled boots kick for freedom! Then she snapped the neck of the pitiful Pokemon who could barely fight back.

The moment the last one fell, there was a victorious sound. Typhe's hands holding onto the chin and neck of the Absol softened, letting the snapped girl fall helplessly to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The golden retriever's attention was then set on the door. She had to prepare if she wanted any chance in winning for Carnation's sake, doing what her mistress and mindfucker wanted of her. Even without the jackalope there looming over her and instructing her, Typhe could almost smell the control and sensation of the lovely gothic rabbit over her at all times. 

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Well, she wouldn't be wrong! In the waiting room to respawn and have a second chance at the game, Carnation sat idly. She shook her head with the long locks of black hair draping over her face. The jackalope took a long, drawn out sip of the complimentary sweet tea the little respawn resort had on tap.

"Hey, bitch," A calico spoke to Carnation from behind. "Your dog still kicking? Kinda surprised she got this far without you giving orders." One of the ones that Carnation fought was still clearly bitter.

Rolling her eyes with a groan, the vampiric bunny laid back on the couch. "Yes she is. And after she gutted you and your twin, I'm not surprised." Carnation spoke with an air of importance. "And what do you care? Are you going to try to get her number, too, just so she can kick your ass again? Maybe I'll ask her to do it and she'll obey, even without those glasses."

The calico huffed and walked away. Carnation went back to watching her little champion on one of the screens. None of the other players currently running the gauntlet of the game caught her eye. Carnation instead caught herself smiling at Typhe. That golden retriever followed that single command to fight the final boss and win for her, even without knowing that the jackalope was relaxing in a heaven of cozy cushions away from that brutal game. Whether it was just the stupid rules of the game or just how Typhe was, it enticed the jackalope.

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Typhe began the looting process, one of the most fun parts about playing the game! Her bloodied hands groped and felt over the German-shepherd dead on the ground, not even bothering to retrieve the empty, melee-focused shotgun. That J4CK41 was left as a grave marker more than anything, just to humiliate her. The baseball rifle, however, was picked up and admired. It felt about the same weight as Darla's signature weapon. "Flying Mk. V" was engraved on the side of its red body on a trapezoid of white plastic.

The canine grabbed a few loose knives from the other corpses from the ruined break room. Stepping over destroyed bookshelves, disembodied heads, and corpses that were halfway reduced to atoms, Typhe managed to snag five knives and the sheathes for each one! They were all put along her body, giving her a layered armor of knife bandolier and holsters.

Laughing to herself, satisfied with her claim, Typhe would continue on. She didn't need much more. This looked simple enough! Just a rifle that fired a pair of baseballs as if they were bullets. How hard could it be to use? Aiming might be difficult, due to the iron sights looking like some guitar strings barely held in place, but it would be hard to miss with a baseball. And even then, he had knives as a back up.

This was the final approach. Sure footsteps led Typhe up to the large door, bigger than four of her sitting on each other's shoulders! Two hands grappled the large handle, dragging one of the double doors open. The loud and low creaking of the door rumbled through the entire building, as if this place was completely untouched. It was like a crypt, another world entirely. The only light that flooded in the doorway was the florescent bulbs of the library.

Typhe took two steps in. Two steps into the void without any response. It was like she wasn't playing in a rogue-like anymore and was plunged into a horror game. A golden furred finger was trembling on the trigger of the Flying Mk. V. She was scared for what lurked in the corners of the game's final room.

Then, it startled her. Bright lights flooded the room from the floor trim, a foreboding red illuminated the room. The blue eyes of the canine were unable to spot anything in the newly lit room, even as she frantically looked around for signs of just? anything! Fear continued to set in, continued to build and grow like an exponentially growing algae in a sea of dead fish. There wasn't any person or mechanical structure or anything at all.

The door behind her was sealed shut, as if it would never open again. This would be her tomb. Or where she would triumph over death itself. The second option seemed less and less likely. Slowly walking around, rifle clenched like it was the only lifeline she would ever have, Typhe grew more and more anxious by the second. Things didn't feel right. Each step was shaky and unsure.

It wasn't until the golden retriever wandered into the center of the arena that something happened. There was a loud sound from above, almost like a piercing squeak of metal on metal. Typhe craned her head up to see, just to stare down an anvil as it fell on top of her! Just barely able to react, the canine attempted to jump out of the way, just to get her legs crushed under the literal ton of solid steel.

A low, grim laughter came from above, where the anvil fell. Typhe looked further, straining her eyes to see a feline standing on top of a network of catwalks! The black cat figure all the way up there kept laughing at the injured golden retriever. The outfit on the kitty was surprisingly visible, being a blinding white as opposed to the typical black of the Spades uniform.

"Unlucky, aren't you? Just to get this far and fail? Right at the end?" The feline continued to laugh. "Well, nice to meet you! I'm Kaya, the final boss of the week." Kaya spoke with a surprising amount of energy. She jumped from the catwalk and fell down about thirty or so feet, landing on high heeled boots just about a foot away from the injured Typhe. "Do you want me to monologue or do you want me to kill you now? Up to you! I get paid regardless."

The golden retriever screamed in pain as a response. Her legs were crushed under the anvil, barely able to keep her cool with that sort of pain shooting through her system. Typhe pulled the trigger of the Flying Mk. V by accident, sending two baseball like projectiles into the chest and head of the final boss! To anyone else, those shots would've killed them instantly, even if they were separate. However, Kaya continued to stand tall. The bloodied holes began to regenerate, even patching up the torn boob belt that Typhe destroyed.

"I'll take that as a cry for death. So, I'll see you later, maybe! If you can get this far again." Kaya giggled. "Oh, and in case you're wondering, it's a three phase sort of thing. If you do that again, the floor will be covered in lasers! So if you don't want to be a diced doggy, be a nice doggy." Her dominating and lighthearted tone was surprising to say the least. The cat strummed her fingers through the air, claws extending, slashing away at invisible strings.

Typhe could barely groan and make the effort to move herself out of the way, even if she could. Her blue eyes were closed as a second anvil landed right on top of her face, instantly snapping her out of this hellish game. Her body went still, what remained of it anyways. The gun fell to the side and all the knives were completely useless to her.

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The canine woke up on the ground of the respawn lounge's entrance. She sat up in a huff, groaning as she held her head. Typhe still experienced a residual headache from how her run was ended. Dragging herself off of the ground, the puppy grabbed a few lollipops from the free bowl of treats and pressed into the actual lounge itself.

All of the effects of the brainwashing starting item Carnation used on her have completely faded after the hard restart of dying. She was groggy and pent up with arousal, unable to get her rocks off just yet. One paw simply pushed open the door, not even trying to walk inside with any grace.

Carnation stood at the door with a somewhat judgmental look worn on her face. The jackalope stood a head taller than the golden retriever, gazing down at her with her nose slightly turned up. She took one step over to Typhe, her hands behind her back hiding something.

"So, you did all of that for me? Going all that way and fighting?" Carnation asked in a neutral tone. Her red eyes slowly blinked as she stared at Typhe, waiting for her answer.

"Well? I didn't have much of a choice." The canine laughed. She groaned and held her temple as she recoiled from the pain. "But, well? if you were better, you could've persuaded me, you know. You're hot enough that I'd fall for you if you came on the right way."

Carnation took a bold swing and a stab in the dark by kissing Typhe right on the mouth! The silky black hair of the white jackalope got in the way of the two of them looking at each other, however. After kissing for a second, the lapine lady leaned away, giving the puppy room to breathe. A second passed, Carnation with a wide smile on her lips. She presented what was behind her: the angel wings and halo that were some of the fun accessories for the respawn room.

"Is that good enough, Typhe?" Carnation jested. "You were so good for me and I saw you kiss that other dog like that, so why not give you the same treatment?"

Typhe hesitated. She would then laugh and smile, gingerly taking the props from the bunny and putting them on slowly. "Sure, yea. I'll give you my number. When this? headache fades and I can actually remember it." The canine joked. Laughing and holding her head in pain, Typhe leaned into the embrace of the taller bunny.