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This story is sort of an experiment, so it’s a fair bit different from my usual stuff.\n\nI have an outline for a second chapter, and ideas for a longer series, but do not know yet if I’ll continue this. So, if you like it, please let me know!\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "This smutty story follows a superhero cheetah and his alien symbiote companion as they fight crime, bust balls, and do the sex.
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Hey Everyone!
I've been looking for new sites to share my stories, and thought I'd try out Inkbunny!

I write furry fetish stories, most of which focus on free use and ballbusting, though this one doesn't really focus on those themes as much. This story is sort of an experiment, so it’s a fair bit different from my usual stuff.

I have an outline for a second chapter, and ideas for a longer series, but do not know yet if I’ll continue this. So, if you like it, please let me know!
", "writing": "“So, whaddya think it’s gonna be? Guns or drugs?”\n\n“Probably guns,” Adrian replied, stopping in front of a red shipping container. It was hard to see in the dim light, but the identification numbers matched the ones given by that mobster they had interrogated. The cheetah turned to look around the suspiciously deserted loading dock. It was quiet, too quiet. Turning back, he poked at the lock that held the container closed. “I swear, they better not be hiding in this. I really don’t feel like getting into another fight right now.”\n\n“Ha. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you to jerk off later, honey.”\n\n“I told you to stop calling me that.” Adrian gave a loud huff, feeling his companion laugh to herself on his back.\n\nHer voice echoed in his mind, from the small of his back, up through his spine, and into his brain. “Sorry … [i]sweetie[/i].”\n\n“Hilarious. Just give me the arms already.”\n\n“What do we say?”\n\nThe male gave another loud huff, rolling his eyes. He knew Fesla was being annoying and slow on purpose. Yes, he was in a hurry, but he had a good reason! Every single Saturday, for the last few years, he’d made time to unwind with a long, relaxing session with his favorite fleshlight before bed. But today it looked like that streak was going to be broken. Here he was, on a Saturday night, in the damp cold, trying to save the city. Ugh. Couldn’t the bad guys give him a day off every now and then? Being a superhero was a lot more exhausting than he had thought it would be. Helping people was great, yes, but it was so much work. There was always something to do, somewhere to go. Not only was he tired, he hadn’t had an orgasm all week! \n\n“Give me the arms, [i]please[/i].”\n\n“Of course … [i]babe[/i].”\n\nFesla’s chuckles rattled in his skull as he felt a warm, wet sensation travel up his back. It curled over his spotted fur, slithering its way to the base of his neck, before spreading out to his shoulders. Glancing down, he watched as the bright green and black fluid made its way down his arms. He briefly thought back on how the slime felt around his cock, resulting in it suddenly slowing down. Impatient, he tapped his foot, telling her to hurry up. Once it fully covered his hands, it solidified a tiny bit, taking a slightly darker coloration.\n\n“Take a little longer next time, why dontcha?” Adrian whispered. \n\nHis alien companion replied by giving him a soft thump on the back. “Keep thinking about your dick instead of the mission and I will.”\n\n“Hey,” Adrian flexed his fingers, looking around again, “you don’t know what it’s like having blue balls, it’s torture! I mean, can you even [i]get[/i] horny?”\n\n“Not really, or at least not in a way you’d understand,” the symbiote’s voice replied in the cheetah’s head, “The desire to reproduce isn’t very strong for my species.”\n\n“Well, thank goodness for that,” Adrian joked half-seriously. As symbiotes, the slime-like Nel species, which Fesla belonged to, had the ability to reproduce by fully consuming a host. This turned them into another Nel, who would proceed to do the same. Thankfully, she claimed that most symbiotes never did this unless their host was already on their deathbed. As Adrian was very much alive, he had nothing to worry about. The Nel could do this whenever they wanted, technically, but as they needed a host at almost all times, this was rare.\n\nThe desire to protect one’s host was strong, Fesla had explained when they had first bonded years ago. Since Nel were incapable of directly consuming food or making their own energy, they required a host to feed off of. This process was painless, fortunately, as the only effect it had on a host was the need to eat more than usual. In return, the symbiote protected them, granting them incredible strength. It was a close, mutualistic bond. At least, it normally was. There was the occasional selfish Nel that would rapidly jump between bodies, draining each one dry in the process.\n\nStill, Adrian trusted her, seeing as it was practically impossible for her to lie to him. Having a second set of thoughts coming from his back at all times felt odd, to say the least, but it did have its advantages. Although, being so connected [i]also[/i] meant that she knew the best ways to tease him, sexually or otherwise.\n\n“Alright, we should probably do this quietly,” he whispered as he reached for the lock. Gently, he grabbed it, placing his other hand on the container door. It was a relatively small lock, considering what it was protecting, but it would be loud to just break. “Maybe we can slowly bend the bars and-”\n\nThe cheetah’s arms suddenly jerked, violently ripping off the lock. Surprised, his grip loosened, causing him to inadvertently throw it behind him. It loudly slammed against the side of another container, hard enough to leave a dent, the sound echoing through the metal maze. Ears flattening back in panic, he jumped into the shadows, hiding their green arms behind his back. \n\n“Fesla!”\n\n“Oh, [i]now[/i] you wanna take it slow?” The alien waited a second before letting go of his arms, giving him back full control. “Is it really that hard for you to go five minutes without thinking about getting off?”\n\n“That was reckless, but okay, okay. You made your point, geez. I know I need to focus, but I’m just … I’m pent up, okay? We’ve been at this nonstop lately, I really need some time to relax after this.”\n\n“Then let’s get this done with, already. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can take a break.”\n\nNodding, Adrian looked around the corner, seeing nobody. Still suspicious, he creeped as quietly as he could back to the container door. There was no way that crash had gone unheard. He made a mental note that she owed him an orgasm when this was over, knowing full well she could hear. \n\nOpening it up, he found that he had been correct with his earlier guess. A dozen crates and boxes holding various firearms and their ammunition were stacked together on either side. They didn’t see anything else, though they still made sure to check for any kind of booby traps. Effortlessly ripping one of the crates open, the pair was surprised at how poor the haul was. All the guns were either rusting, or were older models that had long since been obsolete. The local crime bosses must have been running out of money if this was all they could afford. And if that was so, they were really going to be pissed when the police confiscated everything.\n\nFesla’s slime-like body undulated across Adrian’s back, a motion he knew was her equivalent of a smile. “Wow, I guess we really are making a difference. These guys are getting desperate. With any luck, we can run them out of the city soon. Then we can finally turn our focus back on finding Vaal.”\n\nVaal. The reason for Fesla being on Earth in the first place. A rogue Nel wanted for her many crimes, she had thus far eluded the pair, despite their best efforts. They had heard rumors she had some kind of connection to this city, but beyond that they hadn’t managed to track her down. Still, they were making progress. Once free of distractions, it would only be a matter of time until they caught her.\n\n“Yeah, finally. Alright, let’s shut this and call- wait … do you hear that?”\n\n“Oh no, run!”\n\nAfter slamming the door closed as quietly as he could, Adrian spun and broke into a sprint. A dull pain began to flare from the bottom of his spine, only to get immediately relieved as the symbiote began to spread down his legs. Green slime snaked its way across his body, from his neck to his feet. With Fesla assisting in pushing and moving his body, his speed quickly doubled. It doubled again by the time the symbiote fully covered his legs in her warm embrace. With a leap more powerful than he’d be capable of on his own, the feline bounded off the side of another container. Arms outstretched, he grabbed onto the side of a nearby crane, pulling himself up onto one of the supporting bars. The speed and grace at which he moved was incredible, even for a cheetah.\n\nIt had taken Adrian and Fesla a while to learn to work together like that. After much practice, and quite a few mistakes, the two had learned to almost perfectly sync their minds. Her “suit,” as they called it, increased the force of all his movements. As he moved, she moved as well, either amplifying or counteracting his actions. It was great, perfect for fighting. \n\nThere [i]was[/i] one little problem with it, though.\n\nIn order to fully extend over his body, Fesla had to quote-unquote “anchor” herself on him. Since burrowing into his skin was not an option, there was only one other place she could use: his ass. Forming a thick green tentacle, she slipped herself in, allowing her to extend down his legs.\n\nRunning around with what was essentially a dildo shoved up his ass was a tad bit difficult. But, like with their coordination, it got easier with practice. Likewise, the feel of her wiggling on and over his cock and balls had gotten easier to ignore. That is, if she wasn’t intentionally teasing him in her warm, wet hug.\n\nThankfully, she was not teasing him at the moment. Instead, she was helping him climb up to the top of the crane. Every little shift of his legs only served to make him more and more aware of the green rod penetrating his backside. The erection he was rapidly growing didn’t help, either.\n\nThe sound of rapidly approaching footsteps down below got his attention back. Reaching the top, he squatted down and leaned over the edge. Three masked figures suddenly appeared out of the darkness, pistols drawn. One of them immediately made for the red container, throwing open the door. The other two stood guard, scanning the area, ready to shoot anything that moved. Adrian prepared himself to jump down if need be, but, like most bad guys, they neglected to look up. A good thing too, seeing as how bright green was not exactly stealthy. (It also didn’t help that he was in only a small undershirt and gym shorts. He always wore as little as possible when going out on a mission, both because Fesla couldn’t expand over his clothes, and because he didn’t want to risk someone recognizing him).\n\n“Only three?” Adrian cocked his head. Surely there was more hiding out of view? If this shipment was so important, wouldn’t they send as many guards as possible?\n\n“We [i]did[/i] arrest like twenty of them last week,” Fesla’s tightened her suit around him, simultaneously pushing a tiny bit deeper into his rear, “They might be running out of henchmen.”\n\n“Or we scared them so bad they all quit.”\n\nThe apparent leader of the group, a short male fox, pulled out a small radio. The duo stayed put. They wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying, but weren’t worried. If he called for backup, that would only make it easier to catch more of these cronies when the police showed up. He never got a chance to even attempt a call, however. No sooner had he lifted the radio to his mouth, a bright flash suddenly illuminated the area. The other two thugs, a doe and a large male lion in matching black attire, turned and fired several shots in the direction of the flash. \n\n[b][i]BANG! BANG! BANG![/i][/b]\n\nA terrified avian scream replied from between two large crates. “AAAH! WAIT! DON’T SHOOT!”\n\nThe fox yelled at the unseen bird to show herself. Two blue-feathered hands were immediately raised over the crates, their shaking visible even in the dark. Slowly, the rest of the figure came out from behind cover. She was a smartly dressed blue jay, and was carrying a camera around her neck, which the lion quickly ripped off and chucked to the ground. It shattered instantly, making the bird screech in panic again. Grabbing her by the arm, the lion shoved her into the light.\n\n“[i]Who the fuck are you[/i]!?” the fox yelled as he took a step forward to point the barrel of his gun in her face.\n\n“Please! I wasn’t doi-“ She attempted to take a step back, prompting the doe to fire a warning shot at the ground.\n\n[b][i]BANG![/i][/b]\n\n“[i]You work for the Falcon or something[/i]? [i]You think you can just come on our turf and steal our shit[/i]!?”\n\n“What!? I didn’t steal anyth-“\n\n“[i]How did you open that lock[/i]!?”\n\n“I didn-“\n\nThis time it was the lion’s turn to yell. “She’s a fucking cop!”\n\n“Ah shit.” Adrian stood up, preparing to jump down. This just got a lot more complicated. They didn’t have time to wait for backup now, they couldn’t let this lady get hurt. So much for having an easy day. “Mask!”\n\nFesla mumbled something he couldn’t make it. He repeated his request, but the symbiote hesitated. “Wait. I don’t like this. There’s … something wrong.”\n\n“What? What do you mean?”\n\n“I don’t know, it’s … why does she …”\n\n“We don’t have time! We’ll deal with whatever later! Do the mas- [i]guuhlp[/i]!”\n\nAdrian was cut off by several small tendrils suddenly slithering into his mouth. Three on each side ran over the inside of his cheeks, while one attached to the roof of his mouth. The tight, warm sensation that covered the rest of his body began rapidly moving its way up his neck. His vision took on a green tint as Fesla fully engulfed his head with her slime, momentarily blocking his breathing. This only lasted a second, thankfully, as another, much larger, tendril pushed its way into his mouth. Ironically, despite stuffing his airway, it acted as sort of a snorkel, giving him a tube to get air through. The taste of it on his tongue as it made its way down his throat was nearly overpowering, though not exactly unpleasant.\n\nKnowing time was running out to save the poor bird, the cheetah’s hands shot up to his face. Grabbing the sticky dark slime, he pulled it away, molding it into a short cylinder. It opened in his grip, splitting sideways down the middle. The other end of the large tentacle flattened into a long green tongue, licking the sharp teeth that began to take shape. Two holes formed to create the nose, while the emerald eyes settled and took shape over his. The tendrils in his mouth moved him to snap his jaws a few times, causing Fesla’s newly formed mouth to do the same. With two more pulls to form the ears, their mask and suit was complete. \n\nDespite him being a feline, Fesla opted to take on an appearance that was near identical to a wolf when in her suit form, complete with fake fur. With Adrian’s body completely enveloped, it was impossible to tell it was just a suit. Indeed, everyone thought the superhero [i]was[/i] a wolf, albeit a green one with the strange power of being able to melt herself. Nobody knew Adrian existed. This was fine with him. Though he would have liked to get at least [i] some[/i] credit for their heroics, he knew the benefits of having a secret identity. Not to mention, he didn’t want to risk her being taken away and experimented on. It wasn’t like space aliens were a common sight, after all.\n\nNow ready, the pair jumped down from the crane, landing with a dramatic pose. Her slime hardened for a split second before the impact. Despite being high up, he was unharmed, as the suit absorbed the shock of the fall. The sound of their landing was also drowned out by the fox’s yelling.\n\n“[i]Where’s your partner[/i]!? [i]Cops never come alone[/i]!”\n\nThe doe roughly shoved her pistol under the bird's beak. Her partners stood to her right, their guns trained on the supposed cop. “[i]Talk[/i]! [i]Where are they[/i]!?”\n\n“Behind you.”\n\nThe deer spun around to face this new voice, receiving a fist to the nose for doing so. She stumbled back, dropping her gun to protect her face. The bird yipped in alarm, jumping back behind the crates. The fox, meanwhile, barely had time to react before Adrian knocked his pistol out of his hands. A punch to the stomach followed by a left hook dropped him to his knees. \n\nThe lion, though, was faster than his partners. Seeing both of them fall to the ground, he aimed his gun at the wolf’s head and pulled the trigger.\n\n[b][i]BANG![/i][/b]\n\nHe just barely missed, the bullet grazing Fesla’s fur as she jerked Adrian’s head to the side. Using that trademark cheetah swiftness, he spun around, grappling the other feline. Wrestling for control of the pistol, Adrian jerked the lion's arms up as he fired another two shots into the air. With a ferocious roar, the latter stepped forward, headbutting the wolf as hard as he could.\n\nAlthough Adrian was protected from the blow, thanks to the goopy malleability of Fesla’s mask, the hit still stunned him for a brief second. Sensing this, the symbiote took control of his body for him, forcing his knee up toward the lion’s crotch.\n\nThe alien’s ability to briefly solidify her body came in handy at times like this. With incredible speed, the wolf’s knee collided with the lion’s (rather large) testicles. The sensitive spheres squished around Fesla and Adrian's leg, though the cheetah could not feel it, something he was thankful for. The shock and pain immediately sapped all of the gunman’s strength, allowing the pair to yank the pistol out his hands. Eyes watering, he was unable to cover himself, as Fesla knocked his arms away. By grabbing him by his mane, she was able to force him to his knees.\n\nHowever, they didn’t have enough time to take advantage of this. The fox had managed to stand back up, while the doe was attempting to do the same. Seeing the former reach for the knife on his belt, Fesla’s jerked Adrian’s right leg back. A choked gasp escaped the vulpine’s lips as their heel slammed directly into his left ball, flattening it against his pelvis. It quivered pathetically under the blow, just [i]barely[/i] surviving a brutal popping. His legs instantly gave out, causing him to collapse with a wavering groan.\n\nBut the lion was still standing. So, using the squishy fox nut like a trampoline for her foot, the symbiote brought that leg forward again. The lion’s eyes bulged out, his feet briefly leaving the ground from the sheer force of her kick.\n\n[i]WHAM![/i]\n\nHe was still in the air when she hopped onto her other foot, sending another colossal kick between his legs. Adrian was again relieved that he didn’t have to feel the other male’s balls squishing between his toes. He did [i]not[/i] want to know how much that hurt, just watching already made him ache in sympathy. With an audible [i]thud[/i], the henchman fell backwards, too overwhelmed by nut agony to even cup himself. The sizable orbs were visible through his tight pants, sporting equally sizable dents.\n\nNow there was only the deer to deal with. Seeing the wolf charge at her, she raised her arms to protect her face, only for Fesla to slide onto one knee. A punch straight to the cunt followed by an uppercut to the chin was all it took to have her rolling in the ground like her male partners.\n\nAnd just like that, the fight was over. Not even ten seconds had passed. The pair looked down at the groaning goons, making sure to grab their weapons.\n\n“Welp,” Fesla bragged to herself, “that was easy. Not even a scratch!”\n\n“Did you [i]really[/i] need to hit them in the balls, though?” Adrian mentally asked as he stepped over the fox, who had curled into a fetal position. The alien’s tendrils slithered around in his mouth as she answered him.\n\n“Hey, it worked, didn’t it? If it’s between our lives or some criminal’s nuts, I’m choosing their nuts every time. They’re just lucky I didn’t pop ‘em. Anyways, let’s get these guys against the wall and check on that lady.”\n\nTossing the three henchmen in a heap next to the red container, they turned to find said lady grabbing her broken camera off the ground. She was saddened to find it completely destroyed, but chirped in excitement when they walked up to her. They didn’t even get a chance to speak before she ran up to them, bouncing on her feet and holding a hand to her chest.\n\n“OhmygoshthatwassocoolI’vealwayswantedtoseeyouinactionI’mlikeyourbiggestfan!”\n\n“… Huh?” The alien blinked. Even the cheetah couldn’t keep up with whatever she just said.\n\n“OhhahasorryItalkreallyfastwhenI’mexcited!”\n\n“… Riiiight, uh … Are you okay?”\n\n“Ohyeahimfinetheyalmostshotmebu-!”\n\n“Yeah, okay, you’re gonna need to slow down, please.”\n\nThe blue jay nodded, taking a deep breath to compose herself. “Ha, yeah sorry. That was just so … holy- … I-I’m just really excited to meet you!”\n\n“You know who I am?” Fesla raised an eyebrow, moving Adrian’s body to place his hands on their hip. This woman was pretty happy, for someone that had just narrowly escaped being shot in the face.\n\n“Oh yeah, I’ve been following your case for years! I know you always turn down interviews and public appearances and things, but you’ve done so much for this city!”\n\n“Uh, thanks … I’m sorry, um, who are you, exactly?”\n\n“Oh! Name’s Ellie, Ellie Palmer! I am an independent, freelance, nonprofit, professional, in-training, crime stopper slash investigator!”\n\n“Rolls right off the tongue,” Adrian joked to himself.\n\n“You mean a vigilante.” Fesla summarized, looking Ellie over. There was something about this woman that was making her feel weird, but she just couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was. They’d met a lot of interesting people in their line of work, but this lady was different, somehow. The alien mentally voiced this concern to the cheetah, who told her to ignore it for now. \n\n“Heh, well, that would imply I [i]fight[/i] crime. I’m not a fighter. I mean, look at me. These arms would probably snap if I threw a punch, haha!” Ellie brought her hand to her chest again, like she was having trouble breathing, despite not being out of breath.\n\n“So then what the hell are you doing here?”\n\n“Oh, I was taking pictures! I’ve been investigating this gang for years, trying to, y’know, take them down and stuff. Well, I did some snooping around and found out that there was going to be a weapons shipment here tonight! I followed those three here and was gonna get some pictures to have them arrested. I’m pretty sure the guns are in that container, actually!”\n\n“They are. Wait, what do you mean you followed them? Followed them from where?”\n\n“Oh, I was stalking their hideout, and saw them leave! When I realized they were heading here I knew I had to track them! They parked at the gate and ran here after we heard this loud bang.”\n\n“You know where their hideout is!?” Fesla took a step closer, making sure the still curled up trio couldn’t hear. \n\n“Yup! Er, well I know where one of them is, anyway.”\n\n“Why haven’t you told the police?”\n\n“Oh, uh … heh, ‘bout that …” The bird rubbed her arm, looking away shyly.\n\n“What?”\n\n“I’ve been trying to, um, find you? Most other superhero types make a lot of public appearances, but you don’t, so it’s been hard to track you down. Yes, I’ve been investigating this gang for years and have been collecting info, but I didn’t have anyone I could trust with it. I’m not gonna hand it over to the police, and we both know the government still has people that are being paid off. You’re the only one that I know for sure has the city's interests at heart, so I’ve been holding off on releasing anything until I could give it to you. But now that you’re here, we can work together!”\n\n“Work together? What do you mean?” the symbiote asked out loud.\n\n“What the hell is up with her eyes?” she asked Adrian, “It’s like they keep changing color in this light.” He unhelpfully replied that [i]everything[/i] looked green to him.\n\n“I’m your new partner of course! Every great superhero has a partner slash helper!” Ellie clapped, scratching her chest again. Moving a hand over her beak, she added with a whisper: “... slash lover.”\n\n“Uhhh … are … are you being serious?”\n\n“Well yeah! I might not be a, like, shapeshifter like you, but I make up for it! I mean, I’m incredibly smart, passionate for justice, an expert detective, great at public speaking, and I’m a tech wiz!”\n\nAdrian attempted to laugh around the tendrils, “Quite the résumé. Not very stealthy though.”\n\n“Yeah, um, sorry but I’m kinda a solo act,” Fesla awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. Her tongue slid across her teeth, wiggling the largest tentacle in Adrian’s mouth to make him stop talking. “I’m not looking for a sidekick right now. This is dangerous work, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”\n\n“I can defend myself! I know karate! Plus I’m a crack shot with a gun! Y’know, I’ve never seen you use a gun! I could teach you if you want!!”\n\nFesla didn’t mention it out loud, but noticed that the blue jay had just contradicted herself about her earlier statement about not being a fighter. She shook her head at the offer of firearms training, “Yeah, no. I don’t kill people.” \n\nThe cheetah quipped that killing people’s sex life seemed fine with her, earning another wiggle in retaliation.\n\nEllie, not to be turned down that easily, launched into a variety of ways she could assist Fesla in fighting crime. The alien sighed and apologized, but told her, again, that she was not looking for a partner. The bird was disappointed at being rejected by her hero, making a point to dramatically sigh and begin to turn away. This sadness swiftly turned into annoyance, however, when the wolf stopped her to request the information she had about the gang’s hideout.\n\n“If you don’t need me, why not find it yourself?”\n\n“[i]Excuse [/i] me?”\n\n“[i]I mean[/i]- fuck, sorry. That slipped out, I didn’t mean it like that! I just … [i]please[/i], I want to be a real crimefighter [i]so[/i] bad! There must be [i]something[/i] I can do! I want to help people too! I want to rescue the city! I’ve always dreamed of bringing down the crime families and getting a statue built in my honor! I want to hear crowds screaming their praises as I save the day!”\n\n“Being a superhero is not about being praised or rewarded. This line of work requires complete selflessness.” The wolf turned to briefly growl at the fox, who had slightly uncurled himself. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes made it clear that trying to get up would earn the vulpine another punt to the plums. “But if you really want to help: just tell me where the hideout is! This could be our chance to stop all of this right here and now!”\n\n“[i]Our[/i] chance? How is it [i]our[/i] chance? You just said you need to be selfless, but you’re just gonna use my hard work to be a hero?”\n\n“What? What are you talking about?”\n\n“I spent forever snooping around to get all this information! You just want me to tell you everything, with nothing in return? I think I deserve at least some compensation! Like being your partner!”\n\n“I … Where the hell is this coming from? Compensation? Do you think I make money from this or something?” Fesla was taken aback at the bird’s outburst. This lady was definitely [i]not[/i] cut out to be a superhero if she would only help others in exchange for a reward. Not to mention, the way she was constantly switching between emotional extremes was odd, to say the least. But they still needed this information. This was important. They had to get her to calm down first, though.\n\n“I … I-I’m sorry, it’s just … I’ve looked up to you for years! You’re just so cool, and hot, and inspiring, and heroic, and sexy! I just want to be your lover!”\n\n“I understand that, but- wait … Sexy? Lover?”\n\nBlushing, Ellie looked down and rubbed her arm awkwardly. Her blushing got even more intense when the wolf asked if she was flirting with her.\n\n“No! Of course not!! I meant partn- just forget I said that!” She paused for a brief second, before continuing under her breath: “Unless you’d be okay with that…”\n\nLooking the woman over, Fesla suddenly got an idea. Ignoring her partner telling her that it was dumb, the symbiote moved his body to lean forward. Taking the opportunity to try and determine Ellie’s eye color, she placed her hand on the bird’s shoulder, rubbing her thumb along her neck. “You think I’m sexy?”\n\nIt took a moment for Ellie to respond, stuttering like she had just orgasmed on the spot. “Um, w-well I uh, um, uh … [i]Holy fuck you're actually touching me[/i] …”\n\n“Is that what this is all about?” Fesla brought her other hand up to sensually caress the blue jay’s beak. This was it, she had Ellie right where she wanted her. Now the alien just had to get the bird somewhere private, and she could seduce the information out of her.\n\n“Y-y-you’re [i]touching[/i] me! I’ve fingered myself to the idea of you touching me everyd- I MEAN- AH! Fuckfuckfuckfuck, holy shit I didn’t mean to say that! Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that! I didn’t mean it! I-”\n\nThat was all Fesla needed to hear. Gently holding Ellie’s beak shut, she leaned in to whisper a proposal into the woman’s ear.\n\n---------\n\nShuddering as she came for the second time in three minutes, Ellie let out a deep sigh. Despite its sticky, goopy covering, the wolf’s cock slid into her with zero resistance.\n\nFesla, meanwhile, also let out a sigh as “her” dick entered the bird’s wet, warm pussy. Immediately, the appendage got to work forming little tentacles to massage the walls of Ellie’s cunt. Simultaneously, more green tendrils formed from the base of her cock, slithering up Ellie’s groin to begin sensually licking at her clit. This made Ellie gasp even louder. She had thought the wolf’s tongue had felt great, but this was simply divine. It was almost [i]too much[/i] pleasure. Almost.\n\n“Damn, her pussy feels [i]amazing[/i]!” Fesla moaned into Adrian’s brain.\n\n“I can’t feel anything,” he replied. The symbiote’s slime enveloped his cock completely, like an ultra-thick, green condom. As the symbiote was not embedded in his skin, the pair did not have the ability to share physical sensations. This was incredibly useful in combat, as it meant that getting punched harmed neither of them. But now, here, Adrian was dying to know what this pussy felt like. This lady was kinda weird, but damn was she cute as hell.\n\n“Too bad,” his partner teased with a laugh, “you’re really missing out.”\n\nHe groaned, both at her and at the deep, needing soreness radiating from his balls. The poor things were aching, [i]throbbing[/i] in desperation, begging him to let them release their pent-up load. After having a pussy shoved in his face for the last hour, a pussy he never even got to taste, he was beyond horny. Not only had he not gotten a chance to jerk off this week, but Fesla had been teasing him all day. He [i]needed[/i] to cum, [i]now[/i]. Unfortunately, Fesla seemed determined to not let that happen. She was even moving his hips in slow thrusts, knowing that he always liked to go as fast as possible when he jerked off.\n\nThe alien’s plan to seduce the information out of Ellie served two purposes. First, it gave the bird the compensation she had requested. Second, it was the perfect way to teach the cheetah a lesson for annoying her with his constant complaining about his testicles. Blue-balls this, blue-balls that, all day long. At first, Fesla had been sympathetic, and had even been planning to help get him off when they got home. But now, after having to listen to him moan about it nonstop, she was going to draw this out as long as possible.\n\nDespite initially thinking it was dumb, Adrian had decided to go along with this because he had thought he would get to use [i]his[/i] cock, not the slimy green one that covered it. It wasn’t that the symbiote felt bad around his length, but she was actively making sure he was getting zero friction from their thrusts. Essentially, he was having sex, without the sex. Seeing how much Ellie was clearly loving this didn’t help either.\n\nThe “freelance crime stopper,” as she had called herself, had only requested to be kissed and fondled a little, but Fesla had decided to go all out, just to be sure. First, an hour of oral, followed by a long session of fingering, then finished off with a slow, deep fucking. The poor girl was practically delirious with pleasure, a complete contrast to the feline. The only thing the wolf hadn’t done was play with Ellie’s breasts. The blue jay claimed to be extremely self-conscious about her boobs, and had refused to take her shirt off. Fesla figured that this was why she had kept touching her chest.\n\nWhatever. Fesla didn’t care or mind at all. Plus, if anything, it was only making Adrian even more desperate for stimulation.\n\n“Dammit, Fesla! My balls feel like they’re gonna explode!”\n\nThe alien moved his hips to thrust in as deep as they could. “Oh man, she’s so damn [i]wet[/i]!” \n\n“Uuuugh. Just let me cum! Or just feel her a little bit!”\n\n“What? No! You can’t just cum inside a random woman without at least asking first!”\n\n“Then ask!”\n\n“Nah, I don’t feel like it.” The symbiote moved to kiss Ellie’s neck, ignoring his pleas with a chuckle. “Just wait until we get home tomorrow. I’ll do that thing you like.”\n\n“I can’t wait that long!” The tiniest, teasing little bit of movement across the bottom of his shaft prompted the cheetah to involuntarily purr.\n\n“What, am I not good enough?” She made a point of thrusting in as far as possible again, pushing balls deep in Ellie’s cunt and tentacle deep in Adrian’s ass. The adorable feline moan he gave earned another laugh from the alien. “It sure seemed like you enjoyed it last time.”\n\n“[i]Fesla[/i].”\n\n“Dude, look. If I let your dick out, she’ll know this is just a suit. We’re not supposed to let anyone know that, remember? And I couldn’t let you eat her out because your tongue feels a lot different than mine. Just wait, let her cum a few more times, then she gives us the information and we can go.”\n\nEllie suddenly wrapped her legs around the wolf’s waist. Hands rubbing all over the fake, green fur, the bird made it clear that Fesla was not allowed to pull out. The latter reciprocated the touching, slithering her long tongue into the bird’s mouth.\n\n“See!?” Adrian gripped Ellie’s waist for support as his partner increased the speed of their thrusts. “She does want me to cum in her!”\n\n“She wants [i]my[/i] cum, not yours. Besides, what if she’s one of those weirdos that collects your semen to, like, do a DNA test on you and find out who you are? Seriously hon, just wait.”\n\nThe cheetah did, genuinely, try to be patient. He tried running through various fighting techniques in his mind. He tried doing math problems. He even tried imagining himself getting whacked in the nuts. None of it worked, especially since Fesla had decided to be a bit merciful and removed the slime on his palms. Her soft, blue feathers felt so lovely, but it only left him wanting more. He just knelt there, watching thrust after thrust, hearing Ellie cum over and over and over again. He wasn’t even able to reach down and touch the blue jay’s clit, as his companion wouldn’t let him move his arms far enough.\n\nAfter he begged her yet again, Fesla gave up and said that she would compromise with him. Before he could ask what she meant, the symbiote began sliding her tentacle out of his ass. Thrusting forward, she pushed it back in. Then she pulled it almost all the way out again, only to thrust and push deeper into his ass. His adorable moans were so loud that Fesla had to close her mouth to prevent Ellie from hearing them. “There we go! Just imagine I’m you, and you’re her.”\n\nEventually, this became just too much for him to endure. Between the visuals, his imagination, his ass, and Fesla constantly gasping about how great her pussy was, he just couldn’t take it. Despite having only the absolute bare minimum amount of physical stimulation on his cock, he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. Alerting his partner to this, he felt his body being jerked back as Fesla tried to pull out. Ellie refused to let this happen, and pulled them back into an embrace.\n\n“Do [i]not[/i] cum inside her!” The alien hissed in his mind, trying to keep her outward composure calm. She stopped her anal play, hoping to calm him down.\n\n“I- oh, [i]ooooh[/i] m-my- I can’t h-hold it!”\n\n“Do NOT cum! I won’t let you ruin our secret just because you can’t keep it in your balls!”\n\n“I’m tryi- ah! Ah fuck! C-cumming! Aaah!”\n\nSighing in both satisfaction and disappointment, the cheetah shivered as his cock exploded into the suit. Fesla’s sucked in a breath, feeling his balls contract as his dick began pumping out a tidal wave of cum. A week's worth of semen was simply too much for the symbiote to contain, in a moment it would begin leaking through her slimy fake dick. Normally, she could have just redirected more of her biomass to her crotch to hold it, but she was using all the spare slime she had to pleasure Ellie.\n\nFesla had to act fast, she couldn’t let him cum inside the blue jay. Apologizing, she did the only thing she could think to do.\n\nWith a [i]gulp[/i], Adrian’s eyes grew huge as the suit suddenly began pumping the sticky, white liquid down his throat. Acting quickly, the alien had morphed her suit to form a tube-like funnel from his cock, to the largest tendril in his mouth. Each cumshot that escaped his dick was quickly directed up the suit. Pump after pump of his own seed splashed across his tongue, forcing him to swallow, lest he choke on it.\n\nThis was not the first load the feline had swallowed in his life, but never had he tasted his own before. He had to admit, his cum didn’t taste that bad. But, still, even the best tasting liquid in the world wouldn’t have prevented him from gagging at the sheer volume. It just kept coming, from his balls, out his cock, up the suit, and into his throat. His hands gripped the bird’s hips tighter, his own hips being moved faster. It was both sexy yet humiliating, and his cock just continued to shoot out more and more. No wonder his balls had been so sore. \n\nFesla apologized again, though this time with a slight giggle in her voice. “I told you not to cum! Just be thankful this was easier to do with your mouth instead of your butt.”\n\nShe was careful to regulate the flow of seed slowly, so as not to completely flood his mouth. This was the only way to prevent it from seeping through the suit, but she wasn’t going to be cruel about it. That being said, she was also careful to make sure that it all shot on his tongue, so he had to taste it. The tentacle angled its tip right at the end of his tongue, allowing its liquid to spray all over the inside of his mouth. Simultaneously, in an effort to trick Ellie that her wolf cock was real, the alien shot off several small blasts of her slime into the bird’s womb.\n\nFortunately, the feel of the wolf’s cock throbbing was apparently enough to give Ellie another orgasm. The tentacles working her clit went into overdrive, doing their best to give her as much pleasure as possible. Her hands practically melted into the wolf’s fur, holding on for dear life as she worked through her strongest orgasm yet.\n\nFesla couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the situation. Resting her head on the bird’s shoulder, she continued to pump fake cum into Ellie and real cum into Adrian.\n\nThis really was a great plan.\n\n---------\n\nThe cold night air made the feline shiver as he crossed the street. Going from being all snug in the warm suit to being almost completely exposed to the elements was quite the contrast. They had to be stealthy now, so he was back to just his undershirt and shorts.\n\n“I don’t get it, why the old mall? I thought that place had been scheduled to get torn down months ago.” Adrian could still taste his own seed as he swiftly made his way down the empty sidewalk. They had several blocks to go, but using a car would attract too much attention. At least he didn’t have anything up his ass right now, so it was easier to jog.\n\n“It was,” his partner answered, curled up on his back, “They’ve obviously paid someone off.”\n\n“Yeah, but it’s still an odd spot for a hideout, or weapons cache, or whatever they’re using it for. I swear, if Ellie is wrong and this was all a huge waste of time …”\n\n“You saw the photos she had, they were definitely doing something in there. Besides, we have to pursue every lead we get, babe. Saving the city is-”\n\n“- is more important than jerking off. Yes, I know. You’ve only said it a hundred times today.” The feline licked his lips, still adjusting to not having tentacles in his mouth. He had thus far refused to talk about the whole cum thing, mainly because he was embarrassed to admit he had [i]kinda[/i] liked it.\n\n“Cause you’ve tried to jerk off a hundred times. But look: if this is really it, we can deal a major blow against the gangs. And if it’s empty: we can call it a night and you can go masturbate as much as you want!”\n\nThe male groaned that, after what just happened, he was completely spent. At least his balls felt lighter now, though.\n\n“You’re welcome,” Fesla pushed a small tentacle out from under his shirt to lightly pat his ass. “But if it’s any consolation: her pussy felt [i]really[/i] fuckin’ good.”\n\nRolling his eyes with a huff, he told her she owed him a satisfying orgasm when they got home. She agreed, giving him another spank to hurry him along. After looking behind him to make sure no one was there, he increased his pace as she began listing all the various ways she was going to fuck him silly when they got home. He laughed despite his annoyance, telling her to stop so that he wouldn’t have to run with a boner. She continued, promising more sexy acts in-between brainstorming infiltration plans.\n\nThe pair was so focused on this conversation that neither one noticed the armored figure following them from the rooftops.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“So, whaddya think it’s gonna be? Guns or drugs?”

“Probably guns,” Adrian replied, stopping in front of a red shipping container. It was hard to see in the dim light, but the identification numbers matched the ones given by that mobster they had interrogated. The cheetah turned to look around the suspiciously deserted loading dock. It was quiet, too quiet. Turning back, he poked at the lock that held the container closed. “I swear, they better not be hiding in this. I really don’t feel like getting into another fight right now.”

“Ha. Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for you to jerk off later, honey.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” Adrian gave a loud huff, feeling his companion laugh to herself on his back.

Her voice echoed in his mind, from the small of his back, up through his spine, and into his brain. “Sorry … sweetie.”

“Hilarious. Just give me the arms already.”

“What do we say?”

The male gave another loud huff, rolling his eyes. He knew Fesla was being annoying and slow on purpose. Yes, he was in a hurry, but he had a good reason! Every single Saturday, for the last few years, he’d made time to unwind with a long, relaxing session with his favorite fleshlight before bed. But today it looked like that streak was going to be broken. Here he was, on a Saturday night, in the damp cold, trying to save the city. Ugh. Couldn’t the bad guys give him a day off every now and then? Being a superhero was a lot more exhausting than he had thought it would be. Helping people was great, yes, but it was so much work. There was always something to do, somewhere to go. Not only was he tired, he hadn’t had an orgasm all week!

“Give me the arms, please.”

“Of course … babe.”

Fesla’s chuckles rattled in his skull as he felt a warm, wet sensation travel up his back. It curled over his spotted fur, slithering its way to the base of his neck, before spreading out to his shoulders. Glancing down, he watched as the bright green and black fluid made its way down his arms. He briefly thought back on how the slime felt around his cock, resulting in it suddenly slowing down. Impatient, he tapped his foot, telling her to hurry up. Once it fully covered his hands, it solidified a tiny bit, taking a slightly darker coloration.

“Take a little longer next time, why dontcha?” Adrian whispered.

His alien companion replied by giving him a soft thump on the back. “Keep thinking about your dick instead of the mission and I will.”

“Hey,” Adrian flexed his fingers, looking around again, “you don’t know what it’s like having blue balls, it’s torture! I mean, can you even get horny?”

“Not really, or at least not in a way you’d understand,” the symbiote’s voice replied in the cheetah’s head, “The desire to reproduce isn’t very strong for my species.”

“Well, thank goodness for that,” Adrian joked half-seriously. As symbiotes, the slime-like Nel species, which Fesla belonged to, had the ability to reproduce by fully consuming a host. This turned them into another Nel, who would proceed to do the same. Thankfully, she claimed that most symbiotes never did this unless their host was already on their deathbed. As Adrian was very much alive, he had nothing to worry about. The Nel could do this whenever they wanted, technically, but as they needed a host at almost all times, this was rare.

The desire to protect one’s host was strong, Fesla had explained when they had first bonded years ago. Since Nel were incapable of directly consuming food or making their own energy, they required a host to feed off of. This process was painless, fortunately, as the only effect it had on a host was the need to eat more than usual. In return, the symbiote protected them, granting them incredible strength. It was a close, mutualistic bond. At least, it normally was. There was the occasional selfish Nel that would rapidly jump between bodies, draining each one dry in the process.

Still, Adrian trusted her, seeing as it was practically impossible for her to lie to him. Having a second set of thoughts coming from his back at all times felt odd, to say the least, but it did have its advantages. Although, being so connected also meant that she knew the best ways to tease him, sexually or otherwise.

“Alright, we should probably do this quietly,” he whispered as he reached for the lock. Gently, he grabbed it, placing his other hand on the container door. It was a relatively small lock, considering what it was protecting, but it would be loud to just break. “Maybe we can slowly bend the bars and-”

The cheetah’s arms suddenly jerked, violently ripping off the lock. Surprised, his grip loosened, causing him to inadvertently throw it behind him. It loudly slammed against the side of another container, hard enough to leave a dent, the sound echoing through the metal maze. Ears flattening back in panic, he jumped into the shadows, hiding their green arms behind his back.

“Fesla!”

“Oh, now you wanna take it slow?” The alien waited a second before letting go of his arms, giving him back full control. “Is it really that hard for you to go five minutes without thinking about getting off?”

“That was reckless, but okay, okay. You made your point, geez. I know I need to focus, but I’m just … I’m pent up, okay? We’ve been at this nonstop lately, I really need some time to relax after this.”

“Then let’s get this done with, already. The sooner we’re done, the sooner we can take a break.”

Nodding, Adrian looked around the corner, seeing nobody. Still suspicious, he creeped as quietly as he could back to the container door. There was no way that crash had gone unheard. He made a mental note that she owed him an orgasm when this was over, knowing full well she could hear.

Opening it up, he found that he had been correct with his earlier guess. A dozen crates and boxes holding various firearms and their ammunition were stacked together on either side. They didn’t see anything else, though they still made sure to check for any kind of booby traps. Effortlessly ripping one of the crates open, the pair was surprised at how poor the haul was. All the guns were either rusting, or were older models that had long since been obsolete. The local crime bosses must have been running out of money if this was all they could afford. And if that was so, they were really going to be pissed when the police confiscated everything.

Fesla’s slime-like body undulated across Adrian’s back, a motion he knew was her equivalent of a smile. “Wow, I guess we really are making a difference. These guys are getting desperate. With any luck, we can run them out of the city soon. Then we can finally turn our focus back on finding Vaal.”

Vaal. The reason for Fesla being on Earth in the first place. A rogue Nel wanted for her many crimes, she had thus far eluded the pair, despite their best efforts. They had heard rumors she had some kind of connection to this city, but beyond that they hadn’t managed to track her down. Still, they were making progress. Once free of distractions, it would only be a matter of time until they caught her.

“Yeah, finally. Alright, let’s shut this and call- wait … do you hear that?”

“Oh no, run!”

After slamming the door closed as quietly as he could, Adrian spun and broke into a sprint. A dull pain began to flare from the bottom of his spine, only to get immediately relieved as the symbiote began to spread down his legs. Green slime snaked its way across his body, from his neck to his feet. With Fesla assisting in pushing and moving his body, his speed quickly doubled. It doubled again by the time the symbiote fully covered his legs in her warm embrace. With a leap more powerful than he’d be capable of on his own, the feline bounded off the side of another container. Arms outstretched, he grabbed onto the side of a nearby crane, pulling himself up onto one of the supporting bars. The speed and grace at which he moved was incredible, even for a cheetah.

It had taken Adrian and Fesla a while to learn to work together like that. After much practice, and quite a few mistakes, the two had learned to almost perfectly sync their minds. Her “suit,” as they called it, increased the force of all his movements. As he moved, she moved as well, either amplifying or counteracting his actions. It was great, perfect for fighting.

There was one little problem with it, though.

In order to fully extend over his body, Fesla had to quote-unquote “anchor” herself on him. Since burrowing into his skin was not an option, there was only one other place she could use: his ass. Forming a thick green tentacle, she slipped herself in, allowing her to extend down his legs.

Running around with what was essentially a dildo shoved up his ass was a tad bit difficult. But, like with their coordination, it got easier with practice. Likewise, the feel of her wiggling on and over his cock and balls had gotten easier to ignore. That is, if she wasn’t intentionally teasing him in her warm, wet hug.

Thankfully, she was not teasing him at the moment. Instead, she was helping him climb up to the top of the crane. Every little shift of his legs only served to make him more and more aware of the green rod penetrating his backside. The erection he was rapidly growing didn’t help, either.

The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps down below got his attention back.  Reaching the top, he squatted down and leaned over the edge. Three masked figures suddenly appeared out of the darkness, pistols drawn. One of them immediately made for the red container, throwing open the door. The other two stood guard, scanning the area, ready to shoot anything that moved. Adrian prepared himself to jump down if need be, but, like most bad guys, they neglected to look up. A good thing too, seeing as how bright green was not exactly stealthy. (It also didn’t help that he was in only a small undershirt and gym shorts. He always wore as little as possible when going out on a mission, both because Fesla couldn’t expand over his clothes, and because he didn’t want to risk someone recognizing him).

“Only three?” Adrian cocked his head. Surely there was more hiding out of view? If this shipment was so important, wouldn’t they send as many guards as possible?

“We did arrest like twenty of them last week,” Fesla’s tightened her suit around him, simultaneously pushing a tiny bit deeper into his rear, “They might be running out of henchmen.”

“Or we scared them so bad they all quit.”

The apparent leader of the group, a short male fox, pulled out a small radio. The duo stayed put. They wouldn’t be able to hear what he was saying, but weren’t worried. If he called for backup, that would only make it easier to catch more of these cronies when the police showed up. He never got a chance to even attempt a call, however. No sooner had he lifted the radio to his mouth, a bright flash suddenly illuminated the area. The other two thugs, a doe and a large male lion in matching black attire, turned and fired several shots in the direction of the flash.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A terrified avian scream replied from between two large crates. “AAAH! WAIT! DON’T SHOOT!”

The fox yelled at the unseen bird to show herself. Two blue-feathered hands were immediately raised over the crates, their shaking visible even in the dark. Slowly, the rest of the figure came out from behind cover. She was a smartly dressed blue jay, and was carrying a camera around her neck, which the lion quickly ripped off and chucked to the ground. It shattered instantly, making the bird screech in panic again. Grabbing her by the arm, the lion shoved her into the light.

“Who the fuck are you!?” the fox yelled as he took a step forward to point the barrel of his gun in her face.

“Please! I wasn’t doi-“ She attempted to take a step back, prompting the doe to fire a warning shot at the ground.

BANG!

“You work for the Falcon or something? You think you can just come on our turf and steal our shit!?”

“What!? I didn’t steal anyth-“

“How did you open that lock!?”

“I didn-“

This time it was the lion’s turn to yell. “She’s a fucking cop!”

“Ah shit.” Adrian stood up, preparing to jump down. This just got a lot more complicated. They didn’t have time to wait for backup now, they couldn’t let this lady get hurt. So much for having an easy day. “Mask!”

Fesla mumbled something he couldn’t make it. He repeated his request, but the symbiote hesitated. “Wait. I don’t like this. There’s … something wrong.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s … why does she …”

“We don’t have time! We’ll deal with whatever later! Do the mas- guuhlp!”

Adrian was cut off by several small tendrils suddenly slithering into his mouth. Three on each side ran over the inside of his cheeks, while one attached to the roof of his mouth. The tight, warm sensation that covered the rest of his body began rapidly moving its way up his neck. His vision took on a green tint as Fesla fully engulfed his head with her slime, momentarily blocking his breathing. This only lasted a second, thankfully, as another, much larger, tendril pushed its way into his mouth. Ironically, despite stuffing his airway, it acted as sort of a snorkel, giving him a tube to get air through. The taste of it on his tongue as it made its way down his throat was nearly overpowering, though not exactly unpleasant.

Knowing time was running out to save the poor bird, the cheetah’s hands shot up to his face. Grabbing the sticky dark slime, he pulled it away, molding it into a short cylinder. It opened in his grip, splitting sideways down the middle. The other end of the large tentacle flattened into a long green tongue, licking the sharp teeth that began to take shape. Two holes formed to create the nose, while the emerald eyes settled and took shape over his. The tendrils in his mouth moved him to snap his jaws a few times, causing Fesla’s newly formed mouth to do the same. With two more pulls to form the ears, their mask and suit was complete.

Despite him being a feline, Fesla opted to take on an appearance that was near identical to a wolf when in her suit form, complete with fake fur. With Adrian’s body completely enveloped, it was impossible to tell it was just a suit. Indeed, everyone thought the superhero was a wolf, albeit a green one with the strange power of being able to melt herself. Nobody knew Adrian existed. This was fine with him. Though he would have liked to get at least some credit for their heroics, he knew the benefits of having a secret identity. Not to mention, he didn’t want to risk her being taken away and experimented on. It wasn’t like space aliens were a common sight, after all.

Now ready, the pair jumped down from the crane, landing with a dramatic pose. Her slime hardened for a split second before the impact. Despite being high up, he was unharmed, as the suit absorbed the shock of the fall. The sound of their landing was also drowned out by the fox’s yelling.

“Where’s your partner!? Cops never come alone!”

The doe roughly shoved her pistol under the bird's beak. Her partners stood to her right, their guns trained on the supposed cop. “Talk! Where are they!?”

“Behind you.”

The deer spun around to face this new voice, receiving a fist to the nose for doing so. She stumbled back, dropping her gun to protect her face. The bird yipped in alarm, jumping back behind the crates. The fox, meanwhile, barely had time to react before Adrian knocked his pistol out of his hands. A punch to the stomach followed by a left hook dropped him to his knees.

The lion, though, was faster than his partners. Seeing both of them fall to the ground, he aimed his gun at the wolf’s head and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

He just barely missed, the bullet grazing Fesla’s fur as she jerked Adrian’s head to the side. Using that trademark cheetah swiftness, he spun around, grappling the other feline. Wrestling for control of the pistol, Adrian jerked the lion's arms up as he fired another two shots into the air. With a ferocious roar, the latter stepped forward, headbutting the wolf as hard as he could.

Although Adrian was protected from the blow, thanks to the goopy malleability of Fesla’s mask, the hit still stunned him for a brief second. Sensing this, the symbiote took control of his body for him, forcing his knee up toward the lion’s crotch.

The alien’s ability to briefly solidify her body came in handy at times like this. With incredible speed, the wolf’s knee collided with the lion’s (rather large) testicles. The sensitive spheres squished around Fesla and Adrian's leg, though the cheetah could not feel it, something he was thankful for. The shock and pain immediately sapped all of the gunman’s strength, allowing the pair to yank the pistol out his hands. Eyes watering, he was unable to cover himself, as Fesla knocked his arms away. By grabbing him by his mane, she was able to force him to his knees.

However, they didn’t have enough time to take advantage of this. The fox had managed to stand back up, while the doe was attempting to do the same. Seeing the former reach for the knife on his belt, Fesla’s jerked Adrian’s right leg back. A choked gasp escaped the vulpine’s lips as their heel slammed directly into his left ball, flattening it against his pelvis. It quivered pathetically under the blow, just barely surviving a brutal popping. His legs instantly gave out, causing him to collapse with a wavering groan.

But the lion was still standing. So, using the squishy fox nut like a trampoline for her foot, the symbiote brought that leg forward again. The lion’s eyes bulged out, his feet briefly leaving the ground from the sheer force of her kick.

WHAM!

He was still in the air when she hopped onto her other foot, sending another colossal kick between his legs. Adrian was again relieved that he didn’t have to feel the other male’s balls squishing between his toes. He did not want to know how much that hurt, just watching already made him ache in sympathy. With an audible thud, the henchman fell backwards, too overwhelmed by nut agony to even cup himself. The sizable orbs were visible through his tight pants, sporting equally sizable dents.

Now there was only the deer to deal with. Seeing the wolf charge at her, she raised her arms to protect her face, only for Fesla to slide onto one knee. A punch straight to the cunt followed by an uppercut to the chin was all it took to have her rolling in the ground like her male partners.

And just like that, the fight was over. Not even ten seconds had passed. The pair looked down at the groaning goons, making sure to grab their weapons.

“Welp,” Fesla bragged to herself, “that was easy. Not even a scratch!”

“Did you really need to hit them in the balls, though?” Adrian mentally asked as he stepped over the fox, who had curled into a fetal position. The alien’s tendrils slithered around in his mouth as she answered him.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it? If it’s between our lives or some criminal’s nuts, I’m choosing their nuts every time. They’re just lucky I didn’t pop ‘em. Anyways, let’s get these guys against the wall and check on that lady.”

Tossing the three henchmen in a heap next to the red container, they turned to find said lady grabbing her broken camera off the ground. She was saddened to find it completely destroyed, but chirped in excitement when they walked up to her. They didn’t even get a chance to speak before she ran up to them, bouncing on her feet and holding a hand to her chest.

“OhmygoshthatwassocoolI’vealwayswantedtoseeyouinactionI’mlikeyourbiggestfan!”

“… Huh?” The alien blinked. Even the cheetah couldn’t keep up with whatever she just said.

“OhhahasorryItalkreallyfastwhenI’mexcited!”

“… Riiiight, uh … Are you okay?”

“Ohyeahimfinetheyalmostshotmebu-!”

“Yeah, okay, you’re gonna need to slow down, please.”

The blue jay nodded, taking a deep breath to compose herself. “Ha, yeah sorry. That was just so … holy- … I-I’m just really excited to meet you!”

“You know who I am?” Fesla raised an eyebrow, moving Adrian’s body to place his hands on their hip. This woman was pretty happy, for someone that had just narrowly escaped being shot in the face.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been following your case for years! I know you always turn down interviews and public appearances and things, but you’ve done so much for this city!”

“Uh, thanks … I’m sorry, um, who are you, exactly?”

“Oh! Name’s Ellie, Ellie Palmer! I am an independent, freelance, nonprofit, professional, in-training, crime stopper slash investigator!”

“Rolls right off the tongue,” Adrian joked to himself.

“You mean a vigilante.” Fesla summarized, looking Ellie over. There was something about this woman that was making her feel weird, but she just couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was. They’d met a lot of interesting people in their line of work, but this lady was different, somehow. The alien mentally voiced this concern to the cheetah, who told her to ignore it for now.

“Heh, well, that would imply I fight crime. I’m not a fighter. I mean, look at me. These arms would probably snap if I threw a punch, haha!” Ellie brought her hand to her chest again, like she was having trouble breathing, despite not being out of breath.

“So then what the hell are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was taking pictures! I’ve been investigating this gang for years, trying to, y’know, take them down and stuff. Well, I did some snooping around and found out that there was going to be a weapons shipment here tonight! I followed those three here and was gonna get some pictures to have them arrested. I’m pretty sure the guns are in that container, actually!”

“They are. Wait, what do you mean you followed them? Followed them from where?”

“Oh, I was stalking their hideout, and saw them leave! When I realized they were heading here I knew I had to track them! They parked at the gate and ran here after we heard this loud bang.”

“You know where their hideout is!?” Fesla took a step closer, making sure the still curled up trio couldn’t hear.

“Yup! Er, well I know where one of them is, anyway.”

“Why haven’t you told the police?”

“Oh, uh … heh, ‘bout that …” The bird rubbed her arm, looking away shyly.

“What?”

“I’ve been trying to, um, find you? Most other superhero types make a lot of public appearances, but you don’t, so it’s been hard to track you down. Yes, I’ve been investigating this gang for years and have been collecting info, but I didn’t have anyone I could trust with it. I’m not gonna hand it over to the police, and we both know the government still has people that are being paid off. You’re the only one that I know for sure has the city's interests at heart, so I’ve been holding off on releasing anything until I could give it to you. But now that you’re here, we can work together!”

“Work together? What do you mean?” the symbiote asked out loud.

“What the hell is up with her eyes?” she asked Adrian, “It’s like they keep changing color in this light.” He unhelpfully replied that everything looked green to him.

“I’m your new partner of course! Every great superhero has a partner slash helper!” Ellie clapped, scratching her chest again. Moving a hand over her beak, she added with a whisper: “... slash lover.”

“Uhhh … are … are you being serious?”

“Well yeah! I might not be a, like, shapeshifter like you, but I make up for it! I mean, I’m incredibly smart, passionate for justice, an expert detective, great at public speaking, and I’m a tech wiz!”

Adrian attempted to laugh around the tendrils, “Quite the résumé. Not very stealthy though.”

“Yeah, um, sorry but I’m kinda a solo act,” Fesla awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. Her tongue slid across her teeth, wiggling the largest tentacle in Adrian’s mouth to make him stop talking. “I’m not looking for a sidekick right now. This is dangerous work, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can defend myself! I know karate! Plus I’m a crack shot with a gun! Y’know, I’ve never seen you use a gun! I could teach you if you want!!”

Fesla didn’t mention it out loud, but noticed that the blue jay had just contradicted herself about her earlier statement about not being a fighter. She shook her head at the offer of firearms training, “Yeah, no. I don’t kill people.”

The cheetah quipped that killing people’s sex life seemed fine with her, earning another wiggle in retaliation.

Ellie, not to be turned down that easily, launched into a variety of ways she could assist Fesla in fighting crime. The alien sighed and apologized, but told her, again, that she was not looking for a partner. The bird was disappointed at being rejected by her hero, making a point to dramatically sigh and begin to turn away. This sadness swiftly turned into annoyance, however, when the wolf stopped her to request the information she had about the gang’s hideout.

“If you don’t need me, why not find it yourself?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean- fuck, sorry. That slipped out, I didn’t mean it like that! I just … please, I want to be a real crimefighter so bad! There must be something I can do! I want to help people too! I want to rescue the city! I’ve always dreamed of bringing down the crime families and getting a statue built in my honor! I want to hear crowds screaming their praises as I save the day!”

“Being a superhero is not about being praised or rewarded. This line of work requires complete selflessness.” The wolf turned to briefly growl at the fox, who had slightly uncurled himself. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes made it clear that trying to get up would earn the vulpine another punt to the plums. “But if you really want to help: just tell me where the hideout is! This could be our chance to stop all of this right here and now!”

“Our chance? How is it our chance? You just said you need to be selfless, but you’re just gonna use my hard work to be a hero?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I spent forever snooping around to get all this information! You just want me to tell you everything, with nothing in return? I think I deserve at least some compensation! Like being your partner!”

“I … Where the hell is this coming from? Compensation? Do you think I make money from this or something?” Fesla was taken aback at the bird’s outburst. This lady was definitely not cut out to be a superhero if she would only help others in exchange for a reward. Not to mention, the way she was constantly switching between emotional extremes was odd, to say the least. But they still needed this information. This was important. They had to get her to calm down first, though.

“I … I-I’m sorry, it’s just … I’ve looked up to you for years! You’re just so cool, and hot, and inspiring, and heroic, and sexy! I just want to be your lover!”

“I understand that, but- wait … Sexy? Lover?”

Blushing, Ellie looked down and rubbed her arm awkwardly. Her blushing got even more intense when the wolf asked if she was flirting with her.

“No! Of course not!! I meant partn- just forget I said that!” She paused for a brief second, before continuing under her breath: “Unless you’d be okay with that…”

Looking the woman over, Fesla suddenly got an idea. Ignoring her partner telling her that it was dumb, the symbiote moved his body to lean forward. Taking the opportunity to try and determine Ellie’s eye color, she placed her hand on the bird’s shoulder, rubbing her thumb along her neck. “You think I’m sexy?”

It took a moment for Ellie to respond, stuttering like she had just orgasmed on the spot. “Um, w-well I uh, um, uh … Holy fuck you're actually touching me …”

“Is that what this is all about?” Fesla brought her other hand up to sensually caress the blue jay’s beak. This was it, she had Ellie right where she wanted her. Now the alien just had to get the bird somewhere private, and she could seduce the information out of her.

“Y-y-you’re touching me! I’ve fingered myself to the idea of you touching me everyd- I MEAN- AH! Fuckfuckfuckfuck, holy shit I didn’t mean to say that! Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I don’t know why I said that! I didn’t mean it! I-”

That was all Fesla needed to hear. Gently holding Ellie’s beak shut, she leaned in to whisper a proposal into the woman’s ear.

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Shuddering as she came for the second time in three minutes, Ellie let out a deep sigh. Despite its sticky, goopy covering, the wolf’s cock slid into her with zero resistance.

Fesla, meanwhile, also let out a sigh as “her” dick entered the bird’s wet, warm pussy. Immediately, the appendage got to work forming little tentacles to massage the walls of Ellie’s cunt. Simultaneously, more green tendrils formed from the base of her cock, slithering up Ellie’s groin to begin sensually licking at her clit. This made Ellie gasp even louder. She had thought the wolf’s tongue had felt great, but this was simply divine. It was almost too much pleasure. Almost.

“Damn, her pussy feels amazing!” Fesla moaned into Adrian’s brain.

“I can’t feel anything,” he replied. The symbiote’s slime enveloped his cock completely, like an ultra-thick, green condom. As the symbiote was not embedded in his skin, the pair did not have the ability to share physical sensations. This was incredibly useful in combat, as it meant that getting punched harmed neither of them. But now, here, Adrian was dying to know what this pussy felt like. This lady was kinda weird, but damn was she cute as hell.

“Too bad,” his partner teased with a laugh, “you’re really missing out.”

He groaned, both at her and at the deep, needing soreness radiating from his balls. The poor things were aching, throbbing in desperation, begging him to let them release their pent-up load. After having a pussy shoved in his face for the last hour, a pussy he never even got to taste, he was beyond horny. Not only had he not gotten a chance to jerk off this week, but Fesla had been teasing him all day. He needed to cum, now. Unfortunately, Fesla seemed determined to not let that happen. She was even moving his hips in slow thrusts, knowing that he always liked to go as fast as possible when he jerked off.

The alien’s plan to seduce the information out of Ellie served two purposes. First, it gave the bird the compensation she had requested. Second, it was the perfect way to teach the cheetah a lesson for annoying her with his constant complaining about his testicles. Blue-balls this, blue-balls that, all day long. At first, Fesla had been sympathetic, and had even been planning to help get him off when they got home. But now, after having to listen to him moan about it nonstop, she was going to draw this out as long as possible.

Despite initially thinking it was dumb, Adrian had decided to go along with this because he had thought he would get to use his cock, not the slimy green one that covered it. It wasn’t that the symbiote felt bad around his length, but she was actively making sure he was getting zero friction from their thrusts. Essentially, he was having sex, without the sex. Seeing how much Ellie was clearly loving this didn’t help either.

The “freelance crime stopper,” as she had called herself, had only requested to be kissed and fondled a little, but Fesla had decided to go all out, just to be sure. First, an hour of oral, followed by a long session of fingering, then finished off with a slow, deep fucking. The poor girl was practically delirious with pleasure, a complete contrast to the feline. The only thing the wolf hadn’t done was play with Ellie’s breasts. The blue jay claimed to be extremely self-conscious about her boobs, and had refused to take her shirt off. Fesla figured that this was why she had kept touching her chest.

Whatever. Fesla didn’t care or mind at all. Plus, if anything, it was only making Adrian even more desperate for stimulation.

“Dammit, Fesla! My balls feel like they’re gonna explode!”

The alien moved his hips to thrust in as deep as they could. “Oh man, she’s so damn wet!”

“Uuuugh. Just let me cum! Or just feel her a little bit!”

“What? No! You can’t just cum inside a random woman without at least asking first!”

“Then ask!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.” The symbiote moved to kiss Ellie’s neck, ignoring his pleas with a chuckle. “Just wait until we get home tomorrow. I’ll do that thing you like.”

“I can’t wait that long!” The tiniest, teasing little bit of movement across the bottom of his shaft prompted the cheetah to involuntarily purr.

“What, am I not good enough?” She made a point of thrusting in as far as possible again, pushing balls deep in Ellie’s cunt and tentacle deep in Adrian’s ass. The adorable feline moan he gave earned another laugh from the alien. “It sure seemed like you enjoyed it last time.”

“Fesla.”

“Dude, look. If I let your dick out, she’ll know this is just a suit. We’re not supposed to let anyone know that, remember? And I couldn’t let you eat her out because your tongue feels a lot different than mine. Just wait, let her cum a few more times, then she gives us the information and we can go.”

Ellie suddenly wrapped her legs around the wolf’s waist. Hands rubbing all over the fake, green fur, the bird made it clear that Fesla was not allowed to pull out. The latter reciprocated the touching, slithering her long tongue into the bird’s mouth.

“See!?” Adrian gripped Ellie’s waist for support as his partner increased the speed of their thrusts. “She does want me to cum in her!”

“She wants my cum, not yours. Besides, what if she’s one of those weirdos that collects your semen to, like, do a DNA test on you and find out who you are? Seriously hon, just wait.”

The cheetah did, genuinely, try to be patient. He tried running through various fighting techniques in his mind. He tried doing math problems. He even tried imagining himself getting whacked in the nuts. None of it worked, especially since Fesla had decided to be a bit merciful and removed the slime on his palms. Her soft, blue feathers felt so lovely, but it only left him wanting more. He just knelt there, watching thrust after thrust, hearing Ellie cum over and over and over again. He wasn’t even able to reach down and touch the blue jay’s clit, as his companion wouldn’t let him move his arms far enough.

After he begged her yet again, Fesla gave up and said that she would compromise with him. Before he could ask what she meant, the symbiote began sliding her tentacle out of his ass. Thrusting forward, she pushed it back in. Then she pulled it almost all the way out again, only to thrust and push deeper into his ass. His adorable moans were so loud that Fesla had to close her mouth to prevent Ellie from hearing them. “There we go! Just imagine I’m you, and you’re her.”

Eventually, this became just too much for him to endure. Between the visuals, his imagination, his ass, and Fesla constantly gasping about how great her pussy was, he just couldn’t take it. Despite having only the absolute bare minimum amount of physical stimulation on his cock, he could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. Alerting his partner to this, he felt his body being jerked back as Fesla tried to pull out. Ellie refused to let this happen, and pulled them back into an embrace.

“Do not cum inside her!” The alien hissed in his mind, trying to keep her outward composure calm. She stopped her anal play, hoping to calm him down.

“I- oh, ooooh m-my- I can’t h-hold it!”

“Do NOT cum! I won’t let you ruin our secret just because you can’t keep it in your balls!”

“I’m tryi- ah! Ah fuck! C-cumming! Aaah!”

Sighing in both satisfaction and disappointment, the cheetah shivered as his cock exploded into the suit. Fesla’s sucked in a breath, feeling his balls contract as his dick began pumping out a tidal wave of cum. A week's worth of semen was simply too much for the symbiote to contain, in a moment it would begin leaking through her slimy fake dick. Normally, she could have just redirected more of her biomass to her crotch to hold it, but she was using all the spare slime she had to pleasure Ellie.

Fesla had to act fast, she couldn’t let him cum inside the blue jay. Apologizing, she did the only thing she could think to do.

With a gulp, Adrian’s eyes grew huge as the suit suddenly began pumping the sticky, white liquid down his throat. Acting quickly, the alien had morphed her suit to form a tube-like funnel from his cock, to the largest tendril in his mouth. Each cumshot that escaped his dick was quickly directed up the suit. Pump after pump of his own seed splashed across his tongue, forcing him to swallow, lest he choke on it.

This was not the first load the feline had swallowed in his life, but never had he tasted his own before. He had to admit, his cum didn’t taste that bad. But, still, even the best tasting liquid in the world wouldn’t have prevented him from gagging at the sheer volume. It just kept coming, from his balls, out his cock, up the suit, and into his throat. His hands gripped the bird’s hips tighter, his own hips being moved faster. It was both sexy yet humiliating, and his cock just continued to shoot out more and more. No wonder his balls had been so sore.

Fesla apologized again, though this time with a slight giggle in her voice. “I told you not to cum! Just be thankful this was easier to do with your mouth instead of your butt.”

She was careful to regulate the flow of seed slowly, so as not to completely flood his mouth. This was the only way to prevent it from seeping through the suit, but she wasn’t going to be cruel about it. That being said, she was also careful to make sure that it all shot on his tongue, so he had to taste it. The tentacle angled its tip right at the end of his tongue, allowing its liquid to spray all over the inside of his mouth. Simultaneously, in an effort to trick Ellie that her wolf cock was real, the alien shot off several small blasts of her slime into the bird’s womb.

Fortunately, the feel of the wolf’s cock throbbing was apparently enough to give Ellie another orgasm. The tentacles working her clit went into overdrive, doing their best to give her as much pleasure as possible. Her hands practically melted into the wolf’s fur, holding on for dear life as she worked through her strongest orgasm yet.

Fesla couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the situation. Resting her head on the bird’s shoulder, she continued to pump fake cum into Ellie and real cum into Adrian.

This really was a great plan.

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The cold night air made the feline shiver as he crossed the street. Going from being all snug in the warm suit to being almost completely exposed to the elements was quite the contrast. They had to be stealthy now, so he was back to just his undershirt and shorts.

“I don’t get it, why the old mall? I thought that place had been scheduled to get torn down months ago.” Adrian could still taste his own seed as he swiftly made his way down the empty sidewalk. They had several blocks to go, but using a car would attract too much attention. At least he didn’t have anything up his ass right now, so it was easier to jog.

“It was,” his partner answered, curled up on his back, “They’ve obviously paid someone off.”

“Yeah, but it’s still an odd spot for a hideout, or weapons cache, or whatever they’re using it for. I swear, if Ellie is wrong and this was all a huge waste of time …”

“You saw the photos she had, they were definitely doing something in there. Besides, we have to pursue every lead we get, babe. Saving the city is-”

“- is more important than jerking off. Yes, I know. You’ve only said it a hundred times today.” The feline licked his lips, still adjusting to not having tentacles in his mouth. He had thus far refused to talk about the whole cum thing, mainly because he was embarrassed to admit he had kinda liked it.

“Cause you’ve tried to jerk off a hundred times. But look: if this is really it, we can deal a major blow against the gangs. And if it’s empty: we can call it a night and you can go masturbate as much as you want!”

The male groaned that, after what just happened, he was completely spent. At least his balls felt lighter now, though.

“You’re welcome,” Fesla pushed a small tentacle out from under his shirt to lightly pat his ass. “But if it’s any consolation: her pussy felt really fuckin’ good.”

Rolling his eyes with a huff, he told her she owed him a satisfying orgasm when they got home. She agreed, giving him another spank to hurry him along. After looking behind him to make sure no one was there, he increased his pace as she began listing all the various ways she was going to fuck him silly when they got home. He laughed despite his annoyance, telling her to stop so that he wouldn’t have to run with a boner. She continued, promising more sexy acts in-between brainstorming infiltration plans.

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