Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains STRAIGHT CUB SEX, INCEST, VIOLENCE, GORE, and DEATH.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED.  For those of you who I haven't scared away... enjoy!

Run.  That was the only word in Kaori's mind.  Her life, her soul, her entire being depended on this one word.  It would only be a matter of moments before the Tokyo Metropolitan Police were pounding down her door.  And yet, she remained glued to the screen.  Just a few more seconds... a few more seconds... it would all be worth it if she could just find this one file...

"It's not worth it, Kaori!" cried the voice in her head.  "They'll be there any second!"

"Shut up, Taichi!  I know what I'm doing!"

But he was right.  It was no use.  If she hadn't found it now, she wasn't going to get it.  Grabbing her pistol from the desk, she ran to the window and leapt out, just barely clearing the ledge as the door exploded inwards.

A hail of gunfire erupted, bullets ricocheting off the walls as the feline clambered up the pipe on the adjacent building.  The first trooper stuck his black-helmeted head out the window as she reached the top.  She barely paused to fire two shots in return, not aiming to kill, but merely to distract the cop.  Self-preservation was still one of the few instincts that the Corporation hadn't managed to wipe completely from their lackeys.

Sirens squealed as the cub ran forward, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.  It would only be seconds before the helicopters were in the air, tracking her through the geometric sameness of Shinjuku.  There was only one possible escape -- the sewer.  But she was still several hundred meters from the nearest access point.  She couldn't make it.

Or could she?

"Taichi, find me a sewer entrance!" Kaori cried, adjusting the earpiece as she ran.

A few tense seconds passed as Kaori continued to run, her paws barely making a sound against the hard concrete of the rooftops.  Her life depended on her mate's skills with the computer, his ability to track her and navigate the labyrinthine byways of cyberspace, digging through plans some forty, fifty years old.

At long last, Taichi's voice rang in Kaori's ear, providing her the exit she needed.

"Right, fifty meters, center of the alley convergence!"

Kaori's well-trained paws worked almost before her mind could even consciously conceive the order.  In mere seconds, she was sliding down another pipe, then down at ground level, staring at the promised sewer grate.  She sprang forward, using her momentum as she passed to pull up the grate, then threw herself back over the large piece of metal, dropping down into the murky depths below.

A splash and a clang accompanied the feline's landing.  Automatically, she pressed herself into the shadows, looking up at the grate, her pistol held at the ready.  She had no idea if anyone had seen her disappearance into the sewer, but she needed to know now if she was being tailed.

The cub used the few tense moments to catch her breath.  Despite her twelve years, the feline was quite athletic, from a lifetime of running from the cops.  Her black jumpsuit clung to her skin, revealing every curve of the barely-pubescent girl's body.  She may have been thin, but the cat girl knew a thing or three about handling herself in a fight.  The gun in her paw was practically an extension of herself.  When she aimed to kill, nothing could stop her bullet finding its mark.

As her heart rate returned to normal, she ran the evening's op through her mind.  She'd felt so sure she that she'd broken through the Corporation's security protocols this time!  But their spider network once again hadn't worked fast enough.  They were always just shy of getting to the good stuff before they had to break off to run from the cops.  She'd come so close this time, too!  Of course, she also came close to getting her ass handed to her.  The close call with the Tokyo Met Pol would definitely be left out of her report to Taichi when she returned.

Once satisfied that she wasn't being followed, the cub returned her gun to the holster on her hip, and set off through the sewer.

"All clear," she whispered.  "Tai, bring me home."

A sigh greeted her.  "Kaori, you know how much I hate it when you call me that."

Kaori giggled.  "Sorry, TaICHI.  Now will you guide me back home?"

"I suppose.  Keep on going in that direction for about a kilometer, then take the left tube.  You should be able to find your way from there."

"Thanks, big bro," Kaori said.

Sure enough, as Kaori continued down the tunnel, she soon found herself in familiar territory.  Thirty minutes of trekking through ankle-deep fetid water found her back in the small encampment that their group had made its home.  Kaori wasted no time on pleasantries with the few other resistance members with whom she shared camp, going straight for the hut she shared with her big brother.

Taichi nearly leapt from his skin as Kaori burst through the door.  He fell backwards, his chair toppling, thankfully managing to avoid knocking his laptop off the table in the process.

"Kaori, don't scare me like that!" Taichi scolded as he pushed himself back up.

Kaori laughed and offered a paw to help him up.  "Sorry, brother.  I forgot."

Taichi dusted himeslf off.  "Just... don't let it happen again."

The two cats could hardly have looked more different.  Kaori, slim and athletic, contrasted sharply with the pudgy form of her older brother.  Taichi's fur was much more scraggly, and his leather jacket had holes in the arms and chest -- bullet holes from when its previous owner was shot trying to escape the Tokyo Metropolitan Police.  His jeans were two sizes two small, barely containing the curve of his belly.  Taichi couldn't run, and could barely hold his own in a fight, but what he lacked in physical prowess he made up for in his skill at the keyboard.  Few furs could navigate the maps of old Tokyo better than he, and his assistance had proved invaluable to several operations to disrupt the Corporation, though he could rarely play a direct role.  Accessing the net was dangerous from their sewer enclave, and was only attempted when absolutely necessary.

As Taichi righted his chair, Kaori walked right to the bed they shared and unzipped her jumpsuit, pulling it down and off her arms.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Taichi asked as he looked up at his sister, shaking his head slowly.

Kaori grinned and bent down as she pulled down her jumpsuit, wiggling her rear at her brother.  "Hey, I was out risking my butt for the future of civilization.  I can do what I damn well please."

Taichi sighed and shook his head, picking his glasses up where he left them on the desk, and donned them as he looked at his sister.  "I suppose you'll want me to perform."

"If you wouldn't mind," Kaori replied, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs.

With his usual sigh and a roll of his eyes, Taichi got down on his knees by the side of the bed, and buried his muzzle in his sister's crotch, working his tongue around her slit the way she liked.  While he'd never admit it to her, he secretly loved every second of the 'rewards' Kaori requested after returning alive from a run.

The female feline's paws flew right to her brother's head, urging him on as she pressed her hips up into his muzzle.  She panted softly, enjoying the warm feelings from her brother's tongue, and the intimacy of sharing such an act with him.  Neither fur quite knew how it got started, but neither was willing to stop it.  It felt too good, for both of them.

Taichi's well-trained tongue swirled all around his sister's clit, making frequent trips south to dip into her folds before returning to the tender nub.  His paws rested on her thighs, holding her legs open wide as he worked his muzzle around her crotch.

As usual, it didn't take Kaori long to reach her peak from her brother's ministrations.  A series of tiny gasps escaped her muzzle as she pressed her brother's head hard into her crotch, her body trembling through her orgasm.

Taichi swirled his tongue around his sister's pussy until she released his head, then crawled up on top of her and kissed her cheek.  "Guess it was good again, huh, sis?"

Kaori wrapped her arms and legs around her brother, her paws slipping under his jacket to the tattered t-shirt beneath.  "I need you, Taichi..."

The chubby cat grinned, reaching down to fumble with the button of his jeans.  "Anal again, or can I finally take your pussy?"

Kaori grinned and shook her head.  "Not yet, big bro.  Don't you like my butt?"

Taichi shuddered as he pushed his jeans down.  "Of course, sis... it's just-"

Kaori silenced her brother with a kiss on the lips.  It never failed to silence whatever argument Taichi would come up with.  Not that it would have swayed her, anyway, but it took up precious seconds, seconds he could have been using to fuck her, and Kaori wasn't about to have that.

Next thing they knew, Taichi's pants were gone, his sister's head against the pillow, the male's paw applying liberal amounts of lube from the ever-present bottle onto his cock, his paws shaking.  Kaori spread her legs wide, pushing her hips up to give her brother easy access to her tailhole.

Taichi wasted no time sinking into his sister's rear.  No matter how many times he fucked her, she was always as tight as the first time.  His paws gripped her hips as he drove in hard, eager to get off, driven on by the thought of once again busting a nut in his sister's ass.

Kaori's legs wrapped tight around her brother's waist as he drove in, pulling him in close.  She squealed softly in delight, squeezing him with arms and legs, willing him on, grinding her pussy into Taichi's soft belly as he began roughly thrusting into her -- just the way she liked it.  An outsider spying the coupling might assume that the girl was an unwilling participant.  The intimacy, the lust, the carnal need compelling these two on would be lost on him.  But that didn't matter.  Right now, all that mattered was Taichi's cock, Kaori's ass, and the delicious pounding that the former was providing the latter.  Sex, pure and simple.  That's what it was.  That's what they needed.

"Oh, gawds, sis," Taichi muttered, squeezing Kaori tight as he pounded into her.  "How do you stay so tight?"

Kaori grinned as she let out a soft, squeaky moan.  "M-my little secret, b-big bro..."

Taichi bit his lip to keep from moaning as he thrust as fast as he could into his sister.  While it was no secret that the two cats shared this special relationship, most of the others were still uncomfortable with it.  If it wasn't for the fact that the two were damn good at what they did, they would have already been driven from the enclave.  For now, they were tolerated, as long as they were neither seen nor heard in coitus.

The older cat was reaching his peak much more quickly than usual.  A primal urgency was pushing him on, as though a part of him knew that he needed to make this quick, like his life depended on it.  His balls churned, eager to spill what may have been their last load into his sister's waiting tailhole.

Had the two been a little louder, they might not have heard the sound of boots.  They might have even missed the first crack of rifle fire.  But while they were too lost in their love-making to stop, they certainly weren't too far gone to take necessary precautions.

In well-practiced motions, Kaori reached down, pulling the pistol from her holster on her discarded jumpsuit.  Taichi reached his paws under the pillow and withdrew two handguns of his own without breaking his rhythm of thrusting into his sister.  Both managed to wiggle around to face the door as it burst open.

"FUCK YOU!" Kaori screamed as the first Tokyo Metropolitan Police trooper burst in.  She gripped her gun tight in both paws, firing upside-down at the attacker, who fell without firing a shot.

Taichi failed to even make words, letting out a mere feral scream, firing both his pistols as the next three troopers stormed in, the first gunshot coinciding with his orgasm in his sister.

All sound evaporated as the walls suddenly erupted with holes from several automatic rifles being fired from outside.  The two cubs blindly turned their guns on the wall, firing wildly, desperately, hoping to take as many of their assailants with them as they could.

It was hopeless.  Both cubs knew that.  Though Kaori didn't truly recognise it until the first drop of her bother's blood hit her forehead, dripping from the gaping hole a lucky bullet had torn right between his eyes.

"Ta..."

Driven mad by the death of her brother, Kaori pushed his lifeless body from her, and pulled two more pistols from under the bed.  Letting out another feral cry, she ran out the door, firing wildly in every direction, her eyes unseeing.

The first bullet barely fazed her, the searing heat barely registering.  Her head cranked in the direction of the shot, and she just managed to put a bullet between the eyes of her attacker before the second bullet tore through her elbow, cleanly severing the nerves in her arm.

Wounded but far from incapacitated, Kaori fought on, firing on another trooper with her good arm, felling the black-clad officer with a bullet to the neck.  She dove forward, barely escaping another burst of gunfire from the enraged troopers.

The third, fourth, and fifth bullets were mere flesh wounds, grazing her arms and chest as she ducked and rolled.  The sixth struck her knee, sending her down and throwing off her aim as she squeezed off another round at a trooper hiding behind the hut she had shared with her brother.

When the seventh round tore into her lung, Kaori knew that she was done for.  Rounds eight, nine, and ten ripped right through her torso.  Round eleven shattered her jaw.  Round twelve pierced her heart, thankfully ending her suffering.  The rest were overkill.

The last shell casing echoed around the sewer dwellings.  Boots pounded against the metal gratings as more troopers surged in, checking for survivors, confiscating equipment, and rigging up explosives to wipe out the pitiful village.

As they pulled back, one trooper stopped to look at the lifeless body of the twelve year old cat.  He stared at her for a long moment, looking into her unblemished face, admiring the beauty of the girl.  Then he pulled out his sidearm, and emptied the clip into the girl's face, forever destroying another symbol of the resistance.  It was business as usual in Tokyo.