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Guess who decided to knock out more requests in between IRL garbo. Then guess who decided to sit on them until another alliterative month rolled around? Me. That's who.
Requests made by:
egk2
bobert
meisterli
Also, for meisterli, his story turned into a lil trade of sorts! Feel free to peek at his postings down below should you please:
Scratch VS the Data Squad
Dynamini Trials
Rain Rain Grow Away
For: egk2
Hand cupped against his fluffy cheek, orange tufts of fur peeking between his fingers, Andy wistfully sighed. Rain, persistent and pounding, rattled against the window alongside his desk.
“So much for best-laid plans...” Andy raspberried. Lips scrunched, his gaze drifted towards the crescent moon pendant catching against the leathery padding of his palm. He had been looking forward to this guilty pleasure, this shameless indulgence, all month! With that said...
“There's no controlling the weather,” the fox harrumphed. Least of all these utterly unknowable Macro March storms. They came and went so abruptly, and with such intensity, that there simply was no planning around them. Heavens knows he had tried.
Head tossed back, Andy slid down along the back of his chair. “Would it? Could it even work?” he asked aloud of nobody in particular. Huffing, his eyes lazily swiveled back towards the window. Streaks of lightning silently roiled among the dark purple clouds blanketing the sky.
Brushing a finger along the pendant, Andy violently shivered. A bitter chill, cold and constrictive, coursed through his veins. Fur puffed out, and his breath misting, the fox retracted his now numbed digit from its surface. “Curious...” he thought over the chittering of his teeth. Ears flicking, Andy couldn't help but reconsider. Given that the pendant's power was directly tied to the waxing and waning of the moon he would have thought, assumed even, that the cloudy skies would render it impotent and unresponsive. And yet...
He clasped the magical crescent moon, inlaid with sapphires, close to his breast. As wrinkled folds of flesh molded around its surface he could feel its influence bleed into his body. He could taste the moonlight, icy and crisp, on his tongue. He could feel a cold fire, all-consuming, radiate out from his chest. His pectorals exploded in size and strained his shirt. His fingers and toes chafed and bloated together as densely packed musculature rapidly accumulated. His thighs bunched against and pushed apart the arms of his chair.
FWOOSH
The instant Andy relaxed his grip the tantalizing taste of a transformation vanished. With a whine he visibly deflated. Huh. He turned towards the storm howling outside once more. Maybe... maybe this inclement weather wasn't an obstacle after all? What if it was, in fact, an opportunity?
Rising to a stand, his muddy black tipped tail swishing behind him, Andy timidly tiptoed up to the window. “This chance only comes around once a month after all...” he mulled to himself. “That and...”
A knowing smile crept up along the fox's lips. He had already proven to himself, if not the whole of the hemisphere, that his pendants reacted and responded quite favorably to magic beyond their own. Could it, would it, intermingle with the magics of Macro March?
Fingers pinched against his scruffy chin, Andy hummed. Worst case scenario? He risked coming home from a super sized night on the town smelling like wet dog. Best case scenario? His self-indulgent lycanthropy might give way to lycangrowpy and he could quite possibly swell to sizes, to proportions, he'd never before fathomed!
Andy grinned from ear to ear. Only one way to find out!
Tossing his chair aside the fox raced out his bedroom. Scrabbling along his home's hardwood floors, his his clawed toes noisily clacking beneath him, Andy hurled himself out the front door and headlong into the storm.
FWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH
Sheets of rain assailed him nigh instantaneously. The fox's ruby red shirt, sopping wet and muted in hue, clung to his chest like a second skin. Heart caught in his throat, Andy brought the pendant up to his neck and fumbled with the chain links. No sooner did he click them together than did-
BWOOOOOOOMPH
His sleeves split down the shoulder. Andy's petite limbs utterly exploded in size as mountainous layers of muscle bubbled up into being along his biceps and triceps. “W-w-woah...” Andy marveled. Staring down at his hands, his elongating fingers sprouting monstrous claws, he forced down a nervous swallow.
GRNNNNNNN
Eyes gone wide, the fox erfed when his prodigious pectorals bunched up against his chin. Squinting, Andy forced himself to pop his jaw as the rows of teeth lining his gums grew jagged and feral.
FWOFF
Pointed ears perked to attention, Andy pursed his lips and huffed and puffed at the wild mane of hair now matting against his face. In wild fits and spurts and knee knocking waves of pleasure the fox, turned werefox, embraced his animalistic ascendance.
GROARRRRRRRRR
Audiple pops, creaks, and groans emanated from Andy's thickening frame. Shuffling forward, every footfall heavier than the last, the werefox chuckled at the sensation of the sidewalk dimpling and molding to the contours and wrinkles of his broad feet. “So big... so fast...” his cratering baritone gleefully announced.
Never had he ever experienced a transformation this prompt and pronounced. Always always always it had been a slow burn. Something he eased into. This though? This was something altogether-
GRROAWWWWWWWWWW
Head tossed back, Andy gasped when his shirt exploded into a shower of cotton confetti. S-s-so much power. Too much even! Nearly wide as he was tall, the werefox panted while he cupped his hands against his chest. There, nearly lost between his cleavage, he spied the crescent moon pendant positively glowing. Individual drops of rain gravitated around it, caught in its orbit, as if it were a celestial body.
BWOOOOOOOOOOMP
Eyes gone wide, Andy warily blinked when his front lawn lurched away from him. Shaking his head, whoofing away the oncoming nausea, he staggered forward into the street running through his cul de sac.
It had been all of a matter of moments and already the werefox was outgrowing his neighborhood. Andy's heart pounded, and his lips trembled, as he tossed his bloated arms out to his sides and beckoned the Macro March storm to keep it coming.
FWOOOOOOOMP
Said storm was all too happy to provide.
Giggling, Andy splayed his bulbous toes and allowed street lights, then cars, then multistory homes to harmlessly catch in the gaps between them. Bigger.
BWOOOOOOOMPH
Visible shockwaves, colored by waves of rain, exploded out from the wumbo werefox. With a teasing twiddle he safely and snugly tucked lost the whole of his neighborhood in the fluff and flesh lined wrinkles of his broad soft soles. BIGGER.
BABABWOOOOOOOOOOMP
Andy shuddered at the sheer POWER of the lustful growls reverberating within his throat. He could feel the vibrations course out and away from his torso, tickle at his fingers and toes, before radiating out from the tips of his digits as shockwaves and tremors.
“This... is...”
KRAKOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The werefox could barely recognize, much less comprehend, his own voice. The low lying clouds swirling around his muzzle dissipated into a crackling mist as sound and fury pretending to be spoken syllables exploded out from between his lips.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Chin tucked against his chest, struggling to peer past his prodigious pecs, Andy tucked his ears close to his skull. Ough. This was... this was all happening so fast! Too fast! Head lost in the clouds, flashes of plasma billowing up from the tips of his ears, Andy blindly stumbled forward into the storm system. Hands held up before him he idly tried to swat away the torrent of lightning strikes pinching at his whiskers and cheeks.
THOOOOOOOOOM
Mountainous toes swung forward. Entire cities, zip codes, then counties found themselves swallowed up in the shadow of his step.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heated walls of air buffeted and howled across metropoli as the fat of the fox's feet blotted out the very horizon. Toes scrunched, Andy could barely even feel the untold masses caught up beneath them.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Enough!” Andy acked at the incessant assault of static and sparks. Nostrils flared, he drew deep of the ionized air and ozone that swirled about him. Chest puffed out, and lungs straining, the werefox slowly inhaled the whole of the Macro March storm.
Weather systems across the continent, across the ocean, across the whole of the planet were drawn towards the ravenous fox.
GLURK
Lakes' worth of liquid roared down Andy's throat with every swallow. Slurping down atmospheric rivers like they were nothing, giggling at how they crackled along his taste buds like they were but sparkling water, the werefox relentlessly continued to creep upwards and outwards. An unrecognizable mass of man and muscle came to sprawl across the state, then country, then continent he called home.
Big. Bigger. Biggest! Thrumming his hands along his stomach, the Macro March storm buzzing within, Andy shuddered with every wave of growth that racked his frame. Mmph. Tossing his head this way and that, unable to see past his own shoulders, the werefox harrumphed.
“Don't get me wrong I'm not about to complain about the destination...” he boomed. His spoken word roared through what little atmosphere remained ringed around his head and rattled the moon itself out of its orbit. “But the journey is what makes it memorable! Bleh. I couldn't even see what I was doing for half of it!”
Inventory Rising
For: Bobert
WEEOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo
Hands clasped firmly around the steering wheel, the plastic molding to the contours of his fingertips, Jeff sighed heavily when he pulled into the precinct parking lot. In fits and spurts the vehicle sputtered forward as the mouse guided it between the painted yellow lines.
FZZZTT
A crackle of sparks danced along the top of his cruiser when the strobe lights, and siren, abruptly flickered off.
TATUNK DONK TONK
One by one the tires explosively deflated before tucking inward toward the chassis. Bags readily accumulated under both Jeff's, and his partner's, eyes as their cruiser collapsed onto the asphalt.
“What a week, huh?” Jeff tiredly asked as he shifted the transmission into park.
“Captain, it's Wednesday,” Brianna exhaustedly retorted. Sliding down in her seat, seat belt catching against her breasts, the tanuki kneaded out the wrinkles lining her forehead. “How many car chases have we been on now?”
Running one hand through his curly orange hair Jeff blearily counted off with the other. “We're averaging out at...”
“Too many,” Brianna groaned.
After mapping out the math in his head... Jeff had no choice but to reluctantly nod along. “Now I know we're stretching ourselves a little thin,” the mouse coughed as he thrummed his fingers along the steering wheel. Reaching forward he plucked his keys out of the ignition.
“A little?” the tanuki asked. Wide eyed, Brianna turned to Jeff in disbelief. Her long curly hair, matted to her back, frazzled and poffed out. “I already have my forty hours in!”
Jaw agape, Jeff repeatedly tried and failed to find the right words. Stammering, and stuttering, at length he eventually settled for a simple shrug.
Head tossed to her side, Brianna groaned. “I get it. I do. With how active the Demon Clan has been lately we can't afford to let up. I mean...” Her eyes strained against the sides of their sockets as she looked past the partition separating the front seats from the back. There, tidily tucked away into meticulously labeled plastic bags, were reams of evidence. Fake IDs. Counterfeited currency. Hard drugs. “Every chase, every arrest, has been worthwhile. Just look at what we managed to get off the streets just today...”
Jeff dutifully nodded along while he unbuckled his seat belt. “...I think we've both earned the afternoon off, Brianna. We've been doing some damn fine work and I know better than to reward us with even more of it.” Stumbling out of his cruiser, legs stiff from sitting all day, the mouse beat the knots and kinks out of his back and behind.
Rolling out of the passenger seat, Brianna flopped her thick arms atop the cruiser. “You mean after we impound and inventory today's haul?” She thumbed to the back seats. The paperwork alone would carry them well into if not past happy hour...
“...After Caitlyn impounds and inventories today's haul,” Jeff quietly corrected her with a wiggle of his finger.
Flashing a toothy grin, Brianna chuckled to herself. “You're the boss, boss.”
Dragging an arm across her sweat stained brow, azure bangs dangling over her eyes, Caitlyn emphatically whewed. That was the last of it! Reaching up high, the tigress' thick fingers clasping at the raised trunk lid, she slammed it shut with a bulge of her hulking biceps.
THWAM
The deflated tires popped clean off the cruiser's chassis as the barely cracked driver's side and passenger windows explosively shattered. Shards of glass scattered across the parking lot.
Clapping her hands, Caitlyn mrowled contentedly as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. To think! Captain Jeff had trusted her, lil' old her, with the honor of inventory! Tail swishing furiously behind her, fists balled up and pumping at the air, she couldn't help but beam. Finally, finally, finally he'd recognized her!
WEEEOOOOOOOOOO
Eyes a twinkle, Caitlyn cupped her hands to her cheeks while marked and unmarked cars peeled out of the precinct. With a purr she dreamily watched as they hurtled across the smoldering asphalt she had, unknowingly, lined with glassy caltrops. T-t-to be entrusted with evidence, to be pulled onto an investigation into the Demon Clan, no less! Her days of a beat cop were all but behind her now she just knew it!
“One day!” the tigress dreamily sighed. Turning her attention to the plastic tubs at her feet, all but overflowing with evidence, she dropped to a crouch. Cheeks puffed out she hurfed as she lifted with her knees. “One day that'll be me...” Lips curled up into smile, Catilyn happily hummed to herself while she sauntered into the Crossroads Police Department.
POP FWOP BADOOOOOM
Pronounced pops, and the hiss of sparks, roared from the cruisers' bare rims when they lost all control and recklessly skid across multiple lanes of traffic.
TATISH
With a shuffle, Jeff raised the blinds to his office. “What in the Sam Hill is...” Shuffling forward in his chair, the roller wheels catching against the crumbs lining the tiled floor, the mouse's jaw went slack at the sorry sight unfolding outside his precinct.
“Somefin' the matter?” Brianna asked. Smacking her lips, the tanuki let a heavy hand come to rest upon Jeff's shoulders as she sidled up alongside him.
WEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo
Lurching forward, their faces smudged against the window, Jeff and Brianna's eyes warily swiveled down towards the radio transceivers clipped to their chests. Panicked dispatches flooded in as the vehicles, subject to what was surely sabotage, crashed into light posts, trash cans, bushes, and each other.
CRSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Eyes half-lidded, Brianna produced a flask from her breast pocket. Lips clasped around the neck of the bottle she proceeded to pound it back without a second thought.
GULK. GULP. GLURK.
Throat bulging with every swallow, alcohol seeping out from her pores, Brianna offered it to Jeff. Shake shaking it before him she simply shrugged when he instead opted to slide down along his chair with a groan.
Behind them, her silhouette barely visible through the frosted glass lining Captain Jeff's office, Caitlyn happily hummed as she hopped and skipped on over to the evidence lockers.
BZZZZZZT
With a crackle and pop the fluorescent lights hanging overhead flickered alive. Row by row, one by one, they illuminated the labyrinthian expanse of labeled lockers stretching out before Caitlyn. Shuffling inside, her shoes noisily squeaking against the sterile tiles, the biggus tiggus couldn't help but gawk even as the reinforced metal door slammed shut behind her.
THOOOOOOOOOOM
“Wowwwwww...” Caitlyn mumbled. Tiptoeing down an aisle, plastic tub cupped between her hands, she let her eyes wander. All too happy to lose herself amongst Evidence Storage she oohed and ahhed at every label, every untold story, she sauntered past.
First came the infractions; Littering. Jaywalking. Public drunkness. Then came the misdeamenors; Petty Theft. Trespassing. DUI. On and on and on they went as they gradually escalated in severity.
“I never knew there were so many crimes to be... crimed!” the towering tigress mrowled to herself. One day, and hopefully soon, she'd be taking a bite out of them! Until then though! Biceps bulging, and cheeks puffed out, Caitlyn hefted up today's haul courtesy of Captain Jeff and Detective Brianna.
BAAAZZZUT
Tucked away at the back of the sprawling and secured room, cordoned away in its own chain linked and gated corner, sat the Demon Clan's evidence lockers. Lips scrunched, and arms straining, Caitlyn flicked at the metal latch holding the gate in place with her tail.
BADUMP
...Before promptly crashing it open with a bodacious booty bump. Shoulders bunched close, her broad frame scraping along the jostling cage, Caitlyn squeezed inside. Whew. Dropping to her knees she gingerly set the amassed evidence down upon the tiled floor. To think... the Demon Clan's crimes were so expansive, so pernicious, that the CrossRoads PD had to dedicate this much time and effort solely to them.
Head held up high Caitlyn flared her nostrils with a determined huff. She wouldn't let Captain Jeff down! She'd see this sorted and soon!
POP
Cracking open the lid of the container, Caitlyn reverently regarded the densely packed manila envelopes. Reaching forth she delicately plucked out a single parcel. “Now let's see...” she mewled aloud. Eyes swishing side to side, drinking in every blot and blemish that dotted Brianna's impeccable handwriting, Caitlyn struggled not to be overwhelmed by the influx of information.
Date. Time. Location. Contents. Context. The tanuki was utterly immaculate when it came to detailing the whats, whens, and wheres. “Counterfeits go in the...” Hand held out before her Caitlyn uneasily pointed back and forth between the myriad lockers available for her to choose from. Denim clad rear resting on her heels, and smoke wafting out from her rounded ears, Caitlyn cleared her throat and wordlessly slid the manila envelope back into the fold.
“R-r-right then!” She declared as she yoinked out another envelope. This package, sporting a particularly gun shaped lump, weighed heavily on her wrists. “Confiscated weapons go in the...the...”
Caitlyn let slip a muffled and pathetic mewl as her unflappable smile faltered. This was... this was going to take a while.
“Being a detective is harder than I thought...” Caitlyn whined. Packages piled up alongside her, the tired tigress dutifully organized what little evidence she could understand. What she couldn't comprehend, much less pronounce, was left shut and sealed back in the bin she drew them from. Which... was most of it truth be told.
“I-I-I'll work my way up!” the biggus tiggus reassured herself. No crime was too big or too small to pursue after all! And who knew? Maybe Detective Caitlyn would get her start by cracking the dastardly Demon Clan wide open with her heroic and dogged pursuit of a... of a... of a loathsome litterbug! Y-y-yeah! She could see it now even! Unspooling a tangled web of petty crimes, easily overlooked, that would ultimately guide her straight to the crimeinals calling the shots!
Mrowling excitedly, Caitlyn hyped herself up. She could, she would, do this! Clasping a manila envelope stuffed taut with notebooks between her plump and padded fingertips Caitlyn committed herself anew!
…
…
...
The twinkles sparkling in her eyes promptly glazed over. “Racketeering, huh? That goes... that goes...”
Rounded ears tucked close against her skull, and her wild blue ponytail sadly sagging for good measure, the tigress wearily sighed. Caitlyn wordlessly slid it right back where she found it. ...Next.
“Contraband goes...” Eyes gone wide, and striped tail swishing behind her, the tigress gasped. W-w-wait! She knew this one! “Smuggling! ...Smuggling what though?” she hummed. Caitlyn couldn't help but squint at the smudged ink scribbled upon the label. “Magical Miscellany? Whuh?”
Magic? How can you smuggle magic? Brow cocked, Caitlyn tossed a nervous look over her shoulder. S-s-she knew better than to second guess Detective Brianna but magic? Really? Surely that had to be some sort of silly mistake...
RRRRRRRIP
Dragging a clawed finger beneath the flap of the envelope, peeling apart the thin layer of glue holding it shut, Caitlyn held a hand out before her and shook the contents free. Whatever it was she'd just take a sneaky peeky, right the wronged label, and keep at it!
POFF
A bracelet, nondescript and unimpressive, rolled into her broad palm. The worn leather, blackened and cracking, was densely inscribed with foreign characters. Huh? Nose wrinkled, Caitlyn leaned in close and tipped and tapped at it. M-m-maybe they smuggling a secret message! A dastardly one at that! ...Not that she knew what it was.
Cheeks puffed out, Caitlyn slid her fingers between the bands and took to kneading it. M-m-maybe what was being smuggled was embedded inside? A super duper secret pouch or fold perhaps? Back and forth she slid her padded fingers along its surface as she tried feeling out any imperfections.
BZEWWWWW
At her touch the characters, faded and warped, took on an otherworldly glow. Ominous trails of mist, purple and green in hue, wafted out from the subtlest indentations in the bracelet.
FWACK
“Hum?” Lips pulled flat, and eyes gone wide, Caitlyn watched on worriedly when the evidence coiled itself around her wrist of its own accord. With a hiss it melted away into a flakes of ash leaving naught a trace.
“Oopsie.”
BABWOOMP
Shoulders tensed, Caitlyn froze in place when burning arcs of energy coursed throughout her limbs. Jaw parted, the tremendous tiger painfully panted as she broke out into a cold sweat.
BWOOMPH
Brows furrowed, Caitlyn grit her teeth while a terrible and pronounced pressure bore down on the back of her eyes. Her pupils, nestled deep within her sky blue eyes, wildly expanded and contracted when her sclera took on a demonic green glow.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The tigress' thick fingers, sausage shaming in size, bunched and chafed together. Chin tucked against her shoulder Caitlyn warily regarded the steam rising from her bloating stripes.
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
Caitlyn's jeans explosively ruptured. Right down the middle, her ever expanding apple bottom rending her pants apart into a fireworks display of denim, the tigress worriedly meeped.
RRRRRRRRRRRRIP
Her bulbous toes, painfully bunched together, achingly stretched apart the leather wrapped round her limbs.
FWACK
Caitlyn's belt, wrapped tightly around her waist, frayed as it began to pull apart. Biting down on her now impossibly plump lower lip the overinflating tigress desperately fumbled at it.
FWOPPPPP
“C-c-captain Jeff! Detective Briannaaaaa!” Caitlyn worriedly called out. Tail flicking nervously behind her, the tigress' rumbling and panicked mews violently shook the whole of Evidence Storage. The fluorescent light fixtures hanging overhead wildly swung side to side while rows of lockers skittered about the floor.
“Hurf...” Rising to her feet Caitlyn warily steadied herself. As she brought her weight to bear upon her fat feet, the sundered soles of her shoes swallowed up in the wrinkles of her pads, the tiles splintered and shattered beneath her. “S-s-surely one of them will know what to do...” she nervously mulled aloud. T-t-this couldn't have been the first time someone misplaced evidence!
Bunching in on herself, her spherical tits knocking against her chin and all but enveloping her head, the titantic tigress tried to lumber on out of the Demon Clan's crime corner. The instant her broad shoulders scraped against the chain link cage the interlinked lattices of metal crumpled away. They balled, coiled, and compacted in on themselves as if they were but toilet paper before Caitlyn.
With a pout the ballooning beat cop helplessly drank in the damage done. Ohhhhhhhhhh she'd never become a Detective at this rate!
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Body shuddering, Caitlyn continued to bloat. Wide as she was tall she hesitatingly stomped her way down the constrictive and narrow locker aisles.
THOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Audible creaks roared and echoed throughout Evidence Storage as the very tensing of her tendons proved palpable. Shockwaves rippled out from the tigress with every unconscious flex.
BADOOOM
Light fixtures crashed down from the ceiling. Lockers found themselves flung up into the air by the craggy fissures exploding out from beneath Caitlyn's fat feet. Every successive footfall registered higher and higher and higher on the Richter scale.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOM
Caitlyn winced. She could hear, she could feel, windows blowing out and far away car alarms wailing at every clap of her apocalyptic ass cheeks.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Turning her head this way and that the titanic tigress struggled to peer past the curvature of her hulking shoulders. Much less her her heaving breasts. Teeth clenched, Caitlyn mewled when her jeans, turned jorts, all but disappeared between the curvature of her ass cheeks. Denim thong chafing against her nethers she hesitatingly advanced.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Big. Bigger. Biggest Tiggust. As Caitlyn continued to expand out and up what few light fixtures remained caught against her neck. Twinkling clouds of glass and mercury swirled about her head as bunched folds of flesh, densely packed with muscles, crushed and compacted the fixtures into oblivion.
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
Rafters, plaster, insulation, and more collapsed down around Caitlyn when her head began to scape against the ceiling. The whole of Evidence Storage, shoved aside if not stomped flat beneath the tigress' tremendous feet, was all but lost beneath the deluge of debris. “So much for my promotion...” the behemoth beat cop huffed. As beads of sunlight crept in through the cracks rapidly spreading throughout the collapsing structure Caitlyn forlornly straightened what scraps remained of her uniform.
“Who else could it be!?” grimaced the tanuki.
“It's just. I just. I've never known them to be THIS bold,” Jeff sighed. The mouse, stationed in the middle of the street alongside the tanuki, tiredly directed traffic. Crashed cruisers, their air bags popped and strobe lights still flashing, lay scattered about on the sidewalks and in the bushes and crumpled against the base of light poles.
Teeth clenched, Brianna grumbled. Who else but the Demon Clan would sabotage an entire fleet of cruisers? In their own damn precinct no less!? “As if we don't have enough on our plates as it is. Tch. And here I thought today'd be smooth sailing after we pawned off the paper pushing to Caitlyn.”
“A day at a time, Detective. A day at a time. We'll get through this.”
GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
Tremors, earth splitting and stomach churning, radiated out from the CrossRoads Police Department. Fissures split apart the emptied parking lot. Windows popped out of their frames. The very building itself crumbled and sank in on itself as bricks popped free from its facade and the ceiling ominously bowed out.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heads tilted back, Jeff and Brianna both gawked at the all too familiar, albeit monstrously muscled, feline silhouette exploding up and out from the precinct.
“Cait... lyn?” the mouse meekly squeaked as stray coffee mugs, chairs, and office supplies rained down around him.
“Hi, Captain Jeff!” Caitlyn boomed. Her head, barely visible beyond her hill sized breasts, flashed a nervous smile. Hand held up before her she warily waved down at her bitty bosses.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
The displaced air from that merest of movements howled with tornadic intensity. Cruisers tumbled wildly across the roads, trees wildly whipped back, and tears streamed from Jeff and Brianna's eyes as their faces cartoonishly stretched back.
Hair blown back, and poofed into an afro, Jeff could do little more than blink. Swaying back and forth, his neurons rapidly misfiring at the shock and awe of it all, he collapsed back onto the sundered street and passed out on the spot.
Brianna, popping her slacked jaw back into place, wildly gestured at the sky blotting and still swelling feline. “CAITLYN!?”
“Oh gosh! Long day, Captain? Enjoy your nap!” Caitlyn boomed.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
The titanic tigress nervously giggled. “H-h-hey there, Detective Brianna! So I uh...”
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
Caitlyn's thighs, nigh rivaling cooling towers in width, crashed through what walls remained standing at the CrossRoads Police Department. The roof of the precinct, well where it had been anyway, struggled to scrape agaisnt the towering tigress' crotch. “I miiiiight have misplaced some evidence earlier,” she sheepishly acknowledged.
“YOU WHAT!?”
“It was an honest oopsie!” Caitly implored of her.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Slinging Jeff over her shoulder, Brianna backed away from the billowing behemoth. In an instant the sundered ruins of the station barely cleared past Caitlyn's knees.
“Heyyyyy. Don't be like that!” Caitlyn pouted. “We'll get this fixed right up! You'll see!” Bending over, her abominals audibly creaking, the tigress casually dragged her fingers through layers of asphalt and bedrock. Scooping up not just Brianna, but the very streets she was skittering across, Caitlyn cupped her speck sized superiors within her palm.
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARN
Wobbling uneasily in place, Caitlyn let slip a monstrous mew as Brianna and Jeff accidentally found themselves tumbling between her cleavage. Literal mountains of mammary came to mold around and insulate them from her continued growth spurts.
GLORP
Brianna desperately clawed at the sweat slicked curves of Caitlyn's tremendous tatas. Cursing to herself she could but watch helplessly as Jeff was swallowed up by the warm and lightless depths. “Caitlyn! CAITLYN DON'T-”
“Sorry, Detective! Sorry, Captain!” the tigress boomed into her breasts. Hands clasped at their sides she unintentionally pancaked Jeff and Brianna flat between her silky soft curves. “So um... promise not to be mad but I miiiiight not be able to finish inventorying evidence today?”
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
“I-i-if you have anything else you need me to do though I'd-”
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
“Be more than happy to-”
BWOOOOOOOOOOM
“Help!”
Scratch VS the Data Squad
For: Meisterli
“Data Squad? Wuzzat?” Clad in a puffy beige sweater, its rolled up sleeves torn to shreds, Scratch the Gatomon curiously flicked her purple tufted tail. Nestled deep within the Amiba Forest, and perched atop a tree branch, Scratch squinted down at the colossal canine that had insisted on interrupting her cat nap.
The towering MachGaogamon in question, his pointed ears nearly brushing against her paws, excitedly cleared his throat. “Why I'm so glad you asked, Miss Scratch! The Data Squad is a premier organization, comprised of digital and organic lifeforms alike, who share the selfsame goals of safeguarding peace in both the human world and our own!”
Arms crossed about her chest, her puffy yellow gloved fingers thrumming along her elbows, Scratch hummed and hawed. “Humans... humans...” Ears perking to attention she gasped. “Ohhhhh! You mean like Gulp!”
The blue furred cyborg Shiba, Marcius was his name, couldn't help but chuckle. “Precisely, Miss Scratch! He has been of invaluable assistance to the Data Squad following a, how to say, falling out with his former employer.”
Bouncing about in place, mewling and mrowling excitedly, Scratch's eyes twinkled bright. “The human world!? That's where all the best treats, and friends, are! You're saying I can go back there!?”
Marcius wig wagged contentedly at her enthusiasm. “Provided you accept our invitation!” he teased.
“Well yeahhhhhh!” Scratch leapt down from her perch, skidding to a halt in front of Marcius' twiddling prosthetic toes, before standing at attention. “When do we leave!?”
“Patience, Miss Scratch!” Marcius laughed. Twirling a metal hand about his wrist he produced a clipboard from his palm with a puff of sparks. “Once I've walked you through our waiver we should be good to go!”
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!” Eye level with the MachGaogamon's knees Scratch strained her neck to look up at him.
“Ahem! Miss Scratch! Do you consent to screening, and later being paired with, a human partner?”
Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! A human of her own!? “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!” the Gatomon shouted.
Marcius nodded in approval before ticking a box off the attached checklist with a finger turned writing utensil. “Miss Scratch! Do you solemnly swear to protect your partner? To not only accompany them into the unknown but grow alongside them? Becoming a better Digimon, and person, in the process?”
“Mmhmmm!” Scratch answered with a furious nod of her head.
The MachGaogmon hum hummed as he ticked off another box. “Lastly! Do you promise to safeguard not just the digital world, but the human world as well, from threats both within and without?”
Hands on her hips, Scratch sported a snaggletoothed smile. “Psh. I'm no stranger to scraps! Bring em' on!”
BOOP
With a scribble and pap the waiver dissolved into pixelated streams of data. Bit by bit, byte by byte, the flaking piece of paper reconstituted itself into a swirling vortex that hovered just above the Digimon. Hands tucked behind his back, Marcius pivoted back and forth atop his prosthetic heels. “Miss Scratch, it is my profound pleasure to welcome you... to the Data Squad!”
BZEWWWWWW
Beads of light, blinding and warm, trickled down from the eye of the vortex. Mrowling curiously, Scratch flailed her fuzzy limbs when she found herself stretching up towards it alongside Marcius. Her body buzzing, electricity crackling down her spine, the Gatomon clenched her fists and bit down on her lip as she was converted into raw data.
“Worry not, Miss Scratch!” Marcius reassured her while his ears crumbled away into voxels. “We'll arrive in the human world shortly! Hang on!”
VBEWWWWWWWWWW
In a blinding flash of light Scratch felt herself swallowed up by a wave of static. Her ears rang as the hiss of white noise all but deafened her. Limbs heavy, and leaden, the Gatomon's arms and legs crackled and tensed at the slightest twitch.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Blinking furiously, Scratch pitifully meowed as her senses of sight and sound returned. Flopped face first onto cool segmented stone, her butt sticking up into the air, she let slip a nauseous groan.
“Miss Scratch! Are you quite alright?” Marcius worriedly awooed. Dropping to his knees he slipped his gauntlets beneath her arms and gingerly set the feline back upon her feet.
“Never better...” Scratch mrowled as her eyes spun about their sockets. Shaking her head, the Gatomon papped at her cheeks and blink blinked away the stars swirling around her noggin. Exhaling heavily, her breath misting before her, Scratch pulled down her tattered sleeves with a pronounced brrrrrrrr. “W-w-what is this place?” she chittered.
“This, Miss Scratch, is what humans call a server farm!” Arms tossed out to his sides, Marcius gestured towards the endless aisles of humming hardware stretching out before them. Clouds of frosted air pooled down from the vents running along the ceiling and shrouded the whole of the operation in a bone-chilling mist.
Mouth agape, Scratch pitter pattered forward along the tiled floor. “Servers?”
“Mmhmm!” With a polite nod, the MachGaogamon whirled about on his heels and flipped off the wall spanning monitor they had leapt out from. “This is but one of many at the Data Squad's beck and call! Our agents use these as hubs, so to speak, to effortlessly and freely hopscotch across realms!” Ears drooping, and visor flicked down over his eyes, Marcius took to rubbing at the back of his head. “That and... I've put on quite a few terabytes since my Rookie days. Myself, and our fellow Ultimate and Mega level operatives, out and out require such powerful computational apparatus to perform our duties!”
Tapping at her chin, and tail wrapped around her shivering waist, Scratch let her eyes wander. “So these doohickeys are what letcha make the jump between the human world and our own?”
“At dizzying speeds, might I add!” Marcius proudly borked. “We'll be using them to make another jump, shortly at that, as a matter of fact!” Dropping to a kneel, his big bork butt resting atop his metal heels, the MachGaogamon timidly typed away at a terminal that was woefully undersized for someone of his stature. His back to the Gatomon, the canid cyborg tossed a look over his shoulder with a wag of his tail. “Why not stretch your legs, Miss Scratch? It will take some time to coordinate the logistics of with my Partner. With any luck they'll be arriving shortly!”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...” Smacking her lips, Scratch sniffed and snuffed curiously at the super chilled air laden and heavy with ionized sparks, thermal paste, and burning silicon. It smelled... it smelled... positively heavenly! “Okay! Don't keep me waiting too long now!” tutted the Gatomon. “I wanna meet me some humans!”
“But of course, Miss Scratch,” Marcius giggled. Bidding her off with a wave he reached into his black pants pocket and produced a Digivice. With a pronounced click it powered on and, to the MachGaogamon's blushing delight, the strawberry blonde visage of his Partner appeared. “Master Melissa! I hope I have not kept you waiting overlong!”
A crackling snort spilled out from the Digivice's screen as a human, her long and luxurious hair spilling past her shoulders, motioned to pat pat at the canine's snoot. “Marcius it's been all of, what, half-an-hour?”
Cheeks puffed out, and puppy dog eyes wavering at full power, he pitifully nosed at the Digivice.
Slouching forward with a sigh, Melissa bashfully kissed back at him through the screen. “None of that now. We can make up for time lost when I get there! What's the status report?”
“Proceeding apace, Master Melissa!” Marcius borked with a salute. “I was able to successfully establish contact with Miss Scratch and, not only that, enlist her to our cause! She eagerly awaits meeting not only you but her prospective Partners!”
“Outstanding work, Marcius!” echoed Melissa's voice amongst the racks of servers. “I'm expecting big things from her!”
Scratch twirled about on her heels as she lost herself among the endless aisles. D-d-data. Hands papped against her cheeks she excitedly wiggled and waggled. So so so much scrumptious data...
Licking her lips, the Gatomon shamelessly leaned forward and nummed at the low hanging hard plastic cables daisy chained from one piece of hardware to another. Teeth sinking deep into the copper wiring, static dancing along her lips, Scratch giddily mrowllllled! MmmmMmmmMmmmmmmmmm!
“Thas the good stuff...” she lazily purred. Suckling on fiber-optic cable, the plastic shell fraying apart, Scratch shuddered as sparks crackled along her tongue. Nothing from back home ever could, ever would, compete with this! Hands cupped against her cheeks she greedily slurped it up like a strand of spaghetti.
TATUNK
Eyes half-lidded, the Gatomon watched as one of the routers her snack had been plugged into clattered to the floor. I-i-it sure would be a shame to let it go to waste... Guiltily looking over her shoulder, eyes swishing this way and that, Scratch scooped up the router and romfed right into it. Sticks of RAM and a primitive CPU board crunched apart between her jaws. Head tossed back, Scratch shuddered as shards of fiberglass, epoxy resin, and solder rolled along her gums.
GLURK
“That hits the spot...” Scratch gasped as she rubbed at her tummy.
BABABWOOOMP
Licking her lips, Scratch paid to no mind to the subtle lengthening of her limbs. Data, raw and unfiltered, poured onto her petite frame. With every swallow, every delicious download, the Digimon's body grew to accommodate it.
S-s-surely these new friends of hers wouldn't miss a measly single server...
ROMF
A-a-a single stack...
OMF
A-a-a single aisle...
GLURK
“Miss Scratch? Oh Miss Scratch!” Marcius called out. Hands cupped around his muzzle, the MachGaogamon lumbered through the high-tech labyrinth shrouded in mist. Up and down, back and forth, he patrolled the aisles in search of the short stack of a cat. “Miss Scraaaaaatch! Preparations are compleeeete! Master Melissa and our esteemed guests will be warping here shortly! Oh Miss Scraaaatch!”
The tiled floor, noisily clacking beneath Marcius' metallic feet, abruptly transitioned into the tell tale crunch of gravel.
“Hum?” Head cocked to the side, the MachGaogamon tucked his chin against his chest and gasped. Entire swathes of the floor lay carved apart or crushed in. Heaving gashes split apart the very bedrock and the crumpled remains of empty server racks, their haunting and skeletal silhouettes barely visible through the cold fog, lay scattered about.
Fur standing on end, and the jet thrusters jutting from his back revving to life, Marcius readied for combat. Why this... this could only be the work of Gizumon! Who else but those artificial abominations, the Data Squad's sworn enemies, would dare strike at the heart of their operations!?
W-w-wait! But where was Miss Scratch!? “Miss Scratch! Miss Scratch!” Marcius worriedly howled as he hurtled himself into the unknown. Arms held out before him, and legs tucked close together, the MachGaogamon flicked down his visor and scanned the area for friendly and hostile signatures alike. Nothing, save a single and obnoxiously oversized signature, registered on his sensors. “Grrrr. They must be signal jamming! Miss Scratch! Miss ScraAAAHHH!”
FWUMPH
With a whine, and a pitiful aroo, Marcius crashed face first into a wall of white that perfectly blended into the fog.
“Mrowr!” Rubbing at her smarting cheek, a very sleepy, sizable, and chubby tired Scratch blearily blinked. Eyes swiveling along the bottoms of her sockets she grumpily mewled as her gaze settled on Marcius. “”Mew interrupted my cat nap...” the Gatomon pouted.
Tongue blepped out, Marcius staggered to his feet as he rubbed at the side of his head. There, towering before him, lounged an unmistakably enormous friendly signature. “M-m-miss Scratch!?”
Tears beading along her eyes, Scratch let slip a jaw splitting yawn. Flopped forward on her tummy, her back and ears brushing against the ceiling, the frumpy feline nuzzled her head into the back of her hands. “What do ya want?” she sleepily mumbled.
“Miss Scratch what have you done!?”
Nose wrinkling, Scratch idly splayed her fingers and cleaved apart the tiles beneath her palms. This bork was such a bother! Why couldn't he just leave her be...
Hands clasped against the sides of his head, Marcius worriedly paced about. “Ohhhh Master Melissa will be most displeased!”
The Gatomon's ears flicked and flopped to and fro as those fuzzy satellite dishes noisily mangled the vents hanging just overhead. Mrowlllll. What was he so worked up about anyway?
“Why she... she... she might even chastise me! Accuse me, assail me, of being a bad boy!” Eyes gone wide, the MachGaogamon whined and wept at the thought.
Lips scrunched, Scratch sank her snaggleteeth into her bottom lip. “Would mew pipe down already?” she mrowled. Her tail, lazily swishing behind her, coiled it about a server rack. With a sashay of her hips she sent it skidding forth with a raucous clatter. “Here. I know what'll cheer ya up!”
“Miss Scratch this is entirely unbecoming of-”
GLULK
Arms flailing at his sides, Marcius helplessly borked when a knotted tangle of networking cables were stuffed between his flapping gums.
“See?” Scratch giggled as the MachGaogamon went silent while he unwillingly gulped and glurped and gobbled down the Data Squad's invaluable infrastructure. “I bet you're feelin' better already!”
Trembling, Marcius shamefully tucked his tail between his legs as his imposing and muscular frame bloated out and up with every swallow. “M-m-miss Scratch! This is tantamount to sabotage!”
“Awright, awright,” Scratch said with a roll of her eyes. “I see how it is. Yer too ashamed to ask for seconds!”
Teeth clenched, Marcius borked when his head bonked against the ceiling as he incessantly swelled. Dropping to a crouch, his broad prosthetic feet splitting the tiled floor, he rubbed at the bump on his head. “Now see here, Miss Scratch! I have no problem with-“
At that a Cheshire grin crept up along Scratch's smug mug.
In response profuse blush erupted across his cheeks as the MachGaogamon caught himself. “I-I-I mean I DO have a problem with sampling and snacking on such sweet and sumptuous servers that are integral to our day to day operations!”
GULLLLLLLLP
Eyes gone wide, Marcius let slip mumbled cries as Scratch shoved an entire server down his pie hole. He tried, he really tried, not to enjoy it as much as he did!
Snickering to herself, Scratch rubbed whiskers with the gigantic and growing grump as he was slowly forced to lay down prone alongside her. “See? What did I say?” the Gatomon teased as she ruffled his scruff. Lips scrunched, Scratch still couldn't shake the feeling she had forgotten something. Something important... Wait a minute! That's right!
“The humans!!!” Scratch gasped with glee. “Our mew friends! Where are they?”
“T-t-they should be arriving any moment now...” Marcius wearily sighed.
“Well c'mon then!” the Gatomon beamed. “Ooooooh I can't wait to meet 'em!”
“Arooooooooo. Forgive me Master Melissa...” Marcius whined as he reluctantly shuffled alongside Scratch towards the wall spanning monitor flickering back to life.
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Dynamini Trials
Rain Rain Grow Away
For: egk2
Hand cupped against his fluffy cheek, orange tufts of fur peeking between his fingers, Andy wistfully sighed. Rain, persistent and pounding, rattled against the window alongside his desk.
“So much for best-laid plans...” Andy raspberried. Lips scrunched, his gaze drifted towards the crescent moon pendant catching against the leathery padding of his palm. He had been looking forward to this guilty pleasure, this shameless indulgence, all month! With that said...
“There's no controlling the weather,” the fox harrumphed. Least of all these utterly unknowable Macro March storms. They came and went so abruptly, and with such intensity, that there simply was no planning around them. Heavens knows he had tried.
Head tossed back, Andy slid down along the back of his chair. “Would it? Could it even work?” he asked aloud of nobody in particular. Huffing, his eyes lazily swiveled back towards the window. Streaks of lightning silently roiled among the dark purple clouds blanketing the sky.
Brushing a finger along the pendant, Andy violently shivered. A bitter chill, cold and constrictive, coursed through his veins. Fur puffed out, and his breath misting, the fox retracted his now numbed digit from its surface. “Curious...” he thought over the chittering of his teeth. Ears flicking, Andy couldn't help but reconsider. Given that the pendant's power was directly tied to the waxing and waning of the moon he would have thought, assumed even, that the cloudy skies would render it impotent and unresponsive. And yet...
He clasped the magical crescent moon, inlaid with sapphires, close to his breast. As wrinkled folds of flesh molded around its surface he could feel its influence bleed into his body. He could taste the moonlight, icy and crisp, on his tongue. He could feel a cold fire, all-consuming, radiate out from his chest. His pectorals exploded in size and strained his shirt. His fingers and toes chafed and bloated together as densely packed musculature rapidly accumulated. His thighs bunched against and pushed apart the arms of his chair.
FWOOSH
The instant Andy relaxed his grip the tantalizing taste of a transformation vanished. With a whine he visibly deflated. Huh. He turned towards the storm howling outside once more. Maybe... maybe this inclement weather wasn't an obstacle after all? What if it was, in fact, an opportunity?
Rising to a stand, his muddy black tipped tail swishing behind him, Andy timidly tiptoed up to the window. “This chance only comes around once a month after all...” he mulled to himself. “That and...”
A knowing smile crept up along the fox's lips. He had already proven to himself, if not the whole of the hemisphere, that his pendants reacted and responded quite favorably to magic beyond their own. Could it, would it, intermingle with the magics of Macro March?
Fingers pinched against his scruffy chin, Andy hummed. Worst case scenario? He risked coming home from a super sized night on the town smelling like wet dog. Best case scenario? His self-indulgent lycanthropy might give way to lycangrowpy and he could quite possibly swell to sizes, to proportions, he'd never before fathomed!
Andy grinned from ear to ear. Only one way to find out!
Tossing his chair aside the fox raced out his bedroom. Scrabbling along his home's hardwood floors, his his clawed toes noisily clacking beneath him, Andy hurled himself out the front door and headlong into the storm.
FWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH
Sheets of rain assailed him nigh instantaneously. The fox's ruby red shirt, sopping wet and muted in hue, clung to his chest like a second skin. Heart caught in his throat, Andy brought the pendant up to his neck and fumbled with the chain links. No sooner did he click them together than did-
BWOOOOOOOMPH
His sleeves split down the shoulder. Andy's petite limbs utterly exploded in size as mountainous layers of muscle bubbled up into being along his biceps and triceps. “W-w-woah...” Andy marveled. Staring down at his hands, his elongating fingers sprouting monstrous claws, he forced down a nervous swallow.
GRNNNNNNN
Eyes gone wide, the fox erfed when his prodigious pectorals bunched up against his chin. Squinting, Andy forced himself to pop his jaw as the rows of teeth lining his gums grew jagged and feral.
FWOFF
Pointed ears perked to attention, Andy pursed his lips and huffed and puffed at the wild mane of hair now matting against his face. In wild fits and spurts and knee knocking waves of pleasure the fox, turned werefox, embraced his animalistic ascendance.
GROARRRRRRRRR
Audiple pops, creaks, and groans emanated from Andy's thickening frame. Shuffling forward, every footfall heavier than the last, the werefox chuckled at the sensation of the sidewalk dimpling and molding to the contours and wrinkles of his broad feet. “So big... so fast...” his cratering baritone gleefully announced.
Never had he ever experienced a transformation this prompt and pronounced. Always always always it had been a slow burn. Something he eased into. This though? This was something altogether-
GRROAWWWWWWWWWW
Head tossed back, Andy gasped when his shirt exploded into a shower of cotton confetti. S-s-so much power. Too much even! Nearly wide as he was tall, the werefox panted while he cupped his hands against his chest. There, nearly lost between his cleavage, he spied the crescent moon pendant positively glowing. Individual drops of rain gravitated around it, caught in its orbit, as if it were a celestial body.
BWOOOOOOOOOOMP
Eyes gone wide, Andy warily blinked when his front lawn lurched away from him. Shaking his head, whoofing away the oncoming nausea, he staggered forward into the street running through his cul de sac.
It had been all of a matter of moments and already the werefox was outgrowing his neighborhood. Andy's heart pounded, and his lips trembled, as he tossed his bloated arms out to his sides and beckoned the Macro March storm to keep it coming.
FWOOOOOOOMP
Said storm was all too happy to provide.
Giggling, Andy splayed his bulbous toes and allowed street lights, then cars, then multistory homes to harmlessly catch in the gaps between them. Bigger.
BWOOOOOOOMPH
Visible shockwaves, colored by waves of rain, exploded out from the wumbo werefox. With a teasing twiddle he safely and snugly tucked lost the whole of his neighborhood in the fluff and flesh lined wrinkles of his broad soft soles. BIGGER.
BABABWOOOOOOOOOOMP
Andy shuddered at the sheer POWER of the lustful growls reverberating within his throat. He could feel the vibrations course out and away from his torso, tickle at his fingers and toes, before radiating out from the tips of his digits as shockwaves and tremors.
“This... is...”
KRAKOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The werefox could barely recognize, much less comprehend, his own voice. The low lying clouds swirling around his muzzle dissipated into a crackling mist as sound and fury pretending to be spoken syllables exploded out from between his lips.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Chin tucked against his chest, struggling to peer past his prodigious pecs, Andy tucked his ears close to his skull. Ough. This was... this was all happening so fast! Too fast! Head lost in the clouds, flashes of plasma billowing up from the tips of his ears, Andy blindly stumbled forward into the storm system. Hands held up before him he idly tried to swat away the torrent of lightning strikes pinching at his whiskers and cheeks.
THOOOOOOOOOM
Mountainous toes swung forward. Entire cities, zip codes, then counties found themselves swallowed up in the shadow of his step.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heated walls of air buffeted and howled across metropoli as the fat of the fox's feet blotted out the very horizon. Toes scrunched, Andy could barely even feel the untold masses caught up beneath them.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Enough!” Andy acked at the incessant assault of static and sparks. Nostrils flared, he drew deep of the ionized air and ozone that swirled about him. Chest puffed out, and lungs straining, the werefox slowly inhaled the whole of the Macro March storm.
Weather systems across the continent, across the ocean, across the whole of the planet were drawn towards the ravenous fox.
GLURK
Lakes' worth of liquid roared down Andy's throat with every swallow. Slurping down atmospheric rivers like they were nothing, giggling at how they crackled along his taste buds like they were but sparkling water, the werefox relentlessly continued to creep upwards and outwards. An unrecognizable mass of man and muscle came to sprawl across the state, then country, then continent he called home.
Big. Bigger. Biggest! Thrumming his hands along his stomach, the Macro March storm buzzing within, Andy shuddered with every wave of growth that racked his frame. Mmph. Tossing his head this way and that, unable to see past his own shoulders, the werefox harrumphed.
“Don't get me wrong I'm not about to complain about the destination...” he boomed. His spoken word roared through what little atmosphere remained ringed around his head and rattled the moon itself out of its orbit. “But the journey is what makes it memorable! Bleh. I couldn't even see what I was doing for half of it!”
Inventory Rising
For: Bobert
WEEOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo
Hands clasped firmly around the steering wheel, the plastic molding to the contours of his fingertips, Jeff sighed heavily when he pulled into the precinct parking lot. In fits and spurts the vehicle sputtered forward as the mouse guided it between the painted yellow lines.
FZZZTT
A crackle of sparks danced along the top of his cruiser when the strobe lights, and siren, abruptly flickered off.
TATUNK DONK TONK
One by one the tires explosively deflated before tucking inward toward the chassis. Bags readily accumulated under both Jeff's, and his partner's, eyes as their cruiser collapsed onto the asphalt.
“What a week, huh?” Jeff tiredly asked as he shifted the transmission into park.
“Captain, it's Wednesday,” Brianna exhaustedly retorted. Sliding down in her seat, seat belt catching against her breasts, the tanuki kneaded out the wrinkles lining her forehead. “How many car chases have we been on now?”
Running one hand through his curly orange hair Jeff blearily counted off with the other. “We're averaging out at...”
“Too many,” Brianna groaned.
After mapping out the math in his head... Jeff had no choice but to reluctantly nod along. “Now I know we're stretching ourselves a little thin,” the mouse coughed as he thrummed his fingers along the steering wheel. Reaching forward he plucked his keys out of the ignition.
“A little?” the tanuki asked. Wide eyed, Brianna turned to Jeff in disbelief. Her long curly hair, matted to her back, frazzled and poffed out. “I already have my forty hours in!”
Jaw agape, Jeff repeatedly tried and failed to find the right words. Stammering, and stuttering, at length he eventually settled for a simple shrug.
Head tossed to her side, Brianna groaned. “I get it. I do. With how active the Demon Clan has been lately we can't afford to let up. I mean...” Her eyes strained against the sides of their sockets as she looked past the partition separating the front seats from the back. There, tidily tucked away into meticulously labeled plastic bags, were reams of evidence. Fake IDs. Counterfeited currency. Hard drugs. “Every chase, every arrest, has been worthwhile. Just look at what we managed to get off the streets just today...”
Jeff dutifully nodded along while he unbuckled his seat belt. “...I think we've both earned the afternoon off, Brianna. We've been doing some damn fine work and I know better than to reward us with even more of it.” Stumbling out of his cruiser, legs stiff from sitting all day, the mouse beat the knots and kinks out of his back and behind.
Rolling out of the passenger seat, Brianna flopped her thick arms atop the cruiser. “You mean after we impound and inventory today's haul?” She thumbed to the back seats. The paperwork alone would carry them well into if not past happy hour...
“...After Caitlyn impounds and inventories today's haul,” Jeff quietly corrected her with a wiggle of his finger.
Flashing a toothy grin, Brianna chuckled to herself. “You're the boss, boss.”
Dragging an arm across her sweat stained brow, azure bangs dangling over her eyes, Caitlyn emphatically whewed. That was the last of it! Reaching up high, the tigress' thick fingers clasping at the raised trunk lid, she slammed it shut with a bulge of her hulking biceps.
THWAM
The deflated tires popped clean off the cruiser's chassis as the barely cracked driver's side and passenger windows explosively shattered. Shards of glass scattered across the parking lot.
Clapping her hands, Caitlyn mrowled contentedly as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. To think! Captain Jeff had trusted her, lil' old her, with the honor of inventory! Tail swishing furiously behind her, fists balled up and pumping at the air, she couldn't help but beam. Finally, finally, finally he'd recognized her!
WEEEOOOOOOOOOO
Eyes a twinkle, Caitlyn cupped her hands to her cheeks while marked and unmarked cars peeled out of the precinct. With a purr she dreamily watched as they hurtled across the smoldering asphalt she had, unknowingly, lined with glassy caltrops. T-t-to be entrusted with evidence, to be pulled onto an investigation into the Demon Clan, no less! Her days of a beat cop were all but behind her now she just knew it!
“One day!” the tigress dreamily sighed. Turning her attention to the plastic tubs at her feet, all but overflowing with evidence, she dropped to a crouch. Cheeks puffed out she hurfed as she lifted with her knees. “One day that'll be me...” Lips curled up into smile, Catilyn happily hummed to herself while she sauntered into the Crossroads Police Department.
POP FWOP BADOOOOOM
Pronounced pops, and the hiss of sparks, roared from the cruisers' bare rims when they lost all control and recklessly skid across multiple lanes of traffic.
TATISH
With a shuffle, Jeff raised the blinds to his office. “What in the Sam Hill is...” Shuffling forward in his chair, the roller wheels catching against the crumbs lining the tiled floor, the mouse's jaw went slack at the sorry sight unfolding outside his precinct.
“Somefin' the matter?” Brianna asked. Smacking her lips, the tanuki let a heavy hand come to rest upon Jeff's shoulders as she sidled up alongside him.
WEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo
Lurching forward, their faces smudged against the window, Jeff and Brianna's eyes warily swiveled down towards the radio transceivers clipped to their chests. Panicked dispatches flooded in as the vehicles, subject to what was surely sabotage, crashed into light posts, trash cans, bushes, and each other.
CRSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Eyes half-lidded, Brianna produced a flask from her breast pocket. Lips clasped around the neck of the bottle she proceeded to pound it back without a second thought.
GULK. GULP. GLURK.
Throat bulging with every swallow, alcohol seeping out from her pores, Brianna offered it to Jeff. Shake shaking it before him she simply shrugged when he instead opted to slide down along his chair with a groan.
Behind them, her silhouette barely visible through the frosted glass lining Captain Jeff's office, Caitlyn happily hummed as she hopped and skipped on over to the evidence lockers.
BZZZZZZT
With a crackle and pop the fluorescent lights hanging overhead flickered alive. Row by row, one by one, they illuminated the labyrinthian expanse of labeled lockers stretching out before Caitlyn. Shuffling inside, her shoes noisily squeaking against the sterile tiles, the biggus tiggus couldn't help but gawk even as the reinforced metal door slammed shut behind her.
THOOOOOOOOOOM
“Wowwwwww...” Caitlyn mumbled. Tiptoeing down an aisle, plastic tub cupped between her hands, she let her eyes wander. All too happy to lose herself amongst Evidence Storage she oohed and ahhed at every label, every untold story, she sauntered past.
First came the infractions; Littering. Jaywalking. Public drunkness. Then came the misdeamenors; Petty Theft. Trespassing. DUI. On and on and on they went as they gradually escalated in severity.
“I never knew there were so many crimes to be... crimed!” the towering tigress mrowled to herself. One day, and hopefully soon, she'd be taking a bite out of them! Until then though! Biceps bulging, and cheeks puffed out, Caitlyn hefted up today's haul courtesy of Captain Jeff and Detective Brianna.
BAAAZZZUT
Tucked away at the back of the sprawling and secured room, cordoned away in its own chain linked and gated corner, sat the Demon Clan's evidence lockers. Lips scrunched, and arms straining, Caitlyn flicked at the metal latch holding the gate in place with her tail.
BADUMP
...Before promptly crashing it open with a bodacious booty bump. Shoulders bunched close, her broad frame scraping along the jostling cage, Caitlyn squeezed inside. Whew. Dropping to her knees she gingerly set the amassed evidence down upon the tiled floor. To think... the Demon Clan's crimes were so expansive, so pernicious, that the CrossRoads PD had to dedicate this much time and effort solely to them.
Head held up high Caitlyn flared her nostrils with a determined huff. She wouldn't let Captain Jeff down! She'd see this sorted and soon!
POP
Cracking open the lid of the container, Caitlyn reverently regarded the densely packed manila envelopes. Reaching forth she delicately plucked out a single parcel. “Now let's see...” she mewled aloud. Eyes swishing side to side, drinking in every blot and blemish that dotted Brianna's impeccable handwriting, Caitlyn struggled not to be overwhelmed by the influx of information.
Date. Time. Location. Contents. Context. The tanuki was utterly immaculate when it came to detailing the whats, whens, and wheres. “Counterfeits go in the...” Hand held out before her Caitlyn uneasily pointed back and forth between the myriad lockers available for her to choose from. Denim clad rear resting on her heels, and smoke wafting out from her rounded ears, Caitlyn cleared her throat and wordlessly slid the manila envelope back into the fold.
“R-r-right then!” She declared as she yoinked out another envelope. This package, sporting a particularly gun shaped lump, weighed heavily on her wrists. “Confiscated weapons go in the...the...”
Caitlyn let slip a muffled and pathetic mewl as her unflappable smile faltered. This was... this was going to take a while.
“Being a detective is harder than I thought...” Caitlyn whined. Packages piled up alongside her, the tired tigress dutifully organized what little evidence she could understand. What she couldn't comprehend, much less pronounce, was left shut and sealed back in the bin she drew them from. Which... was most of it truth be told.
“I-I-I'll work my way up!” the biggus tiggus reassured herself. No crime was too big or too small to pursue after all! And who knew? Maybe Detective Caitlyn would get her start by cracking the dastardly Demon Clan wide open with her heroic and dogged pursuit of a... of a... of a loathsome litterbug! Y-y-yeah! She could see it now even! Unspooling a tangled web of petty crimes, easily overlooked, that would ultimately guide her straight to the crimeinals calling the shots!
Mrowling excitedly, Caitlyn hyped herself up. She could, she would, do this! Clasping a manila envelope stuffed taut with notebooks between her plump and padded fingertips Caitlyn committed herself anew!
…
…
...
The twinkles sparkling in her eyes promptly glazed over. “Racketeering, huh? That goes... that goes...”
Rounded ears tucked close against her skull, and her wild blue ponytail sadly sagging for good measure, the tigress wearily sighed. Caitlyn wordlessly slid it right back where she found it. ...Next.
“Contraband goes...” Eyes gone wide, and striped tail swishing behind her, the tigress gasped. W-w-wait! She knew this one! “Smuggling! ...Smuggling what though?” she hummed. Caitlyn couldn't help but squint at the smudged ink scribbled upon the label. “Magical Miscellany? Whuh?”
Magic? How can you smuggle magic? Brow cocked, Caitlyn tossed a nervous look over her shoulder. S-s-she knew better than to second guess Detective Brianna but magic? Really? Surely that had to be some sort of silly mistake...
RRRRRRRIP
Dragging a clawed finger beneath the flap of the envelope, peeling apart the thin layer of glue holding it shut, Caitlyn held a hand out before her and shook the contents free. Whatever it was she'd just take a sneaky peeky, right the wronged label, and keep at it!
POFF
A bracelet, nondescript and unimpressive, rolled into her broad palm. The worn leather, blackened and cracking, was densely inscribed with foreign characters. Huh? Nose wrinkled, Caitlyn leaned in close and tipped and tapped at it. M-m-maybe they smuggling a secret message! A dastardly one at that! ...Not that she knew what it was.
Cheeks puffed out, Caitlyn slid her fingers between the bands and took to kneading it. M-m-maybe what was being smuggled was embedded inside? A super duper secret pouch or fold perhaps? Back and forth she slid her padded fingers along its surface as she tried feeling out any imperfections.
BZEWWWWW
At her touch the characters, faded and warped, took on an otherworldly glow. Ominous trails of mist, purple and green in hue, wafted out from the subtlest indentations in the bracelet.
FWACK
“Hum?” Lips pulled flat, and eyes gone wide, Caitlyn watched on worriedly when the evidence coiled itself around her wrist of its own accord. With a hiss it melted away into a flakes of ash leaving naught a trace.
“Oopsie.”
BABWOOMP
Shoulders tensed, Caitlyn froze in place when burning arcs of energy coursed throughout her limbs. Jaw parted, the tremendous tiger painfully panted as she broke out into a cold sweat.
BWOOMPH
Brows furrowed, Caitlyn grit her teeth while a terrible and pronounced pressure bore down on the back of her eyes. Her pupils, nestled deep within her sky blue eyes, wildly expanded and contracted when her sclera took on a demonic green glow.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNN
The tigress' thick fingers, sausage shaming in size, bunched and chafed together. Chin tucked against her shoulder Caitlyn warily regarded the steam rising from her bloating stripes.
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
Caitlyn's jeans explosively ruptured. Right down the middle, her ever expanding apple bottom rending her pants apart into a fireworks display of denim, the tigress worriedly meeped.
RRRRRRRRRRRRIP
Her bulbous toes, painfully bunched together, achingly stretched apart the leather wrapped round her limbs.
FWACK
Caitlyn's belt, wrapped tightly around her waist, frayed as it began to pull apart. Biting down on her now impossibly plump lower lip the overinflating tigress desperately fumbled at it.
FWOPPPPP
“C-c-captain Jeff! Detective Briannaaaaa!” Caitlyn worriedly called out. Tail flicking nervously behind her, the tigress' rumbling and panicked mews violently shook the whole of Evidence Storage. The fluorescent light fixtures hanging overhead wildly swung side to side while rows of lockers skittered about the floor.
“Hurf...” Rising to her feet Caitlyn warily steadied herself. As she brought her weight to bear upon her fat feet, the sundered soles of her shoes swallowed up in the wrinkles of her pads, the tiles splintered and shattered beneath her. “S-s-surely one of them will know what to do...” she nervously mulled aloud. T-t-this couldn't have been the first time someone misplaced evidence!
Bunching in on herself, her spherical tits knocking against her chin and all but enveloping her head, the titantic tigress tried to lumber on out of the Demon Clan's crime corner. The instant her broad shoulders scraped against the chain link cage the interlinked lattices of metal crumpled away. They balled, coiled, and compacted in on themselves as if they were but toilet paper before Caitlyn.
With a pout the ballooning beat cop helplessly drank in the damage done. Ohhhhhhhhhh she'd never become a Detective at this rate!
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Body shuddering, Caitlyn continued to bloat. Wide as she was tall she hesitatingly stomped her way down the constrictive and narrow locker aisles.
THOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOM
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Audible creaks roared and echoed throughout Evidence Storage as the very tensing of her tendons proved palpable. Shockwaves rippled out from the tigress with every unconscious flex.
BADOOOM
Light fixtures crashed down from the ceiling. Lockers found themselves flung up into the air by the craggy fissures exploding out from beneath Caitlyn's fat feet. Every successive footfall registered higher and higher and higher on the Richter scale.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOM
Caitlyn winced. She could hear, she could feel, windows blowing out and far away car alarms wailing at every clap of her apocalyptic ass cheeks.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Turning her head this way and that the titanic tigress struggled to peer past the curvature of her hulking shoulders. Much less her her heaving breasts. Teeth clenched, Caitlyn mewled when her jeans, turned jorts, all but disappeared between the curvature of her ass cheeks. Denim thong chafing against her nethers she hesitatingly advanced.
THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Big. Bigger. Biggest Tiggust. As Caitlyn continued to expand out and up what few light fixtures remained caught against her neck. Twinkling clouds of glass and mercury swirled about her head as bunched folds of flesh, densely packed with muscles, crushed and compacted the fixtures into oblivion.
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
Rafters, plaster, insulation, and more collapsed down around Caitlyn when her head began to scape against the ceiling. The whole of Evidence Storage, shoved aside if not stomped flat beneath the tigress' tremendous feet, was all but lost beneath the deluge of debris. “So much for my promotion...” the behemoth beat cop huffed. As beads of sunlight crept in through the cracks rapidly spreading throughout the collapsing structure Caitlyn forlornly straightened what scraps remained of her uniform.
“Who else could it be!?” grimaced the tanuki.
“It's just. I just. I've never known them to be THIS bold,” Jeff sighed. The mouse, stationed in the middle of the street alongside the tanuki, tiredly directed traffic. Crashed cruisers, their air bags popped and strobe lights still flashing, lay scattered about on the sidewalks and in the bushes and crumpled against the base of light poles.
Teeth clenched, Brianna grumbled. Who else but the Demon Clan would sabotage an entire fleet of cruisers? In their own damn precinct no less!? “As if we don't have enough on our plates as it is. Tch. And here I thought today'd be smooth sailing after we pawned off the paper pushing to Caitlyn.”
“A day at a time, Detective. A day at a time. We'll get through this.”
GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
Tremors, earth splitting and stomach churning, radiated out from the CrossRoads Police Department. Fissures split apart the emptied parking lot. Windows popped out of their frames. The very building itself crumbled and sank in on itself as bricks popped free from its facade and the ceiling ominously bowed out.
KRATHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
Heads tilted back, Jeff and Brianna both gawked at the all too familiar, albeit monstrously muscled, feline silhouette exploding up and out from the precinct.
“Cait... lyn?” the mouse meekly squeaked as stray coffee mugs, chairs, and office supplies rained down around him.
“Hi, Captain Jeff!” Caitlyn boomed. Her head, barely visible beyond her hill sized breasts, flashed a nervous smile. Hand held up before her she warily waved down at her bitty bosses.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH
The displaced air from that merest of movements howled with tornadic intensity. Cruisers tumbled wildly across the roads, trees wildly whipped back, and tears streamed from Jeff and Brianna's eyes as their faces cartoonishly stretched back.
Hair blown back, and poofed into an afro, Jeff could do little more than blink. Swaying back and forth, his neurons rapidly misfiring at the shock and awe of it all, he collapsed back onto the sundered street and passed out on the spot.
Brianna, popping her slacked jaw back into place, wildly gestured at the sky blotting and still swelling feline. “CAITLYN!?”
“Oh gosh! Long day, Captain? Enjoy your nap!” Caitlyn boomed.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?”
The titanic tigress nervously giggled. “H-h-hey there, Detective Brianna! So I uh...”
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMP
Caitlyn's thighs, nigh rivaling cooling towers in width, crashed through what walls remained standing at the CrossRoads Police Department. The roof of the precinct, well where it had been anyway, struggled to scrape agaisnt the towering tigress' crotch. “I miiiiight have misplaced some evidence earlier,” she sheepishly acknowledged.
“YOU WHAT!?”
“It was an honest oopsie!” Caitly implored of her.
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
Slinging Jeff over her shoulder, Brianna backed away from the billowing behemoth. In an instant the sundered ruins of the station barely cleared past Caitlyn's knees.
“Heyyyyy. Don't be like that!” Caitlyn pouted. “We'll get this fixed right up! You'll see!” Bending over, her abominals audibly creaking, the tigress casually dragged her fingers through layers of asphalt and bedrock. Scooping up not just Brianna, but the very streets she was skittering across, Caitlyn cupped her speck sized superiors within her palm.
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARN
Wobbling uneasily in place, Caitlyn let slip a monstrous mew as Brianna and Jeff accidentally found themselves tumbling between her cleavage. Literal mountains of mammary came to mold around and insulate them from her continued growth spurts.
GLORP
Brianna desperately clawed at the sweat slicked curves of Caitlyn's tremendous tatas. Cursing to herself she could but watch helplessly as Jeff was swallowed up by the warm and lightless depths. “Caitlyn! CAITLYN DON'T-”
“Sorry, Detective! Sorry, Captain!” the tigress boomed into her breasts. Hands clasped at their sides she unintentionally pancaked Jeff and Brianna flat between her silky soft curves. “So um... promise not to be mad but I miiiiight not be able to finish inventorying evidence today?”
GRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
“I-i-if you have anything else you need me to do though I'd-”
GROOOOOOOOOOOOOAR
“Be more than happy to-”
BWOOOOOOOOOOM
“Help!”
Scratch VS the Data Squad
For: Meisterli
“Data Squad? Wuzzat?” Clad in a puffy beige sweater, its rolled up sleeves torn to shreds, Scratch the Gatomon curiously flicked her purple tufted tail. Nestled deep within the Amiba Forest, and perched atop a tree branch, Scratch squinted down at the colossal canine that had insisted on interrupting her cat nap.
The towering MachGaogamon in question, his pointed ears nearly brushing against her paws, excitedly cleared his throat. “Why I'm so glad you asked, Miss Scratch! The Data Squad is a premier organization, comprised of digital and organic lifeforms alike, who share the selfsame goals of safeguarding peace in both the human world and our own!”
Arms crossed about her chest, her puffy yellow gloved fingers thrumming along her elbows, Scratch hummed and hawed. “Humans... humans...” Ears perking to attention she gasped. “Ohhhhh! You mean like Gulp!”
The blue furred cyborg Shiba, Marcius was his name, couldn't help but chuckle. “Precisely, Miss Scratch! He has been of invaluable assistance to the Data Squad following a, how to say, falling out with his former employer.”
Bouncing about in place, mewling and mrowling excitedly, Scratch's eyes twinkled bright. “The human world!? That's where all the best treats, and friends, are! You're saying I can go back there!?”
Marcius wig wagged contentedly at her enthusiasm. “Provided you accept our invitation!” he teased.
“Well yeahhhhhh!” Scratch leapt down from her perch, skidding to a halt in front of Marcius' twiddling prosthetic toes, before standing at attention. “When do we leave!?”
“Patience, Miss Scratch!” Marcius laughed. Twirling a metal hand about his wrist he produced a clipboard from his palm with a puff of sparks. “Once I've walked you through our waiver we should be good to go!”
“C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!” Eye level with the MachGaogamon's knees Scratch strained her neck to look up at him.
“Ahem! Miss Scratch! Do you consent to screening, and later being paired with, a human partner?”
Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! A human of her own!? “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!” the Gatomon shouted.
Marcius nodded in approval before ticking a box off the attached checklist with a finger turned writing utensil. “Miss Scratch! Do you solemnly swear to protect your partner? To not only accompany them into the unknown but grow alongside them? Becoming a better Digimon, and person, in the process?”
“Mmhmmm!” Scratch answered with a furious nod of her head.
The MachGaogmon hum hummed as he ticked off another box. “Lastly! Do you promise to safeguard not just the digital world, but the human world as well, from threats both within and without?”
Hands on her hips, Scratch sported a snaggletoothed smile. “Psh. I'm no stranger to scraps! Bring em' on!”
BOOP
With a scribble and pap the waiver dissolved into pixelated streams of data. Bit by bit, byte by byte, the flaking piece of paper reconstituted itself into a swirling vortex that hovered just above the Digimon. Hands tucked behind his back, Marcius pivoted back and forth atop his prosthetic heels. “Miss Scratch, it is my profound pleasure to welcome you... to the Data Squad!”
BZEWWWWWW
Beads of light, blinding and warm, trickled down from the eye of the vortex. Mrowling curiously, Scratch flailed her fuzzy limbs when she found herself stretching up towards it alongside Marcius. Her body buzzing, electricity crackling down her spine, the Gatomon clenched her fists and bit down on her lip as she was converted into raw data.
“Worry not, Miss Scratch!” Marcius reassured her while his ears crumbled away into voxels. “We'll arrive in the human world shortly! Hang on!”
VBEWWWWWWWWWW
In a blinding flash of light Scratch felt herself swallowed up by a wave of static. Her ears rang as the hiss of white noise all but deafened her. Limbs heavy, and leaden, the Gatomon's arms and legs crackled and tensed at the slightest twitch.
FWOOOOOOOOOOOSH
Blinking furiously, Scratch pitifully meowed as her senses of sight and sound returned. Flopped face first onto cool segmented stone, her butt sticking up into the air, she let slip a nauseous groan.
“Miss Scratch! Are you quite alright?” Marcius worriedly awooed. Dropping to his knees he slipped his gauntlets beneath her arms and gingerly set the feline back upon her feet.
“Never better...” Scratch mrowled as her eyes spun about their sockets. Shaking her head, the Gatomon papped at her cheeks and blink blinked away the stars swirling around her noggin. Exhaling heavily, her breath misting before her, Scratch pulled down her tattered sleeves with a pronounced brrrrrrrr. “W-w-what is this place?” she chittered.
“This, Miss Scratch, is what humans call a server farm!” Arms tossed out to his sides, Marcius gestured towards the endless aisles of humming hardware stretching out before them. Clouds of frosted air pooled down from the vents running along the ceiling and shrouded the whole of the operation in a bone-chilling mist.
Mouth agape, Scratch pitter pattered forward along the tiled floor. “Servers?”
“Mmhmm!” With a polite nod, the MachGaogamon whirled about on his heels and flipped off the wall spanning monitor they had leapt out from. “This is but one of many at the Data Squad's beck and call! Our agents use these as hubs, so to speak, to effortlessly and freely hopscotch across realms!” Ears drooping, and visor flicked down over his eyes, Marcius took to rubbing at the back of his head. “That and... I've put on quite a few terabytes since my Rookie days. Myself, and our fellow Ultimate and Mega level operatives, out and out require such powerful computational apparatus to perform our duties!”
Tapping at her chin, and tail wrapped around her shivering waist, Scratch let her eyes wander. “So these doohickeys are what letcha make the jump between the human world and our own?”
“At dizzying speeds, might I add!” Marcius proudly borked. “We'll be using them to make another jump, shortly at that, as a matter of fact!” Dropping to a kneel, his big bork butt resting atop his metal heels, the MachGaogamon timidly typed away at a terminal that was woefully undersized for someone of his stature. His back to the Gatomon, the canid cyborg tossed a look over his shoulder with a wag of his tail. “Why not stretch your legs, Miss Scratch? It will take some time to coordinate the logistics of with my Partner. With any luck they'll be arriving shortly!”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...” Smacking her lips, Scratch sniffed and snuffed curiously at the super chilled air laden and heavy with ionized sparks, thermal paste, and burning silicon. It smelled... it smelled... positively heavenly! “Okay! Don't keep me waiting too long now!” tutted the Gatomon. “I wanna meet me some humans!”
“But of course, Miss Scratch,” Marcius giggled. Bidding her off with a wave he reached into his black pants pocket and produced a Digivice. With a pronounced click it powered on and, to the MachGaogamon's blushing delight, the strawberry blonde visage of his Partner appeared. “Master Melissa! I hope I have not kept you waiting overlong!”
A crackling snort spilled out from the Digivice's screen as a human, her long and luxurious hair spilling past her shoulders, motioned to pat pat at the canine's snoot. “Marcius it's been all of, what, half-an-hour?”
Cheeks puffed out, and puppy dog eyes wavering at full power, he pitifully nosed at the Digivice.
Slouching forward with a sigh, Melissa bashfully kissed back at him through the screen. “None of that now. We can make up for time lost when I get there! What's the status report?”
“Proceeding apace, Master Melissa!” Marcius borked with a salute. “I was able to successfully establish contact with Miss Scratch and, not only that, enlist her to our cause! She eagerly awaits meeting not only you but her prospective Partners!”
“Outstanding work, Marcius!” echoed Melissa's voice amongst the racks of servers. “I'm expecting big things from her!”
Scratch twirled about on her heels as she lost herself among the endless aisles. D-d-data. Hands papped against her cheeks she excitedly wiggled and waggled. So so so much scrumptious data...
Licking her lips, the Gatomon shamelessly leaned forward and nummed at the low hanging hard plastic cables daisy chained from one piece of hardware to another. Teeth sinking deep into the copper wiring, static dancing along her lips, Scratch giddily mrowllllled! MmmmMmmmMmmmmmmmmm!
“Thas the good stuff...” she lazily purred. Suckling on fiber-optic cable, the plastic shell fraying apart, Scratch shuddered as sparks crackled along her tongue. Nothing from back home ever could, ever would, compete with this! Hands cupped against her cheeks she greedily slurped it up like a strand of spaghetti.
TATUNK
Eyes half-lidded, the Gatomon watched as one of the routers her snack had been plugged into clattered to the floor. I-i-it sure would be a shame to let it go to waste... Guiltily looking over her shoulder, eyes swishing this way and that, Scratch scooped up the router and romfed right into it. Sticks of RAM and a primitive CPU board crunched apart between her jaws. Head tossed back, Scratch shuddered as shards of fiberglass, epoxy resin, and solder rolled along her gums.
GLURK
“That hits the spot...” Scratch gasped as she rubbed at her tummy.
BABABWOOOMP
Licking her lips, Scratch paid to no mind to the subtle lengthening of her limbs. Data, raw and unfiltered, poured onto her petite frame. With every swallow, every delicious download, the Digimon's body grew to accommodate it.
S-s-surely these new friends of hers wouldn't miss a measly single server...
ROMF
A-a-a single stack...
OMF
A-a-a single aisle...
GLURK
“Miss Scratch? Oh Miss Scratch!” Marcius called out. Hands cupped around his muzzle, the MachGaogamon lumbered through the high-tech labyrinth shrouded in mist. Up and down, back and forth, he patrolled the aisles in search of the short stack of a cat. “Miss Scraaaaaatch! Preparations are compleeeete! Master Melissa and our esteemed guests will be warping here shortly! Oh Miss Scraaaatch!”
The tiled floor, noisily clacking beneath Marcius' metallic feet, abruptly transitioned into the tell tale crunch of gravel.
“Hum?” Head cocked to the side, the MachGaogamon tucked his chin against his chest and gasped. Entire swathes of the floor lay carved apart or crushed in. Heaving gashes split apart the very bedrock and the crumpled remains of empty server racks, their haunting and skeletal silhouettes barely visible through the cold fog, lay scattered about.
Fur standing on end, and the jet thrusters jutting from his back revving to life, Marcius readied for combat. Why this... this could only be the work of Gizumon! Who else but those artificial abominations, the Data Squad's sworn enemies, would dare strike at the heart of their operations!?
W-w-wait! But where was Miss Scratch!? “Miss Scratch! Miss Scratch!” Marcius worriedly howled as he hurtled himself into the unknown. Arms held out before him, and legs tucked close together, the MachGaogamon flicked down his visor and scanned the area for friendly and hostile signatures alike. Nothing, save a single and obnoxiously oversized signature, registered on his sensors. “Grrrr. They must be signal jamming! Miss Scratch! Miss ScraAAAHHH!”
FWUMPH
With a whine, and a pitiful aroo, Marcius crashed face first into a wall of white that perfectly blended into the fog.
“Mrowr!” Rubbing at her smarting cheek, a very sleepy, sizable, and chubby tired Scratch blearily blinked. Eyes swiveling along the bottoms of her sockets she grumpily mewled as her gaze settled on Marcius. “”Mew interrupted my cat nap...” the Gatomon pouted.
Tongue blepped out, Marcius staggered to his feet as he rubbed at the side of his head. There, towering before him, lounged an unmistakably enormous friendly signature. “M-m-miss Scratch!?”
Tears beading along her eyes, Scratch let slip a jaw splitting yawn. Flopped forward on her tummy, her back and ears brushing against the ceiling, the frumpy feline nuzzled her head into the back of her hands. “What do ya want?” she sleepily mumbled.
“Miss Scratch what have you done!?”
Nose wrinkling, Scratch idly splayed her fingers and cleaved apart the tiles beneath her palms. This bork was such a bother! Why couldn't he just leave her be...
Hands clasped against the sides of his head, Marcius worriedly paced about. “Ohhhh Master Melissa will be most displeased!”
The Gatomon's ears flicked and flopped to and fro as those fuzzy satellite dishes noisily mangled the vents hanging just overhead. Mrowlllll. What was he so worked up about anyway?
“Why she... she... she might even chastise me! Accuse me, assail me, of being a bad boy!” Eyes gone wide, the MachGaogamon whined and wept at the thought.
Lips scrunched, Scratch sank her snaggleteeth into her bottom lip. “Would mew pipe down already?” she mrowled. Her tail, lazily swishing behind her, coiled it about a server rack. With a sashay of her hips she sent it skidding forth with a raucous clatter. “Here. I know what'll cheer ya up!”
“Miss Scratch this is entirely unbecoming of-”
GLULK
Arms flailing at his sides, Marcius helplessly borked when a knotted tangle of networking cables were stuffed between his flapping gums.
“See?” Scratch giggled as the MachGaogamon went silent while he unwillingly gulped and glurped and gobbled down the Data Squad's invaluable infrastructure. “I bet you're feelin' better already!”
Trembling, Marcius shamefully tucked his tail between his legs as his imposing and muscular frame bloated out and up with every swallow. “M-m-miss Scratch! This is tantamount to sabotage!”
“Awright, awright,” Scratch said with a roll of her eyes. “I see how it is. Yer too ashamed to ask for seconds!”
Teeth clenched, Marcius borked when his head bonked against the ceiling as he incessantly swelled. Dropping to a crouch, his broad prosthetic feet splitting the tiled floor, he rubbed at the bump on his head. “Now see here, Miss Scratch! I have no problem with-“
At that a Cheshire grin crept up along Scratch's smug mug.
In response profuse blush erupted across his cheeks as the MachGaogamon caught himself. “I-I-I mean I DO have a problem with sampling and snacking on such sweet and sumptuous servers that are integral to our day to day operations!”
GULLLLLLLLP
Eyes gone wide, Marcius let slip mumbled cries as Scratch shoved an entire server down his pie hole. He tried, he really tried, not to enjoy it as much as he did!
Snickering to herself, Scratch rubbed whiskers with the gigantic and growing grump as he was slowly forced to lay down prone alongside her. “See? What did I say?” the Gatomon teased as she ruffled his scruff. Lips scrunched, Scratch still couldn't shake the feeling she had forgotten something. Something important... Wait a minute! That's right!
“The humans!!!” Scratch gasped with glee. “Our mew friends! Where are they?”
“T-t-they should be arriving any moment now...” Marcius wearily sighed.
“Well c'mon then!” the Gatomon beamed. “Ooooooh I can't wait to meet 'em!”
“Arooooooooo. Forgive me Master Melissa...” Marcius whined as he reluctantly shuffled alongside Scratch towards the wall spanning monitor flickering back to life.
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