Beauty Kills The Beast

[ambrosia]

Coco was back on her feet. Almost like some wild animal, she pounced from the ground and on top of the cat. Coco was yelling something, something angry and vicious, in a language no one could understand. She then pierced her talons into Hannah's back and with two clean strokes, shredded the skin into useless dead weight, strings of skin hanging loosely like torn sinews of muscle on bones.

She stepped back a few feet. Chunks of skin stained and coated in blood and strange liquid hung from her long nails. They clicked together like threats as Hannah painfully crawled on the ground. Coco threw up those same gory hands and shouted something, in more words that were not understandable. But the was she began pacing in a haughty posture, top slightly cowering to appear as both looming and sleek, it was as if she was... testing her subordinate.

"Do it again, try again, go on, move, I dare you, try and escape, resist, resist, I dare you!"

[primus]

The cat's shrill cry of pain made everyone below scream and slam their hands to their ears. The scream was garbled with the sound of spit, but it was still a scream. A terrible, horrible one of utter pain.

She turned over and stood, despite Coco's challenge. She cringed before she could help it, the soft sound of fur shifting against fur, and she wished for a sympathetic look, and only a firm grip on her rising temperature kept it from kicking in as core programming reacted to the sheer strength the fox radiated.

The feline mind purred. The human brain groaned.

Feline instincts found her eyes lingering on the lines of Coco's head, curved black that looked sinfully smooth to touch, and Hannah ruthlessly pushed aside the thought before it could go any further.

It was Coco, for Pit's sake. Coco. It wasn't much, but it was still a distraction, and a moment later her body temperature whirled to life as her attention slipped, and she groaned. Audibly.

Coco really, really didn't deserve to have Hannah's new core programming gleefully bringing up images of what those strong hands would feel like, and the hum of her breath as she stroked against her body, scarred skin following the flawless curves of her new body, caressing hot spots and lingering on the spot where her tail joined and sensors would spring to life at even the ghost of a touch and--

The challenge had barely left Coco's lips when Hannah lunged forward with a snarl. She slammed Coco's front with such force that the wall dented and cracked. Hannah gave no quarter. Slender, cruel fingers tore at skin and hooked under scars and pulled and twisted until skin shrieked in protest.

Hannah was stronger than she looked and so fast her hands seemed everywhere at once, tearing and clawing. Blood gushed from open wounds. She continued her assault, delirious with power and vengeance as she ripped Coco apart.

So she was a peacock now. Strutting her feathers, while everyone around her assumed she was running around with a constant hard-on. Wetness. Whatever.

Peachy. Just slagging peachy.

So Coco probably had the idea that being around her made Hannah worked up because Coco was a fox, and Hannah was a feline and felines were sex addicts and would do anyone, and she wasn't sure all that would be an improvement to explain to the fox that it had actually been a very scientific response aimed at a potential mate rather than just raving nympho tendencies showing themselves.

Rock and a hard place, really. No wonder felines liked to let everyone think they just liked 'facing that much. It left them a lot less vulnerable when people didn't think it was anything they meant that seriously.

Her body temperature seemed to have consider children for fraction of a second before deciding against them--and for fuck's sake, children are barely more than half her size, so thank God for small mercies, at least--but still Hannah had barely managed to suppress a groan.

Hannah got the distinct impression that those feline instincts also wouldn't at all mind a good ol' 'facing with the fox at all. Coco... attractive enough to make feline programming downright purr in her mind again, and while she got an uncomfortable amount of images of just how very well her programming would like a roll in the hay with the fox, the temperature stayed low.

(lol we gotta plan more of these kick-ass-kill parts )

[ambrosia]

Just the slightest, merely a simple inch away and it set Coco off, who dove violently at her.

Two bodies collided, inteding to kill one another. Coco only grunted at the impact and made no move to fight back. Her face tightened in agony, stifling a groan. Her whole body ran dangerously hot. Her raw emotion given physical form, exploded unlike a sated and sleepy beast.

Coco roared with offense, shoving a foot into Hannah's chest.

"Worthless piece of slag. Fool," Coco whispered. The quietness of her own voice took her by surprise. She laughed, loud and screeching. Now every attack was her plan with no foolhardy show-dog of a feline in her way.

Huge, powerful hands clamped onto Coco's shoulders and twisted. She shrieked something. Guttural, deep, full of moisture. Dangerous and sharp the claws clicking at her. She gnashed her fangs at her, thrashed dirtied claws at her.

Coco slammed Hannah against a wall and leaned in close to her ears. "You are a worhtless, pathetic little shit, Hannah. I want you to know that. You're loud, obnoxious, rude, stupid and immature, and I can't stand even a moment around you." She gripped her shoulders tightly.

Coco brought a piece of glass from one of the Building's windows close to Hannah's face. "See this?" She whispered in the feline's ears harshly. "This is a cutter. Used to cut through feline's hides for operations. Without proper pain relievers, this little thing can really sting."

Coco grabbed Hannah's right wrist and lifted it up, just over her head, exposing the underside of her upper arm. The fox carefully carved a few lines into the underside of Hannah's upper arm.

"This," said the fox casually, "is to remind you of how worthless you are. Every time you step out of line, or whenever I feel like it, I'm going to punish you. And you deserve every bit of it.

[primus]

She was totally unprepared for the lightning bolts of agony that shot through her body in the next moment. She cried out as much in shock as in pain. "No!!" she shrieked. She flailed back, blindly lashing out as something dangerously close to panic seized her processors.

She nearly doubled over, whimpering and shuddering as she experienced a level of pain she'd never been exposed to before. She held in her cries; the pain was so bad, so intense..

But then, the respect for Coco only flared up even more. While fantasizing about children was one thing, she was not going to acknowledge the images in the back of her mind that informed her just how very good it could be with the fox, who knew what to touch, what to do; who knew her responses and would spend hours worshipping the wide expanse of her beautiful, flawless, sensitive back and running clawed fingers over delicate hot spots, and--

Slag. Slag it all to the Pit.

She flailed her arms before sinking her digits into Coco's arm. She had a line-up of fiery insults on the tip of her tongue, ready to counter any degradation. Searing tension dribbled through Hannah's frame like acid on her tongue.

Oh, to see Coco squirm beneath her...Hannah fantasized about it. I'll plug her until she shuts the hell up! She felt her body heating up against her will. Her core programming let her know in no uncertain terms that it approved of the idea, Coco pressed hard against her body as they tore through the air together, the exhilaration of being the first to introduce the fox to the wonders of flight--

--And Hannah bit back a tired sigh and kept the grip on her body temperature.

Out of all the animal-builds, she just had to end up in the sex-obsessed one, and a moment later her new body agreed as Coco shifted, the sound of sliding, moving, old scars won in battle catching the light of the moon, and her body heat picked up again before she could stop it, drawing a groan from the new cat.

She had nothing to keep down the unwanted and very, very graphic images of being pinned by the larger fox and the feel of strong hands playing with her body as she mewled and arched into the touch and submitted to the demands of the fox.

A violent shudder wracked Hannah's frame. She'd attack with all her strength and speed and cruelty. She'd killed countless people with far less effort. And yet her master stand above her, and she'd still kneel.

[ambrosia]

"I gave you a fair chance, Hannah. You took it eagerly; I'd expect no less. And you attacked well, without hesitation or remorse."

She dragged the shard across the feline's chest, carving something inter her skin.

"All the same, though, you failed," Coco accentuated the last word with a sharp cut to Hannah's skin.

"You failed to wrest leadership from my grasp. That is why you will always be second to me. Beneath me. You will always kneel at my feet," Coco said. Every word was underscored with a slash.

"This is only the beginning, the prologue of this whole life-changing lesson for you, brat. It's time you started to understand that no one loves you, and no one would really even care even if they knew you were being hurt like this." She sliced again and again and again.

"Look down for yourself."

'WORTH' was etched on her chest. "It's going to be 'WORTHLESS'. You get to finish it." A sudden silence lingered in the air as Hannah took Coco's words in.

[primus]

As soon as the blade touched her again, she shrieked. Oh, but it wasn't like any other shriek. No, no, it was something more. Something she would never hear from anything else on this planet. It was so painful, her screeching, that everyone within a mile's radius had to stop what they were doing to slam their hands to their ears, screaming as if in a morbid display of imitating hers.

The feline programming in her preened at the obvious admiration, pleased to be confirmed in her attractiveness. The human part very firmly ignored the same.

She must have heard wrong...right? She grabbed the glass and pressed the blade against her chest, next to the 'H'. She shuddered fearfully, shut her eyes and made the first cut on herself. Closing her eyes helped her relax. It hurt less that way. She winced and cried a little, then looked down. There was a jagged line running down her chest, dripping, like the other marks, with blood. She shuddered again and finished what would be viewed as the 'L'.

She still had the 'E' and the two 'S's'. She continued, trying to keep her cries down to a minimum, but she couldn't help it. The pain was just too much for her to handle. She begged silently for someone to rescue her. Her silent prayers when unheard as she finished the final letter.

"I am not one of your mindless little groupies," Hannah ground out, keeping her voice level by a superb effort of will. She flinched as a few drops of Coco's blood pattered onto her shoulders.

After a long moment, she rested her position--expression changing slightly, body shifting, head held higher, and the familiar heat of her temperature rose.

I like you, was the feline's translation. You interest me. We should explore this further.

[ambrosia]

To Coco, it was not just the piercing scream that filled her with dread; it was the dread filled in the piercing scream. It was so... terrible, as if Hannah was suffering the worst possible pain ever imaginable. It made something inside Coco's stomach twist.

"No. You're not. And yet you make no effort to stand and face me as an equal," Coco said.

Coco wrapped her fingers around the cone between Hannah's legs. The sensors there connected directly to the sensors of her whole body. From there she could uplink with anyone for sexual pleasure if she chose so--and it was one of Coco's favorite parts to abuse.

"Your cone is warm today," purred Coco with mock affection. "Anticipating me?"

Her lips twisted into a fanged grin. The fox risked letting Hannah's arm go, but it was too banged up, it wasn't likely she could do much anyway.

[primus]

"Only because--ahh!--because youoooh!-- you weren't fair!" Hannah squawked. Her own words sounded hollow and absurd in her own ears. But this treatment was far more than she was willing to bear in silence. She couldn't stop a hiss of pleasure at the sudden unexpectedness.

Hannah was snarling. Her voice was a fusion of fury and fear. She was threatening as well as pleading.

Those icy, sharp fingers stroked up and down the cone's length, robbing Hannah of coherent thought. Out of pure instinct she arched into the touch while simultaneously hating her own weakness. She grunted and grimaced, painfully conscious of Coco watching her face.

And though Hannah wanted to fight, wanted so badly to break free, the equipment she was exposing was too dangerous to risk damage. Damage those looming bloodied claws were not afraid to inflict. One of them pierced the cone and it was enough of a startle for them to open with reluctant groans and whirrs.

Oh and out of all those strange sounds she had heard today, it was Coco's triumphant howl, her sneer that frightened and disturbed her the most.

The victorious hum was interrupted by another shattering cry from Hannah. Hannah spasmed uncontrollably, throwing around words probably too incoherent for even Coco to understand.

The feline purred in the back of her mind and Hannah hesitated as she tried for the first time to really see the fox as the feline saw her.

Strong. Stubborn. Unflinchingly loyal. Hannah knew that much, already. Bearings of chrome steel and the ability and willingness to take shots that could have killed a smaller person and still take on an army with relentless brutality. Not news, either.

Strong, the feline whispered in her mind, and she let it come to the forefront of her awareness as she tried to see through its eyes.

Gleaming black bearing the scars of countless battles that even the best of a medic's work couldn't remove completely; battles fought and survived, won or lost; scars earned in the defence of what she believed in, an unbreakable oath she had honored unflinchingly through it all.

Old -- ancient -- and the very feel of it penetrated the air in a way that made her wonder how she never noticed before. Older than human civilization, older than entire species, older than anyone on the planet.

The feline wanted a mate, someone to have its offspring, and Coco had proved her strength, her loyalty, and her protectiveness and will to survive, and no slagging wonder the thing was completely taken with her, and it wasn't just the feline watching the dark fox with admiration this time.

Mate.

And Hannah could probably live with that, she realized.

[ambrosia]

Coco laughed and paused. She idly toyed with a hip.

"Mmm, unfair. I suppose you have a point. You never gave me a chance to return the favor. Perhaps I should subject you to a similar test. You take whatever punishment I choose to give and, if you're still functioning when I'm through, you're worthy of being alive. Would that be fair, Hannah?" Coco asked. The coaxing softness of her voice clashed with a new volley of slaps.

It only appeared to have a good effect on Coco, who shuddered with a pleasureable grumble deep within her throat. But still, the cat relented and with each twist of the cat came more energy that filled her master with delicious power and ravishing purrs.

[primus]

"N-no! You-- you were fair... Coco," Hannah blurted. She realized she was trembling as she spoke. Conflicting emotion rolled through her. She couldn't help but notice the way she groveled now, so like the sycophants she despised. But she knew this was different somehow. None of the others had Coco's blood drying on their bodies, because Coco had allowed them to take it. And this felt good. Not just the physical sensations, the burning knife's edge between pain and pleasure Coco had balanced her on. The thrill of her master's favor, the superiority that came with being chosen. Hannah whimpered before she could stop herself.

She was turned around, and she cringed at the sight of her master: mangled by the cat's own hands, smeared in blood, plating torn asunder, wires dangling, liquid showering from places they shouldn't. She was a monstrosity, a thing that should be dead but wasn't, a thing over which death held no power. Hannah sank lower to the floor.

(You know what, I quit. I don't need this bullshit egging me on in life.)

[ambrosia]

[You wanna be like that? FINE. Just let me post my story part, okay?]

"Mm, that's right, Hannah. Good," Coco purred her approval, "And I don't want 'groupies'. I want warriors. Warriors who will serve me without sacrificing their own strength."

More blood dripped from Coco's open wounds, this time landing on Hannah's head.

[primus]

She reached up and brushed over the spot. She drew her hand around to study the warm purple liquid. It was her master' s life essence, and what little proof there was of her mortality. Of her weakness. Hannah murmured softly at the thought, and the curious sort of inverted power she'd stumbled onto. She flicked her tongue out to taste. Hannah slid a finger between pale colored lips.

(I'll finish this later, if you don't mind. I want to go to bed.)

[ambrosia]

There was no mistaking the heavy whirr of Coco's breath as she watched her.

"Do you like that?" Coco asked. She shook her arm and sent more blood dripping downward, onto her foot. Her eyes burned a hot and rich crimson, the color of melting metal.

[I'm tired. ]

[primus]

Hannah groaned again as she slid her finger from her mouth, savoring the sharp taste of her master's blood. She had intended a coherent response to Coco, somehow, but it felt like every single nerve in her body had roared to life and assaulted her mind with raw, open craving. For the first time since her false victory, Hannah looked up and met Coco's gaze. It was a look, that until now, Hannah had only seen in the throes of her fight. And even then it had been enough to remind Hannah why she'd answered a summons from an unknown outlaw of a woman.

"Yes, Coco," Hannah breathed. She lowered her head to lap the drops of blood from Coco's foot. As she slid her mouth over its angular contours, some distant part of her mind felt vaguely embarrassed over the fact that her body was vibrating with the most powerful charge she'd ever felt in her life. One noise from Coco shattered what reserve Hannah had left. She worked her tongue up passed Coco's ankle and arched her back, yearning for more contact. She was beyond caring if Coco struck her or caressed her. All she knew was that she needed her master's hands on her, tearing her down and in doing so exalting her above the superficial loyalties of the others.

[ambrosia]

"Very good, Hannah. Stand up," Coco said curtly, voice strained.

She bit her lip with longing, hands twitching.

"And you carry your end of the deal. You obey me," she finished, eyes boring into Hannah hungrily.

[We need to end this soon. It's been going on for too long.]