Shooting Range

“Hey, pup.” There’s a chipped ceramic ashtray sitting on the steel drum next to them, into which she snuffs her cigarette. He almost wishes she hadn’t; although he’s all but given up, there’s still something very calming to him about the scent. “Mind if I ask you something?”

“Don’t call me pup,” he replies.

Yuki, he has learned, likes it better when there’s a bit of resistance. She’s got no interest in the weak or the spineless, save for entertainment; even amongst her minions, there is a boldness that counterbalances their absolute lack of competence. For him, the transition is less easy. The military taught him to keep his head down and follow orders, a lesson learned hard to and hard to unlearn.

“Sure, whatever,” she says happily, her tail twitching. “So. What is it with guys and being obsessed with size?”

He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, but doesn’t respond straight away. Instead he snaps down his ear protectors, levels his shotgun and fires: three actions, one swift flow of motion. The gun roars and kicks in his hands, but the slug hits the target anyway.

He is, he has to admit, a little surprised. He has this gun more for the sheer absurdity of it, rather than how practical it is; they made them from cut-down aircraft guns in the old country, and the recoil is more than a little obscene. Mind you, after being around QP, he’s starting to believe that accuracy is overrated. It’s all about how much of the air you can fill.

When he’s done admiring his handiwork, he pulls down the ear protectors and rejoins the conversation. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” she drawls. “With guys, everything has to be big. Big guns, big muscles, big dicks…”

He winces a little, but doesn’t reply. He’s been around her long enough to know that she has a kind of… elegance, when she wants to. She can be sinuous, lithe, stylish. Fascinating. But she delights in breaking that expectation, in playing the contrarian. Aru , he thinks, would never talk so openly – or crudely – about the size of a man’s weapon, although he’s sure she has certain opinions about his.

“Where are you going with this?” he asks.

“I just don’t really get it,” she huffs. “Women don’t compensate like that.”

She pulls on her ear protectors, levels her revolver, and fires six times in quick succession. Decent groupings, he thinks clinically, for a gun with a basic patridge sight. He wonders if she maintains it properly – it doesn’t seem to fit her character. Maybe he should take a look. Misfires are never pretty.

“See?” she says, gesturing downrange with the barrel. “You don’t need a big gun to hit the target.”

He waits for her to pull off her ear protectors – and put the revolver down – before he speaks. His shotgun feels embarrassing big in his hands. “Sure. But… well. You know. If something’s good, you want more of it. Best way to do that is to make it bigger.”

“That right?” She grins wickedly, and he has the sinking feeling that he’s fallen into a trap. “Well, I get that, I guess. Much always wants more. Speaking of getting big,” she says, and lets a delicate second elapse before continuing, “I’ve heard rumours that you’ve been running around with a very big rabbit.”

His ears flatten. They were seen? Well, of course they were seen – even in this town, giant rabbits wearing the shredded remains of an outfit would stand out – but he’s worried about Aru’s reputation.

“That’s none of your business,” he replies, furrowing his brow.

“I’m going to own this town someday, so everything that happens here is my business,” Yuki shoots back. Her tone is acerbic. “You fucked her, didn’t you? That brain-dead bunny, I mean.”

“Watch it.” The bark in his voice is undeniable. His muscles stiffen, and his tail twitches. He needs to put the shotgun down, he thinks dimly. Wouldn’t want to accidentally use it.

“Tch. Tells me all I needed to know. Honestly, I thought you had better taste. I mean, I know you banged QP. I get that. You’re both mutts, and she’s not bad if you’re into idiots. Hell, if I had a dick, I’d probably fuck QP. Just to see her face. But that rabbit? She’s got nothing going for her.” Yuki’s voice speeds up as she carries on, her tail lashing. “Kiriko says she’s hiding some serious power, and that she sneaks around sometimes at night, but what does she do with it? Nothing. No ambition, no intelligence, no personality. Just a set of tits.”

“I’d rather fuck her than you,” he bites back, and regrets it. It’s such a petty thing to say. He’s better than that. Aru is better than that.

“That a fact? It’s because you’re into big girls, right? ‘Oh, milady, take my jacket, you seem to have burst your shirt. Oh, milday, have my boots as well, take them!’ Meanwhile your dick’s hitting your thighs so hard you can see it on CCTV. What a joke.”

She takes a step closer to him, drawing up to her full height and puffing out her chest. It makes him wish that she wasn’t taller than him, or that she didn’t have such a firm-looking bust. She knows it, too; there is a definite smugness in the curl of her mouth as she makes her declaration.

“I’ll bet you a month’s pay, right now, that I’m three times the lay that idiot rabbit is.”

He sniffs. “Easy to make bets on a contest that’ll never happen.”

“Hey. I take my bets seriously, pup. I’m down, a hundred percent. You take the bet and I’ll do it right here, right now.” Her smirk widens. “What, you too scared to fuck your boss? You don’t wanna get on top and make me writhe? I’ll moan if you like.” She raises her voice to a mocking falsetto. “‘Oh, Jaune, you’re so big, I don’t know if I can take the whole thing!’ ‘Oh, yeah, just like that, it’s soooo good…’ ‘Oh, don’t take it out, I want to cuddle for a bit!’ How about it? That get you off?

“Fuck you,” he says, flatly.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” she crows. “That’s what you like. That kind of simpering crap you get from girls who take one thrust and it goes straight to their brain. You don’t know how to handle a real woman. Or maybe…” Her face lights up with twisted inspiration. “You’re just scared.”

“Scared?”

“Yeah. That once you’ve had a taste of real pussy, you won’t be able to go back to those two idiots anymore. You’ll get down to business and the whole time you’re ploughing them, you’ll be sitting there wishing it were me, because that dog doesn’t know how to fuck and the rabbit’s not worth fucking in the first place. You’ll try to pretend you’re satisfied, but sooner or later, you’ll come straight back to me, just begging for a taste of this,” she says, gesturing to her crotch.

His eye twitches. In his heart, what he had with QP and Aru was special. He can’t listen to her talk about them like this – and he can’t stomach that smug, know-it-all attitude from her either. But the only way to prove her wrong is –

“Fine,” he says. His voice is like iron. “Bet’s on. Get ready, because I’m going to fuck you into the dirt.”

“Oh, we got a big man. Good for you!” the says mockingly. “Alright, get your dick out. This shouldn’t take long.”

She’s a little taller than he is, and all over him before he even knows how to react – one hand on the back of his head, pressing his face against her chest, and the other confidently jerking his belt from his pants as if she’s done it a thousand times before. She flicks it to the ground, smirking, and it is only seconds later that he feels her fingers brushing against his cock.

“Ooh. This might not be that bad at all. The equipment’s there, even though you probably don’t know how to use it.” She slides her hand across the length, and gives it a few firm strokes. “I’ve seen bigger, though. Alright, pup. Over here.”

She takes him firmly in her hand and leads him to a stand of tall grass growing by the range. He thinks, momentarily, that it’s lucky they have the range to themselves today. But if they didn’t, things never would have gotten this far.

“I want to make two things clear before we start,” she says, in a way that’s oddly irritable for a woman about to get what she wants. “First, don’t you fucking dare kiss me.”

“Don’t worry,” he says dryly. “I don’t think anybody actually wants to kiss you.”

Her tail lashes once, but she lets it roll off her and moves on. “Second, anything that rabbit can do, I can do better. And that includes her little growth stunt.”

She produces a little pink vial – with worrying skulls on the label – from her jacket pocket, bites off the stopper and chugs it before he even has chance to think about stopping her. He hears the liquid hissing as it goes down, and hopes it’s just carbonation. Her nose crinkles as the taste hits her.

“Cherry. I told Kiriko I hate cherry,” she mutters.

“A growth serum?” he asks, an eyebrow arching. “You… went to a lot of trouble for this. Is there something between you and Aru? Or are you just that insecure?”

“Shut up, pup. I just don’t like it when other people play with my toys.”

“Unless it’s QP.”

“That mutt’s a special case,” she says, waving a hand as if to dismiss the thought. “She usually wins when I fight her, so she can do what she wants. Besides, if you give the dog a bone, she’s out of my hair for a few hours so there’s a benefit. There’s no benefit to letting the rabbit get her rocks off. Anyway, according to the doc this stuff takes effect in five minutes, so we better keep you warmed up until it hits.”

She sheds her jacket without a thought, revealing that she’s wearing nothing underneath. Her skin is pale, her body lithe and toned; she is fit in a way that QP wasn’t, lean and trim instead of the husky vitality the dog-girl has. There’s definitely an appeal there, he thinks, and as he lets his hands wander halting across her stomach, he feels arousal begin to blunt his irritation.

“What’re you grinning about?” she asks, even as she yanks open the buttons of his pants and begins to slide them down.

“You don’t want to know,” he tells her.

“Don’t tell me what I want. Spit it out. That’s an order.”

“I was thinking,” he says lightly, “that… whatever weird chip you have on your shoulder when it comes to Aru, you can’t really compete with her when it comes to breasts.”

“See? It’s always about size with guys,” she huffs. Her hand closes around his shaft again; the warmth of her fingers is almost ticklish. “Pretty sure she pads anyway.”

“She doesn’t. I would know.”

“Yeah, well. In five minutes, I’ll have tits the size of her head.”

And if you gave her ten minutes, she could have tits the size of you, he thinks to himself. He’s still wise enough not to say it out loud, though, at least not when she’s got her hand on his junk. She’s stroking him now, quickly and roughly, working the whole length of his shaft. It’s so… odd, he thinks, the way she’s doing it – too gung-ho, too hurried. Like she’s nervous, but pretending not to be.

If it were anybody else, he’d tell her to slow down – to relax, take it easy, enjoy the moment. But he feels like that would just annoy her more. She wants to be in control, to take the lead. He closes his eyes, and tries to open himself to that – not just to the way she’s working his dick, but the way she’s breathing, her other hand sneakily winding under his shirt to feel the muscles of his chest. He lets the sensations drift over him.

“I think it’s working,” she purrs.

For a moment, he wonders if she’s talking about the hand-job, in which case she’s sorely mistaken. But then he opens his eyes, and her head is a few inches north of where he expects it to be – and getting further before his eyes. Her taut muscles ripple and expand, and her leggings stretch dangerously as they struggle to contain her.

“How do you like me now?” she asks.

Her voice is a low contralto, and she towers almost a full meter above him; his eyeline sits almost level with her navel. Unlike Aru, though, it doesn’t feel like an inhuman amount of growth. Chemistry has limits, after all, and whatever tricks Aru is picking up from Krila do not. Still, it does more for him than her hands could.

He doesn’t resist when her hands fall on his shoulders and pull him towards her. He doesn’t know if he could; she feels as strong as her height would imply. She presses his face straight into her crotch, and only a taut layer of black elastic separates him from her musky body.

“Breath it in, pup,” she commands. As if not breathing was even an option. “That’s what a real woman smells like.”

“I’m familiar with what women smell like, thanks,” he mutters, although it’s muffled by her skin.

“Don’t talk back to your mistress,” she snaps. “I think it’s about time I buried that bone of yours. Get ready, because I’m about to fuck you into the dirt.”

She puts a hand on his chest and pushes. It isn’t sharp, but it’s enough to send him to his knees, and then to his back. Her hand – so much bigger now – falls once more on his erect cock, steadying him as she positions herself. Her leggings are too tight now for her to peel off; after a few abortive attempts, she effortlessly tears a strategic hole in the crotch, exposing her to the world. The scent of her hits him, and his dick twitches appreciatively.

“Heh. Your face right now…” she purrs. “I should have done this ages ago. You think you’re such a big man with such a big dick, but now you’re sitting there like you just saw a rainbow for the first time. How precious. Well, here it comes, pup. I’m gonna take it all in one, right to the base. Make sure not to nut on the first stroke. I want my money’s worth.”

She raises her hips, wiggling them tauntingly, before slamming down on the tip of his cock.

He gasps. But it’s drowned out by the sound of a much bigger gasp from above him.

“F…fuck!” she says, stifling her voice with a hand. “That’s… shit, that’s a lot tighter than I thought it’d be…”

“You okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned for a moment. But then he realises where he is, and who he’s dealing with; sympathy is a waste of time here. “You only took it halfway.”

“Shut up! I’m working on it, alright?! Knew I should have made you eat me first… Gimme a second to catch my breath.”

“I don’t know,” he says, innocently. “I thought I was going to be ‘fucked into the dirt’. I don’t feel like I’ve been fucked into the dirt.”

“Hold on a minute! Grr… sitting here mouthing off, when you’ve got the easy job. All you gotta do is lie back and get fucked. I’m doing all the work here!”

He places his hands gently, but very deliberately, on her hips. “Oh, I don’t mind putting in some hours. You are my boss, after all.”

She blinks as she comprehends what he’s about to do. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“You’re a big girl,” he says. “You can take it.”

She’s big, but he’s strong. With one sharp pull, he drives the rest of his length into her.

The sensation takes all the strength out of her, and she topples forward on top of him, almost smothering him with her tits as she shudders. For a second, he embraces her, struggling to wrap his arms around her shoulders; then, as gently as he can, he begins to move.

“Ah… you… I’m…” she gasps in between thrusts. “I’m not… usually… like this. It’s the… serum. Gotta be…”

“Of course.” His voice is comforting; with some difficulty, he strokes the back of her head. “I’d love to take it easy on you and enjoy this. But I’ve got a bet to win.”

He takes his cock out – slowly, making sure she feels it as he drags backwards against her folds – and slides out from underneath her, supporting her weight until she reaches the floor. She doesn’t try to move, except for her tail, and he takes a moment to admire the shape of her ass. When he touches it, it feels firm and muscular despite everything.

“You look good from below,” he tells her, as he gently brushes the tip of his cock against her pussy. “But you look even better from behind.”

She gasps again, trembling; her back arches. Despite herself, she’s started to purr. He enjoys the moment – just a moment – and gets to work.

There’s nothing more delicious, he thinks to himself, than a cat who does it doggy-style.

* * *

“So, I won the bet, right?”

Her voice is irritable as she inspects the damage she did to her leggings. She’s probably not using them again, but they’ll get her home – well, at least they would, if not for the hole in the crotch. She’s going to have to wear his underwear back, and the thought irritates her even more.

“I’m… not going to answer that,” he says as he laces up his boots.

She hisses. “You’re kidding! You came, like, three times! I thought I was gonna die!”

“Sorry. I really am more the kisses and cuddles type,” he replies, scratching his head. “Anyway, about that month’s pay…”

“You realise you’re a whore, right? A literal whore? That you had sex for money?” she asks.

“So did you.”

“I had sex to prove a point,” she growls.

“What point would that be?” he asks.

“Shut up. Anyway, I’m not giving you a month’s pay. You get two weeks, max, because it feels like it’s gonna be two weeks before I can walk straight,” she grumbles.

“Two weeks, and you stop worrying about who I have sex with. My love life isn’t your business,” he says flatly.

“Everything in this town is my – actually, you know what? Fine. Fuck Aru. Fuck QP. Just don’t fuck me.”

“You were enjoying it towards the end.”

“I mean, yeah, but it wasn’t worth the beginning.”

“Foreplay would have helped. You really should have made me eat you out. And maybe taken it a bit slower on the penetration.”

“Thanks for the fucking play-by-play. Now give me your goddamn underwear. Can’t believe I have to walk home full of wolf spunk…”

“I can carry you if you like.”

“If you don’t shut your hole, I might just make you.”

As they walk home from the shooting range, he’s not sure if they’ve gotten closer, or if they’re further apart. But they’ve collided, and for a brief moment, they came together. And if nothing else, it feels like a start.