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If you don't like guys, girls, furres, sex or love, violence (Not in yiff) or if you're too young (18, 21 in some places, just ask the police "Hey, am I allowed to read sexy bisexual furre stories on the net?") or any of that, CLOSE TEH WINDOW NOWS! All characters are copyright me, Shinkada, and are used with my permission, with the exception of Coda, who is copyrighted to Coro, and used with his permission, and Venter, who is copyrighted to Max, and likewise used with his permission. This story is a bit mushy at times, so if you don't want lurve, buzz off. Anyone who bugs me "OMG MORE YIFF PLOX" will get castrated by Okhami himself. I put in enough of it already to get you off AT LEAST once per every few chapters. If you're still not satisfied take a cold shower. ***'s represent a change of scenery or time. ---'s represent a non-critical yiff scene, fan service to shut up the wailing masses. Please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the story without whining about it. It's a good story. I like it. A sidenote; if you'd like to write a story set in the same universe as this, by all means, feel free. As long as you give me credit for it, as long as you inform me that you're going to do it via e-mail ([email protected]), and as long as you don't try and mess with my, Coro's, or Max's character/s, I don't mind. In fact if someone good writes a story I'd be quite honoured. Just make sure you tell me first, and don't mess anything up. (Go check out an author named Squirrel. He's one of the coolest, nicest, and most skilled people I've ever met, and he really needs the encouragement. He's great, and such a uniquely amazing talent... Go check him out. Do it if you love me. Or Alex'll castrate you. On a sidenote, does anyone know if dragons' (or in this case, drakes') fapping-tool is considered a hand or a paw?) -Shinkada * * *

LiQUID METAL

• * * ***CHAPTER 8: There is no Peace without...*** We remember this day like no other. The day through to the night is clearer in our mind than the paper I currently write on, clearer than the glass of our blade, clearer than the reflection of our face in our mirror. I'm not sure whether to rue this day as the beginning of the end, or look back on it fondly as the day that led to a new and interesting life. I guess, even now, there are both ups and downs to this way of living, and we've both kind of learnt to accept that. *** I had continued to 'experiment' the next day, although apparently my mind would get used to the strain of altering metal, so I guess it was also training. Alex was also part of what Grant had told me was dubbed the 'LiM Project', standing for Liquid Metal, so sparring with her was pretty interesting. I was still adjusting to the whole concept, so it was still pretty rough mentally, and every day it felt like physical training was getting easier. I loosened up as the minutes went by, my strength and speed gradually increasing, my stamina raising as I learnt how to really embrace the fact that I was now filled with metal, instead of blood, and learnt to abuse the fact. "Your heart doesn't need to pump blood anymore. Effectively, you don't even need it anymore. Although it helps to keep the metal circulating, your breathing does that pretty fine. You could live without it," Alex explained as we continued fighting, parrying one of my attacks, then dodging as I morphed my blade to jut out at a 90 degree angle and slash at her with my now hook-like blade. Against a normal person, I was unbeatable in a sword fight now; no matter what they did to block or dodge, I could just alter my blade around theirs and into them, and I'd learnt to shift my insides around so I could morph into more abstract shapes. "Oh, I'm not sure if they told you this, but you also won't age," Alex said as she slashed at me, and I simply shifted my organs up and almost completely thinned out my stomach to avoid it, before jumping back out of normal range and lowering my now-normal sword. "Wait wait wait. So... I'll never die..?" I asked, concerned now. As cool as the thought of mortality was, the thought of all my friends, family, everyone dying around me was not an appetizing idea. Alex laughed a bit at that. "I wish. We can still die from fights, or even diseases if we're not careful to purge them. We just can't die from age, or non-mortal wounds," she said as she kneeled down to rest a bit. I likewise sat down, thinking over this. "And, of course, you could just do yourself over when you got sick of it. Hell, you could even set your body to 'deactivate' for a few hundred years until there was new technology to have fun with," she said as she (literally) stretched out her arms and legs. I blinked a bit as she said this, taking it on - she was obviously much more of a tech buff than me - and stretched out a finger to experiment. I continued stretching as long as it would go, giggling a little. There was a shout from Alex to stop, suddenly, and just as I looked up to question her, my body almost literally exploded. Blades began bursting from my fur as I felt my insides fill with blood, punctured as the razor-sharp tendrils tore my organs and speared out of my body, a majority of them heading straight for Alex. I tried to stop myself, but had no luck as my body just literally went off on its own. Alex growled and shot up to dodge the blades, just as blades began bursting from my head, rendering my vision black. I managed to get out a scream before I passed out entirely, just as I heard Alex yell out to me. *** As passing out is, I felt like I woke up the moment I closed my eyes, but the afternoon sky outside betrayed the thought. Alex was over me, panting heavily; she'd only obviously just... Contained the problem. "What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled at me, one eye twitching, as if I did something obviously stupid. I looked down over her, and my eyes fell on one thing: Her shirt, torn, hanging open. Over the last week I'd been completely overwhelmed with everything. I think that moment was the first time I'd actually realized that Alex was a -female-, and a gorgeous one at that. I must've began to blush heavily, as she looked where I was looking and rapidly covered herself. She looked down me, silence hanging in the air between us, and blushed heavily herself. Following her eyes, I looked down, noticing that my own clothes were in tatters from the outburst, and my erect shaft was pertruding straight from my pants. I yelped, blushing all the deeper, and covered myself, quickly reforming my clothes. There was a long silence between us as we stared at each other. Now was the first time I'd bothered to really, PROPERLY look at Alex. Before she was just a trainer, since there was so much on my mind. But now I looked at the details. Alex had all black scales, smooth, large ones. She had two large horns that arced out to the side, then backwards, and two small feline-like ears that pertruded from her hair, which was white and similar to my own, only less spikey but went down to the back of her knees. Her eyes were like mine, fire-red around around a black pupil, only her pupils were much larger than my own, and the ring of red was small. She had a typical snout, nostrils on the smooth front corners, and a thin lizard-like mouth. she wore a black formal trench coat, similar to mine, only mine had Chinese-style sleeves and bindings at the front, while hers was Western with buttons and sleeveless, along with white pants. I wasn't sure how good her body was, but she had a pretty large chest, and although the coat left her curves to the imagination, I assumed due to the military's strict workout rules that she'd have perfect curves. To top it all off, and it went very well with her hair I should add, were a large pair of wings that she'd used more than a few times against me in fights. They were red with a black bone frame, when folded the claws on the middle joint was level with her head and the tip was level with her ankles, and when out, spanned about two and a half meters each, along with a thick draconic tail that parted her hair and slid along the ground just a bit. She was about 5'9, roughly four inches taller than me, I guessed. As I scanned her face and form, she simply scanned back. We were both blushing heavily, both actually noticing each other as fursons for the first time, and the solid look I got at her revealed bra was stuck in my head. The look she got was probably stuck in hers too, I figured. We both snapped out of our little trance at roughly the same time as she yelled at me and I shrank back. "What were you thinking?! Didn't Drake or Grant tell you not to try and create more mass than you have?!" she yelled, eye twitching again. I shook my head as my eyes went wide; she was still a little stronger than me, and honestly, was pretty scary angry, especially when the smoke began to filter from her nose. "She sighed deeply, calming herself as the flow of smoke stopped, and sat up a bit, adjusting herself. "Sorry. Those two are unbelievable... If you had've tried to do that outside... Ugh... Anyway, if you try to create more mass than you have, your body spazzes out, as you just witnessed. If no one else from LiM was here you would've died," she finished. I noticed she had the same habit of waving her paws around in the air a little when she talked, like me. "Ah... I see... Sorry then..," I said, looking away, upset with myself for putting her in danger. She shook her head, and as she smiled and the anger faded from her face, I again noticed how beautiful she was. 'Well, I guess that prooves how rediculous this whole thing is, for me not to even notice her before..,' I thought. And then I realized it'd probably interfere a lot with my training... And then made the decision to try not to notice her, anyway, to keep my training going steady. 'Best not to sleep with your trainer if you want to actually learn stuff,' I thought as I stood and grabbed my blades again. *** "You breathe smoke," I began as I dodged a thrust. "The wings and tail can be explained by your being in the LiM, but breathing fire can't," I finished with a slash. "Well, that's 'cus I'm half Dragon," she said as she wing-hopped from the blade and divebombed me with her blade out, slashing at my knees. I simply rolled under the blade, knowing she wouldn't morph her blade since this was just straight sword practice without the aid of 'metalcrafting,' as Drake had called it earlier. "So your dad was a dragon?" I asked as I made some space between us to break from constant volleying. "Why do you assume my dad was a dragon? Maybe my mum was?" Alex asked as she spun her broadsword-shaped energy blade in one hand, grinning widely - She reminded me of Ash when she did that. "Dragons are huge. That'd be a bit... Unusual," I returned with a laugh, spinning my own blades once and crossing them in front of me with a crash of energy against energy, walking towards her at the same pace. "Unusual? So I guess you'd be against dinner this weekend, huh?" she asked as she ran at me and thrust her sword. 'She's not making ignoring her easy,' I said as I gulped, tempted to make a joke about her asking me out after seeing my... I ran out of time to think as I parried and dodged a number of rapid thrusts, surprised at how fast she could move even with a broadsword. "So your dad's a dragon. That must be scary. I would've gotten my ass kicked so hard if my dad was about 20 times my size," I said jokily, as I knocked her blade as hard as I could, swiping it clean from her paw and putting my other blade to her neck in a second. She looked up at me, and her eyes dulled on the spot, faltering my blade a bit. "My dad died," she said coldly, apathetically. I dropped both my blades to my side in an instant and bowed to her, thanking the military training for quick reflexes for apologizing. "I'm sorry," I said bluntly, and she sighed as she picked up her blade and engaged me again. *** "Drake... 'Adopted' me," Alex brought up as we sat on a side bench, drinking from our water containers. I looked over at her, raising my brows. "Geeze, that sounds worse than the Dragon," I said, hoping she'd lightened up a bit. She laughed, to my relief, and nodded a bit. "Sometimes it was... But I love Drake. He's been a great dad," Alex said, smiling widely now, out of her bad mood from earlier. 'I wonder if all drakes are this bipolar,' I thought to myself as I took another swig. "So what's he like out of the military? Y'know, when he's a normal guy," I asked, avoiding looking at her; those eyes were too much for me sometimes. "Pretty much the same really. I'd say he doesn't make me call him sir, but he doesn't anyway since I'm the same rank as him," she said as she grinned, getting raised eyebrows from me. 'This girl's full of surprises...' "So you're a Captain too?" I asked, draining the last of my water. "Yup. You have Mairu and Coda as room mates right? Both've those lovebirds are in my class," she said, almost proudly. I spluttered a bit of water at this. "Lovebirds?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Yup. They flirt like no tomorrow, and I caught 'em kissing once. You didn't know?" Alex asked, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "Haw haw," I said and yawned. 'So they hooked up eh? Good, means they're both happy without me upsetting Coda,' I thought, resisting smiling to myself, before frowning a bit. "Captain at your age... It must be hard to get respect." "Not really. I'm an Intel Captain remember? We're not quite as rambo as you combat students," she responded with a teasing grin. I was still avoiding looking at her, but I caught her girlish look and couldn't help but smile a bit. It was like dodging bullets from a rifle-style Rail gun; endless ammunition, a huge fire rate. Dodge as long as you like, you'll eventually get hit. Alex had a good sense of humour, she was likable, had interesting quirks, and was exotically beautiful, and I was slowly realizing that I wasn't kidding anyone. Almost on que, Alex turned and looked me dead in the eyes - something that she hadn't done much before. "Y'know... I was serious before, about that coffee... You want to?" She had a playful look in her eyes as she talked, mischevious, childlike. Staring directly into her eyes, I thought heavy for a moment. 'Take it? Fraternize with my instructor? A few months ago I wouldn't have cared about something like this...' "Well?" Not half a second before giving my response, the great God of irony screwed me over sideways as the room began to flash red, and a loud, almost obnoxious siren filled the entire complex. My eyes shot wide as my ears instinctively folded back against my head, and me and both shot up in a heartbeat. *** Mere moments after me and Alex made it onto the massive field outside the school, I spun around to see what the alarm was for, and noticed tiny particles of energy gathering from the very air and stopped running, eyes going wide. Particle Ion Energy was still being researched by us... That meant whoever the enemy was, they were ahead of us in technology. While I stood by uselessly, Alex prooved how used to her abilities she was by plunging two clawed fists into the ground. Seconds later, a massive wall of metal erupted from the earth, obviously the twisted metal complexes and sewerage pipes beneath the ground, shielding the students who had escaped. While the metal blocked our view of the school itself, I looked up in time to see a colossal blue pillar of energy plummet from the sky, parting the clouds for miles in direction, and at that exact moment, there was no sound. No explosion, no screams, no cries, not even my own breathing or thinking. Even above the shield, I could see the explosion, shrapnel spreading in all directions, but my ears had just... Stopped. Alex slowly lowered the shield, gradually raising her hands from the ground, as the full force of the destruction was revealed: Absolute. There was a clean cut pillar cut right through the ground. Every single building, except for the strange metal one at the back of the campus, was obliterated, including the underground ones. I would have questioned the still-standing building if I wasn't so absolutely shocked by what had just happened. The silence had lifted from my ears, but remained on the crowd. I could hear the grass rustling, but other than that, there was nothing. The school had been obliterated, wiped from existance. I didn't have time to count, but a quick scan saw we were missing a fair few furres. *** The moment I burst open the door I was met by glares from the entire board of Captains. Grant immediately stood up, whiskers twitching in anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Okhami?!" "What do you think? I had an experimental augmentation given to me. Drake won you the last war and I suppose you'll probably expect some good results from me. I'm going to be crucial in whatever happens from here so I want to know what's going on," I answered resolutely, grabbing a seat next to a middleaged horse who was practically coated in medals. Grant just shook his head, and I could read from his eyes that he was far too tired to argue the case. The meeting was being held in the steel building which had survived the attack, which appeared to be a research lab, but one of the rooms, I had heard, was being used for a meeting. "Well this prooves it. It's not the drakes," Grant explained; obviously the meeting was still early. "Then who the hell is it?" A tiger, fairly un-embroided compared to the others. "That is something we should be finding out within a f... There we go," Grant said tiredly as the fax spat something out. He gave an almost bored look as he threw the page on the table, showing a picture of a strange being. It stood upright, like a furre, but had no fur, with small ears and an oval-shaped head with no muzzle. No tail, no wings, and short hair. "They've been dubbed 'apes', due to their similar appearance to primates. Their skin differs anywhere from pale to a very dark brown. Their hair can be black, brown, blonde or orange, and they have varying dress styles, although their military usually wears dark green and black to try and blend in with forests, although they aren't too good at this. Their intelligence is on par with our own, although they seem to be a bit more primitive and barbaric in their politics. Their technology is another matter; as they just demonstrated theirs surpasses ours by quite a bit... At least, military-wise. Apparently their non-military technology is very far behind." "So they're just some war race who can't do anything but fight?" The lion, again, asked. "Well, they have to be fairly brainy to get as far as they are, but I'd say their main skill is war, yes. Although they contradict that a little. They have next to no physical abilities, they're very frail, extremely slow, weak, and overall they just rely entirely on machines for anything physical." "But," the horse next to me chimed in, "We're still recovering from the drake war. We'd have enough trouble with their technology alone, without already being weakened." "Not so sure," an elephant from the back interrupted. "We would've gotten reports if they were firing off that ion cannon any more. While they have the technology, it seems to be in early development. Maybe they can't fire it often." "Either way, the best course of action seems to be a quick one. We don't know about their home planet but we do know they're operating almost entirely from Korshal. They have a small number of drakes on their side and are being operated by a lone fox... Reports have stated they believe it to be Lance," Grant finished, and was given a sudden chaos in the group as a response. I wasn't very happy myself, and slammed a now-metal fistpaw onto the table, silencing the group. "You're trying to tell me that Lance just upped and abandoned us to these apes?!" I yelled, trying to wrap my head around the situation. My ears had again laid back, this time in rage. "That pretty much sums it up. Drake's been here long enough to be accounted for, and reports say the fox has an incredible skill with a rifle. And Lance went missing. It all adds up," Grant said sadly. 'No one likes losing a soldier to the enemy team, even if the soldier is an asshole...' *** The rest of the furres were filtering out from the room, but Grant had held me back. "Okhami, I'll be brief, I-" "Grant... Who did we lose?" I asked, dead serious. I didn't want to hear it, but it was necessary. "... We lost Drake, Kit, and I believe you knew that Tero guy... Him and Kit were so heavily asleep they didn't even hear it, go figure... Other than that, a few thousand students..." "Whoah whoah whoah, wait, what?! We lost DRAKE?!," I yelled, eyes wide. "Drake was the most incredible fighter I'd ever seen, he was the military's trump card, he was Alex's dad, and now he was just... Gone?" I finished, unable to believe it. "The LiM Project may be strong, but the fursons who're under it aren't immortal... A dead hit with a sword or laser will still kill them, let alone being half vaporized..," Grant returned with a shrug, far too calm for the situation... But I could see his eyes. His eyes told me everything. They were grey. His eyes had just lost everything. It was the same look I would have had if Ash hadn't have told me to move on. "But that's irrelevant now... What matters is your duty. We're sending you to a resort planet next to Korshal. It's the closest planet to it, and it'll give you some time to wind down from all the stress and training to gear you up for your first proper war. Basically you'll be infiltrating the frontlines. Alex will be with you, training you up specifically for the battle, and she'll be fighting along side you. You two will basically be scrappers who come in after the main force has engaged, and you'll be equipped with our best stealth equipment," Grant explained, referring to a diagram on the far wall. "After they've engaged? So we'll be in the middle of the crossfire?" "Not exactly. Since their force is all in one place, we'll be engaging them then playing it defensively. We'll let them notice us, then dig into the trenches. Then you and the rest of the stealth team will pick off as many people as you can in the confusion and high-tail it if they notice it's you, and not us firing bullets from the trenches. We're expecting your force to be able to pick off at least half of them, then we should be fine. Oh, and the resort planet's called Praxedis. It's estimated you'll have about 2 weeks before the full force gets there and you engage, so make the most of them." *** I spent most of the rest of the day wandering across the rubble on my own. I was going to comfort Alex, but she'd asked nicely if I could leave her alone for a while. She was as broken as Grant was, for the meantime. There was easily enough fuel to get me angry as hell for the war. Scraps of buildings, the occasional half-melted furre... Tero, Drake, Kit... I was just glad I hadn't lost Mairu or Coda... "And my stuff!" I said alloud, slapping my forehead. Easily over $150,000... Down the drain. Which brought a single thought to my head, and just as I turned and bounded into a sprint for the metal building, I bounded straight into Grant himself. "Oof... Yeesh Okhami, don't move so suddenly like that..," he said with a slight smile. The colour was slowly returning to his eyes, but it wasn't in a hurry. I looked down slowly as Grant handed me a briefcase. I looked over it, seeing a small 5-digit lock on the side. "Um... What's in it? And what's the combination?" I asked, still looking over it. I had a tendancy to get excited over stuff like this. "You'll be able to open it when you've developed far enough... As for what's in it... You'll have to wait 'till you can open it..," Grant said with a soft, dry laugh at my eagerness. I nodded up at him, trusting his intelligence in my respect for him, and remembering what I was going to chase him down about. "Oh yeah! I kinda, y'know, lost my swords in the blast back there..," I said, trying to avoid being too crude about the destruction of the school. Grant nodded. "Yeah... I know," he simply replied, before walking off. I blinked a bit, and it took me a moment to realize that the suitcase probably had new weapons in it, and continued walking around the rubble and picking at the lock. *** By the time I saw Alex again, on the smooth, streamlined ship that was launching for Praxedis, it seemed like Grant she was slowly regaining the colour in her eyes. She talked to me, although not much, and I figured it'd be smarter to leave her to her silence a bit. Meanwhile, I was almost being eaten away by anxiousness, and nervousness. 'My first war... And I'm still not even half as fast as Drake, Grant or Alex... God, this could be it...' 'Lance... First Ash now Kit, Tero... Your own brother even...' I simply clenched my fist around the handle of the briefcase. Something about it was warm... Powerful. And comforting. I hadn't let it leave my side since Grant had given it to me, and I wasn't planning on doing so. The last day had been nothing but chaos, and I was so overwhelmed I blacked out a few times on the trip. Although, that was becoming less and less uncommon. I didn't know what to think... Recalling Grant's words, it occured to me that the stealth devision would probably be the key to winning... 'If we win at all...'