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"The job is simple." The old woman behind the table began.
"One of my secretaries, Diane I believe, came back from a diplomatic trip looking rather off, and it wasn't until she was suddenly tearing the throats out of my soldiers did we realize that she's been afflicted with the mutation. Assumedly the standard variant, judging from how mindless she's gotten, not that a sleeper would be any better though. Regardless, I'm now short two guards, have to get a full industrial clean of my office, and whatever beast she's turned into has pissed off to somewhere in the Grandstalk, having gone completely feral.
Now, before you say anything, mercenary, no I can't send my own troops to track her. My operation here requires the utmost secrecy, and that monster is already enough of a migraine-inducing security risk as it is. I need her dead and erased in a way that can't be traced back to me, and you wouldn't even know I existed if I did not think you were an adequate solution to this problem, given your close relation to a scientific expert in Mixholme. So I trust, with the arranged payment and your....experience, that this shouldn't be too extensive of an issue for you. Have I made a sufficient estimate...erm....'Shiny'?"
After a good few days filled with nothing but dull logistics and paperwork, from both the local contracts and the Emerald Scarves' own, it was quite refreshing to have a good old fashioned assassination contract thrust Shiny's way. For earlier this morning, word of Shiny being the bodyguard of Dr Minerva Talos, a notable expert on the nuances of the mutation, seemed to have reached the ears of some nobility around the far stretched, law-bereft outskirts of Mixholme, particularly catching the attention of one 'Baroness Redvile', the elderly woman that had briefed and commissioned Shiny within a rundown tavern that the merc had previously assumed was abandoned, and ripe for looting the booze from.
The contract had a very delicious looking payout, the work was short and straightforward, and the Baroness herself wasn't exactly an especially unique snooty rich lady from what Shiny had gleamed up to that point. Yet, something about the company she was keeping seemed to rub Shiny the wrong way. For the armoured uniforms of Redvile's guards were just...so unbelievably gaudy, that Shiny could barely stop herself from constantly mocking them. The lurid, seemingly painted red, the blindingly bright white underclothes, and excessive amount of golden trims and engravings, made their suits look so blazingly impractical, that it seemed to awaken some dormant, 'stickler for good equipment' part of Shiny's brain, a part that the merc was very displeased with herself for suddenly developing, knowing damn well how annoying it was going to make her.
She didn't really hate noble types, they paid too well for her to care much about their opinions, but spending too long with them looking at her like that, made the eventual brush of the outdoor wind all the more satisfying.
So by the time Shiny had exited that shackled, ramshackle shack, she almost felt like she could breathe normally now that she was making her way towards Diane's last known location-
"Hold on." Redvile had suddenly asked before Shiny passed through the doorway. "The Grandstalk's quite a long trek, do you have any transport to get there or do you need to borrow some?"
"Nah, I've got transport." Shiny glanced back with a sly smirk. "Speedy stuff, actually. I'll be back in a few hours, don'tcha worry."
Redvile didn't seek any elaboration, so Shiny was free to keep strolling away. She gave it a few minutes, walking further and further along the rocky grass in her progressively uncomfortable boots, making extra sure that there was no way for the Baroness or her goons to see her. Then, once it grew clear that she travelled far enough, Shiny let a soft giggle worm through her throat, before she nestled herself against a tree, and watched.
buh-bump...buh-bump...buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump-buh-buh-bump-buh-bump-buh-bump-
Watched, with a handful more giggles, as her toes began to pump, and throb, and swell inside her boots, bloating and puffing thicker and thicker, until their increasing, meaty girth, caused her footwear to stretch and deform.
"OOoOoOOooo....ooo this feels like a chunky one!" Shiny squirmed excitedly, as her body bloated and puffed with each pump of her heart. "C'mon girls, get into some FAT forms will ya? I-I-I wanna stomp on stuff! MMMGH!"
Soon her whole body was starting to get too big for her clothes to fit, as parts of her armour began to 'PAP' and 'PING' apart, the inner cloth creaking loudly until it too began to 'RI-RIIP-RIP' and 'PAP-POP-RIIIIP' across billowing flesh. Sharpening teeth grit tightly in pleasure, as the warping face blushed an adorable pink, giddy groans and chuckles of excitement leaking like the drool building around her gums, as the increasingly golden eyes eagerly locked on the boots that stretched, pinched, and straaaiiined so, unbearably tight, against her big, fat, monster feet. Pads swelled up as they pressed into the insoles, smooth, spongey, tender flesh rubbing sensually against leather, as the socks inside were strained too far, bursting off her inflating paws with loud 'PAP's. Soon after, with a 'pik-pik-pik-pap-ri-i-ii-iiip', the paws were swelling too much for the boots, causing seamlines to burst and rupture, the sections slowly peeling apart as fur covered flesh gushed out from the gaps.
"Grrr-aaaw-haw-haaaw! Yeees, fuuck, aaaugh fuck I'm g-getting huge today!" Shiny moaned and groaned with big smile on her face, as one by one, with a:
'CRRRN-POP!'
"AUGH!"
'PAP!'
"Hoogh-"
'PAFF!'
"GaaaHAAGH-Ngrh!"
'POP-POP'
"Haaagh..."
'BMMPH, PAFF, RIII-III-IIIIP"
"Aaaaaah....."
Big, fat, hulking toes burst out from the fronts of her footwear, throbbing and bulging and wiggling and spreading, as Shiny's big, fat, bare feet grew bigger and fatter until her robust boots tore apart, turning into snug, sexy sandals that failed to cover up any bits of her paws.
"MmMmMMmmm....yeeeah-hah-haaah, aaaawesome...." The progressively larger and larger rabbit girl groaned again, as she watched her body swell and grow and bulge, cloth and iron bursting and ripping against her, bubbling toes wiggling away. "Good on ya bod, t-t-toes feel g-great! Y-y-you always know what I-I-I-I li-i-ii-iike!" The blush was red hot, the smile was adorable, and the mind was more than eager to get into the glorious hunt.
So, with a giddy gaze out into the shaded treeline, Shiny, the armoured mutant, grinned her muderbunny smile, as she confidently kicked off her 'sandals'....
BMMP-MMPH, PLICK-THUMP
THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-BMMPH-PLICK-PLICK- WHUMP!
Ah, it was good, the squish of cold soil against her fleshy pads. Where the boots before had left pretty mundane prints, the hulking, clawed toes of Shiny's freshly grown rabbit paws now dug and churned up the soft, forest earth, as they rapidly stomped and kicked against it. It was really good actually, to rip her armour to pieces so she could hurl herself across the dense foliage, barefoot and on all fours, like the big sexy monster she was. According to Doc, Shiny was a 'Hunter' Strain mutant, kinda like a warrior, but bigger, stronger, and most prevalently: Faster. Even if her human self was buck naked, sprinting with all her might on perfectly flat terrain, the speed she was darting at now, in this seemingly so much heavier body, easily tripled, maybe even quadrupled that hypothetical scenario that seemed kinda hot now that she thought about it. She was covering entire kilometres in minutes, her strides changing from an altered human sprint, a feral gallop, and then finally an excited plethora of jumps and leaps that felt just perfect for a lapin body, even if it was wonderfully ironic. Hell, from what Shiny's overheard in her forays into the monster hunting market, Hunter mutants were often nicknamed 'the scary ones', due to how violently dextrous they could get, and oh gods above, was Shiny relishing a notion like that.
It was basically perfect for this scenario too, she was indeed a literal 'hunter' right now, bounding through the woodland chaos and letting her senses overtake her brain's autopilot, all so that she could easily find her prey in the forest that was now looming taller and broader before the murderbunny's glowing yellow gaze.
For soon enough, in a quarter of the time a wagon would've taken in such terrain, Shiny was finding herself getting close to the Grandstalk's borders.
Out of all of the amorphous masses of forest that almost completely surrounded the province of Mixholme, there were three 'sectors'-a term coined by the Imperials- that were notably distinct in their mutated gestations. These included the 'Omenwood', AKA sector 2, a forest known for being noticeably less dangerous than most other biomes, save for the occasionally really creepy happenstances that sometimes eluded to future events. The 'Clawlands', AKA sector 6, an inversely extremely dangerous region that seemed to be the primary stomping ground for the variety of monstrosities plaguing the outside of Engrievion's civilisation. And, most relevant here: The Grandstalk, AKA sector 7, the largest of these three forests, that seems to have traded fauna for flora. For, while the trees and plants in the other sectors tended to get fairly big, none of their biggest even held a candle to the Grandstalk's oaks and pines, which on average dwarfed that of many man-made buildings, with some seemingly able to tower over entire mountains. And yet, while such massive real-estate would've been ideal for creatures to nest in, the Grandstalk was equally famous for being almost completely devoid of animals at all, save the occasional bug or lost flittering bird. If it weren't for the excessive plant-life that lazily sprouted all around the floor, and the lively, healthy colouration of the trees that shieled them, the Grandstalk would've almost felt dead, from just how quiet it could get.
There was just something....creepy, about the place, as Shiny soon made her way inside. The trees didn't feel friendly or welcoming to her like the ones in Clawlands, they instead just....loomed. Like, gigantic masses of just....big, that couldn't give less of a shit about her, but didn't approve of her being there regardless.
Did that make sense? It didn't sound like it made sense. But, that was the best Shiny could describe, this place just felt...off.
Buuut, to be honest though, Shiny didn't actually care if this place did or didn't like her. It was a forest that only had big trees after all, and what were they gonna do, be taller? Bleed sap on her? Give her a splinter? Shiny just scoffed at the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind, and kept up her jumping and leaping with unaffected vigour. In fact, the colossal trees looked easily capable of supporting her weight, in spite of her excessive amount, so at some point Shiny just stopped bothering with the ground entirely, and instead lunged up towards one of the comfier looking trees.
When Doc, Merky, or even some of the Emeralds got into their animal modes, their feet became....grippy. Hand-like? Shit, what was the word Doc used, it was one Shiny even liked, uuuuh-prehensive-hensile, prehensile, that was it. It basically meant that, because of some neat-looking extra toes they had, their feet could grab stuff just like their hands could, which made for all kinds of fun things in Shiny's immature brain. And yet, despite Shiny only having a....normal-ish, set of toes, those toes could still splay out and grip stuff quite a bit better than her human toes could.
Which is all to say that when Shiny's body made contact was her designated tree, the hulking monstrosities that used to be human feet easily dug their digits into the bark, clenching so tightly and powerfully that it caused the musculature on her arches to bulge in ways that made Shiny go: "Ooo-hoo, that's hot~."
Just barely managing to not get distracted though, Shiny used that alluringly bunched up muscle in her limbs to spring forth like a....s-spring, launching herself across the air before getting extremely close to another really big tree. However, Shiny had been practicing with how to use momentum in this form, and in the nanoseconds before she would faceplant into solid bark, the murderbunny swung a free leg out and kicked it hard against the impact point. The attack of course did nothing to the giant, mutated tree that had probably been there for thousands of years, but with Shiny airborne, her pads nice and bouncy, and her body less heavy then the limits of her massively increased strength, the kick served wonderfully as an extra jump through the air, vastly extending the distance of her bound like she was a ricocheting bullet. After that kick, Shiny repeated the same manoeuvre at the next tree she was falling towards, then she repeated again on the next, then again once more, and then she started to get flamboyant with it, turning her smooth jumps and kicks into flips, somersaults, and twirling slides across the bark. It was almost graceful, the deft and daring acrobatics that Shiny had almost forgotten she had, as she moved across the branches with a swiftness that such a hulking body shouldn't even be capable of. It was a fun feeling, knowing how potentially dangerous her particular strain was, though some part of Shiny was glad that the chances of fighting one herself were fairly low.
"Oh...wait." Shiny suddenly grimaced. "Ah...ah shit, wait."
Speaking of fighting, Shiny probably should've been keeping track of any signs of Diane, instead of messing about in the trees, and had only realized this mistake after getting quite far into the sector. Knowing this damnable luck, she might've passed right over the target already. Whoops.
So, letting herself chuckle a bit at her own oversight, Shiny made the next impact against a Grandstalk tree a tad more long-lasting. Instead of kicking off, she used her pads to soften the landing, and her claws to stick it, letting the momentum carry her into a graceful swing upwards until she had something akin to a 'swashbuckler's adventurous gaze to the horizon' pose, her claws carving gouges into the bark from the movements. Soon, with hand and foot pressed against the tree for grip, whilst the other foot dangled in the air, Shiny held her free hand up to her forehead and gazed out into the absolute mass of the Grandstalk, her ears twitching, her nose sniffling, her hands and feet tensing, and her eyes brightening, all to scan for any minute sign of the little AWOL desk lady.
"Di-aaaannne~....." Shiny cooed out towards the empty air, a cheeky smile on her. "Where arrrre yoooouuu~...." Now, you'd think Shiny was doing it mostly just to entertain herself, and that was partially true, yet at the same time: this is Shiny we're talking about. She truly did think that just asking Diane where she was would coax her out. It was a strategy she used a bit often in her younger days, and it has never, ever worked, however Shiny was an optimistic girl, and was of the belief that one day, some day, it will actually be the correct strategy.
.....Maybe.
"Di-aaaannne~." Shiny continued- "Dian-yyyy~. Diane-nan-nan-nan-nan-naniiiiie!~"-...nooot exactly paying attention to how silly it sounded. "C'mooon out girl, I just wanna talk. Truuuust me, I think you'll be much more interested in me than ya think! Diii-ananananananiiiiiiiiII should probably stop that."
The rabbit ears then flopped down against Shiny's head in mild irritation, as the scouting hand moved to put itself of her hip. "Pff, okay, I see how it is, just gonna ignore the voice you can clearly hear eh girl? pfft." Came her resulting huff, her gaze lowered down enough to not notice movement above her. "Ack, maybe I'm just being lazy with this. Like, 'A good huntress has gotta put the effort in-' yeah I know mom number 6, I know...I mean, that would be pretty nice though, for just one time anyway, to have my target like, I dunno, just fall onto me-"
"GRAAAAAAAGH"
The odds of happening to perch on the exact tree the target had climbed up and nestled herself in were obviously far out of a normal likelihood, but once again, Shiny's ridiculous, double edged, and probably cursed luck, had reared itself high enough to quite literally drop the mutated Diane right onto Shiny's back, the collision sending both monster girls flailing and screeching into a scraggly thud against the bush-laden ground.
Good news, what would've been a lethal fall for a regular human, was instead only a cracked few bones and bruises for Shiny's much denser body, so after letting out a groaning "Ooow..." the rabbit mutant was able to scoot herself out from her bushy entrapment.
Bad news, it seemed to be the same exact story for Diane, because only a few seconds after Shiny give a glance around to process what happened, did the less mentally stable newbie aim a second lunge at her, tackling Shiny to the ground as the girls went into an animalistic frenzy.
Shiny felt claws effortlessly pierce into her durable flesh, tugging and digging until they tore it open, causing red, hot, stinging pain to erupt across the areas of damage, as the sweet metallic scent of her own blood soon reached her nostrils. Soon after, teeth bit down onto her shoulder, their entry sending more throbs of pain-the bad kind of pain-into her very bones, as Diane's fangs inversely refused to move and instead stayed dead centre in the new wound, hurting like a motherfucker when Shiny herself tried to shift position. The claws dug and slashed again, the paw-like hands that Diane seemingly sported switching from bestial swipes, to a much meaner manoeuvre that involved grabbing and ripping out Shiny's own fur, which not only really fuckin' hurt, but it also just felt like an insult.
Shiny's eyes were watering from the eruptions of agony that were rapidly spreading across her, but the hired sword was far from a crybaby. Instead, the pain was fuelling a rush of adrenaline, which in turn fuelled a building anger, both causing a gargling snarl to hiss through Shiny's clenched fangs. While what was -hopefully- Diane mindlessly clawed, and scrabbled, and bit like some drugged up raccoon, Shiny used her own hands to push the rival mutant back, letting her legs throb with the building adrenaline, before she just barely managed to squeeze her feet into the gap between the two. She wasn't sure if this was just her mimicking what she saw rabbits do and hoping for the best, or if it was her actual lapin instinct guiding her through primal trial, but whatever reason she had to try and kick Diane off her with her bunny legs, the strategy seemed to work. For with a mighty:
BMMPH
Shiny felt just a few more scrapes forming across her arms and torso, before the entirety of Diane was launched right off her, letting Shiny gasp and groan in pain and relief, as she used Diane's airtime to lethargically crawl back onto her feet. Her right arm was the one subject to the bite, and it hurt so much that she could barely feel her hand at all. Judging from how much red she saw on it, Shiny guessed it was damaged quite badly, so she got to work focusing on her ever-reliable regenerative powers, as she waited for Diane to eventually land with a hefty 'THUD'.
Of course, Diane seemed to suffer almost nothing from the fall, and like Shiny, she was back onto her feet in seconds. Unlike Shiny however, she was also on her hands, limbs spread wide in a defiant quadrupedal stance, displaying just how feral and beast-like the poor girl had become.
To accentuate this, Shiny was now able to get a good look at just what exactly Diane had turned into, and from what it seemed so far, the former secretary's mutations manifested into that of a Leopard, swollen and hulking with musculature much like Shiny was, with light brown fur, reddish spots, gleaming pale claws, long white nylon stockings that were ripped and frayed into frills before they reached her ankles, and a pure, velvet red servant dress, stretched, burst, and torn across the body that had far outgrown it. The long feline tail that snaked out from the tattered fringes of the dress lashed and thrashed about, all four paws were clenching and digging into the dirt, and her spine was arching up so far that the already prominent hole in the back of her top strained until it 'ri-i-i-iiip'ed open even further. And this was all without mentioning the red-stained foam that was dribbling out of Diane's snarling, hissing, fang-baring snout, a maw that was coated in freshly dripping blood that Shiny could smell was not just hers, meaning that this version of Diane wasn't quite invested in cleaning up after herself. All signs pointed to Diane being a very, very, very angry kitty, so angry that there was probably no way that the human buried inside was ever going to understand anyone ever again.
So, of course, Shiny started talking to her.
"Hi bitch, I'm Shiny." The murderbunny panted and growled, partially exhausted from having to manually heal herself. "You wanna try that shit again and see where it gets you, or can we start this over?"
"HEEEEERRRRGH!" Diane hissed back. Shockingly, she didn't seem to be very interested in conversation, because she was already lunging at Shiny for the third time these past two minutes, the cat-like instincts that wrenched her sanity to pieces thinking: 'Hey, it's not, not worked yet'.
However, Shiny was ready for this one, and simply used a powerful counter technique known as: Ducking, before she spun on the ball of her foot and roundhouse kicked the still mid-air Diane, increasing the leopard girl's momentum enough to send her smacking into a nearby tree trunk. The impact was hefty, but Shiny knew it wasn't enough to kill, so instead she got into her usual fighting stance as Diane groaned and growled to face her.
"Okay, well, nice to meet you too." The rabbit scoffed sarcastically at the noise.
From Diane's perspective, this was quite a strange thing to experience.
Her mind was broken, shattered, all she could think about was eat and kill, kill what hurts, lick wound to stop it hurting, shit in inconvenient place, y'know your average cat things. Here though, the instincts that were dragging her along like puppet strings were being thrown for a loop, because this rabbit had delicious blood, but was swatting her away easily, even though rabbits are supposed to be weak.
It was talking like a person, standing like a person, but smelled and looked like a rabbit. No, wait, Diane could stand like a person, but she looked and smelled like a cat. But she also smelled like Diane, the old Diane, and this rabbit...smelled like a person too. Diane was...a person animal. This rabbit too, was a person animal. But....no-one was hurting the rabbit, and the rabbit could speak. Why did people hurt Diane then? Why couldn't Diane speak? It hurt when she tried to speak, she couldn't remember how to speak, her instincts didn't want her to speak, so how come this rabbit could? That wasn't fair! This isn't fair! What did the rabbit have that Diane didn't?! Maybe....maybe....maybe Diane could find it, yes. This rabbit had something that let her speak, made humans not want to hurt her, maybe if Diane could....rip it out of her, then she could speak too! Yes....YES! The rabbit will still die, she can still eat. Rabbit must die. RABBIT WILL DIE-
"I'll say this though, by the way," Shiny snarked. "I love the dress. It's just so nicely tight against ya, really brings out your beef!"
Diane simply gave Shiny a glare, before she leaped into another roaring pounce, which was again countered by a quick back-hand from Shiny, sending Diane spawling onto the ground once more.
"Okay, wow." Shiny scoffed. "Shame on me for being nice to ya huh?"
Diane hissed again. This rabbit was able to stop her attacks because she was able to fight herself, she too was a predator, so Diane needed some way to strip that ability from her. To properly think, she went into defensive circling, tensing her sinews as she awaited for the rabbit to try anything sudden. The pouncing wasn't working, the rabbit was too smart, she needed to try something else.
"Sooo, Diane, right?" Beamed Shiny as she, not actually being smart, simply just continued her conversation as if Diane was anything close to a listener. "Your old boss lady sent me, you still remember her? Uuuuh...red...redbitch, or whatever her name was, old coot with a bunch of guys in really shitty armour, ring any bells?"
Diane, being feral, simply kept circling with zero attempts to answer....yet the words coming out of the rabbit's mouth...prodded at something.
Red....bitch?
Diane's head pounded, as some part of her, not bound by the intrusive instinct, went digging into her memories, much to the mutation's dismay.
Red....lady...Red...vile?....Redvile....Redvile, boss lady, her...her old employer-
The mutation throbbed and intensified the headache into unbearable pain, seemingly in a retaliating act of anger, and Diane's new leopard self violently shook her head to shove the memories out.
"Wh- aaaah hey, I heard that little yowl." Shiny winked, making Diane realize that she had groaned from the pain. "You didn't like her much, did you?"
Redvile....Redvile wasn't that bad of a boss, Diane's had to suffer through much worse management before working with her. To be honest, in comparison to these overwhelming urges, she'd would gladly go back to working with the-
Shiny heard Diane yowl again, as the leopard clutched her head. She didn't notice that Diane was doing it because her head hurt, and instead just commented: "Hah...same. I mean, I just can't say I can defend her y'know? That chick is just...creepy, I dunno, I feel like there's something really fucked up about her that mah brain's not lettin' me understand. You get me, right?"
Diane spat, in immense irritation.
"Well, doesn't matter how we feel about her anyway," Shiny then continued with a shrug. "Cause you've been a bit of a naughty girl to Redbitch, and now she just wants to make sure you're not gonna bother her again, by paying me a loooot of money. So, either you can just sit tight and lemme just put you to sleep like a good little girl, or get your face decked in by my REALLY BIG hands-fuck me just look at these things wow- choice is yours Diany, what's it gonna be? I mean, if I could suggest anything though, I'd go with option a, cause as good as a wrecker as I am, I think I'm gonna feel kinda bad about wrecking that pretty little face of yours-"
SLASH
Technically, Shiny did step a bit closer whilst she talked, which was sufficient grounds for Diane to pounce again, and swing a claw right into Shiny's cheek, carving open pudgy flesh and pearl white fur in a single, brutal swipe.
"AAAOOW!" Screamed Shiny, clutching her wrecked, pretty little face, as Diane elegantly landed on her feet behind her. "DUDE, UN-FUCKIN' COOL, OW-OW-OW!"
This was it! The rabbit was stunned, she couldn't fight back, this was the opportunity Diane was anticipating! The rabbit's back was now facing Diane, so all it would take is a final, much more powerful pounce, to bring her to the ground, to pin her to the ground, to have power over her, to dominate her, to take what was hers and bite into that delicious flesh once agai-
SLAP
The sheer speed at which Shiny's foot lashed out into Diane's face far outclassed a feral mutant's ability to process complexity, thus the soft pads made a forceful impact against the leopard's throat, as the toes curled and cupped her chin, both movements allowing the rabbit beast to hoist Diane up into the air, before pinning her rough against a nearby tree. Diane's claws reflexively started to grab and aggressively dig into the weirdly extra fatty foot meat, yet the rabbit's toes clenching and pressing tighter against her throat allowed Diane's human logic to win over the animal fury, letting her relent juuust enough to notice the now far less smiley face of the rabbit looming very close to her own, the glowing yellow eyes seemingly blazing even brighter.
"Heeeyyy...so, I didn't really appreciate that." Shiny then hissed through the pain and about-to-erupt fury. "So, y'know what? Fuck this, and fuck you."
"RGH?!" Came Diane's sudden panic, before the foot yanked her off the tree, swung her up into the air, and slammed her down into the rocky dirt in one powerful bicycle kick. With a heavy thump, Shiny then lept off the whimpering leopard as she readied herself into another fighting stance, bouncing lightly on her pads just to shake off the abundant energy. Several of Diane's fangs had been shattered from the impact, but the pain was only further motivating the overbearing instinct, so with a gargled growl, Diane pulled her face out of the hole Shiny had made with it, and glared at this insufferable rabbit once again.
Shiny...paused briefly.
From her perspective, this was starting to get a little strange. There was no fucking way Diane should've survived an attack like that, Shiny put all of her strength into that slam, yet all it did was break a few teeth? Man, how durable was this chick? She was almost like Shiny, but less, like some kind of....bonus her....
".....Hmm...." Shiny's eyes narrowed, as Diane was reading another pounce, as the rabbit was growing more intrigued than annoyed. This cat girl got up after something that should've broken her neck, something Doc had to explain was just as lethal to mutants as it was to humans. (Don't worry, she was upset by the news too.) Was there just something Diane, or maybe even other kinds of feral mutant had, that the Emeralds just never noticed before? Was that something.....a potential advantage?
Well, in the honest truth, no.
See, while Shiny firmly believed that the bicycle kick was lethal, the patch of dirt Diane landed in was actually just too soft for the impact to crack her neck like it should've. This was yet another instance of Shiny's horrendous luck showing itself once again, except this time, she was completely oblivious to it.
So oblivious, that she got a idea, a very...iffy....idea.
"Heeeeeyyy.....Dian-yyyy~?" Shiny cooed, her scowl replaced with an opportunistic grin. "Iiiinstead of me kicking your face in as we keep slapping at each other like rabid cats, d'you maybe wannaaa.... meet some friends of mine?"
.......
About 20 minutes later, Redvile heard a sudden, clicking clunk onto the table before her, and lifted her gaze up from some paperwork to see a collection of shattered fangs plonked onto the wood, the mercenary she had hired to take out Diane beaming wide as she said: "There you go! Your little kitty problem's all tied up, I made sure to put her in some fertile dirt so it'll grow over quick."
"...The hell happened to your clothes?" Came Redvile's response from behind the meeting table, her cocked eyebrowed-eyes scanning Shiny's bent and splintered armour, ragged underclothes, completely bare feet, and suspiciously pristine skin with an intensity that bordered on utter flabbergastment.
Shiny, being the one in this ruined, very cold outfit, was ready with her excuse. "Oh, this? I found her in some pretty thorny parts of the place, my armour just kept getting caught on stuff. That, plus a mutant tryin' to get into my soft meat bits, my outfit just got wrecked through the whole thing. I got it oiled though, it's no biggie."
Redvile's eyes narrowed, as she intently eyed the tatters. "....you got caught in some thorns and mutant claws?"
"Yup."
"And yet you don't have a scratch on your body?"
"Uh." Sweat began to form on Shiny's forehead. "Th-that's just how good the armour was! I had to pull some bits off myself, so it's ended up more scuffed then the fight actually made it."
"You.... 'pulled some bits off'?
"I needed to ditch the weight."
"Even your boots?"
"I-i-i-it was muddy."
"They're boots."
"Suuuper muddy, and my boots are actually kinda shorter then yours so-"
Redvile suddenly raised a hand to silence Shiny. "Y'know what, doesn't matter. Humphrey, give her the compensation."
A much more heavily armoured man, presumably Humphrey, very sheepishly stepped forward and handed Shiny a coin purse. A pretty hefty coin purse.
"3 platinum, as agreed."
Fucking hell that was a lot of money.
Doc herself had mostly 5 plat to her name, yet this lady just handed a massive chunk of that out for a kill job. A smarter person would've not only seen this as a red flag, but had Shiny been even slightly more observant of the abandoned town Redvile had set up in, she might've noticed the literal red flags that hung down across many of the buildings, proudly displaying something that almost looked the Imperial crest, just with different animals and gear shapes.
But, Shiny was not a smart or observant girl, she instead just grinned ear to ear at the lovely purse, as Redvile smiled herself, concluding business with:
"The Rebel Coalition thanks you for your co-operation, Shiny of the Emerald Scarves."
"And thank you, for paying for my booze parties~." Shiny winked. "Hope we can work together again sometime, eh?"
"Yeeees." Replied Redvile, in the most suspicious, evil sounding tone of voice imaginable. "I hope we do."
Plick, plick, plick.
And with that, Shiny was giddily out the door once again....
"....s-so, she's definitely a m-mutant too right?" Humphrey stammered nervously, hoping to glorious gold that the merc was out of earshot.
Redvile's smile vanished at the question. "Humphrey, are you dense? Of bloody course she was, she still had the damn fur in her armour." As the large armoured man whined and shrank back at the mean scolding, before Redvile turned to another soldier, and made her tone more professional. "Get me into contact with our friends in the syndicate, see what they can pull up about this....Talos fellow."
Back outside, Shiny was just happily tossing up and recatching the purse, as she and the red-armoured guards waved each other goodbye. The rocky dirt as grass was noticeably less comfortable against her human feet than it was against her paw feet, probably something to do with the pads being tougher, smoother, and squishier, Shiny didn't really know, but didn't really mind. Once she got out of view of these red and gold guys, she could slip back into bunny form easily, no need to get into any trouble with her new friends the-...
'The Rebel Coalition'?
Why'd that name sound so....weirdly familiar, as if she's heard it in passing really often, but never actually asked what it was about? Didn't Doc bring it up sometimes, or was that Merky? Or was it one of the peeps she worked with before? Or was it all three? Doc had a lot of books, and 'Rebel' might've been on one of the covers maybe. Wait, shit, was she actually told about them, but just didn't pay attention, like another of her zone-outs? Shiiit, maybe that was it. Or, maybe she just had that uh....memory, mind, thing again, where one felt like they were suddenly experiencing something they already experienced. What did Doc call it? Day-jabby-Voodoo?
Eh, it probably didn't matter. These dweebs weren't anything noteworthy anyway, mostly just some creepy rich military guys that hung around abandoned places. Super rich actually, if the purse was any indication. Doc would be ecstatic to hear about what Shiny had gotten up to today thanks to this payout, especially due the other thing she was gonna try bringing home.....
....
It seemed like an age since Diane was ever able to calm down. The unbearable headache she was feeling, the rushing emotions, the sheer overstimulation of everything, and this damnable, seemingly bottomless hunger, the metallic taste of blood that was sweet alluring in all of the wrong ways, it'd drive anyone mad, let alone a woman who just enjoyed doing paperwork for rich people. But now, after that rabbit had torn a leather strap off her armour, and used it to bind Diane to a relatively smaller tree, was Diane forced to simply just sit still, stop, and...think.
Thinking...thinking hurt so, so much. But she wanted to, or at least some small piece of her did. Every other part of her was screaming to just...give up. To stop trying to stay conscious, to just slip back into the lurid dream, because it felt good to be inside it, she so badly needed rest too, and, at very least, the headache there didn't hurt as much. But Diane...the real Diane, she wanted to remember, to not lose herself to the raging beast, no matter how difficult it was to stay lucid.
That rabbit.... was still herself, or at least she seemed somewhat human, so...it wasn't impossible. Even if she was not the same person anymore, that rabbit could still think, still speak, still be something that was just like a human, and Diane was... jealous. Seething in fact, furious at how much luckier that stupid rabbit was then her, Diane likely deserved it much more that she did-
No....no that wasn't right.
That was the monster talking, Diane needed to stop letting herself fall into the darker thoughts, focus on things that a human would think about, not an animal. This rabbit could've killed her, but did not. Diane couldn't understand why, she was a monster, and monsters killed and got killed, no negotiating. Sparing a life though, that was what a human did, a human could make such a choice, and only a human. This feeling, behind the jealously, behind the hatred, the anger, the hunger, the fear, and the pain, it was....what was it? It felt almost like....
Hope...
The chance to be herself again, the evidence that one could still be human underneath the muscles and fur, the idea was filling Diane with...hop-
"Heeey there girl, sorry about the wait!" Came Shiny's sudden voice, as a slightly smaller version of the rabbit mutant hopped down in front of Diane's face, slowly swelling in size as if her transformation wasn't done yet. "I had to sweep up Redbitch's payment before we could head on, merc stuff y'know? Good news though: As far as she knows, you're dead! Soooo, you don't have to worry about her anymore, and we can head on without trouble!"
The sudden intrusion snaped Diane clean out of her thoughts, and with focus broken, the feral leopard mutant's thoughts switched from 'Maybe there's still some part of me left..' to 'KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL' in a single, gargling roar of anger. The improvised binding held on better than it honestly should though, so as she leapt forward to try maul Shiny again, the leather strap snapped tight and locked her place just too far back for her pathetic swipes to reach.
By this point though, Shiny was starting to find the aggression charming...s-somehow.
"Pfft, the things I never get thanked for." Shiny playfully huffed with a roll of her eyes, before Diane roared right in her face. "Aaaw, don't be like that. I know you're not really yourself, and I know it's pretty hard to be a good person right now, but y'know if you ease up just liiiittle bit, you'll find things get easier too."
Diane's roaring and snarling simmered down slightly, as she paused. It was difficult to pay attention to what words the rabbit had been saying up to this point, but something felt like she was been....acknowledged?
Shiny meanwhile had noticed the leopard calming slightly at the things she said, only making the merc's smile grow wider. "See? There you go, you'll get there sooner than you think." And then, in a playful movement, Shiny lifted up a paw hand and gently patted Diane's head.
Diane partially wanted to rip that hand right off, but the sudden squish of soft pads against her head, and the sudden feeling of being....the subject of kindness, it made the anger subside ever so slightly.
It....it felt nice.
"Now c'mon!" Shiny nodded, as she gently undid the bindings and curled them into some makeshift leash. "Let's get you back to camp, I'm sure the guys will love to meet ya."
For the first time, all day, Diane felt slightly nervous. But at the same time, that idea, of her presence being enjoyed...she liked that idea. So as Shiny soothingly guided Diane along, Diane followed, and slowly felt a smile forming on her face.
Maybe 'camp', really would be happy see her....
*note: camp was NOT happy, very much not happy.
So fun story:
Mid-way through writing this, Deviantart decided to fucking kill stash writer, a program I had been previously using to save and write all these FA documents in, and replace it with a much shittier eclipse version, because Wix, the company that bought DA-possibly by force- is run by a bunch of people who think fake-ass bootleg runners with three piece suits aren't making them look like the biggest twats on earth. So if the story feels like it changes slightly in format, quality, or general mood halfway through, that's because I was thrown off my groove and now have to readjust to an entirely new document writing system that I don't even know if I like.
Very cringe Wix.
So, if anyone knows what the word limit on FA submission descriptions are, please let me know, so I have the option of making my stories on google docs or something and still have the entire thing present. Just in case I ever wanna ditch DA entirely.
Regardless, here's Shiny again, completely the trilogy of "My mutants getting an Agonwolfe coloured tf and linerart of their fully transformed selves". I don't know why it became a trilogy, but here we are.
And no, she's not short here, the proportions are just like that it this one. Imagine that tree is like skyscraper sized, and she is three times your size specifically.
You gnome.
Artwork by:
Agonwolfe
"One of my secretaries, Diane I believe, came back from a diplomatic trip looking rather off, and it wasn't until she was suddenly tearing the throats out of my soldiers did we realize that she's been afflicted with the mutation. Assumedly the standard variant, judging from how mindless she's gotten, not that a sleeper would be any better though. Regardless, I'm now short two guards, have to get a full industrial clean of my office, and whatever beast she's turned into has pissed off to somewhere in the Grandstalk, having gone completely feral.
Now, before you say anything, mercenary, no I can't send my own troops to track her. My operation here requires the utmost secrecy, and that monster is already enough of a migraine-inducing security risk as it is. I need her dead and erased in a way that can't be traced back to me, and you wouldn't even know I existed if I did not think you were an adequate solution to this problem, given your close relation to a scientific expert in Mixholme. So I trust, with the arranged payment and your....experience, that this shouldn't be too extensive of an issue for you. Have I made a sufficient estimate...erm....'Shiny'?"
After a good few days filled with nothing but dull logistics and paperwork, from both the local contracts and the Emerald Scarves' own, it was quite refreshing to have a good old fashioned assassination contract thrust Shiny's way. For earlier this morning, word of Shiny being the bodyguard of Dr Minerva Talos, a notable expert on the nuances of the mutation, seemed to have reached the ears of some nobility around the far stretched, law-bereft outskirts of Mixholme, particularly catching the attention of one 'Baroness Redvile', the elderly woman that had briefed and commissioned Shiny within a rundown tavern that the merc had previously assumed was abandoned, and ripe for looting the booze from.
The contract had a very delicious looking payout, the work was short and straightforward, and the Baroness herself wasn't exactly an especially unique snooty rich lady from what Shiny had gleamed up to that point. Yet, something about the company she was keeping seemed to rub Shiny the wrong way. For the armoured uniforms of Redvile's guards were just...so unbelievably gaudy, that Shiny could barely stop herself from constantly mocking them. The lurid, seemingly painted red, the blindingly bright white underclothes, and excessive amount of golden trims and engravings, made their suits look so blazingly impractical, that it seemed to awaken some dormant, 'stickler for good equipment' part of Shiny's brain, a part that the merc was very displeased with herself for suddenly developing, knowing damn well how annoying it was going to make her.
She didn't really hate noble types, they paid too well for her to care much about their opinions, but spending too long with them looking at her like that, made the eventual brush of the outdoor wind all the more satisfying.
So by the time Shiny had exited that shackled, ramshackle shack, she almost felt like she could breathe normally now that she was making her way towards Diane's last known location-
"Hold on." Redvile had suddenly asked before Shiny passed through the doorway. "The Grandstalk's quite a long trek, do you have any transport to get there or do you need to borrow some?"
"Nah, I've got transport." Shiny glanced back with a sly smirk. "Speedy stuff, actually. I'll be back in a few hours, don'tcha worry."
Redvile didn't seek any elaboration, so Shiny was free to keep strolling away. She gave it a few minutes, walking further and further along the rocky grass in her progressively uncomfortable boots, making extra sure that there was no way for the Baroness or her goons to see her. Then, once it grew clear that she travelled far enough, Shiny let a soft giggle worm through her throat, before she nestled herself against a tree, and watched.
buh-bump...buh-bump...buh-bump, buh-bump, buh-bump-buh-buh-bump-buh-bump-buh-bump-
Watched, with a handful more giggles, as her toes began to pump, and throb, and swell inside her boots, bloating and puffing thicker and thicker, until their increasing, meaty girth, caused her footwear to stretch and deform.
"OOoOoOOooo....ooo this feels like a chunky one!" Shiny squirmed excitedly, as her body bloated and puffed with each pump of her heart. "C'mon girls, get into some FAT forms will ya? I-I-I wanna stomp on stuff! MMMGH!"
Soon her whole body was starting to get too big for her clothes to fit, as parts of her armour began to 'PAP' and 'PING' apart, the inner cloth creaking loudly until it too began to 'RI-RIIP-RIP' and 'PAP-POP-RIIIIP' across billowing flesh. Sharpening teeth grit tightly in pleasure, as the warping face blushed an adorable pink, giddy groans and chuckles of excitement leaking like the drool building around her gums, as the increasingly golden eyes eagerly locked on the boots that stretched, pinched, and straaaiiined so, unbearably tight, against her big, fat, monster feet. Pads swelled up as they pressed into the insoles, smooth, spongey, tender flesh rubbing sensually against leather, as the socks inside were strained too far, bursting off her inflating paws with loud 'PAP's. Soon after, with a 'pik-pik-pik-pap-ri-i-ii-iiip', the paws were swelling too much for the boots, causing seamlines to burst and rupture, the sections slowly peeling apart as fur covered flesh gushed out from the gaps.
"Grrr-aaaw-haw-haaaw! Yeees, fuuck, aaaugh fuck I'm g-getting huge today!" Shiny moaned and groaned with big smile on her face, as one by one, with a:
'CRRRN-POP!'
"AUGH!"
'PAP!'
"Hoogh-"
'PAFF!'
"GaaaHAAGH-Ngrh!"
'POP-POP'
"Haaagh..."
'BMMPH, PAFF, RIII-III-IIIIP"
"Aaaaaah....."
Big, fat, hulking toes burst out from the fronts of her footwear, throbbing and bulging and wiggling and spreading, as Shiny's big, fat, bare feet grew bigger and fatter until her robust boots tore apart, turning into snug, sexy sandals that failed to cover up any bits of her paws.
"MmMmMMmmm....yeeeah-hah-haaah, aaaawesome...." The progressively larger and larger rabbit girl groaned again, as she watched her body swell and grow and bulge, cloth and iron bursting and ripping against her, bubbling toes wiggling away. "Good on ya bod, t-t-toes feel g-great! Y-y-you always know what I-I-I-I li-i-ii-iike!" The blush was red hot, the smile was adorable, and the mind was more than eager to get into the glorious hunt.
So, with a giddy gaze out into the shaded treeline, Shiny, the armoured mutant, grinned her muderbunny smile, as she confidently kicked off her 'sandals'....
BMMP-MMPH, PLICK-THUMP
THUMP-THUMP, THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-BMMPH-PLICK-PLICK- WHUMP!
Ah, it was good, the squish of cold soil against her fleshy pads. Where the boots before had left pretty mundane prints, the hulking, clawed toes of Shiny's freshly grown rabbit paws now dug and churned up the soft, forest earth, as they rapidly stomped and kicked against it. It was really good actually, to rip her armour to pieces so she could hurl herself across the dense foliage, barefoot and on all fours, like the big sexy monster she was. According to Doc, Shiny was a 'Hunter' Strain mutant, kinda like a warrior, but bigger, stronger, and most prevalently: Faster. Even if her human self was buck naked, sprinting with all her might on perfectly flat terrain, the speed she was darting at now, in this seemingly so much heavier body, easily tripled, maybe even quadrupled that hypothetical scenario that seemed kinda hot now that she thought about it. She was covering entire kilometres in minutes, her strides changing from an altered human sprint, a feral gallop, and then finally an excited plethora of jumps and leaps that felt just perfect for a lapin body, even if it was wonderfully ironic. Hell, from what Shiny's overheard in her forays into the monster hunting market, Hunter mutants were often nicknamed 'the scary ones', due to how violently dextrous they could get, and oh gods above, was Shiny relishing a notion like that.
It was basically perfect for this scenario too, she was indeed a literal 'hunter' right now, bounding through the woodland chaos and letting her senses overtake her brain's autopilot, all so that she could easily find her prey in the forest that was now looming taller and broader before the murderbunny's glowing yellow gaze.
For soon enough, in a quarter of the time a wagon would've taken in such terrain, Shiny was finding herself getting close to the Grandstalk's borders.
Out of all of the amorphous masses of forest that almost completely surrounded the province of Mixholme, there were three 'sectors'-a term coined by the Imperials- that were notably distinct in their mutated gestations. These included the 'Omenwood', AKA sector 2, a forest known for being noticeably less dangerous than most other biomes, save for the occasionally really creepy happenstances that sometimes eluded to future events. The 'Clawlands', AKA sector 6, an inversely extremely dangerous region that seemed to be the primary stomping ground for the variety of monstrosities plaguing the outside of Engrievion's civilisation. And, most relevant here: The Grandstalk, AKA sector 7, the largest of these three forests, that seems to have traded fauna for flora. For, while the trees and plants in the other sectors tended to get fairly big, none of their biggest even held a candle to the Grandstalk's oaks and pines, which on average dwarfed that of many man-made buildings, with some seemingly able to tower over entire mountains. And yet, while such massive real-estate would've been ideal for creatures to nest in, the Grandstalk was equally famous for being almost completely devoid of animals at all, save the occasional bug or lost flittering bird. If it weren't for the excessive plant-life that lazily sprouted all around the floor, and the lively, healthy colouration of the trees that shieled them, the Grandstalk would've almost felt dead, from just how quiet it could get.
There was just something....creepy, about the place, as Shiny soon made her way inside. The trees didn't feel friendly or welcoming to her like the ones in Clawlands, they instead just....loomed. Like, gigantic masses of just....big, that couldn't give less of a shit about her, but didn't approve of her being there regardless.
Did that make sense? It didn't sound like it made sense. But, that was the best Shiny could describe, this place just felt...off.
Buuut, to be honest though, Shiny didn't actually care if this place did or didn't like her. It was a forest that only had big trees after all, and what were they gonna do, be taller? Bleed sap on her? Give her a splinter? Shiny just scoffed at the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind, and kept up her jumping and leaping with unaffected vigour. In fact, the colossal trees looked easily capable of supporting her weight, in spite of her excessive amount, so at some point Shiny just stopped bothering with the ground entirely, and instead lunged up towards one of the comfier looking trees.
When Doc, Merky, or even some of the Emeralds got into their animal modes, their feet became....grippy. Hand-like? Shit, what was the word Doc used, it was one Shiny even liked, uuuuh-prehensive-hensile, prehensile, that was it. It basically meant that, because of some neat-looking extra toes they had, their feet could grab stuff just like their hands could, which made for all kinds of fun things in Shiny's immature brain. And yet, despite Shiny only having a....normal-ish, set of toes, those toes could still splay out and grip stuff quite a bit better than her human toes could.
Which is all to say that when Shiny's body made contact was her designated tree, the hulking monstrosities that used to be human feet easily dug their digits into the bark, clenching so tightly and powerfully that it caused the musculature on her arches to bulge in ways that made Shiny go: "Ooo-hoo, that's hot~."
Just barely managing to not get distracted though, Shiny used that alluringly bunched up muscle in her limbs to spring forth like a....s-spring, launching herself across the air before getting extremely close to another really big tree. However, Shiny had been practicing with how to use momentum in this form, and in the nanoseconds before she would faceplant into solid bark, the murderbunny swung a free leg out and kicked it hard against the impact point. The attack of course did nothing to the giant, mutated tree that had probably been there for thousands of years, but with Shiny airborne, her pads nice and bouncy, and her body less heavy then the limits of her massively increased strength, the kick served wonderfully as an extra jump through the air, vastly extending the distance of her bound like she was a ricocheting bullet. After that kick, Shiny repeated the same manoeuvre at the next tree she was falling towards, then she repeated again on the next, then again once more, and then she started to get flamboyant with it, turning her smooth jumps and kicks into flips, somersaults, and twirling slides across the bark. It was almost graceful, the deft and daring acrobatics that Shiny had almost forgotten she had, as she moved across the branches with a swiftness that such a hulking body shouldn't even be capable of. It was a fun feeling, knowing how potentially dangerous her particular strain was, though some part of Shiny was glad that the chances of fighting one herself were fairly low.
"Oh...wait." Shiny suddenly grimaced. "Ah...ah shit, wait."
Speaking of fighting, Shiny probably should've been keeping track of any signs of Diane, instead of messing about in the trees, and had only realized this mistake after getting quite far into the sector. Knowing this damnable luck, she might've passed right over the target already. Whoops.
So, letting herself chuckle a bit at her own oversight, Shiny made the next impact against a Grandstalk tree a tad more long-lasting. Instead of kicking off, she used her pads to soften the landing, and her claws to stick it, letting the momentum carry her into a graceful swing upwards until she had something akin to a 'swashbuckler's adventurous gaze to the horizon' pose, her claws carving gouges into the bark from the movements. Soon, with hand and foot pressed against the tree for grip, whilst the other foot dangled in the air, Shiny held her free hand up to her forehead and gazed out into the absolute mass of the Grandstalk, her ears twitching, her nose sniffling, her hands and feet tensing, and her eyes brightening, all to scan for any minute sign of the little AWOL desk lady.
"Di-aaaannne~....." Shiny cooed out towards the empty air, a cheeky smile on her. "Where arrrre yoooouuu~...." Now, you'd think Shiny was doing it mostly just to entertain herself, and that was partially true, yet at the same time: this is Shiny we're talking about. She truly did think that just asking Diane where she was would coax her out. It was a strategy she used a bit often in her younger days, and it has never, ever worked, however Shiny was an optimistic girl, and was of the belief that one day, some day, it will actually be the correct strategy.
.....Maybe.
"Di-aaaannne~." Shiny continued- "Dian-yyyy~. Diane-nan-nan-nan-nan-naniiiiie!~"-...nooot exactly paying attention to how silly it sounded. "C'mooon out girl, I just wanna talk. Truuuust me, I think you'll be much more interested in me than ya think! Diii-ananananananiiiiiiiiII should probably stop that."
The rabbit ears then flopped down against Shiny's head in mild irritation, as the scouting hand moved to put itself of her hip. "Pff, okay, I see how it is, just gonna ignore the voice you can clearly hear eh girl? pfft." Came her resulting huff, her gaze lowered down enough to not notice movement above her. "Ack, maybe I'm just being lazy with this. Like, 'A good huntress has gotta put the effort in-' yeah I know mom number 6, I know...I mean, that would be pretty nice though, for just one time anyway, to have my target like, I dunno, just fall onto me-"
"GRAAAAAAAGH"
The odds of happening to perch on the exact tree the target had climbed up and nestled herself in were obviously far out of a normal likelihood, but once again, Shiny's ridiculous, double edged, and probably cursed luck, had reared itself high enough to quite literally drop the mutated Diane right onto Shiny's back, the collision sending both monster girls flailing and screeching into a scraggly thud against the bush-laden ground.
Good news, what would've been a lethal fall for a regular human, was instead only a cracked few bones and bruises for Shiny's much denser body, so after letting out a groaning "Ooow..." the rabbit mutant was able to scoot herself out from her bushy entrapment.
Bad news, it seemed to be the same exact story for Diane, because only a few seconds after Shiny give a glance around to process what happened, did the less mentally stable newbie aim a second lunge at her, tackling Shiny to the ground as the girls went into an animalistic frenzy.
Shiny felt claws effortlessly pierce into her durable flesh, tugging and digging until they tore it open, causing red, hot, stinging pain to erupt across the areas of damage, as the sweet metallic scent of her own blood soon reached her nostrils. Soon after, teeth bit down onto her shoulder, their entry sending more throbs of pain-the bad kind of pain-into her very bones, as Diane's fangs inversely refused to move and instead stayed dead centre in the new wound, hurting like a motherfucker when Shiny herself tried to shift position. The claws dug and slashed again, the paw-like hands that Diane seemingly sported switching from bestial swipes, to a much meaner manoeuvre that involved grabbing and ripping out Shiny's own fur, which not only really fuckin' hurt, but it also just felt like an insult.
Shiny's eyes were watering from the eruptions of agony that were rapidly spreading across her, but the hired sword was far from a crybaby. Instead, the pain was fuelling a rush of adrenaline, which in turn fuelled a building anger, both causing a gargling snarl to hiss through Shiny's clenched fangs. While what was -hopefully- Diane mindlessly clawed, and scrabbled, and bit like some drugged up raccoon, Shiny used her own hands to push the rival mutant back, letting her legs throb with the building adrenaline, before she just barely managed to squeeze her feet into the gap between the two. She wasn't sure if this was just her mimicking what she saw rabbits do and hoping for the best, or if it was her actual lapin instinct guiding her through primal trial, but whatever reason she had to try and kick Diane off her with her bunny legs, the strategy seemed to work. For with a mighty:
BMMPH
Shiny felt just a few more scrapes forming across her arms and torso, before the entirety of Diane was launched right off her, letting Shiny gasp and groan in pain and relief, as she used Diane's airtime to lethargically crawl back onto her feet. Her right arm was the one subject to the bite, and it hurt so much that she could barely feel her hand at all. Judging from how much red she saw on it, Shiny guessed it was damaged quite badly, so she got to work focusing on her ever-reliable regenerative powers, as she waited for Diane to eventually land with a hefty 'THUD'.
Of course, Diane seemed to suffer almost nothing from the fall, and like Shiny, she was back onto her feet in seconds. Unlike Shiny however, she was also on her hands, limbs spread wide in a defiant quadrupedal stance, displaying just how feral and beast-like the poor girl had become.
To accentuate this, Shiny was now able to get a good look at just what exactly Diane had turned into, and from what it seemed so far, the former secretary's mutations manifested into that of a Leopard, swollen and hulking with musculature much like Shiny was, with light brown fur, reddish spots, gleaming pale claws, long white nylon stockings that were ripped and frayed into frills before they reached her ankles, and a pure, velvet red servant dress, stretched, burst, and torn across the body that had far outgrown it. The long feline tail that snaked out from the tattered fringes of the dress lashed and thrashed about, all four paws were clenching and digging into the dirt, and her spine was arching up so far that the already prominent hole in the back of her top strained until it 'ri-i-i-iiip'ed open even further. And this was all without mentioning the red-stained foam that was dribbling out of Diane's snarling, hissing, fang-baring snout, a maw that was coated in freshly dripping blood that Shiny could smell was not just hers, meaning that this version of Diane wasn't quite invested in cleaning up after herself. All signs pointed to Diane being a very, very, very angry kitty, so angry that there was probably no way that the human buried inside was ever going to understand anyone ever again.
So, of course, Shiny started talking to her.
"Hi bitch, I'm Shiny." The murderbunny panted and growled, partially exhausted from having to manually heal herself. "You wanna try that shit again and see where it gets you, or can we start this over?"
"HEEEEERRRRGH!" Diane hissed back. Shockingly, she didn't seem to be very interested in conversation, because she was already lunging at Shiny for the third time these past two minutes, the cat-like instincts that wrenched her sanity to pieces thinking: 'Hey, it's not, not worked yet'.
However, Shiny was ready for this one, and simply used a powerful counter technique known as: Ducking, before she spun on the ball of her foot and roundhouse kicked the still mid-air Diane, increasing the leopard girl's momentum enough to send her smacking into a nearby tree trunk. The impact was hefty, but Shiny knew it wasn't enough to kill, so instead she got into her usual fighting stance as Diane groaned and growled to face her.
"Okay, well, nice to meet you too." The rabbit scoffed sarcastically at the noise.
From Diane's perspective, this was quite a strange thing to experience.
Her mind was broken, shattered, all she could think about was eat and kill, kill what hurts, lick wound to stop it hurting, shit in inconvenient place, y'know your average cat things. Here though, the instincts that were dragging her along like puppet strings were being thrown for a loop, because this rabbit had delicious blood, but was swatting her away easily, even though rabbits are supposed to be weak.
It was talking like a person, standing like a person, but smelled and looked like a rabbit. No, wait, Diane could stand like a person, but she looked and smelled like a cat. But she also smelled like Diane, the old Diane, and this rabbit...smelled like a person too. Diane was...a person animal. This rabbit too, was a person animal. But....no-one was hurting the rabbit, and the rabbit could speak. Why did people hurt Diane then? Why couldn't Diane speak? It hurt when she tried to speak, she couldn't remember how to speak, her instincts didn't want her to speak, so how come this rabbit could? That wasn't fair! This isn't fair! What did the rabbit have that Diane didn't?! Maybe....maybe....maybe Diane could find it, yes. This rabbit had something that let her speak, made humans not want to hurt her, maybe if Diane could....rip it out of her, then she could speak too! Yes....YES! The rabbit will still die, she can still eat. Rabbit must die. RABBIT WILL DIE-
"I'll say this though, by the way," Shiny snarked. "I love the dress. It's just so nicely tight against ya, really brings out your beef!"
Diane simply gave Shiny a glare, before she leaped into another roaring pounce, which was again countered by a quick back-hand from Shiny, sending Diane spawling onto the ground once more.
"Okay, wow." Shiny scoffed. "Shame on me for being nice to ya huh?"
Diane hissed again. This rabbit was able to stop her attacks because she was able to fight herself, she too was a predator, so Diane needed some way to strip that ability from her. To properly think, she went into defensive circling, tensing her sinews as she awaited for the rabbit to try anything sudden. The pouncing wasn't working, the rabbit was too smart, she needed to try something else.
"Sooo, Diane, right?" Beamed Shiny as she, not actually being smart, simply just continued her conversation as if Diane was anything close to a listener. "Your old boss lady sent me, you still remember her? Uuuuh...red...redbitch, or whatever her name was, old coot with a bunch of guys in really shitty armour, ring any bells?"
Diane, being feral, simply kept circling with zero attempts to answer....yet the words coming out of the rabbit's mouth...prodded at something.
Red....bitch?
Diane's head pounded, as some part of her, not bound by the intrusive instinct, went digging into her memories, much to the mutation's dismay.
Red....lady...Red...vile?....Redvile....Redvile, boss lady, her...her old employer-
The mutation throbbed and intensified the headache into unbearable pain, seemingly in a retaliating act of anger, and Diane's new leopard self violently shook her head to shove the memories out.
"Wh- aaaah hey, I heard that little yowl." Shiny winked, making Diane realize that she had groaned from the pain. "You didn't like her much, did you?"
Redvile....Redvile wasn't that bad of a boss, Diane's had to suffer through much worse management before working with her. To be honest, in comparison to these overwhelming urges, she'd would gladly go back to working with the-
Shiny heard Diane yowl again, as the leopard clutched her head. She didn't notice that Diane was doing it because her head hurt, and instead just commented: "Hah...same. I mean, I just can't say I can defend her y'know? That chick is just...creepy, I dunno, I feel like there's something really fucked up about her that mah brain's not lettin' me understand. You get me, right?"
Diane spat, in immense irritation.
"Well, doesn't matter how we feel about her anyway," Shiny then continued with a shrug. "Cause you've been a bit of a naughty girl to Redbitch, and now she just wants to make sure you're not gonna bother her again, by paying me a loooot of money. So, either you can just sit tight and lemme just put you to sleep like a good little girl, or get your face decked in by my REALLY BIG hands-fuck me just look at these things wow- choice is yours Diany, what's it gonna be? I mean, if I could suggest anything though, I'd go with option a, cause as good as a wrecker as I am, I think I'm gonna feel kinda bad about wrecking that pretty little face of yours-"
SLASH
Technically, Shiny did step a bit closer whilst she talked, which was sufficient grounds for Diane to pounce again, and swing a claw right into Shiny's cheek, carving open pudgy flesh and pearl white fur in a single, brutal swipe.
"AAAOOW!" Screamed Shiny, clutching her wrecked, pretty little face, as Diane elegantly landed on her feet behind her. "DUDE, UN-FUCKIN' COOL, OW-OW-OW!"
This was it! The rabbit was stunned, she couldn't fight back, this was the opportunity Diane was anticipating! The rabbit's back was now facing Diane, so all it would take is a final, much more powerful pounce, to bring her to the ground, to pin her to the ground, to have power over her, to dominate her, to take what was hers and bite into that delicious flesh once agai-
SLAP
The sheer speed at which Shiny's foot lashed out into Diane's face far outclassed a feral mutant's ability to process complexity, thus the soft pads made a forceful impact against the leopard's throat, as the toes curled and cupped her chin, both movements allowing the rabbit beast to hoist Diane up into the air, before pinning her rough against a nearby tree. Diane's claws reflexively started to grab and aggressively dig into the weirdly extra fatty foot meat, yet the rabbit's toes clenching and pressing tighter against her throat allowed Diane's human logic to win over the animal fury, letting her relent juuust enough to notice the now far less smiley face of the rabbit looming very close to her own, the glowing yellow eyes seemingly blazing even brighter.
"Heeeyyy...so, I didn't really appreciate that." Shiny then hissed through the pain and about-to-erupt fury. "So, y'know what? Fuck this, and fuck you."
"RGH?!" Came Diane's sudden panic, before the foot yanked her off the tree, swung her up into the air, and slammed her down into the rocky dirt in one powerful bicycle kick. With a heavy thump, Shiny then lept off the whimpering leopard as she readied herself into another fighting stance, bouncing lightly on her pads just to shake off the abundant energy. Several of Diane's fangs had been shattered from the impact, but the pain was only further motivating the overbearing instinct, so with a gargled growl, Diane pulled her face out of the hole Shiny had made with it, and glared at this insufferable rabbit once again.
Shiny...paused briefly.
From her perspective, this was starting to get a little strange. There was no fucking way Diane should've survived an attack like that, Shiny put all of her strength into that slam, yet all it did was break a few teeth? Man, how durable was this chick? She was almost like Shiny, but less, like some kind of....bonus her....
".....Hmm...." Shiny's eyes narrowed, as Diane was reading another pounce, as the rabbit was growing more intrigued than annoyed. This cat girl got up after something that should've broken her neck, something Doc had to explain was just as lethal to mutants as it was to humans. (Don't worry, she was upset by the news too.) Was there just something Diane, or maybe even other kinds of feral mutant had, that the Emeralds just never noticed before? Was that something.....a potential advantage?
Well, in the honest truth, no.
See, while Shiny firmly believed that the bicycle kick was lethal, the patch of dirt Diane landed in was actually just too soft for the impact to crack her neck like it should've. This was yet another instance of Shiny's horrendous luck showing itself once again, except this time, she was completely oblivious to it.
So oblivious, that she got a idea, a very...iffy....idea.
"Heeeeeyyy.....Dian-yyyy~?" Shiny cooed, her scowl replaced with an opportunistic grin. "Iiiinstead of me kicking your face in as we keep slapping at each other like rabid cats, d'you maybe wannaaa.... meet some friends of mine?"
.......
About 20 minutes later, Redvile heard a sudden, clicking clunk onto the table before her, and lifted her gaze up from some paperwork to see a collection of shattered fangs plonked onto the wood, the mercenary she had hired to take out Diane beaming wide as she said: "There you go! Your little kitty problem's all tied up, I made sure to put her in some fertile dirt so it'll grow over quick."
"...The hell happened to your clothes?" Came Redvile's response from behind the meeting table, her cocked eyebrowed-eyes scanning Shiny's bent and splintered armour, ragged underclothes, completely bare feet, and suspiciously pristine skin with an intensity that bordered on utter flabbergastment.
Shiny, being the one in this ruined, very cold outfit, was ready with her excuse. "Oh, this? I found her in some pretty thorny parts of the place, my armour just kept getting caught on stuff. That, plus a mutant tryin' to get into my soft meat bits, my outfit just got wrecked through the whole thing. I got it oiled though, it's no biggie."
Redvile's eyes narrowed, as she intently eyed the tatters. "....you got caught in some thorns and mutant claws?"
"Yup."
"And yet you don't have a scratch on your body?"
"Uh." Sweat began to form on Shiny's forehead. "Th-that's just how good the armour was! I had to pull some bits off myself, so it's ended up more scuffed then the fight actually made it."
"You.... 'pulled some bits off'?
"I needed to ditch the weight."
"Even your boots?"
"I-i-i-it was muddy."
"They're boots."
"Suuuper muddy, and my boots are actually kinda shorter then yours so-"
Redvile suddenly raised a hand to silence Shiny. "Y'know what, doesn't matter. Humphrey, give her the compensation."
A much more heavily armoured man, presumably Humphrey, very sheepishly stepped forward and handed Shiny a coin purse. A pretty hefty coin purse.
"3 platinum, as agreed."
Fucking hell that was a lot of money.
Doc herself had mostly 5 plat to her name, yet this lady just handed a massive chunk of that out for a kill job. A smarter person would've not only seen this as a red flag, but had Shiny been even slightly more observant of the abandoned town Redvile had set up in, she might've noticed the literal red flags that hung down across many of the buildings, proudly displaying something that almost looked the Imperial crest, just with different animals and gear shapes.
But, Shiny was not a smart or observant girl, she instead just grinned ear to ear at the lovely purse, as Redvile smiled herself, concluding business with:
"The Rebel Coalition thanks you for your co-operation, Shiny of the Emerald Scarves."
"And thank you, for paying for my booze parties~." Shiny winked. "Hope we can work together again sometime, eh?"
"Yeeees." Replied Redvile, in the most suspicious, evil sounding tone of voice imaginable. "I hope we do."
Plick, plick, plick.
And with that, Shiny was giddily out the door once again....
"....s-so, she's definitely a m-mutant too right?" Humphrey stammered nervously, hoping to glorious gold that the merc was out of earshot.
Redvile's smile vanished at the question. "Humphrey, are you dense? Of bloody course she was, she still had the damn fur in her armour." As the large armoured man whined and shrank back at the mean scolding, before Redvile turned to another soldier, and made her tone more professional. "Get me into contact with our friends in the syndicate, see what they can pull up about this....Talos fellow."
Back outside, Shiny was just happily tossing up and recatching the purse, as she and the red-armoured guards waved each other goodbye. The rocky dirt as grass was noticeably less comfortable against her human feet than it was against her paw feet, probably something to do with the pads being tougher, smoother, and squishier, Shiny didn't really know, but didn't really mind. Once she got out of view of these red and gold guys, she could slip back into bunny form easily, no need to get into any trouble with her new friends the-...
'The Rebel Coalition'?
Why'd that name sound so....weirdly familiar, as if she's heard it in passing really often, but never actually asked what it was about? Didn't Doc bring it up sometimes, or was that Merky? Or was it one of the peeps she worked with before? Or was it all three? Doc had a lot of books, and 'Rebel' might've been on one of the covers maybe. Wait, shit, was she actually told about them, but just didn't pay attention, like another of her zone-outs? Shiiit, maybe that was it. Or, maybe she just had that uh....memory, mind, thing again, where one felt like they were suddenly experiencing something they already experienced. What did Doc call it? Day-jabby-Voodoo?
Eh, it probably didn't matter. These dweebs weren't anything noteworthy anyway, mostly just some creepy rich military guys that hung around abandoned places. Super rich actually, if the purse was any indication. Doc would be ecstatic to hear about what Shiny had gotten up to today thanks to this payout, especially due the other thing she was gonna try bringing home.....
....
It seemed like an age since Diane was ever able to calm down. The unbearable headache she was feeling, the rushing emotions, the sheer overstimulation of everything, and this damnable, seemingly bottomless hunger, the metallic taste of blood that was sweet alluring in all of the wrong ways, it'd drive anyone mad, let alone a woman who just enjoyed doing paperwork for rich people. But now, after that rabbit had torn a leather strap off her armour, and used it to bind Diane to a relatively smaller tree, was Diane forced to simply just sit still, stop, and...think.
Thinking...thinking hurt so, so much. But she wanted to, or at least some small piece of her did. Every other part of her was screaming to just...give up. To stop trying to stay conscious, to just slip back into the lurid dream, because it felt good to be inside it, she so badly needed rest too, and, at very least, the headache there didn't hurt as much. But Diane...the real Diane, she wanted to remember, to not lose herself to the raging beast, no matter how difficult it was to stay lucid.
That rabbit.... was still herself, or at least she seemed somewhat human, so...it wasn't impossible. Even if she was not the same person anymore, that rabbit could still think, still speak, still be something that was just like a human, and Diane was... jealous. Seething in fact, furious at how much luckier that stupid rabbit was then her, Diane likely deserved it much more that she did-
No....no that wasn't right.
That was the monster talking, Diane needed to stop letting herself fall into the darker thoughts, focus on things that a human would think about, not an animal. This rabbit could've killed her, but did not. Diane couldn't understand why, she was a monster, and monsters killed and got killed, no negotiating. Sparing a life though, that was what a human did, a human could make such a choice, and only a human. This feeling, behind the jealously, behind the hatred, the anger, the hunger, the fear, and the pain, it was....what was it? It felt almost like....
Hope...
The chance to be herself again, the evidence that one could still be human underneath the muscles and fur, the idea was filling Diane with...hop-
"Heeey there girl, sorry about the wait!" Came Shiny's sudden voice, as a slightly smaller version of the rabbit mutant hopped down in front of Diane's face, slowly swelling in size as if her transformation wasn't done yet. "I had to sweep up Redbitch's payment before we could head on, merc stuff y'know? Good news though: As far as she knows, you're dead! Soooo, you don't have to worry about her anymore, and we can head on without trouble!"
The sudden intrusion snaped Diane clean out of her thoughts, and with focus broken, the feral leopard mutant's thoughts switched from 'Maybe there's still some part of me left..' to 'KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL-KILL' in a single, gargling roar of anger. The improvised binding held on better than it honestly should though, so as she leapt forward to try maul Shiny again, the leather strap snapped tight and locked her place just too far back for her pathetic swipes to reach.
By this point though, Shiny was starting to find the aggression charming...s-somehow.
"Pfft, the things I never get thanked for." Shiny playfully huffed with a roll of her eyes, before Diane roared right in her face. "Aaaw, don't be like that. I know you're not really yourself, and I know it's pretty hard to be a good person right now, but y'know if you ease up just liiiittle bit, you'll find things get easier too."
Diane's roaring and snarling simmered down slightly, as she paused. It was difficult to pay attention to what words the rabbit had been saying up to this point, but something felt like she was been....acknowledged?
Shiny meanwhile had noticed the leopard calming slightly at the things she said, only making the merc's smile grow wider. "See? There you go, you'll get there sooner than you think." And then, in a playful movement, Shiny lifted up a paw hand and gently patted Diane's head.
Diane partially wanted to rip that hand right off, but the sudden squish of soft pads against her head, and the sudden feeling of being....the subject of kindness, it made the anger subside ever so slightly.
It....it felt nice.
"Now c'mon!" Shiny nodded, as she gently undid the bindings and curled them into some makeshift leash. "Let's get you back to camp, I'm sure the guys will love to meet ya."
For the first time, all day, Diane felt slightly nervous. But at the same time, that idea, of her presence being enjoyed...she liked that idea. So as Shiny soothingly guided Diane along, Diane followed, and slowly felt a smile forming on her face.
Maybe 'camp', really would be happy see her....
*note: camp was NOT happy, very much not happy.
So fun story:
Mid-way through writing this, Deviantart decided to fucking kill stash writer, a program I had been previously using to save and write all these FA documents in, and replace it with a much shittier eclipse version, because Wix, the company that bought DA-possibly by force- is run by a bunch of people who think fake-ass bootleg runners with three piece suits aren't making them look like the biggest twats on earth. So if the story feels like it changes slightly in format, quality, or general mood halfway through, that's because I was thrown off my groove and now have to readjust to an entirely new document writing system that I don't even know if I like.
Very cringe Wix.
So, if anyone knows what the word limit on FA submission descriptions are, please let me know, so I have the option of making my stories on google docs or something and still have the entire thing present. Just in case I ever wanna ditch DA entirely.
Regardless, here's Shiny again, completely the trilogy of "My mutants getting an Agonwolfe coloured tf and linerart of their fully transformed selves". I don't know why it became a trilogy, but here we are.
And no, she's not short here, the proportions are just like that it this one. Imagine that tree is like skyscraper sized, and she is three times your size specifically.
You gnome.
Artwork by:
Agonwolfe
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 1440 x 2560px
File Size 651.3 kB
I dunno what the word limit is on descriptions, but I have seen stories get cut off by running afoul of it before. So I know there IS one. (Unless they've removed it since then.)
I do use Google Docs myself, but also store local copies of each chapter once it's done. I should prooooobably store local copies of the outlines every so often, I just... haven't. Heh, nervous chuckle there.
Poor Diane. Even if she does calm down, there's just always gonna be the temptation to gnaw on a bunny, isn't there? Nice to know "feral" mutants can still recover, potentially. At least partially? I had been thinking that if you fought it at the start, it would be too late for you.
And the scene with the boots ripping. There's probably an upcoming scene of Tsarina transforming, and she's not gonna have enough warning to get undressed first, but that's still a ways out. And since it's gonna be a third-person scene, her thoughts get to color the narration's focus instead of only being about what Flopsy would pay attention to. ^_~
(Flopsy's also nowhere near as fast as Shiny, it seems. Flopsy can run a bit faster than a human, between strength and traction, but Shiny's definitely got her outclassed. Flopsy's probably at about 150%, but Shiny's in the 300-400% range, it sounds like.)
I do use Google Docs myself, but also store local copies of each chapter once it's done. I should prooooobably store local copies of the outlines every so often, I just... haven't. Heh, nervous chuckle there.
Poor Diane. Even if she does calm down, there's just always gonna be the temptation to gnaw on a bunny, isn't there? Nice to know "feral" mutants can still recover, potentially. At least partially? I had been thinking that if you fought it at the start, it would be too late for you.
And the scene with the boots ripping. There's probably an upcoming scene of Tsarina transforming, and she's not gonna have enough warning to get undressed first, but that's still a ways out. And since it's gonna be a third-person scene, her thoughts get to color the narration's focus instead of only being about what Flopsy would pay attention to. ^_~
(Flopsy's also nowhere near as fast as Shiny, it seems. Flopsy can run a bit faster than a human, between strength and traction, but Shiny's definitely got her outclassed. Flopsy's probably at about 150%, but Shiny's in the 300-400% range, it sounds like.)
I was planning on google docs, but I think I'd definitely need to learn the exact word limit, in case it goes over, because I have done so before and it was a very awkward surprise.
See, imagine if you had like, the absolute worst headache imaginable, you suddenly found everything annoying no matter how miniscule, you were starving so badly that it really frickin hurt, blood and flesh were suddenly the best tasting things ever, causing pain to others shot up your brain with endorphins, and your intrusive thoughts got insanely hard to resist, especially given that if you did try to resist, the headache got worse.
That's what it's like to experience the mutation as it was intended to function. It'd be hard not to be a little pissed at mutants who don't seem to have this problem at all.
And yes, hunter mutants are scary motherfuckers. Just because mutants are weak against guns, machines and robots, doesn't mean they're easy to fight. Since Shiny's a rabbit, she's probably a tad faster than the usual, but fighting a hunter head on, alone, and without a loud gun to stun them, is basically a death sentence. You want to fight a mutant horde? Bring a friend, you'll need the extra set of eyes.
See, imagine if you had like, the absolute worst headache imaginable, you suddenly found everything annoying no matter how miniscule, you were starving so badly that it really frickin hurt, blood and flesh were suddenly the best tasting things ever, causing pain to others shot up your brain with endorphins, and your intrusive thoughts got insanely hard to resist, especially given that if you did try to resist, the headache got worse.
That's what it's like to experience the mutation as it was intended to function. It'd be hard not to be a little pissed at mutants who don't seem to have this problem at all.
And yes, hunter mutants are scary motherfuckers. Just because mutants are weak against guns, machines and robots, doesn't mean they're easy to fight. Since Shiny's a rabbit, she's probably a tad faster than the usual, but fighting a hunter head on, alone, and without a loud gun to stun them, is basically a death sentence. You want to fight a mutant horde? Bring a friend, you'll need the extra set of eyes.
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