The Trials of Yannick part 2

(containes MtF tg, sexy bats, and lots of shooting)

Commission for: Nomen Nescio

Art by: general-irrelevant

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One minute I was enjoying the soft warmth of her fur, and just like that, she was gone. I turned to see if she was playing another trick only to find the throne room empty.

I had no time to process this before the room itself began to look hazy, distorting like a bad video feed. Everything was swirling together to converge onto a point at my feet.

And then suddenly falling...

“Graapha phhtaata nook!”

The sudden jerk usually experienced from falling woke me up abruptly. I bolted into a sitting position trying to cry out a mix of expletives and pleas. What came out was not exactly what I had intended. That was more in part of my tongue failing to function as directed.

I was also being overwhelmed by a flurry of sensations that my mind needed time to process. My basement had suddenly gotten bright. My eyes were on fire as I squinted through the haze to figure out what was shining searchlights in my face. After a bit of scrambling around the bed, I managed to flip the switch to the single bulb illuminating my hideout. That seemed to help a ton, although my computer monitor still lit up most of my surroundings.

While I waited for the blur to go away, I was then having an issue with something constricting me. A pair of heavyweights had been pressing against my chest when I woke up which barely allowed me to breathe. Yet, when I got up, they merely shifted to start pulling me forward. Not helping was a feeling of bedsheets clinging to my arms but they also refused to fall off no matter how hard I shook them. I had to stop when the fluttering caused a big enough gust to knock over my dresser accessories.

“Mmrrgg!” Wow, even my pained moans felt off. My throat felt a bit scratchy and gave me a much softer pitch. I reached up to rub my temple only to entangle my suddenly present nails with equally unexpected hair bangs. God, I felt…

...alive?

I almost ripped my new bangs out shooting both hands down to my thigh. They squeezed along the thick squishy muscles while my eyes craned to look at it over an obstruction directly under my chin. The gauze was ripped off in pieces around my bed sheets. Plenty of dried blood became encrusted into my legs rich brown fur, but no sign of a bullet hole could be found. As improbable as it looked, the mutagen had actually worked. The thing practically brought me back from the dead. More importantly, it didn’t seem to have affected my mental capacity in any way.

“Mhoi ghame...pfft pffft!” Damn it, tongue! Work with me here. “Mha… My name is Yannick Durandal. I live at 348 South Fault Road. My favorite color is green, and Mercy is the best Overwatch waifu.”

Yup. All the essential parts of me felt in place. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any surprises in my head later. Something about the pitch of my voice seemed objectively wrong, but I was not about to question capacity for speech. Frankly, it just felt great to not be dead. Bouncing with the energy to fly to Australia and back was a bonus.

Although my mind eventually processed the fact I had brown fur; both across shapely supple legs and on the delicately slender hands feeling them. I raised my palms up to wiggle such alien digits. Moving my arms caused the membrane wings growing out of them to flutter again. I had wings; actual, flappy wings.

Oh, and a muzzle. Something kept hovering into the middle of my vision. Crossing my eyes made it easy to spot out the pink nose tipping my new little snout. I may not have become some Resident Evil abomination, but I was a far cry from a human.

I was also looking a lot more feminine than my usual introverted build would suggest. A notion that was rapidly replacing relief with growing concern for my more prominent anatomy. These sleek looking hands of mine began to quiver slightly as I brought them down to gently feel along my groin.

A slight mound...little squishy...wet....very wet…extremely sensitive nub...

Definitely not the usual things a young man would find exploring his most private regions. Just, well, let us just call it the exact opposite until my mind was ready for it. Mainly because I almost lost my tits gathering up the courage to finally comprehend looking down at my...tits.

If seeing them up close for the first time was a new experience, actually having them hanging off my chest reached new levels of surreal. I slowly moved to cup them, feeling their weight overflow my palms like sandbags. Good god, they were huge. No wonder women complained about them online. Their weighted swings pulled at me hard with the slightest movement.

I kind of froze stiff, sitting on my bed with a blank stare across my golden eyes. That one stray thought caused it to hit home that I had, indeed, become a purebred woman. Not just one randomly generated for sexually starved furries, either. These breasts were very familiar, even from this perspective.

Getting up was not an easy task. In addition to the many new ways gravity pulled on me, my feet were something entirely new. The toes had grown considerably large with developed second joints, except for the big ones. Those had moved down to the base of my heels. In general, they functioned almost like extra hands; perfectly capable of manipulating objects with a little practice.

Would have to try that out later. First and foremost, I had to hobble over to the mirror on the basement door. Bracing against the wood with both hands, I stared back awestruck at the same bat princess I thought I had just been dancing with in her castle. It was the exact spitting image of her. Right down to her shaggy tomboy hair and fluffy collar mane.

Granted this princess was a lot more naked. And also, a lot more...me. Instead of domineering confidence and playful, perpetual boredom, those golden slit eyes reflected back confusion, amazement, and a bit of arousal.

Seriously, how would you feel going from flab to perfect in one nap? Gender aside, that was a major step-up to how the last few days have been.

My new happiness caused something to start rubbing against my butt. Turning it towards the mirror, I began to blush at realizing I also had a tail. A short little thing just hanging shy of my knees atop a really gorgeous ass.

Ugh, I needed to sit down. Looking over myself was getting the loins wet again. And that just made things even more challenging to wrap my head around. Plopping on my desk chair, I slowly closed my eyes to adjust against the glow of my monitor.

Apparently becoming part bat had really improved my senses. I could hear the fans of the PC running, along with the hum of the monitor lights. My human ears were never that good, but after a few breathing exercises, my mind began to relax. Getting used to everything started to make the stuff I could not notice before feel rather pleasant. Even with just the monitor lights, I could see every little detail clearer than in daylight.

Including the fact that my livestream was still up and running.

“Um…” There were literally no words, since my mind sort of shut down trying to take this flood of new information. The naked bat lady showing on my Xplit screen looked just as dumbstruck at me. Her hands rested timidly on the crests of her fantastic boobs, rising and falling with each heavy breath I took. Somehow I got the notion to at least move them down to cover the dark brown nipples poking out through their soft fur. From which I tried to play it off with a nervous laugh and forced a smile. Holy fuck, those fangs could sparkle. “H-hi guys! G...guess I’m back in a few new ways.”

A sudden breeze across my lap prompted me to slam my thick thighs together. Needless to say, the chat room was going absolutely nuts, even before I noticed them. Text and emotes soared past in a torrent. Yet my eyes twitched with rapid ease to keep up with every word. It was kind of funny.

My brain was analyzing information in the split seconds they scrolled past the screen as if this was a natural habit. Topics were all over the place; concerns about my health or mental state, requests to do more provocative ‘explorations,’ and the occasional outcry I should re-kill myself for becoming a symbol of ‘fur faggotry.’ Fun. Gathering a few offhand remarks allowed me to piece together these guys had probably seen everything of my transformation while I slept in front of the webcam.

Knowing my luck these breasts were already an internet meme.

“You know what guys…I need to...” I suddenly went stiff and silent. Everything seemed to slow down, even the flow of chat messages. Those radar dish ears of mine were the only thing that moved in the tension, swiveling in ways I had not expected. Something was making a lot of clicking noise nearby, and my body was instinctively attempting a fix on the location. With a sinking feeling, I not only recognized the sound of nail scraping but found them to me culminating somewhere above me. “Be right back!”

This time I made sure to at least stop the video feed before more of my naked fur could be documented by the general public. Apparently, my body had this strange knack for functioning on autopilot. My paws carried me across the basement crouched low with barely a sound. Most likely that had something to do with most of my focus keeping on the ruckus above.

I was not the only one trying to stay stealthy, these freaks were just a bit more awful at it. And there was definitely more than one. I counted at least four separate sources or directions the nails were scraping from. Looks like something had decided to follow me home and brought friends. With a slight drop of my ears, I also realized my best gun was still out in the truck along with everything else.

A loud crack made me dive flat against the wall. Outside was an explosion of noises; cracking of metal, the grinding of wires, and angry, pained roars. It was a somewhat reassuring symphony to hear confirmation all those perimeter wire and ditch traps worked.

The clicking stopped, and soon the shouts died down. Craning one ear, I could hear the loud thumps of large bodies moving away on all fours. With their little reconnaissance gone awry, I was hoping they might have left for easier prey.

Fat chance of being that lucky. A few seconds later I heard a yelping call from a roof only a few houses down. Somewhere in the far distance, a howling screech responded back. Looked like my days of armoring up my home was about to finally get a field test.

“Fuck it!”

I honestly had no idea what had made me feel so brave. Barely thinking about it, I was literally flying up the steps thanks to the momentum of my new arm wings. My curvy body was not just for show, I reached the attic roof hatch not even feeling winded.

Climbing out, I could make four mutants climbing off buildings and milling about half a mile down the street. One was still busy trying to chew off metal wire wrapped around its gangly limbs. My tail wagged a bit more being able to see clearly all the bloody gashes and splinters of wood earned from its attempted trespassing.

Not wanting to waste time though, I leaped off the roof thrusting my arms out wide. No idea how I knew this would work either, but my wings easily allowed me to safely glide the short distance down to the truck parked in the neighboring backyard. By some miracle, those mutants failed to notice any of my dramatic acrobatics. Part of me almost wished there had been some kind of audience to witness my amazing feats. And then another part pointed out they would probably be more interested in my amazingly naked body.

At least the truck was still where I had crashed it into a rose hedge yesterday. It’s back gleamed light from the dawning sun making it easy to spot in my descent. My fantastic rifle was still in the front seat, as were the supplies and footlocker in the bed. Having that weapon slung over my shoulder made things feel a little less naked, even if the strap had to run between my boobs.

The supplies would have to wait. It was not like an army of flesh-eating monsters cared about dehydrated soup mix. Maybe the footlocker would give a better insight into what the boutique actually had planned for their interrupted shipment. Hell if I could tell just by experimenting with the results.

It had a padlock covering the latch, but that apparently would not pose a problem. All I did was absently give it a tug in the hope maybe it was not set. And then ‘crack,’ the handle broke off on both ends leaving me staring blankly at the thick base resting in my palm. Cool, I could be a fashion model AND break Rocky in a fight. Should I be thrilled or weirded out?

Shame the contents were not nearly as impressive a discovery as my strength. The first thing to greet me was a bunch of leather-bound notebooks and...comic books? The former involved a bunch of military training notes I had no time to make sense of, while the later felt like sorting a child's stash. Trying to piece the two entities together almost made me laugh until I remembered where I was. Someone at the Boutique must have aspirations of bioengineering their own superhero. No wonder every aspect of my new self became overly exaggerated.

My theory was further encouraged by a tarp that separated them from more personal effects. One bag held a bunch of health care items, including an excessive amount of shampoo. More importantly, I found clothes looking designed for my physiology. An expert guess based on the fact most companies do not develop pants with tail holes sewn into them. Sadly my only option for tops was between tanks and tubes. That kind of made sense given my wingspan conflicting with the purpose of sleeves. They just felt so bland.

My search for underwear felt even less dramatic. Specifically, there was none to be found. Instead, I found a few rolls of gauze sealed in plastic wrap. I wondered why they would give bandages until a label indicating they were for binding breasts made my ears and tail drop. A steel-wired sports bra would have been a bit more practical, I would think.

Well, if they were designing a super gal, there must have been a costume somewhere in here. It gave me very little assurance, but I dug to the bottom of the footlocker anyway. At the very least something like the dress that bat in my dreams wore would make me feel a bit cool.

BOY, they sure had something in mind for the girl this mutagen was meant for. I had a tough time trying to comprehend what kind of outfit I pulled out of the black zip bag, but it was not to inspire hope in good deeds. It barely qualified as an outfit at all. On one end was a thin strap with a belt buckle, it’s two cups intended to house breasts were much too small for modesty sake. Connecting it to a black latex thong were several straps of leather intercutting to imply design, but really just left the majority of the torso exposed. Just to make things even gaudier were fishnets connected to said thong via a string of golden snap buttons.

Fuck it! Tank top and boob tape it is!

More snarls and growls were starting to fill the streets with arrivals of more monsters. Keeping low to the far side of the truck I dressed and bound up in almost practiced silence. It was not the most expert of chest binding, but a very welcome relief not to have them sloshing around. Still looked like I was smuggling two cantaloupes inside a tank top though.

I gave the footlocker one last skim for the bottom. It was almost no longer a surprise to find a whip and rapier had been provided as my only means for weapons. While they could not hurt against the coming swarm, I was starting to question the point and purpose of any of this stuff.

A sharp snapping of branches made my ears whip back towards the hedges. Something snarled in a release of steaming hot breath. Again my body seemed to kick on autopilot, as I dived into a roll across the yard without a glance behind me. Not a second later the smashing of metal and shattering of glass filled the air. When I looked back up, a mutant had embedded both its claws into the broadside of the truck I had just been occupying.

Might have been worth a laugh seeing it struggle to break fingers free of its own trap. Until my ears twitched again at the approaching panting of beasts from the street. Pretty sure everything on the block heard that crash.

Ignoring the beasts attempts to lean at me in desperate bites, I jumped into the truck bed to retrieve the whip and rapier. I paused to give the mutant a growl back for good measure, which seemed to give it pause, before flapping both my arms with all my strength. It was more than enough to rocket me into the sky, sending military supplies scattering from the backlash. Two more flaps and my prehensile feet were grasping safely back onto the shingles of my own roof.

Despite the danger surrounding me, I must point out flying is incredibly cool. If I lived through this, I was so going for a trip across downtown. For now, though, what I saw on the streets signaled the start of what I call ‘improvised maneuver practice.’

Counting the guy with its hands inside Jackson’s truck, the pack of mutants had gone up to a full dozen. Seven of them were pacing around the front lawn judging the best way to come at my fuzzy butt. Erect bat ears swiveled to catch the other five trying to crawl their way across the neighboring roofs for a flank.

Even so, I could not help slipping the rifle up to take a shot at one of them. One golden eye narrowed along the crosshairs to size up a mutant tilting it’s head curiously at me. Something about the light on its skin seemed to click with my baser instincts. My brain could no longer see it as leathery stretched hide clasping to malnourished bones, but a series of bumps and crevices. Somehow it reminded me of using aiming mechanics in video games. When the barrel focused on a point right under the arm my finger pulled back the trigger.

The bullet not only struck on point but proceeded to punch right through to the other side. The mutant let out a bloody shrill cry as it fell onto its back in painful spasms. I was a bit awed by the realization I could actually see weak points on these creatures. Judging by the way its arm slapped about I had shattered it’s joint at the shoulder.

Most people probably would have flown away at this point. I apparently had the means to take off for anywhere I wanted to go. Choosing to fight things out might have been my next stupid mistake in the long list I have been writing. What can I say? They were going to mutate a hero, and I was not about to leave my home to the mercy of a rabid horde.

I could hear them now; people like me walled up in their attics and basements. Occasionally I would spot the flutters of curtains. They risked drawing hungry attention for a slight peek out the windows to see what was causing so much disturbance. What would the predators hunt if their current prey flew off? No! I could do this now. This sexy batgirl, I mean, perfectly normal dude was going to finally fight back and win the soul of this...

“HOLYMOTHERFUCK!”

Yannick's first rule of heroism; do not get lost in your own inner monologue. Fortunately the ambush I was currently in decided to remind me of their presence. From the left roof, a mutant leaped across in a trajectory that allowed it to frog splash me through the shingles. The rifle flew from my hands as we both crashed into my attic amid a shower of tiles and wood.

I barely recovered in time to grasp its claws shy of lunging through my beachball boobs. Pushing back proved amazingly easy and I quickly began to dominate our clasped palm tug of war. When it saw I could not be overpowered, it tried to thrust my arms aside to get a surprise bite into my neck. Thankfully my thick collar of fluff must have confused its concept of anatomy. Not to say getting bit in the shoulder was less painful.

Something happened next that I do not think either of us expected. Of course, I cried out from mind racking pain. But it was hardly the cry of a woman injured. A strange vibration reverberated from deep across my lungs and burst out of my throat in a high squeal. Immediately the mutant released it’s hold on me and backpedaled in pained barks. Poor thing could not escape from my voice sadly. Its claws scraped desperately at the sides of its head attempting to rip out its own ears. No idea if it was my echoing cry or it’s self-inflicted wounds that ended our spat, I was just happy when it fell over unconscious.

When another monster dropped down, I was all too happy to take a deep breath for an encore. Might be hard to believe I recalled practice lessons from Karaoke Hero Let’s Plays. Those had been meant as a joke even though I grew somewhat skilled at balancing pitch. My vocalization started out soft, quickly ramping up to confuse the creature out of attacking. By the time it felt the oncoming attack there was no chance. The force of my voice struck it full on, shattering the play wood behind it before the mutant itself went flying through several beams back out into the lawn below.

It was only after I stopped ‘singing’ that I could hear the roof around me creaking in protest to the idiotic mistake I had made. With a quick leap, I managed to get inside the hole the first mutant helped me make before everything began to collapse around me. Sadly the floor could not hold out against it, forcing me to take flight. I slowly circled around to gain a bit of altitude and avoid any more roof launching attacks while watching my parent's house collapse in on itself.

Somehow all the sheet metal and boards I had nailed into the first floor prevented a complete demolition. Most of my stuff was probably okay since it was in the basement. Mom and Dad were still going to throttle my fat ass good for this though. It still left mechanical drumming in my ears.

Wait, no, were those helicopter blades? I performed a hard turn so I could witness something that filled me with complete elation. Another military helicopter was air bound over the city. In fact, it seemed to be plowing its way right towards my location. A theory confirmed when a guy popped out of the side door to wave at me when it got close.

“Yannick Durandal!?” He called out over the noisy grind of engines. Not that I was about to complain about the cavalry finally showing up.

“Y-yeah,” I said in a barely audible squeak. I swallowed before trying to speak up without accidentally sending a sonic blast at them. “Yeah! I’m Yannick!”

No idea how or why he knew my name. I was more confused when he merely nodded before ducking back into the helicopter. He popped right back out holding a heavily armored case.

“Use this!”

They were giving me something? Okay, I was cool with anything to help with the angry pack down below. Not sure how they expected me to get close without being chopped up by the rotors.

Turns out they did not expect me to get close at all. Without warning the guy let go of the case, allowing it to fall several feet where it happened to make a very impressive splash into another neighbor's backyard pool. It was almost practiced the way we both watched this descent before looking up to stare blankly at each other. After a few seconds, I could see the pilot mutter something through the windshield. My package deliverer gave me a sheepish thumbs up before returning inside the helicopter.

“Thanks, guys…” I said without care for my sarcasm.

No point getting angry at them. They were content to just fly doughnuts around the cul de sac without any more extensions of help.

Fuck it! If I hesitated too long, I would get myself killed. That was the best lesson I was taking out of today's desperate battle. I dropped my arms back into a fast dive, hitting the pool with a painful slap in the face. Grace was still something I would have to work on, but the rush of cold water felt refreshing on my fur.

Hauling the case out with clothes clinging soaked against my curves was less encouraging. I could hear rapidly approaching snarls of the beasts all around me. I needed a place to hide, so flung my little present through the window of this house's upper floor before flying in after it. There was just enough furniture to blockade it behind me before the first trio of mutants arrived. I held my breath watching them through the cracks lick and sniff around the pool. They took a vested interest in my wet footsteps but seemed clueless at the trails sudden stop in the middle of the patio. Guess flying really did leave a difficult trail to follow.

Thankfully they dispersed when the helicopter made another pass around. No doubt they would try to find a way to bring down the easier to kill meals inside it. Hope those guys brought anti-tank guns because I had no idea how I would save them if that happened.

With the coast clear anyway, I turned my attention to flicking open the latches of the case. Inside all the military felt bequeathed to give me was another rifle. An air rifle of all things. I picked up the weapon in wonderment at how light and sturdy it looked. It had to have been custom-made since it did not look recognizable to any rifle I have come to know.

A gas cylinder canister could be loaded into the stock to provide propulsion. The scope fastened to the top I found switched between binocular, night vision, and infrared at the twitch of a dial. Underneath it was also provided over a dozen spare gas canisters and two dozen magazines. Each of the later contained what looked like tranq darts filled with some kind of glowing pink serum.

“Yannick, are you there!?”

I almost jumped so hard I flew through the ceiling. My fawning over such a bizarre new toy had caused me to entirely miss the hand radio until it crackled to life. More importantly, I grabbed right for the volume button before anything else outside could hear that squealing.

“Y-yeah, this is Yannick,” I said back. God my voice was still taking some getting used to. Almost every word came out so breathy. It sounded like I was trying to sing them. “What the hell is going on?”

“This is Sergeant Odegard, son, er, ma’am?” The man's voice was gruff and sounded experienced. Yet I could not help picking up confusion over certain pronouns. “And we were kind of hoping you could tell us. Command has been monitoring your live streams among others for the past several days. Your info on the layout and condition of the city has been invaluable in the relief efforts son...ma’am. But as you’ve probably guess we AND the MSB have taken a great interest in your last ten-hour broadcast.”

My blush could probably be heard through the radio. How many people could claim the president just watched them grow boobs? “Okay then. First note, Ma'am might be less confusing under the circumstances. Second, I’ll be happy to apologize for stealing MSB's superhero merchandise later. Third, I would love it if you explained why you gave me this pop gun.”

Static rippled and cracked for several seconds. For a moment I was worried the signal had been lost. When a voice came back, it was of a much younger woman’s.

“H-hello? Yannick? Hi! This is Dr. Iris with the MSB. When the boys here saw what was happening to you after taking the mutagen last night they got me rushed over here from the labs in Florida. Boy that was unpleasant let me tell y-oh, the general is glaring.”

I blinked a bit finding it hard to believe such a scatterbrained teenager voice could belong to a doctor.

“Okay, real fast; I'm not sure what you mean by ‘superhero.’ Project Belmont was one of many shipments we lost in the onset of ferals. It was in route to one Bethany Chambers.”

I blinked letting all vigor drain out of me. “The porn star?”

“Yes. She had signed a contract deal with some video game publishers to work with their upcoming MMORPG. Apparently, they wanted one of their iconic characters to be this vampire bat princess thing. Did you have any hallucinations of her, by chance? We refined it especially to try implanting slight personality quirks of the character onto her, well, you. We theorized it might cause some temporary side effects during the transformation.”

“You mean this mutagen was for some porn to get mocapped and come to some cons,” I grumbled, flatly.

“Well, and as an opportunity to test out some other augmentations. Brain modification to kinesthetic learning. The high-frequency sonic amplification. Self-targeted kinetic energy manipulation was a hard one, but we couldn’t figure out how to make her fly with those wings any other way. We had improved strength and stamina nailed down for a while, but given the situation, I’m happy we threw those in, too!”

I could not think of a dignified way to respond. I looked down at the enormous breasts wrapped in a wet tank top. Their nipples poked through my attempt at tapping them down, which was starting to rip. Her explanations made a depressing amount of sense regarding my abilities, including my suicidal adrenaline rush.

Someone on her side slammed a surface that made both Iris and me yelp. “Get to the point doctor!”

“I’m getting to that, meathead!” Iris yelled back. “The POINT is, Miss Yannick, all these millions in physical modifications for personal stunt work and design have inadvertently made you our most qualified resource for an experimental countermeasure against the DU’s knockoff products. That little ‘pop gun’ as you call it is our latest bionic achievement in air propulsion. Setting adjustors on the side allow you to adjust the force up to equality with a ballistic shell. Combined with your one-of-a-kind optic and brain analysis functions you should deliver hard punches to the thickest of mutant skin.”

“Kind of learned that through experience already, doc.” I was already checking out said control knobs on the gun while loading up a clip of those glowing pink darts. Being told I had transformed into a glorified porn star was depressing enough. Something about being referred to as a ‘resource’ by my so-called help was making the bloodthirsty pack outside very inviting. “So what experiment am I delivering to these freaks exactly?”

“Why...an antidote of course,” Iris said sounding like I should have already known this part of her plan. “This one is a bit different from the standard modifications our clients pay for. It’s highly potent and very sedative. One dart should be enough to down a mutant, with the reversal to their mutations occurring within minutes.

“...should?”

“I did mention this was an experimental weapon, correct? While we did run tests against mutagen samples acquired from Diagnostics Unlimited, we have not had an opportunity to field test against their active mutants.”

“Oh good, for a minute there I thought I didn’t have to worry.” I pulled back the chamber to the satisfying ka-chunk of a round loading in. There was little way of telling how the gas pressure settings worked, so I just left everything set dead middle of the gauge. “One last question; will this antidote work on me?”

There was a second of silence, from which I could tell Iris had not been expecting such an inquiry. “Excuse me?”

“If I jab a dart into my tit would I wake up myself again?”

“That’s… Why would you… Sixteen million in biological study washed down the-HEY!”

A loud static and some voices began talking at once. I could only assume someone had just yanked the radio from Iris because it was Odegard that spoke again.

“If your request for compensation is to be returned to human than consider it granted. However, agreeing to this means you accept our implication to draft you into the service of the United States National Guard and the Department of Homeland Security. As such, it will be at our discretion when your services are no longer required.”

“Fine!” I snorted at the radio, a bit glad I was not literally staring down military commanders. The jury was out on who would be more intimidating; them or the super busty batwoman. “I also want my parent's house restored and a solid million dollars to go to the other victims in my neighborhood.”

“More demands mean more favors asked from us, Miss Durandal. As long as you understand that, we will honor your requests.”

I snarled but could not offer any begrudging argument. Mostly because my ears perked up at catching the sounds of scraping across the ceiling. “I’ll have to agree with you on that, sir. Looks like my party crashers want me off the phone.”

“Confirmed. Godspeed, special agent Yanduray.”

Wow, I was really dealing with professionals if the best codename they could give me was my Youtube handle. At the very least they could have tried to give a catchy name based on the fact I was a freakin bat. With a swift kick, I released some frustration at my ironic luck on the furniture blockade. Bits of wooden dresser went sailing out the window with me flapping hard into the air right after.

My explosive entrance sparked the whole block to life. From the rooftop came an echoing howl of two mutants, soon joined in by many more from all around me. I gave two hard flaps to provide me with enough lift into the air before whirling to face the offenders that had been prowling above me. In a flurry, the rifle came around to bear on one mutant, and I pulled the trigger without the need of the scope. At this distance, it was cake to slam my first dart into its lower neck.

It immediately howled in pain before yanking the dart out with a swat of its claws. It and it’s buddy broke into a charge to try to leap at me, but I noticed my target falter. Before it even reached the ledge the mutant tripped over forelegs into a fall onto the grass twenty feet below, from which it did not stir again.

I dropped my gun onto its shoulder sling to pump both my arms. There was just enough flapping to give me altitude, so the second mutant undershot my feet by a wide margin. Gave me a lovely opening to stick a dart in the soft underside of its ass though. They were out cold before ever landing onto the pool’s diving board.

I did a stylized flip in mid-air to glide my way back onto the main street. Many of the mutants were still trying to traverse the war zone that had become my home. The pack had since increased to a good sixteen counting the two I had already downed. I had to admit this was starting to give me a bit of a rush. My spontaneous drafting into the military left me needing to blow some steam.

None of them seemed aware their prey could be soaring overhead with a clear sight on their unprotected backs. For the first time, something was hunting them.

The best part about having an air-fueled gun was how little noise it made. I took flight to pick them off one by one with only the flapping of my wings between shots to send a signal to my presence. The mutants still on the street were too busy watching their brethren get tangled in my lawn traps to notice an assault from thirty feet in the air. They would give a slight jerk before twisting to curiously spy the dart that had just struck them. By which point the serum caused them to fall over unconscious without ever comprehending what had happened.

My lucky shooting spree ending around the sixth target when I ended up shooting a mutant just as it moved towards another caught in my wire nets. Their pained yelps ended up drawing curious attention, especially after they fell unconscious into the same wire net.

The other trapped mutant noticed my shadow pass over and looked up. Its damning cry lasted just long enough to alert its friends before the dart I stuck in its neck could take effect. They quickly picked up the call, screaming at me through bloodshot soulless eyes.

I saw a few ways to reciprocate. Taking a deep breath that caused my chest to puff up, I ignored the snapping of boob tape to release my own animalistic shriek. The critical difference between us was that my voice had the pack falling over in the throes of agony. The very concrete around them cracked from my vibrations as they tried desperately to cover ears.

Three more shots relieved a few of their misery. One of the little punks was trying to rip off some sheet metal on my house to hurl back at me. I quickly took aim and spotted a sweet spot on his stomach to hit a dart. These things were not as fast acting as I would have liked. His throw, while clumsy, still hurtled the giant scrap piece in my general direction before he hit the dirt.

“Youcheatypieceof-GRRPHH!”

I ended up doing an ariel twirl for fear of breaking the gun, my only real means of stopping these things. Not that letting a giant piece of metal cut my ass was a much better option. It was only by some miracle I managed to crash onto the pavement without landing on my weapon. Somehow had a feeling if I were not mutated I would also lack my feet.

Thank god for the little favors, even if lady luck still refused to smile. Three members of the remaining pack were on me within seconds of recovering. Shooters may have been my bread and butter when it came to Let's Plays, but direct physical combat was about the opposite. I always preferred the stealthy options when it came to game mechanics.

They were not in the mood for that kind of game anymore. It was all I could do to dodge the first mutants leap in an attempt to tackle me. Unfortunately, it put me right into the path of another's raking claws. It tore my shirt and remaining chest tape in several places, leaving fresh blood to seep out of the gashes dug through my side. Letting loose a growl of pain, I brought the rifle around to repay him with a dart point blank into his back.

Ears swiveled back picking up the thumping gallops of two more mutants from behind. With a quick squat and a flap of one arm, I launched into a backflip narrowly feeling some teeth nip off the tip of my little tail. It probably would have looked really badass if I knew anything about executing backflips.

Instead, I landed on feet still unused to they way they grappled thumb-toes with the ground. Turns out falling flat on my shapely behind was what saved me from another slashing of claws from the mutant I had landed beside. He got a dart right in his left breast and a punch to the face for good measure.

Seeing the two that had charged me turn for another go, I puffed my chest out for another sonic screech. That proved to be a mistake as the lung force began to scratch up my esophagus. With my voice box breaking at its limit the sound came out highly vocal without any of the vibrating punch.

At least it proved a very convincing bluff. The mutants stopped dead in their tracks clearly reconsidering the one meal that had single-handedly downed all of their comrades. When I raised my gun to take aim, it spurned all three leftovers into a full-on retreat. I managed to down one while it climbed over a van, and another attempting to cut into another house.

Sadly, the third managed to get behind a fence enough to block my shot. My cuts were a bit too deep to strain going after him either. Nor was I eager to die from blood lose again. For some reason, my mind found a passing interest in the fact my blood was still red. I was half expecting some glowing variation of purple.

Lots of good news awaited me upon returning to Jacksons bent up truck for medical aid. The mutant was no longer stuck to it, due to its enlarged claws having fallen off. Hair was regrowing across its head, and I could literally see normal muscle and fat returning to its malnourished form. By the time I had gotten my fur cleaned up and bandaged, he was halfway back to resembling a middle-aged man again.

A new rush of invigoration came over me at this. That helped fight my fatigue to take a nap as I tried to get all the downed mutants into a more stable household. I could keep them much safer and comfortable during the transformation back if everyone were in one room. Do not want any raiders coming along and ruin my fantastic mood.

Once they were all resting on some form of a bed, I set back out to retrieve the radio. Once I gave Odegard confirmation of a successful experiment it was merely a matter of watching over the first people I ever saved until help arrived.

I could not help smiling the whole time I watched them all make the transition back to humanity. It was like watching a piece of my hometown coming back to life. Especially when I noticed the antidote seemed to have the same healing factors as the junk I took. What an incredible relief that was to find out I would not be responsible for taking off someone's arm.

After a short twenty minutes of waiting, everyone was starting to look a lot more civil again. Only minor skin blemishes remained of what was once bullet holes. Wish I could have said the same for my own injuries. Guess it was only the transformation itself that heals.

Still, nothing of extreme importance happened after that. Several military choppers came down on the street soon enough. The now mostly humans were carried out on stretchers for the medical attention they no doubt needed. Even cured I could tell most were suffering from mild malnutrition trying to survive like wild animals.

I got much less than the heroes welcome after such life-threatening chores. After my air rifle was relinquished at gunpoint, I was escorted onto a personal chopper. One that contained a triple layered titanium cage to accommodate my fragile female form. The soldiers expressed ample concern I would go feral and massacre them all.

After a rather intense physical and psychological evaluation back at base, I was eventually able to convince them my only real irritation was not being able to see my own feet. Not that the scientists seemed to sympathize much. I caught plenty of those so-called professionals at MSB checking me out once they gathered I was no threat.

Odegard turned out to not be such a bad person, at least. He was actually really short for such a booming voice. Once I signed a few documents to make our little agreement over the radio official, he made sure I was well taken care of. The cuts into my chest got stitched up, followed by a wonderfully refreshing hot shower and a decent cooked meal.

Too bad ten minutes after getting acquainted with my bed in the barracks some intern slapped a folder onto my boobs in their rush to complete rounds. Opening it up made my ears drop at realizing it was my first assignment as a member of Homeland Security.

***

"And that was pretty much what happened after I went batty," I concluded to my drastically increased stream audience.

Six months later and I was still getting bugged about the whole incident by some person late to pick up a newspaper. As if I would breach six Non-Disclosure Agreements and get sued into jail for their piece of mind.

MSB had not spurned an opportunity to blackmail me with theft charges of their mutagen if I had not agreed to them. Mainly since I was very keen on flushing one of their best-made products away for a return to mundane life. Good to see corporate business thrives even in an apocalyptic outbreak.

My channel could have really done without all the product endorsements and mo-cap sessions. Although it was kind of cool some likeness of me was going to be in a video game now, I was sure no one in the chat cared about my current playthrough of Monster Hunter. Anyone that was not here to harp on me for some kind of super military secret was probably waiting for me to jerk in a way that sent my tits jiggling in their sports bra.

Apparently, folks are into humanoid bats, among other animals. Let’s just say I highly regret googling my name to see the fan art.

"Seriously guys, that's pretty much it. All the sergeant had me do after that was the same 'go here, shoot mutants full of pink stuff' missions. Kinda cool to have my name appended by ‘special agent,’ but to be honest, once the calibration on the rifle got adjusted, it was mostly me sitting on top of a building playing target practice.”

I paused briefly to execute a really badass combo on the monster I was hunting. Wish I could swing a sword and shield half as good out on the job, but the bat was literally built for guns.

"Actually, I guess I should say enjoy my gorgeous self while you can. My contract with MSB is finally up. Barring some bullcrap excuse from a general to force my hand, I should be getting a visit from a cure any day now."

That got a major explosion of disapproving texts, and a few 'thank god's from my neigh sayers. I just stuck out my tongue a good foot to deliver an exaggerated raspberry. It was kind of cool to learn bats have tongues nearly twice the length of their bodies. One of the many unexpected traits I had discovered over the course of my adventures.

"Yeah, I know guys. I can't deny this has been a lot of fun, but seriously I only chose this over death. Now that the city is becoming livable again I just want to go back to being a basement dwelling nerd. MSB is already making more serums off the money I helped earn them, so soon you might have animal girls hotter than me to ogle over. Honestly, I love you guys for helping me feel like a hero when it was mostly dumb luck. But I'd rather bow out into obscurity before celebrity status gets too far. It's really not the lifestyle for me."

A harsh rapping at the door made my ears jump almost as high as the rest of me did. I promptly killed the game without bothering to save anything.

"Speak of the devil, that might be my humanity knocking now. Hope I don't lose too many of you wonderful people with the cleavage. Peace!"

I powered down the rig, nearly throwing my headphones to the ground in my rush to get upstairs. With the near total curing of all mutants, I had since removed the plating blocking my house doors but still had to make a process of sliding off bolts. Any mutants left in the city had gone either underground or hiding in very obscure places to await better hunting opportunities. Just enough leeway to have precautions be taken but not enough of a threat to still warrant having a sniper bat on a fat government salary.

I opened the door to two very somber looking men in black suits and sunglasses. Yeah, the kind right out of that alien movie. Except one was so white, he might have been born bleached, while the other was of thick Spanish descent. Not the exact kind of company I was expecting but still I had my hopes high.

"Hello, Miss Durandal," said the white man. His tone was eerily cheerful for keeping such a flat expression. "I'm Agent Black, and my partner is Agent Black."

I blinked slowly, glancing between them. "But..."

"Yes, we know," chimed in the Spanish Black. "Are you having a good day?"

My tongue clicked off the roof of my mouth as I glanced them over again. Ignoring the question I looked down through suspicious narrowed eyes. "I don't see a case holding my potential humanity in it."

It was the white guy that chuckled. Almost like they practiced it, both Blacks reached into their coat pocket to flash their IDs at me. The mere sight of a government insignia blaring the letters FBI was enough to shut me up.

"I apologize, we asked them to delay your treatment for another day. May we come inside?"

My chest was heaving labored pants so hard the sports bra began to hurt. "How did I know one of you assholes out there would pull some shitty..."

"We're here to make you an offer, Miss Durandal." The Spanish agent cut me off. Neither seemed the least phased by my rising anger. "As part of your service in the National Guard you are obligated to hear such proposals under penalty of fines and possible imprisonment. However, you are not required to accept them."

"Fine!" It took me three tries to growl the word out in a coherent manner. Stepping aside, the men were at least polite enough to wait for me to gesture they could enter before doing so. "But I swear if you bring up my friends and family..."

"We're not here to threaten you either," said the white agent. "Just hear what we have to say, and we'll leave regardless of your answer."

"Hmmph!" I shut the door before turning to lean on it. With wings folded under my big bust, I glared each man down in a manner months of commercial acting had helped me achieve. "Start talking then."

"We represent one of those unique branches of special services most people do not hear about," continued white agent. "Think of us as talent scouts. It's not uncommon for people who perform exceptionally well in base branches of the military to be offered promotions to more exotic lines of work."

"I fail to see how breaking a walnut with my butt makes me exceptional, unless we're going for the really kinky kind of exotic work."

I was a bit sad my attempt at sarcastic wit did not get a reaction from either of them.

Spanish agent cleared his throat. "That being said, what Dr. Iris told you about project Belmont was not entirely accurate."

That got my eyebrow raised. "In what regard?"

"While it was generally manufactured as a marketing strategy for MSB to increase their stock, their primary funding for the project was through the federal bureaucracy and not video game publishers. To sum it up, as you so aptly guessed in your videos, we are in the process of establishing a special unit of superpowered humans."

I was finding it very hard to hold back a grin. "Hah! I freaken called it!"

"Mutagen has become more than a simple cosmetic commodity," said agent white. "I'm sure this recent crisis goes without saying. Diagnostics Unlimited will probably not survive all the lawsuits for such negligent handling of quality control. But the damage has been done. There are gallons of product not accounted for in their records. And with the rapid understanding of how it's manufactured, it'll become increasingly easy for the wrong kind of people to get a hold of mutagen near close to your own. Terrorist cells, for example, can do a lot of damage with just one frenzied wolf mutant in a crowded place."

I took a deep breath, holding it for a second and letting it out. "I don't like where this is going."

Both agents nodded in apparent understanding, with Spanish agent speaking again. "We would like to invite you to be the first recruit into this cell of superheroes. Your combat experience and neigh unrivaled sniper capabilities would not only be extremely beneficial for covert operations, but your contributions to this city have already established you as a popular hero across the nation. Such a notable mutant publicly supporting the project would help ease the tension of several backers who are still on the fence about how dangerous such measures can be."

"I DON'T WANT TO BE A HERO!"

I had not intended to shout, but the crushing dread, that feeling of having your life balanced on a wire fighting down monsters, it was just too much. It was a lot more fun watching police girls shoot down monsters point blank in video games than it was actually in her place. All my memories ever came back to was the feeling of my life draining away. The crushing cold grasping my limbs after the blood drained from them.

Neither men reacted beyond taking a cautious step back from me. After a few seconds of seeing if I would elaborate on such an outburst, they gave a curt nod to each other. The Spanish agent dug into his coat again to pull out an envelope.

"We thank you for your time then, Miss Durandal." He handed the bundle to me, which I took when it was obvious he would not back down. "Please reconsider your options before going through with such a sudden decision. You may not think it, but you were a hero before the mutagen. Those live streams were tuned in by many in the city, watching and listening for what areas were safe and where they might find much-needed help. The cure was a rousing success with your aid, sparring hundreds if not thousands of casualties. We face an uncertain future where mutants as strong as you, or even stronger, could threaten the world. Think about how much good we can do to curb those disasters before they happen."

I opened the front door again, stepping aside for a clear path. "Get the fuck out."

"Thank you for your time," parroted the white agent. "The numbers for our office and MSB are in there. They are standing by to hear from you about the cure, but feel free to call us if you reconsider."

They left without another word, and I was quick to slam the door behind them. Damn it all, I needed to sit down with a drink. Once I got the bolt back in place, I hobbled my way over to the kitchen. I had no idea how tense things had been until now. Since they were gone, all five of my limbs would not stop shaking.

Tossing the envelope onto the table, I fixed myself a cup of tea before sitting down. Staring at the steaming hot water suddenly made me realize how not thirsty I was.

I knew those bastards would try something to keep me like this. It's not like I disliked being a batwoman. Such an amazingly curvy body had its perks. Despite the giant globs of flesh on my chest, I was more fit than anyone I went to high school with. Not to mention people were really starting to get a kick out of my new series of playing through games with my dexterous feet. Even my parents sent me phone calls and letters saying how proud they were and excited to catch up with me again.

But were they really okay with having a furry rodent monster for a daughter? The question that's been haunting me ever since waking up like this was if this would be my whole life. Living day to day with monsters and gangsters trying to blow my fat ass away. Feeling that constant dread of death looming overhead did not sound appealing. I had already done their delivery work for half a year. I above all else did not need a 'greater good' bullcrap speech. I am now a damn expert on such matters. It is easy to tell someone else to give up on being Yannick. They are not the ones that have to worry if there is any Yannick left behind this adorable little muzzle.

The sudden shatter of porcelain jutted me out of my thoughts. I was not even aware I had thrown my teacup out of anger until I spotted the shards inside a pool of cold tea across the room. A low rumble emanated from my throat as I picked up the envelope to slice it open with a claw. Two business cards fell out onto my stack of newspapers as promised. One was all fancy with cartoonish designs to advertise MSB, the other just had a number and 'Black' written on it. Hell if I cared which one it belonged to.

As I started to reach for my desired card the big lettered headlines of papers began to catch my attention. My hand remained almost frozen in place while reading them.

YANDURAY SAVES FAMILY FROM MUTANT PACK!

POLICE CELEBRATE RESTORATION OF ORDER.

SCHOOLS REOPEN IN GARDEN DISTRICT.

MUTANT THREAT CLEARED AS HOMES ARE RESTORED.

FESTIVALS TAKE TO STREETS CELEBRATING END OF CRISIS.

I gulped hard as my hand moved past the cards to turn from one headline to the next. Some were about me, others mentioned me, did not matter really since the meaning behind it was clear. I had helped people. Directly or not, the city was coming back to life. Families were being reunited and getting the relief needed after looters stole it all. Mutants that might have been gunned down in cold blood were going back to healthy lives.

Eventually, I had to stop reading. It was hard to make out the letters through the tears in my eyes. Damn it, even fate was trying to make my decision hard as hell. After wiping my eyes, they fell back to the two cards. It really is amazing how everything in life can be affected by one simple phone call.

I took one more deep breath before snatching up the one I needed. Surprisingly I got up without hesitation and strode towards the kitchen where my cell phone was charging.

Come what may, I was done second-guessing life.

End.