The storm howled like a pack of starved wolves, its electric purple gas clawing at the sky as the circle tightened around the crumbling two-story house they were in. Fennix glanced out a window, his massive orange tail swishing, alert, the tip twitching with every distant gunshot. His glowing amber eyes darted between the window and the pile of supplies they'd scavenged a couple of medkits, a green AR, and a purple epic grade bolt-action sniper. The rifle was heavy in his paws, its polished scope glinting under the dim light filtering through the cracked ceiling. He wasn't sure if he was more nervous about the storm closing in or the fact that Meow Skulls was currently perched on the windowsill like some kind of unhinged feline statue, her tail flicking lazily as she stared out into the swirling chaos.
Meow Skulls was the kind of cat who made laziness look like an art form. Was never on edge. Her grey, brown and white fur was a mess, her black beanie askew, and her ripped hoodie sleeves flapped open. The fishbone chain around her left leg jingled every time she shifted, which was often, because she couldn't seem to sit still too long.
Her yellow eyes gleamed with the kind of mischievous amusement that made Fennix's ears flatten against his skull. And now she was giggling at nothing in particular, her voice a purr.
"Yo, Fenny-boy," she drawled, not even looking at him as she exhaled a slow stream of smoke that curled toward the ceiling. "You ever just look at the storm and think, 'Damn, that's kinda beautiful?"
Fennix's ears twitched. "I, uh… I guess?" he mumbled, his voice barely rising above the creak of the house settling. "It's kinda… But we're definitely gonna have to move soon."
Meow Skulls finally turned her head toward him, her smirk stretching wider. "Scaredy-fox." She giggled, and the sound was like wind chimes in a hurricane. "Relax your tail, dude. We got, like, a few minutes before the storm nips our butts. Plenty of time"
Fennix's tail did the opposite of relaxing. "We should probably plan our next move, though. I saw a duo lurking near the river earlier, I think it was Captain America and-"
"Pffft. Next move?" Meow Skulls cut him off with a scoff, swinging her legs over the edge of the sill. The wood groaned under her weight, but she didn't seem to notice. Or care. "Dude, the only move is the no move we won't be doing. We wait, we chill, we let the storm do the work"
Fennix's paw twitched around the sniper rifle, what did she just say?! "But what if they find us before the storm finds them?"
Meow Skulls rolled her big eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't fall out of her skull. "Then we shoot 'em. Boom. Problem solved." She said as if it was that easy, she suddenly reached out and plucked the rifle from his grip with a speed that made Fennix's eyes widen. "Ooooh, This baby's got range right?"
Fennix's heart pounded as he watched her spin the rifle in her paws like it was a toy. "Hey, careful with that! I only have 7 bullets left!"
Meow Skulls flicked an ear. "Chill, furball. I know how to handle a long barrel." She winked, and Fennix's face burned. He quickly looked away, his gaze landing on anything but her peeling wallpaper, the dust motes floating in the air, the now very interesting crack in the floor.
Meow Skulls didn't miss his flustered expression. She grinned, her fangs glinting. "Aww, look at you, all blushy and tucked in. You're like a little orange cinnamon roll." She placed the rifle by the window and stretched her arms high, her hoodie riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of her stomach. "Y'know, Fenny, you're way too tense. Storm's closing, we're safe for now… im thinking we should unwind a little."
Fennix swallowed hard. "Uh. Unwind?"
"Yeah, ya know." She sauntered toward him, her bare paws silent on the creaky floorboards. "Loosen up. Have some fun."
Fennix's tail puffed up slightly. "F-fun?"
Meow Skulls stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could smell the faint musk of her fur and the earthy scent of whatever she'd been smoking. "Mhm. Like…" She tapped a claw against her chin, feigning deep thought. "How 'bout a game?"
"A-a game?" He parroted, for the third time.
"Yeah! Here's how it works." She grabbed the hem of her already loose pants and, before Fennix could even process what was happening, yanked them down to her knees. The fishbone chain clinked against the floor as the fabric pooled around her ankles.
Fennix's fox brain short-circuited.
His eyes went wide, his ears flat, his tail freezing mid-twitch. He knew he should look away. He knew it. But his gaze was locked onto the sight before him, Meow Skulls, bare from the waist down, her orange-furred thighs framed by the dim light, her tail flicking lazily as if this were the most normal thing in the world. And then, as if the universe itself had decided to test his sanity, she turned around, pressed her paws against the window, and wiggled her hips at him.
"C'mon, Fenny," she purred, glancing back at him with a smirk that could melt steel. "Scope out the baddies. While you knot me."
Fennix's entire body locked up. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. No words came out. Just a high-pitched, choked noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a dying carburetor.
Meow Skulls giggled, her tail swishing. "Oh, now you're speechless? That's a first."
Fennix's brain finished rebooting in the worst possible way. The sight of Meow Skulls bent over the windowsill pants around her ankles, fishbone chain clinking, bare ass and tail presented like she was daring the storm itself. His cock was already straining painfully against his tactical pants, the knot at the base already starting to swell at the mere idea.
"Fennnnnny?" she teased sing songingly, voice dripping with amusement. "You gonna stand there or-oh!"
He didn't stand there. For once he did something bold.
In one clumsy, frantic motion he shoved his pants down just far enough, stepped between her spread legs, and grabbed her hips. His cock already slid between her thighs, catching for one agonizing second before he pushed inside in a single desperate thrust.
Meow Skulls yowled, a sharp, delighted sound that cut through the howling wind. She was hot, tight, already dripping, and she pushed back against him immediately, tail curling around his waist like it had a mind of its own.
"Holy s***, fox. I knew you had it in you~" She purred out, if Fennix wasn't ball as deep in her he probably would have chuckled at the censorship the world forced.
Fennix's ears were pinned flat. Every rational thought (the storm, the squad, survival) vanished. All that existed was the wet slap of his hips against her ass, the way her insides squeezed around his cock, the little breathy "F*** yes" noises she made every time he thrust forward.
He reached around blindly, grabbed the sniper rifle with one shaking paw, and dragged it to his shoulder. The scope was already raised. Through the cracked glass he could just make out movement, two figures creeping along the riverbank, one of them hada golden head glow. "Victory Crown" The Fox mumbled in between deep breaths and thrusts
Meow Skulls moaned and shoved back harder, Her claws making small marks in the wood. "That's it, Fenny shoot 'em while you fuck me."
His knot was swelling fast now, catching on every thrust, forcing him to push and pull harder. She let out a pleasured murrr Every time the knot caught. The rifle scope bounced with every punishing snap of his hips, he adjusted his aim trying to compensate for the thrusting and bullet drop.
He could feel it, his orgasm coiling tight, the knot locking, her walls squeezing like she was trying to milk him on purpose. The trio was moving into a perfect line. One of them turned, raising a weapon.
Fennix's breath hitched. His paws shook. The rifle steadied for one perfect second.
Right as his knot fully swelled and locked inside the feline, right as the first thick, hot pulse of cum started pumping deep into Meow Skulls womb he pulled the trigger as he let out a growl.
CRACK!
The headshot was instant. Master Chief dropped like a sack of bricks, The armor did nothing to stop the bullet in this world as he immediately starting to crawl and roll away. The other who he assumed was Gojo scattered in panic, immediately sprinting behind a tree.
Meow Skulls came with a ragged, laughing moan, her whole body clamping down around his knot as he kept pumping, pulse after pulse, filling her while the knocked feed flashed across his vision. Her tail thrashed, her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him like she wanted to take every drop. He couldn't help but lean forward against her
"Fuuuuck, Fenny! Mm, a headshot and a knot at the same time? You're filthy" Her feline tail lashed then teasingly ran up and down his chin.
Fennix could only whine, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, hips still twitching helplessly as he emptied every last bit inside her. His hud lit up with the elimination notification.
Somewhere close, the circle started closing.
But for now, locked and knotted together, panting, with cum leaking down her thighs and a fresh elim on the board, neither of them moved.
Meow Skulls reached back, lazily scratched behind his ear, and purred:
"…Round two? Quickie?"
Fennix's knot gave a weak throb in answer, he let out a huff of amusement against her
The storm howled on. But the Fox knew the truth, they didn't have enough time for a round two. He also knew that wouldn't stop Meow Skulls.
"Um, you know what. I wouldn't mind that." He sighed with a small smile. "You're going to be the death of me... I wouldn't have it any other way."
While waiting for his knot to soften a purple hue came through the house and both of them started to take damage, the foxes ears went down as he realized the storm finally caught up with them.
"Well F***"