Indomitable

Introduction

Peace doesn't last forever.

You can erect the strongest walls; build the most elaborate defense weapons; but eventually, a stronger force will show you just how fragile you really are.

That was a painful lesson delivered onto us the moment our walls were blown to pieces.

It only took minutes for our peaceful little town to become a loud, bloody, laser-covered battle waged by the furred oppressors that have long wanted to take us down.

They executed our women mercilessly; with prejudice, even. At times, I could only stand idly by as one of my sisters was giddily stomped to death by an over-sized anthropomorphic Hyena.

The kicker? She had a pistol. She could have humanely brought an end to the human she was viciously stomping into paste.

My grandfather had always told me that the furred oppressors loathed our women, but I didn't know it was that severe.

My sister in spirit. Now nothing more than a play-thing for the foot pads of a very angry female with the most ridiculous proportions I'd ever seen. She was easily much taller than me, and I was six feet tall; yet I was like a midget compared to the nine foot behemoth. But, height aside, even with the black polymer armor on her chest, I could tell that each of her large boobs could easily eclipse my head.

The rest of her was covered by baggy, navy colored clothing, so I couldn't tell you what was underneath with fine detail. But, even so, her ridiculous curvature had nowhere to hide.

Every invader on the battlefield matched her in all but species and fur pattern. It was like some kind of sick joke played onto us by a very horny god.

And just when the anthropomorphic she-devil was done with my sister, her brown predatory marbles locked onto me.

Never in my life had I felt an emotional 'oh shit' until just now; a wave of overwhelming anxiety from my stomach that triggered my desire to run.

But however fast I was, she was faster.

Much faster.

It didn't take long for her to corner me in what used to be the general store; now nothing more than broken windows, and the corpses of my brothers and sisters scattered like grotesque party favors that she so casually stepped over

"There's nowhere for you to run, male." She was so sure of herself; even leaving herself defenseless with her arms raised to her side like she was an empress. "Just surrender. You're only delaying the inevitable."

But even in my dire circumstances, my body urged me to resist with every beat from my freedom-seeking heart. Gripping a loose piece of splintered wood, I let her know exactly what I was feeling. "Go fuck yourself!"

I chucked my makeshift weapon at the beast, but it was no good. Not only did she catch it, but she'd even crushed it with one of her massive hands.

All without taking her eyes off me as the splintered remains slowly gave to gravity.

All without halting her slow and confident advance.

She now towered my front; the wall at my back preventing further retreat. And sliding past her side was no good when her large arms could hook me in with ease. "Well, I can't say that wasn't adorable, but my patience runs thin." She runs one of her sharp claws under my chin, but I wasn't having any of it. Unfortunately, the slap meant to force her hand away was pinned to the wall as well. "You have the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen in a human. So shiny; so sharp; so angry." A disgusting cackle escaped her black-lipped maw. "I wonder what'll shatter first. Your pelvis, or the defiance in your eyes."

A short-lived dream.

In an instant, the fur between my captor's head was given a new bloody stamp by a loud zooming sound behind her.

Seeing the corpse drop was akin to seeing the curtains open.

Who was behind curtain number bitch?

It was...

...another anthro?

A tiger. Just as proportionate as the Hyena that was now dead at my feet. The only difference was that, unlike the Hyena's sick masochistic tendencies, this tiger reeked of lament.

Her firearm clicked against the ground; and not soon after, her now defenseless hands drooped down in disbelief. "...what have I done?"

Her voice was surprisingly light for such a beast. If he were on the phone with her, he wouldn't even be able to tell she was an anthro.

A sharp contrast from the deep gravelly yells of the now dead Hyena.

"Uh..." Slowly, I step away from my dead oppressor. "...thank you, but...why did you do that?"

"I-I don't know..." She stared at the pink hand pads on her palms. "This- this- this wasn't what I signed up for! I was told that we were breaking you free from your females! Horrible females! But I could see now that it was a lie! Your females aren't abusive monsters! We're the monsters!"

"Hey-"

"Oh god!" She dropped to her knees, and covered her nauseated maw with her large orange hands. "When they find out about this, they're gonna kill me! I don't wanna die!"

All my life, I'd been told that the furred oppressors were not to be trusted.

That they were cold-hearted monsters with no sense of empathy.

But, as I slowly approached the large creature, the wounded look in her gentle amber eyes just made the aforementioned rumors seem implausible.

"Well, maybe you don't have to."

Her tear-covered eyes, once hooked to the ground, snapped up at me. She remained silent as I continued.

"It's a long-shot, but if we can sneak our way out of here, we can seek refuge in a sister base not too far away."

She shook her large furred head. "Your people would never accept someone like me! I may as well go back to the state with my limbs tied up!"

"They won't." I placed a confident hand on her large shoulder. She was strong; I could feel her muscle through the clothing. "Not if you're with me." I could see by the confused look in her eyes that I needed to elaborate further. "My name is James Carter, but you can call me Jimmy. I am the son of this fort's leader."

"Jimmy Carter..." She wiped one of her eyes. "...like one of your leaders from the olden times..."

"Yes. Like one of the leaders from the olden times." With a pat to her strong shoulder, my hand slides off of her, and extends itself out towards one of her massive claws. "Now get up. We have freedom to reach."