WARNING: The following story is made for fans of natural body magic/ modular body magic/ detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.

SECOND WARNING: The following story is a furry story written as part of a collaboration with Airship-King. If that ain't your bag, skip this.

If you haven't read scene 1 or scene 2, you may want to before you read this. Otherwise a lot of it won't make sense

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Scene 3: Boss Rush

PAIN!

Warm copper filled the tiger's mouth. Her boobs, belly, and chin hurt, her tongue was swollen and bleeding, and her body was restrained. She pressed her chin to the floor, feeling compact ground and a heavy coating of light dust, like the inside of a cave or a poorly cleaned room. She took a deep breath.

She'd been tied up, carried, thrown to the ground, and bit her tongue. She swallowed the mouthful of blood and opened her eyes.

Hooves. Thick, furry ankles. Powerful legs bent back like a wildling. Loin cloth with no underwear beneath. Giant horned belt buckle. Abs you could break cinder blocks over. Pecs you could lose your head between, especially with the thick black tuft of fur between them. Shoulders like a mountain range with massive spiked pauldrons and massive arms to match. The face of a bull, with fiery red eyes and huge horns with spear heads fixed over their tips.

"I take it you're not the boss' secretary." Nabo said, meeting his gaze with some strain.

"Quick on the uptick." He said, booming voice echoing through the cave. "Name's Elias, but most folks just call me Elias the Brute." He reclined further into a throne made of treasure, crates, and assorted riches. "You took out two of my guys. Spooked a third so bad he up and deserted." His eyes narrowed, the sound of creaking wood and stressed metal intensifying as he clutched the fistfuls of booty acting as arm rests. "You know how many guys have run off on me? None. Not a one, before you."

"What else can you expect from such poor minions?" Nabo asked, smirking as Elias ground his teeth.

"Suppose." He humorlessly chuckled. "But let's say I wanted hires of higher quality. How'd I do that? Offer bigger cuts of my loot?" He greedily gripped at the mountain of treasure he sat atop. "No, that's not happening. So what else? Get into politics? Rally the disafranch... disefar... poor?" He scratched his chin in thought, then shook his head. "No, too much thinking. I don't do speeches, I don't do ideologies, I kill people." He leaned forward, his shadow falling over Nabo. "I kill people like you. Legendary Warriors. Fighters. Heroes. Oh yeah, when Li Alleystab or Lee Sneakthief hears that I killed THE Nabo, you better believe they'll come from far and wide to eat outta my hand."

"A lot of talking for one who doesn't do speeches." Nabo said, rolling her eyes. "Very well, if you wish to fight with a Legendary PRODIGY, go ahead and cut me loose. Let's add you to the history books."

"Fight you?" Elias chuckled, his lackeys joining in. "Do I look like an idiot? Ginger's just gonna blow your brains out."

Nabo's ears twitched at the sound of a mechanical click. "What, just like that? Anyone can shoot a hero in the back of the head. You won't be earning your club any new members with such cowardice."

"I'm still gonna SAY we fought, and that I killed you dead." Elias said, twisting his shoulder to show off a tapestry of scars. "You take as many back stabs as me, you learn to appreciate the craft."

Elias nodded, Ginger snickered, "So long, partner!"

CLICK.

CLATTER. SPLAT.

Ginger looked at her wrist, at the empty stump where her left hand had been. She looked at the ground, where her hand was dumbly opening and closing around nothing, her pistol in a dozen pieces along with its ammo. Ginger yelped, jumped back, hit the ground, and when she tried to scramble to her feet she saw why she couldn't. Her legs, her entire lower half in fact, was now blindly stumbling around, her holster, belt, and jean shorts fluttering away like confetti to show off her bigger, pinker cheeks.

"I confess, I impressed myself with this." Nabo teased, launching herself from prone to jumping as high as the cave permit, kicking her legs out and sending the ropes restraining her lower body cascading down ahead of her landing. Her single fanged sneer lit up the cave, audacity and bewilderment her enemies long enough to let her brag. "I awoke hours ago on your shoulder, Ginger. While you and Cock discussed what you intended to do with my body once Elias was done with it, I used my toe claws to slice my bindings, your accessories, and your waistline." Nabo's arms wriggled at her sides. "I would've cut my arms loose, but thought if I moved too much you might notice."

"KILL HER!" Elias roared, pointing at Nabo and staring at Cock.

Cock's cock flinched fearfully as he stared down the so-called 'merciful' assassin, but when she glanced at his glans and guffawed, Cock realized that this was more than a fight. It was a test of his manhood, and Cock would never back down from such a test! With a roar and a few double-fisted whacks, Cock's cock stood at full mast, like a big black baton sticking out of his pelvis. "You've got kung-fu, but you've never messed with a master of Cock-Fu!" He bellowed, leaping at Nabo with a razor-toed flying kick and a meat spear poised to gouge out her eye.

"Can't say I have." Nabo said, dropping into a splits and allowing his fat balls to tauntingly graze her nose as he overshot. Cock spun around, his hard cock slicing through the air and nicking her throat with a small spray of fur and a few drops of blood. Nabo was genuinely thrown off by the efficacy of the attack, and when Cock reeled back to punt Nabo's head off like a football, he almost had her. Until she fell flat on her back and allowed the rooster's momentum to throw him off his foot and onto his own back. Looking down his body and cross eyed past his cock, Cock saw Nabo return his gaze with a suggestive wink. Cock scrambled up with a furious scream even as Nabo rolled on the floor laughing. He brought up an armored boot to stomp the smug tiger into the dirt, only to expose himself to a devastating dick kick. Cock doubled over, watching in bug eyed horror as his pride flew off balls and all, landing upright and still erect a yard away.

"It's an interesting style, but ultimately unimpressive." Nabo said, sticking a foot out. Ginger's blindly stumbling legs tripped over Nabo's shin and dropped like a chopped tree right onto Cock's cock, impaling herself with such force that the organ bulged out the cut surface over her hips. Cock collapsed in pain and pleasure, the crushing weight of Ginger's fat ass dropping right onto his balls knocking the wind out of him and her thicc thighs proceeding to squat and start mindlessly riding his cock leaving him unable to catch his breath. He wheezed and coughed, squirming on the ground as Ginger's hips showed no signs of stopping this rodeo.

"An enjoyable appetizer." Nabo said, turning to Elias the Brute. Standing on one leg, she twisted the other behind her and down her back, slicing the through the remaining ropes and freeing her arms at last. "But I'm ready for the main course, a steak and eggs breakfast of champions."

Elias leapt from his throne in an instant, and the cave floor caved in beneath his clasped fists, kicking up the thick dust to form an equally thick smoke screen. The bull inspected his hands, and much to his dismay he saw no feline blood not skull fragments smeared across them. A flash of green against the gray caught his eye, and in an instant five glowing claws split the dust cloud, pawing at his chest. Elias leapt back, his heavy hooves grinding against the stone as he slid to a stop.

"Huh. For a big guy, you're quick on your feet. Or, hooves, rather." A voice taunted from the haze.

"For a hero, you're a little bitch! Show yourself!" Elias roared, spit flying from his lips as his hooves bounced in angry anticipation.

"Tut tut. Language? You truly are a brute, Elias." The tiger teased, now from a new direction.

Instead of getting into a verbal spar, Elias simply bounded into the ashen haze, taking a wild swing and catching nothing but air. A whistle to his right had Elias launch himself with a Superman Punch right into a stalagmite, the sedimentary stone pulverized by his unyielding flesh and only adding to the thick dust cloud. A tap on his left shoulder, Elias turned with a clothesline punch that caught wind. "I SAID GET OUT HERE!"

"B-boss? I-" Elias spun and decked the source of the noise, realizing an instant too late that the castrated Cock had managed to scrape himself off the floor and stagger over to his leader's side. The rooster cut a rooster shaped hole in the dust cloud, flying straight back and dropping like a stone as fragments of beak and blood trailed in his wake.

Elias took a deep breath, deeper still, and gave an earth shaking bellow. Stalactites fell like deadly spears, and the clouds of dust were driven away as he huffed and puffed and blew them away. When he'd finished screaming, the all but glowing red bull was face to face with his new arch-nemesis, the Legendary Prodigy Nabo.

She uncovered her ears and opened her eyes. "Between you and your minion, I can't tell who has the better pipes." Nabo said, dusting herself off. "Now then, if your tantrum is about done, we can-"

Nabo jumped aside as spear tipped horns attempted to gore her. Turning on a dime, Elias unleashed a flurry of punches, headbutts, and even some steel hoofed kicks as he swore up a storm. "FUCK PUSSY BITCH SLUT FUCKER MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKING SON OF A BITCH WHORE CUNT PISSING SHITTING SHIT TAINT LICKING ASS FUCKING CUNT FUCKING CUNT FUCKING CUNT FUCKING-"

"Heard you the first time." Nabo chimed in, interrupting with passive aggressive words and an active aggressive grab of the horns, which she leveraged into a devastating knee to the chin. With a noise like a cracked egg, Elias' scalp exploded, his brain shot clean through it and sailing into the air. Swinging off the bull's horns up and over his back, Nabo caught the dislodged mind mid-flight and tucked it to her firm abs as she landed in a roll and sprang back up.

Elias felt lightheaded. He grabbed his temples, his fingers wrapping over and into the exposed and emptied insides of his head. He let out a horrified whelp, feeling around his head and feeling jagged but bloodless edges of skull and skin. He turned, bewildered, and saw Nabo studying the folds of his brain like a palm reader would a hand. "Such a filthy mind, no wonder you've got such a potty mouth." She observed, tossing it up a few times with one hand.

Elias felt each throw, each catch, his whole body shuddering at even these light impacts. In a panic, he took a swipe at his brain, too dizzy to catch it as Nabo tossed it up and began bouncing it off her knees. The big bully bull pathetically swatted and lunged for his own brain, stumbling and falling as each knock sent spasms through parts of his body. A leg giving out here, neck jerking to one side there, he cupped his loin cloth and shook as a spontaneous orgasm rocked him after a particularly rude hit. Nabo seemed to know his mind inside and out, knowing exactly where to hit to elicit what responses. She was in full control, the mighty bull boss left stumbling and incoherently babbling with his tongue hanging dumbly out of his mouth as his brain was pummeled to a pulp. Eventually, as if bored already, she switched from her knees to using other parts; her elbows, her chest, her head, her tail, and even her butt came into play as an ultimate show of disrespect.

Elias fell to his hands and knees, panting and dull eyed. He looked up, right as Nabo caught his brain on the ends of her toes and held it out for him with one foot, balancing deftly on the other. "I'm starting to get second hand embarrassment." Nabo teased, raising the brain out of reach as Elias limply grabbed at it. "Do you really insist on dragging this out, or are you about ready to throw in the towel?"

Elias lunged at her, the bull's speed impressive even if he put no thought into his flailing attack. Nabo popped his brain up into the air and ducked low, dodging under his brutish swing and getting her claws out to chop his brain to ribbons.

Something caught on her ankle. She fell and dropped to her knees. A moment later, a brain flopped onto the dusty cave floor before her, filthy and maybe a little bruised but still in one piece. Nabo turned and saw Ginger's one handed upper half clutching her ankle, sweat pouring down her face as her better half continued to milk Cock dry. "N-not so fast, p-pussycat!" She wheezed, feeling every pump of her hips on the over sized dick but unable to stop her rouge half.

What felt like a hydraulic clamp seized Nabo's throat, and another monstrously powerful force took hold of her scalp. Nabo felt an indescribable pain as the clamps wrenched in opposite directions, her ears filled with the sounds of shattering bone and tearing muscles. But, there wasn't a scream to be heard. She was trying, her mouth hanging open and her throat burning to cry out, but she heard nothing but the stomping of hooves and a meaty thud on the cave floor.

Nabo was spun around, suspended by her long feathered ponytail, and spent the last few seconds of her life watching her headless body writhe and squirm on the floor of the cave, spraying blood everywhere as it violently contorted. A drop splattered against her pupil, her eye fluttering on instinct to bat it away. It wouldn't clear away. If anything, the world was only getting blurrier. darker. colder... quieter...