Risky Business - Chapter 1

	A scream rings out across the scorching hot sands of a vast desert.  A scream lucky enough to be heard by a girl who happened to be in the same barrier at the time.  Upon hearing the cries, she breaks into a run, kicking up sand as she goes.  Her strides open up and pace quickens as she zooms towards the source.

	Up ahead, a cloud of dust rises above the top of a large dune obscuring the view of the scene behind it.  The nearer she gets, the louder and clearer the screams become.  At first ragged and pained, they soon give way to more pleasurable gasps and moans.  There isn't much time to lose.  Darting up the large dune effortlessly and still gaining speed, the girl leaps right off the crest into the air ready to strike.

	Down in the valley between two sand dunes, a helpless girl is attacked by a sand worm the length and width of a tractor trailer.  She's pinned down by tendrils emanating from around the worm's head.  The lower half of her body has been completely stripped of clothing, instead covered by several tentacle-like tongues that are in the midst of ravaging her nether regions.

	Each thrust wears away at her ability to struggle.  She's reduced from beating away the worm's face tendrils, to fighting back pleasured moans.  She bites her lips and kicks futilely at the tongues that have her bound.  Suddenly, her head jerks backward and her back arches, thrusting her chest in the air as she lets out a cry of ecstasy.  She shakes uncontrollably as bolts of pleasure shoot up from her groin and spread out through the rest of her body.

	Before she can catch her breath and recover, the worm redoubles its efforts pushing her over the edge again.  The tremors running through her body make her voice tremble as well.  Her back gives out and she lies flat, the will to fight back all but drained from her.

	Zipping down the dune and fast approaching the worm's flank, her savior makes a surprise entrance.  With super human speed, she slams her right fist straight into the  side delivering a crushing blow accompanied by a loud, but dull thump that sends the giant sand worm hurtling into the neighboring dune.

	The now freed girl sits up to get a good look at her rescuer.  Poised to fight and glaring at the downed demon stands a girl with silver hair down to her lower back.  Two rabbit ears extend from the top of her head.  She wears a light blue belly jacket over a grey sports bra that hardly keeps her breasts contained.  A matching white and blue miniskirt drapes over black bike shorts.  She rocks back and forth on white running shoes, and clenches her fists in finger-less gloves. A soft cottony tail pokes out over her skirt.

	The sand worm begins to writhe on the ground irritably readying itself for another strike. Thinking fast, the girl on the ground rifles through one of her pouches and pulls out an item resembling a large green starfruit.

	"Hey, catch!" she shouts, getting the bunny girl's attention before tossing her the item.  "Pull the pin and throw it in its mouth!"

	Without missing a beat she catches it and darts towards the worm.  She closes the distance between them remarkably fast.  The worm lunges at her falling for her feint; she pulls the pin and gives the grenade a hard throw straight into the gaping maw.

	The grenade flashes with a green light as it sails straight into its mouth.  After a couple seconds, a half muffled wet bang erupts blowing the head backwards and expunging green mist into the air.  It jolts up, turns away, and hurtles at the ground.  It buries its head into the sand and the rest of the body follows.

	"Not so slow!" the bunny girl shouts while bringing her fist into the side of the worm's body.  Her blows glance ineffectually off the tough chitin.  Before long the entire worm has dug in underground.

	The hero of the hour dashes back to the other girl to help her back on her feet.  Having already found new clothes, she's now putting together a weapon that looks like a cross between a double barrelled shotgun and a crossbow.  She reaches into one of her many bags she carries with a gloved hand and pulls out some cartridges.

	"Are you alright? Can you fight?" The bunny girl asks with some concern although it seems like the other girl is already recovered and ready deliver some payback.

	"It just took me by surprise.  Hard to tell exactly where it's coming from. It got lucky is all.  I can finish it off easy now." The gun slinger replies, a hint of hurt pride in her voice.  She looks at the bunny girl's off-put expression and adds, "But still, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to say that.  Lets finish it off."

	Grinning, the bunny girl brings up her fists and throws a couple air punches.  "Name's Rachael."

	"I'm- Incoming!" the gun slinger shouts as she's interrupted by the ground's ominous rumbling growing louder.

	Erupting from the ground in a plume of sand, the giant sand worm lunges forth towards Rachael.  Its maw opens wide revealing an array of tentacle tongues dripping with aphrodisiac laced saliva.  It attacks, but never even had a chance at hitting as the bunny girl is long gone before it hits the ground.  She circles around with blazing speed to deliver some quick jabs to its side, provoking it to strike again.

	An arrow whistles through the air and strikes the distracted worm's head piercing the flesh.  Its face tendrils attempt to coil around the arrow but are thwarted by Rachael's flying overhead kick that serves to fully embed the arrow.

	Shots ring out from behind and a couple slugs dig themselves into the worm's head before exploding.  The worm thrashes about in agony.  Rachael takes advantage of every opening to dish out more blows that keep the worm occupied.  After several failed attempts at pinning down the agile rabbit, it slows down and its movements become sluggish. It's no longer able to keep track of her, and its tongues dangle limply out of its mouth.

	"Is it worn out already?" Rachael calls out, disappointed.

	"That grenade earlier was a paralyzing agent.  The arrow was tipped with tranquilizer. It's kicking in." The gun slinger pulls out a contraption from another bag and attaches a short, large caliber barrel to her gunbow. "Stand back."

	At the pull of the trigger, gun bucks as it blasts a high explosive shell at its unfortunate target.  The shell screams straight into the worm's mouth.  It explodes in an eruption of chunky worm salsa leaving behind a headless corpse that falls flat on the ground.

	The barrier collapses in on itself leaving the two girls standing in a back alley way.

	"Crystal."

	"Huh?"

	"My name."

	"Oh. Right. Nice to meet you."

	Crystal reaches down and grabs the item the demon left behind off the ground.  She hands Rachael the level 2 sin core.

	"Are you sure?  I know I saved you and all, but you did get to it first." The bunny girl offers while transforming back and losing her bunny parts and outfit for a plain white t-shirt and running shorts.

	"Positive.  I wasn't really after the sin core in the first place, but this." Crystal replies, showing the other item dropped by the worm.  Several small pearls glimmer in her hand.  They are dropped into a small bag; she ties it off and stashes it into her inventory.

	"Well thanks." Rachael says as she pockets her reward.  "Say, what level are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

	"Two." Crystal replies, having finished packing her gear into her many bags she carries.

	"And you're hunting solo?  That a bit dangerous.  What if you get 'taken by surprise' again?" She punctuates the words with two-fingered quotes while smiling smugly.

	This gets only a sneer in response from Crystal before turning to leave.

	"W-wait, it was a joke! If you're only interested in the items and not the cores, I could help you with hunting."

	Rachael's pitch makes Crystal stop and ponder the offer.  After thinking it over for more than a few minutes, she turns around.  "We'll have to work out the sin core division, but ok."

	"Great!" Rachael extends her hand, but it goes unnoticed by her new partner who is reaching through all her bags searching for something.  When she finally checks her pants pocket, she finds what she's looking for and pulls out her phone.

	"Give me your number."