Here was my first test for a full audio. (Patreon)

Here we have the first test I ever did for a full audio story, it is Fury's Fury one of my more recent stories (which the script will be below). It isn't perfect but for a first attempt I think it is pretty good.

Fury's Fury

The Horsewoman known as Fury walked through the destroy remains of a suburb. The tall woman was walking past the remains of human life hunting one of the Seven Deadly Sins. She was upon Lust, whom she planned on making quick work of.

Fury brushed back her purple hair with her gauntleted hands. She was tired of this search. The horsewoman wanted to be freed from dealing with the Sins and do something worthwhile. The giant woman took a seat on the burned out remains of a car and picked some pieces of dirt from her armor. While her arms were mostly bare of armor, she was gauntlets, greaves and a chest piece that was disconnected from the greaves.

She sat scratching her chin. She took another moment of contemplation before standing, wiping away her forehead removing beads of sweat from her facial tattoo. Fury was ready to move on then something came to tell her she was moving in the right direction.

A spirit floated from inside the remains of a once suburban home. It was a goofy looking young man whose spirit had retained much of his form. Lust had briefly experimented with spirits, and this was the result of Lust’s attempts to create unharmable foot soldiers, but this was the only success, and he was not good for much more than annoyances. Being that Lust had tooled with this spirit, his mind was lustful of what he enjoyed in life, which was bothering attractive women.

He floated over to see another being of power, but instead of Lust it was Fury.

“Who are you?” He asked, wondering if it was someone new to mess with. In life this had been Pete, Prankster Pete to his friends. He looked like he looked in life. He was all misty form, but his face and buzz cut were still visible along with his t-shirt and vest. His bottom half was the typical ghostly whisp.

“Leave me fleshling.” Fury responded waving her hand at the spirit. She had no time for spirits. She had to continue hunting down the Sins, even if she’d rather be doing more than hunting these criminals.

“Aww, come on. It has been so dull here.” Pete the sprit said to the large armor woman. She waved her hand through him, hoping to dissipate him. Unlike other spirits who typically disappeared entirely, he just shimmered but remained.

“What are you?” Fury asked as she stood up a bit confused by this spirit. She was used to spirits fleeing from her, this one not only didn’t flee but wasn’t affected by her.

“My turn.” The spirit said ignoring her question. It faded from view for a moment and Fury raised an eyebrow wondering what the spirit had in mind. Her answer came as its invisible knuckles ran up and down her head in quick succession.

“Noogie.” Pete the spirit shouted with a laugh as the Horsewoman struggled to move her head from the invisible knuckles. Whatever Lust had done to this spirit was powerful because Fury couldn’t escape the grasp even with her titan like strength. The pain only managed to stop once Pete released her.

“How did you like that one?” He asked, floating there waiting for an answer.

“I have no time for your childishness.” The Horsewoman shouted as she tried to attack the spirit. She pulled her deadly whip from her waist and began slashing at the spirit, which paid the attacks no mind.

“Yawn.” Pete said as he stood there. Fury gave up on the whip and changed tactics. She grabbed the nearest object, a burned-out car, and tossed it at the spirit. While it passed through Pete it struck what was behind him, a large truck carrying gas. Fury realized the mistake as she saw the car impact the tanker.

It exploded sending even the mighty Fury flying through the air.

She landed in a disoriented heap on the ground. Slowly, she sat up and didn’t see the spirit. She let a small grunt of satisfaction out as it must have vaporized in the explosion. The horsewoman rolled over onto all fours to begin to get up when she felt a powerful smack to her rear.

Fury jumped forward on all fours from the force of the blow. She desperately looked over her shoulder to see Pete floating there grinning.

“You know, you have a nice caboose.” He said with a ghostly grin. While she would never admit it, she now knew she was out gunned. Fury crawled on all fours, trying to get to a standing position but the spirit had other ideas. Pete began delivering smack after smack to Fury’s large rear that jiggled with each blow. She didn’t complain, but it was starting to hurt and worse it was really pissing her off.

Fury, a horsewoman of the apocalypse, was not someone who took humiliation lightly. She knew none of her brothers would be treated like this and demanded the same respect.

“Enough.” She shouted as she got to her feet throwing hands at the spirit who couldn’t be harmed.

“I am Fury, the deadliest of the four horsemen. No one humiliates me.” She said daring Pete to make a move.

“Oh yeah?” The spirit said as it began to fly overhead. She watched, not sure what was happening but sure she wouldn’t like it. Pete began to fly closer to her, darting just out of her grasp not that he needed to as nothing she did harmed him. The spirit flew high and got behind the Horsewoman. The ghostly remains of Prankster Pete wanted to take her down a peg or two and knew exactly what to do.

The spirit went right for her butt.

His incorporeal form flew into her armor and Fury screamed as she could feel his grubby little fingers under her impenetrable armor. His fingers ran up her legs, a place no one had touched in a millennium.

“What do we have here?” Prankster Pete said, his ghostly voice echoing around Fury. She could feel the spirit moving around the inside of her armor, touching fabric no other being had touched but her. She wanted to scream, to shout threats, to curse the spirit. Instead, her face contorted as Pete did as he pleased.

He had gripped her undergarments and begun pulling them out of the back of her pants.

Her hands went to her crotch as the angelic silk grew tight there. She was in shock and pain as this was the first time Fury’s undergarments were being pulled out of her pants in her very long life.

The pink angelic silk slid between her cheeks as Pete yanked them out of her pants, making it look like Fury’s behind had a cape. Made by the best angels in heaven, the fabric had never ripped or torn, nor would it now. Until now it had never ridden up either.

The spirit pulled it up and out, getting it to Fury’s midback.

“Wedgie!” Pete shouted as Fury, a literal Nephilim, experienced her first.

Fury leans her pelvis forward as this new pain invades her rear. Pete pulled her around in a circle as if making it clear by holding her like this, she was a puppet on a string. He continued to dance her around as the leg holes of her undergarments popped out of her armored pants.

“You know I never thought of you as someone who would wear pink undies, but what is worse is these are granny panties!” Pete said laughing as he spun her around a bit quicker.

While Fury didn’t like the wedgie, she also didn’t like being mocked by anyone.

The horsewoman tried to turn to grab at the spirit but failed every time.

“Can’t touch this.” Pete said in tune with the song as Fury kept trying.

“I will rip apart your very soul for this.” She said as she continued trying to get him.

“And I’ll show you what an atomic is.” He replied before doing just that. The angelic silk briefs were already stretched well enough meaning Pete the spirit could easily pull them a bit higher to bring the waistband right over Fury’s purple haired head. He pulled them right over her scary eyes.

The horsewoman stopped as her crotch and crack felt pain that she had never come close to experiencing before. The spirit let go but pointed and laughed at Fury. Her brain shut down for a moment between the pain and humiliation. It lasted for only a moment as Fury lived up to her name's sake.

Fury was blinded with fury and her own undergarments as she began to thrash, trying to grab Pete.

“So, close.” He’d say just out of grabbing range. Fury hadn’t even removed the fabric from her eyes. One the angelic silk was too tight that it would take time and two she was so enraged she didn’t even care. She kept jumping at his voice trying to grab him to rip him limb from limb.

“Okay, this time you can have me.” He spoke. She could hear he was close, and she wouldn’t miss. Fury jumped at where she thought Pete was and missed.

The spirit could throw his voice and did expertly. Fury jumped with such force she propelled herself through a wall of a small building. A load barring wall. Fury wasn’t sure what hit her and the building collapsed upon her atomic wedgied head. She had only a moment to ponder that as the ground beneath the building gave way to one of the many sink holes that had opened since the apocalypse started.

“Bye, bye.” Pete said from the edge of the hole and Fury and the building plummeted to the bottom.

Slowly, the horsewoman awoke and could only see pink. She thought she had been blinded strangely till she remembered the encounter with the spirit. Fury took many pain staking minutes to remove the fabric from her eyes and then her head. It snapped back with an angelic grace that left an imprint of light across her lower back. Besides hunting down the Seven Deadly Sins, she now had to remove the One Devastating Wedgie.