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(This story is actually a series of recurring dreams. What you are about to read, should you choose to stick with it, is the dream in progress. Right now, I'm in the middle of this vision. Please note, I have no idea what is about to happen, but for the past three days, I've been dreaming about the same five people. They have all been going about their wild lives with interesting results. I thought that they warranted narration, so here you go. Since this is happening now, I feel I must warn you: possible sexual content abounds. I'm male, so it happens.)

Venom: Beautiful Killers

"I want a woman who could crush me in bed."

It's night time. And yes, it is dark and stormy. The location is random and unimportant; it could be in any city in the United States. Right now, there is a car parked between two buildings. It has been there for a while. The lightning strikes reveal it to be a blue four-door sedan. On either side of it are two businesses that have closed for the night. Across from them, the establishments there are also closed, so whoever is in the car is completely isolated.

There are four occupants inside. At the steering wheel is a mean-looking fox, holding on to the steering wheel and fixing his eyes straight ahead. He looks tense, as if in deep concentration. That said, by the way he is gripping the steering wheel, he looks like he needs a bathroom. He's of average height, a little overweight, and his wrists are wrapped with bandages, for some reason. (His name is Dunn, a Swift Fox from somewhere in the American Southwest. From what I've seen, he's really smart and goal-oriented. He's an interesting character, but this is not his story.)

Next to the driver is a bobcat. He's the same size as the driver. He sports a pair of dark-rimmed glasses across his face, which make him look like a scholar. His muscles don't say scholar, though. He continually sniffs the air outside his opened window as if searching for someone. After five minutes of poking his head in and out, he sulks back into his chair. (His name is Pica. He is short-tempered and combative, but for what he lacks in patience, he makes up for in strength and will. He is always good for a laugh, but this is not his story.)

Behind the driver is a dog. I cannot go much further than that since it is hard to see him; he is virtually a dark blob because of his dark fur. The light on the roof doesn't help much. He clears his throat. "Calm down, man. You're making me nervous." (The accent gives it away. This is Inverness, a Scottish terrier. Once you see him in the light, you'll like him immediately. He is quite handsome, approachable, and very talkative. I'd say he is worth following around. However, this is not his story either.)

To the right of Inverness is...hmm. (I don't know who this is. He's human, and a young one at that. Don't see too many of them out this late anymore. He's a White guy, probably in his early 20's. A plain, black T-shirt exposes his guns. He clearly does not skimp on the weight training.)

(Well, this isn't starting out very well. The three anthros in the car appear regularly, but they are ultimately unimportant. The human is a mystery to me; I've never seen him before. These aren't the people I usually dream about, so they're not the ones I want to write about. Oh well. Let's see if this leads anywhere.)

"Shut up," Pica says, in response to Inverness' call for calm. "We've been here two hours. My legs are cramping."

Inverness folds his arms and tersely stares at the bobcat. Dunn remains calm and taps Pica's shoulder. "Open the glove compartment. There's a bunch of literature in there; take something out and read it. I told you not to complain about the wait. That's what a stakeout is. These things take a while. Just relax."

"There's no chance I can go outside and stretch, is there?"

"Can you do it without being seen?"

"There's no one out there to see me!"

"I said relax." From the corner of his eye, Dunn notices the human reading a glossy-looking magazine. "See? He's reading something. He's relaxed." He clears his throat and releases his grip on the wheel. "Hey Pete, what you got there? What you reading?"

The man barely looks up. "Some nudie mag I borrowed. Don't worry, I'm still focused on our assignment. I'm just reading the articles. Don't worry about anything."

Inverness sneaks a peek at the reading material and scoffs. "More skinny waifs. Pitiful. Even my female peers are fallin' into that trap."

Pete chuckles. "For your information, the girls in this thing are voluptuous. Easy on the eye, barely airbrushed, and totally doable. So what if they're too thin for your tastes? Are you tellin' me that you wouldn't like to have a gorgeous, skinny terrier of your own?"

"The girl I make my own will_not_ be that emaciated." His Scottish accent thickens. "She will be nice and full-figured, just like nature intended. She should not just fill a pair of jeans, but have a decent-sized midriff and a back as firm as a tree trunk. That would be the perfect combination of girth and muscle."

Dunn nods. Apparently, he approves. Pete shrugs and turns a page. "Just because these aren't your kind, doesn't mean they're not perfect. If you see one of these girls in person, you'll change your mind."

Inverness leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I rather doubt it."

The fox turns his head to the magazine. "Let me see that." He snatches it out of the human's hands.

"Hey, give that back!"

"Miss April. Now you see? Look at that. Why would you want a piece of ass that looks like that?"

"What's wrong with her?"

"You kidding? She looks like she'll break if I stick it in." He nods, acknowledging the terrier's laughs. "I mean, if her thighs were any thinner, they'd be her arms. This isn't a good look."

Pete scoffs. "Well, what would your woman look like then? Fat as a cow, I'll bet."

Dunn flips through the pages. "Fat? That's one thing. Pleasantly plump is another. My perfect fox would have, pretty much, all the qualities that Inverness' girl would have, except...more muscles. I'm talking about definitive muscle tone. Biceps, Triceps, Latissimus Dorsi, Quads, Hamstrings...that sort of thing. I want a woman who thinks that 'muscle' is a second language."

"Shame. You mentioned everything but tits and ass."

"Well...those wouldn't hurt either. The glutes especially; they're the largest muscle in the body, after all."

Inverness clears his throat. "The heart is the largest muscle, actually."

Dunn flips through more pages. "No it ain't."

"Yes, it is."

"Organs aren't muscles, Scottie."

"Don't call me that!"

Pete laughs. "That reminds me. I've been meaning to ask. What kind of name is Inverness anyway?"

The terrier points at him. "Listen. Just because you're Dunn's friend doesn't make you my friend. No more personal questions."

The fox can feel the camaraderie slipping away. He tries to calm things down. "Hey, Pica, what kind of girl would you like?"

The bobcat is still staring out the open window. The soft wind furrows his whiskers.

"Hey, there's no one out there now. Pay attention."

Pica yawns, then sniffs. "Sorry. I wasn't listening."

"Describe your perfect girl. What kind of girl would you like?"

"Are we talking brains or looks?"

"Right now, it's looks."

"Oh." He sits still for about it for about half a minute, concentrating on the question while feeling the eyes staring at him. "I want a woman who could crush me in bed." The bobcat looks proud of himself after serving up the answer.

Pete scoffs again. "Fat as a cow?"

"If you say so. Doesn't matter to me. I like them big. I mean, I can accept girth of any size, but fat is a plus. Now, I do have preferences. I'd like her to be fat enough to absorb a hard ride in bed, but not too fat that she can't get off me when it's over."

Everyone laughs, except Pete, who would just like to have his magazine back.

After taking a few breaths, Dunn asks, "What about you Pete? Your kind of woman?"

He snatches the magazine back in his hands. "No sex before marriage."

The answer was surprising, as was the silence that followed. They looked at him carefully, like meerkats watching a snake. Suddenly, Pica snorts, then bursts out laughing. Dunn follows suit, energetically. Inverness chuckles quietly as he watches Pete dump the magazine behind him.

"Okay, bobcat, that's twenty dollars you owe me." Stifling his laughter, Dunn holds out his right hand to accept Pica's money.

The human looks on confusedly. "What's that?"

"I bet the other guys here that I could get you to say you're a virgin during the stakeout. We've been trying all night."

"So? What's funny about that?"

Dunn closes the bill around his fist. "Nothing. You're just the last of a dying breed, my friend. Eighteen-year-old virgins are becoming extinct."

"I'm twenty."

"Same difference."

Inverness clears his throat. "Quiet. I hear something."

The fox shakes his head as he puts the money in his shirt pocket. "Stop that, Scottie. It's just the rain."

Pica quickly winds up his window. "He's right. Someone's coming. Hit the lights!"

Inverness and Pete lower their heads below the front seats. Quick as a flash, Dunn reaches up to extinguish the light on the roof. Totally dark now, he and the bobcat lower their heads too, barely peeking above the dashboard.

A heavily protected figure walks into view, about fifty yards away on the other side of the street. The dim glow of a nearby street light briefly illuminates it. It appears to have a cigarette in its mouth.

"That's him," Pica whispers.

"How can you tell?" Inverness asks.

Dunn rises a little bit higher. "Brown overcoat. Blue slacks. He's just like he said he'd wear." He hears Pica heave a deep sigh. "You ready, big guy?"

The bobcat sits up straight and cracks his knuckles. "Yep." He unlocks his door.

"Remember, don't kill him."

"Stop telling me orders I know already! I'll be gentle."

As Pica opens the door, the outdoor sounds rush in. They can hear the rain, the thunder...and voices.

Inverness panics. "Get back in! Someone else is coming!"

The bobcat slams the door and everyone ducks again. As they slowly raise their heads, they see two people now. Standing in front of the brown overcoat figure is someone wearing a blue coat with a heavy hood. They shake hands.

After about a minute without motion, Inverness murmurs, "What's goin' on?"

Dunn clears his parched throat. "A drug deal. No doubt about it."

Pete snickers. "Damn. That's it? I thought he was wanted for something bigger."

"He is. The drugs are just a hobby. You know, extra income."

Pica shakes his head. "Damn. What's taking so long?"

"Relax, buddy. Nothing's changed. After the deal is done, you go out there and meet him like we planned. Then you immobilize him and bring him back here."

"I know the plan, but are you sure there aren't more people out there?"

"It's just the two of them. When the transaction is over, he'll be all alone again."

Peter raises his head. "What's the guy's name again?"

"Doran Mann. Why are you worried about that? You should be concentrating on your part in the plan."

"What I'm doin' is countin' the reward money." He laughs. "Hey, what's $75,000 four ways?"

"Shh. It's over. The stranger's leaving. You ready, bobcat?"

Pica straightens up again. "Doran Mann, here I come."

Suddenly, shots are fired. The car's occupants are forced low as, right in front of them, Doran Mann goes down in a heap. Seconds later, Dunn raises his head just in time to see the blue-coated figure stand over the victim and deliver a finishing gunshot blast. Startled, Dunn sits up straight, staring wide-eyed at the killing.

Pica is breathing hard. "What the fuck just happened?"

"Our quarry's just been compromised!"

Inverness pokes his head between the front seats. "Compromised nothing. He's gone!"

Angrily, Pete opens his door.

"Where are you going?!"

"You wanna get shot too?" Dunn tries to remain hidden while shouting at the human. "Get back here!"

Pete runs into the rain, then shields his eyes and stops. He barely sees the stranger walk away from the glow of the light before he runs to the body. Despite second thoughts telling him not to move, Dunn leaves the car and joins the dying man. Inverness and Pica quickly follow. They kneel in front of the body like they were paramedics.

Pete is incredulous. "He's dead! Son of a bitch!"

Doran lies still on the street, his heavy clothes and the rain practically burying him there. Pica stands and stares at the direction the stranger headed. His glasses are dotted with raindrops. He quickly pulls them off and focuses.

Dunn yells, "See anyone?!"

"Yeah."

"See the gunman?"

"He has a tail!"

Dunn and Inverness stand, trying to see what Pica sees. Pete, meanwhile, just kneels there, cursing and spitting.

(It seems that nothing further is gonna come of these guys, but the fact that the assailant has a tail is curious. Let's follow him.)

The gunman holsters the gun inside his slacks and puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. After a couple of minutes of walking, he stops to sneeze and adjust his hood. He is in total darkness, but seems to know where to go. He turns a corner into a different street, where a car comes into view. The streetlights reveal a black two-door sports car, brand new and quite elegant. The front door opens and its occupant, a gray wolf, comes out. He stands and steps forward, holding out his hands.

The gunman removes his hood. He's a she-a white wolf. She walks faster to the male, gray wolf until they meet. They embrace deeply; she rubs her head against his right shoulder. The streetlight under the car shines on their faces.

(Now this is more like it. That's who I wanted to see. In fact, she is one of four females I have been "following" for the past week. The first time I saw them, and their actions, it was rather disturbing. I shrugged it off as a passing nightmare. But they've came back again, and again. For better or worse, I've become used to them. Their actions may be nightmarish, but they're never boring.)

(The white wolf's name is Winter, and believe me when I say that she is an imposing figure. She's six feet tall, has the muscle tone that Dunn says he likes, and is a feisty, no-nonsense kind of woman. Her soft demeanor toward the gray wolf conceals a nasty streak of irritability, so don't let her fool you. She is definitely not one to be messed with.)

"You all right?" asks the gray wolf.

Winter sneezes again. "Let's get out of here."

They let each other go and she turns to enter the passenger-side of the vehicle. He looks at her as he starts the car. "You all right?"

"Yes. You already asked that."

"You're sneezing."

"Yeah! I wonder why that is. "

He laughs. "Sorry."

She inhales sharply to release another sneeze, then shivers away a deep sigh.

"You cold?"

"Cold and nervous."

"Can I have the gun?"

(The gray wolf's name, by the way, is Shiloh. Think of him as Winter's equal, except taller, 77 inches, and stronger. He could bite your head off just by looking at you. So don't make him angry. I certainly wouldn't; many of my recent cold sweats have come from him.)

Winter unholsters the gun from her trousers and puts it in the glove compartment.

Shiloh is still laughing. "What are you so nervous for? It's over."

His laughs make her laugh in response. "Yeah. It is."

"That was your first real solo kill, and your last job with me as your handler. You're free, so to speak." He gets a thrill looking at the exhilaration on her face. "This is it, kid. Now you've got a future."

Shiloh drives off. Winter looks behind her to see their past surroundings disappear. "And the money?"

"What's that?"

"The money. How much will it be?"

"For this, we'll share about $5,500. I'll add it up to the other two jobs we already did. Don't worry, though. From now on, your marks are going to be yours alone. No more splitting the money." He relaxes and lowers his voice. "I'm happy for you, baby. I had my doubts that you could handle it, but it worked out better than I would ever have imagined."

Winter looks behind her again. "What time is it?"

"Three in the morning." He turns to her and sighs worryingly. "What's wrong now? Forget something?"

"I can't help thinking I've been followed."

"I didn't see anybody."

"The rain's been deceiving me all night. Everything I hear is jumbled up, mixed together. When I got out of the car, I wasn't sure that my footsteps were even mine. Everything I listened for was-"

"Baby, I didn't see anyone. Trust me, okay? Keep cool...."

[Suddenly, I wake up. My eyes open; I'm in the operating room. As I try to remember why, I see the drugs. I smile. Back to sleep.]

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"Good morning," he says.

"Hm. Yes it is," she says.

Shiloh opens his eyes. "What happened last night?"

"Well, you came in, I followed. Then, out of the blue, you said, 'Let's have sex.' I said okay. You came into the bedroom while I went to the bathroom and took off my wet clothes and into my nightgown. When I came here, you were asleep. Sleeping like a baby."

"Damn."

"I know men are rather unreliable after a hefty sex session, but I didn't think they could be useless before it starts. At least you took off your coat and kept the bed dry."

She is in bed, lying on top of him, which is where she has spent the last couple of hours. She is tired, but he looks absolutely beaten down. He hasn't even taken off his work clothes. She strokes his head lovingly, then leans down to kiss him. Their noses touch.

"What time is it?" he asks.

"Half past six."

"Whoa, really? Time to get up."

He tries to stand but she places her hands on his shoulders. "Wait a minute. Where are you off to?"

She pins him on the bed. Even her tail is on top of his. Shiloh reaches for his watch on the lamp stand to his left. "We got to go to work. Both of us. We have to report back."

"No we don't. Not now."

"You want to get paid, don't you?"

She grabs the watch from his left hand and gently drops it on the floor. "We just got in two hours ago. We're tired and...frankly, I could use the break. Let's wait 'til the evening. We'll report in then, and afterwards, we'll go to the bar and get hammered."

Shiloh laughs softly and relaxes. "Sorry. I'm just eager to get you noticed. You made me proud tonight."

She puts her head on his chest. "Thank you."

"I mean, I thought you'd be more sensitive to death and to causing death, but you've done well all week."

"I knew I could do it all along. You need to have more faith in me. Then you won't be so surprised." She smiles as he puts his hands on her back. "You know what though? I'm truly happy. I've found something I'm good at doing, something that showcases my skills and helps me hone my instincts. What's more, I'm doing it with you." She raises her head to look at him.

His eyes are half-closed. "I'm glad." His hands slide down her back. "Again, I'm sorry I was wrong." His hands start to hike up her nightgown.

"What about you?"

"What?"

"I haven't felt like this for a while; it's exhilarating. I'd like to know the last time you've had such a feeling."

"Oh, well, that answer's simple. And bear in mind, I'm not saying it to patronize you. It was the first time I knew you were the one. Understand?"

"Yeah? And when was that, exactly?"

Shiloh emits a heavy sigh. It's about the kind of sigh that someone makes when taking a difficult exam. "You want the blunt, honest truth?"

"Yes."

He slides his hands down to her naked rear end. "The first time I knew you were the one would most definitely be...the first time you took your pants off for me." He laughs.

"Idiot." She hits him, really hard, on the chest with a closed fist. Then she pushes herself off of him, rolling over to the left side, her end of the bed. She buries her head in her pillow.

Shiloh sits up and shrugs, still laughing. "Forgive me. I'm a man."

"You sure are!" she yells. She sounds angry, but she's not. In fact, she's hiding a smile in that pillow.

He slides over to her and tries to spoon with her, caressing her left side. "So, no sex then, huh?"

She uncovers her head. "Nope. You lost your privileges for the day. That's what happens when you give stupid answers to intimate questions."

Content with that, he lies next to her and closes his eyes. "Good night. Well...good morning, rather."

After a minute of simply lying there, she drapes her tail across his legs. "Shy? Will they like me? Back at the office?"

After yawning, he mumbles, "Sure they will. If they don't, I'll only force them to like you. You can't lose."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Well, then...I'll just bite their heads off." He laughs and pats her head. "Go to sleep."