FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

All the normal disclaimers applied. If you are under 18, you shouldn't be reading this story.

I apologize for the long delay in the next chapter of my series. I fell very ill and just recently have been been able to do anything resembling computer work. Hopefully, the next one won't be quite so long a wait.

As always, I appreciate feedback and suggestions. I can always use even a simple idea (like what species you like) or another theme - someone mentioned they didn't liek mind control but didn't say what they liked..

Thanks again...

fifi

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"Order! Order!" The chairperson yelled, slamming her gavel down. "This committee will hear arguments from both sides as to whether Anthros should be allowed to give up their rights voluntarily. Let me state that I am very uneasy at allowing something like this, but given the nature of the race in question, I am going to allow for discussion to be heard. Now, as I understand it, the principle party for allowing this is a Mr. Alcort from Soytex Industries. Is he currently here?"

Standing up in a designer suit, Mr. Alcort raised his hand, "I am, madam chairperson." He looked at the woman before him, dressed nicely in a conservative outfit, with a silver choker necklace and matching earrings,

"Are you ready to testify for the committee?" She asked.

"I am." He replied, smiling to the flashes of light bulbs going off.

"Step forward and be sworn then."

The clerk raised his hand, indicating to Mr. Alcort to do the same. "Do you sweat the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help whomever you believe in?"

"I do."

"Please state you full name, spelling of your last name, and current position for the record." The clerk plainly stated.

"My name is Thomas Alvin Alcort, A - L - C - O - R - T. I am CEO for the company Soytex Industries." He took his seat along with his lawyer and looked at the chairmen for the first question.

Shuffling papers, the chairman asked, "We understand that you are the drafter of the bill to allow Anthros to classify themselves as animals if they so choose. Please tell us how you came up with the idea, what you plan by initiating this, and the ultimate goal of this bill is for."

"Of course. As you may know, my company is one of the leaders in the pet industries. With the introduction of the product line know as 'The Pet's Collar' we have been able to assist not only pet owners, but all places that might use animals like zoos, circuses and even things like police dogs and horses."

"Another feature of the collar which is not widely known is the GPS tracker that was included when people register their collars. This gives pet owners the additional comfort of knowing where their pets are at any time."

"As a result, we began to gather data on the animals to provide better service to our customers - to address their needs. It was during one of these fact finding surveys that a junior officer within my company noticed that a large concentration of GPS tracking appeared within the communities established by Anthros. He took it upon himself to use the other feature of the collar, namely to determine what kind of creature was using the collars. You see, early on we decided to track which commands were being given in hopes we could refine and make things better."

"The junior officer noticed that Anthros were using the collars on one another to be - how should I say it - more compatible with their animal counterparts. From the reports you have in front of you now, you can see that a large portion of them still embrace their animal nature. But since they are citizens, they cannot fully embrace this aspect without fear of persecution from the law and scorn from the community."

The chairwoman interrupted him, "Are you saying you have evidence of wrong doing on the parts of some of their community?"

Pausing a moment to hear advice from his lawyer, Mr. Alcort continued, "Yes, we have that evidence, but my company respects the right of the individual and as such we cannot divulge their names. We would fight any action vigorously to protect their privacy."

"I see," the woman said coldly, jotting down something in her notebook. "Please continue."

"Because of these actions, and because of their wants, we feel it is appropriate to ask regulations be put in place that allow all Anthros the right to choose which side of the fence they want to occupy. If they pick the side of being animals, they would be completely treated as such, permanently giving up all their rights, but be no longer scorned for associating with animals."

"Is that all you have to add?" She asked.

"At this time, I have nothing further to add."

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Mary flung open the door to her new ranch home and inhaled deeply setting her suitcases on the floor. Turning to her son Timothy she beckoned him into the house, "Come on son. You should love your new spacious room.

"Mom, why did we have to move out here to the country? There is no one for miles." Timothy said grudgingly.

"Hun, that was the whole purpose of moving to the country. Now we can run a farm together. Won't that be fun?"

"Oh, it will be so much fun, Mom. I don't know how to contain my excitement." He walked down the hall to his room. The furniture had been delivered and set up before they arrived. He marveled at the size of his room, thinking to himself, "Wow, this is much bigger than I had before."

"Tim," his mother called, "Come downstairs for a minute."

Placing his bags on his bed he sighed and walked around the house until he found the stairs leading to the cellar. He found his mother standing at the base of the stairs. On his right the laundry room door was open. The previous owner had taken great lengths to remodel the bottom floor including the laundry room which was nicely decorated in wood. His mother leaned in and hugged him kissing him on the cheek.

"Mom!" He protested. "I am too old for that."

Mary just smiled as she replied, "You are never too old for your mother's kisses." She handed him some keys, which produced a puzzled look on her son's face.

"What are these for?" He asked.

"This is your - how do you call it - "get away" room." She smiled and stepped aside.

He shrugged and opened the door with the key. His eyes went wide as his mouth opened in awe. The room was large, nearly taking the entire space the house occupied above. In one section was a red slate pool table. Against the wall nearest the door was a pinball machine and video arcade game. Where the support beam for the house ran, was a sectional couch in front of a 65 inch HD LCD television. Hooked up to the television was every latest video game on the market as well as a stereo surround sound system. Behind that was a virtual library of games and DVDs. On the opposite side of sectional was a kitchenette complete with stove and refrigerator.

"Surprise!" His mother shouted in glee.

"Mom?" He asked in surprise. "This must have cost a fortune."

"I had plenty of money left over from your father's life insurance, and I wanted to indulge you. Besides, you can 'work' for this by teaching me how to use the computer. I am going to need to know how to use it. When the animals arrive, we need to keep good records."

Timothy hugged his mother and went to explore his new play area.

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Mary was sitting in front of her computer. It was the middle of August. It had been a couple months since they moved in and she had picked up some basics on the device she swore she could never learn. Opening Outlook, she noticed quite a few emails from various ranchers selling livestock. One of the emails though caught her eye. Labeled as 'Virus Alert', she clicked it, thinking her internet was providing her with information on a new virus. The message only had one line: 'And make you physically attracted to sheep'. She noticed an attachment on the bottom and clicked it. The screen blinked funny colors and a Word document opened titled 'Stinky Cheese'. She was puzzled by the page in front of her. It was full of 'baas' and 'bleats' in various lengths but nothing else. She closed it and went to check on her son.

Timothy was in the barn, finishing up shearing the ewes. He had a natural talent for removing the fleece, removing them in just under five minutes. As he finished the last of the ewes to be sheered, his hand ran down its backside. "Not a nick," he said aloud with a smile on his face. The particular sheep he working on was a bit feisty, requiring him to grab it around the waist. He shoved the ewe down the cute, his hand falling between its legs. He noticed the moisture on his hand and sniffed at it, the scent causing a stirring in him. His mother never knew he had lost his virginity before they moved, and the scent reminded him of that time - the time his face was buried between Carol-Ann's legs. His other hand slipped into his pants to feel his stiffness.

"Hun?" Mary called out, opening the barn door.

Quickly removing his hand from his pants, Timothy turned his back to the door, "Um, yes mom?" The thought of his mother catching him deflated his arousal.

"Once you get the fleece into the bins, come outside please." His mother told him, walking out the door without waiting for a response.

Timothy quickly did as he was told and went outside. He saw his mother in the pen with the largest ram they had on the farm. She had isolated ten of the ewes in the pen as well. As he approached the enclosure, he saw his mother tracing her fingers over the back of the male as she smiled to it.

"Timmy, come in here and take this." She handed him a thick leather collar.

"What's this for, mom?" He asked her.

"I want to start breeding them," she started, "and I want you in charge. Use the collar on the male and just give a command so he will want to mate with all the ewes. Keep track of which male makes it with which females. It should be pretty easy." She handed him the collar and stepped back.

"Alright," he said to her, bending over and fastening the leather strap to the ram. "Um, I want you to do what ever is necessary to mate with all the females in this pen." The ram's eyes blinked for a moment then he bleated out a call to one of the ewes. As Tim and his mother watched, the ram licked under the ewe's tail. Its member started to drop out of its sheath and thicken. Both of them thought the ram looked bigger, but shrugged it off as they felt a stirring in their groins.

"Well, I am going to shower and rest a bit," Tim said hopping over the fence and bolting for the house. His mother followed close behind going to her room. Entering the master bathroom she filled her tub with warm water, placing a bit of scented bubble soap in it.

She removed her dirty shirt over her head, tossing it into the hamper. She stared into the mirror, her hands tracing up her form to her sport's bra. She slowly lifted that over her head as well, starting at her large breasts. Her thumbs swirled around her teats, causing them to come to attention. She grinned and slightly moaned as she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. Moving her thumbs under the band of panties, she slowly pulled them down and stepping out of them. She stood there, one hand rubbing her left breast, her right hand cupping her mound. She moved her palm through the blonde hair between her legs, getting both her hand and her hair slightly moist by her excitement.

She smiled and walked to the tub, lowering herself into the warm, soothing waters. Leaning back, she closed her eyes. Her fingers found the space between her legs quickly, parting the folds as they were forced into her body. She bit her lip as her thumb traced over her clit as she worked her fingers in and out of herself. She had gone quite a long time without any sex - at least with a partner. Her other hand pinched her nipple as her daydreams started.

It was snowing outside, and a small fire was warming the room. She was snuggled up in the thick, white carpet on the floor. The door opened, a shadowy figure brushing off some of the snow on his body. He turned and saw her there, naked and inviting. He rushed to her, kissing her lips, pressing his wooly coat against her. Over and over he kissed her, slowly moving down with nibbles on her neck and breasts. He latched onto her right nipple causing her to emit a moaning yelp. He sucked on the nipple, letting his warm thick tongue lick the very tip of the erect nub. His hands rubbed her orbs, lifting them, squeezing them, before moving down further. He nibbled her tummy before licking at her folds. With one hand he pinched her clit as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into her nether lips. She pushed him away, turning over to her belly and playfully wiggling her rear in his face. He grabbed her around the waist, bringing his full weight on her back. The man in her dream nipped at her neck then shoved something between her legs. She cried out, partially in pain and lust. She pressed back to the shaft in her. Her body quickly going over the edge as her orgasm washed over her. Her muscles began to milk the shaft as she rocked, sending it deeper and deeper until the head broke through her cervix. She felt the shaft releasing its gifts in her and heard the cry of the male. She looked back over her shoulder smiling to her lover. She stared into his baby blues as the male bleated out a triumphant sound of his conquering mating, the ram staring back at her. She bolted up from the dream, to feel her multiple orgasms going off in her body, the feeling of bliss winning over the feeling of what she had just experienced.

Timothy ran to the hall bathroom, shedding his clothes in an instant. He turned the shower on and got in. His hand rubbed his aching shaft as he steadied himself in the stream of cooling waters with his other hand on the shower wall. He closed his eyes and saw Julie naked in front of him. He had missed her so much, but the move made it impossible to continue the relationship. She did a little dance in front of him swaying her hips back and forth. She leaned up to his lips and kissed him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. He groaned, never having experienced such a vivid dream. He pressed forward, pressing her breasts into his chest. He moaned as she pressed her hips against his, trapping his shaft against her tummy. She giggled to him, tracing a hand down between his legs to cup his sacs in her hand. He kissed her full on the lips, letting his tongue enter her mouth. He was in ecstasy when he heard a call from behind him. He saw one of the ewes there, rubbing against his leg a few times before trotting off. The sheep lifted her tail showing him pink lips among the shaven, white backside it now possessed. He broke the embrace of Julie, drawn to the sight. He got on all fours and licked the ewe between the legs, relishing the taste. He felt he shaft aching to the point of being sore. He jumped on her back, amazed by the strength of the smaller sheep in holding his weight. He thrust his shaft into the tight muscles of the female, making her call out in pain. He bit the back of her neck, thrusting in and out of the heat, feeling the ewe's excitement making his job easier. Over and over he shoved into the female's channel until he released into her and at the same time felt her release on his shaft.

Timothy grunted aloud as the shower wall got plastered by his release. He couldn't stop himself as his shaft pumped and pumped and pumped his seed. He was sore and yet he continued for several minutes. When it finally slowed and came to a stop, he fell to one knee dizzy by the excitement. At that point, he had only one thought in his mind as he cleaned himself and the mess.

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"For the record, please state your full name." The chairwoman told the Anthro fox sitting in front of her.

"My full name is Professor Seath E. Redstreak." He smiled nervously as he leaned forward to speak into the mike.

"And the 'E' stands for what?" She said with coldness in her voice.

"The 'E' stands for 'E'. I was only giving an initial at birth." He replied.

The man to the left of the chairwoman spoke next. He was a balding man in his late fifties. "You are a professor of what?"

"I am a Professor of genetic research at the Darwin Institute of Technology. I hold several patents and have developed several vaccines that have eliminated many diseases for humans, animals and everything in between." He replied.

"Tell us why you oppose this proposal." The chairwoman barked at him.

"It comes down to the conception of what we are. We - and by that I mean Anthros - are not human and we are not animals. We are a new species. Would you consider this for bestiality humans? Of course you wouldn't. But the community at large looks at us and sees mostly animals. Yes, I know humans are animals too, but I am hoping you can see the correlation that I am trying to make. By allowing Anthros a choice, you are actually limiting the entire race. When the thirteenth amendment was added to the Constitution, it didn't state 'only those that wanted to be free', it clearly states: Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."

"If you were to allow this, it would be a shadow on a race that already has shadows on it. I appreciate Mr. Alcort's "concerns" on what his company observed, but if he did indeed record crimes, it is not up to him to decide what to do to those individuals. It is clear those concerns are a matter of the authorities to investigate. If I owned a video camera repair company, and someone came in with a device and in the device it had recorded a crime, it is my duty to report the crime and not hide behind the cliché that this was my customer I was trying to protect."

"Now, as a matter of record, we can prove this collar not only works on the brainwaves of animals, but on anyone wearing it."

"Stop!" the chairwoman ordered. "We are not here to determine the use of the collar, but whether Anthros should be allowed a choice in which side they are on."

"I can appreciate that, madam chairperson, but Mr. Alcort was allowed to enter evidence of inappropriate behavior against the Anthro race. I want to offer contradiction testimony that he selectively focused on a group to give misleading evidence."

"Proceed, but with caution," she warned the Professor.

He waved to his assistants in the back of the room. From the back of the room a human male and a female Anthro skunk stepped up. The skunk had a leash leading to a German Shepard. All three of them had collars on. "Sit!" He ordered. The skunk and the dog immediately sat on the floor, but the human remained standing. Seath walked over to the human, ordering him to turn around, but the human was stood there.

"I thought this might be a problem, so I would like to play this video tape as a demonstration. He walked over to the player and inserted the tape. The monitor hissed to life as the Professor could be seen in a room giving orders to the same trio. This time, however, all three obeyed every order he gave. "As you can see, the collars do not limit control over a species."

"Then why is it not working currently on your human volunteer?" The chairwoman asked.

"Unfortunately, there seems to be a controlling protocol that is in place. I have yet to determine how these devices work in the first place. I therefore would suggest that something is not accurate with how my race is responding. I am not suggesting there are wrong-doings on anyone's part, just that it is unusual behavior to see such a wide use of such devices. It is my suggestion that more investigating needs to be conducted on why it is happening before a thoughtful judgment can be reach on our rights." Turning to his helpers, he asked them to leave.

"Thank you for your presentation, Professor. I am confident we are capable of "thoughtful judgment", however." Her tone of voice turned sour as murmurs went through the crowd. "We stand adjourned until a decision is reached."

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Mary slipped on her robe and went to the computer. The soft glow from the monitor lit the room as she waiting for the main screen. After the logo disappeared, Word opened with the same letter she had gotten before. This time, though, she could actually make out some words. Words like: 'soon', 'affection', and 'donation' were displayed along with the bleats and baas. She shrugged it off and went to bed.

Days passed, Timothy carefully recording the ram's progress through his initial command. His mother went to town for supplies and he was left alone with the animals. Walking to the pen, he watched as the ram was busy on the back of the ninth ewe. He felt the stirring in his loins increasing again from the spectacle when a thought entered his head. While the ram was busy, Timothy entered the pen and removed the last ewe. He had a collar in his hand, but the idea of possible resistance interested him so he draped it over the gate and lead the ewe to his cellar.

Leading the ewe to the open space in front on his television, he kicked his pants off and removed his shirt. He traced his hand down her back gentle scratching on her flanks. The ewe bleated a loud call then turned around showing Timothy her backside. He felt his member start to throb as he got down on all fours and smelled the eye between her legs. She backed up and shivered, the movements spreading her juices over his face. He licked at the lips, savoring the taste. It was a bit different from what he remembered, but at least he was finally getting some after months of abstinence. He pressed his tongue into her and wiggled it up and down.

Timothy stopped, and sat on the sofa. He rubbed his shaft looking down to the sheep. The ewe looked back over her shoulder and called to him rubbing her rear against his leg. He got down again, repeating his actions before stopping again. The ewe bleated a call to him and he thrust his fingers between her legs. He smiled as her body reacted with small spasms on his shaft. She started making different sounds and he stopped. Teasing her like this for well over an hour, he chuckled to himself as he listened to all the sounds she was making. "I wish I could understand what you were saying," he said to her, getting into position behind her. He moaned at her tightness as he thrust his shaft into her body. His hands reached under her, rubbing her teats. Rocking back and forth, he felt his primal needs building. Slowly he built speed rocking his shaft deeper and harder in the ewe. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If I could understand you, you could tell me exactly how this feels - man I wish I knew."

He thrust in her again pulling the sheep's body into his as he held her. That is when he felt a leather strap applied to his neck. Timothy looked over his shoulder and froze in place. Towering over him was a half man, half ram. The figure next to him had the feet, hands and torso of a human, but was covered in a short wooly fleece and had a ram's head, complete with horns. Its eyes were brilliant blue, and somehow knew immediately it was the ram from the pen.

"This is impossible," Timothy stated, falling back out of the ewe and onto his rear.

"It isn't impossible, you made it possible," the ram told him.

"Me? How did I do, 'this'?" He extended his arms towards the ram.

"It was your command to mate with all the females 'by any means possible'. For now though, do not speak again."

Timothy tried to speak, but nothing came out, he couldn't form any words.

"Now, get to all fours." The ram smiled as he watched the human leaning forward to fall on his hands and knees.

"I want your arms and legs to be the same length." Timothy opened his mouth in a silent scream as his legs shrunk to match his arms. "

Now see her hooves," the ram said pointing to the ewe, "I want you to have the ends of your limbs to be like that." Again he threw his head back as his fingers merged together and his feet narrowed and changed form until he was standing on four hooves.

"Grow a fleece similar to the ewe you were mating." Timothy's skin was on fire. He couldn't make a sound, couldn't roll on the ground. He watched as the fine woolly coat grew all over his body.

"Grow a head shaped like hers and a tail. I want you to remember who you are though." Timothy struggled against the commands trying not to listen but his face responded. He felt his ears grow out from his head settling into a natural position for sheep. His mouth elongated forming his muzzle as his skull reshaped itself. He felt a tingle from his rear as tail emerged.

"Now let's take care of that thing between your legs. I want you to become a fully functioning, female ewe." Timothy panicked but was unable to do anything. He felt his member lengthen getting rigid in a couple seconds. The shaft touched his furry belly and stuck there, slowly merging with his body until only an opening remained. His balls shifted and migrated into the cavity, producing a weird sensation in him as he felt them move into place as his ovaries. His tummy drooped as he felt an udder form.

The ram licked his lips as he got behind Timothy. He smacked his lips and let his tongue trace over her folds. Timothy gritted his teeth and began to step forward. "Don't move now, sugar," the ram stated, "you are in heat like the ewe you were servicing. Since you wanted to know what it felt like, I only thought I'd like you feel it." With that said, he jumped on the altered boy's back ramming his shaft into Timothy's new moist, hot opening.

Timothy silently grunted as she felt her body respond to the rod in her body. She pushed back, unable to stop herself, as inch after inch of the sheep's shaft spread her open. Her juices coated the rod, squeezing it, massaging it. The ram slammed his sac against her opening as he hilted himself in her. He pulled out and shoved back in time and time again, mating with Timothy. Suddenly Timothy felt a pleasure that made her shiver. Her mouth opened and she felt her muscles contracting around the base of the ram pulling on it, milking it. Her honey rushed over the shaft as her orgasmic bliss spread its warmth through her body. The ram bleated a triumphant call - a call Timothy was well aware of - as he claimed the newest ewe filling her womb with his fertile seed.

Timothy panted and stood there watching as the ram went to the other ewe, giving her the same treatment she had just received. Watching it was just as erotic for Timothy's new body, and she felt waves of new bliss. When the ram was done, he spoke to Timothy again, "You will follow me to the pen and act like the other ewes. You will remember who you are, but will only be able to experience life as a ewe. You won't be able to form words, just the normal sounds everyone expects from ewes." With that stated, he got up and led both ewes to the pen and put them inside. Grabbing a tattoo gun, he numbered Timothy's ear with the next number and even added him to paperwork Timothy was keeping on a clipboard at the pen. Then he removed Timothy's collar and went into Mary's bedroom to wait for her return.

Mary arrived with the feed and groceries, immediately going to the pen to feed the ewes. She checked over the paperwork and was pleased to see all the ewes had been mated. When the scent of the sheep met her nose she smiled, feeling a slight tingle between her legs. She quickly put the groceries away, and went through her bedroom to the bathroom. She removed her clothes, tossing them into the hamper. She leaned over the tub with her ass pointed to the opened door as she turned the dial to a warm setting.

"Now that is the prettiest piece of ass I have seen in a long time." A voice stated startling her.

Mary spun around and stared at the stranger. Standing nearly six foot three, the body she saw was well built. She stared into the blue eyes of the ram and shivered. Stammering she asked, "H-H-how is this possible?"

"You did say by any means necessary," he told her as he walked over and kisses her on the lips. Mary nearly collapsed, but was caught by the ram. He carried her over to the bed and placed her gently on the covers. He nibbled her neck, then sucked on her nipple as if he was a kid suckling his momma.

Mary was in shock, but allowed herself to be felt by the Anthro ram. She felt the wetness between her legs as she gritted her teeth. "I want to be like you," she whispered softly scratching the ram behind the ears.

The ram nodded and placed the collar around her neck. "With no pain to you, become a perfect mate for my present form."

Mary moaned as her body shifted and changed, becoming a female counterpart for the ram. He smiled and lay on her body, letting his shaft fill her. They embraced one another as he sank deep into her rubbing his shaft along the top of her tunnel and against her g-spot. Crying out, she wetted his shaft and heated it ablaze with her excitement. They moaned and made love for several hours until he finally shoved his cock head pass her cervix and filled her with his seed as well, finally completing the original command to mate with all the females in the pen. He finished with her and rolled to his side falling asleep.

"Just like a male," Mary commented, not realizing this was his fourth mating today. She fired up the computer and the same letter appeared. As she read the letter, finally able to understand it, she smiled climbing back into bed to cuddle with her new love.

From the glow of the monitor, one could make out: You will be physically attracted to sheep. Soon, this affection will grow and you will allow yourself to be mated with the first male willing to take you. You will care for him, and take care of all the others as if they were your own children. Once completed, you will make a tithe donation of everything that is excess to the Alcort Research Foundation.

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A hush fell over the crowd and the committee sat down. The chairwoman banged her gavel to get silence in the room. "After a long debate with my fellow members, we have concluded that there just isn't enough evidence to make a solid decision one way or the other that would ultimately decide the fact of millions of Americans. We, however, cannot in good conscience allow the race to suffer the pains without addressing their needs as well. Therefore, it is our decision that for a period of two years the Anthro community will have to make a choice of which side of allegiance they want to favor. During this time period, another committee will be formed to evaluate all the facts presented in this case. This committee will reconvene at the end of that time with the new facts and make a permanent decision. I would like to caution the Anthros that if they chose animal, then will be subject to the laws that apply to animals in what ever state they happened to live in. Thus a Californian Anthro would find them subject to the spayed and neutering law that went recently into effect. Meeting adjourned."

A stunned silence fell over the room as the members left. From the comforts of a limo, a small chuckle could be heard. Mr. Alcort called his assistant.

"Yes?" The assistant asked.

"Make sure the chairwoman's lobbying interests are well funded by a anonymous donation." Mr. Alcort told him.

"Right away, sir," the assistant replied.