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James Alexander Wilson could remember the day that the world had found out about anthropomorphized animals vividly. He had been six years old at the time with a thousand thoughts that had run through his mind that involved mainly the desire to play and be free of chores and rules. He'd been watching one of his favorite cartoons one early Saturday morning when his mother had erupted into the room and changed the channel to the news. He'd protested loudly despite the fact she was on the phone and been rewarded with a sharp swat on the rump when he'd struggled for the remote. Sullen, he had been forced to watch the man on TV talk until he saw his first glimpse of creatures he knew well. They were, after all, shown in most family movies. Human-animals with gaudy clothing and who stood erect on two legs. Yet the ones on TV had made his favored characters look like the poor copy they were.

A man-dog had been talking quietly into an army of microphones. He had a head that was of no particular breed, but boasted a broad stripe that ran down the muzzle. The eyes were dark brown and intelligent while the slightly shortened muzzle carefully formed words. The hands that gripped the podium were short fingered and seemed more paw like then any of his cartoons. He wore a brightly colored shirt that didn't look like any of the clothes grown-ups should wear and one angle of the camera had captured the slow wagging tail perfectly. He'd accepted it as simply another show his mother wanted him to watch. He'd wiped away his tears from his spanking and sulked as he watched the new show. It only took a few seconds to figure out it wasn't even that educational. Most of the words they used went over his head, instead he just studied the man-dog that was answering questions.

He hadn't realized it then, but he had seen the reordering of the world. The anthros had come out in Australia in a very public manner. There was no denying they existed and Lionel, the man-dog, had been firm in his desire to walk hand in hand into the new millennia as a member of society. He had spoken of helping scientists to understand and offered eagerly to personally participate in studies. It had been a glorious decade to grow up in. All around him the world shifted its perception of reality as anthros stepped into the world. It was jarring. Many people spoke of it with excitement, some with fear, some with disdain and some with ideas on how to make money. The anthros had lived in the world since the dawn of man in various guises. They had been known as spirit guides, the fae, tricksters and even gods in some cultures.

In the modern era they had been forced to scatter to the few places where men were few and far between. Finally they had stepped forward and Jim still wondered at the guts it must have taken to reveal themselves. It had been wise though. When he was a teenager he realized they had done it purposefully to make sure they weren't discovered quietly and pulled into government programs or into laboratories. They'd stepped into the light at first revealing only those animals that people identified as good and even tempered. Dogs, cats, horses, sheep. They seemed to be harmless and for the first few years advocating their rights had become a cause every celebrity was eager to endorse. They had asked for the right to vote, equal chances at work, to own property and to mingle with society. They faced hatred and scorn and returned it with a calm insistence that they were no different from humans.

Jim couldn't quite remember any point that had marked it going dark. Perhaps it had been started in one of the southern states who had put forth the demand that the government put for laws to rule over them. The first had been labeling any sexual encounter with an anthro and a human be termed bestiality and punishable by jail time. From there things had gone downhill. The entire time the anthros started to quietly show off their more exotic members. The large cats had been among the first and the wolves, but slowly there had been stranger creatures in the form of birds that walked like men and lizard people. As with all things, society started to slowly back away from the creatures. They were treated as pariahs due to their species and new laws that were meant to protect them never seemed to pass.

The anthros could be discriminated against. There was no law against that. They were rarely offered work and when they were it was of the most demeaning sort. Jim had noticed that most of them tended to work cleaning jobs or construction or even jobs in the sewers. Those were considered the lucky ones, the unlucky ones made a living however they could. Whatever they had hoped to achieve in coming out to the public had failed. They lived on the fringes of society in cities, but the bulk of them still lived in vast barren expanses of the world. Even they were not immune to the way of the world. In Europe it was supposedly better, but here they were forced off their land because they didn't and couldn't really 'own' it. There was even a movement hinting that since they were mostly animal they could be owned as easily as a dog or cat.

Jim gripped a bit harder against the Styrofoam cup in his hand as he yanked his musing away from those thoughts. He was sitting in the midst of a bustling coffee house right at the edge of the French Quarter. It wasn't Café du Monde, but it was a nice enough place. It was nice enough to come here to sip at his drink and work on his book. He glanced at the blinking cursor and the blank page before letting out a soft curse. Every time he started to write or thought about writing his book he found himself trailing away into other thoughts. His editor had given him an advance a year ago to write a book about the rise and fall of the anthros, but instead of facts he always came to his own experiences with them. His editor didn't want his feelings, what he wanted was cold hard facts about how they had come to the situation they were in. Ahh the situation they were in.

He lifted his eyes and looked out at the damp cobblestones that ran past the café and the glaring lights of the French Quarter that spilled over into the Garden District. It was impossible to not see them. Humans could pretend they didn't exist, but there they stood at the edge of the street lounging just out of view of the glow of the lamp. A pair of anthros talked quietly together. One was a cat and the other a mouse. It was a popular theme that he'd seen time and again here. Dogs and cats. Cats and mice. Hawks and song birds. The prostitutes paired up with an opposite to draw attention to themselves as well as offer a potential for someone to take them up as a pair. Humans seemed to enjoy opposites like that. This pair seemed a bit better off, but that didn't mean they were, by any means, well off. The mouse was barely clothed and even in the dark distance he could see the slightly oily sheen to the fur that came from a hard life on the streets.

Prostitution. When they had failed at finding most other jobs, they had found a new niche. They sold their own bodies to the perverts of humanity that wanted to taste the exotic. Most of the ones that had any dignity became exotic dancers. Jim almost gave a bitter laugh at that. Dignity! They were nothing more than a freak show, but they never complained. That was the odd part. They were quiet and submissive about their lot in life. History told him they should be quietly starting revolutions, demonstrations, fighting for equality, but they didn't. A few, like Lionel, tried to represent the anthros in Washington, but like anything in government it hadn't progressed nearly far enough. The ones like the pair waiting in the dark for someone to pay them for the evening seemed to accept and go along with it. That alone should be a warning for them.

As much as he could have felt pity for them, he also felt suspicious. He'd written books and articles that had toppled celebrities and politicians. Jim had earned a name for being a man who could sniff out the dirt if it was to be found. The furries, as humans dubbed them, reeked of something going on behind the scenes. They were too docile, too tame. They never held demonstrations or sought outside of their very proper representatives to enact change. Something was going on and he was supposed to find out what it was and market the book. His editor had paid handsomely which made him think that several higher ups in Washington wouldn't mind it being spread about. The fall of the anthros had been something they had pointed out would lead to the destruction of America and the decline of morals. He didn't care what they wanted, he just liked a pay check. He'd find what dirt there was to be had and use it however he could.

Yesterday evening he had bought a prostitute. Jim flexed his finger around his drink and felt his cheeks flush a deep vibrant red. He'd walked the French Quarter until he'd found a pony boy grinning at him lewdly from the open window of a bar. The little bay had winked a bright eye and boldly asked him if he were looking to have a ride. In all his years of writing, he had never thought he would do something like fumble for money and hire a prostitute. He had soothed his conscience in the fact he had only wanted to talk to the lad, nothing more. Nathan hadn't minded talking, he had been shocked, but the pony more than happily gave his story. He spoke about life as a prostitute without hesitation. He spoke of the women that wanted someone 'hung like a horse' and how men looked for the same. He told dirty little secrets of Jim's fellow humans with a jester's smile on his face as if enjoying the human's shocked face.

It had ended in a card being handed to him. Nathan had simply said if he wanted a real story to go to the club mentioned and ask for Rio. Even now Jim imagined he could feel the card in his pocket. It had been solid midnight blue with silver script laid over it with an address and the clubs name. Mirage. It sounded like a Vegas casino, but he knew it wasn't. The Mirage was the French Quarter's newest attraction and its business was booming. It was the first ever all anthro strip club and bar. Their employees danced in cages designed to look like zoo enclosures at the front of the club and rumor had it the upper stories held even more exotic pleasures then watching. The Mirage was the first anthro owned business he had ever really heard of, but no one could quite agree on who owned it. The name seemed to change with the source.

Jim swallowed the last of his coffee and wrinkled his nose at the taste of chicory that lingered on his tongue. The caffeine ran through his body jolting his mind into wakefulness. He had a book to write and if he wanted to get a unique perspective, the Mirage was the place to go. He left a tip on the table and swung his messenger bag over his head before slipping out onto the damp street. Even a block from the French Quarter he imagined he could smell the sharp stale scent of spilled alcohol and the press of bodies. He sighed a little as he set his feet in the direction of the river. He hated the French Quarter. He hated being around it and he hated the fact that it was the night before Halloween. He hated the fact it was Friday night. New Orleans was a city of sin to every traveler that got the gumption to travel into it. They forgot every ounce of civility and drenched themselves in excess.

His feet knew the way even as he kept his eyes open and flicked them automatically to each alley he passed. The moment he passed the old Ursaline convent and it's white washed walls and ancient towers he heard the beat of music that thrummed from Bourbon Street. It was a loud jangle of jazz and rock that wrapped together to form an unholy mingling of noise that made him wince. The crowd would be gathered there so thick that one would have to fight and push to get through it. It was like that nearly every night no matter what holiday it was, but on the weekends it was the worst. He didn't bother trying to push his way through that busy street, the place he was looking for was down further towards the river. Not that he had much fear that he would miss it. The Mirage was new, but already its façade was unmistakable.

The lights weren't the harsh neon of many strip clubs, instead it had a decadently old appearance that he approved of. Gas lamps flickered in front of it every three feet so that the glow was cast onto the side walk. The name of the club was made of carved wood with flowing script that trailed into an image of sand and a cluster of palm trees. It looked as if the building had stepped out of the nineteenth century. He saw it often during the daylight hours and the brightly dressed dancers that paced the cages at the front for the tourists. Then it had looked almost like a strange zoo that combined the air of a freak show. Tonight it revealed another personality altogether. One that made his heart beat faster as he walked beneath the overhang and tried not to glance to his right.

A pair of matched lionesses crouched in the faux jungle with nothing more than a pair of thongs that matched their fur completely. They paced the moment he started to walk by, but not with the alluring sexual invitations of most dancers. They stalked with their heads held low and on all fours mimicking true lions, yet from what he saw they made those movements sensual. Sensual and deadly. Muscles rippled over them and their pale eyes seemed to narrow in on him hungrily. For a single moment he had the desire to run away from them. His heart speeded up and he felt a trickle of sweat run along his collar as he tried not to noticeably hurry his steps. They didn't seem to care, they followed until the end of the wall and then turned to go back to the start. He let out a sigh of relief as he came to the front door and the heavy bodied and very human bouncer that stood there.

"Hello..." Jim felt suddenly awkward. What was he doing here? He hated strip clubs and that damned pony was probably leading him on a wild goose chase. The owner of the Mirage was a fellow who valued his privacy. Even the ownership of the building was routed through no less than five different companies.

"Twenty." The bouncer barely glanced down at him as he stepped to one side in preparation to unhooking the red velvet rope.

"Ah, I'm not here for the strip club." The writer fumbled into his back pocket for the business card Nathan had given him. The pony had assured him he could hand it over, ask for Rio and he'd meet the owner himself. What better place to find the dirt than with someone that was so obviously hiding himself? "I was told to ask for Rio." He shoved the card towards the large bald man.

"Rio eh?" The bouncer squinted down at the card for a moment. "One second."

Jim struggled not to nervously tug at his clothing as the large man turned to one door and opened it. The sudden rush of sound nearly knocked him on his heels as it flowed past him and nearly made his ears pop. He expected that the man would get Rio or ask if he was expecting someone. He tried not to look as nervous as he felt. He didn't exactly have an appointment. To his shock the man shoved the card under a black light and stared down at it intently for a moment. He didn't even look at the front, he was looking at the back. The man relaxed entirely at that. So there must be a VIP marking on the back, that's what got him in. After several moments and several exchanged words a door ten feet away opened up.

"Ya comin' up ta see Rio, darlin'?" The jaguar that stepped out was covered in vivid rosettes and spots along his body. Emerald green eyes looked at him from over a blunt whiskered muzzle as the creature held the door open. The only thing that he wore was a spill of emerald silk in the form of a loin cloth that set off the eyes and a heavy golden necklace with turquoise set inside of the soft metal. He almost looked like an Aztec god with the way he posed languidly and the gold glittered in the firelight. Probably cheap plastic, but it looked real enough in the firelight.

"Indeed I am...ah.." He hesitated as he came to the door that was opened to reveal a set of narrow stairs.

"Let's go up then, shall we, darlin'? Don't want to freeze out here." The masculine voice held the hint of a rich purr and the way the eyes slid along Jim made him flush. The same way the damned pony had first looked at him. One of the things he'd noticed was the liberal scattering of gay men or at least bisexual ones in the anthro world. A good chapter in his book.

"Your name?" He prompted again as the graceful cat turned and started to lead him up the stairs. He had to struggle to hold the heavy metal door open just to get through into the blessedly air conditioned stair way.

"Spot." The word came back with more humor as the stairs twisted up onto a second floor and then a third. He had to half run up the stairs to keep up with the easy loping grace of the jaguar.

"Don't yank my chain." He panted out as "Spot" came to the top of the stairs and a richly paneled door. The intense green eyes studied him for a moment before a smile curled his lips flashing the large white fangs.

"That isn't all I'd yank, handsome." The flirting remark came before one paw-like hand pushed the door slightly ajar. "Rio's through there."

"Shouldn't I be announced? Or let him know I'm here before pushing me in?" The writer shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Oh he loves guests, he'll be just fine with you, darlin'. Just don't get too close, he bites when he's in a mood." With that 'promising' advice the jaguar turned around and glided down the stairs, but about half way up he seemed to disappear. Jim squinted slightly to see the slightly darker rectangle of a door way.

The writer stood there for a long moment hovering on the edge of indecision. On the one hand, the owner of the bar was supposedly just behind the door. On the other, they could be playing a joke on him or Nathan had and there was really some obscure prostitute waiting for him. Or even the pony's pimp. Rumor had it that this club was run by someone powerful in the anthro community. The man held the reins on a large fortune, a rarity among the furry community, and hosted a club where anything you could dream would be possible. If there were any secrets, this person would have them. The entire club seemed ripe with sin, that alone was good enough for an entire chapter on how they were encouraging bestiality! The man drew a breath and opened the door slowly before taking a step towards his neck paycheck.

Opulence, decadence and hedonism assaulted him the moment he stepped onto the pristinely polished floors. Jim froze for a moment with his eyes bulging slightly at the sight. He'd been raised in a small modest town, with good values and a mother who had barely kept enough money to keep a roof over his head. In his time as a writer he had often been amused and disgusted by the excess of the famous, but this made his mind reel for a moment. The entire room was paneled in rich cherry wood that gleamed in pale lights that were heavily shaded. The air was thick with a sweet scent of incense and a sharper more pungent musk of something animalistic. The floor gave way to thick red carpet, but it was the scene before his eyes that made his breath come faster and his cheeks flush hotly.

He'd expected a desk of some sort, or even a bar, something that was business like. Even the most taboo of establishments should have held something that hinted at the business being run. Instead he walked into a thick spill of a fabric that ran over a massive round bed that held pride of place in the center of the room. There was no bed frame or posts, instead it was held by glittering silver chains that stood out against the rich purples, blues and crimsons of the sheets and pillows. The silver of the chains picked out the far wall which held more chains, swords, blades, bridles, bits, and more leather then he had ever dreamed imaginable. He'd seen enough adult shops to recognize restraints, but there were also full masks and what looked like a hanging set of hooves. There were saddles and thin glass rods, small glittering cages that he could imagine would go somewhere uncomfortable that held spikes. Everything that he could possibly imagine to cause pain or trap a person hung there.

Jim's eyes were only distracted briefly by the lewd display of toys, what truly caught his attention made the blood pound along his face. The bed was not without occupants. A pale naked woman was wrapped in chains and leather with her legs spread with a bar and the restraints on her ankles hooked on a bar that hung above them. Her arms were tied to one of the support chains while her mouth was firmly sealed with a leather bit and a strange bridle like device. Her upturned thighs were red and streaked with thin lines while a riding crop lay tossed to one side. The sound of her cries came steadily as above her a midnight black horse rose and fell in a flagrant display of sexuality. It, no his, entire form was arched over her as the man watched his hips drag back flashing a slimy ebony cock before forcing it back into her.

In the dim light his body gleamed brightly as his hands gripped her upturned ass hard enough that the thick tipped fingers dug into her flesh. Her eyes were spread open wide and for the life of him, he couldn't tell if it was fear or desire glazing them over. The muscles rippled over the dark hide as her body was impaled time and again with all the ferocity of a wild animal. The bed itself rocked back and forth so the chains jingled almost merrily above the pair of them. The woman's hands gripped against the chain and her eyes fluttered shut as the beast started to speed up his thrusts. The sounds of rough grunts rang in the air and were perfectly timed with the fall of the horses hips as he crashed down against her. His eyes dropped down unable to look away from the joining while at the same time trying to find the strength to bolt.

Her muffled scream and the lewd sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh made him stumble back a little bit. The equine was facing away from him, but that didn't make it any better. He could see how horribly far the woman was stretched and the painful spread of her outer folds. Her wetness glittered along his cock while the slippery slime of his precum marred her inner thighs. The horse's head suddenly drew back and the room rang with a feral squeal before the anthro held still. Jim felt as if he were locked in a trance as he watched the heavy black sack heave upwards and the pale human girl shudder under the creature. The flash that he could see of the cock pulsed while the male, Rio he assumed, ground himself forward with a sharp hiss. The writer's small town mind crumbled slightly. He had covered sex scandals in the past, but this seemed beyond one man hopping in bed with another man's wife. He started to try to back away silently when he watched one tapered ear twist back.

"Ahh company." The voice that came out was surprisingly rich and deep. It cut off any chance of him bolting without being notice.. "Lizette, we have company."

The man-horse moved a thick fingered hand down and to his horror suddenly drove it up against the girl's ass so that she let out a muffled scream as it struck. The reddened hand print blossomed into view as Rio started to step back. Jim wanted to turn his head around. He wanted to avert his eyes from the sight. He couldn't. The softening cock dragged backwards from the girl with a sickening slick sound while one dark hand gripped her hip to hold her in place. He'd seen pictures and even soft porn of anthros before, but never had he seen one in real life. The cock didn't look human, it looked purely animal. To his surprise the tip was massive and almost bell shaped as it pulled out of the girl and let out a slow drool of pearly cum that ran in a strand from her sex to his tip. He hadn't even bothered using a condom! When he moved he saw the bruised marking on the pale shoulder where the equine had held her like a mare. It was disgusting.

"Have you nothing to say?" The voice came again as the equine turned around and he found himself taking a step back.

He'd seen horse anthros before. They seemed to mimic their real life counter parts for the most part. They came in every color of the rainbow, so seeing a black wasn't that odd. Yet the moment Rio turned around he realized something was wrong with the creature. He had forced his eyes away from the creature's groin only to find himself staring into a pair of vividly red eyes. The pupils seemed pinned down to points making them all the more strange looking in the darkness of the face. A wisp of a beard curled beneath the chin while the lips were parted in a smile that showed sharp curved teeth instead of flat ones. His eyes darted all over Rio searching for more horse like features, but it made his stomach turn. It was as if someone had created an abomination of a horse. The hooves were split into two, the tail was a ropey long lions tail, and there was a livid bare patch of flesh that scarred his forehead.

"I-I came looking for Rio." The moment the words left his mouth he tried to snag them back. He was stuttering!

"Mmm there is no Rio here," The large equine stepped around to the side of the bed and ran his blunt fingers down the girls flesh. To his horror she flinched away from it before shivering almost as if she enjoyed it. Was she a prisoner or did she wish these sorts of games? Could he call the police or would the stallion silence him before he could.

Jim tried to make sense of what the creature was saying. No Rio? Was Rio coming? Was this his body guard or just another customer? He found his eyes flickering down to watch as the heavy black cock softened and pulled upwards. The still flared tip drooled silvery droplets of cum along the inner thigh as it drew higher. The thick drops clung and spread a sharp musk on the air that made him breath faster. It didn't hang flaccid, instead he could see the heavy pouch of a sheath hanging from the lower belly. The opening strained to let the cock hang free. He kept his eyes away from the naked and ravaged girl despite the fact her sex was lewdly presented to him still leaking from her partner's pleasure. He knew some humans enjoyed sex with the furries, it was simple fact, but he'd never seen a furry take the role of aggressor. In most cases they were prostitutes that were hired out or they were shameful love pairings on the edge of society. Not like this.

"I..was mistaken. I'll leave.." He didn't stutter, point for him. He took a step back when musical baritone laughter spilled behind him.

"I don't think you will. You have questions in your eyes, human. Come, come sit with me. Maybe I will answer some." The invitation was plain, but Jim managed to take another step forward away from the scene. There was no way he'd sit on the edge of a bed in this room of torture with a recently violated girl chained to the bed. He'd get out of here, call the cops and perhaps they'd be able to do something about it.

"I'll come back when I can speak with Rio." He kept his voice firm as he took another step and the back of his neck prickled slightly. Would the stallion grab him?

"There is no Rio. Rio is a very useful ghost that handles all my private affairs." This time the stallion sounded more amused. "I know who you are. You're the man that has been ghosting the French Quarter listening to all the nasty little rumors that tend to float here."

"If you're not Rio then who are you?" Jim's heart beat started to pound faster. So the owner was as much of a sexual deviant as rumor had it. Here was his story, here was his chance to be able to retire for life! His editor would pay him double or triple to get his hands on this. "I've been interviewing anthro's yes."

"Kalan, you may call me Kalan." The sound of hoof beats came closer and he turned just in time to see the nude sweat glossed creature stand next to him. The perfume of equine and the musk of sex thick on the air as the tip still hung half from his heavy sheath. "My dear Lizette, you were glorious as always." He paused to blow a kiss at the girl chained to the bed. "I shall be awhile, you be a dear and let Robert know when he comes in that I want the bed raised will you? Of course you will." The stallion stared down at him showing sharp fanged teeth. "Now, Mr. Wilson, let's go talk somewhere more private?"

"You know my name?" Jim's voice rose up in pitch slightly as the stallion walked forward almost flaunting his nudity before opening up a door that was a few feet away from the first. "How do you know I'm not some man that just found his way up here?"

"Because I invited you, Mr. Wilson." The stallion tilted his head to one side while the eyes seemed to mock him. He turned his head to one side. The strange reddish gaze unsettled him. No creature in nature besides hawks had that vivid a color eye.

"I wasn't invited. I was told about this place so I came looking for answers." Jim saw the dim light spilling from the next room as the long leonine tail gave a slow curl back and forth.

"I invited you. I've had many out with their eye on you, it was only a matter of time before you found the guts to talk to one of them. It took a little longer than I thought, but you have excellent tastes." The equine head tilted slyly to one side. "Nathan is a lovely boy isn't it? Did he meet all your expectations?"

"I...I would never! I did nothing of the sort! I needed an informant." His cheeks flared hotly and it was made worse by the sudden whicker of amusement. "You wanted to have me here?"

"Of course, I've been wanting to meet with you." The dark red eyes stared into his own. "I knew you'd find your way here eventually, and I believe I can give you exactly what you've been asking for."

As Jim watched the mobile equine lips curve up in a smile he froze. No matter what the differences in species, that smile was unmistakable. The serpent must have smiled to Eve that way. Wicked and promising of something desired. The dim light made the features appear almost demonic and he suddenly felt small and slightly afraid. He had grown used to the anthros in town being mild and calm, sweet and submissive. Here was a creature that set every instinct he had on alert that something was wrong. If he were wise he'd turn around and walk out of here. Yet he couldn't. The sweet siren song of money made him draw in a shuddering breath before taking the first step forward. The next room couldn't possibly be any more disturbing the one he had just left. And it might just hold the answers that he was seeking.

The room that he was led too wasn't like one he had ever seen before. The sides of the room were walled in some dark wood with ornate patterns carved in it. The lights were muted, but he could make out a reddish coloration to the wood that matched the thick red carpet beneath his feat. A pair of chairs at in front of a fire, while the rest of the room was dominated by a large black desk with papers scattered over it. Behind it a large ornate filing case was set against the wall far enough out of the light that it didn't immediately stick out. It looked like a strange mix a businessman's office and something out a Victorian movie. Jim shook his head a few times to clear it as the nude stallion walked by him and plucked up a robe to slide around his body. It was almost a relief to have the naked creature covered, except he didn't do the sash up. Instead he sank into one of the chairs by the fire and gestured towards the other.

"Make yourself comfortable." Kalan stretched out before plucking up a dark liquor bottle and gave it a testing shake. "Come on, man, I'm not going to bite. Well, at least not yet."

"Uh..comforting." Jim edged into the room hesitantly and flicked his eyes towards the other chair before sliding into it. "I'll try to be brief. I know you must be busy."

"Hardly." The stallion glanced at him before pouring a thick amber liquid into two glasses. "I'm never too busy to speak to someone who's been interviewing so many of my kind. It makes me wonder why you're so concerned about our story."

"That's why you invited me here? So I could interview you?" Jim shifted on the edge of the seat and watched as one of the glasses was set within his reach. "No thank you."

"I insist." The stallion leaned forward. "Interview? Perhaps. As I said, my dear Mr. Wilson, I've wanted to meet you for a long time. The word in the French Quarter is you are writing a sort of article about us."

"Yes. I am." Jim picked up the glass and held it lightly in his fingers. He didn't want to drink it, but what else was he going to do? He forced himself to tip the glass back just enough that the edge of the drink brushed against his lips before lowering it. "I want to know what goes on behind the scenes. I want to know what the underworld to your community is like."

"Ahh that." Kalan flicked his eyes to the glass. "It's not wise to insult my hospitality, Mr. Wilson." Jim winced and forced himself to raise the glass and take a sip. For a moment all he could taste was the rich rush of peaches on his tongue with a gentle sting of alcohol. Far more pleasant than he had anticipated. "Now you may ask a question."

"What are you?!" The words escaped him before he could stop them. He glanced up at the flat furless patch of flesh on the creature's forehead before looking down again.

"I was a unicorn. Once." The stallion's thick malleable lips curved up in a smile. "I wasn't a very good one so I was punished by having my horn removed. I think they wanted to make me look like a horse. As you can see, it had some lingering effects."

"They don't exist." Jim frowned and then set the glass down in annoyance. "Did you get surgical work done?"

"Of course they exist. Many creatures exist, Mr. Wilson." The strange stallion's tail coiled next to his legs in a strangely prehensile manner. No cat tail had that sort of control. "We let you human's see the best of us. The calmest of our kind were the ones to step into the lime light. Much like young Nathan. We want you to see us as harmless rather than something to fear."

"Why?" He leapt onto the offered information and leaned forward. This was exactly what he wanted, what he needed.

"Why? Why?!" The dark head was thrown back before a strange whickering laugh erupted out. "Humans are such adorable things. Do you think I would instill a sense of compassion? Do you think a dragon would make others support them? We would be feared. Those who help lead our community don't want us to be ousted as a race of monsters. And I assure you, Mr. Wilson, there are many creatures your kind would put that label on. Mythology is strangely accurate in some regards. Disconcertingly so."

"And you don't agree with it?" He slipped out his small recorder and pressed the button discreetly from the side.

"I agree with it completely. Your past is riddled with people that are different from yourselves that end up on the short end of the stick. I spent enough of my youth in hiding, I have no wish to spend the rest of my life evading men with guns." The stallion picked up his glass and gestured with a finger towards Jim's so that he took up his own. "I find it easier to work behind a ghost rather than take the lime light personally."

"You're not worried that others will find out you exist? Or what they'll do when they read my article?" Jim set the glass down after taking a small sip. The sweet taste of peaches lingered on his tongue as he tried to make sense of what Kalan was telling him.

"No, I'm not worried. I think one article won't prove a thing about the existence of other races. Some might believe it, but the general public won't. And those that do believe..." The stallion suddenly curled his lips up so that the sharp fangs caught the fire light. "Will find their way to me."

"Why do you care?" The stallion raised his drink to his lips again and Jim followed suit less reluctantly. The liquor was warm and sweet as he swallowed a larger sip. It sent a line of warmth down to his stomach and made the world tingle pleasantly.

"I like humans. I find them enjoyable to be around and often spend hours speaking with them of important subjects." The stallion tapped a finger lightly on the curve of armrest. "It also helps me keep my fingers in various politics if some few know about me. I'm sure others will disagree, but it's ensured I have a well-run club and am able to maintain an air of neutrality that allows those of all species pass through my doors. I assure you, Mr. Wilson, part of my pleasure with human company is greed."

"Honest of you." Jim leaned back in the chair as he felt himself relaxing just a touch more. "So I'm just a means to that end?"

"No, you're not." The stallion stood up and the robe flickered against his dark body. "But we'll discuss that later, Mr. Wilson."

"You invited me here to talk with me just to say a handful of cryptic hints?" Jim felt his tongue a bit thickly against the roof of his mouth. The fire light danced behind the stallion causing shadows to ripple around the dark form. It was almost entrancing. He found himself watching them more than concentrating on the fact that Kalan had come in closer.

"No, I invited you here and to speak with me to make sure you had a drink with me." The stallion's face loomed larger in his blurring vision. "Fascinating thing, drugs. You humans are susceptible to so many and with so many different results."

"Wha-?" Jim's tongue tripped over the words as a hand slid to the side to take the recorder from his lax hand. Everything felt surreal and heavy. What was happening?

"Good night, Mr. Wilson, I think you'll understand my enjoyment of humans when you wake up." The deep voice followed him down a long well of darkness.

Jim let out a sharp short yell as his body snapped into wakefulness. He lunged forward and felt his arms held in place by something on either side of his legs. His eyes bulged as he stared around wildly at the dimly lit sitting room and tried to stop his racing heart. His head ached like someone had shoved an ice pick through his eye and his body felt as though it were one large bruise. He knew he'd been drugged, but it didn't feel like he'd been drugged. His mind felt sharp and strangely alert as he tried to shift himself and realized that he was pressed back against something hard and brick like. He turned his head a little to one side and then the other realizing that he was pressed up against a wall. What the hell had happened to him after he lost consciousness.

When he tried to look down he found that he couldn't. The movement forward pressed his forehead against a band that held him firmly in place. He could only move it the smallest amount and shift it from side to side in an attempt to see his arms. That made him aware of the fact that restraints were fastened along his stomach, over his upper legs and lower legs, and on his arms. His entire body had been shoved up against a wall and hung in place as if he were some sort of gruesome picture frame! As he struggled back and forth another very uncomfortable realization hit him. He was completely and utterly nude. He could feel the stone wall against his naked ass and when he wriggled the stone behind him scraped slightly against his shoulders. Not good. Definitely not good.

The sound of typing made him look to one side and saw that the massive desk was in the same place with the familiar stallion seated in the large chair. His face was strangely illuminated with the white light coming from the screen as his fingers pecked over the keyboard with surprising swiftness. His ears were flicked in Jim's direction, but his eyes seemed locked on the screen rather than paying attention to his prisoner. What the hell was wrong with this creature? Everything he'd ever known about the anthros suddenly seemed to be reordered by a creature who was obviously the opposite of what he'd always assumed. After a few more clicks the red eyes flickered towards him and the creature pushed the chair back so he could give a long full bodied stretch.

"You've been out some time. I was beginning to wonder if I'd miscalculated the dosage." Kalan slid his hands down to rest on his naked stomach. "Spiking a drink is a lamentable way to administer a drug, but I doubted you'd open your mouth and willingly take a pill. And I detest needles."

"What the fuck?!" Jim yelled, or at least he tried to yell. The sound came out strangled and sounded strange to his own ears. Something hard and leather was shoved into his mouth! He pushed his tongue against it roughly.

"Mmm..." The strange equine leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk and perched his muzzle on the back of his knuckles. "I do love the company of humans. Especially new ones..."

"Sir?" A knock on the door heralded a small mouse poking her head into the room. Hope swelled in Jim's chest as he tried to lean forward to get the creature's attention.

"Yes? I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." The stallion looked annoyed and he watched the small mouse shrink in on herself.

"I'm sorry, Sir, you told me you wanted me to pick up something from you?" The large dark eyes flicked towards Jim and he tried to get her attention by widening his eyes and tilting his head as far as he could towards his restraints.

"Ahh sorry, Kessy, yes!" The stallion lifted his chin from the back of his hands before leaning to one side and standing up. In one finger he held a familiar pale object. His flash drive. As he watched the stallion dropped the device into a brown envelope and scratched something onto the front. "Please take this to the address indicated would you? Use those clever little feet of yours to make sure you aren't seen in the process."

"Of course. Is that all?" The mouse kept her eyes lifted up towards the equines face and Jim didn't blame her. Why the hell didn't he put on some cloths?

"Lock the upper door on your way out. Tell whoever is in control of this watch that I don't want to be disturbed. They know the procedures." The mouse gave a nod before she bolted. She didn't even look over at him again.

For a moment the dark creature stared at the closed door as if he were thinking before stepping forward to make sure it was closed. His fingers flicked a lock shut at the top and then again at the bottom. Fear clutched in the man's stomach as he watched that. Had this just been a trick to lure him here and do away with him? Why had he even drank anything Kalan had offered? It was clear the creature was some sort of mad man! He started to shake slightly as he watched him pat the door once before turning to face him. The same smile that had lured him into the room graced the muzzle as his eyes looked up and then slowly down. The look was incredibly sensual and it made a rush of heat flood to his face in response.

"Lovely." The dark unicorn breathed out softly. "Far better than I had anticipated. Tell me, do you know the old legends of unicorns?" The stallion paused as Jim glared at him and finally gave a short nod of his head. "Ahh good, I suppose though I should refresh you a little."

He watched in horror as the equine paced towards him to come within touching range. A finger touched just under his chin and trailed its way down. It was oddly gentle and raised goose bumps along his skin until he started to shiver in reaction. He sucked in a breath as the finger ran down the middle of his chest and then the entire hand slid along his stomach. The red eyes looked down and seemed to linger there far longer than he was comfortable with. He didn't want Kalan touching him! What the hell was he thinking? Was this some sort of strange revenge for how his kind was treated? He'd never touched an anthro in any way other than a handshake. He tried to suck in his stomach to avoid the intrusive touch, but the stallion only whickered with laughter.

"There's an old story about how you could lure a unicorn with a pure woman. There's a grain of truth to that story as there are to most stories. Unicorns will sense a pure young girl and be drawn to them." The eyes flicked up to look in Jim's eyes. "I always was a bit strange. You see, I love human women. They're soft and sweet to the touch. When I was younger I was rather taken with one that was doing her wash near a river and went to greet her. She was so sweet and found me lovely when I approached her. I found her irresistible! It was almost a sort of madness that overtook me and in the end I took her for myself. She was sweeter than any mare I could have claimed and the way she struggled..." The creature gave a shiver that made Jim's stomach turn. "Yes, I love human company. That's how I was turned out from my people. For my perversions."

Jim wanted to say a few things about the perversions of the unicorn. He'd seen them in action, but the words died behind the gag. The fingers on his stomach slipped lower and he tried to struggle forward as they traced along his thighs. This close the scent of horse clung to the air and mingled with that same musk of sex he'd tasted in the other room. He tried to turn his head to one side as the other hand came into view and tugged lightly at the gag. It started to loosen as the hand slid upwards and thick fingers brushed along his loins. The thick fingers curved inwards to where his shaft should have been. Where it should have been and was missing. Instead he felt intimately as fingers slipped upwards and almost started to press him...her open. The gag fell free as she let out a sharp cry of protest and denial.

"You make a singularly lovely girl. Lizette will be jealous I think. She's been the head of my harem for nearly three years now, but you have spice to you." The words were nearly hissed against his cheek as the finger rubbed harder and Jim let out a choking sound.

"What did you do?!" The words came out high pitched and soft. A female voice. Oh sweet god of mercy a female's voice.

"I gave you all that you should be. I can't have you sniffing around us, but I can contain you. Did you know that magic and science make a fitting pairing? Before this age I could never have accomplished this, but I'm being rude!" The fingers that were rubbing over her mound slipped away leaving her shaking. "I want you to see what you've become. Each time I get just a bit better I think."

When Kalan stepped away she was horrified to see the heavy pouch of the sheath was showing the thick dark glans slipping free. It was like some twisted dream out of her worst nightmares come true. No, this was worse than anything she could think up. The equine stepped to the wall opposite of her and pulled on a length of cord that pulled back curtains from a mirror set in the wall. A mirror that faced her. A mirror that showed a stranger. She stared in mute horror at the woman bound against the wall. Her hair was still short and the same color, but her body was changed. It was full and curved with a broad pair of hips and heavy breasts against the chest. Her legs were spread and held against the wall showing off the soft mound that the stallion had been stroking. Every part of her body was covered in soft curves rather than hard angles. As if to prove the vision was true she watched herself shake her head as much as she was able to in denial.

"Oh god.." She groaned out and closed her eyes tightly against the vision. She willed herself to wake up from the dream she was trapped in.

"There is no god here, only me." Kalan's bass rumble made her shiver as the dull sound of hooves on carpet came clearer. "I suppose you're angry, but that will pass. It always does, my treasure."

"Let me go! You can't do this!" The female voice sounded strange in her ears as she yelled the words. "It's against the-"

"Law? The law doesn't know I exist and I doubt that anyone will remember one human coming here out of the many that come and go." The stallion's muzzle leaned in and she felt the soft muzzle brush her shoulder as he drew in a breath. "I will never tire of this scent. New and fresh, untouched."

"You can't do this!" She wailed in denial. "People will look for me! They won't stop until they find me!"

"Why would they look for you? You gave them your account information for your final payment and the completed commission. No one would blame you for wanting to take a long trip." The stallion's hand moved up and she felt the strap of leather on her head loosen so she could lower her head. It didn't help that lowering it meant she was staring at her own full breasts.

"Please, let me go! Change me back!" To her horror she felt tears start to sting her eyes. "I didn't mean anything against you."

"Ahhh I don't want to let you go. I'm going to keep you like all my treasures. You'll find I can be a kind Master or a harsh one. You'll soon learn all the joys of this lovely body." The stallion's words almost purred to her as one of his large hands slid up to trace along her body.

She tried to pull away, but the remaining restraints kept her still as the hand brushed up and cupped one of her breasts. She looked away at the dark hoof tipped fingers that dug in against the pale flesh, but couldn't evade the way the palm of the hand pressed against her nipple. There was a shock of pleasure as it brushed back and forth and she writhed slightly trying to pull away from it as the stallion kneaded the flesh almost gently. She drew in a sharper breath as the other hand trailed down to run his nails along her thighs. It was almost gentle the way they teased against her flesh and she writhed for a moment before letting out a groaning cry. The scent of him filled her head and something about the touch of his fingers against him started to make her body flush with heat. Her cheeks burned as he ran his fingers up to cup her mound.

He kneaded her outer folds much as he kneaded her breasts. The slow purposeful movements that seemed designed to make her twist and buck against the wall. Her eyes squeezed closed as much as she could as she felt a finger slide between her folds and curl upwards. The pad of the finger brushed against something so sensitive that she let out a sharp cry and her entire body lurched against the restraints. He circled and teased her while she started to breathe faster and opened her eyes to try and reason with the creature. When her eyes opened she found herself staring at the mirror and her reddened face. It left little to the imagination as she could see the fingers working against her flesh and much more she could see a glistening wetness against the tips of the fingers that rolled between her folds.

"Stop," She managed the words in a breathy pant and Kalan lifted his head with a rich chuckle.

"Oh I don't think so." He leaned in and his thick tongue slid against her neck leaving a trail of wetness as the finger at her folds slipped lower and pushed upwards.

"OH GOD!" Her words came out in a short shriek as she felt the finger pushing into her. Her walls opened up around something that felt far too thick and she twisted her body.

"I told you, I am the only god here." The muzzle at her neck suddenly opened and teeth gripped against her neck. They held her flesh firmly as Jim felt the finger pushing up a bit more firmly.

She wasn't prepared for the sensation as the digit slid inside of her. She could feel herself stretching around it as she sucked in a ragged breath and her muscles tensed up. The teeth on her neck let go only to slide down to nuzzle into her breasts. The ears flicked backwards as she felt soft lips wrap around her nipple before the teeth captured the hard nub of flesh and pinched down on it. She tried to fight off the sensations, but the stallion seemed to know how to coax her into giving in as his finger twisted and lightly slid along a patch inside of her. The fluttering movements made her contract her muscles tightly around him and choke back a sound. She felt the wetness making the digit even more slippery as he pushed her into a state of arousal. Every sly turn of phrase that she might have made to talk her way out of the situation was slipping away.

The finger slid back and forth steadily, the gentle thrusts sending shudders through her as the hot breath washed over her breasts. A thick tongue flicked out to swirl over the skin followed by the brush of soft fur. She'd never wanted to get this close to an anthro, but suddenly all she could think about was the scent of him. The feel of his touch against her heated body no matter what her mind was screaming at her. She closed her eyes as the tongue trailed a wet line upwards between her breasts and the finger slid from her passage and brushed along her stomach. Where he touched wetness was left glistening on her skin until he pulled back away from her leaving her shaking against the wall. Humiliation filled her as she glared at him in outrage only to find her gaze forced downwards.

His hands were cupping beneath her sheath as he watched her and she could see the thickened cock dropping from it. He ran his fingers beneath the head as inch by slow inch spilled out to hang over the pouch. The thick tip weighed the curve of the shaft while blood pumped into it causing it to swell. The hand that held the wet digits moved up to smear the wetness over the tip and swirled it over the opening found there. She wanted to look away, but much like the first time she had seen him she couldn't. It was so utterly alien in her mind that she couldn't find the will to stop watching as the stallions shaft pulsed thicker. She could see a thicker ring in the middle as it formed a curved arch. She drew in a ragged breath as she watched a thick silvery drop of precum well out from the tip.

"I'll never tire of that smell.." The stallion's voice was harsh and almost strangled and her eyes jerked up to find his nostrils flared. "Sweet, pure, untouched...lovely."

"You can't!" She pulled her head back until she felt it hit against the brick wall as the stallion relaxed his touch on his shaft and it flexed upwards to hit lightly against his stomach.

"I very much can." His hand reached out and she saw precum on his fingers as he slid it up behind her head.

His fingers dug into her hair until she let out a hiss when he gripped it almost too hard and pulled her head down. She could see the line of her body and most of all she could see the heavy equine shaft coming closer to her. His other hand wrapped round his base as he brushed her stomach with the tip and adorned it with strands of precum that drooled down along her navel. It had seemed massive when she'd watched him on top of the girl in the other room. Now it seemed terrifying when it came to the fact he intended on using it on her. She tried to jerk her head back up, but the hold on her hair wouldn't let her. He gripped harder as she watched the tip brush down between her legs before she felt the first brush of it trailing against her outer folds. Jim sucked in a breath as the hot precum dribbled out and drops it slid down along her inner thigh. A low snort came from the stallion before he rolled his hips forcing the tip up snug against her before his hand released his base and moved up to rest on the wall.

"Look at me, girl." The hand on the back of her neck tugged until she was staring less than an inch away from the pitch black face. "I want to watch you when I take you."

The pinned pupils looked almost crazed as he stared at her and the hot snorts sounded more animal like as his hips rolled. She could feel him grinding up against her folds and started to push on them. She tried to jerk her head away from looking at him, but the hold on her forced her to stare as he curled his lips back to bare his teeth and gave a harder roll. Her folds stretched open before she felt the too large cock tip shoved up against her opening. Her breathing sped up and she choked out a sob as the driving push started to pry her open. The virginal skin strained open wider as her passage was penetrated. It ached as she choked out a noise and was rewarded with a hot splash of viscous precum that spilled from him and drooled into her passage.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for this sensation. She'd never even attempted anything as a guy that would make her ready for being violated like this. The thick head was squeezed down until the stallion lunged forward in an almost violent movement that resulted in a lewd popping sound. She screamed out in reaction as the cock plunged into her. The first few inches of girth spread her open so wide that she jerked against the wall and clenched down trying to force it back out. Kalan rolled his hips slowly back and forth rubbing the thickened glans inside of her until he coaxed back a brush of the earlier pleasure he'd forced her to experience. His hand left the back of her head and moved up to the wall before he gave another thrust and she felt the heavy cock slipping deeper inside of her body.

It inched its way higher into her. The slow stretching made her shudder as the tip seemed to drool out an almost steady stream of precum that was pumped into her body. The furred chest pushed up against her own and she felt the stroke of his body against her nipples as his hands dropped down to grip her hips. The stallion went slowly as each thrust forward gained more ground before drawing back. His cock rubbed and pulled along her passage stroking nerves she'd never had before as she contracted and massaged around him. Her heart started to pound faster as he pushed in again and she felt the thickened medial ring push right up against her clit. It ground down against it until she groaned out and her entire body shuddered. Her eyes snapped open again when he pulled backwards and she heard a slick lewd noise.

She stared at herself in the mirror and saw in detail the large dark animalistic creature in front of her. The cock plunged into her body and her folds stretched open to wrap around him as wetness spilled down him each time he overfilled her. It was as if she was watching him again with the woman in the next room, only this time she felt his cock tip driving into her body. The stallion let out a groan and drew his hips back until she felt the thick tip tugging along her passage. Her walls clamped down harder around him as she watched her outer lips bulging slightly in his attempt to pull out entirely when he suddenly drove upwards again. The thrust rocked her against the wall as she let out a ragged cry. The fingers bit against her hips as Kalan began to drive into her with all the ferocity she had witnessed in him before.

She let out a harsh sound as the hips slapped up against her and each inch of the ebony cock drove into her. The tip battered up against her cervix almost painfully before he started to pull out again. The thickness of the tip coupled with the spread of the medial ring sent sparks of pleasure through her as they pulled and rubbed along her passage. She found herself jerking her hips from her position against the wall as he forward to meet her. His hot breath washed against her shoulder as his nails raked down along her outer thighs in a rough motion. The slight pain faded into the pleasure as the slime of his precum mingled thickly with her own wetness. She could feel the mixture lathering up around his shaft as shortened his thrusts into a series of heavy lunges forward.

Her face reddened and she closed her eyes as the sharp snorts and groans that came from the stallion seemed impossibly loud. The sound of his flesh hitting hers mingled with the feel of how his cock pulled and stroked. He stretched her passage and forced her to conform around him like a snug glove. The drooling strands of precum dragged along her leaving his mark inside of her. Her breath came out in heavy harsh pants as she felt her body tensing. She clamped her fingers down into fists and tried to dig her nails into the palm of her hand as his body drove upwards. She could feel his cock bowing slightly as the tip ground itself up against her cervix.

Suddenly the tip flared open and she felt the shaft pulsing slightly. The glans swelled larger and larger inside of her. She let out a muted whimper and arched her back against the bonds. The sound came out feminine and helpless as the flaring cock gave a final push inside of her before the wild feral squeal burst out of Kalan's throat. The sound was followed by the sudden hot rush of cum erupting into her body as he gave a slow series of pushes against her hips. The pulsing feel of the medial ring pushed up inside of her coupled with the sheath meshing up against her folds made her suddenly choke out a noise. She couldn't stop it and suddenly she didn't want to. She let out a sound almost like a moan before the first rush of her orgasm rolled over her.

Her walls milked around his cock as she felt the hot seed drooling deep inside of her and then being forced out. She clutched and suckled around it and in turn the stallion rolled his hips sending another spark of sensation through her. She trembled and felt him draw back before pushing forward. The swollen tip dragged through her so her hips jerked harder against the restraints. Her body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure while she heard him let out a soft hiss and his teeth nipped sharply against her neck. Even that pain didn't stop the way her pounding heart beat was echoed in the clutching of her silken slick passage. To her humiliation she felt her own squeezing walls forcing the seed from around his cock until the first pearly roll spilled down her thigh.

"My sweet treasure." The voice panted in her ear as she fingers trailed down her hips leaving red lines along them. "We'll have to find you a fitting name before introducing you to the harem..."

Jim opened her mouth to answer, but he started to pull backwards slowly. It seemed a deliberate motion as inch by inch was tugged from her still spasming passage. She could feel the tip grazing past her inner passage and pulling against still enflamed nerves. She let out a sudden groan as the flared glans pulled just at her opening and she could feel the slippery cock brushing against her inner thigh before the stallion gave a sharp pull. There was a slick popping noise before his tip fell free and the seed spilled from her passage. Her entire body jerked in shock as she opened her eyes to see him standing before her with a slow smile curling the edge of his lips.

"Don't look so stricken, lovely one. In time you'll forget you were anything but a woman. And mine." The blood red eyes held her own as she swallowed. Somehow she couldn't find the words to doubt him.