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The heart of the city of New Orleans was created in the history that sprawled over the ancient buildings and along the streets that maintained the cobblestones from bygone eras. No matter how often one walked through it, no one could shake the sensation that they were walking into a piece of the past. Jon had always loved the way that the city had a personality in the very bricks that had been laid down. It wasn't some modern construction that was steel and concrete, but it was created of slate and stone that seemed to hold the weight of untold years on it. He loved the city, he loved the heart beat beneath it and the way it made his heart lift up when he found himself walking along the side walks of the Garden District where the old mansions loomed above him.

He even loved the French Quarter and the edges that humans shunned. The world had changed, the world had been remade when he was younger when animals who walked on two legs and spoke in clipped voices had emerged from hiding. It had been a day of terror and confusion both for his family as his father had proclaimed them to be the spawn of Satan who had come to bring the world to its end. He had been forced to stand and listen to the fire and brimstone reverend rail against the fact that the animalistic beasts were satan's foot soldiers and would soon rise up and overthrow humanity into a depths of sin. Most of Jon's childhood had been filled with such speeches.

His father had always believed that the creatures that roamed the world with man kind had been sent down as a test. He had tried to push forward laws that would make it legal to hunt and kill them, he had even tried to train his sons up to shoot them from a distance. He called them 'varmints'. It was one of a hundred things that made the young man uncomfortable at home and he had left as soon as he was able. The hatred and violence that radiated from his father had made him realize that there was something wrong with the world and it wasn't with the anthros. There was something wrong with the heart of many humans who wanted to remove them from the face of the earth just because they were different.

_As if they'd forgotten how they tried to kick out the black people, and still do. _ The young man thought sadly and kicked his shoe against an errant stone.

At seventeen, he was a run away and homeless. He had bolted from the Reverend's house and never looked back after he had recovered from being beaten nearly to death for disobeying his father. The man had turned his violence on his son when Jon wouldn't conform to the way he was supposed to live. His body still held scars from the thick leather strap and marks where he had been stitched together. It had been an easy choice to leave there and never return. He had no home, he never had one.

The lack of a home didn't bother him, at least not normally. There was a freedom in seeing the world blossom around him without the red haze of violence and hatred. He'd fled to New Orleans, nearly three hundred miles from his home and the one place his father had preached about being a haven of sin and what he found was beauty incarnate. He found massive buildings and jazz music, he found lively entertainers and warm sultry summer nights. And for the first time in his life he had found himself face to face with the creatures that had changed his childhood just by existing. And he had been saddened.

They stood at the edge of society as a placid group of people that sold their bodies for pleasure or entertained for the amusement of tourists. The highest position he had ever seen them in were those that drove the mule drawn carts for the tourists and where they acted as a sort of exhibition themselves. They came in all kinds, all flavors, from brawny and large to slight and slender. Predators and prey alike moved through the city and barely caused a ripple while they were shunned by the humans they had tried to join. It made his heart ache slightly. The first time he had seen the genial looking canine on TV he had felt thrilled and now he only felt the sting of disappointment that the world wasn't what it was made out to be.

Even with their humble stations in life, there were still stories being spread about through the media that they were being led by an underground movement meant to take over humanity. It was whispered in dark voices that they had leaders who would destroy all the world and enslave human kind. They were only pretending. Jon didn't believe it. He had seen them. He had seen them half starved or quiet and miserable in the rain. Even the majestic ones patterned after horses looked as placid as a horse set to plow a field.

"Excuse me, sir, need a tour?" A soft voice chirped up and he blinked as a slender looking ferret blinked up at him earnestly. "I know all of the District and can show you the most lovely homes."

"No.. no ma'am." He tried to smile reassuringly. "I'm not really here to tour."

"Oh, well, best you head back that way, sir." The female jabbed a finger towards the French Quarter. "There's a rough crowd 'round here tonight. Halloween is nearly here and they'll be celebrating too hard and coming out here for a bit o' fun."

"Oh." He glanced back and looked back at the tan and black form that smiled up at him. She was too thin, too lean, and her cheek bones showed beneath the soft peppering of her fur. "Thank you for the warning, ma'am."

"No worries, young sir." She chirped again before turning and disappearing into the darkness with barely a sound of claws on pavement.

"Why did I ever think this place would hold any answers?" He muttered to himself under his breath and gave his head a short shake. "Stupid."

Jon turned away from the District and grimaced at the gawdy lights of the French Quarter. It was lovely during the day, but at night it took a darker turn as tourists began to party hard and search out their fun in women or drink. He normally avoided it, both because it was expensive to eat there and because there were one too many cops who could try and prod any 'drifters' on their way. He drew in a breath of the warm humid air and gave himself a shake before turning towards the bright lights. At least back there he could count on one or two places offering free bits of food and he could take some time to find somewhere with a bit of airconditioning. Even in the fall this place was uncomfortably warm.

He shouldered his bag and had nearly hit the border of the Quarter when he heard a loud crash and high pitched squeal. The sound hurt his ears before another crash echoed from across the street and a muffled voices started to yell. The boy froze just as a shape erupted from the alley with her claws scrabbling against the ground and her loose t-shirt torn along the edge of one shoulder. Her eyes showed a ring of white as she tore towards the Royale Street at full pitch, but the noise didn't stop. The voices grew louder before he heard a cracking sound and a snarling curse.

He froze in a moment of indecision and fear. He should run! He should get out of here and bolt for the cops. Even as he thought about it he saw the shadows shifting into three unmistakable human forms, but one that had a lashing tail that was being backed into the alley step by step. They'd caught one of the anthro's. His stomach turned in a knot and he slipped his bag off his shoulders as he tried to brace himself. No one would help a furry. No one really cared as long as it was out of sight. The creatures weren't classified as humans for the most part and a cop would pass on by or, at most, give a warning before leaving. No one would help the fellow. Jon swallowed and his stomach turned as he shot off towards the side alley.

"Stupid stupid stupid..." He snarled to himself as he aimed towards the dark shapes. He was going to end up getting killed! That was his last thought before he saw a brawny face turn towards him with a scar bisecting one eye brow. He crashed into the mugger at full speed.

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"Easy now, easy.." The voice was soft as the leopard wrapped an arm around Jon's waist and he fought not to throw up right then and there. "Okay, just one step. C'mon fella you gotta get a move on. They'll be following us. Just a few more steps."

"Did I beat 'em..?" Jon slurred out as something warm trickled down along the curve of his cheek. He forced his legs to move as the anthro stepped forward. His response came in the form of a chuffing laugh.

"Startled them enough to help me get away." The leopard shifted his paw against his hip and Jon managed to open one eye to see the spotted golden head looking forward anxiously. "You got a knock on your head. I'm gonna patch it up.."

"Feels like I hit a wall." Jon straightened up and tried to stop leaning so much, but the leopard didn't let go as they passed below neon signs. "Were are we goin'?"

"My work, they gotta first aid kit there in case customers get rough. Just hush now, damn your head is bleeding." The cat cursed a bit and there was a tearing sound before a soft bit of fabric was shoved against his forehead. "Hold that there. Just another block, lad."

Jon fumbled with the rag awkwardly, but in the end managed to press it up against his forehead as they passed below a set of old fashioned gas lights. The crowd moved around them, but, despite the fact he was obviously injured, no one stopped to help. Most of them glared a bit and passed on, or gave a lingering look as if enjoying watching who he was with. He didn't really care. His head was aching and he wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere and pass out. The leopard kept him moving though and occasionally glanced towards him with strange green eyes before looking forward as they neared something that was blasting music out loud enough that it nearly vibrated the cobble stones.

"Oy! Spot! What'd you pick up there?" A baritone voice called out a second before a large bull loomed over them and gave him an aloof look. "No picking up customers on the wayside."

"He's not a customer. Jill was out near the District and got jumped so I got her out of there. This fellow got me out of there when the ass had a few too many friends. Send a message to Rio and tell him that I'm cleaning him up, okay?" The leopard shifted his arm and the bull snorted briefly and gave him a longer look.

"Use the back entrance. No need to freak out the humans." The looming head moved away as Jon winced when he caught a flash of light. "Eh there, close your eyes, son. No need to get dizzy." The bull added in a gentler tone. "Patch kit should fix him up, Spot. I'll pass on word your set is canceled and send up one of the zebras."

"Thanks." The leopard turned him to one side. "C'mon, nearly to where you can sit down and I can figure out just what you thought you were doing."

Jon mumbled something as he was pulled through a door that sent out a blast of AC that rushed over him and the music that had been so loud on the side walk muffled. He opened an eye again and found himself being led along a dark passage way that was lit only by a set of lights set high up on the wall. Several anthro's passed by them with curious expressions, but none of them stopped to ask what a human was doing back here. The leopard, Spot?, hurried him through the hall without bothering to greet anyone that passed him. Instead, Jon was steered into what looked like a massive sitting room where the lights were brighter and couches were haphazardly spread about the place. Several anthro's were in various states of undress and talking among themselves as he was pushed down onto a couch.

"Spot, what the hell? No customers back here- Oh! What happened to him?" A voice called out and Jon lifted his head and was grateful that he didn't feel dizzy as a cheetah frowned at him.

"He helped bust up a group that had me cornered. Stupid heathens! They thought they were going to pin Jill down when I found them. Figured they were homophobic enough they'd let me be." Spot grimaced a bit. "I was wrong, but I got away alright. Heyo, lad, your head any better?"

"A bit." Jon moved his hand down so he could peel the tacky cloth away. "Probably shouldn't have charged them head first though."

"Heyla, better then trying to get in a fair fight. Those thugs would have knocked you flat. Jackson, grab me the first aid kit." The leopard moved a paw down to cup his chin and tilted it back. "And you pair, go on! Rio will have your hides if you aren't out on stage."

"Stage?" Jon tripped over the word as the soft padded paw tilted his head and his hair was brushed away from the cut. "Where am I?"

"The Mirage." Spot frowned a bit and let go of his chin. "It's where I work."

"The strip club?" Jon's eyes widened a bit and he felt a flush rising to his face as he looked around at a few of anthro's gathered. The blush darkened as he saw the revealing outfits and tight thongs the males wore as well as the females.

"Heh, yeah. It pays well. Tourists love seeing us perform. Here.. hold still.." The leopard tilted his head up and began to clean the cut. "Well, it's not so bad. Just bled more then I liked."

Jon tried not to wince as the disinfectant laden gauze brushed over the cut on his forehead. It stung slightly, but not in a way that made him worry that the cut was something to worry about. And the mild discomfort was held at bay by the soft feel of the paw that cupped beneath his chin and the digits that brushed along the edges of his cheeks. The fur was far softer then he thought it would be and it tickled over his cheek and along his chin while the soft paw pad felt almost velvety against the curve of his chin. He'd never been so close to one of the anthros and he found himself a bit flushed as the spotted form leaned in to finish cleaning up the scrape on his head. Up close he was aware of a unique scent that clung to the feline. It was almost musky, but not unpleasantly so. He flushed a bit as he took in a deeper breath of the scent and saw the yellow-green eyes flicked towards him.

"Is your name really Spot?" Jon fumbled for something to say to break the silence. "My name's Jon."

"Nah, but it is for you. Names like that tend to make the humans think of us more like pets rather then something threatening." Spot offered a grin that showed inch long curved fangs. "Who's gonna look at a Spot as anything scary, eh?"

"I guess so. So the ferret isn't really Jill?" The fingers brushed up along the curve of his forehead before pulling away to dig through the first aid kit.

"Nope, that's what a female ferret is called. A jill." Spot chuckled softly. "Most of us have names like that. Rio wants us to make sure that they're pretty harmless names."

"Who's Rio?" Jon tilted his head down as the leopard brought up a bit of gauze and tape to cover up the marking on his head.

"Guy who owns the Mirage." Spot hesitated slightly as he started to tape down the bandage. "He takes care of us."

"By making you strip?!" He couldn't keep the touch of outrage from his voice. The same outrage that had been born when he'd arrived in New Orleans and seen so many of them working as prostitutes. To his surprise Spot let out a short barking laugh.

"He doesn't make us. Some of us like being performers, some of us work the bar or wait tables. It's a good job and we get paid well." The leopard leaned back after the bandage was in place. "Rio does a good job making sure that we're safe. And he's a good boss."

"Oh, he didn't do a very good job of it today." Jon leaned back into the soft couch as the leopard leaned back to crouch on the balls of his feet.

"No one can be everywhere. It's a hard life and this is where we're safe." Spot gave a shrug of his shoulder before smiling. "We're lucky. Not a lot of our kind have someone to look after them and keep us employed. We have an entire apartment complex to ourselves just south of here and there are even apartments upstairs. But that's neither here nor there." The cat leaned forward and gave his leg a light pat. "I wish I could do more for you, lad. Not often I see folks willing to help others, but I suppose I should let you get home."

"I don't really have a home." The words escaped Jon's mouth before he could stop them. The moment they were out he flushed hotly. "Not that it's bad or anything. This place is easy to get by in."

The leopard watched him with strange alien eyes as he tried to stammer out something reassuring. The dark ears flicked back and Spot tilted his head. "Well, why don't you lie down and try to rest a bit. I'll see about getting you something to eat from the kitchen. Least I can do and I bet it'll be nice to be here rather than outside sweating."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I don't need anything to eat though really I'm just-" He started to try and beg off while he continued to feel flushed with shame. The leopard's short finger touched his lips lightly to stop him midsentence.

"Hey, none of that. Take a rest, alright? I'd be happy for you to stick around a bit longer. Not often we see someone that helps others like you did." Spot gave a slow smile and stood up. "Take a nap, kid, I'll make sure no one comes back here to disturb you. Promise."

Jon opened his mouth to reply and then closed it as the spotted shape stood up and padded away silently. The lean graceful form passed through the door and towards the hall while he was still sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch. The cold air from the AC was like a god send. It teased over him and cooled the sweat along the back of his neck. It wouldn't be so bad to be able to relax and maybe catch some sleep when he wasn't feeling the heat close around him. He normally slept near the river where the cool breeze helped a bit, but nothing like the AC here. He squirmed a little bit and moved to lay on the cool couch. As he grabbed a throw pillow to cushion his head, he caught the faint sweet musk that he had scented earlier.

He drew in a deeper breath of the strangely comforting scent snuggled down to seek out sleep. As the warm musk teased through him it tinged his dreams with something that had nothing to do with relaxation and comfort. It had everything to do with a hot flush of primal lust that the scent invoked in him.

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"Hey-hey kid, c'mon wake up." A voice pierced through his dreams as one of the hands gave his shoulders another shake.

Jon tried to grab the pillow to snuggle down in it in an attempt to dismiss the voice. For the first time he woke up enveloped in softness instead of feeling a hard bench beneath him. He wanted to fall back into his dreams, he didn't want to wake up and have the comfort end. But the voice was insistent and the hand continued to push against his shoulder before he muffled a groan and opened his eye into an unfamiliar setting. It took him a moment to recognize the couches and pillows that ringed the large room and the faint sweet musk that tickled his nose. A musk that he recognized and made him flush in sensory memory of the dreams he had been indulging in.

"Imma 'wake." He slurred out and glanced up to see Spot staring down at him anxiously. The green-yellow eyes caught the light and for a moment glowed as they shifted.

"Didn't want to wake you, but Rio wants to see you." There was a touch of nervousness in the leopard's tone, but it was chased away with a grin. "He had me report earlier about what happened and said I should send you up when you woke up."

"Oh.. Rio, your boss?" Jon sat up and felt a moment of relief as his head felt clear and without even a hint of a head ache.

"Yeah, that's him. I was gonna let you sleep yourself out, but Rio doesn't like being made to wait." Spot stood up in a blur of speed. "He doesn't meet with humans often."

"Why does he want to see me?" He stood up and glanced down at his wrinkled shirt and restlessly tugged at it. As he did so he felt a wave of despair. "Oh god, I left my bag back at the District!"

"Damn." Spot flattened his ears on his head and cursed with a hissing noise. "It's gone by now, my friend."

"Yeah.." Jon winced as he thought of his cash, his ID, his spare clothing and the few things that he hadn't wanted to part with from his life back home. "Guess I'll just have to show up like this." He gestured at his wrinkled clothes.

"Don't worry, lad. Rio won't mind. C'mon, you're going to have to go up by yourself. Rio wants to thank you for helping me out and he's a private creature." The leopard grabbed his hand and gave a pull.

Jon tried to shrug off the feeling of loss at losing his bag. The idea that he was going to have to go get another ID, have to find a way to replace his clothes, his bag, everything sickened him. There was no way someone would spot the bag and leave it alone, not in this city. It wasn't easy to distract himself from the loss as he was tugged down the hall way and led towards a discreet door at one end that was had a massive mule standing in front of it. The large beast glared at him and Spot aggressively so the last worry was pushed out of his head with an instinctive sense of fear. The mule didn't look submissive or harmless in the least little bit.

"Jack, this is the human that's going up to meet Rio." Spot slipped his paw down to rest at the small of Jon's back. "It's okay, he told me to send him up."

"Go ahead." The mule's voice was rough as he moved to one side, but the large hand moved up to block Spot as the leopard started to open up the door. "Human only. You're due for a set to make up for the one you missed out earlier."

"Spot..." Jon felt a wave of uneasiness roll through him as the bouncer pushed the door open to reveal a set of steps.

"No worries, lad. He's right. Go on up, Rio will know who you are, I promise." The leopard flashed him a grin and winked a bright green-yellow eye. "Just be respectful and you'll be fine! You haven't done anything wrong."

Jon swallowed a little bit and glanced up the narrow stair case and gave a bob of his head before starting up the stairs. He had only gone up a few steps before the door slammed close behind him and cast him into near darkness. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound and feel of the air hitting his back. He swallowed a little bit nervously before forcing himself to continue up along the stairs. The lights overhead were barely enough to let him see the steps beneath him. The sound of his shoes sounded loud in the enclosed space as he continued up and gripped the rail beside him towards the closed door at the top. It wasn't until he reached the landing that he realized that there were three doors with a short landing at the top.

Shit.. which one is Rio's? _ He glanced at them, but only one of them showed light spilling out from the crack at the bottom. _Well, best guess..

_ _

He lifted his hand and knocked smartly on the door. At the first impact the door swung open under the impact and he found himself staring at a crimson and cherry wood colored room and the faint ripple of gas lights spilled over his face. He was vaguely aware of the crimson carpet and the intricately carved walls, but his attention wasn't on the room itself. His attention wasn't even remotely distracted by the old fashioned gas lights. His eyes were glued at the lurid scene in front of him as a midnight black form bucked with the dark furred back facing him. A leonine tail snapped back and forth as the creature lunged forward and he heard a muffled cry erupting from beneath him as the anthro plunged himself into the pale skinned form of the human female beneath him.

Ohsweetgodwhatthehell.. Jon's mind hit a wall as the human cried out again and the powerful equine hips bucked forward again.

The glistening ebony shaft stuffed itself into the too small opening in a short, near violent, movement that rolled thick dollops of wetness along the flesh. A pair of leathery balls swayed between his legs before clapping upwards right against the curve of the ass cheeks. Jon couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't speak as the creature, Rio?, reared his head up so that he saw the sweep of an equine muzzle and the spill of a long mane that spilled down along the edge of his shoulders. The lean body rippled with muscles as the stallion drew his hips back and inch by slow inch of his cock pulled free of the tight body all the way until the blunt tip bulged and nearly pulled free. The stallion lunged forward with a wet squelching noise as every last inch of the too large girth speared into the woman and he heard a short muffled scream escaping from her.

"Are you going to stand there, human? Watching as if you are watching a feral stallion with a mare?" The baritone voice made Jon squeak out and his eyes jerked up to find a pair of deep crimson eyes locked on him.

"S-sorry, so sorry.." He stammered and stumbled backwards a step, but the eyes narrowed and he froze in place. His heart started to pound against his chest.

"Sit down, human. I will attend you shortly." The stallion's lips quirked up to flash a curve of sharp white teeth instead of flat equine ones. He dipped his head towards a chair. A chair that was only a few feet away from his... pleasure.

Rio didn't wait for a response from him. He didn't wait to see if he obeyed or bolted, instead the stallion shifted just enough that Jon found himself staring at the naked human bound to the bed. Her legs were forcibly spread with a metal bar and leather restraints wrapped around her upper thighs to secure it in place. Her ass was upturned while her upper body was pressed into the twisted silk covers and her hands were stretched out and bound with more leather. On her head was a mockery of a bridle complete with blinders and a bit boasting to large silver rings so that any noise she made was muffled and didn't remotely sound like words. The stallion held a set of reins as he slammed his hips forward again and the woman's body arched and twisted on the bad with a rough cry.

Jon didn't know what to do, he felt his cheeks flush hotly at the raw sexuality the stallion demonstrated without a hint of shame or remorse. A human would have stopped or been angry or been embarrassed, the stallion merely began to move again as that impossibly long slippery shaft pulled out and plunged inwards. The raw scent of musk and equine hunt in the air as the boy stumbled forward feeling as if he were being drawn on a string. He couldn't turn away from the sight, the first sight he'd ever really seen of a furry doing anything remotely sexual to the bound female. Her lips were strained open in a reddened ring just to accommodate the girth as it drove in again and Jon came in close enough that he could see the mixture of arousal and precum being forced out around the edges.

He reached out and fumbled to grab the chair just as the equine head tilted to watch him. The eyes kept him frozen as the stallion locked gazes and started to drive himself in a brutal pace that made the room ring with the sound of flesh on flesh. The soft grunts that came from the black throat were feral and raw as the red on red pupils dilated slightly and one of his thick fingered hands moved to grab the girls reins and forced her head up. It was a brutal yank so Jon felt the woman watching him as he sat down and tried not to tremble. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused as her body was violated, taken, worked and through it all she didn't seem to notice him despite being forced to look in his direction.

This was nothing like what he'd known or seen in any of the anthros. This wasn't a meek creature that would bob his head and say sir, but a raw primitive being that exerted his dominance in every blow of his hips as he used the human as his mare. Despite himself he found his eyes drawn to the sight of the girth plunging into her in rapid harsh strokes. The balls were larger than anything he had ever seen on a human and the flashes of the inky black shaft hinted that this was no human member at use. It was wide enough that he winced each time the heavy pouch of the sheath shoved up against the folds before yanking back. He wondered how on earth the girl was taking anything that size! And through it all his body felt flushed and his heart beat was pounding through him until the sounds of the creature enjoying himself faded into the background.

Rio's climax happened to the sound of a feral equine squeal that made Jon jump and nearly jerk out of the chair as the beast yanked the reins back a final time and drove himself inwards. Just enough of the black cock was visible for him to see the veins pulsing and bulging as it emptied itself inside of the pale slip of a girl. The bound woman only groaned out and her body shuddered within the restraints while the stallion leaned down and snapped his sharp teeth against the back of her neck. He looked like nothing human. Nothing familiar. Nothing real as the obsidian form shuddered and gave a final grind forward that bumped the leathery orbs between the pale thighs and Jon watched as something thick and creamy oozed out around the edges of the cock.

_Oh god.. _ He jerked his hands down into his lap in a wash of humiliation as he became aware that certain parts of him were reacting in a visceral manner to what he was seeing.

"Ahh.. delicious as always, sweet Jasmine.." The stallion's voice rumbled as the creature stood up slowly. "We shouldn't let so much time go between your visits with me, hmm?"

The girl gave a trembling shake of her head as the stallion pulled backwards and Jon stiffened as he watched the softening cock pulling from the still quivering folds. He'd been able to see that the beast wasn't quite human, but now he saw exactly HOW inhuman the equine was. The medial ring popped free and splash of semen oozed out before inch by slimy inch the cock pulled free all the way to a tip that was nearly as wide as his fist. The glans popped out wetly sending a splash of seed spilling from the used folds and the glistening length hung heavy along the creature's inner thigh. The tip belled outwards and oozed something thick and pearly to smear along the dark fur.

"So, you are the human that Spot told me so much about." Jon jerked his head up as Rio addressed him and the unsettling, almost mad, red eyes locked with his again. "It's not often that I find myself in the presence of a human that hasn't abused my kind in some way."

"Y-yes s-sir." He stammered and tried to keep his eyes away from the heavy stallion's length and tried even harder to ignore the hot wild scents on the air.

"Why? Why did you save my leopard?" The stallion stepped to one side and moved his thick fingered hand down to rub along the bare reddened ass of Jasmine. "What possible reason could you have for saving him?"

"It wasn't right. They were going to hurt him." Jon kept his voice steady and looked away from the way the stallion was massaging the upturned ass. "I didn't do much."

"Ahh but you did something. Your kind amuses me, human. You're interesting toys at times, but more animal then those of us with fur. You are predictable in the way you treat the strange and exotic, predictable in the way you react to so many things." Rio purred the words and Jon watched one of the cloven hooves scuff against the ground. Cloven? What the hell sort of horse was this?!

"He deserved better, Rio. They all do." He spoke with as much strength as he could as the hot equine scent strengthened and the stallion approached.

"Kalan, boy. Call me Kalan. Rio is only a creature invented to maintain my lovely home here and my business." Jon jerked his head up as Rio.. Kalan spoke and found the hand gripping just beneath his chin as the strange beast studied him. Up close he saw a marred patch of furless flesh centered on the forehead as if something had burned him terribly. It made the effect of the red eyes all the more startling and demonic looking. "I need to reward you, boy. I reward those who help me, it's good for business, good for my reputation."

"I... I was going to get a meal here and was allowed to sleep downstairs." He started and the thick hoof like fingers gave a squeeze on his cheeks. The scent didn't evoke fear, even the eyes didn't evoke fear, but a far more embarrassing reaction.

"That, is a courtesy." The stallion gave his head a short shake. "Perhaps your reward should be Jasmine here. She would enjoy your tongue to sooth her aching body."

The hand on his chin turned his head towards the trembling human female. Jasmine's face was slack and her eyes closed as her still gaping folds oozed out more of that thick equine cum. "Ahh... b-but.. I.. N-no thank you..." His cheeks felt as if they were on fire.

"No? My my, then what should you like, boy?" The stallion stepped closer and Jon let out an inadvertent noise in his throat. The rich velvety voice, the scent, the sights worked against him until he felt mesmerized. "Perhaps that tongue would like to taste something more exotic..."

"I.." Jon ducked his head slightly, but the hand didn't let him go. The stallion's other hand moved to cup the back of his head and drew him closer to the smooth coated abs and lean body. After a moment something hot puffed against his hair and he felt the muzzle brush right over his forehead.

"Ahhh... I see. A reward fit for saving a life." The stallion's voice purred in his ears as the gentle touch lowered Jon's chin. The slick glistening shaft was so close, so very close he could almost smell the mingled juices that made his stomach heat up and his shaft feel more trapped by his pants. "Spot has told me of you, my lost one. In my world, none are lost that do not wish to be."

The boy his father had raised screamed for him to run. This was the devil himself given the shape of a horse. Look at the cloven hooves and red eyes! It babbled about sin and debauchery that would take his immortal soul. The man he had become only knew the gentle stroke of the fingers behind his head and the touch gliding along the line of his chin. The heat of the equine was incredible, close up he could feel it against him as the stallion lightly guided his head down until he was level with the swollen glans and the thick dollop of seed that had beaded over it. Hot sweet musk filled his nose so a soft whimper escaped his throat. He wasn't forced, wasn't coaxed, wasn't ordered when he lowered his head and drew his tongue in a slow line right over the tip and tasted the first salty drop of the seed rolling over his senses.

"A life for a life, my boy.." The stallion's voice murmured in his ear. The sound almost touchable as the fingers stroked the back of his neck. "I will give you what you lack, what you need, what you desire.. A life for a life, it is a fair trade for your bravery, young human, for you do not belong in that world. You are wasted on it."

Jon heard the words from a distance as his tongue swept out and stroked over the slimy flesh again and gathered up the wetness on his tongue. It was so hot on his tongue as he swallowed it down and worked for more. The heat spilled down his throat and belly in a rush and left him wanting more. But it was a small heat when compared to the soft baritone voice that offered him the world and all he wanted on a plate. A place to belong, a place he belonged. A place he was wanted and loved. He dove into the voice and sensations both as his lips closed around the broad tip and he dropped to his knees in front of the strange stallion. He wanted this.

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How does someone measure time when it passes on a fever dream? Light and dark, sound and texture, pain and pleasure. They all combined in the days or hours that Jon later recalled of that night. He could recall nothing save his first hot taste and the voice offering him something beyond all of his desires. He came to himself slowly on a bed of silk and the sound of voices at times and other times silence or even music that sang out around him. He only truly awoke when something stroked the curve of his cheek and he heard a warm deep voice murmuring down at him. The touch wasn't demanding, only persistent as it stroked along his cheek lightly and roused him into waking up with a slight gasp. His entire body jerked, but a weight pressed against his stomach.

"Easy, little one. Don't fall off the bed. Silk is a slippery substance and, I regret, difficult to stay on when one has fur." The voice murmured in his hear before a whickering laugh vibrated the chest he was leaning back against.

"RIO!" He jerked up and the dark hand on his waist pressed a bit more firmly to keep him from falling off the silk.

"Kalan, little one. Always Kalan to you." Jon cracked open an eye and found the stallion peering down at him with what looked like amusement on the long equine features. But that wasn't what made him yelp out. He was looking down over a pure white muzzle that ended in a black nose.

"What-" He stopped and heard the softness of his own tone before struggling to sit up.

Fur. He was covered in fur. Fur that was thick and white as newly fallen snow and that wasn't all! Rio let him sit up and he looked down his own naked body that ended in compact foot paws and long powerful looking legs. But most of all he looked at the trim curve of his... her belly and what was hidden between her legs and along her chest. Her body was gone entirely. There wasn't a hint of her painfully thin human frame, instead she stared down at the sweep of her curved hips and the swell of breasts that were lightly covered in the finest fur. She swallowed and her tongue pushed up along sharp curved fangs hidden beneath her lips.

"You made your choice, little one." A midnight black hand slipped up and stroked lightly along her stomach. The fingers teased through the soft fur. "This is no doing of mine, but the offer I gave to you when you accepted your reward."

"I.. I did this?" Jon winced at her own soft voice and the feminine timbre to it. "But.. I never wanted to... I mean I didn't... Oh god, my father will beat me." The last words came out in a choked voice as her mind vividly brought a vision of her stern and domineering father. What would he say if he ever found out? What would he do?!

"Hush, girl. Calm down." A soft muzzle rubbed against her cheek as the fingers curled against her belly. "A unicorn's magic is a strange thing when offered and once it is given as a gift, the person it was gifted to controls what it does. It has made kings and emperors, it has toppled armies and made plain women lovely. It sees into the heart of someone and draws out what is hidden there to make it a reality, which is why it is so precious and seldom given. When you aided Antoine, or Spot as you know him, you showed a bravery that I seldom see and admired so I offered you a gift."

The fingers stroked upwards in a gentle caress that made her shiver even as she lifted her hands and found them short fingered paws tipped with dark black claws. She turned them over to see the padding beneath them. "B-but I didn't say I wanted this, I didn't plan this.."

"No, my dear, you didn't. The magic doesn't care what you say you wish, it's the magic of the heart that delves deep and pulls out what is hidden in your secrets." Kalan's voice rumbled and one of his hands moved to turn her head so the dark muzzle loomed over her own. "Your heart beats with the heart of, not humanity, but of the wolf. Loyal and fierce; no matter that your human body lacked the ability to truly know the meaning of ferocity. You longed to belong and be accepted. I saw that easily." The stallion's thick lips parted in a smile. "I am a unicorn, and tainted I may be, but I see the loss behind your eyes. Your father cannot reach you hear, cannot harm you, cannot take you, beat you, corrupt you. Here you belong, here you are MINE!"

"Y-yours..." Jon swallowed as a strange feeling stirred inside of her. The fierceness of the last word stirred something inside of her that had long since been beaten and kicked away by countless feels of the leather belt on her hide.

"Mine and no one shall take what I have claimed. I am absolute god and ruler of this place. My word is law, not the human words and now you are mine." Her head was tilted back until the stallion's lips nearly touched her own. "I will fight for you, kill for you, I will remake heaven and hell to ensure that you are never taken from me. Is that not what you wished, my wolf? A defender, a family, a home? Here, you have all of that. The world sees us as lesser, but within these walls we are as we were meant to be; wild and fierce. And here you shall always belong as one of us."

"I belong here.." Jon swallowed as lump formed in her throat at Kalan's words. They stirred her and made her heart beat faster as his hands stroked down to caress the curve of her hip gently.

"Oh yes, my lovely wolf, you belong here. You shall know our names, our faces and be counted as one of us." The stallion shifted and his entire body moved as he slipped out from behind her and let her lay back on the silk. "I saw it in your eyes as you watched me with Jasmine. You didn't desire her, did you?"

"Not really.." Jon felt her ears flick back and wondered at the sensation as the midnight black stallion loomed over her. One of his hands moved to run up along the curve of her side until his thumb brushed along her breast.

"No, you desired to be her." The thick rich voice deepened into a purr as the broad nostrils flared open. "You desired to know what she knew."

"Y-yes.." The blood was rushing to her face as the stallion's thumb shifted up and brushed right over one of her nipples.

"You are not a slave. You are not a human girl to be used, you shall be mine in all ways and above them. You shall be my wolf, my lovely wolf, as white as snow to the darkness of my hide and sweet as spun sugar." Kalan's voice seemed to fade into the background as she realized the other hand had trailed down to brush along the fur of her inner thigh.

The touch made her jerk up and cry out as the fingers brushed against where she had once boasted her own shaft and balls. Instead it brushed against a soft set of lips and rubbed along them slowly until her legs spread open and she leaned back against the silk sheets. The thumb that teased the edge of her nipple was joined with a finger until they plucked at the nub and rolled it gently back and forth sensation sensations rolling through her. Jon moved her hands up and pressed her paws against the dark chest as the stallion teased her. His hot breath puffed out against her shoulder while the fingers at her loins curled between the folds and started to rub just between them. It was a sensation she wasn't expecting as the finger tips grazed right over her clit and her hips bucked upwards.

She could feel herself growing wet. A part of her was still confused, still worried, but it was shushed by the sensation of the stallion's fingers teasing both breast and folds. Her lips parted open just enough that one long finger brushed along them all the way to her opening. Her stomach clenched down and she whimpered as she arched off the bed and felt another blast of heat against her shoulder. The sharp teeth nipped against her neck as the weight on the bed shifted and a hot tongue rubbed upwards from the base of her neck all the way to the curve of her jaw. Her own tongue lolled out as the finger tip returned to flickering right along nub of her clit.

"How I love this scent.." Kalan murmured in her ear as the fingers on her breast spread to wrap over the mound and squeezed it lightly. "You'll cry out for me, won't you, lovely wolf?"

"Yes.." She breathed out and became aware of something fleshy brush against her outer thigh.

The wolf's eyes snapped open and her ears darkened as she watched the unflared head of the equine's shaft spilling out of the heavy dark pouch. The smooth flesh filled out rapidly as his hand pushed between her legs and forced her to spread them a bit more for his eager fingers. The sight of the growing member sent a tremor of fear through her, she knew how large it was! But the fear was washed away with desire as he teased her to the point that her hips started to rock upwards against the fingers. Her wetness grew until she could feel the fingers slipping and sliding over the bud of her clit. The sensation felt strangely right as she squirmed against the bed and her hand paws moved to wrap against the dark chest.

The stallion's hot breath tickled her fur as he shifted on the bed and the hand on her folds slipped away leaving them feeling swollen and vulnerable. It was nothing like feeling aroused as a male, her stomach felt afire with need as the wet fingers moved to grip her knee and pulled her leg upwards. The weight of the engorged black shaft shifted upwards and rubbed right along her belly just before a hot slimy drop of precum bubbled up and drooled onto her fur and splattered against her belly. She arched and writhed a touch, part of her wanting to ask him to stop, but it was such a small part. The rest of her was trembling with mingled fear and eagerness as the blunt glans trailed down along her lower belly and finally dropped down to nudge against her newly made vulnerable folds.

"Whose are you, lovely wolf?" The stallion lifted his muzzle so that the dark red eyes locked on hers and she felt the tip grinding just against her outer lips.

"Kalan's..." Jon breathed out the word, her fingers dug down against the smooth black back while the stallion's ears flicked back and the sharp white teeth were bared in a smile.

The response came in a sharp jerk of the hips and the blunt glans suddenly shoved hard against her outer lips. They spread open slowly as she let out a short hard yelp to feel something that felt far too large prying her open with a hot drooling spill of precum that welled up from the tip. Her dark claws dug against the stallion's back as the hips shoved her own upwards before the pressure grew to an apex and something tore inside of her. She yelped out roughly as her virginity was taken the stallion's glans shoved into her body. Her walls were forced open wide around him and the inner muscles clamped down tightly in instinctive reaction to the stallion who claimed her.

Jon trembled and whined out softly as another shove of the hips burrowed more and more of the thick equine flesh into her body. Her outer lips were forced lewdly wide around him as her quivering muscles clamped down and suckled about him as he battled ever deeper inside of her. His powerful thick fingered hands reached down and gripped her hips before pulling her backwards. She became well aware of every vein, every bump and every flex of his cock as her slick muscles adjusted to the long powerful thrust and the medial ring soon shoved against her outer lips and he paused. Her breath came in short gasps beneath him as she trembled and felt his fingers squeezing against her hips before he drew backwards.

The wolf arched her back and cried out roughly in pleasure as his length stroked through her and pulled back to the point that she could feel her own wetness clinging to him when his glans nearly popped free. Her body felt almost empty as it clenched down around nothing and she squeezed her eyes shut before he drove forward again. The hips lunged forward and forced her walls open wider and wider as she wrapped her leg around the curve of his hips and felt the medial ring shove up hard before slipping into her squeezing eager body. Her own wetness was forced out around him as the tip plunged so deep it slammed up against a barrier inside of her and she felt the edges of the sheath brushing along her sensitive outer lips. A pulse rippled up along the powerful flesh before something hot and thick drooled out and splattered against her cervix and then the stallion drew his hips back again.

It was overwhelming, it was too big, too long, too much for her, but she cried out a protest when she felt it slipping backwards. Her powerful inner muscles contracted down tightly before the stallion drove himself forward again and hilted himself. His sharp white teeth gripped right against her shoulder and dug in with a grip that had nothing to do with a human. It was a possessive hold of a stallion with a mare and his hands moved to her legs so he could grip her calves. She dropped her hands back to clutch at the pillow behind her as he forced her legs upwards and his body arched above her with the next bucking thrust that made the bed move beneath her.

Jon's eyes snapped open and she caught a glimpse of her loins curled upwards and the sight of that heavy black length driving into her before she arched back and cried out. A hot mixture of her arousal mingled with the precum that spilled out of his tip in a continual drool as he began to drive himself in and out. The medial ring tugged and pulled along her as she dug her claws into the pillow. Her breathing was ragged and her tongue lolled out as the overwhelming pleasure began to override ache of being forced to stretch so wide. She jerked her hips up against him and felt his hands flex against her calves as he started to work only a few inches out before plunging back in to grind and push against her cervix.

Each movement stimulated her, rubbed her, caressed places she had never had, never experienced and made it hard to concentrate, hard to think! She wanted his, she needed it! She leaned her head back and whimpered out as the movements rubbed and pulled along a spot inside of her that made the pressure grow along her belly. She twisted and her claws tore into the silk of the pillow as he didn't let up, didn't let her calm down, but kept working his medial ring over that spot again and again. She was left gasping and tensing up as she squeezed her eyes closed and felt her body giving over the incredible feel of being claimed by the powerful anthro. When he brushed right over her medial ring again she lost control and let out a high pitched wild call and her muscles spasmed down around his girth.

The waves of pleasure rolled over her and pounded in her ears as he only forced her higher as he plunged through her quivering passage in a series of short hard bucks. Her walls pulsed and rippled about him while the head started to thicken inside of her. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more. That she couldn't possibly take another thrust without begging him to stop he plunged forward and released her marked shoulder. Her walls squeezed tightly around him as the high pitched equine squeal rang in her ears and the cock throbbed inside of her slippery heated passage. The tip jutted out and pushed itself against her cervix before it released.

Her entire body jerked as she felt a fiery rope of cum erupting out of him and rushing into her. The pressure hit against her cervix and forced its way through as her walls milked around him. Rope after creamy rope flowed into her without end as the gloopy stuff pushed in deep and flowed around the flared cock tip. She twisted her body slightly and let out a stifled whimper as another drool of it pooled inside of her and the stallion gave a short jerk of his hips. The movement stirred his thickened flare inside of her until she felt something thick and heavy being pushed out around his pulsing cock. Her white became matted with the heavy equine semen that oozed around him and mingled with her own wetness.

The stallion dropped her legs and leaned over her with his broad nostrils flaring wide with each breath. His eyes lidded as he moved his hand upwards to stroke right along the curve of her cheek and his thumb brushed up against one of her ears. It was a tender gesture mingled with the possessive look that marked his dark black features and blood red eyes. The too large shaft started to soften inside of her, but he made no move to pull out, not when she was feeling the warm cum pushing past the slender barrier of her cervix.

"I name you Sylvia, called Snow." He murmured and dropped his head so the soft thick lips kissed her forehead. "Welcome home, my wolf. And well met."

A tear rolled out of the corner of the former human's eye as he spoke the words in a voice that was tender and purring. It was the sort of words she had always wanted to hear, and never had. The sort of words she had hoped her father would say. She had a family. A home.

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"Snow! Rio wants you!" Jack brayed out from across the bar where Syliva, or Snow as she was called around the humans, was mixing drinks.

The white wolf flicked her ears up curiously towards the burly bouncer and bobbed her muzzle in understanding. It had been three months since she had been changed. Three months that she had found a place where she belonged and she hadn't looked back on her human life. The strange stallion was exactly that, strange and most definitely male. He ruled the Mirage from behind the scenes with a deft hand that kept them fed, housed, and clothed in the best that could be offered. He had found her a place at the bar where she worked nights and a small apartment near the leopard she had saved so that she was well looked out for. Some nights she spent there and other nights he pulled her into his bed for nights of passion that left her trembling and gasping. No hand was raised against her here, no judgment and the anthros that worked the Mirage treated her as one of the family despite her background.

She placed the bottles behind the bar and slipped into the back room with a wag of her thick bushy tail. It was the type of life she'd never dreamed she'd lead, but it was what she wanted. The humans looked down their noses at her, but then again, they always had. She knew the secrets beneath the anthro world. She knew the power they held and what they kept in check. No one would ever recognize her as the Reverend's son and no one would ever make her go back home to be beaten and abused by his hypocritical preaching. The wolf's lips twitched in a smile as she took the stairs at a run towards Kalan's door. She was wild and free. She was a wolf. Not a pink fleshed weak human, but a predator that could defend herself.

Sylvia came to Kalan's door and drew in a breath to make sure she wasn't panting and tugged at the loose bellydancer costume she had chosen for the night. The little bells chimed merrily and the smooth blue silk clung along her breasts perfectly. The long spill of the fabric covered her lower body and spilled all the way down to the floor, but was split to show the long white furred legs. She'd chosen it in the hopes that the stallion would summon her. She drew in a breath and opened the door with her ears up and tail held high.

"Sylvia, my lovely wolf." The stallion's purring voice greeted her from where he stood near the bed and a bound nude human female. "I'm so glad you came in time."

"I would always be available for you." She gave a sweeping bow that startled a whickering chuckle from the fae stallion's throat.

"Oh yes... I would like you to meet Jessie." The stallion leaned forward and wrapped his fingers into the human woman's hair before jerking it violently back. "Jessie, I would like you to meet Sylvia."

The wolf looked at the human aloofly. The humans were Kalan's toys and harem girls. She had worked at the Mirage a week before learning how he took care of those who came too close to his secret identity or caused him problems. He had nearly a dozen of them that he'd changed into his ideal companions and trained to be his 'pets'. This one glared at her angrily with the eyes spread too wide and her nude body bound in chains so that it hung from the four poster bed. A ball gag was shoved into her lips and even her hands were forcibly wrapped around a balancing bar that had been attached to the bed. The dark shape of the stallion loomed behind his toy with his shaft resting right on the round ass cheeks.

"A new one, sir?" She pricked her ears up a little bit as the stallion's hand suddenly slapped one of the girl's ass cheeks and the new female let out a shriek of rage.

"Oh yes, I wanted you to watch her being broken in. I've picked her especially for that." The stallion's voice deepened into a near growling purr as the shaft drew backwards. "After all, this was the most suitable way to thank her for bringing you to me. Don't you think?"

The strange stallion bucked forward and Jessie shrieked out as the animalistic cock tore into her virginal body in one hard brutal stroke. Her entire body jerked in the chains as they eyes teared up, but the stallion only shoved harder as inch by inch she was violated. Sylvia watched with her eyes widening as she met the new human's eyes. The face was perfectly sculpted into feminine beauty, save for one scar that bisected here eye brow. One scar that marked her face. One scar that matched the man who had been threatening Spot the day she had first come here. The wolf watched as Jessie shrieked and cursed behind the ball gag as she was inducted into Kalan's harem. Sylvia's lips pulled back in a slight smile.

"Oh yes, she should be thanked," The wolf murmured and licked her lips with a long red tongue. Justice in the anthro world had a strange sweet edge. No. Not the anthro world, her world. Her home. Her family.