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In life, the coyote had been a lithe lovely little dancer. Her trim body and smoothly brushed fur coupled with her bright eyes and nimble feet had made her into quite the start at several of the clubs that Kalan owned. He had valued her, as he valued all his dancers and her desire to stay out of prostitution was one that he honored. In death, she was little more than red raw meat that bled into the moist ground. Her head twisted to one side, her eyes glazed with a look of terror on them. The shot gun blast had happened at close range, or perhaps it had just been a gun of a sort he didn't recognize. The black stallion narrowed his red on red eyes and flared his nostrils to clear them as he glared down at the glossy picture of Swift.

"This makes how many, Jack?" He kept his voice level, only a hint of the anger purred beneath it as he leaned back in his chair.

"Third one, sir." He glanced over and the mule was staring at the wall, not at the picture, not at his master. There was caution in that look.

The former unicorn's tail coiled next to his ankles as he leaned forward and tapped a thick nailed finger against the picture. Someone was murdering his people. No, not murdering, hunting. Three of his girls had gone missing in the last four weeks and they had been released into land outside of town and shot down like so much meat. In each case the tails had been taken as a trophy as if the hunter was proud of what he had done. It was barbaric, it was disgusting and it made a shiver of red rage run through him. The police had been no help. His feelers had brought back information that they were reported, but that little had been done to try and find the killers. After all, who cared about poaching? Poaching. It would be murder, a serial murderer, if the victims were human. But no, it was poaching.

The stallion flexed his finger against the picture as the familiar rage welled up inside of him. An anger that lurked beneath the surface and had charred his formerly white hide black. These were his people, they were his to protect and care for. He was their protection and sanctuary. He ran his businesses quietly behind the scenes, but all knew that he was here. He would keep them safe where he could, he would give them shelter, food and someone in a position of power who gave a damn about their lives. He was the one that ensured that those who worked as prostitutes returned safely. He was the one that cut out the attempt to slip drug dealers into his clubs or those who forced themselves on his people. And now they had done the unthinkable.

"Do we know who it is? Do we suspect?" Kalan's words came out soft, so very softly. He didn't trust himself to speak louder or he might scream. Control was the name of his game. Control.

"Swift left Sinful Delights around one o'clock with someone they've had regularly there for three days. He hasn't been back in the last two nights." Jack licked his soft thick lips as he spoke of the club he had opened near the water front. "The police said that they weren't in the business of hunting down prostitutes customers and embarrassing them for nothing."

"No, but they are oh so busy with their human laws, are they not?" The stallion brushed his fingers over the red photo and he leaned backwards. "They have failed us, Jack. They have failed Swift. I cannot bring her back, I cannot bring Liza nor Jenny back, but I can bring them justice."

"Will you kill him, sir?" Jack's voice hardened and the fallen unicorn flicked his eyes up to see the anger in the normally complacent face. The stallion softened his eyes. The second victim, Jenny, had been a lovely little donkey that had spent most of her time with the old fellow.

"No, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to punish him. Death will only allow him to know an end. Perhaps not peaceful, but it would be an end to what we can do." The stallion brushed a finger over the pictures one last time and curled his dark thick lips up in a feral smile. "He will be given no such mercy. So he thinks us animals to be hunted? Then I shall prove how animalistic we can be. After all, I so rarely share my toys, I think it would be fitting that this one experience the full gauntlet of our people."

"Don't you mean she?" The mule's eyes lit up slightly and he bobbed his ragged head, "I'll find him, sir."

"Good.." The stallion leaned back and hooded his red on red eyes. His nostrils quivered slightly as he watched Jack leave and he leaned his head back against the chair. Justice. No, not justice. The former unicorn never believed in justice. Not truly. But he was an expert in vengeance. The thought coaxed a bitter smile to his lips.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Why won't you just freaking tell me, Beau?" Jared let some of his frustration leak into his tone as they sat across from one another in a small hole in the wall bar. "Seriously, you've been mostly missing all last week and when you do show up you're weird."

"Geez, just leave it alone." Beau gave him a long look, "I've just had some shit to work through, alright? It's not like you're really all that bothered by me not being around. You're working just fine with the gang alone."

Jared gave the other young man a look and snorted before plucking up his beer. The pair of them were settled well away from the door and from the music. He hated music, it was unbearably loud in any bar and it was always the stupid catchy faux-cajun music that they blasted in any bar around New Orleans. Even the small ones did it at random because they wanted to attract tourists with fat pockets. And well away from the door because neither of them felt safe there. At least, Jared didn't, Beau didn't have a reason to stick away from the door. He had been missing from the 'game' for the last four weeks and only showed up when he wanted a drink or to give a distracted greeting. And that was pissing Jared off to no end.

They had grown up together. They were as close as brothers. Hell they looked like brothers. They were both around the same height, with dark black hair that fell down along their faces, their eyes were a touch different, but not from afar. They only had small differences. More than one person had called them twins and remarked at how strange it was that they were both unrelated but looked so much alike. They thought it was just a strange happenstance, but it wasn't. They'd started to dress alike, fix their hair alike and even modulate their tones to match years ago. It's what made the 'game' so easy for them and how they never got caught. The 'game' of course being various petty and larger thefts around New Orleans.

Jared had been arrested just as often as Beau had, but the thing was, neither of them were ever charged. While one was off lifting wallets, breaking into houses or generally earning money in less then legal ways, the other was always very much in public. They appeared at bars, banks, places with cameras and video that would show them there. The police couldn't hold them, not when it was obvious that he was in another place entirely at the time. They had a little gang with four more members that tried to copy them, but none of them were able to do it nearly as well. Granted, they were doing better then him at the moment since Beau had seemed to have decided to drop their little gang entirely.

"Are you out?" Jared finally snapped the words out without trying to hide his own frustration. "If you are, I need to fucking know right now."

"Jesus, you are touchy." Beau's eyes slid back to him lazily. "I told you, I've got some shit I'm doing right now. Don't worry about it. The season is almost over anyway."

"Season? What season? Oh god, you aren't out with your Uncle again are you?" Jared threw himself back with a groan.

"Something like that." Beau gave a bit of a smile and hid his expression behind his beer.

"How the hell did you get roped into going out gator hunting and whatever the fuck those rodents are called? Your uncle is such a freak." Jared shook his head a little bit. "I thought you told him you weren't going out after the time he left you stranded because you didn't want to get in the water?"

"Don't worry about it." Beau took a final sip of his drink. "Just trust me, it'll all be over soon until next season and I'll be back. Promise."

"Damnitall. Fine, but if you're not back by next season I'm kicking your ass!" He glared up at his friend only to hear Beau laugh and the young man dropped a wad of money on the table. "Here, to cover some drinks for you and the rest. I gotta bolt. The hunting is always best at night, you know."

"Yeah yeah, go hide in the swamp with your freaky ass uncle." Jared muttered a bit, but picked up the money with a lopsided grin. "Watch out for your ass! You know how those sorts get!"

"You know my ass is just for you, lover boy." Beau called back with just as much humor and blew him a fake kiss before darting out into the streets.

Jared gave his head a slow shake back and forth. Beau was always like that. No matter how pissed off he got at his friend, he was always able to leave with a smile and playful remark that made the anger seem to just slip away. It wasn't really fair that he was able to do that. It wasn't fair that he could smooth a bad mood so easily, but Beau had always been that way. Ever since they were little they'd been friends and Beau was the one with the easy laugh and care free life style. And when Jared had to make a bolt after his old man had nearly whipped the skin off his back, Beau had found him a place to stay. Beau had set him up and they'd figured out how to steal and not only steal, but be good at it. Beau was like the big brother he always wanted even if he could be frustrating as all hell when he got a bug up his ass.

Jared drained his glass of the sharp beer and gave his head a bit of a shake. He glanced down at his cell phone. It was only ten, there was plenty of time left in the evening to gather up some of the gang. It was getting closer and closer to Halloween and the tourists were starting to flock around the Quarter. Pretty soon it would be thick with them and they'd be able to snag up a bit more money hitting them harder then they dared hit the locals. It made his lips twitch a bit in a smile and he set down his beer and paid off the tab at the bar. Having the talk with Beau had lightened a load that had rested on him for the last few weeks. His partner was doing just fine, now to make sure that the gang still worked well when he came back.

"S'cuse me, sir." A low rough voice hit him as he stepped out of the bar and he frowned a bit as a large form pushed away from the wall.

At first he thought that it was someone in an early Halloween costume, but when they lifted their head he recognized it wasn't a costume. It was an honest to god two legged mule. The anthro gave him a nervous look and a thick tongue flicked out to lick the pale lips. Like most of the furries, the equine looked nervous at having attention on him and shifted on heavy hooves. Jared felt a moment of pity for the beast. Likely he had been waiting outside of the bar for a chance to find a customer for the evening. Most of the furries worked the streets one way or another, though this little bar was definitely not known as a gay anything.

"I don't swing that way." Jared put a smile on his face as he said it. "You might try the Exile down on Bourbon, they have a lot of folks there that'd be happy for you."

"Oh, no, sir." The big mule shook his head until the ears shook back and forth. "I was just wondering..." The words trailed off and the equine seemed to stumble over them as he mumbled.

Jared frowned slightly as he tried to pick them out. The big creature twitched his hands together, almost wringing them as if he were taken over with nerves. Then again, most of the anthros seemed nervous around humans and even more nervous around males. It was one of the things he hated about this town. He hated the way they had forced the poor creatures into being whores, dancers and worse. New Orleans was great for making money, but it was shit for the furries. They always seemed to walk around half beaten, as if expecting another blow to come. He didn't feel badly about much, but he'd seen enough of them quietly standing on the outskirts and outright abused that he felt as close to guilt as he could manage.

It wasn't that he really cared about politics, not really. But he'd grown up watching Disney movies. He'd grown up with all the different cartoon animals that had been friendly and well loved. He could remember watching them with bright happy eyes. And when he was older, he saw them for real. Except, no one treated them like they had in the stories. No one was happy to see them, no one cared about them, not really. The law said that they were citizens, but not full citizens. They were still debating what they would constitute for under the law and they'd been out for well over a decade. They were still just trying to get a right to vote and have a fair hearing. No matter how many good old fashioned speciests he met, he still couldn't look at them and not feel the same warmth he had felt as a child watching his shows. It was obscure logic, but it was the only reason he could come up with on why he went out of his way to be nice to them.

He finally lifted a hand and walked towards the jack as the creature sent him an almost pitiful look.

"Easy, it's okay. What do you need? I'd be happy to-" The words trailed off as something sharp and pointed brushed against his belly.

"I need you, boy." The mule's voice, which had been soft and nervous, hardened and turned rough. "Not a sound, not a word, just walk and be thankful that you're wanted alive."

"Wha-errk.." The blade pushed harder until Jared was forced to suck in a breath and he was forced to turn at the tip of the blade.

The mule forced him to walk quietly behind two buildings until the large heavy fist slammed down against the side of his head. Darkness and sparks of light rippled over his vision as he collapsed and the road rushed up to meet him. His last sight was that of the shod hooves standing near his head.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"GET UP!" The braying voice was accompanied by a rush of ice cold water that surrounded Jared and flooded his mouth and nose. It was cold enough that it was almost painful and it jolted him awake with a burbling scream.

He thrashed and kicked, he threw his legs backwards and hit against something large and furred as he struggled to get his head up. He was only held under for a few moments before he was yanked back up gasping and sputtering. Chunks of ice slid down along the curve of his cheeks as he coughed out great lungfuls of water and his eyes snapped open wide. His teeth chattered, his head pounded and he had no idea what was happening. The only reason he hadn't fallen on the ground was the fact a hand gripped him by the scruff of his neck. He kicked a few times and coughed out a mouthful of water onto the ground before huddling and trembling. He tried to ignore the stabbing pain in his head.

"About damn time." The voice was rough as he opened an eye and tried to stop his chattering teeth. He found himself staring up at the mule he had seen outside of the bar.

"Wh-wh-what d-do you w-w-want..?" He managed to get the words out from between his chattering teeth in a stutter.

"You should be well aware of what we want by now." Another voice, a male voice, but smoothly masculine drawled out. "Jack, please put him down on the chair. You are going to strangle him and that isn't what we are looking for."

"Yes, sir." The mule lifted his head to look at someone and then glared down at him. God, the mule didn't look meek now. He looked pissed. Well and truly pissed off.

Jared struggled slightly as he was pulled over and shoved into a stool. The leather squeaked under his bare ass and the high back pressed against the line of his spine. Bare ass? His teeth continued to chatter as he looked down and found himself entirely naked. He didn't even have shoes or socks on. He pulled his legs up away from the ground and moved his hands down to cover himself as best he could under the circumstances. His cheeks flushed red and helped bring a bit of heat to him to chase away to lingering cold. He kept his eyes fixated on the ground, but it didn't last for long. Not when he saw a long black tufted tail curling and uncurling against the edge of another stool.

He followed that tail and expected to see a pair of broad leonine paws, but instead he looked up to see a set of cloven hooves hooked against the metal rung. He looked up and up. The long legs faded into curved hips that were almost androgynous save for the fact the naked sheath was heavy and full against the lower belly. The blunt hint of a glans spread it open even at rest in a lewd peep show of animalistic sexuality. He forced his eyes higher as the blush returned and stopped as he found himself meeting a set of red on red eyes. Deep crimson pupils that looked like dried blood surrounded by ruby red that glittered in the light. The horse like head was crowned with a pair of long ears and a spill of mane that was pulled back in a loose braid except for the forelock that spilled between the eyes. It.. was a horse? Not a horse?

"I see you are awake," The stallion spoke softly, almost a whisper and leaned forward. "Jack was worried he might have killed you with the blow to your head. It would have been unfortunate if he had. Humans have such... frail bodies compared to most."

"Wh-what do you w-want?" He stuttered the words slightly, but they weren't bad. He was warming up. How long had they been dunking him in ice water?

"You. Simply enough, I want you." The stallion's strange mad eyes narrowed down to slits. "I take pride in keeping my people safe, boy. I take pride that I run this city from behind the scenes to ensure their happiness and welfare, but I will not tolerate their abuse. I will not tolerate violation against every moral that your people so often preach about. I will not tolerate YOU."

"I don't understand.." He tripped over the words and swallowed roughly as he leaned backwards and forced his eyes to look away from the creature.

Something about the midnight black equine unsettled him. It made him terribly aware that he was naked, vulnerable and unable to defend himself. It wasn't a mild nervous creature, but the beast radiated confidence and dominance. It made him squirm a bit. Looking around didn't help. He stared out at an empty club with the chairs laid up for the night. The lights were mostly off, but there were a few still on the stage and around the edges. There were no dancers, though, there were no customers. It was echoingly empty and he didn't recognize it. It was a strip club, he knew that, he could see the poles on the stages and the cages that were meant to hold dancers. But it could be any strip club anywhere in New Orleans.

"We have reports of you at the clubs. We have had many reports that you have been frequenting them looking for your... prey." The stallion spoke and suddenly a hand gripped him beneath the chin and gave him a rough yank so he was forced to look at the horse again. "Do not look at my club, you shall look at me."

"The Oasis? I'm at The Oasis?" Jared asked stupidly and tried to wrap his mind around what was happening.

"Did you think we only stripped here, boy? Did you think our strip clubs were owned by a fat wealthy human who paid the dancers in kibble to entertain you and your kind?" The stallion threw his head back and whickered laughter. The sound was high and wild, not human. Not human at all. "Oh no, my precious boy, this is my club. I own them. I own where you seek out my lovely dancers and I know what you have done. I should have you killed for it. Jack wished you dead. Did you not, old friend?"

"Yes, Kalan. I wished him dead. Still do." The mule's eyes were glaring at him, dark and rage filled.

"So tell me, boy, why did you do it? Why did you come to my clubs and do such things? I wish to know." The horse, Kalan?, tilted his head and gave him a long look. Jared felt as if they were talking another language. "Tell me, Beau, why do you hate us? Despise us? We have given you no reason, but I can. And I intend to. You see us as an endless herd of victims for your sickness, but I will show you that we are not victims. We are not your prey. We are the wolves. We are the hunters."

_Beau?! He called me Beau. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he thinks I'm Beau! _ Jared opened his mouth slightly and then closed it as the stallion leaned forward.

The dark hands moved to cup either side of his face and the fur brushed against his bare skin. What had Beau been doing? He wanted to be confused, he wanted to be able to be unable to figure out why they wanted him, but he couldn't. Jared knew his friend all too well. If there was one thing that Beau loved, it was the whores that the anthros made of themselves. That was one area they both differed in. He would spend quite a large chunk of their earned money on the streets and purchasing lithe little mice and squirrels so he could use them. He said he loved how tight they were, how small, how good their fur felt. Obviously he had done something wrong. It wouldn't be the first time that Beau had bailed on paying a prostitute.

Shit, shit, shit. He felt the fingers slip downwards to rest on his shoulders and became aware of the dark red eyes that were looming closer. The hot puff of breath that hit against his cheek was scented like a stallions.

He wanted to push away and tell them he wasn't Beau. Hell, they had his pants somewhere and that came complete with his wallet. That would show who he was. He could tell them that. He opened his lips and stopped himself. It was too ingrained in him to want to turn over the young man who was like his brother. Beau fucked up all the time, but they covered for each other. They always covered for each other. Beau had taken a few beatings for him in the past and never mentioned that he wasn't the one he wanted. That sort of loyalty should be rewarded and he could handle getting roughed up or money stolen from them. He could handle all of it.

"Do you have nothing to say, human?" The nose was almost against his own and he felt the fingers squeezing his shoulders. "Do you not wish to beg for mercy? Or are you sure that you are going to be able to escape?"

"Are you going to talk me to death or what?" Jared snapped back without thinking and a low laugh spilled from between the dark lips.

"Oh no, my dear boy, I don't believe in death to punish what you did. I would far prefer to teach you... a more intimate lesson. And if you survive, then I will see what you have learned." Kalan murmured and the head dropped down. "But not in this body. Not in this form. You will be as helpless as your victims. Your crimes deserve no mercy, so you will feel, you will experience, every pain and pleasure of your transformation. There are no sweet dark dreams to hide behind."

He wanted to ask what victims but the center of the stallion's head suddenly gave a flash. It wasn't really a flash of light, it was a pulse that rippled and he had a glimpse of scarred flesh before his entire body jerked against the chair. The fingers that gripped his shoulders flexed and he dimly felt himself being hauled upwards as he could almost taste electricity on his tongue. It flowed over him and a scream burst free from his lips. It felt as if the electricity was spilling through his body and tearing over him. It hurt, it burned his nerves as he twisted against the bar and arched his back up high for a moment and ran his nails down along the stallion's forearms as he was thrown over the bar. He felt the wood against his back while he was pinned.

Jared didn't care if he was on the bar, if he was nude, or if he was guilty of anything or innocent. The pain flared through him and made it impossible to think or speak. It snapped over him and made him arch upwards, but another set of hands gripped his ankles and pulled so he was forced to lay flat against the bar. At first, he thought he was being electrocuted somehow. Some trick, some device, was being used to cause pain. He'd been beaten to be taught a lesson before, he'd even been burned a time or two, but he'd never been shocked. But that thought spilled away as the sensation didn't die away, instead he felt as if the electricity was brushing over every last nerve. It coaxed them to become achingly sensitive as he whimpered and bit his lip.

The first hint that something was going wrong, horribly wrong, was the spill of his raven black hair as it tumbled down along his forehead. He blinked his eyes a little and frowned as the curl swept along his forehead only and found himself staring up into the stallion's face. The dark lips were peeled back to show flashing white teeth. He tried to jerk up against the hands that held him pinned, but he couldn't. He couldn't fight past their hold, he couldn't wriggle or writhe free. Not when the pain pulsed through him and started to change his vision to splashes of darkness. He struggled to keep conscious, struggled to fight his way free, but in the end the darkness loomed up and twisted around him. His last clear sight was of his body softening and changing before it all turned black.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"...I cannot undo what has been done." The voice echoed through Jared's mind. A deep rumbling voice that sounded tired. "Are you positive?"

"As positive as I can be, sir." A softer male voice, a bit higher in pitch, not the mules. Jared swallowed and shifted slightly, half expecting the pain that he had felt before he lost consciousness to erupt over him again. "He was down near the riverfront and approached Snow on her way to work."

"And this one?" The deeper male voice. Kalan? Was that the name? Jacob felt half drugged as he tried to concentrate on moving his body.

"Connected, I think." The harsher voice of the mule brayed out. "Definitely connected somehow. Related perhaps, but word through the Quarter is that he's not involved. There's a petty gang that runs about, but they don't do much more then snatch wallets, purses and occasionally goods from a store. The other one is involved too, but has been.. missing. Working independently I think. Nothing we've had indicates that there's more than one person involved. The ID in his wallet says Jared Blake."

"I put out feelers, he caught on when Snow tried to lure him back here." The first male chirped out and Jacob moved slowly. His hands tingled slightly.

"I'm not risking any more of my people. This one will know something." There was a long silence followed by a low growl that sent a shiver down Jacob's spine. "If I thought he was a part of it I could get the information from him, but I have my doubts. I cannot undo what's been done, magic doesn't work that way. I will not add to the-"

Jacob wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to be quiet, but he also wanted to find out what had happened. He had only meant to open one eye enough to see who was in the room, but when he cracked it open he let out an involuntary hiss as bright light hit him. The speakers went silent and something moved near his head. He could feel the softness of the cushions he was on shifting before a large dark head leaned over him. The equine features were like something out of his worst nightmare. A nightmare born of pain and terror before unconsciousness had taken mercy on him. He flinched away and tried to scoot down but a hand, no.. a paw rested on his legs.

"Do not move, you will make yourself dizzy until you've come all the way awake." The stallion's voice was curiously soft as he peered down. "What is your name?"

"Beau.." His voice sounded wrong and he frowned a little bit at the soft almost airy voice instead of his normal deeper one.

"We know that's not true. Who are you? Where is Beau Jenkins?" The stallion's brows furrowed slightly and Jared swallowed roughly.

"I don't know.." He trailed off and licked his lips. Whatever these people were doing, they were going to do it to his friend, his brother. He wouldn't turn him over to these creatures. Not when the memory of the pain was still alive on his skin.

He struggled to sit up and hands gripped his shoulders. He ignored them. He suddenly wanted to get up, get away, find out what was wrong with him. Everything felt wrong, his body, his shape, his mind. He gripped the edge of the cushions he was on and shoved up past the arms holding him. As he got up he felt covers slipping down over his chest and body and he moved one arm to hold himself up using the back of the couch. The world tilted dizzily as he stared down at the familiar form of his body, but it wasn't familiar. It wasn't his body. His eyes unfocused a bit as he stared at a pair of soft plump breasts and the rosy nipples that stood out on them.

"Jackson! Get under his arm! Lay down!" Kalan's words were sharp, but they echoed. It was almost a relief when the darkness rushed up to engulf him again. The cold shot of fear curled in his stomach as he took the image of what he'd seen with him. It couldn't be his body, it couldn't, he wasn't female...

~ ~ * ~ ~

Jared didn't wake up to the sound of voices again. He didn't wake up to arguing or noises or anything except for the steady soft sound of breathing and warmth that wrapped around him. He felt covers sprawled over him and silky soft sheets beneath him as he slowly stirred and opened his eyes to near complete darkness. The only light came from the partially opened door across from him. When he stirred his skin didn't tingle, didn't ache, and his mind felt more sleep fogged then dizzy. He shifted in the bed and lifted his head up slightly before he realized that he was most positively not alone in the bed. The moment he started to stir a furred arm squeezed against his waist and he realized that he was being spooned by an overly warm furred body along his back.

"Shhh, it's alright.." The voice was soft and tickled against the back of his neck. A paw brushed along the curve of his belly and massaged lightly. "You're alright."

"What happened?" His voice was light and soft, "Let me go.."

"I'm not hurting you. You needed to sleep and we couldn't leave you alone, nor do you deserve to be in a cage." The body moved and stretched. Jared trembled slightly as he caught a faint animalistic musk on the furred body against his back as an arm reached over him.

A light turned on and he found himself staring along a long spotted arm as it pulled back and the hand on his belly shifted. His belly... Jared glanced down and the covers weren't thick enough to hide what was beneath them. The last glimpse he had of his body came rushing up and he let out a short choked noise. Not his body, what was beneath the covers definitely wasn't masculine. He, god no, she jerked up and shoved away from the anthro holding her to push up onto her ass and leaned back against the headboard of the bed shaking.

"Calm down.." The anthro sat up slightly and blinked a few times. The cheetah's face was spotted with splashes of dark rosettes and a rich gold beneath it. The yellow-green eyes peered at him intently.

"What did you people do to me?" Jared whispered and she heard the feminine voice beneath the whisper. Not masculine, not even near to masculine. "God, I'm dreaming, it's a fucking nightmare."

"No, no, damnit.." The cheetah turned his head back to the door and then looked back to her. "Listen, we didn't mean to. We thought we were your friend, we thought you were the one.." The feline face grimaced slightly. "Someone who had done something horrible to our people. Kalan didn't realize until it was too late and he couldn't stop the magic."

"This is real?" Jared trembled and drew her legs up before wincing. She was naked beneath the blanket, entirely nude and the cover had bunched up just enough that she could see the slender curve of her belly all the way down to the spread of her hips. "Turn me back!"

"It's not that easy. Humans are.. strange with magic. I mean, really strange. Once you use it on them it sticks." The cheetah shook his head. "Just breath alright, you've been sleeping all day. Normally the change isn't so hard, but it was supposed to be part of the punishment. I'm Jackson by the way."

"Jackson.." Jared laughed and it sounded slightly hysterical. "What the fuck am I going to do? Where is that horse?"

"Kalan's not a horse. He's something..else.." Jackson wrinkled his brow a bit. "And he's trying to find out where the real culprit is and... keeping away from you. He doesn't trust himself around you like this."

"Like this? Like a fucking girl?" Jared jerked her hands up and the cheetah moved to sit up. The blanket fell off him and showed a white furred chest and belly as he settled in next to her and gave his head a shake.

"Everyone has a weakness. Right now he needs to bring in the right person. It's... tempting to make you talk." The cheetah frowned a bit. "Just, you're better off here. He doesn't want you hurt and he knows me. I like humans." Jackson's muzzle parted to show white fangs as he grinned. "I'm not going to hold a grudge just because you look like someone else."

"Leave Beau alone." Jared tried to growl out the threat, but her voice didn't work that way, it was too delicate, too high pitched.

"That's out of my hands." A spotted arm slid over her shoulders and pulled her in against him.

"What is this place? What is that.. Kalan? And why the hell are you sleeping naked with me?" The last question came out outraged as she realized the blanket was low enough to reveal that the cheetah wasn't wearing a damn thing.

"This is the Oasis. It's our.. home, I guess. A lot of us have apartments and stuff, but this is where we feel safe. Kalan is our protector. He runs a few businesses, but really he helps make sure that we're able to live here in peace. He makes sure that no matter how bad it is out there.." The cheetah gave his head a slight tilt as if towards the door. "It's safe in here for us. He'll figure out what to do with you. It's not like he's just going to throw you out to the dogs."

"Yeah.. because being a girl in the middle of a fucking strip club is a great idea." Jared lowered her head so that it pushed against her knees.

"It's not so bad as all that, it's fun to dance. It's fun to use a body and know that others want it, desire it, lust for it. One of the reasons so many of us work here is because we're designed to appeal to humans. Your kind just love the unique and we're as unique as they come." Jackson moved over and pulled her forward so that she was suddenly resting against his side. "And you're not in the middle of the strip club, you're here in one of the quiet rooms and I'm assigned to keep you safe. It's not like I'm going to let anything happen to you. Hell, Kalan won't either. He didn't want to do this to you, if you'd just told him you weren't your friend you would have been let go. He'll make it right somehow. He might not be a full unicorn anymore, but he's still got that twisted sense of honor his kind have. Especially if you can help us find... your friend" He hesitated over the last words.

"I don't think he can make it right. I'm not a girl, I'm a guy damnit. This shouldn't be happening!" She snapped, but the arm along her shoulders felt warm, comforting.. good. "He's more then my friend. He's like my brother. Why the hell should I help you do this to him? Do this to anyone??"

Jackson blue out a sigh and the hand stroked along her side lightly and he pushed himself up so that she was tucked against the curve of her body. "You'll have to ask him that. Me? I'm just here to make sure you didn't wake up and freak out or hurt yourself. I know it's hard, but..."

Jared wanted to rail and scream. She wanted to tell him exactly what she thought about the situation, but instead of the anger rising up to be unleashed on the cheetah, hot tears welled up in her eyes. For the first time since she had been a child the tears rolled down her cheeks and she let out a choking sound. She wanted to stop, she wanted to bottle up the despair, anger, confusion and fear that rose up, but she couldn't. One tear was followed by another and then another. They rolled down her cheeks and the cheetah let out a noise as she sobbed out against his side. His arm tightened around her and she tried to pull away, but the lean cat was stronger then he looked. He pulled her closer and she couldn't get away as he dragged her into his lap.

A dam broke. One she hadn't even realized that she possessed, because once the tears started they couldn't be stopped. She hated that the sounds she made weren't even remotely male, but they still came out as Jackson cuddled her against his chest and stroked the bare line of her back. The soft curves of her body were pressed in tight against the soft fur while he rocked her lightly. She didn't just cry for the fact she was trapped in a woman's body, she cried for hurts she had thought she'd gotten over ages ago. She cried for the pain she'd gone through and the betrayal of her family. She cried for a hundred little hurts over her ears and they spilled down her cheeks and into the pale white chest fur. And through it all she was aware of a vibrating noise, a deep purr that thrummed through her as she was held close and safe against the feline. His warm fur pressed against her while her head was tucked beneath his chin.

She didn't know how long she cried or how long she lost control. She knew that her throat ached by the time the tears stopped, but Jackson's purr continued. A sound of comfort as his paw stroked in circles against her back. Being tucked against his chest and in his lap made her feel vulnerable, almost afraid, but she didn't' struggle to get away from him. As vulnerable as she felt, it also felt warm and safe in his arms and lap. She tried her tears against fur so soft it felt like velvet and let out a soft ragged sigh. The warm scent of him filled her nose like an exotic cologne. It was warm and musky, but not unappealing. It was quite the opposite. It was the sort of scent that made her draw it in a bit more deeply while his paws stroked her back. She hesitantly curled her hands against his side and snuggled in against him, part of her frightened that she was being drawn so close, but the rest of her felt warm and soothed by his gentle caresses. It wasn't until she became aware of something not furred, not soft, against her thigh that she tensed up.

"Ah.. sorry.." Jackson's voice vibrated with a purr and his head lifted up. "Kind of an unavoidable response..."

Jared pulled her head back and found the cheetah's head slightly turned and his ears showing a bit of red around the edges. He didn't fight her pulling away from him, he didn't try to trap her against him. If anything he looked abashed by his body's reaction. "Oh.. I just wasn't expecting.. ah.. that.."

She flushed a bit and the heat flooded her cheeks. She knew she should pull away from his touch. She knew that she should be embarrassed and outraged at the warm dark red length that pressed against her thigh. But she couldn't. She glanced down to see the tip against the soft curve of her hip and her breath caught in her throat. It wasn't human. Not human at all. It was tapered with fleshy barbs ringing it, just barely visible and felt against her hip. It grew thicker lower down. She could feel it pressing against her hip as she shifted her weight and the swell of the balls that rested along the curve of her rump cheek. She tried to think of something to say that would make this less embarrassing, less awkward, but the warm musky scent of him and the feel of his arousal didn't let her think of anything except what she was feeling.

She licked her lips with a flick of her tongue before moving her weight deliberately. She ran her hip along his shaft and brushed along it until she felt the barbs tickling her naked skin. Jackson sucked in a swift breath and the paw against her hip flexed slightly. His strange eyes peered down at her curiously and his ears went up on his head as she felt the flush deepening along her cheeks. Why was she reacting like this? She didn't know, but feeling the gentle stroke of the hand glide along her hip, she wasn't quite sure she cared.

The cheetah's paw gently stroked her, the blunt claws played along her bare skin as he lowered his head and kept his eyes focused on her face before nuzzling against her neck. She let out a soft breath as the whiskers tickled against her before a rough tongue left a hot wet line against her. The texture was so different from a human, the feel of him so hot and broad as he trailed towards her jaw line before giving her a gentle nip. The hand on her hip massaged against her while she was pulled in closer and she didn't fight it. She took in a deep breath of his scent and moved her hand down to brush along the exposed glans that rested against her thigh. She hesitated only a moment before her thumb caressed right over the tip and she felt it pulse in reaction. The purr bubbled up from the spotted cat, but it was different now. It wasn't the steady sound of comfort, but a rougher noise as the hot tongue ran along her throat again.

Jared shifted and squirmed against the lap as she stroked around the head of the shaft. The precum bubbled up and clung to her fingers as she pulled her leg over the cheetah's hips and straddled him so that his paws cupped against her hips. She leaned backwards to let his tongue lick and tease it's way down her bare upper chest until it was dancing along the edge of her breasts. The feel of that hot breath teasing over her breasts made her nipples tighten and harden. It wasn't like being a guy, the feel of arousal wasn't anything like being male, it made her squirm and breath a bit faster as she wrapped her hand securely around the dark red cock and squeezed it. Jackson's purr broke in a soft hiss before his hips rolled up into her touch.

His paws pulled against her hips and the blunt claws dug in lightly against her bare skin as she was pulled in close enough that she let out a whimper. The whimper turned into a sharp cry as hot eager wet lips wrapped around one of her nipples and the tongue curled beneath it. The captured nub was rolled along the rough tongue and stroked while she felt a part of her she'd never had being pushed against the base of the cock. The soft feminine lips pressed against the furred sheath as well as the smooth shaft and sent a shock of pleasure through her. She wanted to be scared or disgusted or upset at what was happening, but she couldn't. Heat flushed through her body while her fingers teased and rubbed right beneath the edge of the barbed tip and Jackson groaned out around her nipple.

Jared rolled her hips down against him and he sucked hard and tight around her nipple. She felt his sharp teeth brushing against the edge of that soft flesh while his tongue rolled beneath her nipple and pinned it against the roof of his mouth. It drew a soft cry past her lips and her hips automatically rolled forward against him. Her knees pushed down against the bed until she felt her soft outer lips pressing right up against the hard length of him. He felt almost feverishly hot against her folds and the tip spilled out another thick drool of precum that spilled downwards against the palm of her hand. She stroked her fingers all the way up towards the tip and then downwards as far as she could reach. As she pushed down she brushed her own folds and a hot blush flared to life. She was wet, god, she was actually growing slick and wet grinding against the cheetah.

Jackson slowly pulled his lips free from her nipple leaving it tingling and slippery, "You can tell me no." His voice was a soft purring rumble and she drew in a trembling breath.

"I don't want too.." She tried to sound sure, but her voice was a bit breath as her fingers felt the soft feminine outer lips and her own wetness coated her fingers. The cheetah grinned with a flash of sharp white teeth and bristling whiskers before his hands moved to cup her rump cheeks.

Jared whimpered a bit as she realized he was lifting her upwards. She was pressed forward until her bare breasts rubbed against all that sleek silky fur. His tongue flicked against her neck before he gripped her shoulder and her hips were pulled high enough that her fingers slipped away under the stroke of the shaft. The cock was throbbing and brushing along her, gathering up her wetness as she felt her inner walls contracting. It made her breath come out in a rush, but she didn't try to get away. Everything felt swollen and overly warm, she couldn't think straight and she didn't care that she couldn't. The cheetah wasn't forcing her or abusing her, he was almost delicate as his hips pulled back and the tapered tip of his cock traced right along her outer lips.

Thick slippery precum oozed out and trailed over her outer lips. She felt the goopy stuff clinging to her and mixing with her own arousal. She swallowed and buried her nose into the thick neck fur, breathing in that hot male musk while his fingers flexed against her ass cheeks. The tip traced right over her clit and her entire body jerked and bucked forward in reaction. The shock of pleasure forced a whimper past her lips before he shifted her just enough he was probing right against an opening she had never had. She wanted him in her, she wanted every last animalistic inch of his cock plunged into her body so she could feel the barbs rubbing through her. She felt almost dizzy with her own desires, and the cheetah let out a low teasing growl before rolling his hips upwards.

The powerful movement forced the tip up against her opening and spread her open. She muffled a sharp cry as she felt her body stretching wider and wider around him. It was easy at first, the tip was slender and slipped in through her own arousal, but as it grew wider her body was forced to stretch for the first time. She slipped her legs up and around his hips and tried to brace herself as he pulled her down against him. Her inner walls contracted and clutched hotly before she felt a thick splatter of precum spill into her unprotected body. Her fingers dug in against the thick furred back and her hips gave a jerk downwards as Jackson's low growl of pleasure vibrated down her spine. That was all the warning she had before the spotted hips bucked upwards in a short firm drive.

She let out a sharp cry as the cock stretched her as wide as she would go. He was thicker then she'd thought, his girth formed a lewd O around the base and the furred sheath tickled against her outer lips. The swell of his balls pushed up firmly against her ass cheeks and she could feel the tip grinding up against a barrier inside of her while she held onto him shaking. Her walls contracted and squeezed eagerly around his shaft. She pulled and contracted, tried to pull him in deeper even though she knew that he'd filled her as deep as he could go. The hot breath hit against her shoulder before the paws against her ass cheeks pulled her up and she helped lift her own hips. The moment she did she felt exactly what the barbs were fore.

It was pain, it was pleasure, it was both at once and her walls contracted tightly around him as the barbs flared out and scraped along her passage. They passed over sensitive walls while she dug her nails into the thickly furred back. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before and she wanted more, she rolled her hips and he let her drop herself back down until his balls clapped up firmly against her ass. His low growl spilled out and his teeth left her shoulder with a feral grin crossing his muzzle. She had a glimpse of his unfocused eyes before his body shifted and rolled her. He slammed into her body in a short hard thrust that forced the precum deeper inside of her as he rolled her beneath him and she was pinned down against the bed.

His tail lashed against her legs and his hands moved to grip her hips as he rose up above her. The barbs flared out again and she stared down the line of her own female form to see the blood red cock dragging out of her body. The glistening wetness caught her eye before he bucked forward again in a hard thrust that drove a moan out of her mouth. She moved her hands up and gripped the sheets hard as the cheetah started to thrust in short feral movements. The powerful muscled body rocked her against the bed as time and again the tip of his cock pushed snugly up against her cervix before he drew back. Her walls suckled and rippled around him, she grew slicker as the precum spilled out and mingled with her own arousal and she didn't care.

She knew that many furries were prostitutes, she knew that humans liked the difference in size and shape, but she'd never imagined this. She bucked upwards against him and moved one of her legs around him as he started to shorten his thrusts. The barbs tugged and scraped along her passage. They teased and stimulated her the way they would a female cat. She couldn't ovulate for him, but she could rise up to meet him so that she felt his sheath shoved up hard against her outer lips. He pulled up so she could watch as he drove in and out of her body, the wetness forced out of her to cling to her outer folds while she felt pressure building in her belly. His lips curled back in a feral grimace as he worked his barbs over and over a spot inside of her.

At that moment she didn't care that the furry was balls deep in her, she didn't care she was really male, how could she. Her world revolved around the throbbing pulses of her body and the feel of his cock stretching and working inside of her. She couldn't think about anything else. She couldn't feel anything else. She arched her back and as he few backwards, nearly out of her the pressure built to a breaking point. Her entire body shuddered as her walls clamped down and started to milk around the cock. She squeezed and pulled him in deeper as he worked in a series of hard sharp blows. Jackson leaned forward and pinned her down against the bed as his hips suddenly gave a final harsh buck through her orgasming passage and she felt him drive almost through the tender opening of cervix.

His balls heaved up against her ass and she felt them twitching as hot thick cum bubbled up out of the tip of his cock and sprayed inside of her. It was hot, so much hotter then her own temperature, and she pushed herself up and wrapped her leg firmly around his hips to hold him against her. The throbbing shaft continued to spill out the sperm rich semen while his body shuddered and she felt his hot panting breath against the curve of her neck. Jared couldn't think, she could barely even remember who she was as she moved her hands to hold onto him. All she knew was the thick goopy ooze that spilled into her far deeper than a human's would have. Nothing mattered except the pounding of her heart that was matched with the cheetah who held her close. And, after a time, the rasping purr that bubbled up from his throat as she drew in the comforting animal musk.

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They were twined together, lost in each other in a way that no outside force could interrupt unless it was truly catastrophic. Neither noticed Kalan as he paused outside of the quiet room's door and stared at the bed and the bodies trembling against the sheets. His nostrils flared and tasted the uniquely bitter musk of cheetah mingled with that all too sweet scent of female human. His eyes lidded slightly and he filtered out the male scent and indulged simply in that erotic scent. A scent that spoke of soft skin and softer bodies. A scent that made him linger over countless bodies stretched beneath him and wide eyes. Some spread in joy and passion, some tear filled with denial at what he was doing to them. Virginal and experienced, he loved them all, but the virgins were the ones that called to him until he was near maddened by their scent.

Jackson has taken care of that problem rather neatly. He sighed a bit regretfully. It had been an exercise in his self restraint not to simply take advantage of the girl despite her innocence. Even now his leather pants were straining a bit as his sheath filled out from the scents.

That was why he'd placed the cheetah in the room with her instead of himself. He would have been tempted to introduce her to her new life quite thoroughly and that, she did not deserve. She was not a victim or a member of his harem or to be punished. She was a rare mistake that teased a rare sense of guilt from him. He would not have changed her so harshly, nor have treated her so roughly if he had known. The fact that she adamantly wouldn't give up her partner was both infuriating and admirable. He wanted the predator off the streets and in his hands, but loyalty was something that he felt a grudging respect for. Another reason he had avoided her and let her recover with someone less... intimidating and dominant. Though, it seemed she was taking to things better than he had dared hoped.

He pricked his ears up as Jackson gave his hips a roll and he heard the girl let out a breathy cry as the cheetah started up again. The stallion let out a low baritone rumble of amusement and moved away from the door. The felines were always good at recovering and if she were responding so strongly to him even after her orgasm, it was a positive sign. He could not leave her as a human woman, but, there were other possibilities available to him to make her life into something more than simply bearable. As he mused through the possibilities he started up the stairs towards his office. He had to think and to plan. He left the impassioned forms behind to their pleasure.