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Written by: Christian Johansson / Meade

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A large, strong, shining full moon beams its light upon the world below. The year is 1862 and in a small American town built seemingly overnight the dim lights of a tavern can be seen reaching out into the night. Inside several patrons have passed out in their chairs, some lying face down in their poker winnings, others on the floor. On nights like these most men, no matter how brave they are, prefer to spend the late hours in the company of others. Someone visiting this place for the first time would be unable to fathom that these rickety houses were even inhabited nor that they formed a town that had been standing here for just over a decade. Most would also deem the tall fencing and traps to be excessive, however it would be written off as a precaution in these times of conflict, despite the war being a long way away from Minnesota. You see, the town of Mankato and the surrounding area has a problem unlike any other, it wasn't that it had been built at the very front lines of the Civil War raging throughout the country. No, the problems plaguing this town are beyond what anyone could really comprehend. The people living in the town call them Shifters, one night each week the most dangerous thing a man could do was walk the empty streets, these beings were not kindhearted. Usually their victims were killed on the spot, though from time to time people simply disappeared. No one knew where they came from or why they attacked in the first place but it is clear that these things would prefer not to live next to humankind. At first there was just a few reported sightings, at most one or two individuals. Though as the killings grew in number so did the Shifters. The name of these creatures was given by one of the only people who managed to survive a direct attack, at least for a while. With his dying breath he told the people trying to help him that he had seen his wife, it had been her who attacked him. Of course, most did not believe him, seeing as the man's spouse was reported missing, presumed dead, the week before. Even with these terrible hardships the people of Mankato soldiered on, improving their defenses every chance they got. Giving all the men and women a means to defend themselves and teaching the children from a young age how to shoot a gun properly in the face of mortal danger. The men in charge for the safety of the townspeople is Sheriff James Hunter along with his deputies. It was their job to make sure the defenses held and that the town was regularly patrolled, even during nights such as this.

Hunter downs the last of his whiskey, wondering why he had taken up the mantle when the sheriff before him had perished two years ago. Before this he had been an agent for the Pinkerton's, on his way to another town that needed help when he more or less got stuck here. Apparently the agency knew about the problems in Mankato because when he wrote a letter asking what to do with the responsibility given to him by the late sheriff the big man himself Alan Pinkerton had replied, saying that Hunter should remain for as long as his services would be needed. He grunts to himself, at this rate it seems that this town's problem would either end up killing him or keep him occupied for the rest of his days, unless he stepped up his work and put an end to these attacks soon. With that thought in mind he grabs hold of his Colt Model 1851 revolver and slings his revolving carbine rifle over his shoulder. Stepping over to one of the sleeping people and nudging him. "Wake up Cole, it's time to go out and do our last round for the night." He says with his gritty voice, wiping his tired eyes. "Is it time already, boss? I've barely slept at all." The younger deputy knows that there is no point in complaining, standing up, stretching and grabbing his gear as well. "You've slept plenty, besides the fence won't inspect itself now will it?" The two men head out into the cold night air, it had been quite calm and quiet, then again this entire month hadn't seen much of any activity from the Shifters. Even so everyone in town had been told to stay inside like usual, in case it was a plot from the monsters to lure the citizens out into the open. Walking the entire length of the fence took about an hour, more so if the fencing had been damaged or if some of the lanterns had to be relit. There was however no damage to be repaired and only a single light had gone out. Before long they were back where they had started but just as they're about to part a strange noise broke the eerie silence of the night. "Did you hear that?" Hunter says in a hushed voice quickly crouching down and drawing his rifle. The deputy follows suit, the sheriff turning to confirm that he too had heard it. "It was faint, but I heard it too. I think it came from over there." Cole whispers and points past the one of the gated entrances where they had started their patrol from. They both nod and then slowly begin to make their way to the source of the sound. To their surprise there is nothing to be seen, no suspicious activity at all, or so it seems. The deputy pats Hunter's right shoulder and then raises his rifle towards one of the tall fence posts. Underneath the lantern sits a crouched individual but from this distance they cannot be sure if it's a person or something else. "You stay here, keep your sights fixed on whatever that is. I'm going to swing 'round so we can corner it. Wait for me to make a move." With that said the sheriff slips away as quietly as possible, making absolutely sure to make as little noise as he possibly could. Shortly he was positioned, gently cocking his rifle, glancing over at Cole who was still waiting. Hunter springs into action, taking a few quick steps forward, raising his rifle and aiming at the head. "You there! Get up on your feet and turn around, now!"

As the figure stands up, it was clear that this was no Shifter, even though he'd never seen one. The barrel of his rifle aimed right at the head of a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing tattered white clothes and covered with dirt. He did not recognize her from the town, giving him more than enough reason to keep his rifle where it is. "Who are you? Where are you from? Also, what the fuck are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" The woman takes a step towards him. "Don't you fucking think about it! I can hear you well enough from where you're standing." "My name is Beatrice." She says with a smile. "I'm sure you wouldn't know where I'm from even if I told you... as to what I'm doing? I was having dinner." "Dinner?" Hunter says, seemingly confused. This woman was clearly suffering from something if she believes she was having dinner out here in the middle of the night. Or at least that's what he thinks until he notices the blood on her face and clothes. How did he miss that?! "Why are you covered in blood?" "As I said, I was having dinner." The woman takes a step to the left and gestures at a rabbit that had been torn open. "The poor thing was stuck in the fence, I was hungry, it was suffering. I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone." Her smile getting even larger than before. "You're one sick lady." He replies just as Cole comes out from the shadows, his rifle still aimed at the woman as well. "What's going on here, boss?" He says right before he too spots the blood and the dead rabbit. The younger deputy clearly disturbed by the scene in front of him as he gags and nearly throws up. "Oh, you're a cute one. What's your name?" Beatrice asks and turns towards Cole, taking a few steps closer to him while his guard is lowered. A second later a shot rings out and dirt is kicked up from the ground, the woman freezes in place while Hunter cocks his gun once again and takes aim at her head. "I told you to stand still, lady. We're taking you into custody, you'll be spending the night in jail. Then we can figure out what to do with you, just go quietly with us and we won't hurt you." At that point the woman turns her head and if looks could kill Hunter would now be meeting his Maker. "No sheriff, you're the one who's going to go quietly. I was having a nice dinner which you so rudely interrupted." Her voice is as cold as ice, eyes fixed on him. "Really though, why am I even discussing this with you?" She suddenly giggles to herself and with a speed he had never seen before the woman tackles the gagging deputy to the ground. What happens next is something out of this world.

James Hunter watches as his friend, a person he was supposed to protect gets his throat ripped into by the teeth of a crazed woman, squirts of blood shooting out of his neck. He had taken a shot at the woman as soon as she had moved but because of her speed he missed. Now he had another bullet waiting to go, the gun is cocked right before another loud bang rings out followed by a soft thud as the warm metal slug enters the back of the woman's head. The carnage stops, she falls over and Hunter runs up to his downed companion pushing his hands against the wound. "You'll be okay Cole, it wasn't that deep... it looks fine, you'll be fine." He had seen plenty of death before but always through the sights of a gun. Never had he seen anything like this or had to stop a bleeding this severe. Out of the corner of his eye he sees something that should be impossible, the woman, Beatrice, stands up as if nothing had happened. The utter surprise and shock from seeing something such as that makes Hunter dart backwards, his bloody hands getting coated with dirt as she turns around to face him once more. "Stupid man, you don't know what you're dealing with do you? It takes more than a bullet to take me down, if you haven't realized it yet I'm what you people call a 'Shift." Beatrice says as Cole starts to convulse on the ground, the man who had been bleeding out a few seconds ago now thrashing around like he had been injected with some sort of potion that sucked the life back into him. James felt his heart stop, looking on in utter fear, his body locking up as the deputy shouts into the cold air and the clothes on his body start to rip off. Cole's meager frame growing quickly, sprouting course brown hair all over while his face shoots out and grows rows of sharp canine teeth. "I bet you've asked yourself how we've managed to grow our population dear sheriff. Here's the answer, unfolding right in front of you." Beatrice watches with a constant smile as her already ample breasts slowly grow bigger inside her tattered rags. Cole now on all fours, bones snapping, muscles growing quickly while his feet turn into large hind paws and his hands transform to take a similar appearance. What was even worse was to see his genital. The man's normal sized testicles growing bigger with ever passing moment, thick veins spreading over them before both balls are coated with a thick layer of fur. His foreskin sliding far back down his phallus and ending up at the hilt of it as his shaft explodes in size and takes on the look of a canine dick. Soon the transformation is over, the large monster that Cole had become standing up straight and looking over at Hunter who had now managed to get up on his feet. The creature was easily twice as big as him, the testicles were bigger than that of a horse and his cock must be at least twenty five inches big, coupled with a pair of huge knots at the end. Finally James gets his wits about him, pulling out his gun and taking a shot at his former deputy. The creature is hit in the shoulder, another bullet hitting him in the gut. He pulls the trigger until the revolver begins to click and yet the beast is still standing. Next to him stands Beatrice, easily a full head taller than Cole, a pair of absolutely huge fur covered breasts staring back at him with two smaller pairs below. Hunter is even able to make out her large cunt lips and she's visibly leaking down the inside of her thighs. She leans over to her new thrall, with a grin she glances over at the terrified sheriff and whispers. "Help him see things from our perspective..." As permission was given the hulking canine thrall begins walking over towards Hunter, the thick, red, vein covered phallus squirting with anticipation.