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My Dear Pantheress III

By the Nightdown fox (formerly BlackSin)

VERSION 1.60 (Streamlining, streamlining, streamlining! Removed adverbs, removed all flashbacks, changed Chapter 4 to third-person-perspective, removed a useless chapter, tidied up the plot.)

1.50 (New chapter formatting.)

WARNING: The following story has scenes of graphic sexual contact of a Semi-Zoophilia Nature (sex with talking animals, along the lines of 'Nala' from the Lion King). If you are (a) underage or (b) disgusted /angered by such content PLEASE leave now!!! This is your only warning!!! 2006 BlackSin. Any unauthorized editing, copying, or transmission for money without the explicit permission of the author STRICTLY prohibited.

CHAPTER 1: DAWN'S STORY

"Gather around, ladies! My dream from last night is about to begin!"

Dawn smiled as the four other creatures stretched out around her. Her doe-scent rested on the room as she folded her legs underneath her body. The other females knew that this was going to be an intense tale. Dawn blushed and cleared her throat as she started, each word louder as her confidence and composure grew. "Well, ladies, last night's dream was particularly interesting because it involved... a human."

Gasps and giggles rang out from the group -- except for Tasha, who stared at her paws.

"Oooo girls, this is gonna be a good one!" an older raccoon chittered, rubbing her paws together.

"Ma!" Dawn exclaimed with a nervous shake of her head. "You're usually quiet and hiding during storytime..."

"Well I might be old and wise, but I'm still very much alive. Then again, humans always put a stir in my tail..."

Dawn gasped while Da'aredia the wolfess growled with humor. "Ma, human dick won't even fit in you!"

"Now now, wolfy, I hear that some of 'em are small enough for me to rub myself on..."

"Wow, we might just put feeble Ma into a full on Heat the way she's talking," Nadia the ocelot laughed, "now who can vouch for her claim?"

All the girls glanced at Natasha, who only stared back at them. "Just because Tasha... er, I live with a human doesn't mean I'm an expert," the pantheress laughed off.

The other females looked at each other for a moment. "Well," Dawn said, clearing her throat, "let me begin..."

"When does Bambi and his father show up?" Da'aredia interrupted, rolling her eyes.

Ma chittered at the wolfess. "If Dawn had paws instead of those hooves, she would be making a killing writing these stories."

"Yeah, with Bambi fan freaks!"

"No Bambi in this story," Dawn laughed. "Just me and a human being intimate. Now may I start?"

The group nodded and Dawn nibbled at her side for a moment before beginning. "As you all know, my dreams always begin with me finding my way through a dense fog. I'm scared and I keep looking around as I hear noises in the dark forest. I hear something start to stalk me, and my ears shoot up. My instincts drive me and I start to run away from the pacing. I'm blinded by the fog and I'm running as fast as I can. Suddenly, I notice that I'm coming up on a human house. I stop as I hear my stalker running away. I raise my ears again and look at the house before grazing the grass and relieving my bladder. I still don't feel safe, so I move closer to the house. That's when I notice the door open.

I peer through the door crack and see that all the lights are on inside, which seems much safer than the environment outside. I nose the door open and step inside, leaving it open just in case I need to bolt back out. I walk around the warm, friendly living room and notice no animal heads or any signs of a hunter. I look at his DVD collection and see a bunch of action movies, and of course 'Bambi' and 'Bambi 2,' so I know that he has good taste..."

Da'aredia growled, rolling her eyes. Dawn stuck her tongue out at the wolfess as the other girls giggled.

"Well anyway," the doe continued as the group settled back down, "I look around the living room, and I see a picture of the family with a tall, handsome human male..."

The group burst out laughing again as Ma chittered.

Dawn shook her head and continued. "Yes Ma, a human male, and in the picture he is with his wife and daughter. I walk through his living room and notice that the upstairs is dark and unfriendly. I see an interesting flicker in a back room and I head towards it, stepping into a dim den. My nerves are on edge and I stare at the Cinemax on the TV for a few moments. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me and I turn around and freeze. The human male is staring right at me, his eyes wide. I gasp and see that he is just as surprised as I am, his bottled beer shaking in his hand. "No way," he says. My breathing and my heart nearly stop as we stare at each other. "No friggin' way," he says again, putting down his beer. I stare deep into his eyes, my wits at end. I get ready to bolt in any direction I can find.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispers. A part of me believes him and I start to breath, still not taking my eyes off of him. I want to tell him that I can talk, but I can't get my voice to work. "Wow," he says, astonished. "How did you get in here? A real deer... so beautiful... I've always wanted to meet one. Wow, I'm talking to you like you can understand me. You probably think I want to kill you or something."

I can't help but chuckle at his ramblings. I calm down a little bit more as I glance around the room. I look at his flickering computer monitor and I see a webpage with a spinning zeta sign. This man was a zoophile sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to partake in his obsession. I decided to play silent and see where it would lead me. I turn around and sniff the floor, letting him see my rear and tail.

"Fe... female," he stutters with a deep swallow. I chuckle to myself yet again. Of course the human couldn't tell by my lack of antlers or feminine face, he had to see the most obvious part to tell my gender. I walk around the room, feigning ignorance. I get close to him and he reaches out to touch me. I jump back and he almost topples over. "Shhh," he coos, his palms raised, "I'm not going to hurt you."

I laugh on the inside, feeling like I am in control. This male has to play by my rules if he is going to get what he wants. I allow myself to get close to him again, looking around the room and not paying direct attention to him. "I'm not going to hurt you, girl," he says, reaching out towards my side. This time I allow it, and his hands brush along my back. The first touch is electrifying, and his skin feels like pure sensuality as it runs down my velvety fur. I turn towards him and stretch out my neck to sniff his hand. "That's a good girl," he coos ever so gently, "see, you can trust me."

This man is going to have his first doe tonight.

I decide to up the ante just a tad by sniffing up his chest. He stands still, not trying to scare me. I sniff his neck even closer and touch his skin with my nose. He trembles, but still tries his best not to make any sudden movements. I feign innocence, licking his neck and tasting his salty skin. This time he shudders and takes a step back. "Good, you trust me," he says, admiring me up and down. It makes me feel... beautiful.

I take a step forward and stretch out my neck again, licking the salt on his shoulder. This time he rubs my neck with one hand and my face with the other. He leans in and nestles his face against mine, and I nuzzle him, cooing. Yes, this human will do just fine. Now all I have to do is get him in touch with his more 'animalistic' instincts.

I start to lick him a little more and feel him tense up. Still, he doesn't move any further from his wonderful pets on my neck. I pull back, and he watches me as I walk around the room. I pick a rather nice spot just out of his reach to give him another view. I feign interest in the spot on the carpet, sniffing the floor with my swelling rear facing him. I can see him staring at my flagging tail, gulping. He steps towards me and I raise my head up and stare at him, my tail flailing above my exposed 'ness.

"Is she... is she flagging me?" the human asks out loud. I almost burst out laughing. They never seem to get it. He takes another step towards me and I realize that the door to the den is still wide open. I want it closed. I try to motion toward it, but he is already intent on my tail. He takes one more step and I jerk around, pretending that something outside the room spooked me. He turns and looks out the door. "There's nothing out there," he says, "I don't want to close you in here and freak you out."

I chitter to myself and prance around, staring at the imaginary shadow outside.

"Ok, ok... calm down, little doe." He walks over and closes the door. Now the flickering monitor and the dim lamp is the only illumination in the room. I never noticed my Heat up until that moment. It surges through my body and rushes to that spot right between my rear legs. The human has earned his reward, and I am ready to get mated raw.

By time he turns back from closing the door, my eyes are locked on his face, my cheeks flushed, my breathing rasping, my tail standing to tip, my Heat roaring at the source... The room air sends chills down my spine as it touches my rear pucker and swollen mound. I am so horny that I almost pee right there, and I know that one touch on my still swelling doe-ness will make it bloom.

The human can only stare at me with his jaw dropped. C'mon male, I'm ready for you. Make a goddamn move. "I... I can't believe this," he stammers, walking over and admiring me. He lays a hand on my back, leaning down and sniffing at my source. I roll my eyes and chitter. Why do they always try that with animals, knowing their noses can't pick up everything my 'ness is saying? I take a step forward with impatience. One touch... one touch is all I need...

His instincts sense my yearning, and he touches my plump rear haunches and runs a finger around my doe-lips, noting the difference between me and his human wife. Pure pleasure surges through my source and I moan out in Faewnlian. I just can't hold back any longer. He tastes the drop of dew that I left on his finger and mumbles something, but I am no longer paying attention. He is behind me again, and he presses a finger inside my thumping source. My breathing speeds with the welcome intrusion. In and out... in and out his fingers press into the hot meat of my doe-ness. Instincts kick in, and with every press in, my legs lock into a more accessible 'mate-me' stance. With every pull back the lips of my thick 'ness flesh and bloom out. Pleasure rolls through me, sending my breathing into a pant. My tongue lolls, butterflies streaming through my stomach. My fleshy 'ness is in Heaven as it is massaged, my inner clit rubbing against his brutish fingers. I know he can feel my heart thumping through my excited regions as my juices flow and soak his hand.

Suddenly his fingers leave me and I gasp, almost falling right over. I look around at him, and he sucks his hands dry and starts tugging at his pants. If I were a lioness I would've roared in passion. If I were a wolfess, I would've snarled. As I am, I step back and lock my position so there is absolutely no question about me wanting to get mated dry.

His pants finally fumble off and he trips in his haste. I don't care. He throws the pants across the room and it knocks off the dim lamp. I don't care. His silk boxers drop to reveal a human cock that's fatter but not as long as the slender lengths of a buck, but I don't care! My dream slows down into single scenes as yearning overcomes my senses and my heartbeat intensifies.

He steps over behind me... squeezes my haunches... squeezing them, his panting excited... he jabs his cock against my rear, missing my 'ness in his excited haste... He takes a deep breath and holds his member against my entrance... I press back and my doe-lips give way to the soft, supple flesh inside. His cock is so... so very hot, and I grunt as... he presses it in me with no inhibitions... my juices squirt out over his balls... I'm so very ready... and he better not take it slow... as soon as he's fully inside, he rams back and the sudden grinding on my inner clit... my muscles.. UGGHhhn, tense and tighten... right as he thrusts back in...

He grunts as I squeeze his member. I gasp as my body shudders with the surging heat of the intrusion. I turn my head and we look at each other for a mere second...

Thrust... Grind back... THRUST... Grind back... THRUST! UGhhnn... Oh my NATURE! My body locks as I press my haunches back onto him with each of his fierce rams. Thrust... thrust... thrust... His rhythm is now in tune with my bucking body. Its getting quicker every second as my gasping grunts turn into Faewnlian wails...

"Yes, fuck yes!" he grumbles over me with each quickening ram. His rock-hard cock pushes in me as my swelling pink 'ness-hole slathers it with my juices... rewarding each strong pumping thrust with a massaging squeeze like a tight, soft glove. I can't even control my body anymore... can't even feel his hands clawing into my rear legs... my body wanted to get mated and, my Nature, I am giving just reward.

Thrust-thrust-thrust-thrust... that's all I can make out, his pace determined to blast inside me... my 'ness hurts in the best way possible as thick cock is opening me wider than I am used to with my bucks and ravishing my inside with its solid, rigid heat. I feel him drooling on my back and hear him yelling things that I just don't even care to make out.

"Don't stop," is all I grunt to him in Faewnlian. "Don't you ever stop..."

ThrustThrustThrustThrustThrust

My mind reels as my instincts tell me he is about to come. He is holding onto my rear legs for dear life as his thrusts slow but become even more powerful in his final throws. I feel his balls bouncing right under my source, his legs slapping against my haunches as I push back on each of his crushing thrusts.

My blood boils as my Heat overflows and rushes to my source. I pull up and press back on him over and over, my body taking over as my first orgasm pulses through me. My 'ness massages and squeezes my male, clamping on him so tight that he can't even thrust. My back arches as another sweet, sweet orgasm RIPS through me, and I can feel my inner depths sucking him off as my outer muscles hold him in place. He can't move... and he starts to shake as my climaxing source sucks him and sprays my juices all over his sack. He shakes... fingers digging into my sides... and yells! Yes, yells as my hungry 'ness is rewarded with a thick blast of his hot seed... excited spurts of human... swallowed by my depths... coaxing my 'ness to convulse again in orgasm... still so hungry to drink more of him.

His legs lock and he yells over me as our blissful hold continues for a few minutes. Finally, my muscles release his cock, content that it had swallowed every last drop of his Nature. He stumbles and falls back, and a few gobs of seed overflow out of my worked loins. My 'ness burns and I am lightheaded, panting, blissful. I look behind me and see my human laying on the ground, panting as well.

We look into each other's eyes, mine full and brown, and his... well, the whites of his eyes show his sheer surprise even more than his dilated pupils. I smile, just enough to make him feel good but not enough to make him realize that I am more than a regular doe. He stares into my face and starts to say something when I notice the door open behind him. The look on his wife's face is just plain priceless. My tail flitters and I chuckle on the inside as my male sits speechless for a completely different reason. As the door slides open, I dash out, pausing for a mere moment so the wife can see my glistening, oversexed loins. The male had picked me over her, and it feels wonderful. I bolt out the front door as flightily as a doe could. The fog is gone and the morning sun kissed a brand new day..."

Silence rested on the room as Dawn finished her story.

"That was... wonderful," Ma said in a dreamy trance.

Da'aredia wafted her nose and made a face. "Wow, smell that old raccoon Heat!"

Ma giggled and closed her legs. "Sorry, girls."

Da'aredia grinned, laying on her side and staring up at Dawn. "It was a good story. Humans are so... exotic."

Dawn chuckled. "Yes, they are. I've never really been curious, but that dream sparked something in me."

"Indeed," Nadia mumbled, winking and nudging Tasha. The pantheress laid on her side deep in her own reverie. She looked up as Nadia nudged her to find the other females staring at her.

"What?"

"Well," Nadia mumbled, looking at the others for reassurance. "How is it?"

"How's what?" Tasha sat up and giving her friends a pensive look.

Da'aredia cleared her throat and growled. "You can't be serious."

Tasha rolled her eyes. "You guys think that just 'cause I..."

"Tasha, we're not human, don't treat us like we are," Nadia said, padding to the other side of the room annoyed.

"We can smell him all over you," Da'aredia growled.

Natasha glanced around the room before looking down.

"It's that bad, huh?" Da'aredia snickered.

"No, it's not that..."

"Natasha, sweetie," Ma crooned, laying a paw on the pantheress' leg, "Talk to us. You haven't been yourself in quite some time."

"Be strong," Tasha told herself over and over, but she couldn't shake the butterflies in her stomach. Nature wouldn't let her. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Nadia ran back from the other side of the room and nuzzled into Natasha. Dawn pulled herself over and rested her head on the pantheress' back and Ma grabbed Tasha's paw lovingly. Even Da'aredia turned to listen as Natasha started to cry. "It's... not easy."

"Oh, I can imagine, sweetie... do go on," Ma whispered.

"Well I shouldn't be telling anyone," Tasha started, clearing her throat as more tears fell, "because... well it's obvious. Everyone is in an uproar, and we have to deny everything."

"Well at least you can taste love," Dawn said, trying to cheer Natasha up. "We can't really do that in here."

"At least you can have cubs," Tasha growled. Silence fell on the room except for Natasha's crying. She cried for a few more minutes, and the silence grew as the tears turned to sniffles.

"You want to know what your damn problem is?" Da'aredia said. The other girls glared at the wolfess. "No, I'm serious," she continued. "It's not with you, Tasha, but it's with this whole damn project. You're a real good friend, so I'm going to level with you. You've got your dream to go out and explore and all that nice shit, but outside this very room is a human society. You're trying too damn hard to become human. They say that they are the smartest but I beg to differ. A creature with human intelligence with the sense of animal instinct is a beautiful thing and you're trying to get rid of it!"

"For once, she's right," Ma said. "You're trying too hard to fit in with their standards. You're... even trying to change the way that you talk and it's all... unnatural to what you really are."

"If you tell a deer that a wolf is stalking them, they will run to safety," Dawn said with a soft chuckle. "But tell humans about cigarettes and most won't even care. Plus, if you ever have any trouble from a human, show them your 'ness. It will cause all kind of controversy."

"So very true, ladies," Da'aredia continued. "They are so caught up with your relationship because it's different. Why? Who gives a damn as long as you love each other? And you're so caught up in this bullshit that you bring it in here and try to lie to us!"

"Ok, enough of the tough love, wolfess," Ma chittered. "Tasha, if you take away the intellect and the vocal cords, we're just like our animal brethren. Don't you ever forget that. You made a decision to go out into human society, but if you two are mate worthy, there has to be a compromise. You've done so much to understand his society, but does he know anything about animal society?"

Natasha leaned up and looked at Ma, wiping her nose with her paw.

"Your silence says it all, daughter," the raccoon whispered. "Don't you ever forget who you are even when they are no other animals around."

Tasha nodded, deep in thought.

"So, what are you going to do, pantheress?" Dawn asked.

Tasha tensed her body and all the girls moved off of her. She stood and padded over to phone center, flicking a switch.

"Yes?" the human voice chirped after a few moments.

"Can someone take me to the male pen? I... uhm, TASHA ready to choose." The other girls giggled and Tasha winked before padding out the room.

CHAPTER 2: CHOOSING THE SUITOR

Natasha padded down the hall with sheer determination. The hunter stalking its prey.

"Oh this is so exciting," the lab assistant walking with the pantheress gushed. She beamed down at Natasha, who still padded in silence. "Are you nervous?"

"Should Tasha be?"

"No, not really. But if I were in your shoes, er, paws, I would have so many butterflies." The lab assistant ended with a chuckle and Tasha nodded.

"Yes, Tasha nervous."

The pair walked down the long corridor leading to the male pen. As they approached, a few scientists who had heard the news pointed and talked amongst themselves. They opened the door to the pen and the lab assistant cleared her throat. "Shall we come down there with you?"

"No, Tasha just choosing, will only be a moment."

For once, the path down to the male rooms was clean and quiet. Someone must've alerted them and told them to be on their best behavior. As Tasha padded into the room, seven males stared back at her. Three panthers, Dingo the kangaroo, Kolumba the lion, Upton the white tiger, and even a wolf eyed her up and down, all hoping to be the estranged suitor.

Altair lounged behind Dingo. Tasha spotted him as soon as she came in, but checked the other males first. Finally, she motioned out. "You, male, come with me."

"Me?" Altair asked, unfazed.

She nodded in reply. "Follow Tasha."

"Yes, ma'am."

Growls and howls followed the pair out the room. "Ram it in her real good, Alt!" Kolumba yelled.

Altair cleared his throat as they padded away from the room. "I trust you know that I will not be as low as that comment suggests."

Tasha smiled as they padded together. "Why did you think Tasha chose you in first place?"

"Oh. I thought it was for my ravishing good looks."

Tasha turned towards him and rolled her eyes.

"Cheers," Altair said with a nervous chuckle.

As the pair walked out, a group of scientists met them, including a grinning Dr. Meare. "Natasha, I came as soon as I heard the wonderful news!"

Tasha nodded and sat down.

"So," Dr. Meare said after a minute, "would you two like to see one of the rooms we've prepared?"

Tasha shook her head. "Tasha want to go home."

Dr. Meare took a step back. "But, Natasha..."

"Tasha feel more comfortable at home in her bed without prying eyes and cameras. There's plenty other sapianmorphs for y'all to record."

"Ok, just let me assemble a small team to help you two out at the house."

"No, Tasha don't think you understand. No scientists, no cameras, just me, Altair, and Nature. I'm under so much pressure to make this happen, instead of taking time and enjoying conception the way it is intended. Tasha hate being poked and prodded."

A couple of scientist coughed and Altair cleared his throat. Tasha grumbled. "Y'know what Tasha means!"

"Tasha," Dr. Meare said, "you will have all the privacy that you have ever wanted. It's not like they will be in the room staring at you, they will just be there if you need assistance."

"This wouldn't be about what you approached Brian about, Meare?" Tasha asked, her eyes narrowing.

"I see, so he's trying to turn you against me."

"No, Brian didn't say anything about it, but there are plenty of creatures talking here. How could you, knowing everything that we're fighting right now? Brian has always gone the extra mile for your project. He even turned his life into a media circus for this. And you spit in his face by throwing that at him..."

"I'm sorry, I was just upset that you didn't want to work with us."

"Then if you're so concerned, let Tasha have what the feelings say is right. No scientists. Brian knows how to put headphones on when I want my privacy and Tasha trust him. He'll know what to do if there are problems. It's the least you can do to show that you didn't mean what you said."

Dr. Meare sighed and looked at Tasha. He thought, finally shaking his head. "Fine, you do it as you see best." He thought for another few minutes before speaking. "Just so we can clear the air, Brian hasn't..."

"Tasha just doesn't understand where all this comes from. The man has taken me all around the world and he's done all of what you ask. We're close friends. Why does mating always enter the picture with you humans?"

Dr. Meare nodded. "I suppose we can all learn something from your innocence, Tasha. I'll make the arrangements for you two to go home. In the meantime, get to know your new mate."

Tasha thanked Dr. Meare and motioned for Altair to follow her. "Walk with me."

"As you wish, sheila." Altair padded down the corridor next to Tasha. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm getting myself into something deep?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, love, you're the most publicized creature here. I would hope not to affect your public standings. Why did you pick me anyway?"

Tasha sat down in the corridor and smiled. "Tasha like the Australian accent."

"Oh... right."

Tasha laughed and bapped her tail behind her. "Don't worry about my public image. People are gonna think what they want, just gotta live with what we have."

"Right, good advice," Altair stuttered.

Tasha cuffed him with her paw and started walking again. "C'mon, let me see if my friends approve of my decision."

"Oh goodie," Altair said, padding beside Tasha. "First the closest girlfriends, then the parents. Cheers."

Tasha looked down for a moment while she walked.

"You think of yours too, huh?" Altair said. "I wonder about mine a lot, apologies for bringing 'em up."

"What do you mean, Altair?"

"Just saw the look on your face when I mentioned your folks. I mean, did we even have parents or what?"

"I dunno. It just makes Tasha sad to even think about it. Tasha always think of Dr. Meare as father and, well, I guess I don't have a mother other than this raccoon named Ma. I mean..." She shook her head and sighed. "My Nature, there's just so many questions." Altair nodded and silence fell on the pair. "Well we're here," Tasha said.

Altair held open the door for Tasha before following her into the female's cove. "Well ladies, what do you think?" Tasha asked as she pranced into the room. She turned around to introduce Altair and burst out laughing. The scent of five female's Heat still lingered in the room from Dawn's story, and poor Altair was hit with the brute force of it all. He stood in the center of the room, his face contorted in pure surprise with his manhood unsheathing and growing. The girls giggled as the panther tried to hide his shaft, mumbling to the females about the curses of Nature.

"Rather fine specimen," Nadia giggled. "Aussie too... I hear they're badasses."

Ma leaned up behind Altair and cupped his balls with her paw. "Oohhh... so soft and velvety. I like!"

"Ma!" Dawn gasped, swatting the raccoon away. "We're being poor servers to our guest."

Altair gasped and lifted his leg to find Da'aredia breathing hot air on his manhood. She moved in for a lapping taste. Nadia rolled her eyes and grabbed the wolfess' feetpaws, dragging her away. "Natasha has first dibs, you hornball!"

Da'aredia lolled out her tongue trying to reach Altair's sensitive cock. "Justh ath tasth!"

Tasha held her head and laughed until all the girls finally calmed down. Altair regained his composure and spun in a quick circle, sitting down and stuttering as he spoke. "It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance, uhm... well..."

"Suffice it to say the pleasure's all ours, male," Dawn said with a soft giggle. "Let's start with your name, yes?"

"Yes, of course... um... my name, of course. It's Altair."

"Ooooh, Alt-tee-air," Nadia giggled. "How exotic!'

"Not as exotic as an ocelot, I assure you," Altair said with a smile and a wink. Nadia blushed and stared up at him with dreamy eyes.

"Right," the panther continued, "Well, as you have already noticed, I'm from Australia. Uhm, other than that, I think that I'm the same age as Tasha, and..." He looked at Tasha for reassurance and she nodded.

"Well, it sounds like you two are going to be having some fun," Da'aredia chuckled. "There wouldn't be a wolf back in your room looking for something?"

"Yes actually, there's Fence..."

"That wouldn't be the same one who yelled 'ram it in her real good,' would it?" Tasha asked with a wink, her tail swaying behind her.

"No, that was Kolumba, that lion," Altair replied. He noticed the other females' eyebrows perk and he stuttered, trying to catch himself. "No, no... that's not the way I feel or anything, they were just jealous and..." The panther sighed in exasperation. "They were just being assholes. I was..."

The loudspeaker interrupted Altair with a chirp. "Tasha, your ride home is ready." Altair breathed out with exasperation. Tasha padded over and nuzzled his face. "C'mon, Aussie, let's get out of here."

As the pair left the room, Tasha glanced behind her and winked. All the girls held up their various digits in approval. Tasha grinned and ran to catch up with Altair, and the room erupted in giggling.

CHAPTER 3: ALTAIR'S CONFESSION

The armored black SUV pulled up with sheer authority, and the lab assistants held open the door for the pair. As soon as they were in, Tasha closed the driver's shade so she and Altair could be alone. As the SUV started moving, she slid around to the entertainment console with pure feline precision and turned on a local smooth jazz station as Altair watched.

"So," he said, clearing his throat and looking around the dark cabin, "this is romantic enough."

Tasha hopped up on the bench in front of Altair and rested her paws on the top of the seat, staring back at him and sighing. "Altair, Tasha gotta level with you."

"Dammit," the panther growled, "I knew this was too good to be true. This music is just to make extra sure that the driver doesn't hear a peep, right?"

Tasha sighed and nodded. "Yesh. Tasha pick you 'cause... well, you seem to be understanding. Tasha want to have cubs, but... well, it's complicated. And Tasha not one to lead a male on... don't even know how to, just like Tasha don't know how to ask what needs to be asked before we get home. It's just..."

"Tasha, wait," Altair interrupted, startling the pantheress.

She shook her head after a moment. "Tasha just don't know what she wants really. Having a sign of what should be done would be nice and..."

"Tasha, I'm bi," Altair blurted out. A dropped jaw and a confused stare was the only response from Tasha.

"I'm bi and I'm not stupid," Altair continued. "Dingo and I are... real close, if you will, and we've just introduced Upton into our closeness. Anyway, our sapianmorphic compound in Australia is on a wildlife preserve that's pretty much a forest, and Dingo and I would have to create some fanciful tales to convince our caretakers to let a panther and a kangaroo out into the wild together. All we wanted was a few minutes of privacy. That's one of the reasons why we're visiting other compounds around the world since our caretakers started to get suspicious of us. That story you told Dr. Meare reminded me of home sweet home. Anyway, if you're trying to ask me to have a threesome with you and Brian, then the answer is yes, I'll help you. The cubs will have a beautiful mother, but all I ask is that maybe at some point, you will tell them of their father so they don't have to question their folks like you and I have to." Tasha didn't know what to say. She sat speechless, staring at Altair wide-eyed. "Well, how's that for your sign, eh?" Altair asked with a shrug.

Tasha blinked, drawn off in her thoughts. She blinked again before her eyes locked with his and she slid over the bench with a deep purr. She pulled herself up and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him and burying her head into his chest, her thankful purr rumbling throughout his body. Altair rested his chin on Tasha's head and leaned into her hug, chuckling. "For the record though, I am still very, very attracted to you, and I understand that you're in love, but if.. you know... I won't be able to say no. I've been kinda on the prowl for a female like you for a very long time."

The panther touched Tasha's chin and held up her face until their eyes met once more. Tasha stopped purring and blinked, falling into Altair's eyes. He licked his lips and leaned in, feeling Tasha's breathing touch his face. "Your chosen mate is such a very lucky male."

Tasha looked down and nodded, purring again and nuzzling into Altair's chest. He sighed and rubbed her back with his paws.

"So, is there anything else Tasha need to know 'bout'chu?"

"Yea. I hate boom'rangs."

Tasha burst out laughing. "What?"

"I hate 'em. I hate that they are stereotypes of Australia just like big knives and the word 'mate.' Just a pet peeve, I guess."

Tasha giggled. As a bump unsettled the SUV, she lost balance and Altair caught her side, pulling her back into their nuzzling embrace. Tasha leaned up and ever so lightly licked his chin.

---

Private investigator Andrew Crest was good at his job, much better than most. He stood in front of Brian's house with a camera, noting if he saw any movements inside the house. He thought it was unusual that Brian had not left the house for a few hours, but he understood that the man was afraid of the media and unwanted attention. He snapped a few more pictures and took some more notes. This guy would crack at some point without his pet panther. As he chuckled to himself, he looked up to see a PZA SUV cruising towards the house. He doubled back around the neighbor's fence and headed towards his car to get some equipment. This night was going to be a lot longer than anticipated...

CHAPTER 4: THE THREESOME

Two PZA security officials made their way towards Brian's house as Tasha and Altair peeped out the SUV window. Brian answered the door after a few minutes, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Sir, base has been trying to reach you."

"My cell phone is recharging. What's going on?"

Tasha and Altair watched Brian talking to the agent from inside the SUV. He scratched his head in apparent confusion. After the conversation, the security official motioned to the two panthers.

"Here we go," Tasha whispered, taking a deep breath and stepping out the SUV. She nodded to the guards as she padded towards the house, Altair right beside her. Brian looked at her confused as she and Altair walked into the house.

"Have a good evening, sir," the security agent said. Brian muttered something and closed the door. He paused and looked at the closed door for a minute, collecting his thoughts. "I didn't expect to see you for a while after our discussion last night, Tasha. You left without saying goodbye, now you're back without contacting me. What's the deal?"

Tasha cleared her throat and motioned towards her visitor. "Tasha trust that you have met Altair, Brian."

"Yeah, uh... hey there Alt. I remember you from Dr. Meare's debriefing on possible suitors for Tasha."

"G'day, Brian."

"Well, now that the pleasantries are out of the way, Tasha need you two to meet me in the study." The pantheress swayed towards the den, leaving Brian and Altair to stare at each other. They swallowed hard and followed Tasha's trail. The pantheress stretched up to the mantle, lighting candles while the males gawked at her. She swayed over to her favorite white cashmere spread and stretched out. First her rear legs, then her body, then her front legs and tail. Altair's nose flickered as he started noticing her scent. She sat down and licked her front paws before staring at the males.

"Tasha needs you. Both of you."

Altair nodded and padded over to the pantheress, nuzzling into her side. After a moment, she raised a forepaw to stop him and stared at Brian.

"Are you crazy?" Brian asked, gawking at Tasha.

"Are you? Your female's in Heat" Altair said, sitting down away from Tasha.

Brian sighed and rubbed his temples. "Oh, so he knows now?"

"Every animal knows, Brian. Their instincts tell them. Tasha can't hide it from them even if words aren't said."

"Tasha," Brian started, walking over and leaning down over the pantheress.

"Shhh," she interrupted, putting a paw to his lips. "Brian, Tasha need you here for this. Tasha need to know that no matter what we go through, what we have is better." She started unbuttoning his shirt, purring and running her tongue up his neck and off of his chin. She patted her womb with a paw before pulling him closer. "This is OUR moment. Show Tasha you love her."

"Tasha, I..." he sighed, looking away.

She pouted before narrowing her eyes and purring. She ran her paw down his chest and back up, leaning up and kissing his lips. He gave her a careful kiss while rubbing her ears and scritching her neck. He nipped her throat and felt her gasp, then kissed around her neck and nibbling up to her ear. They kissed again, gently at first, then with a little tongue, then exploring their mouths.

Tasha leaned back and purred out, gasping for breath. She held Brian close, and he massaged her neck with his tongue. Tasha moaned out again, narrowing her eyes and staring over at Altair.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do, Nattikitt'n?" Brian asked.

Tasha's purr only deepened as she nodded at him. The Australian black panther swayed over into action, nuzzling Tasha's thigh. A kiss on her footpaw... a nuzzle on her lower back... Altair was patient enough to learn his prey first. Tasha touched Brian's cheek and pulled him back into another deep kiss as Altair nuzzled her slender tail. She looked up at Brian and smiled, sliding her paw down his pants. His member started to show more interest, and she pulled down his zipper with her teeth. Brian gulped as he watched her, and Altair pulled himself up the pantheress' body and nuzzled her neck. Tasha purred and kissed Altair's chin before returning her attention to Brian. She licked her lips and pulled down Brian's pants and boxers, nuzzling her nose up under his sack. Brian shuddered as she ran her long feline tongue up his maleness. His sticky pre shot out on her nose and she licked it off, her purr growing more lustful.

Altair moved back down her body, and Tasha squatted in her mating position, giving him better access to her excited rear region. She cupped and massaged Brian's sack, tugging his rigid member. Brian relaxed at her gentle touch. Tasha smiled for only a moment before her eyes rolled in passion as Altair started licking up her haunches. He growled out and tasted her inner leg before drawing back and running his tongue around her aroused kitty mound. Altair sniffed at her ass and blew cool air on her 'ness, watching it tense up. He pressed his rough tongue around her kitty mound before moving down and licking the nipples that he could reach. Tasha's purring was erratic and she lost her rhythm on Brian's cock for a moment. Altair retracted his tongue and climbed up her body. Tasha shook her head as pleasure rolled through her, staring up into Brian's eyes. She sucked on his hardness all the way to the base, bathing it with her rough tongue. Brian cried out, grabbing her head and rocking with her mouth.

Altair mounted Tasha, squeezing her tail with his. She reveled at the thought of getting mated by another feline for the first time. Altair used his tail to pull hers out of the way, nuzzling her head as her instincts relaxed and gave him her entrance. Altair spread his rear legs, letting his hard cock rest against her haunches before tracing it around her mound. He seethed, his sensitive cockhead leaving a trail of precum around her engorged area. He paused for a sheer second and kissed the top of her head before pressing his member into her swollen entrance. His first press in was determined but caring, and Tasha raised her head up from Brian's member and growled out. His cock felt different with a slight prickling that excited her.

Tasha's front paws returned to Brian, massaging and jerking him. He thrust himself up into her grip. Her saliva glistened on his manhood as her paws pressed up and down. She gasped, her tongue lolled out of her mouth as Altair penetrated her. Altair stopped pressing in as he felt her muscles contracting, squeezing his fleshy cock and trying to lube it with her hot juices. Altair pulled back and the tension released, making Tasha gasp again. Altair felt himself just about to leave her and he pressed back in a little deeper. Tasha cried out as the male panther pushed into her most sensitive spot and prickled her. Altair held himself in just to the sheer brink of causing Tasha pain and pulled back out, this time pressing right back in... A little deeper... a little closer to his base... a little wetter... then he pulled out. Tasha panted, breathing in and out while growling in Feline. Pleasure stormed through her as Altair kept up his deliberate, slow pace. The tension of her swollen flesh released, welcoming Altair's manhood.

"Tasha... is ready," she gasped, pressing her cold nose against Brian's cockhead.

Altair growled again, leaning down one more time and kissing the top of Tasha's head like a respectful assassin. He groaned in Feline as he pulled back and thrust into her depths. Tasha and Altair both rumbled as the pantheress adjusted her mating stance. She jacked off Brian as Altair rocked behind her, each thrust more powerful than the last. Her entire body moved with Altair's thrusts and Brian's ramming as she tried to keep focus without loosing her mind to the pleasure. She ran her tongue around Brian's cockhead and felt him grunt in response. Brian leaned back as Tasha suckled him, her tongue sliding up and down the underside of his human shaft. He could feel Altair pumping into her, each quicker thrust pulsing throughout her entire body.

Tasha rocked back hard on Altair's cock, loving the blissful feeling of it forcing its way inside her depths. She swooned as Brian lost his inhibitions and stood up on his knees, grabbing her head and thrusting into her hot mouth. The two males pumped themselves off on both sides of her, throwing her Heat into overdrive. She squatted into a pounce position as Brian rode her face. Altair grunted over her, his hot breath on the nape of her neck. Their tails squeezed together, nothing keeping her moist source from getting mated.

Brian seethed and grunted, each deep thrust from Altair forcing Tasha to deepthroat his member. He focused on her face, scritching her ears and the back of her head as he thrust into her mouth. She tasted Brian's pre shoot out on her questing tongue and glide down her throat. A roar rocked her senses and she felt hot spurts shoot deep into her depths as Altair came in her. His feline ridges poked her inner flesh and Tasha cried out in surprise as the pain felt so very good.

The pleasure of the sudden pain locked her body in place as the spines forced her to orgasm. She felt alive as her body seethed and clenched against Altair's intrusion. Brian gasped and shuddered as her deep growl sent waves of rumbles through her throat. Her mouth sucked up and down in rhythm of her orgasm. Brian dug his hands into her side and yelped as too much pleasure ran through his sensitive cock. Altair roared as Tasha's pussy clenched around him as he pressed back and forth. She swooned as the panther held himself in and let her body finish him off... then he shuddered and barked out a roar with two more hard thrusts... Tasha whimpered as her spot clenched and held him in place as another forced orgasm shuddered through her. Brian yelled out and held on while Altair roared and bit her neck, his claws scritching through her coat. Tasha's body controlled them both.

Altair's member shrank a little and slid out. Tasha shuddered and licked Brian's sack with her rough tongue. Altair panted, pacing behind her and licking the run-off from her steaming mound. His tongue teased as it cleaned her source, and Tasha felt her muscles tense and her 'ness drip a little more. Altair's attention focused on the base of her tail and the delicious aromas of Heat that rose from there. He pressed his cold nose on her rear pucker and ran his rough tongue on her tensing ass. She rewarded him by caressing his face with her tail. This panther had no inhibitions, and Tasha loved it.

Tasha traced a paw down Brian's thigh as Altair teased her. She pulled back from Brian's hard maleness and blew cool air on it. Altair slathered his rough tongue along her ass one more time, earning a moan and a shudder. Tasha bapped him with her tail before turning around and staring at him with narrowed eyes. She flared her teeth and gave him a naughty growl, kneading Brian's cock with a paw. Altair licked his lips and groomed the juices off his face as she squatted down into a pounce position. The panther stepped towards Tasha and mounted her again. One deep growl and he stood poised at her entrance. Tasha paused from stroking Brian's cock to stare at Altair. Brian grabbed her head and forced her to look back at him, ramming his cock up and down in her paws.

"Yes Brian, punish me for being naughty... make me mate you with my face..."

He ran his maleness down the side of her muzzle, leaving a long trail of pre. Tasha licked it off and opened her mouth wide for him. He held his balls in place and laid them in her mouth. Tasha sucked on them, rolling them around on her tongue as he jerked himself over her face. She wanted him to come on her face, but after a minute he pulled his sack out of her mouth and made her kiss and lick his inner thigh. She loved it when he made her serve.

Altair kissed up her back, the impatient swaying of her tail urging him further. He growled into her ear and penetrated her hard, running his claws up her side. She yelped, her body tightening as Altair started thrusting in her. Tasha pounced forward and engulfed Brian's cock, needing the taste of salty maleness. She sucked his member with her throat, knowing he felt her yelp as Altair rammed into her. She tensed in both pleasure and pain, still managing to tend to Brian. He pulled back and explored her hot mouth, his member aching for release. He pressed into the roof of her mouth, her saliva slathering him. She pulled back and pressed her tongue on the underside of his member. He moaned, pressing into her soft, rough tongue, and Tasha folded her tongue over his cock and ran it back and forth. Brian sped up his thrusting to match Altair. He slid back into Tasha's throat, pulling back and riding her face as she grunted and purred.

Altair swooned as thick feline pussy grinded along his cock. Tasha pressed herself back, urging him to thrust in her even harder. She tried to breathe with Brian's cock in her mouth, his thrusting and grunts erratic.

"He's close," Altair grunted in her ear, caressing her sides as his thighs rubbed against hers with each deep thrust. Her eyes shot back at the panther, a deep growl echoing in her throat around Brian's cock. She knew he was close.

"Do you want to make your man scream?" Altair asked, his rhythm and thrusts emphasizing every word. Tasha snarled in response, still staring at him as she pulled Brian's dick out of her mouth and started twisting her fleshy tongue on his cockhead without mercy. Jets of pre mixed with white shot out and Brian started gasping for air.

Altair growled at Tasha's defiant act, biting the side of her neck and ramming himself in fully, pricking her inside. Tasha roared out and moaned, looking back at Altair with pure lust and pressing her hips back. "Please don't stop," she begged.

"Do you want to please him?"

"Yes, very much," she nodded. Time seemed to slow down as Brian's face and cock flushed a deep crimson red.

"Do you love him?" Altair continued, still holding himself in her Heat, her insides throbbing around his member.

"Yes, I do..."

"Do you?!"

"YES! Yes, Nature, yes, Tasha do, with all my heart... every drop of my soul, every inch of my body, Tasha... Tasha love him, so much." She held Brian's cock in place so he wouldn't burst as she yelled at Altair.

"Good," Altair crooned in her ear as he rammed into her over and over and over, "Good, good girl. Now listen to me, pantheress... when he finally blasts... uhhhn... squeeze him at his base and under his sack. Don't let any of his seed out, just squeeze and make sure you keep the pressure."

Brian started to shake in pleasure as she gripped his manhood. She began losing her concentration as her body rode Altair's powerful pumps... thrusting in her four times a second... thrustthrustthrustthrust...

"Mate my 'ness! Mate Tasha!"

Altair snapped her back to attention with a growl in her ear. Brian convulsed as she pawed him off, his cock blazing in her paws. She leaned down and gave one last long full suck up his entire length, lubing it again, and Brian yelled an intangible word as his orgasm overtook him. A little seed shot in her face before she remembered Altair's words. She squeezed Brian's cock in the most desirable places, not letting one more drop of his cum flow out. Brian howled at the top of his lungs, his body contorting as some clear pre still forced its way out. Tasha lapped it off with love, pressing her haunches up and down on Altair, who slowed his pace to watch her tend to Brian.

Brian's arms flailed. "Ohhhh fuuuhhhk Tashhhha!" She squeezed his sack and felt his dick straining and pumping in her paws... begging to release his juicy seed.

"Ok," Altair whispered, nuzzling the side of her head. "Ok, let go... and do what you see fit with his seed."

Tasha nodded and jammed Brian's full length into her mouth. Hot sticky cum sprayed out and down her welcome throat. Brian yelled again, grabbing her head and rocking with her crazed tongue, gushing "I love you" over and over...

Tasha swallowed every last drop of his Nature, lapping around her lips as it started to overflow her mouth. She licked even quicker, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Brian loosened his grip and started to drift back, shaking again as he shrank out of her mouth.

"Such a good girl," Altair crooned, pressing into Tasha fully to remind her that she still had a job to do. The pantheress looked back at him and snarled, her instincts and passion blazing. Altair didn't know the fire he started. Tasha was going to force him to mate her until she allowed him to stop. Altair snarled back, and Tasha got raging pissed. She cuffed him with her free paw, her eyes fierce slits as she glared at him.

"Now, my naughty kitty, it's time to please me," Altair growled.

Tasha roared, flipping on her back. Altair gasped as her 'ness twisted around his sensitive member with her sudden flip. Her claws shot out and she grabbed the back of Altair's head, pulling his face down to hers. "You think you have all the answers, male? You give some words on how to handle a dick and you think you can command Tasha around?"

Altair grimaced as she pressed their faces together. "Mate Tasha," she snarled, "don't even think. Just mate me."

Altair roared and pulled his head up, thin trails of blood lining his fur as her claws scraped into him. She cuffed him again, and he pulled back and rammed into her with pure authority. She put her forearms back around him and pressed into his intense riding. He gave Tasha his all, and her swollen 'ness took every thrust. His hips strained as he pistoned his maleness into Tasha, his balls bouncing off her haunches with each thrust. He held himself over her, looking into her eyes. Their chests met as they caressed each other in passion, and she ran a lick up the side of his face. He growled at the pantheress, and she roared back, flashing her teeth. Altair smacked her with his free paw. Tasha pounced up, roaring in his face and locking her rear legs on his hips with her claws. Altair shuddered and purred, raising his head and running his claws down her side as he thrust in her full speed. Her 'ness sprayed juices out on him as he pricked her inside. Bodies intertwined... the room spinning... his powerful body over her, thrusting... her hot panther body squeezing, tensing, boiling so close to release... tensing with each maddening thrust.

"Squeeze me with your pussy," Altair roared, breaking Tasha's concentration. She felt his sharp cock press her in places that could never be touched. Tasha roared out as her body convulsed, her sides and stomach shaking with her powerful orgasm. She released her backpaws from Altair's sides and spread her rear legs, squeezing her muscles and locking his pricking cock inside of her. She bit down on his shoulder as pain so pleasurable shot through her entire body and he roared out. Tasha roared too, and hot blasts exploded deep inside her, filling her up inch by lovely inch with heat. Her slender body shook under Altair, and she held herself up with a foreleg, using the other leg to pull the panther closer to her. He roared again, rocking in bliss and picking her entire body up. They held each other, panting as both their bodies pumped at each other. Her head fell back and Altair moved his face down and lick up her neck to her chin. Passion... bliss... orgasm... sweet orgasm. It all felt so very good...

The pair collapsed, stars blipping while the room kept spinning. They held each other, the only sounds their exasperated purring and tired breathing. Tasha held her head up, nuzzling into Altair's neck. She gasped as she saw a bite mark on his shoulder. Blood matted down his fur from various claw marks.

"Oh my Nature, Tasha sorry! Don't know what came over..."

"Shhh," Altair soothed, laying his paw over her mouth and looking into her scared eyes. He nuzzled Tasha with a rumbling purr. "Tasha," he grumbled, "that's how panthers are supposed to mate."

Tasha nodded, hugging into the male.

"Besides," he chuckled, "I got you too."

The pantheress looked down, still dazed, and noticed claw trails on her side. "...the way panthers are... supposed to mate..."

"Mm-hmm," Altair chuckled, playing with her paws.

Tasha grimaced and pulled herself up. "Wow, that was rough." She cracked her neck, shaking her vision clear and glancing around the room. Brian sat curled up, his eyes huge. Tasha winced and padded in his direction, laying down on her side next to him. "Brian?"

"You two really got into it there," he said, scratching his leg. "If you ever did that with me... whew, I don't think I would make it."

Tasha laughed. "It didn't make you look at Tasha differently, did it?"

"No, no, Natikitt'n, not at all. It just made me appreciate just how gentle you are with me, that's all."

She nodded and looked down before glancing back up into his eyes.

"Well," Brian coughed, pulling himself up, "Felines can go at it, what is it again, 156 times a day? Don't let me stop you two, I'm gonna go get cleaned up and get some rest."

"Brian..."

"It's ok, Tasha... I love you too, by the way." Brian leaned down and kissed the pantheress on the lips before motioning towards Altair. "Take care of my girl, Alt."

The male panther nodded before watching Brian leave the room. As he heard a door close upstairs, Altair walked over and sat down next to Tasha. After a couple of minutes of silence, he cleared his throat. "Tasha?"

She only stared out the room in silence. Altair waited, glancing around.

"He really does love me, y'know," she said finally. Altair nodded, staring at Natasha with a quiet gaze. She glanced over at him, a serious look on her face. "Tasha has a request, Altair."

"Sure, anything for you, love."

Tasha leaned in and stared into Altair's cool eyes. "Tasha had forgotten what it meant to be animal. Don't ever let Tasha forget again." Altair took a second to grasp what she was saying. "In return," she continued, "my cubs will know their true father. We animals are blessed with being able to have more than one mate, and Tasha gonna run with that philosophy."

Altair didn't know what to say, so he moved closer and nuzzled Tasha's face. She churred and licked him, letting him hold her for a few moments. After a while, she snuffed at him and nodded at his lazy manhood. "That thing ready yet?"

"Err, yes... of course, sheila."

"Then what are you waiting for?" She winked at him and stood up, bapping his face with her tail and swaying back to the mating rug. She circled around a few times before stopping with her rear facing him, squatting down into her 'pounce' position and raising her tail high. Altair paused to take in the beautiful sight, licking his lips. "Natasha the pantheress... sweet and innocent sometimes, sexy and tempting at other times, beautiful and awe-inspiring all the time."

Tasha glanced around, eyes narrowed, purring at his comment. "Thank you," she said, blushing and smiling. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Tasha shook her raised ass. Altair laughed, running over and mounting her with an excited growl.

---

Brian could hear the muffled sounds of Tasha and Altair mating again. He shook his head, drifting off to sleep while thinking about their animalistic mating. He wondered if it was hard for Tasha to hold back with him. He awoke a few times during the night and heard them mating every time.

The next morning, Brian's eyes opened to the peaceful sound of silence. He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He opened the door to his room and checked the hallways. The deep scent of panther musk filled the entire house.

"Dammit, I've gotta tell Sheila to get this place cleaned if they're gonna make it a mating facility..."

He yawned and walked to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, the door creaked open behind him and in swayed Tasha, reeking of musk.

"Good morning," he said with a huge grin, toothpaste falling out of his mouth.

Tasha grumbled in return. She pulled her front paws over the sink and brushed her teeth in a lethargic daze.

"Phew you stink, girl!"

Tasha gave Brian the eye in the mirror. He shook his head, snickering. The pantheress spit out the toothpaste, climbed over the open toilet, and started to pee. Brian finished brushing his teeth and washed his face by the time she finished relieving herself. He gave her a second to tidy up and flush the toilet.

"So we're still... cool, right?"

Brian couldn't help feeling butterflies as he asked. Tasha stared up at him with tired eyes, dropping the toilet cover and climbing on top of it. She motioning for Brian to come over to her. Brian took a few careful steps, and Tasha grabbed out for him, hugging him close. Brian held her, even with her body reeking of an entire night of mating.

"...because I love you so much, Natikitt'n..."

She nodded and looked up in his face with a rumbling purr.

CHAPTER 5: INTO THE DARKEST VALLEY

"She's still not pregnant."

"What?" Brian asked, shocked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Brian, I'm sure," Dr. Meare said, rubbing his old, tired eyes.

"Well maybe these kind of things take time with sapainmorphs..."

"Brian, we've been running test after test since you brought Altair home with you, and her womb hasn't even pulsed. Have they been mating frequently since the first night?"

"Um... a few times, nothing like the first night, though. I kinda give them their privacy."

"Well that just doesn't seem to be working." Dr. Meare walked over to a set of test results and picked through a few pages. "On a side note, we didn't find any signs of human semen in her either."

Brian rolled his eyes, "Yeah, always a good thing. God, I hope she's not barren."

"Well we have to run a few more tests before we can find anything conclusive, Brian. We're going to keep her here for a few days for observation, and we're going to keep Altair as well just to make sure he's not shooting blanks. In the meantime, I think Sheila wants to see you."

Brian breathed out. He always made a point of stopping by to see his boss every time he visited. If she was "requesting" to see him, it couldn't be a good thing. He patted Dr. Meare on the back and made his way to the door.

"Brian," the doctor said softly with a long sigh, "sorry for all those... words before."

"Yeah."

As he walked across the grounds, he noticed everyone seemed dazed. Some scientist wouldn't even look at him and the ones that did speak seemed to do it before they realized. The PZA was not the same place. He walked into Sheila's office and noticed his personnel folder spread out on her desk. That was far from unusual, but it was unusual how she would not look him in his eyes.

"Sit down, Brian."

"You know I prefer to stand."

"Sit down."

Brian sighed and closed the door behind him before taking a seat at her desk.

"I'm starting to have my doubts, Brian. You and I have been friends for years, but now I have to be your boss."

"What in the world brought this on?"

"I want you to take a polygraph test, Brian. Would you pass it?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A valid one. Now would you answer it or am I forced to assume?"

"I think officially you've already came up with an answer."

"And I think officially, Mr. Simmons, you're fired."

Brian stared at Sheila in a complete daze. He felt the butterflies cloud his stomach.

"I think you lied to me, Simmons. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw you in jail for further questioning."

Her words snapped him back to attention. He only had one chance to try to make things right. "How did Ruth get her sights on me?"

"What do you mean?" Sheila sneered. "You told me that you met her in the supermarket."

"Yes, I did, but I did not give her all the information that she has fed to the private investigator and the AFA. Natasha told me that right after all this shit hit the papers, she saw Ruth on the PZA grounds and followed her right to this office. You see, I kinda admire what that private investigator does for a living. I've always wanted to do something like that, and since everyone has been inside my fucking personal life, I did a little investigating on my own to protect my assets."

Sheila laughed. "Please tell me you're fucking kidding me. I'm not the one on trial here for eating out a kitty..."

"See, that's the thing. You are. You don't really go out much, but ever other Tuesday at eight you go to Club Trillz downtown. We all know what Tuesday night is there. Ruth is a lesbian, Sheila. That's why I never got together with her. But you met her one Tuesday at Club Trillz. She used you, and she came here one day to see you and collected information on me behind your back. Later you found out, but it was too late. That's why you've always been in my corner, because you felt bad."

Sheila frowned and tapped a pen on her desk. "So why am I firing you now?"

"If I had to guess, something very traumatic happened to sway your thinking."

"When you asked me to have your house cleaned after the panthers' mating night, I had my own investigators do the job. They found your DNA and sperm all over the places around the panthers' mating fluids. Now either you're fucking the panthers, or you're masturbating over their fluids, both of which will lead to a dismissal in my book. Plus, the amount of both your and Tasha's fluid we found in your bed... I actually believed you, Brian. I cannot believe that you lied to me. If the AFA finds out about this..."

"Then why did you wait until weeks later to confront me?"

"I wanted to make everything official. Finding out today that Natasha is still not pregnant was the tip of the iceberg. No one else knows about all the other evidence outside this room."

Brian shook his head and looked at Sheila. "This hole goes deeper. These animals are smarter than you give them credit. Tell me about Nadia."

Sheila gave Brian a blank stare.

"The schedule noted that she took two trips with you last week," Brian continued, "and Natasha tells me that Nadia is more persuaded to feminine companionship if you know what I mean. Tasha also told me that after Nadia came back she was immediately bathed, but the animals could still smell the human female scent on her. They also noted that she's been depressed lately. Now I know for a fact that you are a very lonely woman and that Nadia is a very lonely ocelot. I think that your needs... corresponded one night."

"Are you accusing me of being an animal fucker like you?"

"These animals are just as human as you and me. I love Natasha," Brian yelled back.

"So you admit to engaging in an inappropriate relationship with Natasha?" Sheila asked, a look of pure repulse on her face. "Brian, that's disgusting! How could you? You lied..."

"Are you telling me that you're not lying about eating out the ocelot to my face right now? Would you have told me if all this shit hadn't happened? You gave into your emotions for a split second and regretted it. You hurt another creature and now that you've experienced it and hated it, you can't stand to look at me anymore."

Sheila's lip trembled and a tear fell down her face.

"I love Natasha," Brian said, staring into Sheila's face.

"Yeah well," his supervisor mumbled, wiping away a tear, "I'm sorry, but you will never see her again. We have received a direct threat against Natasha's life, and we're moving all the sapainmorph subjects to an island base that we have been working on away from the public. You are relinquished from your caretaker duties effective immediately. You will be transported to the authorities for further questioning and you will be put on trial for whatever crimes that you have committed."

"Sheila, please don't do this. Don't do to Tasha what you did to Nadia."

"I have no choice, Mr. Simmons."

CHAPTER 6: ENTER ANDREW CREST, PART II

A man without judgment is a man without opportunity. The greatest tacticians on the field of battle are the ones who yearn to see the full picture. I've watched rapists and child molesters practice their ways. I've claimed the lives of men who dare challenge me. I've watched eyes fade into darkness as death shows the secrets on which men still living can only speculate. And I've seen the remnants of a woman's scorn. Men and women are fundamentally different with their devices. The actions of men are generally unintelligent while women know what they do is wrong and yet they still do it. That's exactly where we stand. I sit in a coffee shop across from a woman who smiles at me, unaware that my eyes are opened. She flirts and flutters, trying to get her way. She only convinces me that a woman knowing her wrong actions is the new definition of unintelligence. Why don't you tell me another lie and make my ears burn a little more?

"So, as you can see, Mister Crest, we're even closer to our goal," Ruth said, taking a happy sip from her oversized cup of coffee. "So do you really think that Brian has been arrested?"

"I have the pictures to prove it, sister. He hasn't been home in over five days and they're keeping the cat locked away in the compound. The FBI picked Brian up last week and transported him to jail. I guess they finally found the proof they needed to lock him up."

"Well that's wonderful news, we're on point. What I need from you now, sir, is for you to tell me the next time you see Natasha outside of the compound and her movements. We need to get to her and finish her off before the PZA can cover all this up and..."

"I also wanted to give you condolences for your loss, Ruth," Andrew interrupted. He watched her put the cup down silently and stare up into his face.

"My loss?" she asked.

"Yeah, I got you a card and everything," he continued. "You know, your sister Angela dying last week before she came out of the coma. It must've been really hard on your family. I went to the funeral to pay my respects, but I didn't see you there, so let me give you the card now." Andrew threw the card down on the table and crossed his arms.

Ruth smiled and adjusted her glasses. "It's been a real pleasure working with you, Mr. Crest, but I do not think our organization needs your services anymore."

"Oh, really? That's a shame. Why is that?" Andrew sneered.

"Well, if you wouldn't have spent your time investigating me, which was not part of the contract, maybe you would've caught more information of the PZA opening a new base in Nevada. One of your competing investigators brought me plenty of pictures outlining this base, and you have not shown me a single one. But you did have time to go buy a sympathy card for me." Ruth further iterated her point by picking the card up and tossing it over into the trash.

"I find truth by looking into both sides of the story, especially before I put my entire fucking life on the line by working on an assassination. It's what the good investigators do. You never cared about your sister. You just used her as emotion fodder. Clever, but why?"

Ruth took off her glasses, laying them on the table. "Andrew, let me give you a tip. I am a businesswoman, and this is not personal. I do whatever it takes to get the results that the people I work for want to see. It's true that I never gave a flying rat's ass about my sister. Anything other than that, you don't need to know. However, I'm a fair businesswoman, so I will pay you for the fresh pictures that you took and the information in the last report you gave me. Fair enough?"

Andrew sat back in his chair and grumbled. Good thing he kept an important detail out of that report.

---

"You've gotta do this one thing for me, Gary."

"Andrew, this is a top secret flight. If you're found, we both can be arrested."

"Gary, if anyone can get me on as an attendant, it's you."

"No, that's it. There's no way I can get you on the plane. You will be spotted..."

"You know I'm a master of disguise, c'mon."

Gary shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

"Gary, I really think that this is the flight! They're covering something up. That guy fucked an animal and they're trying to sweep it under the rug. This can be your chance to make it into the history books for uncovering the darkest scandal of our lives!"

"I don't know, Andy."

"How does 4g's sound?"

Gary looked into Andrew's crazed stare for a long time. "You'd better wear one hell of a disguise..."

---

Later that night, Altair and Dingo laid on their backs staring up at the moon.

"So we going to the new island, right?" Dingo asked Altair with a sigh after a few minutes of silence.

"Well yeah, I don't think we have a choice now that I'm Tasha's suitor. Plus, would you want to go back to Australia since they know about us? At least on this new island you and I can be together with more privacy."

"Right-o, I won't miss that compound back in our country anyway," Dingo said with a smirk. "I mean, you know the assholes sent us to the Americans as a joke since they caught us on that hidden camera. Why the hell would someone send a kangaroo as a possible suitor for a panther sheila?"

Altair chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, but I don't care. It was fun trying to keep things secret, but you and I have had more time together here in America than I could have ever hoped to have back there."

"Y'know, you still smell like her piss," Dingo said, sitting up and stretching with a huge smile.

Altair growled and kicked him with his rear legs.

"I shoulda known then and there that she was gonna pull you away from me," the kangaroo muttered.

Altair sat up and looked at Dingo. "Hey, I'm still her secondary male, so that makes her secondary to me. You're still and will always be my first, so shut your yapper with the jealousy, mate."

Dingo scratched his paw and nodded. "You're still her secondary even though Brian is gone?"

Altair laid back down and scritched his stomach, staring at the moon. "Yes, and I will always be. She misses him so much. She even told me the story about them mating after the strip club outing. Even started to cry in the middle of it. He's gone, though, for good. Humans always need someone to take the fall, and from what I've heard, he's more than fallen for what he believed in. They say that they threw him in jail and he got beaten the first day by one of the inmates. Of course I can't tell Tasha everything I hear, she's already so broken up about all this. She was planning some way to try to save him, but it's way too late. I just can't help but think about what would've happened if you and I went through the same thing that they're experiencing. After they caught us on video they could have split us up to two different countries instead of sending us here as a joke."

Dingo nodded and Altair looked over into his eyes. They stared at each other for a few minutes before hugging close, deep in thankful thought.

---

"I've gotta give it to ya, that's one helluva costume, Andy."

"I told you, Gary. Skin coloring, fake hair, and contact lenses can do wonders."

"Man, you look like you're from Mexico!"

"Yup, and I'm gonna be the best backup flight attendant ever. Now, if you would excuse me..."

"Whoa, one thing, guy," Gary said, grabbing Andrew's arm. "Remember our little agreement. No talking to the animals. You had better get all the information you need from back here watching. And most importantly, no leaving the plane once we reach our destination."

"Oh c'mon, I haven't been a successful P.I. from taking bad chances. What's the destination?"

"Only the pilots know. Don't make me regret this. It's like a strip club. Look, but don't you fucking touch."

Andrew nodded and took a second to peep out at the animals. Two rows back, Natasha sat with Altair. She looked dazed... sad. A rather large security guard sat with them. Andrew sat down and buckled up as the plane started down the runway, trying to figure out how he was going to make his approach.

The flight took off and cruised through the air uneventfully. Andrew kept his eye on Tasha from behind the flight attendant curtain. She was writing pretty quickly on a napkin. It amazed him how the animals were trained to write with a pen in their paws. At one point, the pantheress wiped away a tear. Finally, she crumpled the paper up and threw it on her food tray before nudging the security guard. The guard nodded and stood up, following the pantheress back to the bathroom.

Andrew knew that this was his chance. He grabbed a trash cart and pushed it down the aisle, collecting the food trays. As he got to Tasha's seat, he picked up her tray and put it on the cart, swiping her napkin and putting it in his pocket as he made his way down the aisle. He closed the flight attendant curtain behind him -- only to look straight into Gary's angry stare.

"Don't worry, pal, I didn't say a word to anybody. Just cleaned up the trash. No one even asked for a drink."

Gary continued to stare at him as he took the cart from Andrew. "Don't do that shit again, man."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your attendant dress on."

Gary sighed and started cleaning off the cart as Andrew sat down, uncrumpling the napkin in his pocket.

'Been 8 days. Brian used to write, so writing makes me feel better, but only slightly. Wonder where all of his writings are. Wonder where he is. Will Tasha ever see him again? Feels like he has suddenly died. Didn't get the chance to even say goodbye. Wonder if he finally confessed love for a panther or if they finally get enough proof. Don't like human way of doing things. Altair mate now. He tries to remind Tasha to be strong like animals and just accept new mate. But sapianmorphs strive to remember animal roots and most forget that we are just as much human as animals, or even worse -- that humans are animals. Tasha feel like worthless freak. Shunned back to wild from human society. Can't even get pregnant...can't even get pregnant... worthless.'

---

After the plane landed, Gary ripped open the curtains and counted his employees heads.

"Where's Andrew?"

The other attendants shook their heads. "You mean the Mexican? I thought he was undercover security."

"No, no... The last passengers just left, and I know I didn't see him leave the plane," Gary stammered, looking around the cabin.

"He was PZA security, sir. He had to be, I counted one more security personnel leaving the plane than what came on."

Gary's head jerked back towards the crew. "Oh shit no..."

CHAPTER 7: ANDREW CREST, IDENTITY REVEALED

Private Investigator Andrew Crest smiled to himself as he looked around the sunny island base. He knew he was right. The pictures Ruth had of the Nevada base were just a ploy. Those idiot, free-thinking hippies took the bait.

He now had all the facts, and his instincts told him exactly what would happen. The kitty was lonely and depressed, yet she was trying to appear strong. She would excuse herself and walk off into the forest. They would let her go get used to her new territory. She would find some pretty place to reminisce and boo-hoo. And on this island, the prettiest place to feel sorry for yourself was probably a lake overlooking the setting sun.

He pulled out his GPS satellite phone and made his way into the forest. Fifteen minutes later, he made out a slender feline body looking out over a river. He smiled and stepped towards her. Her ears perked and she sniffed the air before her attention returned to the water. She knew he was there.

"Didn't he train you better? You left an interesting napkin back on the plane," Andrew sneered as he walked up behind Tasha.

"You found that, huh," Tasha said. "Nice detective work."

"Well I am the best," Andrew smirked, polishing his fingernails on his shirt. "So, why all alone out here?"

"Tasha think you know why."

"Oh, does Tasha? Well, I won't disappoint. But I figured you would've gotten used to your man being in jail by now. Guess those human emotions can be a bitch, huh?"

Tasha turned around and stared at Andrew.

"And now that I have your napkin, kitty cat," he continued, "Well, it's probably better that you get started with your new life out here on this beautiful island. I'm just here to tidy up the details of the story and I'll leave you alone."

"You think Brian did all those things?" Tasha asked.

"Are you telling me that he didn't?"

Tasha sighed, Dawn's words running through her head. "...if you ever have any trouble from a human, show them your 'ness. It will cause all kind of controversy."

The pantheress took a deep breath and turned back towards the river. She leaned down and lapped at the water before glancing back at Andrew, raising her tail with a slow, fluid motion.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, taking a step back.

"Brian was raped," Tasha whispered, her eyes narrowed in anger. "Much like you are about to be."

Andrew laughed, moving his arms closer to his pocket. "Yeah right, for all that time you two were together you're telling me he was raped?"

"He knew that if he didn't do it, I would tell his bosses that he took advantage of me. I had him by the balls. And if your hands get any closer to whatever is in your pockets, Tasha will remove your balls."

Andrew gulped and raised his hands to his chest.

"You and I are gonna make a deal," Tasha continued, her tail swaying in the air. "You're gonna mate me, and then you're gonna go back and tell everyone that Brian was raped so he'll be released. If you don't, Tasha will spread the news that you took advantage of her and they will find your DNA inside me."

"You do know that even if he is released under those conditions, you will never see him again," Andrew said, trying to remain cool.

"It's the final thing Tasha can do for the man I love. Drop your pants."

Andrew gulped, trying to find some way to save himself. Tasha growled, turning around and flaring her teeth. Her claws sprang out, and she took a step towards Andrew.

"Alright... ok, ok," Andrew gasped, his hands out. Natasha watched him as he unbuckled his pants. "So you're... not going to hurt me?"

"I need you to clear Brian's name. Drop them."

Andrew took a deep breath and pulled his pants down. Tasha looked at him sideways with a questioning mewl. "That's it?"

"Fuck you," Andrew sneered.

"Yeah, you're gonna hafta." Natasha turned her rear towards Andrew and raised her tail again. Andrew stared at her for a few minutes and she perked an eyebrow as she glanced back at him.

"Well... what do I do?" he asked.

"Are you an effing idiot, Mr. Crest? Bend over Tasha and stick it in."

Andrew gulped, stepping out of his pants and stooping down behind Tasha. He had always wanted to get raped by a female, but not like this. He didn't even know men could be raped for that matter. Yet somehow, someway here he was with his penis poking out.

"Don't think that just because I have a hard-on," he started.

"I think it realized that if it didn't get up Tasha would rip it off. Now stop wasting time."

Andrew gulped again and placed himself at her entrance. He was dealt a bad hand with this one. "So uhh... what do..." he started as he held himself in place.

Tasha rolled her eyes and pressed back, and Andrew felt himself sinking into the pantheress' netherregions. He gasped in disbelief as he watched his member disappear inside her. It was much tighter than a human... but he couldn't focus on that. Get in, get out, get the job done. He bucked behind Tasha and thrust inside her.

"Better do a good job, male," Tasha growled, "Your life kinda depends on it."

"Yeah, no pressure," Andrew winced. He pulled himself up on her sides and started with slow, rhythmic pumps. She responded and gave him better access. Andrew sped up while trying to read the pantheress' movements. He never really focused on a woman's pleasure, but his women never had big teeth and claws. He clenched her harder as he started to get comfortable and his crotch bounced off her haunches with each thrust. A purr rumbled through her as she pressed back and forth. This had to be the most awkward sex since both of them didn't trust their partner, but somehow they were getting things right.

Andrew pulled back and pushed in... back and in... over and over, with the same pace. He didn't even bother thinking about baseball, he wanted this to be over quick.

"Speed up," Tasha growled out. "Make Tasha feel like human girl!"

"Yeah, let's not talk," he grunted, her searing heat making him wince again. She squeezed her muscles around him tighter and he yelled, feeling a surge in his stomach...

"Oh, coming so soon, Mr. Investigator?" Tasha cooed. She tensed and squeezed her muscles, bouncing her rear up and down back on him. Andrew grunted and let her ride him... constricting and releasing her 'ness... constricting... and... release...

"Uhhnn! Ohhh!" Andrew yelled out, digging his hands into Tasha's sides as she milked him dry. He shuddered as he came inside her, coughing and spasming.

Tasha never came once. She looked at him, eyes narrowed, as she clenched his dick for what seemed like an eternity. She had proven her point. As she let go, Andrew gasped and fell back. "See, Mr. Crest, did Brian really have it that bad?" Tasha asked, laying down and inspecting her claws.

Andrew shook his dazed head, pulling his pants up. "It wasn't for him to enjoy."

Tasha looked up at him with an angry glare.

"Let that male panther you've been seen with enjoy that tight pussy," Andrew continued. "Sorry to be cruel, but that's the ropes..."

As soon as he finished the sentence, the pantheress burst out in tears. "Brian, how long does Tasha hafta pretend it's not you?"

He took a step back as tears streamed down Tasha's face. "Tasha, I... I thought we were still in character and..."

"Are you stupid?!" Tasha yelled. "You tell Tasha that once on island you wouldn't have to be asshole Andrew Crest or whatever anymore... It's been close to two weeks without you, Brian! Two weeks! And this is how you greet Tasha?!"

"Tasha, I'm sorry, I was doing this whole thing for us and..." He reached out to pet her head.

Tasha recoiled. "Don't touch me! I'm sick of this, Brian! I haven't felt this sad and depressed since the way you treat Tasha when she first left the compound! And all you can tell me is that it wasn't for you to enjoy, and for me to be with Altair?"

"Tasha you know I didn't mean that." Brian made another attempt to grab Tasha's paw, but she pulled back again.

"Brian, Tasha just don't feel the same anymore. This is all way too much. Tasha sick of trying to appease the humans and getting rejected in the end. Tasha sick of my heart getting thrown around. Tasha sick of bullshit. I left that napkin for you to find for a reason, Tasha needed you, and all you can do is play these... games!"

"I just thought you were going along with the plan..."

The pantheress sniffled and sighed. "Tasha gonna need more time... away... from you. Need to get my head clear... just..." She started to cry again and ran off into the underbrush.

Brian called after her, but he knew it was too late. He sighed to himself and made his way back to the plane runway. It was times like these that he had to question his sanity. It was time for Andrew Crest to be buried and never spoken of again. As he forced his way through the jungle foliage, his anger overcame him and he yelled, punching his fist hard into the trunk of a tree. He could only be angry with himself, though, and he knew it. He took one long breath and composed himself before running all the way back to the base.

He snuck behind a box just as he heard Sheila drilling Gary. "We apprehended Andrew Crest masquerading around the base disguised as a security guard. We know that you let him on the plane."

Brian could hear Gary pacing. "Oh my God I'm gonna loose my job thanks to that... fuck!"

"Calm down, Mr. Unter," Sheila cooed. "I know that you didn't want to let him on the plane. Tell ya what, you don't mention him, and we'll deal with this problem on our own terms. We'll just say that he snuck on the plane, and leave you out of the report. You're a good guy, Gary. It's not your fault."

Gary took a long breath. "I'm glad you understand, Sheila. And if 'dealing' with him includes some pain, then all the better."

Sheila laughed. "Well, he's arrested now, we're gonna focus on getting information out of him first. For now, you should make your way back to the plane, and remember... it's our little secret."

"Thank you so much, Sheila," Gary oozed before running back towards the landing strip.

"Geez, with friends like him," Brian chuckled as he walked up behind Sheila.

"Well, if it isn't renowned private investigator a.k.a. soon to be dead man Andrew Crest!" Sheila laughed. "Did you finish everything before you left?"

"Yup, I turned over my full report to Ruth and the AFA as she demanded right before she fired me. If I went left, I told them I went right. If I went down, I told them I went up and how high. I completely debunked the info that Ruth received, and she's heading to the fake underground facility in Nevada."

"Good work," Sheila nodded. "Next time, please don't lie to me, especially if it involves you falling in love with a sapianmorph."

Brian laughed. "Next time don't withhold information on being a lesbian and let a lesbian AFA member steal information, then make me meet her in a fucking coffee house disguised as Magnum P.I."

"Ok, ok, Brian we both were wrong. Now, officially you were fired from the PZA and you will be undergoing a trial soon. You might need to fly back in and show your face at the trial. Unofficially, you are under contract at this island facility. We're lucky that Tasha showed such a good face saving that little girl. The South American government are really playing ball with us. We've been working on this base for years as a backup, and we weren't sure how we were going to smooth things over with the surrounding governments. Now back at home, you will disappear. Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Brian said. "I really do love her."

"Well I will never understand that, but I guess I'm the last one who can talk about socially acccepted relationships. Now, the employees here are all PZA trusted. Most of them were found having their own relationships and came to me after they heard their lovers were being moved."

"So what happens with Meare?"

"Dr. Meare is moving to the facility in Nevada, and you will be checking in with Dr. Echo on this base now. She's one of the few doctors that are sympathetic to your cause. Just so you know, losing Natasha ripped Dr. Meare up, especially since it's classified where she's staying. He said it was like losing a daughter. I wouldn't be surprised to see him retire soon, but the point is that you should keep that in mind while you're here. You aren't the only one who loves Natasha."

"Yeah but he loves her a little differently than I do," Brian said, frowning. "If he cares that much, why did you..."

"Do you really want me to think about that, Brian?" Sheila interrupted. She shook her head and sighed. "Our personal lives always wind up affecting our decisions, I suppose. I guess I understand the bleeding heart more than I do the fatherly love since my father was never there for me. I'm not going to preach, because you have no idea how close I am to changing my mind on all of this. I'll be checking in every once in a while, so don't be surprised. This place had better stay a hundred and fifty percent clean. Have you had the chance to see Tasha?"

"Yeah," Brian mumbled, looking around. "I was still in Andrew Crest mode though, and I think it upset her."

Sheila blinked. "You mean... wait, we've had you in solitary confinement and training for the last two weeks and she hasn't seen you, and you approached her like that asshole?"

"Well, I mean, I thought we were still in character..."

Sheila turned up her nose and blinked again. "Damn, you really are clueless when it comes to women."

Brian sighed and shook his head.

"Well," Sheila said, "I should be going. The plane leaves in fifteen minutes..."

"Have you had the chance to talk to Nadia?"

Sheila sighed and rubbed her temples. "No."

Brian poked her shoulder. "Well c'mon, I'm sure she could use the closure."

"But what would I say to her? What would she say to me?"

"Just tell her how you really feel and why you did what you did."

Sheila sighed again. "I... I can't. Just make sure Tasha looks after her and..."

"Sheila..."

"I can't, Brian. She'll be ok. I'll be in touch soon. Call me if you need anything, we'll get you the help."

Brian nodded and gave Sheila a friendly hug before waving her off. He was a little sad to see his old boss go as he started to realize the depth of his decision. As the sun started to disappear from their new paradise home, Brian saw more and more scientists walking around the resort with their sapianmorph lovers. He had no idea that there were 'others,' but at least now they all had a place to safely call 'home.'

The PZA went all out on the lavish island base. While they were in the plane, he spotted three beaches and two waterfalls on their eleven mile stretch of land. Numerous lakes, fissures, and caves lay scattered across the dense jungle. In the upcoming months, they would chart the land and create a new name for their home. Brian looked back at the living resort as he heard the plane's engines start. He told himself that he would have to learn to fly one in the future.

He sighed and started walking back to the living quarters. Now all he needed to do was find Tasha. Ambiance lighting glowed around the resort pathways leading up to the housing facility. Their living area was a five level paradise structure with Jacuzzis and beautiful island decorations in every room. An underground lab complete with the newest technology sprawled under most of the island. Brian walked into the housing facility and used his keycard to call the elevator. He stepped inside, mumbled "floor three," and the elevator whisked him up. He stepped off the elevator deep in thought, and saw Altair walking back down the hall.

"Your apartment is on the end, Brian."

"Thanks. Where are you off to?"

"Dingo and I are going to do some night exploring around here. Looks like you've got your work cut out with Tasha, sir. She's pretty upset."

"Thanks, friend... any advice?"

"It's not my place to say, which is why I'm giving you two some time together. I guess talk it out." Altair shrugged and pressed his paw on a floor scanner to call the elevator.

Brian nodded and walked down the hall leading to his apartment. As he pressed his hand on the touchpad and the door opened, he took a step back as he realized just how beautiful his new home was. Atmosphere lighting glimmered throughout the apartment and a computer's voice whispered "welcome home." He stood in awe for a few seconds before looking for Natasha. There would be time to explore once he saw her.

Brian walked into the bedroom to change his clothes and he could make out Tasha's slender body laying on the bed. He sighed and laid down next to her, the silence uncomfortable. She didn't say a word, cuddling further into her pillow.

"So," Brian started, "You don't want to be with me anymore?" Tasha sighed, still quiet. "So that means that you're going to be with Altair," he continued.

The pantheress rolled her eyes and groaned. "Maybe."

"Look, Tasha..."

"Tasha really don't want to talk about this, ok?" She cuffed her pillow.

Brian sat for a few minutes. "Y'know, Tasha..." She growled under her breath and he didn't know if she was really listening with her back facing him. Brian sighed as he continued. "Tasha, I gave up everything for you. Everything that I had that made me Brian Simmons is now gone. I might as well change my name. And I didn't just do it for you, I did it for us. These last two weeks have been hell for me too. Not seeing you, training for this facility, letting my identity go... I did it all for us, so we can live the life we want to live without being bothered. I just thought that we were stronger than to let the media ploy affect our relationship..."

"Puh, bullshit," Tasha growled. "Tasha gave plenty of warning that it was getting to me. When I was writing on that napkin, I wanted to hurl myself from the plane. And... and... you read it and somehow think Tasha playing into human games and..."

"Tasha, I'm sorry, it's just that we've been playing along for so long, but now we don't have to."

"Yeah, yeah... Brian always sorry for treating Tasha like crap. You're way too deep in your human society..."

"And I gave that up too!"

Tasha sniffled and sighed.

"I gave up the bullshit. We don't need it. Whatever family, friends, or opportunities I had left there I cut to come live on some eleven mile island away from it all because I can't stand it anymore."

Tasha breathed out. "You never want to live like animals."

Brian blinked. "What?"

"All these years Tasha always tried to be more human, but you never once asked how to be more animal."

"Yes, Tasha, that was because you came into my life. Now we have the rest of our lives for me to learn to be more animal as you say." Brian looked over the pantheress as she laid, blinking every so often. He touched her side.

"...do you mean it?" she asked. "You will learn about our instinctual ways of life?"

"Well, we are out here in the wild away from it all. I'll even call you teacher if you want."

Tasha purred under his tender caresses. He leaned down and kissed her eye, chuckling as her eyelids flickered. She looked back over her shoulder at him.

"You'd better marry Tasha, too."

Brian grinned at her. "I pretty much already have, don't you think? Do animals do that?"

"No, but the symbolism would be nice."

"Symbolism, huh, dear pantheress? Well when we do, everyone will be there. Even Sheila said she would fly in. The pictures from around the island would be beautiful..."

Tasha flipped her body around to face Brian. "You already talked to Sheila about it? Will Meare be there too?"

"No, sweetie. Doctor Meare cannot know about our relationship. He's not exactly open-minded to us. And of course I talked to Sheila about marrying you. She was pretty uncomfortable when she was helping me come up with ideas on how I was going to ask."

Tasha smiled before shaking her head. "But Meare is the only father I've known."

Brian sighed and pulled her in close. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back.

"So if we get married and I'm your husband, what would that make Altair?"

Tasha murred in thought. "I guess we will have to have a special wedding... or maybe we'll just keep it like animals and be loving mates. Did you know that Altair is bi?"

Brian's face grew serious. "No, I didn't. What the hell?"

Tasha laughed. "Does it really matter?"

"Umm, hell yeah it matters. I've been coming to terms with me and another male having sex with you at the same time and now I find out that he's a cock gobbler? How do I know he won't touch my balls and I think that it's you?"

Tasha rolled her eyes and giggled. "He hasn't and he doesn't look at you that way either. Your first rule of animal society, be secure in yourself and the rest will flow along. Altair is only attracted to males who are attracted to him. They don't recruit, and he already has a male. He knows that you don't like that stuff so he doesn't like you in that way." She shook her head as she saw the crazed look on Brian's face. "Sweet Nature it's gonna be hard to break you from human ways."

"But, but.." Brian stuttered, "what if he makes gay jokes or looks at me funny or..."

"Has he ever, Brian? Would you have known if I wouldn't have told you?"

Brian sighed and laid back on his pillow. Tasha smiled at him with narrowed eyes and patted his chest. He gasped as realization crossed over his face. "So that's where he's going tonight with the kangaroo!"

Tasha nodded. "Hey, mister, you sleep with an animal and I caught you jacking off to Nala porn before, so you have li'l room to talk."

"Yeah but at least I'm not gay!"

Tasha rolled her eyes. "Well, we'll focus on getting that mentality out of your head later. In the meantime, Altair isn't here right now, so you should focus on making up for earlier."

Brian breathed out and smiled. "Our first night together in paradise where we can freely do whatever we want and all I want to do is hold you. Go figure."

Tasha nodded. "Good boy."

She pulled herself on him and laid her head on his chest, her beautiful feline eyes staring up into his face as her slender tail bapped his leg. Brian laid his hand on her side and a content purr ran through her muscular panther body. It was a dream come true as her whiskers tickled his bare chest and her purr vibrated throughout him. As they cuddled each other, the moon glinted through a window at just the perfect angle to reflect off Tasha's eyes and shine on the smooth fur of her body. She blinked and smiled at the sappy look on Brian's face, leaning in and whispering "Tasha love you" into his lips before kissing him. Now, she could finally be happy.

EPILOGUE: THEIR FUTURE

Tasha woke up later that night. Her face tensed as her stomach churned. She knew she shouldn't have eaten that icky fish on the plane. She pulled herself out of bed wincing and limped into the bathroom. The uneasiness overtook her and she lunged in front of the toilet, throwing up. Yup, it was definitely the fish. Uggh... She winced as her stomach cramped and she sat down lightheaded.

"Oh no," she thought to herself as she remembered Sheila and Meare talking about the threat made against her. "Could Tasha be poisoned?"

The thought made her throw up one more time and she put her forelegs up on the sink and looked at her eyes in the mirror. She started to get scared and her voice stuck in her throat. Then, as she stared at her reflection, she felt it. Deep, deep down... in her womb... a tingling. She gasped and gazed in the mirror, eyes wide and awe-struck. She could feel it now. So small and indescribable, like a twinge in her womb. She touched her stomach in complete silence. It started to feel queasy again, and she threw up one more time.

She brushed her teeth and gargled in deep thought before swaying back into the dark bedroom. She walked out onto the balcony and stared up at the night sky. Altair would be the first to know out of respect. She touched her tummy one more time and closed her eyes. "Thank you, my Nature."

A tear of happiness graced down her cheek and she swayed back to the bed. She kissed Brian's forehead after she climbed in. He continued to snore. She couldn't stop smiling as she drifted back to sleep, dreaming of her cubs...