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Izaiah sighed as he stretched, pulling up another pencil as he sketched, the bar eerily empty on a Sunday night. As the only bartender who could out drink the patrons, the weekend shift was usually his, here at Trapper's. The bar was named for the reason that many people became trapped in their drinks once they settled down in a chair or booth in this joint and many years ago, the bar was renamed to suit its unusual ability. But the other reason for the renaming which never eluded him, nor some of the patrons, was that this place was a Sanctuary.

In human terms as he thought, this place was a safe haven for all Otherkind in the world. Any species could come into the place and not be bullied or mistreated. Which was how he'd originally ended up here, he remembered. He looked down at the doodle on the pad and sighed, another piece that has no theme, he thought. He moved over to refill Burt's glass with Bud Light and nodded. Burt was like him, Otherkind.

Otherkind was the term many used when referring to the half human species that lived alongside humanity itself. They were just as varied as humans, some being Vampires, some Werewolves, some just Magic users. He was a shifter, magic users who base form was either human or animal. And boy, did he have an animal inside him. A tiger/fox blend was his other form when he shifted or got shocked with too much electricity. He sighed and picked up the rag, wiping down the bar top and remembering his first time shifting.

He'd just turned seventeen, a bit of a late bloomer by many standards and ill-fitted as a human. He had bad eyesight and wasn't the most physically of fit individuals but growing up on a farm for most of his life in the middle of nowhere one learned things. It had been stormy and rainy off and on for the past five days, and he had been feeling itchy and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a storm blew up over the mountain and down the valley, and he was caught outside in it. He'd been out in the far field dealing with an unruly calf while hearing distant thunder when the rain had started pouring. It didn't take long for the calf to run to where its mother was at that point and Izaiah had followed behind. Suddenly, lightning had struck ten feet away and he'd felt a surge go through his body and he passed out.

When he woke up, he had realized something was wrong when his body felt weird then he had screamed and started running towards the house. He'd gotten close to the house when his mother saw him and the next thing he knew was that a shoe had been thrown at his head. He'd run, crying because he had no idea what was going and because he was scared. He'd finally reached towards the edge of the county when he'd collapsed behind the backdoor of Trapper's.

He woke up a while later, back in what he felt was his own body but completely naked and on a couch with a blanket on him. He'd looked up and seen the Burt, watching him like something bad might happen, and then had been peppered with questions by the old man. Come to find out later, Burt was a Werewolf who owned Trapper's after winning it in a card game thirty years ago from the original owner.

After a short time, he had gotten scared that his parents were searching for him, but Burt has reassured him that they knew Izaiah was there. Izaiah had looked away then told Burt why he had been running scared; and Burt had sighed and called Izaiah's parents to come to the bar. Burt had facilitated a reunion between them, mostly between Izaiah and his mother. He'd come to find out that he was born from two sets of shifters; one fox, one snow tiger. Neither of his parents could shift being that they were more human than shifter, but he seemed to have inherited enough from them to shift.

He was scared at what they said but it all made sense. The urges as a kid to pounce and growl, sometimes the need he felt to purr when he pleased. But what had scared his mom was that he wasn't a normal looking snow tiger. He had a much bushier tail, pointier ears, and no real stripes like a tiger because of the arctic fox from his father's side. Burt told his parents that Izaiah would need to learn more than they could teach him, and even though Burt was a wolf, shifting and the magic that came with it was similar.

So, every evening after school, chores, and dinner; Izaiah had gone over to Trapper's and sat in the little living room above the bar and learned all about being a shifter. After a few months, Burt had to have Izaiah's help as a busboy on the weekends because they had lost a bartender. And from then on, Izaiah had come to work at the bar instead of on the farm. When he had gone away to college, it was only a few hours away and he could easily come back if he had any problems.

Though Izaiah gained all the wonderful abilities of heightened senses, his eyesight remained the same in his human form. He was night blind, so working a bar till the wee hours of the morning was good. He really like school and being an artist, but he also enjoyed being a shifter. It made him feel strong but also reminded him that he had to be responsible for his actions. Though the one thing he hated was having to be careful when enjoying sex. He wanted to let loose, growl and push the girl down, showing her who was in charge at that moment but human girls were all he could find and he had to make sure they never saw the claws or got hurt.

It was still a bit early but the night seemed destined for quiet when the door opened. His hearing was a bit sensitive so he had heard a bunch of footsteps outside along with three cars. A bunch of kids, probably not a single one truly old enough to drink coming in. He sighed and looked at them.

"Hey, need to see Ya'lls IDs pronto." Izaiah said as he came around the bar and held out a hand them.

Some of the guys handed over theirs, proclaiming them to be just twenty-one, while the girls started fishing in their purses and the other guys dug out their wallets from back pockets. Izaiah checked each ID carefully, a little surprised at some of the ages. He came to the last girl and starred openly at her after taking her driver's license.

Tall, but not too tall; a curvy body, long coppery blonde hair down to her ass, a low cut navy blue tank top covering an expansive chest with what he guessed to be at least high C breasts, and long legs encased in flared jeans, with flip-flops on. But when he looked at the license then at the face, his eyes widened. She was older than him but she looked like she was barely out of high school with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. They seemed almost electric blue in their intensity. And her name was Alaia.

He handed Alaia her license back then nodded, smiling at all of them and letting them know that they could sit wherever they liked and come up to order. He felt like he was being watched and sure enough as he rounded the bar and started taking orders; the buxom blonde was watching him. Though the look she was giving him was a guarded and wary look. He couldn't tell what she might be thinking, but he got the feeling of prey and hunter. He smiled warmly at the customers she had come in with and got them all their drinks. Finally, it was her turn to order and the words that came out of her mouth thoroughly surprised and astounded him.

"Can I have a soda? Coke if you have it." She said.

"Comin' right up." Izaiah said.

The incongruity of someone coming to a bar and drinking soda plain was not lost of him. He knew something was up just by the way the girl hung back from her friends and didn't drink. She seemed rather different and he couldn't put his finger on the reason. He gave her the glass and told her it was on the house then moved away, looking for Burt.

Burt had gone back to the office when the group had come in and Izaiah knew he needed to ask him something.

"Hey Burt!" Izaiah shouted over the music starting to blare from the bar as he walked in.

"Yes, Izaiah, I'm in here." Burt responded, the glass of bud still in his hand as he looked over some papers on the desk.

"Did you feel something...weird about one of those kids, Boss?" Izaiah asked as he came around and leaned against the wall.

Burt kept looking at the papers, shuffling them a bit as he read them then nodded slightly.

"The blonde. I could smell it before she even walked in. I don't know if I've ever taught you the different scents of each species. She's another cat. Though a very rare one I'd think." Burt replied, not looking up from the papers.

Izaiah sighed, "Damn it. I should make sure..."

"Make sure what, Izaiah? That she doesn't use one of those boys as her own personal scratching post for the night? She's not our problem nor is she from here." Burt said, finally looking up at Izaiah.

Izaiah fumed slightly, unsure of what to do and sighed, "Your right, Burt."

He moved and walked out of the office, going back to the bar and getting some more beers for the group as he silently watched the other shifter. She laughed and talked with them but she still held back. He knew why and he felt a bit sorry for her. He wondered if she knew anyone else like them or if her family was like that. He smiled as she came up to the bar again.

"Another soda?" Izaiah asked.

"No, do you have a bathroom?" She asked.

"Down the hall and to the left." Izaiah said and went back to cleaning glasses.

He watched her as she went down to the bathroom then decided to see if he could corner her and find out some info. He moved silently away from the bar, as if to go and get more supplies then turned in the other hallway and came around the bathrooms from the other side. He listened patiently, making out that the girl was alone in there and pushed open the door silently.

He grinned as he looked at her eyes in the mirror.

"Hello." Izaiah said to Alaia.

"What do you want?" She asked; shutting off the sink and turning around, a soft growl escaping before it could be bit back.

Izaiah smiled and stalked up to her, his eyes flicking over her body. He moved around her and sniffed, smirking softly as she turned and tried to hit him but he had already stepped back.

"A little kitten has walked into my lair. I'd think a midnight snack would be in order." Izaiah said with a wicked smile on his face.

Alaia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, well, this kitten isn't pandering to your perverted desires here."

Izaiah laughed and moved in close, sniffing, "Maybe you could stay once your friends leave..."

She growled and whirled around, moving back, "And maybe you should be more respectful to a woman."

Izaiah pulled up and looked down at Alaia, smiling as he advanced quickly and grabbed both her wrists, holding her hands above her head and pushing her against the wall. He leaned down to nuzzle and sniff her scent more, growling softly. He shifted both her wrists into one hand and nipped her neck.

"I do respect women. I respect my own kind as well." He said, licking her neck lightly.

The answering growl and moan that came from Alaia made him grin as he nuzzled her ear. He shifted slightly and rubbed his thigh between her legs. She arched and rubbed herself against him, moaning and shivering slightly as she tilted her head to the side. He lifted his head and nuzzled her cheek.

"I've never been with another shifter." Izaiah said softly.

Alaia stopped moving abruptly, her eyes wide as she looked at him. A little bit of fear was in her eyes as he looked at her. He let her go but he kept his hands on either side of her head. She was panting lightly, shaking a little. Her hands were curled into fists.

"What's wrong?" Izaiah asked.

"I didn't know you were shifter." Alaia said as she looked down.

Izaiah pulled back and looked slightly shocked, dropping his hands and stepping back slightly. He watched Alaia as she leaned into the wall, shaking visibly.

"You...couldn't tell I was a shifter as well?" Izaiah asked, not looking at Alaia.

Alaia looked up and noticed that she had a chance to escape and she started sliding toward the door. Izaiah noticed and slammed his hand next to Alaia's head, growling softly at her.

"Not yet. Now tell me why you didn't know I was a shifter?" Izaiah asked; his eyes a dark blue as he searched her face.

Alaia looked away, "I thought the old man was just the shifter. He left as soon as we came in so I assumed he just didn't want to be around his own kind or something."

Izaiah sighed and shook his head, "He is a shifter as well, but so am I."

He let her go and looked into the mirror then back at Alaia, smiling softly. He caressed a lock of her blonde hair and leaned in to nuzzle. He dropped his hand from her hair and moved back.

"I'd enjoy getting to know another cat, but I bet your friends are wondering where you are. Go on. Take your friends and go." Izaiah said as he walked out of the bathroom.

Izaiah went to the storage room to get more cases of beer and came back to an empty bar. He nodded to himself and sighed again. Hopefully the night would stay boring now, he thought. He pulled out his sketch pad and looked over his drawings. He pulled up a new page and started work on a face he would probably never forget.

He heard a noise and the door opened. He looked up and saw Alaia walking back in, a small but seductive smile on her face. She sauntered up, her hips swaying as her hair swayed with the movement and he raised an eyebrow.

"Come back to kick my ass for earlier?" Izaiah asked; a grin on his face as he watched her.

Alaia stood on the bar step and leaned over the bar, her breasts dangerously close to busting out of her bra. Her smile was wide as she looked over him and licked her lips. She looked in his eyes, hers a dark blue with a hint of green as she wiggled her ass to get comfy on the bar.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a little service around here?" Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she grinned.

Izaiah laughed and came around the bar, moving the bar stool from behind her. He took her hips in his hands and leaned over her, rubbing against her ass. He nuzzled her neck and nipped her shoulder, growling softly.

"I think you might get more than you bargained for, little kitty." He said as he sat down on the barstool right next to his hips.

Alaia laughed softly and looked over her shoulder. She turned around and lifted herself up onto the bar top, grinning as she looked down at him. Izaiah reached up and spread her legs, smiling like a cat with a canary. He shifted onto the edge of the stool and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking up into Alaia's eyes.

"So, you've never been with another shifter before, Mr. Bartender?" Alaia asked as her arms went around his neck and she leaned down a bit to smile, showing a couple of wicked looking fangs.

Izaiah shrugged, "Nope, never met another shifter anywhere near my age nor were they female. And as much as I've heard from some of the elders, I don't hit for both sides."

Alaia laughed, her eyes closed as she leaned further down, rubbing her cheek against his as she smiled. Izaiah grinned and tugged her down onto his lap, leaning back a bit. He moved his hands down from her waist and cupped her ass, squeezing softly as he nuzzled her neck. He purred very softly and rubbed his cheek against the sensitive skin along her neck, a little bit of stubble on his face.

Alaia mewled and purred as well, shivering as he teased her neck. Her pussy started to drip with her wetness as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles, rubbing herself against him. His hands were kneading her ass as she wiggled a bit, listening to the sounds of her as she mewled and moaned softly. Izaiah growled as he lifted his head, smelling Burt coming back into the bar. He reluctantly shifted and unwrapped Alaia from him, smiling at her little pout as he settled her on the bar stool next to him.

Burt walked in and immediately rolled his eyes and looked over at the young shifters. He knew full well what they were up to and he wasn't about to let them probably destroy his bar with their antics. He moved cautiously towards them, knowing full well that it was the girl he had more to fear than Izaiah. Female cats, he thought as he sighed and pulled himself up to his full height as he approached them.

"Alright kiddies, time to close up. Ain't no one else comin' so I think it best to cut my losses for the night. Iza, I'll close the bar down then I'm going out for a long drive. You can stay here and watch over the place. Just use the basement, I'd prefer not to have claw marks and ripped up furniture when I come back, got it, children?"

Alaia turned so bright a red, for a moment she looked like she was about to blow up. Izaiah snorted and laughed, grinning sheepishly as he nodded.

"Yeah Boss, I got it. I also promise not to break any doors too." Izaiah said, grinning from ear to ear as he got up and grabbed Alaia's hand, tugging her with him.

Alaia waved as she was practically dragged out of the bar by Izaiah, still beet red from being caught making out like that. She looked down as she followed, feeling slightly clearer headed and thought that maybe she shouldn't be doing this. Izaiah pulled her into the living room and stopped, grinning.

"From here on out, we don't have to worry. Though I would like to know what kind of cat you are, just in case." He said as he sat down on the couch and pulled Alaia down to snuggle against him.

Alaia smiled and shifted, "I'm a Puma. We're extremely rare these days. Cougars, mountain lions, florida panthers, and a few other types; we're just not very plentiful. My own parents aren't even half, but because of the magick bloodlines we're all able to shift."

Izaiah nodded, listening quietly even as he nuzzled her neck. He smiled as she mewled when he bit her shoulder. His hand around her waist had moved up and brushed against the underside of her breast, eliciting little gasps and moans from her. He growled softly and nuzzled further up her neck as she squirmed a bit, rubbing against his thigh.

He groaned as he felt sharp, little claws digging into his thigh, dangerously close to his cock. He growled louder and grabbed her hand, moving it up to caress and stroke him through his pants. Her hand moved up and unbuckled his belt, flipping the button open and slowly sliding down the zipper on his pants, her mouth kissing and nipping along his jaw and down his neck. Izaiah jumped slightly as her nails dragged along the opening to his boxers, making him moan and growl. Her hand snaked into the opening of his boxers and wrapped around his hard dick, making him groan loudly.

"Now who was it that was claiming a midnight snack?" She asked, her voice sultry and sexy to his ears.

Izaiah grinned as he grabbed her hips and dragged her onto his lap, nuzzling the back of her neck through her hair. One of his hands moved up from her hips and up under her tank top to cup and squeeze a breast through a lacy bra. His other hand moved down to caress her through her pants. He curled his finger a bit, dragging it down from her clit to the rub into her pussy, biting her shoulder gently as she arched and rubbed against his hand. He purred a little as he listened to the mewls and moans, her body arching and rubbing against him.

"Does the little kitten want something good to eat?" Izaiah asked, purring and growling into her ear as he nipped and sucked on the lobe.

Alaia gasped and arched, nearly climaxing from all the sensations he was ringing from her as he teased her body. She moaned loudly as he rubbed his finger a bit faster, scraping it against her clit through her pants. She growled and would have stood up but he bit down on her shoulder hard, making her cry out as the pain melted into pleasure.

"Izaiah...please. Fuck me, this is totally evil." Alaia ground out as she squirmed and moaned in his grasp.

Izaiah laughed and lifted Alaia up, shoving her onto her knees on the couch and pushing her head down onto a pillow. He pulled his hand back and smacked her hard through her pants, growling in pleasure as she cried out and whimpered softly. He leaned forward over her and rubbed into her ass, reaching underneath and unbuttoning her pants then unzipping them. He bit her shoulder blade before straightening up and kneeling behind her on the couch. He shoved his pants and boxers down, stroking himself a few times.

Alaia lifted her head, her eyes nearly black they were so dark a blue as she watched him stroke his cock. She growled and moaned as she watched, wiggling her hips a bit to entice him. She squeaked when he let go of his cock and smacked her ass again.

"Behave, Kitten. You won't get to lick me if you do that." He growled out to her as he peeled her pants down, groaning at the sight of her black and cream lace thong.

He reached down and teased a finger along the opening to her pussy through the thong, smiling as she moaned and pushed back into his finger. He stood up and moved to sit in front of her on the couch, stroking himself again.

"Come here, little kitten. For listening so well you get to lick my dick." He said as he kept stroking himself.

Alaia crawled forward a bit, mewling as she licked her lips. She stayed on the couch, knowing if she did anything outside of his commands, they could easily get into a physical brawl before he finally fucked her. She leaned down a little and licked the tip of his cock, mewling as she tasted a little precum leaking out. She mewled again then took the head into her mouth, suckling softly on it as she flicked her tongue over the tip, closing her eyes and purring contentedly as he groaned and kept stroking himself slowly. His other hand moved to her hair, pulling the scrunchie out of her hair; the silky, golden mass falling down around her face and his lap. He gathered up her hair and fisted it as she sucked on his cock.

He was panting as he groaned loudly, his eyes fastened on the sight of Alaia sucking his cock. He could feel himself getting bigger and he yanked gently on her hair, pulling her head up. He smiled as he stopped stroking himself and ran his thumb over her full bottom lip.

"Ah, kitten, if you keep doing that, you'll have to live with just my mouth and tongue on that luscious little pussy of yours." He said as he watched her take his thumb into her mouth and nip it then suck on it.

He canted his head slightly then narrowed his eyes, "Alaia, we're both cats, so that means I could tentatively impregnate you if you're close to heat. When was your last heat?"

Alaia sat up as he let go of her hair and looked down, counting in her head, "Six weeks ago. Don't worry about getting me pregnant though, my kind is only fertile once or twice a year."

Izaiah groaned happily at that, reaching for Alaia and tugging her close. He licked her lips then nibbled on the bottom lip. He reached down and slipped a finger under her thong and into her pussy, marveling at how wet she was. He slid his finger in as deep as he could and pulled it back out, then he slipped two fingers into her, stretching her. He grinned wickedly as she writhed on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and caressed them across her lips before taking them into his own mouth and sucking on them. Alaia watched him, growling softly as he sucked on her juices coating his fingers.

"Get undressed now, kitten. I don't think I could wait much longer to fuck you." Izaiah ground out, growling loudly as he stood up and tugged his shirt off.

Alaia sat down and kicked off her flip flops, shoving her pants off shortly afterwards. She stood up and pulled her tank top off, standing there in her black and cream lacey bra and matching thong. Izaiah had already finished undressing and his eyes feasted on her still partially clothed body. He reached out and pulled her close, leaning his head to nuzzle her neck as his fingers dug into her hips. He purred as she rubbed her body against his, reaching her hands down to stroking him slowly.

Izaiah pulled back and moved behind Alaia, pushing her forward to kneel on the couch. He took both her hands and placed them on the back of couch then spread her legs, kneeling behind her on the edge of the couch. He took his cock into a hand and rubbed the head against her slit, having moved her thong aside already. He rubbed a little more then slowly pushed himself into her pussy, growling at the tightness of it.

Alaia cried out, her eyes wide as she arched back. Her pussy felt stuffed with Izaiah's dick, stretching her walls; making her mewl and moan. He pulled back out slowly, leaving just the head in as he bent forward over her, his hands on her hips to hold her still as he thrust forward hard. He started thrusting in and out of Alaia, growling and groaning and panting as he set up a hard and slow rhythm.

He bit Alaia's shoulder hard, growling loudly as he claimed her, thrusting harder and faster into her. Alaia was crying and moaning as her body shuddered hard, her nails digging into the back of the couch as she arched back, her pussy starting to convulse around his cock, signaling that her orgasm was close at hand. Izaiah thrust faster, pumping himself into her as he groaned loudly.

"Ah..fuck..Alaia..god...I'm going to cum."He growled out as he tightened his grip on her hips.

Alaia reared back slightly, her eyes wide and unfocused as she screamed. Her pussy convulsed and gripped Izaiah's cock as she orgasmed, her body trembling and shaking as she sobbed softly from the force of it. Izaiah growled loudly as he thrust hard a few more times before climaxing, his hot cum shooting straight into her womb as he hit her cervix.

Alaia was whimpering softly as she collapsed onto the back of the couch, Izaiah's arms wrapping around her waist and holding her tightly as laid his forehead on her shoulder, pumping every so often into her still contracting pussy. He would normally have done something to distract the girl at this point but he didn't feel the need to with Alaia, knowing she instinctively wouldn't pull off of him. He purred his pleasure, smiling as Alaia joined him with her very quiet and almost chirpy sounding purr.

Izaiah nuzzled her shoulder, licking where he bit her earlier, "Don't think we're finished so soon. This was just the first act of a very long night."

Alaia laughed then moaned as her walls contracted around him, "Good, I would have been disappointed if you had just taken your pleasure and shoved me out the door."

Izaiah grinned and pulled out of her soaking wet pussy. He was only slightly hard now and he felt it was safe to leave her warmth. He stood up and took her hand into his, tugging her off the couch and making sure she could stand. Alaia shook slightly as she stood but smiled warmly, looking up into Izaiah's bright blue eyes.

"We'll head down to the basement and that nice, big bed down there to enjoy the rest of the night." Izaiah said as he moved around the coffee table.

Alaia followed behind meekly, smiling as she got a very nice view of his ass. She walked down the stairs behind him as the descended down to the basement.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a very long night." Alaia said softly as they walked into the unlit basement.