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Newly minted Detective Duke Keys stood in the middle of the store as he stroked his chin, none of this made sense; the cash register sat as it sat when the store had closed, undisturbed, every penny accounted for. The only things missing were several boxes of jerky, two 12-packs of beer, several cartons of cigarettes, a two liter of soda, and a tub of ice cream. Normally this is sort of thing the detective would write off as some stoned hooligans look for a snack but someone, somehow, had disconnected all the security cameras before sneaking in. Stranger still there was no sign of forced entry, no broken windows, even the air vents were securely locked. He stroked his chin again, a habit he had picked up from watching to many crime dramas as a kid.

“Well, well if it isn’t, ‘Detective’ Keys,” a voice behind him said dripping in unrestrained sarcasm.

Detective Duke didn’t even turn around. “Sergeant Withers, what brings you to my crime scene?”

The burly, bald police sergeant shouldered past the smaller detective to stand directly in his line of sight. “I just wanted to see how the boy genius was doing on his first big case. Ya know, a corner store getting robbed.” Sergeant Withers was an imposing man, former Military Police, over six feet tall, hands strong enough to crush a man’s windpipe and potentially having done it before. In contrast, Detective Keys, the youngest detective in his state at 25 years old, a mere five foot six, he couldn’t help but be intimidated but he refused to let it show.

“I appreciate the concern, Sergeant,” Duke said as he pointedly looked to the other side of the store, “and as you know this is the seventh robbery with this MO in the past six weeks. It isn’t some simple smash and grab.”

The sergeant crossed his arms across his chest, his armored vest creaking in objection, “Oh yeah? You think its organized crime? Or the boogeyman?” The sergeant let out a chortle.

Detective Keys walked over to the far side of the store beside a narrow window, little larger than two feet by two feet, and high above the ground. “No, not organized crime… but…” the detective reached out and brushed his fingers along the window sill where in the wood were faint, fresh scratches, like someone or something had pulled themselves up and out of the store. “But boogeyman might not be too far off…”

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The detective sat at his desk, a messy tower of paper and files teetered on the edge, as he spread out a map where he placed a red dot for each burglary or strange sighting. The range of incidents circled a run-down former warehouse and industrial district that now housed little more than storage, a few artists’ lofts, and a factory that produced some nebulous industrial goods. The area was buffeted on one side by a small river, the languid slimy water long an illegal dumping ground, a freeway, and little else.

None of the sites that were hit seemed like crimes for the sake of crimes but more crimes of a strange bid at survival and comfort. Detective Keys wondered if it was some community of squatters who had hidden themselves in an old factory or empty building, that felt like a convenient possibility but did not explain the unusual sophistication of the crimes. Duke looked over a blurry still from the convenience store video camera before it was disconnected. There wasn’t much to it, just a grey streak of something dashing past the camera. Duke frowned at the image as he turned it one way and then the other. “What the fuck is this?” he muttered to no one recalling that a homeless man sleeping in a nearby alley claimed he saw a bear or a very large dog or maybe a lion but Duke suspected the only thing he had seen recently was the bottom of a bottle. Regardless, the blur was not big enough for a bear.

Suddenly Sergeant Withers sat on the corner of Detective Keys desk sending several of his pages of notes cascading unceremoniously off the side. “I heard you got a hot lead?” the goliath chuckled, “What was it your ‘eye-witness’ saw? Two bears and a horse? Or did he also see your ‘boogeyman’?”

“He saw something and so did the camera,” Duke said as he flicked the camera still at the hulking cop.

Withers swatted the picture aside, “oh yeah, a gray blob. Ya know, I think I got a guy in lockup, claims he was attacked by a blob. Maybe he knows something for ya? He also thinks he’s the president and the pope. Seems your type, kiddo,” Withers said as he pushed himself off the desk knocking a mug to the floor with a crash. “Oops, well now it’s like your case. Pieces of garbage,” the sergeant said and gave Duke a hearty slap on the back as he stalked away. “Good luck putting either together.”

The picture, cast aside on the floor, sat in a shaft of light the mid-day sun bleaching out most of the image which highlighted a new detail, a strange line along the far edge. “Is that a tail?” Detective Keys muttered as he bent down and picked up the blurry photo. Tilting it into the light, he furrowed his brow. None of this made sense.

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The sun had begun to set causing the shadows among the alleys and delict warehouses to dance and stretch in playful but sinister ways. Duke walked along one of the poorly maintained access roads trying to ignore the stink of urine, trash, and old rainwater that permeated the area. It was mostly empty in these back corners, the odd bum or raccoon were among the only company he had as he peaked into each abandoned, or near abandoned building as he walked. The Detective wasn’t sure what he was looking for but all his evidence hinted that someone, or something, was hiding in these warehouses and sneaking out for junk food, cigarettes, and booze.

Duke stood on his toes to peer between the old, moldy boards that covered a warehouse window, squinting in the dim, rapidly fading light. A few old barrels, some dirty pallets, and nothing else. He sighed as he continued past fresh graffiti that just said “Suk it bitchs”. Eloquent, he thought, not even spelled right. The Detective’s thoughts wandered as he walked, frustrated that such a seemingly simple case was proving so challenging and that despite his efforts the break-ins continued. The other night the only grocery store for miles had been hit, though at least this time the vandal had taken some fruit, bread, and meat instead of just junk food.

“Now they’ll be a well-nourished perp,” Duke cursed under his breath as he came up to the old chemical warehouse. The boarded-up door still held onto the faded sign that cried “DANGEROUS CHEMICALS: DO NOT ENTER”. The Detective hesitated as he looked at the warning. He hadn’t given this place much thought, after all, a decade ago it had been the site of a chemical dump and few dared go near, but he found himself thinking that might be the very mentality his perp had as well. He scratched his chin, five-o-clock stubble rasping in his hand.

It was too good an idea to pass on so Detective Duke followed the side of the old warehouse looking for any signs of entry. It was an old building, nearly entirely brick and the only windows were twenty feet up. The few doors were sealed shut, boards, chains, and locks all in place with the warning decals still firmly attached. Duke’s boots thumped on the concrete ground as he circled the building, the dull noise echoing in the encroaching night. He circled the building twice, once for the obvious, and the second to look for anything hidden from sight. Maybe there was a ladder stashed nearby or a dumpster one could use to get higher to reach a window…

Duke began a meticulous search forcing himself to rummage through nearby piles of garbage and refuse. Nothing. Then, more nothing. Then, still nothing. The Detective scowled into the dark. Another dead end… then he heard it. It was faint. A scrapping sound. Maybe it was a raccoon or stray dog? Maybe it was his perp. Duke let his hand fall to the reassuring weight of his pistol as he froze in place.

He heard it again, a faint scrape and click. Then the clang of metal. Duke’s gaze turned up as he followed the noise of the rhythmic metal clanging as it rose. Then it struck him. The perp was hiding in the old chemical warehouse but they were getting in from the roof! The warehouse beside him had an old fire escape. The perp must have been climbing it and then… Duke stopped. Jumping? He glanced between the buildings. They were over 20’ apart, for someone to make that jump they would have to an Olympian class athlete. Maybe, the Detective mused as he searched the gap of sky between the buildings, they had a ramp?

The Detective gapped as suddenly someone… or something… leapt from the roof of the old buildings to his warehouse. In the low light Duke couldn’t make out much just a human shape form carrying what look like a bag and behind them a long, thin… tail?

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“Your boogeyman is a cat?” came the all too familiar voice from behind the young detective.

“No,” Duke snarled into his coffee, his eyes firmly on the computer screen before him flipping past pictures of silhouettes of various animals. He had wasted several hours this morning on the phone with every zoo asking if they had lost any animals, then movie studios checking to see if they were filming movies, then finally the local universities. The last university, Freeman University, referred him to a biology professor who shared several animal pictures. Duke knew it was pointless, he knew what he saw was no animal but he had no other lead.

“Do you think it’s Batman? Maybe Catwoman!” Sergeant Withers continued. “I know a guy with a really ugly dog. Should I call him?”

Duke tried to ignore the burly sergeant as he continued listing factious explanations.

“Could be swamp gas, or a low flying weather balloon. I know a guy that lives in a van who is an expert on those. And UFOs. I can give him your number.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m just fucking with ya,” Withers replied with a playful slap to Duke’s back making his coffee spill into his lap. “But seriously, maybe you should just give this one up? I can ask the firefighters if there is a cat stuck in a tree somewhere. That might be more your speed.”

“Fuck off,” Duke replied dabbing at his coffee-stained shirt without looking up as he heard the meathead officer walk away and his email pinged him with a new message. With a cross expression he glanced at the new email. It simply read You are in danger. Stop looking. The email from a gibberish email account that somehow did not get caught be their spam filters.

Duke glanced behind him to look for the Sergeant, confident he would see him pointing and laughing but much to his surprise the sergeant was nowhere to be seen. He turned back to his computer and frowned deeper. He was close to something and tonight, he would get it.

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The Detective parked his personal car a few blocks away to avoid drawing attention, his cop car would have stuck out like a sore thumb here even in the dark of night. He slipped out of his car as quietly as he could, his running shoes proving to be much quieter than his work boots. Dressed in casual civilian clothes, Duke hoped to just blend in: a blue t-shirt, gray hoodie, cargo shorts, and running shoes combined with his youthful face made him look like a college kid looking to score drugs and nothing more. Just what he wanted, Duke thought, as he slipped his pistol into the holster under his hoodie.

Duke popped the trunk and pulled out a collapsible ladder he had bought at the hardware store as he drove over. He tucked the receipt into his pocket with the faint hope of returning it after this was over as he felt the cold metal under his arm. He grabbed a flashlight and began to walk back to the old chemical warehouse as casually as he could manage. The young man’s fervent glances belied his paranoia but in this area that merely helped his “college kid looking to score” vibe.

Duke could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he approached the old warehouse. This was a stupid idea, his brain screamed at him, best case he found nothing but asbestos, worst case he found a drugged-up psycho and would be murdered where no one would ever find him. He swallowed hard and pushed those thoughts down as he rounded to the side of the warehouse to a window that sat cracked open after years of neglect.

The collapsible ladder made a metallic hiss as he stretched it out and leaned it as quietly against the wall as possible and he began to ascend it, slowly and methodically. Step by step he climbed until he got to an old, filthy slightly ajar window. Duke slipped one hand under the protruding lip and pried it open gently, the rusty metal creaked in protest making him wince, its groan echoing into the cold night like the protest of an angry old man. Duke winced at the noise and froze, listening for any response. The silence stretched on for an eternity before the Detective decided it was safe to keep moving and slipped through the window.

Duke lowered himself carefully down onto an old neglected catwalk and crouched down, mentally counting out one minute to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He did not dare use his flashlight so he had to content himself with the wet, silverly light from the moon as it drifted through the dirty glass. Carefully Duke drew his pistol and held it close to his body as he began his sweep. Before he came, he had found some old blueprints of the disused warehouse, so he knew the basic layout. There was this catwalk that made a ring around the top, mostly to clean the windows he assumed, and below was the open warehouse floor, the back right of the building had the offices, restroom, and the former breakroom. If the perp was hiding somewhere, Duke guessed it was there.

He moved slowly, deliberately across the catwalk and down to the former offices, his eyes and ears peeled, his pistol at the ready. Even the tiniest sound echoed painfully in the empty shell of a building. Duke crept closer to the former office door that sat slightly askew, age and neglect shifting the door slightly out of place so that the detective suspected it would never latch closed again. He peeked into the dark, but he couldn’t make out anything. As he moved deeper into the building what little light filtered in from the moon and streetlights faded leaving Duke increasingly vulnerable.

Detective Duke pushed the door open carefully, his heart pounding at the risk of the rusty hinges screeching and revealing his presence but despite his fears the decrepit door obliged and opened silently granting him access to the yawning darkness beyond. Duke hesitated, his pistol pointed into the silent void, his instincts said something was wrong. His heart was racing, and an atavistic fear was building in him shouting that this was too dangerous, he was vulnerable, he was alone. One crazy junkie with a knife and he could die in an instant.

Duke swallowed hard, forcing down his fear as he stepped forward the black swallowing up his foot like a hungry entity waiting for him. Step by tiny step Duke inched forward using what little light he could to scan the room as he swept his pistol back and forth. He could see nothing, but his nose picked up a strange scent. He sniffed once to take in the odor letting it flow over his tongue and through his nose. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth it smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke, exactly what his perp was stealing yet something else lingered below those scents. There was something primal about it, at first Duke thought it was simply body odor, but this was different somehow, more animalistic.

Feeling a surge of confidence at his discovery Duke took a quick, few steps into the room and dropped his left hand to get out his cellphone to call in his find. With one hand fumbling in his pocket Duke, unknowingly, had left himself vulnerable and suddenly he heard a skittering sound close the distance from the left of him. Duke attempted the wheel his gun into position with a yelp of “Freeze!”

From the all-encompassing darkness came two red dots that glittered with rage accompanied by a hissing squeak. Duke felt something strike the wrist of his right hand painfully causing him to lose his grip on his pistol, the gun tumbled to the floor with a clatter and vanished into the darkness. Duke had no time to respond to the loss of his firearm as he felt an elbow slam into his solar plexus causing all the air to rush from his lungs. He let out a ragged gasp as the who or whatever continued its assault and Duke’s legs were swept out from under him causing him to tip backwards and fall to the hard concrete floor. Unable to brace himself the detective’s head struck the concrete hard and his vision swam.

As unconsciousness overcame him Duke was granted a brief glimpse of his assailant as a they stepped forward into a thin line of moonlight. The detective managed a strangled and confused gasp of “rat?” as he slid into oblivion.

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Duke’s mind struggled back to wakefulness. The detective’s head throbbed in angry thrusts of pain as he shook it to try to regain his senses. It was dark, the barest slip of light filtering in behind him letting him see that he was in a nondescript concrete room. Duke scowled as he shivered, suddenly aware that he had been stripped of all his clothing but his boxers, his pale skin visible in the low light. Additionally, Duke noted that his arms were handcuffed, likely with his own handcuffs, behind him and around a metal pole that ran up to the ceiling. He was trapped.

He took a deep breath, letting the air come in his nose and out his mouth to fight down the rising panic and in doing so he picked up the odd scent again. Animal and cigarette smoke?

A voice behind him chuffed before speaking, it was a feminine voice but with a strange accent. Like a Russian tried to explain to German how to speak like an American. “De-tect-ive?” it asked.

“Yes, I’m a Detective,” Duke said, as he squirmed to rotate around the pole to see who was speaking. “I’m a police office. I can help you if you are in trouble.”

The voice chuffed again. “Yes, yes… good…” came the reply.

Duke managed to turn enough that he could see over his shoulder now and deeper into the room. In the dim lighting he could make out no details but he could see a figure standing beside a table, they were tall and feminine but something was… wrong. Light from the red ember of their cigarette illuminated long thin fingers that ended in claw-like nails and as the female raised it to her lips and drew on it, the flare of the ashy tip revealed a rodent like muzzle with whiskers, dark gray fur, and a pink nose. One red eye looked at him from the side of the creature’s head, its brow quirked curiously, as a large rat-like ear turned towards the human, onyx black human-like hair cascading down her back in a satin wave.

The feminine form was clad in what appeared to be a partially unzipped dark blue, formfitting jumpsuit that hugged the flow of her body. Black fur protruded from the suit where the human would have expected skin, the curves of her breasts visible before tracing down a toned midsection to a narrow waist and long legs. Her ankles turned backwards and ended in rodent-like feet, dexterous toes ending in sharp nails, and behind her snapped a long, pink tail.

Duke openly gaped. Was this just part of the head trauma? This couldn’t be real, he thought, as the creature turned to face him. The female’s head was more rat than human yet in those red, beady eyes Duke saw a dangerous intellect. “What… who are you?” Duke asked, his voice nearly cracking.

The creature’s ear twitched in his direction, the strange, inhuman head turning towards him as it spoke haltingly as though its own anatomy fought against it. “I am desig-nation Se-k-ret Proj-ect 34, Aspec-ial Oper-ations,” she replied, the words struggling to escape her muzzle. “You, De-tect-tive, may call me Se-k-ret.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Duke said, shaking his head to clear his mind and pulled against his cuffs to confirm they were real. “Secret Project 34? Special Operations?”

The rodent woman chittered. “Yes,” she replied matter-of-factly.

“But… then are you… military? CIA? FBI?” Duke asked as he tried to make sense of this blatantly ridiculous information. “Are you here to kill me?”

The rat woman’s beady eyes settled on the human with an intensity that made the detective swallow hard. “I do not know. And no… unless I must.”

“Were you… human… once?”

“No,” came the flat reply, “I have always been Se-k-ret.”

“Are you the only one?” Duke asked.

The air feels still for a long moment. “No - but I am the - escape.”

“Escaped?”

“Yes,” came the terse reply, “is why I am here. Is why I keep De-tec-tive. We must free them.”

“We?…” Duke started before changing his mind, “how can I help?”

The rat woman’s eyes remained fixed on the captive human, the intelligent light in them burning into his own eyes as a small smile crept along her muzzle, exposing her sharp, rodent teeth that glittering the low light.

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It was difficult to tell how long passed but Duke estimated half an hour based on the slow creep of light. Sekret explained, haltingly, that about thirty miles north was a secret facility where she was created though she did not know by who. Others of her kind of a variety of species lived there as well and were seemingly being trained for military operations though to what end, she did not know. Most were soldiers buts others were technicians, mechanics, even scientists, and a select few, like her, trained in infiltration and espionage.

Sekret explained that she was raised in the facility until three months ago when she escaped. Detective Duke pressed on her escape but Sekret avoided any details. Duke surmised that meant that her escape was not bloodless.

“But,” Duke asked, “what would you and your companions do if I helped you escape?”

The rat woman drew from her cigarette, at least her third during their conversation, her gaze still on the captive human. A mirthful tone creeping in, “live and… be free…”

“But where would you do that?” Duke pressed, “if what you have said is true then you would be hunted but people of considerable means.”

Sekret scratched her chin with one clawed finger before gesturing vaguely north, “There are place few live. We go there. Far north.” She strode towards the human as she spoke, her voice carrying a hopeful tone that Duke had not heard before, “We are resource-ful, we are sur-vivors. We can build. We can hunt. We dis-appear.”

The young detective fell silent as he pondered his situation. His academy training had thought him to listen closely to look for details that change, errors, lies, and falsehood but her tale had been consistent. Detective Duke wanted to disbelieve it; the very idea was farcical but the proof stood before him.

“If I help you…” he asked, “How do I know I can trust you?”

Sekret’s long, graceful legs devoured the space between them in a few strides. Suddenly the rat woman stood mere inches in front of Duke, the difference in their height thrust into contrast as the human only came up to her shoulders, her presence forcing him back against the bar that restrained him.

This close, Duke could make out even more details of the creature; the faint outline of abdominal muscles through her fur, toned arms and legs, the soft curve of her breasts under the thin jumpsuit fabric left little to the imagination. The rodent chittered, her tail lashing reflexively in reply to the human’s query, her gaze curious as a mischievous smile pricked at the corners of her rodent muzzle. The whiskers protruding from her muzzle twitched as the rat woman sniffed the air between them.

Duke felt a furred paw slip down his side tickling his exposed skin and quicky descend on top of his boxers, the human’s only remaining garment and last bit of decency. Long, agile fingers slipped under the bulge of his manhood through his boxers and cupped him gently. Duke gasped in surprise and as he did the rodent woman leaned forward, tilting her head and pressed her lips against the human’s in a surprise kiss. The female’s whiskers tickled the human’s face as he felt her smooth tongue slip past his lips and teeth.

Sekret’s left hand slide behind the human’s head, lacing in his hair, and held him in place for the sudden sensual assault. The creature’s right hand massaged his cock causing the human to rapidly harden as her fingers rolled and squeezed his balls with startling expertise. The rodent’s probing tongue and lips were affectionate and erotic, her hot breath mixing with his own. The sensation of Sekret’s soft fur on his exposed skin made Duke shudder in pleasure.

Sekret held the human’s head and their kiss for several more seconds before pulling back, the human gasping for breath. A strange scent seemed to be coming from her body that filtered into the human’s nose and sank deep into his lungs. Each breath Duke took carried a heat to it that stirred something in him, a sudden sensitivity and need that was heightened by the delicate hand that continued their gentle assault on his cock and balls.

Duke’s head felt cottony as he took another breath through his nose and out his mouth to try to regain his focus but each breath let in more of the musky, hot scent and seemed to just make it worse. The rat woman leaned in again, her fingers entangled in the human’s hair as she aggressively kissed him. Despite the awkwardness of rodent muzzle on human lips, Duke found himself kissing back this time, his own tongue fighting back against the slippery invader. A small moan escaping his lips into Sekret’s mouth as her right hand slipped over the waistband of the human’s boxers to caressed his erect penis without restriction.

The detective couldn’t explain it but for some reason he could not find the will to resist as Sekret kissed him, her fingers intwined in his hair merely ensuring that he couldn’t have even if he wanted. The feeling of her lips on his skin, her whiskers brushing has face, as she held him still and enjoyed herself thrilled Duke in a way that he did not fully understand. The rat woman’s lips moved to his neck where she kissed the human aggressively, her teeth gently nipping and tugging at this soft skin, her sharp incisors capable of terrible harm but turned to his pleasure. Simultaiously, her right hand continued to caress his erection, her soft paw fur and dexterous fingers causing sparks of pleasure to run along his shaft.

Duke’s hands were still cuffed behind him there was nothing he could have done to resist the blissful assault had he even wanted to. Sekret’s rough kisses and bites on his neck left pleasurable marks while her hand stroked the human dangerously close to his edge before slipping back down his shaft to squeeze his balls, her nails bit slightly into the sensitive skin and halting any premature climax. “Ahhh,” Duke gasped as he squirmed in a confused mix of pleasure, pain, and a growing, needful obedience.

Sekret released his head from her grip and knelt before the young human. Duke’s eyes going wide as he watched the tall female’s eyes fixate on her target; her nose twitching as her muzzle brushed Duke’s erection smearing a bead of pre down him. The Detective’s back jerked straight as he felt the rat woman press her nose into his testicles and take a deep sniff while her left paw played along his cock.

“Yessss,” Sekret hissed in reply, her long fingered hand gliding eagerly along his erect shaft, her eyes looking into Duke’s, as she gently took one testicle in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Duke writhed in place, unable to do anything but moan as the rodent tickled his shaft with her paws and tugged and suckled on his balls teasingly, taking the human as she pleased.

“Please…” Duke wheezed helplessly, his cock jerking spasmodically under the unfamiliar but very welcome attention. “Please… I can’t take much more…”

If Sekret heard him, she did not acknowledge his protests but continued her delicate ministrations, the periodic squeak of enjoyment escaping her as she played with his testicles a minute more before she began to lick and mouth the base of his shaft. Agonizingly slowly, she licked and mouthed her way up his erect penis until she brought her muzzle to the tip of his rock-hard cock. Sekret, careful to avoid her sharp teeth, slipped the human’s erection into her waiting mouth, her silky, long tongue teasingly sliding along the human’s already painful sensitive and swollen shaft. Her clawed hands held Duke by root of his cock as she eagerly suckled on him.

The sudden plunge into her hot, wet muzzle was too much for the already over-stimulated human and after a few seconds he loudly groaned and jerked against the handcuffs, the sounds echoing in the mostly empty room. Duke’s hips jerked as he came into Sekret’s waiting mouth, her muzzle prepared to capture his seed which she slurped down hungrily. Her tongue licked along his shaft coaxing out any remaining cum before she let it slip free.

Duke was shivering from the exertion of his climax as Sekret stood back up, the dark gray fur on her muzzle spattered with stray flecks of pre and cum which she wiped away causally with her forearm. Her beady red eyes, alight with a lusty fire, connected with the human’s her intent clear: they were not done, not even close. Sekret’s lithe form pressed against the captive detective, her soft breasts pressing into his bare chest as she churred in pleasure, caused the lusty fires in the young detective to roar back to life. The smell of his own cum on her breath as her skillful fingers teased over his sides and belly.

“Please uncuff me,” he begged, his erection already starting to return. Duke wasn’t sure why but there was a strange desperation in his voice. “I want to eat you out and fuck you,” he said shocked at how readily he said it and how earnestly he meant it.

Sekret’s red eyes glimmered in the low light as she kissed the human lightly on the lips, her left hand slipping into her jumpsuit and drawing forth the keys, “Good boy,” she cooed into his ear as she ran her hand down his arm to his restrained wrists. With a quick motion the cuffs feel to the ground with a clatter

Finally free, Duke’s arm rushed to wrap around the strange, rodent woman’s waist catching her up in an embrace and pulling her tight against him. He could feel every inch of her exposed fur against his skin and he craved more. With Sekret in his arms he kissed her neck and her exposed shoulders as he leaned forward to bear them both to the dirty warehouse floor. The rodent woman let the human guide her to the ground where she lay on her back, her beady, rodent eyes watching with great interest as Duke tore his now stained boxers aside and threw them across the room hastily, letting his again agonizingly erect cock bounce unceremoniously in the air.

The detective’s lips worked down Sekret’s gray furred shoulders and across her chest, savoring the sensation of her soft fur covering her firm flesh. He kissed her body, following the V of the zippered jumpsuit until her reach the peak above her navel. Pausing his assault of kiss, Duke reached up and gently tugged the zipper of her jumpsuit and listened excitedly to the zzzzzt of the metal teeth separating, each one exposing a tiny bit more of the object of his uncontrollable desire. Finally, fully exposed Duke’s eyes feasted on Sekret’s body. It was lean and tight and reminded Duke of a professional runners, the open bodysuit exposed her perky, small breasts each supple orb topped by a dark fleshed nipple.

The now open V of the unzipped jumpsuit drew the human’s attention lower. Sekret’s six-pack shamed the young human’s and below her cute navel her fur had a ruffled furry line of darker hair that served to guide the explorative human toward his ultimate prize. The jumpsuit fully unzipped Sekret easily writhed free, her long, toned legs and arms sensuously escaped before sliding teasingly along the nude human’ nude body in a coy invitation. Proceed, she said without speaking.

Hungrily, Duke turned his gaze to Sekret’s womanhood; a dark cleft that glistened with moisture between two well-muscled thighs, the fur around her slit matted with her arousal. Duke licked his lips unconsciously in anticipation. “You are so beautiful, I… I… don’t know what to say,” he said as he looked up and back down the supine rodent. The human’s brain struggled against his feral, lascivious needs and the rational voice that objected which grew quieter with every passing second.

Sekret chittered in reply, the noise somehow conveying both approval and encouragement. She spread her legs, letting her long fingers caress only her black fleshed lips. The message was clear.

Taking his queue, Duke leaned forward and pressed his face between Sekret’s firm thighs, his lips wrapped angrily around her already slick pussy, his tongue slid coyly along her dark flesh and darted inside with needy urgency. Each pass of his tongue along, over, and inside her elicited a squeak of pleasure from Sekret, her hands coming to rest on the top of Duke’s head as her thighs pressed in around him. Her grip about the human’s head was dominate yet affirming, guiding, and encouraging Duke on.

Sekret chittered, “Yes, good mate. Again!” as her thighs pressed around his head and her clawed hand shoved his face into her pussy.

Though she could not see it, Duke smiled as he drove his tongue against the rat woman’s swollen clit this time. He felt the long nails on her fingers dig into his scalp reflexively as she tensed from the sensation. Duke reveled in the press of her firm flesh against his tongue, her bodily fluids were sharp in his mouth yet he found himself craving more. Sekret’s hand on the human’s head guided his face against the desired spot.

“Again” the female growled and Duke instantly complied. “Aaaahhh… HARDER!”, she hissed as her long fingers entwined in the human’s hair, her tail lashing below her.

Duke let the tugs on his scalp and the pressure from Sekret’s thighs lead him. He wrapped his mouth around her clitoris and gently sucked on it, letting suction tug on the rodent’s sensitive pearl. He felt Sekret’s whole body go rigid for a moment before she began to squirm and writhe in ecstasy, her womanhood soaked with a combination of saliva and genital fluids. The human did it again and again. Duke pressed his tongue against her clit as he did so, forcing the rat woman to endure as much stimulation as he could muster.

Sekret’s hissed and Duke could feel it as her body shivered in pleasure, her grip on the human’s hair tightened, her strong thighs spasmed as Duke felt her climax and he tasted the rush of fluids. The gasping squeak of pleasure that escaped the rat woman’s lips left Duke with a sense of pride as he felt her grip slowly release his head as she rode the wave of her climax, her tail slowing from a manic thrash to a placid twitch.

Duke took the quiet moment to pull himself up and over her. The human placed his hands on each side of the rodent’s shoulders and leaned down. Sekret met him in an intimate kiss, her tongue licked against his lips as she lapped her own juices from his face.

Unable to wait any longer, Duke reached down and took his erection in his hand and lined it up with Sekret’s already soaking crotch and inched himself forward. The aroused rodent woman’s body yielded eagerly, letting the human’s penis slip inside. Duke let out a low bestial moan as he felt the hot, silky tunnel wrap around his cock. Sekret’s legs slipped around his own, her ankles hooking behind his calves locking him in place and again asserting her control.

“Mate. Now,” Sekret stated, both an ask and a demand as her arms slipped with serpent-like grace behind the human’s neck, leaving the human fully wrapped in her long, sensuous limbs which gripped him greedily. The smaller human entombed in toned flesh and teasing fur.

Duke could only bring himself to grunt in reply as he thrust his hips forward, feeling her soft body give way as he entered her. Inch by pleasurable inch he slipped forward, letting their bodies become accustom to each other. When he hesitated, he felt Sekret clench around his shaft, demanding more. Obligingly Duke leveraged his hips forward until he felt his balls tap against her, well endowed, the human had never felt like a woman’s body was so… perfect… for him. Sekret’s pussy engulfed him as tightly as her limbs grasped him, a carnal prison he never wanted to escape from.

There was no elegance to what came next. The rat woman had demanded a mating and Duke succumbed, letting his basest instincts take control. The human like a stag in rut: his hips pounded an angry rhythm, the wet sounds of sex mixing with the pair’s feral noises as Duke fucked Sekret.

Thrusting hard and deep Duke was determined to fill her. No part of him actively thought about what he was doing, he simply acted. The bestial need to fuck and breed this female was all he could feel. His loins burned with a heat that was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, overwhelmed from the sensuous sensations of warm, firm body, fur, and tight pussy.

Duke’s rough breeding was guided by the strong arms and legs which pulled and corralled him. Sekret’s squeaks and churrs of pleasure echoed in his ear as he indulged himself. The detective could feel her soft breasts pressed into his chest in contrast to the sharp nails that dug into his back when he found the right spot. The rat woman’s long tail lashed like a serpent beneath them, its undulations matching the human’s staccato thrusts.

Hot liquid pooled beneath them as their sexual fluids comingled. Someday it would become just another unexplained stain on an abandoned floor but today it was a messy testament to their bonding. More permeant that the pleasured yelps and moans that echoed in the empty space.

Duke’s hips burned as he fucked. Sekret’s womanhood gripped tightly, her athleticism extended to even her inner muscles it seemed. The silky friction and squeezing caused heated pleasure to radiate through his body. Duke could feel himself building up, his balls eager to release their load and quench the fire that was consuming him. Sekret’s hand moved back to his head and guided him in for another kiss, her thin rodent lips tickling his own before breaking off to slip her rodent muzzle alongside his ear.

“You are near,” she whispered to him, her muzzle against his ear. “Yes, give me.”

“Yes…” Duke panted, “yes…” the whispered words nearly causing him to lose control instantly but with difficulty he restrained himself, wanting to savor every moment.

The human male slowed his thrusts, taking in a few long breaths to replenish his energy. The air he sucked in stank of animal, sweat, and sex. Duke smiled as he shifted his weight, letting his weight press against Sekret as he thrust himself forward, determined to sink his manhood as deep as possible. Determined to take every inch of the beautiful rat woman he could. He wanted, no needed, to be buried inside her when he came.

Sekret let out a surprised, pleasured squeak as Duke hilted himself, his balls jerked against her crotch as the human erupted. Duke let out a throaty groan of both orgasmic pleasure and victory as he exploded in climax. His cock jerked and spasmed deep inside the rat woman’s tight body as he filled her with his seed. Sekret’s limbs and pussy tightened around him, her body greeted the young man’s climax with her own, her pussy tightening and squeezing the human’s cock like she was determined to ensure capture of every drop of Duke’s cum.

Together they rode the wave of Duke’s orgasm as he ejaculated, Sekret holding him tight through his lingering smaller loads before finally, with a sigh, Duke collapsed in Sekret’s arms, fully spent.

Churring affectionately, the rodent woman stroked Duke’s head and ran her fingers down his back, her legs released him and the human’s head slumped on to her chest. Sekret rested her chin on the human’s head. Duke was exhausted and the sensation of soft fur and gentle caress was too much for him in his weakened state. He found himself drifting to sleep to the sounds of Sekret’s sweet noises and her whispering to the spent human, “Yes, you are mine now…”

Duke awoke a short time later, still lying on the jumpsuit but no longer on top of the rodent woman. Bleary, and dehydrated, he sat up.

“Awake? Good,” came the reply behind him.

Duke sat up and caught the sight of her silhouette in the nearly midday sun. His heart leapt in his throat. Had she always been so beautiful? Her slender, tall body. Her dark gray fur. The way her hips cocked as she stood, her tail swaying behind her. The gap between her tights that allowed his eyes to play off her inviting mound. The human smile dumbly, like a teenager in love, as he struggled to focus while his eyes ravenously traced her curves.

Sekret smiled, her sharp teeth glittered in the light. “Good, good. Come. We go,” she said as she threw the detectives smelly clothes at him in a ball.

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“Long night?” came the expected retort as Duke ducked into the Station, several hours late.

“Shut up, Withers,” Duke growled as the Sergeant watched him.

“Did you catch your boogeyman? Or just a random hook-up? I hope she didn’t rip you off. Assuming it WAS a she!” Withers roared in laughter as he poked at the large hickey on Duke’s neck.

Duke waved away the Sergeant and fumed at his desk, determined trying to act normal. “Do you not have your own things to do?” Duke snapped back with more heat than he meant, one hand drifting to his neck.

“The cat has claws! Rawr,” Withers replied with a mockingly feigned swipe of his hands. “Well, don’t worry, Boy Wonder, no one actually expects you to crack such a tough case.” His voice dripping in sarcasm.

Duke ground his teeth. “I’ll have you know…” he started before catching himself. He took a deep breath. “Never mind, I have things to do,” he fumed as he turned to his computer and typed in his password. He needed to do some research, oafish sergeant or not. Typing quickly, Duke did not notice the furrowed brow and dark expression that fell over Sergeant Withers as he walked away without further comment.

Finally alone Duke began filling out his report explaining that there was nothing significant about the string of robberies. They had, he explained, been committed by a group of unruly teenagers. They simply wanted some free stuff and thought it was a victimless crime. Duke claimed that he spoke to them and their parents who assured him this would never happen again. Given the age and lack of substantial harm, he did not book them and let them off with a stern warning, his report claimed.

The case closed; Duke quickly turned to other matters. Sekret had asked him to research the location to the where she had fled from: any records, public or private, he could get. He also filled out the required forms to requisition an assortment of equipment. Rounds for his pistol, rifle, and shotgun. For target practice, he claimed. An extra Kevlar vest. Handcuffs. Binoculars. Surveillance equipment. He explained that given the difficulty of his first case, he realized he needed to be better prepared. Surely with the right gear he could have solved things faster, right? The quartermaster seemed content enough with the argument.

The site that Sekret was from was owned by a shell company of a shell company of a shell company of a shell company and was not on any real maps expect for some utility maps. Power, water, sewer all ran to this supposedly abandoned lot north of the city. Based on the layout of the utilities, Duke felt he could make an educated guess of where the way in was. Sekret would like that.

Nose down, Duke collected his things. With a binder under his right arm and a duffle bag of supplies and ammo in his left hand he scurried to his car. The sun was setting rapidly and the long shadows reminded him fondly of last night. He hurried to his car and began loading everything when he felt a hand grip his left shoulder.

“You’ve been acting weird all day,” came Sergeant Withers’ voice from behind the Detective. “You found something…” he started.

Duke slammed the trunk shut. “Do you have nothing better to do?” he snapped. Shit, he thought.

Withers pulled on Duke’s shoulder turning him to face the Sergeant. His bald head and sun wrinkled face glowered with an intensity that was unlike his usual ribbing. “You need to drop this,” Withers pronounced.

Detective Duke swallowed. “Drop what?”

“You heard me. Take all that stuff out of trunk. Set it down and go back inside. Forget any you think you know and we’ll clean this up,” Withers replied, his voice stern, a fringe of menace.

Duke looked Withers in the eyes. The two dark pools looking back at him were ominous. “I… I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Withers massive hand darted forward and grabbed the detective by the chin, Withers turned Duke’s head to expose the bruise on his neck. “One of them did this, didn’t they?” Withers asked.

A bead of sweat formed on Duke’s forehead, his mouth went dry. “What are you talking about? I just had a date,” he protested.

“Fuck. You’ve been pheromoned,” Withers pronounced matter-of-factly. “You’re compromised. I’ll have to take you in.”

“Take me in? Where? What is ‘pheromoned’? What are you talking about,” Duke said as he attempted to pull back from the Sergeant.

Withers grip tightened on his jaw as his free hand grabbed his shoulder mounted radio and squeezed it. It crackled to life as he spoke, “Base Alpha come in, Subject D has been compromised. Bringing him in. Move in.”

Base Alpha? Subject D?

Duke felt panic overtake him, he didn’t understand what was happened but he knew enough to know that this meant that Sekret was in danger, HIS MATE and he had to protect her. The detective didn’t even notice that in that moment he had unholstered his service pistol. He only realized what he was doing as he was driving the muzzle into Sergeant Withers’ belly causing the hulking man to freeze. His dark, taunting eyes going wide in surprise.

A long second of silence hung in the air that was shattered by three echoing cracks. Withers hand feel away from Detective Duke. His hands clutched his belly where below the line of his Kevlar armor blood poured freely from between his fingers. The Detective stepped back; the bloody pistol still leveled at Withers as the Sergeant fell to his knees.

“You fucking idiot,” Withers coughed, flecks of blood on his lips as he slumped forward. A final cough and then silence.

The radio on Withers shoulder crackled to life, an unfamiliar voice on it asking, “This is Base Alpha. Come in. Agent S2-4. Was that gunfire? Come in.” The only reply was the sound of Duke’s car revving as he drove away.

Detective Duke practically flew home. He sped through red lights and along backroads, the normally twenty-minute drive taking him barely eleven, his car screamed at the unfamiliar abuse. Duke pulled up beside his simple, yellow painted house, leapt out, and ran to the backdoor fumbling with the keys.

As he slipped his key into the lock, he froze. Something was wrong. He heard… nothing. No birds. No neighbors. Nothing. He glanced to both sides and began to check his surroundings. The trees, the fence line, the old shed. It all seemed normal. Then in the waning light he saw it, booted footprints that lead to the side window which stood ajar.

Duke turned the key as quietly as he could and slipped his service pistol out from under his coat as he pushed the door open slowly. The house was pitch black as he stepped in as his gun sweep the room. Sprawled across the dining room floor was a man in all-black tactical gear, his face covered with a mask lying in a pool of blood, one arm bent at an unnatural angle. The detective noted there were no insignias on his outfit, no POLICE or FBI or anything, simply black.

The silence shattered when the human heard a thud and what sounded like someone shouting deeper in the house. He followed the sound which led him to the bedroom. Duke threw his shoulder into the door which flew open. Inside he saw two figures: a second all-black clad man arms raised above his head, one hand clutching a large combat knife and Sekret her wiry frame braced against her assailant with her hands holding his wrists above his head in a stalemate. The rat woman was wearing some of Duke’s old clothes that clung tightly to the taller female, which were already soaked crimson.

Duke pivoted on his foot to bring his pistol to bear but Sekret lunged forward faster, still holding her assailants’ arms high she sank her sharp teeth into his throat. The man’s eyes went wide and he made a short, wet gasp as the rat-like incisors cut through cloth and flesh with ease. Sekret jerked her head back with a jerk. Duke felt bile rise in his throat as he watched, blood poured from the man’s open throat and the knife fell from his hands as he let out a wet gurgle. The assailant collapsed.

Sekret pushed the dead man away, her chest heaving as she panted, his blood trickling from her chin and down her shirt.

Duke rushed over, forced to step over the dead man, and wrapped his arms protectively around Sekret and to check her for wounds. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice shaking as the adrenaline began to wear off.

“Yes,” Sekret said. “Stupid men attacked but I was ready.” She kicked the dead man idly.

“I had to kill a police officer to escape as well,” Duke rushed. “They know where we are there will be others.”

The rat woman nodded her agreement and nuzzled the human gently, leaving a bloody smear on his cheek. “Come. We must go free the others.”

Duke nodded. “I’m ready,” he said as they turned together to leave. Together.