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[b][u][center]Human Addiction[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 1: Combining Societies[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Sponsored by Taiko[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Ever since the Mutations that created the anthro population, humans had been separated from the animal folk. Roger knew the stories, the history. The animals that had risen up to become bipeds had been almost feral when this first started, and rather than killing them off, the more kind-hearted of the politicians had ordered a withdrawal and containment. Walls went up, and quarantines were established around the western seaboard where most of the population had arisen. Other nations, seeing that it was a surprising success, instituted similar laws.

Now, the walls were coming down, and Roger was one of a select group of humans that were allowed to re-settle on the other side of the wall again.

He waited with the soldiers that were there to oversee his safety, rubbing the back of his head as he rolled his luggage this way and that. According to the program, the Resettling and Reparations Committee, or RRC, he was supposed to get the rest of his stuff sent across the border in a few days, and there was a hotel set up for him for the first night, something that would keep him comfortable until they could get him properly moved in.

That said, it was hard to be comfortable looking at the great steel wall that stood between him and the three-hundred-mile swathe between human lands and anthro lands. It loomed over them, more than forty feet tall, and the top was manned by soldiers that kept an eye out for climbers and flyers. Not many avians populated this particular Anthro Zone, but there were enough that the soldiers did keep an eye out.

[i]Can’t believe that they actually put up a wall, though…and that fast…[/i]

Not that it was going to be there for long, or at least, it wouldn’t be if this went well. Roger remembered the news reports saying that the wall was going to be torn down this year, but the RRC had made it very clear that it wasn’t going to happen if this particular resettlement didn’t go well. Each and every re-settler had to be happy with the arrangements, feel safe and right, for the wall to come down and full integration to happen.

Roger wondered what it was going to be like. He had never actually seen an Anthro in person before. He’d seen them on TV, of course (who hadn’t?) but he wondered what it would be like to be among a group of people that were more like animals than they were like humans.

He shuffled again, waiting for the big steel door built into the side of the wall to open. The soldiers weren’t saying anything, and neither were the news crew about thirty feet back. He pulled at the collar of his shirt, trying to adjust things and get comfortable, but that was almost impossible.

Finally, just as he was starting to get antsy enough to reconsider his position as a resettler, the door opened. He sighed in relief as something finally happened, though that sigh turned into a gasp right quick.

Four spotted cats stepped out of the door, each one dressed in camouflage fabric, and two of them carrying knives on their belts. They walked on bare feet rather than in boots, their clawed toes pulling them forward at a slightly faster speed than the average human walking pace, and their tails thrashed behind them in a rapid, almost frenzied twitching motion. He held his position, though his hand tightened all the harder around the grip of his suitcase, his knuckles going white.

The cats – cheetahs, his brain identified them as, finally catching up – walked up to him and the soldiers. The tear-lines on the cats’ cheeks were all the more pronounced now that they were on two legs, and he found them…strangely beautiful, in a way, if a little bit sad. What would it be like to be a people that bore a mark like that, that looked like they were weeping over some tragedy all the time?

One of the cheetahs had a red circle pinned to the collar of his jacket, and he walked up to Roger. He loomed almost half a foot taller than the human, and Roger wasn’t a short man. He stood almost six feet tall, and he’d been picked for this partially because of his size and his build, thick enough in the shoulders and fit enough to be intimidating to the average human being.

[i]If they think that I can intimidate any of these beast folk, then they’re just fucking stupid,[/i] Roger thought, looking up at the cheetah.

Eventually, the feline smiled.

“So…You’re our human, huh?” the cat asked.

“I’m the resettler, yeah.”

“Heh. That’s what you’re calling it?”

“That’s what I was told.”

“Huh.” The cheetah shook his head, and then, almost as if recalling something, he offered his hand. Paw? Hand, Roger decided, considering that it had the right shape to the fingers, even if they were tipped with claws. “I’m Commander André. And you are?”

“Roger. Um. Roger Harding.”

They shook hands, and he looked at the other cheetahs. They had spread out around the door more like some sort of guard for the retreat rather than for some official meeting, and it was kinda weird to look at big, humanoid cats looking more like they were wanting to run than they were to fight or be part of the meeting.

Commander André was quick to tug him forward, and Roger stumbled over the red line between him and the door. The fit cheetah kept pulling him along, moving at a brisk pace. For them, it seemed more like a walk, but for him, it was nearly a jog.

“Come on. We should get you to your new home before long.”

“Are you all cheetahs over there?” he asked, struggling to keep up as his suitcase rolled and nearly flipped. “Am I going to be running from now on?”

“Heh, all cheetahs…I wish, sometimes. The only ones of my species were the ones in the zoos over there, and their cubs.”

“You came from a zoo?”

“We all had to come from somewhere. It’s not like people turned into animals, for the most part.”

Roger tucked that little bit of information away. That had been something that [i]hadn’t[/i] come over the news during the last few years. Everyone was under the assumption that the Mutations had hit people, turning them into the new animal population that was on the other side of the wall. Maybe a few housepets here and there, but mostly people, which was why they were still intelligent. If it was the other way around…

Well, he imagined that would be all the more interesting, if potentially awkward.

Commander André led him through the steel door, and it closed behind him. There was a soft spray in the air, one that made him jump.

“Decontamination,” the cheetah explained, his voice having a little chirp of amusement in it. “Just in case there’s anything on you that can be problematic on the other side.”

“But it’s open-air, isn’t it?”

“That doesn’t mean your clothes don’t have something on them, or that you’re not carrying something you’re unaware of. Don’t worry. It’ll only take a little longer.”

The cheetah was telling the truth, though by the end of it, Roger was wishing that the cat had mentioned the slightly acidic quality of some of the decontaminating liquids. The back of his neck felt a bit sunburned as a result, and he was half-sure that the outside of his suitcase had been eaten through. But at least they were passing through the wall, and the outer door was opening.

As soon as it did, Roger found himself staring. Not because it was so alien, but because it was so different to what he expected. In fact, aside from the fact that it was a bit cleaner, it hardly looked like it had changed at all.

[i]Where’s all the wild people? Where’s the hunting of different species? Where…what…[/i]

This segment of the wall had been built through the middle of a public park, and he had expected to find it overgrown, completely left to rot and be reclaimed by nature. Instead, while there was a long-grass area at the far end of the park – and he could see kids playing in it, hiding and then darting out of the long blades – it was almost exactly like the park on the other side. People walked through with their families, sat on benches with books, bought food from carts…

It was as if it was completely human, still, save for the fact that there were no humans in sight other than him.

Roger clenched his hand that much tighter around the grip for his luggage, even as the commander nudged him forward. They walked down the ramp, and as they did, the eyes of the public started to turn to him.

He felt like some sort of freak as they gave him the first look, then the second, harder, surprised one. Some of them, like a squirrel that had been jogging by, came to a full halt just to stare at the human that was passing through the park, and others, like the rhino sitting on a bench, went full slack-jaw as he passed by. Roger blushed, finding it easier to look down at his feet rather than at any of the Anthros around him.

“Are they all going to be like this?” he muttered.

“Staring, you mean?” André asked.

He nodded.

“Probably. They’ve never seen a human before, other than the guards up on the walls. For them, you’re something new.”

“So are all of you.”

“Well, we can experience together, can’t we?”

The cheetah patted his shoulder, and Roger was thankful for the contact, even if it did seem to go on a bit longer than it should have. It was almost…comforting, even a little intimate before it stopped.

He ignored it, trying to ignore the stares from all the Anthros even half as well. He kept his eyes on the ground, on the grass, then on the pavement as they walked towards the parking lot at the far end of the park.

Here, there were more cracks, and he realized that the Anthros must have been using existing human infrastructure for the most part. Whether they hadn’t figured out how to maintain the current stuff or not, he imagined that they probably hadn’t started on building anything new.

[i]If that’s the case, I feel sorry for anyone down in California,[/i] he thought to himself, shivering.

They obviously knew how to use cars, though, so he wasn’t sure if that theory was right. What exactly had they learned after the Mutations, he wondered? What had the animals been given besides humanoid bodies? Were they informed about everything that they were doing, or had this been one of those huge uplifts where they did a lot of self-education after they got the bodies and brains for it?

Nobody on the RRC had seemed to know the answers to those questions, or if they did, they hadn’t been willing to tell him anything. He kinda wished that they’d stopped being so close-mouthed before sending him to the other side.

As he and André slid into the backseat of a larger, black-colored car, two of the other soldiers went to a food cart to get something to eat. Roger shuffled along, back and forth along the seat, and the cheetah at his side chuckled.

“Feeling uncomfortable?”

“Trying to not feel like a freak, honestly…”

“Well, if it helps, we’re finding it strange, too.”

“Are all your soldiers so friendly?”

“Soldiers?” André arched an eyebrow. “What makes you think that we’re soldiers?”

“Well, um…the clothes, for one. And the weapons.”

“Weapon – oh, right. The knives.” André pulled his, sheath and all, from his waist. “Sorry about that. I meant to give this to you. We’re all naturally armed with fang and claw, so it seems only right that you have one of your human equalizers.”

“…You brought it…as a gift?”

“Well, more of a way to make sure that you don’t feel like you’re at the bottom. We have…memories, I guess you would call it, of the zookeepers. None of them were able to fight against the mad ones in the zoo; they had to use sticks, and other tools, to keep themselves safe.”

“Mad ones?” Roger’s eyes widened, and he must have looked particularly panicked, because the cheetah grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed.

“There’s not any around that we know of, but we are not that different from you. We can have bad people, just like you. We can defend ourselves with claw and fang, but you have nothing. We wanted to make sure that you were safe.”

Nodding slowly, Roger looked down at the knife. It wasn’t anything special, just a basic combat knife that one might have gotten out of the military, a slight upgrade to the camping knife most people would have had out in the woods. Not that he knew how to use it, but…

He looked back at the commander, and the cheetah belatedly looked away. It had only been for a second, but Roger swore that he had seen something else on the commander’s face, something like…affection? Or something like it, at least, almost like the happy faces that his housepets had made when he still had them.

Before he could ask what was going on, the other ‘soldiers’ returned. They had some sort of wrap from the cart, and they sat a row behind him and André. No sooner had they buckled in than they were off, driving away from the park and towards the city in the distance.

“So, what do you mean that you aren’t soldiers? If you aren’t, what are you? And why the clothes?” he asked.

“We’re more like police, except that we don’t have them. We kinda fill both roles, since they’re supposed to be peacekeepers, anyway. Why do you humans have two names for the same thing?”

“Search me.”

“At any rate, I’m a commander for the peacekeepers. We decided to go with this uniform since you humans seem to respect it a bit more than the others.”

He couldn’t blame them for that. With all the protests and worst that had happened about thirty years ago, the police were in a bad state. They were still holding on by the skin of their teeth on the human side of the wall, but it was a state of affairs that nobody wanted to talk about, these days.

They drove on, and Roger leaned back, trying to ignore the continuing odd looks that he was getting from the lean, tall, and despite everything else, dangerous-looking cheetahs.

#

The hotel that they took him to was a decent one, if a little bit dirty from the long time without repairs or renovations. This many years of being isolated had meant that there were few people that were restoring things, and while the Anthros definitely had most of the jobs secured for the city – the people that worked sanitation, the people that worked trash, and more – they didn’t quite have everything down. There were potholes in the streets that could not have existed in this number before, and there were more broken bits outside of the buildings than he remembered seeing in pictures.

Still, the hotel itself was nice, the lobby well-lit, and the walls kept clean. It was just the outside that was in a bit of a state.

As he was escorted in by the commander and his squad, Roger tried to keep his head up, but everywhere he looked, he saw shocked faces, and some that turned bright red as he walked by. Dogs and cats in particular took it worst, looking at him with their faces blasting surprise, most of them blushing slightly afterwards, but all of them had some sort of reaction to it.

He couldn’t keep his head up for long, and went back to staring at the floor as they reached the front desk. The fox there looked at him for a moment, then had to shake his head before turning to the commander.

“This is our…what was their term?”

“Resettler,” André said.

“Ah, yes. Resettler. Um…do you have a name, human?”

“Roger. Roger Harding.”

“Well, Mr. Harding, sir. You’re in the penthouse tonight.”

There was a slight shuffle behind him, as if some of the cheetah peacekeepers were surprised by this, but André said nothing. He just nudged him to take the card, so Roger did just that, tucking it into his jeans pocket.

“Enjoy your stay for the night, sir.”

Sir. There was something weird about that, something very weird, and he wasn’t sure how to take that. Roger fell in line behind the cheetahs again, just following the leader as they escorted him to the elevator, and then up to his penthouse.

It was at the top floor of the hotel, of course, and it looked out over the coastal city in a beautiful way. The window opposite the door was pointed right towards the bay in the distance, and the glitter of the sun off the water left the room beautifully illuminated. Roger smiled for a moment, hesitating in the doorway to take in the view as the cheetahs darted this way and that, checking the room for any dangers.

He couldn’t help but shake his head. He was being treated like some sort of celebrity, albeit one that invoked shock rather than happiness by his presence. A penthouse, an entourage…it was exactly the sort of fantasy that so many people would have had in the old times. It was just with Anthros rather than with people.

And the more time that he spent with them, the less that he felt like they weren’t people. Or at least, the more he saw them as similar to humans. They moved more or less the same – if a bit faster and more aggressively – and they had the same sort of lifestyles as he and his species did. They could think the same, and they didn’t have that dangerous sort of animal-instinct that he had been cautioned about as a possibility.

So far, the resettling was looking like it might go well…if the staring would stop. He could [i]really[/i] stand to not be stared at like some sort of freak.

When the commander called the all-clear, he stepped through the door, looking at what the penthouse had. It was fairly elaborate, with a long, if not entirely wide living room at the front, with a TV mounted on the wall and two couches pressed in an L shape together to look at it. There was a dip down into the main room, and then a rise back towards the bathroom abutting the door to the balcony. He could hear water running from the other direction, and guessed that there was a kitchenette back there.

Taking a glance in the bathroom, he could see that there was a jacuzzi waiting, which he looked forward to trying. Other treats were laid out…a lot of treats, for that matter. He leaned in, looking down at a box of chocolate (dog-safe, apparently) as well as beef jerky (cow-free, somehow), a small box of cheese, and others. He arched an eyebrow, wondering if this was the standard hospitality of the hotel, or if this was something new.

Regardless, he put it all back, and looked around to find one cheetah face suddenly pulling away from the doorway. He blinked as he realized that the feline must have been staring at him while he was bent over, or at least trying to peek in at him.

[i]The hell?[/i]

He stepped out of the bathroom, able to see the kitchen from this angle. There was a stove and a microwave, a fridge and a faucet. Not much, but enough to do some small meals for himself if there was need. He nodded to himself, and then walked back to the living room.

The four cheetahs were waiting for him, and André smiled.

“Up to your standards?”

“Honestly, this is better than where I was living on the other side of the wall.”

“Good. We want you to be comfortable.”

“This isn’t some sort of bribe to get humans to resettle over here, is it?” he asked, looking around. “I mean, I guarantee that there’s no way that every human will get someplace like this.”

“Well, if we can get it to go the way that we want, it’s possible,” André admitted. “We’re going about things in a different way to what your species has done.”

Roger arched an eyebrow, but the commander shook his head.

“We’ll talk about that at the first meeting, if you really want the details. For now, I think it’s best that we let you settle in. We’ve been here a bit too long, anyway.”

“Too long?”

“Another time,” the commander said.

As the cheetahs moved to single file to leave, he noticed that they were stiffer, more uptight than they had been only moments ago. He watched with his head cocked to the side, curious and a bit concerned about what was going on. They had been rather friendly, if almost intrusively curious, and he honestly didn’t know what to think.

Shaking his head, he waited for them to leave, then walked over to the balcony. The door slid open, and he walked out onto the spacious overhang, leaning on the railing and looking down. He could make out the swimming pool, and due to the hotel not being [i]that[/i] tall, he could make out some swimmers, too.

He was surprised at just how easy it was to look at them the same way that he did the people back on his side of the wall. Though most of them were covered in fur, and the rest were covered in either scales or feathers or some sort of wet membrane, it was not that dissimilar to watching his species swim and play in the water. Sure, they were [i]better[/i] at it in some cases, but it wasn’t that different.

And despite everything, he surprised himself by starting to get a boner looking at them.

[i]Oh, you have got to be kidding me…[/i]

Yet, there was no denying that some of the men and women down there were wearing surprisingly little, with some women wearing g-string bikini bottoms that no human woman would have been caught dead in – at least in public – and some of the men wore speedos that left [i]nothing[/i] to the imagination.

And the fact that they were all so fluffy and wet for the most part…well, he could imagine that being rather different to push against.

[i]Stop it. No way that they’d be interested that way. And besides, you’re here to see if you can make a place for yourself. Not to…ogle the locals…[/i]

He blushed, looking away from the pool when his boner started to try and grab his attention even more. The last thing he needed was –

“GAH!”

Roger almost jumped out of his skin as he almost ran into one of the cheetah peacekeepers. He stumbled backwards, almost hitting the railing before the feline grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back from it and helping him stand normally. Gasping for breath at the shock and scare, the human shook his head.

“God…what the hell…”

“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to scare you,” the cheetah said, and he actually [i]blushed.[/i]

“It’s okay…Just…wow. Warnings. Please.”

“I’ll remember that, sir. Before that, though, sir?”

[i]Why are you calling me sir?[/i] he wondered, but didn’t ask. Instead, he just nodded while he caught his breath.

“I wanted to make a request.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you…pet me?”

Roger froze in mid-pant, which set off a coughing fit of pure surprise. Once more, the cheetah had to help him inside, thumping his back a few times. When he was able to stand normally, he looked up at the big cat.

“Excuse me?”

“If I’ve done well enough, I mean.”

“No, no, that’s not the problem. You’re asking me to…pet you?”

“On the head, if that’s alright.”

“…Why?”

The cheetah blushed again, and this time, he looked like the one embarrassed. Rubbing the back of his neck, the feline chirped slightly to himself before trying to explain.

“I just…I have this…memory of the zookeepers rubbing our heads and faces. It’s barely there, but…it’s happy. And it’s like, you know, something humans do. And I’d like to try it. See how it feels…”

Roger swore that he had to be hearing things, that he was imagining that there was a human cheetah in front of him that was asking for head-pets. It was impossible. Completely impossible, one might say, but at the same time, there was no denying the soft scent of a cat’s fur in his nose, nor the memory of firm, padded fingers grabbing his arm to keep him from falling. This was happening, alright.

Hesitantly, he reached up. The cheetah tilted his head sideways and down, making it a bit easier, and he rested his hand near the cheek. He started scritching gently, like he might have done with a housecat, and the big peacekeeper just [i]melted.[/i] The cat’s legs went tight, yes, but he slumped forward, pressing his head firmly against Roger’s hand.

Even as he reached up to pet between the cat’s ears with the other, he swore that there was a vibrating motor of a rumble passing through the apartment. It was a long, loud chuffing sort of sound, rumbling and then skipping a beat.

It took him a moment or two to realize that the cheetah was purring.

[i]Holy…cow…[/i]

He strained to keep the cat upright, but it was getting harder and harder with the size difference between them. When the cheetah started to lean forward to the point where his legs started to collapse, he had to pull his hands back. The peacekeeper stumbled, shaking himself awake again with a sputter and a gasp.

“Ah…ah…”

“Are you okay?” Roger asked. “You…you looked really out of it there.”

“That was…oh…wow…” The cheetah blushed, rubbing his cheek. “Um…can we…can we do…more?”

“What do you mean, more?”

“Um…couch. Couch…Mmph…words…”

The cat pulled him along, and Roger grunted as he was shoved right onto the couch, his back thumping against the cushions, but no sooner had he been seated than the peacekeeper hopped up on the couch with him, laying belly down, his head in the human’s lap, pulling a hand to his head again.

“Pets…please…all the way?”

“You mean, like –”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

And just like that, the vibrations were back, the purring and the motor-boat of a feline purr buzzing right through his hand and through his crotch. Roger could not have been more red-faced, particularly as the cheetah’s hips kept rising, as his tail started to shake, and worse, as the peacekeeper nuzzled into his –

And there was the boner. His cock had started going down from fear, but now it was going right back up as the peacekeeper nuzzled him, rubbed his face all over his jeans. He tried to slow down, but the cat’s purring and mrowls of need were just too adorable to withhold the pettings from. He kept stroking, scritching, and rubbing against the back of the cat’s ears, and the cheetah kept happily nuzzling in, encouraging more spine pets, more scritches, more strokes.

And the longer it went on, the more aware of just how hard he was he became. He blushed, trying not to think of how each little nuzzle was making him harder, or how the cheetah seemed to bump his muzzle against his boner all the harder each successive time. His fingers continued to drag from head to spine, and without thinking, he started scritching right above the base of the tail.

“Nnngh...mmm…mmmmmmmmmmm…”

That started the cheetah moaning. Not just happily purring, but moaning, and the embarrassing moment got worse as Roger looked down and saw that the peacekeeper had a boner to end all boners. The cat’s cock was smaller than his, yes, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t dripping like a motherfucker. The more he scritched in that spot, the harder the boner got, and the more it leaked into the cheetah’s pants.

“Um…maybe we should –”

“More.”

“What?”

“I want…I want more…”

The cheetah crawled – not slid, not moving like a person, but crawled like a cat – right off the couch, throwing his ass up in the air. One hand supported him, while the other wiggled his pants back. It was all that Roger could do to not say anything, his mouth hanging open and his eyes glued to the muscular, bubbly butt that the cheetah had been keeping covered.

“I don’t…I don’t get it, but…but I need you…” the cheetah panted. “I’ve never felt like this…the memories…never this good…”

Roger wanted to say something, wanted to slow this down, but at the same time…well, how the hell did you tell someone that you didn’t want to bang when your cock told the exact opposite story? And it wasn’t like the cheetah wasn’t attractive, particularly as the pants came down and the briefs remained. They were so tight, too tight for that fuzzy butt, and they framed it perfectly, showing off the muscle curves and even the hint of the puckering rim just beneath and between.

The cheetah couldn’t quite pull his underwear down, which meant that his dick remained trapped inside, showing off a wet bulge that was only growing darker, more pointed as time ticked on. He did, however, manage to pull the back of his underwear down, showing off his ass cheeks, his pucker. The soft musk of arousal filled the penthouse, and the cheetah mewled almost helplessly.

“That touch…it’s better than anything…It’s like magic. Please. Let me see how a human feels…inside?”

“But…you’re not…”

“We all interbreed. We’re all…all animals. But I bet a human…a human feels better than anything…If pets feel that good…”

He reached back, parting his ass cheeks for Roger, and he could see that hole clenching, begging. The fur around it was soft-looking, slightly matted down with sweat, but not in a bad way. He blushed, his cock throbbing all the harder in his pants, and the cheetah obviously saw it, as he used his tail to stroke it.

“Oh god, it’s so big…please…take it out…let me see it, at least? Let me see?”

“If I take it out…I’m going to…use it…”

“Then please, take it out. I want you to use it…use me…Let me be a good kitty for you, please…”

He groaned, hardly believing that he was doing this. Resettlement was supposed to be finding a place to stay and hoping that the neighbors didn’t hate him, not finding out that one of his bodyguards had the hots for him. And did he even have the hots for him? Or was this just a thing for him being human?

He didn’t know, and he realized he didn’t really care. Somebody was begging for his dick, and just enough blood had gone down there for him to be thinking with the little head instead of the big one. Shuffling his zipper down, he fished his cock out, his seven inches filling his hand.

The cheetah chirped and cooed for him.

“So big…”

That fuzzy, fluffy butt pushed back, rubbing right against his lap. He groaned as he felt it sliding his cock between the cheeks, the head pressed right to that pucker.

“I want it…inside me…mrowl…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]