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Vale gets closer to her dream while Cher Evans tries to get leads on her case.

Shifting Consequences--Chapter 15: Chasing Dreams

By: Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn

zmeydros (Twitter), Malfedrosti (Mal Twitter), zmeydros.tumblr.com

Note: If you're wondering why you don't more chapters of this story it is probably because this one is labeled "adult" and most of the other chapters are labeled "extreme" because they contain herms, gender shifting, and some hyper.

It's only been three hours since Mal left and Vale has already sent a heartfelt email to her parents about her need to take a break from school. In her email she explained that she wants to finish school, but she needs to travel and see the USA in all its splendor. That she's young and she's only going to be young once. And lots of other things that she thinks her parents can relate to. Waiting for their reply will quite possibly drive her insane, but she knows she only has to wait till morning when her parents get to work.

The email she sent to her advisor and professors was similar to the one she sent to her parents. She used the University of Wisconsin-Madison website to fill out all the forms for taking a leave of absence and dropped all her classes. Her college and professors still have to approve everything, but she's not going to worry about that.

If more forms have to get filled out or some other red tape comes up, she can sort it all out if she ends up going back to school. Her professors all love her and and she has a great advisor who can pull strings that go all the way up to to the president of the college.

She looks down at her petite naked body and smirks. The other thing that she's accomplished is cumming three times while thinking about transforming into her sonas. Most days, she tries to get five or six orgasms.

Some would say that she's sick, but she knows the truth. Some people build little boats inside of bottles, some take pictures of beautiful places, while others chase storms to bring joy into their lives, but she is simpler. To bring joy to her life, she has orgasms-it's the most direct approach there is.

Hacking and making music are the other activities that add to her life. The difference between those activities and her main one is that if she goes to sleep without making music or hacking she feels fine, but if she tries to go to sleep on a day where she hasn't played with herself, she can't fall asleep until she tends to her needs.

For now, she's a functional nymphomaniac, but if she ever had to work eight-hour days outside of her home and not touch herself the entire time, things might get a little too interesting. The prospect of a normal salary job creeps her out almost as much as people who think anal sex is blasphemous. A day when she doesn't play with her ass at least once is a day not worth living. That's as close to experiencing sex as a guy as she can get.

Sometimes she can imagine that she's a guy the entire time she's playing and in those moments she feels at peace with herself. Well, those times and when she imagines herself as a herm. Having a cock is the most important part of it, but she never gets to...

Why is she sitting here? If she gets her essentials together, she can head out and respond to her parents' emails on the road using her Android phone. She probably should inform her friends that she's going to be gone for a while, though. She opens up her laptop and closes every program except her web browser. Pulling up Facebook, she announces that she'll be gone traveling the country on her motorcycle this summer.

When she is about to quit her web browser and shut down her laptop, she sighs. It would be rude not to contact her ballet instructor. She copies the message she sent to her school and sends it along to her ballet instructor before she shuts down her MacBook Pro.

The thought of not having to go to ballet class causes her to feel giddy as she starts packing in the nude. Her small form buzzes around her dorm room as she gathers essentials, like her favorite toys, some clothing, toiletries, the thick binder of her absolute favorite furry stories and porn. She started the binder when she was fifteen so that she would have furry material even if the world crumbled or she lost the internet for a time.

It's been hard to limit her hard copy stash to just one two-inch binder, but the result is spectacular. She can flip to any story or any image and be guaranteed to get very wet. One hand goes to her breast while the other goes to her crotch as she thinks about all the wonderful things she put in there. She moans as she rubs her clit.

No! She can't play now. She has to get going. Her dream awaits. "Mal, can you tell me where they are? I'm going to leave soon."

A purple kitten with demonic horns floats through the air. Its large eyes glow orange and flicker menacingly. "I thought this would happen." Smoke and fire come out of its mouth when it speaks, but its voice is soft and feminine.

Vale steps back when she sees the fire come out of the kitten's mouth, but relaxes when she realizes that the fire is producing no heat and the smoke is producing no stink. "Heh, I guess you've been observing me enough to know me pretty well."

"Only a few days, but I can see a lot more than the average peeping tom." The kitten smiles menacingly. "I processed all the information I could gather and concluded that you fit into my plans like an orange fits into an aardvark."

Giggling, Vale pets the kitten's head. "I know what you mean, but I don't think your analogy served any purpose other than humor."

"I'm aware... That feels nice." The kitten pushes its head against her hand. "Most people are too scared to touch an incarnation of me."

"In my mind, you are a god worthy of praise if you can make my deepest wish come true." Vale scratches the kitten on either side of its chin.

The kitten closes its eyes and starts to purr. A minute later it opens them again and gives Vale a playful love bite. "Hurry up and get ready, I will guide you to their location personally. It's the least I can do in return for your heavenly touch upon my fake furred form."

Vale giggles when the kitten's mouth plays with her hand. "Speaking of heaven. Is there such a place? You must know."

The kitten sits in midair and licks at a paw before it speaks. "There are three reasons I cannot answer your question. The first is that many of the religions on this planet stress that faith is important. Having proof that heaven exists or doesn't exist could cause irreparable damage to those religions. Second, the very nature of the mythos of heaven makes it impossible to prove or disprove its existence. Third, I don't feel like attempting to answer your question further than I already have."

"You don't need to. That was a great answer and I agree with your reasoning. Even you can't answer unanswerable questions." Vale walks over to her closet.

The kitten follows her by walking in midair. "Technically, no one can ask an unanswerable question, because the person being asked can just say "42" or give some other random answer."

An idea pops into Vale's head and she looks Mal's avatar in the eye. "Were you Douglas Adams' muse?"

"No, I can not take credit for that. He was born a minor god of absurdity as far as I'm concerned. My help wasn't required." The kitten smiles warmly. "One of my compatriots actually joked that I had impregnated Douglas Adams' mother. I assure you that neither I nor any of my avatars have ever impregnated or had sexual intercourse an individual in your reality."

Vale chuckles and pulls out her favorite skirt. "Well, I'll be your first if you'd like, but only the sex part. My ovaries didn't form correctly and I'm as barren as the surface of the moon, I'm afraid."

With wide surprised eyes, the purple kitten opens and then closes its mouth. It tilts its head for a moment before speaking. "Let me think about your offer when you have taken on the form of one of your characters. I find human hybrids very attractive. Normal humans are blase, however."

"I totally agree. Let me get my stuff packed and then you can guide me to your friends." She puts her skirt in a small duffel bag and then grabs a couple pairs of pants and folds them up.

"I should have realized that I was distracting you. I'll take my leave until you are ready to depart with your lemons and hope." The kitten bows and then disappears in a puff of smoke.

She giggles and starts packing a few shirts. Holding two pairs of boxers, she debates whether to bring them. Normally, she doesn't wear them, but it probably would be a bad idea not to pack any. A big smile forms on her face-in a short time, she will know how it feels to wear boxers when one has male equipment.

Once she has her laptop and all her other essentials ready to go, she puts on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. Then she takes her first load of luggage out to her 2004 Honda Gold Wing and puts it in to the water-resistant compartments. This bike always makes her smile. When her parents first saw her come home with this vehicle, they told her to bring it back. It was definitely not what they wanted to see their little example of femininity riding.

When she explained the economics of the gas mileage and the ability to get through rush-hour traffic more quickly, they soon changed their minds. It was one minor success in the face of numerous failures as far as her parents were concerned.

She goes back into her dorm and grabs the rest of her stuff. Her heart starts to beat faster when she locks her door. This is it! She's about to start on a trip that could change her life dramatically for the better. Resisting the urge to run to her motorcycle, she carefully carries her bags out. A tricked-out black 1970 Chevelle with two white racing stripes on it drives by, blaring some rather good hip-hop on a good sound system as she puts the rest of her essentials in the compartments on her bike.

When she picks up her helmet, she realizes she has to make one call before she leaves. Pulling out her cell phone, she calls her best friend.

"Hello." Mike's soft voice sounds as calming as ever.

"Hey, Mike, umm... Listen, I'm going to travel this summer-starting today-and you can have all the food that's in my fridge. Oh, and you can borrow my PS4."

Mild annoyance is in his voice. "I'm good with eating your food and borrowing your console, but I'm not good with you leaving me all alone this entire summer. Part of the reason I went to summer school this year is so we could hang out... And well, you know."

"Just trust me when I say that I need to travel this summer. I've been so buried in books that I'm missing the world around me. It's really hard for me to do this to you... I'll miss your cock." She smirks.

"Are you outside? I hear some cars. Maybe we should speak softer." He whispers into the phone.

She speaks quieter to appease Mike. Deep down, she doesn't care if anyone hears her. "Oh, right... I'll talk quieter."

"Thanks..." His voice becomes more sultry. "I'm going to miss your ass."

"Oh I know you will. Thank you for filling my needs between boyfriends. I don't think I've ever told you how much it means to me... Without you I might have jumped some random guy with some horrible disease to get satisfaction." She emphasizes the word "satisfaction."

"Heh, umm, I don't know what to say."

"You're welcome?" She offers.

Vale thinks she can hear a bottle of lube being opened in the background before Mike speaks and her clit twitches at the thought of him masturbating. "You're welcome. I'll just use the key you gave me last semester. Your stuff is going to stay in your dorm, right?"

"I'm paid all the way until next year, so yeah, you can use my dorm as a second home. Do whatever you want in it, I trust you."

"I will... Can you do something for me before you go? It will help me deal with you being gone." She can hear rustling on Mike's end while he speaks.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Make sure no one can hear you and then talk really dirty to me. Not normal dirty, I want it like the time you started calling hands "paws" and stuff. Something about that turned me on." His voice is shaky.

She laughs for a moment and then catches herself. "I didn't know you liked that. It kinda slipped out. You know it's the way some furries talk, right?"

"I know. I learned a lot about myself from that talk we had the night you accidentally left that thick binder of furry porn open. After I saw that binder and got turned on by your growls during sex, I started fapping to furry stuff. I've been meaning to tell you, but I was too embarrassed. Now that you're leaving, I really want to hear you talk like that again. I'd like it better in person, but I'm guessing that you want to hit the road right away." His nervousness is adorable.

She sits in between a bush and the wall of her dorm. "Mmm... I want to feel your paws on my back as you take my ass from behind. Yes, just like that." She growls. "Oooh, I want it harder. I want to feel your furry balls slap against my pussy."

A very lewd noise is coming from Mike's end. "Keep-uuh-going."

"My tail twitches as you fill me and my tongue is hanging out the side of my mouth as I pant. I press my body against you begging for more. You can smell my arousal with your canine nose." Her hand starts making its way to her crotch.

"M-aaah-ore!" His breaths are shorter.

After making sure no one's watching, she slips her hand in her pants and starts to play with her clit. "I start to growl and grind against you as I pick up the pace. We're panting together as we yiff. My ass squeezes your cock hard."

"Oh GOD! Continue. I... Won't last... much longer." He is panting hard and it sounds like his hand is flying up and down his shaft.

"As we reach our peaks, your knot forms. I bare my teeth and say, Tie me! You bite my neck and with one powerful stroke you bury your knot in my ass tying us together as you fill me with your spunk. We howl as we cum together. My ass quivers around your shaft as you pump load after load into me." Her hand rubs faster and her legs start to tingle.

"F-FUUUUUCK!" Mike yells into the phone before moaning and gasping.

Vale tries to stop-she doesn't want to have to go back in and get new pants-but, she can't. Her hand rubs her clit even faster and suddenly and orgasm blindsides her. "Oh SHIT!" She tries to stifle her moan as her legs move and she falls onto her side and her cunny soaks her jeans.

"Vale, I have to... clean up. That was amazing." Mike's voice is very relaxed.

"Mmm... It was good on my end too. See you when I see you." She pulls her hand out of her pants and starts to lick her juices off of it.

"Bye." Mike hangs up.

Vale giggles at the fact that she's behind a bush in afterglow licking one of her hands and holding her phone in the other. She forces herself to get up and head back into the dorm. On shaky legs, she makes it into her room and puts on a new pair of jeans. She puts the wet jeans in a plastic bag and brings them back out to her bike.

After putting her sexed-up clothing into a side compartment on her Gold Wing and putting on her helmet, she gets on and starts it up. The manly sound it makes gives her an instant smile as she heads out on the open road. Soon she may be living a dream. Soon she may have balls to itch. Soon... The interface from Crazy Taxi pops up, including the fare counter, and starts guiding her. She tries not to laugh and ends up giggling instead at the fact that a video game from the early 2000's is being overlaid on reality.

She turns left where it indicates. "Mal, are you going to keep this up the entire trip?"

"Yes, I thought it would be amusing." A voice comes from inside her helmet.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Nowhere too far. Let it be a surprise." The voice sounds slightly amused.

"That works for me." Vale continues to follow the directions and tries not to let her mind wander too much or laugh too hard when Mal adds odd images to the directions.

* * * * *

Cher Evans isn't the type of person who cares about her looks, but other people care about them, so she keeps herself neat and clean. She wears dresses at formal gatherings and pants when she's working in the yard. Meeting society's expectations of her makes things go smoother. It makes things more efficient.

The only problem with meeting expectations is that it's not much fun. It is the unexpected that causes people to examine their lives. It is what most humor is based off of. Unfortunately, fun comes at the price of awkward moments and drama.

This is why Cher hasn't ever been that good at having fun outside of school or work. Fortunately, for her, being an FBI Special Agent is very fun. She even likes creating reports.

She may be smart and motivated, but she isn't pretty. Her breasts are not big, her shoulder-length hair is unremarkable shade of auburn, her eyes are a boring shade of blue, her face has no outstanding features, and her body only has very slight curves. She is five feet and five inches tall-only slightly above average-and she has a little extra weight. When she was a teenager, she considered her average looks to be a curse, but now she thinks they're a blessing. Whenever she gets a raise, she knows that her looks had nothing to do with it.

If there is one regret she has, it's that she only knows half of her heritage. Her father was adopted and no one could figure out who his parents were. At least she knows her mom's side of her family tree. Her grandfather was Hopi and her grandmother was French-Canadian.

That most remarkable thing about her is that she's good at finding people. Dealing with them is a different story, however. she isn't so good at dealing with them. She didn't say no when her boss sent her on a man hunt for some high school kid that broke out of jail, even though her boss wouldn't tell her what this kid did wrong to get in jail in the first place. He simply said that the kid broke out of jail, the government wanted him apprehended, and that she should expect the unexpected with regards to this case.

Everything about this assignment bothers her. She has never been asked to track down someone with so little information on the circumstances of why they are being hunted. She's never been asked not to keep records of her search. And she's never been asked to call a special military contingent when she finds someone. Even more disturbing is the order she received yesterday. She must not involve local authorities in her case any more than absolutely necessary and she cannot divulge any information about her targets to them.

Glenn and Zack haven't even been officially classified as fugitives or been put on the wanted list. As far as she knows, Glenn broke Zack out of jail when no charges had been brought against Zack. There has to be more to this story. If there isn't, she's chasing two people who have no reason to run, which is utter lunacy on behalf of the people running and the people chasing them.

When she asked her boss to elaborate he said that he couldn't elaborate and that she better just do exactly what he's telling her to do because his orders came directly from the director of the FBI and it's rumored that his orders came from somewhere close to the president.

There are a few things she knows about this high school student and the prison guard who helped him escape, despite her boss's refusal to fill in the gaps. Zack was involved in an assault at his school. The details of that assault and the recording of Zack's interview at the police station have been classified above Cher's clearance level.

The news is reporting that someone put a hallucinogenic compound into the school food and that Zack is being held in protective custody. The fact that the news isn't saying that he's on the run is very odd and puts into question everything that's being reported. The government must have pulled strings to keep this whole case as quiet as possible. Heck, she isn't even allowed to talk to Zack herself and his parents haven't even been allowed to speak to the news. Her compatriots must be hoping that she finds these two, quietly.

One other thing she knows about this case is that Zack and Glenn are smart. They might have gotten away completely if Fred Callahan hadn't decided to clean up his field yesterday and found their getaway vehicle. When he reported it to the local authorities it was already in their database as an FBI priority because one of Glenn's coworkers happened to remember that Glenn was storing his grandfather's truck. The computer age is a wonderful time to live in if you're an FBI Special Agent.

This is all too bad for Glenn and Zack, but good for her. Well, pretty good anyway. She has no idea where they went after they stashed this truck... She ponders for a moment, putting her hand to her chin in a classic thinking pose. There's a gas station not too far away from here, maybe they stopped in there for food and/or to get transportation. She gives their truck one last look before getting in her car and heading toward the main road.

Looking at the passenger seat, she smiles. Even with an important case like this, her boss still honors her wish to work alone. It turns out that she works faster and thinks better alone. If she's around people too much, she feels drained. Some would call her an introvert and others would say she's a loner, but she just thinks she's had her heart broken one too many times. Thirty-four years of life and she's never had a relationship last more than three months. It's pathetic.

She slams on the brakes when she realizes that she's driving past the gas station. Her lack of interpersonal skills isn't the only strike against her, her other problem is her ability to get lost in thought. It's not so bad most of the time, but she's had more than a few car accidents because of this problem. After her third accident, which involved her rear-ending a parked car after a right turn, her father told her that she should give up driving and live in a big city that had good mass transit.

Her father's doubt became her strength and she made an effort to limit distractions while she was driving. Since then she's only had three accidents and only one of them was completely her fault. Her driving record was the only thing that the FBI took issue with when she tried to join. Fortunately, she hasn't had more than one accident since then. It may have something to do with the driving lessons they gave her. Now she can make cars spin around to go the opposite way at high speed, which is ridiculously fun even if it shortens the life of the tires.

As she comes out of her reverie she notices that she's stopped on the shoulder of the highway a few feet ahead of the gas station. She doesn't even remember backing up toward it. No matter, she backs into the lot and parks her car. Getting out of the car, she closes the door and heads into the store.

The middle-aged female attendant takes immediate notice of Cher, who walks up to the counter and shows her badge. "I'm FBI Special Agent Cher Evans and I'm here to ask you a few questions. Is this a good time?"

The attendant gulps. "Name's Samantha Groves and I suppose this is a good time. It's been slow all day."

"Sorry to hear that." Cher decides not to describe Zack and the guard. She's found that describing people in detail can lead to false positives. If the circumstances are unique, a description isn't always necessary. "I'm looking for two people. They were traveling together and they probably came through here two days ago. They left their truck in a field and they may have stopped in at your gas station to appropriate another form of transpor-"

"I think I know exactly who you're talking about. A guy and a girl came through here together two days ago. They both seemed pretty nervous when they asked me to call a cab. I was surprised at their request because I can't see a reason why someone would go to a gas station in the middle of nowhere to get a cab. They said that their friends had abandoned them down the road, but something about them and their story just didn't sit right with me. Oh, and when they said each other's names, they paused awkwardly. I don't remember the names they used, though."

Everything the attendant's saying fits except... "You said one of them was a woman?"

"Yeah, a short teenage girl. She had a perfect figure. Girls like her make me feel old." Samantha smirks.

A girl? She's looking for two guys. "May I see any surveillance footage you captured of them?"

"Sure, follow me." Stepping out from behind the counter, Samantha walks to the back of the store. Cher follows her to a plain looking door with "Employees Only" written on it.

After fumbling with her keys for a few seconds, Samantha opens the door. "Let me get you close to the time they came in and then it looks like I'll have to help a customer." She steps around Cher, sits at the computer and starts working on it. Half a minute later, she stands back up. "There you go. I'll come back later to see how you're doing."

"Thank you." Cher sits in the nearly-broken office chair and fast forwards until she sees a tall man and a short woman enter on one of the most crappy video feeds she's ever seen. A frown forms on her face as she watches them walk in. Even with the noisy pixelated video from a really cheap security camera, she can tell that these two people don't match the photos or descriptions of the fugitives at all. Something about them just doesn't seem right, though. They look unsteady on their feet and their gestures look uncoordinated. They may be drunk, but she's not sure that would explain what she's seeing.

Just when she's about to stop the playback and get up, she sees a flicker. She reverses the video for a few seconds and stops it right after she sees the flicker again. Advancing the video frame by frame, she eventually finds a black frame with yellow words on it. It says, "These are not the droids you are looking for."

She shakes her head rubs her eyes only to see that the words are not a figment of her imagination. Who put these words here and why? Is Samantha toying with her? There's no way that Samantha could have known that she would arrive looking for these two people. Maybe there is a virus in this computer. She looks up from the screen when she hears the attendant's footsteps. "Samantha."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever seen thi-" The frame with yellow text is gone and Cher is speechless.

A look of concern forms on Samantha's face. "Are you okay?"

For a moment, Cher doesn't know how to answer the question. Is she okay? Has she finally started to lose her grip on reality? Maybe she's been working too hard. She'll have to see if more hallucinations appear.

"Hello?" Samantha waves her hand in Cher's field of vision.

"Wha-huh, oh, I'm fine. I just spaced out for a moment. I've seen all I need to see. I may be back to ask you more questions later." Cher gets out of the torn chair and stands up.

The chair creaks in annoyance when she pushes it back under the desk. All the facts fit, but these two people cannot be her fugitives. Now she has no leads at all... Well she does know one thing. Wherever Zack and Glenn are, they would need to have purchased or stolen a car if they wanted to keep running.

"Did you find anything useful?" Samantha asks.

"I'm honestly not sure, but thanks for your help." Cher heads out of the store.