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The jazz music put bounce into the step of a pale white rat that sauntered down Canal Street in a feathered mask that partially hid his bright red eyes. His naked tail was wrapped up in multi colored beads and tied off with a feathered fan that he thought made him look quite dapper. Biscuit slipped down an alley and made his way towards the larger gathering that was forming along Bourbon Street and the bars that were open there. They had the best frozen drinks that way and the afternoon was hot enough that he was eager to try out the rainbow of flavors that they offered him. He had spent all day going on walking tours after all, and he deserved to treat himself.

The rat had spent most of his money on this vacation and was enjoying himself thoroughly. He had spent quite a bit on his mask and beads, but it made him look a bit more in character with New Orleans. Besides, the bright colors stood out against his pale white fur and he could feel a few people glancing at him as he made a dash through the crowd and came to the middle of the cobblestoned road. He curled his tail behind him a little until the fan he'd attached to the base was centered just behind the curve of his neck.

"Looking for something, traveler?" A voice purred from one of the brightly lit shops as he pushed his way through the crowd.

The rat stopped and found himself almost nose to nose with a bright eyed looking ferret sitting at a little both. "Ahh..whoops! Sorry!"

"No need to be sorry." The ferret's lips curved up in a wicked smile that showed a glimpse of white teeth as she leaned forward.

Biscuit flushed hotly as he realized that she was wearing very little in the way of clothing. A bright sequin covered top barely contained the swell of her breasts that were pushed up enough that the creamy rise of them were nearly at chin height. He swallowed nervously and forced his eyes down only to see she was wearing a loose fringed wrap around skirt that was cut up the side to reveal the long black socked leg. The rat stammered a little bit while flicking his pale pink ears back so he didn't end up blushing as much as he wanted too.

"Ahh what are you selling?" He tried to look at what she had, but the mish mash of bright colors and trinkets. Biscuit forced himself not to look at her scantily clad body, but it didn't stop his cheeks from burning with a hot blush.

"For you? I think you would like this." The dark paw slipped down and deftly shifted through the pile of knick knacks on her cart. She barely shifted more than a handful of items away before bringing up a foil wrapped fleur-de-lis from the midst of the touristy trinkets.

"Uh, candy?" The rat blinked and her fingers gave a flick to reveal two exact bits of candy. One in bright green and the other in bright gold.

"Yes, for you. Two bits of New Orleans sweetness made with a touch of spice and enough bite to it to rouse the senses." The ferret rolled the candy along her palm. "One for you and the other to be gifted to someone. Do not eat both yourself or else the good luck will not fall into your lap."

"Good luck?" The rat perked his ears up a little and reached a paw out. "How much? And what sort of good luck."

"Hmm for you, a bead from your tail for the candy and the best sort of luck." The ferret winked slyly and slid the candy into his paw. "Just remember, only one for you!"

Biscuit blustered a little and flushed as she wiggled her fingers at him expectantly. He turned around and pulled off one of the sets of beads he had decorated himself with. He found one that was a bright red with purple highlights and unraveled it for the ferret. It wasn't that small a cost for a bit of candy, especially with the ferret's flirtatious looks. He dropped the beads into her outstretched hands and ducked his head a bit shyly as she leaned up to kiss the curve of his cheek. The light brush of her whiskers tickled against his own and made him tuck his chin down a little and muffle a soft laugh.

"Ahh th-thank you." He flushed a bit more before shoving one of the candies in his pocket before turning away from her. He didn't want to embarrass himself, though he made a note to perhaps wander by her stall later with a drink to see if maybe she wanted to enjoy one with him.

The rat pushed back out into the crowd and looked at the foil wrapped candy with his cheeks still flushed. He unwrapped his treat as he walked and was pleasantly surprised it was made of dark chocolate, one of his favorite treats after all. It only took him a few pulls before the foil was off and he could pop the entire fleur-de-lis in his mouth to chew happily. The dark thick chocolate melted on his tongue and was tinged with something hot and spicy just beneath the sweetness. The mingling of flavors made him roll his tongue back and forth to try and make it last as he melted it on his tongue.

Biscuit was almost tempted to take the other one of his pocket to enjoy, but he stopped himself. The way the ferret had told him it was meant for someone else, hinted that she might be willing to share it with him. His tail twitched back and forth behind him as he picked up his feet and started to trot down the street. Feeling a bit lighter and happier than he had a few moments ago. He was so distracted by the warmth in his belly and the air of well being that he didn't notice a dark feline hand slipping along his side. Nor did he realize that the deft paw pulled out the roll of money he kept there, a bit change, and the last piece of candy.

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Biscuit's head hurt. It was a dull ache that made him move his paws up to cup either side of his forehead and the throbbing started to lesson as he kept his fingers gripping here. His ears flattened and he felt the cushions beneath him shift as he pushed himself onto his elbows. Cushions? How had he passed out on a couch? The last thing he could remember he had been having a drink at a little hole in the wall bar. At least, that's what he thought.

He pushed himself up and gave his head a short shake back and forth as he tried to clear his head as much as possible. His ears flicked back while he focused his eyes to see where he was. He expected to see his hotel room and perhaps some empty cups from having had a bit too much to drink, but that wasn't where he found himself. He sat on a rather tacky plaid couch in the middle of a white walled apartment that was a touch disordered. His money clip was on the coffee table with his money and ID, there was the foil from the candy and the key to his hotel room. He reached out to grab his money clip, but the paw that moved out was not his normal pink one. He stared in horror as he looked down at a dark black broad paw with agile fingers and velvety fur running up a muscular forearm.

"What the-" Biscuit stumbled up and stared down at him.

His chest was bare and as dark black as his arm. It was sleek and muscular with the toned abdomen partially covered by a tight pair of jean shorts. A long black tail flicked behind him while he tried to get a good look behind him. His back was far more flexible then it had been before and he felt taller. What had happened to him?! He stumbled in a circle and nearly fell down, but managed to catch himself on the edge of the TV. He found himself nose to muzzle with the glassy reflective screen and stared right into the face of a handsome black panther. His jaw gaping open to show sharp curved white teeth.

"What the heck?" He tried to squeak, bit came out in a deep throaty rumble.

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Jacob stumbled forward and tried to balance himself, but the beads on his tail made it hard to walk straight. The familiar street in front of him was blurred as he clutched glasses in one paw. He no longer tasted the strong chocolate on his tongue and he certainly wasn't sitting in his apartment with the money he'd managed to get out of the tourist's pocket. He knew something had happened, but hadn't truly understood what until he had passed out of the bar and stood in front of a mirror. He'd found himself staring at the gaudy outfit and strange features of the tourist had had robbed. The thick glasses had been perched and lopsided on his nose and he'd finally peeled them off.

The thief didn't know what happened; he only knew that he was no longer in the body he could call his own. The white fur and pale pink hands weren't like his own broad powerful paws or sleek dark feline body. The only reason he recognized the body he was in was the fact he had picked the pocket of the rat earlier in the day. It was hard not to remember the line of beads that decorated the curled tail or the mask that was pushed up over his head. It felt like some sort of fever dream as he stumbled down the streets and tried to make sense of it. Not that his attempts at making sense worked at all.

The only thing he could fixate his mind on was the card he'd snatched out of the rat's pocket. The Provincial wasn't too far away from the bar he'd jerked awake in. He wasn't even sure what he'd do once he got there, but anything was better than stumbling around in public with beads clattering on his tail. And he certainly didn't want to be caught out in the coming evening like this! Whatever had happened, if it was drugs or some new technology, all that mattered was getting somewhere safe. He clutched to that thought as his only bit of hope as he navigated the back alleys and streets. He pushed past the travelers and tourists with little care for how he might seem.

Getting a hotel key was even harder than finding the Provincial, but he had talked his way into higher class places then the hotel. He managed to coax a room key and a swift glance had gained him his, the rat's, room number. It was thin safety, but he would take anything to sort his own thoughts and still the sick feeling in his stomach. Where was Jessica? Where was his body? Where was his apartment and how the hell did he find it and get it back? He had more questions than answers as he stumbled into the chilled hotel room. And he didn't have a single answer worth offering. Each idea was as unlikely as the next.

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Biscuit stood in the mirror in the shabby bed room and turned in a slow circle as he looked over himself. His eyes were no longer ruby red, but a pale emerald green over a deadly black muzzle. His fur was smooth and silky with a pattern of dark rosettes showing when the light hit it right. He towered at just over six feet tall and balanced on his tips of his padded foot paws while he paced back and forth. He curled his long tail behind him and watched it twitch and flicker this way and that. He flexed the muscles along his bare chest and even moved his paws down to trail his claws right through the fur. This body was so much more powerful than his own.

I don't know how this happened. He thought to himself. Maybe it's a dream, but what a dream!

The former rat licked his lips with a broad sweep of his dark red tongue and wrinkled his lips back to show his teeth. He was a panther, he was in another body. Whatever the reason, he wasn't going to let himself panic. If it was a dream, he would wake up. If, for some reason, it wasn't a dream he wasn't going to let on that this had happened. The last thing he wanted was to end up locked up somewhere because he was talking crazy. He shuddered a little at the thought of being wrapped in a white coat and dragged to a padded room. If he started claiming he was really a white rat, he'd be tossed away faster than he could think.

"I'll just be calm and figure out what happens." He licked his lips and rubbed his black paws along his hips. "Long as no one knows I'm not supposed to be in this body, no harm done."

"Jacob!!" He jerked away from the mirror at the female voice calling from the next room. Jacob? He must be in Jacob's body.

"In here." He winced a little as his voice sounded high pitched even to him. He tried to deepen it. "In here!" That was better.

Biscuit looked at the door to see another black panther padding into the room. His eyes widened appreciatively at the curvy hipped female that pushed the door open wider and stopped just inside the room. Her smooth full breasts were held back only by a sleeveless shirt that was pulled taut over them. He gaped and flushed as he realized he could even see the firm nipples pressing against the material. The edge of the shirt danced just above the supple curve of her belly, but she didn't wear any pants. She only had a pair of lovely pale pink silk panties on. The soft material barely covered her and what it did cover he could easily see the outline of.

"Jacob, what the hell is up with all the noise?" The woman yawned with a lolling of her tongue. "I was trying to nap in the other room."

"Oh, uh..." Biscuit blinked his eyes rapidly. Obviously the panther had a girlfriend. "Was just feeling restless, dear."

"I'll say, I could hear you like you were tromping around me." The curved female padded closer to him and hooked a companionable arm around his waist. "You get anything good today? We're running low on funds again."

"Yeah, yeah.." The rat trapped in the panther's body relaxed. That was a question he could answer. "It's out on the coffee table."

"You really did go out?" The girl's bright blue eyes blinked up at him rapidly and a grin formed. "I didn't think you would! Jacob, you are wonderful!"

The lady panther leaned forward and suddenly her lips pushed right up against his own in a firm surprise kiss. Biscuit froze at the tickling whiskers and nearly jerked his lips away in embarrassment. Only his earlier resolution to try and keep his real identity a secret kept him in place; well, that and the soft warm feel of lips caressing his own. The tickling scent made his whiskers bristle as he behaved the way he thought that a sleek black panther would with his girlfriend. He pushed his lips down and flicked his tongue out to curl right along the edge of her lower lip. He trailed it in a hot wet line and slipped his paws down to stroke against her sides in as familiar a way as he could imagine.

She stiffened up against him and he nearly released her, but after that subtle tension she leaned against him. Her softer, smaller paws slipped up to caress the curve of his chest. The claw tips brushed against the bareness of his chest as he flicked his tongue out again and started to tease and work at her lips. They parted eagerly and her slick appendage teased out to run against his own. It made his breath catch a bit in his throat and a shiver run down his spine as he tasted her on his tongue. The sweet scent of her flooded his muzzle while he let his paws wander along her back and nearly slipped towards the curve of her rump cheeks.

Her lips broke away from his suddenly and she tilted her head down flushed a bit. "I thought you'd forgotten..."

"How could I?" He answered automatically. What sort of person was this panther that his girlfriend was so happy that he had just kissed her? She looked almost hopeful at him just from a single kiss! "C'mon, why don't we get comfy and I'll show I haven't forgotten a thing."

"Y-you're sure you want to, Jacob? I mean-" The panthress hesitated and Biscuit gave her hand a slow squeeze and pulled her closer.

"Of course I do." He murmured and felt his tail twitching faster behind him. The closer she came, the sweeter she smelled. It tickled his nose and made his heart beat faster than it ever had before.

It was the least he could do and it wouldn't really be cheating. After all, he was in the panther's body and not his own. The soft curved female shivered a little as he stepped towards the bed and nearly pulled away from his grasp. He kept his hold gentle, but firm, ready to let her escape if he had too. She only hesitated for a few moments before following him into the bed. Her eyes met his and seemed to search them before being drawn down to him. His paws caressed right along the edge of her sides while she slipped into his lap with a brush of her rump along the upper curve of his hips. He could feel the bare fur of her rump where it teased at the edge of his shorts so he squirmed.

Her lips met his again, but this time there was no hesitation as they came together in a deep full kiss. Their whiskers brushed against each other and Biscuit slipped his paws up to slip along the curve of her lower back. Her breasts pressed right along the swell of his chest as she sweetly stroked her paws along his back and her smaller tongue curled out against his own. He drew in a deep breath and savored the scent of her, grateful that the dark fur of his face hid the hot blush that made his heart beat pound in his ears. He felt almost possessed as he rubbed his paws down to cup the pert rump cheeks in his palms and gave them a squeeze. The soft silk of the panties slid along his digits sensuously and she pressed into his hold by slipping her legs to either side of his lap.

Her fingers trailed down his back and the claws teased along either side of his spine until they hesitated at the waist of his pants. Her fingers played there, almost unsure, so he mimicked her touch and slipped his fingers along the top of her panties. He hooked them lightly and wiggled them downwards until the female panther arched up with a sudden rough purr of surprise as they slipped along the curve of her rump cheeks. Her tail lashed and made it hard, but he wiggled them and gave his hips a nudge to have her rise up to straddle his knees as he slipped them down lower and that sweet heady scent grew heavier on the air. His tongue curled around her own and savored her taste as he felt his shorts being loosened and falling along his waist.

It took a moment of awkwardness to shift and wriggle, their lips pulling apart, as they managed to slip off their bottoms. The laughing green eyes smiled up at him as he mumbled an apology when he had to lift her leg up higher to tug the panties off. They were such a lovely color and the make was fine that he just knew they would look lovely on anyone who wore them. His ears darkened red at his secret urge to wriggle into them and the thought was chased away by the hot eager kiss of the female and her hands slipping back around his back. Her hips straddling him until he could feel his cock pushing up against the plush heat of her belly. It was so strange feeling the hefty girth rubbing against her, larger than what he was used to for sure and more sensitive as her hips rolled up against him.

The wetness of her mound brushed against his orbs and he whimpered against her lips while moving his paws to knead lightly against the curve of her rump. His fingers squeezed and caressed lightly as she gave another grind forward and he lifted up to meet her. Slippery precum spilled out of the tip to rub along her belly lightly as they moved against each other. Their scents sweet and eager to his nose, so strange he couldn't pin point them, but he enjoyed them none the less. He slipped his hands up finally to peel the shirt off her. His lips pulling away from her muzzle to dip down and run his tongue along the underside of one of her breasts and moved all the way to the revealed perked nipple. His lips caught the nub until she whimpered out and arched her back, the softness of her sex rubbed a bit higher until he felt the kiss of the wetness against the base of his shaft.

He blew out a hot breath around her trapped nipple and dropped her shirt to one side carelessly. His paws regained their hold against her rump cheeks and gave a light tug to pull her higher up into his lap. He could feel her soft lips rubbing higher and higher onto his sensitive cock while he resisted the urge to squirm. He finally curled his toes against the ground and concentrated on suckling around her nipple while he moved her. The thickness of his glans slipped down along the curve of her belly and dropped lower until it brushed right against the soft slick folds. The heat catching along his tip before some of the slippery precum bubbled up to trail over her softness. He felt her tense just a little and the start of her saying his name when he dragged his rasping tongue right over the peak of her nipple and the words turned into a moan.

He let his paws relax on her curved rump and almost immediately she started to drop down into his lap. His tip spread the heat of her folds open and hot tight walls around him drawing a groan while he rocked up beneath her. The rippling passage clutched about him as he began to sink inch after hot inch into her body and her legs trembled to either side of his hips as he rubbed himself inside of her. He could feel the fleshy barbs of his tip tugging lightly along her inner passage, each draw back made them clutch and pull around him tighter as he eased in deeper. Her lips pressed against his ear and the soft hair tickled the edges of his cheeks as he slipped her nipple free from his muzzle and nuzzled in to the other one. His breathing coming faster as she suddenly dropped into his lap.

Her cry was so sweet to his ears as she hilted him inside of her. Biscuit jerked his hips up to bounce her slightly as her soft rump rubbed right against his orbs before she lifted herself up. The barbs flared open to tickle her passage, the sensation so unique to the changed rat that he whimpered and fluttered his tongue against her nipple. Her body moved in graceful rolling motions against his lap, his paws holding the curve of her rump as he rocked up to meet each drop of her hips. Her walls spread and contracted around him, spreading the slick heat over his girth even as he added his own pre. The slow joining of the hips meshing together in long smooth strokes that rocked the bed behind them. He could dimly hear the head board thumping against it time and again.

The female panther's paws moved to push against his shoulders urgently as her hips started to buck harder, each thrust forward making him groan out in pure pleasure. The push against his shoulders coaxed him to lay back on the bed so that she straddled his hips and ran her paws along his chest. His eyes widened and Biscuit bit his lip in pleasure at watching that sleek body rocking above his own. Her breasts bouncing and the nipples were glistening before he looked down. The dark red of his shaft plunged into her dark folds time and again while he bucked beneath her and cupped his paws against the spread of those lovely hips.

Her paws curled against his chest as she moaned out a sound that might have been Jacob's name as the steady bucks increased in speed. He could feel his orbs pulling up tight as he tried to hold back, but the clutching squeezing walls were too much. His back arched up as he started to buck her against his lap and his lips drew back. The paws on his chest tightened as he heard her cry out and he lost his attempt at control. He cried out as his shaft pulsed and throbbed inside of her. The walls closed so tightly around him as the first hot rush of his seed spilled into her warm unprotected passage. He saw stars as he pulled against her hips to seat her firmly against his lap as he flooded her with panther seed. His heart pounding in his chest and suddenly his vision seemed to blacken as he heard Jacob's name called out above him.

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"Holy freaking hell, who is this guy?" Jacob threw another set of panties onto the ground and flopped onto the bed. "Why the crap does he need all this?! I just want a pair of briefs!"

The hotel room was scattered with clothes as the changed panther tried to find something that would give him any indication of what was going on with him and a normal set of clothes. He'd pulled out panties of all different colors and textures and sizes. From little g-strings to French knickers that were edged in lace, but not a single pair of normal briefs. It made him growl, but the sound didn't even come out right when he used the rat's throat. It was bad enough he had been forced to shove the glasses back on his nose to see because the body was almost blind without them. There was only a little consolation that he'd been able to strip off the gaudy beads and the tight shorts that had showed off way too much. It had been such a shock to pull jeans down and find himself wearing a pair of tight yellow thongs that he'd nearly forgotten his problem.

"What am I gonna do?" He buried his head in the soft pink paws and flattened his ears down. "How am I even gonna explain this? I don't even have money since I picked his pocket!"

The answer came in a dark rush of dizziness that nearly made him sick. His stomach turned slightly and his vision blurred worse than it had when he'd taken off the glasses. He jerked his head up and tried to stumble to his feet, but he couldn't move. The darkness rose up and wrapped around him, it swallowed his consciousness and sucked him down before he could do more than whimper in fear as it happened. The sensation of sitting, of the cloth under his rump and the scent of the sterile hotel room was suddenly lost in utter sensory deprivation for the span of a few heart beats. The panic rose up, but he didn't even have enough time to form a whimper before he surged into consciousness again.

"-best big brother ever." A femine voice murmured in his ear thickly and his body was covered with warm curved with.

Jacob nearly jerked her off him as he surged fully awake and his nose was flooded with the hot warm scent of sex and female on the air. His hands were wrapped around Jessica as she laid over his chest, her body limp and spent. And her form wasn't the only thing limp and spent. He could feel her walls still wrapped around his softening shaft and the slight wetness of his seed escaping around him. The scent of her heat was flooding his muzzle and it was oh so obvious that they hadn't even bothered using protection. And his sister was all too happily snuggled up against his chest without a care in the world that he might have impregnated her. He? Whoever had been in his body!

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Biscuit sprawled out in his rightful body and stretched out on his bed. The jazz from the bar outside of his hotel drifted in as he stretched and all but purred to himself. This had been the best vacation EVER!