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This story containes adult themes and sexual situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted within this story are eighteen years of age or older. This work is copyright Radical Gopher.

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A STITCH IN TIME - pt. 4

It was mid-morning by the time Theodore A. Simons returned to his flat. Though he was no longer soaking wet, his expensive suit was ruined and he reeked of processed waste. He paused, his key poised in front of the lock. As furious as he was, f he went in like this the new girl, Claudia, would have questions he couldn't answer; Questions that, quite frankly he didn't want to answer. It could blow the set up he was working with her. Though unnerved by her recent mugging, she wasn't ready to know the truth of her situation just yet.

He turned around, took out a different key, and went to the apartment door across from his own. He opened it and walked in, closing the door firmly behind him. A voice called from the back room. It was Beth's.

"Did you find her?" It was followed a moment later by the soft padding of feet. A gray and white furred Feli came into view. She was wearing a thick knee-length bathrobe and had her brunette hair wrapped in a towel. Her fur was still damp from a recent shower. She took a frantic step back to avoid crashing into Teddy, involuntarily reaching up to cover her nose pad.. "Good gods! What happened to you?".

"Nothing," the human growled. He looked around. "Where are the other girls?" he asked, eyeing the shapely feline in a way that made her nervous.

"They're out looking for Gwen," the cat-girl replied, more than a little frightened. She'd seen Teddy in this kind of mood before and it never meant anything good. "She didn't come home from work last night and we got worried. Two of your guys are out looking for her as well."

Simons began stripping off his suit, throwing the ruined clothing on the floor. "I'm using your shower," he grunted, pulling out his wallet and keys and slapping them down angrily on a nearby table.

"Do you want me to send the suit out to the cleaners?" she asked nervously.

"No!" he spat. "Throw the fucking thing away. I'll wear the spare set of clothes I keep here." Teddy vanished into the bathroom while Beth got a trash bag and carefully picked up the befouled suit, stuffing it piece by piece into the bag. Tying the end of the bag off, she dropped it in the trash, then went into the coat closet and brought out a change of clothes for the human. These she lay across the back of the couch.

Teddy stood under the showerhead, feeling the warm water as it washed away the filth clinging to his body. He grabbed a bar of soap and began scrubbing everywhere he could reach. He was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around the events of last night. He'd seen it for himself, but he couldn't believe it. That fucking Zorr had turned himself into a dragon, or a gargoyle or something. He wasn't sure what. All he knew was it had literally scared the crap out of him then casually tossed him into the sewer. If he ever met that Zorr again, he'd make sure he had his crew with him. Let that thing just try facing down four or five armed and dangerous bad boys.

He looked around the shower but couldn't find a scrub brush for his back. Scowling, he pushed open the shower door and yelled. "BETH!" A moment or two later the bathroom door opened a crack and the cat-girl timidly peeked in. "Where's the damn back scrubber?"

"It was all worn out," she explained. "Jessica is going to get a new one the next time we go shopping."

"Well, that does me a hell of a lot of good right now." A thought suddenly crossed his mind and Teddy smiled wickedly. "Get in here," he snapped. Nervously, the girl stepped into the room, closing the door behind her to keep the steam from escaping and stood next to the sink. "No, damn it... I mean in here! I need someone to wash my back."

"But... but I... I already showered today," she objected meekly.

"Do it!" he ordered.

Beth obediently dropped her bathrobe and towel on the floor. At only four foot three she was rather petite compared to the other girls. Teddy took a wicked pleasure watching her as she disrobed at his order. Her breasts were small, but pert with nipples that seemed to be permanently erect. She stepped into the shower, eyes downcast. The spray washed over her, plastering her hair and fur to her shapely frame. Picking up the soap, she began washing the human's back, careful not to let her claws scrape against his skin.

Simons started to relax for the first time that day as he felt the cat-girl's paws massaging the soap onto his back. Picking up a washcloth, Beth scrubbed the remaining filth from his back. The herbal scented soap went a long way towards obscuring the stench that had covered him.

"All done," the girl reported. Teddy turned around allowing the showerhead to rinse the remaining soap from his back. Doing so made it impossible for her to miss seeing his massive erection.

He grinned down at the Feli. "Okay, turn around," he said. "Time for me to return the favor."

"Please... don't bother," she nervously tried insisting. "I've already scrubbed my back. I really don't..."

"Don't argue kitten," he said gruffly, taking her by the shoulders and spinning her around. " You were short on last week's contribution and I'm feeling generous."

He pushed her forward, forcing Beth to plant her hands against the shower wall to keep from falling. Picking up the soap, he began running it up and down her back until he'd built up a thick lather. His hands then began working themselves up and down her body, gradually moving lower and lower until they were brushing the base of her tail.

"Teddy... Teddy... Please! I don't think you should..."

Simons ignored her, curling both hands around her tits, roughly squeezing and kneading the nipples. He knew she was frightened of him and would do anything he told her. "Come on, kitten... You can't really think I'd believe you don't like this."

"No, I don't. Please...Please stop," she whimpered. He aggressive pinching and crushing of her tits was anything but pleasant.

"Why?" he asked teasingly even as his hands moved along her rump and grasped the base of her tail, pulling it up painfully so that her feet lifted from the shower floor. For a split second he kept her hanging by her tail.

"MERROOWWWW!" Beth yelped, clamping her eyes shut against the sudden tears of pain and shame.

Simons set her back on her feet so that her vulva rested against the full length of his penis. He rubbed it back and forth across her opening. With each forward thrust the tip slid closer to the entrance of her mound. "Yeah... feels good, doesn't it kitten? Shake it for me... just like you do your clients."

The girl shivered at his touch, trying desperately to avoid screaming or crying. She knew what Teddy would do if she fought him, so she bit her lip and pressed the top of her head against the shower wall. Her ears flattened against the warm tiles and her stomach clenched itself into knots. She felt him position himself against her petals and with one quick, massive thrust he hilted himself.

There was a sharp pain as Simons plunged into Beth's unprepared mound. She screamed, but no sound escaped. Fear had paralyzed her throat.

Teddy grabbed tightly onto her hips, forcing his length in and out, blissfully ignoring the few gasps of pain that passed Beth's clenched teeth. The human pounded into her, venting his anger and frustration for last night's events on the cat-girl. Soap and water provided some lubrication for his powerful and increasingly vicious thrusts, but it wasn't enough. The soap stung, irritating her passage even more and adding to her pain.

Teddy had compared himself to her clients, but he was wrong in his assumptions. Neither she nor Gwen had ever done anything beyond the occasional lap dance. Unlike Teddy her clients understood boundaries; limitations. Given courtesy they had always been courteous and often generous. If they weren't, there were always bouncers ready to handle things. Working in the club, she wasn't afraid. Here and now, alone with him... she was terrified.

Simons reached up and grabbed the girl's wrists, pinning them behind her back. Again she yelped in pain, which only excited him further. He continued his thrusting for several more minutes, his sack loudly slapping against Beth's ass before finally hilting himself. The cat-girl felt his rod pulse within her passage as he emptied himself into her. He pulled out finally, letting go of Beth. She slowly slid down the shower wall to sit in the bottom of the tub, arms wrapped around her legs, forehead resting atop her knees.

Teddy smiled to himself. She was curled up in what he thought of as a position of total subservience. He liked it. Using the washcloth, he quickly cleaned himself then turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried off using several towels, tossing them casually on the floor. "Make sure you clean up in here and turn out the light when you're finished," he said as he left the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he couldn't hear the soft weeping that now came from the shower.

Simons found the clothes Beth had laid out for him and quickly dressed. He felt good, almost as if he were in control again. Now all he needed to do was find that bitch of a Lappe and her Zorr boyfriend. Once they were taken care of he could work on expanding his stable. No one would ever challenge him after they saw the example he was going to make of those two.

* * * *

Victor looked over at his mate as she nibbled daintily at a scone. The sound of running water could be heard coming from the bathroom where Gwen was taking a shower. "Do you really think you should be doing this?" he asked. "I mean you're a djin. Using magic comes second nature to you, but teaching someone else how to cast spells... Is the world ready to have magic reintroduced into it?"

"I don't know," the vixen replied. "It shouldn't be a problem if she keeps her magical ability under close guard the way I do."

"Do you, really?" Victor replied, a playful skepticism in his voice.

"Well... I've been living with you for what, seven months now? Aside from Gwen who else knows of my existence?"

"There's Cypriana and Kurok. They know."

"They don't count," Sapphire insisted. "Who are they going to tell while woven into the tapestry?"

"Point taken," the todd responded. "Speaking of which, have you given any thought to what Gwen might do with the magic you teach her. I mean dealing with Kurok and his mate was all the sorcerous fighting I'd ever want to do."

"Do you remember what color their magic was?"

Victor thought for a moment. "Red, or reddish-black wasn't it?"

She nodded. "Magic is influenced by the aura a spell-caster gives off; the warmer the color, the darker the soul of the mage. The cooler the aura is, the brighter the soul. Her aura is green. I've seen it. So barring a major personality shift, I don't think we've much to worry about on that score."

"I always knew there was a reason your magic was blue or bluish-white." He paused for a moment, thinking. "But as a djin, didn't you occasionally have to use your power in the name of avarice or selfishness?"

"Only at the command of my master or mistress. Being a slave I was bound to their will, so when I was used for less than noble intent, the negative karma attached itself to them and not me."

"I'm sorry," Victor said, looked at his mate sympathetically. "It couldn't have felt good, being forced to do things against your nature."

"It wasn't. But thank you for understanding that." The todd smiled at the compliment, making Sapphire feel warm and happy.

"The question still remains... Is the world ready for magic, even hidden magic?"

"Ready or not, that girl needs teaching," the vixen replied. "More so in fact because is she's a wild wand. The results of not teaching her could potentially have a greater consequence."

"A wild... what?"

"Wand," she repeated. "She's a wild wand. An individual who naturally, and without conscious effort absorbs latent magical essence into him or herself. Most of the time that energy has no outward path to follow, so it simply builds until the person spontaneously combusts. In her case, she sheds this manna in moments of great emotional stress, with unpredictable effects."

"Wait a moment," Victor responded. "You said her aura... her magical energies were green. Was she the one responsible for turning me into a dragon?"

Sapphire nodded. "The ability to absorb and cast manna is what makes a person a mage or sorceress. When the casting is unfocused or unrefined you have a wild wand."

"But how could she have transformed me when she was unconscious... and why a dragon of all things?"

"She probably wasn't completely unconscious," the vixen said. "More likely she was just at the edge of consciousness, barely skirting the meditative state necessary for tapping into one's manna. Intense fear combined with her semi-consciousness to cast out a blast of magical essence. As to why a dragon... It was probably something within her own sub-conscious that combined with something you were thinking."

"Well," Victor admitted. "I was kind of wishing I was big and mean enough to scare that pimp off."

"There you have it," she smiled. "Good old fashion wish fulfillment."

"Wish fulfillment?"

"Trust me," chuckled the djin, "it's something I am quite familiar with."

The todd slid over next to Sapphire, put his arm around her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I know you are, and for that I'm forever grateful." She returned his kiss, leaning into him for a few glorious moments before the bathroom door opened and a frazzled skunkette wrapped in a bathrobe entered the living room.

Separating, the djin looked up at the girl and giggled. "You look like you're having a category five bad fur day."

"I think the fur drier in your shower is broken, Gwen said."

"Sorry... It went out last week and I haven't called building maintenance yet," Victor apologized.

"So how do you dry off?"

Sapphire smiled wickedly and brushed a hand through the air. Blue sparkles wrapped themselves around the skunkette.

"SHIT!" Gwen laughed in surprise... "That tickles!" Within seconds her fur was dried, combed and curried to perfection. Her long, platinum blond hair was done up into a perfect updo with a set of long ringlets hanging down on each side of her face. She looked in the mirror by the door and smiled. "I can see being a sorceress has its advantages." She opened her robe briefly to admire her newly curried fur. She could see the two Zorrs in the mirror. The todd looked for a moment, a modest and appreciative look on his face before politely averting his eyes. On the other hand the vixen was looking at her with a mischievous, slightly hungry look. She closed the robe and returned to the overstuffed chair. "So... How soon can you start teaching me magic."

Sapphire smiled; glad the girl was showing so much interest. "The first step, I think, should be to clear you of any lingering doubts or fears."

"How do we accomplish that?"

"Once we get dressed we'll pay this Teddy of yours a visit and make sure he's no longer a concern for you or your friends."

TO BE CONTINUED...