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Early fall sent leaves skittering down along the edge of the Mississippi River and a cold chill chased away the humidity that was so much a part of life in the south. It was sweetly scented with a hint of autumn and it made Tamara lean with her back against one of the rocks and sigh out in pleasure at the familiar scents. It had been so long since she'd experienced true fall or anything close to it. Ever since she'd moved to the south she'd found herself trapped in weather that was either hot as all hell or so humid that her fur felt flat. Today was the first time her fur was fluffed up and she almost wished she'd grabbed a long sleeved shirt before leaving her house. Almost, but not quite. She loved the feel of the fall weather and wished that it would stay. Even the thick fog cover that made it impossible to see more then a few feet around her was welcome.

The lynx was born and bred from the north where such weather was commonplace and snow was even more common. Many times she had to remind herself what it felt like hiking through knee high snow to get to the corner store or how it felt to dig out her car in the early morning just to get to work. Other times she just wished it would feel like this more often and she could come out and enjoy it. The weather was the only thing she didn't enjoy about the city. It was the only reason she felt any real stabs of discontentment in a life that was rather nicely perfect. She had a good job and the city itself was a treasure trove of old alley ways, strange buildings and legends that she loved to chase after. It had an old world field that made her feel as if she was living a part of history.

The lynx picked up a twig from the ground and started to break it between her fingers as she stretched out her legs. Her roommate had been annoyed and then weird about the fact she'd gone out in the early morning hours to walk in the fog. The slender raccoon had all but told her that she would end up in trouble if she went tromping around when the fog was so thick. It was insane, it was stupid, it was superstitious in the extreme. She'd been in fog all her life and liked the intimate feel of it and the otherworldly sensation of walking through clouds. Nydia, her roommate, had nearly barred the door when she'd snagged up her sneakers and made for it.

"It's Creole's Fall, don't even think it." The raccoon had pushed her back against the door. "The fog rolls in sometimes in the fall and that's when he's out there. He can only come when the fog is thick and heavy enough that the sun can't chase it away. That's when the barrier between the worlds is thin enough for him to be more then a whispered spirit. He and Judgment wander the river pathways where he was killed searching for a mortal to take their vengeance on..."

It had been so utterly stupid, so utterly insane that she had dismissed it all. Tamara had been around the south long enough to know that they had the strangest set of legends that she had ever experienced. She'd heard the Creole mythos half a dozen times from friends that had been raised in the area. It all stemmed back from when the slave market had been down along the river and someone had caught runaways to sell at market. One of them had been Creole, or at least that was the name he had given. When they'd tried to capture him the men had been forced to kill a massive snake that had appeared and attempted to kill them. The death had sent the slave into a stupor as he reputedly mourned the beast and hadn't even struggled as they hauled him to the slave market with the corpse of the slain serpent.

When they'd arrived they had started to butcher the snake and desecrated the corpse as a rough sort of joke, but that was when Creole had broken past his stupor and attacked them. The stories were all different. Some said he was killed before he said anything. Some said he never attacked but started chanting and cursing. Some said he had been stabbed and uttered his curse on his dying breath. Some had him an innocent savage slave others had him as a Voodoo priest. Whatever had happened, the slave had been killed along with the snake and both dumped into the river. The next week a massive flood had come and washed away the slave market entirely and a legend was born. Over the years they talked about the fog bringing him back to the land of the living so he could punish the living.

"Stupid superstitious idiots." She muttered and threw her stick in the fog. To spite her roommate she'd gone directly to the patch of river where the slave market had reputedly been, though there was little to see after Katrina had torn away the old dock.

The lynx tucked her chin on top of her knees as she stared down at where she could just make out the river lapping up against the shore. The rocks broke up the waves before they rolled backwards towards the fog. It was a gloomy day for most, but for her it was beautiful and restful. She half closed her eyes and followed the pattern of the water as she dismissed her annoyance at her roommate from her mind and concentrated on simply enjoying her day off. She listened to the wind that skittered the leaves over the ground, the water as it rushed towards her, the mournful sound of the ship horns blasting out from somewhere downriver, the soft scuffing noise that was muffled by the fog and the clatter of metal.

The last sounds made her long ears flick back against her head and she looked about as another scuffing noise passed closer by. :A peaceful day indeed, cher.:

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The voice blew through the trees and sent a tremor down her spine as she scrambled to her feet and felt another cool tickle of the wind whipping around her and curling along her legs. The scuffing noise came closer as the fog roiled and twisted in the winds. She blinked a little and tried to concentrate on the fog as she frowned.

"Who's out there?!" Tamara called out and the words were muffled by the fog. It would be just her luck that people liked to hang around to pull pranks.

_:Me.: _ The voice answered back and the fog roiled again restlessly before something dark appeared against the pale misty clouds. The shape grew more solid as it stepped forward, but it was shaped wrong and strangely.

"Didn't know anyone else was here... I'll just head out.." She swallowed a bit, but was proud that her voice was strong and steady. She wasn't waiting out here to find out some ass liked to place ghost.

:Don't go, we been waitin' for ya, cher.: _ The voice murmured as she turned and nearly ran head first into a broad bare chest. _:Bon, bon, sweet cher. Been waitin' fer ages it seemed.:

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Tamara jerked back as she stared up at a face with a long skull patterned face with black edges that curved up to form a grin. The eyes were ringed in black and so dark that they were nearly lost against the fur. The creature peered down at her and she noticed, with a bit of manic laughter, that feathers were clipped to a bone cuff around one of the massive two foot horns that arched from his head. She didn't go more then a few steps before the dark hand moved out and brushed just beneath the curve of her chin to hold her in place. She nearly embarrassed herself with a scream right then and there, but she realized two things. The touch was warm and alive, and the skull patterned face belonged to an oryx.

"Jesus, you scared me." The lynx flicked her short tail and the soft oryx's lips parted in a grin of amusement before the fingers rubbed higher along her cheek.

:Oui, Ah know..: _ He drawled out and stepped forward again. _:Judgment, she be the one, eh? Sweet an' disbelivin', young and fertile?:

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:Yessssssss....: The second voice came out in a sighing hiss that reminded her of the sound of leaves being pushed along by the wind. And that's when she realized that the words weren't being spoken aloud!

"Oh god.." She stammered, but something large reared up from the oryx's shoulder and turned into a massive hand sized head of a snake. Golden slit eyes watched her as the creature twisted and writhed so that a large emerald green body formed wrapped around the oryx.

:There be no god here, cher.: _ The oryx let out a laugh that sounded more like a bark. _:He be abandonin' da kind like we two.:

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Tamara jerked back, but a hand reached out to grip her forearm and pulled her in close so that the oryx's face loomed closer, but it was the snake's that drew her attention. She was pulled up close enough that she could feel the warm living body that denied that it could be a ghost and found herself regarding alien eyes. The snake's form twisted around its master until the scales glimmered with a rippling of what looked like light as the head slipped closer towards her. Her heart beat started to pound against her chest as the snake's tongue flickered out to touch against her cheek in a feather light touch. The oryx's, Creole's, hand moved to grip her around the waist as the weight of the snake started to wrap around her.

:Sssso eassssy to give in.: The voice whispered through her mind as the scales glowed and rippled before her eyes. :Sssso eassssy to relax in the ssssilence.... Sssso peaceful...:

:Oui, ol' mother river be rollin' down to the ocean an' the wind rustlin' the trees.: The oryx's voice purred through her mind as the weight of the snake twisted around her and wove it's way between them.

The lynx trembled from nose to tip as the words spilled into her mind and rolled through her being as they spoke one after another in rich vibrant tones. They didn't say anything that she could object too, except for their touch, instead they traded off as they spoke of the leaves falling from the trees and the glistening river hidden beneath the fog. Through it all she found herself watching a portion of the snake's coils as it pulled away from Creole and towards her. The middle of each scale was dull emerald, but towards the edges lights flashed and flickered so that they caught the light and glittered right over her muzzle. She found it hard to look away from them, she found it hard to concentrate on anything but them. She swallowed roughly and the words started to slowly lose sense.

It was so lovely out, so beautiful with the fog cushioning the world and making it seem a part of the heavens come to earth. The sweet scent of the fall soil being turned up was in her nose and how could she possibly be here alone? Why was she sitting beside the river with no one at her side? Why was she sitting with no companion by the great fertile mother river that twined its way through the heart of the country. The river carried everything within its waters and delivered them to the ocean and she would mourn that a single female sat alone without another to enjoy nature. She found her eyes hooding slightly as the glistening scales stroked over her arm and her body began to relax. The words rolled through her very being in hissing and purring tones. No one could see in the fog, they were alone, they were secret, they were hidden. No one would know anything of what happened here, they were entirely alone.

:Oui, cher, oui. Alone an' back in time.: _ Creole murmured as the weight of the snake started to slide away from her inch by inch. _:Ya were never bred fer this life, ya were bred for forests an' trees an' other days. The fall should quicken the body, not exhaust it. Lettin' nature roll through you and awaken something.:

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:Yesss...here...: _ The second voice answered and she felt a brush of a wedge shaped snout brush against her belly. _:The river givesssss life to the land, but you... you give life in other ways.:

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The snake spilled from her body until she heard the great coils slipping along the ground and her body was pressed against the oryx. His voice purred through her mind even as thick fingers slipped upwards to run along her sides and pushed her backwards. She was wild, she was free, she was a creature of the forest and land. The heat that built inside of her should be slaked and taken, not ignored and shoved away. The words he spoke weren't just words, but sensations as the blood rushed through her at a faster pace and she felt her cheeks flushing. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a muted noise as her body was pushed back into some of the newly fallen leaves that gathered against the bank. She knew she should get out of here, she knew something was wrong, she knew something about this situation was terrifying, but the thoughts died before they truly came into being as the heat of a muzzle bumped between her legs.

The hot breath puffed out against her jeans and she trembled slightly when she felt a wet tongue scraping against the ridge of her pants and grinding the seam against her folds. It was surprising and she moved her hands down with a rough cry as the oryx repeated the powerful stroke of his tongue. A tingling formed under the push of his tongue as the heat seeped through her jeans and to the softness of her mound. It wasn't a slow warmth, but a fiery stab that slammed into her body on a breath of magic that made her arch up and cry out in a louder pitch. Her stomach cramped down and she felt the blood swelling her folds against her pants in a way she was familiar with, but never in this way. She twisted and tried to pull back only to feel the fingers gripping her shorts and pulling them downwards.

:Nah, cher, don't be runnin'. Just know how good it'll feel ta have it taken care of. Ta have it quenched.: Creole's voice teased her as the material was pulled downwards even as the heat grew and her body was pushed into estrus whether it was her time or not.

Those words! She wanted to pull away from them, but his voice was like newly made taffy. It was tacky and thick and clung to her mind so that it fogged everything. She could barely work her lips when she felt the tongue suddenly pushing up and rubbing right along her inner thighs. The tongue tip curled upwards and pushed against her bare folds as he stripped her shorts from her and the silken appendage curled right against her clit. The lynx moved an arm back and found herself gripping a part of a tree as the hot breath puffed against the outer lips only making the growing discomfort worse, but wonderfully so. She could even feel her own wetness growing as the damp pad of the nose nuzzled upwards and flipped her shirt up.

She didn't know this thing! She didn't know if it was real, a ghost, illusion or hallucination. She struggled in that fog of suggestive words and was sucked under again as her shirt was peeled off to reveal the soft fur covered mounds of her breasts. The oryx's horns clattered as the beaded feathers clattered against the base and his nose leaned down to lick hotly against one of the nipples. He swirled in slow circles before the soft lips wrapped right around the tip and pulled it in over his tongue. Tamara dropped her hands to grip at the middle of his horns when he sucked hard around the nub and her entire body arched upwards to press his muzzle a bit more fully against his muzzle. She didn't care, she didn't care if there was something wrong, the touch made the warmth grow to the point that her eyes unfocused.

:That's right, doesn't matter, cher, nothin' matters save tha' heat an' need.: The voice murmured through her mind coaxingly as flat teeth grazed right over her nipple.

The lynx squeezed her eyes shut and squirmed against the leaf strewn ground while something hot and slippery brushed against her upper thigh. A hot drop of wetness drooled out and splashed against her fur just as fingers moved to press against her swollen mound and coaxed her legs apart. She bit her lower lip and sucked in a breath as she felt the touch on such a sensitive area and shifted her legs apart as Creole directed. She didn't think, she didn't think at all as a hot slippery tongue rolled back and forth against the tip of her nipple and slowly popped it free with a wet noise. The pale cream colored body loomed over her and she opened her eyes to watch as the tapered dark red cock brushed right above her mound. The wet precum drooled out and spilled downwards along her mound as the creature pushed her leg up to wrap around his waist.

She had a glimpse of the liquid black eyes before the oryx's hips dropped downwards and she felt the boned cock tip nestling right up against her outer lips. Part of her knew she should stop him, part of her knew what that cramping need in her belly meant, but it didn't matter. The whispered words and growing lust blocked out the rational part of her mind as an all too real glans pushed right against her opening and the hands moved to grip her hips. Her leg tightened around hips before she let out a high wild sound when the oryx bucked forward. The bond cock tip sank into her silken passage and the enflamed lips were forced to spread open around it as it plunged into her heat. Creole let out a barking sound of pleasure as her inner walls clamped down tightly.

The lynx leaned forward and lightly set her teeth against the curved shoulder as inch by inch he plunged into her. The walls stretched open wide and the smooth glassy flesh stroked and caressed her in ways her own fingers never could, not when she was in heat. She'd never tried this when she was in season, she'd been too scared of getting pregnant, but that didn't matter now. Nothing mattered except the slow sound of the river and the feverishly hot spire that plunged into her quivering body. A hot splatter of viscous precum splashed into her just as the hips jerked forward and the heavy ovids clapped up against her upturned rump. One of the oryx's arms moved to wrap around her shoulders as he pushed himself in deep enough she felt a sharp stab right against her cervix.

His hips pushed there for a moment and the pressure continued to grow as she panted out in short shallow gasps. The world seemed filled with whispered voices and flashes of color before he drew backwards nearly half way and plunged forward again. Her body was rocked against the leaves and pushed against the soil as he hilted inside of her again and ended at her cervix before dragging out again. She muffled her cries against his shoulder as the overly sensitive walls were caressed and stroked as they were pried apart. The internal muscles contracted down so tightly that he had to struggle to thrust forward each time he drew out, but when he forced himself in she felt sparks of pleasure rushing through her.

Tamara lifted a hand up and wrapped it around the warm smooth horn to brace herself as her hips were rolled forward and she heard a baritone bark rumbling from the creature's throat. The next thrust was hard enough she nearly squealed out as the boned tip nearly sank into her cervix before he yanked out. Her back arched upwards as the buck pulled backwards only to drive forward again. Her body was shaken against the ground as his hands gripped behind her and a blast of heat pressed against her neck where his flat teeth nipped against her. The drooling precum mingled with her own wetness as she arched her back against him at the apex of each of this thrusts and heard her own short feral noises. Whatever part of her that had tried to struggle past the hypnotic suggestions was lost in the sensory pleasure of being taken this way.

Every nerve was alive with desire. Each pull backwards caressed through her, while the bucks forward forced a new poignant pleasure upon her as the tip bruised and forced open her cervix before pulling back again. The fertile opening being spread open as the roughness of his thrusts did what the shape of his shaft couldn't. The trigger made her body cramp down and she whimpered softly as within her she released one of the ova that would ensure a fertile mating. She didn't care that the spike of need made her nearly impale herself on him. Her breathing came out from parted lips as the thrusts grew harder and shorter against her so that the heavy swell of his orbs hit up against her with loud clapping sounds. She moved her fingers down until she felt the curve of his rump as the buck slipped his arm free of her back and pushed his hands down against her shoulders.

She opened her eyes to see him thrusting above her and, at a glance down, she saw the hardened red shaft flashing in and out of her swollen lips. The sight made her buck upwards harder as she started to tense up. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers dug down a bit harder and she leaned her head back with a feral sounding cry. Her walls clamped down hard just as the slender tip wedged itself into tight opening of her cervix and her orgasm crashed over her. Her walls pulsed and milked against her as he struggled to pull backwards and drew himself nearly out of her quivering trembling body before he drove himself forward as if he were a feral. His hips slammed up and drove the breath from her lungs as his barking cry rang in her ears.

There was the briefest moments of pain as he pushed nearly into her womb, but the pleasure pushed it away as a pressured spray of hot cum erupted out of him. It flooded her as she jerked upwards and her walls sealed down around him to keep it from escaping her. The tip held her cervix open as thick glop of cum after thick glop splashed out and forced millions of sperm into her vulnerable body. There was no barrier to stop it, no pill to prevent it, nothing that could be done to take it back. Tamara arched and cried out shallowly as she pushed herself up and felt the balls heaving as another hot rope was flung out and overfilled her. Creole's head dipped down as his black padded nose twitched with each breath and his form began to relax above her. His lips were parted as he panted and lowered his head towards her own.

_:Merci, cher, tis a gift..: _ The oryx's voice whispered through her mind before his lips pressed against her own in a gentle soft caress. She leaned into it with her eyes closed and heard the hissing sound of coils against the ground from somewhere in the fog.

When she opened her eyes she found herself naked and laying on the ground. Tamara trembled slightly in and blinked her eyes in confusion as she struggled to sit up and winced at the bruised feeling of her loins. The fog was still thick and heavy around her as she looked around and tried to figure out what she had been dreaming and why. Everything seemed like a dream, a far off dream that she couldn't quite figure out. She moved a hand to her muzzle where the lingering touch of Creole's kiss could be felt and stopped as she glanced down. Her mound was still partially spread, the outer lips slippery with her arousal and something thick and creamy oozed out from between them. The lynx swallowed as her mouth went dry and she reached a hand to her belly. It was a dream, it had to be a dream.

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"A fine bouncing boy." The doctor beamed down at her as Tamara panted and felt the wet strands of her hair falling along her eyes. Her body ached from the effort of giving birth and she felt as if she were about to pass out. "A lovely boy at that. Such markings!"

The nurse helped her sit up, though her body was still numb from the hip down. She gave a tremulous grin over at her roommate who had acted as her coach and accepted the squirming blue blanket wrapped babe into her arms. She cradled the little life and pulled him in close. In the months since her time at the river, she had never quite believed what had happened. It had been strange, but no more strange then many dreams that had ended with her wet and aroused. A voice had seemed to whisper it was only a dream and it had been so terribly easy to listen to that voice. It was only afterwards that she'd felt doubts, and even thought of terminating the pregnancy. But something... something had held her back. Something had made her stop. A whisper of a voice in her mind as week after week she grew.

The lynx pull the blanket down to see the snub nosed kitten writhing against her breast and the small chubby hands moving out. The fur was still damp from birth and his ears were flattened against his head, but already she could see the striking colors. The white streaks ran along his nose and the curve of his cheeks. The black at his cheeks formed a strange pattern that ran along the edges of his muzzle. It was distorted by the shape of his face and with his short nose, but she could see the strange familiarity that made a cold chill go down her spine. A grinning skull face patterned muzzle looming over her, the sharp stab of something hard plunging deep within her body.

_:Merci, cher, tis a gift: _ The last whispered words in her mind before she had awoken from that strange dream of a creature that had died centuries before she'd been born.

"What'll you name him, ma'am?" The nurse peered down at the chubby kitten and Tamara swallowed a bit before looking down at the damp face again.

"Justice, his name is Justice." She murmured and brushed a finger against his cheek lightly to feel his head turning towards her touch. At the mention of his name the bleary eyes opened and tried to focus on her.

_:Oui, cher. Justice.: _ A voice echoed as if from far far away as she sat up in the bed and cradled the babe.