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Coal Black: Trading Pieces

Officer Lisa Bridges was not happy. Ever since that incident last week, things had been strange about the department. Private Vedlosk in particular had been acting strange. He would leave work early almost every day, and often smelled of sex. Then there was her commander, Jimmy and her partner, Anders. They had become consumed by the incident at the Wilson building. Both of them vanished for hours in the evidence room or the files, pouring through computer records, digging through story after file after dead end. As far as she was concerned, the case was a simple rape.

Odd, of course, that the vic hadn't been able to identify his aggressor. Even more odd that the rather opinionated and angry lawyer wasn't pushing very hard to have his rapist found. Then there was the strange case of the Tod who swears he's a missing vixen! The whole thing was more than she wanted to think about. The melanistic leopard fem rubbed the pinched bridge of her nose, trying to work the tension out. "This whole situation stinks..." she said to no one in particular. Of course no one was around, she was alone at her desk pushing the paperwork Anders and the LT should have been dealing with.

With a sigh, she pushed herself back from the desk and slumped in to her old office chair. "Enough of this," she grumbled before standing. "I need a drink."

She stopped by the records room and leaned in. She saw Jimmy's coat tossed over a chair at one of the microfiche machines, so called, "Hey LT, Anders is already gone so I'm taking off early today. Be in a bit early tomorrow, alright?" The only answer she got was a grunt of affirmation from somewhere amongst the rows of filing cabinets full of papers and film.

If the leopard had bothered to go look, she'd find her commanding officer with an evidence bag with a vial inside marked bio-hazard. The dalmatian was sitting on the floor, rubbing a bulge in his pants and trying not to moan out as he felt the effects of the vial's contents. Just the smell did this to him every time, though he dare not touch it directly. Not yet. He heard the door close and allowed himself a desperate shudder as he orgasmed, blowing his load in his pants. He was ashamed of what he'd been reduced to doing several times a day. But he had to figure this out... and experiencing what the victim did was the first step! Or so he reasoned away his tampering with evidence and exposing himself to a dangerous material.

Stepping out into the exhaust tainted air of the parking garage, Lisa took a deep breath and smiled. It was less oppressive out here. She loved the smells of the inner city, cars and concrete, dust and life. For her, the very air pulsed with the life that thrummed on above her head, below her feet, and along the streets at all hours of the day. With a spring in her step she headed down the stairs to ground floor and onto the street, dressed in plain clothes and happily off duty. A pair of tight fitting jeans that accentuated her hips, a simple gray halter top fit over her modest chest, a baggy and faded old red hoodie, and her long black hair tied into a braid, she cut a rather rough figure. Dangerous beauty, she liked to think as she followed down the concrete blocks from work to her favorite bar.

As the leopard stepped from the growing twilight into the smokey dusk of the bar, it took only a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She was a creature of the night by design, after all. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, from the familiar face of Bruce, the lithe lizard tender who was the owner's son, to the burley rhino who was serving as the bouncer tonight. He was one of a few who rotated through, and since she never made trouble she never really learned their names. Familiar scowls, familiar grins, the crack of of the cue ball slamming into a freshly racked set of pool balls, the stink of stale beer and drowned sorrows. Yeah, this was her crowd.

With a sway of her hips, she approached the bar and settled herself down. "Usual, Bruce," she said without looking at the gecko. A tall mug of beer was set in front of her, yet still she did not look at it. Her eyes was on the game. The two creatures playing knew what they were doing. The tall gator in the dirty overalls seemed to be winning over the flying fox, but it was a close game. Ball after ball sunk into the pockets, some of the shots called. With a lazy grin, she grabbed her beer and took a long swig, heedless of Bruce tucking a small satchel into left pocket of her hoodie. She was also heedless of the glassy look in her long time friend's eyes as he did so, or the shudder of pleased satisfaction that passed through his frame.

The game ended and a new one was racked up rather quickly. She continued to drink her cheep beer until the large mug was empty. "Hey Bruce, another," she said, eyes still locked on the pair. The mug clattered against the bar top and she grabbed it. She stood and made her way over to get a better look, grabbing one of the high stools at a near by table. Her tail swished back and forth as she watched. It was almost hypnotic, the way they kept hitting ball after ball, setting up shots for themselves but also blocking shots for their opponent. Before she realized it, her beer was empty again and the game was over. A roll of cash exchanged hands, the alligator handing over the winnings he and the bat must have agreed upon before she entered. Sure it was illegal, but after a game like that who was she to spoil their fun. Besides, she was off duty.

"That was quite a game," she commented off hand, getting both the attention of the gator and the bat. Both grinned, but it was the large lizard who responded first.

"That it was, lil'miss. Y'all enjoy the show?" The thick southern drawl made it clear the male was no local. "Would y'all be interested in a game?" he asked as he offered a que to the leopard. "Just a friendly one, I assure ya."

Lisa found herself nodding her head and slipping off her seat. She took a quick swig of her beer before taking the cue. "Name's William, but everyone calls me Bubba," the gator said as he started racking up the balls. She grinned. "Well Bubba, I'm Lisa and while I'm not nearly as good as either of you, but I'd love a game."

"Well, since yer the new player, why don't yew take the first shot?" The gator pulled the rack away, leaving the balls ready to strike. Lisa lined up a shot. The break was clean and frenetic, balls flying all over the place until a single striped ball fell into the side pocket. And so the game went, Lisa and Bubba trading blows. He did surely out class her, but her mistakes often set up difficult shots that prevented the large alligator from winning overly quickly.

It was a foregone conclusion, however, when the eight ball fell that it was Bubba who made the shot. The large aquatic just tipped his head and saluted with the que. "That was quite a game. Y'all've got some promise. What're your plans tomorrow night?"

The feline looked up with a bit of surprise and annoyance. "Pardon?" her tail started lashing quickly.

The big gator put up both hands. "Nothing like that, miss. ah just was wondering if ah could catch y'all for another game. Ah'm in town for anotha few weeks and would like a more regular opponent."

Lisa couldn't fault his reasoning. If he was going to be here for a while... why not? "I come by here almost every day. I think we could make this a thing, yeah." Still, something was niggling at the back of her mind. Some little voice of protest so minor and tiny she brushed it aside. Nothing wrong with a friendly game of pool, after all.

Bubba just grinned broadly. "Well miss Lisa, ah look forward to seeing you tomorrow!" The gator paid his tab, then left. Lisa watched him go... something was still murmuring at the back of her mind. Brushing it off, she drained her own beer and paid her tab.

The night was rather uneventful after that, her walk home quiet. Still, she couldn't get the big gator out of her head. She finally reached her apartment and slipped inside. Once there, the deadbolts were closed, the chains secured, she wandered to the kitchen. Sure she was full of liquid bread, but a quick microwave pizza later, and she was happily watching the news.

With her hoodie discarded over the back of her chair, she never noticed the small hand made pouch fall from its pocket and land in the pocket of her jeans. An hour went by, then two... the soft flickering of late night TV kept her lulled to sleep as the token began to go to work. In her mind, in her dreams, she was no longer lithe Lisa. She was big, and strong and proud and her LT was hungry for her. The dream had them kissing slow and long, then doing other things, more carnal things. The only oddity, the only thing that made the dream more surreal than her commanding officer being her lover, was that her clit was huge... it throbbed and stuck out from her so far, and felt so good being sucked upon.

It was the first crack of day light that woke the dark furred feline. Still clad in her clothes from the previous night, she could only blush as moments of the dream replayed themselves in her head. A quick flight up the stairs in her town home and into the bathroom later, she was peeling her soaked and dried panties off, as well as her jeans. Flashes of the dream came unbidden, causing her to moan before sinking to the floor. It was strange, sure, to feel a dream that intensely afterwards.

Chalking it up to not getting laid in a couple months, the feline slipped into the shower and grabbed her shower head. Lifting it off the hook, she spent the next twenty minutes moaning happily as she worked the tension of that dream out of her system. So caught up in her self worship, she didn't catch that her clit had grown larger, sticking out further than it had just the night before.

The precinct was unusually calm when Lisa arrived that morning. As usual, Yuri was looking like he partied all night long and winced when he sat down. Jimmy was looking worried, and Anders was nowhere to be found. Typical. She started on paperwork right off, filing forms in anticipation of an actual patrol today. Two hours later, she was walking her beat. Sure, she had the squad car parked up the street with Anders parked in the passenger seat, but she'd rather walk than drive. He was deep in his research into the investigation besides.

The neighborhood here was known for being a bit rough. Rough neighborhoods knew how to keep things out of the eye of a cop driving by. But a woman out for a jog? Who' suspect? She worked through a routine, though was careful not to exhaust herself. After about an hour, she found herself turning a corner into an alley. Her sex was wet. No, not wet... soaking! The small wrapped pouch in her pocket warmed as she stopped behind a dumpster and unzipped her jeans. She leaned back aginst the wall and started to finger herself. It was different even from this morning, her clit so HARD. She shuddered as she rubbed herself. She couldn't stop herself. What if Anders came looking?

Lisa couldn't think about that now, not with her clit throbbing and screaming to be touched. She pinched it in her fingers, only to realize there were over two inches of it to rub. With a drunken groan, she started stroking her engorged, oversized clitoris. Within moments, she was rubbing three inches of incredibly sensitive flesh. Her breathing grew labored and her muscles tensed. No, they weren't tensing, they were growing! With a desperate cry, she came, gushing fluids all over her hand and panties.

The feline's senses came back to her fast and hard, hitting like a slap to the face. What was she doing? She ripped her hand from her sex and quickly looked around. No one had seen her, good. Carefully she stood up and made her way from behind the houses and out onto the street. One faked trip later, she had smeared the remnants of her pleasure onto someone's grass. Still though, that nagging feeling in her loins wouldn't fade. That clit was still pounding away. Something was desperately wrong.

She needed a drink.

Anders had not spent the hour in vain. In fact, he had not spent the last week in vain. He was starting to crack it. The lithe white mouse had found something he shouldn't have. Documents on government experiments on pheromonal control, mind alteration, physical transformations via viral body agents... walking conversion machines. Super deep black shit. The logical conclusion of what the conspiracy theorists were calling the 'gay bomb'. He never told anyone on the force about his after hours vigilante hactivism... No, but now? Now it was happening in his town! The mouse sat in the cruiser, borrowing WiFi from a local open network... and a few not so open ones. Cracking them was easy. Almost as easy as losing Bridges for a couple hours.

Fingers flew across the keyboard, his custom built linux image using the low power laptop built into the cruiser as a launching point for servers he had hidden all over the world as bounce points. The only fingerprint he left behind was his presence in IRC channels and Tor chats. Augur, as he was known online, was a ghost save for his comments and leaked documents. This time though... well, he was in unknown territory. He had been there when the LT uncorked that sample bottle. He had felt the draw of it, the need growing in his loins. The potency inside that little sample of genetic material was undeniable... and undeniably dangerous.

Anders nearly lept a foot in the air when Bridges pulled the door open. A quick scripted hot key and the computer was rebooting, all evidence of his tampering wiped. "That was faster than usual," he said, looking over at his partner. "hey... Lisa, you ok?" He knew that look. He saw it on his own face when the effects of the drug like fluid wore off. He saw it on Jimmy's face on a daily basis. But she didn't seem compromised... not yet, just exposed. "You look like you saw a ghost!"

Lisa turned to her partner, almost forgetting he was there. "Oh, I just... I tripped and took a bad spill," she lied as casually as she would give the weather. "I just need to get back to the office," she said more truthfully. "I need out of this heat."

Back at the precinct building, Anders found himself having withdrawal... maybe he should go... sneak that vial once more? Just a sniff? A couple drops of the stuff? No! It was made to be addictive and he was already caught just by his one exposure. He knew the LT was deep in the throws of the addiction. He'd caught his superior masturbating more times than he cared to think about. Not that he had a problem with it, but... he worked with the dalmatian! It wasn't proper.

Bridges had left almost as soon as they got back. She was starting to show some odd behavior, but she hadn't been exposed any more than he had at the site of the incident. Not like Yuri. Josh could no longer trust the husky for anything. Except maybe a blow job! That made him snicker as he logged out of his personal access point and prepared for the night. He would blow this whole damned thing wide open if it was the last thing he did.

Lisa was back at the pool hall. Bruce had her tab open and she was shooting alongside the gator. Bubba wasn't her type, yet for some reason his presence and coaching was reassuring. Hidden deep in her panties her clit had grown further, and every time she made a shot it sang with pleasure. She barely let it show, or so she thought as she continued her game. It was hours that she played, hours of pleasure and booze... By the time the night was done she was swilling beer and belching like some slob and she didn't care.

"Brrraaaaaaarrrrp!" She let fly, having gotten into a contest with Bubba and a green dragon who looked more like he belonged in a western, all dressed up in chaps, a bola tie, and a ten gallon hat. The three of them were downing anything carbonated now to see who could out belch the other.

"eh, I'd give that'un a nine!" the big gator scored.

"I'd have to agree. Still can't pull of a ten, Lees," the dragon agreed.

Lisa was feeling kinda... funny. She'd not drunk this much in an age. She felt... good! She leaned over and hugged up against Bubba's round bellied frame, grinning. "Yeah, and you've never broken a seven!" She accused, pointing at the dragon. The feline was purring deeply, not conscious of the fact she was grinding against the rough textured hide of the big gator.

"ah think," Bubba cut in. "Y'all've had enough miss. Cummon, lets get you home." The large scaled male took hold of Lisa's hand and put an arm around his shoulder. He winked at the dragon before he left with her in tow. "Now, which way to yer place, miss Lisa? I can't let you stumble your way home alone, now can I?"

"I can handle myself!" Said the black leopard defensively. "I'm a cop, fergodssakes." She tried to push at Bubba, but got nothing but a grunt from the surprisingly solid male. Fuck he smelled good. Why did she think he wasn't her type? What was her type?

She found herself at her own door, the big alligator helping to hold her up. "y'all gonna be alright alone tonight?" he asked, concern written across his face.

"Sure. Nothing coffee and a buncha aspirin can't fix!" she said with a lopsided grin. She wanted to invite him inside. She wanted to tug those overalls off his sexy body and shove his dick in her mouth. But she only just met the guy! Even if she felt awesome around him.

"Well, if yer sure. Ah'll look for ya tomorrow. Try not ta drink so much," the big gator said before turning and heading back the way they'd just come. She stared after him, realizing she was incredibly horny after seeing him. Mmn, maybe she could rub one out before bed.

The next morning, Josh was worried. Lisa'd shown up earlier today than yesterday. She looked physically different too. The mouse scowled at her increased muscle mass. He could smell her constantly, just like the LT and Yuri. It made him want her badly. But, he had to be strong! Augur dug through the net from a utility closet today, patched into a more secure network so he could further scatter his tracks. More information, more reason to worry about his partner. He left his hidey hole and found the feline.

"Hey Bridges, want to come down to the gym with me?" he asked off hand. "I could use a spotter on the machines." it was part of their regular routine, twice a week he'd get the much more fit leopard's help working out. He intended to use it to observe her, to perhaps see just how far she had gone. Had he been in a clearer state of mind, he might have never suggested it.

Twenty minutes of working out had lead to Lisa's musk having filled the room. It was not only intoxicating, but mind numbing. By the time Josh was using the bench press, he didn't think about the fact that she had her crotch in his face, or that he was breathing deeply and tenting his workout shorts. No, all he was thinking about was doing what he was doing and drinking down the scent above him. He'd never really expressed interest in men or women, but here he was, blatantly shoving his face in his partner's crotch. Alarm bells were going off all over his mind, but they were easily ignored for this heavenly scent.

His mind didn't even register the throbbing flesh ridging her panties and sweats. In fact, his mind didn't register he was licking it through the jeans from base to tip. Lisa moaned above him as he laid under the at rest bar, his shorts slowly spreading a darkening stain from the tip of his bulge. No, all that registered was contentment. The mouse boy pulled his hands from the bar and instead framed Lisa's hips, the big feline's hide flicking and tensing under his touch.

For her part, Lisa wasn't thinking much either. No, all she knew is that her partner was pleasure, and she had to have more. The black furred leopard pulled back from the questing mouse's muzzle and huffed. She set herself down at one of the vertical machines with a towel and pulled her sweats down. The bulging shape of a cock over eight inches long jutted from her crotch, where her now fused cunt once rested. The bulges of growing testicles showed how far along her conversion had come.

With a staggering shuffle, Josh approached Lisa, his shorts pulling down over his own modest endowment. Six inches of pink mouse meat were exposed to the air, fully baring his scent for Lisa to draw in. She bared her teeth as he pressed in close against her flat chest, nipples still quite fat under her halter top. Pink cock rubbed dark cock, the uncut organ of the leopard sliding against the quite kosher sausage. Both of their eyes met, and for a moment there was a flash of understanding between them.

That moment passed as quickly as it came, Josh's eyes growing glassy and distant as Lisa's pupils dilated. Their lips met as the two males frotted with each other, grinding erect manhood to erect manhood. It was unlike any pleasure either had felt. Wisps of green floated from the pocket of Lisa's jeans, entrapping both bodies in tendrils of softly glowing energy. The loose strands of green tightened around them both and their bodies arched as the energy settled into their bodies.

Lisa was the first to move after the infusion of energy. Her hands firmly gripped Josh's ass, lifting the mouse with supernatural strength. Her muscles bulged under her hide, growing and swelling as she manhandled her partner. Their eyes never left each other's face as the mouse lifted high. His ass spread around the thick girth of the now ten inch organ sprouting from his formerly female partner's loins. With a low groan the mouse hiked his pink fleshed tail high as the thick cock parted his ring. His slightly buck front teeth ground against his lowers, jaw clenched tight.

Josh could not hold back the pressure, he could not resist the pleasure. With a sharp draw of breath, his jaw fell open and his ring relaxed, accepting his partner's throbbing cock. That momentary falter came with a powerful rush of pleasure, one that had a long stream of pre shooting from his painfully erect cock and all over the belly and chest of his partner. He draws in another sharp breath as Lisa dropped him again, inches filling his virgin backside.

"Josh," Lisa growled out, voice deeper than normal. "Ngh, you have such a tight ass," he growled out. Yes, he... he felt much better about the changes now, not scared. He didn't need a drink, he needed Josh! A snarl slipped from his lips as he pushed down, driving the smaller male into his lap. The feeling of Josh's balls against his crotch was perfect. "I'm gonna fuck you cross-eyed, mouse," the large and growing feline growled. A powerful surge of motion lifted Lisa's hips off the workout machine and drove Josh into the air. Both of them howled as they landed back on the machine with a clatter of protesting metal and loose adjustment pins.

The whole towering metal structure shuddered each time they landed back upon it. Lisa launched Josh into the air again and again until the mouse found himself and started to bounce of his own accord. Eyes still glassy and distant, Josh groaned out, "Oh, fuck... Lees... fuck me harder!"

This caused a momentary pause before the growled response came back, "Les... Not Lisa... Lesley..." the leopard had no idea where the name came from, but it felt comfortable as it rolled off his lips. "Lesley, Josh." The mouse's eyes closed and he moaned.

"Les..." the mouse repeated, only to press his face forward into the larger feline's chest. Both of them were lost in their own world, the smell of sex flooding the room. Wisps of green energy leaked from under the door as the two drove themselves towards climax, creeping along the floor, trailing along the walls, wafting over the ceiling. It crossed males and females alike, shifting their perception subtly. There never was a Lisa... Lesley had always been the leopard's name. No one should know anything changed.

It reached everyone, everyone except the husky Yuri and the dalmatian James. No, as the green fog attempted to caress them, it was repelled by another power. Both canines opened black eyes as the wave of green passed over them, leaving them unchanged save for the notion something was terribly wrong. The same power was rooted also,deep within Josh, partially shielding his mind even if it could not fully block out the invasive power drilling him from behind.

The two potent energies warring in the young mouse had an effect neither force who set them free could have perceived or expected. Josh's loins swelled, yes, but so did his awareness, his mind. The once cleaver mouse found himself thinking faster and faster, the moments of pleasure starting to slow down as his thoughts spun out of control. Faster, faster, faster! Every powerful thrust of the feline before him seemed to take tens of minutes, every pulse of pleasure in his belly and swelling cock lasted minutes instead of mere fractions of seconds.

When everything Josh was experiencing finally caught up with itself, he was unable to hold back the tide. A foot of cock in his ass and ten inches of his own jetting all over the massive male he was riding and worlds of pleasure beyond anything he had ever known mixed into thick jets of mousey seed splattering across Lesley's chest and chin, hitting the dark feline square in the jaw several times. At first the eruptions were pearly, but they soon took on a soft green glow. Again and again the mouse shot his load, until all of his partner's chest was dripping with his softly shimmering semen.

Les on the other hand, was still going. His hips kept pounding on Josh's ass as he felt his mind taking a back seat to the desire. He barely felt his balls swell as they slapped off the mouse's still lithe rear. No, what he did feel was the hot cum blasting his chin and the desperate need to feed the mouse his own load. A snarl and a few moments were all it took to set the feline over the edge and have him explode into his adorable mousy boy. Jets of sloppy, thick seed flooded the mouse's rump in even greater quantity than he'd laid upon the feline's chest.

Josh groaned as his belly began to expand lightly with the supernatural load filling his gut. Magic... he could never have comprehended it before it touched him. Magic, not technology, was the root of this infection. Magic that had touched his technical mind and expanded it beyond a normal mortals' comprehension. Even the expansion of his belly would have broken his analytical mind, his grasp of science and physics a hobble to the real truth of things. It didn't stop it from feeling amazing, no... in fact, knowing what was going on in his body only enhanced the pleasure. A soft green glow filled the whites of his eyes, a green glow flecked with swirling patterns of black darkness. "Oh Les," the mouse groaned before the sensations finally overwhelmed his mind fully and he lost consciousness.

Lesley felt Josh's head hit his cum soaked chest and grinned. Slowly he stood, a good two feet taller than he was before and towering well over seven feet with his ears. The huge feline carried the unconscious five foot mouse with one arm and his steel hard cock, feeling his new balls sway as he stepped into the shower. He had no idea what just happened, but he had no intention of being caught.

Two blocks away, the long and heavily painted snout of a rather large gator was peeled into a smile. The scene in the precinct's gym faded from the wavering surface of the water in the large wooden bowl upon his altar. Bubba Vaudou, last son of a line of potent aligator voodoo priests, was quite pleased with the outcome of his little experiment. Painted nails plucked an ancient looking quill from an ink pot on his ancient but well built altar.

Dozens of candles provided plenty of light as he placed pen to parchment. "My dearest Coal Black... the next move is yours..." he began, chucking low under his breath as he felt the magical link to his new pet flood with renewed pleasure as the two new lovers resumed their lovemaking in the gym's showers.

Yes, this city was ripe for the taking.