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By Danath

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Commissioned by RayO_ElGatobelo

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"And so I'd just like to take a moment and thank the good senator here for being such an outstanding friend to this state's booming oil industry. Without him, our company wouldn't be able to invest in this fine area and bring to it new opportunities and prosperity."

The speaker was Aries Schwarz, a consultant and lobbyist from Texas. He looked every inch the part of a smooth talking used car salesman in his light brown blazer, black slacks, and white button-up shirt. His blue tie had a large white star at the bottom of it. He was reasonably fit for a middle-aged white guy and wore a large Stetson on his head, as if afraid people wouldn't realize he was from Texas. He adjusted the big belt buckled hanging on his waist as he stepped to the side to make room for Senator Phil Astley.

For as much as Schwarz looked like a lobbyist, Astley looked like a politician. Overweight and balding, he preferred an ugly comb-over to losing his hair with any semblance of dignity. He huffed into the microphone, smiling at the dozen or so reporters watching the PR event for Lone Star Oil and Gas. The event was to announce the company had been awarded a lucrative contract in North Dakota's oil fields. Lone Star Oil was notorious for violating or ignoring regulations whenever it showed up to drill for natural gas and was fighting several lawsuits over its fracking practices, so the award was controversial. Aries was here to ensure the press didn't get the wrong ideas - that is, ideas he didn't tell them to write.

The press conference was held at the Republican headquarters in Fargo. They were in a hallway in front of a large state flag and pictures of past Republican presidents and notable North Dakotans. A scenic picture of the Dakota badlands hung off the podium. Embedded in the beautiful landscape, unobtrusively, was a drilling rig. The Lone Star Gas's company logo was parked in the upper corner of the image. It wasn't based on reality, but a prop designed by Lone Star Oil's PR department to show how nature-friendly the company was.

"I am absolutely thrilled to announce the partnership between the state government and Lone Star Oil," Astley said, launching into a five minute spiel about the opportunities and revenue this would earn the state.

When he finished, a few reporters shouted out questions, asking whether the large tax cuts given to the oil companies were detrimental to the state's financial bottom line, or whether unsafe practices would be monitored by state regulators. Astley ignored them as he beamed for the camera and shook Schwarz's hand.

They left without answering any questions, herded away from the reporters by María Flores, a beautiful Hispanic woman who worked for Schwarz and was currently sleeping with the senator on the side. She'd started as Schwarz's secretary in New York and had been with him for many years. Her affair with Astley was one of the reasons the portly, long-married senator was so keen on ensuring Lone Star Oil and Gas received the contracts.

Out of earshot from the reporters in a small side room, the two men shook hands once more.

"You got those rooms at the Hotel Torgeson?" Astley asked. "Best place in downtown. Got a hot tub up on the roof."

"Yeah! I sure appreciate the gesture, Senator," Schwarz replied. "You're staying there this weekend too, am I right?"

María slid against Astley's side and forced a smile as the overweight politician put his arm around her wide hips.

"I am! Won't be heading back home until tomorrow. Wife's getting a little anxious to see me, but one more day won't hurt," he said, gripping the woman beside him possessively. "Hard to turn down an invitation from the lovely Ms. Flores here."

"I'll see you at dinner then?"

"Yep - made the reservations already and-"

The three were interrupted when the door to the room banged open. A tall, thin man with long blonde hair strode inside. Reporters crowded around the door to snap photos as Astley quickly detached himself from the woman and moved away to stand next to Schwarz.

The strange man with the high cheekbones reached into his pockets and pulled handfuls of glitter out. Without saying a word, he threw it over the politician and lobbyist. María screamed and dove aside.

"Support gay rights! Protect the environment!" he shouted, as two security guards rushed into the room and tackled him from behind.

The reporters shouted questions as the two men stared at each other. Astley looked furious - his face turned a deep shade of red. Schwarz played it cool and laughed, brushing off questions as he urgently pulled Astley out the door with him, through the crowd.

"Excuse us, folks," he said. "Seems like some people just don't like progress."

María followed them down the hall, holding up her hands to stem the advance of the cameras as the two men went into the restroom.

"God damn it," Astley muttered. "Fucking perverts. Freaks!"

He let out a few more choice words about the glitter-bomber as he shook his head, causing glitter to fly out of his patchy hair. Schwarz took off his jacket and shook it out.

"Forget it, Astley," he said. "Don't get angry in front of the cameras. You get angry and they win."

"Yeah, whatever. Look, I'll meet you at the restaurant at six. I'm going out the back and getting cleaned up at the hotel."

"See you there, partner."

The politician huffed his way out the back door of the restroom. Schwarz took a few moments to clean himself up before heading into the hallway, where María was pointedly refusing to answer questions.

"All right, now let's just calm down," he said, glancing out the hallway window where he saw the strange man being loaded into a police cruiser, handcuffed. "I don't mind the occasional protest and I don't think he intended to hurt anyone."

Reporters scribbled in notebooks furiously as he spoke.

"I'm sure the senator and I can agree that we won't be pressing any charges - no harm done," he said, laughing off the incident. "It's just a shame people feel the need to resort to such crude methods of having their opinions heard! Especially since today was about my company investing in this fine state. Lone Star Oil and Gas is a family company and we're proud to be invited to participate in the North Dakota economy."

Schwarz kept talking, affecting a stronger Texas accent as he went. He was originally from New York, but found the Texas accent was wonderful at opening doors or setting people at ease. It was just so damned easy, he thought, smiling at the reporters. Bunch of rubes. That Astley was no better. He'd never a met a man he could buy off more easily.

With María close at hand, Schwarz soon left the building and got into the waiting town car, which drove them to the hotel. It was a nice four-story building right in the heart of downtown Fargo, though Schwarz thought it looked like a dump.

"Pah! North Dakota... what a miserable fucking place," he said as María opened the door and a blast of cold air rushed in. "How many more days do I have to be here?"

"You get to leave next week," María said, holding her jacket tight around her shoulders. "I've gotta stay until next month to keep that fat slob happy."

"Just remember the bonus you'll be getting once those contracts are signed. As I recall, it's not the first time you've slept with someone to get ahead. It worked on me, remember?"

María rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to be at dinner. The less I see of that fat fuck, the better."

"Fine. Just make sure you're in his room tonight. I want him to have good memories of today and forget about that idiot protestor."

María nodded and headed for her hotel room. Schwarz did the same, trailing glitter as he went. A shower and change of clothes later and he was presentable once more. He wore blue jeans and a light blue flannel shirt under a black blazer - casual, but still business. Replacing the Stetson on his head, he checked the time - it was only 4:30. An hour for a drink at the bar, maybe scope out whether North Dakota girls were any good, and then it was off to dinner with the state senator.

* * *

Dinner went well. Schwarz entertained Astley, telling him stories about Texas and oil drilling and the deals he'd secured in other states. He played up Astley's role in all of this, praising him extensively for how he managed to sneak the bill through the legislature with very few questions asked.

Astley, for his part, basked in the praise. He felt like a big fish at the moment and he was enjoying it. Wheeling and dealing wasn't totally new to the senator - he'd been in the legislature since the '80s - but with the oil boom, they were starting to see some big-shot lobbyists and getting the special kind of treatment people in power receive whenever there was money to be made.

"Tell you what, Senator," Schwarz said, withdrawing two cigars from his jacket pocket. "I heard there's a hot tub up on the roof. What say we order a few drinks and get to celebrating in style?"

Astley took one of the proffered cigars and smiled. "Sounds good to me, Mr. Schwarz."

It was a cold, clear night. A full moon shone down on the roof of the Hotel Torgeson. Schwarz had reserved the tub ahead of time, so they were alone up on the roof as they changed into swim trunks and got into the hot tub. Aries kept his white Stetson on - he rarely took it off when out in public.

"You know, María will probably be waiting for you in your room tonight," Schwarz said as they puffed on their cigars. "She's taken quite a liking to you."

"I've taken quite a liking to her! First Mexican I've met that's worth a damn," Astley said, chest puffing out with self-grandiosity.

She's Puerto Rican, you inbred hick, was what Schwarz thought. But out loud: "Well, we won't dally here too long then, I suppose, though I have to admit, it's a nice night for relaxing in a hot tub."

Despite the cold chill of the late October air, it was warm on the roof. Steam rose from the hot tub as lights inside turned the water different colors, slowly moving from green to blue to red to purple and back again.

Neither man spoke for several minutes as they relaxed, each enjoying a job well done. The contract would be lucrative for Lone Star Oil, which meant Schwarz would get a hefty bonus. Astley was a lock for re-election: not only could he claim to have brought millions in business to the state, but his anti-gay marriage ads were playing incredibly well in his district. Today's glitter-bombing, on reflection, could elicit a lot of sympathy and get him even higher numbers. His district wasn't competitive anyways - gerrymandering had ensured he'd have his seat until he died in office - but it was still nice to know he'd never have to answer to his constituents so long as he fed them a steady diet of pabulum.

"You know, Aries," Astley finally said, "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship."

The two men laughed loudly at the joke and clinked their glasses together, lit cigars loose in their fingers. Aries stopped suddenly, however, and a funny look crossed his face.

"You had the steak for dinner too, right?" he asked, reaching into the tub to press his palm against his hairy belly.

"Sure did. Pretty good. Why do you ask?"

"Don't know for sure, but I think it gave me indigestion."

"Now that you mention it," Astley said, scratching the back of his neck, "I'm feeling a little strange as well."

Schwarz puffed on his cigar again as his left hand absently scratched his chest. He felt itchy all over. He looked down and saw a patch of purple on his chest at first he thought it was just the lights from the hot tub, but then he realized it stayed purple even when the water changed color.

"What the..."

He rubbed at his chest again and realized the patch of purple hair was spreading outwards from his sternum. He pulled at it and grunted - yanking was not a good idea, as it was definitely hair growing from his own body. The hair got longer as he watched and he stood up, eyes wide, as it spread more quickly, growing in over his shoulders and stomach. His lit cigar fell from his fingers, landing with a splash in the tub.

Senator Phil was experiencing much the same, though he was growing in long pink fur instead of purple. His eyes glazed over as he squirmed in the water, breathing heavily. The cigar hit the wood deck and rolled into a puddle of water, extinguishing itself. He thought he was having a heart attack, a hallucination or something, maybe a stroke, and he reached for his clothes, trying to get to his cell phone. Pulling himself out of the tub, his flabby belly flopped across the wood platform as unbelievable pressure pushed out of his backside.

He let out a groan of pain as something flexed, growing from his tail bone. Looking back, he was shocked to see a thick, fluffy pink tail, with just a bit of white fur at the end.

The changes accelerated for both men. Schwarz fell against the side of the tub, groaning and twitching, as the purple fur spread further over his body, soon creeping up his neck. His cowboy hat fell off onto the wood beams, but he ignored it as he reached up and felt two fuzzy ears on top of his head. His chest contracted, squeezing itself smaller, and his gut pulled in. His thick legs shrank as he lost several inches in height, and as he grabbed at the edge of the tub, he discovered his fingernails sinking into the new dark purple fur. Claws, rather than nails, scraped down the tub, scoring the plastic.

Astley's body changed even more dramatically. He clutched at his sides as, with every gasping breath, his body flexed inwards, shrinking just as Schwarz's was. Bright pink fur exploded along his arms and legs. The hair was several inches long. Lying mostly naked at the side of the tub, it grew in dry and fluffy. His pink tail twitched as his hips cracked. The swim trunks he wore were normally pretty tight around his oversized stomach, but now, they hung loosely.

Schwarz realized he was panting for breath as his jawbone retracted. He reached up to feel his face, terror in his eyes, as he felt whiskers against his fingers - cat whiskers, just like the feline his wife had at home. He stared at his arms and hands as the dark purple fur covered the last of his bare skin and licked his lips, feeling the new roughness of his tongue.

The terror faded as the transformation completed. He pulled himself out of the tub and swung his hips to the side as new emotions replaced the fear he'd felt. Aries had to admit he felt incredible. His body was lean now, skinny and slightly buff. His arms were toned, his stomach flat, his legs tight. He twisted around, more flexible than before, and admired his pert purple bottom. He experienced a moment of consternation when, after dropping his shorts, he couldn't find his cock among all the long, thick fur around his hips, but a squeeze on his new sheath brought forward the meaty shaft, which was almost as long and thick soft as he used to be hard.

Astley's changes finished around the same time as Schwarz and the differences were even more dramatic. He used to be the same height as Aries, but was now almost half a foot shorter. His chest and belly were scrawny, his hips slim, his ass a perfect bubble. He wasn't as muscular as the purple cat, as tall, or quite as hung, but he thought he looked much cuter. His long pink tail swayed to and fro as he got to his feet, letting his loose trunks fall to the wood under his bare feet, and ran his paws down his stomach to his sheath, exploring the new largeness of his maleness. He found he was purring as the long, pink member pressed into his palm.

The purple cat was similarly exploring his new body and giving his plump new sheath a few good squeezes, working the base of his thick pink maleness and heavy, palm-filling nuts. He noticed his Stetson on the ground. The cat reached down and picked it up, flipping it over onto his head. It was a little large now, but he cocked it at an angle and grinned at the pink feline from beneath the wide brim.

"Hey, cutie."

Phil looked up, ears rolling forward on the top of his head. Between the pointed pink triangles, a shock of white hair draped over his face, covering one eye. He brushed it back with a paw and smiled as he looked at Aries. The purple feline was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen and his cock twitched, flopping against his thigh.

"Hey yourself."

Aries licked his lips again as his eyes ran up and down Phil's changed figure. The pink cat was so cute! Slim, feminine, and with the most fuckable rump he'd ever laid eyes on. His cock lifted up into the air, swelling despite the cold night.

"How about we go to my hotel room, hot stuff?" Aries said, stepping closer to the pink feline.

Phil stepped in close as well, nostrils quivering as he inhaled Aries's scent. The wind blew a strong gust against them and he reached out, sliding his small, effeminate paws through Aries thick chest fur.

"Only if you promise to show me how good you are with this big ol' thing," he purred, reaching down to give the purple cat's length a teasing stroke.

They were outside the hotel room two minutes later. It was only by luck nobody saw them as they rode the elevator down, groping and kissing the whole way. Aries pushed Phil against the door, muzzles locked together, hips grinding, both fully erect, as his paw fumbled with the keycard. He finally got it open and the door swung open. Aries forcefully pushed Phil inside, grinding him up against the wall as the door swung closed.

The pink cat moaned and shuddered, tipping his head back as Aries put his sharp new teeth to work. He growled with lust, incredibly aroused by the pink male's tight body and squirming hips, along with the sounds he was making... his cock throbbed in the patch of white fur at the center of Phil's belly, almost ten inches long and quick thick. It was bigger by far than his old cock and the way the feline's fuzzy pelt rubbed over it made him groan with need.

Phil wrapped his legs around Schwarz's hips as the two transformed men made their way into the bedroom proper. No longer old white guys, they were now hot, skinny felines, completely enamored of each other, unable to resist their urges. Phil, the straight Republican, anti-gay to the core, found himself on his hands and knees in front of Aries, eagerly opening his muzzle around the other male's thickness. He reached back, legs spreading, and wrapped a paw around his aching cock as the length slipped over his tongue, filling his small, cute muzzle. Phil grunted as he squeezed his cock. It felt amazing in his paw. It was so much bigger than before, almost eight inches, and it throbbed warmly against his pads as he bobbed his head, using his other paw to squeeze Aries's shaft.

The question of why he was doing what he was doing never entered Phil's mind. The transformation had changed more than his body - his entire outlook on life was different. He was consumed with thoughts of big cocks, furry bodies, and even dancing, shopping, and partying, things he'd never have thought of before. Before, his idea of a good night was missionary with María. Now, he found his ass clenching at the thought of getting pounded on by Aries.

Schwarz's outlook was much the same as Phil's, though the slight, skinny feline had a more dominant streak to him. He growled as he felt the warm muzzle around his cock and humped forward, grinding the tip into the back of Astley's throat. He was much too big to fit his whole length in that that mouth, of course, but that didn't stop him from trying. And from the way Astley was sucking his cock, there was no doubt the pink-furred butt-slut was just as eager for it.

"Mmfff... I hope that hot ass of yours is as good as your muzzle," Aries said, grunting as his swollen shaft throbbed against Phil's tongue. The pink feline closed his eyes and moaned in response, letting the cock fall from between his lips.

Aries gripped himself by the base and slid his shaft along Phil's lips, smearing pre-cum and saliva into his pink fur. He pressed his meaty shaft over the feline's face and shuddered as he heard the pants and moans that followed. Phil felt the stalk cover one eye and he released his aching shaft to get both hands around it. Holding it tightly, he lifted his muzzle and licked at the tip, kissing and moaning as the head spurt a few more drizzles of pre-cum over his tongue.

Aries felt his tail whipping back and forth behind him as his nuts churned. He growled hotly, teeth bared, and shoved Phil roughly onto his back. The pink feline fell onto the bed, legs spread, cock laying over his belly. Aries pounced, grabbing Phil's wrists and pulling them up, holding them to the sides of the pink feline's head. His hips dropped, grinding his length along Phil's belly. The pink cat moaned and writhed beneath him, legs spreading farther around the purple feline's knees.

"Oh, yeah... mmmffff... you're so big!" Phil gasped.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna stretch that tight little hole of yours 'til you beg me for more!"

"Ohhhhh, God damn..."

Phil's paws reached out, clutching at the purple catboy's shoulders, while Aries maneuvered back, lining his swollen, dripping length up under Phil's white-furred nuts. The pink feline didn't quite moan, but rather mewled longingly as the thick tip pressed forward.

"Gonna show you how we do things down in Texas!" Aries exclaimed, reaching up to grab the top of his hat. "Better hold on, sweetie!"

Aries pushed forward, grinding his tip past Phil's clenching ring. The pink cat tensed and gasped, eyes going wide, claws snagging Phil's fur. He arched his back, legs going into the air, as inch after inch of thick pink dong sunk into his tight body. Aries pressed one palm flat to Phil's chest, holding the squirming cat still, as he held his hat with his other hand.

"Just... like... riding... a bucking... bronco," he gasped, pumping his hips into the groaning, moaning, squirming male beneath him. "Squeeze that ass, kitty!"

The schlurps and squelches echoed in the room as the ten-inch shaft plunged in and out of Phil's rump, spreading him wide. The pink feline gasped and wriggled, pressing into Schwarz's paw as the slightly larger feline speared him.

Aries sunk in deep and reached out for Phil, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him. He dropped his knee around Phil's left leg, straddling the catboy's thigh, and lifted his right up into the air, holding it against his chest. Phil purred as warm heat spread through his body, finally relaxing around the prodigious length stuffed inside his tight rump.

With his new leverage, Aries thrust even harder. He looked down, watching as every fat inch of his ten-inch pole disappeared between Phil's pink-furred bubble-butt. The moaning feline couldn't stop clenching and squeezing around the huge tool and Aries grinned, white teeth glinting, ears tipped forward to catch every moan.

"Oh, fuuuuck... harder... harder!"

"You want harder, you little slut? You got it!"

Aries tightened his grip on Phil's twitching leg as he slammed in deep, bucking forward, jostling the pink feline's entire body. Phil reached up and back, grabbing onto a pillow and hugging it to his chest and face, muffling his moans as his tail hole stretched and burned. His cock thwapped against his belly as the purple cat pounded on him, violating him, taking his virginity with ruthless force.

"Tell me how good it feels, kitty..."

"Unnnggg... so... good! Fuuckkk... mmrreeoooww!"

"You ready for my load, pinkie?"

"Ummmmfff!"

The purple cat's arms flexed as he leaned in, pushing Phil's leg back, forcing the cat's limbs to stretch farther than they ever could back when he was a human. He pumped in hard and deep, holding his shaft there as the pink feline's body squeezed and milked his erection. After a few moments, he closed his eyes and moaned, crooning loudly as his cock pumped heavy shots of cum up the pink cat's tail hole.

Thick seed splurted back out, soaking down Schwarz's faded purple balls. He ignored it as he resumed thrusting, groaning and moaning as his orgasm reached its peak. He reached down and grabbed for Phil's cock, but it took only a few strokes before the pink cat was spurting all over his paw and the bed.

"Yeah... you like my cock, don't you?" he growled, teeth clenched, body tense.

"Mmmmfffff!"

It was over all too quickly for Aries, who pulled out and let Phil's leg flop back onto the bed. The pink feline gasped for breath as his pucker closed, squeezing around nothing at all. Cum drooled out of his rear as Aries rolled him onto his back and straddled his chest. His half-hard cock flopped against Phil's muzzle and the pink feline grunted as purple knees squeezed his upper body.

"Open wide, cutie... I ain't half done with your hot muzzle..."

Bright blue eyes went wide as the length pushed inside. He tasted cum and growled, before Aries pushed in deep enough to cut off his breathing. The shaft throbbed against his tongue and he tried to reach for the purple feline, but Aries caught his wrists and pushed them up against the headboard.

"No touching for you... just concentrate on working that throat..."

The purple catboy leaned forward, groaning as his length slipped back and forth, hardening again already. His full nuts dragged over Phil's chin, leaving streaks of seed in his pink fluffy fur. Aries lifted his hips, getting better position, and thrust downwards, humping himself easily into the wriggling pink male's muzzle.

"It's gonna be a long, long night," Aries moaned, arms out straight, still holding Phil's wrists up against the headboard. His hips pumped regularly as he muzzle-fucked the slim feline. "Hope I don't wear that nice little tongue of yours out!"

* * *

María was pissed. She'd waited in Astley's hotel room all night, eventually falling asleep fully clothed and half-drunk on a bottle of wine. She woke up when the outside sunlight shone in through the half-open curtains, revealing a light layer of snow had fallen sometime during the night.

"Motherfucker," she said, swinging herself out of the bed.

She grabbed her high heels and stormed towards the elevator, putting them on as she went. She tried calling her boss's cell phone, but nobody answered.

María got out of the elevator on the next floor and saw a hotel employee carrying a stack of clothes. She recognized Schwarz's suit.

"Hey... where'd you get those?" she asked.

"Found them up on the roof. You know who they belong to?"

"Yeah, I know."

She took the clothes and brushed past the employee, who shrugged and headed for the elevator. María knocked on Schwarz's door; when that didn't work, she took out the second key for the room he'd given her and opened it.

The room was a mess. A painting had been knocked off the wall and what looked like scratches were scored across the paint on both sides of the hallway. The bathroom door was closed on the right. She walked into the main room and stared in shock at what she saw: her boss and Senator Astley sleeping in each other's arms.

"What the fuck!"

Her angry shout woke up the two men, who stared at each other in horror as they remembered what had happened during the night. Their bodies were covered in dried, flaky cum.

Astley rolled off the side of the bed, pulling the covers with him. As he wrapped them around his body, Schwarz grabbed a pillow and placed it over his crotch.

"Oh my God," María said. "You're a couple of fucking faggots!" she said, pointing at Astley. "And you'll sleep with anyone! You both will! Oh my God, I can't believe I fucked you! And what the fuck is that!"

María pointed at Schwarz, who looked down at his hips, where a long, purple tail flicked across his lap. Dismay dawned on Astley's face as he lifted the blankets and a long pink tail weaved its way behind him.

The two men spoke up at once, trying to tell her what happened, but she threw up her arms and turned around, black hair flying.

"No! Fuck you both! When this gets out, your careers are done! Freak faggots!"

She ran to the door, stumbled on her high heels, and dropped to a knee.

That's when the bathroom door opened. The tall, thin, blonde-haired man who threw glitter at Astley and Schwarz the previous day stepped out, grabbed María by the arm, and dragged her, screaming and protesting, back into the bedroom.

"Gentlemen," he said, acting as casually as he would were he ordering a sandwich at a deli, "I'm sure you're quite confused by what's happened."

"You! You..." Astley pointed, finger trembling, as he searched for something to say. "You!"

"Yes, me. Did you enjoy my little revenge scenario? I thought the two of you made a very cute couple last night."

The strange man walked over to the television, still holding María tightly by the arm, and opened the cabinet, which had been slightly ajar. He pulled a camcorder out and waved it playfully in the air. Behind him, a long, golden tail weaved back and forth, hanging over the edge of his black slacks. The three humans noticed it and stared in amazement, realizing this was no ordinary man.

"Evidence, gentlemen, and my guarantee you will not revert to your past behaviors," he said, before pocketing the small camera. "Homophobic advertisements... environmental pollution... and sheer, unadulterated ambition at any cost," he continued, directing the last at the stunned woman vainly trying to pull away from him. "My little spell must have missed you earlier. Here... let me fix that."

Pulling his hand back out of his pocket, he tossed a cloud of glitter in María's face. She screamed and lurched away, tripping and sprawling on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Here are the terms of my blackmail," he said, taking a seat in a small, black leather chair next to a table in the corner. The three people stared at him, mouths open at his audacity. "You will transform every full moon. Don't worry, María, you'll understand what I mean in a few moments. I took the liberty of making sure it will trigger more quickly than it did for these two last night."

María was already holding her stomach and gasping for breath as her shoulders drew in. Black fur sprouted on her olive skin beneath her chin and white whiskers pressed outwards from the skin around her lips.

"What the..."

"Please let me finish. You may know the legend of the werewolf? You three are now quite similar, but a bit more feline." The thin man shrugged and smiled to himself. "I must account for my tastes, after all. If you're not here, all three of you, together in this hotel room during every full moon, the tape of Mr. Astley and Mr. Schwarz waking up together goes public."

"What gives you the right..." Senator Astley started, face crimson with rage.

"Nothing. I have no right to do this to you," the man replied as he crossed one leg over the other. "None at all. But neither have you the right to denigrate people like me, or destroy the land for personal gain, or assist blindly in those endeavors by selling your soul for a few dollars."

"But what about-"

Schwarz fell silent as loud purrs echoed through the room. María's head popped up over the foot of the bed and the two men stared in amazement at the former human, now a sleek, sultry black feline. She popped out her claws and smiled, spreading her black lips widely and showing her front teeth. Her breasts had grown larger and the pink nipples stood straight out from her chest, visible as she eagerly stripped out of her short dress.

"What you do is no longer my concern. But I'll keep an eye on you three, don't you worry," the mysterious man said, standing up. "If you try to tell anyone about your transformations, the consequences will be more severe than damage to your careers. Do I make myself clear?"

He didn't wait for an answer before continuing his speech.

"It appears Ms. Flores here has become much like you two were last night," he said, smiling softly. "I don't think she should experience it on her own."

He snapped his fingers twice. Astley and Schwarz immediately felt familiar sensations as pink and purple fur sprouted quickly on their naked bodies.

"Have a good day, and oh... did I mention that if you continue your poor behavior, you'll be stuck this way forever? Might not be a bad thing, really. I could take you home with me. I'm sure you'd enjoy a life of being slutty felines bending over for anyone and everyone I allow..."

The man smiled as he watched María crawl over the bed, stalking the two terrified humans, even as their pelts continued to grow and their bodies changed.

Amafelis closed the door behind him and hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle. He could hear the muffled meows and moans through the door as he placed his hand into his pocket, fingering the small camcorder there. It was always fulfilling to know he was making the world a better place in his own unique way...

The End