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The Keynari smacked his lips, watching her from the window of his SUV again, leaning back into the leather of the drivers' seat. Shadi was wearing his favorite pair of scrubs today- the green ones that matched her personality so very much. Earthy, lively and soft... Her large, tan furred tail was swinging back and forth as she looked over her shoulder, hesitating by the foot of the stairs that lead up into her apartment. The feline's large, fennec like ears were swiveling atop her brown hair, as if listening for something... After a moment, she turned, and retreated into the 'safety' of her home.

This was the third week he had found himself outside of her apartment complex, not that he hadn't been watching her since they had been children- but it had been innocent back then. Now it was something far more sinister. His eyes just seemed to wander with a will of their own to her every time he knew she was there, and even some times when he hadn't realized she was as well...

It had been like this for a measure of years, since they had gone to school together. Hell, they even graduated in the same class, but regardless of all the advances he had made on her back then, her parents had always chased him away from her, strict with their rules that as long as she was in their home, she wouldn't date. Still, it did not stop him from watching her wistfully...

He had eaten lunch with her every day, and would fight for the privilege of carrying her books to her classes for her, having sprinted from his class all the way on the other side of the school so he could meet her outside her own, just to make sure no one else offered to escort her to her next lesson. Not that anyone ever challenged him for her- not many of the other male's in their high school appreciated wholesome girls like her, girls who they knew wouldn't be turning up their dresses for them, and it was a damned good thing, too. He might have gotten in one fight to many if they had been.

Isiat had gotten into a few angry battles with his classmates back then, just for them giving her long, wondering looks, and he knew they were wondering what it would be like to 'defile' their schools 'goodie-two-shoes'. He knew, because he had many of the same thoughts. He wasn't a very large male- but he was clever; a crafty vulpine, and when it came to the fine young feline he had set his eyes upon. For her, he never fought fairly. He had been nearly expelled from school for using a carbine-hook from the gym to knock the front teeth from a jock who thought to try and lift up her skirt when she had been walking down the hallway. He wasn't sure what he would have done if someone made a real advance on her... Nobody had tried after that.

He served as a friend and a guardian for her, from third grade up until the day they left the public school system, but she always kept her chastity, and her insistence that she loved him- just not how he wanted her too... and that she had many things she had to do with her life before she could focus on a mate, and relationships and the like. That had been fine with Isiat; he was nothing if not patient...

Now? He was just flat out stalking the poor feline, like a fox on a quail. She'd been a beautiful child, but as she had grown, so had his... appetite for her. She was no slender feline by any means; plump and short, with the sweetest, most innocent face he had ever seen on a sentient being, prone to blushing and nervous giggles... with a flair of wide hips, and a perfect paw full worth of breasts adorning her chest, she was by far a diamond in the rough of this town.

Shadi was what you called an 'Amasii lioness', in other words, 'Way too good and high in society for the likes of you', as he had learned from her family. Their species was prone to being religious and reserved, and raising up many doctors, lawyers and politicians due to strict discipline that they enforced with their children. They were almost always upper class families, and many looked upon them as 'snobbish' because of it.

Shadi was such a good girl though, always got good grades and always on her best behavior. Isiat could justify his anger at her if she went out and dated other boys after she'd rejected him, or even put him down in a bad way- but his little prize had always been on the strait and narrow, an angel with the best of intentions while Isiat lusted darkly for her. Shadi had always pushed away his more direct advances on her with a quiet giggle and a brush of her paw, and not wanting to force himself on her, he had always backed down... But each time he'd gone a little further before he did. One of the last times he had, his entire paw had been under her dress and in her panties before he'd let her go, the little feline breathless and shocked at him. He'd berated himself for it afterwards, but at the time, he knew he would have gone all the way if she didn't stop him...

As if sensing his growing hunger for her, she had gone off to some fancy college in the south to get her nursing degrees as soon as she had gotten out of high school, learning to help people and completely leaving Isiat behind. Once Shadi was gone, Isiat found himself having lost interest in the women around his city. All of them were far too easy prey, and already defiled otherwise by other men, or just with minds as filthy as his own. He had no interests in such women, traps, cheerleaders, the whores... and that was likely why he had never been in a relationship that lasted longer than what 50$ would buy him at a motel. After lusting after his little angel for so long, Isiat couldn't see himself being with a woman who was so... easy. What he was after was something else entirely. He wanted someone to corrupt slowly, someone innocent, and pure, and there was no woman more like that than Shadi that he knew of.

When she was gone, Isiat had moved into a small apartment, and fallen back on his security job and whatever other work he could find on the side to help make ends meet. Of course, lifting people's wallets at a bar wasn't glorious work, but if he was quick with the cards, he could still empty an account out before it was frozen. It was easy to forge a credit signature when the bank made people write them on the back of the card after all... Most of the stores he visited never bothered checking for ID anyway.

But at the end of the day, when he had given that particular gig up after a few close encounters with the law, he'd done probably one of the smartest things he could have done with the money. He invested it. There was a small measure of things he put it into, rather than placing all his eggs in one basket. A few thousand in gold, a few thousand into profitable businesses. After the price of gold shot to over two grand an ounce, he'd made a fire sale of the lot. Once the economy came rolling back downhill however, he found himself at an impasse as how to make some easy funds again. In the end, the answer had been in the bookmarks of his web browser. He had used it to become the majority shareholder of a 'no restrictions' porn site. It had seemed like a bizarre choice at the time, but when movies sold for about ten to twenty dollars each, and the member base was over a hundred thousand, not even starting on their 'premium account' holders...

He'd made a return profit within the first quarter, and made a Mobius loop out of his profits, re-investing in different sites and drawing in the profits, only to invest in another site and so on until he was drawing in ends meet ten-fold a month. Ironically, he only ever looked at those sites a few times a month. Not because he was too good for porn- it was more the knowledge that the women in the films did this for a living, and he could scarce bother to get it up for that... He simply contacted the owners with an investment opportunity, and once the profits came in, he sat back and let them roll. Buying and selling things at a profit was so much easier than actually having to work, and within a few years, his stocks were making him as much money as a high class lawyer would on a celebrity case. And all from nothing but porn.

Of course though, as it does, everything seemed to change in his perspective when he met Shadi again, by pure chance when he was out on the town for a night, having all but forgotten her once she went south for her schooling. He had been drinking at one of the clubs in town (And one that he was considering buying outright if the opportunity arose), when a bunch of chattering ladies had wandered in from the street, squawking like a gaggle of geese, making the keynari flair with irritation. There were at least twenty of them, clearly some sort of party group, all here for one occasion or another, and their loud chattering and seemingly already drunken behavior led him to the conclusion they were either not worth his time, or on a pub crawl, and by extension, not worth his time.

Though a second glance had spotted the last person he expected to see at a club or in the city at all. Shadi looked like the only sober one of the group, and her expression reminded him of a deer in the headlights, as she was all but dragged, pushed and urged into the bar, one of the girls with her honking on an obnoxious sounding party blower. She flinched at the sudden noise, the little feline completely out of her element and not liking it, not one bit. When they started up a chorus of 'Happy birthday', he downed the last of his scotch almost immediately, and quickly ordered another.

The owner had given him some special privileges as a prospective buyer to 'wet his whistle' so to speak, so his drinks were on the house for tonight. He fully abused the right, and had already given out no less than two hundred dollars of liquor to complete strangers. What was another hundred, right? When the barkeep returned with his drink, he pointed over to the huddle of ladies around Shadi, and made a loop with his finger, signaling for a round on him. He couldn't hear anything over their drunken melody anyway.

When one of the waiters had padded over with a large tray of shot glasses, and began handing them out, Shadi had been the first to ask where the drinks had come from. When the vixen serving them pointed across to the black, white and red furred vulpine sitting at the bar with more than his fair share of tails swaying behind him, the girls had immediately swamped him to show their 'gratitude'. Isiat had more tits in his face than he knew what to do with, but he brushed them off easily enough, pushing the hussies away with an idle flick of his tails.

But when Shadi came over to give her thanks (Though, cleverly without the shot, which she had managed to pass off to one of her 'friends), he rose from his seat, and opened his paws for her, grinning from ear to ear. She smiled in turn, and embraced him tightly, her paws wrapping around his waist. They stood like that for the longest time, like two old friends reunited at last, and he could feel her soft purring against his chest. She had always been short, but now he thought of it, she was the perfect height to tuck her head in under his chin.

When they finally parted, she was smiling just as broadly as Isiat. "Well hey there. I didn't expect to see you here." She started, as if unsure of where to pick up from. It had been a few years since they had last spoken.

"Well hey yourself. I didn't know you were back in town or I would have tried to get a hold of you sooner! How've you been?" The vulpine looked as charming as he ever did, done up in a nice tan suit of sorts. He had a cool sort of refinement about him that Shadi never recalled him having before, but he had always fancied himself a gentleman of sorts.

Shadi on the other paw, looked tired, nigh on exhausted. Her hair had been hastily combed out, having been scrunched in a bun all day at work, and the dress she wore was still warm from the dryer in her rush to get herself ready.

"Busy since I got home... I've had to work almost constantly since I arrived... I wouldn't have even come out tonight if they hadn't insisted on it... I've been working to much for all this, hence why I'm not drinking. I have to work a night shift right after I get home... How have you been? " She groaned almost miserably, and Isiat ordered them a pair of soda's to share while they caught up.

Isiat managed a quiet chuckle as they found a vacant booth to sit in and catch up, the male sipping from the straw in his cola. "I've been well... Security gig didn't exactly turn out to be all I wanted, but I got a few lucky breaks, made some good money, and started investing. Since then it's been a smooth ride for the most part. I bought up a bunch of shares, made a few good choices, got a nice condo... I was actually here tonight after a meeting with the owner about buying this place." He smiled. He felt bad that it had been so tough for her, and yet he had seemingly hit easy street on the road to success... At least as far as money went.

"Ahh..." Shadi looked down at her glass, taking a quiet sip. "That... That is very good for you then. I'm glad things worked out in the end. I've been trying to help pay for my father's medical bills since he lost his insurance, hence working all the time... I don't even have a ride home tonight, I'll just need to call a taxi-"

Isiat cut her off, reaching across the table and laying his paw atop her own softly. "I could give you a lift, it would be my pleasure honestly. Where about do you live?" This might be his chance, he remembered thinking. A simple act of kindness could lead places after all...

"It's alright Isiat, I'll need the cab to get to work anyway-"

"Well I can take you there too. Honestly, it's no problem at all."

"I'll be alright, honestly, but thank you... I really need to get going though, before they insist I have shots with them and I can't sneak away..." She seemed to recoil from his touch then, standing up and fetching her bag.

"Already? But we only just-" Isiat tried vainly to keep her with him for longer, but she cut down his offers like a lumberjack in a pine forest.

"I know, but I really have to go, or else I'll be late before long... I'm sorry, but it was nice seeing you again." She gave him a halfhearted, bittersweet sort of smile, and he stood to follow her out.

"Can I at least get your number so we can catch up again?" It was a simple thing; surely she would give him at least that.

"Oh, uhm, of course..." She stammered slightly, and pulled out a pen, grabbing his paw and scrawling out the digits against his leathery palm pads. She turned and left quickly after that, without so much as another word to him. Not even a good bye for him, it seemed. All those years, and she still treated him like he was some hapless, love struck fool she wanted little to do with. Even after he had treated her so damned well all through their school years...

He pulled out his cellphone, and dialed the number on a hunch, pressing it up against his pointed vulpine ear. The familiar three tone beep and "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not is service" voice greeted him. He hung up just as fast as he had dialed the number, snarling as he stuffed it back in his pocket. He made for the exit with a purpose, and pushed his way out past the line to get in just in time to see Shadi's tail disappearing into a yellow cab. He managed to catch its number just before the taxi turned onto the next block and vanished from sight. #031. There was no way he would catch it by the time he made it back to his SUV, and certainly not in this traffic... If she wanted to play hard to get, he'd just have to get her the hard way.

He stalked over to his car, throwing open the driver's door before climbing in. Patience was a virtue, and fortunately for him, he had all the time in the world to wait...

Two hours of patiently waiting outside the cab depot later, the taxi that had taken her finally returned to its home, and Isiat climbed from his H2 Hummer with a growl as soon as he saw it. He marched his way across the street, warily looking about. It was hardly a good neighborhood, and at almost midnight, not the kind of place most people wanted to find themselves. As soon as he made it over to the gates of the cab company, a part of him regretted leaving his Glock in the glove box.

He found the driver easily enough, just as he was climbing from his car, and Isiat almost immediately was on him, pushing him back against the door of the taxi. The young fox immediately began insisting he could have his money, begging for him not to hurt the poor fool.

"I don't want your damned money. About nine, you picked up a feline infront of 'La-murgo's club downtown. Where did you drop her off?" Isiat gave a growl, trying to intimidate the information from the stammering Todd.

"Uh, Uh, feline. Did she have the mismatched eyes?" He stammered nervously, and honestly, he looked ready to piss himself in fear. Isiat nodded once. "Uh... Corner... Corner of twentieth and Hillcrest! The apartments there! Please, can I go?"

Isiat shoved him back against the cab and turned on his heel, marching back to his car. On second thoughts, it was a good thing he had left the Glock in his car. He didn't want to deal with cleaning fox piss off his boots just to find out where she had gone.

That had been the first night of his obsession with her; formulating schemes on how to make her his as he watched her apartment from his parking spot on the far side of the crossroads. Obsession was a dangerous thing, he knew, but for her, the risks were worth it. He had watched her home until she had arrived just before sunrise in a taxi, the tired looking feline climbing a flight of stairs to her apartment, and closing inside.

His little hobby of sorts had expanded much since then. He'd already broken into her apartment once while she was out, careful not to disturb anything, simply to look around. She seemed to be struggling a little, her bed was unkempt, and piles of scrubs lay strewn about where she had discarded them. Her laundry basket was full of them, and it became clear that she worked an awful lot to go through so many...

Though he did luck out in one sense, when he found her mobile phone left on her kitchen counter. He made like a fiend and added her number to his cell, before placing it back just as he had found it. He had left after that, locking the door behind him. Worried that she might return home at any minute, he had all but sprinted back to the safety of his car, and gone to find himself some lunch instead to ease his racing heart.

But now, now he simply sat back, cigar in one paw, a pair of binoculars in the other... It had confused him how she could legally work as much as she seemed to. She came home from her first shift, changed, and then immediately went off to her second shift... Tonight, he had decided to follow her. She emerged not long after she had gone inside, looking hastily showered, and wearing a new set of grey scrubs.

He watched her carefully as she climbed into the waiting taxi, the feline looking about almost nervously, as if she could feel his gaze on her. As soon as the bright yellow cab pulled out, he started his engine and followed them. He kept his distance of course, but never let them out of his sight for more than a minute. The cab took her across town, in the opposite direction she had returned from. Now that, he found suspicious. He knew from a previous tail that she worked her day shift at the Shriners hospital on the east side of town, but this taxi was taking her west...

He knew what he was doing was risky, and he hadn't even turned his headlights on in fear that she would notice she was being followed. His black SUV crept between the shadows between street lamps like a panther stalking its prey. He was lucky not to be pulled over by any police cruisers, pulling into a park on the side of the road when one of the white and blue striped cars did come his way once. Fortunately, it was the only one he saw, and he quickly caught up to Shadi's taxi after it had passed.

The cab finally pulled up in front of a private care facility on the edge of town, and Isiat parked himself some distance from them across the street. He reached across to the passenger's seat, grabbing his digital camera from its bag, and snapping off a few quick photos of her walking inside... This could be just the thing he needed to get her compliance to his advances. Moonlighting between companies was frowned upon in general, and illegal in her field of work... He knew that as a fact, having spent many an hour researching her work to better understand her movements.

He tucked the camera away after she had disappeared from sight, before starting the engine again, and turning around, this time flicking his headlamps on. All he needed now was some photos of her at the hospital, and he would have a perfect opportunity to blackmail her into submission. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Until then, he had big plans to organize for her... Plans that would ensure she was his. One way or another.