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"I am beat... totally beat..." Charles threw himself down in the most comfortable chair he could find and leaned back in it with a groan. "We need to get animal keepers around here!"

"You're just stuck with them before lunch, you know that they're always problematic before then." His companion spoke up with a sympathetic grin on her face. "Poor Mr. MacLind, being run over by the hoodlums!"

Charles growled out in mock annoyance and pulled his lunch closer to him, trying to hide the slight smile that teased the edges of his lips. He was tired, yes, but his annoyance almost entirely faded the moment that he caught sight of Claire. She was enough to make even the darkest day look better. The young math teacher was a new addition to St. Anthony's, coming in at the beginning of the semester when they'd finally convinced the old teacher to retire. Mary had had it coming, she was old enough that getting up was a chore, especially in the winter. They'd had several applicants, but Claire was the one that had stood out, at least that's what the principal had said. She was vivacious, energetic and had a knack for teaching students even if they were bored with the idea of math. She was passionate and talented, clever and caring. In short, she was his cure to a class of rowdy students that had refused to behave for more than a few minutes.

"I feel like it. Trisha was giving me issues again." He pulled out his food while Claire settled across from him. He felt a moment of disappointment that the table hid her curvy short frame. She was barely five feet tall, but her personality made her seem larger than life.

"I don't see why you haven't reported her to the principal yet. She was in my class the other day and nearly started a fight." She wrinkled her nose a bit before lifting her coffee cup up to sip at it. "And her grades are horrifying to say the least."

"Because she's smart." Charles gave his head a shake. "I know that she's intelligent, Claire, she just ignored any and all attempts I made at teaching her today. We were just getting to Tolkien, and normally the class adores those books, especially when I promise that we'll watch the movies."

"That's because that boyfriend of hers has filled her head with nonsense." Claire almost snapped the words. "Do you know that he was arguing with me the other day? All because he was holding onto his 'family history' and it didn't allow for the theories I was teaching. Simple mathematics and he decided that because I told him the rule was absolute, that he had to prove me wrong. She's probably all riled up because she thinks that Tolkien is all stuff and nonsense and it doesn't portray magic correctly."

"I am so sick of hearing about magic." Charles growled in annoyance. "You're lucky, you don't have to drag out the classics for some of these kids."

"Mmm," Claire took another sip of her coffee and furrowed her brows. Charles strained not to flush as he watched the cute little wrinkle form just between them. She had the most adorable frown.

"Or, you get Duncan, who thinks that magic is still a tangible force in the modern world." He bristled slightly in annoyance. "Did you know that last year he had a melt down in science class about it? Or his corrections in history about the Fae Wars. They are legendary."

"He thinks he's half-Fae." Claire nodded her head a bit. "I've heard the whispers, he's been spreading it around this year that he's partially fae."

Charles growled to himself and took the chance to take a bite of his pasta before he said something he regretted. Nothing annoyed him more than the way the kids near worshiped the Fae. The wars were legendary, his own father had been a part of them. The history books were filled with the hay-day of magic, when they had been able to create worlds and realms, trick mortals and earn their money in exchange for their magic. Humans had been hard put to hold their own, but they had, somehow. When the industrial age had started, they had finally had some ground to stand on. They'd been able to push back the Age of Magic with the Age of Reason. And so a war had erupted between men and fae, mages and mortals.

His own father had been in that war, the battle had been fierce and horrifying, blood was spilled by buckets and the only reason they had won was because the government had been willing to sacrifice an entire country. It was walled off from the world, cold iron and every magical deterrent they could find, patrolled by several countries and a treaty had been signed. They were given their own country, a glorified prison, and the mortal world wouldn't infringe on them. They wouldn't force cold iron into their lives, they wouldn't kill them, they could flourish, and the rest of the world belonged to man kind. The humans that had magic were given a choice, they could retreat to the Fae or they could be implanted with iron to ensure they could no longer use magic. Every magic user that was found was nullified, not that they needed it anymore.

_There's not exactly a place free of metal around here. Not to mention plastic and everything else that we have now. Magic doesn't work anymore. _ Charles gave his head a shake and swallowed his food.

"I think we need to review the Fae War in more detail, not just gloss over what happened." He set his food down and sighed softly. "You know, some of the college kids are getting ear implants to look more fae? It's downright horrifying."

Claire stopped and gave him a long look before shaking her head. "You're not that prejudice are you? I mean, history isn't tainted with evil dealing with the fae."

"No.. I think that there were good people there. I really do, but they seem to think all of them were persecuted by us." Charles sighed a little bit. "My grandmother went with the fae you know, she was a good woman, one that knew how to heal, how to work with herbs. We lost a lot of good people to the fae, but these children are glorifying them when there was great evil at the time."

"Perhaps they're young and just wish that magic was real." Claire set her cup down. "When I was young I wanted to believe, we all did. Let them have their dreams, eventually they'll be older and understand why the war was fought. I am sorry about your grandmother, but perhaps she won't be gone forever. I hear talk that they're thinking of approaching the fae for a new treaty."

"Perhaps, but she'd be long dead." He gave a slightly bitter smile. "Still, it would be something to see those walls come down and true understanding be reached between our peoples, wouldn't it?"

"I think so, but prejudice is still running high, but maybe one day." Claire reached out and touched his arm lightly, drawing a smile to his lips. Charles gave himself a shake, casting off the melancholy that the thoughts of the Fae Wars always brought him.

"Let's speak of something better." He forced a smile to his lips. "They've gotten a snow leopard at the zoo, you know. I just saw it announced on their Facebook page, he's gone into quarantine, but within a month he'll be out in his exhibit."

"Really?" Her eyes widened with delight at the news. "I didn't think they'd be able to have one transferred in! The last I heard they had talked about changing the exhibit to allow for a jaguar."

Charles grinned at her reaction and felt his heart warm to her as he pulled out his phone to bring up the zoo's webpage. If there was one thing in life he adored more than his books, it was snow leopards. He had been besotted with them from the time he was small and his mother worked at their local zoo. She had taken him to see the snow leopards they had brought in while the animals were still in quarantine . He'd never seen animals like them, their soft muted colors, the length of their tails, the way they moved and watched him with brilliant looking eyes. He was entranced. From that day on he spent much of his free time at the zoo while his mother worked, he'd sit at the bench outside of the leopards' enclosure and just watch them. His parents had been tolerant and laughed at his obsession, always assuming that he would one day grow out of it.

But he hadn't. He stilled adored them like no other animal. He had high quality prints around his home, he had even been able to go to the Himalayas to see them in the wild. It grieved him more than he had words for that they were rapidly disappearing. Every year there were fewer of them, despite the hard work of the zoologists did to try and keep them thriving. There were even people talking about the fact they were fighting a losing battle, eventually they would die out. The effective population of cats able to breed were less than two thousand, and their blood was thinning. More and more of them were related to one another which would produce weak offspring. Some even wanted to let them die off, saying there was no place for large predators anymore, but he disagreed. It was a passion and dream that he would one day be able to be a part of a foundation trying to save them.

Most of his students laughed at his obsession, it was well known, and anyone would find it rather laughable that most of his bookmarks boasted the great cats or that he could be coaxed into talking about them for hours at a time. Claire didn't think he was silly or strange, she loved listening to him ramble on about them, or proudly show off the pictures that he'd taken on his trip to Asia to see them in the wild. His dream had always been to get enough money to invest in a sanctuary where he could try to save them, but she modified that dream. What a life they would have together if he could only put aside the money. She shared his love of animals, and it would be an honor to have her with him.

If I could only get up the nerve to take things farther. _ He sighed a little bit as he listened to her discussing the possibility of the zoo having a breeding pair. _She's absolutely perfect.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The sound of the bell ringing seemed to bring his lazing class to life with a jolt as Charles looked up from his desk to see them scrambling to stack up their books and notes while he leaned backwards in his chair with a frown. The last period of the day was always a rough one, but today had tried every bit of his patience that he had left. He had been forced to deal with Duncan, who had spent nearly the entire period arguing with him about what Frost had meant with one of his infamous poems. Normally, Charles would have welcomed a debate, but the fact the boy's obsession with magic had leaked into the argument had infuriated him. He was willing to admit that Frost had ties with the Fae and had even written several verses about them, but the accusation that the great poet himself was a member of the Fae was laughable.

"Duncan, I expect you to have a proper paper in to me on Monday." Charles narrowed his eyes as the young man stopped, his ridiculously colored purple hair and his school uniform abominably wrinkled. And he boasted a superior smile on his face.

"Sure, Mr. MacLind, wouldn't dare skip it." Duncan even sounded smug as he shouldered his bag and ducked out of the door.

_I'm going to have to do something about that boy. He's destroying any chance Trisha has of getting good marks. I know he's to blame for most of it. _ Charles reached up and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"Mr. MacLind?" One of his students called his name almost hesitantly and he pushed away his annoyance to drop his hand.

"Yes, Heather? Did you have any questions about today?" He modulated his tone to calmness, despite his annoyance from the disaster of a class he'd just lived through.

Heather was a good balm for an annoying day and problematic students. The slender girl was a good student, she was passionate about everything that had to do with literature and the only one his class that was bound to have read the books he'd assigned even before he'd assigned them. She was one of the rare joys he had when it came to teaching, and he had hopes that she'd have ambitions at becoming a teacher when she grew up. He certainly had nudged her towards that direction with a few carefully placed hints and encouragement to apply for advanced classes. It was a pity that she'd been assigned to the same class as the problematic Duncan who kept interrupting his teachings.

"Oh no! I just remember that you really like snow leopards." The girl gave a little smile, almost shy as he barked out a laugh.

"I think that is an understatement, as you well know!" He grinned a bit and gestured towards the calendar he had on his desk featuring a lounging leopard. He was rewarded with a giggle from his student who clutched her books to her front.

"My Mom was talking last night to my Aunt Jill, she's the curator of the zoo and she was talking about the snow leopard that they got in yesterday." Heather spoke almost in a rush, but he was already perked up. "I know that you really enjoy them, so I asked her if she minded if I brought my teacher to come see him before he went into the exhibit. She says it's alright, but she'll have to be there, but she'd welcome meeting my favorite teacher." She flushed a bit towards the end of her speech, but he hardly noticed.

"The curator? She would allow me back in the quarantine area?" He felt an eager thrill go down his back at the prospect of being one of the first to see the new snow leopard.

"Yes, sir. Aunt Jill says that if you'll meet her at the front gate at 7:30PM after the zoo is closed she can take you back." Heather's head bobbed a little bit. "She can't do it during the day, she says they're better at night."

"They're primarily nocturnal." He amended with smile, but he couldn't keep the eagerness from his voice. "What day is best for her?"

"Tonight would work, I can tell my Mom to get ahold of her if you'd like?" Heather grinned at him, obviously happy to see how excited he was.

"Yes do that, magnificent offer. I was already planning to go opening day, but this will be amazing!" He stood up, unable to wipe the smile from his face. "I'll be there at 7:30 sharp."

Like reliving my childhood... He thought, eyes brightening at the prospect as he led his student from the classroom. A good end to a very bad day.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Mr. MacLind?" The gate swung open, the darkness not hiding the slight figure that stood stiffly to one side of it, Charles could only assume that it was Heather's Aunt Jill.

"Yes, ma'am, but you can call me Charles." He grinned a little and stepped forward. "Thank you for making such a handsome offer to Heather, I really do have a bit of an obsession with snow leopards as she might have mentioned."

"Yes, she did." The figure nodded stiffly and gave a gesture for him to come in through the gate. "It was my pleasure, but we'll have to be quick about it."

"Of course, I understand completely." He sympathized and walked through the gate so that the curator could close the gate behind him. "Just a peep will be a treat."

The woman didn't make a response, just bobbed her head in a strange stiff manner before gesturing for him to follow her. It made him frown slightly, but the anticipation of being able to get a behind the scenes glimpse of the leopard made him still his tongue. He'd built up the experience in his own mind from what he'd had as a child, almost expecting to see a vivacious woman like his mother waiting for him. The curator wasn't anything like her, she was a thin woman that moved stiffly and didn't even bother with talking with him as she led him along the familiar paths that wound around the interior of the zoo. It wasn't completely dark, thankfully, but the lights made it hard to make her out clearly as he walked along beside her.

Perhaps she had had a long day, he knew from experience that anyone working in a zoo had a hard time of it. They were often hard put to keep up with the demands of day to day, clambering over fences, cleaning, scrubbing, feeding. There were a hundred and one chores to be done each day and that meant it had to have been rough to wait after hours just to give him a tour once the place was closed. She was probably exhausted, overworked and grumpy at this point, so he tried not to press her into conversation as she led him up along the back paths that wound themselves around the exhibits. She only spoke now and then to him, short comments about what animals were in the cages, or reassuring him that they were nearly there.

"We're keeping him here." Jill came to a door and shook out her keys to unlock the door. "The lights are low because it's after hours."

"Of course." Charles agreed with a smile, letting her go in first as the opened door revealed low level lights.

Stepping into the room was like walking into his past, no matter that it was an entirely different zoo and even a different state. It was a concrete room with pale blue paint on the walls, the smooth grey floor was bisected with a broad red line that was used as a mark for a 'safe' zone so that no one would end up getting a swipe of a paw by mistake. It even smelled the same, the sharp scents of cat, hay and disinfectant mingled together as he let his eyes adjust to the low level light. Nostalgia filled him, a warm brush of childhood relived and enhanced by the sight of a large spotted form sprawled out just in front of him in the hay. The white tail tip drew his eyes as the rounded head lifted up to regard him with impartial eyes.

SLAM!

The door cracked shut behind him, loud enough that Charles let out a startled yelp and nearly stumbled over the red line into the reach of the leopard. Only the fact he was able jerk backwards kept him from hitting the cage bars and entering into a dangerous situation all together.

"Good lord, you nearly had me-" He started nervously laughing and turned around to face the curator, but that wasn't who stood beside the closed door.

"Hey Mr. MacLind, glad you could make it." Duncan drawled out from his position, arms crossed over his chest. "I figured I'd do some extra credit for you."

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Charles stiffened and turned towards the curator who remained stiffly at attention, not looking at either of them.

"Ms. Canton," Duncan's grin increased as he turned towards the curator. "You will go to your office now, there you will fill out transfer papers for an addition to the snow leopard exhibit. The papers finally went through, they agreed to send a pair to further their breeding program. She arrived late last night, you wanted it to be a surprise for everyone, not to be announced until the grand opening of the exhibit. Then you will go home and go to bed, remembering only accepting the delivery personally and settling the new leopard in for the night. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Jill's voice was stiff as she responded, she didn't even look confused as Duncan gave her her orders. She turned and opened the door, leaving without a backward glance while Charles was left gaping at them both. Duncan turned and gave him a smug smile.

"I told you, Mr. MacLind, I'm half-fae, but you never wanted to believe me. Did you?" The young man let out a short harsh laugh. "I'm tired of you laughing behind my back, your disgusting teachings and prejudice views against my people."

"Magic is a human preoccupation as well, boy, and not to be toyed with." Charles tried to still the icy trail of fear that ran down his spine as the young man stepped towards him still smiling. "And there's always a price. The fae learned that when fought human kind."

"You never believed, just like the rest of the teachers, always laughing at me and my kind. Always mocking me because I stood up for my people." Duncan gave his head a shake. "Well I'm not going to stand for it, not any more. I'm going to take care of you one by one, you and everyone else who laughed at me."

"Magic doesn't work that way, it barely works at all anymore. Even the fae had better sense than to use it for something so petty." Charles snapped back, trying to put force behind his words. What was the boy playing at, toying with people's minds.

"Yeah well, mine does. I found a way around the stupid inhibitor they put on me, because they're afraid of my power, of what I can do." Duncan's tight smile grew wider as he lunged forward just enough to send Charles stumbling dangerously close to the red line. "Don't worry, Mr. MacLind, I'm gonna give you what you always wanted. An up close and personal life with the stupid cats you're always going on about."

"So that's it? You're going to feed me to a leopard and think that you'll just walk away free and easy?!" Charles kept one eye on the line, his heart pounding faster against his chest with a spike of fear. He'd known that Duncan wasn't stable, but this was above and beyond anything he'd ever imagined.

"Hell no, I got something better for you." Duncan stepped forward again, crowding against him as there was a low rumble from the cage behind him. "Don't worry, teach, you're gonna just love your new life."

Charles barely had a glimpse of what happened, one moment he was standing there and the next something flared out from the boy's hand. A rush of something electric blue that twisted and crackled with electricity came at him, snapping out in a way that he had only seen in the old black and white movies. This wasn't some old movie, it was magic that hit him, slamming out so that he was driven to his knees, only barely hearing the yowl from the snow leopard behind him. Heat and electricity poured through him as the tendrils whipped around his body and sank into him. He could almost feel it piercing into his skin and pouring into his veins as his hands hit the floor and he forgot about the red mark. Forgot about anything except the hammering of his own heart.

This wasn't possible, magic had been nearly gone from the world for years, but he could feel it rolling through him as he tried to work his mouth. He wasn't in control of his own body, his muscles were twitching and jerking as he felt he first spill of the changes hitting him. His muscles contracted while his bones began to ache and pull along his body. He parted his lips and cried out roughly, screaming as he felt his jaws shifting and pushing outwards. He nearly cut the edge of his tongue on the sharp teeth that pushed down from his elongating mouth. His fingers began to draw backwards, shortening as the bones thickened and his shirt began to sag along his body. His pants began to fit oddly as he twisted around, writhing and trying to get away from the curling blue streaks that cracked against his shoulders and sides.

With a moan he dropped onto his side, his legs were changing and growing strangely, his knees shifting their forms while his ankles elongated. He kicked back wildly, the shoes flying off him to reveal that the entire shape of his foot was changing. Claws slipped out from his nails, curling against the air while his bones changed shipped and showed a broad set of paws forming. He lifted his head while his vision blurred, but it didn't hide the spill of pale grey fur that was covering his arms and legs. It was rushing upwards, thickening and making him grow hotter, a broad muzzle bisected his vision and grew larger. The world was suddenly loud, the scents vibrant as he struggled to kick away the clothing that was confining him.

He couldn't even protest when a rough set of hands jerked the shirt from his chest, revealing that his arms were completely changed. His elbow was too high up, his shoulders popped loudly into position while he tried to struggle up to his feet. This was all wrong, what was happening. When he tried to call out, a rasping snarl burst free from his throat while his pants were yanked off. He kicked back, causing Duncan to curse, but he didn't care. He lurched onto his feet, god no, his paws, four broad paws spread out beneath him before he collapsed again. His stomach twisted in a sickening manner as a flush of heat hit him, rolling through his body as organs changed and aligned themselves to fit something entirely different.

"Jesus..." Duncan snapped out as Charles tried to haul himself back up, the electricity dying away as he swayed on four stout legs. "Well, that worked much better than I planned."

Charles opened his mouth to reply, but only a rough snarl came out as he twisted his lips back from long thick feeling fangs. He lashed his tail in anger, only to freeze and turn his head awkwardly over his shoulder to see the extraordinarily long tail twitching behind him. The bold dark and light spots dappled the curve of his haunches, disappearing all the way up out of view as he looked over the body of a stout looking snow leopard. Not his own. He forgot all about his student, he flicked his tail back and forth, curling it this way and that to see it move, trying to come to grips that it was on HIM. It was his tail. He lifted his paws and flexed the toes to show his claws.

CLANG RATTLE SLAM! The sound of something swinging open made him jerk his head away from his inspection of his changed body to see a small door being opened up. It didn't lead into the cage directly, but was a chute that led indirectly around to the main part of the cage. He flicked his ears down flat against his head and kept them there as his student loomed over him with that same grin on his face. A smug look that made Charles hiss in response, swiping out a claw to try and drive Duncan away, not that it helped. A foot kicked out and caught him in the side, driving him backwards while he was still trying to figure out how to work his paws. Another kick hit him in the haunches skidding him backwards until his haunches slid into the narrow chute.

"Don't make this harder than it already is," Duncan pushed again, his claws scraped against the ground while the smooth pads slipped right over the smooth concrete. "After all, I'm giving you what you always wanted to have."

Charles lunged forward as the boy pushed the door shut, sliding it along with a clang that nearly caught his newly formed muzzle. He snarled in rage at it, baring his fangs and backing away with the fur along the line of his spine bristling up as Duncan crouched down right in front of the bars. The chute's bars were too slender for him to get a paw through, and even if he could every part of him rebelled against actually hurting a student. That didn't stop him from lunging forward, spitting out feline threats against his tormentor, feeling the sides of the chute brushing against him. It was almost claustrophobic feeling, but he was busy concentrating on the boy who had somehow managed to change him into a snow leopard despite the fact they were surrounded by manmade metal.

"You went on and on about how they're dying out." Duncan whispered softly, his voice holding a trace of a purr too it. "Remember? That idiotic class we had after you made us read that damn tree hugger nonsense? We've killed off so many animals that the gene pool is thinning, there aren't enough of them left to make a strong come back without some amount of inbreeding. And now you're going to add some more to that gene pool, some fresh blood as they say."

The boy stood up, leaving Charles glaring at him with no real comprehension of what he was talking about. The boy couldn't assume that he would mount a female just because he had the body of a leopard!

"Have a good night, I'm sure your new mate will enjoy you. Many times." Duncan moved over and hit a button set near the wall that activated the chain and pull system that was connected to the other door that opened up into the cage that held the real snow leopard. "It'd probably be in your best interest to go into the cage on your own, you don't want to end up stuck in the chute. Though, it could be entertaining..."

Charles gave the boy another glare as he heard the gate rising up and then flopped down on his stomach with a feigned yawn. He wasn't even going to go into the other cage, he would stay right here until morning and then figure out how he could get out of this predicament. He kept his ears flat, but Duncan just grinned at him before stepping out of the door and closing it firmly behind him. At least he wasn't being forced back down the chute. If this was anything like the ones he had seen in the past, it probably had the ability to push an animal forward even if they didn't want to go. The entire set up was designed to allow an animal to go safely in a cage from a truck without being able to twist around to hurt anyone that was trying to encourage them to move along. He twisted a little bit and found he could almost turn himself, his new lean body contorted easily, but when he tried to twist all the way around he hissed out in pain. His body was just a shade too large to turn around properly without more force than he cared to use. It didn't matter anyway, he could just remain crouched at the door until morning when the keepers came.

He resettled himself onto his belly and flexed his toes a little bit, feeling the claws slipping from their sheath with each flex. His tail tip twitched back and forth while he tried to get a feel for his body, marveling at the way that his muscles tensed and relaxed. He couldn't see himself entirely, but he could feel his body and how his limbs had been changed. The joints were all in the wrong position, but it seemed to work as he lifted a fore paw up and stared at it with a short sniff. The fur was thick and plush, just the way it should have been, the closest he had ever been to a snow leopard and it was his own body. He stretched out a hind leg and felt the tendons straining as he arched his back, his entire body roiling as he tried to work out his muscles.

He had forgotten about the other leopard, his attention was mostly on marveling at the changes in his body as he alternately stood up and laid down again. The confines of the chute made it hard, but he had never felt anything like the potential of his changed body. He had watched leopards all his life, but he'd never realized the contained power that they held. With a rumble he lifted up one of his dark grey paws and hooked his claws against the cage in front of him, pulling downwards so that his back arched as he stretched himself out. He had the satisfaction of watching the wire straining and bowing beneath the weight of his body, which gave the other leopard the chance to snuff against his side without him noticing.

A sudden push against his shoulder, the damp pad of a nose rubbed up and down as he tried to unhook his claws from the wire. He let out a startled hiss and twisted his head to see the large cat stuffing her muzzle as far against the bars as she could and snuffed hotly. Charles hurriedly pulled his claws out and pulled back as the great spotted head pushed forward harder, trying to follow his shoulder. The large cat wrinkled her lips back, dropping her lower jaw and pushed her tongue out to pant on the air rapidly, her sides quivering with each intake of breath. It made him horribly aware of the sharp feline scents on the air when the other leopard pushed up hard against the bars and tried to rub herself against them, the bright eyes focused on her.

She's not going to hurt me. He relaxed at that thought, the beast probably thought that he was another real leopard like herself and was feeling the mating urge. I am not going in there, I know I won't mount her, but I'm not going to toy with it.

A wise choice given the fact the scent of her made his ears flick back and his nose twitch faster. She smelled musky and sharp, tempting as she rubbed her chin back and forth against the bars, her eyes never leaving him. As the great spotted form padded down the length of the chute, her body pushed up hard, he found his eyes drawn to the sensuous curve of her tail as she flicked it back and forth. She paused right where his haunches were, making him pin his ears and drop down to his belly. It wasn't that he was ashamed of himself, but there was something humiliating about having her lowering her head following the movement and drawing in another deep sniff before grimacing again. The scent of her started to grow a bit heavier so he turned his head away and rested his chin firmly on his forepaws, his tail lashing faster behind her at the scents on the air continued to grow harsher.

She only remained there for a few moments, snuffling against him with increasing interest showing as she tried pushing against the bars to get at his haunches. Charles shifted restlessly, his ears remaining flat as he pushed his haunches up and reseated them again attempting to ignore what the other leopard was doing. Finally she lifted her head and pushed her body against the bars, walking along them with a low noise vibrating her throat, giving him a view of her lashing tail and haunches. As well as a glimpse beneath them, which didn't hold what he had assumed would be there. When the tail flicked up he was greeted with the sight of a pair of heavy pale furred balls seated behind the haunches before they disappeared again.

_A male, the website said they were getting a male leopard. _ Shock hit him and he jerked his head back to watch as the heavy bodied MALE snuffed and bumped his head against the opening of the chute and snuffed the air again with a grimace.

Charles froze and flexed his forepaws down against the ground, unable to move as the real leopard padded into the opening that led him into the chute with his head lifted high. The scent on the air wasn't the musky scent of a female in heat, it was the harsh scent of a male leopard that was showing increasing interest in his body. The grey spotted form advanced on him, his nose aimed down towards the former man's haunches leaving him lunging forward towards the closed gate. He snarled out a warning as the larger leopard came in close enough that one paw suddenly bumped against his tail, but the other cat ignored the warning. His head dropped down with his mouth gaping open as he began to pant shallowly. The muzzle bumping and forcing the thickness of his tail out of the way so the feral creature could push beneath it.

A hot breath hit between Charles' haunches and his body tensed up as the panting breath hammered against him. He couldn't twist himself, couldn't' lunge out of the way, his body just shifted up, his hind paws pushing beneath him so his ass was slightly in the air and his thick tail flicked out of the way. The male nosed forward before a rasping tongue pushed out and touched something that should have been his balls, but weren't. The slick rasping heat shoved all the way up and pushed right against HER folds in a rough stroke that brought a cry shrieking out of her lips. Her body had been changed alright, entirely changed, and twisted into another gender entirely. The male was probing her with the tip of his tongue lewdly while she couldn't get away from the amorous affections.

No no no.... I just need to turn around.. His mind worked frantically to try and break away, but he couldn't do it. The harsh musky scents filled her nose and made it impossible to concentrate on anything except the rough rasping tongue working against her newly changed body.

The male lifted his head, grimacing as he sifted in her scent in a gesture that was frighteningly familiar to her. He was sucking down the scent of her pheromones, testing to see if she was in heat. She wasn't in heat, it was just her own shock making her react this way, damnit. She almost screamed those words to herself as the beast lowered his muzzle and her tail flicked upwards at an odd angle, she couldn't stop it. It was as if her body were being controlled by something else and the tongue soon pushed up roughly against her tongue. The slow push worked right against her newly formed folds and started to rub upwards, forcing them apart so that they rasped against something far more sensitive. She let out a hiss of shock and lunged forward, pulling away from him as she came up hard against the grate. Trapping her against it while the male let out a hard chuffing noise and returned to pushing beneath her tail.

Charles squeezed her eyes shut, she'd always wanted to be up close to one of these great cats, but never like this. This was beyond comprehension. The tongue pushed out again, a powerful stroke that made her cry out in a rowling noise as the tip wedged and pushed roughly against her vulnerable folds. It hurt and felt good at the same time as he worked against swollen feeling folds, the hot breath hit right against her pucker as the nose nudged against her and made her twitch her tail up higher in the air. Her ears flushed in humiliation at her own bodies reactions to the beast. She twisted her head back to snarl at him, her claws digging roughly in at the base of the cage bars in a vain attempt to warn him off, and succeeded.

His head lifted up with his muzzle wrinkled back in a grimace, sucking in air rapidly while his head loomed over her, but it was better than having his muzzle pushed beneath her tail. Her stomach felt as if she were going to be sick, even as it itched and made her shift against the ground. Her belly was pushed down flat while she pranced her hind paws up and down, trying to stop them, but the movement was almost automatic. With a chuff the leopard lowered his head, the pale eyes resting on her before one heavy paw stepped forward and then another. The stocky legs slipped to either side of her, wedging against the sides of the chute and herself as his stomach brushed along the line of her back.

Oh god.. no no no no... Charles squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the weight pushing down on her and the powerful haunches spreading to wrap around her own.

Her long plush tail was pushed over to one side as he rested his lower stomach against her haunches and leaned forward to lick roughly against the line of her neck. Her head was nearly pushed up against the door of the chute while his hips started rocking lightly against her, grinding along her before he grasped her scruff between his teeth. Something hard and pointed judged against the base of her tail, tapping against her and leaving a dribble of precum smearing against her fur as she tried to twist around to drive him off. The moment she moved he yanked on her scruff and made her body relax, her movements slowed as if drugged while the cock tip nudged and pushed about beneath her tail. It rasped right along her overly sensitive folds and made her jerk forward before his haunches dipped down even lower.

The tip of his slimy cock tip nudged right against her folds before his weight surged forward against her and forced a screeching cry from her lips. Her walls strained open and wrapped tightly around the dark red shaft that plunged into her body, stretching her and forcing her to clamp down around him as he wedged himself ever deeper into her form. She'd never had anything inside of her, and now her body was achingly wrapped around the thick length of a feral beast that seemed intent on breeding her. Her claws dug down as he forced his hips up all the way to the point that his heavy orbs bumped between her legs and let her feel the sheath bunched up along her swollen outer lips. Charles squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to screech out again as he rolled his hips forward and then drew back, but it was a vain attempt.

Hundreds of barbs flared open inside of her, rasping along her swollen sensitive passage and digging into her body and pulling backwards before he plunged forward smoothing them down again. Dribbles of precum oozed out of the tip, spilling into her, tainting her as he began to thrust, running the barbs through her body and making her writhe beneath him despite the rough grip against her neck. It hurt, it ached and burned as the barbs were worked through her and made her stomach cramp up. Despite that pain she clamped tightly down around him, growing slicker as he worked through her with short huffs and grunts against the back of her neck. The oozing precum was pushed in deeper at the apex of each thrust as his weight remained heavy against her back. The harshness of his musk filled his senses so that it was almost impossible to ignore with each and every breath she drew in.

The tapered tip plunged in deep inside of her, forcing it's way until she could feel it tapping lewdly right up against her cervix, nudging here before his horrible pull out that forced snarling cries from her throat. She bared her teeth and tried to snap back at him, but he only gripped harder, moving his hold up to just behind her head with a rumble. All through it his hips rocked up against her, the balls nudged and tapped firmly right against her spread hind legs as she was left splaying her hind legs open wider for his weight. The slippery wetness of the precum oozing out of his tip was forced around the base where he forced her violated folds open in a lewd O that continued to squeeze around him.

Each rake of the barbs, each draw back forced her body to react to him. Her inner body was contracting and squeezing, gripping and digging the barbs in deeper as they worked to stimulate her estrus ridden body into giving up the fertile ova to her newly acquired mate. The faster he went and drove himself inside of her, the more she tried to writhe out from beneath him. It made her twist against him only to have a paw come up roughly against her shoulder as the cock tip plunged forward and nestled roughly against her cervix. Grinding and pressing against it while the barbs flared open wide and hooked into her overly sensitive flesh. It was too much, she couldn't do this, she wouldn't do this! With a screech she tried to roll her body in the tight confines of the chute only to have him push forward harder, his teeth bruising her nape as he kept her firmly beneath him.

She felt his balls starting to twitch and pulse against her spread folds, just as the cock gave a throb deep within her passage. Her roar of protest was drowned out with the snarl of his pleasure as the first hot jet of sperm rich cum erupted from his cock tip and splattered right against her cervix. The wave of it made her jerk as it continued to spurt out in hot bursts, hitting against her exposed cervix while her walls continued to clutch tightly around him and squeeze. She couldn't' stop herself, she milked around his cock from the base all the way to the tip trying to coax more and more into her unprotected body. She could feel every twitch of the heavy sac between her legs as the male let out a low chuff and released her nape to roughly run his tongue right along the back of her neck, stroking upwards towards the curve of her ears.

She tried to twist her head away, snarling raggedly as the male suddenly pushed himself up and she felt the barbs raking through her body for one last time, making her screech out as the tip slipped free with a wet noise. She tried to lunge around and smack him, but her body twisted the wrong way and she dropped onto her side, her ears pinned flat back as she snarled at the animal that had just violated her. Her entire body trembled in place as the ache just continued within her passage, the creamy ooze of the seed spilled from beneath her aching folds making her hunch her shoulders a bit and push back against the corner. The male, the male simply flopped down and sprawled out, ears up and eyes watching her avidly as she glared at him.

She'd been mated by a leopard, the closest encounter she had ever gotten to a beast and he had pinned her down and bred her. A cold chill ran through her and she twisted and pushed, wedged and nudged until her hips were against the gate of the chute. He hadn't really bred her, he couldn't have. She wasn't really a female or a leopard.

I'll find a way out of this, and when I do.. Her eyes narrowed in anger while she remained hunched down. Deep within her the first spread of the virile sperm rushed into her vulnerable womb and the ova that she'd been forced to release for her new 'mate'. And all she could do was wait, pray and hope that she had wedged herself enough that the beast wouldn't try to have a second round with her once he regained his stamina.

To Be Continued.....