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"It's just not right, there is no way that Charles would simply leave without telling me." Claire tried to sound firm as she remained perched on her chair, feeling the emptiness of the space across from her palpably. "We were just talking the other day about the new exhibit at the zoo, he was so excited about it."

The principal, a rather severe middle aged man with greying hair, gave her a long, almost pitiable look as she spoke. "I'm sorry, Claire, he's taken a new assignment. It was a once and a lifetime opportunity you know, teaching abroad. I believe somewhere in Asia."

"And why wouldn't he tell us? Any of us?" She persisted and shunned her packed lunch entirely while confronting the older man.

She had come in this morning like she did many Monday mornings, somewhat drowsy-eyed, but doing much better with a weekend of rest under her belt. She had arrived earlier than most of the staff so she could bring coffee to Charles and they could have a few quiet moments together. With all the stress and strain of the school year it was almost impossible to find time to relax, but somehow she and Charles managed. It was those stolen moments together when they could speak to one another quietly that were moments to be treasured. Just last week he had gotten into an impassioned debate on one of his literary favorites, and with no one other than himself. He had gone on and on, all the way until the bell rang, and she had simply enjoyed listening to the sound of his voice.

But this morning she had arrived to find herself alone, his classroom cleaned out of his personal effects and the principal acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. He had simply told her that Mr. MacLind had taken on another teaching job across seas and decided to leave before the end of the school year. As if that would ever happen! The fact that several of her colleagues were acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world rankled her even more. Didn't they realize how unlike Charles it would be to abandon his duties? Abandon her?

"Perhaps he didn't want to hurt your feelings, Claire." The principal gave her an almost patronizing expression. "I'm sorry if you're upset, but that is between the both of you. I've known for weeks now he planned on leaving, I suppose he didn't want to draw out long goodbyes."

"He mentioned something to me about it." Another teacher spoke up. "He was excited about getting to see leopards in the wild almost constantly. I thought it was silly at the time, but I suppose we all have our little passions."

"It's not right." Claire tucked her chin down and visibly bristled at the offhand manner that the rest of the teachers were treating the situation as.

Something is going on here, something more than I originally thought. She kept her mouth shut with a force of will, her attention fixed on her lunch as she struggled to keep herself calm. Charles wouldn't just leave without saying goodbye, we meant more to each other than that.

It took a force of will not to tear up as she held firm to that thought. She didn't want to believe that she had been imagining the connection that was growing between them, it couldn't be something she had imagined. Charles had cared for her, a very real emotion that they had shared together, one that had begun to reach for something more. No, there was something wrong here, and she was going to find out what.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I can't believe you did it." Trisha's voice was a hushed whisper, outraged and in awe while Duncan leaned back against the wall of the gym. "You really did it?"

"He ain't here, is he?" He drawled out and tried to pretend that he was relaxed as he felt. "I told you that I'd take care of his ass after that last argument we got into."

"Yeah, but I didn't think..." The pixyish looking girl paled a little bit, a slightly nervous expression crossed over her face while Duncan twitched his upper lip in disdain.

He wasn't shocked that she was upset and scared considering what he'd done, but he was still disappointed to see the way her eyes widened with a hint of white around the edges. He had picked her out to be her girlfriend because she looked so very much like what he dreamed of. She was short, almost pixie like with almond shaped eyes and the palest blonde hair he'd ever seen. When they'd first met he'd toyed with the notion that she was one of the half-fae that were out in about, not common, but they could certainly still be seen as long as one knew what to look for. That hope was quickly squashed as her entire family seemed devoid of even the most meager talent. Still, she was attractive, enamored with him and obedient, but it was annoying to see that his first real display of power had turned her into a fearful little girl.

His mother had always told him that silence was their greatest asset when it came to carrying the blood of the fae, but he didn't give a damn. Silence hadn't saved her, she'd been dragged into the prison that was the fae-country as soon as she was found out and he refused to do the same. He had power, not only did he have it, but he had fought tooth and nail with his family to figure out how to work around the man-made components that made the greater part of the world. It wasn't just a spell that shielded them from the effects of iron and the rest of the modern world, it was in their very blood. Twenty years of carefully desensitizing themselves to it, adding it to their blood, mingling their pure blood lines with humans and they had found a way past it. It was evolution, as his science teachers loved to talk on about, the fae were evolving.

He knew that there were a few dozen in his immediate family that could work magic, but none so well as he could. He was able to weave wonders with it, something that made his pure blooded grandparents praise him and reward him. He could work spells that no one had seen in decades, and eventually would be one of the heads of the family. Let the others fumble with their mage lights and attempts to make fire, magic came to him as easily as breathing did to others. And he wasn't about to sit back and allow himself to be tromped over by humans who thought that they were better than he was. Be they teacher or student. He was more powerful, he was more highly evolved than they could imagine.

"What if you're caught?" Trisha's voice was almost a whisper, her eyes wide. "Everyone liked Mr. MacLind, someone will notice he doesn't write.."

"Jesus, are you fucking serious?" Duncan snapped and gave his head a shake. "Are you going to sit here and whine because that dick is finally gone? He was worthless, within a month no one will remember him."

"I'm just saying..." She trailed off a little and looked away from him. "I didn't think you'd just outright kill him." The last words were said in a hush that brought a harsh laugh from the half-fae's throat.

"He's not dead, damn, you think I'd do that? Tell you what, Trish, how about tomorrow evening we go and see him okay? Than you can see that he's alive and well, hell, he's probably fucking happy as hell right now. He's got what he's always wanted out of life!"

"I guess so.." The girl's words trailed off and Duncan forced a smile to his lips. Let the girl whimper and whine in her fear, he was done with her anyway. "But what about Ms. Noname, she really liked him you know."

"Don't worry about her! God!" He almost yelled the last word. "I can take care of it. Now get your ass to class and stop whining at me."

_She's not even got normal human magic. She's cute but nothing else. _ His lips twitched a little bit as he gave her a dismissive wave when the bell rang.

He was better than everyone here, fucking humans that couldn't even imagine magic, who painted the fae as the villains when really they were the ones that had altered eh world. Why shouldn't he go ahead and arrange things to suit himself? The curator at the zoo could barely resist his glamor on her, she hadn't even struggled when he'd changed her thoughts and memories. It would be so easy to use it again for his own purposes. Hell, it was the perfect set up, he could remove obstacles and put them behind walls just like many of his people were behind walls. Duncan grinned to himself, more than willing to believe his rational for revenge as he ran to class. After all, who would believe he had done it after everyone spent so much time laughing at his delusions of being part fae?

~ ~ * ~ ~

Charles felt her muscled body stretching and relaxing as she scaled the faux-mountainside that was set in the outdoor enclosure. The silver moonlight was just enough that she might have been able to make out shapes if she had been looking with human eyes, but now... Now the night was alive with shades of blue and grey and silver. She could make out the smallest outlines of the rock face as her paws flexed down to unsheathe sharp hooked claws to keep ahold as she swung up and onto the small ledge that she was aiming for. Her tail flicked behind her, easily balancing her as she shifted her weight onto her haunches before leaping up all the way to the highest point in the entire cage. The cold air tickled along her bristling whiskers as she dropped down onto her belly and pushed back against the smooth stone wall.

Three longs days she had spent in this place, and each day she had tried, desperately, to make her humanity known to those that took care of them. The curator hadn't seemed to even miss a beat when she'd parroted the lines that Duncan had fed her about arranging for a second leopard as a surprise. She had almost seemed proud boasting that she had brought in a breeding pair of felines into their small zoo, ignoring the snarling protests from Charles herself. No one seemed to pay her any mind, save making comments about her healthy coat and the anticipation at the fact that it was quite obvious that the male was doing his best to ensure that a new generation would swell her white furred belly. No matter how she tried to fight him, she had lost count of the times she'd been pinned down beneath his weight and felt his teeth against the nape of her neck.

This can't be happening.... _ Charles dropped her chin down on her forepaws, her pale green eyes following the darker form of the male who was sprawled out in front of the cage door, licking one broad paw with strong sweeps of his tongue. _ I need to get out of here.

She let her long tail drape down the side of the faux-rock face and heaved a heavy sigh. Her body was still aching with her heat, but it was slowly starting to fade away. It had been horrifying, the harsh desires that had pounded through her body, the need, the anticipation that had surrounded her as time and again she found herself crouching beneath the heavy male. The feel of the barbs had hurt her, but it was better than the ache of her heat in her womb, she hated that she behaved in such a manner, but she hadn't been able to control herself. She still felt that itch in her belly, the need that was making it hard to think properly as she stretched her full length out on the rocks. When would it end, it had to end! And with that, it became a double edged sword.

And yet, she had never experienced a life like this one, never known the strength that she knew now. She had never been fat, but she had always been a bit out of shape with her habit of reading and lounging too much for her own good. Not anymore. She was strong and fit, her muscled body able to leap and achieve blurs of speed when she wanted to. The wall she had climbed was nearly fifteen feet in the air, but she had climbed it easily and she could just as easily jump from it to land on all four broad paws. She was graceful and able to keep her paws beneath her no matter what she tried. She was lovely, she wanted to say handsome or regal, but looking over the soft spots on her haunches and sides, she was stricken with how beautiful they looked.

She wasn't just observing snow leopards from the other side of the glass or from cage bars or even in the wild from a distance. She was able to see them up close and personal, both in herself and in the heavier bodied male. As much as she hated the way he tried to pin her down, she had to admire his powerful body and the way he moved. He was deadly and confident, no matter how strange the circumstances he reacted without fear. Even when they had been let out of their indoor cages and into the exhibit, he had been supremely disdainful of the humans. His only allowance had been to possessively step between herself and the humans and keep her from coming within touching range. If she hadn't been stuck as she was, she would have marveled at him.

"Here, see, Trish, I told you I didn't kill him." A vile voice reached her ears and made Charles jerk her head up in horror, her ears flattening down against her head. "Mr... errmm Miss MacLind, won't you be so kind as to come see me."

That little bastard.. Charles curled her dark lips back to show her sharp teeth, the fur along the nape of her neck bristling up as she saw a pair of dark figures just outside of the glass wall that separated their enclosure from the main path.

"You turned him into a leopard." The high pitched, but familiar, voice of Trisha reached Charles as she leapt down from her perch with a graceful bunching of her muscles.

"I told you, she's quite happy where she is now. I think she's that one." Duncan drawled out and Charles let out an angry snarl before lunging towards the glass. "Most definitely that one."

"She?" Trisha was nearly hiding behind her boyfriend as Charles bared her teeth and heard an answering rumble come from the male leopard as he was disturbed.

"Well, I couldn't put two males together, besides. You've heard him go on and on about how the leopards are dying out, now she can be a part of giving them a comeback." Duncan gave a squeeze against her hip, his smiling growing broader while Charles let out a hiss.

How can he say that?! What sort of sick mind does he have! There was a sudden crack of a boot against the window that made Charles scramble back, her tail lashing in shock at the violence of the movement.

A ear shattering snarl nearly made her bolt back to her hiding spot before a massive form charged the glass. His spots caught the moonlight, the claws scraped roughly against the glass in an attempt to tear at the humans that attempted to strike his mate. Trisha squeaked out and bolted backwards as the enraged leopard raked his claws down the class hard enough that white marks appeared beneath the hooked talons. Charles stumbled backwards, her own ears flat back as the spitting cat snarled threats towards the humans violently, remaining on his haunches while his body was interposed between them and the sight of his female.

"Jesus, I guess she's one good lay." Duncan's voice was a bit shaky, despite the fact that the enclosure separated them. Charles flushed hotly in humiliation, but couldn't stop the strange sensation of satisfaction of seeing the male leopard drop down to all fours snarling venomously at the humans.

She didn't' even struggle as he nudged and pushed her backwards, step by slow step, herding her away from the glass. It was an awkward sensation to have someone defend her, almost pleasurable if things had been as they should have.

"Why don't we go see the rest of the zoo, that guard will be asleep all night, and you and I... well. We can have some time to enjoy the more bestial aspects of this place." Duncan's voice reached her as she was pushed back towards the opening of the fake cave. "I thought you enjoyed zebras."

Perhaps only Charles heard the suggestive tone in his voice, a drawling purr that raised the fur along the line of spine before a nip to her haunches drove her out of sight. Her ears spalyed to either side, but what could she do. She couldn't warn the girl, the boy was completely mad. All she could do was bolt away from the next nip, the leopard rumbling unhappily as he dropped down on his stomach and blocked any hope of escaping.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I thought you'd enjoy them, my dear, after all. You did say that you were a size queen." Duncan called out and leaned over the edge of the metal barrier that kept the public from going across to the paddock.

A rough bray was his only answer, but it was one that brought a true grin to his face as he watched the show in front of him. The zebra mare's ears were flattened down to her striped head, her jaws gaping open as the stallion on her back pumped his hips in almost violent lunges forward. Every time she tried to bolt forward, the teeth gripped her neck harder and gave brutal twists to ensure that she was unable to get away from the oversized black shaft plunging into her defiled folds. Even if she did manage to bolt, poor Trisha was still caught up in her pants, the jeans were tangled on her hind hooves and it would require hands to get them off. He'd help her later, perhaps, for now he hooded his eyes and felt his own arousal grow at hearing her cry out at the apex of each and every thrust. Her head hung down low with her jaws opened up, and that lovely black sex stretched lewdly open.

He was done dealing with her, she didn't understand him, didn't understand the power that he could possess. The entire walk to the zebra compound she had been whining to him about how he couldn't just leave their teacher in the position that Duncan had placed him in. It was annoying, she was annoying. He was over her, it was time that he moved on with his life and got rid of those that were cluttering up his life. It was strangely fitting to set the girl in the paddock with the lone zebra that had been at the zoo so long. They used to have a female, but she'd been transferred out due to the fact she had been the colt's dam, the fellow had simply been left to graze and wait until such time that a new addition could be placed with him to start a breeding program. And now, he had arranged things to suit his own needs with the Grevy's Zebra.

_This is the last time..._He flexed his hands against the metal bar lightly. _I can only do so much before I'm noticed, but this is all I need. I can find other ways to get rid of people in my way. _

All his life he'd been told he had responsibilities to his people, that he was working towards their freedom and a treaty between human and fae. His brother was religiously devoted to the cause, trying to work out a way that they could live together instead of forming walls and splitting apart. Duncan didn't' believe in that, he wasn't going to quietly bow his head and agree to somebody just because his people didn't want to rise up to create a new empire. He had power, he had magic, these humans were nothing more than playthings that he could use however he wanted. His brother didn't have this power, his cousins didn't, his aunts and uncles didn't, he did. He was the one that could make the rules and put the humans down. Just like the stupid whore of a girl that had tried to latch onto him just because of his bloodline, she was useless to him.

The stallion let out a harsh bray, his entire body lunging forward as the dark forelegs curled beneath the barrel of the newly made mare and jerked up his ropey tail. Duncan squeezed the fence in front of him and drew in a breath as he heard Trisha bray out in horror as her body was flooded with bestial seed. It was arousing, more than arousing. Some dark part of his mind had always enjoyed these sorts of things, he'd had plenty of videos on his computer of animals mating, hell, sometimes he spent hours just flicking through forums to collect pictures as well as the movies. He'd lingered to watch his teacher be mounted, and now.. Now he shifted at the edge of the fence and bared his teeth in a grin as the male zebra slid off the trembling mare's back. The thick goopy seed oozed out of her violated folds and made him suck in a breath.

Hell, no one will ever know. She always wanted me, now I can give her a nice hard ride while she's still worked up. _ Duncan bit his lip, almost startled by his own thoughts, his fingers flexed down against the fence again. _Just one last goodbye...

His cheeks flushed red as the newly made zebra mare tried to stumble forward, nearly falling as the jeans caught against her hooves. He slipped over the edge of the fence, barely able to make it as he tugged the edge of his collar open. The satiated zebra stallion barely looked at him as the striped beast gave his mare another little sniff before flicking his tail and stepping off, seemingly without any interest now that he'd claimed his new mare. It was late, it wasn't the time of day that the beast was normally active, and the rush of mating heat had left him. Duncan pulled his shirt off and dropped it to one side, every video he'd ever seen of mares and stallions, zebras and horses, blurred together as he stared at the shape of the former human.

"Let's just have one last goodbye, eh?" He let out a rough laugh before spreading his magic over himself, ignoring the slight burn that signaled the presence of iron nearby. It didn't stop him from weaving his spell as it had his ancestors. "Don't worry, I'm sure that you'll be worked up for me still." He unbuttoned his pants as the first roll of the change began to hit his body, fur flowing over his bare pink skin.

Duncan closed his eyes and gave himself over to it, feeling his muscles flowing along the bone, lengthening and bending. He didn't fight it like Trisha had, the girl had screamed and begged him to make it stop, as if it had hurt. It didn't hurt, the heat and shocks were unsettling, but he embraced them as he dropped down onto his hands and feet, feeling his fingers drawing together and thickening into solid hooves. He held his mind carefully onto what he wanted, weaving it with his magic to ensure that the changes wouldn't trap him as he had trapped his teacher and girlfriend. After all, he just wanted to have a bit of fun, not walk around on all fours for the rest of his life.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Claire was seeing red. Her vision narrowed down as she heard the boy promise one last goodbye to the zebra mare who remained with her head hanging down. The math teacher didn't know, exactly, who it was that he was tormenting, but it was easy to see the pants that were torn on the ground and the clothing spread over the paddock. The boy had changed someone, he had trapped them in the form of a beast and used another animal to rape them. It was unconscionable, and it was all she could do not to storm out of her hiding spot and drag the boy back over the fence before he tormented his victim further. If she exposed herself now she'd lose her chance, and she refused to allow this man-child to continue with his games.

She didn't know why she had singled Duncan out, but when she'd gone to leave school she had noticed both the boy and his girlfriend leaving and looking more suspicious than normal. Normally she would have dismissed it, or, at the very least, talked to someone on the staff to keep an eye out for any pranks, but Charles was missing. And there was the faintest trace of magic on the air, nothing extreme, just enough that she knew that things weren't exactly what they seemed. The boy would have been the last person she would have singled out as being the source, he was too loud, too brash, too brazen to boast anything like magic in this day and age. Those who managed to keep it, did so quietly, understanding what was at risk. But not this boy.

The sight of him changing himself, his intentions clear sent revulsion through her and she flicked her eyes towards the female zebra that was awkwardly walking away, shaking off the jeans. Part of her longed to have it be Charles, she could change him back from this if it were, but the torn clothing gave lie to that hope. At some point when she'd been figuring out how to follow them into the zoo and now he had changed his girlfriend, and not consensually. Her eyes were ringed white with terror as the boy dropped down to all fours and started to grow larger, his body flaring with a spill of blue streaks that danced along his hide and coaxed him into another form. It went against every teaching her kind ever preached.

This isn't for punishment, nor for knowledge, but his own sadistic pleasure. _ She drew in a shuddering breath. _Charles, what has he done to you...

The last thought sent a cold chill down her soul, this arrogant boy wielding magic as a toy, what had he done to the man she had loved. It wasn't beyond the bounds of reason that he had been killed, or at the very least cast away in some shape not his own. If it wasn't done right, his mind could be gone as well, lost in the midst of an animals. That was what brought Claire to the breaking point. She couldn't, no, she wouldn't allow this to stand by. Perhaps she did not have so much magic to boast as she once did, but she still had enough to ensure that this boy would be taught a lesson and she could find out what he had done to Charles. Perhaps even to others.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_This isn't right! _ Duncan brayed out wildly as something twisted through him. He felt his haunches forming, but the changes were all wrong.

Something hit him hard, driving him down to his knees as he let out a high pitched zebra's call. His ears flattened back while the magic he had been carefully controlling to enhance certain areas of his anatomy was wrested from him. He felt stunned, unable to defend himself as the power tightened around his body and locked him in place, unable to rise, unable to do anything more than bray out his terror. His nostrils flared wildly while his stomach rippled and something began to change inside of him, a cramping lurch that sent him shuddering and trying not to scream out in his terror. This was all wrong, this should be under his control, not twisting his body and making a rush of fire pour through his body and roll through his soul.

"I have no patience for arrogance or stupidity." A sharp, familiar, voice called out followed by the sound of footsteps. "I have no tolerance for cruelty and evil."

_Ms. Noname?! _ Duncan rolled his head back, barely able to lift his muzzle up as a form came into view, the short mundane teacher was watching him with cold eyes.

"You have a gift, and I take it that no one bothered to teach you the rules that govern it." Noname's voice was cold, but also full of rage as he felt his loins starting to ache from the position he'd been pushed into. "Easy..."

The teacher reached out to the trembling changed Trisha, the girl's head was drooped down and her tail awkwardly quirked up from her violated body. Duncan tried to snarl out a response, but it was choked as something tightened lower on his body and pressure started to grow right between his powerful hind legs. She hadn't stopped his change, had she slowed it, to make sure that he experienced very cramped muscle?

"Let's get this off you, girl. You didn't deserve this fate.." The teacher's hand moved and slide along the striped side, leaving behind a flare of blue that outlined the dark bold stripes. "I can't take away the memories, but I can take away your shame."

Duncan bared his teeth, trying to reach out to find the source of the magic as he'd been taught. Every trap had a weak spot, every cage had a door and when he found it he would add one more exhibit to this damn zoo before he was done. His lips were peeled back with rage and he fought to lunge forward, his legs trembling as the pressure grew worse between his haunches. It made him hiss out while the form of the zebra mare in front of him melted away. The large body collapsed on the ground, shaking and twitching, and as it faded so did the white splash that coated the inner thighs. Slipping away until the nude form his girlfriend was huddled against the grass once more.

"I want to go home.." Trisha's voice was hoarse sounding as she huddled around herself, and Noname spared a moment to take off her light jacket to drop down over her naked back.

"Soon, for now, we have this thing to deal with." Her voice hardened as her attention returned to the struggling Duncan. "You would have done unspeakable things to her, after all you have put her through. You have no reason to do this to the girl, you have no reason to abuse your power."

I am more powerful than you! _ He shrieked out to her voicelessly, struggling and slowly, painfully, raising one foreleg up so his hoof hit the ground. _I'll fucking break you!

"I don't think so." The teacher reached out and gave a flex of her fingers, and the air grew thick and choking, heavy and brought him back down to his knees. "Whoever trained you failed to teach you the rules. Do you think magic is shunned because we are a poor persecuted people, boy?"

_You can hear me? _ Duncan thought wildly, his stomach was starting to hurt, his entire lower body was throbbing in time with his pounding heart.

"I can hear you. Did they teach you nothing?" She stepped forward again, the air was growing heavier, he could barely breathe as he pinned his ears back. What was she? How could she hold him?

_It's not my fault! It got out of control, she agreed to be my mare for some fun and I didn't know about the zebra stallion! _ He flung the lie out as his haunches threatened to drop down, something was very very wrong with his changed form.

"You can't lie to me this way, Duncan." The teacher came within reach of him. "You knew what you were doing."

She's just a human! I'm like you! _ His heart was pounding faster and his muscles contracted along his haunches, no, between his haunches. It was a strange sensation as something within him tensed and relaxed. _I had to keep myself secret!

"Where is Charles MacLind?" The words were cold, and it was almost impossible for Duncan to catch his breath as he felt his muscles contracting and relaxing again. What was wrong with him?

H-He's in the snow leopard exhibit. _ Duncan flung the words out, careful to say nothing else as something trickled just along the curve of his lower belly. Something wet while the pulses grew, his muscles were working while he struggled to keep his former teacher in view. _I turned him into a snow leopard.

"Is he alone? Is he still male?" The teacher reached out to touch one of the former human's shoulders lightly and he flinched away.

_No. _ Duncan flattened his ears down while he tried to draw in a full breath, but all he could smell was the harsh thick scents of zebra on the air, and it was all humid smelling. As if the air was thick with water.

"Then neither are you." Noname's voice was cold and harsh, unforgiving as she stepped away from him and the air became lighter. But also, he could feel slickness running just along the underside of his stomach, something wet that came from the way his muscles were pulsing and tightening.

YOU CAN'T DO THIS!! Realization flooded the newly made mare's mind as she felt a hot puff of air against her haunches, tickling just beneath the tail to rush against her dark pucker.

"Come on, Trisha, let's get you out of here so I can tend to Mr. MacLind." Noname ignored Duncan as she felt a hot muzzle pushing up beneath her ropey tail and she couldn't move.

Her haunches remained stiffly in place, splayed open wide, but no matter how she fought, unseen bonds kept them in that position. She could raise her forelegs and paw the ground, she could twist her head to bray out angrily, but she couldn't move her hips away from the stallion that had his ears twitched up high on his head. The dark muzzle slid down the back of her leg, dropping down lower so that he could nip out firmly, the teeth digging into her tender hide so that she brayed out wildly. She had at least allowed Trisha the chance to run, even if it had been amusing seeing her chased around the paddock, the teacher was ignoring every plea mental and verbal Duncan was giving her as the shaking Trisha was led out and the stallion's broad nose pushed up roughly between her legs so she felt him grinding against her newly made folds.

Humiliatingly, her inner muscles twitched and jerked, winking and flashing open the bud of her clit to the creature that was examining her before tightening down again. Wetness trickled from the puffy folds, trailing downwards as she had no control over her own movements in reaction to the thick rubbery lips that plucked against her. She could feel the whiskers pushing and bumping, scraping against her sensitive outer folds as she stomped a hoof against the ground in front of her, letting out an angry bray. Noname couldn't do this! She was a teacher! She was an adult!

_You can't do this to me!! You have to turn me back! _ She shrieked out mentally, only to see the teacher pause at the other side of the fence.

Any hope that she would be given a reprieve was taken as the woman turned around and walked along the pathway, and a hot broad tongue suddenly shoved right against her exposed folds. It was slippery and hot feeling, rubbing against her while she kept her tail twitched up high in the air. She wanted to snap it back down, but whatever magic still clung to her gave her no recourse. The harsh thick scent of musk filled the air, making her wink faster, flexing her soft lips towards the zebra that was working on getting his stamina back. When he nipped down against the back of her leg again, she felt him teasing and pulling lightly, it was almost sensual, but what happened afterwards wasn't. It was the most humiliating moment of her life.

She crouched her hips, just a touch, and sent a spill of hot pheromone laden liquid from her folds to the ground to puddle around her splayed hooves. Duncan flattened her ears in horror as the torrent spilled out of her, while the stallion lifted his head and peeled back his upper lip to suck in air, his teeth bared as she was forced to release her bladder for him. The scents of female joined with the harsh musky male, an embarrassing scent that made her shiver in place as the last dribble spilled down to the ground before her vulva began to wink again for the male. She twisted her head back wildly as the muted night lights of the zoo didn't hide the fact that the stallion was enjoying the scent of her. Sifting through it greedily as his dark black shaft began to spill down beneath him.

It was slimy looking, still coated from raping Duncan's girlfriend, and extending towards the ground every last inch that she knew he possessed. Before, she had been aroused to see him drop and spreading open, especially the way that Trisha had begun to panic at seeing the monstrous girth smoothing out as the blunt head spread open. Now, her stomach twisted in fear as she watched the tip sway back and forth, the thick ring just at the middle point become more defined while he bumped his head against her haunches. She flinched from his touch, her fear growing as her heart began to pound against her chest. She'd already seen him in action once, she didn't want to experience it. The big male nipped either side of her haunches, his lips twitched up as he got his muzzle filled with the scent of female twice in the same night, almost looking drunk on it.

With a final rough bite against her left ass cheek, or what should have been her ass cheek, the heavy bodied stallion lunged forward. Duncan brayed out in terror as the weight crashed against her haunches and broke her frozen stance, making her stumble forward as a pair of heavy legs hooked against either side of her haunches. His chest rested right along the curve of her rump while the beast stretched forward to snag the back of her neck with his flat teeth. She tried to move away, but all she could do was raggedly bray out as something hot and slippery jabbed up against her inner thigh. The spent cum and wetness from Trisha was smeared against her inner thigh and pushed right between a set of dark teats before he drew back and lunged forward again.

The former boy dropped her head and tried to force her tail down to cover herself, to do something, anything, to keep what was about to happen from happening. The hard blunt tip jabbed time and again against her, wet and slimy as her folds continued to wink and flex for him before he pushed upwards and caught against her sensitive outer lips. Duncan let out a hoarse bray of shock and pain as the stallion lunged forward, driving into her, forcing her folds to yawn open and stretch around the thickness of his glans. She'd watched Trisha be impaled, but now she knew why her girlfriend had gotten frantic at the feel of the shaft forcing it's way inwards. Duncan's silken inner passage was forced to wrap tightly around the cock that drove inwards, inch by inch, forcing her folds in on themselves while her muscles clamped down tightly.

The hot breath hit along her neck as the beast gave a rough drive forward, walking on his hind hooves so that he forced his way in all the way to the medial ring before his hooves hooked tighter against her haunches. It was like a rope snapping, she felt her hips move forward and she was able to lift up a hind hoof and walk forward, but her unwanted lover gave a demanding thrust against her. Her unfrozen legs remained splayed apart as his weight remained pushing down against her and something thick oozed out of him to smear along her inner passage. Thick goopy spills of precum splattered into her while she was left with her front legs splayed open wide trying to find a way to escape him. Even when her body didn't want escape, when muscles she'd never had clutched around him no matter how much it ached to feel the next thrust.

The medial ring pushed inside of her with a lewd wet noise, sinking deeper and deeper, pressing so deeply that she was sure she was about to be torn in two. Her ragged cries were ignored as the pale belly arched up and the beast gave a rough thrust that forced his cock tip right up against her cervix, hitting it roughly with still several inches of him remaining outside of her spread folds. Some of her own wetness oozed around him, but most of it was the beasts own spent cum as he pulled his hips backwards a few inches and lunged forward with a grunt. It hurt, it ached, she could feel her body desperately trying to adjust to the brutal size of him and having her virginity torn away by the brute, but it also felt horrifyingly good.

Parts of her body clutched around him, squeezing and caressing his length in rippling pulls as the zebra drove himself forward again. At the end of each thrust the tip hammered up against her and she stumbled forward, but even her attempts to get away led to rough bites and the forelegs dragging her back so she was nestled beneath the powerful hindquarters of the stallion. Thick precum was flung out of his tip, pushing deeper into her body as she let out a squealing cry every time he drove himself in and worked the medial ring past the barrier of her sex and then pulled it out with a wet popping noise. The heavy bodied form hunched harder over him, Duncan's entire body shuddered as thrust after thrust rocked her forward.

The tip was growing larger, it was swelling and spreading open by the moment, forcing her walls to stretch almost impossibly wide as she let out a hoarse braying cry. She could barely brace herself as his hips launched forward, the medial ring plunged into her rippling passage while the swollen tip rubbed roughly right up against her cervix. The urethra jutted forward meshing with the narrow opening to that vulnerable passage before she felt the girth starting to pulse inside of her. She'd seen it from the sidelines, but now she intimately felt the throbbing flesh caressing through her slippery passage before the tip erupted in a hot thick rush of cum.

It hit hard against that vulnerable opening, pushing forward and spilling deeper while her inner walls contracted and squeezed around the girth. She let out a high pitched cry as rope after heavy rope of the sperm rich cum was flung into her body, plunging deeper while the zebra's forelegs shivered right against either side of her haunches. The warm cream flooded her, too much for her to hold as the rocking hips forced some of it out around the edges with a lewd wet noise. She could even feel it pushing past her barrier, the warmth spread through her lower belly as the large stallion shifted on his haunches with a harsh snort. The teeth released her aching neck with a final puff as something thicker and heavier started to spill out of the tip and smeared right against the opening of her cervix.

Her ears splayed to either side of her head as she felt the thick gel coating against the filled opening of her womb, pumping out and coating her to form a plug to ensure she couldn't push out the seed that was already working its way deeper into her belly. The softening dark cock pulled backwards steadily, leaving the slimy trail inside of her as the larger zebra stepped back slowly and pulled himself free with a final wet popping noise. Some of the pearly seed he dragged with him oozed down her inner hind legs messily as he dropped back to all fours leaving her to stumble forward shaking.

Her body ached, it throbbed and made her wince with every movement of her hind legs, her neck was bruised and felt raw as she dropped her head down. Duncan stared out at the paddock, her eyes flashing a bit of white as she didn't even see a hint of anyone watching. No outline of the teacher that might turn her back, just the sounds of the zoo echoing around her and the wet noises of the stallion that snuffled against her hindquarters. As if making sure that he had done his duty in breeding her. She tried to reach within herself, to call forth the power that made it possible for her to do magic, but the further she reached the further her magic evaded her. A barrier stood between her and the power to free herself from this horrid body.

_She has to come back, she can't just leave me like this. _ Duncan trembled and drooped her head down, stumbling forward with her tail awkwardly held high beneath her. _She's a teacher, she can't just do this to a student. _

~ ~ * ~ ~

"I don't know what's going on here anymore." Charles flicked her ears up at the sound of the keepers talking from inside the confines of the quarantine cage as they cleaned. She and the male were left out in the main area, but she still strained to listen to them. "I understood the leopard, I think it's wonderful for our zoo, but I was talking to Doug, and he's got an addition over there."

"I thought Jill mentioned that she was planning on bringing in a Grevy's mare, but that wasn't supposed to be until 2014." Another voice answered while Charles rested her chin on her paws miserably. "And why wasn't it placed in quarantine first?"

"Perhaps it was? The large animal quarantine is run by Jill, so maybe... Hell I don't know, something is wrong lately. Maybe she's just getting overworked." The first keeper sounded aggravated. "Not that it's bad to have a female for the old guy, he's uncomfortable by himself."

"True, and the way he's taken to her they might have waited until she was in heat..."

The conversation continued, but Charles didn't want to hear anymore. She kept her ears flat down against her head and padded towards the glass, her tail dragged behind her limply. She hadn't wanted to believe it possible, but she had her suspicions confirmed. Last night when the girl had been led away, she had feared the worst, and upon hearing the ragged brays that echoed from across the park, she could only imagine what had happened. Duncan was out of control, how could he do this to his own girlfriend? What else was he going to do? It was bad enough what had been done to him, but Trisha was just a girl, her only sin was in choosing the wrong boyfriend.

With a groan she dropped down onto her belly, resting her head against her forepaws miserably as she listened to the dull sounds of park goers from beyond the confines of her enclosure. The building that she and the male were kept in would remain closed until they were released from quarantine, which gave her time to struggle with an idea of getting out of this damned place. Today hadn't been so bad, she'd woken up and hadn't felt the aching itch that she had been forced to deal with the prior days. She still was restless, but it was at the back of her mind as she heaved a heavy sigh and tried to curl herself into a miserable ball. The most looming worry was, had the male leopard done his job? Had he truly managed to breed her?

_If I am pregnant... _ A tremor ran down her spine at the thought, a stomach full of leopard cubs, ones without any inbreeding mingling their linage. It should have been a cause for celebration, but it only made her stomach twist with worry.

A soft chuff was her only warning as she closed her eyes tightly and felt a warm body drop down behind her. The thick warm fur caressed against her and she tensed up, her ears flattened down against her head as tucked her muzzle towards her stomach and did her best to keep herself on her side. She didn't want to deal with the male's demands again, she was tired and filled with worry, her body ached and all she wanted to do was find a way out the hell she was forced to live in. And now she had to find a way to free Trisha as well, she couldn't leave the girl behind in this same situation. But, the male didn't seem inclined to climb on her back, instead a broad tongue swept along the back of her neck all the way to her ears and a heavy paw draped itself against her side as he curled possessively around her.

The powerful jaws were gentled as the male started to groom her with sweeping strokes of his tongue, working against the grain of her fur in long languorous caresses. She twitched an ear up and lifted her chin just a hair when he moved his head down to sweep against her cheek. The weight of his paw remained pressed against her side while she was left feeling each stroke slipping along her fur while he began to groom her. It wasn't humiliating, it was almost soothing to feel the gentle touches work against her fur and sweep all the way up towards her ears. A repetitive motion that made her turn her head back towards him and lift her chin up as the tongue swept along the underside of her jaw with the utmost tenderness.

Charles wanted to concentrate on the worries that pressed on her, but she found her muscles going limp with each stroke and the rasping sound of a purr that began to vibrate her throat. It was all mingled together with the warm musk of the leopard behind her, a masculine scent that clung to her whiskers and filled each and every indrawn breath. It wasn't a harsh abrasive scent anymore, it had become a part of her surroundings, mingling on the rocks and her own fur, so drawing in each breath was warm and filled with comfort.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Charles??" Claire hissed the words out as she remained pressed against the side of the enclosure, hoping to avoid any workers from seeing her in a place she shouldn't be.

She had some amount of cover on her side, the large leopard enclosure was actually a series of buildings that were joined together by three main viewing rooms so that all sides could be easily viewed, whether the animals were asleep on the rocks or padding around the main part. She had managed to get past some shrubs as the groups of children took up most of the workers attention. They were all over the place, but that wasn't surprising. Several schools were having field trips and that meant that the children outnumbered the adults by far. No one was really watching for an older short woman penetrating the roped off display area, at least she hoped not. She could have cursed herself for leaving last night, and she did as she tried to look into the window to see what the leopards were doing.

She had intended to come and get Charles last night after she had Trisha back to her human shape and properly covered, but that had never happened. The girl had gone wild, frantic to get out of the zoo and hyperventilating every time Claire had tried to coax her towards the leopard's enclosure. She had finally been forced o take the girl home rather than risk security guards finding them. She could glamour one or two of the guards, but if any of them made in a call she would be found out. She couldn't afford that, she had already dared much using her magic to fuzz the cameras of the zoo and explain away the newest addition to the zebra pen. It went against everything she had been taught, and threatened to expose the world to the fact that magic still existed in one form or another. She had been forced to wait for today, and a chance to get Charles alone long enough to talk to him.

Her.... Claire's eyes narrowed as she forced herself to think that word. She would have just scared the lad last night, but hearing what he'd done was unforgivable. A lesson had to be learned for his hubris.

"Charles?" She tried to whisper again, the small space she managed to fit herself into to watch the glass window and still not be easily seen.

After what seemed like ages a pale grey form came into view, almost hesitantly, in answer to her whisper. The large spotted form looked around with vibrant pale green eyes set on a spotted face, with whiskers that bristled forward as the leopard looked at the window in puzzlement. Her ears were twitched up, angled towards the outside world while the padded nose twitched rapidly several times. To anyone else, it would have just been a snow leopard that Claire was regarding, but she could see past that. She could see the blue outline of magic that still clung to the beast as the feline twisted her head and froze at the sight of Claire crouched next to the window. The eyes widened and muzzle opened in a plaintive animalistic sound.

"Oh Charles..." She put her heart into the words and reached out to touch the glass lightly. "What has that boy done to you?"

Claire... The thought was a whisper through her mind as the feline bumped her head roughly against the glass, trying to rub against her hand.

"I can hear you, just... think what you want me to know." She smiled sadly and kept her hand pressed against the glass. "I'm something of a magic maker myself, though that horrible boy had more real power, I suppose I have more experience."

Oh Claire... _ Joy touched her mind and the leopard reared up to place her paws against the glass. _You can truly hear me? I'm not dreaming this?!

"No, you're not, my... my love." She stumbled over the word and her throat constricted tightly. "I need to be brief, I'm going to change you back, but we will have to plan this out right. This enclosure has more security than the zebra pen did."

Duncan's girlfriend! _ The thought was urgent and Charles pinned her ears back with a hiss. _He changed her too. Have you seen?

"Yes, she is home, sacred and traumatized, but she is alive." Claire shifted carefully to her knees and glanced around. "I need to get you into the back room, I know there is another leopard in there, you need to get away from him. He'll attack you when you change back if he's able to get ahold of you. Then we can sort out how to get the cage open. I promise, this is almost all-"

Claire... The thought was hesitant as Charles dropped back onto her haunches and flicked her ears back. Will you answer me honestly if I ask you something?

"You know I will, but we don't have much time." She kept her hand resting on the glass as the leopard regarded her with intelligent eyes.

I have been here for several days. _ Charles' thoughts were laden with some emotion she couldn't quite place. _Am I pregnant? Or has it all been just a torment?

"Pregnant? Oh Charles.." She gave her head a shake and felt a new rush of revulsion for what the stupid boy had done. "I don't think so.."

_Can you tell me if I am or not? For sure? _ She pressed insistently, almost leaning forward against the glass.

Claire tilted her head to one side, lowering herself closer to the ground so there was little chance someone would see her as she flicked out a tendril of magic. The man-made glass made it hard to push through, but the curling sense flicked outwards towards the leopard. She'd never tried the sense on anything except other humans, but she spread it out over the lean body, feeling the crackle of lingering magic that remained clinging to him. It was still alive and vibrant, a positive sign that the change hadn't locked in place yet, if one remained in another form for too long it became harder to bring them back all the way. She pushed past the sense and let herself sink further, touching deep within the feline body.

"Oh Charles.." She couldn't keep the sympathy from her voice as she felt the sparks of barely started life. They weren't bright, not yet, but they were there. The leopard jerked her head back with a rough bestial sound, lips curling back as she twisted her head to look at her own spotted side. "We need to move quickly."

_What will happen to them? _ The thought was the barest whisper, threaded through with worry as the leopard continued to stare at her side.

"They never should have been, my love." Claire rested her finger tips against the glass. "They'll go back to nothingness."

NO! _ The word was followed with a snarl as the female leopard that had once been a man jerked her head up. _I'm not killing them!

"Charles... We need to turn you back." She felt her throat close slightly as the leopard took several steps back from her.

_After, when they are born and safe. I won't kill them. I won't! _The last came out with another snarl of denial, one that was answered by a rumble of annoyance from another throat.

"If we don't change you back now, you might not be able to be changed back.. not all the way." Claire leaned forward, keeping the leopard in her sights. "The magic will settle on you, you might never be able to change back if it settles too much. Right now it is still active and alive, I can peel it away from you to reveal the man beneath."

I will not kill them. _ The words were sent again, but this time tinged with bitter sadness. _If I can turn back into a man after, so be it, if not.... The leopard flicked her ears up slightly, almost looking as if she wanted to cry. _ I always wanted to study snow leopards, now I suppose I shall be able to. _

"Charles..." Claire felt tears welling up in her own eyes, threatening to fall down. "I won't leave you, I promise. I won't leave you."

~ ~ * ~ ~

The early winter was tainted with snow that fell down in thick fat flakes, skittering over the zoo and spreading along the edges of the path so that it formed mounds that were rapidly growing. The park was shoveled and salted so that the walkways were clear, but they were mainly empty. Here and there people meandered about, small clustered that viewed the exhibits, but they were few and far between given the cold bite to the air. Not even the schools wanted to bring out their students while it was so uncomfortably cold. Still, it was a good time for the zoo in general, one of excitement given the fact that the keepers were huddled in one of the main rooms watching a grainy black and white screen. Births nearly always happened in the spring or fall, but they had been anticipating one lone female finally dropping her foal. Even now she labored to push forth the new life, her brays sounding increasingly angry to those who applied such emotions to animals.

Away from the stir and drama of the zebra barn, two beings rested in total relaxation with one another, pressed against a glass window that separated fur from skin. No matter who believed that animals were only dumb beasts, there was obvious affection between the two as the older woman held the book up close to her so she could read from it, her legs pulled up beneath her and bundled beneath a blanket so that she wasn't going feeling the frigid wind any more than she had too.

"It was an old song, old as the breed itself - one of the first songs of the younger world in a day when songs were sad. It was invested with the woe of unnumbered generations, this plaint by which Buck was so strangely stirred. When he moaned and sobbed, it was with the pain of living that was of old the pain of his wild fathers, and the fear any mystery of the cold and dark that was to them fear and mystery. And that he should be stirred by it marked the completeness with which he harked back through the ages of fire and roof to the raw beginnings of life in the howling ages." She finished the paragraph with a smile lingering on her lips, reaching up to dog ear the page.

It's a shame that it's about wolves and dogs. _ Charles wrinkled her lips back in feline disdain for the breed. _Can't we read just a little more, my dear?

"It's cold today, Charles, though you might not feel it." Claire reached out and ran a finger along the glass, tracing the cheek that leaned closest to her. The male that was sprawled against the female's side barely stirred when Charles stood up with a shake.

_True, and I have duties of my own to attend to. _ She butted her head against the glass, rumbling happily to herself.

As if the words had summoned them, there was a rough squall that came from the enclosure before a spotted bundle of three cubs came tumbling along swatting and spitting at one another in their mock fight. Claire felt a smile twitching the edges of her lips as Charles trotted off to settle them, as she always did, growing more and more adept at caring for her children as they grew larger while her mate remained sound asleep still. The human touched the glass once more as she stood up and folded up her blanket. There would be no good bye now, not when Charles was invested in sorting out the argument, but there didn't need to be any. They both knew that she would return tomorrow with her book tucked beneath her arm and ready to continue reading one of the leopard's favorite books.

Call of the wild indeed.. She gave her head a shake and made her cold long way towards the front of the zoo.