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Under New Management

When Dana heard that the business retreat was in Morocco she was excited. In her various flights around the world she'd always heard people discussing the class of the resorts and casinos there with nostalgic enthusiasm. The invitation had been for the CEO initially, but since he was trying to spend more time at home, he suggested that she go in his place. She was his right hand "man" after all.

The place seemed impossibly exclusive, prompting her to do a little research. Very little came up, even after she had the numbers team take a look at the paper trail. All they could tell was that the group received huge amounts of money from some of the most influential figures in the business world. She didn't manage to find any pictures or anything, so Dana assumed it must be one of those amazing "invite only" clubs, where you have to know someone to get in. Thoughts of exotic coastal casinos and five star gourmet food on the beach flitted through her head as she boarded the company jet, the CEO wasn't using it at the moment anyways.

Most business retreats were thinly disguised ways for the upper class to publicly spend money. Sure there were always a few key speakers, and a theme that centered around commerce, but really people got to stay at six star hotels, watch events from private boxes, and on occasion get to know their colleagues in a more intimate sense.

It was odd being a woman in places such as these. Almost all of the tycoons and higher-ups were strictly of the coarser persuasion. She had a PhD in business, and she had not gotten to where she was in life just by being some vapid ornament, although there were some parts of her meteoric rise to success that she would never dare add to her resume . . .

Dana reflected on this as she watched the clouds pass outside of the window, deciding to take a little cat-nap before they landed.

* * *

The only people that had been more shocked when she arrived at the airport than she was, were the strange trio sent to greet her. The three particular men were all well dressed, generally sporting well trimmed black hair, although one of them was a full bearded Sikh with a tightly folded orange head cover. Their eyes passed over her, looking at the ramp to the plane behind her as if expecting someone more prominent to emerge at any second.

She had to tell them again and again that she was here as the proxy for Mr. Draws, which seemed to put the whole group into a bit of a shock. Even after she had explained this simple principle they still seemed confounded, even to the point of being impossibly rude.

"No, I am sorry, please." The one in the tan colored suit's English was heavily accented. "The invitation was for only Mr. Timothy Draws, I am very sorry, but you must go."

She hadn't come all this way to be snubbed by some surprised valets. . . "Listen, Mr. Draws himself has sent me here to record all of the highlights of your little program. As his most trusted Senior Adviser I will be informing him of everything that happens including this quite unsuitable reception." Sometimes she wished that she could just invoke her own name as a source of authority.

The Sikh stepped up, "Mr. Draws should have rejected the invitation, I am sorry, but you are not who we were sent to receive . . ."

Dana's eyes narrowed and she caught herself an instant before snapping back a hot retort. He was trying to speak with authority, but his feet shuffled and he wouldn't make direct eye contact. This called for finesse rather than brute strength. "Oh I completely understand," she smiled her best merger-closing grin.

The men seemed taken aback as she continued calmly.

"I'll just inform Mr. Draws that the retreat is uninterested in his economic participation, or that of men with similar tastes. As the largest information technology producer in North America I'm sure that Mr. Draws will understand that your club rejects his quite valuable presence. So sorry to have bothered you gentlemen."

Dana turned her back, and took a few steps. This was a gamble, but she was relatively sure that these men didn't want to offend her boss, and so she borrowed a little of his prestige for her own use. She really hoped it worked, a fifteen hour flight was a lot of time to waste, and time is money after all . . .

"Wait . . ."

Success.

"Yes?" she turned around demurely, acting out her part as the disinterested avatar of her boss.

They conferred among themselves quickly in a language that she did not understand. It sounded vaguely Middle Eastern but she couldn't pin it down. "We will need to . . . make arrangements," the third man in the darker suit spoke, nervously stroking his hand along his jaw-line. "But you may come with us."

"Thank you for your consideration," she proffered a hand to shake. "Your _participation_will be duly noted for Mr. Draws," her voice had an icy undertone. She had learned these tricks very early on in her career but they always felt like just that: Tricks, acting, not anything more tangible than smoke and mirrors. It was not as if she could say she was not just pretending through the rest of her life as well, but somehow when she was dealing with the authority of others her own methods had always seemed hollow. In the back of her mind she always worried that someday, someone would call her out and announce that she was nothing but a fraud.

At least they were considerate enough to carry her luggage.

Following the men through the busy airport, Dana wondered what the resort was going to look like. Probably some exclusive place nestled away on a rocky ridge overlooking the Mediterranean. God, she hoped at least. She didn't see how anything as secretive and yet obviously wealthy as this operation could possibly sink down to the level of renting out a Hilton. Those conferences were always the worst . . .

Stepping out of the sliding glass doors was like opening the door of an oven. She squinted her eyes against the sun, immediately wishing that she hadn't worn her blazer, but at least she had made enough of an impression to get this far. The men were not particularly talkative, and she didn't feel like exchanging hidden verbal barbs, so they walked through the glare towards a massive black Humvee that she stepped in to with relief as the air conditioning washed over her parched skin.

As she sank back into the soft leather seat, she looked around the back of the cab, which was almost like a limo, separated from the front by a tinted glass divider. She could see that her new-found entourage was talking about her, and although she was mildly curious as to what they were saying, she was at least glad that the interior was soundproofed so that she didn't have to deal with their bickering.

The tint on the windows was so dark that it made it difficult to see anything outside of the vehicle, but after fifteen minutes of driving the cab began to rock slightly. Leaning back Dana considered. This probably meant an unpaved road, so they were most likely off to somewhere remote. This boded well for not just being a mere rented hotel. The Lush back of the Hummer also came fully stocked with a mini-bar, she decided to stick to the bottled water provided as she relaxed, most likely she would need to stay sharp to prevent anymore of their chauvinistic whining.

Dana had almost dozed off into a light nap with the car rocking around her when she felt the movement slowly grind to a halt. Were they here? Wherever "here" was . . .

The Sikh opened the door, letting in hot rays of light as she stepped out, completely unprepared for what she found there. There was nothing, well not quite nothing. There were huge quantities of baking sand, a few scrubby plants and the large and looming mouth of a cave in the side of a rather abrupt mountain of sandstone jutting out of the ground into the bright azure sky. About fifty yards to one side of the cave there was a small rickety looking building, but it looked more like a supply shed than a place for an executive retreat . . .

There was no pool, no five-star restaurants, and as far as she could tell, no other business types that she could see. "What is this?" she motioned all around, hand waving indignantly. "Is this some kind of joke!?" She didn't need to act for this one.

"You will, umm, please be waiting here." The man in a tan suit told her uneasily. The trio of her awkward chaperones spoke in their short clipped language for a few moments, seemingly exasperated until eventually the other two hurried off towards the cave, leaving their acquaintance to wait awkwardly with their charge.

Sand was already starting to scuff up her black Gucci shoes, which thank god, didn't have much in the way of heels or she would sink through the sand like a stone. She stared at her "host" as if demanding an explanation, but he seemed suddenly very interested in checking the pressure of every tire on the Humvee.

"I didn't expect to have to wait in a scorching desert," Dana tugged off her shoes irritably, standing in the uncomfortably hot sand with nothing but her stockinged feet. "Would you care to inform me exactly why we are waiting here?"

"I am, umm, most sorry about your conditions. But we did try to warn you. This is not a place for women." He looked like, if he had been handed a shovel, that he'd have promptly dug a hole and buried himself just to escape her withering gaze.

"Whatever you were expecting Mr. Draws to do I guarantee you I can do as well," she started pacing. "It's not as if I'm incompetent. With the way you and your cronies have been treating me one might think that you'd never even seen a woman before. I'm not made of glass! . . ."

Her tirade was cut short as the other two men returned with a smiling man between them with the air of authority around him. His suit was of the finest cut and of a tasteful charcoal gray. He had the look of an executive that belonged at the top floor of whatever building he was in and his tanned face had a thin coat of stubble on it that looked like a shadow in the intense sunlight as he approached slowly.

"I'm Dana White, here as proxy for Mr. Draws . . ."

"I've been informed of who you are," his casual flippancy shocked her, and he cleaned a little dust out from under his nails as he continued. "And I'm sorry for this misunderstanding."

"Thank god. I've been trying to find someone who understands anything about this whole fiasco," she rolled her eyes towards the three stooges as she stepped forward, turning her business mode on.

"Indeed, I'm sorry that you have been inconvenienced Mrs. White," he was tall enough to look down at her from his relaxed position. The sun didn't seem to bother any of these people very much at all. "However, we did not invite _you_here for a reason."

Her mouth fell open. The audacity. It was like her whole facade had been suddenly shattered.

"I understand that you act for Mr. Draws, and I respect that. However, there are certain . . . religious precepts that the locals have, and I'm afraid we will not be able to work around them." His tone was almost mockingly sympathetic.

"And what exactly would these religious precepts be?" Dana stood in disbelief. She had come all this way just to be dismissed by this smiling flippant prick.

"Ahh, well, the first is, I'm afraid, the most important." He gestured back to the huge opening into the dark cave. "This is somewhat of a holy spot to them, and . . . they have only agreed to let us use this space if we keep it sacred. That is to say simply, that no females are allowed into that cave."

Scowling, Dana's eyes narrowed. "Seriously? You run some kind of business retreat on a religious site!? If you really want me to believe something so ludicrous than you'll have to make up a better story than that! Mr. Draws will hear about this and he'll be furious!" she ranted. It probably wasn't true. The boss would probably just put it off as a quirk of Moroccan culture, but she had lied. She was mad; not him, and it was showing.

Unflappable, the tall man smiled and calmly continued. "Regardless of your_opinions_, you have put us in a little bit of a difficult situation. The car will not be driving back to the city until the morning, these roads are very slim and quite treacherous at night. We will do our best to make you comfortable, but I am afraid you will have to stay in our 'guest room,'" he slowly motioned towards what looked to be the supply shed.

"You have to be kidding me. I am the second highest executive in one of the most powerful companies in the world. If you think I'm going to sleep in some glorified shack then you've got another thing coming to you. Mr Draws will hear about this."

"Unfortunately my dear, you are not Mr. Draws. This is the best we can do for you, the alternative is to stay in the desert, and I can guarantee you, it becomes quite chilly at night." He spoke as if internally savoring his authority. "We'll send you an . . . attendant to make your stay a little easier, and when you return to your Master, you can tell him to show up in person, or not at all."

"Wait, you can't be serious." That was it? He was just walking away back through the sand. While the three men from earlier were trying to usher her towards the stucco walled depot. "I will make sure that the business world knows about you. This is discrimination!" She kept shouting, but inside she felt empty. Someone had seen through her act and realized that there was no substance behind it. She couldn't seem to emulate the seemingly natural, if asinine authority that some cretins were so goddamn lucky to be born with.

"Well!?" she demanded, looking at the three men left standing awkwardly alone as their supposed leader returned to the dark coolness of his cave. "Are you going to show me to my luxury villa or what?" Her lip curled up in disgust as she followed the cowed men to the sun baked building, holding her shoes in one hand as the sand was hot enough to burn against her feet with each step, but she wasn't about to give them the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.

If she couldn't play with the boys on this level she was sure she could find some other way to hurt them. Heck, Dana had friends in most of the major publishers around. She could make this "exclusive" club a lot less so. Then again, any press is good press, and she didn't want to inadvertently give these bastards any more attention . . .

In silence she waited as the dark suited man unlocked the door with a jingling key ring. Inside it was worse than she had expected, wooden supply crates all marked in some swirly script sweltered in the dimly lit interior. The light from the door washed through the place as they tromped towards one of the back corners, opening up a warped door that looked like it hadn't seen any use in ages.

"This is the room for you," the Sikh flicked on a light switch. At least this place had electricity.

"You're _so_kind," she gritted her teeth as she walked in. A ratty old sofa in a corner, a simple wooden desk, and an old Persian rug in the middle of the room. The only other thing of interest was a large wooden bladed fan that hung from the ceiling. It might help move the heat around, Dana thought, looking up in disgust. "Now get out." She'd just about had it with this whole situation. She could moan and gripe more, but she'd rather get even than get angry.

"Yes miss." The men meekly deposited her luggage and then excused themselves. The barred window let in enough light, even through its yellowing curtains, so she flicked the switch off, and tried to get the old plastic knob for the ceiling fan to work. There was a dull electric hum as it creaked into motion, wobbling slightly and spreading dust across the room.

This was just peachy. Dana fell back on to the couch with a whumph of dust and stale air. It was probably just some kind of scam anyways. Nothing like this could be legitimate. They were still living in the stone age. God, she didn't know how anyone could survive in this heat without air conditioning. It reminded her of her step-father's house when she was growing up, minus the smell of stale beer.

She flopped back in a frustrated torpor, taking off her blazer and letting her mind race through all the things that she could have said, and of course, all of the things she could be doing now instead of being stuck in some mouldering closet. She had half a mind to just march in to the cave regardless of their stupid little club; the whole religion excuse was probably bullshit anyways. She licked her dried lips, looking around for water, or really anything to drink.

Just then, as fortune would have it, there was a knock at the door.

"What?" she asked exhaustively, surprised the answer was not a voice that she had heard before.

"Hey, I'm the guy who they sent up to keep an eye on the terrifying woman in here," his voice had a vague European lilt, very unlike the other three men. "And I come bearing gifts."

"Well, you can just let yourself in then." She wasn't about to do a goddamned thing for anyone who had come out of that cave.

"Uhhh, alright. No, Don't worry. I got this." There was a bizarre scraping and scuffling against the door. The handle jiggled for a few moments before a short man crashed through, trying desperately to balance a silver covered tray in one hand while carrying a clinking jute bag in his other.

"And who exactly are you supposed to be?" Dana queried. He didn't really look anything like the other men, wearing a simple white button up shirt and canvas slacks. He was slight of frame and cleanly shaven, looking up at her with an awkward smile as he set the tray on the old desk.

"I, am Rashi," he said, producing a few bottles of water and a few of wine, clomping them down around the tray while extracting plates and cutlery. "I will be your waiter for the evening . . . and everything else I guess. Really no one else wanted to deal with you, so they just sent me," he shrugged. "You really surprised 'em. Threw the old man for a loop!" a soft hacking chuckle escaped his lips, making the hairs on her neck rise.

"Well, that's what you get when you run a backwards kind of resort like this," she crossed her arms and watched as he pulled the lid off the steaming platter, revealing the savory scent of lamb and simmered spices that drifted around the small room. "I hope you don't think that any amount of food is going to make up for the way that I've been treated."

"Honestly, I'm not trying to make up for anything. If you can't tell, I'm pretty low on the totem pole around here." Producing some heavy looking silverware from his mostly emptied sack, he started dishing up some of the delicious smelling food. "I'm really sorry if the guys won't let you in. They're a little bit high and mighty sometimes." Her anger was starting to fade away, being mad at this guy wasn't going to help her situation, and at least he seemed civil.

"Well, I guess that not all of you cave dwellers are complete idiots," she quipped, as he brought her a plate of what looked like off color rice and stewed meat. She accepted it with lessening recalcitrance, "This smells pretty good. What's in it?"

"Oh, big local dish. Has some kind of unpronounceable name. But really it's mostly couscous, dried apricots, and lamb shanks." He started dishing up another plate for himself. "Harvy does a great job on the stuff, right?" he grinned as he sat on the rickety wooden chair by the desk and turned to face her.

"Not bad," she nodded after considering a bite and then taking a few more. "You don't sound like you're from around here . . ." she looked up, scraping her fork around on her plate.

"Well, that's because I'm not. I ended up here . . . awhile back. You see, the place stays afloat because they attract a certain, let us say, high class clientele. They usually ask people to come alone, but I was uhh, well, I guess I used to be an assistant of sorts." He scratched the back of his head and looked up at the corner. He was actually pretty cute. . .

"Well, I'm also an assistant. Senior Executive to Mr. Draws," she let the name fall like a gauntlet.

"Sounds like you are a lot less of an assistant than I was. No offense. With a title like that you sound more like a boss." He leaned back as he chewed on a bite. "I was just brought along because of my, uhh, unique talents, and so they ended up keeping me." It was hard to tell, but it looked like he was blushing as he shoveled a bite of food into his mouth to fill the silence.

"As a server? That seems a little bit strange . . ."

"Oh, yeah. . . A server. They were a little short handed at the time. . . anyways," he looked like he wanted to change the subject, so she obliged him.

"So what exactly does this little cult of yours do? Are you Muslims? Hindu?" she queried, ticking off religions on her fingers. "I saw a Sikh among your ranks . . ."

"Not really. Well, I mean, I'm really not supposed to tell you anything about the place, but I suppose I can tell you what it isn't right? It's not really like a religion. It was originally a bunch of superstition that the locals had. It was the old Smiler who really discovered the place, bought up all of the land and began showing it to his upper class friends. It's been slowly growing ever since. They're very selective. . ." Rashi waved a hand as he spoke.

"And why is it that people come here, and pay so much for this place? Surely there are better resorts out there. I'm positive there are even more exclusive ones," she polished off her plate and took a sip of water. It really was quite a good meal. Excellently spiced.

"Oh, well. . . Resorts. Yeah. There's really not much like this. I mean. Once you've done it, you really don't want to go back. It's really a . . . life altering experience? I dunno. Probably shouldn't say more. . ." he trailed off cautiously.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to get you in trouble with, what did you call him? The Smiler?" she chuckled. It was almost like she had found an ally in her cause. "He looked fairly young to be the head of a religion . . ."

"Oh, trust me, he's a lot older than he looks. I mean, well, living like this, err, around here; it really keeps you limber." The young man certainly looked like proof of that, even if he was a little scrawny, there was a certain litheness about him.

"Well, this place is certainly full of surprises. Could I trouble you for a little more? I'm afraid all of my traveling has made me a little bit hungry."

He grinned, trotting over to refill her plate. "Told ya it was good!" he gave her a little wink.

"And is that wine I see? A 1956 Pinot I believe. Since I have to stay here in this heat I think I'd rather have a glass or two to relax. You'll join me won't you? It'd be terribly scandalous for a lady like myself to be the only one drinking. . ."

"Well, I really shouldn't be boozing on the job. I mean, I . . ." their eyes met as she smiled up at him, making his cheeks burn. "But I guess a glass or two really couldn't hurt. And I wouldn't want there to be a scandal or anything . . ." he shrugged his shoulders as he wrenched out the cork and began to fill up their two glasses.

"Thank you," she said as she graciously accepted the cool deep red liquid. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is your position here? You obviously know some very powerful people . . ." she trailed off as she took a sip. The wine was actually quite good.

"Oh, I don't really have a 'position,' I'm more like a gofer; ya know? But some of the big wigs have become, uhh, rather attached to me, so I get to hang around. It's actually quite a place, there's state of the art everything, nice décor, the food's great, and everyone really gets to know each other . . . uhh," he drank his wine as if he were silencing himself. For someone who claimed to not want to drink much, he was already half way through his glass . . .

"Ahh, I'd love to see it some day," she leaned back, "but I understand that your little fort has a 'no girls allowed' rule . . ." he cringed as she glanced over at him. It was adorable.

"Well, uhh. Yeah. Sorry. I don't make the rules. But as far as I can tell, there has never been a woman in the place. At least not as long as I've been here. I guess it's just a tradition. I don't think anything would happen to you if you just walked in . . ."

"How do you mean, does something happen to the men?" she asked idly, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, no. I mean, it's, umm. Nothing really," he scrambled for words, downing the rest of his glass to buy some time before continuing. "But, what's your story anyways? Seems like you're pretty successful, not to mention you uhh, dress well." the edges of his mouth crept up in an awkward grin as he tried to change the subject.

Dana leaned back. She'd never really been asked to tell her story before, and sitting here in the sweltering back room, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. She began with her upbringing, pretty regular: suburban. And then of course, the divorce. Neither her mother or her father had enough money after that, and both were constantly scrabbling to make ends meet. That's why she had made sure that her life was going to be comfortable.

And as it turned out, she was really quite good at it. She started by creeping her way up the chain of command at the local department store, only realizing how much unnecessary labor was being performed after she was the floor manager for ladies apparel. She had made some changes, and cut the fat in a way that made corporate very happy. She stayed in that job for two years before going off to college and getting a degree while doing freelance consulting.

She now had certification from one of the most prestigious institutions in the country, and was doing all of the real work for the man who recognized her brilliance and now hired her as a constant retainer; however, she had always felt like she was being stiffed somehow. On the way to the top she may have had to sleep with a few unsavory executive types and sacrifice her morals for success, but she'd made it right? She knew how good she was, and yet, she was always just 'Mr. Draws' assistant. Her _unique_reception here wasn't actually all that different than the rest of her life, just a lot more blatant because people actually came out and said it to her face.

Rashi listened to her whole tale with rapt intent as the sun began to set, and the heat slowly dissipated. He refilled their glasses until the two well pedigreed bottles were empty, and they both sat across from each other with a new-found sense of comradery.

"God, that must be terrible. I'm not really good for much at all myself, just got lucky because some higher-ups took interest in me, ya know? Must be really terrible being stuck behind people like that . . ." he paused thoughtfully, setting down his empty glass. "Ya know, there are actually more caves than just the big ones in the front, I'm sure that I could show you one of the older ones. It's not like . . . renovated or anything, but it's a pretty special place." His words came easily now, with an almost musical rhythm. "I could show it to you and the big wigs would never know, that is uhh . . . I mean, if you'd like to."

"Well, you know what Rashi? I didn't come here just to sit in a moldering back room, so, if you'd be so kind as to be my tour guide . . ." she stood up and motioned grandiosely, maybe she'd drank a little bit more than she had thought.

Rashi snatched up the long black flashlight left on the desk and, leaving it switched off for now, carefully opened the door. There didn't seem to be anyone out there left to watch them, and the usual guards by the front of the caves wouldn't be able to see them if they sneaked around the other side. Smiling back at Dana, he put a finger to his lips and gestured for her to follow him.

After she stepped out Dana realized that she had left her shoes in the room, but the sand was cooling down rapidly, and was actually quite soft under her stockinged toes so she decided not to bring it up. They slipped around the back of the stuccoed walls and against the dark sheer side of the mountain, moonlight illuminating their way as she followed the rather limber young man. She hadn't done anything this impulsive in ages, and she grinned as she thought about it. It made her feel like a kid again.

After a few more minutes of silent trekking through the now cool crisp night Rashi turned around, and she bumped into him. "Oh, sorry Miss." he backed up a few steps, cheeks burning. "It's right here though, just follow me. Trust me, you'll love this." He turned to the side and nearly disappeared in the shadows before she heard a click and saw the yellow light of the flashlight pouring out from a low opening in the stone. "Watch your head," he reached a hand out and helped her slide through the narrow crevice.

Usually Dana wouldn't be caught dead scuffling around on her hands and knees; she had spent too long cultivating her image as a professional, but Rashi was just so endearing, she was sure he wasn't going to hold it against her, on the contrary, they now shared a strange mischievous bond as accomplices.

As her eyes adjusted, she was amazed. "Oh my word," she ran a hand along the flowing geometric designs carved into the walls of the sandstone. "How old is this place?" this was absolutely fantastic, stretching back as far as the eye could see in the yellow light of the electric beam.

"No clue, it was like this when the boss got here I guess. He just kind of claimed it as his own. He's made up a bunch of rituals and mumbo jumbo about it, but no one really has any clue how it works,"

"Works?" she walked further in, hearing their voices echoing against the cool rough walls.

"Ahh, uhh. . . I mean, we don't know . . . how they carved it? Yeah, uhh, whoever 'they' were." She could always hear his voice accelerating in tempo as he searched for a suitable answer. She wondered what he had really meant as he led her onwards, pointing out an occasional conflux in the jagged patterns.

Walking behind him, she could see Rashi's rather well formed rear pressing against his tight pants as he led her onwards. Dana blushed as she realized that she was checking him out. Huh, she didn't remember his clothes being quite that tight. "Just how far does this thing go?" she asked, amazed that a marvel like this wasn't long since revealed to the world.

"We're about halfway through, heh. Hehe," he stopped with a choked giggle. "I, ah ha ha! Oh god, ummm. Sorry, here, you take the flashlight." his demeanor changed suddenly, full of nervous energy.

"What? Are you okay?" his face had a faint sheen of perspiration on it and his eyes were darting around wildly. "Rashi?" The snickering continued for a second before he turned to her, concern obvious on his reddening face.

"I didn't think it would happen tonight I, heh, hehe," his voice sounded different, a little gruffer. "Oh lord, sorry. Really sorry. It never, eh ha ha, happens this far out . . ." he started running, footsteps ringing off the dim walls as he disappeared.

"Wait!" was this another trick? No . . . Rashi seemed like a genuinely good person, if this was some elaborate set up. . . But, he really looked like there was something wrong with him. "Rashi!" she chased after him, nearly bare feet padding against the rough-hewn stone floor.

The tunnel started to bend and curve, and she just barely managed to see his feet in the distance as she chased after him, strained yelping laughter getting louder as she got closer. She rounded an abrupt turn and ran into his hunched form with a whumph. He caught her in surprisingly strong arms as the flashlight clattered to the ground and winked out, leaving her in solid inky darkness.

"Rashi," she panted, "What's, what's going on?"

For an answer he drew her closer, taller than she remembered him being, but it was probably just the pitch blackness making her paranoid. She could hear his breath, but it was coming to quickly, sniffing out and huffing like an animal. She opened her mouth to demand an answer, but he pulled her closer, tongue sliding over her lips before drawing her wide eyed unseeing face into a kiss.

She hadn't expected this from someone as sweet and seemingly shy as Rashi, but she had found him kind of cute before. He was actually an amazing kisser, and although she pushed back against his shoulders she felt his unusually flexible tongue slide around her mouth with sinuous grace. A strained tearing noise interrupted their kiss as she yanked herself away from him.

"You could have asked first!" she could hear his panting nervous laughter as she scrabbled around for the flashlight. The panting stopped as he spoke out, voice sounding more baritone . . . probably just the odd contours of the cave.

"Oh god, you shouldn't have followed me. Unngh. Hah. This is going to sound really weird but don't . . ." he was speaking a mile a minute as she grasped the cold metal and squeezed against the side of it desperately.

She let out a muffled scream of disbelief as the sudden yellow light revealed an impossibility. Some creature was crouched there, shielding it's face from the light with fingers that were bulging out into thick animal paws.

"Turn on the light . . ." Rashi finished lamely.

Falling back, Dana's legs pushed her away from the beast as she saw its muscles straining outwards, pressing against the familiar white dress-shirt as buttons went whizzing off into the distance. "Rashi!?" she incredulously queried. The small framed man was no longer small at all, his shoulders were bunching up with heavy corded muscle and she could see tufts of murky brown fur blooming through the cracks of his clothes.

"Uhh, heh. Hi," the changing man-beast scratched the back of his head awkwardly as a mane of dark fur rose up along his spine. "No, wait, please don't heheheh, run." he panted. She wasn't sure if he was in pain or not, but he still seemed to be lucid. . ."If the bossy boss figures out about this he'll have my head . . . Or other parts!" the last bit was followed by a cackling series of almost animal yips. Was he . . . laughing?

"Rashi, what's going on," fear was creeping into her voice as she pushed herself back against a heavily etched wall.

"No, no. . ." he took a deep breath. "Please, don't be scared. It's me, Rashi, just umm, changing a bit, ya know?"

"No I obviously don't! What's happening to you!?" she tried to calm down, but this was just too strange.

"Well, you know, there had to be a reason why people chose to come here. . . And it obviously wasn't the weather!" he broke off into another set of guttural hysterics. "Hah, hooo, sorry," the forming fur on his cheeks floofed up in embarrassment. "But yeah, this is kind of why," he gestured down at his changing body. "It usually only happens in the main part of the cave though, I should know . . ."

"Wait," Dana pinched her brow as she tried to figure this out. "So all of those world class CEOs come here for . . . this!?" she pointed towards his twisting form as he hunched over and his shoulders burst through the straining fabric of his shirt. "Why would anyone pay for this!?" she was genuinely confused. This didn't make any sense.

"You see," he grunted as his spine cracked out and his neck thickened and bent forward slightly while his lips darkened and pulled back in an animal grin, revealing his now rather sinister looking teeth. "It, uhh, heh. It feels really good." he finished kind of lamely as he turned to face her.

"Oh, I errr, see that," Dana looked at the tent he was making against his tight trousers as he realized and suddenly shielded himself with his hands and turned away with a blush. She was beginning to understand why the businessmen would want to keep someone like him around. So lithe and supple. . .

Dana shook her head. This was still really just too strange . . . but if so many successful people were doing it, than there really couldn't be much harm in it. Could there? "You're really absolutely terrifying: Just look at those claws!" she laughed. "It's hard to imagine that you're the same Rashi I met a few hours ago." She began to watch the changes with rapt interest, it seemed impossible that he could be growing bigger, but there it was. A strange animal musk was filling up the still air of the cave and her nose twitched as she took it in, barely noticing.

With bizarre curiosity she approached Rashi's twisting body, huffing at the almost tangible scent. "So what about this feels so good? "she ran a hand over the slightly wiry fur growing in on his thickening forearm, now complete with darker murky spots.

His skin shuddered as she touched him, like a dog being pet. "Oh lord, Everything," his tongue lolled out as she scritched up to his broad shoulder. "It's like, every part of your body is really coming alive, like for the first time. And trust me, I've done this before heh he he." His laugh turned into a giggling purr as she rubbed around his chin while his face pushed out into a forming muzzle.

It was beginning to feel hot in here, even though the cave had been refreshingly cool upon entering. She jerked at her collar absentmindedly, "So I'm guessing this is why it's a boys only club," she rubbed her fingers through the coarse and yet smooth fur around his neck, feeling it pop again as it stretched out longer, giving him a hulking vulture-like appearance even though it was prevented from being sinister by his long dripping tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth while she stroked through his new fur.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Heh, sorry. I kind of supposed that might be why the boss was so adamant about the rule." Even as a hulking beast he seemed so apologetic, and even kind of sexy in a strange heat-filled way. It was a delightful contradiction of bestial instinct and abashed modesty.

"Well, I'm glad you showed me, and," she pulled herself forward against him as he shook off his simple sandals while his feet swelled into massive broad animal foot-paws while his legs pulled up at a new animal angle. "I'll keep your secret," she leaned up under his chin, hand pulling at the back of his massive neck under his flickering rounded ears as she whispered. "If you show me how you play with the big boys."

"Hah, Oh jeeze," he panted, face twisting in an indecisive grin. Rashi wrapped his arms around her, breathing quickening as there was another tearing rip of fabric and the remains of his shirt fluttered to the dusty floor. "Yeah. Really yeah. Definitely yeah," she raised an eyebrow as he pulled back. "Just hold on a sec," he fumbled with his fly for a second, before yanking up with his blunt black claws in frustration, tearing out the waist of his slacks and letting his ruined pants fall to the ground. "Sorry, if you miss that part it get's kinda weird." his eyes shifted around as she stared at the massive bulge pressing against the thin whiteness of his underwear, the last scrap of human clothing on him.

Licking her lips she set the flashlight against the smooth floor, stepping up and running her hands down through the fur of his well-muscled chest as the shadows accentuated all of his bestial features. Dana hadn't been this turned on in ages, it was very strange, but it just felt so right to be close to his now mussed up furry body. Looking up into his almost pitch black eyes, she leaned in and deeply inhaled his earthy musk. "I think I like 'kinda weird.'" She let her face slide lower through the softer hair of his belly. "I think I might enjoy it quite a bit," she let out a throaty rumble while she pulled back the straining elastic of his drawers.

"Ahhhhahahaha!" his voice was hardly human now, but she smiled, loving that she had caused such a bestial ululation.

"Hmmm," this was different. Certainly not what she had been expecting. A strange tapering chiseled tip of dark flesh was pulsing slowly out of a brown furry animal sheath that hung around its girthy base. The scent hit her like a ton of bricks as she pulled her head in closer. "What do we have here?" she stroked a finger across the strange slanted head, grinning as it pulsed and bobbed out longer in reaction to even the smallest touch.

"Hah, mmm. Oh," he panted. "You, don't have to. If, unngh, you don't want to I mean," he thought out loud as she teased him. None of the others were ever so considerate as to tend to his lusty needs on those hot musky nights when he 'worked' with them. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but when confronted with something so tender and vividly different . . . he just wanted more of it.

"Oh, don't worry about me," she purred, kneeling between his legs. His condensed and cracked around her as his feet started pulling up into a heavyset digitgrade stance, muscles and sinews pulling tight as they changed that last bit and snapped into their proper formation. "You're the big bad wolf here. Or . . . Hyena I guess?" She clenched her hand around his swelling member, feeling the odd dark glistening skin throb under her caress. "I'm just going to be your Little Red," she felt bad for trying such a cheesy line, but he howled with laughter and pleasure, making her feel more confident as she leaned in.

She slowly peeled down his briefs, tugging them off as she cradled his massive tight animal balls in one of her hands. Their hefty fuzzy weight was perfect against her manicured fingers and she squeezed them gingerly as Rashi whined out in pleasure. God this was strange, but he just seemed so adorable, like a dog that wanted to jump up and play but had been told to stay down so many times before.

His teeth ground together as his blunt muzzle stretched out, lips peeling back to reveal his massive set of wicked looking teeth as he hunched further forward. Rashi moaned out as she curiously rubbed her finger against the soft furry edges of his sheath, "Oh grnnnngh, Hmmmm. That's gooood," he growled out, making her giggle at his now seemingly rough voice, but she could still hear the burning of his cheeks behind the words.

"Oh I've picked up a few tricks here and there, and I'm pretty sure you have as well," she pinched the loose flesh between his plump furry balls and rubbed it gently together as he moaned. "And I think I rather like you, so for the moment, let's be, very, close, friends." she punctuated every word with her other hand sliding against the length of his throbbing animal erection.

"I just, hah!" Rashi panted out, "Thought that you'd be terrified, or, I dunno . . . I don't get out of the cave all that often." He stared down as she took his throbbing dark skinned pole of flesh between her hands and twisted it slightly, making him yelp.

"I'm more resilient than you think. I've learned to play in the big leagues. Anything those bastards can do I can do twice as well," Dana stroked the girthy cock between her palms, it had swelled along with his body, becoming larger than anything she had seen in a bedroom before. But she really wasn't repulsed, this wasn't like a monster movie at all, his needy scent poured into her as she pulled up and down in long hard strokes until a glistening spurt of pre dribbled out the strange chiseled tip.

"I just, I mean. Oh man. . . Hehehe," he groaned out as she pinched the tip of his member, spreading the pre around it until it glistened. "I really do like you, you know? I wouldn't want to . . . !" Rashi stopped rambling as she clenched in hard and stroked down roughly, pulling at the thin skin of his cock as she smiled up at him.

"Your little friend here says otherwise," Dana ground back up slowly, grinning as he squirmed and chuckled in that strange animal way. She was filled with a confidence that she had never felt before. "And trust me, you'll get your turn to play." With that she bent down, rubbing her soft smooth cheek against the side of his animal penis before opening her red lips and taking the tip of his member into her moist sultry mouth.

Rashi pressed himself back against the wall, clawed hands scraping over the intricate patterns, tracing through the grooves and ridges as she teasingly suckled, nibbling on the sensitive head of his cock. His balls clenched and writhed, close already, and her free hand slid against them, squeezing the soft jostling flesh with a delightfully persistent rhythm.

The taste was amazing, a deep musk that burned into her mind with its robust masculinity. She couldn't help herself as she slid her other hand down below her skirt, rubbing against her moistening crotch and shuddering slightly. Dana let herself slide lower, thick meat of the warm member filling her mouth as she swirled her tongue around it, feeling it pulse and throb with strong jerking jolts of pleasure that were more energetic than any simple man's.

"Dana, I ahhehe, Oh I'm gonna. . .!" his leathery paws clenched tightly against the sides of her head, enveloping her ears as he pulled her down further until his needy tip was buried in the contracting flesh at the back of her throat. His balls both clenched simultaneously as he felt his hyenine cock light up, spilling pressured gouts of his thick seed down her gagging throat.

She choked on the hot volumes of male essence flowing into her gullet, pulling back against his strong paws until he relaxed and let her slide her head back, coughing slightly, quickly regaining her composure as the crestfallen hyena-thing looked down at her, cock still oozing out its odoriferous load.

"Oh god, I'm sorry. I kind of have a hair trigger, and I'm not used to that much . . ." his paws waved about as if he couldn't find a place for them, eyes wide with concern as he look down over her.

She cleared her throat, swallowing more of the unusually tempting cum that she could feel seething within her. The taste and smell combined were enough to fill her with a hazy phosphorescent desire. "Well, it seems you do like to play rough every now and again," she licked across her sodden lips. "Now let's put that big silly mouth of yours to work . . ." Dana leaned back spreading her legs out and inviting him in.

Finding that sometimes actions speak louder than words (and were certainly harder to stumble over) Rashi got to his hands and legs obediently, almost seeming to be more comfortable on all fours as his huffing muzzle approached her curiously. It had been ages since he'd been with a woman, but he still remembered some tricks, and god, her smell . . . He didn't remember it being quite this smoldering a moment ago, but now it poured into his snout like liquid heat, drawing him closer.

She groaned as his cold nose pressed against her soft silken panties and she could feel the heat of his panting hot breath through them. His massive clawed hand gently pulled the base of her undergarment to the side, but paused a moment to rub it between animal fingers almost wistfully before tentatively lapping out with his long flat animal tongue and scraping across the edges of her moist labia.

"Ohhh, I know you can do better than that," Dana scritched against his ears as his back legs tensed, pushing him forward against her. "Ohh, yes, that's closer . . ." He began to lap out and nibble at her straining clit with his small front teeth between his massive fangs. Her hands ran up and down through his almost black mane of fur that ran down his long thick neck.

Huffing with a strange rising lust, foreign instincts began to guide him as he slipped his tongue inside of her trembling pussy lips that began to clench and pull in at him. Rashi let out a bass rumbling growl of pleasure as his bestial lust drove him forward like a man possessed and he began to ravenously pump his tongue deeper and deeper, pulling back only to gnaw at her hot button of a clitoris.

"Ohh, Ah!" where this sudden sure of vigor had come from Dana did not know, but she loved every bit of it as he rasped around against her inner walls. "Good boy. Very good boy," she moaned out as he seemed to be sinking impossibly deep within her, new feelings beginning to well up from the pit of her stomach. Her insides felt like flowing molten steel as they clenched harder and harder with a vice-like intensity.

With a lunging snarl, Rashi's body pressed forward with a new forcefulness, cold huffing nose jammed against her pulsing clit and sniffing in the growing smell of her smoldering lust as he lashed out and her insides that seemed to force him further and further back. Switching his focus to her now pulsing clitoris, he lapped up its length as her hands tightened, grabbing up handfuls of his fur as he slathered her in lusty licks.

Her mouth hung open, moaning as she felt every stroke with new acuity, the teeth that nibbled and teased felt more and more vivid and she could feel the insides of his hot maw rubbing against her. The long strokes of the tongue were barely entering her now, just brushing against the impossibly tight lips of her clenched labia even as the skin around them seemed to loosen, becoming blissfully sensitive as the rasping tongue slid between them.

This once-timid seeming man was now a snarling beast, and she loved it, teeth clenched together as the sensations rose to a fervored pitch. The ridges on the roof of his mouth scraped against her with impossible acuity and her muscles jerked and tugged as the tongue somehow wrapped around her flesh before stroking up it. His eyes closed as he sunk down and licked around under her clitoris, wet tongue slurping as something pushed the loosening flesh out taut, straining out warm and firm.

Dana began to buck her hips, pulling his massive head down tighter as she felt an impossible warmth begin to press out where the tongue stroked below her throbbing clit. She felt herself clench and throb, churn and writhe in a way that made her body twist in pleasure. She was startled by a drawn out tearing noise that snapped her back to her senses as she pulled up against the massive chin between her thighs, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Rashi whined and made a few more desperate laps as he pulled back, bestial instincts dying down.

Her shoulders hunched over, and she let out a garbled wordless grunt as her shirt began to burst out at the seams. Panting, she tried to set her priories straight, "Hold on, time out," she managed to gasp out, pulling off her skirt and panties quickly and reaching back to unclasp her now straining bra as her chest began to barrel out.

Rashi looked up at her quizzically, licking his chops and then stopping to stare wide eyed at her crotch.

"What? These are Armani, and a real bitch to find new ones because they stopped . . . making . . . them . . ." Dana trailed off as she followed the amazed hyena's gaze down until her jaw dropped and she begin to comprehend what was happening. Jutting from between her legs was a throbbing massive black pillar of flesh, glistening in the dim light of the electric torch, a pair of large fuzzy hyenine testes nestled below it.

She reached a trembling hand forward, thinking that she must be hallucinating, but as soon as her outstretched fingertips brushed against it, Dana knew it was real, causing a shiver to run through her body as her shoulders cracked out wider. She growled as her finger slid down the tapered shaft almost of its own accord, making a thin dribble of pre leak from the top as she reached the furry rim of her new sheath.

Rashi didn't dare speak, he was terrified. He didn't think that anything could happen to a woman, especially this far out. She was probably furious, her saw her jaw clenching, canines stretching out into sharp points as he whimpered slightly.

There was a moment of complete silence in the tunnel before she threw her head back and let out a cackling laugh, stockings ripping as her legs began to bulk up and swampy brown fur began to push through the rents in bunched tufts. "Oh, this is rich," she cracked up, the whole situation seeming to be suddenly hilarious. "Of all the possible outcomes!" her cock wobbled as she laughed uproariously, shoulders cracking out wider as she hunched forwards. "Come 'ere you wriggling little miscreant."

Her hands pulled in at the sides of the awestruck Rashi's animal face, yanking him into an intense kiss as his ears perked up. She savagely lapped against his sharp teeth as her face began to stretch out, straining as her nose flattened into moist leathery blackness at the end of her forming muzzle. She pulled herself in closer, hands scrabbling against the thick fur on his back as they bulged out, nails condensing into blunt black claws as her arms swelled with rippling muscles. Dana could taste the remains of her gloriously altered femininity against his soft tongue as it entwined around her own and he let out a soft whine.

He could feel her tongue lengthening as it lashed further and further into his mouth, teasing the back of his throat as she chuckled manically into his muzzle. Pulling the cute little male against herself, her nipples blazed with hot sensation as they rubbed against the scrubby fur of his chest. As she pulled tighter, the feelings became more intense and dun fur raced over her breasts while they were mashed against him. He could feel her neck stretching out farther with deep cracking pops, letting her push tighter against his muzzle as her corded muscles bulged. Atop her head her ears were thinning out and twitching up towards the top of her head, coated in a dusting of murky brown with darker tips that twitched with mischievous intent.

Suddenly, her eyes squinted closed like she was in intense concentration as the back of her hips began to ache and she reached back with a snarl as if swatting at a fly. Rashi knew that a growing tail could be a little difficult the first time, and he had a solution, even though she was quickly growing easily as large as he was . . . He knew how to please other beasts though, and she had been so very kind to him, so he pulled back from the kiss, panting; bringing his wide paw-hand up and suckling seductively at one of his broad fingers. The beast that was Dana growled against his neck as he scooted his waist closer, tail slapping against the ground as her heavy swelling testicles bumped against his own sensitive balls, still recovering from their earlier unexpected expenditure.

She began to grind her hips up and down, feeling her still growing cock slide against the silky fur of his belly, matting it down as her balls tensed against his own and caused a drip of masculine scented pre to dribble from the tip. Even as she became more bestial, Rashi could feel that she was still careful not to hurt him, although her grip was tight and vice-like, she didn't use her claws to do more than scrape against his twitching skin.

He reached around behind her, leather padded fingers tracing down the small of her back before he ran across the bulge of her forming tail, eliciting a yipe of pain and pleasure from her. "That's okay," he cooed. "Just relax," he slid down with his moist digit, still glistening with his own saliva as he pressed against her quickly changing anus. "The tail's a little odd at first, but you'll love it once it really gets started," his smooth pad rubbed in against the taut flesh, moving in tight circles as her hips shifted and pushed out her asshole to a more prominent animal position.

She growled as her spine creaked out slowly, building up an insane pressure within her, making her mind boil as his fingertip circled one last time and gently slid inside of her, taking an edge off the impossible feeling of her tail grinding out. "Good girl . . . err, boy?" he muttered as she panted, eyes still closed as her ass clenched around him with inhuman strength.

Dana's tongue lolled out as she opened her eyes, now a blazing golden yellow with jet black pupils that dilated with wicked intent. "More," she growled out, lapping her tongue against the side of Rashi's surprised little muzzle as she hugged herself tightly against him. Her breasts didn't seem to be growing along with the rest of her, on the contrary, they stretched out thinner and tighter against her broad powerful chest. Dana's nipples darkened into wide sensitive black nubs atop her strong pectorals allowing her to pull herself closer against his warm body as their flat chests rubbed together.

Rashi's ears folded back as he saw her eyes, they contained a wild lust unlike any he had seen before, and that bright amber color was completely new to him, but they seemed to stare into his soul in a way that made him just want to kneel before her. Dana's ass wriggled around, clenching at his naughty digit as he sank in up to his second knuckle, making her grumble in approval as a dark black haired tuft formed at the end of her now erratically waving still growing tail that made the muscles of her ass clench with every whapping motion.

The pink flesh of her anus darkened, clenching around his wriggling ministrations as it became supple, gaining animal strength as it writhed, tail pushing out to its full length above it with a fluffy tuft of fur just above her stretched ass. Dana relaxed as the dark haired end of her new appendage began to pat against the sandstone floor while her thighs and calves bulked up, bursting through the remnants of her stockings as they strained larger and more powerful.

Carefully, Rashi slid his finger out of her, leaving her clenched dark orifice twitching behind him as he stroked against it one last time. Carefully, he pulled back from her and then began to rub and knead at her twitching feet. Dana's bones snapped and clenched together as they grew out longer and he rubbed down the stretching lengths of her feet as she moaned out her bass approval, long pink tongue licking across her dark chops. He slid his padded fingers in between her grasping toes, making her rounded ears twitch and a thin bead of saliva leak from the corner of her jaws. With a sudden strain, the front of her foot bulged out, claws jerking forward as thick dark leathery pads blossomed, swelling and pushing against his roughly pulsing fingers as they swelled into their perfect impressive hyenine size.

Dana let her clawed foot-paws clack to the floor heavily as she pushed herself to her feet, long broad neck craning forwards over her bestial form. Her member bobbed below her, throbbing blackness twinging with electric pleasure as it rubbed against the soft but bristly fur of her belly. Black tipped rounded ears flickering atop her head as she tried to gather her thoughts.

Rashi licked his lips as he looked up at her and drew in a great lungful of her musky powerful scent with undertones of woodsmoke and asphalt after a thunderstorm. He knew what she wanted even before she did, and he was happy to show her his area of expertise. Rolling onto all fours, he lowered his shoulders and raised his ass up into the cool night air, wagging his tail as the larger beast looked down at him mesmerized. "What are you waiting for?" he intoned, looking back over his shoulder as her golden eyes watched his tufted tail sway, tugging his supple anus this way and that.

Her wet black nose huffed, sniffing up his desirous scent as she let herself fall forward onto her animal paws. It felt so natural with her strong legs tensed behind her, tail swaying slowly above them as she padded forward. She sniffed at his bulging testes, letting his sandy scent wash into her as her broad tongue lapped out and lifted his orbs, letting them jostle to the side as she lapped in again and again. His back arced as she took one of his testes into her careful jaws, sucking at it hard enough to make him moan before letting it slide out of her mouth, wet and pulsing.

He rest his chin between his front paws as she divided his balls, licking harshly between them in long sliding strokes, pulling up further and further, dragging along his taint in wild lashes. Rashi's claws raked against the rough floor as she slurped up across his clenched dark skinned anus, making it writhe as the black tip of his member began to once again peek out from his obscured sheath. The hot wet salvo of licks only built up in intensity, pulling at his supple flesh harder and harder, occasionally rubbing at the fuzzy base of his wagging tail as she began to slow down, pressing with firm growling shoves against his straining ring of musky muscle.

Haunches bulging while she pushed forwards, Dana's own throbbing cock leaked out a strand of pre as she focused her efforts, hot fleshy tongue straining, and then slowly sinking into his wildly contracting insides. Her ears twitched with satisfaction as Rashi let out a surprised bark of pleasure, tail standing stark upright as she shoved further inside of his ass, roughly fucking him with her wet lash. Pulling out and shoving in again, she built up a slick rhythm while her panting nose huffed in his tempting spice. Surging forward with one last lewd advance, Rashi's eyes watered as she pressed against something inside of him with firm intensity and then slid slowly out with a teasing, unhurried flourish.

Pulling back and licking her lips Dana's heavy breathing and padding footsteps rang through the cave as Rashi panted as he gathered his senses about him. He was expecting her to suddenly leap on him and fill the aching void her tongue had left inside of him, but instead she shuffled around for a second and pulled something off of the floor. Her arms wrapped around him, and he was confused as they pulled something taut against his chest, fumbling around behind him as he looked down at the taut straining red pastel fabric of Dana's bra, stretched past capacity over his massive chest.

"Dana!?" Rashi coughed out, fur on his cheeks brushing up in an animal blush

"Hmmmm, I saw you looking," she grabbed her discarded panties and lifted up his legs, sliding them onto his unresisting form one side at a time. He moaned as the tightly drawn fabric was snugged up past his strong thighs, and then with a final tugging yank drawn up so that the front lewdly cradled his straining testes, member creeping up past the frilly red and remarkably ductile fabric.

"But you said they were hard to find and . . ."

She shushed him by slapping his firm and now decorated ass, causing him to let out a startled yelp. "Consider them a gift for what you're about to give me," she reached a massive clawed hand between his legs to cup his straining testes, now pulled tight by the thin red cloth. Rashi whined in need as she squeezed. He'd never been so turned on in his life, and his member throbbed out longer, previous exertion almost forgotten as she slid her paws around his waist.

No more words were needed as they both panted with anticipation in the dim illumination. She pulled her heavy body forward against him, rubbing against the sheer fabric stretched over his waiting tail-hole. The feeling of the satiny fabric against the head of her swollen cock made Dana grown as her pre-seed soaked into the material: the only thing left in her way. Hooking a clawed finger under the cloth she yanked it to the side as Rashi's panting became faster and faster in apprehension as her powerful hips began to rock forward, her member brushing against his taut balls before sliding up and with one smooth stroke pressing against his tight anus for a split second before stretching his needy tight ass wide around her throbbing cock as she forced her way inside of his clenching slickened hole.

Dana's lips peeled back in a manic grin as she felt his velvety smooth insides writhe around her as she pulled back and slammed in further. A strange barking titter bubbled up from inside of her as she grasped his hips in her splayed out paw-hands, pulling herself deeper with every thrust as her balls jostled with their ponderous weight.

Breaths coming out in ragged pants, Rashi moaned as his ass was stretched out wider and wider with every rough shove. She was so big, girthy in all the right ways as he instinctively clenched down around her pulsing pole of dark flesh. With every thrust she pulled herself further on top of him, their brushy fur grinding together until her belly rested against his back and they rocked together like animals.

The wet heavy sounds of their lust echoed through the silence of the cave as she let her chin rest between his powerful shoulders, huffing out a blissful wheeze as his supple ass pulled at her tense dick, making a tight simmering heat rise up in the pit of her stomach as her balls pulled and churned. The added stimulation of the smooth panties rubbing against the base of her cock was enough to make her tongue flicker out and lap at nothingness.

She shoved forward with renewed vigor, making Rashi moan as her own taut balls patted against his own, pressed tighter and tighter with each ensuing thrust. His own black spire of flesh wobbled below him now, oozing out clear musky pleasure as she slid back and forth over his tortured prostate. The smell of hyenine lust in the air was almost a solid tangible thing, causing both of their huffing noses to flare in sensation after each deep sniff.

Her burly arms dragged up the fur of his sides, teasing the stretched strap of his bra before sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around to scritch under his chin while her humping picked up the pace with small jackhammer thrusts. Pulling his flexible neck back, Dana strained forward into a sloppy kiss, panting tongue sliding into his half open mouth as her amber eyes stared manically into his deep brown orbs while she licked past his slack black lips into his balmy maw.

The muscles in her massive thighs bulged as she surged forward, slamming into him and jamming their balls together as she hilted herself in the writhing mewling flesh of the animal below her. Her tempo slowed to intense lurching shoves that rocked both of them, and the molten passion inside of her began to bubble up, heat rising as her eyes widened and her balls clenched, tight against Rashi's own warm testes. Dana's foot claws dug small furrows into the sandstone below her and her hands squeezed against Rashi's shoulders with vice-like pressure as her tail stood straight up, eyes dilating as burning heat welled up in her cock a second before she began to loose pressured jets of animal seed straight into his writhing depths.

Rashi felt her explode within him, the heat coursing through his body as his tail jerked against her belly and his own cock needfully throbbed below him. His claws tensed and relaxed over and over again as the unending torrent of thick heat filled him up as her throbbing cock arced up again and again within his writhing ass. The sensations were so intense that he was barely aware of one of her plate sized paws sliding under his side and rubbing over the fur on his belly. He bucked back against her as she suddenly grasped around his rock hard member in a tight squeezing grip that made his ears perk up as his silk nestled balls jerked and his member began to gush out hot pressured spurts of white male essence against the dry floor, making him moan with each mind shattering contraction.

Dana felt his tight ass begin to randomly and furiously contract with his orgasm, pulling needfully at her cock as he began to cum. She let out a series of cackling howls as she was milked harder and harder, her balls aching as they slapped against his own and her tail waved above her own contracting animal anus. Below her, Rashi's eyes lightened, turning a blazing amber that matched her own as he was seeded by the powerful male ramming with furious strength into his needy ass.

The once still air was filled with their yowling yips and barks of pleasure as they pulled each other along in a vicious cycle of pleasure. Their muscles strained and bulged, tongues slavering as they slammed together again and again, fucking every last ounce of energy from each other as their jerking members squeezed out their last pleasured jolts of seed.

Rashi's clenching ass relaxed as she slowly slid out from him, leaving a trail of thick musky whiteness dribbling down his thigh and staining the red fabric of his feminine panties.

Huffing, Dana leaned back against the wall. "That's something I could get used to," she panted out, slick member beginning to recede, nestling itself in her fuzzy sheath.

"Well," Rashi lay on his side against the other etched wall as he caught his breath. "I don't know, what happened there exactly, but," he licked his lips as he looked up at her with his new golden eyes that glinted in the dim tilted electric light. "I think I like it," he grinned wildly.

"Now then," she pushed herself to her feet easily, corded muscles rippling under her spotted fur. "I think I have a big cave I'd like to get into,and then that smiling bastard and I will have words," she licked her chops after the last syllable, letting out an animal laugh. "And you're coming with me."

Sure thing," Rashi rose to his padded feet, about a full head shorter than the beast that stood before him; "Boss."

Her lips curled up into a wicked grin as he said that beautiful word. She smirked as she looked down at his particular ensemble, "and you can leave those on," she growled out as he reached behind him trying to grab the strap to the straining silky bra. "I want everyone to know that you're mine."

Cheeks fluffing out, he bashfully grinned back at her, hand hiding the receding erection poking out from his silken underwear before he shrugged. The tight clothes were really nicely made . . . and the snugness made it feel like someone was constantly hugging him. Anyways, he didn't care about what anyone thought at this point, other than Dana of course.

He followed her out of the long passage, back to under the brilliant starry desert sky, watching the cocksure swaying of her hips and tail as they padded directly towards the looming mouth of the cave.

She stopped, hands on her hips as the two guards at the mouth of the cave saw her and their jaws dropped.

"Excuse me," she said with a low growl. "I believe my appointment is long overdue . . ."

Rashi grinned as she walked unabashedly into the cave with him trotting obediently behind her. He was going to enjoy being under new management . . .