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(The following is mostly a work of fiction. It contains sexual situation, profanity and violence. Tracker McCoy is property of myself. Luna Darkwater and Nightrose are copyright their players and used with permission. This is a first attempt for me to write a bit of a mystery that has erotic overtones in it.)

"I understand this is not your typical type of case Mr. McCoy," the somewhat youthful bovine woman said gently, "But I would really appreciate you getting involved." She looked at him with her large brown eyes a moment before taking a drink of her soda and setting it down.

Tracker McCoy watched her a moment. His right ear stood erect and perked to pay better attention as his left ear, the floppy one, mostly held still. His emerald green eyes stayed partially locked on the client as he took some of his own drink, waiting for her to continue.

"Considering your occupation," She continued gently, "I am sure you are aware of the recent string of killings ." Tracker nodded, not wanting to interrupt as she kept going. "Well one of the more recent victims was my brother." She took some tissues, wiping her eyes. She reached into her purse and produced a picture.

The dalmatian coyote mixed took the picture and looked at it. The bull fit the lines of the slaying. He was young, under thirty, somewhat muscular, and apparently healthy. He studied it a moment, turning the photo around to look at the back, checking for any information written on it as some people do.

"So tell me," He said calmly as he set the photo down, locking her with his eyes, "Why come here claiming to be his sister?" His face stayed still as she looked at him, seeing the look of surprise cross the bovine features. He leaned forward, bringing his paws together as he looked at her with more intent, waiting for the female cow to explain herself to him.

"Alright," she said softly, giving a sigh of resignation, "You're right Mr. McCoy, I'm not his sister." She took a moment, looking back up. "I was his lover. I found out what happened and came to you. I told you I was his relative because it seemed believable and I didn't want his mate to find out. What gave me away?"

"I will take the case," Tracker said, leaning back, "I can't guarantee results but I'll see what I can do." He watched her a moment before standing up. The cow female stood up and walked with him to the door. She stopped, looking at him again.

"But you didn't answer me," She said, looking at him again. "What gave me away Mr. McCoy?" Tracker looked at her a moment as she asked. Her large brown eyes looked at him, wanting to know. The mixed canine let out a sigh and relented.

"There were about three things," He responded, "first there were the markings. You are clearly of guernsey, where as he is descended from angus. Second, your last name and his are different, though I admit his name does go with you being named Aphrodite. Finally, a sister doesn't carry a picture that has to my loving friend and so much more written on it." With that, he shut the door and went to figure out where to start his investigation on the case.

Luna shifted some, looking around in the darkness as she waited. The black mink shined in the moonlight, causing her silver hair to practically glow. She checked her watch, pulling up her own jacket tighter around the lithe mink body. She smiled as she saw the familiar form approaching, able to recognize right by the right ear sticking up and left ear flopping around.

"There you are," she said with a slight smile, "I was wondering when you would show up." She adjusted her jacket again, making sure to be comfortable in it as the private investigator showed up.

"My apologies officer Darkwater," Tracker said gently. "Something I was working on at the moment took longer then I expected it to." He smiled slightly at the mink detective, omitting the fact that the delay that took longer was his dinner cooking. Luna adjusted her glasses, looking at him a moment.

"We've known each other a while Tracker," She said, letting out a sigh, "In fact we've been more then coworkers." She gave a wink, smiling as her tail moved. "We are out here alone so you can look at a crime scene. There are no officers, no media. You can call me by name. Now come on."

Tracker smiled and started following Luna as they went past the tape, entering the most recent crime scene to date in the case. He followed her as best as he could, looking around.

"The forensics and all that has been done already, right?" He asked, stopping to look at the mink leading him. She nodded to him as he lead the half coyote male to the spot where the body had been found.

"Here we are," She said, pointing toward the main area of the scene as she looked toward him. "This is where the most recent body was found. A massively built wolf, seven foot flat. Same signs as we have found before. Hints of semen, blood, claw and bite marks. Only difference was that someone reported howling shortly before the police were called."

"That would make sense," Tracker said as he moved toward where she pointed, "If the victim was a male wolf, then it's natural he would howl during climax." He bent down on his haunches, holding his tail up against his back to keep it from touching the ground. His nose twitched as he sniffed around. A paw pointed out toward the prints on the ground of where the wolf would be standing. He traced along to the marks of the attacker.

Luna scanned the crime scene again, checking to see if there was anything that she had missed. This was the typical alley for the most part. It was dark and out of sight of the street. There was dirt with prints of where the victim and the other stood. Several spatters of blood show signs of a struggle and, if she had the equipment, could see the drops of cum she smelled. She looked back at the half-coyote half-dalmatian as he shifted.

He got closer to where the attacker was, sniffing around as he looked. There was a strangeness to the prints. It looked as though there had been something smaller there at first and had grown to the larger size. He continued his way up the wall, when a heavy musk hit his nostrils. Here was the spot. This was where the sexual activity took place. He shook his head as he stood up.

"How tall is the estimate on the killer's size?" he asked as he turned around, looking back at the mink detective. He watched as she thought a moment, trying to remember the calculations.

"Between seven foot ten and eight foot two," she finally responded. She watched him a moment at the response, waiting to see what happened. She liked Tracker. He was a nice male and somewhat intelligent. He could have made detective if he had been willing to go through the academy training. She smiled slightly, being glad that she was his connection to the force and would not do as well in some cases if she had not helped him so well.

Tracker nodded to himself slowly, looking at the area again. The height of the attacker seemed to fit the foot prints and claw marks. The problem was... there were signs of something else. Something shorter. He let out a sigh as he turned to head back toward Luna. He may see about coming back in the day time and seeing if there was anything he missed.

"So," Luna said to him as they started to leave the scene, "is this are usual deal on when I miss a meal to help you look at a crime scene?" She turned looking at him again. They had been doing this for several months and had come to a mostly informal agreement in some ways. The dinner part was alright, but there were more fun parts that had been worked out.

"Alright alright," the canine said in a mock teasing tone, "I guess I can take you out to get one quick bite to eat." The last of his formality was shed as they walked away from the scene, finishing up the work for the night. "But I make no guarantees I won't be trying to get in a quick bite or two myself." He snapped his jaws teasingly to make his point, causing the mink to laugh as the two went off to get something to eat.

As morning comes and starts to reach noon, Tracker sat in the police offices, looking through the files for the recent slayings. He let out a sigh of frustration, setting the third or fourth file that he had looked at back down on the desk. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wishing he could get a head scratching right about now.

"No luck yet?" Luna asked softly as she came in to check on him. She looked at the frustrated canine a moment and started scratching around the base of his ears.

"Unfortunately not," the canine growled, picking up another file, "They all have the same basic details." He flips through, scanning it. "the male is seven feet tall or higher. There are signs of violence in the form of claw and teeth marks on the body. The genital sizes were over a foot in length, bordering on or being hypertrophic."

"Which mean you have something to worry about," She teased, the mink tail wiggling at her joke. Tracker shifted and looked at her with little amusement. His length was seven inches from tip to the head of the knot. It was nothing massive, but he was proud of it.

"Anyway," he continued, turning back to the file, "They were all in the same region even if in different locations." He sighs and sets the folder down on the desk in front of him. "Maybe if I could mark them on the map I'd have some idea of where the attacker goes to find their victims."

"Well we have a few extra maps," Luna said as she pulled her paw away, "They're incase we need to plan a sting or the main one we use is torn somehow." The mink gave a mischievous grin and wink. "I'm certain that no one would mind if we borrowed one to study where the attacker could be or where he or she will pick up the next person."

As the map was pulled off and the attacks marked off separate from all other crimes occurring, it did give them a visible region to work in. There were no clubs and one bar with-in the area. It may not have be where the actual meeting was, but it was a good place to start.

As Tracker reached the diner for lunch, his mind went over the map again and something came to mind. There was a section that did not show any sign of the attacker. He started to mentally mark off the points and when they occurred. There seemed a good chance that one of the attacks would take place there tonight. He called the police department and reported this as he waited for his food to arrive.

He had another theory formulating, but it was a little more outrageous and would be best if he did not tell it to the police yet. After what he had seen at the crime scene last night and the most recent one this morning gave him the impression that the attacker was some type of supernatural being.

Storm clouds started to form overhead as he walked along the streets, finally reaching "Rose Mage." He pushed the door open, the ringing the bell to announce his arrival. The smell of multiple herbs hit his nose, making him grateful he ate before he came in. She had been clever enough to leave the mints and such out while sealing the fouler smelling plants in jars. He walked toward the counter to talk to her.

"Welcome Mr. McCoy," she said softly, "what brings you here today?" The rose striped black tigress smiled, her tail flicking a moment. She set the book aside to bring her paws to the desk, waiting on his request.

"Hello Nightrose," He said back, walking up, "I need something special. I'm tracking down a supernatural being and need some way to arrest it as well as someway to defend myself." The canine reached the counter and leaned on it. Nightrose was one of the most knowledgeable furs around when it came to magic and Tracker had relied on her capabilities more then once.

"Well I'm afraid I can't help you with the catching part without knowing more about what the creature is," The feline filled him in with a calm manner, "However, when it comes to defending yourself..." She bends down and reaches under the counter. "What kind of gun do you use?"

"A .22 revolver," Tracker repeated, having forgotten he carried it for a moment. It was with him, but he tended not to use it most of the time. It was normally the first thing he did when confronting a criminal, but he almost never fired it. He did not even have it loaded.

"Here we are," She said proudly, pulling the box out. She set it down before him and opened the box, revealing twenty two caliber shells. "Silver bullets. I know Hollywood says they are for werewolves, but they work on a large number of supernatural entities."

"So you can guarantee that this will be able to protect me from it?" He asked, tail wagging some as he looked at the gleaming shells. They were actual silver bullets. It was hard to believe they were real and were probably going to be expensive.

"No," the tigress told him flat out, "Like I said, they work on a large number of them, not all. There are also some that react to steel and others the can be hurt by wrought iron. I can't guarantee they will work against what you are after, but they will be your best chance for the time being. If not then come back and I'll see if I can give you something better."

Tracker sighed and nodded. The idea of using something that did not work for certain was unappealing, but he probably could not beat it physically himself and lead bullets never worked on paranormal creatures.

"How much do I owe you?" He finally asked, looking up at her from the bullets. Nightrose smiled some as she pushed the box aside, starting to work out the payment. The wholesale for the bullets was pretty expensive, but her business did well and when the half-coyote did come in, he was a very good customer. She sold it to him for a fair amount, and set it up for him to pay later as was usually done with the more expensive items and the better customers.

The clouds grew thicker as night approached. There was no thunder or lightning as the rain started to drizzle. It never fully rained, just kept the slow light drizzle that almost did not even hit the ground.

Tracker McCoy for one was grateful that it was not actually raining. If he was right, there would be an attack tonight, and a downpour would reduce the evidence that he and the police could find.

He patrolled along the area, letting his eyes scan back and forth as he walked. He would stop and look into the alleys as he reached them. So far there had been no luck. The fact that this was the area there had been no attacks yet did narrow it down, but there was still a somewhat large area for him to check alone.

The half-coyote checked his watch. It was getting close to midnight. The later it got, the more likely it was that the attack was already happening. He let out a growl of frustration as he continued walking, wanting to bring this case to an end.

Tracker stopped, ears perking as much as they could as he heard a scream, and shot off as fast as he could. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the cellular phone. His thumb hit the speed dial and the talk, waiting for the hello.

"Luna," He said into it, trying to make sure he could be heard, "It's Tracker. I need an ambulance and some squad cars. There's an attack and we may just have a survivor if not the attacker themselves. I'll leave the phone on so you can track my location." With that he slipped it back into his pocket and stopped where he believed the scream came from. He peaked carefully, reaching for his revolver.

A muscular stag stood against the wall, a laceration on the chest. It looked in horror at the larger creature standing before it. The creature's eyes were glowing red and the body was black with a purple sheen to it. The long tail lashed in excitement as it stood over the captive, the dripping fangs bared as it got ready to strike.

"Freeze," Tracker shouted as he put the loader to the chamber. He pulled it free to load all six silver bullets in and snapped the chamber shut. The creature took no notice, but the stag turned to look at the canine. He was about to shout for help when a claw flicked out, lacerating his throat.

Tracker held the gun up and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the side of the monster's head, causing it to snap to the other side. It did not go down though. There was a metallic grinding noise as the creature growled, turning to look at him There was a plink as the bullet hit the ground, the spot Tracker had hit sealing up with only a circular scar as proof it had been hit at all.

Tracker held the gun as the creature approached, ready to fire again regardless of the fact it was ineffective. He let his eyes glance over to the stag who was still alive, clutching his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding. The half-coyote looked back at the creature who had started walking toward him. He locked his arms, jaw set to look as stern as he could as he aimed for the creatures forehead.

The canine ears perked at the sound of sirens approaching fast. He just hope he had enough time for them to get here. He fired again as the creature lunged at him. The shots did not kill it, but it was enough to push it back slightly and give him time to move backwards away from it.

The police finally managed to arrive, Luna pulling up in the lead vehicle. They were somewhat shocked by the sight of the creature and the half-coyote facing it, gun drawn. The creature looked at the cars, its eyes glowing brighter in the headlights. It snarled and turned, lunging out of sight and away from the scene

"In the alley," Tracker shouted, pointing, "We have a surviving victim. He needs medical attention." The Emergency Medical Technicians headed into the alley, giving the stag the medical attention needed to stop the bleeding and keep him alive.

"What happened?" Luna said softly as she stood next to him, "that thing looked pretty large. Are you okay?" She turned to look at him. Tracker did not respond at first. He was looking from where the creature had fled to where the attack had been.

"I shot it three times," He finally said, "The bullets weren't effective against it." He lets out a sight, then turns to look at her. "Looks like it's down to the department to give my official statement. I want to re-look through those files anyways." He gives her a hug then heads with her to the squad car.

The following morning, Tracker returned from his morning workout and stretched. He grabbed a drink from the refrigerator as he walked around, letting the house cool him off more as he went back through the past two days. He finally put the drink down and picked up the phone. He called Luna, getting the latest information on the case he could.

"It doesn't look very good," the mink told him over the phone after their greetings, "The victim from last night is alive, but he's too medicated to let us know what happened last night yet. There also seems to be damage to his voice so even when he recovers, he will never be able to speak again."

"There is good news though," She said with some excitement, "There was a packet of matches in his pocket from a bar. It's probably where he was when he was picked up and taken to the scene of the crime." Tracker took a sheet of paper and wrote down the name of the bar Luna told him. He smiled slightly. The odds were slim, but it would be his best chance.

Nightrose looked up from her counter as she heard the door opening. A smile flashed across her face at the sight of Tracker before noticing the seriousness on his muzzle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, composing herself for business.

"Welcome back Mr. McCoy," the tigress said calmly, "I take it that the bullets did not work as well as had been hoped?"

"No," the half-coyote said someone sadly, "they hit but didn't stop it. Luckily it was enough to distract the creature from it's prey." He then started to describe the creature as best he could, giving Rose as many details as he could. Her head nodded slowly as she listened, her tail giving the occasional lashing movement.

"Alright," The rose tigress said as she moved from behind the counter, "I know what you are talking about now." she gave him a slight smile as she started toward a locked display. "I'm afraid there's no way to capture it alive." The shop owner pulls out the key and starts unlocking it. "I do have what you require to destroy the creature." She pulled out a dagger. The blade looked to be made of Steel with copper filled etchings placed with in. "You will have to take this and stick the creature in the heart."

Tracker took the dagger by the handle and felt it. The blade was a little heavy for it to be properly balanced, but it was well enough to be usable. He turned it in his paw, looking at the razor sharpness of the jagged blade and the inscriptions marking both sides of the blade.

"Thank you," He said slightly happy, "I appreciate the help." With the he started walking to the counter to pay for the bullets and make a deposit on the dagger.

"My pleasure," She purred, walking around to ring things up, "It's kind of nice. If not for you I would only have new age wiccas and older females looking for a way to keep themselves looking young." With that she started ringing it up.

Later that night, Tracker sat at the bar, using the mirror behind it to look around at the others with in to see if he could pick up anyone suspicious. The bartender had filled him in on a little of the information. The bull that was the lover to his client was here as part of a birthday celebration. Unfortunately the guy never took notice of who the victims left with and had not even noticed most of the others.

His eyes scanned the area once more as he took a sip of his soda. It would probably seem strange to anyone watching for him to be alternating between alcohol and soda, but he needed to keep himself from getting drunk. The fact he was here was a far shot, but it was the best chance he had. Nightrose had told him the creature was very habitual. It would remain in a constant pattern unless there was a clear threat to the being itself. If the creature noticed him before he caught it, then he would have nothing else to go on at the moment.

At Eleven Thirty that evening, a young looking female rabbit approached him with a smile and sat down beside the canine. She ordered a drink and winked at Tracker. The canine smiled slightly, but his fur bristled at the sight. There was something about her that did not feel right.

Tracker used the rabbit to his advantage. He talked to her casually, learning she was called Billi. His eyes would scan around the bar still, looking for some sign for the predatory being he was here for, but could not catch sight of anything unusual. One possibility suddenly came to his mind, but he had to be absolutely certain about it.

As closing time approached, Tracker started to say his goodnights when Billi offered to walk home with him. As the two of them walked, Tracker started feeling something come over him. He felt an unusual arousal in his body for the rabbit girl. He focused as best as he could, catching a hint of the pheromones in the air.

By the time they reached Tracker's apartment building, he could barely keep track of what he needed to do. When the door opened and the light came on, he could see the white mark on her cheek and the two up on her forehead between her eyes.

As soon as the door closed, Billi started unzipping her sweatshirt, exposing her curves more thoroughly. She leaned forward and nibbled at Tracker, helping to pull his jacket off. She let out a little noise of excitement as she pressed her body against his, rubbing her breasts against his chest through the shirt.

Tracker slid the sweatshirt off as the rabbit's paws slide along his belt, just missing the dagger and sheath on the back. She pulled back a moment to raise her arm, letting the shirt fall away. Tracker murred at the sight of her smallish breasts and lack of a bra.

The rabbit girl dropped on her knees before him suddenly, looking up with a grin as her paws moved to undo the belt buckle and open the fly of his jeans. She murred as she slipped her paw into the fly of his boxers, feeling for the hardened canine shaft.

Tracker murred in pleasure as his cock was pulled out and Billi started sucking on the head. He moved a foot pad between her legs and rubbed, finding that she had no panties on and was already soaking wet.

He reached down, pulling her up off her knees. The coyote paws traveled down her back, reaching her skirt and undoing the zipper. He let it fall as he turned her around, pulling the smaller rabbit against him and pressing his shaft between her cheeks.

Billi let out a moan of pleasure as she felt the cock pressing against her but, starting to grind some. She wiggled back against him, letting out a whimper.

"Stop teasing," she finally moaned, looking back, "Fuck me. Stuff your coyote cock into my little bunny cunt and fuck me until I pass out." She dropped on her knees when she was let go, getting on all four and shaking her furry butt at him. The small tail raised high to show off to him as best it can.

Tracker dropped to all four, giving the rabbit's vaginal lips a lick as his instincts took over for most part. A part of his mind still kept a small amount of control, noticing the increase in pheromones this close to her vaginal opening and an unrealistic taste to the fluid on his tongue.

The half-coyote moved himself on top of her, nipping at the base of the long rabbit ears. He pressed his chest against her back, hearing the rabbit moan as he lined the head of his shaft up with her vaginal lips. He thrusts forward, spearing his length into body until the knot slams against her.

"Oohhhh, Fuck yes," the rabbit moaned, grinding back against him. Her vaginal walls tightened around his shaft, squeezing it as he started to pull back. She let out a small whimper as she felt the head rub across her lips, and grunted as he slammed back into her, grinding her rear up against his hips.

Tracker's coyote instincts took over. He took a hold of her scruff in his muzzle, biting down some and holding the skin between his teeth.. His paws moved out to the side to brace himself as his body pushed down, pressing Billi down into the carpet. His hips picked up the pace, slamming against her and pulling back only to slam again.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Billi chanted as he slammed into her and pulled back. Her mantra broke for the moans of pleasure, pushing back and grinding against her. Her eyes closed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of the rapid thrusting in and out of her body.

Tracker growled in pleasure as he pumped, his chest rubbing along her back as his hips thrust with rapid urgency. Each thrusts pushes her forward, making her nipples rub against the carpet before pulling back again. Tracker pulled his hips back hard, almost sliding completely free of the rabbit's vaginal canal. He let out a growl as he thrusts forward, forcing his knot into her body.

Billi took the knot easily. She let out a moan of pleasure as the knot pushed into her depths, tying them together. She grinned to herself, licking her lips. She continued to rock back and forth, enjoying the feel of his knot rubbing against the inside of her vaginal canal. She clamped down hard as she moaned, milking the coyote's shaft in climax.

Tracker tilted his head back, letting out a massive guttural snarl. His hips pushed forward, sinking as deep into her body as he could before the knot locked him into place. His hips rocked to grind against her ass, moving his shaft as it swelled and twitched, spurting a massive load of cum deep into her vaginal canal.

Billi went limp beneath him, eyes closed as she panted heavily. Tracker started to blink, regaining control. That had been kind of quick, but intense. He looked down at her, his leg moving out to reach and pulls the dagger to him. He pressed it beneath his leg as he waited a while, letting the knot deflate.

Billi just laid there, not even letting out the slightest noise as the shaft slid free of her body. She murred at the feel of Tracker's arms traveling down her arms, then let out a grunt of surprise as she felt them pulled behind her and handcuffed.

"In a kinky mood?" she asked teasingly, shaking her rear at him again and grinning. The smile dropped as she looked at his serious demeanor, shaking his head some.

"No," he finally said., "You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder. It was very clever to take the form of something small and harmless looking to lure them to sex then changing into your other form."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Billi said, trying to look hurt by the comment. She growled at him when he did not seem to buy it. "Fine. You got me. I would breed with them and then I would kill them because they failed to impregnate me. But it won't do any good because you won't survive long enough to tell anyone."

She growled as she started growing, her body swelling and becoming more muscular. Her fur shrank into smooth skin that turned a purplish black. Her eyes started glowing red as she glared at him, her face stretching as the fangs form. Massive claws grew from what had once been dainty rabbit paws.

Tracker stood up and took a step back, looking up at the creature a moment. His ears shifted, the erect one pulling back against his skull as she tensed and pulled her arms, breaking free of the handcuffs. He dropped to his knees as the creature lunged at him, grabbing the dagger and swinging up.

The creature grunted in surprise as the blade pierced her chest, puncturing the heart. It looked down in shock at having not only been stabbed, but being unable to heal it. Tracker took several steps back, moving out of her reach as it stood there a moment, then fell.

Tracker looked down at the creature and shook his head some. He turned and went to the phone, going to call Luna and let her know that he got the murderer and to pick up the body. Then he would have to call his client and let her know. He would have time to put some pants on as he waited for the police and medical team.