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The large white tiger leaned against the Plexiglas of the bus stop, eyes closed. A bus stopped and passed, the cat didn't seem to notice. One of the passengers to disembark took notice of him, however.

"That seems a bit unnecessary today," Tirta blinked his eyes open to a beautiful vixen in a short red dress standing before him. She smiled, and indicated the umbrella that leaned against the wall next to the cat, rather out of place on the warm sunny day.

"It's a magic talisman. Keeps the rain away."

"If so, there are some farmers who'll be quite upset with you, given the drought we've been having," the fox sat down next to the tiger. "I'm Fatin, by the way," she extended a paw and leaned her muzzle in close.

"I'm Tirta," he stated, and swallowed. He leaned back as she leaned in until the plexiglass stopped him, her large brown eyes meeting his blue ones. He glanecd down at her paw as she placed it on his leg. Her glove markings were dark brown to the point of being black.

"Well, Tirta, where might you be headed, this evening?"

"Just headed home," he squeaked.

"Oh, got anything major planned?" The sweet scent of the vixen's perfume filled his nostrils.

"Not really," another squeak.

"That's good to hear. You know, I think I can come up with someone, I mean something, for you to do. Heh. That is, if you are into that sort of thing."

"I think so...,"

"You think so? Oh well, I guess I'll take that as a yes. The others will be happy to hear it."

"Others?"

***

"Welcome to my humble abode," the vixen let Tirta into her lavish apartment.

"Wow, it's nice," he stepped in and admired the moder glass motif that predominated the apartment. The room had a high ceiling with large windows, though they had blinds shut across them. A black vinyl sofa sat in the middle of the room with glass coffee table and large LCD t.v. A curved stairway ran up to a mezanine above. Tirta noted a glass shelf with some kind of figurine on it across the room.

"Ahem," Fatin coughed. He turned. "I know you are new here, so I'll forgive. I don't allow shoes to be worn in my apartment." Tirta looked down at his sandals, bent down and removed them. He carefully placed them next to the door, and Fatin did likewise with her brilliant red high heels.

"Fatin! You're home!" a voice sang from behind him.

"And who is this?" said another rather sultry voice.

Tirta turned and eyed a rather pretty calico cat. She was completely nude. Next to her stood a gorgeous dark furred mink, and a perfect lop eared white rabbit. Both of them were as naked as the cat.

Tirta felt a tugging at his t-shirt. "I also don't allow any clothes in my apartment," said the sneering vixen. Tirta swallowed again. "Take it off," Fatin said as a clear order.

Tirta pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His shorts were soon to follow. "Is that a wooden button?" she asked picking them back up.

"Yeah, bit of a new style, in the town I'm from."

"Mmm, so you're new to town? No wonder I haven't seen you around before."

"Been here a few days. Definitely like this welcoming committee."

"Glad to hear. Boxers, down, now. So what brings you to our fair city?"

"I've got a friend in the area I'm looking up. Haven't had much luck in finding him, but I've got a few good leads."

"So, he doesn't know you're coming?"

"No."

"Good."

"Good?"

"He won't miss you if I hold you a bit longer than expected." She giggled, he joined her.

Tirta complied. His cock stood halfway out of his sheath. "Not bad," Fatin said as she ran her paw over it, "not bad at all." She emphasized those last two words.

Fatin stepped between Tirta and the girls. She slipped the thin red straps of her dress over her shoulders and let the thing fall to the ground. Apparently, she hadn't been wearing anything underneath it.

Tirta's cock stiffened to its hardest as he took in the sight of the lithe, nude vixen. She had a deep red color, with the white of her belly being fairly small. Her socks were as dark as her gloves, and the tip of her tail matched them, rather than the usual white.

Tirta reached up and placed his paw around his member. Fatin stepped up to him seductively and swatted his paw. "I don't allow any of that, either. If the rest of us let you get to that point we're not doing our jobs. And if ever I have to resort to that there will be hell to pay." She stepped up to the couch and leaned against it. She stuck her hips back and raised her tail. "Do you need any more formal an invatation?"

Tirta choked, "Do you have any protection?"

"There's no need for that here. We're all clean and I have a... heh... fairly effective form of birth control. So unless there's something we should know about you...,"

"No, I'm clean. I'm always very careful."

"I can tell. It's a good thing, and you are quite the gentleman for asking. But I prefer nothing come between me and my mates. Especially not time."

Tirta took the hint and stepped up behind her. He considered asking if she'd like any attention before hand, but given her abrupt nature he guessed that'd be a 'no.' He let himself slip inside her, finding her better lubed than he had expected. She moaned lightly.

Tirta started with a slow, smooth fuck. He wrapped his paws around her and began to massage her clit. The scent of her perfume grew stronger as he mated her. She moaned again, "Mmm." He increased the ferocity of his rubbing. He brought his free hand up to squeeze her breast. "Oh, yes," she cried. She pushed her hips back into him more as he fucked. She panted, moaned, and finally came. Tirta felt the tightening of her body about his shaft and let himself go into her.

The three girls cheered. He glimpsed over to them. The calico bounced up and down clapping while the others whistled. "Glad you enjoyed the show," he said, as he pulled himself out of Fatin. Cum dripped to the carpet as he did.

"Why don't you three take care of one another, and I'll show Tirta here around. Then maybe, maybe, I'll let you play with him," She said as she regained her composure.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he said as the three girs wordlessly setteled down on the floor.

"Almost too good to be true," Fatin said with a twinkle in her eye. The cat lay down, and the rabbit knelt over her. The cat immidiately began to lick.

"Should I be running away before you all suck out my soul or something?" he returned with an equal sneer. The mink settled down at the cat's far end, and slipped her fingers inside the calico.

"Oh, I don't think it will be that bad." They watched the girls play for a moment. "Of course as good a fuck as you gave me it's probably myself who should be not believing her luck!"

"Perhaps," he smirked.

She looked to where the tiger watched. "It's fun to watch that pussy's pussy get fingered, huh?" Fatin laughed. "I know, that's a stupid old pun but I never get tired of it. If I ever find a nice beaver girl there'll be no end to me." She turned and looked Tirta up and down, "Hmm, maybe that's what I'll go with."

"What do you mean?"

"Never you mind that, now, how about a nice little tour?"

"As nice as your apartment is, I think I'd rather stay and watch this."

"Trust me, there'll be plenty of time for that later," she grabbed his arm and tugged. She led him out of the den and into the dining area. A large glass dining table sat near the covered windows. Turning to the side, there was a stainless steel island with range built in. Behind that the counters, cabinets, and refrigerator all had the same stainless steel finish.

"Somebody make sure they take care of Avra before you gals finish," Fatin shouted back.

"Okay," someone returned with a giggle.

"This is the kitchen and dining area, obviously. You are free to help yourself to anything you wish at any time. If there are any foods you would like to request, feel free to do so. I have everything delivered, so no one has to dress themselves unneccessarily. Though as you can imagine, we have a rather unconvetional method of tipping the delivery girl.

"Lisa actually does most of the cooking. Mostly because she is rather talented at it. I am quite fortunate in that regard for having found her."

She turned and led him back into the den. The sofa mostly obscured the sight of the playing girls, but there giggles and moans were quite clear.

"Now, this is the den, obviously. Sofa, coffee table, television. Ah, a rule about the television. You may watch anything you wish, provided no one else is doing so. Also, I've managed to set the parental controls to block any programs that do not contain explicit sexual activity. So there's no danger of watching something that isn't porn.

"Don't you just hate when that happens, you get all obsessed with a plot and can't wait for the banging to start then all of a sudden the ending credits hit. The nerve of some television producers, not warning you about that sort of thing."

"That could be a problem with the no masturbation rule."

"I advise watching with a friend. Back there is my bedroom, and the other two bedrooms are up the stairs. Obviously at least one of you will be sleeping with me. So two of you will have to share, usually. But I don't see that being a problem, do you?"

"Oh, I appreciate the offer, but I can't stay here permanently."

"Heh," she barked, and that was it.

He looked up at the glass shelf with the strange figurine on it. The statue was of a laying black jakal with ruby eyes and a big white grin. "What's this?" he reached up to grab it. She swatted his arm. "Don't touch."

"I know it's kitchy but it means alot to me," she said. "It was my mother's. She didn't have much to leave me, aside from that. I keep it as a memento of her.

There was a loud gasp as one of the girl's climaxed. Another followed. They stepped around the sofa to see the three sprawled on the floor gasping.

"Well, looks like you three are out of it. And here I was going to let Tirta have his pick of you, now that it looks like he's recovered," she reached over and lightly flicked his cock. "But I guess I'll have to take it myself."

"We can go!" the rabbit said sharply.

"If you insist, but if any of you gives Tirta anything less than stellar for his first night here you'll be grounded for a week. Now, Tirta, take your pick. Any girl, any hole."

He looked between all of them. "I don't suppose I can have another romp with you?"

"While I know I am a piece of work, it could be insulting to my girls that you turn down such an opportunity."

"I don't mean to insult."

"Then pick. Again, any girl, any hole."

"Her," he pointed to the rabbit. She clapped excitedly.?

"Yay!"

"Which hole?"

"Vaginal."

"Please use something more vulgar around here. I thought I made it clear that I like that sort of thing."

"Pussy, then."

"That's better. Now, you can do it anywhere in the room, except on the couch. I'm saving that for us later."

"How about one of the bedrooms?"

"Pedestrian."

"How about your bedroom?"

"Better," she smiled. "Normally that's off limits, but I'll allow it this once for the creative boldness. By the way, you're going to have an audience."

"I assumed."

Fatin led the way to her room.

The room was dimly lit by a few sconces. The huge four poster bed filled most of it. The thing was constructed of dark oak with red curtains drawn and red satin sheets. The rabbit laid back on the bed, smiling up at Tirta. He got down on his knees between her legs.

"That won't be necessary," Fatin said. "You'll find her wet enough from her earlier encounter. But again, rather gentlemanly of you. Definitely moreso than three other men I could name whom I invited back to my apartment. You'll be a nice addition to my little collection. It would be polite, though, to introduce yourself more formally before you start."

"Tirta, he extended a paw to the bunny."

"Joan," she shook it once from her prone position.

"Now get started."

Tirta stepped up between her legs, and put a paw down to guide himself in. They both moaned as he entered her. "Very nice," Fatin commented. "Girls?"

He glanced back to watch the cat drop down to her knees and begin licking her mistress. The mink wrapped her paws around the fox and began to massage her tits.

Tirta turned back to Joan, who smiled up at him again. He returned the smile and began to buck his hips slowly. He pulled almost all of the way out then thrust all the way in. Joan rolled her head back and moaned. "Like that?"

"Mmm, I love it."

"Good to hear it." He continued at that pace, slowly pleasuring them both, and just enjoying the feel.

He started moving faster. "Oh, yes," she said.

"Good," he replied, and increased his pace again. She moaned pleasantly as she rolled her head on the bed. He felt himself coming close, and reached down and thumbed her clit while grunting. "Oh, oh," she came. He felt her tighten around him again and again and that pushed him to orgasm. His motions slowed as he pumped her full of seed. He sighed, panted, and pulled out, spent.

"Wow," Joan said from the bed.

"Glad I could be of service," he said.

"Hmm, I think we should all get some refreshments before continuing," Fatin remarked.

She led them out of her bedroom and to the dining table. "So, how did you all meet?" Tirta asked.

"Sit, Lisa, prepare some tea and bring some of your scones," Fatin sat in the chair opposite Tirta. The other girls sat about the table. "As I said, I am rather fortunate to have found such an excellent cook as Lisa. Her baking is quite remarkable as well."

"Lisa is the most recent addition to my little collection," she chuckled and took a bite of scone herself. "I actually met... heh... her in a night club one evening. She was actually a shy little thing, and rather nervous approaching me, but her friend texted her to go for it.

"I must say I was not fond of such shyness or forwardness. But I took her in anyway. And with the help of my girls here we changed her for the better. Wouldn't you agree, Lisa?"

"Oh, yes," Lisa said as she brought the tea and plate of scones around. She poured for everyone. "Do you take sugar or cream?"

"No, thank you," Tarta replied, raising the glass to his lips. A sweet scent wafted up from the cup. It reminded him of Fatin's perfume.

"Good man." Fatin said as she did likewise. "A rare kind," she quipped as they began to sip. The drink had a light rosy flavour. The drink had a wonderfully relaxing quality.

Tirta said picked up a scone from the table and bit into it. "Mmm. Is bee a..."

"Do not speak with your mouth full."

Tirta chewed and swallowed. "It's been a while since I've had one that good."

"I doubt you've had any that good."

Tirta smiled and took another bite.

"Oh, yes."

Lisa brought the tea and poured for everyone. "Do you take sugar or cream?"

"No, thank you," Tarta replied, raising the glass to his lips.

"Good man." Fatin said as she did likewise. "A rare kind," she quipped as they began to sip. Tirta barely noticed as he took in the scent and taste of the tea. There was something... calming about the drink. Moreso than usual.

"Do you like the tea?"

"It's very good."

"Well, complements must go to our little kitty here. Perhaps you'd like to enjoy a romp with her next?"

"Actually I was contemplating a romp with the lovely mink...?"

"Avra. I hope you aren't ignoring dear Lisa. Or is it a cat thing and do you percieve yourself as saving the best for last."

"I have my reasons," he said with a bit of a smirk. "But trust me, if I could fuck all four of you at once, I would."

"How vulgar."

"I thought you liked vulgarities?"

"Only when they make for amusing puns. Lowest form of humor, I know, but consider it my only weakness. Anyway, I suppose you will learn." She watched him for a bit. "I wonder how a striped mouse would look?"

"How do you mean?"

"Never you mind, never you mind. Anyway, finished? Then I suppose we'd best get back to business. Now, how would you like dear Avra? Shall we have another creampie? Or something else entirely. Lisa mentioned Avra gave a good... well, that Avra gave good oral when she first arrived. He he."

"I think I'll take her up on that."

"Good, anywhere special in mind?"

"How about right here?"

"Sounds good, though of course you'll have to pull your chair out so the rest of us can get a good show."

"It's a glass table."

"True, though back up anyway."

He slid the chair back away from the table. Fatin, Joan, and Lisa sat down on the floor and watched eagerly. Tirta watched Avra slowly stepped up to him, swaying her hips as she walked. Tirta licked his lips.

"Somebody's looking forward to this," Avra grinned at Tirta's bobbing erection as she knelt down between his legs.

He wrapped his paws behind his head, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Avra took his balls in one paw and dick in another. She massaged them all lovingly, then leaned forward and ran her tongue up the shaft. "Ohh...," Tirta moaned.

She took the tip in her mouth and sucked lightly, then let her mouth slide down over the whole thing. She ran her mouth up and down over the shaft, coating the entire thing in copious amounts of saliva with her tongue. "Ohh..." he moaned again, rolling his head side to side. Her mouth came off and she licked it again. Then again she sucked at the tip before going over the whole thing again. Tirta moaned again.

"Come on...," Lisa pleaded, watching intently.

"Don't talk out of turn."

"Ohh...," Tarta went again. "Ohh...," Avra opened her mouth as Tirta came, the three spectators took in the sight of the white liquid spraying into and over the mink's mouth.

Tirta breathed heavily as he came down. Avra giggled and stood, licking her lips. "Mmm..., good kitty." She wiped the seed from her muzzle with a paw.

Tirta let out a long breath. "Wow, I don't know if I can continue after that."

Fatin laughed. "Well, I guess it's time for another batch of refreshment. We don't want you petering out on poor Lisa before she has had her fun. Joan, Avra, why don't you bring some of my special water around?"

They went back to the table. Joan brought a pitcher of ice water around andto the drinkers at the table. "This is my own special blend of floral water. It's really quite the revitalizer," Fatin giggled slightly.

"There was a quality like that to the tea as well, no? "

"Perceptive."

"And a scent like your perfume,"

"Heh, I find it helps lower certain inhibitions,"

"Need to be careful with this sort of thing," he smirked. "Could make one say more than they mean to."

"We have no secrets here."

"Mmm, then how did you meet Avra? I doubt it was for her ability to give head!" he laughed.

"No, heh. Avra was having... marital problems. His, I mean her, spouse wasn't doing it for her anymore. So she was looking for something a bit more exciting. And he found it!"

"You cheated on your wife? "

"Husband," Fatin remarked.

"Oh, sorry, I must have thought she was gay."

"Given the head she just gave you I'm suprised you made that mistake."

"Yes, silly me. Anyway, your husband..."

"Avra and her spouse are on the way to legal seperation. I believe after so long..., well, anyway, she's rather happy here now, as are the others. It's for the best. I'm sure you'll agree."

"I suppose. And Joan?"

"In a bit. First let's recuperate and get that next show in? What hole would you like to take dear Lisa in?"

"I don't know..."

"Surely you won't insult the dear girl by not taking her. She's been so patient."

"Alright. But..."

"Butt. I hoped you would say that. Three holes on three girls."

"Next time around I'll have to try each girl in a different one."

Fatin just laughed. "Finished with your water? Good. Let's get started. Where would you like to take her?"

"How about against the wall over there?"

"Well, this should be interesting."

"I do think we should use lube for this."

"You may get some out of pussy's pussy, if you insist, but that's it. Lisa, dear, assume the position."

The cat eagerly leaned against the wall and through her hips back, tail up. Tirta slowly got up and walked to her. He put his paws on her and stroked her flanks. He stepped up slowly, winced, and let his cock slide into her puss. She moaned. He thrust gently a few times before withdrawing.

He placed his cock up against her pucker, then slowly pressed in. She moaned louder. "Does that hurt?"

"Feels good."

"So it's the latter, isn't it? You have a bit of a crush on her?"

Tirta did not answer the vixen. He began to slowly fuck her ass. They panted together, sighing. He kissed her cheek, then bit at her neck. "Wow, you do like her."

He increased his force but not his speed. She moaned at each stroke. He panted. He sped up. "Please," he said.

"Ohh," she moaned.

He fucked her faster and slower, fighting to drive himself to orgasm. He reached around and rubbed her clit. She gasped at the touch. She moaned as he stroked her, and she quickly came hard, juice pouring onto the carpet below. Her muscles tightened around Tirta's cock, and he came as well.

Tirta leaned against Lisa, member still inside her backside, sandwiching her against the wall. She sighed.

He almost fell asleep leaning against her, but eventually regained his composure and pulled out. Lisa whimpered. He stepped back and collapsed in a chair.

"I think you stayed in her longer than anyone," Fatin sneered as she eyed the white seed leaking from Lisa's anus.

"Too soon after the last," he said. "Didn't want to stay in too long and risk hurting her, though."

"Such a dear, you are. Heh, that's it!"

"What's it?"

"You'll see. Now, let's have another glass of revitalizing water and then I get my turn with you on the couch."

"I'm going to need a few,"

"Take your time."

"Will you tell me how you met Joan, here?"

"Heh, in good time, in good time. First I want to know, what do you think of all of us? I doubt you were expecting anything like this when you woke up this morning?"

"Certainly not," he chugged down the glass of water. Joan quickly refilled it, and he chugged that down as well.

"Glad you like the water."

"It's very good. Anyway, you girls are a straight guy's dream come true. I can't imagine why you decided to bring me into this and treat me so wonderfully, but I'm glad you did," he took another drink of water.

Fatin smiled as he did so, "So, want to stick around with us for good? Or do you want to go find your friend,"

He looked around at them again concerned, then took another long drink. He smiled as he looked at them again, settled his eyes on Lisa, and said, "I don't think I need to spend any more time looking for him," the cat smiled.

"Glad to hear it," Fatin said. "We're glad to have you."

"You girls are too good to be true."

Fatin stood, "I think it's my turn again, to the couch my good boy."

They started heading out to the den. Fatin walked up to Tirta and kissed him as tenderly as she could. Her perfume seemed stronger. He swayed slightly, "You know, it's you who I think is too good to be true. You've been so polite and wonderful, unlike Joan here was."

"How do you mean?"

Fatin smiled up into Tirta's silly grin, "When I met him, I was at that beach south of town, Cyvis Beach. Vile place that. That rabbit just lay there leering up at me. I took him in, and he tried to pretend that he was any good, but you know how that goes. Fortunately, I had a way to change him for the better. As I have since done to Avra and Lisa. And as I will do to you."

"I'm not good?"

"Oh, you are good, as males go," she pushed him back onto the couch.

"Oof," he laughed. She jumped on top of him, he let out another, 'Oof!'

"But males are only so good. You want to be better, don't you?" she kissed him again.

He took in another waft of her scent. "Oh, yes,"

"As sexy a tigress you'd be, I already have a kitty in my collection. But I have another idea for you. You are such a dear, and a deer you'll be!"

She kissed him as she slid herself down over him. He moaned and rolled his head back as his muzzle narrowed and lengthened. She stroked his brown-turning flanks as she ground around his member. She giggled. His ears grew longer and more diamond shaped.

He moaned. He felt his tail shrink more with each flick. He licked his lips, felt his body stop its changing, then she clamped her muscles down around his member, and he came. His scrotum pulled back inside his body, leaving a tunnel inward. His member shrank and hardened into his clitoris. His breasts swelled.

"Well, my deer, we need a new name for you, don't we? Let's see, Tirta, how about Tina? Yes, that's it, Tina. And now, Tina, for your first time as a girl."

Fatin turned around on Tina's belly and slid her fingers inside the doe's cunt. The vixen stroked at Tina's clit with her other paw. "Do you like,"

"Mmm-hmm...,"

"Good," Fatin sped up her fingers, pulling them in and out with more ferocity than Tina had done with his member to any of the girls he had slept with. Tina moaned, she let herself build. The rubbing at her clit increased as well. Then Fatin gave her one hard stroke and Tina climaxed. And then Fatin turned the fingers buried within the doe against the doe's g-spot. The doe shook violently as she sprayed her juice across the vinyl sofa.

Finally it ended, and Tina collapsed back to the couch, breathing heavily. She felt close to passing out as she felt the transformation settling.

She looked up and saw Fatin smiling down at her. Tina placed her paw on the fox's cheek. Fatin bent down and kissed her. She drew back slowly, and whispered, "You're mine forever now."

Tina smiled and said, "Am I, now?"

Fatin's smile faded. The doe's grew into a grin.

"Fatin, you're cheek," Joan said.

Fatin looked over at the television, and saw three wide black lines where the deer's fingers had been. "What...,"

"You know the bad thing about magic? You always run the risk of finding someone who's better at it than you," Tirta laughed. She saw the stripes returning to his own muzzle. She looked down at her arms. The red color faded as black markings began to appear.

Fatin pushed her onto the floor.

Tirta climbed to his feet. "Girls! Help me."

"I think we need to clear the air of your little perfume," Tirta blew a short gust. The three others blinked and shook their heads. Lisa's calico markings began to fade to grey. The brown mink started to change to the cream and black markings of a ferret. Joan's fur began to turn black.

"Tirta?" Lisa asked.

"Feeling better Leo? Oh, this is my friend Leo I was looking for. I actually was the friend on the phone telling him to take a shot at you. Bit funny you thought him a perv and me a gentleman. He's really the demure one and I'm the one who can't remember who he's slept with two weeks ago. Ha! Go get dressed, guys. I doubt your clothes from before are still around, so you're going to have to dress in drag until we can get down to Omegamart.

"Bit of a magic pro-tip for everyone, if you're going to kidnap someone and do horrible magical stuff to them, make sure they're not friends with a powerful hydromancer with a specialty in healing and mystical artifacts."

"She said it's irreversible...," the mostly tiger Fatin cried from the floor.

"Yes," Tirta himself was close to his full feline form again. He walked over to the glass shelf and picked up the ceramic jakal. "I bet the weird shop owner that sold you this told you you couldn't return it, either.

"I never get that. People won't buy so much as a pencil without a guarentee they can return it if the yellow doesn't match their drapes. But a mystical artifact with the ability to alter reality in a manner not understood? 'Yeah, sure, what the hell? It's only money.'"

His genetalia switched back to those of a male and he stretched. "Much better, how do you like those things, Fatin?" The tiger on the form cried as she fondled the penis and balls between her legs.

"Please, no, please,"

"We need a new name for you. Let's see; Fatin? Let's go with Fatty. That's a good name right? No? Too bad!" Tirta smashed the statue on the floor. "Now it's permanent."

"NO!"

"Yes," he walked to the door and began putting on his clothes.

"Please..."

"Looking sharp, guys!" The three guys came into the room dressed in Fatin's short dresses, all rather embarrassed. Tirta giggled. "Let's go, we can get down to Omegamart pretty quick." He opened the door. "Ladies first," the girls stepped into the hall. Tirta followed and turned.

"Please, please, no. I'm sorry. Please, change me back. You can right? Please?"

"Nope."

"No, no, please,"

"See ya 'round, Fatty!"

"No!" Tirta closed the door, "NO!"