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Vale tests her new body out with... Wait for it... More sex! Oh and before that, we get the latest on Cher's search for Zack and Glenn.

Shifting Consequences--Chapter 19: Mal Means Bad zmeydros.tumblr.com zmeydros (Twitter)Malfedrosti (Mal Twitter)

Cher gets in the car and goes back to the gas station where she first sighted the suspect duo.

The same clerk is there. This time she has a ponytail and trimmed bangs. The look is younger, but her weathered face isn't playing along. Does she work there every day all day or something? Cher steps up to the counter. "Could I get the number of the cab company that odd couple took?"

"I had a feeling you'd be back." The attendant presses the feed button on the receipt printer and rips off a slip of paper. She writes in curly numbers and then hands it to Cher. "Here you are, agent."

"Thanks, Samantha." Cher smiles as she grabs the paper.

"You remembered my name!" Samantha's mouth hangs slightly open in surprise.

The slip of paper says "Burrb Cabs" above the number. What an unappealing name... Cher looks at Samantha, who has finally closed her mouth. "I find people for a living. Remembering names makes things a lot easier."

"So why are you looking for these two again?" Samantha fiddles with her yellow shirt collar, trying to get a wrinkle out of it.

"We have some questions for them. That's all I know, actually." Cher sighs. It's one thing to have to tell someone that you can't tell them why, it's a completely other thing to not actually know.

"Oh, well, I hope you find them soon, special agent." Samantha says "special agent" with a bit of flair.

Cher raises an eyebrow. "Never met an FBI special agent before?"

"Not till when you walked in that door the first time. Why is it 'special agent' instead of just 'agent'?"

"I actually don't know that either. If they told me, I forgot. I'm not much for trivia." Cher waves. "Gotta go, thanks for your help."

"Oh, bye." Samantha waves as Cher walks out the door.

Walking to her car, Cher types in the number and taps the call button.

The guy on the other end of the line says "Burrb Cabs."

"Hi, I'm special agent Cher Evans and I need to know where the cab that picked up two passengers at the Old Raceway Gas Stop and Store on--"

"There's only one of those in town and I think they only had one pickup in the last two weeks." The sound of a very antiquated keyboard clacking causes Cher to hold the phone away from her ear.

"Just have the information ready for when I--"

"Almost done, hold your horses."

Cher sighs and rubs her forehead.

About thirty seconds later, the guy says, "They stopped at the PDQ at 2002 Parmenter Street."

"Thanks, next time a special agent calls you, don't interrupt them. I was going to say that I might want to talk to the driver for that trip. So, if I don't find what I need at the drop off point, you'll hear from me again." Cher hangs up.

She puts the address into her phone and gets directions. On the drive there, she thinks about what she'll do if the gas station doesn't have a security camera covering the parking lot. Besides interviewing the cab driver, that is.

If the car sale took place there, there's a chance the fugitives walked into the store with the seller. If they were outside the camera's range, she's going to have to do a lot more work or she may have lost them. That is if she's even on their trail at this point.

She parks right next to the handicapped space and hops out of the car. She enters the store. At the head of the line of customers, there's a man with long wavy gray hair in a black and red plaid shirt, trying to decide which pull tab games to buy.

The three other people in line are a group of twenty-somethings that have various combinations of junk food in their hands. The one thing unifying them is that they've all chosen Pepsi products as their beverage.

Cher just stands there not wanting to make a scene, listening to the tallest member of the twenty-somethings crinkle his bag of Doritos on purpose. Does he really like the way it sounds that much?

She stares at his long goatee and straight black hair, wondering what statement he's making by wearing military green pants and a black studded belt with a matching collar around his neck.

When he looks at her, she turns to look at the clerk who is counting out pull tabs. After he's counted out one stack, he grabs another type of pull tabs and starts counting them.

She doesn't have time for this. Looking around the store, she tries to find someone else to ask so she can start viewing the security footage.

With no one in sight, she walks up to the counter. The people in line all look at her accusingly and then raise their eyebrows as she pulls out her badge and shows it to the clerk. "I'm special agent Cher Evans."

"I can see that. Umm, w-what brings you here?" The clerk has a long face and a hawkish nose, but is otherwise plain looking.

"I need to look at your surveillance footage." She glances at the other people in line. They don't meet eyes with her.

The clerk points toward the back. "It's the door next to the men's bathroom." He pulls out reciept paper and writes down four numbers. "This is the code." He hands her the paper.

She grabs the paper and goes to the back. When she gets to the door, she types in the code "4801" and opens the door.

When she shakes the mouse, she sees that she needs to login. If only the clerk had written down the password... She feels around the desk and then opens the top right drawer. Nothing but pens, scissors, and a calculator in there.

She opens the top left drawer and sees that someone put a divider about two-thirds of the way back. She pulls out the drawer a bit farther and finds a folded slip of paper taped to the back of the divider. On it is "gtibbs" with "Fluffy$h1bi" below it.

Apparently Mr. or Ms. Tibbs is about as good at security as the rest of the population. She enters the username and password. Less than a minute later, she finds the program that accesses all the surveillance and opens it.

When she indexes to ten minutes before the time the cab dropped them off, she goes through the next hour of footage quickly and then more and more slowly until she's stopping the tape on each group of people that comes in. She doesn't see any footage of her suspects entering the store.

Maybe they didn't come in, maybe they just stayed outside and walked by one of the glass doors not knowing that one of the security cameras has an angle that can see through them.

It's a bit grainy when she zooms in on that area, but that tall buff guy she saw in the other footage would be hard to miss. Watching the tape, she eventually sees exactly what she was hoping for. A familiar buff guy talks to a teenager with piercings just at the edge of what the camera can see.

She keeps watching and sees a Chevy Prizm drive away, but neither of the license plates face the camera. Then the teenager comes in talking on his cell phone and goes to the back to get something. He comes up to the counter with a Lunchable and pays for it. She writes down the time on the piece of paper with the door code, using a pen that was sitting on the desk, which delivers about twice as much ink as necessary.

Careful not to touch the over-inked area, she closes the door and walks up to the front. This time there is only one young woman in very tight jeans at the counter and she's sliding her credit card through the reader.

Cher looks at the woman's pants, wondering whether her feet are getting any circulation. The woman looks at Cher and gives a prideful smirk before walking away.

The clerk is staring at Cher with interest. A blush erupts onto Cher's cheeks as she realizes what her long stare must have looked like to the outside observer. Does being around people have to always be awkward for her?

She walks up to the counter and says, "Can you check to see who bought a Lunchable at this time and date?" She hands him the slip of paper.

"I'm not sure how to..." He starts going through the menus on the screen. "Wait, I think I remember now." He keeps working on it.

Cher strokes the back of her hand across her chin back and forth trying to forget the faux pas she was just part of.

"Got it: Brian Johansen. We went to middle school together." The clerk turns away from the screen. "I think he lives really close, he comes in here all the time."

"Oh, do you know where he lives?" Cher tilts her head.

"No, he moved when his mom got a raise a couple months ago." The clerk shrugs.

"Thanks, have a good afternoon." Cher starts to walk out.

"Is he in trouble?" the clerk asks.

Cher gives him a reassuring smile. "No, he's only tangentially important. He did nothing wrong."

The clerk breathes out and releases the tension in his shoulders. "Oh, good. He's a nice guy."

When Cher gets out of the PDQ, her phone buzzes. She pulls it out prepared to be mad at Mallory.

The text message says, "Mal: Leave this alone."

Why is the person's name on the same line? This doesn't quite look like the normal text screen.

Cher scrunches her eyebrows. That's not one of Mallory's nicknames, even if it's fitting since "mal" means "bad" in Spanish. She types in "Mallory?"

"Mal: No silly, Malfedrosti here. Don't follow this lead. Leave it alone like fried bacon-covered halberds."

"What?" she texts back, hoping that this will start making sense.

"Mal: How many ways do you want me to say it? No harpoons, no beetleborgs, no slapstick seals. Tell the other person that has the first three letters of my name that you reached a dead end."

Cher goes back to the home screen to try and open an app that checks to see if her phone has been hacked or tampered with, but the odd text screen just opens again on its own. Now it has an ugly pink and green plaid background.

"Mal: Your phone is fine, the reality it is made of isn't, though. I'm currently messing with the math behind what's real. Like a torpedo in a locker room."

Cher tries to turn off her phone and nothing happens.

"Mal: Creamy flaming banana's with bandana's! Okay, I was telling you to give you a chance to preserve the status quo that is your life, but you tried to turn me off. Have it your way. And here, have an off button."

A button that says, "Get off!" appears, and then a second later the word "Get" disappears. Cher taps the button with a shaking hand and the text window explodes into a bunch of runic letters before her phone is back to normal.

She goes to see her recent texts and can't find any of the stuff she just saw. She runs the FBI phone security checker app and stares at her phone, not able to look away for the couple minutes it takes to run. It finds nothing. Her breath catches in her throat and she shivers. Is this what it feels like to lose your mind?

No, it had to be a hacker on the side of the fugitives, or her being under too much stress or something. There's no way it was actually supernatural.

Maybe it's her own conscience attacking her? The people she's searching for have no charges brought against them. Does she want to let Mallory call the shots when she's the last person who should be given a case like this? Mallory climbed the ranks by finding ways to curtail the rights of suspects. If she gets her hands on these two young men, they may never be free again.

Why does she care? Well, she didn't join the FBI to be a tool of destruction. She joined so she can save lives. She sighs. Why couldn't this just be a run of the mill kidnapping case where the bad guys were easy to spot?

She finds she is walking toward her car. Her mind is spinning. Can she really lie to Mallory and risk her professional career? What if they are more dangerous than she knows? Is she saving lives by finding them?

Leaning on her car, she calls Mallory.

"Hello?" Mallory sounds distracted and Cher can hear the clicking of keys in the background.

"I've got the name of the seller of the car." Cher feels butterflies in her stomach. This is so practiced, it's so natural to just give her boss the information and keep going on the case. It's all she's ever done.

"Oh! Nice!" More clicking of keys from Mallory's end. "Okay, hit me with it."

"Brian Johansen. He lives near the PDQ on 2002 Parmenter Street. Just get me a license number for the Chevy Prizm his family owned." Cher says.

"Mmmhmm, almost there." More typing and then some mouse clicks later, Mallory says, "Okay, it's CZB 1098."

"I'm still not used to the four digit plates." Cher pulls her notepad out of her pocket and writes down the number. "CZB 1098, right."

"Yes. Get the local authorities' help to find the car. Tell them to be discreet and to tell you when they find it. Under no circumstances are they to go after the suspects themselves. And under no circumstances are you to reveal the details of this case." Mallory talks slowly as if Cher is having trouble keeping up with her.

"I don't know any details of this case. Are they dangerous? Do they have weapons?" Cher asks.

"No. We only want them for questioning."

"Why?"

"I don't know. The unit that picks them up is going to be very discreet and draw as little attention as possible. Everyone up top wants this handled as quietly as possible," Mallory says.

"Are they going to just disappear into some dark hole after I find them?"

Mallory's voice comes out quickly, and loud enough that Cher winces. "You're losing perspective." A sigh and a couple seconds of silence follows. "Just find the car, call me, and walk away. That is all you need to do. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything gets handled in the best way possible."

"I'm not losing--" Cher stops herself; she can't show just how much she doesn't want Mallory to "handle" everything. "Never mind, you're right. I need to take a step back."

"That's my girl, now call me when you find the car." Mallory hangs up.

Cher's shoulders tense up.

Her willingness to obey Mallory is being exhausted quickly. No one, especially a superior, gets to refer to her as "my girl." She's a grown woman with an astoundingly successful professional career. She's no one's pet, she's no one's mascot, and she is in the FBI to make the world a better place. Not to let the higher-ups walk all over her.

Losing perspective, yeah right. Mallory's looking at this from such a height that she can't make out even the obvious details. Cher shakes her head and then finds the number for the Middleton Police Station and taps it.

The moment the person on the other end picks up, Cher says, "I'm special agent Cher Evans; I need to put out a discrete APB for a Chevy Prizm bearing the license plate CZB 1098."

"Oh, okay, I got it down, do you want to talk to the chief?" the guy on the other end asks.

"No need, just have him call me when it is found or tomorrow at noon to give me an update, whichever comes first. If the chief has any questions, he has my number. Also, under no circumstances is this car or the people in it to be approached. This must be a quiet and careful search." Cher says.

"Okay, got that down too. Cher, did you ever find the missing five-year-old? The news barely covered that story."

Cher's shoulders slump. "Yeah, but I got there too late. She was dumped in a culvert near Mt. Horeb. That incident is part of an ongoing investigation, so most of the details are still not public knowledge."

"Sorry to hear that."

She raises an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

The voice on the other end comes out more cheerful at the change of subject. "I'm officer Paulins. The guy who took notes while you were organizing the search."

"Oh, now I remember. How are you?" Cher hears some energetic police radio chatter in the background while she's speaking.

"Shit! Sorry, I have to go. Big methlab bust needs more backup." He hangs up.

Hopefully the local police won't be too distracted in the near term. The sooner she finds Zack and Glenn, the sooner she might get some answers.

* * * * *

Bella pulls out slowly from Vale. "That was epic!"

Vale smirks and gets slightly distracted by the sensation that causes in her new canine lips. Her new sharper teeth poke at her lips a bit more than she's used to. "That's how people often describe my sex drive."

Glenn chuckles. "I look forward to testing that theory."

Looking at Glenn, Vale grins. "Oh Yeah? Stick around for a few minutes."

"Again already? After all that?" Glenn's jaw hangs open.

"Get cleaned up if you want, my ass will be open for business again soon." Vale spanks her backside.

"You're stuck with me for a while, it seems," Zack says as he shakes his hips jostling both of them.

"OOH! Naughty dragon." Vale playfully pinches one of Zack's nipples, causing him to moan.

Bella gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom.

Glenn sits next to Vale and puts an arm around her back. "That was a good blowjob."

"I reserve those for tasty penises." She pecks Glenn on the cheek.

"So what do you do other than have lots of sex?" Bella says as she walks in with a wet towel.

She gives Bella's curvy body a once over. "I hack things, make music, RP--wait, that last one has sex in it... I'm trying to finish college so I can be a computer programmer."

"Black hat or white hat?" Glenn asks.

"Whatever I'm in the mood for at the time." Vale chuckles when they look at her accusingly. "I'd never actively try to hurt the economy, country, etc. I try to do more good than harm."

"I'll just think of you as a white hat, then. Maybe grey when you're pissed off." Glenn smiles.

"80% grey when you're protecting the people you care about. 90% grey when you are in a do or die situation. 100% grey when someone flicks you off and doesn't allow you to merge in traffic," Zack adds, rubbing a hand slowly over Vale's thigh.

She laughs along with Glenn and Bella. Zack's hand feels good as it pets her fur. She finds herself feeling calmer after a few strokes.

Bella uses the towel to wipe the cum off of Zack's chest, abdomen, neck, and arms as Glenn says, "Sounds like you'll be useful."

"Well, I know a lot of hackers and coders. Many of them are furries that I've RP'ed with from time to time and their help would greatly increase our chances of staying free," Vale says.

Zack guides Bella's hand so that it gets a spot on the side of his chin. "I think you should contact them as soon as you can. We probably can't stay here much longer."

With a nod, Vale says, "Sure, I'll set up after I try out Glenn's raccoon rod."

Glenn starts playing with his sheath. "I may as well take you while you're still tied. I don't mind adding cream to your pie."

Pointing at each of them accusingly, Bella says, "Just so long as I don't have to clean up the bakery again."

They all chuckle. Zack says, "Hey Bella, want to see if you can deep throat Vale? I would, but I feel like I hog all the fun being the first one to transform and all. Plus, this is my first time tying to someone and I want to savor it."

Bella takes a couple steps and tosses the towel into the bathroom before saying, "I'm game. Never played with a non-silicone equine endowment before."

Zack closes his eyes; each time Vale breathes, her body shifts around his penis. When she makes gestures or laughs, he feels it. His pelvis is locked to hers and there's this warm calm sensation just washing over him. It could be all the sex he's had in the past couple days, but he's content to just bask in extended afterglow.

He feels Bella sit next to him and lean over so she can go to work on Vale's girthy erection. His breasts get brushed by her arm as she reaches across him. It's good that all of them are feeding their sex drives now; who knows what the next few days will bring?

Vale feels her penis start pulsing as it pushes out of its sheath again. The thought of getting oral while Glenn takes her is titillating. She looks at Glenn as he gets himself harder and harder. His eyes are fixed on her, taking in every detail of her new canine-equine hybrid body. He seems to love what he sees.

She takes time to look him over too, his perfect abs, pecs, legs... everything so toned and big. A hard healthy and fit anthro raccoon who wants to use her ass.

Bella takes a lick across Vale's wide pre-dripping head and Vale gasps. The sensations from her cock still feel so new. Pleasure in a different texture from what she's been feeling all her life.

She lets out a long moan when she feels Glenn press the head of his monster penis against her anus. It's already been stretched out, so he could just--"AAAH YES!" Glenn starts pressing into her, filling her once again. The texture of his shaft is different than Bella's and its fixed immobile state feels more like a blunt instrument of ass pounding than Bella's flexible and precise whalehood. Glenn is also much less tapered and she can feel herself stretching a bit.

Sensing only a bit of resistance, Glenn gets himself balls deep within a few seconds. Vale really knows how to relax herself--a truly experienced bottom. Not to say that it isn't tight in there. It feels like his penis is gonna blow before he gets to move his hips much. The best fucks are tight without prohibiting entry and she's got that down.

A husky moan from her brings him out of his reverie and he presses against her, hugging her from behind and getting himself inside all the way to the base. He can feel Zack's shaft on the other side of where he's penetrating. Zack's knot is rubbing the root of his penis wonderfully now that he's all the way in.

Bella seems to be waiting for Glenn to get all the way in and Vale's just fine with that because Glenn entering feels amazing. He is a bit more bold than Bella was, but he knows when to slow down as well. When he's all the way in, she feels so full. Two hard cocks rubbing against each other through her inner walls. She's never going to get bored of that sensation.

She moans and rubs her own chest, grinding against her lovers. Just after that, Bella takes the broad head of Vale's prick into her mouth and introduces Vale to her powerful meaty orca tongue. Vale gasps because Glenn starts pulling his amazing meat out and slams it back in as more of her enters Bella's mouth.

It feels like she's even more sensitive now that she's cum already. Maybe it's the fact that she's not as overwhelmed by what's going on. She can make out the feeling of Bella taking her in and Glenn's thrusts separately. If having sex is the way she needs to teach her new body about its new parts, she gladly accepts it.

Glenn grabs her right shoulder and pushes her forward a bit to give him a better angle. Then he starts thrusting nice and hard and regular. Being pushed forward changes the way the knot feels inside her and Vale calls out, "OOOH MY!"

Zack laughs at the sudden exclamation, bouncing both of them. The sensations from the laughter cause little spikes of pleasure to go up Vale's spine. Then Glenn starts coming in from slightly different angles and Bella lets Vale's cock enter her throat. Vale growls while spurting pre into Bella.

Glenn picks up his pace, making shorter faster thrusts. Vale grinds at the end of each of his thrusts and arches her back when Bella's tongue starts undulating under her shaft as she slides it in and out of her mouth and throat. A burning on the tips of Vale's pointy ears tells her that she's not going to last long.

"Harder!" She cries out. Glenn and Bella obey. Glenn grabs her ass and pants in between groans and moans. Bella reaches down and plays with Vale's nice-sized balls.

Vale feels a dull throb at the base of her penis and then tingling ecstasy from her ass and she cums, spraying her load right down Bella's gullet. To Vale, the pulsing of her penis is a wondrous feeling. Each wave of her own cream moving down her shaft reaffirms that she finally has a cock!

Glenn focuses on moving in just the perfect way to get him to his release. Thrust in slow at first and then hard to end it, then pull almost all the way out and do it over again. When Vale cums, her ass tightens, providing just that little bit of extra stimulation and "Haah Hooh OH! Here it comes!" Glenn bites Vale's neck and buries his meat as deep as he can.

The feeling of her cumming with him and Zack's knot at the base of his penis have him clenching his jaw and growling in pleasure.

As the pulsing starts from Glenn's shaft and she gets bitten on the neck, Vale rubs her nipples and howls, causing a second cacophony of barks from the dogs within a few blocks. Reporting her release to the locals feels very satisfying, as does being filled with wonderful creamy cum once again.

Bella seems content to swallow every last drop and the feeling of her swallowing puts the icing on this orgasm cake. Vale just gyrates her hips and throws her head back to moan, grunt and yip her way through this ecstatic journey.

When she finally stops moving, she rubs Bella's head tenderly, smiling at how happy she looks with a big equine erection in her mouth. Glenn hugs her from behind and pants in her ear as he catches his breath.

She lets the moments draw out while they enjoy the warm cuddly aftermath of their sexual explosion.