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WARNING: This story contains explicit content and should not be read by anyone under the age of adulthood for any reason. That means YOU, fifteen year old on your laptop in your bedroom at 2 AM on a school night, porn is for adults only.

WARNING 2: This story is an adult fantasy which depicts consenting adults roleplaying a sexual assault scenario. If you find that you have any urge to commit a real life act of sexual violence, seek mental healthcare immediately!

WARNING 3: Just because some people have fantasies of being raped doesn't mean they want to be assaulted in real life, huge goddamn difference, and if you can't understand that, once again, ** seek mental healthcare immediately! **** **

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The coffee drinkers were still clapping as Jodie stepped down from the microphone and slumped down into the couch near the rear of the café where Fuller was waiting, blushing as she folded up the piece of paper and stashed it into her messenger bag.

"That was a nice poem." Said Fuller, as the next performer, shorter than her, wrestled with the mic stand in an attempt to readjust it.

"Oh please, that was nothing." She said, just above a whisper, out of respect to the performer who had yet to begin. "Those were just words I threw together, and I lost my place twice -"

"But the point is, you actually went up and read. You kept talking about how shy you were in public and how you wish you could read your poems in front of people."

"Yeah..."

"So how the heck do you think later tonight's gonna go if you can't even read an innocent poem in front of a bunch of hipsters."

Jodie squirmed the tiniest bit inside at Fuller's passing mention of their plans for the night as the short man started his obnoxiously long introduction and uninspired, ego-laden verse.

"Well, I did read. So there." Jodie whispered proudly, and folded her arms in a display of mock attitude.

"So you did. And I think you deserve a reward." Fuller unzipped his backpack and removed a oblong boxed present covered in wrapping paper, and placed it on Jodie's lap.

"Happy Birthday sweetie." He said quietly, and kissed her on the cheek.

Though this had been arranged in advance, between today not being Jodie's real birthday, and being caught up in the actual stress of having just performed in public, she forgot it was coming.

Jodie blushed as the contrived gesture actually flattered her. She also blushed knowing the contents of the box and felt self conscious being seen with the wrapped present in public.

"Aw thanks, you shouldn't have." She said, kissed Fuller on the cheek in return, and stashed the present in her messenger bag as quickly as possible.

Fuller chanced to put an arm around Jodie, and from then on she sat comfortably on the couch, enjoying the novel experience of being seen with a guy in public in a "more than just friends" kind of way.

Even if they weren't really a couple, to actually be that close to someone, to have their arm around her shoulder in that friendly, casually affectionate way, just seemed so exciting.

But at the same time, though they had been chatting for several months, and were good online friends, there was a quiet aura of paranoia and suspicion that colored the entire café to Jodie, and she wondered if any of the people somehow saw through their act.

Fortunately this town hours away from either Jodie or Fuller's homes, so neither worried about friends seeing them, not that they could have suspected a thing if they were they present, but still, the less to worry about the better.

The open mic went as pleasantly and normally as such events generally do, and before what seemed like a long time, Jodie had been playing aimlessly with her empty paper coffee cup for more than half an hour. This café's French vanilla was good enough, but at five dollars for a medium serving, Jodie felt guilty having let Fuller pay for her.

Her phone vibrated inside her messenger bag, and removing it quickly she checked the message.

[FULLER: You look bored + nervous @ the same time, lol. ;P Wanna get goin now? :o"] read the message upon the screen.

Jodie turned to Fuller and nodded at once, both of them as discretely as possible rising from the overly cushy leather couch at the back of the establishment and leaving the crowd inside behind as the goth girl currently at the mic read a trite poem about gloom and sadness.

"Wow, that last poem sucked." Jodie said the second she was out on the street.

"I don't know a whole lot about poetry but, yeah, I think so too." Fuller agreed as they began to make their way down the sidewalk. "It was time to go anyway, it's almost a quarter past eleven."

"But the open mic doesn't end till one-thirty, doesn't it?"

"Yeah Jodie, but then all those guys will be out on the street and still heading to their cars."

"Good point."

They were already a block and a half away from the café, wandering past dark storefront after dark storefront. For being such a relatively small town, Waterdale's main street had a night life scene that even attracted young out-of-towners like Jodie and Fuller. But on a Sunday night like tonight, all the bars and clubs were closed, save for the mildly pretentious, but good natured poetry and music scene at the café.

"Wanna sit?" Offered Fuller, pointing to a bench close to the edge of the sidewalk.

"Yeah, sure."

The bench was made of metal, and it was cold. Not shriek inducingly cold, but cold enough that the knee-length blue skirt Jodie was wearing saved her from jumping straight off the bench as she took a seat beside Fuller.

Facing away from the street, the bench was situated right before a bank, obviously closed at this hour, with a marble facade. The sidewalk before it was illuminated by the screen of an ATM placed beside the door.

The ambiance changed momentarily as the traffic lights of the nearest streetcorner changed to give non-existent traffic a chance to pass, before turning back in favor of Main Street.

Jodie shook her leg, both with the chill of the early spring air and out of nervousness, and went on fiddling with the empty coffee cup she still had yet to throw away. Whatever was supposed to happen now, it was taking too long, and Jodie had just become aware of this, when Fuller said,

"So. We're still gonna do this, huh Jodie?" He had his hands folded upon his lap, and he stared at them.

"Yeah, I guess. You're sure it'll be safe, right?"

"Reasonably, I guess. I think we'll be alright. I mean... obviously there's a risk of getting caught -"

"But that's half the point. I know."

Jodie looked at Fuller. His cheeks were bright red, and not from the cool air, in fact he was visibly trembling, and trying poorly to hide it, which she noticed at once, and chuckled.

"Look at you, you're as nervous as I am."

"Do you still want do this, then?" Fuller's expression though nervous, was serious and contemplative.

Jodie thought for a brief moment.

"Of course. We've come all this way and spent all this money so far. If we don't now we'll probably never -"

"We could just go straight to my motel you know. Skip this whole... act we schemed up."

"Yeah, I know... But if you still wanna give it a shot, so do I." Even knowing how far she'd traveled for this, Jodie couldn't believe she hadn't turned back at that moment when given the chance.

"Okay, fine." Fuller stood up and grabbed his backpack from the ground. "Then lemmie go ahead and get ready before I change my mind."

Both of them looked around in all directions. There was no one walking the streets at that particular moment, though they spoke in hushed tones nonetheless.

"So we're cool, right Jodie? Any last minute stuff we need to clarify?"

"Yeah. I know you'll be rough. Just... don't like, actually hurt me or kill me or anything."

Fuller laughed tensely. "Don't worry. No hair pulling or anything like that."

"Yeah, but clothes pulling's fine. Like I said before, the dress I got just for this, and the hoodie's old as hell, I don't care if you mess it up, just don't tear off the shirt underneath it... and don't for real choke me I guess."

The young man slung the backpack over his shoulder, placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

"Okay, I might very well blow this all to hell by springing this on you at the last second, and I wouldn't mind at all if you said no, but you'd you mind if I propose that I incorporate something I hadn't mentioned before?"

Jodie's back went straight as a board and her attention heightened more than ever.

"Like what?" She asked, with concern.

"No, nothing too wild. You know those new injectable nanomachines they use sometimes in sci-fi and horror films to make the actors look like monsters and aliens? FBI agents uses em too sometimes when they go undercover to change their appearance..."

"Uhh... kinda. I think I saw something on TV about them once."

"Well, temporary appearance modification injections are getting somewhat cheaper these days, and have kind of a fetish scene growing around them. I have an auto-injector in my bag for one, if you were willing, I thought it would be need to use in the... scenario.

I know I didn't discuss this before, and if you don't like the sound of it then that's fine, and -"

"What is it like, one of those emergency pen needle things people with peanut allergies carry around?"

"Yeah, it's just like that, its super safe and the one I have was purchased sealed and in the package and stuff, so its totally sterile, and the effects only last a few hours, but like I said we don't have to use it and I'd totally understand if -"

"Fine, as long as its not some kind of trippy drug that can stop your heart or make your skin melt off -"

"No, nothing like that. It's safe I promise."

"Fine then. What's this going to make me look like, and for how long?"

"I'd like to keep that part a surprise unless you insist, but its only for a few hours."

"Okay, fine."

"It'll be weird though."

"Oh, like this isn't already freaking weird."

"Good point."

Time hung uncomfortably, as seemed to be the trend tonight.

"Alright, see you soon then, Jodie. Right?"

Fuller outstretched his arms, welcoming a hug, which Jodie stood and accepted.

"Right." She confirmed into the sustained embrace.

"You know the spot, right?"

"Yeah, we walked by it before, you showed me. By the pizza place."

"And the safe word -"

"Yeah, Ohio, I know. Just go ahead, I'll be there in a while."

"Alright, see you later sweetie. Love you. I'll text you when I get back to my apartment."

"Okay, I love you too, I'll see you later."

Jodie kissed Fuller on the cheek, and rather hastily Fuller walked along down the road, as Jodie resumed warm spot she had made upon on the bench.

"You're still cool with this right?" Fuller called back, before he was even a stone's throw away. "About the needle thing, I - "

"It's fine, just go!" Jodie shouted back, her voice alight with unintended irritation.

"Oh, and I might call you names and stuff, but you know I don't really mean -"

"Just go, damnit! I'll see you later!"

"Okay, bye! I'll be waiting!"

Jodie sighed, and watched as Fuller very swiftly retreated down the sidewalk and beyond her field of vision as the street curved slightly heading east. She looked around. She was alone.

Nervously and intensely self aware, she chuckled to herself.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this." She said aloud.

Months of Skype conversations with Fuller, of building trust and become online friends, of discussions, of planning, had all come down to this in-person meeting of the two of them in a town neither of them knew, excepting Fuller's recent brief visit to case potential spots for the scripted kinky encounter to go down.

Even having known him as a line of text for months, and trusting him enough to have traveled out of state to meet him, it felt so weird being in that coffee house and pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

But seeing how uneasy Fuller himself was throughout the evening, how awkwardly shy and overly accommodating he was being, Jodie felt safe with him, at least enough for tonight's purposes. She never had an actual boyfriend, or had gone on a date before, but Fuller throughout their little roleplay to this point seemed as out of place to it all as she did, and that at least had settled most any concern that this guy was plotting to actually harm to her.

Jodie pulled out her phone and checked the time. It was half past eleven, and Fuller couldn't have been gone for more than a minute or two. The two of them had agreed there'd be no official scheduled time for the encounter to enhance the sense of realism, and Jodie wanted to be sure she gave Fuller enough time before to get ready before she headed off.

In the mean time, Jodie wondered how much of a chance Fuller actually had of effectively playing the role of a violent criminal. He had played the role of Jodie's boyfriend in the café just barely well enough, though between their equal awkwardness there had been an endearing undercurrent to it all that allowed their actual friendship to shine through.

Jodie knew she was no hollywood actress herself, and today had discovered that roleplaying in person was a hell of a lot harder than on the internet, though in spite of the constant, goofy, giddiness that stirred within throughout the night, she was enjoying herself and the unfolding night enormously.

Presently her phone vibrated with the arrival of a text message.

[FULLER: Hey sweetheart, there was a lot of traffic so I only just got home! Thanks for the great date! See you tomorrow in class. ^_~"]

The exchange went on,

[JODIE: OK! I'm heading home soon myself. TTYL! Thanks 4 teh coffee BTW! :D]

[FULLER: Alright honey! Get home safe and watch your back, I heard there's a serial rapist on the loose. Luv ya! Enjoy your gift! Happy birthday!]

[JODIE: Thanks, I will! Luv u 2!! ^.^]

The brief text conversation reminded Jodie that _she_needed to get in character too, which felt odd given really was sitting out on a bench close to midnight all by herself in a way that made her legitimately anxious beyond the threat of getting caught by police once the act took a more explicit turn.

"Okay, I'm a normal innocent girl, I just had a nice date with my boyfriend, I'm all by myself, I'm sitting here just minding my own business, not suspecting a thing..."

But Jodie's preparatory mantra dissolved into her sitting around and taking in her surroundings. She came to notice the quiet, ambient buzzing of the electronic parking meter standing near the bench, a noise which in the daytime would have been drowned out by the din of passing cars and pedestrian chatter.

She became aware of the little galaxy of moths and beetles orbiting around the nearest streetlight, of the initials someone doodled in the sidewalk when the concrete was still wet, the way her own breath, just barely visible in the brisk spring air curled around itself before vanishing into nothingness.

Every so often a car would pass, going well beyond the posted speed limit, with no police around to stop them, a detail which Jodie happily took note of.

In time a shaggy haired fellow strolled past with a guitar case, one of the better performers Jodie remembered from the café, who waved politely and carried on without saying a word. Others strolled past at some point, which Jodie took little notice of.

Some time afterwards, she heard a rustling sound behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see a homeless man across the street with a battered old bike rifling through a garbage bin looking for soda cans, which he kept in a bulging bag resembling Santa's sack.

Jodie tensed up as she realized there was another trash can just left of where she was sitting, and hoped the scraggly old dude wouldn't come across the street hunting for potential nickels so close to her. She quickly turned away, hoping the man didn't notice her watching, and focused on the screen of the ATM until she heard the sound of cans jingling again. The man mounted his bike and rode down the street and around the closest corner, away from her.

She sighed. Merely pretending to be in immanent danger was intense enough without the potential for a homeless guy to come picking through the trash near her.

Jodie had gone without checking the time long enough that she didn't know what time it was; though she reasoned it couldn't be long after midnight. She reached for her cell phone to confirm her estimation, and had the device in her hand before she considered that not knowing the exact time might aid the randomness and realism of when she chose to set off.

"I'll leave the next time a car passes." She thought.

Several minutes went by, in which a car failed to show.

"Okay, next time the light changes, I'm going."

Nearly before she completed the thought, the traffic signals, hanging from their sturdy cable over the asphalt, clicked mechanically as the lamps changed, in spite of the lack of cars in the intersection, and Jodie rose to her feet and headed off in the same direction Fuller went earlier.

"Holy shit, this is it, here I go." She thought, walking quickly at first, and then getting ahold of herself and slowing down to a normal pace. "I'm supposed to be calm, I'm supposed to be casual, I'm not expecting anything. I just had a cute little date with my boyfriend who left an hour ago, I'm just a normal college girl hurrying home to catch up with homework -"

She chuckled aloud at the thought. She really should be home doing homework right now. There was an eight page paper on John Donne due Tuesday that tonight was nothing but a blank Word file on her laptop.

In Jodie's unusually alert state, she noticed the goth girl from the café standing in the shadow of the gated-up pawn shop from several store lengths away.

"Hey, do you like, have a lighter?" The drably dressed lurker asked, twiddling an unlit cigarette as Jodie drew near.

Jodie continued along, neither slowing down or speeding up, clutching the empty coffee cup nearly tight enough to crush.

"Uh... Sorry. I don't smoke."

"Man... my life is like, such a bummer." The girl said, as unseen by the passing Jodie, she put her unlit Marlboro between her lips and gazed listlessly.

Half a block later Jodie heard a train passing through town several blocks away, the roar of the diesel engine pulsing through the air for miles around as the train came and went like smoke in the night.

Jodie navigated a crosswalk. Only a block and a half separated her from the rendezvous point. She paused, looking at her faded reflection in the storefront window of a clothing shop, to look herself over one final time.

The deep blue skirt, slightly longer than knee length, was not Jodie's usual style. In fact it was the only skirt she owned, purchased from a thrift shop for the occasion. For a top she had on a thoroughly weathered green zip-up hoodie with a Wonder Woman tee hidden beneath.

For shoes she put on a pair of red Converse high tops, comfy and well weathered, and at Fuller's request, worn without socks.

She removed a pair of black framed glasses from her messenger bag and put them on. Procured from a discount eyeglass store for the occasion, their dummy lenses didn't alter her vision at all, but the prop added immensely to the desired effect.

Adorkable. That was the intention of Judie's wardrobe choice, and with her black hair tied back in a pony tail, she pulled it off well, though this wasn't far removed from how she dressed when not out playing the role of a harmless young woman not unlike herself, walking home alone late at night.

Satisfied with her appearance, she kept walking, mentally running through her checklist of any final preparations she could think of.

After all this time Jodie still had her coffee cup, empty for the better part of an hour now. She wished it was full. The idea of her walking down the street happily sipping a cup of coffee was oddly appealing, and a water fountain was right nearby, at which she filled the cup and popped the lid back on, giving the prop some realistic weight.

She walked along, trying to keep her cool and paranoid of everything. There wasn't a soul on the street to take notice of her, though a car or two had rolled through, not even bothering to glance at her as they went speeding along.

Her shoulder began to ache from the weight of her bag. The cheap nylon messenger bag was another prop she picked up from the thrift shop, and packed with a pair of old textbooks that had no resale value, some miscellaneous items like pens, tampons and lip balm make the illusion that the bag was used frequently, and of course, the "birthday present" Fuller had given her at the café.

Jodie approached the darkened windows of Rico's Pizza Parlor, and paused briefly. She swallowed her pounding heart back into her chest. There was an alley just ahead, between the pizzeria and the bar next door.

This was where it was to take place, and she was so energized and titillated she held her cup in both hands, which were trembling, and took a sip of the slightly coffee flavored water as she readied herself mentally, though unseen between her legs her body was already more than prepared.

"Okay, I just went out on a date with my boyfriend for my birthday, I'm just a normal, innocent college girl, I'm taking a shortcut back home, I'm all by myself, I'm not expecting a thing..."

And just barely before she could reason herself out of it, Jodie hung a left into the alley.

Coincidental to the nervousness of what she knew to expect and the risk of being found out, there was a genuine rush of trepidation. The shadowy passage set off warning alarms in every nerve of brain. Instincts and common sense warned that this was the most dangerous place imaginable for anyone at this ungodly hour, let alone a woman.

That being said, the alley was perfect, exactly what the fantasy called for. Stray light from the mercury-vapor streetlamp standing out in the open safety of the sidewalk strayed in for the first twenty feet, but beyond that there was little to see by but from the moon above, casting smoky, silvery radiance into the narrow passage, so secluded in spite of being but feet away from the street.

Aiding the moonlight slightly was a dingy little lamp mounted to the wall of the pizza parlor about halfway down the alley, giving a lame, flickering orange glow that attracted a handful of moths, but did little to properly illuminate the alley.

Barely visible in the dark about halfway down the alley beneath the lamp, Jodie saw someone leaning against the brick wall and halted immediately, her instincts gripping her, screaming for her to turn back to the sidewalk from which she entered, but Jodie knew better.

The man, Jodie's own age, was wearing a black leather jacket and steel toe boots. At his feet was a backpack, stuffed with the meek clothes and sneakers he had been wearing earlier while playing the role of Jodie's loving boyfriend enjoying a night out on his girlfriend's birthday.

Fuller had brought a pair of sunglasses from the dollar store to finish the look, but quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to see shit and left them in the bag.

Jodie continued towards the man. He was standing under the lamp in the shadow of the pizzeria's dumpster, and across from it leaning against the parallel wall was a large bar mirror which had been abandoned by the brewery.

Jodie's mind buzzed with thought. "I'm just taking a shortcut to the parking lot, this guy is a stranger, this guy is a stranger. I'm not suspecting a thing... Holy crap this is actually going to happen!"

Jodie took a sip of water, pretending it was coffee. Her left hand was clutched defensively to the strap of her messenger bag, which she didn't realize she was doing at all.

Fuller stepped out of the shadow of the dumpster and put his arm out, leaning against the brewery wall and blocking Jodie's path.

"Hey babe, where you think you're going?"

"H-home." She stammered back quickly. The thill of the fantasy and the emotions aroused by the simulated danger brought Jodie to trembling. "T-to my car. My boyfriend's waiting for me -" She tried to weave around, Fuller, now a thuggish criminal rather than her boyfriend, would have none of it, not letting her pass.

"Boyfriend, huh? Well you know what, bitch? I don't believe you."

Jodie dropped the cup to concrete floor and took several steps back, preparing to turn and run, when -

"Hold it bitch, you ain't goin nowhere!"

Fuller whipped out a rubber pistol, realistic in appearance, but with an orange "safety" tip, and brandished it at Jodie, and forcefully snatched her wrist.

"Get over here bitch!" He said, dragging Jodie further into the alley.

"Oh shit! Oh god don't kill me!" Jodie squealed, gasping deeply as Fuller forced her into the corner of the dumpster secluded from the sidewalk, pointing the rubber gun to her chest. Jodie cowered, putting her hands up.

"You wanna fucking die tonight?"

"Oh god, oh please no! Oh god-"

"Then open the bag bitch! Let's see what ya got in there!"

"I don't have anything!"

Fuller jabbed her rib with the fake gun. Though rubber, it had significant weight to it.

"Fucking open it!"

She opened the messenger bag and Fuller wasted no time, with one hand pulling out the textbooks one-by-one and dropping them to the sandy concrete ground with the rest of the litter strewn about the alley.

Fuller crowded Jodie even further into the corner, putting the rubber gun to her throat.

"Schoolbooks? You fucking nerd. Who carries this shit?"

"I...I'm a student. Please -"

"Oh, a college girl huh? Well if you're any smart you'll have something worth my time in that fucking bag!" Fuller reached in to Jodie's messenger bag with his free hand and pulled out the wrapped present.

"Ah, what's this? A gift? What is it, your birthday, bitch?"

"Yes..." Jodie sobbed convincingly. Though vividly aware this all pretend she was falling very naturally into her role.

"How old you turn today?"

"Twenty-"

"Nice, now if you wanna live to be twenty-one, then fucking open it!"

Fuller shoved the present into Jodie's trembling hands and she swiftly tore off the wrapping paper and presented her pretend assailant the contents.

Just barely visible in the murky light of the alley was a factory sealed box containing a brand new vibrating dildo, a window in the package revealing the orange silicone shlong, which was molded to realistic human proportions.

"Ha ha ha! No wonder you were in such a rush to get home on your birthday you little whore!"

"Please! Please -" Jodie pleaded, as still holding the boxed dildo she taking out her smartphone and offering it to Fuller. "You can have my phone and everything, please just let me go home! Please..."

Fuller snatched the phone and slipped it into his front pants pocket, where it competed for space with the man's bulging erection, still concealed within his boxers.

"Go home? What's the hurry? You wanna head home so you can fuck yourself with this?" He took the packaged package from Jodie, and she cowered in the corner with her shivering hands up. "Well you're in luck, bitch, your wait's over, cause you get to enjoy your birthday gift right now!"

"No! Please, just let me -"

Fuller put the prop gun to Jodie's forehead, nudging her with it.

"Say no to me again bitch! I fucking dare you!" He hissed into her ear.

"Oh god -"

"You're pretty shy for someone strutting around town with a rubber wang in your purse, now either you're gonna put on a little show for me with what's in that box, or instead you're gonna get fucked by _me_for your birthday! How about that?"

Jodie said nothing, just panted, nearly out of breath due to sheer excitement.

"Alright then, first we'll start with a little insurance." Fuller dropped the boxed dildo to the ground, shoved the rubber gun into his jacket pocket, pulled out the auto-injector needle, and swiftly emptied its contents into Jodie's arm. By the time she felt the pinprick, Fuller had tossed the needle away, leaving his roleplaying partner caught off guard, having forgotten that she'd agreed to this element of the scenario at the last moment.

"What did you do to me?" She asked earnestly, though not breaking her established role.

Fuller grinned maniacally.

"I just shot you up with a mutagenic compound. Amazing what kind of shit you'll find when you mug a drug dealer."

"No..." Jodie whimpered, her head fully back in the roleplay.

"In a couple of minutes you're gonna turn into a freak, your own mom won't even recognize you, and you're not getting the antidote unless you do exactly as I say!"

"Please don't do this to me! I'll do anything!" Jodie begged, while curious as to what the actual effects of this injection would be, and how soon she'd feel them.

Fuller pulled out the rubber revolver again and aimed it at her.

"Then let's get started! Take those panties off and start getting yourself ready. Use your fingers."

Jodie froze. This was it. The last minute had unfolded at lightning speed, and now it had finally come time to take the pretend sexual assault to take an explicit turn.

She hesitated, though Fuller waited patiently for several long seconds as she began to lift the front of her skirt with her rattling left hand and reach between her legs with her right, her fingers just grazing the moistened fabric of her undergarments when -

SMACK!

Jodie shrieked as Fuller slapped Jodie's hand away from her own groin, shocking her. She threw up her hands up defensively, dropping her skirt. Just as swiftly, Fuller pulled the skirt back up, tore her panties off and fumbled at her pubic mound with his fingers.

Fuller had never actually touched another's privates before, and lacking hands-on experience, poked and prodded ungracefully between Jodie's legs. This was Jodie's first experience being touched by another as well, and though Fuller mock-raping her with his fingers at this stage was part of the plan, she was so shocked by the reality of it that she curled over towards Fuller, as though trying to shield her vagina from him, as his middle and index fingers managed to find their way between her folds.

Jodie yelped as Fuller's fingers plunged into her, and she squirmed in his possessive embrace, feigning at getting his hand away from her crotch as he tried to finger her as best he'd knew how, which came entirely from online porn films.

Of course the actual result in regards to Fuller's attempt at finger-fucking was far less spectacular than what online porn often presented, but the coarseness of the gesture further facilitated the simulation of digital rape, and Jodie, though physically uncomfortable, and afraid a cop might turn down the corner relished the naughtiness of both the fantasy and the reality.

"So, you ready to fuck yourself with that toy while I watch?" Fuller asked, aggressively pumping three fingers into Jodie's moist innards with one hand, and pinning her against the side of the dumpster with the other, as she struggled all along.

"Please let me go! Just stop it!" She cried out, a little too realistically, her voice reverberating off the walls of the alley.

Fuller covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shhh! You want someone walking down the street to hear?" He said genuinely, slipping out of character, and just as quickly regaining his 'tough guy' voice. "You want someone to walk down here and see what a nasty whore you're being? Huh? Yeaah." Fuller went on, fingering Jodie as hard and deep as he could.

"Oh god... Oh god..." She moaned.

A moment later Fuller's hand left Jodie's groin, and he picked up the still boxed dildo from the ground and grabbed her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Why you crying bitch? You don't think you can take this?" He held up the box, displaying it again to her.

"No... oh god please -"

"What's wrong? You ain't wet enough down there to get it in you?"

Of course Jodie was as wet as Fuller was hard, not that this fortunate detail impeded at all upon the act they were putting on.

Jodie said nothing, just gasped, fighting to maintain her breath and keep from passing out.

"Alright then bitch, I'm gonna make you wet!" Fuller dropped the box again, and viciously yanked Jodie out of the corner he had backed her in to, dragging her by the clenched front of her hoodie over to the front of the dumpster. "Yeah, I'll make you fucking wet alright."

Fuller brutally shoved her against the front of the dumpster, pinning both of Jodie's arms and lewdly kissing and licking her face. She fought against him as best she could, but being larger than her and using realistic force to restrain her, she didn't stand a chance.

"No... please..."

"Shut up bitch! I'm gonna fucking eat you now!"

"Please! Stop it -"

"You don't have a choice! Get up there!" With both hands secured beneath her underarms, Fuller heaved Jodie off the ground and placed her with a heavy thud onto the lid of the dumpster, and holding the rubber gun in one hand, forced her legs apart.

Parting her outer lips with his fingers, Fuller shoved his head between her legs and licked her once between her inner lips.

Jodie gasped at the brief contact, her thighs twitching as Fuller, having never been this close to a woman's vagina was caught off guard by the taste and scent, which in all his hours of online roleplaying and porn watching he had never realistically considered before, and was unprepared.

But engrossed in the imaginary scenario in which he was brutally assaulting an innocent stranger in a lonely dark alley, Fuller ignored his apprehension to Jodie's taste, buried his head between her legs, and forcefully and ravenously slurped and sucked at his mock-victim's pussy and exposed clitoris.

Jodie's could neither believe how excellent it felt, or how frightened she was. Her loins were flooded by waves of hot pleasure, the best sensation she ever experienced, and all the while her gaze alternated between the head of the man who was eating her out, and the far off entrance to the alley, at which any observant pedestrian could easily take notice of them, catching them in the act.

She was shivering all over, and panting and gasping not just from the adrenaline, but from the incredible eruption of sensation taking hold of her body.

Jodie leaned back with her palms resting on the lid of the dumpster, propping her up so she could enjoy the sight of her make-believe rapist forcing oral sex on her.

In the limited light and, in her odd position, Jodie could see only so much directly. However, the old bar mirror discarded on the opposite side of the narrow alley let her see herself, her legs and feet in their red sneakers dangling over the side of the dumpster, and the shadowy figure of her assailant forcibly administering pleasure.

Jodie's enjoyment was plagued by self-consciousness, not only at the risk of getting caught, but at her own decision to put herself in this situation. After a sex life consisting only her own fingers and an assortment of sex toys, to suddenly have someone she had never seen before today entrenched in her personal space amidst this dirty, dangerous atmosphere was a shock to her system, and in its wake she felt intensely guilty as she gazed into the mirror and watched what was happening to her, playing both spectator and participant at the same time.

Breaking her gaze from the mirror, she turned her attention back to Fuller, and the sight of him orally ravaging her, still holding the rubber gun with one hand while keeping her legs spread with the other, he continued to service her sloppy wet pussy.

Though she knew it wasn't real, the sight of the fake gun, the idea of it, the threat of what it would have meant if it were an actual weapon, jolted Jodie back into the fantasy.

"This isn't my fault, I'm just an innocent girl with a normal life and a loving boyfriend. I'm being raped by a stranger with a gun who's forcing this on me, I'm not being nasty, my body's just acting on instinct..." She thought, layering the fantasy on top of the very real sex that was taking place, making Jodie's toes curl inside her shoes, which felt the slightest bit uncomfortable, though Jodie was too distracted to take much notice.

Jodie then felt and heard a distinct sensation of pressure building up within her sinuses and throughout her face. Jodie knew she had a tendency to hold her breath when masturbating, but she was breathing freely now, whimpering with each panting breath, so this feeling couldn't have been that.

The second she felt and odd coldness upon the tip of her nose she touched two fingers to it, which at once were moist. Her eyes crossed as she stared at her own nose, which though still her own skintone, was moist, and shaped like a dogs.

"What? What the -" She gasped into the alley, interrupted as another wave of warmth at her lower back, distinct and separate from the radiating pleasure of Fuller's ongoing efforts.

Jodie moaned through clenched (slightly sharper) teeth as a canine tail sprouted from her backbone and began to grow, inch after inch emerging over the course of several seconds, fully coated in dark, golden fur.

"Oh my god, what's happening to me?"

Fuller with his free hand began to stroke and caresses Jodie's newly grown tail, which flailed wildly between her legs, its owner shuddered with an unfathomable surge of sensory overload as her brain began to process feedback from an appendage which only moments earlier didn't exist.

Fuller pulled his face from Jodie's pussy and looked up at her, her face still human but for her canine nose, which was now turning black. He kept the rubber gun pointed right at her.

"Heh heh, you're transforming now you bitch! You better do as I say or I'll never give you the antidote! You aren't getting out of this, so you better try to enjoy it!" He sneered, and resumed gobbling up Jodie's snatch.

This was too much, this was insane, Jodie thought, and she hadn't a second to recover, before the warmth in her head spread to her ears, and she could clearly feel them growing, becoming long, tall and pointed, peeking up over her pony tailed hair, and that odd, prickly feeling of the fur growing in.

She grabbed an ear, felt the fur for herself, the fur of her own pointed canine ear.

"Oh god -" She moaned, her body not letting her forget the pleasure of being sucked and slurped between her legs as the changes continued.

The pressure in her sinuses began to release, making distinct cracking, popping sounds as Jodie's face began to elongate before her eyes. She sighed with relief, though the alarming transformations to her body, clouded by pleasure kept her from becoming too comfortable.

Jodie's dorky glasses went crooked upon her face as her mouth and nose gradually morphed, stretching into a slender canine muzzle, though still without fur, leaving her head half changed, and excepting her fuzzy ears, still sporting her own human skin tone.

She stroked her face, gawking cross-eyed at in disbelief at her muzzle, her attention being drawn to the bar mirror, which in the dim light of the alley she could just barely see long wiry whiskers emerging from the sides of her snout, prickling her fingertips as they grew in.

Fuller peeked up, admiring Jodie's transforming face as he continued servicing her with his mouth, imagining that the pleasure he was forcing on his victim was accelerating the changes. With his mouth firmly attached to Jodie's pussy, Fuller caressed Jodie's tail with one hand, as with the other he jerked off furiously.

And then Jodie's feet hurt. Really they had been aching within their shoes for a while, but in the distraction of the sex and the physical changes, only now did the pain escalate to the point where Jodie became vividly aware.

Jodie could feel that her feet were swelling, and her sneakers felt like she had tied them impossibly tight to the point where her circulation was painfully impeded.

"My feet, oh god my shoes - please, help me..." Jodie pleaded, moaning in actual agony, kicking aimlessly in the hope that her visibly bulging shoes would fly off, though they remained, containing her feet as snugly and securely as ever.

"Not till you come, bitch." Fuller said and went back to eating her quivering pussy.

Jodie couldn't wait that long, the pulsing, throbbing pain in her feet was so severe even the pleasure of cunnilingus seemed distant and numb, and in the midst of it all she forgot that her agreed upon safe word had even existed.

There was no way she could take much more of this, and holding her legs out, she desperately began digging her right foot into the heel of her left shoe, trying to lever the sneaker off without using her hands, while Fuller's oral assault continued.

Jodie could actually hear the canvas of the Converse basketball shoes creaking as the fabric stretched to its limit. She hoped to god they would shred themselves to pieces, but no such luck, and though the mere act hurt she shoved her right foot against the left, gradually working the high-top sneaker loose until it finally fell to the shadowy ground of the alley, exposing the bare flesh of her transforming foot to the cool night air.

What Jodie saw at the end of her leg scarcely resembled anything belonging to a person; with four large, stubby toes and blunt canine claws, even lacking fur it was more of a paw than a human foot. As Jodie looked at herself in the mirror and saw the black pawpads that had grown in on the underside of her toes and the ball of her foot, the reality of the situation finally struck her; in a few minutes, she wouldn't be human any longer.

Free of its shoe, her foot-paw continued morphing steadily, the end of her foot growing broader and sturdier, as it alone would be bearing her weight when she next stood upright. At the same time her foot began stretching tremendously, the length from heel to toe nearly doubling as her lower leg between her heel and knee shortened, giving her leg a digitigrade stance.

Meanwhile her right leg remained humanoid, with her aching foot still trapped inside her bulging sneaker.

Jodie scratched and kicked helplessly at her right sneaker, trying to remove the shoe, to dig her claws into the canvas and tear it to shreds, but her blunt canine claws weren't sharp enough for that, and the short toes useless for trying to untie the tight laces.

"Please, please take my shoe off, my foot hurts so much, please..." She begged. "I'll let you do anything, please take this shoe off."

Fuller, hearing the actual pain in Jodie's voice finally removed his mouth from his victim's cunt and stopped masturbating.

He got down on his knees and untied Jodie's high-top and slipped it off, revealing what could have been a well developed plantigrade anthro foot-paw, with pawpads and claws already grown in, and unlike her left foot, it was already covered heel to toe in the same golden brown fur as her ears and tail.

Already Jodie's right foot began stretching, elongating as her leg slowly morphed into a digitigrade stance.

"Oh yeah, look at those big paws you've got. You're turning into a fucking coyote-girl you bitch!" He said, and began caressing the length of her soft, furry foot-paw, fondling her heel as it became the hock of her transforming leg, and licking her pawpads as the part of her foot which would now touch the ground as she walked became wider and thicker.

"Ew, ew, ew..." Jodie said, the relief of her foot finally being free of the painful restraint of that sneaker replaced by the grossness and weirdness of the sight of giant, bestial paws at the end of her legs, and the feeling of this man luxuriating in the novelty of her transforming body.

"What's wrong? Don't like having your paws licked? Well how about we get down to business and you get busy with the big kong here?" Fuller picked up the dildo and tore it from its cardboard packaging.

"You better put on a good show for me, or I won't give you the antidote and you can spend the rest of your life as a fucking coyote, and that's if I don't shoot you."

In the shock and discomfort of changing shape, the threat of being stuck like this resonated such that she, without realizing it, forgot the roleplay and was actually afraid, not for her life, but for her physical body should she have to return home as a half-human.

Fuller switched on the dildo, and it buzzed with subtle vibration.

"Wow, they even threw in batteries! Cool!" He said, out of character, and quickly recovered, shoving the toy into Jodie's hands. "Now, fuck yourself while I film you turning into a furry freak!"

Fuller whipped out Jodie's smartphone, opened the video camera app, and with the intense flash glaring in her face, he began filming.

Jodie put the tip of the dildo to her pussy lips and carefully penetrated herself. Though the oral sex with Fuller left her as wet as she had ever been in her life, it took several strokes to get the false penis fully lubed with her natural moisture, and leaning back with one hand, she began pounding herself, slipping the entire length into her at a fiery pace.

She knew that "forced" filming of her using the toy on herself would be part of the setup, but the progressing transformation added a level of discomfort she didn't anticipate. It was embarrassing being observed and touched and gawked at as her body shed its humanity, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the digitigrade paws that were her feet, or the tail swaying between her legs, brushing her fingers as she raped herself with the dildo, which in spite of her uneasiness brought through pleasure to her feminine depths.

But closing her eyes didn't stop the changes continuing to overtake her, and she could feel a gentle warmth within her eyes as their whites vanished, and they changed from green to yellow. She felt that warmth migrating slowly down her back and along her legs, gradually covering more and more of her with soft, golden-brown fur.

Her left hand, leaning upon the lid of the dumpster started to transform, growing longer, and realizing this she opened her eyes, and illuminated bright by the light of the phone as fuller filmed her, her right hand began to stretch as well, nearly an extra two inches in length, and pawpads grew in on her palm and the tips of her fingers, with each finger larger, but shorter and less flexible, nearly toe-like, but just barely dexterous enough that she could still hold the dildo and continue fucking herself with it like it was her only hope to ever become human again.

The fur kept spreading across Jodie's breasts and belly beneath her clothes, all along her neck and face, and down the length of her arms all the way to her clawed, bestial hand-paws, completing her transformation into an anthro coyote, which coincided with her edging on the verge of orgasm, the intensity of which made Jodie slow her pace with the dildo, carefully drawing out the pleasure building up to -

Fuller, still holding the phone and filming with one hand, stopped jerking off and slapped Jodie's hand-paw out of the way, yanking the slimy dildo out of her and forcefully pressing the vibrating tip against her clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck oh shit, oh god, holy -" Jodie fell back catching herself with her hand-paws as her legs went wild kicking and fidgeting.

"Yeah, I'm making you cum you slutty coyote!"

The toes of Jodie's foot-paws curled as the orgasm wrung her out, and her twitching, contracting pussy gushed with fluid, which matted the fur of her inner thighs and her tail.

Fuller dropped the dildo and took a step back, filming Jodie from head to toe. The anthro coyote struggled to catch her breath as the afterglow of both the orgasm and the transformation blazed through her. He closed the camera app, shoved the phone into his pocket, and retrieved the rubber gun, pointing it at her.

"Alright bitch, you made me hard as hell, so I'm gonna fuck you now!"

The words snapped Jodie back into the fantasy, which aside from the transformation had gone exactly as scripted thus far, and wasn't over yet.

"No! But you said you wouldn't -" Jodie sobbed, the sensation of talking through her slender snout still alien to her.

"You don't have a choice!" Fuller grabbed her wrist and pulled Jodie down from the dumpster.

Landing upon the sandy ground of the dumpster with her bare footpaws for the first time, she found standing upon her digitigrade legs just as easily standing as a human, though the the feeling of it, and the sight of her gigantic paws dwarfing the discarded sneakers she had been wearing moments ago on her normal, human feet made her feel detached and alienated from herself.

Fuller backed her right up against the front of the dumpster, groping her breast through her hoodie.

"You ready to fuck, baby?"

She hid her face with her furry hand-paws, genuinely embarrassed by her muzzle and whiskers, which she saw plainly before her eyes.

"Please, I have a boyfriend."

Fuller reached under Jodie's skirt and rammed all four fingers up her pussy and put the rubber gun to her temple.

"Coyotes don't have boyfriends, now do as I say! Get on your knees, bitch." Fuller swatted Jodie on the snout and she obeyed instantly, though he hit her harder than he realized, and several tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, which were absorbed by her facial fur.

"I actually did plan on getting laid tonight, so I came prepared." He pulled out a sealed condom from the chest pocket of his leather jacket. "I'm not gonna fuck a half-human freak like you without protection, now stop whining and put it on me!"

He gave Jodie the little foil envelope, and she struggled for several seconds to open it with her hand-paws, which were just barely dexterous enough to consider hands at all. Tearing it open with a claw, Jodie carefully manipulated the pre-lubed condom with her trembling, padded toe-fingers, sheathing it over Fuller's penis, which was erect and protruding through the open fly of his jeans.

"Get on the fucking ground you furry freak! And hold still so I can fuck you!"

Fuller shoved Jodie over, and she landed on her hand-paws, which were nearly more suited to walking on all fours than for serving as human hands, and before she could recover, Fuller laid on top of her, pinning her to the sandy, gravely ground of the alley.

Moving Jodie's tail out the way, Fuller pushed two fingers into her pussy, fingering her again with force and ferocity with one hand as he stroked and caressed the soft fur of Jodie's ears and neck with the other, as though she were just a dog.

"Yeah... look at you, you filthy beast. You deserved to get turned into a coyote you fucking whore. You're about to get fucked by a stranger and you're not even struggling, you're horny as hell."

"No... please... I'm a human being..."

"No you're not! Look at you!" Fuller grabbed Jodie's muzzle and turned her head, forcing her to look at the shadowy image of her transformed body in the discarded bar mirror.

Even having lived through the transformation, the sight of herself fully morphed into a coyote-girl was shocking, taking her breath away and triggering another surge of adrenaline to surge through her bloodstream.

Jodie's candid thought was that she looked like something from a werewolf movie, like she was in the middle of changing from a young woman into a giant canine beast, but being trapped in between the two forms, was left wearing her hoodie and skirt, the latter of which was pulled up, giving her mock assailant access.

Through the mirror looked Jodie into the eyes of the coyote-creature that was wearing her clothes, which was moments ago wearing her sneakers and was a normal human girl walking home from a date with her boyfriend. This was Jodie now, she wasn't human any longer, and she saw herself pinned to the floor beneath the human who was preparing to fuck her like the animal she had become.

"No! I'm a girl! I'm a person! This is just a dream! This can't be real."

"Shut up bitch! You ain't dreaming! You're a fucking coyote now, but lucky for me you're still human enough to give me a good fuck!"

"Nooo!" Jodie reached behind her, struggling in vain to push Fuller off of her with her hand-paws. Seeing herself as a half-human struggling in vain to free herself was oddly arousing, and Jodie watched herself in the mirror writhe and squirm, the claws of her hand and foot paws scratching uselessly at the ground as she tried to drag herself from under him.

"Hold still and be a good girl while I fuck you, or you're gonna be a slutty coyote for the rest of your life!"

Though Jodie was enjoying the foreplay, this had gone on long enough. She was ready for the act to continue, and she watched in the mirror as Fuller secured himself over her waiting body, and holding her tail aside, touched the tip of his wrapped penis to her furry asshole.

With some prodding in the dark, and with manual guidance, Fuller's dick made headway and barged gruffly into Jodie's ass.

Though Jodie had years of solo experience with plugs and dildos of exceptional length and girth, without time to properly warm up, the first dick she had ever taken sent a shock and a burning, stinging sensation through her rectum as her insides gave way, hugging the warm cock inside its ribbed, lubed condom as tightly and eagerly as they could.

A shudder rolled through Jodie's transformed body, making her stubby, padded toes tingle, and her tail twitch.

Fuller paused, buried to the hilt within the anthro coyote's ass. This was also his first time, and though he was playing the role of an experienced and brutal sex criminal, the warmth and tightness of Jodie's nice butt and the thrill of sliding his dick into a willing female orifice for the first time snatched his breath, giving both partners need a brief pause

Jodie, expecting the very real, yet more than tolerable pain of initial penetration, embraced it as part of the fantasy as Fuller unleashed himself, fucking her with short quick strokes on the ground of the alley.

After enduring the humiliation of forced oral sex and transformation into a half human creature, Jodie's poor helpless make-believe self was now being ruthlessly fucked in this filthy environment. And Jodie couldn't get enough of it, squirming and struggling with deliberate uselessness and helplessness, making pathetic crying, mewling noises through her muzzle.

Jodie looked at her inky reflection in the mirror, watched Fuller's rump forcefully pounding her furry rear, watched her gigantic bestial footpaws scratching and kicking helplessly as her rapist's leather boots remained planted firmly, holding him securely as he went on fucking her.

In the limited light, the clearest thing of all that Jodie could see in the mirror were her shining yellow eyes, surprisingly calm and relaxed in spite of the manufactured scenario of rape, and instinctually Jodie recognized them as the eyes of a creature unconcerned with dignity, or safety, or human social norms, but instead simply enjoying the excitement of existing, and the release of being fucked.

She could look at herself through those wild, animal eyes and bask in the knowledge that Jodie, the meek college girl was nowhere to be seen. The half-human freak now wearing Jodie's torn and scuffed up clothes was now in charge, and though the human buried within could kick and writhe all she wanted, the coyote kept her in check, and made her hold her rear still for the forceful, frisky breeding to continue.

Fuller made a fist around one of Jodie's long, fuzzy ears, not cruelly tight as to cause real harm, but in a firm, possessive way, and stroked the silky fur along her neck with the other hand as he picked up his pace inside her.

"Oh yeah, you nasty freak. How does it feel to get fucked in the ass by a human you slutty coyote-girl? God I can't believe I'm fucking a coyote right now, damn you're so fucking tight." Fuller groaned as he went on raping Jodie, and groping her sexy transformed body all over.

The burn of the first moments of penetration has subsided by now, and Jodie's rear now glowed with the warmth of the vigorous thrusting of Fuller's dick, the smooth friction of his pumping cock spreading heat throughout her guts, which spurred on pleasurable, but nasty contractions, as though Jodie's sphincter was trying to squeeze the big throbbing cock out of her.

Each thrust from Fuller pounded Jodie's own hips into the dirt and the unyielding ground, and giving up her "fighting back" act, Jodie made herself limp with defeat and submission, the coyote-girl looked upon herself in the mirror, enjoying the sights and sensations of her descent from a human woman into a sub-human creature being fucked in a back alley.

Fuller finally finished, spooging copiously within the condom as he collapsed on top of Jodie, letting his dick go soft inside her, and forgetting the rapist act as he panted with exhaustion and excitement in the throes of his afterglow.

He pulled his dick out, and still mounted atop Jodie asked, "So, how was that?"

"That was awesome." Jodie replied, though still at odds speaking through her elongated muzzle.

"Sure was." Fuller glanced over his shoulder cautiously. There was no one there. "Let's get out of here."

"Yeah, let's quit while we're ahead." She agreed, still aware of the very real possibility of being seen.

Fuller picked himself off of Jodie and rose to his feet, pulled the sloppy condom off, and threw it to the ground, and after pulling up his pants and neatening himself, went about "cleaning up", quickly putting Jodie's textbooks back in her messenger bag, putting the rubber gun away, and tossing the dildo, which was no longer needed, into the dumpster.

Meanwhile Jodie sat up, but didn't budge, instead simply staring at herself, still overwhelmed by the fact of being in the body of an anthro coyote, staring at her padded, clawed hand-paws, and with them stroking her own muzzle, playing with her ears, and examining her tail, which still twitched with the lingering sensation of having just had her ass pounded by Fuller.

Fuller hoisted both Jodie's messenger bag, and his own backpack over his shoulder.

"Ready to head back to the car?" He asked.

"Sure."

Fuller grabbed Jodie's hand-paw and helped hoist her upright. Though standing and walking with her new legs and feet came instantly and felt easy and natural, the strangeness of it all remained vividly at the forefront of Jodie's awareness while following Fuller deeper into the alley, feeling the sandy ground beneath her paws as she walked. Each step also evidenced the feeling of having just been fucked by Fuller, with Jodie's ass seeming to to want to clench around a penis what was no longer there.

The pair didn't run, but still made their way swiftly to the back of the alley to the secluded little parking lot where Fuller had parked his station wagon. Jodie's claws clicked on the pavement with each step as she self-consciously checked her surroundings constantly, fearing someone was watching, though they were all alone.

Fuller unlocked the vehicle with a keychain remote, tossed the two bags into the front seat, and opened the trunk.

"So, Jodie, you wanna head to the room I got, or do you wanna go ahead with the original plan?"

"No, you turned me into a goddamn coyote and now I'm horny as hell. We're going through with all of this now." She said, and placed her hand-paws behind her back. "Go ahead, tie me up."

The cheap nylon ropes were ready to go in the back of the station wagon, and Fuller tied her wrists together, careful not to cut off circulation, and when that was done Jodie swiftly complied, climbing into the vehicle, Fuller tied up her legs just above her hocks.

Fuller slammed the rear door, hopped in the drivers seat, and started the ignition.

"So, having fun back there?" Fuller asked earnestly, his scary criminal persona abandoned for the time being in the midst of entirely real fact that he just turned a girl into a coyote and fucked her in the ass in a public place where they could have easily gotten caught.

"This is weird as hell, but yeah. How long does this transformation thing last anyway?"

"About a day, you'll be back to normal by this time tomorrow night I guess."

"Well let's make the most of it, cause I'm fucking wet already back here! Hurry up and let's get going! You're kidnapping me, remember? Get a move on!"

"Alright! Jodie, here we go!" Fuller said to the coyote-girl bound in the back of his ride, putting the station wagon into gear and rolling out of the parking lot and onto the vacant, unassuming streets toward the location where he and Jodie's scheduled night of kinky public mischief would continue.