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"Well I'm a big supporter of the universities athletic department of course. But actually I figured the best way to be surrounded by hot young furs, was to open the place to Frat parties." The tall statuesque black Lioness answered smiled invitingly at the big gray Arabian stallion. "Since my husband died this big old place was just so lonely... I was in need of some spirited young company."

"Ohooo athletic supporter... that's cool." Cameron replied, clearly she was what was known as a jock strap, an older woman who wanted to be wrapped around some young stud. Idly he wondering just how old the black Lioness was, clearly she was still very hot. She certainly didn't look very old, and even tho' she was a different species the big horse was sure he could judge fairly close.

"Yes it's wonderful." Cameron's gay Frat buddy Johnny gushed, he loved these big old rambling Victorian houses that dotted the city near campus. "Anyway, I gotta get back downstairs." Obviously not comfortable around the leering Lioness, and his obviously interested straight buddy. "See ya later."

"Later bud." Cameron grunted turning back to the Lioness, who was openly admiring his bulging sheath.

"Yes, later on." Madame Electra Pleasure smirked, watching the Tiger's ass sway as he walked out the door and down the hall. Cameron had a little more of the fruity punch, as he watched Madame El leering after the other big cat.

"Forget it he's totally gay." The big stallion assured, smirking stupidly as he admired the guy who'd spiked the punch... it was some powerful stuff.

"That just means it'll take a little more persuading." The wicked black Lioness giggled in her deep husky voice, flashing the drunken Horse a wide white smile.

"I however I'm a lot easier." Cameron muttered cupping one of the Lioness firm round ass cheek in one huge three fingered hand. Madame Electra's smile brightened, and she looked back at the big equine knowing where this was going and clearly liking it.

"Looking to go for a ride stud?" The tall sexy Lioness asked with a lewd knowing wink, as the big stallion moved in closer rubbing his crotch against that sexy rump.

"Actually I was think maybe you'd like to go for a ride on something of mine." The big sexy equine snickered as he shared the Lioness's leering grin, that heavy sheath bulging stiffly.

"I wouldn't mind giving it a try." She chuckled as the big blunt tip of Cameron's organ peeked from the opening of his heavy sheath. Grasping the big floppy length of stud muscle Madame El pulled the horse into her private quarters.

***

"So this is it huh." The big equine jock looked over the contraption casually, it looked like a prop from a bad sci fi show. The shiny silver ring dangling from wires, he reach out to touch the cold metal with one big three fingered hand. It was thin, and seeming to vibrate a bit to easily under his touch, the big stallion nodded as if he understood something. "So I just stand here grip the ring with that." He gestured to the small unit on an elastic band, that was wired into the computer along with the ring. "And its like the best sex I've ever had huh?"

"Well hon... you must be connected to the system, its use to manipulate the body. However it's the program that calculates the perimeters and controls the data." The tall slinky Lioness explained to the clearly very intoxicated Stallion, as she moved up and placed his hands on the ring. "And its a bit more than that." She gripped his huge jutting erection and slid a cold metal ring down it's length, and the wrapped a copper cable around his massive balls, connecting the ring and the cables together. "My... my your a hefty boy." Madame El purred as she fondled the big equine jocks hefty junk, making the stud nicker in excitement for a moment. Before she strolled back around behind the control panel and began flipping switches.

"Yeah... hehe sure you just don't wanta hop on iiiiitttt." Cameron's words trailed off and a strange look came across his long handsome gray dished muzzle. "Wha... wha..." The big Arabian jock started, but was cut short as the machine began to whir and pulse with energy. The drunken Jock looking on confused as it made his big masculine chest shimmer and begin to change. "I don't... don't." Cameron watched in growing shock and dismay, as his chest began to grow and mound up. "Wha tha..." The big jock stallion mumbled looking down shocked at his growing new breast's, Madame El snickering as Cameron's new thick nipples harden, and began to drip a sort of white fluid. Grinning the Lioness reached up pinching them both, rubbing and caressing them as they grow.

"These are almost as nice as mine." She taunted, watching them grow some more, more pleased by their current size. "However they do look out of place on so big and masculine a body, of course we're about to change that as well." The slink black clad Lioness snickered derisively, gesturing downward towards Cameron's hefty loin's.

"Wha... whats going on?" The shocked gray stud started, and then choked as he looked downwards at his huge hard male goodies.

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Madame Electra gloated, watching the drunken jocks reaction to the events, which were leaving him lightheaded. "Its changing your sex... when I say sex change, I'm not just talking of surgery and silicone implants... oh no true sexuality mean more that just outward appearances. My objective is a complete change both inside and out, now at last the moment is here... you are about to experience a profound event in the history of science. In the most profound sense, a big jock stallion is going to be a good little mare.

I... wha... No... No Way!" Nervous sweat rolled down Cameron's broad equine cheek's, as his sexual organ's began to shimmer and vibrate harder and faster. "How... How?" The big gray Arabian stallion nickered at the Lioness, his hands fumbling at his vanishing malehood clumsily. As the machine's powerful energy made his big masculine body tremble and melt into a slender more delicate form.

"You can't stop it... there's no way you'll get out of this." Madame Electra chuckled, the pushing and pulling deep inside his body caused Cameron to wince in pain, but all he could do was wait it out. The opening of his empty sheath stretched open wide, as his sheath shrank and twisted; his scrotum flattening, while that pelvic area widens, perfect for cradling a foal, his once proud stallion-hood all but gone completely. That once proud erection now a tiny limp noodle, while his once massive potent colt makers had shrank into cherry tomato's in to loose a sack. Cameron squealed weakly feeling his testicles being drawn up deep inside of his body, the once massive jock sank weakly to his knee's. "Damn it... the change still isn't complete... the machine still needs more adjustments. Its much smaller of course." Madame El moved over to examine the half mares tiny organs frowning at the continued failure of her invention. "I'm so disappointed, in the meanwhile you will be fitted with a chastity device. And sent to my friends in Bannok they run a house there that is known for it's beautiful lady boys. The money I get for you will fund the improvements to my device." Her words were lost on the former jock as he'd slipped into unconsciousness, and lay on the flood moaning softly.

***

Detective's Stamper and Yalone looked over the latest case file, another missing Furson in the otherwise quite college town. Things were starting to get serious, a odd frat boy gone off or jock that had just lost interest in higher learning was nothing to wonder at. But when the number reach double digits in a single year, well mayors get screamed at and in turn they scream at the police Commissioner. Who calls his Detective into his office and politely but firmly rips them a new one. The big Caribou and his small Folf pardner were still limping from the ass chewing they had gotten from Commissioner Thorndike. Now here was another one, and no less than the U's star full back there would be hell to pay now. The News media couldn't help but take notice of this one, which meant that they would point out all the others as well. The little Folf took the new picture and taped it to the white board, the handsome muzzle of the Zebra starred back at them along with the other muzzles.

"Ok so what do we know?" Stamper repeated in a soft exhausted slowing voice, the big Caribou knew all the facts they had by heart by now. But listened anyway as his pardner began going over them again, the Folf had just finished reviewing the new report.

"Twelve missing victim's... all students of the U... Frat boys, jocks and a couple of regular students. The first victim went missing one week into first term, the last just noticed missing within the past seventy two hours. The first five widely spaced, the last seven in increasingly shorter intervals if its a serial he's really escalating quickly. Although no bodies have been found, so he's either hiding them really well, or he's collecting."

"What do our victims all have in common?" Stamper repeated for perhaps the fortieth time, they had trampled over this ground a lot lately.

"The university... we are looking for a perp who lives on or near campus." The Folf answered once again as Stamper winced, it was always the same damn thing. "Frat's all but one of our missing fursons was in a Frat, although no one Frat in particular."

"So pretty much the whole damn town." Stamper snorted, it was a small college based town that really hadn't grown that much in the years that the college had been there. "So we can be pretty sure our perp isn't targeting one Frat house."

"Perhaps he is targeting Fraternities in general." Yalone theorized once again, which was no more helpful than the last hundred times he'd said it. "That third one could have just been a mistake... I mean he did vanish from or just after a Frat party."

"What... Wait a minute that's a connection. Isn't it? Frat parties, all our missing were last seen in or around Frat parties maybe our perp is in a Frat himself and is just hunting close to home." Stamper interjected, anger that he'd not seen this connection before. "We need to re-interview everyone who last saw our missing fursons, maybe they saw someone at those parties who was out of place."

"Sure someone not invited, or from a rival Frat possibly... good thinking Stamp." Detective Yalone congratulated his big pardner, the Folf quickly dug into the files for the names they would need. Even as Stamper stood up, and pulled his suit coat on over the big Sig-Sauer on his belt. Idly the Folf wondered if his pardner ever took it off, chuckling as he pictured the Caribou showering with the big 45. strapped to him.

***

The Raccoon looked nervous as the two big Cops questioned him again, of course it was most likely because of the bag of leaves in his pocket. Yalone smiled at him and nodded his head, ignoring the scent of the leaves completely they weren't working Narcotics after all. Besides if the arrested every fur with leaves, they would have to collar half the college these days. "So the last time you saw Derek was their anyone around who looked suspicious, odd or out of place at all." The Folf asked, as the Raccoon honestly looked like he was racking his brain, trying to remember things.

"Ummm... Ummmm no."

"No one who wasn't invited?" Stamped interjected harshly, the big Caribou was getting frustrated so far no one questioned could really remember anyone suspicious.

"Well ya know its not like there's a list... furs just show up sometimes cuz they hear about it from a friend." The Raccoon answered weakly, it was an all to common answer that they had heard over and over.

"Alright..." Stamper snarled through gritted teeth as he stood up, he'd heard enough this leave head didn't know shit. The big Caribou stood up with a sour look, and glanced over at his pardner the Folf nodded.

"That's all we needed... thank you for your cooperation, you have a good day now." The Folf said in a friendly manner as he made to follow the big Caribou out the door, and then paused looking back. "Oh did you have any idea what Derek might have been doing after you saw him?" The the friend, almost lackadaisical manner of the question catching the Raccoon off guard and he grunted without thinking.

"Looked like he was gunna try on a jock strap." Yalone pause, the look of confusion on his muzzle making the Raccoon grin for a second.

"What do you mean try on a jock strap?" The Folf asked, as the Raccoon at last realizing he'd said something he should not have and looked torn.

"Ammm look I... I shouldn't have said anything."

"ANSWER THE QUESTION." Stamper roared from behind the Folf, as Yalone walked over and patted the Raccoon's shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Look we're not looking to get anyone in trouble, we just want to find your friend." Yalone promised softly as he looked into the Raccoons glassy eyes.

"Well... ya see a... a wealth older female who supports the athletic department is whats known as a jock strap, cuz she likes to be wrapped around some young stud... ya see."

And there's nothing wrong with that... hell I wished I couldn't had a jock strap like that when I was running track." Yalone assured with a leering smile and a wink, calming the young Raccoon down. "Would you maybe tell us her name?"

"No... he... he didn't say who it was. I... I'm sorry."