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Craig shivered as he walked down the city's streets. He stuffed his hands into his jacket and scrunched his shoulders together. On this dark and lonely midwinter night, the only sources of light were the tall street lamps spaced intermittently throughout the city. However, the light they shed was dim and soft and it wasn't uncommon for the lamps' light to flicker in and out here and there. Craig had long ago came to the conclusion that this was the worst night he could have chosen to go out on a late night walk, but what other choice did he have? He was tired of being cooped up inside as he had been with work all day. He was more annoyed by the malfunctioning lights. What was he paying taxes for if the city couldn't even maintain itself?

Craig came to a stop when the street lamp a block down suddenly went out. The next one closer to Craig did the same thing. The man sighed as the next one went out and then the next. It was cold and he could barely see as is. Some luck he had. He waited until the only light left on was the one right above him. At least when there was total darkness his vision might be able to adjust better. He looked up at the street lamp and just like that it went out.

FLASH!

The aged street lamp came on, causing Clara to flinch away from the sudden light. The humanoid rat female stared up at the lamp's illumination with her beady black eyes in annoyance. She had preferred it when it had been total dark before. Since when had the city's lazy officials got off their asses to bother to fix them, especially here on the shady side of town. Well, it was no longer as shady.

Clara kept her hands out of her pockets as she resumed her shuffling walk. She squinted her eyes as she examined the people she would quickly close upon. There was an alligator sitting against the brick building up ahead, but his raggedy clothes and sign proclaimed him as either a homeless anthro or some streetside prophet. Clara didn't care what exactly he was, she just knew he was a no-go for sure. The curiously busty toucan standing on the street that wore just the barest of enticing clothes was just as much a no-go. Prostitute could certainly have money on them, but Clara didn't want to take dirty money from someone who no doubt had a pimp protecting her.

Clara rubbed her small paws together when she saw the couple beyond the toucan whore. They seemed out of place in this neighborhood, a clearly upper middle class bear couple. They were taller and larger than her, but the rat knew they were soft. The woman too had a purse she could easily snatch.

With her plan in mind, the rat slunk down the street. The alligator mumbled something as she passed him while the toucan gave her a look of disdain. Clara smiled back as she made her way to the couple.

"Excuse me, miss," the female bear said as she approached. "We're kind of lost and--"

"Janice!" The male said, holding up his phone. "I know where we are, there's no need to--"

"It's no problem," Clara said sweetly. She took a step towards the female. "Do you have a map?"

"Carl," the female bear said. "Let her see your phone."

Carl looked unhappy at this proposition, but he reluctantly handed the phone over when Janice glared at him. Clara took it and gave them the same smile she had given the toucan. Then she lunged forward, snatched the purse, and scampered away from the couple as fast as she could.

"Hey!" Carl called. "Hey!"

Clara snickered as she ran. She hadn't expected to get the phone too. What good luck!

"Hey!" a deeper voice called from across the street.

Clara looked to her side and saw a jackal in police uniform. The rat swore and sped up her pace even as the officer chased after her. Maybe her luck wasn't so good after all. She sped up her pace, but the tall and limber jackal was already catching up to her. She might have to ditch the phone and the purse if that meant her freedom.

As Clara ran as fast as she could and her mind churned, she came up under a street lamp. Her hopes rose as the light flickered. If the whole block went out, then she might have the concealment she needed. The light flickered again and then went out.

FLASH!

Craig came to a halt as the light came up. The feline officer shaded his eyes and glanced around. The sudden turning on and off of the lights had screwed up his vision and made him lose track of the perpetrator. His scanning revealed only a few individuals he had noticed before, downtown lowlife that didn't even bother to wear mandated identification collars. They were the least of his concerns, however. Rather, the figure he saw duck into an alley was the subject of his pursuit. With a yowl, Craig sped towards where the figure had ran. He pushed aside an impeding marmoset against the wall as he reached the alley. He immediately spotted the perpetrator.

"Central," he hissed into his earpiece. "I've spotted the perpetrator. Back into pursuit."

"Copy that," he heard as he sped after the perpetrator. "Remember, capture, not kill."

"Roger."

The subject he was chasing, a wolf that wore a faded leather jacket and jeans, was fast, but not fast enough. They both exited the alley at the same time and came to another dark part of town. Under an unpowered streetlamp, the wolf glanced over his shoulder, slowing him down just enough. With a growl Craig hissed and pounced. He slammed into the wolf, grabbing him by the shoulders and unsheathing his claws as he rode him down into the ground. The wolf cried out in pain as he hit the ground. Craig hastily extricated himself from the wolf, though he made sure to scratch the wolf a bit as he removed his paws. The wolf groaned and turned over on his back with his hands raised. Craig took this opportunity to cuff him and then haul him to his feet.

"No," the wolf whimpered, staring down at the cuffs. "I didn't do anything!"

Craig hissed, his eyes glowing in the darkness. He roughly grabbed the wolf by his shoulders and turned him around.

"Don't say another word, scum," he said, pulling out his stunner and pressing it into the canine's back. "One more word and I make this the most painful, nonlethal night of your life."

The wolf whimpered and nodded.

"Central," the feline said. "I've got him. I--ugh!"

Craig raised a hand as the light above them flickered.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Central said.

"No," Craig said. "Just some mal--"

FLASH!

Craig whined and whimpered as the lights came on. The Doberman shied away from the sudden light, though the tight leash around his neck kept him from going very far.

"Calm down, boy!" his owner said, tugging at the leash. "It's only some light."

Craig looked up his owner and barked. His owner smiled and gave the Doberman a pat on his head. Craig barked again and his short tail set to wagging. He barked again and growled as a man in a dark suit approached.

"Quiet, Craig," his owner murmured, tightening his grip on the leash. The Doberman whimpered as he was pulled back close to his owner even as his owner stepped forward. His owner held out a hand to the man in the dark suit. "My apologies, I adopted him a few days ago."

"It's no trouble," the man hissed. "Do you have it?"

Craig's owner reached into his jacket. Craig looked up at what his owner held, a grey sphere, but his interest was immediately lost when he sniffed the air and found it had no scent. He looked around for something more interesting. The dog let out a quiet woof when he saw a fire hydrant not too far away from him. Craig tried at the leash and found it looser, his owner's attention distracted.

"Beta tech..." Craig heard the man whisper as he padded over to the fire hydrant.

"Yes," Craig's owner said as the dog sniffed the hydrant. The Doberman recoiled at the smell of so many other dogs. He eyed the hydrant and silently sidled up to its side. He glanced back to his master. When he saw his owner hadn't noticed his activities, he lifted his hind leg in preparation to mark his territory when the light above him suddenly flickered. The dog looked up and whined as the lights went out.

FLASH!

The female Doberman shied away from the street lamp, bumping into a decrepit fire hydrant as she retreated. She turned around and sniffed at it. There were only a few scents on it and not all of them were canines such as her. She shivered. The light turning on had scared her, but it had also coincided with a sudden heat in her loins, an aching heat that needed to be quenched by a virile male. She needed to find whomever had made those scents. They might be able to assist her, they had to be able to.

The Doberman bitch hurried away from the light and ran across the street. She passed by a crumbling building and sniffed around the ruins, loping away when all she smelled were some rats. She traveled through the ruined city, panting and whining as her heat grew into much more than a want. Coming upon a downed exosuit, she climbed upon it and sniffed the air. There was one of her kind close, but she couldn't quite make out where he was. She stepped off the exosuit and slipped on a skull on her way down. She yelped and fell to the ground, her loud cry echoing through the silent streets.

Her ears perked up when she heard something whirr and beep high up in the air. She got up on all fours and looked to the sky. She let out a bark when she spotted a trio of sleek flying machines descending towards her. When they didn't retreat, she did. She ran from the machines as they pursued her, the noises they emitted confusing her perceptions. She clambered over a pile of rotting bodies as she fled, the stink of their decay nothing compared to the strange, alien scent the machines put out. She climbed down the corpse pile, barking and yelping as the machines drew ever closer. Fleeing around a corner, she found herself at a dead end under an even deader street lamp. She turned around and bared her teeth as the machines swooped in, their single eyes growing bright. Just as the Doberman and the drones were about to engage, the light suddenly turned on.

FLASH!

Clara cawed as the streetlight above her suddenly flickered on. The female crow humanoid looked up at it only for a moment, her attention quickly diverted as a car pulled up to her corner. She quickly pushed up her breasts and adjusted her tail feathers as the driver's window slowly rolled down. When the window was fully down, a handsome yet nervous looking young buck stared out of the car at her. The car's engine and lights went out as the car came to a stop. The crow smiled at him as she walked towards the vehicle, making sure to sway her hips enticingly with each step. He followed her every movement, though she gleefully noted that he was more focused on her upper chest. This was going to be an easy one. She winked to the thug in a shady corner, signaling that they had nothing to worry about with this one.

Upon reaching the car, Clara put her wingarms on top of the rolled down window and leaned into the car slightly. She bent down a bit to properly show off her breasts and butt, both of which the buck visually sampled. In fact, he was so entranced by what he saw before him that he didn't say anything for nearly a minute. Then he remembered himself and looked to the slyly smiling crow. He gulped and tried to match her visage with a confident smile, but ultimately failed.

"E-excuse," he stuttered. He sat up a bit and his next few words were said in a deeper tone. "I mean, excuse me, miss. How are you doing this fine e-evening?"

"Wonderful," Clara said, reaching out and poking the buck's nose with the tip of a wing. He recoiled back and stared at the offending appendage. "How about you, handsome?"

"H-handsome?" the buck said, bringing his attention back to the crow. "Oh, me. I-I'm fine, how are you?"

The crow sighed and turned around. She rested her rear on the opened window and looked over her shoulder. The buck's eyes were wide as he stared up at her through her tail feathers.

"Wonderful," Clara repeated. "Especially since you're here."

"O-oh?"

"Yes." The crow gave the buck a good view of her wiggling her feathered butt before she returned to her leaning over posture. "Why don't we cut to the fun part, handsome? What are you here for?"

"U-um..."

"We both know why you're actually here," she said, putting a wing on his shoulder and lightly massaging it. "So what'll it be?" She noticed he was still starting at her breasts. "Feeling them is free, you know."

"Er..."

Clara grabbed the buck's hands and placed them on her feathered breasts. She actually had to force him to squeeze her breasts before he got the message. When she let go, he actually began to feel her up.

"Mmm, that's good," she said, shivering from the pleasant sensations. "But I know you're not here just to feel some birdie boobies. What is it you want?"

The buck stopped his groping. "Uh..."

"Keep going. You know," Clara smirked. "I'm sure you've heard of a blowjob. Ever had a crowjob?"

The buck shook his head.

"Of course..." Clara continued. "We could go beyond that. Simple sex?" She looked down at the buck. "No, I bet you're a perverted little freak, aren't ya?"

"Um," The buck said, his eyes widening. "E-excuse me?"

"It's ok," Clara crowed. "What is it? Bondage? Submission? Domination?"

The buck nodded his head at this.

"Perfect." Clara pulled back, removing the buck's hands from her breasts. "I know a place. Let me in the car and I'll be your passenger all night."

The buck nodded eagerly, leaning to the left to unlock the passenger seat. Just as Clara was about to make her way to the car's other side, the light above them went out, leaving them in total darkness. Clara heard the buck gasp.

"Don't worry, kid," she said. "They'll be on in a sec--"

FLASH!

Clara's wings spread as the light came on above her. She looked up at the lamp and then to the automobile parked in front of her. A handsome drake in a suit and top hat with blue scales that contrasted her red ones stepped out of the automobile. He too looked up at the light before setting his gaze on her.

"Gustavo," Clara murmured. "The light--"

He held up a claw and walked up to her. He placed both his hands on her shoulders and leaned in for a passionate kiss that she readily returned. Once it was finished, he looked at her with the utmost love.

"My dearest Clara," he said. "The light is of no matter. No one will find us here and even if they did, I would kiss you in front of them as I just did now."

"Oh, Gustavo!" Clara whispered. "My mother would never let me out again if he knew!"

"And my father would have me sent away," Gustavo replied, looking up and down the dragoness's form. "But for a beauty such as you, it would be worth it."

Clara shivered at the words. As the light went off, a sudden thought occurred to her. Though she was in her best lace dress, she still turned away from the drake and pressed up against the brick building. She lifted her tail and thus lifted up the back part of her dress, revealing her pink panties that already looked a little wet. Though she was a proper lady, she loved the feeling of her breasts against the cold stone and she loved the idea of Gustavo loving her even more.

"Gustavo," she said, looking back. "Take me, take me now! Show me how you love me!"

"My lady!" Gustavo said. "Like this?"

"Yes, my love!" Clara said. Twisted her tail around, she pushed down her panties with her tail, exposing her slick sex to the drake. "What is a kiss, Gustavo? A moment? Let us make it more!"

Gustavo blinked. Then he threw off his jacket and approached the dragoness. She shivered as he brought a clawed hand up to her breast, and squealed as he nibbled at her neck. She watched with excitement as he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall around his feet. The dragoness roared with excitement as he pulled down his underwear with one hand and tweaked her nipple with the other. Even in the darkness she could make out that his thick manhood was erect and ready. Still Gustavo hesitated.

"Clara," he said, suddenly pulling away. "Is this not your first time? What if--"

"I do not care," she replied. "This may be the only chance we get. I know you were called up today. I fear the war may take you from me forever."

"Clara!" he exclaimed. "How did you know?"

"It matters not," she said. "Just please give me this chance. Even if I lose you, perchance I may raise your hatchlings."

"Oh, Clara..."

With that, Gustavo growled and was upon the dragoness. He wrapped his tail around hers as he placed his hands on her hips. She shuddered at the feeling of his member against her body, hoping that the next moment would be the one where it was inside of her. Her wish was granted when Gustavo penetrated her feminine folds. She cried out and only brought herself to silence when she remembered that others might hear them. With her against the wall the wealthy dragons rutted like common animals.

"Clara," Gustavo said, thrusting in and out, in and out. "I do love you."

"I love you, too," Clara replied. "But don't stop, don't stop, I think I'm going to c--"

The lamp suddenly turned back on.

FLASH!

Clara and her partner let out a simultaneous moan as they orgasmed, her partner pulling out a second later. The pleasure of being filled was quickly forgotten as Clara felt something fall of her piglike snout and clatter to the ground. She took an involuntary step back, pushing her partner back too, and then felt and heard something crack and shatter under her feet.

"No!" the female bat groaned. She bent down and blindly groped for them, all too aware of her own nakedness and vulnerability.

"What's wrong?" the male bat beside her asked. "Was that not good? I thought--"

"My glasses!" Clara exclaimed. "That was wonderful, but I've lost my glasses, Edgar. Oh, gosh darn it!"

She picked up the remnants of her glasses and put them on. The fractured vision the glasses granted her was incomplete, but it was better than nothing. She turned to Edgar and immediately jumped.

"Edgar!" she said, pointing down at his crotch. "Gee whiz, I thought you said you were going to wear protection!"

"Oh!" The bat looked down. "Oh no! Oh no! I thought I put it on, it must have fallen off--"

Clara spotted the condom in the corner. She stumbled forward and grabbed for it, taking hold of it after the fifth try. She threw it at the bat and then turned to picking up and putting her clothes on.

"Don't forget it next time!" she shouted, pulling up her panties. "I swear to whatever is out there, if you've got me pregnant again--!"

"Honey!" Edgar said, also beginning to get his clothes on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"Save it for later, birdbrain" Clara said. "We've got to get home. We're paying the babysitter by the hour and she ain't cheap"

"Ok, honey, but I'm--"

"Save it," Clara snarled. She slid her shirt over her chest, fluffing it out a bit. "Let's stop by the shop though. Maybe you can fix at least one mistake."

"How is that my fault?" he asked, walking towards the car. "Next you're going to blame me for the lights..."

Clara and her husband stepped into the car. They were mostly silent as they drove down the street, hardly passing a soul. After a few minutes, they came to a stop before a small shop that read "Edgar's Oddities." The street lamp outside the shop was off unlike the others near to it.

"You're right, honey," Clara said. "I can't blame you for the glasses, but why is your light the only one not working."

Edgar shrugged. "They said they would fix it at least by toni--"

FLASH!

Craig blinked away the sudden flood of light. The weasel grabbed at the door and opened it, stepping out in front of a crowded comedy club. Realizing something, he stuck his head back in the car and held out a tenner to the drive.

"Thanks for the ride, mate," he said. "No accidents this time."

The sullen bull managed a grin. The weasel winked back, removed himself from the car, and watched as it sped off. Then he turned back to the club, where a decent crowd of people was already staring at him.

"Is that you?" a vole said, stepping out of the crowd. "The comedian Craig?"

"Is it?" The weasel took out a hand mirror and stared into it. He slicked back his fur and smiled. "Hmm, looks like it."

He got an appreciative laugh from the crowd. He stepped forward and the crowd parted to make way for him.

"Oi," he said. "I don't bite."

There was another round of laughter.

"I'm not that funny," the weasel said, continuing forward. "But I suppose I'm funny enough."

More laughs.

"Hello, mate," the weasel said to the rhinoceros guard that stood in front of the club. "May I go in?"

The rhinoceros held up a massive hand and grunted: "ID, please."

Craig pointed to a poster that had his likeness on it and under the text "One night only!"

"That's me," he said. "Is that good enough?"

The rhinoceros nodded. Suddenly the bright lights of the club flickered and then totally shut off.

"Huh," Craig said. "It's going to be one of those nights. That's ok, I've performed in much worse circumstances before. Have I ever told you about the time when--"

The lights began to weakly flicker back to life.

"Never mind, mate," Craig said. "I'll have to enlighten you later. Until then--"

FLASH!

Clara laughed uproariously as the muscular lion bouncer glared at her. He shook his head and jabbed a finger at the hyena.

"Ma'am," he said, baring his great teeth. "Get to the back of the line. Don't think I didn't notice."

"Notice what?" the hyena giggled, the laughter causing her unrestrained breasts to jiggle. She hadn't bothered wearing a bra tonight, not to this club. She ran a hand through her spiky, punkish hair.

"You were in the back of the line before the lights went out," the lion said. "And now you're here."

"That's right," Clara agreed. "Now are you going to let me in or not?"

"Ma'am--"

The thin hyena suddenly drew up close to the lion, pressing up into his muscular chest. She rubbed his thick mane and then laid a hand under his chin. She pulled his jaw down and mimicked his voice.

"Ma'am," she said, giggling with each word. "Come on in."

"No," the lion growled, pushing away from the hyena. "You can't."

"Why not?" Clara cackled, grabbing the lion's arm and placed his huge hand upon her breast. "Don't like hyenas? Are we too rough for you?"

"No," the lion shook his head, his great mane flowing. He tried to pull his arm away, but the hyena held on tight and forced him to push into her soft flesh.

"Then what is it?" Clara snorted, forcing his arm lower and lower until it nearly brushed against her sex. The lion snarled and broke the hyena's grasp

"I don't like breaking the rules."

"Is that so?" Clara took a step forward and suddenly shoved a hand down the lion's pants. He stood up straighter as she gave his nethers a squeeze. "Why don't you let me in now and I'll let you in later."

The lion coughed and looked down at the smirking hyena. He nodded. Carla smiled and silently removed her hand. The bouncer stepped to the side, watching as the hyena sauntered in with a howling just. The establishment's bright lights stayed on all night as she made herself busy in there. It was only when the club closed down that the hyena left, sauntering out with the same swagger as before. The lion was there, waiting. Without a word, she repeated what she had done the last time she had seen him. He grunted and then picked her up. Before they could do anything else, the club's lights flickered. The pair looked up at the dimming lights. Within a moment they had returned to full strength. The hyena let out a guffaw.

"Haha!" she chortled. "I wouldn't have minded doing it in the shadows. It would have been about as dark as here as it was in there."

"Hmph," the lion snorted, walking away from the club. "Let's take it back to my place."

"Ooooh!" Clara squealed, wrapping her arms around the large lion and following after him. "I'll show you my place there too!"

With that, they left, the hyena cackling all the while under the illumination of steady lights.