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It was nearing dark as I stood in front of my car wearing my bride dress, as if staring at it could make it cool down any faster. A tiny puddle under the radiator reveal the problem.

I had lov this dress from the first moment I had seen it in the store window. It was pearly white, with a white lace overlay. It was short in the front, long in back. And had a short, high-neck, long-sleev white lace jacket. It came with a huge white lace picture hat. It was elegant, young, and exciting, but unfortunately it wasn’t the kind of thing made to wander through the desert.

The driver having cancell had been an inconvenience at first, sure I didn’t car to drive myself around, but certainly hadn’t wish to drive myself to my wedding, but with no one able to give me a lift that was the only solution. Robert, my soon to be husband, was probably already waiting me on the Church, he was coming straight from a reunion with some of his business partners.

There was nothing to do beside give it time to cool down, then I could fill it with water and with some luck It would be a small enough leak that I could get to the church in time. Probably it would be fine, it may have mostly empti as it sat on the garage the last few days unus, my mind too busy with the arrangements for the wedding to even think about checking it. It still meant I was stuck for a while on this isolat desert road.

I walk back to the car, my heels clacking against the dusty cover asphalt, and sit to open up my bag and dig for my cellular, I ne to let everyone know where I was and specially to make sure Robert knows I was safe and secure, he could get so worri sometimes . As I open my pack, I see a creature coming out of the dark, arid night and onto the small dirt road I was on. I stand and pull my seat forward, my trusty knife within reach, and watch the creature approaching, taking shape as it approach the small halo of light around my car.

At first I fought it was some big wild cat that had strayed away from one of the reserves around, but my eyes were quickly attracted to the big white wings on his back, the golden collar and bracelets it wore that mark him as an intelligent creature and not some simple animal. I felt more at ease somehow, the wings gave it an almost angelical figure, even if it was still an inhuman creature.

The big feline stops a comfortable distance behind me, and call out, "Do you need any help, woman?"

"I'm okay, thanks, just ne to let it cool some."

Ten years ago a pharmaceutical company, Ubisphere Industries, had created genetically alter animals using human DNA inside secret facilities and forced them to endure decades of horrendous testing on their tortured bodies. They’d done it to make money and worse, they’d been funded in part by the government.

My tax dollars, I grimly think and clench my teeth over how deeply that pissed me off. Ubisphere had pitched proposals to come up with miracle drugs that would help injured US soldiers heal faster, become physically stronger and enhance their reflexes. Those idiots in DC and dozens of private investors had eaten it up and signed the checks to pay for the research, never bothering to check how they would deliver on it.

The first facility had been raid by a group of animal right activists and the survivors had been rescued almost by accident, the public uproar that followed was unparalleled.

New intelligent species had been created with US tax dollars and born on American soil, which made them citizens.

Locations of three more hellish places were discovered after employees were interrogated. Teams of masked vigilantes hit them hard and fast, rescued more victims and all hell had broken loose. Hundreds of victims need to be housed. They were begrudgingly placed in secure locations by the government and the blame game began. After a series of violent manifestations the US gave them an old military base, which they turned into the makeshift capital of their own little country, a community isolated from humans and the outside world where they could adapt to the their new lives.

These genetically engineered creatures were recluses most of the time, but a few of them had taken to live amongst humans, some even had found love with human partners. There was still no law against it, but several powerful groups were lobbying for the creation of laws that would characterize the relationship between a human and one of those genetically engineered creatures as bestiality.

“That’s not a nice place to stand alone,” he grumbles as I peer into a pretty set of catlike eyes. “I could wait with you.”

"Thanks, yeah okay, wouldn't be a bad idea," I reply.

He approaches with a devious smile on his mouth, a tiny hint of predator in those eyes that run over my body. "Don't worry ma'am, I'm a good kitty."

I feel a cold shiver running through my spine, not many of them want to talk to humans, but this one in particular seems to want even more than that. They’d led cold, harsh lives, only leaving their cells for training or testing.

The new creatures they’d created weren’t docile as Ubisphere had projected in their grand scheme. Some of the growing Species rebelled and killed the humans who had spent years harming and torturing them. Instead of lab rats, the company had hundreds of angry, bitter, strong prisoners that combined human cunning with animal instinct.

Ubisphere had start trying to develop miracle serums, drugs that would make your average consumer stronger, faster, with a head full of hair and an erection that lasts hours, but they soon managed to find others, more shady uses for their experiments.

That’s when Ubisphere started selling the experiments they'd created. Dozens of investors had been secretly lured by the chance of having a perfect, submissive female slave.

They purposely made smaller females, engineering creatures that would be purposely meek and weak; they even used drugs to control their behavior. The board members of Ubisphere Industries and all the rich contributors to the secret projects were given females that had been tailored to their specifics tastes. It was bad enough they’d created people as test subjects, but to hand them over to sadistic perverts seem a hundred times worse.

Even today, with all the scandals and the new demand for legislations, dozens of females were still sold into sexual slavery each year. They'd been lock up, hidden away and grossly abused.

I pull out of my thoughts, back to the present and stare at the big sphinx that was looking over me on the fringes of the light, its dark shape blurring against the night, the white wings were the only part easily visible, the golden lines and jewels glistening softly in the night. I know Robert will be pissed later, he was incredibly sensible about these creatures, always saying how they were prone to violence or how they were constantly raping females in their effort to make the human race go extinct.

I’d never seen one so close before. They were always on television shows, talking in conferences and some even had been going to colleges. His fur is dark like a moonless night, lustrous and perfectly trimmed, his skin reveals thick, taught muscles, jade eyes that seem to pierce my soul, and he stood with a relaxed ease that made him more approachable. I take a deep breath, blew it out and walk towards him.

I smile and enjoy the view. He gets hotter with every step forward. His big wings were of a perfect white, his fur of a deep black like coal. Golden marking lines around his eyes seem to highlight their deep green color.

I step forward and said, "Thanks for keeping me company, my name is Katherine, by the way."

"Khaemweset," he says smiling, and then takes a step forward and lean on my car. "But humans usually call me Kha."

I nod, and steal a look down at his sheath; he certainly was bigger than any human, with his big, black balls dangling freely as he moves. It was certain that he had absolutely no shame of his nudity.

"Looks like a slow leak in my radiator, I didn't notice it before I left. I'm okay though, I've got water in the trunk."

"Good to hear, glad you can take care of it yourself, Ma'am. Still always better to have a little company out here, just in case."

Curiosity and excitement simmer in my blood, heat my face, and left me trembling before him.

He moves closer with his distinct feline grace, lift a brow, and flash all his glorious strength and grace as he takes step after step towards me.

“So, you are going to marry?”

Oh God, his voice had that husky little edge. Dark. Deep.

The kind of voice a woman long to hear in the darkness of the night. The voice that tempt me in dreams so damn sexual I flush just thinking about them.

He tilts his head to the side, staring at my dress for long moments.

“I’m supposed to be walking into the church in a few hours” I reply with some hesitation, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Your partner is a very lucky male, you have the hips of a breeding mare.”

I stare up at him in shock and surprise, trying to understand if that was an offense or a compliment.

A grin quirk his lips. I feel my heart pump hard in my chest, my knees almost failing to hold me at that little crook grin, almost shy, with just a hint of wickedness. It made me wet.

“Oh, thanks,” I stand carefully near him, trying to avoid staring him too intently, but he was too exciting, I wish to commit every centimeter of him to memory.

More than simple excitement, the sphinx was a walking, talking advertisement for sex. His powerful muscles, his primal beauty, the way his predatory eyes long over my body that sent chills over her spine as my mind conjures pervert images.

I had spent my entire life amidst specific types of people: Ladies and gentleman of respect and wealth. But, the creature standing across from me was not respectable, nor was he even human, he was an ancient sex god, and I was within a second of worshipping at his strong, male paws. I felt so weak.

He is an animal, I tell myself firmly, and I’m going to marry in a few hours.

And still I couldn’t help, but wonder.