Man's best friend
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				Title: <strong>Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crosswordaholic</strong> on <strong>12-04-2014, 23:03:10</strong>
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				Seattle, Washington<br>Year 2044<br>30 years since the 'Turning' <br><br><br>Its been 30 years since the 'Turning' the popularized name for the cataclysmic, unprecedented occurrence of 2014. All the human women on the planet, young and old changed for ever, premenently into humanoid beasts. Dogs, cats rabbits all of them into animals. Feral and devoid of their humanity. Leaving the male population reeling in the aftermath of this transformative event. Romance is all but dead after the 'Turning', women are feral creatures kept under lock and key used for pleasure and breeding by the now dominate male humans. Slowly civilization continues, people die and baby's are born. Curiously male babies continue to be born human and females born animals human hybrids.<br><br>This new generation of females is more docile, like a breed of kittens and puppies bred from lions and wolves. They are often more comely and human than their predecessors, baring shorter claws and more demure teeth. Directly following the 'Turning' a good deal of female population was put down by male military forces, deemed too wild and dangerous. As a result the females available for breedings was outnumbered by the closing of the conflict, 5 to 1. The percent of these feral females who produced offspring, bearing some levity of humanity is even fewer. About 20 men to every one of this new generation of docile, female animal off shoots. So they are more of a prized commodity, like designer pets and usually reserved for the well off. In some rare instances a sort of control over the percentage of human to animal in their appearance, appears in the new generation of females. Able to manipulate their physical appearance, in very small degrees. <br><br>Lux was born well after the 'Turning', she was never human and well acclimated to her body. Lux's mother had been married during before the 'Turning' and maintained some of her humanity though it. So her parents stayed together as normal as possible, they lived in a farm out in the country away from the chaos that followed the 'Turning'. Lux's mother's appearance was that of panther, stretched out and gaunt on two feet. With little human resemblance all all, except for her hands. Lux found that at a young age she could manipulate her body at will and change from her cat humanoid form to that a normal, slender black house cat. Lux was slender and shapely, 5 foot 6 and could have been a pre-'Turning' model with her supple proportions at the tender age of 19. Save for the fact she had a dainty snout, her ethereal face and body was covered in short velvet like, black fur. Her ears are two small peaks of black fur on her head, she has her fathers hair a messy head of long dark crimson wisps on the crown of her head and fading into the black fur of her face and neck.<br><br>When her parents died she went into the city despite their warning and found her father had been right, to stay away from men. She'd always held a healthy fear of men, so she seldom went out on the town in her true form. Free, generation XX as they were called, were rare and often prostitutes. So she explored the city on four feet instead of two, save for the occasional freak out over a black cat crossing their path, Lux was barely noticed. She had herself registered and she wore a simple gold collar, from the small gold hoop hung a simple red, star shaped, gem stone with the name Lux and her registration number on the back. No address, as they would find her apartment empty save for a bed and a few Alphonse Mucha posters. <br><br>It was raining today in the city, no shock there really. Lux had slipped down the fire escape of her building and was padding her way, weaving through peoples legs, down the street. She was gonna go for a walk in the park, maybe hang out outside her favorite sushi place till they threw out some tuna after the lunch rush. She stopped at the light a few blocks away, looking both ways of coarse, she began across the street. The blinding white light caught her off guard and she stopped, turning just into time to move out of the direct line of a speeding car. Her small, 8 pound body hit the left fender and she bounced off the car like a rag doll. She hit the concrete twice, almost skipping across to the next lane. There was a piercing pain in her right paw when she landed with a splash in a puddle, draining into a gutter. She mewed softly and tried to lift her body, a pain shot up her right paw. It not broken but battered and she fell back into the concrete.&nbsp; She wondered as she lay there, what would get her first. Would she be hit by another car? Would the torrential rain water wash her body into the gutter on the other side of the street. 'It would be a better death than being hit by a car' she mused weakly to herself, laying on her side in the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 06:03:15</strong>
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				Andy was one man in a city of hundreds of thousands. In years past, such a population center would have been evenly split between men and women but not any more. Out of the over five hundred thousand residents, less than thirty thousand, were female, roughly one on twenty. Most of those women, changed into animal/human hybrids, were kept in breeding centers or in the private care of the wealthy. For the same price as a new car, a man can buy the right to impregnate one of the nearly feral women or if you get really lucky (or pay extra) one of the more docile and gentle members of generation XX.<br><br>Being only twenty-four and working on the docks, he made enjoy to afford his apartment, feed himself and have enough extra for beer but it would be years before he had save up enough to visit a center. Still, the human population, which had fallen after the Turning, was steadying out, so his own contribution to the genetic pool, wasn’t overly needed. Wouldn’t be needed at all, according to some of the more influential members of upper society.<br><br>This morning, found Andy walking home after an overnight shift, operating a crane, loading cargo ships to the morning departure. The rain had slicked his dark brown hair, plastering the otherwise unruly curls against his head. The broad shoulders of his six foot frame, were hunched against the falling drops of water, his tee shirt clinging to his athletic body, as he hurried down the street, eager to get home and sleep.<br><br>Just as he reach an intersection, less than a block from home, he looked up to check the traffic. When he did, he saw it. A small black cat attempted to cross, just as a driver raced the yellow light. The small creature tried to jump away but bounced of the fender, it’s small formed being tossed across the road, to land crumpled in the gutter, where it lay, trying to rise, whatever cried it made being drowned in the rush of traffic, from the other side of the street and elsewhere in the city. Pity filled his heart, watching the cat lay there, defeated and waiting to die.<br><br>The instant traffic on his side of the street stopped, Andy ran forward, dodging around a turning box truck and scooped the cat up with one hand, before running on, as horns blared at him. Breathing hard, as he came to a stop on the other side of the street, he looked down at the dripping feline, which he had moved to cradle with his right arm. <br><br>“Poor little thing” he said aloud, reaching down to look at the expensive looking collar and it’s gemmed tag. The pet’s name was clear enough, Lex but there was no address or phone number, so that he could contact the owner. He shrugged, some people were just irresponsible or giving them the benefit of the doubt, never thought that Lex would get outside, to roam the roads. There was a registration number and he might be able to look up who owned the cat, but he doubted that someone who didn’t put contact information on the collar, would have filled out that kind of information for a registration, at least not where a member of the public could get to it.<br><br>“Well” Andy mused, as he started walking, wanting to get both of them out of the rain, “I’ll put up some flyers later, once I get you dry and I take your picture.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crosswordaholic</strong> on <strong>14-04-2014, 06:17:18</strong>
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				Lux felt the rumbling vibration of the concrete under her, the tell tale sign of oncoming traffic. She curled her slender black body, turning her crimson crowned head down and covering her pointed ear with her tiny furry paws. Bracing for impact. But non came, she let out a startled meow when a hand wrapped around her slender waist and plucked her up, high in the air. She was possibly even more terrified, pressed to the damp cotton with the rapid throbbing beat. Whoever it was was running, she could see through the arch of his arm the cars rushing past in the distance and hear the horns of their discontent. For a moment she felt like she would be sick, bouncing up and down the the hard forearm of her rescuer. Finally he slows and she sighs, letting her head lull back against the crook of his arm.<br><br>Her wide golden eyes peer up at him, her body aches and lays limps across his arms, turned in towards his warm chest. He was young, she'd never really gotten this close to a grown man who wasn't her father. Her relief at her deliverance from being road kill is short lived. He read her tag, ad least the information he knew about her was limited.&nbsp; Lux begins to struggle, her motions stiff and weak, she presses one small paw to his chest pushing against him. They were walking again, warily she looks down in the space between his arm and hard chest. Its a long way down. She swallows hard and looks around as they walk, he wanted to put up flyers? Lux didn't have an owner of coarse and she had no friends or family in the city. She'd just have to wait out her injuries then sneak away on him, some how limp home to recover. She didn't need that kind of attention, if he were to find out that she was not some stray house cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 04:53:45</strong>
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				Andy chuckled softly, as the bedraggled cat struggled slightly in his arms. No doubt the poor little thing was frightened from it’s ordeal in the road. As he walked down the josling sidewalk, he slowly and gently began to stroke the black cat’s head, down her neck and across her back, to her tail. Each step came with those easy words, the babytalk people use to calm and sooth their pets or small children, until they reached his building. Ducking inside, he quickly crossed the lobby and headed up the stairs.<br><br>His apartment was on the sixth floor and was just like every other apartment in the building. A small hallway lead straight into the living area, with a kitchen on the right and the bathroom and bedroom on the left. It was rather simple, a few movie posters on the walls, just a couch and tv in the living room and a basic table and chair in the kitchen. Dull sunlight, which had struggled through the rain clouds, filled the lighting room, through a single window. <br><br>Walking into the bathroom, Andy grabbed on of his towels and began to rub down the dripping cat in his arms. He was gentle and very careful with her legs, making sure that they weren’t broken. He couldn’t feel any breaks but the cat was not not enjoying his inspection of her limbs. When the cat was only mildly damp and plainly not wanting any more drying, he picked out another, dry towel and wrapped it around the little feline, before placing it into an empty box he had kicking around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crosswordaholic</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 05:25:02</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;He actually laughed at her while she struggled to break free from his arms, so she struggles harder. Lux tenses when his hand brushes he her sensitive pointed ears, she'd been expecting smack to still her squirming. A soft 'mew', escapes her lips as his hands stroke over her slender arched back and her tail curls with pleasure. No one ever pet her, despite her collar people were wary of a lone black cat and she was wary of men in turn. Her small head rolls against his forearm, rubbing her velvety cheek against his arm. A vibrating purr culminates in the base of her throat, 'what was even saying? It didn't matter', she mused to herself.<br><br>The cease of the rain above her slowly dawned on her and she peered up, opening her wide amber eyes. Her golden gaze drifted down, taking in the levels of stairs he was climbing. How badly she wished she weren't so small, that she could walk up them herself instead of worrying he may drop her. His apartment is possibly actually more bare than hers is, he seems to live alone with no family, no room mate. Ad least that meant she didn't have fool another person with her stray cat act. For a moment Lux is confused, why were they leaving the living room in favor of the bathroom? She tilted her small pink nose upwards, and stared at him with questioning 'Mew?'<br><br>Her eyes widen as the fluffy towel comes near her, she starts to fight and claw at the air. Hissing and meowing franticly as she's covered in the plush cotton and scrubbed. She's no dumb animal, but all the same its alarming. Like being almost smothered. Lux's fur is fluffy and dry by the time he relinquishes the towel, replacing it with a new one tightly swaddled around her. She fights the tight confines of the plush clothe, only redoubling her efforts when he lowers her into the box. Ad least thanks to his diligent drying she knew her legs weren't broken. She squirms, rocking the card board box back and forth until it tips over. Her small fuzzy black body comes tumbling out, landing on her hind legs on the ground. The towel left in a crumpled, bundle in the card board box. How long could she keep this up, it took a toll on her, maintaining the body of a cat instead of a particularly feline woman. She limps a little on her leg, hopping a little to move around. Searching for a way out besides the door.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 04:15:25</strong>
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				Andy was laughing within minutes of setting down the box in the kitchen. Almost at once, the tiny black cat was wiggling and squirming, seeking to free itself from the warm, if tight embrace of the towel and was rocking the box. He barely had time to get a bottle of beer from his fridge, before the box was over on it's side and his tiny guest was out and exploring. Several limps and a few hops later and the cat was out into the hallway. Shaking his head a little, letting the kitten go about her business, as he poured himself a bowl of cereal and ate a quick meal. Washing out the bottle and putting his dishes in the sink. Stripping as he walked, he headed into the bedroom, leaving the door open and dropped onto his bed, naked and tired from his nightshift down on the docks. <br><br>As for Lex, her search for a way out besides the front door, would prove fruitless. As he lived in an apartment in the middle of the building, only one room had windows and those were seized up. He had complained over the past year about it but so far, the building management hadn't done anything about it. He kept a lamp nearby, so just encase there was a fire or another reason he might need to use the fire escape, that he could use to smash the window. Now there vents, that could be used by a cat, to leave the apartment but they were grated and Lex would need a screwdriver at the vest least, to get one off a vent. Of course, she wouldn't know if there were any open vents she could use on the other side, they all might be sealed, to keep out animals and she might end up trapped. <br><br>Of couse, if she wanted to try to make a dash out the door and hope to disappear in the streets, well, she would run into problems there. Andy once had his door kicked in by a drunk (who thought it was his apartment and grew angry when the key didn't work), so he had privately reinforced the locks on the door, including a combination lock. While the rest might be easy for her to get undone, it would be the combination lock, which would spell defeat for any attempt to force the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crosswordaholic</strong> on <strong>21-04-2014, 04:55:05</strong>
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				Lux found her way around the apartment, the motion helped her sore leg a great deal and she found herself almost walking normally up to the door. The last stop on her rounds around the apartment, it was small but surprisingly well sealed off from the world. She could think of ad least six separate ways she had for sneaking out of just her bedroom alone. She cast a wary glance back at him, attracted by the rustle of his clothing coming off his body and hitting the ground. Her small furry head tilted on her slender body, he was going to bed already? Strange but fortuitous for her. He disappeared into what she assumed was his bedroom, that ad least was good. She turned her sights on the door. Reaching up on her hind legs she pressed her her paws to the door, visibly she winced at the sensation her strained leg. She was good couple of feet away from even the lowest bolt.<br><br>She could see the bolts from her place on the ground and they looked simple enough, but noisy. She dashed to the bedroom and peered in on him, he was naked on top of the covers. Lux almost laughed, men were certainly peculiar and her dad had mentioned that most single men tended to be slovenly. Whoever this guy was, perhaps the uni- bomber judging by the locks on his door, he ad least kept a neat house. So he was welcome to his strange sleeping habits, he wasn't moving so she crept back out into the entrance hallway where the front door was. She willed herself her human form, uttering an aguish sigh at the sensations of her body reshaping herself. After a moment she stood up, still nursing a throb in her arm. She pressed her arm to the amble swell of her breasts, on her black fur covered torso. Her other hand came up&nbsp; to brush back the unruly mane of her crimson hair, between her black pointed ears.<br><br>Lux started on the easy locks, her still slender but tall human form luckily came with human hands. Perfect for maneuvering the locks, silently. Though they were tipped with sharp nails and covered in velvety black fur. Her long, tail curved behind almost in a question mark as her fingers traced over the combination lock. That was an unforeseen dilemma, her amber hued eyes widen in her remarkable delicate human like face. Maybe he had something laying around that had the combination on it? She tried to think back to the contents of his apartment, looking for something that meant something to him that he would use as a combo for his lock. Lux drew a blank and briefly remembered glancing in his bedroom, there had been some papers on his bedside table. Perhaps she could find his birthday or something on an old bill. An exasperated groan slowly bleeds into a soft, spiteful 'mew as she conforms herself back down into a small black cat. With a long languid stretch, she presses her fore paws into the floor and arches her back with another pained, mew. Turning she padded back through the hall and into his living room, maneuvering past his couch and over to the open door of his bed room. <br><br>He was clearly naked, so she didn't waver in her silent and some what awkward crawl towards the bed. She walked up to the bedside table and peered warily up at the outline of his body. Stretching up she pressed her small paws to the middle drawer, finding herself once again lacking the hight to reach the papers on top of the table. A flustered human like sigh, escapes her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 02:27:31</strong>
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				Andy wasn't a light sleeper but he wasn't a deep sleeper ether. He had a happy middle ground, where he could sleep through the random noises of the day or night, depending on which shift he was thrown on but he could still wake up, if something comes crashing into his apartment. So Lux's exploration didn't disturb the crane operator in the slightest, leaving him to drift off. However her mewlings, as she changed shape to human and back to cat, did reach his brain, drawing him from the embrace of sleep, just enough, so that when she arrived in his bedroom and attempted to reach to top of his bedside table, he opened one blue eye. His eye was unfocused, the lid only halfway open and his wasn't truly awake but there was enough thought, going on in his head, that he recognized the small black cat. His other eye slitted open, as his brain tried to process seeing the cat but being awakened by a human sigh. <br><br>Without a word, one arm reached out and he scooped up the tiny cat with a big hand. Grunting softly, he pulled Lux in tight against his bare chest. His eyes closed slowly, as he stroked the feline's head and ears, while he drifted back off to sleep again. His mind has finally let go of the strange sigh and the appearance of the cat, settling with he had merely misheard the sound and his newly acquired cat, was looking for some affection. It made enough sense, to his sleep craving mind. <br><br>"Its alright" he muttered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Man's best friend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crosswordaholic</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 03:44:14</strong>
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				His hand gathering underneath her, makes her jump and her back convulse unconsciously, out of fright. She hadn't noticed him peer through his drooping eye lids at her, trying to inch her way up the bedside table. Her words of protest catch in her throat and instead she manages a bitter, spiteful 'mew'. His finger nearly circle her waist, her form a fair boned almost kitten like cat. Lux wiggled against him, despite the comforting stroke of his fingers across the crimson locks of hair between her pointed, black ears. Her nails flex against his bare chest and her back legs blindly kick at the hard surface of his body, trying to get away. But her claws, like most of her generation, lack the ferocity to inflict damage. Not that she wished to hurt him. Slowly she stills against the bar of his arm, thoroughly squeezed cuddled into submission. The day weighs heavy on her and she has yet to eat, her energy is spent and gone. She decides to close her eyes. Only for a moment, just to rest her eyes and then she'll slip away.<br><br>A moment turns into a few hours, she was more tired than she had expected. The force of the car hitting her and the bouncing off the pavement that followed. Left her in desperate need of rest. It hadn't occurred to her that she wouldn't be able to maintain her form in her weakened state, that she would revert some time during the night. Back to her human like form without even realizing it. The discomfort of her change masked in heavy slumber, blending in with her general feeling of ache from the accident with the car. Lux's soft, black fur covered cheek rests against his chest. The dull thump of his beating heart, a soothing lullaby in her deep dreamless slumber. Her human like face is peaceful, the full crescents of her lashes pressed to her high cheeks and her full lips, parted in soft even breaths brushing against his skin. Her body rests against his side, his arm under shoulders and limply resting on her petite waist. The swell of her breasts press to his ribs, the taught plane of her stomach flush against his side down to his hip. One slender, shapely leg coated in velvety black fur is draped across his leg closest to her. <br><br>She shifts against him, nuzzling closer for warmth. The points of her ears and the long wisps of crimson hair, brush against the line of his curved jaw. Her human like hand, brushes across the firm surface of his chest to rest on the shoulder opposite her as she draws closer. Settling in one again, her head tucked beneath his strong chin her sleep continues unhindered by her change.
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