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She drifted away from the black aura of the rat, wanting to be as far away as possible. But then an aura of confusion caught her attention and she felt drawn to it. Her spirit passed through walls, doors, and the ceiling as she made her way to the source of the emotions. She felt them shifting randomly as she approached, swinging from rage to sorrow to elation and back again, flashes of memories bursting forth with each emotion. The aura she found was a purplish blue, with flashes of red and green inside it.\n\nEasing herself forwards, Jennifer spread her arms to embrace the aura and felt it welcome her in. She gasped to herself as she found that the body was alive and well despite what should be a fatal wound in the head. She did what she could to calm and comfort the aching soul of the rat she was now sharing a body with. She acted as a calming factor as the rat's mind put itself back together slowly, the spirit of the vixen helping to put the memories into their proper place again.\n\nJennifer stayed in the background, helping quietly and doing her best not to disturb the rat as he was restored back to health of mind. If she had cheeks and a heartbeat, she would have blushed hard at some of his memories, and others made her happy she didn't have a tongue to share in the taste. The rat was definably a good soul and he needed her help here, that was why she was drawn to him.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMr Branson looked over his daughter, she had screamed so hard before, and now she refused to leave his lap. Her young head rested on his chest as he stroked over her shoulders tenderly, doing his best to comfort her. She hadn't said a word since the screaming fit, and her eyes were distant. His fathering instinct was the only thing preventing him from finding out what happened.\n\n\"...rat...\" The soft, barely audible voice of his daughter barely reached his ears.\n\nThat was all he needed to hear. Anger now rose inside him as he held his daughter tighter.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nWith the vixen out of the picture, Gregory now went back to his usual torturing of the living batteries he used to power his ability. He spent some time giving the lizard a good mind-fuck, and then bounced back over to the cheetah, this time having a teacher rape her in the bathroom at school.\n\nHe bounced over to the wolves and revelled in their perfect life they had accepted. He could still remember when he got them, they had both taken a shotgun to the head and their brains were so scrambled that they were putty in his hands. He made them forget they were brother and sister and instead made them lovers.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMelina recovered from the bathroom encounter with the rat-demon faster than the other rapes, it was becoming repetitive. The rat would immobilize her so she couldn't resist, fuck her for several minutes, cum inside her, and then leave, all the while whispering in her ear about what kind of slut she was and how she should give in and accept it. The sad thing was, the sex was never even that good, it always felt distant and detached. She wiped herself off and continued about the rest of her day. \n\nWhen she got home she jumped into the shower and scrubbed herself off. She had been doing this on a daily basis now, her fur showing split ends from all the washing. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her towel before stepping out into the hall. Once inside her room, she sat on her bed and brushed her fur, and making it look nice while it dried. She was just pulling on her shirt when she heard a soft knock on the door.\n\n\"Is everything ok, hun?\" Her father called through the door.\n\nMelina sighed a little and pulled the shirt on fully before opening the door and looking at her father. She saw no traces of the rat tonight, just the concerned look on his face. \"I'm ok dad.\"\n\n\"Are you sure hun?\" Her father stayed in the hall, doing his best to respect the space of his daughter, \"You've been coming home and scrubbing yourself every day... is someone at school hurting you?\"\n\n\"N... no dad.\" The cheetah said as she felt several emotions all building at once. She wanted to spill her guts about the rat and how it's been using him and everyone else to torture her, but the words wouldn't come.\n\n\"If someone is hurting you, you need to tell me so I can help you” Her father was genuinely concerned, the look in his eyes that of a caring father, no trace of the demonic rat anywhere.\n\nMelina felt her anger surge and she lunged forwards, her hand swiping out and slapping her father against the cheek. She stepped back and slammed the door on her father's face before she collapsed against the door crying. She cried for several long minutes before she crawled over to her bed and passed out.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nJennifer slipped away from the rat who was doing much better now, his mind put back together enough for him to think coherently again. She drifted back to the circle and this time tried to embrace the green aura, but the aura resisted and she couldn't get near.\n\n'They are killing us!' The vixen projected, doing her best to make the little lizard hear her. She looked around the white space and nearly screamed as she watched the central black aura stretching towards her, or rather towards the green aura.\n\n'You can't let him win!' She projected again before moving away from the tendrils that engulphed the green aura. She floated there for a few moments before turning her attention to the other aura that was of interest.\n\nThe yellow aura of the cheetah was radiating a mix of emotions, everything from rage to depression. When the vixen got close and tried to embrace the yellow aura, it allowed it.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMelina had cried herself to sleep, and now in her dream a glowing vixen had embraced her. She leaned in closer and savoured the relaxation and calmness that the vixen filled her with, a shiver running through her emotions melted away. \n\n\"Shhhhh, its ok. Everything will work out.\" The vixen comforted the cheetah as the emotions were lifted away, \"Just fight the rat a little longer, don't give in to him.\"\n\n\"The rat...\" The cheetah pushed herself away from the vixen as horror swelled up within her, \"You know who he is?\" and then panicking, \"He sent you, didn't he?\"\n\nA surprised meep came from the vixen who stepped back from the cheetah, giving her some space, \"No. He killed me.\"\n\nMelina screamed as she woke up from her dream within the simulation, her arms flailing as she fought off an invisible attacker. She panted to herself loudly and looked at the clock. Three in the morning. Despite the screaming wake up, she felt more at peace than she had been in a long time.\n\nShe shivered a little and stretched. The house was silent, the street was silent, but the silence made her uneasy, it was too quiet. She rose up from her bed and slipped on a long t-shirt that covered her body nicely. She quietly made her way from her room to the bathroom and closed the door before sitting down on the toilet.\n\nShe missed Marcus, He was the best thing that ever happened to her and everything had gone so far down hill. She closed her eyes and shed a few tears as she relieved herself.\n\nOnce she had finished in the bathroom, she started back to her room and then paused at the door, looking down the hall to her fathers room; the door was open a crack. On impulse she went to the door and opened it a little, looking in at her father.\n\nHe was on his side with his arms wrapped around a pillow, holding it tightly as if it was a lover. The blankets had been kicked off his form partially and she saw her father's body and where he had started to let himself go around the belly.\n\nMelina felt incredibly bad now, here she was trying to deal with the demon rat, and her father was suffering as well. The rat had taken her mother from them both. Maybe it was lack of sleep or a build-up of emotions, but she approached her father's bed and stretched out beside him, leaning over and giving him a hug.\n\nHer father groaned and looked at her groggily before pulling her in closer, planting a kiss on her neck as they cuddled in for the night. The covers were pulled up again and they slept in each other's arms all night.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nPaul jumped as the phone beside him rang. It never rang unless something bad happened. With a deep breath, the wolf answered, \"Project Zion, Paul speaking.\"\n\nThe wolf winced and had to pull the phone away from his ear a little as the hyena on the other end screamed at him. The only words he had time for were \"But sir... but...\"\n\nThe hyena boss grilled him for information about what happened, and Paul gave every detail he could, including how the girl was already hooked up when he got back from his days off. This was the first time that Paul found out just how far the vixen's death spasm reached though and it made him even angrier with the rat.\n\n\"I don't know how I'm going to deal with this sir, I have no control over him, I just monitor everything down here...\" Paul explained over the phone to his boss, \"He does that to every one of the cubs, but nobody has ever died like that before.\"\n\n\"Yes sir, her chart listed her as a low level psychic.\" The wolf grinned as he saw where this was going, \"I suggest that to prevent something like this from happening again, we stop feeding him anyone with psychic potential.\"\n\nPaul grinned wide as he listened to the boss mull over the idea and then agree to it. They talked a little more and then finally they both hung up the phone. Paul was ecstatic; he had just struck a blow against the evil rat, denying him his favourite treat forever more. 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It surprised her to see that he came to her in this mental state not as the little lizard, but a large silver dragon with piercing red eyes. She stood her ground in front of the dragon and put her hands on her hips, \"Took you long enough!\"\n\n...ho are you...\n\nThe voice echoed through the nothingness, but the power behind it made the vixen shudder. It took all her courage to move towards the dragon that loomed in front of her. \n\n...ou're dead though! \n\nThe vixen winced a little and nodded in response, “My body is dead, yes. But my spirit is trapped here with you.\"\n\n...rapped?\n\n\"Yes, trapped.\" Jennifer tried not to let the anger at the situation show in her voice, \"The rat feeds on our energy... you are the first to have the power to stop him.\"\n\n...ow?\n\n\"You must find the cheetah girl and save her.\" The vixen felt the tendrils of black energy moving towards them and started to back away, \"Hurry, her soul is next.\"\n\nJennifer squeezed out of the scaley as the tendrils tried to snake around her. She barely escaped from them and found herself once more in the white space. She watched as the tendrils swarmed over the green reptilian aura and blocked it out.\n\nWith her message sent, she had little else to do, but she could not move on from this limbo yet. She felt compelled to make sure that the rat was dealt with permanently. So she decided to look around the building more.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nShe passed through walls and doors with ease, looking at each aura she encountered. Some were bright, some were dark, but most were in the middle. She surveyed the various jobs performed by people, some were researchers, others just technicians and assistants. The people on the lower levels of the building had even more mundane jobs like office work. \n\nAfter finding the bottom basement of the building and examining the morgue, the vixen found her own body. It was rather disturbing to see your own body laying dead on a table, head cut open and brain sitting on a platter. Yet the vixen also found it rather interesting.\n\nThe doctor was examining her and talking to a tape recorder as he performed the autopsy. She didn't understand most of the words he used, but she did figure out what he was trying to say. Her brain had exploded inside her head, blood vessels everywhere had ruptured.\n\nOnce her morbid fascination had been sated, she moved on from that floor, returning to the floor she started on and exploring upwards.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nThe upper floors of the building had small rooms set up for holding those who were more difficult to deal with. There were also large training rooms, and for several long minutes the vixen watched a group train.\n\nThe group was three individuals, each decked out in combat armour and with rifles, fighting against a single target, a middle-aged jaguar. The combatants took turns firing at the jaguar as he dodged and evaded the bullets, seeming to move with unerring grace. Only once did the vixen see a bullet impact his body, and it merely bounced off his flesh!\n\nThe vixen bored of the show quickly and moved on, finding others who were also focusing their abilities. The place seemed to be training a small army.\n\nThe second to top floor housed several large guard shacks and a large central area where a female poodle sat at a computer doing nothing. The aura put off by the poodle was almost as black as that of the rat down below, but what surprised the vixen the most was the wall she hit when trying to approach the poodle to get a better look.\n\n\"Back off, ghosty. This area is off limits.\" The poodle said without even lifting her head from her nails she was filing. \"Wander yourself somewhere else before I get angry.\"\n\nStumped at what to do, Jennifer retreated back to the floor with the rat looking to check in on the cheetah and lizard.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMelina woke up in her father's arms, the two of them snuggled tight together. She was still wearing her long night shirt, and her father was wearing his boxers. She shifted positions and gave a soft yawn, and then gave a mewl as her father moved beside her, his hand moving up and groping one of her breasts. She didn't stop it, but at the same time it had a tenderness that she hadn't felt since camp with Marcus.\n\n\"Nnngh... I've missed you, my sweet little kitten” The tone of voice clearly portrayed that her father wasn't fully awake, and was likely mistaking her for her mother.\n\nMelina shivered a little as she was caressed, her hips arching back against her father as she gave a cute little moan. She was fully awake and aware of what was going on, but she couldn't stop herself. She felt her loins tingling in need as the caressing hand slipped down to her belly, caressing it softly.\n\nThe tenderness didn't last though as suddenly the hand withdrew and her father rolled away, \"Shit! I'm sorry Mel. I didn't mean to...\"\n\nMelina looked over at her father and smiled, \"Shhh, dad, it's alright. You miss mom. I know how hard it is to think when you wake up.\"\n\nLike a proper father, the male cheetah covered himself up and looked away from his daughter, \"Please leave, I... I don't want to hurt you.\"\n\nRational mind fought against instinct, her body screaming to jump on top and ride him like her mother used to, her brain telling her to walk back to her room and get changed. She sat there for several long moments before her brain won out and she stood up and started for the door, pausing at it to say, \"Its my fault, dad. I'm the one who came to you... I needed someone to cuddle.\"\n\nMelina stepped out of the room and let out a sigh of frustration and relief. She walked down the hall to her room and stretched out on the bed, still in her night shirt. She hated herself for the thoughts of her father that were running through her head. She snarled and cursed into her pillow as she vented her emotions, soaking the fabric with her tears.\n\nEventually the cheetah cried herself out and just laid there on the bed, her night shirt rumpled around her waist and showing off her rear. She smelled breakfast cooking downstairs and sighed a little. She didn't feel like eating yet, so she went and had a shower, washing herself off so she was fresh for the morning. She got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.\n\nHer father was there at the table waiting for her, his bacon and eggs untouched. The concerned look on his face as he looked to her as she approached told her that the meal might not get finished by either of them. \"Good morning, Mel.\"\n\n\"Morning, dad.\" Melina said as she sat down in front of her meal, finding it hard to smile or look at her father.\n\nThey sat in an awkward silence for a few long moments before her father cleared his throat, \"Hun, we need to talk about last night.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, dad.\" Melina stirred the scrambled eggs on her plate around a little as she spoke, \"I know it was wrong of me to crawl into bed with you...\"\n\n\"You are not at fault, sweetheart. I was the one who let you join me.\" The adult cheetah looked over at his daughter, “It's been so long since I had someone in my arms that I couldn't stop myself.\"\n\n\"I... Y...\" Melina stumbled over her words as she tried to decide what to say next, \"There's something I need to tell you dad... You asked me if anyone was hurting me...\"\n\nThe cheetah looked into his daughters eyes with genuine concern, \"Who?\"\n\n\"I think I'm going crazy...\" Melina shivered as she opened up, \"I keep imagining that I'm getting raped, over and over again... sometimes its you, sometimes its other people around me... and I can't stop it or even scream out...\"\n\nHer fathers expression turned dark as he listened to the girl open up, not interrupting her as she vented.\n\n\"...And no matter who the person raping me is, it never looks like its them in control... their faces go blank and it's not their voice that comes out of their mouth...\" The cheetah girl paused for a breath and continued, tears making her vision blurry, \"...And when they move fast, I see an afterimage of a rat with glowing red eyes...\"\n\nThe adult cheetah sat there in silence as he took in what his daughter was saying, trying to make sense of her rambling. \"Do they ejaculate in you?\"\n\nMelina nodded and shivered, \"I feel them cumming in me, and I feel and see it on my legs, but nobody else can see or smell it... or if they do they don't say anything.\"\n\nThe father nodded a little before reaching his hand out towards his daughter to rub her cheek, going slow in case she pulled away. \"Have you taken pregnancy tests?\"\n\n\"N..no dad... I haven't...\" Melina leaned into the rubbing of her cheek, tears rolling down her cheek to meet the hand rubbing her.\n\n\"Then we need to have you take one sweetheart.\" Her father was right, with how often she had been raped, even without her being in heat there was a good chance.\n\n\"I will, daddy.\" Her voice was small and kittenish as she agreed to the test, shivering a little as she regained her composure and leaning in to take a bite of her eggs. She took her time with her mouthful, trying to get the right wording in her mind for her next question, but couldn't seem to bring herself to ask it.\n\nThey both ate in an uneasy silence, finishing their plates together. Her father took both plates and put them in the sink to rinse before giving his daughter a tender hug. \"We will get through this, sweetheart.\"\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMarcus looked around the room and yawned, he had been alone in the dark for what seemed like forever, and he was sure he was starting to go crazy. He kept feeling the presence of a vixen in him, telling him that everything was alright. She had helped him with his scrambled brains and she did a damn good job putting him back together.\n\nBut what was needed now was something more, he knew that if he stayed here they would scramble him over and over until he became their slave, or his mind was so scrambled he couldn't recover.\n\nWhat was even worse was how his body was faring... he had slimmed down a lot, but he wasn't weak, nor did he move like a zombie any more. He hadn't needed to use the bathroom in what seemed like ages, and he hadn't eaten in even longer. His heart still beat, but he could feel that his body was recycling everything as much as possible.\n\nFor the last while he was feeling compelled to take larger breaths, but it seemed to him that he wasn't exhaling as much as he was inhaling. He tested this and took a huge breath and held it, counting off the seconds in his mind as he felt the breath dissipate inside him. Soon enough he was feeling that compulsion to inhale again. He held it for as long as he could and then let out a gasp as he inhaled again. He was absorbing the air he breathed in!\n\nHe grinned to himself as this dawned on him... He was immortal! He couldn't die... though his brains could still get scrambled... And he could sustain himself on anything he wanted to, even just the air!\n\nHis thoughts turned to Melina and his expression grew grim. His sweet predator was on the bus with him, but he hadn't seen her since they were put to sleep. He longed to be with her, ached for her touch and the sweet smell of her body. He slipped his hand down to his crotch and teased himself to memories of being with her.\n\nThat was then the vixen returned to his mind.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nEasing herself into the receptive body of the rat in the cell, Jennifer was greeted with a very graphic memory of sex between the cheetah girl and the rat. Her own memories of the camp flooded back and she finally recognized them both.\n\nShe convinced Marcus to enter a meditative state and talk with her.\n\n\"Do you remember the summer camp we were at?\"\n\n...ummer camp? ...elina?\n\nThe echoy voice of the rat filled the black space and made Jennifer shiver as more memories flooded back through them both. \"Melina is still alive, but she is in trouble.\"\n\nThe rat brimmed with elation and rage at the same time. ...ust save her...\n\nJennifer meeped as the rat pushed her out again, reclaiming his body for his own. She floated there in the white space and watched as the rat seethed with anger. She felt the urge to go and tell the cheetah that her boyfriend was alive and well and missed her deeply.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nThe pregnancy test came back negative and both Melina and her father were relieved. Time passed for them both and Melina became more and more nervous about things because she hadn't been assaulted by the rat. She was starting to get over the ordeal and feel that she was in control again. She did catch herself having thoughts about her father sexually though, and she cursed herself out over it.\n\nMelina shivered a little as she felt a familiar energy embrace her. She heard whispers in her ear about what to do, and so she put her head down on the desk and closed her eyes.\n\n\nAnd opened them up to see the vixen that had come to her in her dream about the rat. \"You again... what now?\"\n\n...on't have long... ...e rat will come to cast me out...\n\n\"The rat is coming?\" Melina shook as she stood there before the spirit vixen, \"Why are you bringing him here?\"\n\n...eed to tell you... ...ou are in a machine hooked to the rat... ...t's not real\n\n\"Bullshit.\" Melina looked at the vixen and growled, anger boiling up in her, yet something about the words rang true... it would explain why everything was happening.\n\n...arcus says to be strong ...e loves you ...isses you\n\nMelina snarled again, her memories of the break-up surfacing again. The break-up had been hard and she felt it was because he had changed. If they were in a machine, that would explain it...\n\n\n...ust go now ...on't give in ...atch for the lizar...\n\nThe voice faded out and while Melina could sense there was more coming in that sentence, she couldn't hear it.\n\nMelina woke up to the sound of a book slamming on her desk, the teacher looking down at her with an angry scowl on his face.\n\n\"Miss Sakor, there is no sleeping in this class. You will stay after class and make up the time you have wasted.\" The teacher was an old fox, his rusty fur greying at the tips. \"And be glad that they don't let me use the paddle anymore...\"\n\nMelina nodded and gave a sigh. This was the last class of the day, and she was planning on going to the mall with her father after school. The rest of the class dragged on slowly, the old fox droning on about literature and hidden meanings. Boring stuff that made her want to sleep again.\n\nWhen the bell rang, Melina moved to get up, but the glare from the old fox told her otherwise and she sat down again.\n\n\"So, Miss Sakor, you think my class is boring? You don't want to learn about how stories affect our lives?\" The old fox spoke slowly as he shut the door, then turned to the cheetah, thin sparks of red showing in his eyes. \"I should fail you right now...\"\n\nMelina's heart fell as she saw those sparks of red and knew what was coming, but not this time... she would take control this time. A smirk danced over her face as she looked at the rat-possessed fox as he approached, \"Please, sir, is there some other way I can apologize?\"\n\nThe old fox paused in his steps, looking over the cheetah as the fox's face went blank, the rat assuming control. \"Really... you're giving in now, hmmm?\"\n\nMelina slipped down onto her knees and started to unzip the pants of the fox. It didn't take long for the cheetah to have the possessed fox in the position she wanted, and she leaned in and took his old jewels in her mouth...\n\n...and bit down hard.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nJennifer watched as the blackness swarmed over the cheetah after she slipped away, her heart aching at not being able to help the cheetah resist. But that ache soon turned to laughter as without warning the blackness pulled back from the cheetah's aura, the black aura of the rat radiating pain. \"You go girl!\"\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nGregory screamed and clutched his crotch, doubling over in his chair. He snarled through his teeth as his hand went under his gown to make sure everything was still there. \"That fucking hurt...\"\n\nHe looked over at the comatose body of the cheetah and growled to himself. He should have known that she wouldn't just give in like that. \"Don't worry, kitten, I will have the last laugh.\"\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMelina did her best not to let the elation she felt show as she talked to the cops, telling them about how the fox had tried to get her to suck him off in exchange for a passing grade. She didn't tell them anything about the demon-rat that had possessed him, she was just pleased she managed to hurt him like he hurt her.\n\nThe drive home with her father was quiet, but Melina smiled the whole way. She didn't tell her father about the rat this time, no, this one was more easily explained.\n\nThe next day they learned that several other girls had come forward with stories about the old fox, and that he would never again be teaching.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nMarcus paced the room for what felt like days, his mind racing as he thought about what to do. Being locked in the cell here meant that he had no sense of time. He couldn't tell how long he had been in his cell, he slept when he got tired, and they never fed him. But his driving factor still remained; Melina was here too and he needed to help her. \n\nHe had communed with the spirit of the vixen several times now, his chats with her no longer requiring him to meditate, now he could just let her slip in and they would talk as he paced. Even though she told him her name, he had great fun calling her Spark. She had been mapping the place as much as she could and he was doing his best to memorize the layout of the building. It was a standard office building for the most part.\n\nThe sound of the door unlocking filled the cell and made the rat jump. He had stretched out on the bed shortly before the door was unlocked, and he decided to play dumb. He let his eyes unfocus and his tongue hang from his mouth, trying to make it look like his mind had cracked.\n\n\"Last chance. Are you willing to co-operate?\" The vixen with the black and red fur was asking the same question.\n\nMarcus shifted positions on the bed and tilted his head up towards the light coming from the door, his eyes open wide, but still unfocused. He opened his mouth and let out a sound that could be mistaken as a word, were it not gibberish.\n\n\"Get off your ass and come over here.\" This time some emotion broke through with the black vixen's voice, a little bit of anger mixed with some disappointment.\n\nMarcus looked up at the figure in the light with his unfocused eyes, tilting his head a little as if he didn't understand what was being said.\n\nWith a growl the vixen closed the door and locked it again.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nThe black furred vixen stormed down the hall to the guard station and picked up the phone. \"Blackfire here. The rat is gone. Guess they overestimated his regenerative abilities.\"\n\nThe vixen picked up the clipboard from the desk beside her and scanned over it. \"Yes Mr. Branson, his head is too scrambled to use right now, but he might still be useful for project Zion.\"\n\n\"Yes sir, I will head over there and fill out the paperwork for transfer. Please send Savannah down so we can safely transfer him.\" The vixen hung the phone up and turned to walk away, heading for the elevator. Halfway there she felt a tingling in her shoulder and gave a shudder.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nThe spark of life that was once known as Jennifer floated in the white space between the physical world and pure energy. She had been nestled in the rat when the black-furred vixen came to visit and helped him with his ruse, and then eased herself back out to follow her down the hall. What was fascinating about the vixen was that her aura exactly matched her fur, black around the edges but dark red underneath. \n\nJennifer listened in on the conversation that the vixen had on the phone. She hadn't heard of project Zion, but didn't like the way it sounded.\n\nOnce the phone call ended, she decided to see if she could slip into the body of the vixen and read her thoughts, but when she touched the vixen on the shoulder, she jumped back again, it was like touching a red hot piece of metal. She was still recovering from the sensation as the door to the elevator closed, but Jennifer knew a faster route.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nSavannah looked up to her father when she heard her name on the phone. She put her Gameboy on pause before she stood up and yawned cutely, giving a wide stretch at the same time. She walked over to her father's desk and looked up at him, \"Something wrong, daddy?\"\n\n\"No sweetheart,” The hyena smiled to his daughter, one hand reaching out to stroke her ears, \"We just need your help moving someone.\"\n\n\"Of course, daddy. I would do anything you want me to.\" The little hyena girl smiled and gave her father a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist.\n\nA few more phone calls were made to authorize the transfer, and then father and daughter stepped out of the penthouse suite and into the elevator that only went down one level. They stepped out of the elevator and smiled to the poodle at the large desk. \"Evening, Miss Franklin, Everything go well today?\"\n\n\"Yes, sir, but please, call me Shelly.\" The poodle was all cheerful and smiles for the boss. She rose up from the chair and then crouched down beside Savannah, \"And how's the cute little pup today?\"\n\n\"I'm good, Shelly. Daddy says they need my help for a transfer today...\" The little hyena smiled to the poodle as she looked up to her father, \"Right daddy?\"\n\nMr. Branson chuckled softly and nodded, \"My special little girl is very helpful in cases like this.\"\n\n\"Do you want me to accompany her down there?\" The poodle bitch looked to her boss as she stood up. She was a few inches taller than the hyena, but much lighter.\n\n\"No, I need to pay a visit to Project Zion anyway.\" The hyena smiled to the poodle as him and his daughter started for the main elevator, \"Thank you though.\"\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nLife for the two cheetahs returned to normal again, the rat once again leaving her be. Melina took some classes on small engine repair in high school and they converted the garage into a small shop, using the money from the settlement to buy the tools needed.\n\nA rash of break-ins in the neighbourhood prompted them to install several security cameras both inside and outside the house, all hooked to a central computer inside the house. The cameras were in each hallway and around the perimeter of the house, and were mostly for Melina's reassurance, to prove to her that the rapes were all in her head.\n\nMelina now kept the blade she made at summer camp with her at all times, the blade tucked into a leather sheath at her side for whenever she needed it. She had needed it once to fend off a thief who tried to mug her, but thankfully that was it. But she felt safer just having it within reach.\n\nOne crisp morning, Melina had woken up early, unable to sleep, so she did what she always did in the morning, went to the garage and worked on her laptop. Her father had purchased a 3D printer and it was great for making plastic parts from computer models.\n\nThe beep of the motion sensor drew Melina's attention and she pulled the security camera footage up on her laptop. The grainy image showed a young boy standing at the end of the driveway.\n\n\"Watch for the lizard...\" Melina mumbled to herself, repeating the last words of the vixen spirit. She zoomed in on the young boy and sized him up. He couldn't be more than twelve... He didn't look like an agent of the rat, but looks could be deceiving. She watched the boy from her laptop for several long moments before she stood up and hit the button for the garage door.\n\nMelina took a breath and steeled herself for anything that would come next, her arms crossing over her belly so one hand rested close to her knife for protection. \"You, lizard. Come here.\" \n\n********************************************\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dangerous Lunatic: Spark

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The death wake of the vixen rippled through the whole building, the power behind it making every person shiver.  Several gave a startled scream, and those who were sensitive to psychic emotions all simultaneously vomited.

Up on the top floor, Savannah screamed as the top of her lungs in unison with the vixen down below.  When the scream faded, the hyena girl collapsed to the floor and wailed at the top of her lungs while her father held her close.

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Marcus twitched and shook as he walked around the room, he chuckled to himself as he compared himself to the walking dead and let out a moan like a zombie.  He still had pockets of scrambled memory, but he was recovering: his head no longer sported a gaping hole.

He paced around the room slowly as he talked to himself, seeming to go off on random tangents sparked by memories being put back into place.  He barely felt the presence inside his head, a soft voice occasionally echoing inside his brain with a soothing tone whenever his tangents filled him with anger or sorrow.

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The tendrils had clenched so hard, squeezing the life out of her as her body writhed and screamed on the table.  Blood vessels had burst from the psychic pressure, blood pouring from her nose, eyes, and ears.  She felt everything going black until there was a final POP.

Jennifer was now floating in the white space; her spark of life had been squeezed out of her body like the pit from a ripe fruit.  She saw the world in a fog, everything was insubstantial; she could pass through anything she wanted to.  She drifted away from the black aura of the rat, wanting to be as far away as possible.  But then an aura of confusion caught her attention and she felt drawn to it.  Her spirit passed through walls, doors, and the ceiling as she made her way to the source of the emotions.  She felt them shifting randomly as she approached, swinging from rage to sorrow to elation and back again, flashes of memories bursting forth with each emotion.  The aura she found was a purplish blue, with flashes of red and green inside it.

Easing herself forwards, Jennifer spread her arms to embrace the aura and felt it welcome her in.  She gasped to herself as she found that the body was alive and well despite what should be a fatal wound in the head.  She did what she could to calm and comfort the aching soul of the rat she was now sharing a body with.  She acted as a calming factor as the rat's mind put itself back together slowly, the spirit of the vixen helping to put the memories into their proper place again.

Jennifer stayed in the background, helping quietly and doing her best not to disturb the rat as he was restored back to health of mind.  If she had cheeks and a heartbeat, she would have blushed hard at some of his memories, and others made her happy she didn't have a tongue to share in the taste.  The rat was definably a good soul and he needed her help here, that was why she was drawn to him.

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Mr Branson looked over his daughter, she had screamed so hard before, and now she refused to leave his lap.  Her young head rested on his chest as he stroked over her shoulders tenderly, doing his best to comfort her.  She hadn't said a word since the screaming fit, and her eyes were distant.  His fathering instinct was the only thing preventing him from finding out what happened.

"...rat..."  The soft, barely audible voice of his daughter barely reached his ears.

That was all he needed to hear.  Anger now rose inside him as he held his daughter tighter.

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With the vixen out of the picture, Gregory now went back to his usual torturing of the living batteries he used to power his ability.  He spent some time giving the lizard a good mind-fuck, and then bounced back over to the cheetah, this time having a teacher rape her in the bathroom at school.

He bounced over to the wolves and revelled in their perfect life they had accepted.  He could still remember when he got them, they had both taken a shotgun to the head and their brains were so scrambled that they were putty in his hands.  He made them forget they were brother and sister and instead made them lovers.

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Melina recovered from the bathroom encounter with the rat-demon faster than the other rapes, it was becoming repetitive.  The rat would immobilize her so she couldn't resist, fuck her for several minutes, cum inside her, and then leave, all the while whispering in her ear about what kind of slut she was and how she should give in and accept it.  The sad thing was, the sex was never even that good, it always felt distant and detached.  She wiped herself off and continued about the rest of her day.

When she got home she jumped into the shower and scrubbed herself off.  She had been doing this on a daily basis now, her fur showing split ends from all the washing.  She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her towel before stepping out into the hall.  Once inside her room, she sat on her bed and brushed her fur, and making it look nice while it dried.  She was just pulling on her shirt when she heard a soft knock on the door.

"Is everything ok, hun?"  Her father called through the door.

Melina sighed a little and pulled the shirt on fully before opening the door and looking at her father.  She saw no traces of the rat tonight, just the concerned look on his face.  "I'm ok dad."

"Are you sure hun?"  Her father stayed in the hall, doing his best to respect the space of his daughter, "You've been coming home and scrubbing yourself every day...  is someone at school hurting you?"

"N... no dad."  The cheetah said as she felt several emotions all building at once.  She wanted to spill her guts about the rat and how it's been using him and everyone else to torture her, but the words wouldn't come.

"If someone is hurting you, you need to tell me so I can help you” Her father was genuinely concerned, the look in his eyes that of a caring father, no trace of the demonic rat anywhere.

Melina felt her anger surge and she lunged forwards, her hand swiping out and slapping her father against the cheek.  She stepped back and slammed the door on her father's face before she collapsed against the door crying.  She cried for several long minutes before she crawled over to her bed and passed out.

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Jennifer slipped away from the rat who was doing much better now, his mind put back together enough for him to think coherently again.  She drifted back to the circle and this time tried to embrace the green aura, but the aura resisted and she couldn't get near.

'They are killing us!'  The vixen projected, doing her best to make the little lizard hear her.  She looked around the white space and nearly screamed as she watched the central black aura stretching towards her, or rather towards the green aura.

'You can't let him win!'  She projected again before moving away from the tendrils that engulphed the green aura.  She floated there for a few moments before turning her attention to the other aura that was of interest.

The yellow aura of the cheetah was radiating a mix of emotions, everything from rage to depression.  When the vixen got close and tried to embrace the yellow aura, it allowed it.

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Melina had cried herself to sleep, and now in her dream a glowing vixen had embraced her.  She leaned in closer and savoured the relaxation and calmness that the vixen filled her with, a shiver running through her emotions melted away.

"Shhhhh, its ok.  Everything will work out."  The vixen comforted the cheetah as the emotions were lifted away, "Just fight the rat a little longer, don't give in to him."

"The rat..."  The cheetah pushed herself away from the vixen as horror swelled up within her, "You know who he is?"  and then panicking, "He sent you, didn't he?"

A surprised meep came from the vixen who stepped back from the cheetah, giving her some space, "No.  He killed me."

Melina screamed as she woke up from her dream within the simulation, her arms flailing as she fought off an invisible attacker.  She panted to herself loudly and looked at the clock.  Three in the morning.  Despite the screaming wake up, she felt more at peace than she had been in a long time.

She shivered a little and stretched.  The house was silent, the street was silent, but the silence made her uneasy, it was too quiet.  She rose up from her bed and slipped on a long t-shirt that covered her body nicely.  She quietly made her way from her room to the bathroom and closed the door before sitting down on the toilet.

She missed Marcus, He was the best thing that ever happened to her and everything had gone so far down hill.  She closed her eyes and shed a few tears as she relieved herself.

Once she had finished in the bathroom, she started back to her room and then paused at the door, looking down the hall to her fathers room; the door was open a crack.  On impulse she went to the door and opened it a little, looking in at her father.

He was on his side with his arms wrapped around a pillow, holding it tightly as if it was a lover.  The blankets had been kicked off his form partially and she saw her father's body and where he had started to let himself go around the belly.

Melina felt incredibly bad now, here she was trying to deal with the demon rat, and her father was suffering as well.  The rat had taken her mother from them both.  Maybe it was lack of sleep or a build-up of emotions, but she approached her father's bed and stretched out beside him, leaning over and giving him a hug.

Her father groaned and looked at her groggily before pulling her in closer, planting a kiss on her neck as they cuddled in for the night.  The covers were pulled up again and they slept in each other's arms all night.

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Paul jumped as the phone beside him rang.  It never rang unless something bad happened.  With a deep breath, the wolf answered, "Project Zion, Paul speaking."

The wolf winced and had to pull the phone away from his ear a little as the hyena on the other end screamed at him.  The only words he had time for were "But sir...  but..."

The hyena boss grilled him for information about what happened, and Paul gave every detail he could, including how the girl was already hooked up when he got back from his days off.  This was the first time that Paul found out just how far the vixen's death spasm reached though and it made him even angrier with the rat.

"I don't know how I'm going to deal with this sir, I have no control over him, I just monitor everything down here..."  Paul explained over the phone to his boss, "He does that to every one of the cubs, but nobody has ever died like that before."

"Yes sir, her chart listed her as a low level psychic."  The wolf grinned as he saw where this was going, "I suggest that to prevent something like this from happening again, we stop feeding him anyone with psychic potential."

Paul grinned wide as he listened to the boss mull over the idea and then agree to it.  They talked a little more and then finally they both hung up the phone.  Paul was ecstatic; he had just struck a blow against the evil rat, denying him his favourite treat forever more.  A triumph in the wolf's eyes.

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Jennifer floated in the white space, time seeming to flow at random speeds as she watched.  The yellow aura of the cheetah went through several different emotions since she was kicked out, but it finally settled on some contentment.  Her attention turned to the green aura, watching as the black tendrils withdrew once more.  The vixen slipped in closer and projected to the green aura. "Sam.  Meditate when you get home."

She was unclear if the message got through or not, but she waited and watched.  She was close enough that she could see what he was seeing without invading him, and she smiled when he sat down to meditate.  She leaned in and embraced the green aura.

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The empty blackness was warm and relaxing, it had a peacefulness to it as she floated there.  She remained where she was as she watched a form coalesce in front of her.  It surprised her to see that he came to her in this mental state not as the little lizard, but a large silver dragon with piercing red eyes.  She stood her ground in front of the dragon and put her hands on her hips, "Took you long enough!"

...ho are you...

The voice echoed through the nothingness, but the power behind it made the vixen shudder.  It took all her courage to move towards the dragon that loomed in front of her.    

...ou're dead though!  

The vixen winced a little and nodded in response, “My body is dead, yes.  But my spirit is trapped here with you."

...rapped?

"Yes, trapped."  Jennifer tried not to let the anger at the situation show in her voice, "The rat feeds on our energy...   you are the first to have the power to stop him."

...ow?

"You must find the cheetah girl and save her."  The vixen felt the tendrils of black energy moving towards them and started to back away, "Hurry, her soul is next."

Jennifer squeezed out of the scaley as the tendrils tried to snake around her.  She barely escaped from them and found herself once more in the white space.  She watched as the tendrils swarmed over the green reptilian aura and blocked it out.

With her message sent, she had little else to do, but she could not move on from this limbo yet.  She felt compelled to make sure that the rat was dealt with permanently.  So she decided to look around the building more.

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She passed through walls and doors with ease, looking at each aura she encountered.  Some were bright, some were dark, but most were in the middle.  She surveyed the various jobs performed by people, some were researchers, others just technicians and assistants.  The people on the lower levels of the building had even more mundane jobs like office work.  

After finding the bottom basement of the building and examining the morgue, the vixen found her own body.  It was rather disturbing to see your own body laying dead on a table, head cut open and brain sitting on a platter.  Yet the vixen also found it rather interesting.

The doctor was examining her and talking to a tape recorder as he performed the autopsy.  She didn't understand most of the words he used, but she did figure out what he was trying to say.  Her brain had exploded inside her head, blood vessels everywhere had ruptured.

Once her morbid fascination had been sated, she moved on from that floor, returning to the floor she started on and exploring upwards.

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The upper floors of the building had small rooms set up for holding those who were more difficult to deal with.  There were also large training rooms, and for several long minutes the vixen watched a group train.

The group was three individuals, each decked out in combat armour and with rifles, fighting against a single target, a middle-aged jaguar.  The combatants took turns firing at the jaguar as he dodged and evaded the bullets, seeming to move with unerring grace.  Only once did the vixen see a bullet impact his body, and it merely bounced off his flesh!

The vixen bored of the show quickly and moved on, finding others who were also focusing their abilities.  The place seemed to be training a small army.

The second to top floor housed several large guard shacks and a large central area where a female poodle sat at a computer doing nothing.  The aura put off by the poodle was almost as black as that of the rat down below, but what surprised the vixen the most was the wall she hit when trying to approach the poodle to get a better look.

"Back off, ghosty.  This area is off limits."  The poodle said without even lifting her head from her nails she was filing.  "Wander yourself somewhere else before I get angry."

Stumped at what to do, Jennifer retreated back to the floor with the rat looking to check in on the cheetah and lizard.

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Melina woke up in her father's arms, the two of them snuggled tight together.  She was still wearing her long night shirt, and her father was wearing his boxers.  She shifted positions and gave a soft yawn, and then gave a mewl as her father moved beside her, his hand moving up and groping one of her breasts.  She didn't stop it, but at the same time it had a tenderness that she hadn't felt since camp with Marcus.

"Nnngh...  I've missed you, my sweet little kitten” The tone of voice clearly portrayed that her father wasn't fully awake, and was likely mistaking her for her mother.

Melina shivered a little as she was caressed, her hips arching back against her father as she gave a cute little moan.  She was fully awake and aware of what was going on, but she couldn't stop herself.  She felt her loins tingling in need as the caressing hand slipped down to her belly, caressing it softly.

The tenderness didn't last though as suddenly the hand withdrew and her father rolled away, "Shit!  I'm sorry Mel.  I didn't mean to..."

Melina looked over at her father and smiled, "Shhh, dad, it's alright.  You miss mom.  I know how hard it is to think when you wake up."

Like a proper father, the male cheetah covered himself up and looked away from his daughter, "Please leave, I... I don't want to hurt you."

Rational mind fought against instinct, her body screaming to jump on top and ride him like her mother used to, her brain telling her to walk back to her room and get changed.  She sat there for several long moments before her brain won out and she stood up and started for the door, pausing at it to say, "Its my fault, dad.  I'm the one who came to you...  I needed someone to cuddle."

Melina stepped out of the room and let out a sigh of frustration and relief.  She walked down the hall to her room and stretched out on the bed, still in her night shirt.  She hated herself for the thoughts of her father that were running through her head.  She snarled and cursed into her pillow as she vented her emotions, soaking the fabric with her tears.

Eventually the cheetah cried herself out and just laid there on the bed, her night shirt rumpled around her waist and showing off her rear.  She smelled breakfast cooking downstairs and sighed a little.  She didn't feel like eating yet, so she went and had a shower, washing herself off so she was fresh for the morning.  She got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

Her father was there at the table waiting for her, his bacon and eggs untouched.  The concerned look on his face as he looked to her as she approached told her that the meal might not get finished by either of them.  "Good morning, Mel."

"Morning, dad."  Melina said as she sat down in front of her meal, finding it hard to smile or look at her father.

They sat in an awkward silence for a few long moments before her father cleared his throat, "Hun, we need to talk about last night."

"I'm sorry, dad."  Melina stirred the scrambled eggs on her plate around a little as she spoke, "I know it was wrong of me to crawl into bed with you..."

"You are not at fault, sweetheart.  I was the one who let you join me."  The adult cheetah looked over at his daughter, “It's been so long since I had someone in my arms that I couldn't stop myself."

"I...  Y..."  Melina stumbled over her words as she tried to decide what to say next, "There's something I need to tell you dad...  You asked me if anyone was hurting me..."

The cheetah looked into his daughters eyes with genuine concern, "Who?"

"I think I'm going crazy..."  Melina shivered as she opened up, "I keep imagining that I'm getting raped, over and over again...   sometimes its you, sometimes its other people around me...  and I can't stop it or even scream out..."

Her fathers expression turned dark as he listened to the girl open up, not interrupting her as she vented.

"...And no matter who the person raping me is, it never looks like its them in control...   their faces go blank and it's not their voice that comes out of their mouth..."  The cheetah girl paused for a breath and continued, tears making her vision blurry, "...And when they move fast, I see an afterimage of a rat with glowing red eyes..."

The adult cheetah sat there in silence as he took in what his daughter was saying, trying to make sense of her rambling.  "Do they ejaculate in you?"

Melina nodded and shivered, "I feel them cumming in me, and I feel and see it on my legs, but nobody else can see or smell it...  or if they do they don't say anything."

The father nodded a little before reaching his hand out towards his daughter to rub her cheek, going slow in case she pulled away.  "Have you taken pregnancy tests?"

"N..no dad...  I haven't..."  Melina leaned into the rubbing of her cheek, tears rolling down her cheek to meet the hand rubbing her.

"Then we need to have you take one sweetheart."  Her father was right, with how often she had been raped, even without her being in heat there was a good chance.

"I will, daddy."  Her voice was small and kittenish as she agreed to the test, shivering a little as she regained her composure and leaning in to take a bite of her eggs.  She took her time with her mouthful, trying to get the right wording in her mind for her next question, but couldn't seem to bring herself to ask it.

They both ate in an uneasy silence, finishing their plates together.  Her father took both plates and put them in the sink to rinse before giving his daughter a tender hug.  "We will get through this, sweetheart."

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Marcus looked around the room and yawned, he had been alone in the dark for what seemed like forever, and he was sure he was starting to go crazy.  He kept feeling the presence of a vixen in him, telling him that everything was alright.   She had helped him with his scrambled brains and she did a damn good job putting him back together.

But what was needed now was something more, he knew that if he stayed here they would scramble him over and over until he became their slave, or his mind was so scrambled he couldn't recover.

What was even worse was how his body was faring...  he had slimmed down a lot, but he wasn't weak, nor did he move like a zombie any more.  He hadn't needed to use the bathroom in what seemed like ages, and he hadn't eaten in even longer.  His heart still beat, but he could feel that his body was recycling everything as much as possible.

For the last while he was feeling compelled to take larger breaths, but it seemed to him that he wasn't exhaling as much as he was inhaling.  He tested this and took a huge breath and held it, counting off the seconds in his mind as he felt the breath dissipate inside him.  Soon enough he was feeling that compulsion to inhale again.  He held it for as long as he could and then let out a gasp as he inhaled again.  He was absorbing the air he breathed in!

He grinned to himself as this dawned on him...  He was immortal!  He couldn't die...  though his brains could still get scrambled...  And he could sustain himself on anything he wanted to, even just the air!

His thoughts turned to Melina and his expression grew grim.  His sweet predator was on the bus with him, but he hadn't seen her since they were put to sleep.  He longed to be with her, ached for her touch and the sweet smell of her body.  He slipped his hand down to his crotch and teased himself to memories of being with her.

That was then the vixen returned to his mind.

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Easing herself into the receptive body of the rat in the cell, Jennifer was greeted with a very graphic memory of sex between the cheetah girl and the rat.  Her own memories of the camp flooded back and she finally recognized them both.

She convinced Marcus to enter a meditative state and talk with her.

"Do you remember the summer camp we were at?"

...ummer camp?     ...elina?

The echoy voice of the rat filled the black space and made Jennifer shiver as more memories flooded back through them both.  "Melina is still alive, but she is in trouble."

The rat brimmed with elation and rage at the same time.    ...ust save her...

Jennifer meeped as the rat pushed her out again, reclaiming his body for his own.  She floated there in the white space and watched as the rat seethed with anger.  She felt the urge to go and tell the cheetah that her boyfriend was alive and well and missed her deeply.

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The pregnancy test came back negative and both Melina and her father were relieved.  Time passed for them both and Melina became more and more nervous about things because she hadn't been assaulted by the rat.  She was starting to get over the ordeal and feel that she was in control again.  She did catch herself having thoughts about her father sexually though, and she cursed herself out over it.

Melina shivered a little as she felt a familiar energy embrace her.  She heard whispers in her ear about what to do, and so she put her head down on the desk and closed her eyes.


And opened them up to see the vixen that had come to her in her dream about the rat.  "You again...  what now?"

...on't have long...   ...e rat will come to cast me out...

"The rat is coming?"  Melina shook as she stood there before the spirit vixen, "Why are you bringing him here?"

...eed to tell you...  ...ou are in a machine hooked to the rat...   ...t's not real

"Bullshit."  Melina looked at the vixen and growled, anger boiling up in her, yet something about the words rang true...  it would explain why everything was happening.

...arcus says to be strong  ...e loves you   ...isses you

Melina snarled again, her memories of the break-up surfacing again.  The break-up had been hard and she felt it was because he had changed.  If they were in a machine, that would explain it...


...ust go now  ...on't give in  ...atch for the lizar...

The voice faded out and while Melina could sense there was more coming in that sentence, she couldn't hear it.

Melina woke up to the sound of a book slamming on her desk, the teacher looking down at her with an angry scowl on his face.

"Miss Sakor, there is no sleeping in this class.  You will stay after class and make up the time you have wasted."  The teacher was an old fox, his rusty fur greying at the tips. "And be glad that they don't let me use the paddle anymore..."

Melina nodded and gave a sigh.  This was the last class of the day, and she was planning on going to the mall with her father after school.  The rest of the class dragged on slowly, the old fox droning on about literature and hidden meanings. Boring stuff that made her want to sleep again.

When the bell rang, Melina moved to get up, but the glare from the old fox told her otherwise and she sat down again.

"So, Miss Sakor, you think my class is boring?  You don't want to learn about how stories affect our lives?"  The old fox spoke slowly as he shut the door, then turned to the cheetah, thin sparks of red showing in his eyes.  "I should fail you right now..."

Melina's heart fell as she saw those sparks of red and knew what was coming, but not this time...  she would take control this time.  A smirk danced over her face as she looked at the rat-possessed fox as he approached, "Please, sir, is there some other way I can apologize?"

The old fox paused in his steps, looking over the cheetah as the fox's face went blank, the rat assuming control.  "Really...  you're giving in now, hmmm?"

Melina slipped down onto her knees and started to unzip the pants of the fox.  It didn't take long for the cheetah to have the possessed fox in the position she wanted, and she leaned in and took his old jewels in her mouth...

...and bit down hard.

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Jennifer watched as the blackness swarmed over the cheetah after she slipped away, her heart aching at not being able to help the cheetah resist.  But that ache soon turned to laughter as without warning the blackness pulled back from the cheetah's aura, the black aura of the rat radiating pain.  "You go girl!"

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Gregory screamed and clutched his crotch, doubling over in his chair.  He snarled through his teeth as his hand went under his gown to make sure everything was still there.  "That fucking hurt..."

He looked over at the comatose body of the cheetah and growled to himself.  He should have known that she wouldn't just give in like that.  "Don't worry, kitten, I will have the last laugh."

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Melina did her best not to let the elation she felt show as she talked to the cops, telling them about how the fox had tried to get her to suck him off in exchange for a passing grade.  She didn't tell them anything about the demon-rat that had possessed him, she was just pleased she managed to hurt him like he hurt her.

The drive home with her father was quiet, but Melina smiled the whole way.  She didn't tell her father about the rat this time, no, this one was more easily explained.

The next day they learned that several other girls had come forward with stories about the old fox, and that he would never again be teaching.

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Marcus paced the room for what felt like days, his mind racing as he thought about what to do.  Being locked in the cell here meant that he had no sense of time.  He couldn't tell how long he had been in his cell, he slept when he got tired, and they never fed him.  But his driving factor still remained; Melina was here too and he needed to help her.  

He had communed with the spirit of the vixen several times now, his chats with her no longer requiring him to meditate, now he could just let her slip in and they would talk as he paced.  Even though she told him her name, he had great fun calling her Spark.  She had been mapping the place as much as she could and he was doing his best to memorize the layout of the building.  It was a standard office building for the most part.

The sound of the door unlocking filled the cell and made the rat jump.  He had stretched out on the bed shortly before the door was unlocked, and he decided to play dumb.  He let his eyes unfocus and his tongue hang from his mouth, trying to make it look like his mind had cracked.

"Last chance.  Are you willing to co-operate?"  The vixen with the black and red fur was asking the same question.

Marcus shifted positions on the bed and tilted his head up towards the light coming from the door, his eyes open wide, but still unfocused.  He opened his mouth and let out a sound that could be mistaken as a word, were it not gibberish.

"Get off your ass and come over here."  This time some emotion broke through with the black vixen's voice, a little bit of anger mixed with some disappointment.

Marcus looked up at the figure in the light with his unfocused eyes, tilting his head a little as if he didn't understand what was being said.

With a growl the vixen closed the door and locked it again.

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The black furred vixen stormed down the hall to the guard station and picked up the phone.  "Blackfire here.  The rat is gone.  Guess they overestimated his regenerative abilities."

The vixen picked up the clipboard from the desk beside her and scanned over it.  "Yes Mr. Branson, his head is too scrambled to use right now, but he might still be useful for project Zion."

"Yes sir, I will head over there and fill out the paperwork for transfer.  Please send Savannah down so we can safely transfer him."  The vixen hung the phone up and turned to walk away, heading for the elevator.  Halfway there she felt a tingling in her shoulder and gave a shudder.

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The spark of life that was once known as Jennifer floated in the white space between the physical world and pure energy.  She had been nestled in the rat when the black-furred vixen came to visit and helped him with his ruse, and then eased herself back out to follow her down the hall.  What was fascinating about the vixen was that her aura exactly matched her fur, black around the edges but dark red underneath.  

Jennifer listened in on the conversation that the vixen had on the phone.  She hadn't heard of project Zion, but didn't like the way it sounded.

Once the phone call ended, she decided to see if she could slip into the body of the vixen and read her thoughts, but when she touched the vixen on the shoulder, she jumped back again, it was like touching a red hot piece of metal.  She was still recovering from the sensation as the door to the elevator closed, but Jennifer knew a faster route.

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Savannah looked up to her father when she heard her name on the phone.  She put her Gameboy on pause before she stood up and yawned cutely, giving a wide stretch at the same time.  She walked over to her father's desk and looked up at him, "Something wrong, daddy?"

"No sweetheart,” The hyena smiled to his daughter, one hand reaching out to stroke her ears, "We just need your help moving someone."

"Of course, daddy.  I would do anything you want me to."  The little hyena girl smiled and gave her father a hug, wrapping her arms around his waist.

A few more phone calls were made to authorize the transfer, and then father and daughter stepped out of the penthouse suite and into the elevator that only went down one level.  They stepped out of the elevator and smiled to the poodle at the large desk.  "Evening, Miss Franklin, Everything go well today?"

"Yes, sir, but please, call me Shelly."  The poodle was all cheerful and smiles for the boss.  She rose up from the chair and then crouched down beside Savannah, "And how's the cute little pup today?"

"I'm good, Shelly.  Daddy says they need my help for a transfer today..."  The little hyena smiled to the poodle as she looked up to her father, "Right daddy?"

Mr. Branson chuckled softly and nodded, "My special little girl is very helpful in cases like this."

"Do you want me to accompany her down there?"  The poodle bitch looked to her boss as she stood up.  She was a few inches taller than the hyena, but much lighter.

"No, I need to pay a visit to Project Zion anyway."  The hyena smiled to the poodle as him and his daughter started for the main elevator, "Thank you though."

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Life for the two cheetahs returned to normal again, the rat once again leaving her be.  Melina took some classes on small engine repair in high school and they converted the garage into a small shop, using the money from the settlement to buy the tools needed.

A rash of break-ins in the neighbourhood prompted them to install several security cameras both inside and outside the house, all hooked to a central computer inside the house.  The cameras were in each hallway and around the perimeter of the house, and were mostly for Melina's reassurance, to prove to her that the rapes were all in her head.

Melina now kept the blade she made at summer camp with her at all times, the blade tucked into a leather sheath at her side for whenever she needed it.  She had needed it once to fend off a thief who tried to mug her, but thankfully that was it.  But she felt safer just having it within reach.

One crisp morning, Melina had woken up early, unable to sleep, so she did what she always did in the morning, went to the garage and worked on her laptop.  Her father had purchased a 3D printer and it was great for making plastic parts from computer models.

The beep of the motion sensor drew Melina's attention and she pulled the security camera footage up on her laptop.  The grainy image showed a young boy standing at the end of the driveway.

"Watch for the lizard..."  Melina mumbled to herself, repeating the last words of the vixen spirit.  She zoomed in on the young boy and sized him up.  He couldn't be more than twelve...  He didn't look like an agent of the rat, but looks could be deceiving.  She watched the boy from her laptop for several long moments before she stood up and hit the button for the garage door.

Melina took a breath and steeled herself for anything that would come next, her arms crossing over her belly so one hand rested close to her knife for protection.  "You, lizard.  Come here."

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