^^ Katherine ^^ ((( warning... this will get graphic in several ways. This story started out as a sexy fantasy in my head, and I decided it needed back story, and then plot... it evolved from fap material to this, so it's chock full of mature scenes. Just warning you now.)))

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"-and so I said 'No, thank you, have a nice night, sir.' And went back to work, thinking it was over!" Jack(previously Jill, which caused him no end of giggles), my recently transitioned male friend, was complaining about his day.

"And of course it wasn't." I added in, smiling indulgently. He looked mostly female still, was the problem. Full breasts, pouty lips, and cutie hips made it ever harder for him to be a 'him' in the eyes of those around him, and the hormone treatments were only so fast. Plus, as a female? He'd been H. O. T. So the problems were abound.

He nodded quickly. "Of COURSE not!!! Anyway, so I try to walk away, and he grabs my wrist!"

"No!" I giggled.

"Yes! And of course, you know my dad is a cop, so I broke his arm on reflex!!!" He sighed.

"Oh no... did he file charges?" I gasped.

He scoffed. "Like he ever got the Chance. Dad arrived just in time to arrest him for assault... and give Evelyn a Warning about baseball bats being used in citizens arrests." He smirked.

"Ooh, you mean bitch! You can't let Evelyn use baseball bats on people!! Especially for grabbing your wrist. The broken arm and arrest were enough. Now, if he'd gotten even more Handsy, okay." I reasoned.

He hummed. "You're right, but-"

A loud growling interrupted his speech, and I looked around, confused. I spotted a large, mangy dog, staring at something behind us, and knelt to hold a hand out to it. "Here, puppy, come on, I won't hurt you... I'm nice, I swear by the Old Gods and The New." I smiled.

Jack scoffed. "Neeerrd. It was attracted by your food, I bet. You should've just eaten it."

"It's a dog, what's it matter what I say? Tone is important, not words." I smirked and spoke in the same soothing tone, handing her the food so I could search my bag for treats.

The dog licked its chops, and I noticed it had red stains on its teeth. I sighed. "Looks like I've got no choice, baby... you've already bitten someone..."

"Ohhh, Kat... I hate your job..." Jack complained.

I sighed. "I know... but sometimes it has to be done..." I crept forward, and pulled out a small syringe from my Med Kit. I had to euthanize savage dogs and feral cats sometimes, and it was the hardest part of my job at the Clinic. This was only a little different. He wasn't muzzled.

He didn't even look at me, he was steady watching a piece of shadow across the alley like it was what he'd been hunting all night.

I laid a gentle hand on his scruff, and he turned, growling. His hair puffed up, making him appear to grow, and I was quick with my needle, stabbing into the major vein in his shoulder, and pushing the plunger.

He leapt for me, and I defended with my left forearm, letting him bite me. I forced my arm deeper into his jaws, so he couldn't close them properly, and then fumbled for my knife.

A loud 'BANG' echoed, and he didn't even flinch, so I assumed Jack Missed with his revolver. Four more bangs followed, and he cussed loudly.

"FUCK! It's not even flinching!!! What is that dog on?! What did you give him? Adrenaline? That's five bullets to the ribcage!" Jack yelled, and then charged over, intent on saving me.

Before I could speak, a white blur zipped past, coming out of the shadow that the Dog had been watching, and Jack fell. A little of him went left... a little right... and some just fell.

The dog immediately abandoned me, and pursued the blur. I crawled away to puke, not even bothering to check Jack.

I shakily called his Dad, detective Callahan, and waited as the line rang.

"-click- Yeah? Oh! Katherine-" the line went dead as I lost cell connection.

"FUCK!!" I sobbed, and dropped the phone. The white blur came through the alley again, the dog hanging off of it, and my vision started to shake. I blinked, and screamed in abject terror at the new image.

A giant black wolf was trying to eat a zombie of some kind, it looked like, but couldn't quite catch him.

I screamed again as it slowly turned its eyes towards me, and my vision went dark.

--- 75 minutes earlier ---

"I'll have the Tofu Burger, hold the cheese, and a large side of ribbon fries, along with veggie-chili and sour cream." I smiled at the waitress, handing her my menu.

Jack sighed. "I'll have the real food, please. Pepper Jack Meat Lovers, extra sausage, and white bread if you will? Oh, and the Fries, but with real chili, and no sour cream." Jack stuck his tongue out at me.

"Uhm... Okay, and what would you like the heat to be? Mild, Hot, or Ghost Pepper?" She smiled at Jack, not-so-subtly looking him up.

"Ha. I spit on these challenges! Ghost Pepper, milady, and make sure it's extra spicy. There's some type of competition, yeah?" Jack hummed, ignoring the woman's advance.

I smiled. "He's not interested, my dear." I said quietly, barely loud enough to get her attention.

She blinked, and nodded. "Oh. Sorry. Yes, there's a competition... If you can eat the whole Large Order, we'll pay for the entirety of your meal, and give you a to-go box of more chili, just to be snarky." She grinned, back in her zone.

Jack smirked again. "Excellent." he nodded, and handed her his menu.

She nodded. "Then that will be right out, ma'am, sir." She beamed, and walked away into the kitchen.

Jack hummed. "She's cute... Why'd you warn her off?"

"Because she was a lez. She wouldn't appreciate." I gestured at his waist subtly.

He nodded. "Ah. Full-blown lez, not bi? Damn. Too bad. Well, this is gonna be fun." He grinned.

--- one hour ago ---

"You eat that and you'll burn your taste buds." I warned him, leaning away from the acid chili.

He shrugged and started eating easily, completely fine. "You've eaten my dads cooking. I don't have any taste buds to burn."

The waitress was completely gobsmacked. "So... that's not hot enough?" She seemed amazed.

He grinned. "Nah. I've actually had worse. One time, my dad mistook cinnamon for powdered Indian chilis. On a cinnamon roll." He nodded and ate more of the chili. Soon, the entire bowl was finished, and he started on his gigantic burger.

As soon as it was gone, I shivered. "God that's horrible." I sighed and started eating my food.

--- forty-five minutes ago ---

"Boom. And I am officially the King of Chili!" Jack grinned, posing for the Polaroid that was being placed on the wall.

"Pssh. Maybe in Harlem, baby, but that's not that big a deal." I shrugged.

He grinned and wrapped an arm around me. "Oooh, don't be a sour puss."

We walked out, and I sighed. "You need to brush your teeth before you kiss anyone. Or else they'll feel a hellish pain." I shook my head.

He nodded. "True. I'll do that."

--- Thirty minutes ago ---

"Okay. Now that you're nice and relaxed, we are allowed to now speak about your horrible day." I smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

He sighed. "See, what had happened was-"

--- present ---

The Wolf succeeded in catching the Zombie, and began ripping it to shreds.

Once it was destroyed, it started blazing, and he sniffed Jack's remains. I gasped and growled, picking up a large plank, slamming it down on the Wolf's head. "YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU BITCH!!" I yelled, and hit him again and again, while it just slowly looked at me.

Then his jaws flashed, and the plank of wood shattered, leaving me with a slender piece of sharpened wood.

As he lashed out, I swung the piece of wood, stabbing directly into the wolf's eye, and into its brain, just as his canines snagged my eyebrow and cheek, then closed, destroying my eye and leaving a massive cut.

I yelled, and covered my eye, stumbling away from the giant Wolf. I ripped my shirt, and held the cloth to my eye, stumbling away.

I slowly collapsed from shock or blood loss, I wasn't sure, and leaned against the alley wall.

A tall woman walked into the alley, and gazed at me with something akin to amusement or maybe surprise.

"You killed a Hell Hound... interesting... well... you're dying anyway, I suppose it's not too early to take you..." she reached foreword and picked me up with one hand, and then walked over to the Wolf. She dropped me on its pelt. "Don't move. It'll hurt less." She smirked.

I was about to ask what she meant when the pain hit me like a sledgehammer.

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I slowly opened my eyes, and sat up, clutching my head. "Ugh... fuck that was a weird Dream..."

I stepped out of my bed, and sighed. "Jeez... where did I go? My clothes are trashed!" I stripped out of my ripped clothes and socks, leaving just boxers for now. I cracked my neck and stretched, then sniffed. "Okay, Ew. I need a shower."

I got some new clothes, and opened my bathroom door, only to come face to face with a beautiful woman.

She was extremely tall, almost 7 feet, I'd say, like a basketball player (or maybe volleyball). She had long black hair that hung to her waist, wet from the shower. Her breasts were, unfortunately, convienientky covered by a small lock of her hair, but that didn't disguise their size and perfect perkiness.

"Uhm... Hi... did... did we meet last night? I must've been really drunk, not to remember you... uhm... yeah. I'll get a shower, and we can talk if you want, or I can take you home." I decided to put it off, and she smiled.

"Sounds good... my Name is Nicolette. You don't remember, but that's fine, Katherine." She kissed my cheek and walked out before I noticed she was actually naked, and carrying her clothes.

I gazed after her ass as she walked to the couch and sat down, folding her clothes and smiling at me. She winked, and I slammed the door, breathing heavily.

I leaned against it, and almost hyperventilated. "Ohmigod... she's fucking gorgeous... oh no, what will Sammy say??? Oh no oh no oh no..." I bit my knuckle, thinking of my on-again, off again girlfriend.

We were currently off, but that doesn't mean she would appreciate me screwing some random, beautiful woman! Oh no...

I sighed and decided to chase away my nerves with a hot shower.

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I stepped out, and dried my hair, pulling a tee-shirt on. I pulled a pair of boxers up my thighs, and growled when they were too tight... again.

"Dammit! Ass, stop growing! I commandeth thee!!" I proclaimed, and growled when nothing happened.

Luckily I didn't need to bother with a bra, (perks of being basically androgynous in body type,) so I just pulled on my shorts, a much looser fit, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

I took my dirty clothes to my room, to discover the woman, Nicolette, laying on my bed.

She was on her stomach, her ass and naughty bits pointed directly at me, and completely bare, and she was flipping through a photo album of me and Jack throughout the years.

I smiled. "You know, it's rude to snoop in someone's house when you're invited in."

She just smiled. "Your friend Jack is cute... I'll have her, I think."

"Him. He's male." I corrected gently, ignoring the rest of the statement.

She blinked and looked closer at the pictures. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." I smirked.

She raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... Damn. Ah well. I have you now, kitten. I can make do." She picked me up and placed me in her lap.

I blushed and wiggled to get away, but she just smiled. "You're mine, kitten... there's no way I'm letting you get away... relax. Relax, and enjoy my touch..."

Her hands began to gently run up and down my body, and I started to lose it when the phone rang.