"I'm waiting patiently, dear." He yawned, considered a good lusty scratch,
then vetoed the idea. This was a classy filly. No flies on her.
"I don't do this for just anyone," came the reply.
Upper crust, he snorted to himself. He stubbed out his cig' and studied
the
painting above the dresser. Hmm, mediocre face... but the bucks a coat
like
that could bring!
She laughed. "Was that a 'wolf whistle'? You haven't even seen the finished
product."
"I'm no wolf, baby." He grinned. "Trust me. Wool's itchy, y'know?"
"Some say you're not trustworthy."
He recognized the clink of fine crystal. "Aw, c'mon," he purred. "Tall
tales. Bum steers by loser chicks. But your pal, Fred-- I couldn't
fool him,
right?" His ears flicked, detecting approaching indentations in the
hallway
carpet...
"Ah... Fred. Yes, a lady's best friend is her bartender. Matchmaker
magnifico!" Her footsteps ceased just short of the open doorway.
A leg presented, and nothing more. He shivered. Firm, muscled... and
bare.
An exquisite teaser. Indeed, she had changed into "something more
comfortable". His larynx tickled. A burbling slowly crawled upward,
and he
translated the low pitched guttural growl into to sensual moan. Just
in
time!
But his eyes bugged at first glimpse of contrasting stripes. They
undulated-- black, then white, repeating the pattern, slithering, draping
the leg... halting at the ankle.
"Come and get it," she invited.
He stripped, eyes riveted to this delight, rabid for the sensation of
her
coat against his skin. Never had he seen such a specimen! He leapt
from the
bed and tackled the limb, sinking his lengthening incisors into sleek
zebra
fur-
Cold steel massaged his forehead. He froze, his eyes darting up the
gun
barrel.
Her symmetrical humanoid teeth gleamed. "Poaching is best left to advanced
trans-morphers," she taunted.
He gulped, now fully aware his feline claws had re-materialized. "I
am a
natural zebra. I swear! The leopard morph is a joke--"
A single blast, and it was done.
"Joke's on you, predator. Your kind can't change its spots, ever."
She slipped back into her stripes, smoothing the seams with sprouting
hooves, and whinnied a victory song.