Knowing the importance of intimidation when dealing with recalcitrant huskies, Zack hunched his shoulders in a threatening posture while Goldie and Katie surrounded Dunstan on either side, baring their teeth in matching snarls. (The twins and a detachment of loyal huskies had been sent to the buck tournament, to get that back under control.)
"Now," Zack began "Who are you and what on earth made you think you were qualified to take over a husky pack?"
"They, they told me I could! They told me that there wouldn't be any problem!"
"I see. And did 'they' tell you what they were doing with Harry, the actual leader whose butt you are not worthy to sniff?"
"They told me they were taking him somewhere! They told me that they were going to change him into something else, so I wouldn't have to worry about him ever coming back! They didn't tell me where or what, cause they said it was need to know and I didn't need to know!"
An off-site transformation facility, Zack thought, yeah, that makes sense. Harry, may Ninisinna keep you in her care.
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Blaze of glory it is, Harry thought, taking a shot at the jaguar-morph that was shooting at him. He hit the right knee, and the jaguar-morph collapsed with a yowl of agony. An incapacitating shot was actually better than a killing one, as hopefully this would tie up some of the other guards taking him back to the regen chamber. He then shot the jaguarmorph he was holding in the back of his knee. Dusk was falling. He grabbed the keys from the screaming jaguarmorph. If his memories of driving were sufficient, he could get back to the main highway and he might be able to get to a hospital to get the bullet taken out, although the thought of using the comparatively crude medical technology of the monkeys was a little scary. At least the driver's seat was anthro friendly, with room for his tail. If the jaguarmorphs captured him now, they wouldn't be in a very good mood.
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Leticia was growing frustrated. The doe wasn't opening up as does usually did when away from the company of bucks. She just kept talking about how she needed sex, right now. Female deermorphs had normal (whatever "normal" meant anymore) sexual desires, but not this kind of mindless craving. And there was something familiar about the doe, although she was very reticent about what her identity had been before.
Wait a second.
"You're Chad! You're the one that was harassing me!"
"No!" but not a very convincing no.
That settled it. Leticia remembered well the transition from male to female deermorph, and had observed it in others. There was no way to get from macho asshole Chad to this zombie sex slave this quickly without drugs, or, even more frightening thought, someone messing with the transformation process.
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Shred the bitch, Shred the bitch, Shred the bitch, thought Max in an endless loop as he stared at the ceiling of his holding cell, his mind flooded with the images of a tortured Goldie.
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"I applied for the job, there was an online personality test, and they contacted me and told me I had leadership potential. They said they were going to give me special preparation, and that I was being fast-tracked to leadership. But I didn't think they were going to out me in charge of the whole pack! I didn't even want that!"
Whatever, shrugged Zack. Clearly, they weren't going to get much more out of this guy. Hand him over to the FBI, and make sure they knew about the off-site facility.
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"Off-site facility?" mumbled Agent Sherman. He knew he should be mad at the huskies for interrogating this punk themselves rather than just directly handing him over, but it had been a long day and he had about run out of anger. Damn, he needed some agents here. The combination of huskies and local cops just wasn't doing it. Maybe the smirking German bastard he was supposed to interrogate next knew something about the off-site facility. Gunther, that was his name.
I hope I don't have to cancel dinner, Agent Sherman thought.
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Wow, thought Charlotte looking through the window. The clipboard people are freaking out over something! She wondered if that was good news or bad.