Anonymous - She!

Another swing of my massive paw threw a naked girl into a wall with strips of blood running down her back. I roared my anger and watched another boy drop to the floor in a dead faint.

"Snake! Snake! Help!" I heard the leader's voice scream in the hallway. No one else was standing here. The voice was retreating fast. In a second, Sue was standing at the side of the bed Minni laid in, cringing into the wall behind her, her eyes clenched shut tightly and little squeals coming between her lips.

I could feel the drool rolling down my chin and neck, the sweat on my body. I untied the ropes around her hands.

"It's okay. It's me. Sue," I said as softly as I could manage with the heat still on me. I had to let it go quickly. She hadn't opened her eyes but I half forcibly lifted her to her feet and propelled her toward the window. "Get out! Quick! Get your clothes! I'll meet you in a minute!" I was screaming the words. Growling them. I couldn't help myself.

A tawny feline body met the frightened looks of the two people down the hall as I slid into the hallway toward the living room. Again my deep throated scream of anger split the silence of the house as I pursued their retreating backs.

Snake skidded to a stop with a chain in one hand and a switchblade in the other. I hit him so hard I felt ribs crack when we both hit the kitchen wall.

The Bitch – a snarling, hissing look of pure hatred on her face -threw a butcher knife in my direction as she backed toward the door. It skittered across the floor after glancing off the tough hide of my haunch. My snarl was much more effective than hers had been and she paled as I closed the one step to her and knocked her through the screen door. She was piled there as I jumped over her, smelling the strong urine smell of Scorpion, the leader, beyond.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Minni, her clothes clutched to her front, running down the road, looking back at me with fear in her eyes. Good, I thought.

I stopped and licked some of the foam off my lips before walking quickly toward Scorpion – crashing through the trees nearby. He wouldn't get very far I knew with a smile that curled my huge lips. I roared again and heard him babbling incoherently a little way away.

He was white with fear as he stood, hilariously, in the trees wearing boots, dirty shorts, and his leather jacket. I bounded to within three feet of him and stopped. I looked down, seeing the front of his shorts stain yellow and smelling the strong odor of his released bowels. His eyes turned up in his head and he went over backward like a felled tree.

I put my massive paw in the middle of his stomach and, a moment later when he regained gibbering consciousness, was still holding it there. As he looked down at it, I flexed out the three inch claws that had brought down 2,000 pound Buffalo bulls in the African svelte. Each of the four pierced his skin easily, though not deeply, as his entire body vibrated with fear.

Easing now that my fury had passed, they retreated from his skin but remained extended slightly as I brushed down his body, leaving little lines of blood to his shorts. I pulled them down and licked his flaccid dick with a tongue that outweighed his arm. Smiling in a way that showed all the sharp teeth I sported, I watched him faint from fear again.

Finished, I walked away.

A tall, sleek thoroughbred mare trotted to Minni's side a minute later. I stood in front of her until she finished putting her clothes on and then nudged her until she crawled onto my back. We loped easily back to town in the next hour.

She was looking at me strangely as she got off my back as I sidled up to the fence behind our house. Then, showing off, I reared magnificently and trotted across the open field away from her.

I almost laid on top of her in the bed, trying to still her shaking even after all this time.

After I'd returned her home, I went to the alleyway where I'd shed my clothes to take on the dog aspect before searching for her. Then I quickly walked back home to find her crying in Phil's arms, Molly and the boys solicitously hovered around them.

They'd called the police and reported the incident. Someone was scheduled to arrive at any moment. She looked at me with fear in her eyes that I'd never seen before. It wasn't just fear of the situation I'd rescued her from but somewhat of me.

The policemen and one policewoman who arrived shortly after I did, taking her in my arms to rock her, said they believed her. It seemed that a boy had run into the highway and stopped a car north of town, screaming about a lion being after him. Police had been called after he'd been taken to the emergency room for x-rays for a concussion. He'd told them everything that Minni told them now except he, and the friends they'd picked up shortly after, were hysterical with fear of a lion.

Minni, looking at me before saying anything, said she knew nothing of that. That she'd escaped through a window when they'd left her alone for a while.

The police couldn't figure out how three of the boys had been so badly scratched or so many people, nine in all, could have such similar, if outrageous, tales.

She was somewhat mollified that all but one girl had admitted that they had taken Minni – a girl from the mall – and tied her to have sex with her. They seemed to think nothing wrong with that, the policeman said with a look of disgust on his face.

The policewoman and Molly took Minni to the hospital for tests that, when they returned only a half hour later, showed that she had been raped. They promised tests on the semen and saliva they'd recovered from her body. She, needless to say, had hated the tests and hated being in the same building with the nine people even though they were, in varying degrees, disabled.

The cops thought it was moderately funny that the bikers had gotten themselves in trouble and were now claiming this outrageous story, sure they were covering their own guilt. They hadn't even bothered looking for signs of a lion because this was patently impossible and everyone knew it.

Except Minni.

She'd been thoroughly cleaned in the hospital after the samples were taken, assured there was no possibility of pregnancy thanks to her birth control pills. She still spent more than an hour in the shower, Molly staying in the bathroom with her the entire time. Talking to her.

She'd finally insisted, after a late dinner, that she was all right. I still went to bed when she went, not wanting her to be alone for even a moment. Her parents were glad that I insisted.

Now we were alone.

We lay there together for quite a while until her shivering finally went away and her breathing got more regular. I could tell she was ready to talk to me now and that there was no way I could avoid telling her anything she needed to know.

"You were there, weren't you Sue?" she said. It wasn't really a question. "You said you were there and untied me and told me to go out the window."

"Yes," I sighed. Resigned. I knew this could mean the end of my time staying here with them all. I couldn't stay with her if she feared me.

"You saw the lion. Just like those…" She couldn't get it out.

"Yes," I answered. It wasn't quite the truth but close enough.

"I thought I was going crazy," she mumbled into my neck.

"No. You're not crazy."

"How?" she said.

"You don't need to know that. Just accept that the lion was there and helped you."

"No. I want to know." Her body had stiffened in my arms. "I saw it come through the window. Crashing." She was shivering again even though our positions hadn't changed and, if anything, the night was a little warm.

"It threw them around the room!" An edge of hysteria was moving up through her. "I was so afraid! I was tied like a lamb! All it had to do was turn and I'd be dead! And then… and then…"