Warning: Adult Language, sex, rape & Situations
The coming of the
Felimen
by Ebonhawk
In these times of fear and suspicion, American justice is now
preparing to meat out long over due justice to the man that has been
dubbed the father of the Felimen species. Welcome to live senate
coverage of the trail of Dewan Fransis Wilson for crimes against
humanity. We here at the crime channel have be committed to bringing
you every moment of the testimony. Well today's testimony is expected
to be the most emotional and explicit of these proceedings. Today the
world will hear the full story of how this nightmare began. The
author of this tragedy, Dewan Fransis Wilson will take the stand.
What some of you may not now is that the full senate has voted
unanimously to suspend Dewan's right to not incriminate himself.
Since he has declined to testify to this point, the senate committee
has decided to use truth serum to force him to speak. Tickets for
this historic trail have been dispensed on a random lottery basis.
Only one member of the media was allowed to attend and luckily, my
fellow reporters chose me.
Oh, I see that the panel is coming in and sitting down. This eleven-
man board of respected judges hails from Europe, North America and
Asia. They are all male and as they file it, if is apparent to me
that the last 3 months of trail have begun to take it's toll on them.
Most of them sit down and immediately lean forward in their chairs.
In the center of the board is Chief Justice Evans from Ontario,
Canada. Many have accused him of being sympathetic to Wilson but this
reporter is not one of them. Most of the persons in the gallery seem
to feel that his true agenda is in finding out as much as is possible
about the Felimen as he can.
Now the prosecution is coming in. They are led by the brilliant legal
styling of Teal Grossmen of the United States. He has become a
significant political force in America since he was assigned the duty
to prosecute Wilson by Madame President Boxer. It was at his
instigation that the Wilson's rights were removed. This reporter
feels that Grossmen is not just interested in the political power he
is generating. He has a personal vested interest in the efforts to
defeat the Felimen threat.
Crowd begins to make noises
<BOOOOOOO>
"Felimen scum"
<Hissss>
"Die traitor"
The crowd is turning very ugly.
Yes, I can see him. It is the monster and the man. This is the man
that threatens all mankind with extinction. It is Dewan Fransis
Wilson. For the radio audience, Dewan is a 6'6" African American. He
is wearing a black suit jacket and a restraint collar. Today, he
looks different. His formerly long braided light brown hair is
totally gone. He is sporting numerous bruises and cuts. His entire
forehead is covered with a brown bandage. Most importantly, his
right arm has an armband with a metal ring. They are forcing him to
sit down using the collar. His handlers, both US Marines, have
retrieved metal restraints off of the silver tray behind Dewan. I
doubt that he even sees what they are going to … wait a second…he is
screaming something. Thanks to the isolation booth (and the
deactivated mike), I can't hear what he is saying. I can read his
lips but in deference to the children that are observing these
historic proceedings I will refrain from re-transmitting what he is
saying. He is fighting like the marines are out to kill him. These
trained and disciplined warriors are finding it hard to restrain him
with out hurting him. They have had to resort to repeatedly using the
butts of their riffles…now it's over. The marines have each grabbed
an arm or a leg and are fastening them to the chair. The white suited
doctor is coming in to the enclosure. He takes Wilson's arm and with
one smooth action he has pushed the needle gun into the metal ring on
Wilson's arm. I have been told that the shot will be effective almost
immediately and will last only about 15 minutes.
Over at the defense desk, Princess Vilona has taken her seat. She has
been very quiet in this trial and most observers have heaped words
like "incompetent" and "pitiful" on her for her legal
skills. On the
plus side, she is wearing her very best outfit. It is guaranteed to
be on the cover of O!
It looks like they are ready to begin.
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I am Dewan Fransis Wilson. I am an archeologist. I have a fellowship
from UMBC. I live in a $250,000 home on the beach. I drive a BMW and
am on the board of three museums. I have never thrown a punch in
anger. I have go to church every Sunday that I can. All that is gone
now. As I look around all is clear Plexiglas. Outside, every human
being wants me dead. I don't blame them. I have started a greater
evil then Hitler. I am not guilty of genocide, but I maybe guilty of
Xenocide. I may have killed all mankind. And it was all a horrible
mistake.
It all started about five years ago. I got received a gift in the
mail. It was an Onyx ankh sent to me by my oldest friend Akamad Ali
Rostaophano for my birthday. I thought nothing of it until I went to
my grandmother's post office to collect her mail.. Like all postal
facilities on the poor side of town, it had a metal detector. Imagine
my surprise when I set it off. The postal official scanned me and we
were both shocked to find out that the ankh that I was wearing was
the cause.
The full impact of the discovery was lost on me until I told Gil
Revel. He is a nuclear physicist and my racket ball partner. Between
sets I relayed him my story. He was fairly worried. He claimed that
this could be potentially deadly. We rushed to my home, gathered the
pendent and ran towards his lab. We had gotten almost to the lab
door, when I ran into Becky. Literally. She was coming out of the lab
and I tripped over her feet and fell on her.
Becky was an Irish wunderkind. She graduated high school at 12.
Finished her double doctorate in medieval history and folk dance at
21. At 25, he was a tall girl – almost 6' – with sparkling green eyes
and red hair. Playboy would have paid a million dollars to take a
picture of her model-like body. But all I wanted was for her to wear
my ring.
When she went to get a teaching post in America, she had her choice
of universities. She choose my school - UMBC. It was an unusual
choice. Later, she told me she took the job because she runes told
her to take it. She had settled into her position nearly a year
before I even met her. We meet at a meeting of PETA on campus. When I
saw her it was love at first sight. From that day on, I knew she
would be the love of my life. It must have taken her a little longer
to realize this because she would never say yes to my question.
She wasn't happy about having been run over but I convinced her to
come with us and that I would make it up to her later. She smiled at
me and I knew that I would have to go to see Lion King with her. She
had been trying to get me to go with her for the last three months.
Now I couldn't avoid it any longer. Don't get me wrong! I like cats.
I have a Desert Lynx that I love dearly. His name is Jack (like
in "You don't know…). I take him on all my digs. No matter what has
happened to me in the last 4 years, Jack has always been there to
lend me a purr, a paw or a dead rodent. I even taught him to play
fetch. But there is the difference. Being a cat is one thing. Doing a
musical about a lions was something different. To me, the very
idea, that anyone could get enjoyment out of watching grown men and
women dancing around on a stage mewing like cats seemed so incipit at
the time that I just had to avoid it at all costs.
With my fate sealed, the three of us headed to the nuclear physics
lab. When we tested the pendant it was radioactive. The radiation was
high in the gamma portion of the spectrum but most surprisingly
enough it was also old. Three thousand years old, Gil told me. I
asked Gil if this could have been produced naturally and he said no.
In fact, he doubted that he could produce it himself. He explained
that stone could hold nuclear ionization nearly well enough for this
level of radioactivity.
I had a theory. This stone had to be part of a machine from a society
at least as advanced as our own. The radioactivity could have been
the residual from a nuclear explosion. I postulated that the Sahara
was therefore, not a natural desert. I postulated that it was created
by the destruction of an advanced and unknown society.
I told my theory to many of my peers. Every last one thought that I
was crazy. I can't say that I fully disagreed with them. The only
evidence I had was an elevated radiation reading on a cheap looking
onyx ankh. It took me nearly a year to drum up support for an
expedition. No one wanted to put his/her name on the fellowship. The
project would have died there if it wasn't for Becky.
She gave my project life by transforming it into a dance recital in
Cairo under the sand. She made it sound like it was dancers trying to
represent the buried life of a fossil. It was such hooey. I knew that
it would never fly. That didn't stop us from trying. She worked the
Arts faculty and I worked the Anthropology side. When the vote came
up, both departments put up an equal share for the project. Becky
and I were so happy that we went to Atlantic City to celebrate.
First, we saw the Lion King. Then we made love. Three times. Then we
capped off the trip by getting married.
After what seemed like a two months of organizing the trip, the three
of us (Becky, myself and, or course, Jack) were on our way to the
heart Sahara Desert. The next three months were the closest thing
that I have ever had to heaven. Becky and I spent our days working
side by side in the dig searching for the legacy of a phantom people.
We spent our nights dancing under the stars and making love on the
desert sands. I thought that it would never end. I was a romantic
fool back then.
No, the more I think about it I was just a fool.
One night, Becky and I were enjoying each other's company when Jack
came in with something. He wanted to play fetch but I was too busy
catting around with Becky to care. I hissed at him so that he would
know that I was busy. He dropped whatever he brought in and went back
outside of the tent. I could hear him having his fun with the lady
cats outside and I don't know if it was the heat or just the eminent
on-rush of our common climax, but just for a moment I thought about
how nice it might be if Becky and I were cats making love like they
do.
We had a nice sex-life. I liked it and Becky made no secret that she
loved the way I gave her pleasure. It was a timing thing. I liked
romance, hugging, kissing and the road up to the top. I had seen
Jack in action before. He would hop on, do his thing and then the
girl kitty would go wacky. Of course, the girl-kitty usually got
really wild by the end, so he had to get off before he got clawed. He
was quick so he never seemed to get hurt. The girl cats would always
come back for seconds and thirds. No foreplay needed. Just hard and
fast sex. Admittedly the thought of getting killed for a roll in the
sack was not very appealing but the power to create that kind of
pleasure for Becky and myself, with such speed and sureness, was an
attractive thought. It was so attractive that shared it with her. For
a moment, we allowed ourselves the momentary pleasure of role-playing
that we were feline and making love.
The next morning, Becky was gone. As a walked over to mister-espresso
machine, I slipped and fell on the floor. I thought that I must have
been a map tube. It wasn't. It was a red metal rod. Inscribe on it's
surface was a thousand hieroglyphs. Even at a glance, I could see
they were far older and more finely inscribed then anything I had
ever seen. I touched it and I felt a surge of static electricity flow
through my body. For a moment, I thought that I saw the rod glow. I
blinked my eyes and whatever I had seen was gone. I thought that it
was just my imagination.
I made a bee-line for my Giggercounter. Gil had recalibrated it so
that I could tell if I found the same radiation. I looked down at
the gauge. The needle rose swiftly right up to the mark and stopped.
I had succeeded. Jack was lying in the corner, basking, when I ran
over to him and picked him up rubbed him right behind the ear.
Looking back on it I was surprised that he didn't scratch me. I then
proceeded to award Jack with the first ever Radioactive Ankh metal
for excellence in archeology by a horny feline. Maybe I shouldn't
have done that. I was so happy that I didn't even think to tell
anyone else. I made a rough copy of the markings and then locked
myself in the satellite truck. In quick order, I had made the three
mistakes that would lead to the loss of everything I held dear.
I sent the information to my computer at home. What it sent back to
me made no sense. It was incomprehensible. It read loosely
translated: "Unity. All things are one. All people are part of nature
and all is a part of man. All are the children of Ra [the sun god
of the Egyptians]. I make all things one. Only those of Phoenix
Blood, my choose to defeat my power. All others are not of the path
of stars and are bound to the touch of Bas and by this rod will learn
that all is unity."
I thought that it was a bad computer translation because it didn't
make any sense. I divided the text up into peaces and distributed it
among my colleges. If my computer had failed, my archeological
community would not. It was not going to be defeated that easily. I
had gotten off the phone with the last contributor when I realized
that the sun was rising again. I had been in the van for 20 hours
just to find out that the computer was right.
I was looking forward to going to sleep when I heard a roar coming
from my tent. It sounded like a lion had gotten into my tent. My
blood turned to ice when I realized that the my young bride might be
eaten or mauled. I ran to the tent and found a cat there. It had
brown fur and a lion's tail but she stood on two feet. It had breasts
and a vulva – it was a she. I knew that I had never seen such a
thing, but in addition to tawny fur that covers the creature's body,
she had hair. She stood look looking in the mirror. She checked her
fangs as if she had never seen them. Her hand (or paws or is it
pands) had only three fingers and a thumb but each had a 3 inch long
claw. She lightly pushed at the mirror and it moved on the post.
Then she pointed her pand up to the sky and the claws retracted into
her hand, obviously at her command.
I looked at her and had to ask, "What are you?"
She turned and looked at me, "I am a cat and I am a human. I am all
that was the being that you knew of as Beth and that you befriended
as Jack. I know all that they knew and more."
"Please, tell me what has happened to Becky", I begged.
It was a difficult explanation. The actual incident was simple
enough, but as she spoke, she would sub vocalize extra pronouns using
her second vocal cords. She said:
"Jack(I) waited for you to return. He(we) knew that you were happy
with him(us) and he(we) wanted to play chase (what you call catch). He
(we) waited and waited. When you did not return and Becky(I) did. Jack
(we) asked her(us). Jack(I) brought to me(us) the rod to show Becky
(me) that Jack (I) had brought you a trophy and should be rewarded.
When Becky (I) reached down to take the rod from Jack's (our) mouth
we felt power flow between each other the amulet and the rod. Becky's
(our) clothes were destroyed and our bodies were pulled together. We
screamed and then our bodies became one. Just now we have awakened.
Now we are one. We are a unity of feline and human. We are a freak.
We still feel many changes in us are not complete but we are not
scared."
"Becky."
"I am not Becky."
"…uh, Jack??"
"You may call me Alex"
"As in Alexandra. I like it. This being so close to Egypt and all."
It was then that Alex smiled. An involuntary shiver shocked through
my body at the appearance of her fangs. It was a second before I
realized that she was looking at the flap of the tent. Gathered
there was everyone from the dig – 12 dance and archeology students.
She licked her lips and panic ensued. One girl, named Tanya, fainted
dead away. Everyone else ran. They didn't wait to get in the vehicles
they just ran. It took me a second to realize that they had run
because she was about to attack them. As she passed, I saw her tail
fluff and stand straight up. When Alex got to Tanya she stopped and
stood over her body. Alex opened her mouth, impossibly wide and was
about to bite down on the back of Tanya's spine.
"Stop" I screamed.
She did. She closed her mouth picked up the girl and brought her to
me.
"Bind her", she said.
I put the girl on our bed, tied her up and gagged her. I don't know
why but I knew if she ran then Alex would kill her. While I was
working on the girl, I thought that Alex was behind me. She wasn't.
She returned almost an hour later. I had her sit down and I looked in
her vertically silted eyes. She had killed everything – humans and
animals. Not a scent or stain of any of it was on her, but somehow I
knew. She had done it to keep her secret. I knew that we last two
humans were next.
I removed my clothes and I sat next to her and brought her face to
mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. The meaning was clear.
Her body was different in other ways then I had easily seen. Her
tongue was rough. Her fur was softer then it looked. I put my face
between her legs and opened her. Her vulva had a weird extra hole on
each side of the clitoris. The clitoris itself was larger and more
sensitive then when she was Becky. The vagina was still mostly the
same except for some ribbed sections. As I used my tongue and lips on
her sex, she responded more intensely then she ever had as a human.
She climaxed three times from my ministrations. Each time she came,
her claws and fangs shredded anything in reach. She caught me the
first time she came and gave me a couple of painful cuts. I
considered mounting her so that she couldn't hurt me when she came.
She looked at me as if she had seen the thought in my mind.
It was the moment of truth. Instinctively, she got on all fours. She
pushed her tail into my face and then pulled it over her head. She
looked like..a cat ready to be mated and not the women that I had
married. I wanted to turn her around but she had sunk her claws into
the bedding. To turn her I would have to take her this way first. I
tried to insert my self into her but I encountered a lot of
resistance. It took me a second or two to realize that she was a
virgin. In humans, it is easier to tell and I didn't think such a
thing was even a consideration for tabby cats. I was about to stop
when she pushed back against me hard. Then I was in her to the hilt.
I looked down and saw relatively little blood. I tried to pull out
and couldn't. I could move in and out but somehow she could prevent
me from fully withdrawing. I realized that I had no choice. I thrust
into her slowly and so as not to hurt her. She push back against me
until I moved faster. Soon I was humping like a teenager. I was
relieved when she finally came. Her muff let me pull out, but she put
her paw on my arm. She looked me in the eye as if to warn me that I
was still not done. She wanted me to come in her and clearly was not
going to take "no" for an answer.
I turned her on her back so that she could to face me. She looked
disappointed. I made love to her. We rocked back and forward. She
proved to be just as sensitive in this position as she was in the
last. She came again and again. Each time she would go wild and
almost kill me. She was so happy that she licked be repeatedly.
Between her tongue, her claws and her fangs, I was bleeding in
several areas. Then I was done and she came again. I tried to hold
her from harming me again but she did anyway.
She purred for a couple of seconds and then she sunk her claws into
me. She picked me up my shoulder and laid me beside Tanya.
"You know I don't think that I like getting screwed very much. I
rather use my member.", Alex said.
She stood over my head and looked down at me. I had a full view of
her labia. I watched in horror as I saw her clitoris grow. I wanted
to look away but I couldn't. It was terrifying. First, it got longer.
One inch then two. When it was 4 inches long it started to expand in
diameter. In less then a minute, it was 8 inches long and 3 inches
round. The most terrifying part was that it had a cat's spiny organ.
The quills were like small sewing needles. Then I knew what unity
meant. It was a union of both creatures that had touched the rod –
including sex organs. It was a hermaphrodite!
It looked at Tanya. Tanya was a nice girl. She was born in Mexico.
She was just like Becky in her intelligence and drive. Becky loved
her like a daughter. Alex's look was not at all matriarchal. It
untied Tanya from the bed and turned her over on to all fours. Alex
licked it's lips and got behind Tanya. Tanya knew what was going to
happen to her. She squeezed her legs together and tried to squirm
away from Alex's touch. Alex mewed in pleasure. It pushed it's claws
into her arm and pulled her back. Tanya screamed in pain but the gag
wouldn't let her be heard. Tanya tried to angle her butt down and
away from Alex. Alex responded by grabbing, Tanya's long hair and
pulled her head down and forcing her butt up. Tanya's began to cry.
Alex gentility licked the tears off of Tanya's face and then it
smiled. Shim liked it. It liked overpowering Tanya. I
couldn't
help but shot Alex a look of utter contempt. It saw what I was doing
and said, " You really shouldn't feel sorry for her. Tanya, here, put
the moves on me when I was simple Becky. Now I will use on of the
sperm that you have so graciously given me to transform her. This
way, I don't have to kill her and she can keep you company."
With that he (or she..well, shim) pushed shim self inside of the
helpless girl. Alex bit her neck just slightly and a small trickle of
blood flowed down the side of her neck. She tried to scream but I
gagged her. I used my good arm and pulled off her gag. At least, she
could beg for her life. I wasn't expecting for her to scream "More,
please" and "fill me up" and "I am yours".
Tanya's face was a mask of confusion. She didn't want this. She hated
this. It was violent and she loving it. She was repulsed by the same
very creature that she was begging to make love to her. Somehow she
was being changed to like this abuse. I stroked Tanya's face and
cried for her. Alex had, somehow, stolen a piece of her soul and even
her ability to object to it's loss. Alex rammed into her for a good 5
minutes as hard and fast as anything Jack had ever done with his
mates. Shim made a weird purring sound when it came. Tanya screamed
for a second in pain and then began to cum violently. When her spasms
subsided, Tanya collapsed in to unconsciousness. Alex withdrew,
waited and watched Tanya. It only took 5 minutes before I could see
her fur growing over her light brown skin.
Then I felt shim's hands on me.
"How could you? I am your husband. I loved you. This isn't like you.
Snap out of it.", I pleaded.
I couldn't resist. I was tired and had a lot of blood loss. I was on
my face in less then a hot second. I felt it's hand on my crotch.
It used its male voice. "Why don't you get it yet. Your wife is gone
and so is your cat. They are me now. What I am going now is natural.
You will understand after the change."
I felt the pricks on my butt. I knew it now. I was going to be raped.
I tried to move but it was stronger then me. I wanted to beat on it
but the cumulative effects of the cuts and bruises, had sapped my
strength. The left side of my body was totally numb. I tried to kick
at it with my right leg but when I connected it didn't even notice.
Then shim found my asshole and shoved hard. I screamed, "No. Damn it.
Don't do it. Let me go you damn, HERM!"
"You can't fight evolution. You have given me a few million sperm. My
body will change each one into a mutating agent. Thanks to your
generosity, my prickly penis can make anyone half-cat and half-human -
a Feliman. All of the others will have his/her original sex. When
and Feliman makes love to a human, the human will be transformed into
one of us. You should be honored that I have chosen for you to be
part of the first breeding pair of Feliman." Shim shoved even harder
and said "And don't call me a HERM! Call me your god!!" With that I
felt the fluid in my butt. I was destroyed. I had lost everything or
so I thought.
By the morning, I was still human. Tanya, cut her own bonds. She
cuddled against me. She stopped the flow of blood on my shoulder and
then wrapped herself around me to keep me from going into shock. I
looked up at Alex and asked, "Should I call you, Alexander or
Alexandra?"
"Both" it responded sounding both feminine and masculine.
"Why don't you kill me?", I asked.
"Because before I was you made me with child."
It rubbed it's belly and then Alex left my life.
I never did become a Feliman. I never understood why Tanya had bonded
to me and, in time, I to her. In the last 4 years, we discovered
(through her) what it was to be a feline humanoid. We survived her
first heat and found ways that allowed her to maintain the most
important parts of her humanity. By the time we broke camp, Tanya was
mostly human under the fur. As for me, the information on the rod
pretty much states that anyone with northern African blood can choose
transformation at anytime after being exposed to the feline-
transformation agent. But as much as I have come to love Tanya, I
will not allow myself to be changed until we catch our rapist and
make it pay. Once we got out of the desert, we started to see Alex's
handiwork. The people where either dead or changed after she passed
through. We followed Alex were ever it went. Tanya and I fought Alex
at every turn. I discovered that Alex was attacking the gay and
lesbian communities first. It knew that the population at large would
not notice if a few homosexuals disappeared. Then once it has
converted enough of them, then it moves on the heterosexual clubs.
The last stage of the attack occurs without Alex even in the area as
all of the altered creatures swarm the human population. It takes
less then a month for her to destroy even a large city. I had
wondered how it was she could get to be with so many people so fast.
It was Tanya that figured out that Alex has some weird pheromone
agent that it can use on some humans.
With all this knowledge, we were able to stop her before she took New
Orleans. I even began to think that we might be close to defeating
it. That was when Alex told the world that I had created the Feliman.
Now that the US government had a target, they moved on us. Tanya
escaped the government raid, but I was arrested. Now, as Alex goes
from community to community and the governments of the world are
helpless to stop the wakening of the Felimen Revolution.
I could tell them that my genes are a natural antidote to the
transformation.
No. They don't want the truth.
They want a fall guy.
That would be me.
I know that they will not ask me any of this. I will tell them
anyway.
Now they have striped me of my human rights, I don't even care if
humanity is doomed or not. All I want is to find a nice safe place
to raise some cubs with Tanya.
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*I am leaving it here. I hope you like it.
This story is Copyright of Ebonhawk (Steven Purdie) Thursday,
December 07, 2000 – Do not distribute without authorization. Do not
steal. It is mine. Do not share with minors- it is illegal and
expressly forbidden. Note that ideas and concepts in this work of
fiction may or may not be the thoughts of anyone, much less the
writer. God save the Flag.