There Ain't No Justice Number 079

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My attention thus diverted, I barely notice in time the second flash of white coming up on my blind side, and I sense something vaguely feline in its form as I quickly turn and regard the threat. Power leaps from my fingertips, blasting the creature so unwise as to hunt me. It is (was) a white bengal tiger. It's mate fixes me with a feral stare, as it leaps over someones stack of garbage cans and slowly pads in my direction. Its body is sleek, beautiful and deadly. But its not enough. I cast my will upon its form and change it... its body becomes sleeker still, its gait becomes bipedal. Its forepaws lengthen into true hands, with claws still attached. The eight tiny nipples lining its belly migrate upwards, melding into four graceful, humanlike breasts. I change the shape of its skull slightly, lengthening the hair on its head, until it is something half tigress, half human. Finally, I change its hunger, and it smiles at me with a come-hither smile. She glides into my embrace, the soft fur of her body tickling mine. Her claws draw tiny red lines upon my back as I entwine my tongue with hers, my hands cupping her wonderfully silky breasts. I take a step back from her for a moment, and she frowns. With my left hand I reach for something in midair, and grasp *something*. The street behind us peels away to reveal sumptuous bedroom, and with a grin she leaps past me to the bed. I join her there, and begin to nuzzle her neck, and discover I haven't hands enough to fondle all her breasts at once. Sitting up for a moment, I flex my body like _so_ , and another pair of arms slowly form beneath my own. In seconds, I have hands enough for the task, and proceed to seduce my tigress. As we lie entwined upon the satin sheets, she nibbles my ear, drops of blood spotting the pillow beside her head. Her claws rake my back as I plunge myself deeper and deeper within her, until at last we both climax explosively. I watch her as she dozes, and I smile to myself. The bed and my lover fade away. I draw my lower arms back within myself, and flex my back, and feel the wings draw themselves apart from my flesh. They finally pull themselves free, and with one mighty burst, I am airborne. The scene has changed. Dark spires of rock surround me now, and I can feel the bite of the wind on my pinions. The wind is no longer merely a force against me, it is a living entity. I feel it flow against me, and I can sense its updrafts. I catch one and let it bear me high above the spires. In the distance, I can see the desert to my left, and higher, proper mountains to my right. I choose the mountains. I soar over the final peak to find a deep crevase spread out before me. Within its depths is the movement of people, and animals, and carts. I allow myself to drop down into the canyon, and I look at the wonders of this new place. The people are of every hue. Brilliant blues, irridescant oranges, ebony, bone and every other shade you could name. Their clothing seems designed more for decoration than protection or warmth: some wear nothing more than breechcloths. My own skin has become the color of varnished mahagony, complete with lines of grain. My wings, once leathery and plain are now feathered in a riot of colors, some of which seem to change and run together as they move. I spy before me, perched up high on one of the cliffs, what resembles a great archway flanked by two statues that I know instinctively resemble myself. A flick of my wings and I am there, alighting upon the stone. I walk within the torchlit chamber. At the back of the room, stairs wind downward into the stone. I set my hand upon the banister and begin the long climb downwards. As I take each step, the texture of the air around me changes. First it is hot, then it is cold, and sometimes it feels almost as if it were made of a million raindrops, and at yet others it has the harsh texture of sandpaper. I notice that I, too, have been changing. My wings are gone, replaced by a long silken robe of many colors. I watch as this, too, changes, becoming clothing better suited to the waking world, not this mountain temple i had entered. The stairs finally level out and I find myself grasping a backpack, dressed in '90s casual clothes, caught in a press of people exiting some large building. I am walking along a slightly elevated street, approaching a bus stop with my fiancee. We step down off the sidewalk and take our places upon the benches there. To my left, I spot an old girlfriend, one I have not seen in years. She hasn't seen me yet, though. I close my eyes and stretch myself, reaching out with my mind to gently touch hers, as we used to be able to do.... I feel her glance my way, and I tremble with her at the shock of her recognition. She speaks my name... or what was my name, years ago. I slowly open one eye and look her way, finally allowing a smile to cross my face. I speak her name, and it echoes in my ears with the sound of twarted desires, and a mixture of memories, both good and bad. I turn to my fiancee, and introduce her to my old flame, and watch as she changes into the half-human half-tigress creature I had loved earlier. As she moves past me, i see that my old flame, too, has changed. Her centauroid form seems carven from a single piece of silver, and in her hands she weilds a staff. They fight, there upon the concrete, as the background slowly melts to that of an ancient coliseum, where ghostly citizens cheer and throw flowers upon the field. The shape of the coliseum draws itself about me, becoming more oval in shape. The stone softens, takes on grain, becomes wood. Soon I stand upon the decks of a massive sailing ship. I walk to the port side rail, and see endlessly stretching desert sands. I walk to the bow, and there upon the sand I see a thousand sweating backs, all pulling in unison to draw the ship across the wastes. Time passes. A large dark shape appears in the distance ahead, which slowly comes into focus, revealing itself to be a giant head. The multitude who bore my ship across the sands drop their towlines, and with much chanting, stride one after another into the open mouth. When the last of them has been devoured, the head turns its eyes to meet my own, and speaks a single word, a word which echoes in my ears, filling my mind, blotting out all other thought, reverberating, becoming faintly familiar, then changing tone to become... The alarm. I sit up in my bed, the grey light of dawn creeping into my room. 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