Gangster's Paradise: Prologue

Terry woke up to the warmth of the rising sun on his face and the itch of something crawling across his body. “Shit!” He cursed, brushing himself frantically as he shot up off the ground. He tried to find out what was on him, ants he could deal with, roaches meant he would clean the entire crib and spiders meant he would scream like a bitch. But whatever had been crawling over him was gone now, lost in the grass that filled Terry with even more questions.
 
“Where the fuck…” He wasn’t in bed, he wasn’t in his home. Hell, despite the grass and trees he wasn’t even in the park. He had no idea where he was, his surroundings wild an untamed unlike anywhere he had ever been. There was no trail, no city noises in the distance, just the rustling of leaves and the occasional birdsong.
 
Was he dreaming? He’d experienced some pretty vivid nightmares in the past, but nothing this real and usually he wouldn’t have his gun on him. The glock in his waistband was some comfort and it reminded him what he had been doing before this.
 
Old man Howards, better known to the residents of Maple Street as Boo Radley, was dead or dying. The creepy old man was almost never seen outside his house, but apparently it had been a while even by his standards so someone called the fire department to check on him and then the fire department called an ambulance to take him away. Terry didn’t really feel anything when he heard about the old man. He had probably only seen him on his porch like ten times in his years on Maple Street, each time he either seemed high as fuck and lost to the world or tweaky and angry, glaring holes into whoever was unlucky enough to walk past his crib.
 
If anything his death was a good thing for Terry. The old man lived alone and it was practically a guarantee his house would be empty that night. The glock and the switchblade in his pocket were just insurance if something went wrong.
 
“Well something went wrong motherfucker. Now what?” He whispered bitterly to himself. His crowbar was gone, so was his bag and his jacket which held his phone. He still had the white T-shirt he wore beneath it along with his jeans and a pair of black sneakers. He was dressed and armed, but he could also feel his hunger and thirst growing with no immediate way to take care of either.
 
So he did the only thing he could do and put one foot in front of the other. He had to hit a road eventually, but three hours into his walk he had yet to find one or anyone who could point him towards one. The longer it went the more nervous he became.
 
“Ay yooooo!” He shouted loud and long. “Is anybody out here!”
 
The response was movement. Something huge was darting off between the trees. It filled him with a primal fear, even as it flew away. Terry was not a small man, he stood six foot one, his body strong and chiseled dotted with scars and marked with tattoos across his arms and chest. On average he was the scariest motherfucker on any street he walked, but he knew no bird should ever be that fucking big! Not to mention…
 
“Nah, you trippin’, calm the fuck down.” He told himself.
 
He was just tired, but he couldn’t afford to rest either. He was only getting hungrier, but he couldn’t find anything that he knew was edible. He passed by some wild berries growing from a thorny bush. They smelled sweet and looked like massive grapes, but while he was no Bear Grylls he knew enough not to just stick whatever wild shit he found into his mouth. Still, he put a few in his pocket. He was getting desperate and it was better to have something rather than nothing.
 
The bushes only grew thicker from there, some holding the sweet smelling berries, but most not.  It was careful going as her tried to avoid thorns. His slow and scratchy movements sent a couple of animals running, he couldn’t see them, but he heard them flee which was good enough for him.
 
But suddenly he heard something coming from the bushes in his direction. It was big and moving quickly, panting and running straight for him. Terry froze, then he remembered the glock in his pants. He started to reach for it before the creature jumped forward to reveal a… rabbit… woman.
 
Terry didn’t know what else to call her. She was covered in a soft coat of black and brown fur. She stood on thick muscular legs that ended in bunny paws and she had big ears standing alert as she stared at him. But she also stood on two legs, had big human hands and bigger human titties. He almost thought it was a costume, but he didn’t know why someone would give it nipples and a pussy and more than anything the eyes were just too real, big brown eyes that stared at him in wonder and confusion.
 
He returned the gaze and for a moment the two were frozen as they each tried to figure out their next step. Then there was more rustling behind the rabbit. She ran, more liked jumped, taking powerful leaps at ridiculous speeds, but she wasn’t fast enough. “Jesus!” Terry cursed as something leapt out of the bushes and onto the rabbit woman.
 
The two rolled across the ground, screaming and fighting making it hard for Terry to see what he was dealing with aside from grey fur and the occasional glimmer of sharp claws. Finally, they came to a stop, the newcomer pinning the rabbit underneath her with a satisfied look on her face.
 
This one was a cat woman, short with lean muscle under her grey fur and little cat ears emerging from the side of her head.  She turned from the rabbit to look at Terry with big green cat eyes. Her ears pulled back and her tail flicked with annoyance as she let out a low hiss.
 
Terry got the message, he was not wanted here. “Alright chill,” he said as he slowly backed away from the beasts. “I don’t want no trouble.”
 
Once he had back away enough the cat woman seemed to calm down instead focusing on the whimpering rabbit beneath her.  Terry knew she was fucked. Her legs sported deep gashes near the ankles along with a significant cut in her throat, with a dozen more scratches across her body. There was no running and there was a good chance she was going to bleed out.
 
The cat seemed to know this too and she rose off her prey only to watch her try to stand and fail. She started to crawl away on her hands and knees slowly when the cat raked her claws across her ass.  The bunny gave a loud, but broken scream before coughing up blood as it tried to quicken its pace.  It didn’t get far, the cat grabbed it by the hip and rolled the rabbit onto its back before carving a deep gash across it’s stomach. Another broken squeal and she tried to flee while the cat watched with amusement.
 
‘It’s playing with her.’  Terry thought becoming more aware of the pistol in his waistband. He wasn’t a hero and it wasn’t like he didn’t understand what was going on here, bizarre as it was. Niggas gotta eat and he had done some fucked up things to put food on the table himself. But this wasn’t hunting anymore, it was torture and the broken screams of the rabbit were far worse than anything he had heard from a man. Somehow, against all reason he found himself drawing his weapon. “Back the fuck off!”
 
The cat remembered he was there and turned to hiss at him again. This time Terry didn’t back off. He aimed above the cat girl's head and fired a warning shot that echoed through the forest. “I said back the fuck-“
 
She didn’t let him finish, charging him on all fours with an angry howl. Terry adjust his aim and fired. The first two shots missed, she was just as fast if not faster than the bunny and was hard to follow. The third shot sunk into her should and slowed her down when she was less than thirty feet away. The next shot caught her in her thigh while the last struck her in the face. That one caused her to howl again and veer off course before falling to the ground. She twitched and screamed, but was moving even slower than the rabbit. The last shot had taken her eye and probably done brain damage as well. “I warned you, you crazy bitch…” He muttered beneath her screams before he giving her two mercy shots to the dome.
 
The cat went limp, her blood oozing onto the grass below as Terry tried not to hurl. It wasn’t like he’d never fought for his life before, not like he’d never put someone down, but on top of all this other weird shit… “What the hell is going on?”
 
He just killed some kind of cat monster. What the fuck even was she? Some kind of government experiment? A bigfoot or some shit? He remembered the “bird” he saw earlier as well, it’s oddly feminine frame and face. Turns out he wasn’t trippin’ after all. And the rabbit…
 
He turned to her to see her staring at the dead cat in wide eyed terror. He had rescued her, but not really. He was no doctor, he had no supplies and she was cut to shit. She wasn’t going to last much longer. His gun hand trembled. Should he put her down too? He had already fired 7 rounds. He only had ten more and no idea how many more of these things there were. Could he really afford another mercy kill? Then again, he still had his blade.
 
But before he could decide to shank the rabbit she began to glow. Terry’s fear and confusion was mixed with a weird sense of déjà vu. He had seen this before, but where? What did it mean? Well for starters it meant changes. As the glow began to fade away there was still a rabbit woman sitting in front of him, but a very different one. It was like all the rabbit parts of her had been focused into her tail and ears, mostly the ears as they now hung down to her knees. The rest of her could have passed for a normal person with pale skin and big dark eyes. Her breast had shrunk considerably, but her ass had become rounder. Still there was a firmness to it and all of her body, clearly stronger than most girls. Yet the most miraculous thing about the change was that all her wounds seemed to have healed.
 
“How the fuck…” Terry asked, but the rabbit seemed just as confused as him. She stared at her hairless body and held up her long ears and when he spoke he seemed to look to him for some kind of answer. When none came she began to stand up and walked towards him. Terry followed her gaze to the gun in his hand. “Hey, I don’t want any trouble, I just saved your ass, remember?”
 
The rabbit just looked at him in confusion before trying to respond with a broken purring sound. “Yeah, I don’t know what that means? What the fuck are you?” She didn’t give him an answer, just closing the distance between them with her eyes on his gun. He pulled it behind his back and she looked him in the eye.
 
Terry had no idea what to do next until he remembered the berries in his pocket. It wasn’t a great plan, but she’d probably understand a peace offering, right? “You hungry?” He asked as he pulled out one of the berries. She seemed to recognize and when he stretched out his hand towards her she took it, or tried to anyway. The juicy berry seemed firm enough to Terry, but it popped like a bubble the moment she put her hands on it. The rabbit seemed surprised too, but after a second she settled for licking the juices off her hand.  He offered her another one and this time she was more careful, taking it gently in her hand before cramming it in her mouth.
 
“Well at least you can eat them. Fuck it.” He was thirsty, hungry and exhausted. If it was good enough for her he could try one at least. He took one of the berries out and bit half of it. It was just as sweet as it smelled and the juice was cool and refreshing on his tongue.  Pleased, he finished it off and reached for another in his pocket. He had about four left, but he decided to hold off, he didn’t know when he’d find more and oddly he was already feeling kind of full.
 
As he finished off the last berry the rabbit woman leaned in to sniff him, at first it was just his hand and he thought she was looking for more food, but then she was up at his neck. “Uhhh…” Once she was satisfied there she grabbed his shirt and pulled. “Hey!” he roared as he tried to pull it back, but all he did was stumble onto his back as she ripped it clean off of him.
 
Suddenly she was on top of him and for a moment he thought he was dead. Then she began to trace her hands across his tattoos. He found himself trembling at her touch, soft yet powerful. For the first time he really appreciated her naked body. Supple, yet firm and completely flawless and her face! He knew actors with makeup that couldn’t even come close to the rabbit woman’s natural looks.
 
His cock began to stir and the rabbit noticed. He was afraid to lose his pants too so as she went for them he helped undo his belt and pulled them down with his boxers. Some part of him knew this was wrong. He had no idea what she was. She didn’t even speak! Was he practically fucking an animal? Not to mention there was a dead monster like teen feet away from them as they did the deed. Whatever his decision would have been, he eventually realized it didn’t matter. When she grabbed hold of his dick he knew she was a lot stronger than him. “Augh! Fuck bitch!”
 
The rabbit jumped at the sudden scream and seem to understand as he clutched his cock. Once she settled down she easily batted his hands away before grasping him with a gentler hold and she started to lick his shaft. He couldn’t deny how it felt and soon enough he was at full mast. The rabbit grabbed him again and this time she gently guided his cock inside her wet cunt. He gasped as she took him, a weird thought in itself. He was used to being in charge and even if a bitch started things off he usually took the lead pretty quickly. But with the strong rabbit woman on top of him there was no disputing who set the pace.
 
She pinned his arms down and hopped on his cock purring and panting as she went. She tried to restrain herself, but the more worked up she became the harder her hips hammered down on him. He grunted as she did, but the rabbit didn’t seem to care. Maybe she mistook them for groans of pleasure, there had been more than a few of those as well. Finally, she leaned forward, slamming into him so hard he feared something would break. But all the time she kept her eyes on his, deep passionate, intimate. She grinned at him, it seemed teasing in a way like she had gone from prey to predator in her own way. Of course that made him the prey, a thought he found more arousing then he expected. “Hey, w-wait-hah…”
 
He was going to cum. Would he knock her up? Could he even knock her up? He wasn’t looking to find out, but he had no choice. She came first, twitching and purring as she closed her eyes and basked in the ecstasy, but as she squeezed down on him he came soon after. He groaned as she took his load, her pussy drooling before she collapsed forward onto him. He could feel her pant into his ear, tired, but pleased. She moved from pinning his arms down to wrapping her arms around him possessively as she cuddled against him. Terry had neither the mental or physical power to exist. He’d been awake for less than five hours and he was already spent.
 
‘What the fuck is going on?’ he wondered before he started to drift off into unconsciousness.