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The scream of tires on pavement has the changeling opening her eyes. She was not asleep, falling asleep when she wasn’t in her natural form could be dangerous, just enough relaxation and she would revert. Not the desired outcome for her flight. She reached down and grabbed the carry on with a protesting Bagheera. He had been pretty quiet during the flight, but once his cage had been jostled, he was letting his displeasure be known. She shushed him softly as she stood up as the plane pulled into the gate. Being near the very front of the plane, she watched as the flight attendant opened the door before she reached up and grabbed her carry on from the overhead bin. She could feel the impatience of the other passengers, though with her seat, she’d be the first out of the plane. She shuffled forward as the door was opened. Flashing a dazzling smile at the flight attendant, she suppressed the urge to giggle when the poor man nearly stumbled over himself looking at her.

She had spent a long time looking at what men liked sexually, she owned some clothing, but most of the time, her clothes were made by her magic as part of her transformation. She didn’t like the feel of enormous breasts when she was travelling, but she left this form with respectable sized breasts, D cups on a mid-30 something inch bust, coppery tan skin and bright blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had perfect teeth that were almost glowing white along with a well-proportioned face, making her look younger than she purported to be, she saw men’s eyes always lingering on her. She fed on their lust just walking by them. Her smile was genuine, she was away from any serious concentration of ponies with the exception of the Midwest Weather Bureau. The first thing that morning, before leaving her home, she had set up her typical ads. She spent enough money with an online marketing firm to push her ads out where she happened to be at any particular time. She’d plied her trade in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Dallas, Houston, Tampa, Miami, and several other major cities in the US. She had thought of trying internationally, and maybe would sometime in the future. Her meticulous creation of her false identities would stand up to all but the most serious of searches. She had passports for her identities as well, so she could travel where she wished.

Her phone rang, ahh, a first customer of the day. Her love reserves were decent, but getting a boost was always a good thing in her view. Her thumb swiped up on her screen and she put the phone to her ear. “This is your fantasy.” She said gently.

“Uhhh, hello.” A female voice said hesitantly.

Oh, nice, she hadn’t had a female client in a few months, a nice change of pace.

The voice stammered a few times. “Well, um, on your website, you did show a stallion…”

The changeling smiled. “Oh, certainly, we can always accommodate your desires.”

“Well, I want more than…” the voice trailed off.

“More than a romp in the hay, I quite understand.” The changeling was watching her bag come out onto the carousel. She reached out and grabbed it as she was talking. “What exactly do you want a stallion for? Other than…the obvious?”

That got a small laugh. “Well, I have a function, it should be a couple of hours, and they can handle that ponies are herbivores, and I know at least a couple of ponies are going to be there. I want a pony companion at the event and for…after.”

The changeling knew where this was going. She knew that the woman’s face was beet red at this point. It was quite endearing, many men treated hiring her was run of the mill, most of the time. And most of the time, the women were almost utterly embarrassed that they felt the need. The hesitancy baffled the changeling, but she didn’t worry about it. She’d leave them happier and a little more tired than they would otherwise be. A win-win in her book. She got outside the terminal as she was talking. “For the event, we can do a flat fee of five for the event, if it’s more than three or four hours, we can adjust. And for the after party.” She smiled, setting the hook. “Let’s just say we’ll call that a bonus.”

“Five thousand dollars.” The woman said. After a few seconds of silence, the changeling opened her mouth to perhaps start a negotiation, but the woman blurted out. “Done!”

“Good, now, what time do you want your gentlestallion to show?”

“Umm, about six, please?”

“Certainly, can do.” She glanced at her watch, plenty of time to set up a hotel room and be ready for any other calls. “Is there anything else? You aren’t going to ask what tribe you want?”

“Oh! I get a choice? Oh yes…ummm…a pegasus? Would that be okay?”

“I’ll be happy to send a pegasus stallion for you.” The changeling listened intently as the woman gave her the details she needed before closing down the conversation. She grinned as she ended the call. Not even in the city for an hour and she’s already got a booking. She blinked as the phone vibrated in her hand. Oh boy, they must be pent up. Not enough girls in her profession around apparently. “This is your fantasy.”

She smiled at the voice on the other line, wanting an incall situation. She’d already found a good hotel with not too much security that men could visit somewhat discretely but was still upscale enough for her taste. The caller was quick and to the point, letting her know what he wanted. Not anything she hadn’t done quite a few times before. She finished that conversation, six hours until her appointment, and she had another one raring to go. It was looking like her Chicago prospects are looking up. As she cleared that call, she pulled up Lyft, in a few minutes, a car would be picking her up for her hotel. She sighed happily and lifted Bagheera up. She needed to find a good residence to rent on a monthly basis, but simply two rooms at the hotel would suffice for a few days. She waved as the car pulled up. Today was going to be fun.

***

Her love reserves from her first two clients of the day were in very good shape as she trotted down the street. She’d already been told what was needed, and while it is easier to go through the city as a fellow human, getting the eyes of humans walking around as a pony was fun from time to time. She was a light blue pegasus with a tan mane, she’d guessed at a cutie mark, something not really standing out, just a lightning bolt, so humans didn’t ask too many questions about that. She stopped for a moment, looking at the building, one of the nicer hotels in Chicago, known as London House. She suppressed the desire to whistle, she could afford a place like this, but it was a bit much for her client’s needs. This woman had some money. No wonder she didn’t dicker on the price. The changeling nodded to herself and trotted into the lobby and looked around. The elevator bank was easy to find and she tapped the button before waiting patiently for the car.

Tapping for the fourteenth floor got her up there fairly quickly. Though she was pleased that there wasn’t any humans or ponies to join her on the trip up. She walked sedately to the room before tapping a hoof on the door. She glanced at her phone, which was on a strap on her forehoof. Five fifty-eight exactly. Punctuality was always highly prized.

The door opened almost instantly, and the changeling got a look at the woman standing there. Late thirties by her estimation. Blonde hair with very pale skin and blue eyes. Small breasts. She was adorned in what looked like a very expensive evening gown. The changeling smiled, looking back and forth. “Are you going to invite me in?” She’d worked hard to have a masculine voice that wasn’t overly harsh in this form. She offered a winning smile to the human.

The woman gulped before stepping back. “Of course.” She mumbled an excuse while the changeling stepped inside and watched as the door closed.

She sat down and looked at the human before extending a wing slightly. “Not what you expected?” She made a show of glancing between her legs. “I’m pretty sure I am what you asked for.”

The woman blinked. “I’m sorry, I just…” Her face started to turn red. Something the changeling found endearing, embarrassment.

“Have never done this before. I know.” She stood up, letting her tail flick back and forth. “There isn’t all that much call for stallions by ladies in my profession. But it’s nice to be needed from time to time.” Well, she’d actually turned into a stallion fairly often, mainly to please some of her male callers. But this client didn’t need to know all of that. She tilted her head slightly. “I do enjoy this sort of thing. And I enjoy presents.” Hope winked.

The woman nodded. “Where to…?” She turned and grabbed an envelope from the counter and handed it to the changeling, who nosed around into her little day bag that almost all ponies wore while on Earth. Once the money was safely ensconced she turned back to the human with a big smile.

“I prefer to get the unpleasantness out of the way first thing, then we can focus on you. How much time until we need to go for this function?”

“Oh, it’s in the hotel. We have about twenty minutes before we need to leave. Though, what would you wear?”

“The emperor’s newest.” A winning smile and a twinkle of the eye gets a grin in return. The changeling could feel the gaze trace over the dick and balls, a meaty pair full of male delight to unleash, and a member to lust over but wouldn’t hurt with a bit of care. “And we can play a bit when we get back. But what is expected of me in this function?”

The woman looked down. “Just enjoy our time, we have an awards function to go to. I was thinking about finding a…boyfriend among the ponies. But I didn’t really know how to go about it.” She looks up, an eager gleam in her eyes. “Could you give me any pointers?”

The changeling tilted her head a bit, appraising the woman. “You aren’t bad to look at. I have noticed that ponies are just as into sex as humans are, if not more so.”

Her eyes widen. “More?”

The changeling nodded. “Oh, certainly, you haven’t been around mares in heat. They are absolutely insatiable. The stallions love that time. And from what I’ve heard, plenty of human males have found visiting a pony settlement during times of heat could be quite fun if they are in the mood for sex. And finding that humans and ponies are not interfertile is a bonus for the mares, since they can enjoy sex while in heat without the worry of pregnancy when they don’t desire to procreate.”

“But what about stallions, when mares are in heat but don’t want foals?”

“Anal.”

The woman laughed, “You’re killing me!”

“Oh, we’ve had good ways to prevent pregnancy during that time. Everything from a unicorn casting a spell, to potions made by ponies that prevent pregnancy, or just use a different hole.”

The woman’s eyes widen. “Can those potions be used by humans?”

The changeling covers up her feelings with a smile. She has been repeating what she has been told by some of her clients that have interacted with ponies, and the very few ponies she’s had the unfortunate time to come across in her profession. Ponies don’t often pay for sex, but it does happen, mares more than stallions. But she has talked to many of them, learning as much as she could. She didn’t dare to show her true nature to them. “Unfortunately not, I don’t know the specifics. Though pony artificers have been looking at reliable potions for humans.”

“Interesting.”

The changeling glanced at her phone. “I’m guessing we should go?”

She tilted her wrist, her watch lighting and she inspected the face before smiling. “I think it is. Shall we? Unless you want me to give you a good reason for being late.” The changeling deliberately flagged the penis from its sheath.

“Do you need anything to eat?”

“Oh, no, I ate before I came. This is all for you.” The changeling stands up, heeling at the side of the woman as they make their way out of the room towards the elevator.

***

They both are laughing as the door is opened and they tumble into the hotel room. The changeling ensuring that the woman ended up on her back, the changeling holding the woman gently. She offered the human a winning smile. She leaned forward, kissing the woman on the lips, gently letting her tongue slip between her lips and running along the humans tongue. She pulled back. “Are we ready for the rest of the evening?”

The woman hesitated, blushing. “You must think I’m a desperate fool.” She starts, only to have the tip of a wing touching her lips to silence her.

The changeling smiled at her. “You don’t understand. Ponies have been in your world for only twenty-five years. I’m pretty sure the first interspecies sex happened within hours, if not days of the first time the ponies came across. I’ve learned that humans will bang anything that isn’t nailed down.” She tilted her head, flicking her ears forward. “I have heard of even some pony style herds forming with humans. And even outright human marriages between humans and ponies. So, desiring a pony isn’t all that unusual. We aren’t beasts, so it’s not bestiality as some have claimed.” Her time watching the news on the television along with perusing many news websites to keep abreast of what’s going on in the world is paying off for her here. She continues. “As to paying to meet one of us, that’s not all that unusual. I’m kept quite busy in my profession because humans are curious about ponies, and want to see if we like sex as much as they do.”

She reached forward and with the tip of her tongue, touched the human’s nose very gently. “And many are quite surprised that ponies have the same curiosity about humans and sex as the humans do. Perhaps you might come across a mare with a stallion that is looking to add to her herd, or a lonely stallion who hasn’t found a special somepony. Remember, there aren’t even a million ponies on your world on a permanent basis. Most work for the weather bureau, though with what’s going on in DC and in New York at the UN building, that job might expand quite a bit. Despite how some humans feel, most of your kind are welcoming to your world. And both sides are benefitting from our trade arrangements. You just need to be patient.”

The human woman reached a hand up, cupping the changeling’s cheek. “Okay, but I want to start with something.” Her other hand reaches out and caresses the changelings belly, reaching slowly back. In response, the changeling groans softly, allowing their penis to start to extend. She smiles at the delightful feelings the humans hand elicits as she finally firmly grasps the changeling’s stallionhood. She allowed a guttural growl before smiling. “Quick, and to the point, aren’t you?”

The woman gives a throaty laugh. “I was hoping to start on the bed, but right here is as good as any place. She ducks down, using her hand to guide the stiffening member closer to her face. The changeling closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being touched back there, the human knew how to treat the male anatomy well, no matter the species. One hand caressed the balls gently as she contemplated the cock as it fully hardened. “Wow.” Her hot breath washed over the now very sensitive member. Hope had forgotten the perks of assuming a male form, not the least of which was how quick, easy, and intense the pleasure came. Forget fiddling with a delicate control panel, just apply a wet warm enclosed surface and that was enough. It never felt quite right to her, though, being she was natively female and never ever quite got used to male sensations.

“Big enough for you?” The changeling hid her own anxiety, she knew on average how big the ponies were, but they were just as varied as the humans were. She had settled on smaller than average so as to not hurt the human. There had been confirmed reports of mismatched anatomy colliding with overly enthusiastic partners. The changeling cringed, remembering how long it had taken to get it right to wield an organ meant for a receptacle three times larger.

“Oh, definitely.”

The changeling smiled. “Then let us move to the bed.” She reached down all fours and extended her wings, with a strong heave, she picked up the human and deposited her gently on the bed before rolling onto her back. She stroked her member with her fetlocks while looking at the human. “You were starting something, and I do like to watch.”

“Are you a marathon boy or a laps boy?”

“As many laps as you want.”

The human licked her lips before reaching out her hand hesitantly. She gently grasped the changelings member, who allowed a guttural groan of appreciation. She encouraged the human with a smile. She watched as the woman’s tongue darted out and ran it along the flat face. She ran her fetlock along the woman’s back as she leaned closer, again her hot breath causing tingles all along the surface. The human opened her mouth widely, slowly bringing the head into her mouth. The changeling groaned as the woman brought the flair into her mouth and with that large mouthful started to suck strongly.

“Oh, baby, right there.” She said breathlessly. The human’s tongue working on the sensitive underside of the shaft. Her hands were working up and down the shaft as she continued to suck strongly. She let her body react, though she had to admit, the woman knew how to give a good blowjob. She groaned and her breathing sped up, she was going to pop soon at this rate.

Minutes passed as the human was giving the changeling a top tier blowjob, enjoying the feelings and feeding greedily on the love emanating from the human. Finally, she was ready. “Oh, keep that up and I’m gonna…” She twitched her cock.

The human’s response was fantastic, she doubled down on the blowjob, running her hands along the shaft as she sucked strongly. The changeling bucked her hips as she released. The woman swallowed as spurt after spurt of white semen hit the back of her throat. The changeling’s body convulsed as the orgasm finally abated and she collapsed onto the bed.

The human kept sucking as the changeling’s penis slowly withdrew. She finally released the penis and turned to the changeling with a smile. “That was…intense.” She murmured as she moved up to hold the changeling.

“Oh yeah.” The changeling panted.

For a long moment she held the changeling as they both rested. Before too long, the woman rubbed her hand along the changeling’s chest, eliciting a purr. “How long until you are ready again?”
In truth, she had far more control of this pony body than any pony. She could make a new erection in moments with a thought. But instead, she huffed a bit. “You want to go again already? You just tried to suck my soul out of my cock!”

That got a throaty laugh. “I know I’m pretty good with that, but I want you to fill me up, in more ways than one.”

She caused her cock to twitch under the gentle touch of the human, whose eyes widened. “Looks like someone is awake again.” She stroked gently as the member slowly expanded.

She enjoyed the soft touch of the human and stretched her neck back. “Oh, looks like it.”

The human teased her cock gently as it expanded, soft licks and touches all along the length getting growls and moans of pleasure as it expanded back to its full length. She reached her head forward, bringing the tip into her mouth and running her tongue around the face before pulling back and looking at the changeling. “So, do I need to be on my knees?”

“Oh, we are almost as flexible as you are. Some positions are harder than others. Just know I can’t make it bend downwards without breaking, so we’re going to need some real angles for cowgirl.”

She looked thoughtful for a long moment before shifting and getting onto all fours, waving her rear seductively. “Nah, I like it. We call it doggy style.”

The changeling knew that pretty well. But she said. “Ahh, good to know.” She flipped onto all fours, looking down to ensure her cock was ready to go. She leaned forward, her nostrils flaring slightly. The human was clean, probably washed up just before she had arrived, the human’s plot didn’t wink the way pony plots did, but the clean smells of arousal were plain to her nose. She smiled a bit before rearing up and grabbing a hold with her forehooves. A little bit of adjusting had the flat face of her cock teasing the woman’s entrance. She reached back a hoof to adjust slightly. “Are you ready?”

The woman braced a bit. “Please, be gentle. It’s been a while.”

“Oh, I will.” She said before parting the woman’s lips, slipping the tip in. She knew enough anatomy, a typical pony cock would be too long. She couldn’t push all the way in, but she’d give the woman a great rutting. She clenched her hips and slid slowly in further. Listening intently to the gasps and moans as she finally pushed further inside. She was about half way inside when the woman’s breathing changed a bit. She backed off slightly. “Good?”

“Oh yeah. Oh my God. Oh yeah.” The human panted.

With a grin, the changeling started to thrust, gently at first, but slowly increasing the tempo. It wasn’t long until the woman was writhing in pleasure as she was pushed over the edge. The changeling smiled and kept up the pace, enjoying the exertion and the feel of the human clamping down on her as she kept pounding the woman. Almost immediately a second orgasm took hold. And then a third. All the while, the changeling kept going, feeding on the lust from the human as she grunted and gasped as the pleasure wracked her entire body.

“Oh my, oh God, I can’t.” The woman moaned, getting the changeling to speed up a bit.

“I’m close.” The changeling growled.

“Oh, please, Dear God, Please.”

That was her cue. She thrust a few more times before pushing deep once again, the flat face of her cock pressed solidly against the woman’s cervix, the flair expanding to give a good seal against the woman's cervix as she released. Her body convulsing as her balls drained their load into the human, who screamed out in pleasure. Spurt after spurt of hot cum flooding her insides, as the changeling held there, enjoying the feeling of release as the woman quivered.

It was in these moments the changeling thought she could get addicted to this. In those moments of peaking bliss, she understood the male obsession.

After time immemorial, both orgasms ended, the changeling collapsed on the woman’s back, hugging her tightly with her forelegs. Her cock slowly shrinking as she panted heavily. In a matter of minutes it had withdrawn enough that a gently pull had it pulling out, having cum drip from the woman’s pussy. She shifted a bit and fell onto her side, watching the human pant and moan. Only a few moments later the woman collapsed to her side, allowing the changeling to gather her up and make her the little spoon, even though the changeling was actually smaller than her. She held the woman tightly, folding a wing over the woman gently and hugging her tightly. “Wow,” she panted into the human’s ear.

“You can say that again.” The woman said breathlessly.

The changeling leaned forward, using her teeth gently and biting the human’s earlobe. “Wow.”

That elicited a laugh. “You said it.”

For a long time, they lay there in the afterglow. The changeling enjoying the feast of emotions from the human before she finally stood up, shaking her body gently. “I can see myself out.”

“Wait.” The human said, looking back and reaching out a hand. “Can’t you stay? For a little while longer?”

The changeling chewed her lip thoughtfully, thinking. The woman reached into her purse on the night stand and pulled out an envelope. “I can pay more. If you are worried about that.”

The changeling accepted the envelope, not checking the amount, though the thickness of the envelope said there was probably double or triple her initial fee in it, getting her eyebrows to rise. “Well, of course I can. But why?”

The woman looked down. “That was amazing sex, but right now, all I want is to be held, it’s been too long.”

Humans as a rule were lonely.

The changeling looked at the envelope, finally setting it down on the night stand on her side and nodding. She again gathered the human back as the little spoon. She knew she couldn’t actually sleep like this. But she had turned off her phone for the night, and a pleasant evening soaking up the woman’s emotions would be quite nice. In moments, the human was asleep.

She nuzzled the human gently as she settled in. “Sleep well.” She murmured as she allowed her brain to get fuzzy. She wouldn’t actually sleep, but she could simulate it pretty well.

She’d make sure to stir her a few more times, too.

***

The changeling trotted from the hotel room, a happy smile on her face as she made it to the elevator. Some real sleep was definitely on the menu for her. She had conveniently forgotten the envelope of extra cash on the bedside table that morning. Only to have the human insist on her taking the money as she left. Saying that was the best she’d slept in ages, of course, after another romp on waking, she had accepted the extra money reluctantly, knowing that small gestures like that mean definite repeat business. The changeling needed a shower, her own hotel was not too far away, and being a Pegasus, she could simply fly to her hotel. She exited the building and spread her wings, leaping into the air. She navigated the Chicago skyline, not the best in the air, she never got enough practice, but well enough to get back to her hotel.

Loud mews greeted her as she entered the hotel room. “Okay, Baggy boy, you need food, I know. Momma was working.” She said to the cat as he hopped onto her back. She reached up a wing and scratched next to his ear. Flames enveloped her, changing her form back to her natural shape. The magic not even phasing the cat as he continued his protestation that the lack of food was unacceptable. She trotted happily over to her suitcase. She’d have to stock up on food in the near future, but she had packed enough for now. She popped open the can and used her magic to pull his bowl from where she had placed it when she set up her room. In moments the cat was eating as the changeling pulled the cash from her day bag and rifled through it, twenty grand, not bad for that night, in addition to the ten thousand dollars she had gotten from other clients. She knew she was expensive, it kept her clientele on the upscale side. So, thirty thousand in a day, she could definitely enjoy her stay here in the Windy City. She pulled out her phone, holding the power button to let the device boot. Within thirty seconds the screen was ready for her to enter her passcode. She hummed as she entered it and let the device complete its startup. After a few moments she placed the phone on the counter and walked over to the bed. She used her magic to pull the covers up as her eyes drooped. She was just falling asleep when the bed moved slightly as Bagheera jumped onto the bed, she reached out and grabbed her cat, letting him curl up in her grasp as she finally fell asleep.

The changeling popped her head up, momentarily confused, then she noticed the noise that had woken her. She lit her horn and floated her phone to her. The time display got a small grimace, four hours of sleep wasn’t enough. A quick magical swipe and she put the phone to her ear. “This is your fantasy.” She said into her phone.

“Yeah. Um. I was hoping to have a pony mare visit me.”

She smiled at the voice. “Of course, you’ve seen the fee schedule on the website?”

“Yeah. Uh, that’s good. How soon?”

“Where would I need to go?”

He named a hotel and room number, she smiled. “I can be there in about an hour.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” She closed down the connection and extricated herself from the sleeping cat. She reached out and rubbed Bagheera gently. “Must go, duty calls.” She had plenty of money with all her work for the last few years, and her love reserves were in fine shape. But she felt this…need.

Humans weren’t the only lonely ones in the world.

She had to push herself, though she didn’t know exactly why she was pushing herself so hard. She shook her head as she stood up away from the bed. Once again, magical flames enveloped her body and she was a human female in a beautiful sundress. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled before grabbing her purse. More money is always a good thing. She thought to herself as she pulled up Uber on her phone. She entered in the name of the hotel and tapped to get a ride. The app thought for a few seconds then her driver popped up. Good, ten minutes.

She exited the Uber, looking up at the hotel. She stopped for a moment, this wasn’t the usual establishment that she would meet clients. The hotel wasn’t run down, but it wasn’t exactly upscale. She walked into the lobby, nodding at the worker at the desk. She was always looking to stay away from legal entanglements. She had looked in the parking lot on arriving, nothing that really made her feel nervous about any potential stings. She shrugged and walked up the stairs to the second floor and walked down the corridor. She tapped on the door, and it opened almost instantly. He must be pent up, she thought as she entered the room. He looked confused, seeing an apparent human, but he closed the door as she turned to him.

“I asked for a pony.” He said, nervousness plain on his voice.

“And I shall deliver. But first, we must handle the unpleasantness.”

“Oh, so you’re the pimp...” He said, blinking. “Shit, it’s a setup. Give me your money!"

Her eyebrows raised. “Excuse me?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife before pointing it at her. “I said, I want all of your money, right the fuck now.”

She looked at the knife pointed at her, then into his eyes. “You don’t want to do this.”

The knife was shaking, he was nervous. She caught a familiar scent like burnt plastic with notes of hot glass. It was one of these degenerates. Too pathetic to go through with what they wanted, so they’d take something for courage, and then they’d think they’d help themselves to more than just an orgasm. “Listen bitch, I wanted a pony, but I’ll take you. Give me all your money, and strip.”

She looked at him for a long moment. No, he wasn’t going to lose his nerve, apparently his intention was to steal from her, then rape her, then probably kill her.

She sighed softly as she lifted her purse. Staring into his eyes, she reached into her purse. His eyes dropped to her hands, licking his lips greedily. Rustling around in her purse, she pulled out a leather glasses case, with a sigh she held it out to him as if offering it, “Could you hold this? I thought it was my wallet.”

As he started to reach for it, she gave the glasses case a squeeze as if crushing it. Two bangs filled the room as smoke slowly rose from the end of the case, the Spanish made Pressin pistol, a collector’s item, had done its job. Its twin .32 rounds slamming into the shocked mans chest, mushrooming as one passed through a lung, the second nicking a rib and the sternum fragmenting a bit before shredding his heart.

Sighing, she shook her head as he slowly slumped to the floor, a look of shock and fear on his face. “Fuck damnit, dumbshit. Such a pain the ass.” She growled as she rifled through his pockets, grabbing his wallet, envelope, and phone. She went to the sink and ran the phone under water until it sizzled, then she snapped it in half, washing chunks of the circuit boards down the toilet. Blur the trail, give herself more time to escape, and maybe get the pay she was promised.

“Hey, what was that?” A voice outside the room said.

The changeling cursed softly. Any accomplices the mutt would have had would have taken off at the sound of the gunshots. These had to be guests, and they had to have heard. Damn it all. She dropped her gun next to the body and walked to the door. She had very limited use of magic in human form, so she transformed to her natural state, lighting her horn. There were three humans out there. She hissed softly.

In moments there was a knock on the door. “Open up! Management! We will call the police!”