(WARNING!!!!! Chapter(s) contain(s) RAMPANT sex and nudity, as well as other adult scenes, and scenes of violence, blood, and gore. Due to the IMMENSE significance to the story, it all goes into these chapters, and not a "0.5" chapter. It's still important, so PLEASE read!)

On the same night that Carla left, Sam was upstairs in her room. She was sitting on her bed, slightly sobbing. She still missed me something awful, and Carla's visit did little more than resurrect forgotten memories.

"Oh Goddess, why? WHY can't I ever move past it?! WHY won't the memories leave me be?!"

Misty was trying to comfort her. "Shh, it's ok Sam. I miss Leopard just as much as you do. And I KNOW that if he's still out there somewhere that he misses us too. He wasn't called the 'Black Fox' for nothing Sam. If ANYONE could escape from a nuclear hell, HE could!"

"Well then where is he?! It's been 5 years Misty, 5! 5 years, and no Leopard!" Sam then reached under her bed, and pulled out a locked box. Then, using a key that she kept just above the fireplace, she unlocked the box. Then, from inside, she pulled out a series of small books.

"What are those Sam?"

Sam sighed. "These are something that I haven't touched in years Misty. These are copies of diaries that Leopard wrote while he was on Creamy Dream Ranch. He took the originals with him, but he made these copies, and then left them beside my bed the night he left. These 3 diaries are one of my last links to Leopard, and they have it all. From Day 1, all the way to his last entry that he wrote just before he fled. It's all in here. Even the first time I had sex with him."

Misty was surprised. "Wait, even THAT'S in there?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Wanna see?"

"Sure. Show me the entry where you had sex with him for the first time."

Sam pointed to it. Right here. Book 1, Entry 4."

Misty then looked on as Sam read aloud.

I'd only been on Creamy Dream for 2 days. It was February, and it was still cold, however, on the night of February 7th, a rainstorm came through. It was in the mid 40's, so there was no snow, but it was still cold.

I was in the barn by myself finishing up work for the night. I had no clue where anyone else was, not that it really mattered. I was sweeping the floor close to a side door, when all of a sudden, the door opened! I jumped back a bit, thinking that someone was coming in, but no one entered. Cautiously, I grabbed the door, and peered outside. All I saw was the rain, and the stormy night. No one was there.

"Hmm, must have just blown open." I then shut the door, and locked it securely. I then went back to what I'd been doing.

Suddenly though, just off to my right, the main barn doors suddenly opened, and I made the move to go close them too, but I stopped. There, standing in the doorway, was a figure! They were wearing a dark raincoat, and due to the dim lighting, I had no idea who it was, only that it had to have been a Futa, thanks to the height. Suddenly though, the figure spoke.

"Hey! Anyone in here? I REALLY need a good f@#k!"

I froze where I was. Sure, most guys would come running at that offer, but Futas are NOT women. YOU don't get to do the f@#king; you GET f@#ked! I also knew from the Southern accent that it was Sam. I did NOT want to have that Amazon f@#k me, so I stepped back into the shadows a bit more.

Sam then turned towards the movement. "Hey! I saw that! Who's over there?!"

"No one!" I thought. "Just a passing shadow!"

Sam then stepped into the barn, before shutting the barn doors, and locking them. She then removed her raincoat, and hung it up on a nearby hook. I then saw that she was wearing jeans, a red shirt, and cowboy boots.

"I know that I ain't alone in here! Come on out whoever you are! If yer good and come on out, I'll be sure to play nice with ya! However, if I have to tear this place apart looking for ya, I WON'T play nice! I know that yer in here, and there's no doubt that I'm gonna find ya! Don't make me wait!"

I shook my head. "Not tonight Sam." I then turned around to squeeze between 2 stalls, when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder! I was then grabbed, pulled out of the shadows, and slammed up against the nearest wall.

"Gotcha!" She smirked. Sam held me there, and I realized then that the top of my head was only eye-level with her massive breasts. I was only about 5'10, which made Sam maybe 6'4, to maybe even 6'6!

"Told ya that I was gonna getcha!" She then looked a bit closer, and she realized that it was me. "Oh, hey Sugar. Why'd ya hide from me?"

"I......I was scared." I said softly.

Sam then pushed some of her red bangs out of her face, before tossing one of her braids behind her back. "What? Scared? Of me? Why would'ja be scared?" She then realized the size differences between us. "Oh, I see now. Yer scared of a big ol' Amazon like me. One that can pick you up and carry you around like this!" To prove her point, Sam actually picked me up, and held me up on her shoulders with my back against her neck!

"Whoa, hey! Put me down!"

Sam ignored me though. She then began to pace around, all while still holding me on her shoulders. "Now then, what to do with you. I didn't have to wait too long, and I didn't have to tear the barn apart, but yet you STILL didn't come when I called you, AND you hid from me! I mean, I AM gonna f@#k ya, that much is certain, but then what?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. You could always start with putting me down." Sam still didn't listen and kept carrying me like I didn't weigh much. "Hey! Easy on the Human-Wolf hybrid there Sam, we're NOT common anymore! We 'Apex-Wolves', ESPECIALLY us First-Gen wolves, are NOT easy to come by anymore! I mean, just because you can pick my up like a sack of potatoes doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you."

"What did you say?" Sam then pulled me off of her shoulders, and slammed me up against the wall again.

"I said 'Hey! Easy on the Human-Wolf hybrid there Sam, we're NOT common anymore! We 'Apex-Wolves,' ESPECIALLY us First-Gen wolves, are NOT easy to come by anymore!'"

"Never mind that, what did you say AFTER that?!"

"I said that I'm not afraid of you Sam. Just because you can pick me up and carry me around doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you."

"Wait......you're.......not afraid of me?"

I shook my head. "No. Well.......maybe a little bit, but not much."

Sam then sighed. "Strip. Now."

"What?"

She gave me a glare. "I said STRIP! Unless you want me to hold ya down and rape ya, strip, and get ready!"

I shrugged. "Sure. Whatever you say Sam." I then stripped out of my Winter work clothes. Once I was fully naked, Sam stripped herself. When I saw her Amazonian body for the first time in its entirety, I was shocked. Her body was rippling with muscles, her dick was EASILY 12in fully-erect, and she had a number of freckles on the lower parts of her body as well.

She then motioned to her dick. "Suck."

I nodded, and then got to work. Sam was bigger than either Carla or Demetria, but I was still able to handle her.

She glanced down at me. "Ngh, oh yeah Sugar. You've done this before, haven't you?"

I nodded. "Mmm hmm."

"Well, whoever they were, they SURE taught you how to properly suck a cock!" A few moments after this though, Sam ended the blowjob, and after pushing me onto the barn floor, she gently held me down while she pushed her dick into me. This was the first time that I was "lovingly raped" by Sam, and it would NOT be the last time either!

"'......And then, after having her way with me, Sam let me go. I didn't get much farther than the hay though before collapsing from exhaustion, and after snuggling next to me, Sam pulled a horse blanket over both of us, and we drifted off to sleep.'" Sam then looked up at Misty. "And that's the end of that entry."

Misty sighed. "Wow. I had no idea that he wrote in that kind of detail. What else is in these books?"

"Everything. From that night, to his incident with the Arkansas River, to my caring for him while he was recovering, to his sex with you, to that 4th of July, all the way up until the night he left. He spared no details, and wrote them all down."

"Anything on the bunker, and the train and weapons within?"

"That's primarily what books 2 and 3 are about. Over and over again he talks 'bout how they were workin' on their weapons in total secrecy, and how at least one of them would distract us long enough fer others to smuggle supplies down to the bunker. The entries tell of how the weapons were put together, and what each weapon was, and how it was gonna be used. Again, no details were spared in his writing."

Misty then began to look over some of them. "'This is our only chance to make a real difference in the Cold War. If we can get these weapons finished, and then smuggle them back to the US, then we stand a REAL chance of actually doing something!' Wow. He sure loved America. He seems to have loved it more than the Futa Empire."

"And it's no wonder. One of them is still standin' today, while the other is nothing more than a faint memory. And to think that we ACTUALLY let them get away with it! I KNEW that they were doing something illegal down there, but Leopard assured me that it wasn't gonna be causin' any problems! Even when that Bender fellow showed up with his crew, I STILL didn't do anythin' about it!"

Misty kept reading. "'Today, Jim Bender, an engineer with the brand new Railway Warfare Division, (RWD) and his crew found us on the ranch. They were sent to aide us in our quest, and they brought the means to transport our weapons out of here one day. They brought plenty of cars with them, and we have a few of our own, but they brought a Big Boy locomotive! An ACTUAL Union Pacific 4-8-8-4 Big Boy! Her number is '4009', though I don't know how that's possible with the original 4009 having been scrapped. Some of us call it '4025', while others still stick with '4009'. I think I'll stick with 4009, at least for now.' So that's how they did it. The RWD found them, and helped them achieve greatness."

"Yeah, it is pretty amazing, ain't it?"

"And what's his last entry Sam?"

Sam pulled out the 4th book. "Right here. August 16th, 2026. Book 4, Entry 2,179 overall." She then began to read aloud.

"......'The time is drawing to a close I'm afraid. The time has come for us to return to the US, and prepare for the imminent Futa invasion. The Second Cold War is drawing to a close, and if the Americans don't strike first, the Futas will. We have the weapons, as well as the transportation needed to get back to the US. The only thing left to do is say goodbye to those that I care about. I know that I'll be back here one day, but yet it's probably gonna be a long time before I do.

However, Sammy, if you're reading this right now, PLEASE believe me when I tell you that I still love you, and I would NEVER do this to hurt you! I did NOT leave because I'm escaping, nor am I leaving because I hate you; I'm simply answering the call of duty like I've done so many times before. America is in trouble, and the Futas attacking it MUST be punished! I still love you Sammy, with ALL of my heart! You were a true godsend, and you saved me from that auction block, and brought me to Creamy Dream Ranch. I loved our time together, (except for the "loving rape", that was bad!) but the rest of it was a dream come true. I'll be back for you one day Sam, you can count on that! I can't give you an exact date, but it'll be within 5 years. Most likely, it could be as soon as 2-3 years. At any rate though, it's now close to 4am, and I have to go and say goodbye to you and Misty, and then I have to leave.

But Sammy, I now leave these diaries to you. Yes, they ARE only copies, but I had to take the originals with me. Don't worry though, each and every entry is copied word for word, and is accurate. I leave them to you so that you can remember the good times that we had, and so that you'll have something to read until we meet again. Goodbye for now Sammy, I love you.

Leo'.

And that's it. That's his last entry. He finished writing these, finished the copies, went downstairs to say goodbye to you, came back upstairs to say goodbye to me, left the diaries on my nightstand, and then left. Sure enough, 2 years later, he did come back for a time. Then, a short while later, he left again, and disappeared during the Battle of Vegas."

Misty sighed. "Well, even though we don't know where he is, I'm glad the he left these diaries behind. Now all we have to do is read them, and we can remember the good times that we had together. Well, these, and the photographs that we still have."

Sam then looked at a photo of me and her that she kept on her nightstand. I had my arms and legs wrapped around Sam, and she was holding me. We were both looking into the camera, smiling happily as I kissed her on the cheek. We were both nude in the photo, but our bodies were squished close enough together to protect our modesty.

She then sighed. "Please!" She begged the Heavens, "PLEASE send Leopard back to me, or at the very least, PLEASE show me what happened to him! I'm DEVASTATED without my Leo close to me, as are a handful of other Futas and Herms. We ALL want Leopard back!"

God heard Sam's prayer that night, and He DID have a plan to bring us all back together again, but yet it would take a bit more time for that plan to come to fruition.

To the South of Hutchinson, in New Vegas, Demetria was sitting at her desk in her office. As she often did when she needed comfort, she turned to the 8 diaries that I'd written over the 10 month period that I'd lived with her in Las Vegas. These diaries had been left behind by me after the attempted coup, and now they were in Demetria's possession, and had been for the past 9 years. The diaries covered everything from the day I'd been adopted by Demetria, to my final entry written a mere few minutes before the coup began, and I was taken away.

"Oh Leopard", Demetria said softly with tears in her eyes, "Why did it have to happen this way? Why?"

Next to her desk came a soft whimper. Demetria looked down, and in the dog bed next to her desk, she saw a female dog with red roan-colored fur, and soft blue eyes. She was a very elderly dog, but yet she didn't show the normal signs of aging. Even though she was 14, almost 15 years old, the vets who examined her said that she had the physique of a dog almost half her age!

Demetria gently scratched her behind the ears. "Shh, it's ok Radar. I know that you miss Leopard too. You were with him since he was on that ranch in North Dakota, and you kept him alive long enough for him to be found, and then rescued by me."

Radar sighed, before laying back down again. She missed me something awful, and had been awaiting my return for the past 9 years. Some referred to her as the "Female Hachico" as she too faithfully awaited the return of a master who was deceased, or at least, most believed that he was deceased.

Soon after this, Minerva walked into the room. She looked pretty stressed out after the meeting went south.

"Damn Dem. I did NOT think that our night of celebration was going to turn sour like that!"

Demetria sighed. "It's all because of the war-mongers Mini. THEY want war with Equestria, and those of us with a brain realize that that's a bad idea."

"I just wish that we could go back to a time where everything was simple. Life was normal, and everything was happy." Minerva then saw what Demetria was reading. "And judging from the looks of things, so do you."

"Yeah. Leopard was my whole world, just as he was Carla's. He was my son! Adopted maybe, but I loved him like my own! It was a chance encounter that changed not only my life, but the course of WW6, and even the course of world history. My adopting him changed the world, and it changed for the better for once!"

"And why did you adopt him again Dem?"

Demetria looked up at her. "Wait, you mean that you don't remember Minerva?"

"It's been 9 years Dem. Maybe re-jog my memory a bit?"

Demetria sighed. "An incredible story that began in my original office in the original Palace Luxor, in the original Las Vegas, on March 5th, 2025........" Demetria then let her mind wander back to that day.

As she sat in her office, Demetria, the Empress of the Futas, was sad.

Minerva noticed this. "Is......something wrong Dem?"

Demetria looked up at her life-long friend. The two of them had grown up together in Eastern Russia, and now here they were in Las Vegas; Demetria was the Empress of the Futas, while Minerva was her chief protector, as well as her closest adviser.

She nodded. "Yeah Mini, something is wrong. I'm so lonely."

"Well.......have you tried looking for a mate?"

Demetria shook her head. "No, not that kind of loneliness Minerva. The kind of lonely that I am is the kind that a mother feels when she no longer has children of her own to care for. Carla and Stacy are all grown up, and even though Carla still cares for me, I don't have any children to dote over anymore, and I lack the ability to have any children of my own."

Minerva knew what Demetria was referring to. When Demetria became an adult Herm, something went wrong with her female reproductive system, causing her ovaries to cease egg production. The doctors had tried everything, but nothing could seem to kickstart her ovaries to produce eggs anymore. Becoming a Herm or a Futa was a dangerous process, and not all those who undertook it survived. Even those who were born Herms oftentimes suffered from various illnesses and health issues, and tended to die young. Some died right away, while others, like Demetria's sister Natasha, a natural-born Herm, became ill because of it, and died later.

On her deathbed, Natasha begged Demetria to adopt her 2 daughters Carla and Stacy, and raise them as her own.

"Please Dem." Natasha whispered, "My daughters, your nieces, need you now. With my husband John having died, and me being only a tick behind him now, Carla and Stacy will have no one left. You have to adopt them, and raise them as your own. Carla is only 4, and Stacy is 2. They NEED a mother-figure in their life, and you fit that perfectly Dem."

Demetria held her sister's hand. "I'll do it Natti. If Mom will allow it, I'll adopt my nieces, and raise them as my own."

"Thank you.....Dem....." And then she was gone.

In the aftermath of Natasha's death, Empress Boudica, the first Empress of the Futa Empire, granted her now deceased younger daughter's last request, and allowed Carla and Stacy to be adopted by Demetria. A mere few years after this though, Empress Boudica herself passed on from illness in her old age, leaving Demetria to become Empress in her place. Carla and Stacy grew up, and once they were adults, Demetria was all alone once again.

Once her mind returned to the present day, Minerva was hit with an idea that would end up changing the world. "Well, have you ever considered adopting a male from a care center? That might give you what you need."

Demetria thought about that. With the world still in the midst of the Second Cold War following WW6, with the Allied forces being caught in stalemated warfare in Europe, the Pacific, and the United States with the Futas, she needed something to take her mind off of war, even if only for a while. She looked back up at Minerva.

"You know Minerva, that's actually a great idea! I'll adopt a male, and hopefully prove once and for all that we Herms are NOT the vile monsters that most others portray us as. Those are the FUTAS, NOT the Herms! However, that begs the question, where do I try and adopt one from? I have to make a trip to St. Louis here by the end of the week, and I think that I'll adopt one on the way back. Where's the closest care center to St. Louis?"

Minerva looked at a few charts. "Eh, there used to be one in St. Louis itself, but due to the city being right along the Mississippi River, the dividing border between the Futa Empire and the US, and with US forces being right on the other side of the river, the care center was under CONSTANT attack until it closed its doors for good. There also used to be one in Kansas City, but it was shut down on abuse charges. As of today, the closest care center is in Des Moines, in Farmland."

"Des Moines. I've heard of it, and as the former state capital of the former US State of Iowa, I've heard good things about it. I'll be sure to stop there on my way back, and see what I can find. Thanks for the suggestion Minerva."

"You're welcome Dem."

Demetria then continued to plan for her visit to St. Louis, as well as her detour to Des Moines on the way back.

Her visit to St. Louis, aside from a few US airstrikes and missile attacks, not to mention a few firefights along the Mississippi River, and the Futa counterattacks, was pretty uneventful. As she re-boarded her private train, pulled by former Union Pacific Challenger 3985, Demetria picked up the intercom to the cab.

"Ginny?"

27 year old Guinevere Ryder, Demetria's personal train driver, nicknamed "Ginny" due to her looking a LOT like Ginny Weasley from Harry Potter, picked up. "Yes My Empress?"

"On our way back to Vegas, I'm going to need to make a little detour."

"A detour? Where to, My Empress?"

"I need to go to Des Moines, in Farmland. Can you take me there please?"

"Certainly, My Empress. When do you want to leave?"

"As soon as possible. I need to get there, take care of what I need to take care of, and then get back to Vegas."

"Right away, My Empress. ETA to Des Moines is about 5 hours or so."

"Roger that Ginny." A few minutes later, the train pulled out for Des Moines.

They arrived there that night, but due to it being late, Demetria decided to stay in her personal quarters on the train, and then visit the care center in the morning. However, something bothered her. She kept tossing and turning, but she couldn't fall asleep. Finally, she could stand it no longer.

"Minerva?" She called through her intercom a few minutes later.

"Yes Demetria?"

"Unload the car please; we're going to the care center tonight. I Googled it, and they're open 24/7 for adoptions, barring any holidays. Since today is March 13th, there are no holidays, and I've already called ahead, and scheduled a visitation."

Minerva looked at her watch. The time was 2am. "Demetria, it's 2 in the morning. Why do we have to do this now?"

"Because I can't sleep. I keep getting this gut feeling that my being there tonight versus tomorrow morning could mean the difference between life and death. I can't explain it, but I KNOW that I have to act on it! Please get the car ready!"

Minerva knew better than to argue with Demetria, so she did as she requested. A few minutes later, Demetria's personal black SUV, as well as 2 other identical vehicles containing her security detail, were on the road into Des Moines. The city though, seemed to be only a shell of its former self. Completely overrun by Futas, and covered in craters and other damaged buildings, Des Moines was now a hub for selling farm produce, as well as the manufacturing of farming machinery. Towards the middle of the city stood a tall building. At one time it was known as the "Iowa State Capitol Building", but now it was the "Des Moines Male Care and Adoption Center". Here, males from all over the Prairie Region, (aka the Midwest) ranging from gutter finds, to willing surrenders, to even criminals and POW's were taken, "reeducated" to serve a Futa mistress, and then cared for until they were "adopted". The males within ranged from young children, all the way up to early middle-aged.

Once they arrived, the Imperial Motorcade pulled into the parking lot, and Demetria, while surrounded by her security detail, made her way up to the front. After climbing up the HUGE number of front stairs, they all entered through the front doors.

Once they were inside, what struck them first were the sights, as well as the smells. In front of them was a sort of front desk, and a polished marble and tile lobby. It was pretty clear that the building had been fully re-purposed, but yet it wasn't hard to tell what it had been re-purposed from. The lobby was also hot, and it smelled like sweat, and cleaning chemicals. Noises in the background could be heard as well, ranging from the sounds of sex, to running feet, to radio chatter, to screaming males, and other unidentifiable noises too.

Sitting next to the front desk was an anorexic looking male with dark hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a dark smock, and almost seemed to be comatose. Around his neck was a collar attached to a chain that was attached to the desk, and while he did look up at them as they came in, he made no moves to do anything. Demetria saw that his collar had a tag that said "Todd" on it.

The Futa at the front desk, a young teenage intern with blond hair done in a ponytail, blue eyes, glasses, and wearing medical scrubs looked up as Demetria walked up to the front desk. When she saw her Empress, her GODDESS, standing right in front of her, the young intern's jaw hit the floor!

"M-m-my........My Empress! S-such and honor to have you here!"

Demetria saw that her name tag said "Taylor" on it. "Well Miss Taylor, it's nice to be here. I called ahead a little while ago about adopting a male."

"Yes........certainly! No finer place than our care center here in Des Moines! Let me get a guide for you. I would show you around myself, but alas, I know so little about this place!" She then summoned a guide to the front.

The guide, Nurse Teller, was equally astonished to actually meet Demetria, but she held it together better than Taylor did. She then began to lead Demetria to the back of the facility.

"It's such a fine care center that we have here, Empress Demetria. Males from the Prairie Region, and from St. Louis and Kansas City were sent here following their coming into our hands. We're the finest care center in the Eastern Futa Empire, and you'll find NO better place to adopt from!"

"It....certainly seems Impressive Nurse Teller. So can you take me to the males?"

"Yes, but first I have to know what you're looking for. What kind of male do you want?"

Demetria thought for a second. "Well, I want a younger male, but yet not a child."

"Ok, so we'll steer clear of the Workhouse, and the Children's Ward."

"I also want a male who's been through a lot of trauma."

When Demetria said that, Nurse Teller, as well as a number of others close to her stopped and stared. Very rarely, if ever, did they get a request for a trauma case, and most that did were NOT ready to care for a male who was that bad off.

"I.......I don't know if you want that Empress. However, I can take you back to the males now. We'll head to Teen Town, located where the old Senate Chambers and adjoining offices used to be." She then led the way over to that wing.

When they arrived, Demetria was shocked by what she saw. Instead of the cages and cells that she was expecting to see, she instead saw rooms full of males from the ages of 13-25 happily playing together. Some rooms were for sleeping, while others were for eating, using the restroom, playing, and some were even for interacting with animals such as dogs and cats. There were gates keeping the males in their designated rooms, but no cages, or anything along those lines. The walls were painted with bright colors, and the sounds of laughter could be heard. Everywhere they went the males all eagerly crowded against the gates.

"Hey, everyone! Adoption!" One of the younger males yelled. "At least one of us is going home today!" There came more cheering from the others.

"Isn't this place beautiful Demetria?" Minerva asked.

Demetria though was less than thrilled. Sure, this area LOOKED really nice, but yet she couldn't shake this horrible gut feeling that all was not as it seemed. All of the males within sure acted almost the same, possibly indicating brainwashing. They sure seemed eager to please, a little bit TOO eager. She looked into their eyes, and all she saw were dead souls. They were made-to-order slaves, completely devoid of the life that they used to have. They now never deviated from the paths that the Futas had laid out for them.

Demetria looked up at Nurse Teller. "Yes, I agree. This place is nice, but yet none of these males are what I'm looking for. I said 'trauma cases'. These don't look like trauma cases to me."

"They........aren't." Nurse Teller finally admitted. "These are the ones that were able to successfully adapt to life in the Futa Empire."

"Where do you keep the trauma cases?"

"In the Trauma Ward. It's on the other side of the facility though. To get there, we'll have to pass the Children's Ward, and the Workhouse."

"Take me there please."

Nurse Teller nodded, and then she led the way out of Teen Town, much to the dismay of the males within.

As they passed the Children's Ward for the young children, and the Workhouse for those older than 32, Nurse Teller tried time and again to get Demetria to reconsider her choice. Demetria however had her heart set on seeing the Trauma Ward, and wouldn't listen to the other suggestions.

Eventually, she found herself in front of a set of double-doors. They were white, and were in the process of being locked down by 2 Futas in full chemical suits. Suddenly, alarms began to blare.

"WARNING!!!!! Gas in use! Please clear the area immediately! WARNING!!!! Gas in use! Please clear the area immediately!"

"What's going on here?"

Nurse Teller sighed. "Well, whenever the Trauma Ward is full, and none of the males within are adopted, we have no choice but to seal up the ward, and gas those within. They can do nothing more for us in life, so the best we can do is give them a painless death."

"WHAT IN MY MOTHER'S NAME?!?!?!?! YOU GAS THEM TO DEATH?!?!?!?!"

"There's nothing else that we can do. Nobody wants them because they're broken beyond repair, either physically or mentally. They clutter up the facility, and the Trauma Ward is where the old House Chambers and adjoining offices used to be. We keep them alive for as long as we can, but once the ward is full, gassing is the only option. It always has been."

Demetria was NOT taking that for an answer! "SHUT DOWN THE GAS RIGHT NOW!!!" She screamed at the 2 Futas in chemical suits.

"Yes My Empress!" They both yelled. "It hasn't begun yet, so we can still abort the process!" They both then opened a box on the wall with 2 keys, and powered down the device inside.

"Gas averted." A computer-voice reported. "Area is safe to enter once the alarms stop, and the seals are open." A few minutes later, the ward could be entered again. Nurse Teller swiped her security card, and then opened the double doors.

Compared to Teen Town, the Trauma Ward looked like a psychiatric hospital. The walls were all white, and rows of cells lined the walls. They were covered by strong doors, and the air was filled with screaming, crying, banging on the doors, and obscenities.

"The males here are divided into those who are physically unwell, and mentally unwell. We also have space for males who were 'returned'."

"'Returned'?"

"Confiscated by the MREA from abusive mistresses. They were adopted out of here once before, beaten and abused, rescued, and then returned here. You're wasting your time here Empress, NONE of these males are even mentally coherent anymore. They're either brain-dead, or psychotic out of their minds. There is no middle ground."

"We shall see." Demetria then began to look around the ward.

As she did so, she had to keep close to a trashcan, as she could not stop throwing up when she saw how the poor souls within the ward had been treated. They were visibly beaten, starved, tortured, abused, and some were even missing limbs, eyes, fingers, toes, noses, ears, and other body parts. Others looked so sick that they could die at any moment. Still others wandered around their cells aimlessly, and did nothing when anything was done to them. Others kept trying to attack, all while screaming obscenities, and even trying to spit on Demetria and the others as they passed. Sure enough, all of them did indeed seem to be brain-dead, or completely mentally broken.

"These poor, poor souls. How could ANYONE have done ANYTHING like this to them?! WHO WOULD DO THIS?!?!"

Nurse Teller sighed. "Futas who have neither heart nor conscience. Males are disposable commodities that exist only to serve them. They can be easily replaced if lost to death. After a recent string of 'returns', we've massively tightened our vetting process for adoptions."

Before Demetria could answer though, she suddenly heard coughing. She turned, and saw that it was coming from a cell that she'd never noticed before. She walked over to the cell, and peered in through the glass at the top of the door. The room was dimly lit, and appeared tiny. The floor was dirty, and covered in scratches. There was a table in the shadows of the room, but what really unnerved Demetria was the glowing eyes coming from underneath it!

"What's.......what's in this cell?"

Nurse Teller looked. "Eh, probably some creation of Apex Industries. 'Apex Wolf' by the looks of it."

"What's an 'Apex Wolf'?"

"Human-wolf hybrid. Born a Human, had wolf DNA added later. They formed the backbone of the US Armed Forces in WW4-WW6. Very rare to see one anymore."

"Can.......can I see him?"

"Yes, provided that we bring in at least 2 handlers. These things can be EXTREMELY dangerous, ESPECIALLY if agitated!"

Once 2 handlers had arrived in full riot gear, they turned on their stun batons, and Nurse Teller then opened the cell door. When the door opened though, nothing happened. The eyes remained where they were, only to be joined by another pair of eyes. Soft growling could be heard as well.

Demetria then stepped into the cell, and nearly gagged. The room smelled like piss, feces, and unwashed bodies. 2 dog bowls were against one wall, while a crude toilet was against another. A ratty mattress was on the floor, and it was filthy.

She then looked towards the eyes. "Um......h-hello?"

No response.

"Can......can I see you please? Can at least one of you come on out?"

Only growling met her response.

"Please. I do NOT want to hurt you, either of you! I KNOW that you've suffered through so much, and I want to help you! Please come out."

One of the pairs of eyes kept growling, but the other turned to the one growling, and quietly seemed to ask them to stop. Then, the creature that the first pair of eyes belonged to moved forwards. Suddenly, a gnarled hand reached out of the shadows, and touched the tile floor less than 3 feet away from Demetria.

"Can.....can I see the rest of you please? A hand isn't enough."

A second hand joined the first, followed by an arm, and then slowly, the male crawled the rest of the way out of the shadows, before sitting back on his haunches. Demetria saw that he was a larger male, of perhaps 20-25 years of age, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and to her shock, 2 gray wolf ears on top of his head, as well as a gray wolf tail, and even gray wolf paws instead of feet! He was cut and bruised, and was very thin and gaunt. He was also naked, and when Demetria looked closer, she also saw that he had what appeared to be wolf genitalia as well. He stared up at her, and to Demetria's further shock, his eyes weren't dead. She could still see the spark of life in them. The spark was faint, but it was indeed still there.

She then looked down at him with tears in her eyes, before reaching down, and gently trying to pick him up. To the staff's shock, the male in that cell, who was ALWAYS fearful of everyone, actually let her! He snuggled close to her rather large chest, and seemed to be crying softly.

"Shh, it's ok Sweetie. Mamma Demetria's here to take good care of you. I will NOT let ANYONE hurt you EVER AGAIN!"

"M-mamma." The male said softly.

Demetria then looked at the staff. "Ok, that's it, this one's completely captured my heart. I just HAVE to adopt him!"

Nurse Teller then looked at the file that she'd been provided with. "Oh, I remember this one now. He's one of the males from the Paddock Case. Before that, he was one of the 2 survivors of that battalion stationed at Sue Falls, in South Land. Just like Todd was the other one."

"Wait, Todd? As in that desk pet up front?"

"Yeah, him. Oh, and since you are adopting the male in your arms, you also get his military gear that was taken from him when he was captured. We offered it to his first mistress when she adopted him, but she didn't want it. Do you want it?"

Demetria nodded, and then sent one of her agents to retrieve the bundle. She then began to carry her new male out of the cell. However, just before they left, the male looked back, and made a strange noise. From out of the shadows, the other pair of eyes was then revealed to be a female dog of some kind. She had red roan fur, and blue eyes. She trotted up to Demetria, before looking up at the male. He nodded to her, and seemingly motioned for her to follow.

As they walked, the dog followed them, and Demetria looked back at Minerva. "Still convinced that I'm crazy Mini?"

Minerva shook her head. "At one time, I did Dem. However, now I think not."

"I told you so. I KNEW that a Higher Power had control over everything. It was this Higher Power that led me to this male, right here in Des Moines, just in the nick of time to save not only his life, but the life of his dog, AND the lives of all of the others in the Trauma Ward! NEVER AGAIN will ANY males be gassed back there, I will NOT allow it! Instead, the staff will be provided with ALL of the tools that they need to rehabilitate any trauma cases."

"That.....certainly seems like an appropriate alternative to gassing them."

Minerva was still a bit skeptical of Demetria's views, but even she had to admit that it was strange. Minerva knew as well as Demetria did that the "Great Goddess" that the Futas worshiped wasn't real, but yet Demetria INSISTED that there really was a Higher Power, and that said Higher Power had control over all.

"This Higher Power ensured that I would become Empress when my mother died, and now this same Higher Power led me to this male in particular, just in time to save his life. Everything happens for a reason. I don't know why this male is so special, but I know that I WILL be finding out soon!"

Demetria then asked for a refresher on the Paddock Case.

Minerva pulled up the information from her phone. "The Paddock Case hit the news about a week ago, and it made front page headlines. Delilah Paddock, a Futa in North Land, owned a ranch outside of Bismarck. Neighbors began to suspect that she abused animals, but by the time that the MREA intervened, it was discovered that she abused a total of 5 dogs, and that at least 37 males had been brutally killed there as well. 5 more males were found at death's door, and 3 of them later died. Paddock and 4 overseers were placed in federal prison, and are awaiting trial."

Demetria looked at her male. For the first time, she also saw that he had a collar with a tag reading "Scar" on it. The name "Scar" seemingly coming from a prominent scar over his left eye. "So you had to survive all of that at the hands of that........MONSTER?!?! Don't worry Sweetie, Justice WILL be served!" She then looked down at the dog following her. "And Justice will be served for you too!"

She then looked at Minerva. "Where is she incarcerated Minerva?"

"The federal prison there in North Land. It's a maximum security facility."

"Send our best security forces to that prison! Make SURE that Paddock and her overseers survive to stand trial!"

"As you wish, Dem."

"No, better yet, I want to go there myself! I want her to KNOW what fear is, and how she's going to PAY through her ASS for her actions!"

Minerva nodded, and began to make preparations for this. Meanwhile, Demetria carried her new male up to the front of the care center, and with a few strokes of her pen, officially adopted him. She then carried him back to the motorcade, and from there, they were taken back to the train, and Demetria told Ginny to start to head back to Vegas when the sun rose, but to also take a route through North Land, as she was planning on stopping at the federal prison there.

"May I ask why, My Empress?"

"The male that I adopted tonight was one of the 2 survivors of the Paddock Case. I HAVE to make sure that Justice is served!"

Ginny was shocked. "The Paddock Case?! Yes, by all means I'll get you to that prison Empress!"

Demetria then took her new male to her quarters on the train, with the dog still following them. She then sat with him on her bed, and began to look him over again.

"Wow, you're really cute." She whispered as she pet her new male softly while he snuggled in her lap. She sat nude, and held his nude body close to hers. The male snuggled close to her breasts, and began to gently suckle from one of them.

"Hee hee! That tickles sweetie! But you can do that if you want. I'm not able to give milk anymore, but yet my daughter Carla can, so if you want, I can give you to her."

The male said nothing. Demetria could see that he still seemed to be suffering from shock.

"Sweetie?" She asked him softly.

His wolf ears pricked up, and then he turned upwards to look at her. He still didn't answer though.

"I know that you've been through a lot, but I have to know; The Futa who hurt you, Delilah Paddock, how much do you want to hurt her for what she did to you and the others?"

The male's face darkened. Demetria could see the extreme anger and look of hatred on his face. He slowly nodded.

"Well, that's where we're going once the sun rises. First, we're going to the prison where she's incarcerated to 'take care of business', and then once we're done there, I'm taking you home with me to Vegas."

The male looked up at her in surprise. Demetria could then see that he had no idea who she was.

Her face softened. "Sweetie, it seems that you have no idea who's adopted you."

The male shook his head.

Demetria held him close to her in a gentle embrace. "No one will EVER hurt you again Sweetie, because I will NEVER let them! My name is Demetria Boudica, and I am the Empress of all the Futas!"

When she said that, the male's jaw hit the ground! He had no idea that she was the Empress, but yet she sensed that he felt no fear of her. Instead, all he seemed to feel was relief, and a sense of love.

He snuggled close to her again. "M-mamma." He whispered as he hugged her.

"Oh Sweetie." Demetria hugged him back. She then noticed his back.

On it was what appeared to be a few patches of gray fur, though they were also splotched with black. They almost seemed to resemble spots.

"Hmm, leopard spots", She mused quietly to herself. "Plus, 'Scar' seems to be such a horrible name for you Sweetie, so I think that I'm going to rename you 'Leopard', because of your spots resembling the pattern of an Amur Leopard; the rarest, and most endangered leopard sub-species in the world. How does that sound Sweetie?"

For the first time since adopting him, he finally spoke. "Leopard? I.......like it. I like it Mamma!" He then sat up, and kissed his new mom on the cheek.

And henceforth, I adopted the name "Leopard" for all time, both for the Amur Leopard that I was named for, and in honor of the Empress who gave it to me.

That night, as we lay in her bed on the train, Demetria got to know her new male a bit better.

"So, from what I can put together so far, you're definitely a soldier."

"And you'd be correct, Mistress Demetria. I served in WW3, WW4, WW5, and WW6. I don't know what happened after that though. I was told that the Futas now reign supreme, but I don't know."

"I don't want you to call me 'Mistress' Sweetie. Just 'Mamma', or 'Mom' will do. And I can tell you what happened. Whoever told you that the Futas reign supreme was lying. Sure, we're now the largest nation on Earth, but we're not alone. We rule all of Asia, the Middle East, a lot of Eastern Europe, most of Canada, and most of the Pacific, plus the US from San Francisco to St. Louis, but that's it. There's a stalemate in Germany and Italy that's never been broken, Australia and New Zealand are still standing, the US is still the US from the eastern bank of the Mississippi River to the East Coast, and Africa is still too irradiated to support life. We've also made no real gains in South America, though there's nothing there to be gained."

"Oh. And you want me to see you as my new mom?"

"Yes. Unless of course you already have a mom."

I shook my head. "No, I don't. At least, not anymore. I lost my entire family, as well as my wife Ell, my 2 kids, and everyone else that I loved and cared about in WW4. I'm all alone now." I then began to cry a bit.

Demetria sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories for you Leopard."

I then hugged her tightly. "I need someone in my life to love again, Mom. If you want to fill that role, then I'll happily be whatever you want me to be."

Demetria looked at me, and she saw the look of genuine love on my face. Her motherly instincts then kicked in. "Oh Sweetie." She then held me close, and began to gently cuddle me to sleep.

"My Mamma." I said softly.

The dog that had been with us then barked once. I then looked over at her, and said something in a strange language. The dog then calmed down.

"And who's your dog?"

I smiled. "That's Radar. She was the dog who kept me alive while I was living under my first Mistress. I named her 'Radar' because she had such a keen sense of where my Mistress was. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't still be here today."

"She....kept you alive?"

"Yes. She helped me find food to eat, helped me find water, and she even let me breastfeed from her too. She was a breeding dog, but yet.....her pups.......just.....c-couldn't meet Mistress's standards, and.....w-without her pups, her breasts were full to bursting with milk, and there wasn't anyone to drink her milk besides me. Rats, Mice, raccoons, possums, rain water, and dog's milk. Not much, but it kept me alive." I then went on to explain more about my life under Delilah Paddock. Demetria recorded everything that I told her, as my testimony as a survivor was vital for a conviction.

Once I was done with my story, Demetria held me close to her again. "Don't worry Sweetie, and you too Radar, I will NEVER rest until Paddock and her overseers have paid for their crimes! You're safe from Futas like them now Leopard. I would never DREAM of hurting you; and I'm not even a Futa, I'm a Herm."

"You're......a what? What's a 'Herm'?"

"A Hermaphrodite. Here, let me show you." Demetria then lifted up the covers. She then showed me her body in it's entirety.

For an older woman such as herself, Demetria's beauty was undeniable. She had soft brown hair that hung down her back, soft brown eyes, a large pair of natural, pillowy, 34O breasts, and curves that porn stars would KILL for! She also had a slightly pudgy belly, a nice ass, and killer legs. If I had to guess, she was maybe 5'10 in height, just like me. I also saw that she had a dick that was perhaps 8in fully erect, as well as a nice pair of balls. She had soft brown pubic hair as well. However, when she lifted up her balls, I saw that she had a pussy too!

"What? How do you.......????"

"That's what a Herm is Sweetie. We have both genitalia. Some of us, including myself, were born this way, while others were born women, and became Herms later. We Herms are also capable of getting pregnant and giving birth, but I'm too old for that though. I'm almost 45, and out of my prime."

I blinked twice just to make sure that I hadn't missed anything.

"Um, what do you mean you're out of your prime Mom?"

"Look at me Leopard, and tell me what you see And please be honest."

I blinked again. "I'm looking at you Mom, and I honestly don't see ANYTHING short of a drop-dead gorgeous image of a fertility goddess! I mean, look at this soft brown hair, these amazingly soft, large natural breasts, these KILLER curves, nice, luscious ass, pudgy belly, and PERFECT birthing hips! Not to mention these nice and soft legs, and your amazing dick and balls too. Plus, you even have a pussy! Mom, ANYONE who says that you're ANYTHING short of what I just described needs to be shot! You may be older sure, but you've STILL got a body that most porn stars would KILL FOR!"

Demetria blushed a deep shade of red. She put a hand over her face, but the fact that her dick was getting harder was indicating that she was loving what I was telling her.

Finally, she pulled me close to her again, and to my surprise, gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. "Leopard, those are the nicest things that anyone's EVER told me. I've never had a male in my life, but now that I have you Leopard, I hope that that will change. I now have you in my life, and I hope that that's all I'll need."

I......I hope so too Mom." I then snuggled close to Demetria, and fell asleep.

Demetria then looked back up at Minerva again. "And that's how I found my Son. It was a chance encounter, and it ended up being the BEST decision that I ever made, short of adopting my nieces as my own daughters."

Minerva nodded. "Yeah, I remember now. I remember how happy you were when you held him in your arms for the first time."

"It was my motherly instincts kicking in again Mini. I saved my Son and his dog from being gassed, as well as the others in that ward. After that night, they NEVER gassed anyone ever again, and the no-gassing policy was adopted by ALL of the other care centers."

"A chance encounter that had consequences that changed the world. And to think, if nothing went wrong, he and Carla could have one day ruled the Futa Empire."

Demetria nodded sadly. "Yes, and in an alternate universe, I know that it happened that way."

Minerva could tell that Demetria was getting sad again, so she decided to chance the subject. "And I forget, what happened when you confronted his old mistress in prison?"

Demetria looked at her darkly. "Oh, she MORE than paid for her crimes." She then flipped forward a bit in the diary.

"March 13th, 2025.........."

Iron Gate Federal Prison. One of 16 Federal Prisons in the Futa Empire, it was to these maximum security Federal Prisons that the worst of the worst Futa offenders were sent. Iron Gate had a reputation for being on the lower end of the spectrum of being a bad prison, but yet it did have its share of horrible offenders. It was here that Delilah Paddock, and her 4 overseers were sent after being arrested. They'd all been there for a week, and were all awaiting trial. One day though, a guard came to Delilah's cell, and told her that she had a visitor.

"It had better be my f@#king lawyer!" Delilah muttered as she was walked down to what she thought was going to be the visiting area. "Carson is WAY overdue for a meeting with me!" However, to her slight unease, instead of being taken to the visiting area, she was taken to an interrogation room. Once inside, she was handcuffed to the table, and the guards then left her without turning on the lights.

"That's it, another interrogation? I've already told you, I've done NOTHING wrong! I just bought up the old, and got whatever I could out of them before they were useless. I DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!"

"Wrong, you f@#king monster!" A voice from the darkness in front of her growled. "Not ONLY did you assault an MREA agent, but you also had unlicensed weapons, and were charged with 6 counts of animal abuse, and 5 counts of male abuse! And NONE of this is even MENTIONING the 37 males you MURDERED!!!!!"

"What's it to you f@#ker? Turn on the f@#king lights and face me like a REAL Futa, you slut!"

The lights then turned on, and Delilah suddenly found herself staring at a figure that she'd never seen before. The figure had brown hair, and was wearing scarlet robes. She also looked furious.

Delilah was shocked. "My Empress! I KNEW that someone would come to release me!"

Demetria glared at her. "Who said that I was here to release you?"

Delilah was starting to grow very uneasy. "Well, then why else would you be here?"

In response to that, Demetria grabbed Delilah's head, and slammed it onto the metal table in front of her! Her nose shattered on impact, and there was now blood on the table.

"What the FUUUUUUU@#K?!?!?!?!?!" She screamed.

"I'm here, to make SURE that you pay for EVERYTHING that you've done, you MONSTER!!!!" (And times have changed. Torturing prisoners, even Futa inmates, is legal under Futa Law. What Demetria did, and was going to do to Delilah was perfectly legal.)

"And while we're talking about those you've wronged, someone ELSE wanted to talk to you too." Demetria looked at the door. "Come on in Sweetie!"

The door then opened, and another figure walked into the room. Delilah could tell that he was a male, and that he was wearing a dark smock. She also saw that he had gray wolf ears, and a wolf's tail. He didn't seem to happy to see her either, and she felt that there was something familiar about him.

"Do you remember me Delilah?"

"I don't know Dipshit, should I?"

"Let me rephrase that." I then stepped into the light better, and right up to the table. "How about now? Remember me NOW 'Mistress'?"

Her face got very pale at first, though her fear quickly gave way to anger. "You! Oh yes, I remember YOU! YOU were the one who banged that water pipe when the MREA agent was at the ranch, AND you had sex with one of MY breeding dogs! I thought that you were dead!"

I then glared at her. "I'm not, but YOU will be soon!" I then walked around to her, and at a nod from Demetria, I let her have it.

I could do whatever I wanted to her, and it was all still legal. I punched her, bit her, kicked her, and slammed her head into the table again and again. I wanted her to FEEL the pain that she'd put me, and so many others through. I'll admit, it felt GOOD to release all of that anger. Delilah screamed her head off while she was severely beaten by one of her victims, but no one came to her rescue. She was a criminal, and all criminals pay for their crimes. Eventually though, when Delilah was just barely recognizable, and my fists and smock were all bloody, I finally gave it a rest.

"Remember this well Bitch. Monsters like you DIE in prison for torturing animals, never mind a male like me!" I then turned away to catch my breath. However, it wasn't over yet.

While I was recovering, in the moment my back was turned, Demetria stripped off her royal robes, and let Delilah have it once again. I turned around when the beating began, and I watched frozen in shock, and later fear. When I watched Demetria beat her, I no longer saw my loving mother; instead, I saw a monster. I was seeing a side of Demetria that few knew existed. Most called her something of a pacifist, but she was proving THAT false that day!

"YOU HURT MALES, YOU DIE!!!! PURE AND SIMPLE!!!!" Demetria screamed. "DIE YOU F@#KING DAUGHTER OF A F@#KING CHEAP $2 F@#KING SHIT-WHORE!!!! DIE!!!!"

Delilah's screams soon died away into her choking on her own blood, and with one final slam into the table, Demetria managed to shatter her neck. Delilah Paddock died that day, March 13th, 2025; beaten to death by Empress Demetria for her crimes against Humanity. She paid the ultimate price for her crimes, and her overseers weren't too far behind.

When Demetria finished her execution though, she heard strange noises behind her, and she turned to see me violently vomiting into a trashcan. It was then that she realized that I didn't expect her to just up and beat Delilah to death like that, but then I looked up at her.

"T-thank you, Mom." I whispered. "Now she's burning in Hell where she belongs!" I then wiped my mouth, and stood up again.

Demetria then wiped herself off as best she could, before putting her robes back on. She then left the prison guards to take care of Delilah's body, before ordering that the overseers be executed immediately by electric chair. It was done quickly, and I was even allowed to pull the switch!

I don't recall saying anything while they fried, but it did make me at least a little bit happy to see those who had wronged so many males and dogs die for their crimes. Once all was said and done, Demetria took me by the hand, and we left the prison, headed back to the train, and once we were on our way to Vegas, we took showers, and had our clothes cleaned as well. My smock was ruined, but Demetria said that she would give me a new one once we reached Vegas.

Back in the present, Minerva had a hand over her mouth. "Yeah, I completely forgot about that Dem. I knew that they died, but I forgot that you killed Paddock."

"She hurt my male, and she hurt others, so I did what I had to do. It may not have been right, but it's what I did."

"Yeah. And I do remember what happened when we arrived in Vegas. You gave him his famous dark brown smock with the number 11 on it, and then the 2 of you walked towards the Palace Luxor."

Demetria smiled. "He mentions it here in his diary." She pointed to the section where it was.

'We walked towards a large, black, pyramid shaped building with a large statue of a Sphinx out front. 'Whoa! What's this place Mom?' I asked her.

'This is your new home Sweetie. This is the Palace Luxor!'

'Luxor? Like, the Luxor Hotel? Are we in Las Vegas?'

'Well, no and yes. No, this is no longer the Luxor Hotel, as I've had it fully refurbished into my palace, but yes, this is Las Vegas.'

I then looked a bit closer, and I realized that the giant Sphinx statue, as well as the other Egyptian-style statues, all had Demetria's face on them. I then held Demetria's hand again, and we walked inside."

"And that was the same day I introduced him to Carla. The two of them fell in love almost immediately, and I was happy for them. At first though, I did keep Leopard sleeping in the sort of room next to mine, and that DID lead to some pretty steamy encounters."

Minerva was surprised. "Wait, he actually mentions that in his diary?"

"Yeah, The first encounter is right here." Demetria then began to read again.

During my time in Vegas, at least for a while, I slept in a small room next to Demetria's. It had a bed, a table, and a small desk, and it opened directly into Demetria's room. It was small, and Demetria did let me sleep with her, which I often did.

Demetria's room was huge. It was private, and only her, Carla, myself, and 2 or 3 others were allowed to enter. Inside though, it had black carpet, tile floors, a huge fireplace, (electric, as it's often WAY too hot for a fireplace in the desert!) a few columns, a large desk, lots of shelves for books, and other relics, a large HD TV that was mounted to the wall in front of the bed, a set of doors that led to a private balcony with a hot tub, and there was also a closet for Demetria's vast wardrobe as well. It also had a massive bathroom connected to it.

The bathtub was more like a pool, and it was not only in the ground like a pool would be, but it was Egyptian-styled as well. The fittings were gold, the floor was tile, there was a sink, as well as a toilet area, and a huge shower as well. And when I say "a huge shower", I mean that this thing was big enough to hold 10 people! It was like a room made of tile, the floor was stone, and there were multiple shower heads, as well as a few seats. There was a glass door, and a glass wall on one side, and it was ALL custom made for Demetria. However, she willingly shared all of this with her daughter Carla, and of course, Yours Truly.

Even though I always called Demetria "Mom", one would not be incorrect in saying that I was her lover as well. (Carla was my lover too, but that's another story for another time!) She'd never had a husband, and she only liked other males, NOT Futas or Herms. Since she was their Empress, not to mention a physical representation of their Great Goddess, most Futas believed that if ANYONE were to see her in a compromised state, (ie. bathing, using the toilet, getting dressed, or even having sex) they would die. However, I was living proof that this thinking was false. I'd walked in on her doing all these things, (yes, she DID have sex with Carla!) and I was still alive and well. In fact, we often bathed together.

One night, after a hard day's work, Demetria and I were in her bathroom. She was stripping herself of her royal robes so that they could be washed, and I stripped off my smock. We then put them in a laundry basket, and placed them in the bedroom for a servant to take to the laundry room. Demetria then shut the bathroom doors, and locked them. She was now naked, and woe to ANYONE who would see their Goddess in her undressed state!

I was in the shower getting the water warmed up, and then Demetria stepped in to join me. I then wolf-whistled when I saw her. "Wow, lookin' sexy as always Mom!"

She blushed a bit as the steam rose around her. "Oh, stop it Leopard! You're NOT supposed to talk about your Mom like that! I mean yes, my middle name IS Jocasta, but that does NOT make it right!"

"Wait, your middle name really IS Jocasta?" I asked as I got myself wet.

She nodded as she did the same thing. "Yes. Demetria Jocasta Boudica, Empress of the Futanari Empire. However, it's STILL wrong to think like that!" At the same time though, Demetria was blushing, and as stiff as a board, so I knew that she was lying.

I then walked over to her, and pulled her into a hug. I also kissed her for good measure.

"What part of 'It's STILL wrong to think like that!' did you miss Leopard?"

I then let go of her. "I can stop if you want me to. It's NEVER wise to invoke a Goddess's wrath!"

"Well, THAT'S something that we can agree on. However, did I TELL YOU to stop loving me like a lover?"

"Um, no?"

"Then get back over here and love me! I'm your mother, and you HAVE to obey me!"

I did as she asked. "Yes Mom." I then went back to hugging her.

As the water flowed around us, and we were both pretty wet, Demetria looked at me. "And just because you're a Human-Wolf hybrid, as well as my adopted son, the fact that there's almost 20 years between us, not to mention the fact that you're dating my daughter, does NOT mean that I can't have you too! And yes, Carla does know about this, and she's ok with it."

I made a mental note to ask Carla later, but I knew that Demetria wouldn't lie to me about something serious like that. I then leaned up a bit, and locked lips with her.

"Mmm." She moaned as she broke the kiss, "The Futa Legends say that males who have sexual encounters with Goddesses are struck down, but I think that we both know just how much bullshit that really is, right?"

"Yeah, but don't let the other Futas know that; it's bad for discipline! Plus, why would I EVER want to share a Goddess with ANYONE?" I then reached back a bit, and dislodged my soaking wet tail, as it had gotten stuck to my leg.

Demetria blushed a bit. "Oh you little Heartthrob. C'mere!" She then grabbed me, before pushing me against the wall of the shower. I quickly turned the tables though, and pushed her up against the wall of the shower, before kissing her deeply. I also fondled her large, natural 34O breasts as well.

"Mmm, now THAT'S how you treat a Goddess Leopard! She deserves ONLY the best after all!"

I nodded, and then in a move that shocked Demetria, I actually got down on my knees, gently grabbed her member, and slipped it into my mouth!

"OHGOSH!!!!" Demetria had to bite her arm to keep from screaming out in pleasure. I chuckled a bit, and then continued my sloppy blowjob.

"Oh Goddess, you make me feel 20 years younger Baby!"

I then began to fondle her balls, and even gently finger her pussy. It was too much for Demetria though. It had been a VERY long time since she'd last been sexually treated like the Goddess that she was, and she couldn't hold it in. Her dick twitched, and while she blew a nice, creamy load down my throat, she also had a regular orgasm as well!

"OUGGHH!!!! GODDESS!!!!!!" She screamed.

I meanwhile calmly remained in place while she emptied her nuts down my throat. I'd been taught how to suck cock like a pro while I was in the care center the first time, and now those skills were FINALLY being put to some good use! Once I was done swallowing, I then licked Demetria's member clean, before standing back up, and giving her a kiss.

However, Demetria quickly broke it. I then looked into her eyes, and I saw a feral female, wild with need. I could tell that she hadn't had a good f@#k in a LONG time, and she was NOT going to be taking no for an answer if I didn't want to do it!

I began to bend over one of the seats in the shower, but Demetria stopped me. "Oh no, I'm not gonna f@#k you, YOU'RE gonna f@#k ME! It's been WAY too long since I was last f@#ked, and you're gonna give it to me like I need it, or I'm gonna scream rape!"

I knew that she was serious, so I complied. "Sure thing Mom. Just hold still, and I'll make you howl like a she-wolf!"

"And push me up against the glass when you do Baby. I REALLY wanna feel my huge boobies squish against it!"

I laughed a bit. "Sure, that can be arranged Mom!" I then gently walked up behind her, and once I made sure that my member was out of it's sheath and rock hard, I bent her forwards a bit, before I slipped my big red rocket into her warm, gooey pussy.

"Ough! Oh yes Baby! Just like that! My pussy's ACHING for a good f@#k! I haven't had one in YEARS!"

I then began to thrust in and out of her. Demetria wasn't shy about voicing her approval, and I soon had her howling in pleasure. Her boobs were firmly pressed up against the glass of the shower wall, and she would move them back and forth. Just because I had a wolf's dick did NOT mean that I was a light-weight in the size department! My member was EASILY 9in fully erect; 13 if you count my knot!

I was giving it to my Mom like she needed it, and she took it like she needed it too. We had to flip positions just so that she could sit down, as her knees were WAY too weak to allow her to keep standing! She sat on one of the shower seats, and I continued to thrust into her like a wild animal.

"OH GODDESS YES YOU STUD!!! F@#K YOUR MOMMY GOOD!!!!! I can't get pregnant, so you don't have to worry about making a baby inside me, but I know that if I WAS still fertile, I would have a LITTER by the time you were done with me! How on Earth do you have the stamina for this?!"

"That's one rare good thing about Apex; they sure knew how to make it count in the sex department! We have a wolf's sexual appetite, as well as a wolf's power, coupled with a Human's stamina, and a Human's agility. Oh, and we ALSO have the ability to blow a load from both species combined! These balls right here", I held up my gray, furry wolf balls, "Can blow a wolf's load at a Human's semen output, or a Human's load at a wolf's semen output. Or even both at once!"

"FILL ME!!!" Demetria screamed. "PLEASE FILL ME UP!!! I REALLY WANNA HAVE YOUR PUPPIES!!!!"

"Hold on then Mom. Rumor has it that we can pump out up to a half-gallon of semen in one go when we're REALLY pent up......and I'm REALLY pent up right now!"

Demetria only repeated what she said previously, and after pumping into her a few more times, I slipped my knot into her, and began to fill her up. She grabbed my back as I filled her insides with my seed, and I had to grab a rail to steady myself! By the time that I was done spurting, Demetria looked to be about 8 months pregnant with triplets from how much seed I pumped into her! I slipped my knot out of her, and then a HUGE river of my fluids gushed out of her!

"Hot......DAMN Leopard! Just wait til Carla gets a load of you in the bedroom! You've just outperformed, outlasted AND out-cummed EVERY Futa and Herm that I've ever seen! I'm TOTALLY keeping you close to me for ALL of my sexual needs, you sexy Man-Beast!"

I just leaned down and hugged her. "Thanks Mom. You're the best, you Sex-Goddess!"

She blushed while giggling. "Oh you." She then kissed me, and once we were done in the shower, we had just enough strength to exit the bathroom, before crawling into bed.

Both of us were walking a little funny for a while after that, and just like she promised, Demetria kept me close to her for ALL of her sexual needs, just like Carla later would as well.

Minerva looked like she wanted to throw up. "You KNOW that incest is bad, right?"

Demetria just laughed. "Hey, if YOU had a sexy, well-hung hunk of a Man-Beast like that as YOUR son, you KNOW that you would do him too! I AM still a female to a large extent Mini; I have my needs too!"

Minerva put a hand over her face. She was against Demetria's incestuous love-triangle that she had between her, Carla and I, but since Demetria was the Empress, there was very little that she could do about it. "And at least they were quiet about it", She thought. "I mean yes, Leopard and Carla were pretty open about their relationship with each other, but yet I'm glad that they kept the one with Demetria quiet."

"But yet, if you think about it Minerva, Leopard DID earn the right to have sex with me. I mean, he DID save my life 3 times from assassins after all."

Minerva shuddered when she said that. Historical records show that Demetria survived no fewer than 3 assassination attempts post my being in her life, and at least 11 other plots were foiled beforehand. And of those 3, I saved her each time. Once by accident, the second time was just my being lucky, and the 3rd time was my cat-like reflexes.

"Is that mentioned in the diary?"

"Oh yes. All 3 of them are." Demetria then began to read them.

On April 7th, 2025, Demetria was speaking at a rally in Phoenix, Arizona. There was a huge crowd at the open air rally, and I was standing close to her.

Demetria had been talking for a long time, and I was shifting on my feet a bit so that I wouldn't stand with my knees locked together for too long. Little did I suspect though, my movements were frustrating a sniper hiding inside a nearby building. I was in the sniper's way, and they couldn't see to take a shot at Demetria.

"Dammit! Move you little shit!" They mentally yelled at me. Suddenly though, the sniper had an opening. I leaned back a bit, and after getting the go ahead, the sniper took the shot. "BURN IN HELL CUCKY!!!!" They screamed as they fired. Unfortunately for the sniper though, it was not to be.

As the bullet was incoming, I stumbled forwards a bit after I slipped on my sweaty flip-flops, right into the bullet's path! The bullet then tore through my homemade armor that I was wearing, through my right shoulder, and out the backside before hitting Demetria. However, when it hit her, it had already been slowed down, and it hit her thick robes, before tearing through her iPhone that was in a pocket of her robe, and then her metal glasses case before getting lodged into her left breast. Both of us went down, and when someone in the crowd yelled "SNIPER!!!!" It was total pandemonium. The sniper couldn't see to take another shot, and was forced to retreat before they were spotted.

Demetria was rushed to a nearby hospital where she was treated for her wounds, as was I. Both of us were in pain, but yet, we both knew that if I hadn't stumbled when I did, or if I hadn't been wearing my homemade armor, Demetria would have been assassinated. We owed our lives to my sweaty flip-flops, my homemade armor, Demetria's thick robes, her now destroyed iPhone, and her metal glasses case, not to mention her large rack, ALL of which stopped the bullet from reaching her heart. 2 days later, once we were both back in Vegas, my armor, her iPhone, the glasses case, and the bullet were soon put on display.

On July 20th, 2025, Demetria, Carla, Stacy, Face and I were out for a visit in Vale, Colorado. We stopped for lunch at a sandwich shop, and as we were eating at an outside table, I suddenly heard a strange ticking sound.

"Hey, do any of you guys hear a ticking sound?"

Carla looked at me. "Yeah, I hear it too Leopard."

"I don't", Stacy muttered as she ate.

Demetria then looked down at her purse. "I do too, and I think that it's coming from my bag!"

"What?" I then looked, and what I found horrified me. Inside of her purse was a homemade bomb! The device was about the size of a shoe, and was a kitchen timer attached to wires that were connected to a brick of C4!

"BOMB!!!!" Without even thinking, I then grabbed the device, and stopped the timer from ticking. Unfortunately, I then heard an ominous "click!"

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"When I stopped the timer, it just armed itself to blow. If I let go of this thing, we're ALL gonna meet our Maker today!"

I then sat down, and continued to hold onto the device. Meanwhile, Demetria's security detail radioed the bomb squad, and told them that there was a C4 bomb, and that it was now armed to explode if pressure was released from the bomb's timer.

"Oh f@#k me sideways!" I muttered.

Carla sat next to me as I held the bomb. "Shh, it's ok Leopard. You're gonna be ok. The bomb squad's on their way, and Mom's security detail have cleared the area. If that thing blows, it's just gonna kill us."

I looked over at her. "Carla, get out of here. I do NOT want you to be here if this thing blows!"

She simply wrapped her arms around me. "Not a chance Leopard. You told me that first night we were together that your biggest fear was dying alone. I'm NOT going anywhere! That bomb either gets disarmed, detonated harmlessly, or we're both going into the Afterlife today! But in either case Leopard, look on the bright side. Your keen senses detected the bomb's ticking, and you were able to grab it before it blew. You once again saved Mom's life, and you probably saved a LOT of other lives as well, including mine!"

I then looked at Carla, before I gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Thanks Carla. You're the best!"

She hugged me gently. "No problem Leopard. It's kinda my job as your sister/lover to love you after all!"

A few minutes later, the bomb squad arrived. After they examined the device as I held it, they determined that it would indeed explode if I let go of the timer's knob. However, thanks to their using liquid nitrogen, they were able to freeze the timer's inner components, which allowed me to let go of the bomb safely. It was then carried to the bomb squad truck, and after being placed inside of the V-shaped container, the bomb was detonated harmlessly. No one was injured, and once again, I had just saved Demetria's life.

"You did it again Leopard!" Demetria whispered as she hugged me on the train ride back to Vegas. "You saved my life!"

I hugged her back. "I just did what I had to do Mom. You and Carla mean the world to me, so I did it for you two. Stacy and Face owing me their lives is just a bonus!"

Demetria giggled at this, and we both sat back for the rest of the trip, little knowing about the upcoming 3rd and final assassination attempt to date.

The 3rd and final incident came the closest of the 3 to killing Demetria, (who was the primary target), myself, (the secondary target), and Carla, (the tertiary target.) The injuries and damages it caused were so severe that they never fully healed, or were ever fully repaired.

On October 3rd, 2025, Demetria, Carla and I, as well as a few security staff, were in the small kitchen on Level 3 of the Luxor. This kitchen was for Demetria's private use, and it greatly resembled the kitchen in an average home. Demetria had this kitchen for her own use when she wanted to cook for herself, and Carla and I used it too. Demetria was at the stove, Carla was by the door with 2 security officers, and I was sitting at one of the counters drinking a glass of juice. All seemed right with the world, but suddenly, I began to smell a strange smell.

"Hey, does anyone else smell something?"

"I smell sausage and eggs. But what do you smell Leopard?"

I looked over at my Mom. "I'm smelling gas Mom."

"Maybe Carla farted!"

Carla then spoke up. "No Mom, he means natural gas. I'm smelling it too! Something's wrong here!"

I then got up from my stool at the counter, and Demetria, upon smelling the gas as well, quickly turned off the stove. However, before anyone could say anything, we all heard a loud hissing sound coming from close by, and when Demetria opened a cabinet, she saw where the gas line came in, but to her horror, the line had a hole in it, and an electrical device was attached to the pipe where the hole was! One small spark would kill us all, and when I saw the device begin to spark, my reflexes took over.

"GAS EXPLOSION!!!!" I screamed. I then grabbed Demetria, and without even thinking twice, in 2 leaps, I drug her up onto the counter by the window above the sink, before jumping through it! I jumped through that window back first, dragging Demetria behind me. The glass cut my back, but I didn't care.

Back inside the kitchen, Carla and the 2 guards knew what was coming next, so they all got out of the kitchen, and Carla slammed the kitchen door, but before she and the 2 security guards could run very far, the explosion started.

"GET BEHIND THE COLUMNS!!!!" Carla screamed. The hallway that they were in was lined with columns that helped hold up the ceiling. Carla fully got behind one in time, but the others weren't so lucky. The explosion tore through the door, and a jet of flames shot through the hallway. Carla was semi-safe behind her column, as was one of the security officers (though she was burned a bit), but the other wasn't fast enough, and was instantly incinerated.

The explosion was so powerful that it tore open the walls of that hallway, and quickly set them ablaze. Luckily, a few servants who were close by were able to grab Carla and the surviving security officer before they burned alive, and pulled them to safety. The gas explosion and resulting fire triggered the fire-suppression sprinklers in that area, and those were soon hard at work on tackling the blaze. The palace's gas supply was shut off, and the fire brigade was also quickly on the scene.

Many people stopped and stared at the visible smoke and flames coming from the Luxor, and many assumed that it was a terrorist attack. However, what they didn't know was that they owed one male's fast reflexes their thanks for their Empress still being alive.

Once we were through that window, in spite of the glass cutting my back and arms, Demetria and I fell nearly 2 and a half stories down onto the ground. Luckily for us, we landed in a large bed for desert plants that was filled with sand. Unluckily for us though, we still had the gas explosion to contend with.

I managed to flip us over just before we hit so that while Demetria did hit the ground first, her body protected me, which in turn allowed me to flip us over, so that I protected her from what was to come. When the gas explosion happened, followed by a secondary explosion, flames and debris were blown out everywhere in the section outside of that kitchen, as well as the immediate area surrounding it outside. I shielded Demetria from the blast and the debris, some of which got impaled into my back and limbs.

In her shock, Demetria managed to roll me off of herself, and I landed on my side next to her. I was cut, bleeding, bruised, and had metal shrapnel and glass fragments in my back, arms, and legs. I was also burned from the blast. My tail was almost hairless, and I had a chunk of my left wolf ear blown off as well. Demetria was cut and bruised, but otherwise unharmed. She then saw me weakly open my eyes and look at her as emergency crews closed in on our location.

"M-mom?" I weakly muttered.

"Leopard? Leopard! Are you alright?!"

"Please........t-take care of Radar for me.........She........means the world to me......." My eyes then closed.

"NO!!!! LEOPARD!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!" Demetria then broke down crying.

Just then, the emergency crews reached us. At first, they tried to take Demetria to safety, and pretty much leave me to die, but Demetria was having NONE of it!

"FORGET ME, I'M FINE!!!!! SAVE MY SON!!!!"

"My Empress, he's dead. There's NOTHING that we can...."

"PULSE!!!!" One of the EMT's screamed. "I'VE GOT A PULSE!!!! HE'S STILL ALIVE!!!! GET ME A STRETCHER OVER HERE PRONTO!!!!" One was brought, and I was gently picked up, and placed onto it. After being taken to an ambulance, I was rushed to St. Boudica's General Hospital, as were others who were injured during the blast.

I was sent to the OR upon my entry to the hospital, where the surgeons removed the glass, and other shrapnel from my body.

"How is he?" Demetria asked the first nurse that she could find after my surgeries were done.

"EXTREMELY lucky, that's how he is! He'll make it, and we think that he's going to make a full recovery! The worst of it was the shrapnel and glass fragments, and the burns weren't as bad as we originally thought. And yes, while it will take time for the fur on his tail to grow back, we were able to repair his damaged ear, and he's all stitched up. He'll still be pretty out of it for a while, but you owe him your life, My Empress. It was his quick thinking that saved you."

Demetria nodded. "I know. And can I go see him?"

"He's still passed out, but he might be coming around here before too long. Room 307."

"Thank you!" Demetria then raced off to Room 307. When she arrived, she saw me lying on the bed. My vital signs were normal, and while I was patched and stitched up, I was still there, and was going to make a full recovery.

"L-Leopard? Can you hear me Sweetie?"

I then opened my eyes, and looked at her. "M-Mom? Is that you?"

She knelt beside my bed with tears in her eyes. "Yes, I'm right here Leopard!" She gently held one of my hands. "I'm right here!"

I smiled at her. "Thank God. Looks like I saved you again."

"Yes, yes you did Leopard! You saved my life, as well as Carla's life, and the lives of others. You're a hero!"

I then lay back on the bed. I was still in a state of shock at what had just happened. I had just saved Demetria's life for a 3rd time, and I'd just survived a gas explosion to boot!

In total, one security officer died in the blast, 2 other servants later died of their injuries, and 45 others were wounded. Damage to the Luxor itself was confined to only 3 levels, and even then, it was able to be repaired. The damages were in the million dollar range though, and it still did take a long time to repair. The terrorists behind the attack were never caught, though this is because they were gunned down in a shootout less than a week later. All 4 of them died, and would NEVER cause any trouble ever again!

I did make a full recovery by mid-November, and for the last month and a half that I was with Demetria, it was life as usual.

Demetria looked up from the diaries. "3 times. That's how many times he saved my life Minerva. Once from an assassin, and twice from terrorists!"

"Yes, he truly was one of a kind. He did indeed save your life, and I will admit, if he wasn't in your life, then you most likely wouldn't still be alive today! But, thanks to his actions you are, and so are Carla, and all the others that he saved with his quick thinking. And I for one am MORE then glad that he did too Dem. If he hadn't, then you know as well as I do that someone else would be Empress right now, and they would most likely NOT be as kind, caring, and benevolent as you are!"

Demetria laughed at this, but yet it was more of a nervous laugh. She knew that there were those out there who sought to take her rule, and she would NEVER allow it to happen!

"Although Dem?"

"Yeah?"

"Leopard DOES talk about the happier times, right?"

Demetria nodded. "Oh yes, he talks about it all, from the happy times, to his 'founding' of the Gent Maintenance Company, to Stacy and Face, to even his wedding to Carla. Heck, he even talks about the times he became the 'Vegas Shotgun Slinger!"

"Wait, he even talks about his time as the Vegas Shotgun Slinger?!"

"Yep! He talks about it all in here!"

"And can you show me a bit more? I still have time."

Demetria nodded. "Sure Minerva!" She then kept reading........

And, that was Chapter 29, Part 1. There's still a LOT of information left to go, and I realized that I was going to have to split Chapter 29 into 3 parts! Stay tuned though, for those of you who are fans of the "Vegas Shotgun Slinger", and his partner, "Foxy", as well as a bit more of the interactions between Leopard, and Stacy and Face, plus Carla's horses and cow, the time Stacy actually rode Leopard's dick on her own, the time Leopard actually killed a Futa to save Demetria, as well as fighting a gang of Futas to save Carla, Leopard and Carla's horseback riding, and ESPECIALLY Leopard's wedding to Carla, then hold on for parts 2 and 3, coming soon!

In the meantime, Comments, feedback, questions, as well as spreading the word about this story are always appreciated, and I'll see you all again in Chapter 29 Part 2!

ScarFox out for now!