Author's Note- For those that are new a Fantastique is a futuristic recording of an erotic nature. It is a break off from my original work 'The Frau' which is a sequel to my fanfic 'Droog'. If you are interested in original work I'm under the penname MissStrange on the FictionPress. I plan to make my last one for Star Track: Generations. Enjoy!

Nothing was going Paul's way, not at all. This morning, 6 to be exact he felt a light prick on his chest where his heart is. He put his hand to his heart were he ripped off what looked like a timer the shape of a Valentines' Day heart. The words were, YOU'LL BE SMITTEN IN: 24 hrs, 15 mins, 5 secs. Already it was ticking down the time. Paul looked in the back, may love find you-Ecchi. Paul knew who Ecchi was yet no one knows what she looks like (he had a feeling this person was a girl) but everyone normal or not are always so eager to get one of those 'Love Timers'. Everyone except for Paul.

Few years ago there was a law called Dracula's Law were any supernatural being was to be treated as a human so long as no other humans were harmed. First it was the vampires (of course it'll be vampires) then the werewolves, then eventually the rest of the nocturnal or 'nocs' as the humans like to say. Ever since the law passed a lot of the Nocs have been 'crawling out of the dark' as the saying goes but there were some Nocs still hidden in the dark and Paul was one of them.

How would society feel if he just admitted he can shift into a panther after sex and can change into human form once he killed them? Or worse that the only way to stay human was to sleep with a blood relative, which in this case is his sister, Irene? He knew the answer to both those questions very well, there will be a mob at his door before he could take another word of defense so it was best to stay in the dark.

An hour later Paul waited in the terminal for his sister to arrive. The timer said 23 hrs, 45 mins, 15 secs, will the timer stop if I see her, he thought once he sensed her presence nearby. It had been a long time since he first last saw her. He was 8 when his parents died and Irene was only 4. Through both of their lives they've been living in foster homes. He didn't know how Irene felt but Paul never felt loved in the system until Female (pronounced fa-mal-iee) adopted him at 14. She was the one that told him about his condition and her part as a midwife to the family tradition. "My family has helped your family for generations," she said once. Now that he was in his thirties he needed to settle down. Personally he didn't want to sleep with his sister but he was getting old. The line of the panthers needed to continue.

When he first saw his sister at first he thought he sensed the wrong person. Paul remembered her being cute when she was little but he always imagined her differently. Irene had lovely green eyes and pouty lips but the rest of her was very androgynous, she looked far closer to a twelve year old boy then a woman. Once he made himself known to her he thought, great, not only am I going to commit insect I'm going to feel like a pedophile.

Once he left the terminal he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Paul always imagined her to have long hair, most preferably brunette with a body that was way more feminine, Irene was none of those. Once Paul introduced Irene to his home and his housekeeper Female his phone made a beep. He looked to see he got a text from Nicola. Nicola was a friend that he met at the park where he liked to stroll sometimes, he didn't expect it to become a friendship yet strangely it did. "Hey Female, why don't you show Irene around while I get this," he said going back outside while Female gave his sister the tour of the house. This was how their text went.

Nicola: Hey Polly :) You met your sister yet?

Paul: Yeah, she's not what I excepted but it's still nice to see her. It's been ages since I've last seen her. So how's my Cola?

Nicola: I'm great, actually! I'm going to an anime convention tonight, it'll be awesome!

Paul: That's cool, what are you going to be dressed as?

Nicola: I don't know yet, I'll figure it out, I always do. Anyway I don't want to keep your sister waiting. You want to hang out at 6 in the morning tomorrow at the park?

Paul: Yeah, that'll be great, Cola.

Nicola: Sweet! I'll see you tomorrow, Bye!

Paul: Bye!

Paul put his phone back into his pocket after the conversation was done feeling a little bummed out. Nicola was the first best friend he actually ever had. Even though she was a girl never once had he felt the need to sleep with her which was one of the reasons he liked her a lot. She was always fun to be around no matter how boring or dire the situation is (once they were trapped in an elevator for twelve hours and to pass the time was to draw with sharpies, 'ganstas for life Polly!' she joked one time, hence the name 'Polly').

The rest of the day he hoped he'd fall in love with his sister but it was very unsuccessful. He couldn't get passed how 'boyish' she looked and no matter how hard he tried to make a move on her he couldn't stomach the thought of touching her in that manner. Once Irene went to bed he perched himself on the railing of her bed watching her. How am I going to love my sister if I'm not attracted to her? I mean I'm far more likely to be attracted to Nicola then….

Paul stopped at the thought leaving the room feeling guilty of being attracted to Nicola. Nicola was tomboyish but still you can tell she was feminine with long brunette hair and blue eyes like the ocean. Indeed she was attractive but he couldn't imagine having sex with her or at least didn't want to think about it. With that in mind he left his house, he had the feeling he was going to be out all night

Knowing he was going to be in need he went to a local hotel downtown where the cops won't really bother to check if a crime was committed. After calling a hooker to satisfy his needs he looked at the timer: 1 hrs, 01 mins, 15 secs. It was almost time yet there was no one to love him in this dirty hotel room. He threw the timer to the other side of the room feeling a little depressed. Patiently he waited for the whore, when thirty-five minutes passed by he took out his phone out of boredom streaming pictures of his friend. As he was looking through the pictures half mindlessly his eye caught on one with her wearing a tight top. It wasn't too revealing but it showed enough cleavage for him to rise.

Lying on his back he thought of her taking that top off, squeezing her large breast as he pleasured her. The thought of doing that should be wrong yet it felt exciting, especially the idea of her topless (secretly he's always wanted to see her topless). As the fantasy was getting started there was a loud knocking on the door. He was about to yell go away until he heard Nicola say, "May I come in?" Immediately he zipped his pants up dashing all dirty thoughts out the window but came back with a vengeance once he saw what Nicola was wearing. He had no idea what anime character she was but she dressed as a French maid and was very revealing.

"I paid that hooker 200 dollars," she said closing the door behind her. His eyes watched her lustfully as her outfit came undone. "I've been wanting to do this for a while," she said once she was completely naked. Paul never knew just how beautiful she was until he laid eyes on her body. Nicola had everything he ever wanted in a woman, an hour glass figure, perfectly large breasts, skin smooth as silk…..he could go on forever about her beauty but the thing he loved the most was when she put her hands on his chest, he could sense her desire in that touch.

"Nicola," he whispered with protests on his lips. Why haven't I seen you like this before? Why are you here? We can't do this, I'll kill you. All these things he wanted to say but her lips crashed into his. With her soft lips against his he didn't think about Irene or his duty of family tradition, he thought about Nicola and her transition from friend to lover.

"I want you," she said between kisses, Paul laid her down on the bed with him on top as completely naked as her.

"I want you," he said stroking himself against her wetness. Paul didn't want to hurt her but the need was so great it was actually painful. Knowing there was no turning back he took her. Her eyes were wide as he entered her gasping almost in pain. "Are you alright?" he asked

"Yes," she breathed, "keep going, it's just my first time." Paul did keep going but he felt terrible. I'm so sorry, I should have known you were an innocent. The guilt was set aside once the lovers were in rhythm, it all felt so right all the way up to the orgasm. Once the afterglow of sex came upon them, Paul waited for the change. One minute, two minutes, three, four then five. After five minutes passed he noticed he wasn't changing. If he wasn't changing then…..

"Nicola….I know this is going to sound strange but….are you a black leopard?"

Nicola looked up at him, not through the eyes of a human but the eyes of a cat. "No, I'm a black tiger but we are related in a different sort of way," she said with a blink of her eyes they were human again. "Do you think of me differently now?"

"No," he said kissing her, he never felt so happy in his life. He didn't give a damn if she was a tiger and he a leopard, he was just glad no one was dying from selfish lust. Yet he felt there was something more then that. As Nicola and Paul fell asleep the Love Timer was silently bleeping what they silently felt: POLLY LOVES COLA! COLA LOVES POLLY! The Timer was there for only a few second and then it was gone.