(WARNINGS: HEAT CYCLES/HEAT MATING, SLIGHTLY UNDERAGE (depends on how you look at it), VIOLENCE, SLIGHT RELIGION SMASHING (again, it's on how you look at it), HERMAPHRODITE ANATOMY, ALIEN REPRODUCTION)

(EDITED AND SLIGHTLY CHANGED! ;D) 1/27/2016

Sebastian Michaelis was only trying to find a new attraction for his circus. See, the economy had run into the ground with the new president, and people were losing jobs all over the country. No jobs means no money. No money means that no one will go to his circus. No people in his circus means no escape from this pathetic world.

So the ringmaster had to find something so amazing, and so extraordinary, that people would spend their precious last dimes and job-searching time just to see it. And the Black Market seems like a good place to start look for this said attraction.

"I'ma tellin' ya Jack! The thing had razor sharp teeth! And claws! Oh, it was hideous, I'ma tellin' ya… covered in muddy fur, too..." a thick cockney accent spoke to it's drinking partner.

Sebastian was hovering near by, watchful wine red eyes scanning for something decent. A conversation between two drunks caught his attention.

"Pfft, bug off. Only thing vicious that lives in dos' old woods are damn coons'. Unless you was drunk off your ass, or a giant rabid coon' 'tacked ya, then i don't believe it."

"I'ma serious!" the first one insisted. "I bet ya it's that demon they're lookin' for. If i had 'nuff cash ta' catch it with, I'd be swimming in dough." At this, Sebastian intervened.

"A demon?" the wine-eyed ringmaster asked. The smarter of the two elderly drunks spoke up.

"Ya. Somethin' 'bout a devil runnin' around the old Funtom woods. Ya know, the creepy old one? I hurd' some cult lives down dar'" Not so smart after all, mused Sebastian.

"Big money is on it's head too," the other one said with glassed over eyes. Sebastian pondered over this, before pushing back the urge to smirk maliciously. He thought of the perfect plan. If he manages to find this 'devil', he could place it in the circus. If it shows to be useless enough, he'll sell it.

"Where can i find the people looking for this… devil?"

The younger and drunker of the two drunks pulled out a crumbled up paper in his coat pocket with alcohol stricken hands, and tossed it to Sebastian. "The place is on far'. I'm pretty sure it's those people who run da' freak show… ya' know, down 'dar"

Sebastian knew very well what 'down there' ment.

Everything illegal and unsanitary happened there. He sighed, knowing he shouldn't mess with those people, but he had a circus to look after, right? Besides, even if he did get mixed up with 'down there', he had connections of his own to help... And his own urges...

~Day 2~

Funtom Woods is where the 25 year old ringmaster finds himself just a few hours later. He pauses to think over his plans, leaned up against the side of his trailer (which was attached to his pick-up truck), staring into the dark foggy swamp. He had ropes and traps in the trunk, as well as two metal cages. One was used for lions, the other for the poodles. Both made from strong metal, so it was not easily broken. He didn't know how big this monster of sorts would be -everyone he asked had different opinions-, so he didn't take any chances.

It didn't take long for the wine-eyed beauty to find the 'demon'.

He didn't really think it of a 'demon'. More like something out of those Narnia books. And the little… beast was clearly nothing of what he expected. Like it's stunning elegance and grace.. for something so fragile looking and… pissed-off.

The being attacked first, catching the ringmaster by surprise. Sebastian was walking calmly, barely a few feet within the swamp when he heart a twig snap. Then another. Then the sound of running paws. Little claws suddenly attached themselves onto his back, hands gripping his neck as if to choke him to death. His first thought was that some human had attacked him, but a very feline like yowl made him think otherwise.

Sebastian knew how to fight. So he had no problem regaining control. He had learned Krav Maga well, and the skill of dominance had become an art of sorts. He flipped the little creature over his back and pinned it down by smooth baby-skinned shoulders, as pale as milk.

It's face was mostly human... as well the upper half of its body. It hissed so passionately with anger and pain, it made Sebastian groan at anticipation of hurting it more. The being was human- he thinks. Somewhere around early teenage years. Perhaps 13-16.

Sebastian continued to get the upper hand of the little teen, and tied it by hog-style. It was a little thing, no more than 100 pounds at most, despite it's prepubescent-child sized body. It had sharp, slate-furred feline ears on the upper sides of its head, currently laid back in aggression. The tops of it's hands had a dust of fur, fingernails more like little, easy to break, kitten claws.

Sebastian decided then and there he liked associating the little one with cats. Because it also had cat legs, and tail.

It's waist started to have dusting of fine fur, similar to the color of it's unusual hair and ears. From here, it quickly thickens into a full on coat. Starting at the hips, bones are more curved and thin, knees closer to feline haunches than a mere mutation. And there, right where feet would be, was two little slate/gray paws worthy of being called adorable in every aspect.

It looked up with such anger, such agony, but held worry of the events to come behind those large, innocent eyes. The beings right eye was a shocking violet and lavender, like late sunset. The left eye was much darker, the same color one gets on a late night sky of nothing but stars and constellations. It made Sebastian want to run his fingers under those eyes, to see how it's tears fall.

He smiled softly at his new little kitten. He was bent down on his heels, and reaches out a hand to run his fingers down his inhuman, satin like skin of his left cheek. As he did this, the little hybrid child kid suddenly showed its bright, white fangs and teeth, and took a pretty good bite on the ringmaster's thumb joint. He gasps a bit, surprised, and rips his hand away, only to cause a rip in his skin. As he does, he notices within a blink of an eye, that the little alien child's canines retracted ever so slightly. A vampire?

Sebastian drags his new prize to the trailer, pushing it into the lion's cage. The little hybrid was to fragile to break out… it seemed ridiculous to put him in a cage meant for beasts. But, the poodle cage was a tad too small.

Sebastian then took to time to see if it was male, or female.

He places his white-gloved hands on the calves of the smaller one with seductive slowness, running his hands down to his flanks and haunches, spreading furr away from the creature's neither regions. The hybrid suddenly hisses, twisting away as if the ringmaster had burned it. It's long tail curled up to hide itself, a dark, shameful blush showed.

Sebastian smirked, and forcefully pulled it's legs apart, determined now.

At first he had believed the little hybrid to be a girl, when it so gleefully attacked him. It's slender waist, child-bearing hips... Its face round and full, plump pink lips, little fangs showing from a snarl. But it's voice was a bit (a bit) too deep to be female… chin small, yet strong. Hands slender as well, but in a way that shows a young boy's rough grip on his surroundings.

Now Sebastian need a pronoun in which to refer to the creature as. He first thinks its a girl, again. A small, very cat like vegina sat huddled wear a human's perineal would be. Ah… a little girl indeed, he thought for a split second, before his brain got a mind explosion. Something's peaking from the very start of the orifice.

While staring at it's 'genitals' the little hybrid kit yowled again, it's blush now traveling down to it's neck, and chest and shoulders. It was obvious it had some sort of mental capabilities of a human. Sebastian chuckles and pressed a gloved finger to the swollen opening, wondering what was wrong with her clitoris.

It peaked further out.

The strangeness and oddity of it made Sebastian let go, and realizing that the little girl's clit was not a clit.

It was an erection.

The little girl, was not a girl. And not quite a boy. Sebastian had never met a hermaphrodite before, so it only fueled his secret discomfort with the situation. However, the look on the little being's face keeps the ringmaster from killing it. The younger whined with shame, it's hands and paws straightening against the rope tied above it. It's face bright red, like dark rose pettle. And as soft, too...

But the little didn't seem it was ready to surrender at all. It shoot the most pitiful, menacing looking glare at the ringmaster as if it would kill him with it's eyes; even through the haze of shame… and lust?

The ringmaster goes through from mental knowledge. That yowl was familiar to Sebastian.

See, he loved cats. He's had his fair share. In fact, he had two cats now. Nanna and Poe. Speaking of which, they were sniffing about the cage with curiosity and… mixed feelings. Nanna, the female, looked ready to claw the hybrid's eyes out. She hissed and arched her back, showing domanince. However, her partner Poe looked happy. A bit to happy.

Sebastian knew how cats were around new cats. Typically it takes time for a cat to get use to another of it's kind. But, a male cat would be quite the gentlemen when with a female in heat. Female cat on female cat never ended well anyway- unless both where in heat, in which neither bothered with the other. And his cats acted just like that.

He's had Poe for a few years, and Nanna was a year old. Poe had been very interesting in Nanna's pee, and often sprayed his urine around. Sebastian had to line the walls of the trailer with newspaper. But that would only mean that Nanna was close to going into heat… she made a few mating yowls, but didn't let her potential mate mount her or go into the frog crouch. So the ringmaster knew a female cat's heat yowl.

His little hybrid child had a very similar sound….

Oh what fun, he thought with a devil-envy smirk.