Free Broken by Willow Rose

lashed out after
her back causing her to fall. She rolled on her back revealing her white chest
inviting me closer with her mouth slightly open biting after me still lashing
out gently with her paws. Her ears were lowered and her tail was sweeping
across the ground. She was snarling and still lashing out playfully at me. Then
she was back on her legs again walking like a model on the catwalk one foot
straight in front of the other. I took in a deep breath. Even as an animal she
was a stunning sight. So elegant, so majestic and royal in her movements. She
walked and then stopped like she was waiting for me. I caught up with her
again. She lashed out her paw and bit out after me again. Then she rolled on
her back. I came closer and put my paws around her. Then I licked her on the
neck and in her face. She closed her eyes like she was enjoying it.

Chapter 11
    It was
hard for me to leave Aiyana after a night like that, but as the sun started to rise over the swamps we both
had to go back. I was thrilled as I ran towards my house on all four paws. I
was almost dancing. This had been the night of my life. This change had turned
out to be the best thing that had ever happened to me, except for William of
course. This was exciting. This was exhilarating, fascinating, mesmerizing. It
was a lot of things and I had no words that were sufficient to describe it. It
was simply amazing. Once again I had crossed all laws of physics, once again I
had to abandon science and believe in the supernatural. I, Christian Langaa , the prestigious eye surgeon from St. Augustine, had
in fact spent the night running through the Twelve Mile Swamps in the shape of
a jaguar. My human body had transformed itself into a vicious animal. And on
top of it all; I had finally found a way to see Aiyana and spend time with her where no one would see us.
    This was truly something. It was like the night had a
life of its own and now I knew about it. Now I was a part of it. At night I was
the king of the swamps. At night I was the black jaguar whom all animals
feared, except for Aiyana . She was the same as I was.
It was the final confirmation of my suspicion that I had the Fountain of Youth
inside of my veins like she did. It had to mean that she actually had
transferred some of the fountain to me when she bit me. I guess I had somehow
known all along but I hadn't expected to actually become what she was. I knew
she had given me powers. Powers to predict certain future events and sometimes hear
people's thoughts. But this? This ... this transformation of my entire body.
This was truly extraordinary. Even for people who carried the fountain from
birth, even for the descendants of the Timucua Indians like Aiyana's family it was rare that anyone
received the ability to actually transform into a jaguar.
    I managed to sneak back into the yard before I felt
the transformation slowly wear off. First, my fingers came back, then the feet,
arms and legs. The fur withdrew back into the skin and so did the ears and
claws. Even the tail found a way to go back where it had come from. It only
hurt for a few seconds. Then it was all gone and left me with a sadness, an
emptiness. I didn't want it to stop. I enjoyed being the black jaguar. I
enjoyed it a lot more than being the boring Dr. Langaa .
    I looked at the sky. It was cloudless blue and the sun
was making the day bright. I stared at my reflection in the windows of the
house. It was all gone. The black jaguar was gone, as if had all been nothing
but a dream. But it was not. Amazing as it was this had actually happened to
me. It had been as real as I was standing there in my yard naked staring at my
own reflection. At my own pinkish human body that all of a sudden seemed so
incredibly dull and weak. So inane and bland.
    I covered my sex with my hands as I heard voices
coming from a neighbor's front door. People were awake now, getting out of
their houses to get the newspaper or get into their cars to go off to their
jobs. I