All characters are the property of Capcom and are used without permission as a tribute to ... (this phrase is not translated and in the Japanese context means “Dedication to the Creator”, i.e. the author liked the characters of this or that work so much that he was honored write your own story with their participation - a comment of the translator). Dedicated to all adult fans of the Universe Darkstalkers, for whom "Darkstalkers" is not only a scuffle, but also aesthetics.

Once again the sun went down - the eternal companion of all life on Earth, giving life and joy to those who live in accordance with the laws of nature, and death and anger to those who came from outside to take the Earth away from people along with the right to life. The First Night of the Sixth Month has arrived. Half a year has already passed since the arrival of the Jedi, the great vampire with almost unlimited power. Prior to this, the Darkstalkers repeatedly penetrated into the World of People for more than one thousand years, in order to have fun with human females or just take a few lives. Yes, they were much stronger than many people ... but none of them thought about world domination. And now Jed came ... a tall, slim young man with an ashen face and huge black wings over his shoulders. It is almost impossible to determine the age of the Darkstalker - if you do not take into account the complexion and wings, it could well be sixteen human years ... but Darstalker can be exactly as many times older or younger.

Having penetrated into the World of People just in time for the next world war, Jed, by only an effort of will, reduced to ashes two huge warring armies. Half a year has passed since that moment ... but no one remembers already which side and against whom they fought. The weakened military power was powerless against the powerful vampire who had built his black castle in the center of the former Paris (it is said that he had grown out of the ground in about ten minutes). But where the technique is useless, there is always a place of magic and fortitude. Jed knew it. That both among the Darkstalkers and among the people there are those who can contend with him by force. Therefore, it is necessary to get rid of possible competitors. To arrange a tournament in which once a week, the night from the last day to the first, the greatest people and the darkstalkers will fight each other. What will the winner get? All ... but there will be no winner - Jed will not allow it.

So, the First Night of the Sixth Month. Felicia, stretching, opened her eyes. Her feline instinct suggested that the night had come, it's time for a walk around the city. It is even better to visit some nightclub where you can sing the song “Angel of Light” popular with the sound of the nineteenth century, thus amusing the drunk customers, because there is nothing better in the world than to watch smiling faces! And as soon as people cannot understand this, hurting those who are even slightly different from them? As, however, and their own kind ... So what if it is half a cat, and only half a person? She has something that many people would like to have - soft fluffy paws, an elegant tail, pointed ears on an extremely pretty face and white soft fur covering a large part of the body. This is no reason to hate! More than anything, Felicia wanted to be a singer - for this purpose she came one and a half years ago to the World of People, where, she hoped, her voice would be appreciated. But besides performances in nightclubs under the "plywood" she did not achieve anything. And then Jed came ... and people were kindled with a deadly hatred for the Darkstalkers. They killed them for no reason, even those who did not try to show hostility. Speaking was dangerous - the Jed's cruelty seemed to penetrate the minds of people.

But she spoke. And there were good people who understood her and defended her.Local children brought her flowers and asked her to sing “Angel of Light” once more. And she sang - for what could be more beautiful than happy children? And today she will again appear on the stage of the “Pink Brigantine”, where a few fans are waiting for her.

Felicia headed for the exit, but suddenly fell. Something was holding her right hind leg.

Chain! Finally, recovering from sleep, she remembered.

Last thursday

Fire in the "Pink Brigantine".

Charged by Darkstalkers.

The only Darkstalker seen within a radius of five kilometers from the tragedy is a blue-haired cat-girl, according to local testimony, living in the basement of a burnt-down club.

The motive is Darkstarker. The club belonged to the people.

The fire.

Pain.

Loss of consciousness.

Through the ghostly haze of a subtle sentence:

"First Week Sixth ... against a man ... arena ... duel ..."

"The First Week of the Sixth Month is a fight against a man in the arena in a deadly duel."

Are people really so cruel that would expose her to what she hates so much - violence? She tried to explain herself ... what was the answer: “Why do you have such a big paw, girl?” It is useless. Today she needs to enter the arena. And choose one of two things: either fall from the hands of a heartless person, or try to kill him and become a murderer. But she never killed people - only mice and rats, and then only for the sake of sustenance. Can she? And what will happen next?

The booming and steady blows of forged boots on the iron floor interrupted Felicia’s thoughts. A tall, strong man in the form of a Defender of the lowest rank — a typical guard — entered the cell. At the mere sight of him, the thought flashed through the cat’s head: “If this is a guardian, then what will be the opponent?”

The man grabbed the chain with which Felicia was chained to the wall, and ordered in a rough voice:

- Come on, get up, kitty!

Felicia looked at him with a frightened look.

- Excuse me, Mr., I know that I have to go fight, but you hold the chain so that I can not get up ...

The guard grabbed Felicia by the hair and whispered into his ear:

- You didn't understand me? Get up on all fours. There is still an hour before the fight, which can be pleasant not only for me, but also for you, if you are an obedient kitty.

Felicia froze. She guessed exactly what the guard wanted. Only not this! She is still too young - she has only recently turned fifteen human years! Yes, a couple of years ago she began to feel the hunt, this instinct is in her feline genes. But the human mind, driven by morality, demanded that the marriage with the one she fall in love be legalized first. This law was especially honored by the Darkstalkers. However ... if many of them raped human females, without considering their equal to themselves, then what can a man do with a female Darkstalker?

“Mister, please ... don't ...” pleaded Felicia.

The guard shook his head.

- Oh, how bad! The world has gotten worse! Finding a normal woman is almost impossible - they are afraid to leave the house even during the day! And all because of you, damned brat! And besides, you can be incredibly sexy - I would happily fuck a cat if it were my size. Here you are just right. Get up quickly and raise the tail until it gets worse!

Felicia realized that she had nothing more to do, and complied, quietly whispering:

- Do you have any contraceptives?

- What for? Eraser only prevents close contact with excited flesh. In addition, you can not worry - by dawn you probably will not be alive!

Hot tears flowed from Felicia’s eyes. He does not leave her even a chance to hope! Meanwhile, the guard dropped the uniform and appeared before the cat completely naked. Looking at his square body, covered with scars and bruises, on a curve, swollen from frequent masturbation member, Felicia realized what a lowland creature she was dealing with. She closed her eyes, and immediately felt like ...