>get caught and held as rapetoy
>used for several days before one of the thugs decides to sell you
>stuffed into a shipping container with a few gallons of water, a dozen cans of spam and a box of twinkies
>hear scuffle outside
>doors open, Officer Svetlana pokes her head in
>you could recognize those white-and-black tiger stripes anywhere, the only Russian Jinko on the force
>she pulls you out bodily, then unshackles your legs
>when you can feel your legs enough to stand upright - those shackles were too damn tight - she looks you in the eye, then looks you over
>next thing you know she's picked you up bridal carry style
>she tells the other officers she's got a training project to work on
>you remember the other thing Officer Svetlana is known for - taking in hopeless schmucks and turning them into halfway-competent fighters
>halfway-competent because none of them ever managed to last through the training
>you know your days to follow are likely going to be filled with pain
>and they are
>fifteen weeks later, you have lost seventy pounds and gained back thirty in muscle
>your muscle memory is that of an admittedly amateur martial artist
>everything has gotten easier for you, though, and you wonder if you'll manage to do what noone else has - complete her training
>seven months later, you are actually a decent fighter
>once or twice a week you're able to pin Svetlana, or throw her in training
>you've begun to notice a certain...not quite aroma, but definitely an unusual feel to the air
>almost as though she is trying to hold back actual bloodlust
>she's been fidgeting lately, and it gets more and more pronounced as you progress in your training
>finally she takes you aside after a warmup
>training for the day hadn't actually begun yet, but stretches and basic exercises had brought you both to a light sweat
>the flush in both your faces is pronounced, or at least it is in hers - there isn't a mirror around, so you don't know about yourself
>you've gotten better at detecting hostile intent, and so the amount of near-lethal fury seething beneath the surface of Svetlana is staggering
>you make an inquiry into what the situation is, what you did to earn her ire
>she looks you in the eye, then looks you over, up and down, much as she did the first time you met
>she gives an odd snorting sound, almost from the throat
"You've done nothing wrong, student.  As a matter of fact, you've just about passed."
>you remark at how her words don't quite match her temperament
"Don't worry, student.  If you can pass this final trial, you will graduate.  After that, well...never mind that.  Just know this: as this is the final step, it will also be the most difficult.  For your final test, you must defeat me completely, as though I were your truest enemy."
>so victory means success, but what does defeat mean?
"Fail, and I will offer you no mercy."
>you are in an understandable level of worry - she's still far above your level of ability
>you do however have one thing on your side: she told you to fight as if she were the enemy, and therefore no hold is barred
>in monstergirl/human combat, there are a number of techniques Svetlana has taught you which are dirty beyond belief, but utterly effective
>the following fight requires you to use them all
>it's a frantic flurry of motion as you desperately attack every opening you can find
>through it all, Svetlana grows more and more flushed - the exertion must be getting to her, perhaps you are doing well?
>eventually, just when you think you are to lose, she declares and end to it
"Enough!  I've seen enough.  You have...passed."
>she says this in an almost halting voice, breathing heavily, glistening with sweat
"I will say this, student - no, Anon - you have outdone my expectations.  As a student, you are now a graduate.  Hold your head high, you have earned that much."
>you unconsciously obey the not-quite order, standing straight and looking her dead on
>your training was hard, but she earned your respect through it, for it was reasonable and effective
>you've even become to like her a bit
>she shudders through her speech, you notice one of her legs twitch in almost a spastic manner, then tighten up
"But know this: though you have completed your training, you must never stop learning.  After all, you never know when you might need your abilities at their peak."
>her breathing is ragged, hostile intent once more fills the air, though a different feel than during the fight - almost pleasant?
"Remember, Anon: all monsters have an inherent need to hunt for a mate, and even the most docile can be ferocious at times.  None of us are free of that particular trait, not even..."
>and here, she opens her eyes wide, the slits of her pupils a pair of razors cutting into your soul
"Not even me."
>you have a chance to wonder if this was her plan all along, to make you into a strong fighter, before she pounces you, pins you to the ground, and tears both of your clothes away
>the night is filled with sounds of your joining
>as are the next three, and the days in between
>finally she comes to rest, and you lay together, in a bed three miles from your starting position
>one month later, the two of you take in a small class for training
>[spoiler]they have no idea what they're in for[/spoiler]