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Turlingdrome Presents:

A carefully-crafted story, inspired by Yiffstar,

"WELCOME TO THE MOVEMENT"

Enjoy.

The Lands of Sxenturia, which lie upon the massive Ce'Dungu'n Plateau, surrounded by turquoise oceans on all sides may, in some aspects, be compared to the large metropolitan areas we have on Earth in the early 2300s. On both planets, there roam bipedal varieties of amphibians, vulpines, lupines, (and other assorted mammals), some rare breeds of fish, Avians, and lastly, Mythicans; who make up the relatively small upper-class of Sxenturian society. In as many ways as one could say that Earth has lost its distinguished cities in favour of gigantic, continent-spanning metropolitan districts, (where increased population density can be seen in the astonishing height of the buildings stamped out of the ground,) one could say that Sxenturia, though situated on the sole continent on the entire planet, is now much the same. Yet, it is commonly agreed (by those select few privileged enough to know of both sides simultaneously), that the Sxenturians do things differently.

Whereas a focus on health and general well-being had the Earth's many species' ideals of lifestyle and public image change to more moderate, and arguably accepting social standards, in Sxenturia, the view of 'normality' and 'desirability' took a different course entirely: It started to dominate pretty much everything.

On Sxenturia, gone were the days where news anchors would retain their credibility by using formal wear and neutral facial expressions - Extinct, indeed, were the political posters whereupon barely more than a face or logo would reside, stating plainly a person or party's message; they phased out over the course of the 2100s - 2280s, into something more aesthetically focused. The many years a university education would take up were exchanged for a life-long focus on the body, strength, and looks.

As such, the gym became a primary meeting place for nearly all of Sxenturia's inhabitants. These places were filled with sweating, revolving, pumping and groaning bodies of massive furs, struggling with their every breath to better themselves physically, paying more than a little heed to the strategically-placed posters and ads of celbrities and politicians - in the nude -, casually showing off their iron chests, steel, chiselled, abdominals, and magnificent arms - Challenging anyone who dared, not to vote for them, it often seemed.

As this culture evolved, (and body image ramped up to ever-increasing levels of vane perfection,) the people's eyes and opinions, perhaps naturally, became more attuned to picking up those with more beneficial genetics, soon earning this growing group the colloquialism, "The Lucky Wave". A side-effect of this, however, was that those with genetically less impressive bodily features or skills, soon became second-class citizens; treated with little respect and granted little credibility. It is with this mindset, that our story begins.

The bustling streets of the Third Tier. High-reaching metal structures rise all around, and numerous pods are floating away in the distant skies. It is late afternoon, and a chilly breeze wafts through Coronary Boulevard. Whistling as it whips around a corner, the displacement ruffles a brown hood of a creature standing in a shadow-swathed corner.

"Hmmh.", it growled.

From under the hood, if someone cared to pay attention, a pale, hairy snout could be seen, protruding slightly; utterly still. Of course, no-one was paying attention, as they were much too busy jogging, hyperscooting, flying, or otherwise whisking away into the coming nightfall - to rest, and rise another day, to train and prance, to smile and flirt, and, doubtlessly, to fornicate wildly in raging arousal. The fur observed his surroundings, the way the taller 'Perfects' carelessly prowled, walked, ran, cheered and kissed - calling up painful memories, sinister intentions, and a dark past. The mutt smiled mirthlessly, as he lowered his gaze, a feeling of slight euphoria washing over him. He examined the flat Foil-O-Screen, active in his hand.

The Movement had been lying in wait for many long years, enduring the blight of exile - their reluctance to undo shirts and accentuate genitalia having taken their public liberties away from them nearly an Age ago. But as of today, the silence of the Movement would finally be broken. It would soon be their grasp that would be firmly squeezing the powers that be, and the control of the Cybers.

There was a sudden melody of metallic tunes, prompting the grey creature to raise a long-clawed paw to the side of his head, to receive the incoming message.

"Yes." A few seconds passed. "He's ready?"

He eyed the streets before him carefully.

"You sure? ... - Uh-huh. Perfect. I'm on my way." The wolf threw a final glance at the fading sun, and with an uncommon swiftness, he disappeared into the disused subway system.

* * *

Deep inside the cavernous subterranean transit system that permeates much of Sxenturia's metropolitan underground domains, there is a collection of adjoined tunnels and maintenance bays which, though the whole system hasn't been used since the advent of personal transit vehicles, has been in constant habitation by a mysterious group of furs. Furs, who go to great lengths to secure their obscurity. Within the catacombs, there is a collection of murky hallways leading up to a central hall once used for storing old metro cars on quiet days. Not much of its cavernous qualities remains visible to the eye at present; the entire chamber had been partitioned into rudimentary wards, rooms, an office or two, a jail cell, and an Experimental Facility. Approaching the latter, the grey-haired Master let down his hood, and nodded to the tall door guard, who grants him entry.

"Oh, ehm, Boss...!" a laboured voice exclaimed from behind a number of fluorescent last-generation computer consoles. "I... didn't ... receive- OHhh... word..."

"Hello Josh. No, that's correct, I hastened here just as soon as I heard ... - Ah." The Master stopped mid-sentence, having reached the window, overlooking a murkily-lit chamber adjacent to the one he was in. Not even glancing at the panting feline in the weathered chair, he resonated: "Don't let me keep you, Josh, we're far past the stage where you have to hide your ..." he smiled darkly at his dim reflection in the window "... indulgences..."

The cat couldn't respond quickly enough. "I... - EHm, ... Thank - You - Boss.... EEAAAARHHHH!" A thump, then a sound of splattering in the corner of the room. "Hooooo.... Hmmmm... Hhmmmmmmm...." the panting creature rumbled, satisfaction raging over him in that familiar way...

The grey voyeur tore his eyes away from the panoramic view, and turned to the assortment of computer screens, showing several angles of a video feed, some statistics, and medical information on the subjects in the adjacent room. "Got the call that he's supposed to be... Oh..." The Master had put a paw down on the desk for support, but the furry appendage was met with a squishy material that he knew only too well.

"...!!! I'm so sorry, Boss - Let me ..." still panting, the panther/lynx (or whatever cross-breed this particular guy was, the Master could never tell,) scrambled across his desk, trying to find something to clear away the immodestly-sized puddle on the surface, which was slowly dripping to the floor.

"I- .. .Ahem, don't bother. No Josh, really..." The aged wolf paused for a second. "I do say, Joshie..." He lifted up his paw, now matted in fragrant spunk, "That's a pretty good haul..." There was a slight tone of approval in his voice, as though he was impressed. This caused some shyness in the camera technician, and he shrunk into his seat a bit. The lupine's keen eyes scanned the young one for a long moment, seeing as though he'd never noticed earlier, how his fur softly caressed the lightly muscled arms, how the untucked shirt revealed a good set of genitals, and further up, a slightly round, though in no ways fat, soft, belly. His ample chest heaved up and down with the after-shocks of the orgasm, and the Master could not really blame him.

"I'll tell you this much," the lupine patted the cat's shoulder, leaving a small cumprint. "If we hadn't had Frankie," He walked back up to the window, gazing at the scene beyond it. "You'd have been a fine choice for our plans."

If Josh was able to blush, he would have done so now. "TH-thanks... Gee..."

"Regardless," the old wolf sounded off, a renewed energy in his rasping voice. "There is work yet to be done. I do believe his stamina is at the required level?"

Josh struggled forward to his screens, eyeing the latest results. "Ohh, yes sir.... Very much so."

The wolf smiled.

* * *

The murky window partly obscured the scene beyond, and perhaps this was for the best - No window's view could really do justice to what the two furs inside were doing, for days on end. In the room beyond, high-ceilinged and larger than the others, was a large assortment of comfortable bedding and cushions, spread across the floor to provide an evenly-spread, large matress. There were stains here and there. Upon the cushions, ever entwined in motions of delightful, blissful, lustful engagement, were two furs, who upon first glance, looked like they both ought to be topside.

Perhaps it was the stark contrast between them and the more mediocre-looking furs who roamed the rest of the establishment, and indeed, in direct comparison, perhaps the two near-perfects would look plain, boring, or just ugly, fat or weak, when the planetside population is taken into account. Still, the oozing, brimming, beautiful motions of hot, passionate lovemaking which strenuously went on for hours and hours in this chamber was enough to send young Joshy (and several other engineers throughout the facility) over the edge every time he had one off the wrist, watching the spectacle.

Aggie and Frank. The plain names did little justice to their extraordinary qualities. Aggie, descendant of a distinguished line of furs who once held much power on the surface, with her beautiful, lithe body, her perky, bulbous tits presently bouncing and bopping about wildly, as she clenches her eyes shut, trying not to send herself into today's fifteenth orgasm, pleasuring herself and her partner with the ample cock that penetrated her every hole - whichever she chose. The cock, pulsating and hard as steel, and at least 9 inches (and a respectable girth to match), was attached to the enthrallingly red-furred body of a fox, whose bedazzled (and dazzling) eyes were constantly set on fucking every last ounce of himself into his assigned mate. Frank, the vulpine 'Ace-in-the-hole' in more ways than one, was a beautiful, mind-boggling apparition when the Master first saw to his capture, and he had lost none of his inert attractiveness over the long months of his indoctination, and various techniques of 'building up.'.

For here is perhaps the cruel part of the Plan. The steamy room, rife with the pheromones of love and fornication, would constantly be filled with the incessant grunting, yipping and yelping of the two furs, engaged in blissful friction - but it would only ever be the excited, extatic screams of the lupine lady, who was sent over the brink of so many monumental orgasms, that would fill the room. Not for many months had the facility known the primal grunt of the muscular male, as he sent his pumping balls into overdrive. It was this endless succession of excitement and psychologically-induced withholding, that would be the core of the Movement's plan for rebellion.

"Hmmmmh... Drive it into me real good, love... Oh... I... Hmmmm..." Delightful yips interrupted her. "I ... Can't believe ... you've done it A-AGAAAAAaAAAAAINNN......." She squealed loudly, her radiant body vibrating with the orgasm that took her, and then weakly fell off Frank's hot cock, who, with a slightly amused expression, was already reaching for the tub of lube in the corner. "No no ... No, baby .... " she continued, sighing. "No more today. I can't. You're too much for me." She winked at him.

"Can hardly believe it took you fifteen times to realise that, foxy..."

She chuckled weakly. "Fifteen already? 'Guess I lost count at three."

"Well, you know I'm always up for it." Frank eyed the throbbing cock hanging in front of him, below the chiseled stomach, and bulging pectorals.

"Only too well." She looked up at his eyes, seeing that unsatisfied glint in his eyes which had been tormenting him for months, now. "Hmmmh... It's for a good cause, honey. You know that if it had been up to me..."

The fox smiled ruefully, white teeth glinting in the fluorescence. "I know it is."

"Speaking of which,", a deep voice interrupted the couple, "I have good news for you."

The aged wolf came down the steps, taking a hungry look around him. As his eyes met Frank's, he could feel the vengeful fire blazing behind their pupils. This meant something. The wolf continued. "You're ready, Frankie."

"I- ... I'm..?" The fox stammered.

"Ready. Scans confirm it, I got the call just 40 minutes ago. We can move on to the next phase." The excitment in his voice was infectious, and the dazed female on the floor instantly perked up her ears.

"Really?" She called, astonished. "Oh, honey - Congratulations!" She sprang up and hugged his wide shoulders.

"I'm ready..." Frank muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He looked down at his twitching member, red-hot with excitment as it was. "I guess... Yeah, I guess I am." Presently, he grinned, looking at his companions with more confidence than he felt.

"I'm glad to see you so eager for the next step, Brother Frank." The Master smiled. "It's just that... well," he motioned towards the fearsome weapons between the fox's legs. "You're not going into the streets like that, are you?"

"Aren't they all like that nowadays?" Aggie asked, in the fox's defense. "He'll blend in perfectly... Hell, it might even make the job easier."

"No, 's not a problem, baby." Frank rasped, and he looked back at the pulsating rod. He clenched his eyes shut, and willed the erection to subside. The ample preparation he had gone through months ago had tought him this technique, and he mastered it well. Somewhere upstairs, there was a disappointed groan. Aggie smiled slightly.

"Perfect. Here's what's going to happen." the Master said, his voice lowering conspiratorially.

Josh was still at his cum-dripping desk, squinting at the screen, trying to focus on what the two furs in the room were doing so quietly, not noticing that one of the three had left the chamber. Consequently it was with some shock that Josh realised that there was a stunningly beautiful wolfette standing in the northern corner of the room.

"Y'know..." she mused, well used to the cat's stares, as his eyes seemed to lick her body inch for inch from his office chair. "After a few months of fox love... I think I'm ready for a change." Her voluptuous breasts approached Josh, who hardly noticed the rest of her was advancing on him too. "I am told," she went on, "That you felines are capable of some amazing feats in the sack..."

All of Josh's dreams, even some he hadn't even begun to come up with, came true that night.

* * *

The next morning, a busty lioness made her usual rounds through the Yverrhi District, paying much attention to the male beauty she could pick up on underway. She nearly faltered as her eye fell upon one particular specimen with some surprise. Lucky no-one saw it happen, for it would be disastrous for her reputation, to be seen falling during a paltry jog of a few miles. The stunningly red-furred apparition that so irradiated her vision turned out to be a sharply-dressed fox. Tall, angular, and with a rogueishly handsome quality, he was perusing a storefront of one of the exclusive Sexual Enhancement boutiques on the up-town street. He hadn't yet noticed her.

Normally, she would be slightly insulted by this fact, but in this case it didn't matter much to her. She covertly approached her prey, carefully eyeing him from all sides in the hustle and bustle of morning commuters. Her obsession, stemming less from the fact that this specimen was so enthralling to look at, than from the fact that he would cover up so much of himself, (A black shirt and slacks, come on?) caused her to be completely oblivious to the fact that the fox had seen her circling him in the window's bright reflection minutes ago.

Frank smiled to himself. All is well. He waited until the feline female was so close as to preclude any passing infatuation, and he rounded on her, startling her with a direct, piercing gaze of deep colour. "Why, good morning." he greeted, putting his lessons into action. Suave.

"G- .. Good morrow." the lioness stammered momentarily. Then she raised herself to her full height. "Looking for some more excitement, I see?" She gestured in the shop's direction.

"Kind of..." came the reply. It wasn't a complete lie, as the windowgazing offered him a good, long look at one of the rousing posters hanging from one of the store walls, proudly proclaiming: "To a Bold, Beautiful Future! Vote JENSI" A revealing photo of a beige lioness, stunningly beautiful, accompanied the message. A perfect representation of the beast-woman standing in front of him now, still taken aback by his attention. He smiled toothily. "I don't think I can find it in a simple shop like this one, though..."

She nodded, putting on an air of nonchalance. She too had noticed her image hanging from the wall. "Yet, you look like you ... like what you see..." She stood beside him as he turned back to the poster, pensively for a second. "I mean, it's more revealing than what I usually wear..." She swayed her hips, coiling her tail around her leg. "But I don't mind, frankly..." she added, flirtatiously.

"It's a good picture." He conceded. He then glanced back at the lioness. Oh, she was interested, alright. "Are all public figures so ... open to their audience ... on this side of the Metropolis?"

She chuckled. Slowly, she purred: "Only if they ... ahem." She uncoiled her tail, and carefully caressed the fox's leg. Irresistible. "like what they see..." She threw in a seductive look for good measure. That should do the trick.

"Ah-hah", the fox chuckled. He took a step away, carefully pulling his leg free. "At least the leadership's straightforward on this side of town..."

In a flash and a growl, Frank earned a new gash on the side of his snout. The snarling female pierced him with a scarlet gaze. "Bitch..." he muttered, absent-mindedly rubbing his face.

"We also," she took a deliberate step forward, driving the fox into a corner. "Always..." She advanced further. "Get. What.We. Want."

The snarl was replaced by an enchanting smile.

Bingo. "Well, when you put it like that..." Frank returned the grin. "Your place?"

"Always." she winked.

* * *

The oaken door smashed into the wall as the couple stumbled inside, entwined in a passionate embrace, their lips meeting. Frank breathed heavily, trying to liberate himself from the heat that the woman was emanating. "Hmmh... Hmmmf," The two clumsily struggled to a sizeable sofa in the middle of the penthouse apartment. Paying no heed to the small crashes of various priceless artifacts and memorabilia, the two slid over the glass table, almost falling to the floor. The fox dug his claws into the carpet, anything to keep this embrace from breaking.

The two moved and writhed in the softness of the couch for a few long moments, and the lioness's minimal garments soon met their Maker. The fox dug his front paws into the sumptuous ass, as the female's strong leg muscles flexed involuntarily in her lustful motion. The two broke apart presently, and Frank eyed his mouthwatering prize. Her large breasts, coated with fur that was slightly lighter than that covering her back, were still held back by an enticing lace bra. It was soon taken care of, and the lioness chuckled under her breath at her lover's admiring gaze, watching them flop freely once more.

"They seem bigger, now..." the fox breathed, huskily.

"You like well-endowed girls, don't you?" she winked, and then dug her snout into his chest, taking in his copious pheromones. She bit down on the soft fabric of his shirt, and in one fluid motion, disposed of it. His glorious pecs and sharp stomach muscles were revealed, and his biceps twitched visibly as he reached over his shoulders, ridding himself of the rest of the constricting clothing. She started licking him, his arousal already far exceeding expectations.

"Baby ... Uuhhhmmmmmm, yeah ..." he crooned softly. He himself pulled his head upwards, to caress the hardening nipples crowning her plenteous bosom. She growled softly, e by the sensation. In the blink of an eye, Frank took the upper side, coaxing her legs apart slowly, moving down her body, sending tingling sensations through the lioness's vibrant body. "Not yet, big boy..." She protested playfully, gently pulling him back to her face by his hair. The two shared a passionate kiss, and once again became entwined in their mutual embrace. Frank's erection, having grown upon first looking at the beautiful feline, started pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his underwear.

As though sensing what he must have been feeling, the lioness pulled the both of them off the couch with little effort, and in a half-standing position, started to undo his pants. She could feel the hardened organ beyond the folds, and this enticed her even further. As soon as the shorts came off, his cock flopped outwards, standing a proud eleven inches. The lioness was pleased. Moving to her knees, she caressed his skin as she moved his way up to his crotch, whilst in a staggering feat of acrobatics, undoing herself of her tight-fitting shortpants. Her round, modestly wide ass was beautifully defined through the string that remained, and in a flash of vulpine pawing, that too, revealed her beautiful nakedness - and her tight, beckoning womanhood.

His cock eagerly twitched at this sight, and the woman slammed herself into him at an alarming speed, throwing them both down on the soft floor. She managed to seductively lick Frank's bulging manhood in addition to helping them move to the adjacent, well-lit bedroom, and both the vulpine cock and fit-to-burst-looking balls, and her copious breasts flopped comically as they crashed down on the Queen-sized bed. "Those look ... impressive..." the lioness crooned, motioning toward the fox's bloated testicles.

"Hmmmh..." he groaned, enjoying the attention and the momentary irony. "They're like that all for you, my lady..."

She chuckled, and finished her way up his legs to his main course. She playfully nibbled the shaft, causing a shiver of excitement in both of them. She was turned on by his warmth, and she looked hungrily at the girth of the organ. Presently, she kicked a few cushions aside, and planted her own erogenous centerpiece on his crimson chest. Frank got the message, and the surprised yip the female exclaimed as he set to his duty, signaled that he did it well. The teasing went on for another five minutes, and, having gotten a good taste of the lioness's moist womanhood, he decided to slid his tongue in deeper. She responded to the cue, and folder her lips daintily over his cockhead, causing newfound, yet familiar pleasure in Frank's nether-regions. She sucked him off, and in slowly doing so, displayed great skill and experience in the art. Very honestly, she did not expect him to outlast her, given this vigorous treatment, but the buildup of pleasure and audible churning of his balls seemed to continue as long as she did.

At long last, she flew out of the careful deep-throating to give a loud roar. Frank responded by parting her lips further with his paws, giving her a good tonguefucking. It didn't take long for a generous splash of lioness-cum to signify that he had reached his goal. The female grasped the skin of his legs with painful intensity, only adding to the erotic buildup the fox was experiencing. She moaned loudly, letting every wave of her orgasm wash over her, until finally she seemed to wind down, collapsing onto his broad frame.

"You're good..." she breathed, licking her lips. A taste of the fox's precum now dominated, and she relished it with glee. "I'm impressed... You haven't yet..."

"Oh but love," the fox interjected, carefully laying the lioness down on the matress underneath him. "We haven't even started the main event, yet..." She was lost in the beauty of his eyes, and was definitely hungry for another helping.

"That's the spirit!..." she sighed, still glowing from her ridiculous orgasm.

"You ready then, baby?" the fox cautioned. She thought it unnecessarily considerate.

"You made me ready, hunk of mine ... Plough me. I want you..."

He expertly lowered his hips over her oozing pussy, his cock teasingly circling her lady parts. She eyed his magnificent body, and looked up into his dazzling eyes with a deep longing. It was answered before she could prepare herself, as he buried his cock into her as deep as it would go on the first attempt - about half-way. He clenched his eyes shut in sheer enjoyment, she was so tight. He drew his shaft a few inches back, allowing the gasping female beneath him to recover somewhat, until he penetrated her further. Three quarters. Impressive, it took Aggy a few days to get accustomed to his manhood, though he supposed the Perfects were well-accustomed to royally endowed males. Finally, with a loud yelp of pain and pleasure emanating from his mate's gaping maw, he drew all of himself into her, stretching her pussy around his penis, sending wave after wave of passion through them both.

He carefully repeated the process a few times, first slowly, then picking up the pace. The crooning lioness rocked back and forth with his powerful thrusts, as she was again and again brought closer to that blissful place she longed after, that wondeful explosion of love and wonderment. It wasn't far off now, and it promised to be greater than the previous. She was almost fearful of the prospect, but had no time to worry about it...

Three more lustful thrusts, and a good portion of the District was helped to the extatic screams of the lioness, whose radiant breasts flopped repeatedly in their continued lovemaking, her partner unrelentingly pushing himself into her, fucking her senseless. She could not believe the sensations she was getting - she'd had big males before, some perhaps bigger than this one - but the unmistakeable sensation of his copious, potent balls crashing into her cunt turned her on to degrees that she had not even dreamed of before.

An alien, unfitting sound pierced the air, and the fucking ceased. The bedside comm panel ringed, and the woman-beast sighed frustratedly. She was so close... And he seemed to just keep going, endlessly...

"It might be important, love..." her lover grunted. "I'm not going anywhere..."

Slightly amused by her predicament, - having a large vulpine cock still buried deep in her reproductive system, only to pause to have a phone call. She picked up the receiver and clumsily pushed a button.

"Huh?..." she paused. "A who?..."

Frank's heartrate quickened as he absent-mindedly thrust upwards, gently bobbing his mate up and down as she continued the conversation. This must be it. The moment suprême.

"No, I don't know anyone by that ... No I don't know an ... " She broke off, and held the receiver a few inches away. "The fucker hung up on me. Furs these days, honestly..." She slammed the phone back down. "Where were we..." she said, clenching he muscles, giving the fox's rod an internal massage.

The fox responded in a yelp of delight. Aggie'd never done this for him, and he loved every second of it. "Wh... What was it about?"

"Oh, some ... Hmmmh..." she felt the climax approaching again, the distraction having pushed it back momentarily. "Some douchebag asking for an ... Er... Er-something."

"Who?" the fox crooned, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Oh, nobody important, probably."

"Who?" he repeated, with a strange focus in his voice.

She was startled by the intensity of his gaze, and gave the fateful reply:

"Some guy called ... Eros"

The effect was immediate. She was slammed down into the mattress, as the fox once again took the upperhand. She was no stranger to rough sex, but this was a bit unexpected. Everything left her mind, though, when she felt the sensation of the roughest, most vigorous fucking she had ever had. She didn't understand what triggered this new energy, but she wasn't complaining. It was like some barrier had been removed, as though he'd been holding back all this time.

"OOoh - Erh... Foxy ... How - come - ... - OHH ... - you didn't ... hmmh... do this ... Hohhh-hmmmmhmhh... Earlier?"

She raised a questioning look upwards, from her own fuzzy breasts, further up to the violently thrashing set of cock and balls as they slammed into her again and again, giving her a fucking she couldn't ever believe, his muscular, contracting belly, chiseled pecs, further still, until she met his face, and his crazed eyes. If she hadn't been in the violent extacy she was experiencing presently, she would have shrunk in fear at his expression - at the once vibrant, blue eyes - now turned white. Pupils contracted. Eyelids pulled open wide. From back down, she could hear that strange sloshing sound increasing, and she felt the shaft inside her pussy grow, stretching her further open. The slapping of his large testicles against her labia seemed to accelerate, and a dazed look down, in her orgasmic stupor, revealed that they had swollen to three, four times their original size.

Frank was not there. The creature on top of the lioness, wide-eyed and in full control of Frank's body, it seemed, thrashed and fucked her with stupendous vigour. He could feel the exponentially increasing pressure of his balls, as they churned and sloshed toward a long-postponed release. The mention of the creature's name had done it, and it was now irreversible. The still-expanding cock audibly gurgled within her, now visibly poking through the skin of her slim abdomen.

A last sloshing, slapping, pulsing thrust - ...

... feline cum sprayed from the rim of the filled pussy...

A primal roar permeated the appartment...

And it was as though a dam had been breached.

Frank's subconscious sent immeasurably gigantic slams of pleasure through his system, and the pressure in his basketball-balls was finally past the point of no return. He felt a pumping sensation in his unbelievably large cock, and it took little time for the first splurts of fox cum to splash into the willing pussy of the busty cat.

The lioness, too, felt the pumping, the churning sensation through her partner's member, and the welcome warmth as the male's monumental release gushed into her, seeming to know no end. It kept on coming, he kept on cumming. Loud, deep grunts emanated from the heaving body of her mate, and she watched as his stomach, wet with their combined splurts of ejaculate, expanded and contracted with extreme power and rythm. And with every thrust that his balls and cock made, more fox cum, backed up for ages and ages in his sytem, flowed into her, soon filling her to capacity, and beyond...

The lioness panicked, and weakly tried to shuffle away from the cock, as it kept on pumping with extreme power and speed, more and more semen gushing into her body. She watched as the silhouette of the inflated member disappeared, but the sensation of his penetration remained. A bulge started appearing where her once perfect waistline was, and her bellybutton strained under the added pressure of the fox cum bloating her abdomen. Further and further it went, and she felt very full - more so than she'd ever felt. It didn't take long for the rank taste of fox ejaculate to reach the back of her throat, and she gagged. On it went, until her tits rested on a firm belly, and she resembled a fur past a due pregancy. At long last, the fountain of cum within her seemed to diminish, and the strength seemed to leave her partner. He shot back slightly, his cock easily slipping out of her stretched kitty-pussy, well-lubricated as it was with his long-awaited cum. He shot loose with an audible 'pop', and his oversensitive member sprayed some more cum all over the feline's distended, bulging belly, finishing the job.

Breathing heavily, finally having found release, and his cock streaming cum to the floor at a steady rate, Frank raised his muscular, moistened frame to his full height, towering over the pot belly of his lover, with a dark smirk on his face. The lioness weakly tried to stumble up to her paws, but the unexpected weight of her cum belly overpowered her before she could gain her balance. She fell forwards, right on the front of her belly, which uncomfortably propped her up, in a sort of diagonal squat. The pressure instantly became too much for her, and she vomited vibrant white spunk onto the floor. Weakly, she raised a questioning look at the fox responsible. A flash blinded her for a second, and it took some time for her to regain focus.

When she did, though, she barely understood what she saw: The fox standing over her, in his cum-slathered glory, was holding a device in front of his face ... a ... camera?

Comprehension shot through her.

"NO!" ... "You can't! You shouldn't!"

The fox exhaled contentedly, his cock limply hanging over her, a few last drips of cum splattering on the floor, his presently-deflated balls comfortably tucked in between his legs at long last. He laughed, suddenly, straight in her face.

"You know what power I now have over you..." he said, waving the camera in front of her, teasing."So you'd better do.."

"ANYTHING!!" she exclaimed in panic. A few sickening burps interrupted her, and she grasped her distended stomach with contempt. "What do you WANT?!" The mere thought of people seeing her like this was untenable.

"Oh, it's quite simple," the fox loudly explained. He bent over her, something that would have excited her only minutes earlier, but now frightened her. "I want your recommendation."

"You ..." she gurgled uncomfortably ..."what?"

"You're going to pick up that horn, dial the most upper-class fur you have on your list, and tell them that you're sending them a present." He smiled wickedly. "Me. I hope you won't think me presumptuous if I call myself a worthy gift to any cum-hungry fur? - Perhaps even..." He pricked her tight belly with his paw for a second. ".. More than they could swallow?" He laughed scathingly.

"How do you know I'm not going to warn them after you leave?" She sat up, the lake's worth of cum audibly present. A stream of lukewarm semen sprayed from her vagina.

"Well, you're not coming back out, are you?" He gestured. "Like this? You know how shallow all your friends are..."

She gulped (with difficulty) in horror at the notion. Then, desperately: "THEN what do you want me to do? This ... THING, is going to fade away in time! I'll just stay in... call in sick..."

"Ah. But I'm afraid I was a bit too much for you to handle in other ways as well. You were so deliciously tight .... shame, really..."

She knew what he meant. This vagina, still dripping, was permanently worn out. How he even managed to grow so much when she said that word, she didn't know, or care about. "Fine. Then I should just stay here ... forever?"

The fox smiled, almost mercifully. "It may be more than you deserve... but I can offer you a family that will love you ... unconditionally. I've robbed you of your superiority, but that doesn't mean the end of your life, does it?" He held the horn out to her.

Tears apppeared at the edges of her eyes. She closed them. Crying softly, shuddering, and hiccoughing on a familiar substance, she took the horn from his large paw, and he smiled a dazzling, toothy smile. "Good girl... Welcome ... to the Movement." End of Phase I

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