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Reality Shift

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Bevin Bacon

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The goat yawned, closing the door to his bedroom behind him and rolling his shoulders back. It had been a long day at work and getting back into his apartment had been a long grind and not one that he would be all that keen to repeat come the next morning. But it had to be done and Wintergreen understood that it was the way of it. Even though work was hard, it was satisfying. There were not all that many furs in the world that could say that, considering the current state of affairs. There, he was one of the lucky ones.

The fourth-floor apartment was a good height too without being too high up, the tan and brown curls of his fur coat showing a hint of autumn on the air. He would grow a little bit of a thicker winter coat, going through a shed, though that was sometimes disrupted by the lives that anthros led in more civilised environments than their wild, feral ancestors. They didn't need all that their bodies had grown to accept to best survive, yet some things remained. Other things, like male nipples hidden under their fur, had evolved with their changes over many, many years. That was something that some liked and some disliked, but many mammalian furs, at the very least, had.

What was he thinking about? The goat shook himself. His head was all over the place, pausing only to glance out at the street outside, his horns curved back in typical goat-like fashion, though they were larger than most. Some cars still passed by, headlights adding a spot of illumination to the street, though there was another block of apartments opposite him, a built-up residential area that was fairly safe to be in. A few streets over was a shopping centre and some handy food places that did takeaway, Chinese and Thai and Indian. It was good to have variety, but he could easily get to the larger shopping centres and supermarkets in the heart of the city as and when needed.

But Wintergreen was tired, so tired, yawning, though the goat didn't bother to cover his mouth when there was no one there to be polite to. He tried to be mannerly, but it was difficult, very difficult, when his cloven hooves dragged with every step, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders, pouring and tipping down his back. There was not too much on his mind though, just churning and bubbling over with the thought of what he had to do the next day, though he only had a normal day planned at work for that. There would be no hanging back after work to get a report done that, frankly, was not all that important.

No... Better to sleep, to rest, to take the time needed for himself so that he could come back refreshed the next day.

Wintergreen drew his T-shirt off over his head, careful of his horns, though the purple hints in his fur could not easily be seen with the dimness of his apartment. He just didn't have the energy to shower, not at all, not even to feed himself, though his stomach yawned hungrily, rumbling away in less than quiet discontent.

In the morning, he'd get a "terrible for him" fast food breakfast to fill himself up again. He couldn't keep going, after all, without enough gas in the tank, so to speak. The goat tumbled into bed, grunting and groaning as he kicked at the sheets, struggling to get comfortable when he could have pulled them up and over himself. Sometimes, the awkward option just seemed like the best one in the moment, even if that was by far not the case.

Sleep dragged him down, however, the bedsheets only half covering him, one leg cast out to the side. His shaft was exposed, soft and resting gently against his crotch, though that was no matter to him when he was along. He yawned, laying his head back, sleep pulling heavily at his eyelids. Staying awake was not an option.

Thus, Wintergreen slept. Yet the world that he awoke to the next day would be nothing like the one that he had gone to sleep seeing.

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Something was wrong. He could tell that as soon as he awoke, blinking groggily, grunting softly in the back of his throat. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It didn't make sense, as if there was a fresh weight on him, though his back and shoulders did not ache at all. In fact, he felt quite refreshed, the morning sunshine cast through the window where the curtains had not been drawn the night before. Dimly, the sound of traffic, hustling and bustling for a busy day ahead, filtered in through the window where it was not quite as soundproof as someone living in a city apartment might have liked.

But what was wrong? As he blinked back to wakefulness, he shifted in bed, wriggling back and forth, though he didn't quite understand. No furry could, for what had occurred while he had slept was far, far beyond the realm of any reality that Wintergreen had known prior, though the world around him had changed and shifted while he slept. And there was no going back to the world that he'd known, no matter how much he may have liked to...

He sat up - or, at least, he tried to. A heavy weight over his crotch felt as if it was pinning him down, holding him there, though Wintergreen shivered, oddly cold too. He knew that he had not coved himself up all that well the night before, but it was not that bad, was it? Maybe he needed to put the central heating on again, but neither did it feel all hat far into Autumn, the faintest hint of orange and brown tenderly feeling out the readiness of the leaves to be felled. Yet when his eyes opened he recoiled in horror, scrabbling back against the headboard of the bed, a low curse breaking his lips.

"What the fuck?"

If it had been a fantasy, with a partner or even on his own before the computer playing some particularly kinky pornography, everything would have been fine. Yet what had happened was, very clearly _not_fine as his throbbing, hard cock and balls trembled before him as if they were trying to call attention to themselves. Not that a two-foot-long cock could have possibly been discreet in any way, achingly hard as if far too much blood had rushed to it.

Wintergreen sweated, blinking dully at his member, though his six-inch diameter balls... Well, they didn't help distract him, giving the goat the impression that they were vivaciously churning with a constant load of cum.

What the hell had happened? Was he meant to be there? Was someone playing a joke on him? But he hadn't spoken to any of his friends in days - they wouldn't even be there to laugh and make fun of him if it had, in fact, been a prank! He grabbed at his cock, hardly even able to put two paws all the way around it, though it certainly felt real, throbbing into his touch, pre-cum dribbling from the tip as if his dick had turned into a leaky faucet.

Wintergreen groaned deeply, licking his lips, panting open-mouthed. There was something wrong there, something entirely "not right", his body aching for release that simply should not have been so desperate, not at that time. It was not as if he at all held himself back in any way and had a healthy sex life and matter of release, whether personal or with a partner, so he could not understand why he was so horny.

"Alright, guys," he grunted, rubbing the side of his face, swinging his legs with great difficulty over the edge of the bed to stand once more. "That's... Unff... That's real funny, but you can come out now."

Yet no one was there, his cock forced to stay permanently erect, or so it seemed, for there was nothing at all there that could have possibly aroused him as much as he was at that time. It was as if his skin simply could not stop prickling and tingling with anxious energy, the need to fuck, to cum, powering through him. He had never usually been that sexually active before, but it was hard to think of anything else as his length ached, a paw dragging along it, rubbing it with his fingers and his palm.

"Oh... Oh, fuck..."

It was more sensitive than it had ever been and, if it was not, indeed, a prank, they only think that the goat could think of was that he needed to go to the doctor - and as soon as possible too! Though how he was going to get there was another question as he stumbled to his old wardrobe, the door slightly askew on the hinges. One day, he'd said that he was going to fix that, but, well...that had never happened.

"What the..."

His mouth opened and closed as he scanned the contents of his wardrobe, the shelves to the right set with T-shirts and smaller items that did not need to be hung up. But while the clothes were in the same styles and colour as what he liked, they were...different. When he held up a pair of jeans, they had a giant hole over the crotch so that his cock and balls would not even be covered up - and every pair of shorts and pants and trousers was exactly the same! He tossed them over his shoulders, scrambling through, searching, though even the T-shirts that should have been perfectly normal were depicted with graphic pornography, most often showing tigers with giant tits and thick, curvy bodies doing what his mind, in the privacy of his fantasies, would have said they did best.

It was wrong, all wrong, and he growled as he spun away from the wardrobe, anxiety over what had happened to the world around him twisting into anger. He balled up his fists and pressed them into the sockets of his eyes, squidging down, despite the pressure being uncomfortable at best and painful at worst.

"Come on..." He muttered, perched on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking more than usual under the greater weight of his cock and balls. "Get it together, you know... You gotta do this, gotta work this out."

That was all he felt he could do, though taking several long, deep breaths only helped still his pounding heart slightly. Slightly would have to be good enough as he stood again, his legs weak and shaky, though his cock still throbbed. It didn't seem, even after all that, to be softening any time soon as he edged to the window, worried for what he would see out there. After what he had found within the apartment and his bedroom, it didn't look like anything else was going to be as expected anymore.

It was a thought that did not belong in his head, but Wintergreen was right, peering out through his bedroom window, his lower jaw falling slack. There were plenty of furs out there, yes, and the usual cars...but not a single one didn't have their dick or tits out, or other erogenous parts of their body. A lioness paired up with a tigress to double-team a bull, taking turns riding his cock as he was pinned on his back on a bus stop bench, though the lowing bull, as his cock jerked and spewed load after load of cum, hardly seemed to mind the arrangement in the slightest. That was far from the extent of it as the wet, slapping sound of sex filled the air, hips grinding into buttocks, males everywhere humping and pounding the lusty ladies that demanded their attention. For there was a clear disconnect between males and females, being far, far more ladies than gentlefurs, though none of the activities that they could be seen enjoying out there were at all kind and gentle in any way.

There were others too, all kinds of anthro species all coming together in lust and love, though there no longer seemed to be any distinction between the two, at least not for them. A rabbit sucked down a huge cock into her throat, a bulge showing through, while another tigress moaned, rocking her hips back to take a similarly huge horse cock into her arse. They didn't seem to care which hole they were filled in, though the ladies, very clearly, were the ones in charge.

"That's it, baby," the tigress cried out as her pussy was rammed full of horse dick, the black stud grunting obviously as he strove to please her. "Fuck me... Fuck momma hard!"

The horse whinnied shrilly, Wintergreen able to catch the tenor of his lust even through the closed window, though it seemed like there was very little that could be kept out from a glass window anymore, even if it was double-glazed. Perplexed and transfixed, horrifically aroused, he stared as the tigress' lower abdomen bulged with cum, the stallion hosing down her insides as he forced up a load into her backside that should never have been possible. From what the goat could see, the horse was even larger than he was, or his balls most certainly were as they lewdly slapped the tiger's arse, ramming in more and more forcefully.

He didn't want to look away from the scene of debauchery before him, a black panther sitting on a fox's muzzle to force him to eat her out while a white Bengal tiger made use of his cock, but it was harder than he ever could have imagined. His cock ached and drooled, but the goat did his best to pay it no mind, trembling in place, groaning and shaking his head.

"Oh, no... No... No..."

But saying "no" wasn't going to make anything so, it wasn't going to change anything. No matter how little Wintergreen understood how the world had changed while he'd been asleep. Had he, in fact, been thrust into an alternate reality?

Wintergreen swallowed hard, not wanting to stand in front of his window in case anyone saw him. Yet it was a wonder that he had not noticed the moans and thumps from neighbouring apartments, for once they had risen to his ears, a light vibration setting a photo hung on the wall leaping and bouncing, he could not ignore them. There was sex everywhere, all around him, impossible to deny or ignore, his chest tight, backing off, his eyes wide.

Out... But not out. He had to get away, had to escape, had to do something. But where the hell could he go when there was so much out there, so many fucking all over the place? Wintergreen doubted that he would even be able to walk down the street without tripping over someone flat out on the ground with their tits and dicks out! And what did that mean for him? Would he be grabbed and forced to fuck too?

Even though the goat did not know what was going on, he knew that it was not for him, not the kind of world that he wanted to live in. There was too much promiscuity out there, too much sex, even though he felt as if he had a sex drive, just not that much of one. Not as much as was expected of him, at least, a vague sense of "not fitting in" hanging over him.

Maybe he could find out more about the world if he checked out the news? Maybe a virus had been released that made everyone horny... But even that seemed like a far stretch.

Edging into the living room, he perched nervously on the edge of the sofa, still nude. There didn't seem to be any sense in putting clothes on when they would not have covered up anything anyway, the TV flickering to life on the wall before him, the flat screen mounted where he would have the best view.

A news channel popped on - yet that was the first of the strangeness there, Wintergreen recoiling as a tiger and a stoat, both female, sat in front of their viewers.

"Thank you for joining us this morning on Evergreen News," the tigress said, though Wintergreen's jaw had dropped once again. "It's a sunny morning and cum is pouring down across the city as our males are doing their best for us to please everyone in sight! Aren't they wonderful, Katrina?"

The stoat grinned, though Wintergreen could not focus on her words, only just about catching that the tiger host's name was Leanne. For it was not like any news report that he had ever seen before, regardless of how informally it was presented. They didn't have chairs for their report, though they were more than comfortable sitting on two guys' cocks, one male in a chair while the other was in a tabletop position as if he was holding a yoga pose or in the middle of a Pilates move. It didn't look comfortable for the wolf with his paws on the ground, his chest and stomach thrust up while the stoat rode his cock, but he didn't complain either. His lips parted in a dozy, goofy grin, so caught up in lust that it truly seemed impossible for him to care about anything of that nature at all.

The other male plugged the tigress' pussy, his huge nuts dangling between his thighs, trembling with virility. The tiger moaned, her breasts rising as she sucked in a breath, though it was harder and harder for her to get out any words at all as lust and passion overcame her.

"Oh... Oh, yes... Damn, honey, have you been working on your stamina?"

The male under her was a bear, his paws on her arms so that they were kept back and away from her tits at all times, not allowing her to accidentally cover up in any way. Not that Leanne the tiger would have wanted to cover up, as far as Wintergreen could see, from how the tigress ground down on him, bouncing on and riding his cock as her tits leaked milk.

"What the hell?"

Wintergreen shook his head, paws aching to touch his cock, though he could not, would not. It was not something that he really wanted to do, not when his shaft ached so terribly, throbbing, his world turned upside down. His emotions were confused in a well of horniness, bubbling up and over as his gut ached and churned.

"Oh..."

He hunched over, clutching his body, though Wintergreen could not take his eyes off them, not even as he tucked his little goat tail down as hard as he could against his rump. Their huge, heaving, milky tits caught far too much of his attention as those two cocks powered up into them, showing a huge and obvious bulge in their abdomens. They didn't look as if they should have fit at all in them, so thick and so long, but they did all the same, the limits of Wintergreen's new reality warped and twisted to the kinky lusts of the masses.

"Ah... Yes, Leanne," the stoat forced out, her leaking, milky breasts wobbling and bouncing with every thrust from the flexibly lustful wolf under her. "We are now at the two hundredth anniversary of our law changes, where positions of power could only, after their introduction, be granted to women."

"Ohhhh..." The tigress moaned, tongue flickering out to swipe over her muzzle. "Yes, and what a wonderful law it is! These positions of power, as you are all familiar with, can only be granted to women and men, of course, must be cared for by ladies and fucked every day. This is _crucial_to their continued health and wellbeing."

Wintergreen gulped. Oh, something had changed alright... But not something that he was onboard with. The femfurs grunted and moaned, openly lustful. Although both wore smart, button-up blouses, they were open at the front, letting their tits and stomachs be on show, ensuring that nothing at all was hidden from the wandering eye. Yet the goat didn't know where his wandering eye wanted to go, or if it merely wanted to wander away from the TV screen. It was too much, porn on the news, something that he could have enjoyed if it was on a porn site, but it shouldn't have been tied up in the news or a show like that! He wasn't a prude... Just there was a time and a place for things like that.

"This was, of course, preceded by the global phenomenon, incredibly, that occurred five-hundred-and-thirty-eight years ago, when all on this earth stopped growing ooooooold!"

Katrina squealed as she was fucked, the wolf pumping the stoat with cum as he knotted her, the huge bulge showing through in what should have been a painful manner and yet was not so for her, clearly. He climaxed hard, filling her with his seed, her stomach lightly inflated as he forced up more and more of his cream into her womb. While she was incapacitated in orgasm, moaning loudly and lewdly, Leanne continued.

"Yes, Katrina, that is correct. Everyone became young and healthy again in body and spirit, even those that may have been close to their time, enjoying health and vitality once more. All here are immortal, their bodies strong and fit and healthy, though that's exactly what we need if we are to satisfy our lusts and take care of our men, isn't it?"

She laughed as if it was an inside joke, yet it was the kind of joke that everyone was in on - everyone except for Wintergreen. The goat squirmed in place, though could not hide his cock, feeling far too much on show even when he was just watching the show.

"Although you are familiar, ah..." Katrina interjected, taking her place while the wolf trembled under her, knotted and still cumming. "Familiar with the way of things, this represented a change where furs around the world no longer even need food or water, regardless of how many orgasms they are enjoying or how much cum they are ejaculating daily. Of course, everyone also became sterile, though that has only allowed the world to progress further, women in power and directing all as is our right."

"And that is Tennyson's Law, the law of the virile, as it is colloquially called," the tigress added, her breath catching as the bear rocked up into her, drawing her down on his cock as if she was not enjoying him enough at that time. "Katrina, could you familiarise our viewers with the law?"

"Of course! So, the law states that the world is to be run by women, as you and I know, and that our males, as lovely as they are, must always be coddled, lovingly taken care of, fucked and fed... Though we know that they don't need the kind of food that we used to eat!"

They laughed as if it was some big joke, the goat swallowing. No matter how many times he gulped down the lump in his throat, it didn't go anywhere.

"Yes. Back before the global change, where we saw the true way, five-hundred-and-thirty-eight years ago, there was a sharp decrease in the male population. In hindsight, this heralded the coming of women, our true place in the world rising before us while males dropped back into theirs. Mostly female furs, regardless of whether they were mammalian, reptilian, avian or other, were born, which was concerning before more information came to light."

The tigress paused to moan, the bulge in her stomach seeming to grow as the bear rumbled behind her.

"This...ah...left only ten per cent of the world as male, which was truly shocking at the time! I know it's a long while back to remember."

"Indeed," Katrina chipped in. "It was a very stressful and worrying time for so many, though it all came right in the end. However, this was a change that marked our transition to a far more productive and fruitful society, one hundred years later. This allowed us to truly express our sexuality and our lust without conservative constraints that had been in place prior. Frankly, I will never understand why we were so prudish before!"

The tigress laughed.

"That was a long time ago, ah... It does seem strange now!"

"Regardless, the new world government, encompassing all countries and territories, was established, coming together as one so that the world, in effect, became automated. No more did furs have to work menial jobs when they could be satisfying themselves, grinding on a cock or two or six, allowing everyone to live their lives without filling their days with work. Poverty was eradicated completely as the government, led by Lady Deena in our current day and age, of course, abolished money entirely. What more need did we have for currency when everyone had the lives that they could barely have even dreamed of?"

"Mmm..." Katrina's eyes took on a dreamy haze. "Yes... Oh, to be fucked all day, over and over again... I never thought it could be so good, but it was silly, so silly, to not see it before. I'm only grateful that our eyes were opened! It was the best change that we could ever have asked for."

Leanne moaned her approval and answer with a small nod, continuing.

"The world evolved into delightful hedonism, sex encompassing every corner of the globe, casting aside worries and anxieties in favour of physical enjoyment. Health improved globally, physically and mentally, and spirituality shot up, though most denominations focused on praise in sexual worship."

She grunted, her chin tucking down briefly as more and more milk leaked down her creamy breasts, her stripes not quite reaching all the way around to them, though pressed on to continue.

"During the years of transition, it became customary and optional for furs to modify the erogenous zones of their bodies so that they could best enjoy themselves exactly as they pleased. Many took this chance to modify their bodies to extreme hyper proportions, as shown in our man women who have hyper breasts, for example. Others chose to increase the number of breasts or even give some of their favourite men more cocks!"

Leanne licked her lips.

"Mm, I could do with an extra one right now... But back to the report! Over time, sex and lust grew, escalating and evolving, women becoming more motherly towards the males left in our world. It's been suggested that this is due to not being able to mother children anymore, though it took on a sexual edge that only those of age can enjoy, of course. The extreme preference for women acting like, as has been quoted, "the sexy mothers of men", has come to be the norm and comfortable to all."

"Don't forget about how submissive our men are!" Katrina was quick to add, though the wolf's knot had softened a little and popped free of her pussy, allowing her to ride him again while his shoulders shuddered with the effort of keeping his body in the tabletop position. "They feel most comfortable being the bottoms for sexual liaisons, letting the women be in control, taking charge as was the way that it should always have been. Eventually, an addendum to the law of virility was passed for this to be law, simply put, and everyone has been happier for it, men and women alike and others. Due to the nomenclature in the law, you may have forgotten that males received injections to leave them permanently erect, for their pleasure and ours, though I think we get an even better end of the deal than they do!"

The tigress laughed, breasts jiggling while the bulge in her abdomen throbbed, the bear fucking her slowly, gently, with long, deep strokes.

"Mmmm, oh, yes... I wouldn't know what we'd do without our cute little horny bois to fuck us... It's the best kind of world!"

Leanne panted, trembling in pleasure.

"Of course," she added, "this leaves them always ready for sex and increases their sex drive by a factor of one thousand, encouraging adherence to the law as only ten per cent of the world is male now."

"And I love that part of the law!" Katrina moaned, trembling as the wolf's knot swelled again, too large for her to pop into her pussy easily, though she could if she really wanted to. "It's the best thing, to always have a horny guy to fuck you!"

Wintergreen tipped in closer to the TV screen, rocking back and forth lightly. Yet he could not drag his eyes away, not even as his breath caught and pulled in his chest, nuts feeling like they were about to burst. Was that what happened to him if he did not cum and show his lust as they wanted him to?

"However, today is the start of a new law, another extension to Tennyson's Law that will affect only a small number of males," Leanne continued, thighs flexing with muscle as she rode the bear's cock, somehow still managing to carry on the news report as if nothing strange was going on at all. "Any male who is not deemed to be sexually active enough to satisfy a high number of females per day, must attend correction in a government facility that has been set up in our very city. Only after that will they be released back into the world to satisfy more women, their minds and bodies re-set so that they will be better able to serve their place in the world."

She moaned, licking her lips, though a lightly disapproving look crossed her muzzle.

"There's even a male in our city that does not meet our lawful daily sex quota... How obscene! Could you imagine the stress of that poor baby boi, so pent-up, so horny, yet not well enough to fuck the ladies that so desperately need his attention?"

Wintergreen jumped. That was him! That was a picture of him on the screen! An older one where the fur around his horns was kept a little shorter and not so thick and curly, but it was still him! There was no mistaking that highlight to his fur, though he could not tell just why he was bare-chested in that particular photo. What on earth was going on?

"This male... This is the only male who does not meet our daily sex quota," Leanne said with a slow shake of her head, pausing only a moment for a soft mewl as her pleasure ramped up. "Oh... Oh, it must be so sad for him. This man has been going without for so long, avoiding all sexual encounters since the phenomenon happened! That's five-hundred-and-thirty-eight years ago!"

She gasped, though it was hard to tell whether her cry was from pleasure or shock, as Katrina the stoat moaned beside her.

"Oh... I wish I could make it all better for him, show him how good sex is. He is the main reason that the law was made. To think that we had to go to such lengths to make sure that he isn't missing out, that he gets better as quickly as possible... We really care for you, Wintergreen, even though we do not know you personally!"

"We wish we knew you!" Leanne proclaimed, her expression intense, the tiger's whiskers quivering. "Oh... We could make it so much better for you. The government suspects that Wintergreen, as pictured here, is mentally ill and that this poor, poor boi does not know that he needs sex to live a strong, healthy life. He must be so afraid of the world, quailing, hiding away from us all. I can't imagine the pain that he must be living in!"

Katrina grabbed her, hugging her tightly, their oversized breasts squashing together, milk trickling down the mounds of their orbs.

"Oh, I can't imagine how sad he is!" Katrina exclaimed, squeezing her eyes closed, though tears still leaked from the corners of her eyes, leaving soft trails down her cheeks that conveyed the depths of her emotion. "I want to console him... If only I could hold him in my arms and against my chest, I'm sure I would be able to make him feel better, so very much better. He only needs to let himself go and meet a real woman, someone who can turn his life around, to come into his true self."

"Absolutely!" Leanne said. "This is exactly why Wintergreen is a special case that will be brought to the government sex facility to live there permanently. Women will service him at all hours, so that he is never without a hole to fill, soothing away his illness so that he may, finally, come into himself and accept himself for who he is."

Wintergreen recoiled, the sofa cushions indenting under his weight. His cock wobbled, though he had not touched it, gaping at the screen. Yet the horror was not yet due to end as he stared and stared, heart hammering as if it was about to leap out through his chest.

"Since Wintergreen is suspected of being very, very unwell, making him not want sex, he will not be injected to want sex when there are far kinder methods that we may use. Of course, if things escalate, there are drugs that may also be utilised to reduce his intelligence, bringing him into a softer, gentler, more lustful state of being."

"Yes," Katrina breathed, clasping her hands to her chest, though she was still very close to Leanne, her tits leaking milk. "It will be so much better for him like that, even if he will not be able to think as he did before. We must look after our bois, our sweet ones. We cannot leave him by the wayside, even though he has evaded the authorities for so many years."

She faced the camera more directly, nose twitching with emotion.

"Wintergreen... Please." She held her paws imploringly before her, eyes dark with the depth of her feeling. "This will be better for you, even if extreme measures must be taken. Please... Oh, please let the government take you, let them into your home. You must be a brave boi, such a big, brave boi for them. You must be good, allowing them to take you away. Only then will everything be okay."

The goat shook his head, bile rising in the back of his throat. As if! It was not that he didn't want sex, but that he didn't want to be doing it...all the time. Not like them, not in the way that the world had changed, though he didn't know if he had been asleep for so many years or if he had, indeed, been thrust into an alternate reality.

Yet he was distracted as the women moaned heavily, loudly, licking their lips, the males pounding them, fucking them harder. They were just men, after all, lost in lust, seeing only women who needed to be pleased, needed to be fucked, their bodies used every day and every night, though little rest would ever again be required for them. Their cocks pounded the females as they tipped their heads back to expose the vulnerable expanse of their throats, whimpering and groaning, though neither stoat nor tiger was quiet at all in expressing the sheer height of their passions.

The guys below them grunted too, though the sloshing of their hugely hyper, overfilled nuts overruled everything else, rumbling and churning, expelling everything in the biggest orgasm that the watching Wintergreen had ever seen. The ladies' stomachs expanded sharply, inflating with cum as it was forced violently and directly up into their wombs, bypassing the laws of any reality that the goat was familiar with, though even he had to admit, in a way, that it was kind of hot. Not that he wanted to do it, of course, not the way that they were, but was there anything wrong with only wanting a normal amount of sex in life?

The goat trembled. Sex in fantasies and dreams could be as wild as one liked, but there was something darker about it being twisted so much in lust, so much that it became a forced thing. No wonder they were considering using drugs to reduce the intelligence of males so that they would not be able to fight back or do anything different... But he would not let that happen to him!

"Please, Wintergreen!"

"Wintergreen!"

"Oh, Wintergreen!"

On the screen, the femfurs cried out, clinging to one another as their stomach rolled and sloshed with an overload of cum, inflating out as if they were pregnant, though that was most likely the closest that they would ever again get to be pregnant, if what they said was true. With wide, goofy grins that they simply could not wipe away, they shouted to him, their eyes boring intensely through the screen, from their side of the city to his, as if they were speaking to him and only to him.

"Sex is so good, Wintergreen," Leanne moaned, her head back on the bear's shoulder as her huge breasts leaked milk everywhere so that it was practically pouring down her chest and stomach. "You don't know what you're missing out... Oh, it feels so good, so fun... So good to have a cock in me!"

"We just wish it was your cock that was ramming us full!" Leanne practically shrieked, too caught up in lust to care as she was knotted once again. "So thick, so full... Oh, I bet you have a beautiful dick! You deserve to feel good too, Wintergreen! We don't ever want you to go without something that feels so good ever again!"

The goat groaned. His nuts ached deeply, as if he was going to blow without even touching his cock. It was hot, that much he could not deny, and his paw crept down the length of his cock, stroking, pleasure exploding, searing through him like an electric charge that wanted to blister shockingly through him from the very depth of his being.

He didn't want to jack off, not really, though it was too hot, too kinky, panting, moaning, rocking his hips forward as he stood, his balls trembling as if, even in that moment, they were growing larger still. He had to do it, had to take that pleasure, thinking that it was okay if they could not see him. And them calling out to him was more alluring than he could have ever thought it could be, whimpering, licking his lips, trembling ecstasy thrumming through his entire body, from horn to hoof.

"Sex is so good, Wintergreen!"

"Yes, you have to give in to it!"

They could not maintain their professional demeanour as he masturbated heavily to them, using both paws to jack off the entire length of his cock, even groping and squeezing his nuts as if he could not hold that back either. They drooled, too much saliva pooling and filling their muzzles, panting heavily, though that was just an old habit and expression that they still enjoyed. They didn't need air, after all, as they lost themselves in pleasure, heads lolling, their bodies going a bit limp, as if they were so caught up in lust and sexual passion that to support themselves was simply too much for them.

"Yes... Fuck me... See how good this is, Wintergreen?"

"Yes, you can have this too, Wintergreen, you just have to be a brave boi and let the nice, government ladies take you away!"

Leanne laughed out loud, drooling so thickly that she could barely talk, jiggling her breasts at the screen as Katrina pressed in closer too, joining her in showing off her body.

"You soon...so soon..." The stoat teased. "Soon, you won't even remember a single moment where you don't have a nice, thick nipple in your mouth and your dick in a pussy or an arse... Maybe even a maw will be what you like? Wintergreen, baby, that's all you need, you can have everything you like for the rest of your days."

"And here that's forever!" Leanne grunted, shuddering, hips bucking as the tigress climaxed on the bear's dick once again. "Mmm... Oh, milk tastes so fucking good, Wintergreen, you don't know what you're missing out on, not sucking on milky titties all day and all night."

They couldn't hold it together as they laughed delightedly at the thought of getting Wintergreen, the degenerate who shunned sex as they did, to suck on their breasts, drinking more and more of their milk. Oh, he would be such a good goatie boi if he did that for him, oh, yes!

The pleasure, for them, was too great, laughter wobbling into moans as they practically shuddered in lust, orgasm after orgasm crashing through them. Wintergreen moaned and jacked off furiously, as if there was nothing left in the world for him, though there was a part of him too that felt like he was about to cum his life away if he let things go on for so long, just like that. It was too much tough, their bodies too hot for him, losing himself in the moment as they cried out his name, over and over again, cocks ploughing their slick pussies full.

"And... And...you know..." Katrina forced out, though with a wolf's knot popping sloppily in and out of her cunny it was hard for her to force the words out. "The intelligence reducing drug, if needed... Oh, it has the side effect of making a male instantly horny. It'll match the drop in intelligence as it works over...ahhhhhhh...several hours... He'll be cumming non-stop as soon as he gives in to them!"

"Ohhhh, I want the drug, give it to meeeeee!"

Maybe that was right, his lust-struck mind wandered, wondering, drifting. Pre-cum dripped and dripped from the head of his cock, lost in the moment, howling, panting, wanting to cum and yet not wanting to give in. He was afraid, his heart hammering, pounding so much that the roar of blood in his ears was all he could hear, yet there was so much cum in his balls too that there was some part of him that wondered if his body would simply force it all out of his cock if he did not give in to the lust one way or another. He didn't think they would burst, but with everything that had changed in the world, the horror of that didn't sound like an alluring thing at all!

Things were twisted, emotions high, the head of his cock rounded and slick with so much pre-cum. More and more slopped forth as he fixed his eyes on those lustful bodies on the screen, ignoring the males, for they were secondary to what he wanted to take from them, body trembling, shoulders wanting to round as tension built and built inside him.

"I think he'll... Ohhhhh..."

"So good... So fucking thick... Mmmm... Oh... My milky...titties..."

They tried to keep talking to him but it was not possible for them to get the words out in any way that made sense between their moans, huge dick shapes still pushing up into them, though it was up for debate as to who was using too. It looked more like a mutually beneficial arrangement, though the bear and the wolf were just mindless sex machines as they pounded their women as if they didn't know about anything else. To them, nothing else existed, they only had to keep fucking them, cumming inside them, adding load after load to them as their bellies bloated out, round and swelling.

Their stomachs could not contain it all in a perfectly smooth, pregnant-esque bloat, however, sagging and drooping, showing the sheer weight of all that semen inside them. They tried to talk, Leanne getting a few words out before devolving into a yowl, whiskers quivering, her pussy squeezing down around the massive dick inside her as she enjoyed herself as was her right.

Wintergreen heaved, panting, chest tight, everything tight. He needed it...needed something... But the goat didn't know what more could come of his life if only he let go.

As their moans grew so loud that no more words at all could be discerned, the screen flicked to a chibi cock spurting seed, a GIF that looped in an ejaculation that acted as if it was painting the entire inside of the screen with spurt after spurt of semen. As Wintergreen moaned and groaned helplessly, two words flashed up on the screen: "CUM BREAK!" He supposed, dimly, in their new kind of world, that sort of thing was needed.

"Shit... What... Ohhhh!"

He knew that he should have been focusing, thinking, something more in mind, moaning, his cock throbbing so very desperately that he could no longer hold back the desire of his body for a single moment longer. It was wrong but it was oh so very fucking right at the same time, his balls rumbling, aching and churning, spilling forth his desire in thick, heady ropes.

He bleated helplessly, though there was no holding back the force of such an orgasm as he painted the TV screen with his own cum, seeming to mingle with the semen on the screen, which trickled down, sloshing and pooling, so that there was no longer any real distinction between the two. Pleasure unlike anything that he remembered flooded him even as the goat spilt forth more and more cum, pump after pump, his whole body rocking and humping and grinding, as mindless in lust as the femfurs on the TV had been.

When he came around, sitting heavily in the afterglow of his all-encompassing orgasm, it hit him. It crept into his consciousness, growling and heaving, forcing him to look at the reality of the world that he had been forced into.

He was Wintergreen, that was normal.

He was a sexual deviant, in not wanting sex every day all day, that was not normal.

They were going to break him and change him to be like them.

Definitely not normal.

Alas, the goat would not have any time to come to himself anymore as he launched himself upright, someone banging on the door, the force of the reverberations pounding through the entire flat. His cock had not softened, though it bobbed and swayed back and forth, still drooling cum, his chest heaving, straining, spinning, searching for an exit.

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

Their shouting boomed forth as if they were using a megaphone, pounding on his ears. He swung his horns desperately back and forth, but not even darting, stumbling over his hooves, panic flooding him. His cock bounced off the door frame, yet the pain of its impact did not even register with him as he clapped a paw over his muzzle, holding himself back the best he could.

Quiet... If he was quiet, maybe they wouldn't know he was there! Slamming the bedroom door behind him, he hunched down on the floor, his back to it, knees drawn up to his chest, though they had to move out to either side of his body so that there was space for his thick, throbbing dick. He didn't want to consider it, no, not at all, not what they wanted to do to him, even though that in itself seemed inevitable.

"We're coming in, Wintergreen! Be brave and submit to your destiny!"

That was overdramatic but what made his heart pound was the cracking and splintering as they broke down their down. A voice crackled something over a radio transmitter and the goat shuddered, curling down, hoping that if only he was small and insignificant enough they would pass him by.

"Search the apartment, leave no corner unchecked."

They spoke as if it was a matter of the utmost importance, the goat silencing himself, though his chest was tight, too tight. With a shaking paw, he stretched up to lock his bedroom door, though the click of that sounded loud too, too loud - loud enough for them to hear? He couldn't stay still, not even with his legs as shaky as they were, springing up, staggering with the weight of his cock and balls, pacing the room.

Quiet, he had to be quiet, but he had to move too, pacing the room, back and forth, back and forth, not even able to stay still. He wanted to get out and stay still and hide away, things that didn't make sense when they all piled together. He couldn't do everything at once but panic was not logical and most certainly not so as the doorknob to the bedroom jiggled.

"He's in there!"

He stumbled to a corner, whimpering, a frightened bleat breaking his lips, though there was nowhere else for him to go as he cowered, half under the bed, true fear chilling him to the bone. Adrenaline pumped through his system, though the voices sounded like they were arguing, deciding on what to do as the door crunched, something in the lock disengaged.

The goat whimpered, though the door did not swing open. But the crunch had been from a hole being punched violently in the door, a paw resting on the edge of it. He swore it was that of another tiger.

"Throw a cum gas grenade!" Someone snapped, the tone of command in their voice making them not one to be trifled with. "We'll drag him out after he's passed out!"

"Just wait for the gas to recede! Fire in the hole!"

He tried to cower further, but there was nowhere for him to go as a grenade was launched, sailing into the room and exploding on the bed. Dimly, the goat was aware that it was pink, though the gas that it emitted was a hissing wave of pink and purple, clad with blue sparkles. It seemed wrong, so wrong, yet all he could do was cover his mouth and nose, striving with all his might to hold his breath for as long as possible. It was the last hope he had as his eyes slid to the window, wondering how much he liked his chances out there. If he could open it, maybe it would give him a few more moments...

Yet the gas affected him not only from breathing and his cock jolted, a strange sense of lightness washing over him. He grunted and gasped, twisting back and forth, forgetting to hold his breath as he sucked in a good lungful of the gas. That was the beginning of the end for the poor goat as his cock trembling, aching and throbbing, the sense that he was having a faint orgasm growing more and more with every passing second.

What was happening to him? It was too late not to breathe as he could not help but moan, pushing weakly at his dick, his nuts, straining to not cum. If he didn't orgasm, maybe everything would be alright, shoving his cock down, though it was no use. He bleated as he powerful shot out a load of cum in the most intense orgasm that he remembered, painting the wall with it, cum trickling down, splashing over the paintwork.

But his mind was not there, not truly, not as he lost himself, howling and whimpering, his vision shaking. The lines of furniture in the room blurred and warped as if he was high, for maybe the gas was a drug of some sort, colours brighter, but shifting and changing too, blues becoming reds and yellows becoming browns, jumping back and forth. Again, he climaxed, hardly even aware that the first orgasm had ended, though he couldn't stop it, even as his paws, weakly, faintly, fell away from his cock.

He couldn't stop it... Some part of his mind told him to enjoy it. Maybe that would be better, maybe he would find a way out, some way to escape, later. It was as if he was not present in his reality, losing sense of what was real and what was not, a wide smile spreading across his muzzle, more and more, tugging his lips to the point that it strained his cheeks.

To cum... Well, that bit was good. The rest... Oh, the rest could not be such as he laughed giddily, caught up under the influence of the gas, balls churning, more and more cum pouring from him.

When he passed out, at long last, that stupid smile was still plastered over his face, lying in a pool of his cum, his cock jerking and twitching still in the throes of orgasm. They stood over the goat, out cold, and his fate was sealed.

To be continued in part two...