Entrance, Pt. 1, Arrival
#1 of Entrance
I wrote this up as a commision, other chapters will follow as I get comissioned to make them. Enjoy!
Entrance, Pt. 1, Arrival.
Written by Nuku Valente for Kenneth.
Alien fingers gently ran over furry anatomy that I had not known before today. While the fingers were undoubtedly under my control, but they were not the fingers I was born with. Covered in soft tawny fur and ending with sharp black claws, they were a far cry from my human fingers. My entire body seemed to have changed in a similar fashion, with fur from head to toe, and a black wet nose at the end of a snout. I didn't know why, but I felt very bothered between my legs, where my fingers now eagerly explored.
How did I get here, lying in the grass, a lion-person, rubbing at myself nude under the sun? Well, it all started a couple of days ago. I received a package in the mail. It was from my grandmother, and it was pretty big. I had asked for a PS2 for my birthday and was fairly sure this was it. My mother, however, insisted that it not be opened until then. I told all my friends about the package, and we had made plans to play the game after the family party. The folks always insisted on a private party on birthdays before anyone else was allowed to come and visit. I thought it was a pretty annoying custom, but they weren't interested in what I had to say about it.
They got me one of those cheap vanilla cakes with a few dinky plastic candles on it. I always hated these things. And the birthday song is so lame when there're only two people singing it. Why couldn't my friends come over for this part? Ah, but it's worth the trials, because now I can open my presents. They gave me the stuff they bought for me first. A RC car, a deck of magic cards, and, ah ha, a PS2 game, I knew it! Why would they buy this if I wasn't going to get a PS2? I grabbed the large box as soon as I could and tore away the wrapping to find... a computer? It couldn't be more than a 386, considering it fit the profile of an ancient throw away that a school once had.
Boy was I mad! I tried to be diplomatic about it. I smiled, and nodded a lot, and took everything to my room. But what was I supposed to do with this thing? I don't even have any computer games. Even if I did, they probably wouldn't work on such a relic. Did my grandmother really believe that this was a replacement for the console? Resigned to the fact that I now owned this piece of junk, I gave it a thorough looking over. How odd, it had the right holes to plug into a TV instead of a monitor. 'Well, why not?', I thought to myself, and I hooked it up and plugged it in. With a flick of the power switch, my screen showed an especially low-res intro screen. 'Lion Safari!', it claimed in big bold letters. Oh, great, my grandmother got a real cheap game to go with the cheap system. I reached to turn it off and a sudden zap came from it.
I pulled my hand back with alarm, or tried to at least, but I was already losing consciousness. When I woke up, I had this strange new body. Though I didn't have a mirror, I'm almost certain that I am now a lion of some kind, though I still have hands and I can walk on two legs. I can even talk! More importantly, right now, I was really horny. The rubbing had done its job, and my shaft slowly slid from its strange tube of a home into the air. I was pretty average before, but now I seemed huge, at least a foot of throbbing arousal. I never believed people who said men think with their dick, but I did now, it was screaming at me, and I wasn't even considering as I started to stroke myself to relieve the pressure building in my equally expanded balls.
The sensations were growing stronger. Like there was something coming to a boil inside of it. I've never felt anything quite this strong before, but I don't get a chance to finish what I had started. Even as my... paw?... continued to stroke furiously, a shadow comes over my position. It was a ship, somehow floating in the air. What a curious thing. I hope there aren't any pirates on it though. I quickly scramble to my feet, unconsciously admiring my finely sculpted body and unable to keep my hands away from at least idly touching myself. 'Whoever is on that boat is going to think I'm some kind of lecherous freak!', I worry to myself.
The ship touches ground and things get quiet for a moment as the huge fans on top of it slow to a stop. A slim and long plank ejects from the deck and tumbles down to land several yards in front of me, sinking into the ground from the force of impact, making me jump back in alarm. My embarrassment and fear has, at this point, driven away the firmness in my loins, even as my hand lingers close by. I stand there gawking at the ship for a few more moments before something begins to come down. As it gets closer I can see that it's female, a very well endowed female.
She had deep red fur, and ears on the top of her head, just like I do now. She also had a long tail with a black tip. Her hands also black fur. I suspected her feet did as well, but I couldn't tell because they were covered by boots. They were about the only thing covered, however. She wore some sort of harness with some tools on it, including a dagger and a sword, those leather boots, and a long red cape that flowed behind her. I couldn't help following her tail with my eyes, drawn like a magnet as my erection came back with a vengeance, straining in the air as if it might pop from the pressure.
This mysterious vixen stopped just at the bottom of the plank, speaking a few strange words at me. They sounded like some sort of strange language, maybe French? Hell if I knew though. "Hi.", I offered back, "Can you tell me where I am?". She tilted her head at me, and came closer, eyes glancing down at my excited condition, and a decided smirk overtake her furry features. A part of me fluttered with excitement, the other quailed in the fear that she may use one of those sharp things in an unpleasant place.
She made and outward gesture with her hands and looked like she wasn't angry with me at least, then she stepped up and put those paws on my chest. She was speaking more funny words, but these seemed more of a song than a statement. Her hands on me felt pretty good, and my newly grown limb agreed, leaking pre-fluids in a steady stream. The vixen slowly sank to her knees as she sang, then I felt it. Her tongue touched the tip of my member and I thought I would cum at once, but it didn't happen. Another lap, and another, she was cleaning me off. My eyes were wide in shock and I trembled. Here I was in a new world, and some hot fox of a lady was sucking me off.
Her pointed snout sank down around my aching tool, sucking it in without any difficulty at all. I wondered if she does this sort of thing often, considering how she managed to inhale a foot of pulsing lion malehood. The thought is short lived, though, as her paws stroke and squeeze at my grapefruit sized balls. It tensed immediately and a strange loud roar came from me as I blasted into her mouth, filling it with my seed. she swallowed it down instantly, gulping at me for the entire duration of my orgasm.
As I sink into post-coital stupor, she rises to her feet and licks her muzzle clean, "You can hear me?", she asked in plain English. I nodded a bit dumbly, the confusion clear as day on my face. "Good then.", she spoke, "You must be an off worlder. We haven't had one of those in years." I could feel her paws on me again, gently exploring my leonine body, "They never told me why they always get turned into such studs when they arrive, but I don't mind. You can't stay here though, there are grass worms around, they'll eat you whole.", grinning at me in an unwholesome fashion as she speaks. "You can come with me.. for a price. You see, it's awful lonely being an adventurer all by yourself.", the strange scantily clad vixen explained.
I was at a loss for words. My sexual desires had diminished with the thunderous climax, and I felt a bit tired. I wasn't sure what a grass worm was, but I was pretty sure I didn't want to find out, besides, hang out with the vixen? That didn't sound like that bad of a thing to me. I had to know though... "What's your name? I'm Tod.", I stammered out, glancing down at her, examining. She had large full breasts, and I could get a glimpse of her petals faintly between her furred thighs. Do all people dress so... lewdly? Not that I was one to talk at the moment, being naked.
"The name's Veronica. We should get going, we've stayed here too long already.", she states brusquely. One of her hands closes between my legs, gripping my furry sac and hauling me up the gangplank. I couldn't really argue with her, it was very sensitive and I was just starting to like it. I followed her up as she continued explaining, "I fly the airship on auto pilot most of the time. I'll be very free to enjoy your company. If you cum as hard as that first time, I doubt we'll have too much trouble, Tod. Just remember two rules while you're here. Don't touch anything, and I'm in charge."
As we stepped onto the deck, the plank started to pull itself up and into the ship. We both moved into the captain's quarters where a steering wheel stood, waiting to be used. She moved up and gripped it tightly, releasing me in the process. "To Prestonia.", she commanded, and the ship lurched from the ground, like an elevator, it rose straight up, then propelled itself forward. I could hear the great noise of the fans just outside as they worked. I somehow doubted the fans alone made the ship fly. This world probably has magic, considering what I've seen. She kept her hands firmly on that wheel as she ordered, "Get yourself ready. I want to give you a ride once we're far enough long to let the auto take over."
She sure was bossy. Still, it wasn't that bad of a request. But I didn't find my body as willing to become arroused on command. I tried playing with myself and thinking pleasant thoughts, but there was just no reaction. Maybe bigger cannons needed longer to reload or something? The vixen captain seemed to notice my trouble and smirked. She gave a sort of a shrug as she worked off that cape of hers, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her backside to me. I've never taken much of a notice of asses before, but for some reason, her ass seemed perfect. The way her tail swayed, and the curve, and even a strange new scent that teased my nose. I wanted her so bad.
I barely even noticed I had moved until I was on her, wrapping my arms around her midsection as I plunged myself deeply into her presented rump, taking the vixen and losing my virginity as if my body were under another's control. She gave a loud pleased yip and shoved herself back to me even as I pinned her up against the steering wheel. I lifted one of her legs and started to thrust up against her. I'm not sure why I did, but some part of me seemed to know more about this sort of thing than the thinking part of my brain, and I had no better ideas, so I went along, enjoying the explosion of sweet pleasure that rippled through my new body.
My furry paws gripped her breasts, fingers tweaking at nipples and palms squishing soft flesh softly in lustful caresses. My motions became fast and furious, driving up against the vixen harder and harder, loud squelching noises reaching my air and the sound of fluid striking the ground under me. Just how wet was she, that I was forcing so much out of her? It made the motion very easy, pistoning into this sopping wet, hot, tight passage, gripping tightly to my huge member, and swallowing it up to the hilt each time. I could feel my large balls rocking against her bottom, churning and boiling with my incoming load.
It felt like being struck with a bolt of lightning. My climax washed away my senses in a sea of light and bliss. I felt as if I had melted into the strange fox lady as I filled her to the brim with my seed. My paw, falling limp, rested on her belly, which I could feel swelling slowly under the pressure of my injection. Her passage rippled and shuddered tightly around me as she shared in the moment, and our cries echoed through the small room. I wasn't sure if I'd get used to roaring like that, but it was a perfect representation of how I felt, so alive, in a state of complete sensory overload.
As the sensations calmed down, I rested against her and considered my fate. All in all, it could have been much worse. I think I might have some fun in this world.