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"Crackers... Chips... Tuna cans..." Paul listed off the things he needed to get. It wasn't to remind himself, rather to keep himself calm. "Jerky..." He looked around nervously as he grabbed a few bags of the dried meat and stuffed it into his backpack. "Nuts..." He put the pack back on and began quietly moving down the grocery store aisle. As he reached the end, he froze just before he poked his head out to look. Something made a noise. Maybe something falling, the AC kicking on, or maybe someone walking.

Cautiously, he leaned over and looked up and down the vertical path. Towards the front, outside the glass doors of the entrance, was nothing but the dark of night. He moved out of the aisle and headed for the back of the store. He slipped through the employee only door, into the storage area, then found a back door that led outside. He breathed a sigh of relief as he emerged into the crisp night air. He reached back and flipped up his black hoodie, which had fake dog ears on the top. In the past, he'd been made fun of for it, but who was laughing now?

The campus wasn't far away, just a short walk to get there from the supermarket. Trying to look casual, he started moving, hoping nothing nocturnal was lurking in the dark. A flashlight would just draw attention to himself. At any moment, he was ready for a shout, someone to notice him. He would have to bolt, run as fast as he could, even though there was no way he'd be able to escape. His nerves were on edge the whole twenty-minute walk back, but he eventually made it to his destination without incident.

He came up to one of the dorm buildings. Using a back door, he went inside, heading for the nearby stairs. Instead of going up like he used to, he went down, to the storage area. Down there were plenty of doors along a mazelike series of hallways, but he went for one in particular. He tapped his knuckles on it. "It's Paul."

The lock opened from the inside and the door cracked. "You still you?"

"Yeah Jack, just let me in already," Paul complained.

"Fine." There was a scraping noise as the heavy metal shelving that held the door was moved, then the door opened all the way. Paul slipped inside and helped push the shelves back up against the door. "Good job, what did you get?"

"Plenty of nonperishables. We should be set for a little while."

There were four of them hiding in the basement. Well, five, counting Rex. Paul had shaggy black hair and often wore hoodies and other baggy clothes. Jack, the de facto leader, was the one who saved him at the start. It was his idea to hide down here and try to wait things out. He had short brown hair and kept himself well groomed, always wearing a pair of glasses. Richie had wavy red hair and light freckles. He was a bit of jerk at times, but nice enough most of the time. Megan was the last of them, a busty blonde. Despite the stereotype, she was a straight A student and involved in campus events. She was friends with Jack. Rex was her pet growlithe that she brought with her. Given what was happening above ground, the others had been a bit nervous about having a pokemon with them, but the cheerful canine made the dingy three rooms they called home brighter.

Megan had one room to herself, but it was small and packed with the air conditioning equipment, only enough room for her sleeping bag, a small bed for Rex and the belongings they'd manage to gather. The boys had the second room, having dumped most of the stuff that had been inside out into other rooms. It was bigger, with room for all their sleeping bags, some books and other entertainment. The entrance room was where they kept all their supplies, mostly dry food and bottled drinks.

Megan emerged from her room and asked, "Did you see anyone else alive out there?"

"They're not zombies," Richie muttered.

"You know what I mean. It's been a week now. When is the military coming?"

"Eventually..." Jack said, trying to be hopeful. "This can't be worldwide."

Paul moved into the bed room and sat down on his sleeping bag. He cracked a soda and tried to calm his nerves. He couldn't help but think back to how it all started.

+++

Paul looked over his shoulder at the clock while he struggled to get his pants on. Five minutes until his class across campus started. "Shit..." He hissed as he picked up the pace. He'd be able to make it just it time if he hurried. He stumbled out the door, backpack in one hand and shoelaces untied. As he walked, he reached down and felt two books in the backpack. Hopefully they were the right ones. He leaned down, tied one shoe, took a step then did the other. From there, he fast walked, as quick as he could without jogging. As he left the halls and entered the stairwell, there was a faint noise in the distance. It almost sounded like screaming... probably some event going on or a party maybe. It was Friday after all.

There was nobody else around, which was a bit odd. Usually there'd be a crowd of all the late comers rushing to classes. He came out of the stairs on the ground floor and rounded the corner into the lobby. It was a nice sunny start-of-fall day outside. As he passed by the front desk, he looked out the large glass windows that surrounded the lobby and froze. "What the fuck..." he mouthed.

Pressed against the window was a girl. She wasn't wearing a shirt or even a bra. Well, she used to be, but they were torn, hanging uselessly around her sides. Between her legs, pushed between her stomach and the glass, was a very large black horse cock. There was a strand of slime streaking the window near the flared tip. It belonged to a strange creature behind her. It looked like a humanoid pokemon, a zebstrika in particular. He was mostly humanoid, with hands wrapped around her shoulders. He had fur, consisting of the same black and white stripes of a normal pokemon of the species. Bolt shaped horns rested on top of his head. The girl seemed to be growing yellow fur on her body. He could see other pairings of creatures, some on the grass and sidewalk, others in the street, all in various states of coitus.

Paul yelped as a hand wrapped around his arm and pulled hard. He was yanked off his feet and through the entrance to behind the desk.

"Shh," the stranger whispered. He pointed beside himself.

Paul crawled forward and hid from view with him. "Ow, what is that thing?!" he whispered while rubbing his arm.

"Jack," the stranger pointed to himself. "I don't know. They just showed up out of nowhere and started grabbing people. Changing them. Int-" Jack raised a finger to his lips. The front door opened and two sets of footsteps came in.

"Let's raid the dorms." A female voice said.

"Yeah, there's gotta be some good studs in here." Another said.

Paul could see a bit of them as they walked past towards the stairs. Both female, a plusle and minun creature. After the stairway door opened and closed, Jack spoke up again. "Come on, this way." Jack crawled forward, toward the back rooms. Paul had never been back there, but he followed. Past a few offices, there was a small staircase leading down into the basement. Jack guided him through the twisting corridors to a certain room. Inside were two others, a boy and a girl, holding a growlithe.

"I don't think there's anyone else I can save. There was no one else outside," Jake said, leaning against the wall. "I tried... but I only saved three people."

"Is it okay to have..." Paul pointed at the growlithe. "That?"

"He's okay. Whatever happened isn't doing anything to him," the girl said.

Behind him, Jack began to push some large metal shelves against the door. "Anyone want to explain what the hell is going on?" Paul demanded.

"We don't know anything more than you do buddy," the third guy grunted.

"Yeah, things just went to hell out of nowhere," Jack told him. "I was working for the dean when I heard screaming. I looked outside and saw those... monsters. If they get ahold of you, you start to turn into one of them and then... You saw what happens. Anyway, that's Megan, my friend. She was with me when this all started. Richie here was just lucky enough to come out of the bathroom at the perfect time."

"Rich for short," Richie offered.

"Megan mentioned the storage area and we decided to save as many people as we could and hold up down here until rescue shows up."

+++

"You know," Megan started, "I once read that the power grid would fail in like twenty-four hours in an apocalypse event. So there has to still be people out there." She was right. They still had electricity, internet and cellphones. No one picked up when they called 911 and trying to access the internet just opened a government page with information. Things like transmission of the unknown disease by contact and that the government was working to restore order. Everything redirected to that page. Richie believed it was the government's attempt to control panic by blocking social media.

"Or all the power workers turned into electric types and just happen to be keeping it going," Rich said.

"Rich, you're not helping," Jack told him. "It's like a zombie apocalypse. They transform you and integrate you into the horde. So containment would be step one. Then they'd try and contact survivors and gather them at a safe location. After that, a purge of the infected. We can't fight pokemon so the best call is to try and hide here as long as possible."

"Damn!" Richie shouted. "I can't stand just sitting on our asses!"

"We're not just doing nothing." Jack pointed at their gathered food and drinks. "We're gathering supplies."

"In that case, I have an idea. We should go upstairs and try and get some mini-fridges down here. Then we can have lunch meat and milk before all the stuff in the store goes bad."

"Actually... that's not a bad idea," Jack said. On the first two days, they had used the master keys to go through a bunch of rooms and get any food they could. After they exhausted that supply, they had made two trips to the grocery store just outside campus. They were sitting on a decent supply currently. Jack said it was in case it got too dangerous to go outside, but they hadn't had any run-ins since the start. It seemed like most of the creatures avoided buildings and had scattered. They still spotted a few outside during the day, but never got anywhere near them. "If this is going to go on for a while, it makes sense to eat all the food that'll go bad first. If we can get a microwave, that'll help even more. But it's gonna be more of a job than just stuffing food in a backpack."

"I think it's a good idea. Practically, we'd have more food options, and personally, a hot meal would be amazing," Paul chimed in.

"Alright, here's the plan," Jack started. "Paul, you get a microwave. Should be one in the lounges. Rich and I will each grab a fridge. Two should be enough for the four of us. Megan, you stay in the lobby and keep watch. If we need to get out, whistle as loud as you can and get back here. If any of us hear the whistle, whistle back, just in case someone doesn't hear it. We'll gather the stuff in the stairwell, then move it all down. Any objections?"

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The trio of boys cautiously pushed open the door to the second floor and looked down the hall both ways. To the right was a sitting room with a tv and several couches. To the left were the rooms. It was clear in both directions. Jack and Rich went into separate rooms. The doors were all already unlocked from their previous gathering. Paul went to the end of the hall, where there was another staircase, right next to a small kitchen with tables and chairs. True enough, there was a microwave there.

Before he started moving it, he looked out the windows. It looked out onto the road. Clothes were scattered all over the asphalt and the grass. There wasn't a single soul out there. The absolute quiet suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Before all this, it was impossible to get a moment of peace. There was always activity of some kind: people talking, music, people moving to and fro, but now there was nothing. Where had all the transformed gone?

He forced the melancholy out quickly. He wanted to be done as fast as possible. As people thought based on his outfit, he was a furry. He thought anthropomorphic females were sexy, seen plenty of porn. But being forced to turn like that, lose his personality and turn into some sex monster, that scared him.

As he unplugged the microwave and hefted it into his arms, he expected at any moment to hear the whistle. But it didn't come, only that uncanny silence. He left the lounge and started back down the hall. As he went, he could hear Rich grunting in effort as he tried to move a larger than average minifridge. He was fine, half his body sticking out the door as he tried to maneuver it. Paul was probably the least physically fit of the group, holding the microwave to his chest with both arms. He took it down and set it on the first-floor landing, then went back up to help with the fridges. It all went fine, as they eventually got all three appliances down to the basement. They had to leave the door open while moving them in. As the path laid bare, Rex saw his moment. For too long had the pokemon been couped up down in the basement. He longed for the days when he could run free in the grass. So he took his chance, the growlithe darting out the door between Jack's legs as he moved his fridge in.

"Rex!" Jack cried out.

"Don't worry, he can't get out," Paul said. "Not like he can work door handles."

"Actually..." Megan started. "He's smart. I've even seen him jump up and push the bar." Her hand raised a scratched her lips, a nervous habit she had displayed before. "Please, we have to go catch him!"

"Meg... That's a big ask," Jack said.

"I know..." she said, as if she already started mourning his loss.

"I think we should," Paul chirped. "That little guy keeps morale up."

"Right," Jack said. "Megan and I will pair up, you guys together. Stay close and be careful. We'll head towards the library, you guys head for the cafeteria."

"Don't I get a say?" Richie complained.

"Sorry, this is a democracy."

Megan went up to Paul and handed him a pokeball. "Here, if he won't follow you, use this."

+++

Rex was having the time of his life. It felt to him like he had been stuck inside for years. The sight of the green grass and the smell of fresh air and fallen leaves were almost foreign after so long. One thing that was weird though was the lack of other people and pokemon. Usually when he was taken out for walks, he'd stop and say hi to all the strangers, but today there were none of them. As he trotted along the quad, the desire for food suddenly struck him. Not only had he not been fed yet, but master had been giving him less food than normal. Maybe he was fat and supposed to be on a diet? Either way, he knew where the food place was.

"Is that..." Paul said. "Yeah, there he is! He's going into the administrative building!"

"Probably looking for food," Richie muttered. "Dumb mutt."

The building, one of the largest on campus, held several things. The main cafeteria, a small café, a couple small auditoriums and a large one for events, then all the administrative buildings of the college on the upper floors. The auditoriums and café were on the ground floor and the main cafeteria was in the basement. "Come on, if we hurry we can catch him," Paul said, running after the pokemon. They came into the building through automatic sliding doors and entered the lobby. Paul led the way towards the café, where a large staircase led downstairs. The pair went down and arrived in a scene of disaster. The usually orderly room of tables and chairs were scattered, some pushed around, others toppled over. The entrance to the food service was blocked by tables in a ramshackle barrier. Only half of it was actually standing, the other half toppled and leaving a large gap. "Damn..." Paul said glumly as they got closer. Torn clothes were scattered all over the ground, the only other evidence of what happened.

"Rex!" Richie called out, breaking the somber atmosphere. "Get out here!"

"Shh. We don't know if we're alone."

"There's nothing here. This whole campus is dead," Richie said. "Have you seen a single infected in the last few days? Cause no one else has."

"Yeah, but... be cautious."

"Sooner we catch Rex, sooner we can go back." Richie took the lead this time, leaving Paul behind and disappearing around the barrier.

"Wait up! We can't just..." Paul trailed off as Richie had vanished. The serving room was a square. On one wall was a grill and fryer for quick things like burgers, chicken tenders and fries, another a salad bar and the third had several buffet style serving dishes. On several parts of the walls were refrigerated shelving with drinks and even a big bin full of frozen treats. Next to the buffet table was a door that led into the back. It was the only place Richie could have gone. As he neared, he could smell the awful odor coming from the salad bar. All the greens had been sitting out for a week and were rotten. He hurried past and into the back having been into the kitchen proper before, doing work-study washing dishes. One of the chefs made killer pizza. The kitchen was a long rectangle, with dishes at one end and the walk-in freezer at the other, all the appliances in between, along with the door.

"Come here you little-" Richie lunged for Rex, but Rex dodged and ran towards Paul, yapping playfully.

Paul leaned down to pet him, stealthily taking out the pokeball with his other hand. He recalled the growlithe and stood back up. "There we go." As he put the ball into his pocket, his phone began to vibrate. It was Jack calling. "Yeah? Shit. Rich, we got pokemon on campus. Jack, we got Rex."

"Great. This day just keeps getting-" Richie stepped closer to Paul as he talked, until they both froze. There was a crash from outside. Perhaps the loose table wall had fallen, that could be explained. But the sound of hooves on the tile floor could not. No words needed to be exchanged, both Richie and Paul darting to hide. Paul ran over and crawled under the power washer. It was a tight squeeze, but he was skinny enough to manage it. He was well hidden, pressed flush against the wall, only able to be seen if you knelt down and looked under.

Richie looked around, opening a couple cabinets, but either they were too small for his larger frame or full of stuff. Then, desperate and out of time, he ran for the walk-in freezer. The door had been left open and all the food was probably bad, but the door was still attached. Neither could see, but they both heard the door to the kitchen open. The sound of hooves came in.

"I saw you come in here," a deep male voice said. "Where are you hiding?"

The steps stopped, then moved away from Paul, towards Richie. The creature came up to the freezer and tried the handle, but Richie was holding it shut on the other side.

"I knew it. Open the door and we can have some fun." The pokemorph knocked on the steel door. When he received no response, he said, "Fine, stand back." He lifted his foot and kicked the door, leaving a deep dent in the metal. Richie cried out in fear from inside. Paul could only clench his fists. There was nothing he could do. There was another kick and a loud crash. The door broke from its hinges, the heavy slab falling onto Richie. It was quickly lifted off him, revealing the pokemon standing over him. It was a zebstrika morph, already sporting a long erection. Richie rolled back and kicked out with his legs, aiming for the larger male's junk.

With a burst of speed, the equine reached down and grabbed both of Rich's moving legs and lifted him into the air upside down. Effortlessly, he pulled Rich's pants up and off, snapping his belt like a string. Still holding Richie off the ground, the pokemorph walked forward and set him down against the back wall. Zebstrika grabbed the front of Rich's shirt and ripped it off like it was wet paper. Rich made another attempt at escape, diving forward and trying to go through the taller male's legs. Instead, his head ran into Zebstrika's leg as it moved to block the attempt.

"Enough of that," Zebstrika scolded as he knelt down. "Just sit back and let it happen. You'll make a lovely female."

Rich moved back, pressing against the rear wall of the freezer, his eyes still wide in panic. He finally looked down at his mostly naked body and froze. White fur was already growing on his body, only getting thicker by the moment. "No, no!" Richie growled, pulling at the fur unsuccessfully. As he tried to rip out the ever-increasing fur, his chest began to expand, boobs forming with startling speed. Inside his underwear, his cock withdrew into his body, replaced with a pair of vaginal lips. "Ah..." she gasped, sounding much more feminine. The fur now covered everything, with yellow patches on her cheeks. Short ears perked up on her blue head and a thick bushy tail burst through the back of her underwear.

"There we go. Feeling better little pachirisu?"

"No..." she said meekly. She looked up at her attacker. He was larger than a human by a foot or two and had a strong chiseled body. He was covered in short black and white striped fur, had short ears on top of his head and a snout. There were lightning bolt shaped horns on his head and a bolt shaped tail on his backside. While his feet ended in hooves, he had proper hands. He was actually kind of handsome.

He leaned forward, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Rich resisted for only a moment, going lax in his grasp. Why wasn't she fighting back? Her entire body felt hot and she was breathing harder through her nose. Without thinking, one of her hands moved down, stopping on top of her last remaining bit of clothes. "What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "I should be fighting, but..." She didn't feel like running anymore. The little kisses and sucks on her necks and cheeks felt nice, comforting. Why had she even wanted to get away anyway? To keep her stupid humanity or gender? She didn't feel any different, just hot. Was it all the new fur? Her hand took on a life of its own again, rubbing against her covered slit a few times, feeling some wetness.

Zebstrika raised a hand and grabbed hold of Rich's breasts, tweaking her nipples. She gasped and pulled her head back. When she looked back at him, she began to fully examine his body. He was fit and buff, visible even with his light coat of fur. But what really caught her eye was the girthy cock between his legs. It was long, more than any human could possibly dream of, with a flat wide head. It looked so wonderful, she had to touch it. Both hands raised and reached for it. As she did, he moved, letting go of her and giving her full access to the mighty phallus. She had never felt such a fascination with a cock. Had she been gay and never knew? Or was it just now that she had a pussy? She didn't really care. It felt right, natural, and she was going to go all the way.

One hand wrapped around the middle of the over foot long member while the other hand went for the tip. As her fingers touched to the tip, his entire cock kicked in her grasp, the head flaring outwards. Her thumb rubbed across the ring of his head, feeling the ridged edges, the heat of it. Meanwhile, her other hand moved up and down, jerking the length of his flexible cock. Once she began to play with his pride, the prominent tip started drooling pre.

Her eyes nearly sparkled in excitement. She had to taste it. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the flat head. It was too big to take into her mouth, otherwise she would have sucked the whole thing. His pre was wonderful, pure masculinity distilled into nectar. She couldn't imagine the pleasure of feasting on the real thing. As she leaned forward more, she kissed and licked down the length of his shaft, still pleasuring him with her hands as well. She was so engrossed with working the meat before her that she didn't realize he was pushing against her head, or that her pussy was dripping.

"Hey," he said.

"Hmm," she lifted her head to look at him.

"Bend over for me."

She wanted nothing more. Relinquishing his cock, she stood up and ran her hands over his muscular chest, before leaning up to give the larger male a deep kiss. Then she turned around, placed her hands against the wall, bent over, and raised her rear. "Do me." She reached back and patted her own ass.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled and moved forward, lifting his cock. It slapped down against her back. She could feel the immense heat coming off of it. She felt a powerful throb run along the length of it, a big glob of pre spitting out onto her back. She could feel the head expanding against her. He then moved it down, lining it up with her pussy. The blunt head mashed against her lips, struggling to slip inside. "I don't know babe, it might be too big," he teased.

"It'll fit, just slam it in already!" She pushed back against him, squeezing the tip into her. His hands wrapped around her hips before he did as she asked. He thrust forward, stuffing her with horsecock. He couldn't get it all into her body, making it nearly three fourths before his tip mashed against her womb. Her legs quivered in the stunning pleasure of being so thoroughly filled with cock. Nothing she felt as a man could even compare. Then he began to drag himself out of her, igniting even more pleasure. His broad head rubbed against the entire circumference of her walls as it moved backwards. When only the thick of his tip remained inside, he thrust back in fiercely, making her grunt. The force pushed her against the wall, her breasts smushing against it. His rhythm consisted of repeating those motions: slow pulling out and powerful forward thrusts.

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Lemme hear you". His hot breath made her ear twitch.

"Ah," she gasped loudly. One of his hands went up and wrapped around a breast, rubbing at her nipple with a finger. 'Ohh," she groaned loudly "Fuck me!" He did so, pounding into with all he had, still going slow, but even more forcefully. "Cu-cum in m-me," she struggled to say under his rough fucking. Her tongue was hanging out, drool on her chin and eyes distant, nothing in her world beyond between her legs. Her mind exploded in pleasure as he let out a whinny and pushed against her womb one final time. His climax was explosive, her belly expanded outwards with the sheer enormity of his load. The second wave gushed out of her, splattering loudly all over the floor. And he just kept cumming, balls clenching tight as he flooded her with all he had. His cock quickly softened after he was spent, slipping out of her well used cunny.

"How about we find that friend of yours now?" Zebstrika asked.

"Oh yeah, that sounds fun."

What neither of the transformed realized was Paul had escaped a while ago. While they were fucking, Paul sneakily crawled from under the washer. Instead of risking going for the door, he climbed onto the dishes line and crawled out through the dish deposit. After getting clear though, he fell forward onto the ground, as there was nothing past the small hole in the wall. As he face planted, the pokeball fell from his loose sweat pants pocket. The bad luck of the day made it fall right onto the button, releasing the eager growlithe again. "Shit!" Paul hissed, grabbing for the ball. But it was too late, Rex sprinted off on his own again. "Dammit... I'm so sorry Rich... there's nothing I can do..." Paul muttered, climbing to his feet. He could still hear him being violated in the other room, though he sounded less resistant as time passed. As quietly as he could, Paul hurried off, trying to get back to the hideout.

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"It's freaky isn't it?" Megan asked. "I know this is the library, but it's unnaturally quiet. Just a week ago, this place was full of people."

"Yeah..." Jack said, looking around. They were in the lobby of the library, most of the way inside. The entrance was a large series of windows, offering little to no cover from vision, so they got away from the front as quickly as possible. Past that was the long front desk, snaking around most of a right wall. Further on were a few rows of computers. To the left side of the front were some desks then rows upon rows of books. That was where they hid currently. There were more books in the basement, which was nearly nothing but rows. The two floors above them held classrooms and smaller study rooms.

"Rex might have come here. I had a literature class upstairs that I brought him to."

"Makes sense. Come on, we can use the back stairs." They carefully proceeded through the rows of bookshelves, keeping both eye and ear at the ready for the slightest sign of life. All was quiet, though they didn't let their guard down as the snuck towards the staircase at the back of the room. Megan took the lead, opening the door to the stairwell only a sliver. She put her ear up to the crack and listened.

"Clear," she said after a bit. They entered and ascended to the third floor and entered into the hall. Along the right side of them were all the doors to the rooms, but on the left were more big windows. They didn't cover the whole wall like downstairs, but still too big for comfort.

"I wish we had weapons. I just feel so defenseless outside." Jack muttered.

"It wouldn't help. But I feel the same. Maybe if we put some nails through some table legs?"

"Yeah. It wouldn't kill the pokemon, but maybe slow them down at least. Though if we get violent, they might too. I'm partial to not burning alive."

"I'd rather stick to the stealth too. Who would have thought the apocalypse would be sexual?" Megan arrived first at the third floor, repeating the door trick.

"Yeah. What could have caused it? Some experiment gone wrong?"

"Someone trying to hybridize pokemon and humans? I could see it." Jack looked out the window as they entered the hallway. "Down!"

Megan immediately hit the deck. "What?"

"There are some pokemon out there."

"Here?!"

"No, not yet. They were over by the dorms." He took out his phone and called Paul. "Head's up, we saw some pokemon. Be careful." He hung up and looked back at Megan. "They found Rex."

"Ah, that's great," she sighed in relief. "But how are we going to get back?"

"We'll just lay low until... shh, you hear that?" he whispered. There was an odd sound, like stone crunching. Suddenly, the window on the other end of the hallway shattered. A pokemon leapt through from the outside, landing in a shower of glass. The pokemon was mostly white, with a long red stripe along its chest. One ear was red, the other white, and there were red highlights on both hands. He had a fluffy white tail and two wicked claws on each hand, coming from the index and middle finger. He looked over, glaring at the both of them with red eyes.

"Caught you."

"Go!" Jack shouted, jumping to his feet and running back for the stairs. Megan was a little slower, so he held the door open for her then slammed it shut. They began to rush down the stairs as fast as they could. As they hit the first-floor landing, the door above crashed open. Jack, just before following Megan down, pushed the first-floor door open violently, hoping it would fool the pokemon chasing them as it slowly closed. Both of them, without a word shared, had come up with the same plan. It was too dangerous to run out into the open into the rest of the horde, but the basement was like a maze. They could lose the pursuit down there. While they quietly opened the basement door, they could hear the Zangoose storming down the stairs. They slipped inside and the door closed agonizingly slow. Once it was fully shut, Jack grabbed a nearby bench, moving it in front of the door.

"Split up?" Megan whispered.

"No, it's safer to cover each other." He motioned for her to follow and took the lead into the stacks. "Come on, the encylopedia wing is our best bet."

"Great idea, the lights there are garbage."

"And the musty smell should cover our scent." They both went running down the rows, turning down the familiar path. As they got further away, the sound of the creaky stairwell door being opened roughly echoed through the basement. "Damn," Jack hissed. They hurried over to the farthest corner of the basement, where the encyclopedias were kept. There had always been rumors that the area was haunted, but that was mostly the combination of poor electrical engineering, old books, and bad air conditioning. That, along with the twisting labyrinth that was the basement, made it a good place to hide. "Don't corner yourself. It's easier to outsmart him than overpower him."

"I know." She crouched next to one of the endcaps. "I'll watch this way, you get the other end. Two knocks is the danger signal."

He nodded in response and moved to his side of the aisle. The building suddenly shook, a loud crash coming from the other side of the basement. They both looked around in panic for a moment before sharing a confused look. Jack pointed his thumb down, meaning stay put. Things then got quiet. No footsteps, no more crashes, only their breathing, the dim florescent lights buzzing and the sputtering of the air conditioner kicking on. There was the sound of the door opening and closing again, then nothing more. It remained that way for several minutes.

Then, the ground began to shake lightly. Jack looked over his shoulder at Megan. She was looking around, then looked at him and shook her head. The earthquake feeling only intensified. Then, time stood still for an instant. As she turned away to keep looking, the floor behind her cracked. Before Jack could call out, scream for her to run, it burst. A shower of dirt, stone and carpet scattered into the air as the zangoose emerged from the ground. The wave of debris hit Megan, knocked her from her knees, forward to the ground.

She quickly rolled over and let out a scream as the obviously male zangoose loomed over her. "Oh, you were well worth the effort, cutey," he said, starting to reach for her. He stopped and turned around when a heavy book hit his back.

"Get the hell away from her!" Jack shouted. He pulled off another heavy book and threw it. This time it hit the pokemon's shoulder, not even making him flinch. Zangoose started moving forward, stepping over the hole with a scowl on his face.

He raised his arm and swung it, energy flowing off his claws and slashing clean through the book shelf. "If you don't want to die, stop that," he growled.

Shortly before the Zangoose emerged, Rex had been following Megan's scent, descending into the dusty basement. For some reason there was a big hole in the ground, but he paid it little mind. All the old books were messing up his nose though. It wasn't until she screamed that he knew exactly where she was, and that she was in trouble. He ran bounding towards her location, spotting her lying on the ground.

Megan scrambled up to her feet, reaching out to grab a book to throw.

"Run!" Jack called to her.

Sensing danger, Rex leapt into action, sprinting around the corner while growling. He saw the strange humanoid zangoose and pounced, clamping his teeth into the threat's ankle.

"Gah," Zangoose grunted, kicking Rex off. He then ran forward, tackling Jack to the ground.

"Jack!" Megan called.

"Go, get out of here!" He grabbed onto the Zangoose, holding on tight. "I'll hold him, it's too late for me! Just run!"

Tears already welling up in her eyes, she leaned down and scooped up Rex. Just that bite, that brief instant of contact, couldn't have infected her puppy, she refused to believe it. She couldn't have handled losing both her best friends, so she grabbed him and ran.

"Dammit, now you see what you did?" Zangoose growled, looking over his shoulder as Megan ran away. "I thought I had both of you all to myself." His claws flexed, digging into the floor on either side of Jack.

"That's a shame," Jack said sarcastically. "I know there's still a human somewhere in there. Why are you doing this?" He wasn't struggling. He knew it was already past that point.

"Why? That's a dumb question. Why wouldn't you wanna fix something that's broken?"

"Broken?" Jack asked, confused. Brown fur was already growing over most of his body.

"Yeah. Humanity was broken, so we started evolving. It's so much better. You'll see soon."

"And that gives you the right to force yourself on people? Because we're flawed?" As he spoke, the pitch of his voice raised.

"You got it all wrong hun. Not one changed I've met has ever regretted it. Humans are just scared of change. You'll be begging for this cock in a minute."

Jack wouldn't give him the satisfaction. No matter how bad the burning between her legs got, how good the nipples on her growing bust rubbing against her shirt felt or his hard dick pressed against her leg. Blonde fur began to grow around her feet and in puffy cuffs around her hands and long eyebrows. Behind her head, her ears moved and extended, growing almost as long as her body.

"A lopunny? Oh, we are gonna have some fun. Might just make up for letting your friend get away. It wasn't easy digging all the way over here you know."

"Hmph, you're wasting your time." Jack turned her head away. "I'm too stubborn to just submit."

"We'll see if you can hold that attitude when I get started," he grinned and lifted his claws. Using the tip of one, he ripped through her shirt and pants.

Jack suddenly came to a realization as she looked down at her furred female body. She was a pokemon now. Her ears flexed, lifting off the ground as she began to learn to use them. It came quickly, naturally, and they raised up. Zangoose's head was lowered, watching his work with her clothes. He didn't see the ear flying towards him with the force of a punch.

"Gah!" he cried out as it hit him, knocking him off her. He landed on his back, eyes closed. As Jack got to her feet, he didn't move.

Had she really taken him out in one blow? She felt light and full of energy now. Was she that strong suddenly? She took a moment to make sure he was out cold. His fur was short and scruffy, not like her luxurious coat. He was built pretty average, little bit of chub on his gut. What wasn't average was the cock between his legs. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. Decent size, a conical shape and with little spines along it. She couldn't pull her eyes away from the thing. With a shiver, she snapped out of it and looked the other way.

She was still herself. She looked down at her new hands, with pads on the finger tips and her palm, covered in fur but still hands. Maybe her fingers were a little slimmer. Her body was a lot sexier for sure. Why had she turned into such a bombshell? She hadn't been anything special before. She reached down and ran a finger against her pussy. It felt really good. She'd always wondered what having one would feel like. She barely even missed her cock.

"Focus. Symptoms," she told herself. "Gender, I'm a girl now. I should be more freaked out, but I feel normal. Still mentally sharp, as far as I can tell," she kept speaking out loud, trying to focus on something other than the heat between her legs. "Arousal. And a preference for the opposite sex. I liked girls before, still do I guess, but now..." she glanced back over at the Zangoose's dick. "Can I really just go back to Megan and the others?" She grit her teeth. "No, not right away. I can't put them at risk." She realized she was still staring at him. "It couldn't hurt to... try out my new body. It'll be like revenge. Instead of him using me, I'll use him," she rationalized.

She moved closer and knelt down beside him. He was breathing slowly, unconscious. His cock was still fully erect. As she stared at it, she could see it faintly pulse with his heartbeat. She couldn't resist the desires anymore. She reached out and wrapped her nimble fingers around the length. It throbbed at her touch, hot in her grasp, the spines flexing out against her hand. As she began to jerk him off, they ran against her fingers, soft going down, rough going up. She had to get a closer look. Her hand lifted off and she leaned much closer, head resting on his leg.

His member was roughly cylindrical, thickest at the base and tapering to a pointed head at the tip. The entire length had spines, with more near the tip. They were a quarter inch at the longest, some no more than fleshy nubs. Every time his cock pulsed with his heartbeat, the barbs did as well. She didn't know how long she just sat there, staring in fascination. It was drool rolling down her chin, wetting her fur, that broke the daze. Why were human cocks so boring? Or maybe the better question was why she was falling in love with pokemon cock?

She swallowed as if her mouth was full of cotton, even though it was practically watering. As she kept watching him throb, she brought up a hand. Carefully, cautiously, as if she'd scare it off, she delicately brushed up the side of his member, watching in awe as the barbs held to her finger as she went along. Then, as her finger went higher, they lost their grip and slowly returned to laying against his meat. They weren't very rigid or even pokey. In fact, they were soft and very flexible. "Fuck it," she grunted and stood up. She reached between her legs, feeling how utterly soaked she was. Without even planning it, she slipped two fingers into her pussy and rubbed around. She HAD to feel him inside her.

Stepping over his lying body, she carefully sat on his legs, just below the object of her desires. Before she continued, she froze. Had she thought this through? She was so desperately horny; she was just acting on instinct. Here she was, wanting to fuck a guy whose name she didn't even know and he wasn't even conscious. She was seriously considering raping him. Was she really acting this way just from the burning between her legs?

No, he was moments away from raping her earlier, so it was only justice that she use him to sate her lust. Then she could think clearly, plan out how to help her friends. She looked down and saw her new breasts for the first time. They were immaculately round, pointed with perky nipples at the tips. Megan would have been jealous of her. Both hands raised and wrapped around them, playing with the supple globes. The distraction only lasted for a moment.

She pushed them to either side to get a clear view of his cock. It was so close now, just a couple inches from her newest parts. And what better way to get to know them? She lifted up and moved forward a bit, reaching down with a hand and holding his member towards her pussy.

She began lowering her hips, stopping when his tip rubbed her lips. Here it was, her virginity, not just as a female. She bit her lip and slammed her hips onto his. Instead of pain, she felt nothing but pleasure. His cock slid effortlessly into her soaking tunnel, the barbs pushing against her sensitive depths. Now sitting in his lap, she ground her hips against him. Pleasure overwhelmed her mind, only enough thought left to keep going. She lifted up again, powerful legs holding her steady while one hand held a breast and the other rubbed along his chest. As his cock left her, the spines dragged along her insides, tracing lines of pure bliss.

"Ah..." she sighed pleasantly. This made jacking off seem like a warm shower on the pleasure scale. Though she couldn't really jerk it any more. Her delicate hands clenched, grabbing a handful of boob and scruffy fur with the other. She dropped down again, nearly pulling out some of his fur.

"Ow..." he grunted.

She froze, looking down at him. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, one eye peeked open. "You're awake!" One of her ears flipped over and aimed to smack him again.

"Woah, hey!" he held his hands up in submission.

"You're conscious?!" she demanded, ear quivering angrily.

"You caught me. But you were doing a fine job, so..."

She glared at him for a moment, considering smashing his face in with her powerful ear, but lowered it. "Just keep quiet."

"No complaints here." His hands moved behind his head, forming a pillow for himself.

She kept frowning at him, before a throb of his cock brought her attention back to her new favorite activity. She let go of his fur, moving that hand to rest on the carpet. The hand around her tits felt too good to move. She started moving again. The feeling of the barbs pulling on her insides and pushing against the same spots when going in was driving her wild. She was so sensitive down there, every little poke and prod he made against her was wonderful. Being a girl wasn't so bad, when she had a pokemon cock to play with. Maybe she could find one that wasn't attached to such an ass. Then the real question hit her mind. Were there other types? She knew animals had unique cocks, did pokemon too? The possibilities... If she got to Megan... would she be a female like her, or would she turn into a male... and what kind of dick would she get?

The thought of fucking Megan was erotic beyond measure, enough to make her shiver. While the burning in her body had been the primary concern that led to this, the more his cock stroked her silken folds, the hotter she felt. At the deepest point of their connection, she could feel him tapping something, some barrier. Was it her... oh, she probably did have a womb now. If he came inside, would she...

"I'm close," he grunted. "Can't wait to make you my little easter bunny."

"Easter? What?" She asked, confused as she continued bouncing on his throbbing prick.

"Like with eggs..."

"I thought I said to shut up!" she said angrily. But she was close too. Eggs... babies... Not with him. If she did get pregnant... maybe Megan would help raise them. She was already her best friend, why not mate as well? Either way, she had to cum, the only thing that could calm her horniness. And if that meant taking a load in her new womb, she would. She sped up, slamming down onto his cock. Both of their crotches were soaked with their mixed fluids, his cock steadily throbbing and releasing more pre while she oozed juices from her filled cunny. Those barbs stroking her depths had long since awakened her womb, her body ready to receive his seed and create life. Without knowing their purpose in breeding, she only considered them in terms of the pleasure.

Suddenly, his hands raised and wrapped around her waist. She couldn't react before he started pounding up into her. The feeling of being fucked, not just doing the fucking, was mind numbing. The only choice she had in reaction was to moan, nearly scream in pleasure. "Gonna breed you... Right now!" he called out, slamming home one last time. The thrust rubbed his scruffy fur right against her clit, bolts of bliss coursing through her. His cock pressed right up to her cervix while his barbs flared outwards, gripping firmly to her walls. She came first, convulsing around him, both inside and out.

That set him off, a long string of gooey cum blasting from his tip, right into her fertile womb. In seven back-to-back powerful gushes, he flooded her, seed already leaking from her. "Fuck..." she sighed, leaning back on her hands. She was breathing hard as she came down from her high. "That was... the best."

"Yeah, you were great," Zangoose said. "Round two?"

She looked down at him. "Fine, I'm still horny too. But you're doing all the work this time," she ordered.

He gave her a toothy grin. "I'd love to."

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"Jack..." Megan bit her lip. She slowly opened the stairwell back door and peeked out. Rex just sat there in her grasp, panting happily. He didn't seem to be showing any signs of changing. Hidden in the shadow of the library, she looked then emerged. The swarm from earlier had been moving towards them but she couldn't see any. Staying close to the wall, she crept along the back end of the library until she reached the edge. The path was relatively straight, her dorm just ahead, past a classroom building. The issue was the lack of cover. It was just a concrete path with a monument on the way and a few small flowerbeds. Peeking out further, she couldn't see any pokemon. As she scanned, she darted back into hiding. Near the theatre entrance were two pokemon, one white, one purple. That was all she saw before ducking back. Paul and Richie were in there... "They'll be okay." She whispered to Rex. "We just have to get back safe." She peeked out again, made sure the coast was clear, then ran. Luckily, she ran track in high school, moving all out to the doors of the dorms. She nearly crashed into the glass doors upon reaching it, getting inside while her heart pounded. Rex squirmed around in her arms, upset by the shaking. She hurriedly moved downstairs and into the hideout.

Once she got in and shut the door, she set Rex down, holding a finger to his face. "Behave yourself. No running out," she ordered sternly. He whined at the scolding, but understood. Tail between his legs, he slowly returned to their room. Meanwhile, Megan blocked the door again, struggling to push the heavy shelving into place alone. Once that was done, she sat down and started to cry. Her best friend was gone.

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Paul's hand clenched hard, enough for his nails to dig into his skin painfully. The sounds of hooves stamping the floor got louder and louder.

"Hehe," a girly voice giggled. "C'mon, he's gone already. Let's go do it in the fountain!"

"I like that idea." The equine pokemon responded, then the steps walked the other direction. "Should be... shocking."

Paul didn't move. He waited for a few minutes in silence. From the cafeteria, he had gone further into the building, hiding in the parking office. They'd took enough of his money that he earned the right to hide there. Underneath the front desk was a great spot. It was in its own room, separated from outside by a big window. The only way he could be seen is if someone actually entered the room, so his eyes were locked on the door.

He carefully raised his head and peeked out. The building, at least what he could see and hear of it, was clear. But Jack had said there were more on campus. He began to move, leaving the room and nearly crawling out into the halls. Instead of going back the way he came in, he went for another staircase, going up to the second floor. From there, he emerged into a long hall that rounded most of the building. The Administration rooms did not start until the third floor. This one was for the three separate balconies of the theatre. It just so happened that there were plentiful windows facing outwards up there as well. He looked out and around at the empty campus. To the right of the building were the dorms, to the left was the library and lots of open grass between them, while dead ahead was a classroom building. There were no pokemon in sight. But what he did see was presumably Megan, sprinting down the path. There was an orange shape in her arms, but otherwise she was alone. She made it safely inside.

"Did they get Jack too? Dammit. It all fell apart so fast..." As he looked around, he saw another group of five pokemon wandering towards the dorm from off campus. He left the window and proceeded further onwards, towards another stairwell. This one led down to an entrance that he used to get inside the auditorium. Climbing the steps onto the stage, he went off to the side and backstage. He took out his phone and used it as a flashlight instead of turning on the lights in the nearly pitch-black area.

He'd never been back there, theatre wasn't really his thing. But he did find what he was looking for after a bit of wandering. Prop storage. Far out of the way, easy to barricade. He could hide out there for a few hours until things quieted down outside. He went inside and rolled a big wood painted scene in front of the door. Finally, he could sit and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Gonna hide out here for a while. Stay safe," he texted Megan. After hesitating a bit, he added "Richie didn't make it". In the meantime, he had some phone games to pass the time.

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"Please stop crying."

Megan raised her head, looking to the door. "Paul? Richie?" But the odd voice didn't come from that way. It was light and airy, youthful. She turned her head and her heart sank even further. "Rex... no..." The growlithe had indeed been infected, changing slowly. He was roughly three feet tall now and mostly humanoid. As she watched, she could see his body getting taller and bulkier, centimeters at a time.

With a sad puppy look on his face, he stepped closer.

"Stop!" She cried out, backing up.

He flinched and whimpered, stepping away. "Sorry..." he said meekly.

"Sit," she ordered. He did so, dropping to sit with his new legs stretched forward. "Listen, you cannot touch me. No touching. Understand?"

"Okay," he nodded enthusiastically.

"I'm serious. If you touch me, I'll... I'll... send you to live at the pokemon center," she threatened. He hated the place, hopefully that would make him understand.

His ears flattened against his head. "I get it..."

"Alright... so, how do you feel?"

"Weird. Did I evolve or something?" he asked while looked down at his ever-growing body.

"No, it's complicated." As she thought of how to explain it to him, her phone buzzed. She took it out of her pocket and saw a message from Paul. "Richie too? It's all my fault..." she started tearing up again.

A whine from Rex brought her attention back to her current predicament. He hadn't moved, even when she looked away. He had always been a loyal boy.

"What's wrong? You never cry," he said quietly.

"Why did you have to run out? Because of that..."

"Me... It's my fault you're sad?"

"No, you're just a pokemon. I was the one who made us all go looking. It's me who got everyone turned. Even you. I'm such an idiot!"

"I don't know what happened, but everything is gonna be okay. We've always managed to get through hard times." He was right. Her family adopted the growlithe when she was only a little girl. He always kept her company, even more than her best friend. When it was time to go off to college, she had to beg her mom to let her take Rex with her. And if Rex could control himself after transforming, maybe her friends could too? He seemed to be about done transforming, coming up to just a bit taller than her. He was a kinda thin looking, but his fur covered it up well.

"So, besides that we can talk now, you're the same, right?" she asked hopefully.

"I feel big, but yeah, I think so," he said with a bright smile.

She smiled too and stood up. She stepped closer and patted his head, like she had thousands of times before. "Good boy. You always make-" She yanked her hand away with a yelp. "Did I... I'm an idiot!"

"What?!" he asked, spooked by her reaction. "Why?"

"If you touch a pokemorph, you become one. You got turned when you protected me from that zangoose and I just touched you..." She punched herself in the arm, hard. "Stupid, you stupid idiot."

"Don't," he moved forward and grabbed her arm before she could hit herself again. "It's gonna be alright. I'm fine, so you will be too."

Reddish brown fur rapidly emerged on her arm where he held it, spreading up to the hand and down to the elbow. Despite this, she didn't pull away. She didn't feel like she was in danger. Rex was still her little guy; he'd never hurt her. He let go and the spread of fur slowed to a crawl. "I trust you, but..." She frowned and looked away. "Change is scary for humans I guess."

"It's that way for us too. When we evolve, our bodies change completely. But it's also how we grow. It's part of life."

She looked back up to his gentle gaze. "Yeah, I guess we have that in common." She reached out and put her now furred hand on his shoulder. The moment they made contact, the fur picked up moving again, rapidly spreading to her shoulder. "I don't know why all the other changed are so aggressive. We'll figure this out, together. Maybe we can find Jack, Richie and Paul and we can all hang out again."

"That sounds fun," Rex told her, tail wagging behind him.

"Yeah, as long as we have each other, we'll be okay." The fur was past her shoulder, spreading out over a much wider area. As it crossed past her neck, her jaw let out a painless crack as it shifted outwards, resembling a muzzle like his, only narrower. Her human ears vanished, merging into her head, only for fox ears to pop out of the top as her hair turned from blonde to orange. Down from there, her other hand was covered in fur now, both growing pads while retaining their human form. The fur was quickly moving past her waist under her clothes.

Her mouth opened, showing her new fangs and canid tongue as she began to pant. "I feel so hot all of a sudden."

"It seems like you're gonna be a fire type, maybe a vulpix," Rex said. "It might be all those clothes. I don't really ever feel too cold or hot."

She let go of him and reached down to get her fingers under the rim of her shirt. Before she pulled it off, she stopped and looked at him. "Uh..."

"What?" He tilted his head as he asked the question.

"I know it's never been an issue before, but with you all... human like that, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Why?" he asked. "I'm always naked. Your fur will keep you warm."

The innocence of his response eased her worries. He wasn't some pervy boy who would ogle her body. She took off her shirt, then pants. Now sitting in her bra and panties, the once cold basement wasn't even a little bit chilly. In fact, she still felt hot. She unhooked her bra and then slid her panties off. She noticed they were a bit wet as she folded them onto the pile of clothes. She assumed she was just sweaty and spread her legs a bit as she stretched out. As she did, she looked down at her almost fully changed body, the fur moving past her knees at a slower rate. There was a wide strip of blonde fur went from her neck, widening to surround both breasts and slowly narrowing to her crotch. Speaking of her breasts, they seemed to have shrunk a little, going from D to C. Her fur covered her decently, somewhat masking her genitals. She had to shift as six bushy orange tails sprouted from her back, pressed uncomfortably in a small space. She stood and looked back, experimentally moving them around. It didn't take much to get the hang of it, tucking them under her as she sat back down, making a comfy seat. "That wasn't so bad," she said as her changes seemed to finish. She looked over at Rex, expecting some sort of cheery response. Instead, he was staring at her, mouth hanging open slightly. "Rex?" she asked.

"You're... really pretty. Like, really really," he told her, sounding awestruck.

"Well thanks. You're still cute too."

He moved off his knees and sat against the wall next to her, comparing to her to make sure he was doing it right.

"It's weird. Now that we can actually talk, you'd think we'd have more to talk about."

"Why? Nothing changed but how we look," Rex responded.

"Yeah." She still felt like she was burning up. "Hey, how about we go for a walk, see if we can find the others?"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds fun," he smiled and his tail started to beat against the wall.

She stood up, her tails automatically fanning out behind her. She walked over and hunched over to put her weight into pushing the heavy shelving out of the way. To get the leverage she thought she needed, she had to move her butt out, her tails unconsciously moving up against her back and revealing it. When she actually did start pushing, she found the once struggle of moving the blockage was now nearly effortless. She felt like she could have done it with one hand. "There we go. Ready?" She turned back to Rex. He was staring at her again, both hands in his lap.

"Uhm, how about later? I'm... I'm hungry, yeah. We should eat first."

"Okay, I could go for a bite too," she shrugged. He was acting a little weird suddenly, but this whole situation was weirder. She dug through the pile of food, grabbing a bag of jerky for him and a packet of tuna for herself. "Catch." She tossed his food over. He darted forward, catching it in his teeth, instead of using his hands. "Old habits die hard?" She joked, snickering at him as he chewed it for a bit before realizing he could use his hands to tear it open. As he did, his hands left his lap, revealing what he had been hiding. The tip of his penis was poking out of his sheath.

She had seen his privates before. He was her pet after all, such a thing was impossible to avoid. But he was a lot bigger now. He realized and quickly covered himself, setting the bag of jerky aside. "Sorry..." he said sheepishly.

"It's ok." She moved a fork-full of tuna to her lips, but stopped. She didn't feel like eating anymore. "I... I wouldn't mind helping you." She said quickly. She shifted as the burning in her body intensified, particularly between her legs.

"W-what!?" he asked in shock.

"I mean, I'm not opposed to the idea. It's not the weirdest thing that's happened today."

"But we're best friends..." he said, still not sure. His cock started to emerge more, showing its opinion on the matter.

"So? If Jack had asked me on a date, I'd totally go for it. You and he are good guys. Even then, if my pokemon needs a handy, it's my job to take care of him."

"I wish you would have offered during breeding season," he muttered.

"Is that why you get snippy every spring?"

"Yeah... It's frustrating to fight natural urges. I hid and tried to stay away so you wouldn't think I was gross..."

"Well, why fight it? I'm hot and bothered too," she admitted. "So we can help each other, no biggie."

He frowned. "So I spent all these years hiding this," he moved his hands, revealing his member again, "for nothing?"

"Pretty much." She stepped closer and dropped to her knees next to him, again using her fluffy tails as a cushion. "Can I?" she asked.

"G-go ahead," he stuttered, nervous about two things. First, that his owner was about to touch him. The second was that she also happened to be the most beautiful vixen he had ever seen.

Permission given, she reached out and touched her fingers to his member. He gasped at the feeling, never having felt something other than his own tongue, paws or a pillow against it. Did it feel so good because it was someone else or was it just her? "I've never done this with a real guy before," she told him, "So let me know if I hurt you or anything." She slowly moved her fingers around, feeling the hot flesh of his cock. By how hot it felt, she wouldn't be surprised if it steamed in the winter. As she gently touched it, he throbbed and a bit of ooze came from his tip. The heat in her own body picked up at the sight. As she followed the shaft down its smooth red length, she came to a pair of bulges in either side of his sheath. For a moment, she thought they were his balls, but those were further down below.

Curious, she carefully grabbed the rim of his sheath and moved it downwards. Suddenly enough to startle her, his knot popped out into the open. While she didn't know what it was, her body did, a strong wave of heat rising between her legs. She needed him, now. "Rex..." She turned away from him and instinctively dropped to her hands and knees, tails raising up and fanning out. "I-" before she could get another word out, he was mounting her, climbing onto her back. He wrapped his arms around her, caressing her fur and nuzzling his face into her neck. She pushed back in kind, sighing at the pleasant intimate contact. But he cuddled her for too long. She was too worked up to wait any longer. "Rex, do me."

"Okay..." he said breathlessly. His hips moved away, allowing his cock to spring forwards and point right at her. He then pushed back towards her, cocktip pressing into her rear. He moved it around, humping insistently in an effort to line up with her slit. He quickly figured it out and stopped with his tip against her lips. "Here I go," he told her, more for his sake than hers. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed inside her.

They both groaned out at the feeling, the same thought going through their heads: HOT. Both his rod and her walls were almost boiling in temperature, nearly 200 degrees. It was hot even for a fire type, but not enough to burn them. What neither knew was that such an increase in temperature in fire types indicated their readiness to breed. And with another fire type, there was little need to control their intense body heat.

Now that there was soft pussy clinging around his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. His hips pounded into her, cock slipping in and out easily, body working on its own. His mind was blank, only thinking of basking in the pleasure of his mate. Yes, his mate, not his master. And he would not blow his chance now that he finally had a female. He forced himself to stop going at his frantic pace, despite his body screaming at him to empty his seed into her as quickly as possible. He wanted to enjoy her, for her to enjoy him. Their first mating would be something special. He eventually managed to slow down and stop, resting his cock fully inside her, knot pressed to her lips.

"Why'd you stop?" She asked, sounding concerned.

He couldn't find the words or even catch his breath to deliver them. Instead, he licked her ear and started to pull back out slowly. Her walls rippled around him as he did so, gripping him in her silky soft embrace. He never imagined anything could feel so good. It was even better than when she scratched his ears in that spot at the base.

Megan felt just as good below him, her affection quickly blossoming into full blown love. Being under him was so pleasant, better than any heated blanket in the cold of winter. His somewhat rough well-groomed fur rubbing against her immaculately smooth fur, his heart pounding against her back and his breath washing over the back of her head, it was all so wonderfully intimate. She let out a moan as the tip of his cock hit her deepest parts. Her womb. Where he'd soon plant his seed, breeding life into her. She'd never considered having kids before but now she wanted it more than anything, that and for her once-pet now-mate to keep fucking her. It felt so good, the best thing she'd ever felt. She couldn't decide whether to go harder or just keep going like this forever. The idea of more pleasure and desire for a belly full of his cum spurred her to beg. "Rex, faster, please!"

He couldn't deny her, doing exactly what her sweet voice requested. He shifted his stance, putting more of his weight onto her and began pumping his hips faster. He was already feeling close, his virginal stamina ruining his imagination of a perfect first mating. But how could he resist losing himself in her heated depths? Squishing noises sounded from their wet union, his fur matted with her copious honey. She felt so hot under him. His new speed made his knot press against her lips more, straining against them and trying to slip in and tie her. He could feel his climax building, balls beginning to churn, too soon for his liking.

She could feel it, his building arousal. The way his cock throbbed harder, his body shifted restlessly, his thrusts grew more ragged. And best of all, his thick knot pressing against her. She wanted it, knowing it would seal their courtship. "Rex, you're such a good boy," she moaned, reaching up and rubbing his head. "C-cum inside m-me," she begged breathlessly. "I want your-" She didn't get a chance to finish as he slammed into her with a howl.

He pressed against her, knot fully swollen and straining to fit into her tight passage. He pushed hard, moving her against the floor. But he couldn't get it in, despite how slick his tool and her passage were. He pulled back and slammed into her again, balls clapping against her skin. He was so close, he could have finished right now, but he had to knot her, had to make her cum. Powerful thrust after powerful thrust, he held back until it hurt, his body on fire as he refused to climax.

She braced herself against his onslaught, claws digging into the tile floor and making permanent marks. She suddenly pushed back just in time with one of his desperate wild thrusts. There was a sloppy pop as her lips parted and his knot entered her. Her pussy immediately clenched around it, holding him tight inside her. "Oh!" she cried out, "Yes!"

He barked happily as her walls and body tightened and twitched, her juices flooding around his cock. Finally reaching his goal, he was able to cum, explosively so. She felt his seed splattering the far side of her womb, pooling inside as more and more flooded in. It was hotter than anything, maybe even made of lava. Rex felt it too, the immense heat of their union wrapped around his member. They both began to glow with a white light at the same time. Neither noticed, their eyes closed as pleasure washed over them and consumed their world, basking in their life creating union.

When Megan finally opened her eyes, she did not see orange paws below her like before. Instead, they were covered in blonde fur. She looked down, following her bloated belly to where Rex's balls twitched below her plugged pussy. He looked similar, yet much more muscular. She turned her head upwards and saw his larger muzzled face, holding an expression of pure bliss, above a lush mane. They must have evolved. She reached over and grabbed a bag of chips, cool rawst flavor. Opening it, she offered one to her husband, her mate. He happily ate it, licking her neck in response as she wrapped her tails around his waist possessively. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said, nuzzling into her ears, his seed still flowing into her.

+++

Paul finally got the dreaded message: Low battery, his screen dimming in response. "Damn, I knew I should have charged it," he grumbled. At the same time, his stomach grumbled as well. Now without a distraction, his hunger was front and center. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. Inside were a couple bills. Outside the theatre were some vending machines. Maybe it was even safe enough to get back to the hideout. He slowly moved the backdrop blocking the door aside and opened it, listening before stepping out. He put a bucket of paint in front of the door, holding it open. It was about 8, just after sun down. The day time pokemon would be going to bed and the nocturnals would be just be waking up. He creeped back the way he came in, through backstage and into the auditorium, using the last bit of his phone battery for light. It was all quiet.

Leaving through the double doors back into the ground floor lobby, he stopped and looked out the windows. It was dark, only the side walk lamps provided spots of illumination. He didn't see anything else. Feeling safe enough, he turned and moved over to one of the walls where a set of vending machines stood. As he put money into the drink machine and punched in the code for a lemon lime soda, he felt a bit nervous, looking over his shoulder towards the windows and the dark field. But there was nothing out there. He moved over and looked over the snack machine. In a rush, he quickly decided on a cookie and a bag of pretzels. As he waited for it to drop, he looked over his shoulder again. This time, he froze. There were a pair of bright red eyes looking in, right in front of one of the windows. Their eyes locked and he bolted, even dropping the can of soda. It exploded when it hit the ground, launching a spray of sticky liquid. As he opened the double doors with his shoulder, he fumbled with his pocket, trying to take his phone out for a light. Looking down to turn the flashlight back on, he nearly tripped. He stumbled and righted himself then broke into a sprint down the side aisle. Lungs and legs burning, he ran as fast as he could, scrambling onto the stage and behind the curtains. He slowed a bit, but forced himself to keep going. He rounded a corner and could see the prop storage room, door still open from when he left.

He ran inside, hurting his foot as he kicked the bucket out of the way, allowing the door to swing closed. He was breathing hard, but quickly began to move things in front of the door as a barricade. Only when there were a good five solid layers of wooden backdrops did he sit down at the furthest end of the room. His body was on fire. "Damn," he muttered through his heavy breathing. "Should have exercised more..." He tapped the button on his phone to turn off the light, but kept it in his hand.

There was a knock on the door. His head darted up fast enough to hurt his neck. "Hello~" a female voice sang out on the other side. "I know you're in there. You left footprints all the way." Paul looked down, lifting his shoe to feel it stick to the ground. He didn't notice the trail he left in the dark. "C'mon, we just wanna have some fun. Open the door for us." He turned his light back on and pointed it to the door.

"Can it Lindsey, he's not gonna come out on his own," another voice said. "Stand back in there, I don't wanna hurt you!" Suddenly, the door and the several boards blocking it split in half. They then were cut into smaller pieces, all falling to the floor.

"Dying cause of my stomach, figures," Paul mumbled.

"Hi, I'm Amber," the absol said with a toothy grin, lowering her clawed hand. She immediately brought it up again as Paul shined his light into her red eyes. "Hey, watch it." Paul moved the light to look at the other human-pokemon, a liepard. He then lowered it so as not to blind them. "Good boy," Amber told him, stepping over the rubble. "Now, you can either follow me or I can drag you."

"Fine." Paul stood up and stepped forward. "Just be gentle before you steal my soul or whatever."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Did you fight when you got changed? Think it was scary?"

"Well duh," Amber leaned her head to the side. "Of course it's scary. Humans are scared of all kinds of dumb things."

"Dumb? Losing my personality and becoming some sex crazed monster is nothing big?"

"Hey Linds, you still you?" Amber turned her head and asked to the liepard.

"Pretty much. You're definitely more forward than you used to be though."

"That's what happens when you're horny as hell. Sex crazed, right on the money," she told Paul, "But I'm still me. We used to be cheerleaders, with the Staraptors, is that enough proof for you?"

"The Staraptors?" Paul wasn't a fan of sports, but he at least knew that it was a team from a college a couple towns away, a rival team. "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"Looking for new guys to have fun with. We didn't expect to find a human still around though," Amber said, looking him up and down greedily. Behind her, Lindsey the liepard wandered off.

"Well, you caught me fair and square. I give up."

"Good, I'd hate to get rough." She smiled again. "At least right now~" she purred. "Now follow me." She turned and led the way out of the room. Paul followed her without resistance. He knew he was screwed, figuratively and likely soon to be literally. As they walked, he was deep in thought about what she had said. Was it nothing? Had they been scared for no reason? He would find out soon.

The lights turned on, lighting up the backstage halls and prompting him to turn off the phone and put it back in his pocket.

"Found the lights!" Lindsey shouted from another room.

"Nice job Linds!" Amber replied. "Night vision is nice, but not as good as regular," she explained to him without turning around.

Meanwhile, Paul couldn't help but look over her body. Now in the light, he could really see her full figure. She was like something out of his fantasies. Her long and perfectly smooth white hair ended halfway down her back, blending into the rest of her white fur. Her hips were curvy and butt plump and round. Her tail was held high, slowly waving back and forth as she walked, giving him a clear view. He could see the faintest edge of her boobs past her slender arms. It was like she came right out of his porn, a sexy furry female anthro. One that wanted him. And there might be another one coming to join them. His pants were already feeling tight.

She led the way back out onto the stage before turning around. "Well, since you're being so cooperative, which one of us do you want to turn you?"

Paul didn't answer. He was too busy staring at her breasts. He'd never seen a naked woman in person before. It was only made worse when she leaned forward and held them both up with her hands. "Wanna touch?"

He stepped forward and reached out without even realizing, mesmerized by the milkers. He paused just before making contact. No going back now. He didn't even want to run anymore. Only that nagging fear in the back of his mind held him. "You're sure I won't lose my personality? That's what makes us us, you know?"

"Geez, yes," she sighed exasperatedly. "I was a cheerleader before, Lindsey has been my best friend since first grade and we both got changed by the quarterback who turned into a krookodile. Yes, we were scared, yes, it turned out awesome, you'll still be you, just super horny all the time, now can we fuck or not?"

Paul blinked at the bluntness of her response. "Yeah, yeah sure." He finally closed the distance and wrapped a hand around her boob. His skin immediately tingled as black fur began to grow. He was much more concerned with her body however. It was so pleasant to touch, the perfect mix of firm and soft, coated in that velvety fur. She let out a pleased noise when his palm ran over her nipple. Pads were quickly growing on his hand, giving something better to rub against them. As the growth passed his arms, blue rings of fur formed on his upper arm, glowing faintly. He already knew what he was turning into: an umbreon, a shiny one for some reason. He felt lucky. His fantasies were coming true, even getting a canine form. He moved his other hand, cupping the bottom of her other breast. With his fingers, he touched her perky blue nipple that had emerged from her thick fur, exploring how she reacted.

"Already getting familiar?" Another voice asked behind him. He turned his head to see Lindsey approaching. She was hot too, now that he got a good look at her. She was more athletic and thinner than her curvier, bustier friend. Her boobs were smaller and her fur must have been shorter because her nipples were already visible. Her limbs were covered in purple fur and markings while her chest and crotch were yellow. Her whiskers and ears twitched as he watched her approach with a smile.

"Hey Linds, I think we got a virgin here," Amber said happily.

"Uh, y-yeah," Paul admitted as he turned back to her. "I've jerked off but never-" Amber suddenly leaned forward and drew him into a kiss. He was stunned for a moment but quickly joined in. Her body moved forward and hugged around him, new patches of fur sprouting at the points of contact. His face shifted outwards into a short muzzle like hers as he began to return the kiss. She kissed him fiercely, but briefly, pulling away moments later.

"We'll make this special for you," Amber told him. "Linds, how about you get first round, but I get his knot?"

"Hmm..." Lindsey was right behind him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked down. "Alright, but I get knot next time."

"Deal." Amber leaned forward again and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. "Can't wait," she whispered. Slowly, teasingly, she let go of him and stepped away. "All you Lindsey."

"Hi, I'm Lindsey," she said cheerily, still resting her head on his shoulder from behind. "I know, it's crazy, Lindsey the liepard and Amber the absol, what are the odds, right? So what's your name?"

"P-Paul," he stuttered nervously.

"Relax cutey. We just wanna have some fun with you. No need to be nervous, your first time will be the best," she leaned even closer and whispered into his ear, "cause it'll be with us." As she said that, her hands draped over and rubbed along his chest through his shirt. He was almost fully changed now, his fur pressing uncomfortably against his clothes. There was already a tent in his pants; there had been for a long time. She let go and walked around front. "Alright, let's see what we're working with here."

Paul finally realized he needed to take off his clothes and reached down to do so. She grabbed his hands and prevented it.

"Let me," she said, grabbing the base of his shirt and starting to pull it up. She did it slowly, sensually, rubbing her fingers through his fur as she went. He was so engrossed in the feeling of someone else caressing him that time flew by, his shirt coming off too fast for his liking. No wonder pokemon liked being pet, it felt wonderful. Next, her fingers hooked into his sweat pants and started pulling them down. She seemed to be getting impatient, taking them off quickly once they passed his tented underwear. She placed a finger on the tip of his hidden erection. "Excited? So am I." She reached up and pulled his underwear down, his now canine cock springing free of its prison.

He stared down at in awe. For years he'd wished he had one, instead of his boring human dick. Literally all of his sexual fantasies were coming true. And even better, it was not a simple canine cock, instead of pink or red meat, it was nearly jet black with a thick bulging vein down the middle. His view was obstructed when her hand wrapped around his member. She didn't jerk it like he would, instead raising and moving it to look around. He could tell it was bigger than before, even without his knot out yet.

"Nice." She let go of his dick and pressed her hand to his chest. "Now, lay down for me." He dropped to his knees then rolled onto his back. He thought it would be uncomfortable laying on the hard stage, but his fur gave him some cushioning. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. As he shifted to get comfortable, she stepped over him, sitting on his legs. He already felt wetness on his fur. "Sorry to skip the foreplay, but we're both ready to go. And Amber doesn't have much patience." She slid forward and used a hand to press his cock into her belly. The feeling of her fur rubbing the sensitive flesh made him groan.

She raised herself and moved forward a little more, then lowered herself, his pointed tip touching her lips. Paul fidgeted nervously. He was about to lose his V card, to the second sexiest female he'd ever seen. And number one was waiting in the wings. As he thought about what was happening, Lindsey dropped her hips, breaking his train of thought. "Ahh!" he gasped loudly. His back arched and his body curled at the intense feeling, inadvertently thrusting up into her. His cock was immediately wrapped in hot wet pussy, which clinched tightly against him as his tip delved her depths.

She grunted as her hips touched his, taking all of his cock inside her, filling her with his thickness. "Yes," she hissed. "That was nice for a virgin. You sure you've never done this before?"

"I just... you feel so good. I couldn't help it."

"Just go with the flow. It's easy." Her hands moved up from bracing herself and groped her breasts. He was frozen, watching her tweak her hard nipples between two fingers. She let go, stretched her back, then leaned forward over him. "Hold on tight. Don't burst too fast." She raised her backside, freeing his member from the confines of her walls. It twitched angrily at the cold air before she lowered herself again, wrapping him in warmth once again.

Paul was in utter bliss. His eyes closed and head fell back as pleasure overwhelmed his body, leaving him near paralyzed, save for the weak thrusts he couldn't help but make into her tight pussy. When he opened his eyes and looked up, he saw her sexy feline-human body, only adding to his rapidly building arousal. Looking further down only made it worse. He could see her pink pussy lips spread over his cock, growing wider as they swallowed his new girth. He also could see the black fleshy bulge of his knot growing from his sheath. The knotting had always been his favorite part of the male half. She lifted again, lips gripping at his retreating member and leaving trails of her juice before she reversed and slid back down. He groaned out and tossed his head back again as he disappeared back inside her. "Fuck..." he whispered.

"That feel good?" She stopped with his member buried in her and wriggled her hips, grinding his tip against her deepest reaches. "For such a scrawny guy, you sure got a big dick."

"It... it wasn't always that big," he told her, barely able to think about his answer before he blurted it out.

"Yeah, the transformation not only makes you a better species, but it gives you better assets too. Totally worth the shedding."

"You're so sexy, I'm glad you two changed me," he admitted.

"Well thanks." She lifted up and dropped, faster and harder than before. Paul let out a grunt as she hilted him inside.

"Ah, that's-"

"Yeah, let me hear it!" She called out, going even faster. His knot was swelling quickly, slapping against her lips. He pushed upwards as much as he could, trying to get the bulb into her, but every time he felt like there was some give, she pulled back up, only to drop back down against it a moment later.

"I, I can't-" He sputtered. His balls tightened and body went hot. It was too much, too much arousal, too much motion. He tried to hold back, for just a few more thrusts, but he couldn't. His cum started spurting into her, splattering out as she kept moving.

"Aw, so soon?" she asked as she slowed down, resting atop his knot. "Looks like you'll need to work on stamina. Well, you'll just have to pay me back later."

"S-sorry," he said with a dry mouth.

"It's alright. Most guys pop quick the first time." She stood off him and stepped to the side then stretched, cum still leaking from between her legs. "You'll know you're a stud when you can make a girl cum. I had fun though."

His member was still twitching. He wasn't shooting cum anymore, but he was still liberally dribbling it. Something new he noticed now was a ring of glowing blue, like the ones on his fur, wrapped around his knot. As he laid there and looked it over, there was a whistle. He rolled his head to the side, still feeling too drained to stand.

"Hey, you're not done." Amber was on her hands and knees, rear towards him. Her wet cunny was on full display, the lips a vibrant blue like the rest of her skin. He wanted to mount her immediately, but he couldn't muster the strength to do so.

"Gimmie... a minute," he panted, tongue hanging out.

"No way," she told him. She looked over her shoulder and winked at him, a heart appearing in her eye. Heart shaped energy burst from her body, swirling around before fading as they got further away.

Suddenly, energy surged through his body, he could even feel his cock and balls swell up. He rolled over and stood up, staring at her backside the whole time, her tail waving almost hypnotically.

"Geez, did you really have to use attract on him? You coulda' just waited a few minutes," Lindsey chastised her.

"Relax, he'll be fine, just a little sore later." As they talked, Paul, in a daze, stumbled forward and put his hands on her butt. "There we go. Give it to me." She bent over more, raising her tail high.

Paul wanted to say something, felt he should, but nothing came out besides a dry huff when he opened his mouth. His cock was still erect and ready to go, pressing right against her lips as he moved closer. He had never felt so aroused in his life, his junk hurt from it. The only thing that he thought could sooth the need in his loins were her blue folds. So, he sunk his ebony shaft in without hesitation.

"Fuck! Finally. Been too long since I had a knotted cock.

"What, like two days since we got that zorua?" Lindsey asked. She was sitting against the back wall, rubbing herself as she watched.

"Yeah. You just don't get it. Big juicy knots are the best." Amber said, licking her lips.

"Speak for yourself. Horse cock is number one. Long and thick." Lindsey retorted. "Bigger is better."

"Yeah, but quality is better than quantity. Horse boys just slide out when they're done and all the cum does too. With a knot, all the good stuff stays inside."

Paul wasn't really listening to their argument, instead fully focused on fucking the absol below him. Her blue cunt wrapped around him tightly, soaking him with her copious honey. His over aroused member was soothed by her heated depths, but it wasn't enough. His balls were full to the brim with seed and he had to dump it into her, paint her blue insides white. With a need to breed he'd never experienced, or even considered, he pounded into her and pulled out with ferocity. He had wanted to take it slow, savor the feeling of such a sexy creature, but now all he could imagine was tying her, especially after being denied that pleasure the first time.

"Ugh, yeah, just like that," Amber grunted as he poked at her womb. "You shoulda let him top, Linds. He's pretty good for a virgin."

"That's just the attract. He's half feral."

"He's making me feel good and I bet he feels good, so what's the problem?" she asked cheerily.

"There's no love, just lust. You lose all the romance."

"Paul? You're enjoying this too right?" Amber asked. He gave what loosely sounded like an affirmative grunt. "There, see? Now shut up and let me get fucked."

Paul was conscious of their conversation, even trying to say yes but failing. So much pleasure flooded his mind that thoughts were hard to form and his panting tongue and mouth were so dry and breathing so heavy, it was hard to make words. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, but couldn't get it out. He couldn't control himself, bucking his hips wildly against her with no real rhythm. She wasn't helping matters by pushing back as well, drilling him as deep as possible.

Or maybe it was helping too much, as he was getting close. But instead of his balls emptying right away, he was held back by something. He was just an inch away from flooding her, just one thing to throw him over the edge. Then he remembered. He was a canine now. As if to remind him, his knot strained at her lips. With feral need, he put a hand to her head and pushed her down.

"Oh yeah, dom me big boy!" Amber called out happily as he roughly moved her around. Not resisting, she was bent over all the way, cheek rubbing the floor. Now with gravity on his side, he put even more force into trying to wedge his knot into her. That was it, exactly what he needed, if he could just fit the swollen black wedge into her blue cunny, he'd be able to cum. A growl rumbled out of his throat as he pounded her as hard as he possibly could, no concern for either of their comfort, he just had to tie her. "Do it! Breed me! Make me your bitch!" She called out, egging him on. Hearing her beg for a belly full of his seed drove him even more wild.

Then, with a climactic gooey squish, his knot went in. Her pussy clenched down as hard as a vice around it, locking him in place. He could feel his tip pressed to the entrance of her womb, his entire shaft throbbing, still one thing away from climaxing. Her entire passage rippled around him as she squirmed and gasped, juices gushing all around his knotted cock. Not only the pleasure wrapped around his cock, but also the satisfaction of making her cum before him did it. Cum began spurting out from his tip, blasting hard into her womb. As his balls deflated, so did he, slumping over onto her as they both laid out on the ground.

He was too exhausted to even twitch, simply laying still while his body did its work.

"Ahh, that's the ticket," Amber murmured below him. The last sound he heard before passing out was a pleased sigh from the 'sol.

+++

"Unghh..." Paul let out a pained moan as he rolled over. The pain in his joints woke him up.

"Well good morning."

Paul looked down, his neck hurting when he did so. He was lying on top of a girl, a furred one. He also saw his own furred hands. Memories of last night quickly returned as he woke up more. "Amber?" he asked, surprised to find himself still on her back.

"Yeah, hey. You're pretty cute sleeping too."

"Are you... did we, uh, make a baby?"

"Probably not. Haven't seen anybody get pregnant since this all started. Dunno why. I'm just hangin' till Lindsey wakes up, then we're hitting the road again."

Paul looked around, finding the liepard sitting in one of the seat in the front row, sleeping. "Leave? But what about me?"

"Do whatever. It's a new world out there."

"That's not what I meant..." he said bashfully. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I wanna come with you."

"Hmm..." she rubbed her chin with a claw, thinking about it. "Must say, that's the first time a guy proposed to me. Sure, we can give it a try," she smiled wickedly, "as long as you keep giving me that fat knot."

"Deal." They stayed there on the ground, snuggling and cuddling, with the occasional frisking, for a while. Eventually, Lindsey woke up as well, Paul explaining to her that he wanted to join them in their travels in the changed world.

Together the trio left the theatre and went outside into the crisp morning, dew still on the grass. Sitting against a bush, asleep, was a muscular zebstrika. On top of the bush, splayed out and her fur matted with cum, was a pachirisu. Further in the distance, a lopunny was running from the library towards a ninetales and arcanine walking from the dorms. Paul looked back forward and smiled. Amber was walking ahead of him, putting her hips and butt on nice display as her tail waved high. He felt a bit of a rousing in his loins, despite the ache there. He was eager to see what the world was like out there now.