The Fur Trap
THE FUR TRAP
By Hardcover
As soon as Sasha and Mark woke up, they knew they were in trouble.
Sasha shook his head as he regained consciousness, lifting himself off the floor with some effort. A groan and curse to his left told him that his friend Mark was still with him. They were in a small dark room, with no windows and only one door. Sasha barely knew what had happened, since it all had happened so quickly. One second they were leaving the bar and heading back to campus, and then one jolt of electricity from an unseen assailant behind them, and they'd woken up here, wherever the hell here was.
Sasha was eighteen, the first American born child of Ukrainian immigrants. He was a small guy, thin and wiry, without much muscle tone on him. He wasn't too bad looking, but he was not that attractive either. He had long wavy brown hair that was long over his ears, and a long face with a pronounced chin. His eyes were blue and fronted by thin rectangular wire frame glasses. He looked, over all, bookish and drab, while not being particularly nerdy. He was in school on an academic scholarship, hoping to become veterinarian one day.
His dorm mate Mark, on the other hand, was very much his opposite, lean and muscular, without the beefy look of the steroid pumping jocks, Mark was a good looking chick magnet who was attending college on a sports scholarship for swimming. His hair was thick and black and worn brushed back and held in place with gel, although it went down in a longish cut covering his ears and down some of his neck. His chiseled features were photogenic and masculine, and his large brown eyes usually drove the women wild. He was the son of a couple of former Olympians, and as such had athleticism in his blood. But he was determined not to be another brain dead jock riding a sports scholarship to an easy diploma, and had his sights and becoming a med student.
No sooner had they woken up then the door to the room flew open and four large men in black clothes and ski masks, armed with guns, came into the room. Without a word, they grabbed the two of them and took them down a hall and into another room. The new room was wide, and plain, and they could see a second door on the other side. The only other thing they could see in the room was a large cloth laundry hamper. The room itself was painted white and smell slightly of antiseptic cleaner. In fact, the whole thing looked rather obsessively sterile. The four men pushed Sasha and Mark into the center of the room, pointing their weapons at them threateningly.
"What do you want with us?" Mark demanded.
One of the gunmen gestured at the hamper with his weapon, "Strip."
"What?" Sasha protested, aghast.
The clicking of their rifles shut them both up quickly. Glancing at each other apprehensively, they both began to take their clothes off, tossing the garments into the indicated hamper. The guards watched impassively as the two men stripped themselves down to their underwear, and then completely naked.
Sasha held his hand crossed in front of his crotch, feeling self conscious. He wasn't all that big to begin with, and it was a little cold in this room. Mark of course, was hung like a bear. Sasha was also having nightmarish visions of these guys gang raping them and then slitting their throats. Mark on the other hand, looked as confident when he was naked as he did when he was clothed. He tossed his underwear into the hamper and looked at the guard who had spoken.
The guard crossed to the second door and opened it up, swiping a card through a reader on the side of the door. It was dark beyond it, and they couldn't see inside.
"Go in." The guard told them.
Looking at each other in uncertainty, the two young men entered the darkened room with prodding of the muzzles of guns. Fear clutched at Sasha's stomach, not sure what to expect. They went forward hesitantly, entering the darkness. The door slammed shut behind them, and for a while, everything was pitch black.
It only lasted a second until the lights came up slowly. But when they did, they were both in for another surprise.
The room they were in looked almost like a fancy hotel room. In stark contrast to the sterile clinical look of the previous room, this room was carpeted with a dark brown plush carpet, and lined on all four walls with dark wood paneling. The room was rectangular, and one of the long walls boasted a wide rectangular mirror framed with intricate gold colored carvings. A large leather couch sat against the opposite short wall, while soft felt covered chairs were sitting in the middle of the room around a dark oak fancily carved wooden table.
The light came from an ornate chandelier handing form the middle of the ceiling, and reproductions of classical art lined the walls. Everything looked opulent and refined, except, Sasha noticed, at least six video cameras lined the walls. Whoever their captors were, they were watching them. There were also, he noticed, four speakers placed in the upper part of each corner, meaning they were going to speak to them as well.
"Have we been kidnapped by Donald Trump?" Mark wondered, looking around himself.
"Or maybe Hugh Hefner." Sasha added, and then leaned close and whispered to Mark, "Someone's watching us behind the mirror."
That had been obvious as soon as they'd seen it: The mirror must be one way glass. As they looked around themselves, a voice suddenly came crackling through the speakers, hampered at first by a little bit of feedback. The voice was soft and calm, almost unemotional and clinically detached as it spoke to them, by turns as if it was addressing a guest, or a lab rat. There was the hint of an English accent, and slightly disparaging tone to the way it talked.
"Welcome, Sasha and Mike," The disembodied voice said, "I trust you will find these accommodations more to your liking then your previous ones."
"Who are you?" Sasha asked, sure the unseen observer could hear them as well as see them.
"Now, now, dear boy." The voice said condescendingly, "I have taken great pains to see to it that you cannot see my face. It should come as no surprise that I have no intention of revealing my name either. But for now you may call me Dr. Rex."
"What do you want with us?" Mark demanded, "Why did you kidnap us? Where the hell are we?"
"I would indeed be remiss if I didn't anticipate those very questions my boy." Dr Rex replied, "I will enlighten you on those topics up to a certain point but no further: I am the originator and developer of a bold new cutting edge process of human biological enhancement that will one day very soon revolutionize the human potential and lead the species on a bold path to achievement.
"Unfortunately, the scientific community in its ignorance and jealousy has seen fit to denounce my new process as immoral and even insane, to say nothing of illegal. Such was their opposition that I have been forced to leave a rather prestigious position, in complete and utter disgrace to not put too fine a point on it.
"But the human race is in great need of my invention, though the fools cannot see it. With every passing year, more and more machines appear that do better work and achieve more then man himself. With every passing year, mankind makes himself more and more obsolete. With my new enhancement process, the human race can once again take its place as the dominant species on the planet.
"But because of the swine in the scientific community, and the scum of our corrupt governments, I am forced to use alternate methods to continue my very important work."
"Like kidnapping us?" Mark asked incredulously.
"A necessary evil, one that I regret very highly." Dr Rex said gravely, "But it must be done for the good of mankind. If I am to be the savior of the human species, then I cannot let such trivial things as laws get in the way of my great work."
Mark whispered to Sasha, "I don't think this guy's Bunsen burner ignites all the way."
"And so, for the betterment of future generations, and for the good of all mankind," Dr. Rex announced, "The two of you have been selected to participate in the most important scientific experiment of the modern age."
Feeling his knees practically begin to buckle, Sasha felt a surge of horror at the realization that this mad scientist planned to experiment on them.
Defiantly, Mark declared, "We won't let you experiment on us! You'll have to drag us to your lab kicking and screaming. We'll fight you all the way; you'll probably have to shoot us."
"Oh, I have no doubt that is the truth, Mark." Dr. Rex chuckled, "And that would be most unfortunate and counter productive. That is why you were subjected to the process while you were asleep."
That shut up Mark and he paled visibly. Sasha felt like he'd been kicked in the gut, all the blood feeling like it had drained out of his face. The sheer inevitable horror of the revelation settled on the two men, as their hidden observer continued.
"The serum was administered to you while you were unconscious in the form of a gaseous saturation." Dr. Rex explained, "All that's left is to expose you to the activator, which we'll do one at a time, since the activator is different for each of you. It's a colorless odorless gas, and I wouldn't bother trying to hold your breath, for it is absorbed directly into the skin. That is one of the reasons you have had your clothes removed. The other is that we wish to view all the effects un-obscured. I believe we will start with you, Mark."
"You're crazy!" Mark yelled, loosing a lot of his bravado from before, "You can't do this to us."
"I'm afraid, dear boy that you'll find that I already have." Dr. Rex retorted.
"What are you gonna do to us?" Sasha cried in terror.
"You'll soon find out." Dr Rex stated, "But do try to relax, it won't be as bad as you fear. Since a core component in the acceleration of the process is sexual stimulation, I have included a powerful aphrodisiac in the activator, as well as a mild narcotic so you should enjoy the process very much."
Sasha and Mark stared at each other in helpless apprehension, knowing that somewhere the room was being pumped with the first activator. The one meant for Mark. An aphrodisiac, a narcotic, what the heck was about to be done to them?
It wasn't long before they started to notice the effects.
They both began to get dizzy, a rush of euphoria running through their head. Tingling sensations of arousal began to run up and down their bodies as they started to sway with the effects of the serum. It became hard to focus their thoughts, and a giddy feeling of happiness started to take over. At first, they looked at each other and started to chuckle, staggering a little and stumbling as if they were drunk. They started giggling and laughing, trying and failing to control themselves.
Putting out one hand to steady himself on the large wooden table, Sasha knew he should be trying to fight the effects, but he couldn't seem to even focus his thoughts, like his brain was full of thick soup. Pleasant feelings of glee were flowing around him, and he felt the tingling feelings of arousal coming on, like a steadily increasing flow of ecstasy. All of a sudden, it seemed like it didn't matter what Dr. Rex was doing to them, like he didn't have a care in the world.
Mark was laughing, holding on to on of the large chairs for support, he giggled and snorted, unable to contain himself.
"This whole thing is totally fucked up." He chortled, "Hee hee, I've go no idea what's happening to me."
"Ha ha, I don't even care right now," Sasha giggled, "I think we're high and whatever he's pumping into this room."
"Good shit, I wonder if can buy some off him." Mark pounded the top of the chair, laughing so hard his eyes were shut.
"Hee hee, we're in a lot of trouble."
"You said it! Ha ha ha aha ha. Oh man, I feel great."
They dissolved into giggles, stoned and drugged out of their minds. They laughed and laughed, unable to contain the rush of euphoria that flowed through them, fogging up their minds and stimulating their bodies. Mark looked down and they both realized that he had a massive hard on. At first, the both snorted and giggled looking at it.
Looking down, Sasha realized the he was also hard. He snorted a little but then looked at Marc and realized he was no longer laughing. He was running his hands all over his naked body, caressing himself sensually, surreally aroused, his face showing the telltale expression of ecstasy. He ran his hands along his hips and thighs, his penis hard and engorged, throbbing with desire and lust. He slowly moved his hips and his body in a suggestive, almost lewd, motion.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips, "Oh . . . oh this feels wonderful. God, I'm so horny. I've never been this horny."
He ran his hand down and touched his hard penis, moaning a little and sucking in air at the contact. He seemed like he would start masturbating at any moment, but as Sasha watched him he noticed something wrong, something that cut through the haze in his head in an instant.
"M-Mark . . . your hands . . ." Sasha stammered.
Opening up his eyes, Mark held up his hands and looked at them with almost incomprehension. His hands were starting to grow, getting long in the hand and fingers, his finger nails starting to lengthen as well. As he looked at them, he moaned slightly, as if the strange changes actually felt good. The hands stopped growing, but the finger nails continued.
"Oh my . . . oh . . ." Mark said dreamily.
Sasha fell back against the table, trying to focus on what was happening to his friend. Fur began to appear all over Mark's body; dark gray fur in small patches that seemed to spread out in all directions at a steady pace. As Sasha watched, more patches appeared, and Mark moved his body in stimulation.
"Oooo! Oooo! Oooo! Oh!" Mark whimpered.
It hardly seemed possible to Sasha that Mark would be enjoying this, but that seemed to be the case. He moaned in ecstasy as his feet spread out, his toes thickening as he seemed to automatically stand on them. His feet began to elongate in the middle, rising up even as his lower legs seemed to shorten. His toe nails seemed to expand and curve down, and his lower legs were beginning to take on a frightening similarity to a dog's.
As he gave a small cry, Mark's ears began to rise and lengthen on his head, stretching and narrowing up the side of his scalp. He wobbled, unsteady on his completely unfamiliar legs, which had also begun to sprout fur as well as his arms. Through all of this, his penis remained hard and agitated.
"Oh, this feels so good." Mark sighed, "What . . . what's happening to me?"
Dr. Rex's voice answered from the speaker, "I feel it's only fair to tell. You are taking part in a vital experiment in the hybridization of the human species. A grand process where by we achieve, for the first time in history, true animal and human hybridization, giving us all the enhanced abilities and senses of our animal cousins. To begin with, Mark, you are now undergoing an anthropomorphic transformation that will combine your human's cells with those of a wolf; an alpha male timber wolf, to be precise. You should be proud; you are going to help the salvation of the human race."
It seemed impossible what Dr Rex was saying, but Sasha was seeing it happen right in front of his eyes.
Fur was covering most of Mark's chest and limbs. A large tuft of fur began extending out from the base of his spine, and soon a tail was beginning to grow, lengthening and thickening as it stretched out behind him. His ears were growing longer and seemed to be forming into points. He half hunched over as his hands were covered by fur, his finger nails curving into claws.
Growing around Mark's crotch, fur began spread around his genitals covering up his testicles and the wrapping around his penis. The fur seemed to grow into a cocoon around his cock, encircling it and making him cry out with pleasure. The fur had quickly formed a sheath, completely obscuring his dick from view. The sheath seemed to bond with the skin on his lower stomach, holding it there. The sheath appeared to move as something grew and pulsed underneath it.
All over his chest, white fur had begun to spread, while a dark charcoal gray, almost black fur was spreading everywhere else. His ears were not only growing, but moving slightly up the sides of his scalp. His jaw bones seemed to widen and expand to the side. His feet were completely padded paws now, with curled claws tipping the toes.
Some of his cries had begun to sound more guttural and hoarse, while other seemed to retain their former pitch. The sheath between his legs seemed to pull back and his penis emerged once more, but it was now bigger then it had been before, and colored a deep red shade. The tip was now pointed and the base now sported a slight bulge. Sasha's jaw dropped: It was the penis of an animal, the member of a wolf.
The fur now covered his entire body, spreading out across his face, as his neck lengthened slightly. His long bushy tail almost scraped the floor as he moved, and his hands now sported nasty looking claws at the tips of his fingers. His eyes closed and he moaned and trembled as the fur covered his face.
He cried out, and his canine teeth began to extended, both upper and lower sets. His face began to elongate, stretching out more and more, eradicating his features and forming the large unmistakable snout of a wolf. All over him thick fur was covering everything. The maw continued to expand and grow, his nose flattening against it and spreading out. Whiskers grew from the sides of his snout.
Mark's eyes flew open and they were now the yellow savage eyes a wolf. His chest rose and fell, deep growls now emitting from his wide feral mouth. The transformation climaxed, and Mark threw back his head and let loose with a howl that shook the room. The transformation was now complete.
Sasha stared at the huge hairy monster that his friend had become. He was taller then he had been, but still seemed to have the same basic physique. He was covered in dark gray fur all over his body; except for a long patch from the bottom of his maw to his crotch with was a grayish white color. His arms chest and torso all seemed to retain the shape of a man, though his shoulders seemed broader, and he still stood upright. However, his lower legs and feet were definitely those of a wolf. His hands were clawed and fur covered, but definitely the grasping hands of a human being. A long furry tail hung down from the base of his spine almost all the way down to his feet.
His animal penis, hard and engorged, stood out from him like a lance of male pride
His head was entirely that of wolf, with long pointed ears and its long menacing tooth filled snout. But, absurdly, his hair still remained on his head the same way, almost the same color as his fur, only a few shades darker, but seemingly without a single strand out of place and no different then it had been before.
He was menacing, primal, and powerful.
His stomach crawling with fear, Sasha looked at his dorm mate tentatively, "Mark?"
He expected Mark to growl and attack him, to try to savagely rip out his throat and shred his flesh in an orgy of animalistic fury. He was sure that Mark was no longer in there and that his humanity was gone and he would make Sasha into his first victim. At least, that's what Sasha was expecting to happen.
Instead, Mark looked down at his body and said, "Holy shit."
The voice was deeper, and coarser, but it was definitely Mark's
"Success!" Dr. Rex cried, "Hybridization complete. Marc is now the first anthropomorphic wolf man!"
Still stoned from the narcotic, Sasha said, "Oh my god, Lon Chaney Jr. eat your heart out."
"Who's Lon Chaney Jr.?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Un . . . Beniccio Del Toro." Sasha started giggling again, unable to help himself.
Mark flopped down on the floor in a sitting position, looking at his hands, "Don't laugh man, this is serious. I don't think any chick'll wanna go out with me like this."
"That's what you're worried about?" Sasha said.
"I'm still horny, man; you've got no idea how much." Mark whined, glancing at his cock, "Look at this thing, it won't go down. It's like somebody gave me a Spanish Fly Red Bull."
Dr Rex interrupted them, "I'm afraid that's a concern for another time. Right now, we shall proceed with the activator for Sasha, which has already been vented into the room."
"Dude, you're gonna be a wolf man too." Mark said, "Let see how you like it."
"I'm afraid I have something a little more exotic and little more complex for Sasha's hybridization." Dr. Rex said, "This will be the real test of the serum: Snow leopard."
Crouched on the floor, looking dazed, his penis throbbing, Mark mumbled, "God, I'm so horny. I feel so . . . good."
Dr Rex paused dramatically, and then added, "More specifically: Female snow leopard. Sasha will undergo the first transgender hybridization!"
"What?" Sasha cried not believing his ears.
But as soon as he said it, he felt the rushing euphoria flooding his mind again. There was no stopping it. He stumbled back, his mind a menagerie of conflicts. Fear shot through him, fear of what was being done to him, of what he was becoming, but mixed with giddiness and unquenchable arousal from the serum. A strange feeling of longing settled on him that he couldn't fight down. His penis throbbed between his legs, tingling all over with arousal.
Almost instantly he felt the tingling pleasurable sensations as white fur began to rise on his skin in patches, spreading out across his body. He looked at his hands and the seemed to shrink a little, while only his nails seemed to be getting longer. He glanced over at Mark and saw him masturbating; his eyes closed as he pumped his wolf cock. No help there.
Feeling his skin stretch, Sasha twisted and convulsed as the changes racked him. Sweat was glistening all over his body, coating him with a fine sheen. He felt his legs changing, his feet spreading out and his heel rising, exactly the way Mark's had, forming paws at the bottom of his legs. His legs were smoothing and rounding.
He felt his waist narrow, but the bones and muscles of his sides expanded, rounding his hips. He moaned and shook as the flesh at the bottom of his back began to rise, extending and expanding, moving our and forming a small tail that was only getting longer and longer. He looked down and realized he was no longer hard, but limp and flaccid, and his penis was shrinking and shriveling between his legs.
His ears were stretching up the side of his head, rising and narrowing at the top, but forming rounded tips instead of points. Fur began to fill in across them. His canine teeth had begun to extend, pressing against his gums. His shuddered as electric sparkles of pleasure ran up and down his form as he changed, making him, no, forcing him to enjoy his transformation.
He felt his hair starting to grow longer, trailing down his head even as his ears rose above it. Fur ran over his shoulder and down his arms. He felt strange suction on his hest as two more sets of nipples appeared right underneath his originals. His shoulders where narrowing, getting closer in, and the tail continued to extend behind him.
"Please don't do this to me." He begged, "Please don't do this to me."
He gave a gurgling cry as two breasts began to rise out of his chest, expanding outward under his nipples. No sooner had that shocked him then breasts began to rise out from under the four new nipples as well. His nipples were becoming thick and puffy, and very hard.
"Please don't do this to me." He moaned again.
His legs were completely covered with fur. He staggered back, moaning, on the unfamiliar appendages, and fell completely over, slamming his back against the wooden table. He gripped the edge of the table for support, his legs ending up spread eagle. He saw with a panic and a strange curiosity as his male genitals shriveled and shrank into his body, emasculating him as they vanished. No sooner had they gone then the skin sank in just behind where they'd been. He got goose bumps on his skin as felt a vagina form between his legs, the lips and clit forming, the inner canal tunneling deeper and deeper into his body.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He cried; each 'oh' getting progressively higher and softer as his voice changed.
Sasha's masculinity was gone, eradicated by the changes wracking her body. She struggled to try to get to her feet, managing to rise a little as her breasts completely came in, six in all on the front of her chest. Her belly flattened and tightened, but her butt swelled a little behind her. Fur grew in all over her face, the tingling making her head swim. She closed her eyes as her body seemed to betray her, pleasure and ecstasy flowing through her altered flesh, driving her euphoria to mind numbing heights.
"Please do this to me." She moaned, cringing as she realized what she'd said.
Her tail touched the floor, pressing against it as it still got longer. Her feet had widened and spread out across the ground, curved claws on her toes that scraped against the expensive looking carpet. Her eyes flew open as her face began to expand, pushing outward and forming the feline maw of a big cat. The room was suddenly different; everything seemed clearer and more defined, colors more vivid, blacks more deep. Her ears rose up, and her body spasmed as the transformation reached its climax, sending a blast of incredible pleasure through her from head to tail. She cried out, but her cries became the distinctive shrieking growl of a leopard. Feral, primal, and all animal, her roar bellowed through the chamber.
Breathing hard and trembling, Sasha pushed herself up onto her feet, her legs wobbly and her head disoriented. Both dreading and yearning for what she'd see, she moved forward, took a deep breath, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her body was curvy and very feminine, with large breasts (all six of them!) and an hour glass figure: A stripper's body without the artificial implants. She was covered from head to toe in soft white fur. From her chin to her crotch, it was all white, but her back, legs, arms, tail and even her face were covered the black spots and rings. Her feet and hands were also black, as was the tip of her tail. A line of black fur also ran from her nose to between her eyes.
Her tail was long and very thick, a big cat's tail but a particularly furry one, so long that it curled at the end against the floor. Her hands were distinctly human, but small and dainty. Her fingers were tipped with sharp curled claws, but she found by flexing the muscles of her hand she could draw them inside.
The six breasts that now occupied her chest were covered in fine white fur, but her nipples were bare and in plain view, still human nipples with their pink shade, if slightly puffy. Her hair was long and strait, spilling down around her shoulders and was completely white except for the ends where were black, almost as if she had dyed it that way. Her new ears rose up above her head out of her hair. They were long, but shorter then Mark's, and rounded at the tips instead of pointed. They were also tipped with some black fur.
Before the change, her eyes had been a nice blue color, but now they were a stunning, vivid shade of blue like two sapphires in her head, her pupils the small narrow slits of a cat. Her short maw was definitely feline, and she even saw that she sported whiskers coming out on both sides of her nose. She opened her mouth and saw that her teeth were large and pointed; the teeth of a predator, curved slightly inwards.
Turning around and looking over her shoulder, she examined her back side in the mirror. She had a nearly perfect, round, heart shaped butt, slightly obscured by her thick long tail. Did snow leopards really have tails this thick, she wondered. She supposed they did.
She turned back around, and dropped her eyes to her crotch. The main event she had been avoiding looking at till now. Between her legs, the fur was not as thick. There, where her penis had once been, a perfectly pretty female pussy sat, agitated and wet with arousal, clearly visible, even with her legs closed. She turned around and bent over slightly, moving her tail aside so she could see, and saw that both her pussy and her asshole were sans fur. Sasha shuddered, but had an unrelenting desire to touch her new vagina. And she still felt astonishingly horny, more turned on and aroused then she'd ever been. Her held felt like it was drowning in desire.
Dr Rex's voice crackled through the speakers, startling Sasha, who had quite frankly forgotten that he was there.
"Success! The transgender hybridization is complete." He said, "You both look quite magnificent. I hope that you will agree with me because your changes are quite permanent, there is no way in heaven or on Earth that these changes can be undone. I'd be lying if I didn't say that this experiment has turned out better then I'd hoped. The mass dispersals will commence immediately. You may both be proud of yourselves; you've helped take the human race from the brink of oblivion. "
"I . . ." Sasha stammered, "Why did you do this to us? How can this possibly help the human race by making us less human?"
She waited, but no answer was forthcoming.
She tried to focus, to think about the situation: What would become of them? Would they be let go, would they be kept forever? Jesus, would they be kept in a cage? What was going to happen? She tried to concentrate, but it wasn't working. And then the hair on her back stood up and she lost all concentration. Her nose flared and she picked up the scent of someone standing very close.
She turned and found Mark standing next to her, leaning down and sniffing at her with his dark nose. His hand picked up a lock of her hair, as he moved his head back and forth, taking in her scent.
"What the hell are you doing?" She asked him, flustered.
"Sasha . . . you smell nice." He told her.
Feeling herself blush, not sure if that could be seen under all her fur, she stepped back.
"C-cut it out. Don't sniff me!" She complained.
Mark seemed not to hear her, and at least just ignored her. He lowered his head, sniffing along her body, moving downward.
"Oh, Sasha, you smell really nice." He said deliriously, "I've never smelled anything as good as you."
She felt the hair on her neck rise and she was sure she'd turned completely red, embarrassment flooding. Still, some part of her was getting excited at the way her was examining her, appraising her; the way he was interested in her. She felt the tingling in her crotch expand and increase the closer he got.
He looked at her, and she gasped slightly: In those yellow predatory eyes was an unmistakable desire and longing. A desire for HER, and she trembled from head to toe. Her eyes dropped down to his huge thick, long wolf cock that jutted out of his sheath at her. It quivered and pulsed with an unmistakable arousal. She tried to will herself not to look at it. Tried to will herself not to feel the unnatural drives that were rising up unbidden inside her.
Mark moved closer to her, "Oh, man, Sasha, you're so pretty. Scratch that, you're so beautiful. I can't believe how good you look, that doc's a genius."
"Stop saying that, it's insane, Mark." Sasha put her hands up between them, "Dude, stop it! We're both guys! Or at least we both used to be guys! And, and . . . we're not even the same species!"
Weren't canines and felines supposed to be natural enemies? It didn't look like Mark cared at all, or that the kitten in front of him used to be his dorky dorm mate. He brushed his fingers over her cheek, grinning happily at her. The closer he got, the closer that big hard dick got, and Sasha was on pins and needles, not sure what to do.
"Are you by any chance a parking ticket?" Mark asked her.
". . . No." She answered, perplexed at the question.
"Are you sure? Because you've got fine written all over you." He smirked.
"D-did . . . did you just throw a line at me?" Sasha asked incredulously, "Mark! Stop! It's me! It's Sasha!"
Running his hand over her hair, Mark replied, "Where's Sasha been all my life?"
"It's the guy who goes with you to monster truck rallies and strip clubs!" Sasha exclaimed getting desperate.
Marc was running his hand down her arm, "So sexy . . . You could work a strip club."
Again, Sasha tried to back up and get away from him, but then her nostrils flared and she picked up another scent. A husky musk that smelt like the most appetizing thing she'd ever smelled. It called to her, telling he to go to it, making her tremble and fogging up her senses. What in the world was that wonderful scent?
Oh crap! It's his pheromones, she realized with shock. She smelled his pheromones and she was reacting to them. Her pussy was glistening with moisture and her nipples stood at attention. Goosebumps rose under her fur and she felt an unquenchable and irresistible desire for him, to be near him, to MATE with him and take his seed inside of her. It was like she had no control over herself, she was drowning in this vast sea of lust.
"Please don't, Mark!" She cried, desperately trying to get away.
Her grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close to him. Her heart raced in her chest and her blood pumped in her body as she felt his cock touch her stomach. He put his lips down on hers and kissed her, long and deep as he slid his hand up and down her arms. Her hand balled into fists and her tail shot out behind her in shock.
But then, her mind caved in to the demands of her body. The kiss felt so good, she reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him closer to her. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight against him, his hard cock pressing against her body. His tail was wagging, flopping back and forth behind him as her own swished seductively. She felt his long wolf tongue enter her mouth. It wasn't gross at all, and she returned the favor, sliding hers into his.
He spun her around the other way, and Sasha leapt up on him, wrapping her legs around him and pulled herself to him. He carried her over to the table resting her there as they continued to make out passionately and wildly, their tongues ringing each other and intertwining.
Sasha knew she was lost, in the back of her mind she knew there was no going back, that she had just cast off her male self and embraced the female. And in a way, she had cast off her humanity embraced the feral passion of the cat. But she couldn't help herself; it felt so good, so good to be pressed up against each other, naked like this.
Breaking the kiss, Mark had moved his head down and was nuzzling and nibbling on Sasha's neck. She purred and raised her head, giving him more room, her hands playing on the soft, pleasant fur of his back.
"I'm so glad this happened, you're beautiful." Mark muttered.
His head moved down, and he kissed the tips of some of her breasts. Sasha felt desire running though her, her sensitive mammaries responding to his kisses, making her more and more aroused as he snout did its work. Her head tilted back and eyes closed as deep purrs rumbled in her chest.
"God, I love all your boobs." Mark groaned.
"Oh, touch them Mark, I want you to. Please." Sasha begged, losing her will to his affections.
His hands gently squeezed her breasts, moving from one to the other, leaving none of them without attention, and licking and sucking on her hard nipples with his maw. Sasha was amazed how sensitive they were, how the simple act of a soft squeeze or wet suckle could feel so good. She bit her lip a little and rolled her body, her sense of peril completely forgotten. She knew that there were people watching them, watching her as she did sexually feminine things with Mark, but the thought only served to turn her on more.
Moving down with his tail wagging, Mark gently lifted Sasha's legs up and opened them wide, revealing her new girl parts to him in explicit detail. She blushed and giggled a little as she was exposed, but found the liked the longing, infatuated expression on Mark's lupine face. He moved down and got on his knees, and then began to lick her, pressing the nose of his snout against her snatch.
She gasped as soon as it was touched, her body shuddering as his large wet tongue ran over the lip and caressed the clit. A rumbling purr rolled out of her chest and she let out a high moan, as Mark began to eat her with a relish and skill that was just his style. Unable to help herself, Sasha rolled her hips with his licks, thrusting her bared pussy ant the furry maw of her benefactor. She gasped as Mark spread her pussy lips and slipped his tongue deep into her snatch, getting further then he'd ever done in his human form. It made her squeal with glee and twist herself with the pleasure.
Her mind clouded with both her lust and whatever dope Dr. Rex had pumped into the air, Sasha became aware that she was acting more and more feminine the more she did with Mark. Each bit of pleasure he gave seemed to serve to remove more and more of her masculine traits. It should have frightened and angered her, and a small voice in the back of her head was screaming at her loss, but instead she was welcoming it, letting the change take her and alter her.
He finally stood up and stepped back, pulling Sasha off the table and onto her feet. He rotated them both around so they'd changed places and then gently pushed down on her shoulders. Sasha let him push her down to her knees, her body flooded with electric tingles. She knew, of course, exactly what he wanted. The faint male voice was screaming at her not to do it. She hesitated, not sure if she really wanted to. But when she was fully down on her knees, Mark red pointed penis right in front of her, her pussy juiced even more as she stared at his hard member, the sight sending fluttering sensations of arousal all over her. She felt an irresistible need for his cock; it was so big, so long, so nice . . .
She reached out and took his penis in her hand. It didn't feel gross of offensive, and the texture of his flesh felt good under the pads of her hand. She licked her lips, her vagina ablaze and moved her hand up and down, masturbating him a little. She felt a glowing sense of pride as he moaned in pleasure at what she was doing to him.
She looked up at him, her hand moving on his dick, "I . . . I've never done this before."
"I know." He nodded.
She looked at his penis again, and knew she could not fight her desire. She opened her mouth, and let her long rough tongue lick his cock from bottom to top. She ran it all over his penis along the sides and over the tip, experimenting and finding what he seemed to like the most. Carefully taking the tip between her feline lips, she threw her reservations aside and swallowed his dick.
It was true; she'd obviously never done this before. But she had it done to her, or to him as it was back then, and she seen enough porn that she had an idea of how to get a guy off. She bobbed her head, sucking on him lovingly. She found that the simple fact that she had his penis in her mouth was turning her on, just that knowledge made her hornier and she plowed ahead, bobbing her head up and down and slurping excitedly on his cock.
This was unbelievable, but here she was, sucking on Mark's dick like all those googly eyed sluts he'd always had up in his dorm room. She surprised herself with a slight feeling of jealousy, a desire to be better and sexier and more alluring then they were. She took the pointed cock deep in her mouth, enjoying the act as her hand did its work between her legs, rubbing her very wet vagina.
"Oh man." Mark exclaimed, "Babe, are you sure you've never done this before?"
Was he calling the old her a fag? She shrugged if off and kept on sucking. But soon her clit was swollen, and she knew she wanted more then this. She couldn't let him cum yet she had . . . she had . . .
She had to get this inside of her.
She stopped and stood up. Their eyes met and it was like no words were needed. Mark reached around her and lifted her up easily, turning them both around and sitting her back on the table as he had before. He pushed her down all the way on her back, and she eagerly spread her legs wide and pornographically. He looked down at her, licking his snout, his tail almost a blur of motion. Teasingly, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet slit, making the leopard girl tremble in anticipation.
Hesitation welled up in her; this was it. There would be no turning back after this. Once he put it in, she would have had sex as a woman; with Mark of all people; with a giant wolf man, for that matter. She wanted it now, but would she regret it later? What if this wore off and they went back to the way they had been? Could they live with the knowledge of what had happened?
And then, he entered her and she forgot all about it.
She arched her back and roared, tilting her head back as he pushed his dick deep into her. She gripped his shoulders as he began to move in and out of her, fucking her rapidly. Sasha moaned and undulated under him, enjoying the feeling of his penis inside her. Pleasure was lighting up her furry body. She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, thrusting her hips back and him, their eyes meeting. He kissed her and she kissed him back.
In her wildest dreams, Sasha had never thought sex could be this good. As a guy, most of the sex he'd gotten had been from girls who were really trying to get something else they wanted from him. They'd been disinterested in the sex, the way most human women tended to be. But now, hybridized, they were like the animals they were melded with: wild, uninhibited, and unrepentantly sexual. She yowled and roared with pleasure, unleashing her libido like a monster out of its cage.
Mark was huffing and yipping, like he just couldn't get enough of her. His eyes were closed and his ears were pressed back against his head. Deep inside her belly, Sasha had begun to feel entirely female, as if she had always been this way; the act of penetration feeling like it had woken up something deep within her.
Eventually, he pulled out of her. He pulled her off the table and stood her up on the floor, Sasha letting him guide her. He turned her around so she was facing the table and then bent her all the way over the top. She spread her legs out wide and lifted her spotted tail, ready for more. She licked her lips and purred ecstatically.
Excited and anxious, Mark leaned forward and shoved his cock back into her. She yelped and roared as he entered her, gripping the table with her fingers. Her claws re-emerged and dug into the expensive cedar as her body twisted and spasmed.
"Woah!" Mark exclaimed as he fucked her, "Sasha, how'd your pussy get so tight all of a sudden?"
Grunting, Sasha replied, "That's NOT my pussy! You're fucking me in the ass!"
It was true; in his haste and anxiousness to get back into her, Mark had gotten the wrong opening and had shoved his cock deep into her poor untried asshole.
Mark's eyes flew open, and he looked down at her, "Oh, man! Sasha, I'm sorry."
He began to pull out of her, but Sasha reached back in a lightening move, and gripped his waist pulling him forward and deeper into her butt.
"I didn't say I wanted you to stop." She purred.
Taken aback for a second, Mark then grinned from pointed ear to pointed ear, "Oh, Sasha likes it up the butt?"
"Apparently." Sasha mumbled, groaning and growling as his penis plunged deep into her rectum.
Leaning over her body, his muzzle close to her ear, he cooed, "A woman after my own heart."
As he moved his cock in and out of her ass, Sasha grunted and growled, the sodomy unleashing a wild feral energy in her that pushed her to the brink of madness. She twisted her body and thrashed her head, her massive teeth gritting together as the forbidden act called some deep part of her to rise to the occasion. She slipped a hand between her legs, retracting her claws, and began to rub herself again, teasing her wet and swollen clitoris and sending waves of delight through her.
She knew they were watching her, but she didn't care. In fact, she liked the idea.
When Mark pulled out of her ass, wanting back in her pussy, Sasha flipped over and got to her feet, pushing him back and away from the table. They reached one of the chairs and Mark sat down on it, one hand holding the base of his cock.
Sasha got over him, putting her knees on either side of his body, and lowered herself down, reaching behind her butt and gripping his cock. As she moved down she guided it back into her slit, throwing her head back and growling as she felt it penetrate her again. Putting her hands on top of the chair, she began to ride him, shoving her body up and down with her now powerful legs.
She moaned and gasped, more pleasure then she'd ever thought possible running over her. She was reveling every minute of it with her wolf lover. She kissed him on his maw, tasting his tongue with hers. His hand reached up and began to kneed and rub her breasts, moving from one pair to the other as they flopped up and down with her motions. She was uncontrolled, and driven by feral lust. Hell, she was lust; she was sex as she rode her canine love with unhinged excitement and passion. She knew now that she was completely and totally a woman, her male self having been cast aside in a fire of sex.
She felt the pleasure building in her, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Mark! You're gonna make me cum. I think I'm gonna cum."
The orgasm exploded from between her legs. Massive amounts of pleasure washed over Sasha in waves as she writhed in delight on top of him. She ground her hips, getting every last bit of pleasure she could out of her climax, throwing back her head and roaring with pleasure, and ear splitting bellow that rattled and shook the mirror.
"Ah, I'm gonna cum too!" Mark barked, "I'm gonna cum too!"
"Cum inside me!" Sasha heard herself say, "Cum inside me!"
She rode him until he shoved his cock all the way in and shook with the force of his orgasm. Her tilted back his head and howled loudly as Sasha felt his cum spray into her in gushing floods.
Very quickly, she felt something she had not expected but probably should have: The knot at the base of Mark's penis began to swell up. Getting bigger and bigger inside her pussy as he spewed the last few drops inside her. It continued to swell, pressing against the inside of her vagina, rubbing against the walls so much it made her cum again. She growled and kissed Mark deeply on the lips.
It wasn't long after the show was over that three of the guards from before entered the room from the same door, armed as they had been with surplus automatic rifles. They took up positions around the furry couple, cocking their guns for effect.
The same one who had spoken before spoke again, "All right you two; break it up, you're coming with us."
Looking slightly embarrassed, Mark said, "Uh . . . we can't really do that right now."
"What he hell are you talking about?" The guard asked.
When Mark seemed at a loss to explain it, Sasha spoke up, "He knotted in me. We're still tied. We can't come apart just yet."
There was an embarrassed silence as the thee guards digested this information. They looked at each other and then filed out of the room, leaving the two alone. They kissed and nuzzled each other while they waited for Mark's knot to go down. Fully aware that the guards meant to either imprison them or kill them when they got back.
They were also whispering to each other, and coming up with a plan.
After a bout a half hour, Mark had finally shrunk enough for Sasha to get off of him without incident. As soon as she did so, the three guards, apparently having been watching them, piled into the room. Two stood on either side of them, while the third stood between them and the door. Rather then rise as they came in, Sasha and Mark stayed right where they were.
"Get up, it's time to go." The guard ordered.
Neither of them moved.
The guard stepped closer, "Hey, you listening to me? I'm the guy with the gun!"
Sasha moved so fast that the guard barely even realized what had happened. With shrieking roar, Sasha popped her claws and swung her hand upward. Her claws entered the guard's skin under his chin, slicing through him like butter and exiting his mouth in a splash of blood. His eyes bulged in shock as he tongue was shredded by the Sasha's sharp talons.
"Pleased to meet you, guy with the gun," She growled at him, "We're predators!"
The second guard had turned to help his companion, but in doing so he took his eyes off of Mark, who lurched at him with a savage growl. Clamping his teeth down on his neck and severing his arteries, Mark shook his head with feral fury, ripping out the guard's throat and sending him falling to the floor clutching at the gaping wound that was once his neck.
Sasha yanked her hand back and tore the first guard's jaw completely off in a sickening crunch of bone and squish of muscle, dropping it to the floor as the guard, no longer so arrogant, plummeted to the ground, dying in a crimson shower of gore.
That left the third guard. To both their surprises, he dropped his gun and turned tail and ran. Sasha realized he was going to sound the alarm, and then gave chase.
On full instinct, she dropped to the floor on all fours and raced after him, pulling herself onward with her front hands close together and pushing herself forward with her powerful hind legs spread apart. She tore after him with astonishing speed. Leopards, after all, were not as fast as cheetahs, but they were still no slouch in the speed department. Especially over short distances.
She closed the distance in a manner of seconds and flung herself at her prey, leaping through the air with incredible velocity, something snow leopards were known for. She tackled him and threw him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him with a terrific thud. Flipping him over and his back, she stood on top of him, her clawed hands on her chest. She roared at him, inches from his face, making sure her could see her intimidating teeth. Mark had run over to them and was crouching next to them.
He reached over and grabbed his mask, pulling it off. They guard was just a kid almost, no older then either of them. He stared at them with wild fear in his eyes.
"You." Sasha growled, "This is your lucky day."
"It is?" He asked helplessly.
"You've got a key card." She said.
"I have?"
"It just might save your life."
"It will?"
A slight smile rose on Sasha's face, "You are going to help us escape, got it."
A bit of defiance rose in the young man's eyes. He smirked sarcastically.
"Sure, why not." He sneered, "You're too late anyways. Dr. Rex has already called for the mass dispersal. We had agents in every major airport in the world. They dispersed the serum, piggy backing on a virus. It will spread all over the world, infecting at least half the population. Soon, there will be hybrids everywhere.
"Besides, there's no cure. You two will be like this permanently, for the rest of your lives."
Sasha shot Mark an amused look, and then turned back to the prone guard with her eyebrows raised.
"So what's the bad news?"
Clad only in a sheer lacy pair of panties, otherwise completely naked with her six breasts exposed, Sasha sat in her dorm room in a comfortable chair, a text book on veterinary medicine on her lap, and a cold beer in the other. The TV was on, and Sasha watched the CNN report with interest, as it had to do with the phenomenon of people turning into human/animal hybrids all over the world. There was even a local movement for the Hybrid American rights afoot, of which she and Mark were both a part of. Again, her picture and Mark's appeared in the report, which always felt weird.
After their dramatic escape, Sasha and Mark had led authorities back to the compound where they'd been held. But they place had been emptied out, with no trace of the rest of them left. Even the bodies were gone. And the mysterious Dr. Rex had never been found, nor had his identity ever been discovered. But their escape had been TV caviar and soon every news network in the country had been clamoring for interviews with Mark and Sasha.
In an odd twist, Sasha had been getting love letters from the guard who'd helped them escape.
She felt Mark's hands around her shoulders and his snout nuzzled her neck, she grinned, reaching back and rubbing him behind the ears like she knew he liked. They were a couple now, although by their nature they had to be an open couple as they'd found monogamy to be practically impossible, especially when Sasha went into heat (which was frequent). Right at the moment there were two other girls in the dorm, sleeping after last night's heavy partying, one was a normal girl with an open mind about hybrids, and the other was a raccoon hybrid with a long bushy tail that Sasha found endlessly fun. Both of them were lying around naked.
Sasha had completely accepted her new female and hybrid identity, although she'd discovered she was most assuredly bisexual, and found that she was much happier now in her new form.
She grinned. Maybe, just maybe, Dr. Rex had been a genius after all.