FSE

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Disclaimer- Using the miracle of language, this piece will teleport you to a fictional world through the power of imagination. That being said, the place you will be transported to might not be where you want to end up. If you are under the age of 18, or offended by bizarre transformational eroticism, woman's business clothes, or the color yellow, you should most definitely stop here. If not, than I can only wish you the best of luck braving what comes beyond.

A Job Gone Terribly Right

He scratched his arm idly though the heavy fabric of his long overcoat as he trudged down the damp gray street. There was really no need to. If he had the inclination, the dermal stimulus mod he had installed could take care of it. He could just reduce the sensitivity on his limbs, but old habits died hard.

This was a heck of a business to get into, but his cost of living was a little higher than your standard everyday Joe's. Raph couldn't understand how people could be so far behind the times, the unaugmented body was becoming obsolete, and with the recent genetic revolution, you didn't even need to be chromed to be better. He was technically still organic, but his skeleton was mostly high density carbon polymer and he had an integrated WetWorks CPU that couldn't be detected behind his body's regular electromagnetism.

This is why he was sure that the job was no problem. The last guy had done this for three years, completely augmentation free. Admittedly, his sudden disappearance was slightly unsettling, but it left a big enough hole for Raph to get in with the company, and while he wasn't technically an "employee," he was pulling down more cash than most wage-slave desk jobs did.

Sighing, he looked up at the gray sodden sheet of the sky. You'd think that with all the amazing advancements in technology, they'd find a way to make it rain less. His eyes stared off into the distance as he brought up a neural HUD overlay. He was getting closer to the meeting place.

Genetic modification was a big business all of the sudden, and the companies wanted to keep it that way. The Big Three corps owned ninety eight percent of the genetic procedures available, and weren't about to let their patents be ignored. The government certainly wasn't going to do anything about it. They needed the juice the Big Three provided to turn their basic foot soldiers into unstoppable killing machines. It was cheaper than chroming someone, and if the legislature wasn't going to make it enticing for the companies to stay here, there were plenty of other countries that would be glad to have them tax free.

He blinked back to reality as his shoulder clipped against the corner of an old aluminum street sign. His hand clutched at the area as pain blossomed and then subsided, local area neural dampers kicking in. This kind of thing always bothered him, he kept improving his body, making it better in every way, but it just didn't feel right. He could turn up the sensitivity if he needed to, but it still wasn't quite correct. It was like there was some basic connection with his body that he was missing. Some kind of simple intimate need that he still lacked. He'd have to see if he could get another mod to take care of it, but to do that he'd need more credits . . .

And so he walked, shoes plodding on unphased through the puddles that formed on the cracked sidewalk of the old town as he approached his destination. Raph had a standard cover, posing as an interested dealer who wants to see the wares. The company didn't have finer details other than he was looking for unlicensed genetic modifications, probably cosmetic. Cracking his neck to the side, he pushed the glass door open and walked into the hall of what was probably once some kind of upper crust department store. Now all the aisles were occupied by low grade grimy tech vendors that probably dealt more under the table than over it. Used chrome was always bad news, thank god he didn't have to deal with any of it.

Raph could feel the eyes following him as he walked past a ragged couple sharing a bottle in a brown paper bag on the floor, jaundiced eyes following him with hopeless boredom. Lovely. The faster he could scout this place out, the better. Pausing a second, he accessed his HUD again to make sure that this was the place, and it matched up. The door had an old fashioned brass knob, set back in what used to be one of the employee only areas. He hadn't seen the like in awhile. The mechanical bolt ground against the wood of the door frame, but it wasn't quite right. That feel used to give him a shiver up his spine when he was a kid . . .

Bright light surprised him as he walked into the antiseptically clean lobby. Bright old fluorescent lights lit the place from the lowered ceiling: Technically illegal, but considered the height of fashion for those into that particular retro vibe. There was an D.P.S. Detector by the door that scanned him as he stepped past, but it didn't bother him. All of his mods were untraceable organics.

His head pulled back as a cracking synthesized voice rang out from behind the empty secretary's desk. "GOOD MORN-MORN-AFTERNOON MR. PALE." This system must be ancient. There was literally an old display with the static filled imaged of an old "Mrs. Auto" program that people had used what, twenty years ago?

"YOUR SCHEDULED APPOINT-APPOINT-MEETING WITH MISS PRIM WILL BEGIN IN APPROXIMATELY 5" the tone of the mechanical voice shifted for the number before continuing, "MINUTES. PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF COMF-COMF-AT HOME." It finished hollowly, image winking out with a crackle.

Shaking his head, Raph hung his sodden coat on the old wooden rack by the door as he sat on one of the surprisingly comfortable if somewhat tacky floral print chairs. He'd guess that his contact was just on the other side of the door, just waiting to make him nervous. Heh, he could wait though. Zoning out, he flipped on his Sense Rig and watched a few minutes of slightly laggy Break Ball. The signal strength in here was terrible.

"THANK YOU FOR YOUR PAIT-PAIT-WAITING," the voice almost surprised him. What really perplexed him is why anyone would keep anything as obsolete as one of the first mechanical secretaries . . . "PLEASE PROCEED THROUGH THE DOOR ON THE RIGHT." He head an old solenoid lock click open as he got to his feet. If these people had anything advanced it must be Genetics, because their tech was certainly not it.

The lighting of the office was muted, and a strange sense of propriety hung in the air with the varnished wood slats on the walls and a few broad leafy plants strewn about in the corners.

"So Mr. . . Pale was it?" her voice rang out before he could even see her; cold and rational.

"Yeah, that's me. I uh," he faltered. He was expecting someone with some obvious cosmetic mods, but nothing like this. Sitting behind a grand polished mahogany desk in a high end suit sat one of the most complete packages he'd ever seen. She had the muzzle and fur of some kind of arctic dog, the gray and white of a husky perhaps? Even her steeped fingers had brown pads and blunt black claws on them.

He composed himself, "I've come to see about the genetics package my employer spoke to you about," he began with a down-to-business tone.

"I'm sure you are," one of the the white splotches above her icy blue eyes rose with bemused aloofness. "And what does your "employer" do again?" her biting tone was slightly lost on him as he stared at her moving canine jaw and pink tongue below her wet black nose, twitching as she spoke. She had a fashionable black collar around her canine neck, and her hand-like paws idly played with the clasp of an identical one that she spun slowly against the polished desk.

"We run things for high end clients that want to avoid being on the records," he replied with practiced ease, going into the song and dance of the con. "I'm just here to make sure that everything is all you crack it up to be. So far, I'm impressed," Raph scratched his chin as he looked around for a chair, there was none of course, so he'd have to stand. Oldest trick in the book, but it gave him enough of a view to see that a slightly curled tail hung behind her chair, patting slowly against the wooden legs as she unhurriedly continued.

"It's a good story, really it is," alarms sounded in his head as her tone became condescending. "But, you were supposed to be an unmodded courier. . ." her eyes bore into him as the back of his neck bloomed into a pins and needles sensation that his dampeners could do nothing about.

"Look, I'm clean. Your old timey secretary scanned me as I came in." He'd walked past thousands of scanners since he got modded. No way it had registered anything.

"Oh, I see Mr. Pale," she leaned back in her chair with a malignant grin. "I must have mistaken you for someone else, perhaps one Raphael Antonetti, new age Genetic cocktail that was recently employed by Corp C."

Shit. There had to have been some kind of leak. He tried to stay calm while he turned on his biological transceivers, he could get backup if . . .

"Cat got your tongue? Or are you trying to catch up on the game?" She grinned with all of her pointed canine teeth, the grin of a predator.

There was no response. The signal was transmitting, but he wasn't getting any feedback. They must have RF insulators . . . "Alright, enough." he held his hands to his sides, palms open. "You got me. Tell you what, you let me walk outta here with all my limbs intact and I'll tell the Corp that you guys are a dead-end," his mind raced. He could try to bust out of the place, but chances are if she was this well prepared he'd regret it.

"Such moral integrity," her words oozed out venomously. "Although I'd love to trust you, I think I might offer terms more agreeable to us both," she stood up as she walked out from behind her throne-like desk. He could see her odd animal paws dig into the carpet under her formal business dress as her tail bobbed slowly behind her. "I'll show you this new genetic tech that you were looking for, and afterward, you can tell them whatever you want," the throaty growl of her voice lowered with a trace of something like malice.

He raised an eyebrow quizzically as she strode towards him. "If you think I'm going to be your guinea pig. . ."

"No, I think you'd make a terrible guinea pig," she walked around behind him, resting her strong padded hands on his stiff shoulders. "But I can think of some other things you might like to be," her breath puffed into his ear as his body tensed all over. He wanted to bolt, but some primitive part of his brain told him not to move; that would only begin a terrible chase.

"And after this I can leave, no strings attached?" his Adam's apple bobbed as she bent in toward his other ear.

"No strings at all," her wet hot animal tongue slid past his ear, making him shudder. Her tense paws rubbed against his neck. The pressure was nice, warm . . . but he couldn't let his guard down.

"Alright, then . . . show me whatever this stuff is," he tried to say with a determined air, but a slight waver in his voice betrayed him.

"Oh, I did that minutes ago. Now we just have to urge it along a bit," smooth warm paws slid down the front of his white dress shirt and dexterously pulled back the loop of his black leather belt. They were surprisingly nimble for how inhuman they looked. As her hands pulled up, untucking his pleated shirt, he shuddered. He could just turn down the sensitivity. He wouldn't give her the pleasure of . . .

He paused, mind desperately trying to access his neural CPU. All of the executables weren't responding to his prodding, even if he tried all the strange tricks he knew to run them. Her hands pressed against the toned skin of his stomach under his shirt, warm and firm.

"What did you do to my . . . " he paused to groan. The feeling of her smooth suede paws and downy hair was amazingly intense, and he couldn't turn down the settings. He was terrified It was like losing track of a part of his mind, but it was so real, almost exciting in a strange and unusual way. He was really going to feel something.

"Well, you have to expect a few, complications," she nibbled at the nape of his neck as she drank in his delicious confusion. "You've had more biological alterations than I've ever seen before, so consider this a way to get back in touch with yourself," she accentuated her sultry tones with her hands rubbing roughly over his chest.

His mind was racing. Something was going on inside of him, but that couldn't be right. Even the best genetic procedures took a few days in the clinic and a plasmapheresis machine. "I don't understand how this. . ."

Her soft leather fingers tweaked his nipples, cutting off his mewling complaints sharply. "Shhhhh. You don't need to understand how this works, you just need to feel it," she panted breathily, hands bulging against the staining thin white fabric of his shirt. Her dark claws tickled against the soft skin of his areolas as she began to need her strong paws against them.

He breathed out in a pining sigh, eyes watering at the sensation. Things were happening too fast for him to follow, and he felt blind without access to his biological modifications. His chest was on fire with taut new sensations as she lapped against his ear again while she rubbed, feeling tighter and tighter against his malleable flesh .

The husky could feel his skin tighten and squeeze underneath her methodical massaging. "Hmm, yes. So eager. New ones are always so tender," she drawled out. Raph could feel her taut breasts pressing against the back of his shoulders while the pressure building in his own chest grew stronger and more sensitive. As her hands rubbed down against his belly, sliding over his flesh with skillful ease, the straining feeling of his chest only grew in molten intensity. Looking down awkwardly, he gasped. Something was swelling, pushing out against the thin white fabric of his shirt. And he could feel it, skin wickedly sensitive as it strained out.

"Ohh, it seems that you need some help with those," his mind raced, trying to keep up with the sensations; puzzling over her words.

"Those . . .?" With a ripping series of pops her unusually strong paws pulled against either side of his garment, popping off the buttons and ripping the fabric carelessly from his shoulders.

He gasped in shock as he saw and felt his new pert breasts exposed to the cool air of the office. Each one was coated in a downy pelt of thick white fuzz, and she teased his nipples roughly as he opened his mouth and then shut it again dumbly, feeling her other paw scraping over the wave of white fur descending down his new satiny stomach.

"Mmmm. That's right." she crooned as he leaned back against her. "Don't you want a body like mine, not something artificial, but strong and soft," her husky voice rang in his ears, and as her wet bold tongue slid against them, they began to stretch up into flickering points, frosted with a velveteen coat that matched her own.

His eyes opened, unseeing as he he fell into himself, considering the proposition with a rush of heated adrenalin. Something strange was happening inside of him, and he swore that he could feel his bones shifting around. But that was impossible. The doctors had told him that there was no nervous presence in the bones; that his polymer mesh interlay would only make him stronger. But he'd always wondered, was he making it so that he'd never really feel anything again?

She felt his muscles twitching oddly against her as she smiled. According to her hypothesis, his body would be converting all of his modifications as the changes progressed. "Such a good boy," she popped open the button of his fly and casually snaked her silky arm into his boxers. "Let's see what we can do about that," she growled hungrily, leaning against him with her hot and heavy presence.

"About wha, aaaaaah." he groaned as her hand groped against his maleness, already half hard as she kneaded her palm against it with firm pressure. Mind still racing, Raph thought about that disconnect that he had been feeling recently. Her words rang in his head like a klaxon, oscillating back and forth. He did want to change his body, that was why he was so into the Modification scene, but this was wrong; he didn't want to be like her. . .

Stumbling forward slowly, he bumped against the monolithic desk that dominated the room. Her hand was stroking along his length, clenching roughly around his engorging cock with its bizarre smooth and leathery textures. His pants slowly sloughed off onto the floor as her clawed foot scraped against them. He opened his mouth and his tongue lolled out, breath ringing in his ears as his new breasts heaved, fuzzy white fur brushing against the pink of his tight nipples while his thickening plush coat began to spread up from his sensitive chest. He pried off his boots as his skin felt like it was sweltering.

The firm paw clenched tighter and a whine emerged unbidden from his throat. His skin was on fire as she pinched his tip with her clever fingers, teasing out a bead of pre while she slid the slick moisture against his skin. Her palm squeezed tightly against his testicles, mashing them against his flesh, making him squirm. "What are you doing to me?" his voice moaned out as her hand continued to knead and squeeze around under his plain blue boxers.

"Ssssssh. I'm just making you better. Tighter. Hotter. Needier," the words sunk into him as her hand enveloped his flesh, looming massive as his cock began to twitch. A better question to ask would have been why was he enjoying this so much? His organ jerked, nerves flaring as he felt a deeper pressure begin to sink into his gut building up to a fiery need. She palmed his balls, clenching them into his flesh; ever so tight; too tight, but instead of bringing waves of nausea, it made him grit his teeth and hiss in unexpected ecstasy.

Raph knew what was wrong. In his head it fluttered through his addled mind. Dogs were too brash, without tact or grace. His changing neural mods were all but gone, but as he sank into that clouded heaven of pleasure an image stuck in his mind, not the panting eagerness of a loyal mutt, but the cool sultry swagger of a curvy feline. The non-sensation in his bones tingled with pins and needles as something changed, some long denied desire welled up within him, leaking out beneath his psyche's detection.

"There we go," she whispered into his ear. "Just relax; feel me against you," the soft paw pad of her index finger slid against his flesh, nestled between the straining tight quivering mounds of his testes. He couldn't explain it, he was pulsing against her, skin becoming slick and thin, quivering as she pushed. "Inside of you," she whispered, sliding in as his burning flesh welled up into clenching female lips that blazed with new sensation.

He moaned, looking down as her other hand pulled down the elastic band of his shorts, revealing her paw teasing the lips of a pulsing swelling pussy while his cock throbbed smaller and smaller. She vigorously rubbed the shrinking pole, hard claws teasing around the base while she pinched and squeezed at it. It was like all of the sensations of his maleness were condensed into that fleshy nub; that hot quivering crown to his forming slit. This was amazing, better than anything he'd ever felt. He wanted it. He felt like he'd always wanted it.

As his clit settled into its proper hooded place her thumb pressed past his labial petals, slick and tense against the taut orifice that rested between them. She teased it, applying steady pressure, but she didn't enter him, letting the man moan out ululations of desire. With a broad stroke of her paw, she swept the detritus off of her desk, sending an antique paperweight and an executive pendulum set clattering to the floor as she lifted his legs up in a smooth motion and laid him out on the glossy cool burnished mahogany surface.

He felt helpless, legs dangling off the side of the desk as her panting muzzle sniffed up the inside of his thigh, but at the same time he could not help being aroused as her moist black nose sniffed rudely at his changed crotch. Half of this he loved. Raph wanted to be in charge, and he wanted more. Resting his hands on her fuzzy head, in between the twitching triangles of her gray ears, he pulled her against him as the husky's warm maw opened, and her lapping tongue flicked against the edges of his labia.

Back arcing, he ground his clit against her panting nose as she spread his thighs with her strong paws and lapped against his clenched pussy. A strange smell was brewing in her nostrils, not just the needy tang of the fresh feminine sex, but something different altogether, a slight musky bitterness that seared into her mind, making her pause to lick her chops and groan before surging forward, parting his flesh around her as she flickered inside of his clenched female orifice.

His chest began to tingle of its own accord as his back seemed to crack out longer and more flexible. The downy white hair she had so carefully cultivated began to slick down against his skin, leaving a blaze of smooth white between his breasts before spreading out into a bright goldenrod hue as fur dissolved into sleek flawless skin. Raph's body was reflecting his long unheeded desires, fueled by the modifications he'd grown used to and whatever it was that the panting husky between his legs had done to him.

The changing man's lust invigorated her senses, making her even own reserved nature crack as she growled a throaty rumble of pleasure and lapped further and further into him, letting her sharp teeth rest against his sensitive flesh. She was so entranced that she remained oblivious to the strange smoothness creeping over his breasts. His flavor was electric, jolting through her nerves as he clenched harder and tighter against her. She could swear that his walls were becoming impossibly flexible, wrapping around her slippery tongue in unbelievable ways.

Absentmindedly, his hands began to grab and knead at the new pert flesh of his breasts. He rolled his tight nipples between his fingers as they began to pulse and feel impossibly tender. Areolas darkening, his skin blazed into new sensation as the white fur slicked down into muted yellow, smooth and yielding to his touch. Each side of his chest started to swell, filling his hands while becoming impossibly sensitive. The changing skin was growing pliant and smooth, slightly springy, but exactly the way he wanted it to feel.

The spreading supple whiteness creeped up his neck and a yellow sheen cascaded down his midriff, Raph couldn't help but to spread his hands along the newly forming sleek flesh. It wasn't perturbing, it wasn't even strange to him. This was what he wanted, not to be subservient to the whims of nature, but to build from that and be his own unique being, soft, strong, sultry, and clad in supple skin.

She threw her head back and sucked in a deep breath, panting exaustedly as her eyes slowly crept up his changing form. They widened as she saw the wave of shining yellow spreading down to his crotch. "W-what are you doing?" Her voice was rattled. This wasn't supposed to happen, she didn't know how it could. Perhaps some kind of strange interaction. . .

"What, you don't like it?" he purred at the sound of his own voice, which dripped forth from him like warm honey. "You helped me so much," he grabbed her paws, pulling the panting husky up to her padded feet as she stumbled a bit in shock. "But, we can't stop now, there's so much left to do. . ." he chuckled, deep and throaty as he drew his arms around her, pulling her stiff shoulders towards him and into a passionate kiss.

Her surprised cry was muffled by his warm mouth as he licked past her thin black lips and sharp canines. The taste, that passionate subtlety was here too, and she could feel the lust rising in her as that delicious bitter note made her lick and lap against his balmy mouth. As she stared into his eyes, they began to brighten into golden amber, looking back at her with a fierce passion that made her knees quiver as one hand drifted down to rub at herself through the fabric of her skirt.

As the whiteness spread up from his neck, his face began to push forward, slowly, like melting wax. Her eyes widened as she saw that same pure whiteness creep into the skin of his cheeks as they became flawless, pores smoothed away into a perfectly lustrous surface. She could feel his tongue growing bolder, pressing into her further than she imagined possible, teasing the back of her throat as the particular flavor of his desire intensified. Slowly, his nose flattened at the end of his shallow muzzle, turning up and becoming pink and feline, huffing against her own.

He panted as he felt his head pushing forward, like that feeling right before a sneeze, but drawn out to tortuously pleasurable heights. The skin around his bright eyes lightened into pure snowy white as yellow crept up his forehead. Raph's eyebrows condensed into thin expressive lines that raised up as he groaned in pleasure, and she growled sympathetically. It had been so long since she had been swept off her feet like this, but as disconcerting as this anomaly was, she wouldn't stop it at this point for anything in the world.

His already pointily tipped ears pulled further up his head, twitching furtively as they bloomed larger and larger, letting him hear every detail of their forms grinding together with perfect acuity. The outsides were frosted with black velvet while great white tufts grew from the insides with comforting snugness. Writhing, his tongue wrapped around her own, proving to be impossibly dexterous as it took up more and more of her mouth, filling her with his hazy flavor of distilled pleasure. His hair receded slightly, turning into a short yellow coat that matched his flawless skin, tussled cutely atop his feline head.

She gurgled, as the hot flesh in her mouth slid slightly down her throat, just teasing her before he pulled back, and she saw his unnaturally long and thick pointed pink tongue slide around his lips with slow satisfaction. "Let's get you up here," he slipped off the desk sensuously, pulling up at her hips as they traded positions. The husky's entire body felt hot, burning up under her expensive jacket as he knelt between her furry legs. This was impossible, his body seemed to be getting bigger, stretching out into something sinuous. She tried to puzzle out what exactly was happening as she wriggled out of her jacket and then peeled off her unneeded shirt, revealing her taut white chest with luscious breasts heaving as she felt him lean in under the hem of her skirt.

"Oh, you weren't wearing anything under this the whole time were you?" he purred, long tongue combing through the fuzz of her inner thigh. The fur on her face rose into a canine blush, what had made him suddenly so bold? She was so used to being the one in charge that she could hardly remember feeling so . . . taken care of in ages. But she didn't want it to stop, as perplexing as it was she undeniably desired more.

"And what have we here?" his voice teasingly queried. She could feel his sultry breath against her skin seconds before his long slick tongue ground maddeningly over her canine clit. Her paws grasped at his amazingly soft ears as he lapped across her animal labia carefully, dragging out every stroke in a tortuous manner. A whine escaped her muzzle as he teased against her, pushing in with insistent pressure, but not quite entering her.

"Please," she licked her chops. "Please, don't make me beg, just. . ." she threw her head back as the long and broad pink tongue slid inside of her, writhing impossibly against her quivering walls before drawing back and plunging in again. He slid a hand from her soft thigh to rub slow circles against her tight nub of a clitoris as the dusty yellow of his shoulders spread down his biceps, darkening to a brown so deep that it was almost pitch while if seeped over his elbows. Straining against her flesh, his fingers lengthened, skin fading to pearly white in contrast to the darkness of his palms as the texture of his skin became smooth and slightly rubbery, grinding against her button clit with an increased sinuous dexterity. All the while he pressed against her clenched insides, tasting her canine tang of lust with his perfectly thick and pulsing pink tongue.

Peering up from below her dress he smiled up at her with that Cheshire cat of a grin. "But you want more don't you. I know you do," he lewdly licked his smooth chops as she nodded vaguely, before looking down with a grin of her own.

"Bring it," her low throaty rumble resonated through her chest. She was already hot and wet, and she saw no point in backing down. Whatever happened, she was sure she was going to enjoy this.

His head ducked back under the cover of her dark skirt, and she could feel his sniffing nose against her. With tender pressure, his long delicate fingers began to rub and knead either side of her slick labia, pressing in with amazing firmness. Groaning out, she felt his smooth and slick lips tease her clit before the tip of his hot tongue brushed against it. Looking down over him as his ministrations continued, she saw the smooth yellow glint as it passed his waist. His hips and sumptuous ass began to pulse and swell, seemingly in time with her own pussy's contractions.

But there was something strange, the nibbling at her clit made her entire body clench as if her nerves had been set on fire, just as the skin above his rounding ass quavered and began to stretch. Labia clenching, the smooth fingers massaged each side separately as her eyes focused on the rounded thickening protrusion that must be a forming tail, but it kept thickening, growing longer with pulling tugs as it began to tug about needily. The pulsing yellow flesh mesmerized her as she could feel the insides of his hot wet mouth with a new and sudden intensity.

Her pussy lips felt strange, jostling against his palms and lighting up with an odd rising pressure that she felt in the pit of her stomach as he groped at them. His feline teeth scraped along her flesh, making it jerk and pull as she saw his tail stretch out longer and longer, tip forming into a shiny black bulb that arched over his back, swaying gently. She couldn't help but to reach out and grab it, grinning as he paused to moan in bliss as she stroked her broad pawed fingers along his bizarrely smooth transforming flesh. The tail base grew thicker to support the massive appendage, more like a crocodile's than a cat's, but perfectly sinuous and smooth.

He gasped as he felt her claws tickle along the sides of his swelling appendage, making his supple buttocks tense and quiver as they swelled into delicious curves. His mind was lost in an ecstasy that came from creating himself anew as she cradled the thick tip of his pliant and alien tail against the soft flesh of her breasts. He could feel the taut warm skin of her pink nipples through the silky fur of her chest in perfect acuity, and he kept teasing the length of her pulsing clit as he rubbed her swelling pussy lips.

She arched her back, squeezing the writhing armful of his tail, half dusty yellow, with a black broad rounded tip as something boiled and seethed inside of her. The svelte form of the yellow cat-like creature pulled back, letting her dress fall, grinding against her now sensitive flesh that could feel the coarse weave of her skirt in a way she never had before. Looking down with wide blue eyes, she could see something tenting the navy fabric of her skirt, and there was a darker patch of moistness spreading in the middle. She let the sinewy tail slide from her grip as the once man rose and sat languorously beside her on the desk.

"Let's see what we have here," his voice rang out with musical intonation. She loosened the waist of her dress with trembling hands as his slender white fingers pulled it off of her in one smooth motion. The husky's jaw fell open, tongue lolling out in surprise at the chiseled crimson tip of a throbbing canine maleness poking out from a loose white sheath that had two sizable testes nestled below it in downy fuzz.

"How. How did you . . .?" she panted, pawed hand drifting with mesmerized purpose toward her altered form.

"No. Not how. We don't need how. We need why," his hands curled around her shoulder as he pulled himself close. "I know you can feel it; hot and pulsing," his slender hand brushed through the fluff on her stomach, sliding down before he teased a finger around the red and throbbing tip that peeked out of her downy sheath. "Don't you want to bring us even closer together? Don't you want to feel more?" he slid a finger through the bead of pre forming on her new cock, bringing his digit back to his mouth and licking it clean with his long pink sinuous tongue, savoring her pent up lust.

Her furry white thighs rubbed together under her loose testes. That was undeniably the most overtly sexual thing she had ever seen. "Yes, I suppose I do," she panted out with a husky rumble. Logic was abandoned a long time ago, now all that was left was to enjoy it. Huffing, her tongue lolled out as she imagined feeling his pliant feminine flesh clench around her as she stretched him out from the inside; however, she wasn't quite done yet. "Aren't you missing something though?" she slipped off the desk, tail wagging eagerly as she slid both of her paw-hands down the once human's changing legs.

The flawless light yellow darkened into familiar deep browns as it passed his thighs, and she ran her paws all the way down his legs, coaxing the impossible changes onwards as Raph hissed in a sharp breath, grinning at his playmate's eagerness. His thighs pulled out longer, developing svelte but strong curves as the darkening smooth skin passed his knees. The cat creature's massive tail waved wildly, knocking against a framed stock photo on the wall as she grasped his feet tightly and began to knead their still boney flesh as it became hot and pliable against her padded fingers.

His pussy clenched and leaked out clear bliss as her insistent hands caressed his growing feet. He wanted more, and his feet began to swell, reflecting his yearning. The joint of his ankle thickened as his feet began to press out, flesh turning hot in her hands as the soles blazed into a bright white that contrasted with the dark pliant skin of her legs.

"Ohh, I think someone likes that," she crooned, as she drew the still growing appendages against her pert white furred breasts, rubbing up and down each one with her strong paws. The man's amber eyes widened, he could feel every individual hair scrape across his flesh, while the tight warmth of her nipples mashed against him.

She looked down in surprise as the toes she teased began to merge together into a solid white end to his massive yet gracefully forming feet, not quite animal, not quite human. A small cleft formed at the end, suggesting something paw-like even though it was completely unique to his own passionate desires. With a contented and yet mischievous sigh of pleasure, he moved his new paw/feet down, sliding against her belly before they rested on the clefts of her thighs, flanking the jostling flesh of her loose furry sheath.

"Let's see if I can return the favor hmmm?" he squeezed in with his foot-pads, cradling the tip of her masculinity with his surprisingly dexterous soles. Raph grinned as her tongue lolled out, long undulating tail swaying about behind him with casual satisfaction. He could feel the slick warmth rub off of her glistening tip and onto his sensitive feet as he squeezed and kneaded, and her member began to grow, extending from its loose sheath; hot, throbbing, and pulsing in time with her beating heart. His fingers caressed one of his own nipples, squeezing against it as he clenched the flat toe-like portion of his solid and impossibly sensitive feet around her lengthening canine rod.

The agility of his new appendages flabbergasted her, making it impossible to think past the tender groping pressure. He pressed her member against the silky fur of her belly, matting it with peppery male scent as she felt an amazing pressure build up just inside of her sheath. She saw the loose furry roll of skin stretch taut as a throbbing knot of carmine flesh haltingly squeezed out of it, swelling into a proper canine bulge that made her eyes water as he brushed his long supple feet around the edges of it in teasing strokes that made a whine escape her trembling lips.

She leaned in, palms resting on the outside of the feet that fondled her shameless erection while her tongue strained out towards his moist torrid nether-lips. He grinned, mewling in delight as he pressed against the back of her straining neck urging her forward as she ravenously sank her tongue inside of him, pulling out in rasping strokes to lash at his yielding clitoris. His taste had matured into something that transcended her senses and traveled straight to her core, causing a rising pit of insatiable need to rise within, crashing against her mind with each smooth stroke of the feet around her member. With a shove, her nose bumped against his rubbery yellow pussy lips while her mouth strained open and she plumbed his depths with wild abandon.

With a slow sense of finality, he ground his bizarre but decidedly graceful feet all the way from the bulbous base of her member to the chiseled tip, making her shudder and huff against him. Raph then planted his paws on the ground and slid to his feet with an ease of motion not found in nature. The panting husky fell back onto the floor, fluffy tail waggling under her tightening balls as she watched his graceful form turn slowly around in front of her, his tail, longer than he was tall, followed his movements, accentuating them as the strange black round tip seemed to defy gravity, flickering about, drawing her hungry eyes to its thick base, past his rounded ass, and straight to his hot glistening female sex.

"Well," he accentuated his words with a cute wiggle of his amazing hips. "What are you waiting for?" he leaned forwards, white fingers and black palms spread on the desk in front of him as he raised his posterior invitingly, scraping one of his massive feet against his other calf seductively. His entire body tingled with desire, and the feel of his perfectly smooth flesh rubbing against himself made him moan out a guttural sigh.

It was like her body was drawn forward by an invisible force as she pushed herself to her feet. What was she waiting for? Stepping forwards she ran her hands down his sides until her clenching paws grasped firmly around his wide hips.

"Oh god yes," his tail flickered as it snaked around her, clenching just below her armpits as the massive end brushed past her sensitive soft breasts. She lined her body up, member bobbing as her thumbs pressed in around the base of his tensile tail flesh. Each time the leaking tip of her canine maleness brushed against his smooth flesh she let out a needy yap, hips beginning to rock of their own volition as she shifted her weight and in a fortunate instant, her member caught in his tight lipped folds and she let out a yowling ululation as she sank into the warm confines of the cat's snug and tight vagina. Her claws dug into the office carpeting below her as he stretched and clenched around her length while she rocked back and pushed forward, sinking deeper and deeper with every thrust.

He clenched around her entire body with the thick loops of his coiled tail, each brush of her silky fur a benediction as she set his insides on fire with firm body rocking shoves. Insides clenching of their own accord, he moaned as his femininity squeezed and tugged at the member which slid in inch by passionate inch until the bump of her engorged knot blazed into warm hot pressure against his needy clit.

Grinding against the carpet, his feet pushed back, pawing for support as he ground against her. Her grasping padded fingers slid up his sides until they culled around his breasts and she leaned in against his strong supple back, licking between his shoulder-blades and sniffing in the passionate female scent. As groping fingers kneaded his flesh he moaned, taking one of his thin fingered hands and resting it against her broad warm paw as it pulled back against his breast tenderly.

His round tail-tip slid around behind her, rubbing against her bobbing curl as her thrusts intensified, stretching his labia out wider as her knot butted needfully against it. The smooth bulbous tip slid down her leg and rubbed with feline acuity against her fuzzy clenched testes. Between gritted teeth she gurgled out a moan of sensory overload, moving her paws to grab Raph's shoulders so hard that her dark claws dimpled his pliant flesh. Her thrusting shoves became intense body shaking affairs, straining forward against that tight orifice, getting close as it stretched wider, but then bumping back for a split second before she began to push in again.

The feeling was amazing as he was stretched wider and wider by every shove that pushed against his tender slickened flesh. "Come on. I know you want it more than that," his voice rang out sultry and teasing between his panting groans. The feeling of the knot pushing against his clit was driving him crazy as lances of pleasure shot up his spine while she thrust into him.

With a snarl, she bent her head in, top of her muzzle pressed against the smooth yellow of the arced back under her. Pulling back with her arms, she braced her self and pushed forward with her hips. The tight supple flesh of the feline vagina stretched around her, so god damned close, but she couldn't quite make it as flecks of spittle flew from her clenched jaws.

He wanted more; needed more. With a quick undulation, the massive tail that whipped about behind his lithe form curled and pulled, roughly yanking her that extra inch that slammed her lurchingly inside of his torrid depths with a fleshy impact as he immediately clamped down on her, tying them together. The husky's slow shoves turned into frenetic rocking, both pushing in and pulling out at him, knot of hot canine flesh impossibly tight inside of him as the pointed canine tip rubbed against something that made the yellow fur atop his head rise on end.

Her furtive thrusts pushed in and tugged out against his yielding flesh as they continued to rock together. Pulling her head back, her eyes flew open as the passion overflowed within her. Her tail pulled up as her balls clenched and churned, tightening with a penultimate pressure that percolated through her body as she panted out short gasping utterances of ecstasy, pulling her breasts tight against his smooth back.

His long tail jerked spasmodically, flickering around between them as the strong base rubbed against the husky's soft belly fur. Raph's insides began to clench and writhe, knotting up with impossible pleasure, clenching waves of pressure making his muscles pulse and jerk tight in quickening contractions. His black pupils dilated to pin pricks in their topaz fields, one leg bending back to rub against her own as they both paused in a moment of complete silence, senses spinning as their climax crashed down on them with the force of a hurricane.

Her balls clenched and a rising heat built up in her member as it jettisoned out hot liquid gouts of male seed within his writhing pussy. His yellow flesh visibly twitched and clenched as it clamped down so tight that she had to fight to keep rocketing her seed into that sweltering flesh that pulled and kneaded against her jerking cock.

He moaned, fingers dragging back across the desk as he felt tight hot waves of essence jolt inside of him and his own stretched taut slick femininity leaked a hot trail down his clenching thigh. Raph's clenching pussy walls were going wild, straining in a sensuous tattoo of lust as they twisted and jerked wildly milking out more searing pleasure as they screamed together, fucking until their nerves were raw and every last straining body rocking mind blowing ounce of orgasmic bliss had been fully wrought between them.

Her firm knot remained tied inside of him, no longer a burning mass, but a familiar and comforting warmth as he pushed himself up to his elbows on the smooth mahogany surface of the desk. With a grin, he saw the collar that had been left there haphazardly hanging from a corner and scooped it up in his perfect black and white hand.

This wasn't to show that he was owned by anyone, but rather, to prove that he owned himself. It felt right, smooth black contrasting with the bright yellow of his delicate neck as he buckled it on.

That wide Cheshire grin returned as he bent his neck around over his shoulder. "Well, I don't think I really need to go back to the corp after that," his smooth voice resonated through the husky's body, making her ears perk up.

"That's good," she cracked her neck, slightly stiff from being held so long in such an awkward position. "Because to be honest, I have no clue what just happened," her voice was hoarse from the animal screams that so recently strained it.

"Well, whatever the hell it was, I liked it," his velveteen ears twitched as he thought, "And you did too. I think I'm going to be your new partner in crime." He didn't need to pose it as a question, and she didn't object as their bodies panted together in silence for awhile.

"So what exactly is it that you people do anyways?"