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Falling South

By Danath

Characters © Vishki

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Alex kept one shaggy brown paw on the wheel of his car while the other vigorously scratched the back of his hand. Strands of brown fur shed onto the carpet and his pants. The malamute shook his head, annoyed at the constant itchiness this season brought each year.

The car bumped along down the empty oceanside highway, twisting and turning as it followed the coast south. South, where the beaches were warm, the skies were blue, and there was no hint of cold, damp snow. The northeast was great during summer, but in winter, when Alex felt his fur falling out, he knew it was time to move on.

Already glossy black skin shone through in patches up his arms. He'd wake up in the morning and have to shake his bedspread out to deal with all the hair he was losing. The malamute grumbled under his breath, one eye on the road and the other on his itchy arms. The radio played pop hits from the '80s as the gray clouds rolled in overhead. He was late this year, but the place where he normally worked as a lifeguard during the winter hadn't opened on time because of a fire. It left him an extra month to work on projects at his job deep in the Washington forests as a park ranger.

Still, there was a time to go, and he knew when it was. The t-shirt he wore didn't help him warm up in the cool morning air, so he turned up the car's heat, though it was only 60 outside. The malamute leaned back, trying to focus on the road. He didn't particularly care to drive, and would rather fly, but he'd need his car once he was in Santa Monica. The trip would go faster once he reached a major highway, but he wasn't going to make it much farther than the southern Oregon border before he'd need to pull over for the night.

It turned out he had to pull off sooner than later. A late-in-the-season thunderstorm caught up with him. The winds buffeted the car back and forth and the slippery road caused him to slow to a crawl through the gale. When he saw the lights of a roadside eatery and bar, he gladly pulled in and hurried to see if they had any rooms for the night. After paying and dropping some things off on the bed, the malamute took a shower, rinsing out much of the loose fur accumulating under his clothing. He felt refreshed afterwards and less itchy, though he looked a bit strange with a patch of smooth, glossy black skin from his elbow nearly to his shoulder. There were smaller patches of black and white skin on his belly and chest as well. Alex dressed quickly and went to the restaurant. Eating was important during the change, he knew. He had to keep his energy up.

Nobody knew what caused the changes. Sometimes, people didn't get them at all. Some people changed infrequently, or at random; others, like Alex, were more regular. For the malamute, his change happened every year in the fall, as the leaves changed color. Already his tail was thickening. It felt heavier, and the tip was beginning to part into a bifurcated fork. His change wasn't too traumatic and he was used to it by now, but he'd be happy once the fur was gone and he stopped itching so much.

A waitress dropped off a drink and menu. Alex read it with half an eye. Most of his attention was directed towards a gorgeous mare sitting a table away, halfway through a spaghetti dinner. She had chestnut skin dappled with white and black, with a ring of black and white spots across her smooth neck. She wore a dark green sweater and tight blue jeans. Alex grinned to himself and focused on the menu. If only he'd meet someone like that at the park in the summer. It was a little late in the season for him to go picking up girls now.

The malamute ordered and ate, half-watching the pretty horse at the other table. They exchanged glances a few times, but Alex was still surprised when she walked over to his table after finishing her meal.

"Hi," she said, slipping into a chair across from him. "I'm Daryl."

"Alex," the malamute said, putting his fork down.

"Couldn't help notice you're... uh, going through a change." She glanced at his arms, which were patchy with brown fur and white and black skin.

Alex nodded. "Yup, every year."

"End result?"

"Oh, you have a change, too?"

Daryl nodded. "How'd you know?"

The malamute shrugged. "Only people with changes use words like 'end result' to talk about them. Anyways, I'll be an orca in..." Alex checked the non-existent watch on his wrist theatrically. "Oh, about three weeks."

The mare laughed, nodded, and rested her chin on her fingers. "I suppose you want to know mine."

"It's none of my business, but I suppose fair is fair, since I told you mine."

"Well, I'll be a full male in about, oh..." She reached across the table and pretended to check Alex's watch. "About three weeks. Maybe four, at this rate. Seems like it takes longer every year."

"Really."

"Yup. Really."

Alex grinned, food forgotten, his interest in the attractive mare piqued, for more than a few reasons.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"South," she replied, in the tone of voice that implied no real specific destination was in mind.

"Why south?" he asked.

"Why not?"

They smiled at each other. Alex knew how she felt. Many people with the changes had a compulsion to travel and migrate. Some didn't. Neither spoke. Alex hazarded a few more bites of food.

"Where are you going?" Daryl asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Santa Monica."

"That's in the south."

"Yup."

"Got room for a passenger?"

Alex studied the mare. She seemed harmless enough, but was there any reason to be wary? Eventually he shrugged.

"You got gas money, I got a seat."

He grinned at her and she smiled back. It would be nice to have company on the way, if nothing else.

* * *

They left the next morning and stopped only for lunch and a few bathroom breaks. Alex found Daryl good conversation. They exchanged stories about their changes and swapped tips on travel. Daryl worked at a restaurant in Seattle and was supposed to have a ride to Las Vegas, but her former co-worker was a no-show. Santa Monica, she said, was just as good. Better beaches.

They pulled in late in the evening to a small restaurant and hotel in northern California, high in the mountains, away from the coast. They'd get back to a major highway the next day, which would shoot them down south, bypassing the congestion of the larger cities along the way. They dropped their bags off in their rooms, then met in the restaurant after they both showered up.

"Ugh, I hate car trips," Daryl said, dropping into her chair across from Alex. "So boring. I mean, it's fun talking, but the scenery isn't really catching my attention, you know?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, if I didn't need my car to get around, I'd leave it and fly. I guess the passengers wouldn't like it if I shed all over them, though."

Daryl laughed. "Doesn't bother me. I'm just glad for the ride. And the company."

Alex glanced away from the menu when she said the last bit. She sounded almost... wistful. Longing? Was that it? She noticed him staring and he quickly returned his attention to the specials.

Dinner was pleasant, though the conversation was a bit slim. They'd exhausted many topics on the drive that day. Afterwards, they walked together down the hallway towards their rooms. Alex stopped outside his room, key card in paw.

"When should we get on the road in the morning?" he asked.

"Anytime. I don't have anywhere to be in particular."

"Around 9? Hit the continental breakfast and then the road?"

Daryl nodded.

Alex pressed his keycard into the slot, but turned around when he felt Daryl's hand on his shoulder.

"What's u-"

The malamute leaned back as the mare's muzzle met his. His eyes opened wide in shock. Yes, he was attracted to her, but he knew nothing could really happen because of the change. He'd still be a male in three weeks, but he wouldn't -

Daryl pulled back, a hesitant smile on her lips. "Sorry, but I just... wanted to. I mean, I know it can't go anywhere... between us. Long term." She grinned a little more widely. "But I mean... hey. For tonight... is that... okay?"

Alex grinned and reached his arms out. She felt warm and soft against his chest as he leaned down to kiss her.

"Good thing we met now," he mumbled. "I wouldn't want to do this in a few weeks."

She pressed into his hips, small fingers curling around his sides. "Why's that?" she murmured.

"Once my change is done, my end result is orca, right?" he said, pulling back a little. He grinned, sheepishly. "Problem is... orca-me is gay. Gay as a pride parade in San Francisco."

"No kidding?" Daryl said, leaning against him. "What a coincidence..."

Alex shivered as she pressed her nose under his chin. "Why's it a coincidence?"

"Male-me is as gay as two pride parades in San Francisco. And all the boys from Key West came out to play, too."

"But you like guys now, right?"

"Obviously."

Alex shivered as her palm pressed against his lower belly. "So you still like guys either way?"

The mare nodded. "Guess it's not quite the same as yours, huh?"

The malamute's fingers extracted his key card. His paw fumbled for the nob, found it, and the door opened, letting them tumble inside. Alex kept them moving until they landed on the bed: the malamute on his back, the mare straddling his hips. Her chestnut paint skin matched his dark brown fur, though her fingers teased over his smooth orca skin patches. They kissed again, and his arms wrapped around her hips, pulling her in close.

Alex wasn't sure exactly how they got naked. He was too lost in exploring her figure to notice. She moaned at him, fingers curling into his shoulders as he pressed against her, on top, her legs spread around his hips, ankles locked, pulling him close, tight... They kept kissing, moaning and panting with each other. Daryl closed her eyes, gasping as his hips pressed forward. His erection surged inside her, stretching her inner walls. He was a big boy, she quickly discovered.

Alex leaned over the mare, head down. He pulled her hips close and kissed her arched belly, then up, across her ribcage, between her full breasts, pausing to slowly caress each dark brown nipple with his tongue. Her fingers tousled his shaggy hair as he licked his way up her neck, all the while slowly driving his hips in and out, making it last, building up their tension. Daryl squeezed around him, gasping with each thrust. He straightened out, pressed against her, chest to hers. They kissed again and he groaned into her muzzle, hips pumping forward more firmly.

Daryl's hands stroked over the malamute's sides, until she grasped his rump. She pulled him forward firmly, heavy and hard, encouraging him as his tongue played between her lips. Daryl groaned with pleasure, and the large malamute pushed harder yet. She could feel his knot and shuddered at the size of the ball of flesh.

Alex steadied his arms on the mattress, pushing himself up. His head dropped between his shoulders. Daryl's arms went to the sides, clutching at the blankets. The canine's hips dove down, plunging in, pulling back, stroking inside her sensitive pussy over and over and over... and over...

Daryl thrust her hips upwards, crying out as she orgasmed. Her body clenched around Alex, tighter than ever. The malamute shoved forward, unable to help himself: he tied her. Daryl's hips twisted back and forth as the hot knot, swollen with arousal, stretched her open. Her muzzle dropped wide, but she couldn't make any noise as she came again, unable to stop. Alex, on the verge of his own release, grasped for her right breast, squeezing it, pushing on her, as his cock throbbed madly inside her smooth, feminine body.

The malamute moaned long and low as he came. Daryl grasped his neck, pulling him down, kissing him as she felt his arousal. He was warm and firm, and fit, as well. Daryl cried out again, twitching, gasping as the full, thick shaft shifted around inside her.

They lay together for several minutes, Alex on top, Daryl beneath, arms pulling tight. Neither spoke as they caught their breath.

Eventually, Alex remembered what she'd said earlier.

"You're... female during spring and summer," he said.

"And a male in fall and winter. Well, my change is during fall. Usually I'm done by Thanksgiving at the latest. Most times earlier, before Halloween."

"And I'm a straight malamute in the first half of the year..."

"And a gayballs orca the rest," Daryl said, giggling.

"Gayballs?"

"Totes gayballs."

Alex growled playfully and shifted his hips forward. Daryl closed her eyes, shuddering, and shifted her hips back, making the malamute groan.

"Seems too convenient," Alex said.

"Sometimes people just get lucky."

Alex rolled over, pulling Daryl on top. She straddled his hips, knees against his sides, palms flat to his chest. Her fingers rubbed across his patchy fur and skin. Her hips undulated, massaging the canine's thickness, still hard, still tied deep inside.

"Anything else you should tell me?" she asked.

"Mmffff... only... that I get... a little bigger."

The mare grinned, hips still rolling back and forth. Alex groaned and his eyes closed.

"How big?"

"Hundred pounds or so. About a... a... nnngggg... a foot in height."

Daryl stroked her palms down the malamute's chest. He was in great shape already, but he was more toned than muscular. Add a hundred pounds and a foot of height, though... She pushed her hips down and clenched, squeezing herself around the deliciously large knot inside her. Alex let out a low moan and reached for her hips, holding her down as he thrust upwards, lifting his backside off the floor entirely.

"What... what about you?" he asked, once his hips lowered. His tongue hung out and he panted heavily as she squirmed around on top of him.

"I don't think I'll tell you that," she said. "I think it'll be a surprise."

"So you're going to stick around in Santa Monica?"

The mare leaned back, letting her mane fall between her shoulders. Alex stared at her smooth and flat belly, her large breasts, her beautiful paint hide, brown splotched with white and tan. Her long muzzle came forward again, mane draping over the side of her long, slender neck. They kissed, and her tongue found its way inside his muzzle. Her fingers clenched at his chest and he reached for her hips, shivering as she squeezed around him.

"Oh, I think as a couple of changers, we ought to support each other through this trying time. So yeah, I'll stick around." She leaned back again and slid a palm down her chest, over her belly, and lower still. "But you'll have to take care of this, eventually."

Alex stared at her long brown fingers, which were wrapped around a short four-inch horse cock. It twitched as she stroked the length slowly. The malamute regarded it, wondering if it was going to get any larger, if she'd keep her female equipment, and whether he was attracted to cock yet. It wasn't an on-off switch. Something biological happened over time, bending his preferences and desires, generally matching the progress of his physical changes. He was probably twenty percent orca right now. Did that mean twenty percent gay?

"Well?"

Alex shrugged. "I don't think that will be a problem." He licked his lips and smiled up at her.

"Good. Now, let's put that knot to use before you lose it..."

They ended up not leaving at nine. In fact, it was approaching one by the time they emerged from Alex's room.

"Hey, this will save on hotel costs," Alex said as they walked towards his car.

Daryl punched his shoulder. "So what, just 'cuz we're fucking means I gotta pay for the hotel room too?"

She waited a few moments before letting out a laugh. Alex shook his head. "Had me going," he said.

"C'mon. Let's drive."

To be continued...