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Killenor

Society had a lot of work to do when everyone on Earth spontaneously became animals.

This wasn't a planned event, no one had prepared for it to happen, and yet everyone seemed to find themselves as some sort of recognizable creature that clearly was no longer human. None of them were fully animals; everyone still possessing some qualities of their previously human shape. But now, everyone who once had been a human found themselves as a dog or cat, a polar bear or badger, or really anything from the animal kingdom.

No one could explain it. Scientists across the globe worked to tackle this mystery. DNA tests run again and again from people everywhere showed the same thing... everyone was human. Worse still, no one could predict what species their offspring would be.

Society had big problems. Religion and politics had big problems. Suddenly Congress was no longer a group of mostly White Anglo-Saxon Males, but rather had become menageries of peacocks, horses, pigs, ferrets and even actual wasps, albeit still several feet tall. Race no longer seemed to exist. At least not superficially. Everyone alive before the phenomenon remembered what race they had been and many racial groups used old records to claim their heritage. But without fingerprints or retinal scans that matched, even these things fell to hearsay.

As one might expect, crime ran rampant for a time. The turbulent confusion lead to an unrest filled with people anxious for answers and granted a veritable anonymity due to their altered appearance. But apart from being an apocalypse, things progressed fairly regularly across most of the world. Though they were changed, to most people it was still another workday where they needed to get paid. Jobs continued, order was restored, and, apart from the initial screaming, families stuck together as they are wont to do.

Things even began improving since no one could tell at a glance which races should be discriminated against. The next person walking into your store could be a brother or a rival just as easily as they might be a frog or a gerbil. Interracial marriage was a thing of the past now that interspecies relationships had stopped mattering.

Medicine still worked, but sometimes took a bit of creative application. As it turned out, a previously human horse could donate a kidney to a previously human salamander, though no true horse could give a kidney to any sort of previously-human. Giving an injection to someone with scales or chitin had to be done in soft spots. To make matters worse, some people had physiological and anatomical changes resembling their feral counterparts. People had quite a lot to learn about the unusual functions of their new bodies.

But this isn't really the point of this story. The context has been applied. This story is really about Janet:

The sun's reflection greeted Janet as she stepped out from the car park towards the tall office building where she worked. A dog-like whimper sounded unconsciously from her throat as she threw an arm up to block her eyes as she had done nearly every morning since she had come to work there. Embarrassment at her involuntary noise provoked a soft growl, likewise involuntary, as she pushed on toward the front door. Just another day. Just another morning. Unfortunately today Janet was not having a good morning.

"Every fucking day," Janet growled under her breath, cursing the sun's existence, "and I can't keep myself from sounding like a dog. I hate goddamned dogs..."

Janet had been a cocker spaniel now for about three months. That this was exactly as long as everyone else had become something didn't matter to her. Of all the animals in the whole wide world, she had to become the one she liked least. And while the news and scientists said that the event was seemingly random, she was sure fate had been directly fucking with her that day. No amount of emergency census data or empirical evidence could convince her otherwise.

God just hated her like that.

The security guard barely acknowledged her as she pushed through the giant glass doors and into the atrium... At least she thought he was looking indifferently... It was just so hard for her to tell exactly what a sockeye salmon happened to be looking at. Going through the motions, she flashed her security badge anyway and power-walked toward the elevators. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily at the odors of the combined menagerie of beings that had been using the elevator these last few months. No matter how hard the janitors worked, everyone had to deal with the smells.

As if that weren't bad enough, Janet was certain everyone could smell her too. Embarrassment never ended it seemed. If not scents, then it was strange anatomy, impulsive behaviors, or just plain old office politics. Every elevator ride was a test of patience, and Janet's patience was quite at the limit.

"Fuckin' men," Janet grumbled under her breath as she shoved herself into the enclosed space. She had been noticing just how much males were repugnant this last week or so. Normally she was ok with them... they had their uses after all... but ever since the weekend before last she had been imaging joining up with some sort of all-female militia and...

"Fuckin' 'shark week'," Janet grumbled yet more. Awkwardly in the god-awful sardine can that this office called an elevator, she squirmed her legs together. If it wasn't bad enough that everyone could smell her, she definitely didn't want them noticing that. Nine days... and after three whole weeks of nothing. Worse, this last week had seen her ogled at nearly every turn. "Fuckin' MEN." She concluded with a hiss of breath.

The morning progressed routinely. Data entry, memos, forms... all the same old grind. The only good thing about it was the opportunity to wind down. By lunchtime, Janet was feeling much better. A few well timed compliments and an unexpected free coffee helped things immensely.

By midafternoon Janet's mood had changed dramatically for the better. Laughter came easy and she could not imagine why she had ever felt like feminazism had seemed so appealing. Even Bob, the now quite literal jackass of the office, wasn't bothering her. Normally his hackneyed antics and lame jokes had everyone rolling their eyes, but today it seemed he was on fire.

"...and so I said, 'just because I'm a donkey now, that don't make me your pack mule." Bob finished, throwing Janet as wry a smile as his new face could manage.

Janet laughed, less at the joke which had been well above par for Bob, but more to be polite and show interest. Inwardly she chuckled; just this morning... and for the last week and a half... she'd wanted nothing to do with Bob or any male, but now...

Janet felt herself blush as she recognized just what she had been thinking. The thought had crossed her mind as to just to what extent Bob now resembled a donkey. Some people, she knew first hand, had more physical changes than others. While no one really looked human anymore, some still had distinctive human features. Proportions had been the biggest issue, and right now Janet wondered just how well Bob "measured up."

"Heads up," Bob said suddenly, standing from the edge of her desk.

Their supervisor, Ulrich, scuttled in only moments after Bob's warning. Just enough time for them to look like they had actually been working. Ulrich was a prime example of distinctive human featured. He, like a surprisingly large portion of humanity, had become an insect. A shining, beautiful green beetle of some sort, but still an insect. But his face was almost completely recognizable as human, with is elongated nose and mouth being the biggest change. He even still had eyelids, which so many insect and fish people now lacked completely.

"When you are done telling stories," Ulrich said in some sort of European accent, slapping down a folder full of papers, "Copy, collate, staple, etc. 300 copies each. Hop to it." He sniffed with a superior sort of motion, "Janet, report to me when you are done."

Ulrich straightened his tie and strode smoothly out, his expensive shoes clicking on the linoleum as he walked.

"Good thing he's not a fly," Bob said when he was sure Ulrich was out of earshot, "I can still tell him to eat shit without him taking me seriously."

"At least that dick-nose of his is smaller than the old one." Janet added.

Janet and Bob chuckled and joked all the way to the copy room. Primarily it was at the expense of their supervisor, but a few of the jokes had turned quite ribald indeed. By the time they had made their way to the copy room, their talk was most certainly liable to be an HR violation if anyone else overheard.

"...and that's why I was all like, 'screw panties. No one is going to see anyway!' So then I went out and bought all new skirts that covered my tail. See? It's layered in the back so nothing shows!"

Janet showed off her behind, letting her tail wag a bit under her layers of skirt. Unabashedly, she pulled the topmost layer of fabric aside and let her short tail out. The inner skirt was much tighter and conformed to her butt in a most satisfactory way. Bob couldn't help but stare. Janet couldn't help but notice Bob staring... and yet that was exactly what she had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Bob chuckled with a sudden hint of nervousness, "My transformation had me grabbing all new underwear too. I'll bet just about everyone had to in the end. I might as well just have a rope attached to my butt for all the good my tail is."

"This thing?" Janet said, wiggling her backside to emphasize her tail, "Can't do a thing with it. I tell you, I don't know how real dogs can stand it. I can barely keep it under control."

The conversation broke off as both took to preparing the copiers. Janet found herself fidgety and distracted as she keyed in instructions, her tail misbehaving yet again. Soon the room was filled with the rhythmic churning of copiers. Nothing else to do but watch the counters wind down.

Something was distracting Janet. Try though she might, she kept glancing back at Bob. He was leaning against the side table, arching his back to stare at the ceiling. This wasn't as bad, but the effect caused his pelvis to thrust forward. Even that wasn't as bad as... the pet snake Bob appeared to have living in his jeans. He had it tucked down a pant leg and, at the moment, nothing could be more enticing.

Turning away didn't help. The image, and imagined clothing x-ray, stayed in her mind's eye. There was nothing else to do, nothing else but to wait...

"I've... umm... could you do me a huge favor?" Janet piped up suddenly.

"Whatcha need?" Bob asked, not really paying too much attention.

"I have an itch... lower back... base of my tail." Janet said haltingly, trying to keep herself from panting, "I can't quite get it myself..."

Bob made a noncommittal noise, almost a grunt, as he pushed himself up and took the two strides to get right behind her. His nails hit the spot almost immediately, scratching her itch, but inflaming everything else. Janet's back arched as a wash of desire flooded through her. It was the first time anyone but herself had scratched there... and it was too good. Her tail thrashed under her skirt as her face became vacant and dreamy.

"Whoa girl," Bob said, amused as he came around, "Got the spot, huh."

"Watch that 'girl' shit," Janet snapped halfheartedly. She hated that sort of 'doggie talk' but right now she couldn't be too mad. What she'd really like next is for Bob to treat her less like a dog and more like a woman. Without realizing quite what she was doing, Janet backed into Bob, rubbing her butt against his crotch as he continued to work that wonderfully pleasurable itchy spot.

Obligingly, Bob pushed back without comment. He had become keenly aware that, perhaps, this was a bit more than a simple back itch and animalistic reaction. He was also keenly aware that his pants had become quite uncomfortable. Whatever this was, it was unexpected but certainly not unpleasant. Janet's flailing tail had pulled itself up and aside, taking the outer layer of skirt up with it. The inner layer was much shorter than the outer, barely halfway down her thighs.

But her thighs weren't the object of his focus, and as she bent forward over a work table it was no longer the tight fabric across her fulsome behind. Like a peach it was, sitting down below her graceful butt. The swell of her vulva was almost shocking, but even as he considered whether to worry, Janet pushed the soft mound into him, grinding her thinly clothed lips into his bulging pants.

"I have another itch," Janet panted tantalizingly, driving home her point.

"Lemme get it for ya," Bob said as he slipped a hand under her skirt, cupping her ripe peach.

The change had altered the look of Janet's vulva, but as far as Bob was concerned, a pussy was a pussy. His thick fingers slipped into Janet's slick, puffy lips and set to work. Janet found herself almost immediately bucking against his hand as his fingers found their way inside, the sensation building faster than she had expected.

"Whoa, slow down," Bob chuckled, "you're getting ahead of m..."

Somewhere between a moan and a growl Janet interrupted, "Shut up and get that cock in me," a needy whine followed before she added, " NOW!"

Surprised and titillated by her command, Bob slipped his fingers out of her, bringing with it a stringy drool of slick feminine juices. The scent of her filled his nostrils as he hastily undid his belt and jammed his fly open. It was a moment's struggle to free himself as his boner didn't want to comply with his pants.

"Do it, do it," Janet demanded hungrily, "fuckin' do it! Fuck my little pussy!"

Bob was almost worried as he finally lined up his flared cockhead against her swollen cookie. He gave an experimental push, imagining his dick sliding effortlessly into her sopping hole. Unfortunately, he was quite large and was going in dry. The first thrust only managed to sink in a small way, but it was still enough to elicit a heavy groan from Janet.

Janet whined as Bob pulled back for another thrust. He was far larger than any man she'd ever been with, and with her vulva as swollen as it was, she worried he might not be able to get in at all. that part of her mind was tamped down furiously as she felt him once again pushing into her, stretching her poor little cunt wider than she had ever remembered it. He sank in further this time; an encouraging thing indeed, making her huff out another breath as she struggled to take it.

The third push saw Bob nearly halfway in. Janet's copious juices coated him now, making the going much easier. Her inner walls were gripping him, clenching down and resisting even as he tried to go further.

"Stop!" Janet whined out as he pushed in for the fourth time, "Stop... take it out and... lemme... lemme lick it for you!"

"Oh my gawd, girl, that's nasty," Bob chuckled as he slipped his member from her tight hole.

Janet whirled around and threw herself onto her knees. Both hands took that huge dong as she considered just what she had been doing. Quick furious puppy licks followed, coating as much as she could manage while trying not to mind her own flavor upon it. She caught herself, slowed her licks and took a more leisurely pace. Letting go with one hand, she stroked herself to get the juices flowing again while she tried to swallow as much cock as she could.

"Gawddamn," Bob moaned happily.

Janet gasped as the dick came free of her muzzle.

"Ok, now do me!" she demanded, pushing herself to her feet and resuming the position.

Bob positioned himself once more and slid, full hilt, into her.

Janet yipped, uncertain of pain or pleasure, as she felt him fully within her. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. Her toes curled involuntarily as he pulled back for another go. It was a tense minute as he found and built his pace and the fucking could begin in earnest.

A donkey he may now be, but Bob's nostrils flared like a racehorse as he pounded on. Her inner doggie walls squirmed around him as he slammed his hips again and again into her. He was glad, then, that her tail wasn't flailing about but rather pulled to one side as if to give him access. It was great, he had to admit. He had often had fantasies just like this.

But all too soon Bob felt his strokes feel too good, too fast. He tried all the tricks; baseball, accounting, his grandmother... but nothing seemed to be working. Desperate to hold out, he slowed his pace, readjusted his muscles... breathed...

"Harder," Janet demanded desperately, "Faster... almost..."

"I'm gonna cum..." Bob warned.

"Just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Go for it!"

With what was going to be a roar, but came out as a screechy 'hee-haw', Bob threw himself into her. Going for broke, he set everything he had into as many thrusts as he could manage. His stomach muscles burned, his nostrils flared... his dick felt awesome...

"YYYEEEEESSS!!!" Janet cried out as she climaxed. Waves of pleasure shot through her even as she gushed from the other end.

"FFFFFF," was all Bob could manage as Janet's pussy clamped down around him, nearly forcing him out even as he started blowing his load. He had to grit his teeth and really push, hilting himself on her ass as shot after shot of his seed gushed into her. Unfortunately, there just wasn't enough room inside Janet for all of his spunk. It slithered out around her lips to drip and drizzle onto the scratchy green carpet.

For another minute all they could do was stand and catch their breath. Finally, Bob slipped out of Janet, causing another spill of cream to spill out of her gaping hole. He watched with fascination as her flesh contracted until her vulva was not-quite completely closed again. A creamy mess painted her, the evidence of their combined efforts.

"Thanks," Janet said at length, "... needed that... I..."

Janet dipped her hand down and cupped her vulva. Her fingers dragged through the mess before they came up to her nose.

"Did you fuckin' just cum in me?!" she demanded harshly.

"Hey... I said I was..." Bob started.

"You didn't cover?!" Janet continued incredulously, "you fuckin just blew your load in me like..."

Bob was hastily stuffing his sticky dick back into his pants and backing away.

"Get outta here," Janet growled, covering herself and taking scraps of waste paper to clean herself, "_right_gawddamn now..."

Bob had enough time to grab the stack of paper from the copier and beat a hasty retreat.

Fuming, Janet did her best to clean up. She grabbed her own stack and stomped out, making a beeline for the ladies' room. A few minutes of personal hygiene later she found herself sitting on the toilet, reading an article.

What had just happened? she thought furiously as she plugged in her symptoms to WebMD. One minute I hate all men, next minute a man is balls deep in me?!

The search results came up.

"Oh my gawd," Janet said as she read, realization pouring through her like icewater, "I'm in heat?!"

She sat, stunned, absorbing this. Even as she sat she could feel her libido reawakening. This wasn't over... she was going to be like this for days...

"Holy fuck... I'm gonna get pregnant..." she said at last, "Oh shit... the father's name might be Bob..."

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