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The slender, lab-coated feline was almost done with his project. It had taken the entire weekend, and involved some shock-charred claws, but he had figured out what was causing the power drain, rerouted the back-end circuit fuser, and double capped the grounding vitreator. The roots of the lion's mane ached from having been pulled back in a ponytail for so long. An accidental strong force suppression discharge had evaporated the water in his fish tank. The guppies had inverted like popcorn. That was going to be an embarrassing discussion with his roommate.

That could wait, though. Now, Now was the time to see if it worked. He had scrutinized every detail, examined it from every angle, and run a quatro-neumic simulator on his iPhone. There was absolutely, positively, definitely very little chance that he was going to rip a hole in the time space continuum, and if he did, it would be a teeny tiny hole, really nothing to worry about.

So he pressed the button.

The basketball sized metal sphere ticked softly, as subvoltaic energy shields were shivered from accompanying neutrons, collected in a ball of clicking, thrumming energy. The metal ball began to shimmer, marbleizing with streams of glimmering ultraviolet creases that tickled and rippled through the layer of reality that could only be seen. It was working, finally, it was working, and now he-

Plat.

A wad of damp cloth bounced off the side of the lion's muzzle, unfurling in midair into a pair of stylish, fifty dollar briefs. Black, of course, with " A L P H A C A T " emblazoned in cherry red along the waistband. It landed, perfectly, on the little discharge nubble on the top of the sphere, and the moist underwear immediately, of course, shorted out the machine, with a hiss and a rumble and a ffzzzowiepop.

Out in the halls, people started shouting. Power had gone out the whole building over. Well of course it did, you can't feedback loop a neutrino stream into itself without a pretty significant reverbrational transference. DUH.

The lion opened his eyes. The machine was gone! And he was looking up at the ceiling of his room. His giant of a brother was standing over him, looking to be at least forty feet tall, and-

Oh. He was on his back. Jack blinked, as the rest of the world rushed in through ears and eyes and nostrils, bringing him back to reality with the stink of burned lead.

"Ha! Hope that wasn't important!" the other lion, grinning down at him with a smarky, malevolent grin.

"Asshole. I had just finished that. I had JUST finished it. You RUINED it."

The standing lion was damp, and naked. His shoulders were broad, and his pelt clung to his thick, meaty biceps. The cropped fur seemed to all be pointing down, angling, pulling the exasperated, thinner lion's eyes to the weighted, heavy sheath that dangled proudly from his groin. It curved down, past, over the snug, nestled pouch that fueled it, to tickle at the breeze coming in from the open door behind him.

"Yeah? And? That look like it's my problem, Alf?" Jake said, his grin widening. His hand reached down, scratching between his nuts and his thigh, jiggling his cock a bit, and Alf realized he had been staring. Again.

Alfred - and it *Was* Alfred, *not* Alf - slid up onto his elbows, embarrassedly, but a huge, wet foot pressed against his chest. Jake shifted his weight, pinning the younger lion back down, and crouched.

"That's what I Thought. Try not to strain yourself, little brother." He leaned forward, and Alf blushed, feeling the thickness of his older brother's cock stroke gently through the fur on his belly. It had been unfair, honestly, the way the genetics came had played out. Alfy had gotten both his brother and himself tested - to make sure he was actually related to the ingrate - and apparently they were, in fact, both their parent's sons, but had gotten almost completely opposite genes. "I need you to stay bright and perky for my bio lab tonight."

Alf sputtered, pushing against his brother's thick, muscular chest. Jake leaned down, more, pushing back against his smaller brother's hand.

"I really hope you're not about to say no, bro." He reached up, stroking under Alf's chin delicately, almost intimately. "I'd hate to think you're going to miss your class tonight because you've been hoisted up the flagpole by your undies. Again."

"You're a fuckin' prick." Alf hissed, trying to push the bigger lion's leg to the side, the angle was all wrong, and he couldn't get the leverage he needed. The tickling fingers under his chin moved to his nose, and Jake booped him, before taking a single whisker, and yanking it cleanly from the side of his muzzle.

Alf should have expected that, honestly - his freshmen year, he had finished his final exams with only a few whiskers left on one side of his muzzle, but it was sharp, surprising, and the younger lion yelped as it was plucked free.

Jake put it in his mouth, chewing on it like a farmer would a strand of chaff, and then pushed back up. "I'll expect it tonight. And make sure you send it in from *my* email, this time, okay? I don't want to be embarrassed, having to explain why I been sending in my homework from my little bro's computer! Makes me look stupid!"

He stretched, glancing around the room as Alf got back to his feet, before reaching down to stroke his thick sheath. "Hmm. The fuck is that thing, anyways?" He said, gesturing to the still smoking remains of Alf's science project.

"Nothin." Alf said. What he meant was, "Something so fantastic that you couldn't possibly understand it", but he was pretty sure that Jake didn't pick up the inflection.

"Yeah. Well. It stinks." Jake said, leaning over it to get his underwear. As he did, though, his sheath, pudged ever so slightly, brushed against the underside of the metal sphere.

-*<([SPROINK])>*-

"Da FUQ!?" Jake said, jumping back at the strange backwards sound that jumped through the machine. The underwear lay smoking in one paw, and he could smell something else... something like burnt fur.

Alf stood up, laughing.

"What the hell are you laughing at, punk? I'll snap your tail, bitch!" Jake angrily retorted, his tail flicking back and forth. "What the hell was that sound!?"

"It was the.. Your underwear must have... and then you made a loop with..." every couple of words, the younger lion was laughing, panting for breath, gesturing to the older lion. Well, gesturing to one area of him, specifically.

"Made a loop?" Jake growled, throwing the charred designer briefs to the ground, and taking a step forward towards his younger brother.

Only, as soon as he stepped forward, he knew there was something different, something wrong. The sensation of his thighs shifting, he could feel it, not against his hanging nuts and cock, but inside his body, as flesh shifted against flesh, where the flesh had not had nerves to sense that shifting before. He looked down, absent mindedly, and let out a gasping snark.

His equipment! IT WAS GONE!!

ALL OF IT!!

There was no long, thick, meaty cock, no tucked up furry pouch, not even a sheath! It was all gone! He growled, and clapped at himself there - thinking maybe, maybe?! somehow it was just pushed inside, like, some weird sciencey gimmick had pulled his cock into his body. Something like that had happened to that rhino Pete, during practice - he had gotten kneed in the crotch so hard his nuts had popped up inside his body.

What he felt, though, was not cock or hidden nuts or anything like that, but a sopping, sloppy, juicy, PUSSY. Just the act of cupping it made the lion moan, his brand new cunny tingling in a pleasurable radiance up through his body, moist and warm.

Alf stepped towards him, instead, approaching the bully of a lion and cupping his paw up under the other one. "You must have activated the transpositional rift splicer! I didn't think that was even a possibility! I mean, it was like a, a one in a quarter billion chance of it being activated, but that it could have had such a clean and smooth transfusion-"

"FUCKIN' REVERSE IT!" Jake said, his fur fluffing up, cropped as it was, his tail slapping back and forth against the open door, swinging it back and forth with each lash.

"Hmm? Oh, oh no. That's not possible. Your big meaty cock's been disentegrated, dispersed into ... probably... FM radio waves... yeah, probably. The whole world's absorbing your cock n balls through their car radio antennas right now. You've gone global, stud!" Alf laughed, and then pulled Jake's hand away from his freshly generated vagina.

"You, see, you actually evaporated a part of the universe when you closed the loop-" the lion continued, even as his fingers touched, stroking carefully against that oozing, inflamed looking catpussy.

Jake moaned, gritting his teeth and slapping Alf's hand away. "I don't care what the fuck happened- fix your machine - Fix it NOW - and get it back!"

"Oh, I mean, even if I could, there's no way to replicate what happened. You destroyed a part of REALITY, Jake - and part of another reality filled it in. Kind of like how, when you don't remember someone's name, just part of it, you'll just fill in the rest from a different memory. That's what THIS is."

Alf reached back in, and slipped a finger up his brother's cunny hole. "Wow, and it is SO ready to go!" He grinned, as Jake trembled, his tail seizing up, arms tensing powerfully. "Someone was ready to get a Lot of dick tonight. Guess that someone is gonna be you, now."

The lion whistled out the door, to a horse that was clopping by. "Hey, James!"

The bespectacled, rotund horse peeked his head in the door. "Uh, yeah?"

"Check out my bro's new pussy!" Keeping his finger lodged inside, wiggling it subtly back and forth, he turned the moaning Jake around to face the door.

"Whoa... Holy Shit!" The horse licked his lips, glancing back between the sopping vagoo and the drooling, masculine lion. "That's so weird - did he trigger an ancient egyptian curse or something?"

"Nah, even BETTER! He hit JACKPOT! Triggered a multidimensional patch!" Alf purred, as he wrapped his other arm around Jake's waist. "And he's ready for DICK. Go get the rest of our, uh... Science club!"

"Science club?" The horse turned his head to the side, before he saw Alf excitedly making the jerkin' off motion with his free hand. "Oh! Right! The... SCIENCE.... club!"

"Fuckin' pussies," the taller, muscular lion growled, seeming to come out of his fog of pleasure. "I'll fuckin' beat all of you into the ground..." And then moaned, closing his eyes again, standing lewdly on display for anyone who happened to walk by to see. Cell phones were pulled from pockets, pictures were taken.

Coach Bulginski, three buildings over, crossed Jake off the active roster.. and then made sure to save the picture to his disk drive.

Jake and Alf's parents got a Very interesting phone call, from one of Jake's exes' parents. And then another, from one of Alf's childhood buds. And then another, from the family's priest.

Reddit announced an entire day dedicated to determining if the pictures were real or fake - most people were leaning towards shopped. "He just WISHES he had a gunch! Creepy, if you ask me! Some people should not be allowed to breed!" were some of the most common responses.

ALPHACAT BRIEFS instigated a lawsuit.

All in the time it took for James to come back with the rest of the crew. They had been roused from games of Bayou of Battlecraft, dragged form games of Sorcery: the Collecting, yanked from writing slash porn about Vuffy the Bampire Murderer, and summoned from doodling 1860s style pornography, and they filed into the room with skeptical eyes and bulging shorts. More so the latter than the former, after Alf had showed them how fast Jake was *ahem* getting used to the transition.

"Are you gonna... help me?" the stud (?) mewled, sitting on Alf's bed now, thighs spread with the rest of the nerdy lion's friends surrounding him. "Help me get my... my cock.. back..."

"Help ya?" said a big, burly bull, reaching up to flick a finger tip along the broken end of his horn. Jake had 'playfully' put the bull in a full nelson and slammed his horns into a watercooler, leaving him there blubber-bellowing while the busted pipes rained water all over him, and his books. "Yeah. Sure."

"Can I help him, first?" said a chubby tiger. His left ear had a series of piercings, and another one poised jauntily at the cleft of his lower lip. His right ear, though, was wrapped in a bandage, flat against his head. Jake had given him a noogie, not caring when his giant class ring had caught not one, not two, but three of the tiger's ear studs, ripping them clean out. The tiger had apparently forgiven him for it, now, though, based on how interested he was in helping Jake out. The lion didn't quite put two and two together, as the tiger started undid his pants, dropping them around his ankle. Thick striped thighs pushed together, his junk propped atop it like a tasty looking tiger cherry on a fatty sundae. "I have a theory for what might help remedy his situation."

Jake grumbled, eyes opening as a heavy set wolf, easily the biggest around of the group, climbed up onto the bed and laid crosswise around the lion's muscular chest. His automatic response was to push the fat wolf off, who smelled, still, like the liquid skunk musk that Jake had sprayed into the wolf's thick, long ponytail, while assigned as labmates in biology. Before he could, though, he felt a tongue against his vagina.

HOLY FOURTH OF JULY

Pangs of pleasure snaked through his body, the sluttiest little yelp of surprise and pleasure mingling on his lips as that wide, rough feline tongue caressing along, against, into his new vagina. His hips bucked, and he pushed at the wolf, though not as strongly as he would have meant to... in other situations.

A slender wolf crouched down by the lion's muzzle, a cell phone in one hand, tongue caught between his lips. Jake could hear the sound of pictures being taken, and the sound of text messages. Lots of text messages. "You think I can snapchat this?"

"I don't see why not," said Alf, breezily. "I mean, you don't mind, Jake, do you?"

"Unnngh... wha?" he said, not really there, obviously, as the tiger pushed the lion's legs further apart, climbing up between them. His cock was hard, bright pink, flushed darker red at the tip, and he drove the slender member through the lion's cleft without pause. "UNGNGH!"

"I'll take that as a no. Thanks for banging my girlfriend, by the way, Jake. If you hadn't done that, I'd be enjoying a weekend with her, instead of getting this wonderful opportunity to... help... you. I'm thinking the school's website needs a new logo, don't you?"

Jake couldn't understand what the wolf was saying, and his response was cut off anyways as his mouth was pulled onto a long, slender, black wolf cock.

"Good boy, yeah, just mouth it."

The fox was on his own cell phone, sitting next to Alf's desk with a sketch book on his lap as he waited his turn. "Yeah. Jake. Jake, the guy you said gave you a wedgie in the shower room last week. YEah, he's got a pussy now. This is like something out of something I would draw! You gotta get down here. Sure, bring em all. Hey, and get FB to pick up a keg. He's old enough, right? Well, I'm pretty sure I saw a couple cans in his room on move in day. He has to know someone. I'll try to save a hole for ya."

Alf grinned, looking down at his older... sister? as the tiger hunched against the lust-drunk feline's body. "You just hold on tight, Jake... or should we say Jaquilyn. We're gonna have to do some tests, but we'll get you all taken care of. Promise."

"But... ung... it feels so good... no... I don't want to be fucked... please, you have to... don't let this happen to me."

Alf grunted, hunching slightly. "Oh." He was breathless for a bit, and then slapped at the rangy wolf. 'please record that' he mouthed, then leaned closed to the ravished lion. He rubbed a finger under his chin. "Didn't quite catch that. What did you say, big brother?"

"Please.." Jake's cheeks flushed red, his eyes rolling, recentering, rolling again. "Please... little bro... help me." his voice cracking as the tiger hunched hard, convulsing against the lion's body. "Please?"

Alf nodded, as if something made sense. He frowned, leaning in a little closer, until their noses almost touched.

"No. Fuck you." he said, and then snorted, letting the wolf take the lion's muzzle back to his cock to suckle. "You deserve every ounce of cum you're gonna swallow tonight. I hope you get pregnant."

The lion moaned, as more fellows came into the room, some carrying video equipment, some carrying beers, and all of them carrying fully loaded college-peckers hungry for a sloppy hole to let loose into.

Towards the end of the night, before everyone had left, but after everyone had had a fill of the newly debauched Pussy (someone had written that in sharpie over his forehead, even), Alf decided it was his turn. Everyone else stepped back, allowing the slender, almost femme looking lion to climb up onto the bed with his brother. The big lion had been handcuffed to the bedposts, courtesy of two pleasant police officers who had been called in on the response of a "riot", and after finding that asshole lion being gang raped, could only do their civic duty to assist in his debaucheriness.

The lion twitched, trying to pull away from Alf. His broad chest was matted with fur, and spit,a and beer, his glorious fur now tangled and scuffed. His mouth was raw looking, crusty, his eyes furtive and desperate.

"Please, Alf, you have to.. I think... this has gone on enough. Please? Please. I won't tell anyone."

"You don't have to. We told everyone for you. Everyone knows your dirty little secret, now."

Jake whimpered, as Alf positioned himself.

"I've never thought of doing something like this before, but... I'm kind of excited. Fucking my own brother, right in the pussy." Alf smirked, bringing his cock down, angling his hips to kiss it against the other lion's sore, inflamed, hot, soppy cunt.

"Oooh, nice and soft and puffy." He pushed in, feeling the flesh separate under his hard cock, feeling it swallow and engulf him. It was not tight, not by any means, and the spent loads of his friends had formed a sticky, almost glue-like consistency, but the sensation was incredible.

He pushed in, sheathing himself, and then thrust his hips. Feeling his cock sliding through his brother's groin, and the worn out jock couldn't' do a damned thing to stop him. Couldn't do a thing to help him, either, worn out as he was from the hours of being fucked. He pinned the lion down by his shoulders, staring down at him, watching every expression, every twinge of pleasure and pain that tugged at his brother's features. When the lion started to pass out, Alf spit on him, right between the eyes, to bring his eyes back open, focussing for a moment before fading back to a glossy distant stare.

When Alf was nearly finished, he pulled free. His balls were tight, hard against his groin, and his cock twitched impatiently. Alf shuffled, carefully, up the slimy torso underneath him, sitting on his chest. He reached under Jake's muzzle, grasping for some of the mane that hadn't already been shorn or ripped free, and pulled those soft lips to his erection.

"Give me a kiss."

And the broken lion did. Tears pooling down his cheek, he puckered his lips, smooching the end of the smaller lion's cock.

As he pulled back, letting his head flump onto the couch, Alf squeezed the root of his cock, just once.

PLAT.

A thick ribbon of jizz splashed between the lion's eyes, skimming along the bridge of his nose.

PLAT!

This one nicked along his whiskers, tickling them, the lion sneering and twisting his head to the side.

Alf pulled his head back, though, and jammed his cock right against his brother's nose.

PLAT! well more like PLISH!

A thick pulse of semen pushed up, douching into the lion's nostril, filling his sinuses with the unmistakably pungent reek of male lion jism. The lion sneezed, wrenching his head back, but even as he blew half a wad out onto the floor, it also blew the load out his other nose. Now both of his nares were coated in that bleachy buttery lion semen flavor. Every breath was tainted with it, now.

A few more pulses onto his chin, his lips, and Alf slapped his brother across the cheek with his sloppy cock. He crouched there, waiting, with his spent cock softening and pressing against the lion's lips.

Jake opened his eyes, waiting for the cock to disappear. It didn't, though. He peered back up, to Alf staring down at him, and then at the cock that was still dripping semen. Not all of it was Alf's.

He had to clean it up. And, broken, docilated, that's what he did. Carefully, gently, submissively, he cleaned and licked each little spot of Alf's cock with his wide, sticky tongue, cleaning it again and again until the bigger lion's cock was retreating safely back into his sheath.

And that was only the beginning.

Epilogue:

The thin rangy wolf fucked the lion three times, once in the mouth, and twice in the ass. Afterwards, he met a new girl, who had seen a video of the wolf howling as he spattered his first load down the lion's muzzle. They hit it off amazingly, and are expecting their first litter in March.

The wolf who fell asleep on the lion's chest wound up accidentally getting plowed a few times as well, having that big, round, bouncy butt. He was escorted to safety by an older bear who went simply as "FB", and found the third of his life's great loves: powerplaying as a GM, cheetos.. and getting his ass diddled.

The chubby tiger's ear healed up, and he went on to get a degree in advanced psychology, with a minor in "Metalternative sexualities", or, as his thesis reported, "How Theoretical Physics can Fuck You Up." He now runs the world's first Porn College, in Portland.

The fox wound up tag teaming the lion twice with his boyfriend, one time on either end, and at the end of the night, double penetrating the lion's soppy, soggy, loose hole. He claimed the rights to a new superhero character, "Lusty Leo", based loosely on his experiences with Jake, and now lives comfortably on his private island somewhere off the coast of Los Lobos."

Alf wound up reanalyzing the psycho-tropic environmental stabilizer in his invention, and with a small amount of manipulation, created Free Energy that used the latent energy of the universe as an energy source. He became a towering figure of business and society, using his newfound wealth to emasculate and indoctrinate each of Jake's jock friends into his own castrated harem of neutered jock cuntbois.

And Jake? Well, nobody cares what happened to him, but we can put it this way. When Alf's neutered cuntboi harem sexslaves need to vent some frustration, they use him.

And They (well they who mattered anyways) lived Happily Ever After! The End.