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While there was no time to get a proper tree, everyone in the lodge was all in the same living room, circled around a comfortable fireplace. Rudd, Hunter, Doe, Julie, Kiera, Allison, and Sven were all here, but so were more of the Ruttweiler crew. Nick the production designer fennec was here, as was Flissa the hawk and script supervisor. Feline composer Jordana was present as well, sitting shyly in the corner beside Jonah the African wild dog editor. It was a quiet night outside, and everyone in the cabin was drinking beer and wine as they cuddled by the fire, chatting and laughing.

“Oh! And get this,” Allison continued. “An otter emailed me saying he's been secretly an ex-human too!”

Hunter exclaimed, “No way! And it wasn't a hoax?”

“Not at all. He apparently lived in Vancouver and was talking about loons. He's a Canadian through and through.”

“Wow,” Julie said while snuggled up in Kiera's arms. “Makes you wonder who else is popping into this world. Maybe I can finally converse in Taiwanese again, someday.”

Sven wrapped his arms around his lovely vulpine mate. “Allison tell me my mothertongue in human world too. Makes one wonder if our people evolve from humans as much as ferals. Worlds tied for reason, quite possibly.”

“That's so wild,” said Jonah as he put his glass of red wine down on a coaster. “I remember hearing you and Allison's story in the news all those years ago. Two of my packmothers were obsessed with the whole debacle. Crazy to think I'd later be part of the movie that changed their outlook.”

“Yeah, and now I'm reading message boards online,” Nick added. “Lot of folks who saw the film now wanna find and change a human of their own. It's a whole new fetish now. If anyone ever found out about that rift, we'd have a real incident on our hands.”

“Hmph, I think more humans could stand to be changed,” Doe said as sultrily as possible. “So far we have a 100% satisfaction rate. That's not nothing.” The room went silent as, in the background, Julie's new Outkast vinyl played on the record player. Doe bobbed her antlered head to the beat. “I'll give humans this: they have good taste in music. Hey, Hunter, are all your gifts for us souvenirs from the human world?”

“Oh! Yes!” Hunter got up from the couch and walked to the closet, from which she pulled out a big bag of gifts. “Why don't we get started now! I, uh, kinda went overboard with them. I'm not used to having money.”

“Hey, no sweat,” Rudd said comfortingly. “It's your earnings. Spend 'em how you want.”

“Alright, well, Julie and Allison already got their gifts...” Allison licked her lips in the background, already filled with fond memories of her gift. “So let's start with Rudd! Now, I knew you're a film buff, even before I saw all those posters in your apartment. So I feel pretty confident with this one.” Hunter pulled from her bag three blu-ray cases to hand to the rottweiler. He read them out.

“Whoa, these are human movies. Sunset Blvd., The Godfather, The Matrix...”

“All classics in our world. They each represent a different era of Hollywood. I think you'll learn a lot about our culture just from watching these.”

“Ooooo, I used to watch Sunset with my mom,” Julie added. “It's one of the few good memories I have of my human childhood. You're gonna love it, Rudd.”

“Heh, I believe it,” Rudd said while eagerly reading the backs of each case. “These look great. Thanks, Prey.” He gave the leopard his usually charming smile. Hunter's heart skipped a beat. She felt both uncomfortable and exhilarated. Perhaps I'll have a serious talk with him tomorrow after the festival screening, she thought to herself.

“Anyway, this is for Kiera.” Hunter brought out a small mahogany box for the skunk. Kiera opened it carefully, unsure what it could be.

“Interesting... Some cigarettes and gummy candy??”

Julie's eyes widened. “Not cigarettes. These are joints.” The siamese cat grabbed one in her furry digits and brought it to the skunk's nose. The scent made her striped fur tingle.

“Whoa. I remember you telling me about this, Hunter. That really does smell like skunk spray!”

“Lemme see!” Allison rushed in to get a closer look. “Holy shit, I haven't smoked weed in forever. Kiera, will you share with me? Please please pleeeaaase?”

“Why not! Let's smoke this during our sleepover. That'll be fun!”

Hunter smiled, happy all of her gifts were well received so far. “I told you your scent was a delicacy in my world.”

“Heh. I'll say. And what flavor are these gummies?” Without any warning, Kiera grabbed an entire handful of the candies and brought them to her mouth—

“NO!!!” All the ex-humans in the room yelled to warn the skunk, but it was too late. Kiera had already ingested the gobful of edibles, staring awkwardly at her friends.

“What? Was I not supposed to eat them yet?”

Hunter and Julie chuckled nervously. Allison patted her paw on the rodent's back. “You'll see in half an hour, Kiera... You'll see...” Kiera blinked in quiet confusion while Sven laughed boisterously in the background, even though he didn't get what was going on.

Hunter shrugged her shoulders. “Well, moving on! Doe?” Doe sat up as Hunter reached in her bag. “It was really hard to think up a gift for you. You're the biggest star among us and I figured you already had everything.”

Doe blushed at the kind words. “Oh, sweetheart, any gift from you is a gift I'd treasure.”

“Heh, I hope so....” With that, Hunter pulled out a green leather choker with a golden buckle in the center. The room aaahh'd at its gleam, Doe in included.

“Aw, hun, it's gorgeous! Can I put it on?”

“Go ahead! Put it on while I get the second part.”

“There's more??” Out of the bag, Hunter pulled out a three-ring binder and set it on the deer's lap. Doe eagerly opened it. On top of the the paper contents was a DVD cover for... “'Black Emanuelle'. Is this... human porn?”

“Sort of. I figured you'd be interested in how humans handle eroticism over the years. The movie's from 1975. That's like... almost 50 years ago for us. The rest are... more recent.”

Doe set the DVD cover aside and found attached to the binder a Japanese hentai comic. The deer flipped through the pages and found beautifully drawn pages of nude human bodies, sex, and tentacles galore. “Ohhh my, how fascinating,” she cooed. “I suppose I was wrong about your culture. This is very filthy.”

“If you think that's good, skip to the divider.”

The doe did so and found the second half of the binder's contents occupied by erotic fiction, typed up and printed from a particular website. “Ahh, what have we here...” Doe squinted her eyes to read the small font, then read aloud, “'Angela howled in delight. The wolf knew she'd be bearing the hyena's cubs any time soon now that his girthy knot was—' No way! No fucking way, this can't be what I think it is!”

“Oh! Oh!” Kiera hopped up and raised her paw. “Julie told me all about this! Humans have a whole subculture dedicated to us! They go to conventions where they put on big costumes of their fursonas and fuck each other in 'em! They're totally jealous of us and they have no idea!”

Julie playfully smacked her fiancee. “Hey! The fucking each other in costumes thing is a myth.... I think...”

Doe's muzzle went slack at what she was reading. “Holy fucking shit. They expect us to believe a wolf and a hyena could cross-breed?? And that the hyena has a knot?! Hyenas don't have— Oh gods, I'm losing my mind!”

Hunter smirked, proud of the effectiveness of her gift. “Pretty great, huh?”

“It's incredible! I wanna laugh more at it, but it's not even that bad outside of the inaccuracies. Thank you, darling!” Doe hugged the leopard warmly, her elegant and refined persona giving way to giddy girlishness. Hunter hugged her back, happy to bestow Christmas tradition to her new home.

With the big ones out of the way, Hunter continued with the rest of her Christmas gifts. She got Pete a 35mm film camera but he was unfortunately not here to claim it. Rudd happily tested the device out for when he'd pass it on to the boar after this trip. The rottweiler snapped many photos of the night, including when Nick was given a copy of Zootopia (“What the hell am I looking at it??” was his first reaction to the cover), Jonah received a copy of Walter Murch's In the Blink of An Eye (“Interesting... Let's see what human film schools have to say about editing”), and Flissa got a beautifully cringey How To Draw Furries book (“This is what I get for doodling on my clipboard”).

After revealing the absent Francesca's gift (a book on the history of human fashion from the 1920s to the 2010s), Jordana the composer's gift was last to be given. Hunter brought out a series of vinyls. One was of Chopin's classical pieces, another was John Williams' Star Wars score, and the final one was a collection Joe Hisaishi's Studio Ghibli music.

“W-Wow,” the American shorthair gasped. “This is... a lot.”

“There's so much great music in the human world,” Hunter told her. “This is only scratching the surface. I hope you feel inspired while listening to it.”

“Y-Yeah. Thanks...” Jordana gently held the vinyl cases, jittery from having this many eyes on her. “W-Will you excuse me??” She got up from her chair and padded straight for the hallway while avoiding all eye contact. Awkward silence filled the room as they heard the bathroom door slam shut.

“Is she okay?” Hunter asked. “Did I say something offensive?”

Rudd sighed, “No, that's just Jordana. She's not a particularly social creature. Very talented musician, but soft-spoken. And we rarely ever see her at wrap parties or any other out-of-work activity. She's a very private cat. We honestly don't even know if she has a mate or not.”

“It's a shame because the few times I've talked to her, she's been very sweet,” Julie added. “I wish she'd be more open with us. She's a fellow domestic feline, I want her to feel comfortable with me.”

“I'm surprised she even agreed to come,” Flissa added. “I figured an intimate vacation like this wouldn't be her style. I wonder what brought her here...?”

“Let's not try to armchair diagnose our lovely composer,” said Doe. “Just give her time and space. She's a strong cat and a strong girl. She'll open up when she's ready.”

Hunter stared at the hallway the feline barged through. She felt a little bad, wondering whether it really was something she said. The ex-human was still new to a lot of the subtleties of anthro culture and customs. Maybe when Jordana's more comfortable, Hunter thought, I can talk to her, feline to feline.

---

“Ehehehehehhh. Her tail's all weeeeiiiird.”

“She's a rat, Kiera.”

“Ooohhh oh! I can say that, as a fellow rodenth. Thhhhh, heehee. Hey, look what I can do with my tongue. Thhhhhhhhhh...”

Kiera was stoned out of her entire mind while watching the romcom. The ladies had completely overtaken the living room for their girl sleepover night, lying on couches and sleeping bags and eating junk food like they were 17 again. Allison was smoking a joint, nowhere near as stoned as the skunk but still fairly toked up and giggly. Doe sat elegantly as she genuinely paid attention to the movie, having tried a couple puffs of the marijuana but knowing her limits enough to stop at that. Julie remained sober to keep an eye on her loopy fiancee, while Jordana painted Flissa's talons a resplendent aqua-green.

Hunter could hardly pay attention to the movie, which was about a lower-class rat girl and an upper class cat woman falling in love while dealing with their families, their cultural differences, and the heavy instincts that subconsciously told them they didn't belong together. Like a human romcom, it was about true love overcoming the divides between class, culture, and even species. Hunter would've probably enjoyed it if she wasn't so distracted. For one, she was still worried she hurt Jordana's feelings, and the cat hadn't looked at her once all night. Secondly, she was still very much in mating season heat, and since she'd already slept with her costar crew recently, the leopard was very much craving more canine knot, be it Rudd's, Jonah's, or even Sven's.

The men were hanging out at an upstairs lounge, drinking wine and talking about their lives, and Hunter didn't wanna intrude just yet. Maybe I need a smoke, the snow leopard thought. “Allison, could you pass me a joint and a lighter?”

As the arctic fox reached for the box, Kiera remained giggly and silly, “Why don't we have this stuff, maaan...”

Julie sighed, humoring her stoned love. “I genuinely don't know. My guess is that sex is our world's high of choice so we never really pioneered drugs that aren't alcohol.”

“Thath duuuumb. Drugs'rre like... sex's best friend. They go like peanut butter and jizzy— jelly— ahahahahahaaaa 'jizzy'. Where did I get jizzy?”

Hunter took a puff of her joint, hoping the THC would loosen her up. Back in the human world, she hadn't had pot since college, always being too busy working and dealing with life shit to let her senses relax or dull. Now, she could already feel her nerves unclench. Colors looked more vivid and bright, especially the clawpolish on Flissa's talons. She thought to break the ice with Jordana once and for all.

“H—”

“You're a remarkable claw artist,” Doe said, unaware she was interrupting Hunter. “Think you could do my hooves next, sweetheart?”

Jordana's fur bristled. “I-I don't think we brought any hoofpolish.”

“Oh, nonsense. It works the same on any surface.”

“W-Well it comes in th-these little tiny bottles. We don't have enough to polish even one of your hooves.”

“Aw, but you're very creative, Jordana. You can just paint a nice pattern on them to save on resources.” Doe stretched her leg out to put her hoof between the cat and hawk women. “What do you say, darling? Care to polish up these beauties?”

Jordana's eyes nearly bulged at the hoof in her face. A low purr rattled from her throat, the cat unknowingly licking her lips hungrily, like she wanted to utterly devour the doe's keratin stubs and groom them with her sandpaper tongue!... The cat shook her head, returning to her senses, and looking uncomfortable once more.

“I-I have to go! I'm sorry!” Jordana rushed out of the room, dropping her clawpolish brush on the carpet and staining it.

“Hey, I didn't get to paint your claws!” Flissa called out.

“Aww, sweetie, don't go,” Doe called out before the cat went to the backyard and shut the glass door behind her. Awkward silence filled the room.

“Wuz it something I said?” Kiera mumbled.

Doe almost stood up to go after the feline before Hunter held her back. “I'll talk to her. Feline to feline. You stay and enjoy the movie.”

The cervine sighed. “Alright. Tell her I'm sorry I prodded her. I really thought she was having a fun sleepover.”

Hunter smiled back before stepping forward to follow Jordana out to the cold, dark snowfield. Kiera giggled to herself. "Bye Huntyyyyy~"

---

Jordana shivered as sharp frost-ridden wind blew along her fur coat. Hunter closed the patio door behind her and rushed over to meet her.

“You alright, Jordana? Doe's really sorry if she crossed any boundaries.”

The feline sniffled and rubbed her eyes. “I don't know why I came... I'm so stupid.”

“Nonsense! I was really looking forward to getting to know you better. If it's something I said during my gift-giving, I'm sorry.”

“That fox girl told me you went on an instinct high before I got here.”

“Huh?” The leopard was surprised by the sudden change in topic. “Oh, uh, yeah, she kinda... helped me relieve some mental tension. I'm still not used to all this anthro stuff, after all.”

“Hmph. I'll say... You think your instincts are bad, try being me.”

“What? What are you saying?”

Jordana sighed. She never wanted to tell anyone this, but this seemed like an opportune moment to finally unburden herself. “My mother has a rare genetic disorder. Only three other people in the entire world have it... I worry whether or not it's passed down to me.”

“Ohh, Jordana, I'm so sorry... What is this disorder, if you don't mind me asking?”

“Ugh, well... You humans have Corbinose disease, yes?”

“I don't follow?”

“You know, losing memory? Impaired mental functions? Degenerating brain cells?”

“Oooh, fuck. Yeah, in our world it's called Alzheimer's. Or dementia. Depends on the context.”

“Yeah, well, my mom had a variant that's more specific to our world. It's called Wernite's... See, my mom was very sexual, like most women here. She and dad mated a lot. That's how she gave birth to me and my litter, after all... One day, when I was ten, after she and dad were... intimate... she had trouble speaking. Her words were replaced with meows without her even intending it. It was cute at first. People usually dip into feral traits after a rowdy time with mates... Then she forgot how to use the toilet... And then how to walk on two legs... Over the next year, her mind degenerated to a feral state.”

Hunter's heart sank at the image conjured by Jordana, of losing your mind and conscious to your baser self. “Oh my god. I-I don't know what to say... Is she still...?”

“Yup, she's still alive. She lives in an enclosure with some other afflicted patients. Gets to run and sleep and rut like a feral... The doctors said that the gene was latent in her family for years, but that mating is what activates it. When you mate while carrying the gene, you roll the dice on whether that rut will end with pleasure, or the start of degradation...”

“That's... That's fucking awful, Jordana. I'm really sorry.”

“It's fine, it's fine, I've... I've made peace with what happened to my mother. For what it's worth she enjoys her new life. I mean, she doesn't have brain damage, more like a brain shift. She's healthy, just... feral now. My dad and siblings visit her at the enclosure from time to time, and she seems happy for what she now is, but... That's not what's bothers me.”

“It's that the disorder might have passed down to you?”

Jordana groaned, “Hunter... I'm a virgin. You know how fucking hard it is to keep your virginity in this world??”

Hunter was taken aback by the shift in topic. The conversation was still serious, but now a pent up sexual frustration had been thrown into the mix. “Oh, well, I— I mean, Kiera and Julie told me there are asexuals in this world.”

“Ugh, I wish I was asexual! You know what it's like to be in heat while forcing yourself to be celibate?! There was one year I had to chain myself to the bed! And then fucking mating season! A whole season of this crap! It's the worst!”

“S-So why did you come on this trip with us?”

“Well, I normally lock myself in my apartment, but the entire crew's got all this added media attention after the film became a hit! I even saw a paparazzo outside my window! I figured a cabin in the woods would be safe from all those prying eyes and horny beasts. Tch, yeah right...”

“I-I'm sorry, I'm still confused. If you're badly affected by your heat, why do you work for a porn studio?”

The feline sighed. “My therapist suggested it as a kind of exposure therapy. A way to surround myself with sex and inure myself to it. It... actually worked in desensitizing me. I improved a lot over the years and learned to tamp down any mating instincts just by being around it on a clinical business level.”

“Wow, that... actually makes sense, in its own weird way... So, what happened back there in the lodge? Are you just having a bad night?”

“Sorry, it's just, when you got me that gift, it reminded me of my mother's love of music. She taught me to play the piano. When she started forgetting how to play it just broke her heart. I-I'm really sorry, Hunter, it was such a great gift! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I totally get it. You have no need to apologize... But, uh, what about just now, when you walked out?”

“Oh. Heheh, well... It's kind of embarrassing to admit.”

“Lay it on me. I won't judge.”

Jordana twiddled her digits and finally turned to face the leopard. “It's Doe. I'm... infatuated with her.”

“Oh... Oh...”

“It's really bad. She's the most beautiful, incredible woman, and I want her to do the dirtiest things to me. I sometimes imagine her pulling my tail while tearing my tight hole open with her giant ladycock.” The cat sighed. “Learning to focus on work while in front of a bombshell like her is what really taught me to tamp down my instincts. I've worked with her so often, I figured I could handle being in the same room like usual. But I've never been in such an... intimate setting with her! As soon as she stuck that hoof in front of my muzzle I wanted to just suck it down and call her mommy.”

“Aww, Jordana. If you just told her, she'd want to make sure you were comfortable. Doe's a professional, she's very respectful of boundaries.”

“It's not that... I want to fuck, Hunter. At least once! See what all the fuss is about! And if I am gonna have one fuck, I want it to be the best fuck of my life... possibly even with the sexiest, most beautiful cervine in the world. It's just... I worry that if I go through with it, I'll get a bad roll of the dice...”

“...And end up like your mom.”

Jordana nodded back. Hunter reeled at what she was just told. It seemed that the anthro world was far from the perfect paradise the ex-human originally thought, and that people here had new sets of problems that humans never have to worry about. The entire thing opened her eyes. Jordana must have the mental fortitude of a zen Buddhist monk if she learned to live with these conflicting feelings of fear and desire for the natural lust that was such a pervasive part of this world's culture her entire life. Even with the flood of different instincts she was assaulted with from each new species she became, Hunter's transformations seemed like nothing compared to the cat's plight.

“Okay, well... What's the percentage rate on having sex activating this disorder versus remaining normal?”

“0.05%. Mom was, uh... sexually active, according to dad. She'd mated many times over her forty years of life before she got that one bad roll.”

“So, why not indulge? I know you're worried you'll end up like your mother, but you can't spend the rest of your time alive in fear of a 0.05% chance of disaster. Your mom lived a very happy life and had an amazing, talented daughter like you! You think she'd want you to close yourself off like this?”

“You know my therapist has said this exact thing.”

“Well, I'm not your therapist! I'm your coworker and, I hope, your friend. And believe me, I know what you're going through! I have worries in the back of my mind during each transformation. There's still so much we don't know about the process and I'm afraid that one might just break my mind completely! Also, I dunno how it is here, but in my world? Sex always comes at the risk of transmitted diseases. Hell, gay humans are still mistreated by our culture and government, but they don't let that stop them from loving each other. Everything is a risk, Jordana, especially sex. Wouldn't something like, I dunno, a perfect and magical night with your crush and global superstar Doe Adira, be worth that kind of risk?”

Jordana thought long and hard on it. She had debated this internally for so long, only discussing her inner turmoil with mental health professionals and keeping a distance from all neighbors and coworkers. It was hard to keep friends in a sexual world when you yourself were both terrified and hungry for sexual experience. The cat thought music was the only friend she needed, but the leopard's tenderness and understanding gave her a taste of friendship she had continually denied herself, not to mention Hunter's human point-of-view imbued in Jordana a sense of perspective she had never considered.

“Gods, you humans are so brave. You always persist amid such harsh conditions. This'll sound weird since apparently every human that comes here just seems to looove our world, but ever since I learned about your world... I'd... often wonder what I'd be like if I was born a human.”

“Do you... wish you were a human instead of an anthro?”

“I don't know. I mean, I like being a feline. I even enjoy being in heat, even if all I can do to quench it is masturbate. I'm just... torn. I have all these fantasies of Doe Adira and all these other hotties doing unspeakable things to me, but at the same time, I have to hear Doe constantly shit on humans whenever she learns how sexually restrained they are when I find that's what I admire about them most. That they're not just perpetually horny and that makes stuff like our world's culture feel more... I dunno, special.”

Hunter was honestly a little moved. It almost made her proud to have once been human. “Wow. I never really thought of it that way, but... I see now why our culture would appeal to you.”

Jordana took a deep breath from having finally gotten all that out of her chest. It felt like a great weight had lifted from her being, talking to a normal person about these issues in an honest way as opposed to diagnosing and managing it with paid doctors. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that, Hunter.” The cat suddenly lunged to hug Hunter. The leopard returned the hug, rubbing her back to comfort her new friend.

After a beat, Jordana felt... invigorated. She let go of Hunter and hopped up and down with a renewed enthusiasm. “You know what? Fuck it! Contrary to the feline myth, I have just one life! Why should I spend it in constant fear and discomfort?”

“Yeah!” Hunter got hyped up by Jordana's infectious self-motivation. “Enjoy what life has to offer!”

“Exactly! Who cares if I turn completely feral? I could die in a car accident or have a heart attack!”

“Y-Yeah...?” Hunter's hype faltered at the dark thought, but she didn't wanna rain on her fellow feline's parade.

“You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna march up to Doe Adira, lift my tail up for her, and tell her I'd be honored if she would take my virginity!”

“FUCK YEAH!” Hunter balled her paw up for a fist bump. Jordana stared at the fist, confused by the strange human gesture. “Like this...” The snow leopard used her other paw to grasp Jordana's gray-furred digits into a ball and bump them against her fist. The feline lit up at the new gesture and smiled wide, feeling kinship with the ex-human. They shared a proper fist bump before making their way back to the cabin.

---

The movie ended with the rat and cat kissing in the airport, publicly displaying their immense love for one another. Kiera, still immeasurably stoned, tapped Julie's shoulder as the credits rolled. “Omigodddd Julesyyy, it's just like ussss. We look soooo cuuuuuteee.”

Julie purred and nuzzled her beautiful rodent. “Aww, you silly skunky. I love you.”

Kiera giggled dopily while Allison exhaled a puff of smoke from her nostrils. “I can't believe that in an entirely different dimension with entirely different species, anthros still felt that romcoms had to end at an airport,” the arctic fox pontificated while under the influence.

Flissa chuckled as she too now had a smoking joint in her beak. “I think it's sweet. It's like, love has a universal language across all realities, man.”

“Heheh, did you just say, 'man', man?”

“I did say man, man.... man. Pfffffftttthahahahhh.”

Doe playfully rolled her eyes at the slew of high women that now surrounded her. “Oh, what am I going to do with you girls.”

Just as the deer was about to get up to turn off the movie, Jordana barged back inside from the patio door with Hunter not far behind. Doe remained in her seat as she watched the feline make intense eye contact with her, something she typically avoided the many years she knew her. The rest of the girls stared at her too, wondering what she was planning on doing.

Eventually, Jordana clawed her pajama pants off her legs to reveal her dripping pussy. The stoned women all gasped at the sudden gesture while the feline turned around, knelt down to all fours, and lifted her tail to present to the cervine beauty on the couch. Doe raised her eyebrows at the welcome sight.

“Take my virginity, Mistress,” the cat begged. “Please... Break me in... Make me your dirty whore...”

Doe licked her lips. She didn't even have time to register that Jordana was a virgin, as the prospect of mounting a dripping kitty and being the first to claim her prodded at her deepseated rutting instincts — all the more pronounced during mating season. Without a word, Doe stepped up from the couch and slipped her panties off to reveal her twitching cervine cock.

“Well, well,” she finally cooed. “Look who finally came out to play. You know, I've fucked every crewmember at Ruttweiler at least once... Everyone except you... What made you change your mind?”

“What does it matter? I want you, I-I crave you. Please rut me. Fill me with your seed.”

Doe clicked her tongue as she rested her cock right above the feline's asscrack. The sensation of it rubbing against her rear fur made Jordana shudder. “Now why would I do that for someone who's always put up a wall between us? You must either want something very badly or you've changed your mind on something very important.”

Jordana's ears turned crimson at the way Doe prodded her. It was so like the superstar deer! She never suffered fools and always took charge of any situation. That's what the cat so admired about her. “Mrrr, I... I have Wernite's disease, Mistress. I spent my whole life running away from my instincts.” She turned her head around to see if that would get a reaction out of the regal cervine. Instead, her face was unchanged, cold as stone. It shook Jordana to her feline core, her stalwart composure wettening the cat's pussy lips. “But not anymore! I've wanted to mate with you since our first day of work together. I don't care if it puts me in danger of losing myself. If I didn't go through with this at least once, I... I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”

Doe's muzzle curled into a smug, satisfied smirk. “You know... I've always wanted a proper pet.” Jordana's eyes widened at the filthy remark. “Maybe I should rut you. Rut you 'til all that artistry and creativity bleeds out your ears and leaves you a mewling kitten.”

Jordana's heart raced. This was not what she had in mind. Doe was more than accepting this situation, but actively encouraging its worst-case scenario. The feline should have been disgusted... so why was it turning her on so much? What was it about the danger and shame Doe had proposed that made her so wet??

“Why else would you ask me to breed you. This is what you want deep down, isn't it? To free yourself of pesky thoughts and earthly worries, to exist simply as a being of need?”

The cat quivered in place, frozen in her position as she remained presenting for the deer woman. Kiera, Julie, Flissa, and Allison all watched with bated breath over where the outcome of this query would lead. Hunter, too, watched from the side, worried whether or not Doe may have taken this play too far. Jordana was shaken to her core. Her mind raced with thoughts. This has to be kinky roleplay. There's no way Doe actually wants to destroy my mind, right?... Right???...... Mrreeww, then why does it sound so _tantalizing _coming out of her lips? Do I _want _to end up like my mother deep down?? Have I been afraid of this potential all my life because I couldn't admit that the thing that took my mother away from me was... actually kinda hot?? Fuuuuck, what is she doing to me??? I... I don't... I can't... And yet... The feline's eyes shot open with a new clarity.

“...Yes! Yes, yes, make me your pet, Mistress! I'll forsake my art, my music, my brain! Just please make me into your pet! Keep me on a leash and use me as a cock warmer! Mistress! Mistressssss!”

With that, Doe finally thrust into the feline's tight hole. Jordana's eyes shot open, having never experienced such a sensation before! It was like a gap in her life had finally been filled, offering her divine purpose and sanity in a nonsensical world. Her walls practically clung onto the pulsing meat rod inside of her, wanting to milk it of every last drop of pre. With a house-shaking “Meeeeeoooooooowwwwww~!” the cat already came in sheer bliss, soaking the cervine cock inside her with her juices.

Doe tsk'd at the panting feline. “Pathetic. You're not even fit to keep your rationality. It's better served under my beck and call.” Doe thrust into her again, continuing to mount her claim even after she had prematurely ejaculated. The rest of the girls flushed at the sight, beginning to finger themselves and enjoy the show. “You still haven't let me cum, pet. Don't you know that good pets exist to serve their Mistress?”

“Mrrrreeww, yes, Mewstress.” Jordana found it easier and easier to slip into the role of Doe's pet, the danger of her condition looming over their rut only making it hotter. “Use me as a cumrag. Soak my fur in your seeeeeed~”

“Nnnngh, thaaaaat's more like it.” Doe groaned as she continued to rail the kitty cat, using her like the sex toy she was quickly becoming. Jordana mewed with each thrust, melting in blissful pleasure as she finally gave in to all those wonderful instincts that beckoned her. It was like being caressed by a million paws, all prodding and massaging each fold in her brain while tugging every nerve ending to its absolute limit. Irregardless of the dangers of devolving into a feral mindset, she found little use for words in this new state of being. All she needed to communicate were her feral grunts, growls, and mewls. They were the notes of a new kind of music, played with the instruments of pleasure to create a symphony of lust.

“Mrrrr... Mrrrrrooooowwwwwlllll~”

“Ah! Agh, that's right, little kitty cat. Mewl for Mistress. Show me what a good, subservient pet you are.”

“Mmrrreeewww, yessss~ Yes! Change me. Change me like you changed Hunter Prey. Make me yooouuurrsssss~”

“Aw, dear pet, you belonged to me the second I laid eyes on you... But that doesn't mean I should hog all the fun.” Doe looked to the other girls and nodded to them. They all got the message, getting up to give Jordana her perfect once-in-a-lifetime fuck.

Julie knelt down to lick her fellow feline's fur. “Mmmm, let me show you how a real cat grooms their coat.” Jordana moaned as her cat-in-arms dug her tongue all over every inch and crevice of her body.

Allison and Kiera crawled below the cat and flanked each breast, suckling her nipples like her own personal litter. “Grrr, thanks for sharing your pet, Mistress,” Allison teased between slurps off the feline's teat.

Kiera giggled, still very much zonked out on pot but happy to participate in a fun, sexy adventure. “I never got to play kitten before~ Mmmaybe we should add that to our reppetawr... Repe... Reppytwarr, heeheehee!”

Julie purred as she continued grooming the shorthair's fur. “Mmmrrr, that would be a fun addition to our repetoire, my silly skunky.”

Jordana moaned at all the sensations flooding every cell of her body. She was drowning in sensual delight, letting every naughty predilection she had resisted overtake her, win over her, defeat her. As she kept mewling like a feral, Flissa stood right in front of her, her groin at muzzle level with the cat.

The hawk licked her beak hungrily as she reached one of her taloned digits under the cat's chin and sharply forced her to look up. “Ever taste a dripping avian cloaca before, Jordy?”

“N-Neow...”

Flissa chirped. “Good... Because after this, you won't wanna stop.” With that, the avian stuck one of her talons into her pussy, teasing and prodding it to let out her gift: a trembling, quavering cloaca stuck out of her folds, beckoning the feline's tongue as she licked her split lip, thirsty for its taste. “Kyeh~ Wanna give it a kiss, pet?” Jordana nodded dumbly. With that confirmation, the hawk grasped the top of the feline's head with her scaled hand and pressed her muzzle against her cloacal muff.

Jordana's taste buds exploded! The smell, the texture, the flavor, it was all unlike anything she had ever experienced in all her years as a mere mammal. Her mind fought itself. How had she denied this for so long?! Well, because it was too wonderful, too tempting to let yourself slip up and submit to it, duh! Mmmfff, but it's all worth it, right? To have rutted and lost than never to have rutted at all! All the wonderful variety and beauty each species offered, how it all awaited her like an all-you-can eat buffet menu! She wanted more, craved more!

Doe grunted as she continued pounding the cat's pussy. It always felt wonderful to give a partner the fuck of a lifetime, a memory they will fondly come back to for the rest of their lives. She turned to Hunter, the only girl in the room who wasn't entwined with the orgy. “Nnnehh! Care to join us, Hunter? We're giving this little slut a mating season to remember!”

Hunter licked her lips, feeling her own heat radiate around her femcock. The leopard massaged it a little before answering the doe. “Mmmff, that would be fun, but... I kinda have something else in mind for tonight.”

“Oooo, no need to tell me twice. Enjoy your knotting, Miss Prey~”

Hunter saluted the rutting doe as she left the room and headed for the stairs, tail swaying temptuously to prepare for seducing all those horny males above. Doe smiled as she continued pumping her feline claim. “How are you enjoying mating season, pet?”

Jordana could barely speak as her mouth was filled with sticky cloacal juices. Flissa cried out as she blew her load all over the feline's muzzle, “KEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!” Jordy lapped up as much femcum as her sandpaper tongue could catch, purring and trilling loudly at just how wonderfully her night had ended up.

---

While the girls were having their girls' night sleepover downstairs, Rudd, Sven, Nick, and Jonah were cackling like hyenas at the TV. The males were in the bar/lounge room watching one of Hunter's Christmas gifts, Zootopia, on the lounge TV, and it was clear they found its interpretation of a world of anthros amusing in a way the filmmakers could never have intended. “This really what human thinks of us?!” Sven barked as the wolves on screen were distracted by their own irresistible urge to howl. “HEH! Wolf would have sniffed you out by the time you were 50 feet within premises.”

Hunter emerged from the stairs, naked and wafting the telltale pheromones of a leopard in heat. The men all caught the scent and stifled a moan as they finally saw her enter the room. “Hunter! You seen this movie before? It's fucking hilarious. Thanks so much for giving it to me, I'm gonna be showing this thing to all my friends.”

“Heheh. You're welcome, Nick.”

Nick rolled his eyes, realizing the coincidence. “Oh, ha ha, I bet that's a real original in your world.”

Rudd sniffed the air more to catch more of the scents in the building. “Rrf. The girls seem to be having fun down there. Why aren't you with them?”

Hunter purred as she padded closer to the men, noting the bulges in each of their pants that she knew was the result of her wafting musk. “Mmmmrrr, well, I've already been inundated with pussy and girlcock for the past two days now, and... Prrrrrrr... I hadn't gotten a good knotting in so long.”

The rottweiler smirked before glancing at the boys sitting next to him. “I really made an impression on you, didn't I.”

“Mmmmmore or less...” Hunter smirked back, seductively swinging her tail as if to fan her heat out at the hungry boys. It seemed to work, as Sven and Rudd's tails were already wagging at the horny feline approaching them.

Sven elbowed the rottweiler. “You were first to knot her? Heheh, Wyler, good man. Once you knot human, they yours forever.”

Hunter giggled as she finally sat beside the canids on the lounge. “Yeah, well, unlike Allison, I'm not content with just one. I want the whole fucking menu.” The snow leopard eagerly licked her jowls, hungrily eyeing the variety of bulges waiting to be unwrapped for Christmas. The boys returned that gaze by staring down at her own dripping wet crotch.

“Y'know, I'm normally only into guys,” Jonah admitted. “But for you, I can make an exception. Good thing you got a nice cock between your legs.”

“You can suck it,” Sven abruptly told the wild dog. “I call dibs on her hole. I have to know why Allison rave about you today.”

Hunter chuffed at the husky before turning to Nick, who gave a friendly scoff at the group. “Tch, if you don't mind I'm gonna keep watching the movie. Though I may sneak a stroke or two if you guys put on a good show.” The fennec winked and clicked his tongue, channeling his inner Nick Wilde.

Rudd growled as he leaned in to suckle Hunter's spotted neck and whisper in her ear. “And while Sven here breeds you, I'll knot your muzzle. How's that for a tasting menu?”

“Mmmmmeoww, I love it,” Hunter moaned.

As if rehearsed and synchronized, Rudd, Sven, and Jonah got up and circled their needy prey like a proper pack, maws drooling as they now eyed her as a piece of meat to abuse. Hunter licked her chops, not wanting it any other way. Finally, Sven got her to lay on her back and grabbed her haunches, groin facing hers as the leopard rested her head on Rudd's furred lap. The rottweiler's cock was now out in the air, standing tall right next to Hunter's muzzle. Hunter nuzzled the balls before lapping them up, hoping to fully eke his knot out of his sheath.

Below, Jonah knelt beside the lounge chair and began lapping up Hunter's cock as well, causing her to mewl in delight as she teased Rudd's member. All the while, Sven was stroking his cock out of his sheath, wanting it fully hard before he would penetrate her aching tailhole.

“When Allison mate with you... She enjoy barbs?”

Hunter took a break from licking Rudd's sheath to answer him, “Nya-huh.”

“But she tell you my knot better...”

“Oh yeah.”

Sven grinned devilishly at the leopard as that very knot fully emerged from the husky's sheath. Hunter's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. It was thicker, juicier than even Rudd's. Hell, even the biggest dicked human porn actors she watched would shrivel next to this canine adonis. The feline's mouth watered at the sight. The husky flashed his fangs at his prey. “Time to show you what she mean.”

Hunter yowled louder than ever as his immense red rocket expanded her anal cavity, stretching it out and making it nice and loose for future matings. The former human moaned, wanting to be made into an easy, open slut. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hoped that her hole would stay stretched out when she turned back into a human, that she could carry over this pleasure to her day-to-day life and fit as many cocks as possible inside of her. How silly her original species was to not be rutting all day like this. If only mating season could last all year!

Chuffing in supreme pleasure, Hunter craved the taste of cum to go with her pounding. She turned to Rudd's tool and saw that his knot had come out as well. Without warning, she lunged her muzzle onto it, taking the entire thing in her maw. Rudd was happy to thrust into her throat, feeding the silly ex-human a healthy serving of canine cum to fertilize her bestial heat into a budding flower. All the while, Jonah continued sucking and mouth-fucking the leopard's own barbed member.

Hunter felt primal electricity surge from each and every end of her feline body. Her tail lashed underneath her as she was stimulated from every direction, every angle, every hole. It was enough to finally shake Nick's attention away from the movie, the fennec starting to feel his pants tent up.

“Ahhh, alright,” Nick conceded as he reached for the remote and paused the movie. He reached his paw down to his groin and began to stroke in front of the fornicating foursome like a hungry voyeur. “I should've figured international phenomenon Hunter Prey could put on a good fuckin' show,” the vulpine grunted, lowering his pants and shooting pre onto all four of the rutting beasts.

---

Jordana finally came alongside Doe, the feeling of cervine sperm shooting into her folds sending her to heaven and back. Her eyes rolled all the way to the back of her skull. Doe unlatched her cervine meattool from the kitty's pussy lips, a string of thick gloopy batter following it. Allison and Kiera finished lapping up the cat's milk and rubbed their tummies in satisfaction, the skunk burping and giggling in her stoned state. Julie finally stopped grooming her fellow feline while Flissa's cloaca slipped back into her folds as she moaned and spread her winged arms in contentment.

“So, pet,” Doe cooed, “Was that worth the threat of giving in to your feral mind?”

Jordana mewled as she crawled to the couch and rested her back against the cushion. “Mrrrow, very much, Mistress. I wouldn't give tonight up for anything.”

“Aw, such a good kitty. When will you know if you're showing any symptoms or not?”

“Mmmff, uh... Tomorrow, most likely. If I start forgetting how to say certain words, then you'll know.”

“Ooh, well I can already think of one word you'll be using less of from now on: the word 'no.'” The girls giggled like a bimbo harem. It seemed Jordana wasn't the only one in the room playing into the role of Mistress's pet. As their laughter filled the room, Doe's muzzle curled into a demonic grin, a devious idea coming to her. “In fact... Why stop now? You only just lost your virginity, pet. There's still more kinds of pleasure you have yet to experience.”

Jordana's smile faltered somewhat at the idea. She chuckled nervously, “Heh, uh... I don't know if I should push it further, tonight. It's already a big deal that I took one huge risk, I think that's enough.”

“Oooo, pet, don't you worry your little head. This won't be a proper mating.” Doe looked up at the rest of the girls. “Ladies... Let's play One More with our new pet.”

Julie and Flissa all gasped in delight, the only ones in the room aware of what the deer was implying. Allison was first to ask, as Kiera was too high to really care. “Sorry, not a porn worker, what's One More?”

Doe, Julie and Flissa glanced at each other with mischievous looks. Julie nodded wordlessly to Flissa, who proceeded to lean her beak into Allison's triangular ear to whisper at her. The more Allison heard, the more her pointed maw curled upward, already liking what was about to happen. The arctic fox proceeded to lean up to Kiera and whisper in her ear too. Kiera smiled too, already giggling with delight at the naughty ideas being shared.

Everyone stood around Jordana, surrounding her as she sat helplessly on the sofa, cornered. The cat waited anxiously for what was next, unsure just what they had in mind.

Suddenly, Doe stuck one of her hooved digits into the cat's folds, fingering and massaging her walls while the tip of her hoofcap prodded her clitoris. Jordana mrow'd in pure delight as Doe leaned up to her muzzle. “One more?” she asked her pet.

The feline's ears stood up, realizing the rules of the game. Heh, if one already felt like this, imagine another one in there. She nodded eagerly, wanting another hoof cap tickling her bean.

Instead, Doe turned to Julie and nodded to her. Julie nodded back before leaning in and sticking her digit into Jordana's pussy as well, squeezing for space alongside Doe's finger.

“MROW! Mrrreeeewwww...” Jordana twitched at the surge of texture added within her walls. She felt it all, the hoof, the retracted claw slit, and the different fur textures mingling inside of her like a stew of sensation.

“One more?” Julie asked, tilting her head teasingly. Jordana nodded again, prompting Julie to turn to Kiera and signal her next. Kiera loopily shuffled over to the group as she stuck her own digit into Jordana's folds.

The cat once again felt flashes of pleasure, now feeling a dull little claw writhe inside of her. The three digits fought for room in her vent, wrestling and squirming inside of her, and thus creating more pleasure for the lucky kitty cat. “One mooore?” Kiera prodded. Jordana thought long and hard. Was this too much? Surely there was a reason this game required her consent, like a drinking game egging her on to take another shot and get totally shitfaced. What would be the equivalent of shitfaced in this case??

Either way, Jordana figured she was already deep enough into mating season to nod again. Allison was up next, struggling to fit her finger into her tight mound but managing to squeeze right through. Jordana flushed and purred at the sensation. Sweat matted up her fur as she panted in exhaustion. It was all so overwhelming, and Allison's much sharper vulpine claw made for yet another wholly new layer of sensual delight fighting for her clit.

“Well, well, well,” a mocking voice echoed from above. Jordana looked up to find Flissa crossing her arms with her beak smirked at her. “You're so close to winning the game, and on your first try, no less! Too bad you're not gonna make it...” The hawk pointed her index finger up, causing the cat's eyes to widen in awe. Flissa's fat, scaly digit was the biggest of them all, covered in bumps and ribs practically designed for added sex appeal. At the very tip was her talon, the longest and sharpest “extension” of each of the respective species' hands – one that Jordana herself had painted aqua-green earlier.

The cat's mind raced. There was no way she'd be able to fit that in there alongside the other four inside her, right? And was that talon too... dangerous? Could it cut her? Those things were made to grasp onto moving prey while swooping down from the skies. There was no way it wouldn't hurt! The whole thing was dangerous...... so, nnnahh, so very, mrrrr, dangerous...

Just like before, the added threat of danger only turned the feline on even more. She was now completely addicted to it, the looming spectre of death or dissolution of identity that made each rut, each mating, each filthy act of gratification and degradation all the more holy. It was no longer a question in her feline mind. She nodded violently at the hawk woman, shouting and begging, “One more... One more! One mooore!!”

The girls all smiled, proud of their shared pet as Flissa finally stepped forward to deal the finishing blow.

“MRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!”

---

“GRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHH!!” Hunter roared loudly while gargling up a steady stream of thick canine ejaculate, unable to hear the similarly orgasmic meow a floor below her. She herself came in Jonah's muzzle, creating a chain reaction that wouldn't stop until the last domino fell. Nick spurted out ropes and ropes of seed onto all four lovers, coating them in his musky juices. Only Sven was left, still edging as he violently thrust the silver-furred ass beneath him.

“Rrrf! Arroo! Woof! Wroof! WROOF! WROOOF! WROOOOF!” Sven grew more feral with each thrust, building and building to his ultimate climax. Fuck, he loved breeding humans. How grateful they were to be taken by an apex snow dog like him. He thought back to the first time he stuck his dick in Allison's human pussy, unaware that in doing so he'd alter the very fabric of her DNA and mental state, instilling in her all the qualities of a perfect vulpine goddess. It was enough to send him over the edge, knowing he would be gifting yet another human the privilege of his knot.

“Nyaahh! Do it!” Hunter begged. “Fill me! Fill me like you fill your wife! Like I filled your wife!”

That last line sent him over the edge. With a room-shaking howl, Sven leaned his head back and shot a firehose-level stream of doggy cum into the leopard, claiming the whore that helped reaffirm his way of life to the world. His tongue lolled out as he panted, basking in the afterglow of his ultimate climax. Hunter shook in ecstasy as she licked up the puddles of cum that now stained her fur. The group of canines all pet her and licked her up, each one grateful that she had come into their lives.

---

Jordana screamed as the ribbed avian digit sloshed in her vent, the smooth, rounded edge of the talon rubbing against her clit while the sharp tip very carefully tickled the ceiling of her inner passage. The five women laughed as their hands and paws were smooshed together around the cat's groin. Their arms were jostled right to left, up and down, as the cat began thrusting onto the mountain of digits that swarmed her walls.

It didn't take long for her to splash an inordinate amount of femcum onto all of their fingers, loosening their hold and even slipping them off one by one until only Flissa's enormous talon remained. Flissa climbed on top of Jordana and continued to fingerfuck the feline all by herself, not content with her cumming just once.

The other four mammals all panted and laughed now that their fun game was over. Doe smiled at the sluttified pet that was now hungry for the joys of mating season, proud of all the growth she had done in the span of one night. She turned to Julie, Kiera, and Allison. “Looks like our little composer's growing up.”

Julie chuckled at the understatement. “I'll say. Did anyone know about Jordana's condition before now?” Everyone shook their heads. Well, everyone but Kiera, whose eyes were now lidding in exhaustion. “Wow. I wonder what Hunter said to get her to come out of her shell like that?”

Allison rubbed her paw against her muzzle to clean the fluids off with her flat tongue. “Either way, it seems that everyone gets a heaping dose of change when Miss Prey is around.”

“Hah, you got that right. You know, she also helped convince Kiera to finally propose to me.”

“Oh, did she now? Gods, that human really is something special, isn't she.”

“She sure is. Ain't that right, babe?” Julie looked down to find Kiera fast asleep on her lap. The siamese cat smiled and patted her headfur, in love with the look on her face when she was deep in slumber. “Welp, I think I'm gonna hit the hay. This was another fun mating season night, huh.”

Doe smiled sweetly. “Mmm, it sure was.”

With that, Julie picked her fiancee up in her arms and carried her to the sleeping bag before lying beside her and spooning her gently, tail curling up behind her. Doe retired back to the couch and continued to watch Flissa talonfuck Jordana to high heaven. The deer turned to Allison, “Not tired, hun?”

The fox scratched the back of her head, “I am, but... I'd feel weird not sleeping beside Sven for one night.”

“I gotcha, babe. Have a good night, Allison.”

“You too, Doe. It was great finally meeting you, today.”

“An honor to meet you too, darling.” Doe bowed her antlers to the vulpine. Allison nervously chuckled at the formality before heading up the stairs...

---

Allison padded quietly up the steps and down the halls in search of her mate's room. She followed the pale glow coming from the lounge, expecting to find at least one of the guys there.

In the lounge, she found Nick and Jonah sleeping beside each other on the booth chair, heads resting on each other's shoulders and tails swaying happily in their dreams. Allison smiled sweetly before shutting the TV off for them. The arctic fox then scoured the dark lounge for the door on the left side.

Opening it quietly, she found Sven lying alone above the covers of his guest bed. Allison's tail wagged at the sight, she loved him so. Hoping not to wake him, she carefully climbed onto the bed and inched up behind the husky before wrapping her arms around him and being his outer spoon. Sven groaned and shuffled in her arms.

“There's my beautiful snow queen,” he growled tiredly. Allison giggled lightly and squeezed him tighter.

“Sorry for waking you, baby. How was movie night with the guys.”

“Was very interesting. Human films quite strange. Not bad, though. That Hunter girl, she come up all radiating in heat. We all give her good night.”

“Ooh, looks like we both got to mate her today. What did you think?”

“She very special. Remind me much of you.”

Allison smiled warmly, thinking back to memories of when she first emerged in the anthro world. How scared she was of the strange, bipedal husky that had found her in the cold. How worried she was of finding a way to return home... To think that it'd be just a little over a decade later, now that husky's fox, his mate for life, his partner in this wonderful new world. It was surreal, being reminded how she once wanted to leave her new home, her soulmate, her future with the wonderful pups she made with him. She'd never go back to her old self. Not when she was beside the love of her life. With a glint in her eye, she licked her husband's cheek.

“Happy mating season, Sven.”

“Rrrf. Happy mating season, Allison.”

They drifted to sleep, awaiting another wonderful day together.