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Stanley occupied the early morning by getting himself some breakfast, watching a half hour of Channel 69-F News and playing with himself before he changed into his uniform and left his house for work. The young ferret man looked out at the beautiful day. The leaves on the trees were a heavenly shade of green. Having to be at work for 9:30 was living, he thought. The sun was up around the neighborhood. Others were leaving their homes and getting into their cars and driving-- getting on with their days.

Stanley's walk to work was barely five minutes. He arrived at Ravenrump Collegiate. The shape of building reminded him of the workplaces of tech companies more than any college or university, but the trees that grew out of the building's wall, the former human had no Earthly context for that. The building was situated beside a large swarm of jungle trees and the grouping had its canopy hanging over the roofs of the building.

Inside, Stanley was surprised to see how busy things were that early in the morning but it was a big day-- it was the day for new arrivals. Staff members of all shapes and sizes were charging through the halls. Things [i]had[/i] to be ready!

On his walk to the nursery, he passed by a classroom door. The door was shut and the window was covered by cardboard paper or something like that so the ferret man leaned against the door and pressed a round ear to it. He couldn't hear anything so they must have not arrived yet.

Stanley waved at other faculty members. It was while he was passing by another classroom door that a sharp light flickered out the edges of the door and a commotion was heard on the other side-- panicking, screaming, and shouting. A classroom of new students had just arrived!

The ferret would have his work cut out for him. On barefeet, he walked to the nursery. When he walked inside the glowing lobby, Terter was at the front desk. The eagle lady looked up, her eyes bleary behind square eyeglasses.

Stanley waved. "Hey."

An expression barely making a grin appeared on Terter's beak. "Good morning."

"Are you ready for the big day?" asked Stanley. "I walked by a few classrooms already. Sounds like we got our work cut out for us!"

Terter raised a brow at him. "The question is if [i]you[/i] are ready. I've done this dozens of times before. Is this not your first 'arrival day'?"

Stanley walked past the front window to the door into the front office. He joined Terter inside. The part of the office behind the front window was small and narrow. The eagle lady's wide hips and large breasts could whack on the side of the desk or a table. To the side of the front desk, there were a series of televisions, turned off at the moment.

The ferret leaned up against the wall. "Yeah, but I've had some experience. I helped take care of certain psychoatavistic situations." He chortled and brought his arms up to his chest. "A week ago my friends dumbed themselves down so I could have some more practice."

"[i]You've had some experience,[/i]" said Terter, "Didn't you end up in this place? On the first day you came here, I mean..."

Stanley smiled and fiddled with his hair. "[i]Yeeeeeah[/i]. I was transformed into a ferret and I freaked out so much that I went stupid and had to be dropped off here for a few hours." He dropped his hand. "I ***peed my pants."

Terter huffed and turned back to her desk, looking over her schedule. "Guess this won't be that new then?"

Stanley chuckled and left the room, heading back to the garden see if everything was in order.

The teacher walked around the room like an executioner.

It was supposed to be a regular day in Anthropology but that morning had different things in store for the students of that classroom. The regular teacher was absent and in his place was Ms. Darwin. Darwin, who had powers no one in that classroom had ever seen before!

One by one, the witchy professor transformed the students into animal people: zoomans.

Within the first hour, a handful of students had been transformed and it was looking like before the class was over, every student would face that punishment.

Frank sat in the middle of the right wing of the room. The short but stocky young man wore a white t-shirt logoed for a tropical resort and a pair of green cargo pants.

A sweat had taken his brow. His breathing was heavy and forced. He worried. Would he be next, he wondered. Did the transformation hurt?

Frank watched as Darwin stalked around the front of the classroom and transformed a girl into a snow leopard. The professor moved across the room and transformed a guy into a puffin. After that she went to the back and turned a girl into an alligator! Moving up front, she turned a girl with a large-rimmed hat into a red panda.

The worry that everyone, including Frank himself, was going to be transformed was not so much a worry but a reality. It was going to happen eventually. What if he was transformed into a small, weak creature? Like a mouse? Or quail?

Darwin was coming his way, walking down the aisle looking around at who she should transform next.

Frank stood up, "I want to be a lion!"

That's all Darwin needed. Darwin fired a bolt from her finger and Frank's body was consumed by light. The light faded and Frank noticed he was a half-foot taller. Then he noticed his golden fur on his body. His shoes were gone revealing big leonine feet. His hands, too, were larger with claws at the end of each finger.

When he tried grabbing his neck, a huge thick mane got in the way. His head was covered with the brush. He took his hands out in front of his face and felt a stony maw out from.

He laughed! He didn't need to see any reflection to know he was a lion! He roared and shook the classroom with his regal call!

Darwin chuckled. "Yes yes yes. I am glad you're enjoying it but now sit down."

Frank took his seat, reaching down to examine his toes and to rub his ankles. He didn't know where his shoes went but he didn't mind. What big feet he had! He was so transfixed on his new body that the rest of the classroom might as well have stopped in time.

He laughed once again! He had to giggle at the situation. He peeked under his shirt. Being turned into a lion didn't take away his weight problem, unfortunately. If anything, it made the situation [i]worse[/i]. His stomach was tubbier than before! He jiggled his rolls of fat up front.

The lion had to admit to himself that being an overweight lion was better than being an overweight human! He flexed his arms and felt the muscles tense and stand up. He looked at the desk in front of him and wondered if he could break the board in half.

He giggled and checked the teeth inside his mouth, poking at them with his meaty hands. They were lion's fangs! Some of those teeth were as big as one of his fingers, or at least a finger he had as a human.

I'm not a human anymore... thought Frank. I'm a lion! Not human... lion!

But stuff like that wasn't supposed to happen. How did it happen? Frank was not a person who cared much for science but he knew that people transforming like he did was scientifically impossible. So it didn't happen. Or did it? What was going on with his mind that it presented this reality to him?

His brain went in circles. Was any of this real? Was it a dream? It felt real. He had to re-check his arms and his face to see if they were real but no matter how hard he tugged his cheek, the mask didn't come off.

As his mind circled, certain things got tossed off the merry-go-round. His cognitive abilities regressed-- scared of the strange world that they inhabited. His ability to control himself was shaken. He felt irritated by his shirt so he ripped it off. He looked around for a place to stash it but couldn't see one nearby so he dropped it to the ground.

The classroom was transforming too. The ceiling tiles gave away to invasive vegetation bursting through the cracks. The tiles on the floor were "sinking" into the dirt. Frank rubbed a clawed toe on a half-submerged tile and kept it there to feel the tile be absorbed by the earth.

He giggled, content to smell the smells of nature with his new lion nose. He breathed in deep and let himself taste the sweet air of a classroom transforming into a jungle.

Words like tiles, ceiling, and classroom were losing their importance. His mind regressed, shutting down its intelligent methods for animalistic ones.

The students around him were confused by his behavior. He looked like he was having a mighty good time, or that at least the lion was super relaxed for the situation he was in. He looked down at another student's bag and reached over to grab it, the student slapping his hand away.

When Frank stood up, he toppled over his chair. This got the attention of the students around him. Anyone could see the lion was compromised. He had his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a great dane!

A boy nearby, one that had been turned into a turtle, looked at Frank and asked, "What's wrong with him? Did the teacher make him... animal-minded?"

No one was sure. The lion walked up the aisle to the front of the classroom and saw that red panda girl that go morphed earlier. Her large hat begged for Frank to touch it. He grabbed the rim and rubbed his fingers down the fabric.

The red panda leaned away from him. "Hey!"

The girl had big breasts hanging off of her and Frank had to grab a feel! Frank liked big boobs no matter what mental state he was in, but with his mind compromised he didn't understand why it was poor behavior to grope a random female's chest.

"Heeey!" the panda slapped Frank's arm.

Darwin saw what was going on and came over. "What's the commotion?"

She saw topless Frank and how stupefied he looked. He had gone atavistic. It happened sometimes, Darwin knew. She knew what to do. Darwin walked up and took his hand saying, "Come on, lion. Let's sit you down."

Frank obeyed his professor. She brought him back over to his desk, picked up his chair, and sat him down.

"He'll be ok," said Darwin, "He's just so excited to be a lion!" Darwin looked down and rode her fingers through Frank's mane, "Aren't ya, bud?"

Frank grunted. Not a roar, disappointing Darwin.

Frank was behaved for the rest of the class. The classroom's walls fell to reveal endless jungle on the other side and it was looking like the class had been warped into another world. They weren't on Earth anymore.

Darwin methodically transformed every student into a specie of zooman. All of them except for the student that got turned into a feral horse-- not a humanoid horse. Darwin turned herself into a large, fatty owl, too. Not a human remained in the classroom!

The dumb lion looked around, a strand of drool hanging from his maw. There were so many potential mates around. Behind his seat was a tigress. Frank gazed into her large chest with reverie. The dove guy beside him was pretty hot. The triceratops lady at the front had a nice rump. How was a lion supposed to choose?

When it came time for the students to leave the classroom, on the outside it wasn't the college they knew. It was a college of zoomans! Zoomans roamed the hall, not a human in sight. Not only was the general makeup of its inhabitants changed, but so was the building itself. It was a different building with tall hallways and new apartments.

Students of Darwin's class stared at the world in horror. Frank? He was content, still drooling on himself and undisturbed by the chaos.

Darwin lead the crowd of freshly transformed zoomans around the college. The classmates passed by several other zoomans. Zoomans large and tall. When the class came across groups of zoomans that were as scared as they were and didn't have any tails, that's when it was obvious that they were former humans as well. The ones that had tails, like Darwin and several dressed in a school uniform, they were naturally born zoomans.

This went over Frank's head, though. He didn't recognize the college, either, but he hadn't the knowledge to deduce how alien it was. Darwin brought the class to a nursery of sorts for those students that had their minds regressed. One of them was Frank, but there was also a badger guy and a chimp girl that needed tending to. A ferret orderly-- tailless and very sane-- came out from the doors at the back to pick up the regressed students-- including Frank, who had taken to humping a wall. The lion wanted to hump that wall but the ferret tugged him hard so the lion got the picture and followed the orderly into the back.

Stanley watched the three idiots closely as he lead them back through the bright nursery halls. Through another set of double doors, he brought them to the 'garden', a wide-open patch of natural scenery. The floor was a scattering of dirt and grass, but there was a pool at the center and other natural terrain features around the room. The few trees that the room had were not more than fifteen feet in height and the ceiling was not much higher.

It was not a convincing piece of nature if one looked at the pipe-ridden ceiling or the brick walls but primalized zoomans liked it anyway. Once inside, Frank and the two others from Darwin's class spread out and enjoyed themselves. There were a number there already-- zoomans that had their minds regressed for reasons similar to those from Darwin's class. They were happily running around with their tongues hanging out of their stupid mouths.

The ferret boy began his patrol, keeping an eye on the atavized zoomans to make sure they didn't hurt themselves. There were security cameras around the room to keep an eye of them too.

Back at the front office, Terter sat quietly and glanced at the TV monitors to the side. Across the half dozen screens, she got a good look at the floor of the garden and with there likely being fewer dumbed-down zoomans coming in through the door, Terter had nothing to do but watch the show on her TV's! Zoomans ran around the garden, playing with each other and ripping out of their clothes. Terter was a big fan of that television show!

Frank walked around, enjoying his bare lion feet on the dirt floor. The happy fella had a chin wet with drool on him. He sniffed the pleasant smells of nature.

He enjoyed himself, happy to be in a natural paradise with others-- them just as dumb as him. He was feeling thirsty, though, and walked over to the small pond. Leaning over the cool water and seeing his reflection startled him but even in his stupidity, the young man recognized the reflection as himself. He stared at the lion staring back. Why did this seem so alarming?

Frank ignored it and leaned down to take a hand full of water to his mouth. It's cool waters were refreshing. He took a few handfuls then hoisted himself down to suck the waters from the surface.

As he drank from the pond, he heard a grunt. He looked over and on the other side of the small pond was a skunk girl-- Hikari. She was tailless like Frank-- a former human and a newcomer to that zooman college. She had large breasts and wide hips.

Hikari grunted again, staring at the lion curiously. She leaned closer, sniffing at the beast. Was this a potential mate? She crawled over to him, her knees getting dusty when she shifted them through the dirt.

Frank brought his head up, water pouring from his mouth. He stared at the skunk, curious to see what she wanted. When Hikari got close, she smiled at the lion. Frank smiled back.

Hikari sat up beside the lion and reached out to feel his belly. He was a chubby lion! Frank rumbled when the skunk girl patted his fatty gut. Frank in turn reached out and cupped a hand on one of her big squishy breasts. Even with a few layers of clothing, the lion was happy to grope a girl's mammary.

The skunk chuckled but relaxed and let the lion squeeze her breasts. It was a pleasure to have someone squeeze her nipple. When the lion took his hand away, Hikari crawled up and brought her face to Frank's. She kissed him, or tried. Most of the kiss took the side of Frank's muzzle but the lion appreciated the effort. As Hikari drew back, the lion put his face into hers and the two enjoyed a sloppy kiss, their tongues caressing.

The skunk was curious. She looked down at Frank's pants and put a hand there. She didn't care for the weird fabric-- the feeling of a large cock was what she paid her dumb mind too. She rubbed down there, feeling out the young man's large shaft and huge balls. Frank's gaze sunk and he let a tongue dangle out blissfully. He approved the female rubbing his genitals!

Hikari looked at her shirt and tugged at it. She growled, trying to get it off. It took a few tugs to get the idea she should raise it above her head, but even then she got stuck and had to throw her head around to let her head out again.

It was stuck on her arms. Frank helped her with that. He got up and walked behind her to take her shirt and tear it in half. The skunk girl dropped her arms, rags of her shirt around her arms. She flicked the two shreds off her body and looked down at her bra. Frank reached at the clip and pried it apart with a snap. The bra fell forward on the lap of Hikari's skirt, the skunk's fatty breasts and gut out for everyone to see.

Frank pushed Hikari to the ground and lifted her skirt. Those panties were just things of tissue that Frank could pull off. The sensation startled Hikari but she wanted her pussy to be free and after Frank tossed the used garments, Hikari's black-furred vagina was for Frank to see.

Frank looked at his cargo pants. He tugged at his belt but he didn't have the strength to pull them off. Although he had the mind of an idiot, he knew that the belt buckle was the key to loosening the belt. Hikari laid there patiently while the lion poked and twisted the buckle.

Once Frank got the buckle loose, he dropped his pants and underwear. There was no time to waste-- the lion jumped on the skunk girl and got thrusting!

A security camera hanging in the corner of the ceiling watched the two get mating. From the office, Terter had the whole thing on her monitor. She smirked.

The lion rammed the skunk with the speed of a train engine. Hikari leaned up and moaned.

"Not bad, lion," said Terter.

There was nothing else to do so why wouldn't the eagle lady get comfortable and watch the fresh former-humans get acquainted with their new bodies while in a state of animalistic bliss?

It was a debate-- one that Terter cared about but hadn't concluded anything-- on whether or not a primalized individual was able to fuck on some animalistic level that intelligent people, no matter how hard they were able to let themselves go, could never reach.

Frank drooled and grunted as he draped himself over Hikari and drilled up into her, his knees besides the skunk's waist rocking forward and back to puncture the thick female like the meat she was. Hikari clawed the ground, digging up dirt, in absolute bliss with that 14 inch inside of her. The thing couldn't even fit all the way. Even with Frank pushing it up into the skunk's core a few inches were lingering outside.

The lion's fuzzy sack brushed the ground, get dirt on his thick brown pubic fur.

Hikari turned on her back so she could gaze at her lover while he drilled her. The skirt got in the way again so Frank tore that down the middle and let the flaps of fabric lay on the ground. Hikari smiled at the lion, tongue hanging out and the skunk panting like a dog. She lifted her legs so that her knees hung above her tits.

The skunk's pussy was waiting for Frank and the lion went back in. He took Hikari's legs and pumped into her core. The action had the sound of tearing meat apart. Frank breathed heavily and Hikari yelped and bellowed with intense physical pleasure. It felt like her organs were being rearranged. She wasn't smart enough in that moment to know what her organs were but she knew that her mate's cock was large enough to do amazing things to her insides!

She couldn't hold it anymore. She tensed up her fingers and toes and screamed, letting everyone know about her escape. Essence rode down her loins and into her sex canal. Cream burst out between her vagina and Frank's cock, pooling on the dirt below. She moaned, scrunching her face. After a few thrusts, she relaxed, her eyes dazed and a smile on her face.

The skunk allowed the lion to stir inside her as she refueled her lust. Her legs kicked and occasionally a foot would rub up against Frank's mane. Her feet were so soft. Their claws brushed down Frank's head and the lion felt his orgasm coming. His breathing escalated and he dropped a spurt of jizz into his skunk mate. The dam broke open and the lion leaned back to roar! He roared loud enough for the whole room to hear. Some other inhabitants of the nursery called back with their own barks, croaks, and chirps. Thick cream sputtered out of Hikari's pussy, joining the wetness on the floor.

Terter was enjoying the show. Hikari and Frank were not the only ones expressing their sexuality in that garden but the eagle lady had taken a shining to the lion kid. He was a sexy chub with a huge cock and watching the lion roar and growl as he plowed the skunk chick was must-watch television. Terter's sex was misty and she slapped it through her pants to give it some loving!

The lion fucked the skunk a few more times by the pond, but then the skunk's expression changed. She was confused by her location and seemed scared of Frank. She pulled away from the lion. It took a couple retreats away from the lion for Frank to realize the skunk wasn't interested in him anymore, so he left her alone.

Hikari wandered off, finding a quiet corner by a tree. She looked out at the garden-- all those animal people, where did they come from? What were they? She looked at herself? When did she have fur on her body? She touched her face. Did she always have a snout?

She remembered that she was a human and after a few minutes realized that she [i]was[/i] supposed to be a human. The memory of being turned into a skunk crept back on her and she panicked. She stared into space, unsure what to do.

Stanley saw Hikari and noticed the light returning to her eyes. She was almost out of her psychoatavistic state so it was his duty to head over and check on her. He consoled her, telling her what was going on, where she was, and emphasizing that she was safe and would be ok. When Hikari noticed she was completely naked, she hid her privates from the ferret guy but Stanley reassured her that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

That was one primalized student that was ready to leave the nursery. Stanley took her off to get some new clothes and join intelligent society again.

It was past lunch. There was still a good crowd around the gardens-- Stanley counted about two dozen. All of them had ripped out of their clothes and walked around in the buff. Around the gardens there were discarded pants and shirts.

Orsta the komodo dragon helped Stanley clean the place up. She was another staff member at the nursery, standing about seven feet in height. She wore a light blue uniform like the rest of the staff, a hole in the back of her pants for her big reptile tail. She got out a plastic garbage bag while Stanley picked up the articles and tossed them in.

They found a shirt by the pond. Orsta held open the bag and Stanley inserted the shirt.

"Kinda funny that a former-human picked this job," said Orsta, "I think you're the first in the history of the academy."

"I remember what it was like to be so scared you go stupid," said Stanley, "waking up naked in a garden." He smiled. "I want to help others through that."

"It's got to be a hard job for you, though," said Orsta.

"Not really," said Stanley, "I make sure the primals don't hurt each other and I'm doing my job right. The hard part is mostly over and most days are uneventful."

Orsta chuckled. "You're not wrong."

Terter got lunch ready. There was a closet inside the garden with lots of troughs. She got a few out. They were about eight feet in length, a foot in width and half a foot in depth-- made of plastic. She got out eight of them. By the time Orsta and Stanley had finished disposing of the primals' clothes, Terter had set up one trough by the pond.

The team of three spread out the troughs all over the garden. The primals looked at the things unsure of what they might be. The staff went into a room near the front desk and inside was the kitchen, or whatever a kitchen for a bunch of animalistic fools would be. On a long counter was a quartet of large bottles full of stew. The red lamps they rested under warmed the stew up.

Terter and Stanley took one each and Orsta took two. They were heavy suckers so the non-dragons of the crew struggled to bring the bottles over to the troughs. Terter unsealed the cap and pour the stew into a trough close to the entrance. The smell caught the noses of a few primals, including Frank.

The eagle put the bottle down and watched as Frank approached, curious about the smell. The stew smelled good, at least to a dumbed down former human whose tastes had been scrambled along with his brain.

The eagle took a look at the lion's package. The lion's member was flaccid but still a nice grab of meat hanging over two hefty nuts.

The bottle was half-empty so Terter brought it over to another trough and got rid of the rest of it. Bringing the plastic bottle back up to the front, Terter went back to Frank. The lion ate the stew, keep his whiskers clean for a dumb beat digging his maw through edible sludge with chunks of vegetables.

Terter watched him, pleasant.

Stanley and Orsta, three empty bottles between them, walked up to see what had gotten Terter's attention.

"What are you looking at?" asked Stanley.

"Look at this handsome creature that Darwin dumped on us," said Terter.

Orsta smiled. "Oh. Does Terter have a crush on a primalized lion boy?"

Terter chortled. "Perhaps."

Stanley slapped his belly. "When's lunch for [i]us[/i]? I'm starving!" He looked down at the trough being nursed by Frank and a naked salamander girl at the other end. "I could eat right out of this trough!" He leaned forward and sniffed at the stew. "How good is this stew?"

"Pretty decent," said Terter.

"You've had it?" asked Stanley.

Terter nodded. "I've eaten out of these troughs a few times."

"Dining primal as they call it," said Orsta. She had never done it but had witnessed Terter a few times.

The three of them walked off, letting the beasts have their dinner.

The kitchen doubled up as a break room. While Orsta and Stanley sat around and watched through an open door out to the garden to make sure the primals were behaving themselves, Terter left the nursery to pick up some grub.

"What happens if they don't go back to normal?" asked Stanley.

"What do you mean?" asked Orsta, "If they don't snap out of it?" She waited for Stanley to nod. "We bring them to a specialist. Taking them out of the garden and stimulating them with other environment usually does the trick, though."

Terter came in through the back entrance to the kitchen, not wanting to tempt the primals with a smell of delicious burgers. She came in with three paper bags in her hands. She shut the door behind her and put the bags on the counter. Orsta snatched one and looked inside to see a burger and fries. She handed it off to Stanley and looked in another to see two burgers and a burrito. That one was hers. She slid the last bag towards Terter.

They ate their lunches. It was a little after two but zooman society was flexible and no standard time for eating lunch was important.

"So this is your first day?" Orsta asked Stanley.

Stanley nodded. "Yeah." He took a bite of his burger and talked out the side of his mouth. "I was a little nervous but it's been easy." He swallowed. "So far."

"Primals are a bigger problem outside than in here," said Terter, "This place was designed to relax them and give them what they need."

There was a glass window between the kitchen and the garden. Stanley looked out at the primal wandering around with their genitals out. It looked like most of them were done their dinners.

Orsta smiled and chucked an elbow at Stanley. "I bet you took this job because you knew most of it was free time."

Stanley chuckled. "That was a part of it but also... I [i]was[/i] one of the first people in my class to go primal. I feel a connection with this place."

Terter took a big chomp out of a burger verticalwise. She chewed and gulped it down audibly. "You're going to be spending a lot of idle time on this job." She looked over at table in the corner. "Might want to see with the supply center if you can get a video game system set up in here."

Stanley smiled. "Video games? Really?"

Orsta chuckled. "What else are you supposed to do?" She leaned close. "Besides fucking your co-workers and the primals?"

Stanley giggled, blushing.

Lunch was over so the three of them tossed out their trash and went back out into the gardens to pick up the troughs. They loaded the troughs in the garage in the back corner where they would be picked up and cleaned.

After that, things were idle. The primals continued to run around and every thirty minutes or so, one of them struggled out of their atavism, looking around at the world with intelligent eyes and wondering why they were naked. Stanley and Orsta would help them-- take them back to the throughput room where they would get cleaned and then get a pair of clothes then go to the assignment center where they would be directed to a dorm or a class.

Terter wandered around, letting Stanley man the front desk for an hour. She watched Frank the lion wander around, the chubby brute still in a state of stupidity. The hours were getting on-- was the lion going to spend the whole day under the spell of atavism?

The lion found a friend. He walked up to a beaver guy scratching his back against a tree. The beaver squonked at him and the lion growled alluringly in return. Frank walked up and rubbed the beaver's side getting the beaver to close his eyes and twitch his whiskers in joy.

Terter sat on the ground and watched the show begin.

Their cocks rose for each other, Frank and the beaver. The beaver leaned in to kiss Frank on the neck and Frank took the beaver's face close, rubbing his cheeks tenderly. They grunted for each other and the beaver took to Frank's side and humped the lion's hip. Frank let his eyes trail off and enjoyed the jostling.

The beaver looked down at Frank's big cock. It was semi-erect at nine inches. The beaver lowered himself and picked up the large sausage, poking it with his tongue. The lion moaned.

The beaver threw himself down on his hands and knees, exposing his butt to Frank. Frank smiled, drool whipping off his face, and got down on the beaver. The beaver took all 14 inches of Frank's massive lion cock. He squealed when that rod dug up his butthole!

They rutted, both of them falling into an expression of bliss. Terter watched and slid a hand under her skirt line to rub one out to the show.

The beaver was in heaven. His gaze was defocused, miles away. That huge lion cock inside of him was like a spaceship comfortably parked inside its hangar although anyone as dumb as the beaver and lion couldn't comprehend that metaphor.

Frank's cock was hard on the inside and the beaver's cock was hard on the outside. It hung from the beaver's waist, nine inches and erect. It bounced with the thrusting that Frank gave him. White beads crowned the tip of it.

The lion freely drooled, the strands of wet leaking from his mouth and landing just in front of the beaver's head, sometimes whipping onto the fur on the beaver's arm. The beaver drooled too, the dumb little beast. It dripped from his lips, down his chin, and onto the dirt below. The two beasts drooled freely and shamelessly!

Terter took a seat in the middle of the floor, and watched Frank shoved that huge cock up his beaver lover's ass. They grunted and moaned and once Terter got seriously rubbing herself out, she moaned too-- hoping to match the rhythm of the gay performers in front of her.

Frank's muzzle curled and he growled. Was it time? The lion leaned up and roared! It [i]was[/i] time! He fired into the beaver's ass and cream dripped from the centers of them both. The beaver could feel the urge consuming his body and he moaned and squirted some on the floor.

The lion dislodged out of the beaver and the two got their breaths. While recovering themselves, the beaver scratched his back against the tree and the lion walked around, on his hands and knees, examining the ground for bugs.

When they were ready to continue, the beaver presented by the tree and Frank went back at it inside the beaver's ass. Then they came again. The two chums fucked for a good while until Terter's shift was done.

She got up, stretched, and went out to the front desk. The next shift had started so the desk was being managed by Loyna, the zebra. Terter and zebra exchanged a wave before leaving the nursery.

The day turned into evening and some of the strays remained in the nursery. Frank and a few others couldn't kick the psychoatavism. The evening crew had to drag out a few troughs around 8:00 so that the primals could get some supper.

Terter kept thinking about the lion though, so when the later hours pulled in and the eagle lady went back to the nursery to see if Frank was still around, she was pleased to see him resting in the grasses. Terter walked up to the lion woke up and stared at Terter, his eyes still lacking any sentient light. Terter caressed his cheek. Frank purred.

"I'm taking this one home!" Terter shouted at the garden crew.

They gave her the go-ahead so Terter took Frank to a room beside the kitchen. That was the cleaning room. It was a lot bigger than the kitchen. There were a few shower stalls-- tiled floor with drains-- up against one wall and along the other were closets with supplies. Terter sprayed Frank down then went to the closet to a get towel and dried him off.

Terter smiled. She went to closet to get a collared leash. Frank was confused why the eagle lady was putting a collar on him but after a few times dodging it, he accepted the collar and Terter had leashed the lion.

The eagle lady and her pet lion walked out of the nursery, Terter waving once again at Loyna on her way out.

"Taking your work home with you, Terter?" asked Loyna.

Terter smirked as much as she felt comfortable, which wasn't a lot. She patted Frank's mane. "This one needs extra care, so I'll deal with him."

Terter walked down the busy halls of the academy with her lion pet. Frank's cock hung off of him like a large cut of beef.

The eagle lady hadn't had dinner yet and made plans to meet up with a friend at a diner. She went to the northern wing of the academy where the shops were meant for local citizens in the neighborhood just as much as the students and staff that lived in the facility.

She walked, waving at some of the people she knew. A few of them wanted to ask a question about her pet lion or give the dumbed down feline a scratch under his chin, which he appreciated.

When she arrived at the diner, her friend Lemon was sitting at a table. The butterfly fish lady waved Terter over. Terter walked over and sat down, tying Frank's leash to a nearby railing, as the table was not secure and any sudden movement could have toppled Lemon and Terter's dinner.

Lemon was already enjoying a slice of pork roast with carrots. Terter ordered herself a slab of fish with fries and a light wine to wash it down. Lemon looked over at Frank; the stupid lion was gnawing on the railing. The fish giggled. "Looks like your friend needs a bite to eat."

Terter picked up a fry and dangled it for the lion to see. She tossed it at him, and it landed on the ground. Frank sniffed at it, picked it up, and ate it with chomps too big for a small fry.

"I'm thinking about moving into the country," said Lemon, "I've always wanted more open space around me."

"Any place in particular?" asked Terter, cutting a piece of fish and sticking it into her mouth.

"Around here," said Lemon, "I don't want to move too far."

Terter put her fork down and leaned back, "I'm still living in the academy housing"-- Terter waved a finger in a direction-- "I should probably move out of there one day but I've got enough to think about right now."

Lemon glanced over to see Frank staring at her. The lion must have been having thoughts in that dumb brain of him because he was erect. A hard bar pushed out from under the lion's fatty gut.

The fish lady giggled, "[i]Terter[/i]... your [i]pet[/i] has feelings for me."

Terter looked over to see Frank squatting by the table with an arrow of lust trying to signal to the female he wanted to mate. The eagle cracked a grin. "My apologies."

"Maybe once we leave here," said Lemon, "I can take that leash and bring the earthworlder home with me."

Terter cut into her dinner. "Not happening."

The two finished up their food and said goodbye. Terter untied Frank and walked him out of the restaurant, huge erection still barring out in front of him. The two took the northern exit and left the academy.

The night sky was beautiful and the smells of the nearby woods and the dinners being cooked by nearby houses took Terter's nose. The swell of smells coming from the restaurants inside the academy lingered on Frank and Terter and pleased them both.

Terter's home was nearby. It was a small, single floor house. That area was built to house academy staff when the living quarters inside the academy wasn't sufficient.

The eagle lady passed by Stanley's place and looked in the front window to see if he was around. The TV was on but the ferret was not seen.

She walked the lion to her house. It was similar to the hothers-- a single floor abode. If Frank had his human intelligence, he would have been able to make comparisons between the zooman world's architectures and the houses he knew back in the human world.

Terter opened the door and allowed the chunky guy inside her house. A cool dimness took the walls until the eagle flicked on the lights. She asked Frank to wipe his feet on the mat and had to provide an example before the brute would do it. Letting a primal loose was always a risk but Terter took Frank's collar and removed it. She hung up the collar by the door.

The lion was curious about the environment and tried picking up various things on tables as Terter walked the lion into the kitchen.

"I had something to eat so maybe you deserve a bite," said Terter.

She went to her fridge and opened it up. The fridge light hypnotized the chunky lion. Terter got out a bowl of tuna salad with plastic wrap on top and went to the drawers to pull out a fork. In the cupboards above her stove she had a dogbowl. Some tuna salad went into the dog bowl and Terter placed it on the ground.

"Go ahead," she said to Frank.

The lion leaned down to sniff at it, then crouched to eat from the bowl. He seemed to like it and chowed down.

Terter's endgame was spending a night with the lion, sexually. She took Frank's hand and led him out to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was small and her large bed took a good portion of the floor space. Around her bed there was only four feet of walking space before there was a dresser, shelf, or wall.

She took him to her bed and slowed herself. After staring into the dumb brute's fuzzy face for a moment, she leaned forward and kissed him. He stood there, still as a door, for a few moments. He got the clue, though. With drooly lips, he began kissing back, his cock re-hardening back up to those thick 14 inches.

His big lion cock rubbed the side of Terter's torso. Terter could feel the heat snugging into her feathers and thought about how that thing was going to be inside her in a minute. Her pussy quivered.

A minute was too long a wait. She pulled away from him, slid onto the bed and split her legs apart, holding them suspended in the air and looking through them at her lion lover. Her vagina reeked of heat and passion for the lion. Terter gave a seductive pose and chirped.

Frank stared at her like he was looking at a 12-inch steak. He had a big smile with his tongue hanging out in front. Drool dripped from his tongue, nearly hitting his fully erect cock down below.

The lion walked up, took Terter's scaly legs, and jammed his rod inside her sex. The infiltration snapped electricity around the eagle's vulva and she tweeted in shock. A short snap of discomfort, and then the joyful drilling began.

Terter had great cock before-- huge cock-- and maybe it was just what she was craving that night, but the way that lion's cock pushed against the walls of her sex made her brain do flips! She clutched her scaly toes and skreed into the ceiling with delight!

Frank let his tongue hang out of his mouth and gazed off dumbly as he rocked into his eagle lover, her thick thighs wrapped around his sides like the lion was being captured by a trap of pillows. He liked the warmth of the eagle's thighs.

His balls smacked her taint like a paddle toy. It was a strange sensation and specific too, but it got Terter's zones celebrating. The lion's nuts hit her like a boxing glove. A sexy boxing globe.

An orgasmic spasm hit Terter and she arced her back, the flab on the bottom side bunching up and her feathers fluffing out. She cawed into the roof and gripped the sheets on her bed, pivoting her ass into the covers.

She held her scaly toes down like she was holding folders of paper with them. Her legs were out like cranes with the lion humping into where they met. Oh gods, did that cock make a home inside her cave! It barged into her pussy and made such a noise! It took up all the room and shoved everything to the back wall.

It was too much. The nerves all over her body were on fire! She was so excited she couldn't even skree properly! The chaos of her body let her mind not make a proper thought. Thoughts on what position she could do next or how comfortable Frank were thrown off the stage. All there could be was pleasure.

When's the last time I fucked a lion, Terter asked herself.

Her mind went back through her history. Was it a year ago when she went to that party across town and Mitzi got drunk? That's as far as the thought went, though. Frank's cock dug up into her deepest core and the eagle reactively tweeted. Her eyes went wide and stupid like the lion's tip hit a button that turned off her brain.

The lion looked at Terter. Good mate, he thought with his minuscule brain. That's all he wanted was someone who was an attractive mate. And the eagle lady? The female made his dick hard. It felt so good to have his cock inside he eagle female's sex.

He groaned. The sides of his cock were having their fun rubbing the edges of Terter's hallways. His kettle was about to boil over. The lion gripped the eagle's thighs tight, and thrust faster. The kettle made a quiet whistle and the whistle got louder.

The lion squinted his eyes and let his loins go.

Semen spat out of his tip into the eagle lady's quarters. He clenched his jaw, rumbling like a car engine. More cum fired out his dick and the lion gave a quick roar. The ejaculating got more frequent and his roar got loud and long, shaking the room with their majestic volume.

Frank fired and Terter's bag got filled with the lion's milk. The pressure of a faucet hit her core and she went weak with a sensation that was too unknowable to be pleasure. The force of the lion dick spraying into her shook every foundation she had. She couldn't hold herself up and dropped onto the bed with a bounce of her curvy frame.

Frank moaned and growled, hunched over while he pumped into his eagle lover. The ejaculating settled and the lion caught his breath, opening his eyes again and letting his mouth hang open. Drool dripped down onto Terter's body. Jism crept out of Terter's cunt and glid down her body onto the bed.

The lion pulled out his cock and stood there, staring at Terter. He was still for a moment, looking contemplative. For a moment, Terter wondered if Frank was going to pop out of his dumbness and ruin their evening. Then he sat down on the ground, leaning against the bed and catching his breath.

Terter got up from the bed and sat down beside him. While Frank was in his refractory period, he got curious about the room again. The eagle rubbed herself, to keep her fire burning and to keep the idea of sex in the lion's dumb, dumb brain.

Frank sniffed at Terter. The female was a comfortable acquaintance. He grabbed at her large boobs and jiggled them like he was seeing if a fruit was ripe. Terter let the lion grope her, hoping it was the lion getting interested in sex again. The lion was a little rough with Terter's nipples but she enjoyed the brute's touch.

The lion leaned over and licked Terter's beak. The tongue rubbed on her beak roughly but Terter smirked and chuckled.

Terter rubbed her clawed toes down Frank's instep. She said, "Tell me, had you ever slept with an eagle back in your home world?"

The dumbed down lion didn't understand any word she uttered. He stared at her, and a desire rattled. He took his cock and got cranking.

Terter giggled. She was always up for a naked man jerking off in front of her, but the lion's cock got big and hard. Terter couldn't help herself. Her rubbing sped up as she got up off the ground. It took some willpower to rip her hand away from her cunt and suspend that physical pleasure swimming through her loins. The eagle lady hoisted herself over Frank's lap and dropped herself down on his cock. It slid in like a full set of clubs into a golf bag. She bit her beak and moaned.

On her knees, she jostled herself up and down the lion's dick. Frank's expression, relaxed. His eyes unfocused and he let his tongue hang out of his mouth while he panted. Terter couldn't help but do the same. She let her face go dumb and let her tongue stick out of her beak.

Drool flowed from her mouth and she giggled dumbly. What point was there to save face? No one was there but her and her dumb lover. Maybe having wetness on her chin would have aroused the lion even more. Maybe it got her horny. and she could feel her brain regress to the lion's level with every thrust up into her core.

She let herself make noise. She tweeted and screeched and squonked and honked and made any noise her instincts wanted. She wiggled her cunt around the lion's lap so his tower could shift into the sides of her vagina. That sausage pushed into her sides like a pickup truck. Her netherlips bundled up when they pushed against the lion's hard flesh.

It was too good. Terter's brain descended into the pool of ignorance. Slowly, it descended into the waters and submerged, she couldn't tell what was what. All things were faded away and unknowable.

She was a beast, only needing the feeling of her lion's rod jamming up her cooch. It was breath, food, and water all in one action. It was primal survival. It tasted good and refreshed her biles.

Her back tingled. An explosion was building inside her body. The electricity that arced around her insides grew fierce and numbed her rump. She pushed her elbows into her sides, cranked her feet around, and crunched her neck.

She came. She folded her toes into her soles and juice flowed down from her sex onto Frank's ball and thighs. The eagle cawed and screeched. She folded her knees down hard and squeezed out that orgasm like she was pumping water for a bucket! She clenched her fist and fired her orgasm all over her lover's center.

The lion joined her choir of sounds and roared high into the air! The semen flowed up his shaft and fired into the female. He filled her like a water bottle!

Terter's eyes went screwy. Her beak mangled. She cawed.

Juices flowed down onto the carpet and wet its fabrics. The lion and eagle fell into an exchange of heavy breaths.

Terter pulled herself off, Frank's dick smacking to the floor and the eagle's cooch dripping with ivory slime. They had done well.

The eagle moved herself to the side of the bed and rested.

They got their air back and Terter, probably hornier than her counterpart, got on her hands and knees and presented to Frank, giving a light caw to grab his attention. The lion got up and positioned himself behind Terter, getting down on his knees and draping himself over the eagle woman's back.

He barged inside and Terter went euphoric. That cock fit inside her like a meteor into the earth. Her mind exploded with joy and her body felt like it was stretching out to hold all that cock. Her perception of the world weakened and she got lost in the thrill of the lion's huge dick drilling up her sex.

They grunted. Both of them grunted like cavemen, letting themselves break down into a duet of dumb rumbles. The lion gave her some urk urk urk and Terter returned with ung ung ung. Their pea-brained conversation helped the eagle embrace the erotic simplicity of letting the lion carve out her cave.

There was barely an IQ between either of them. Using his 14" cock, Frank had brought down his eagle master to his primal level. Terter cawed. She was [i]proud[/i] to be as dumb as her lion lover. She was happy to have joined him in stupidity! No worries, no thoughts-- just hot sex on the floor like the beasts they were!

When Terter had enough of doggystyle, she turned around and whipped her legs out for the lion and he came down on her and fell into her embrace. She wrapped her feet around him and held him close, wanting that lion cock of his to break her pelvis. She giggled, drooling, and stared wildly into space. It's all she needed was his dick.

What position she should have tried next was a question she could have tried to ask herself but she would have never been able to finish that thought. Her mind was consumed with the absolute joy of her core being rammed by humongous lion rod. Every time it hit that deep it was like her brain flushed all thought. She would be thinking about how nice it was to spread her legs over the bed and then the head of Frank's dick would hit the back of Terter's cave and all brain activity would cease.

When she got on the bed it was not a decision of a thinking individual but the whim of a beast no smarter than a potted plant hanging by the windowsill. She spread her leg and tweeted, and her mate crawled on the bed and into her as expected.

The two beasts rutted, drooling and making only animal noises. Only one of them had been thrown into a pit of animality because of trauma but in that moment, there was no different between them. Terter, the animal, wanted her mate's body so bad.

Terter crunched her knees and braced herself. Her pot was about to explode again...! A wave went down her loins and she screamed in joy, laughing and cawing into the night! Juices escaped from where her vagina met Frank's cock and the bed was drizzled with her love essence.

Even having spent her orgasm, she let Frank pump into her because it wouldn't have been long before her horny would return. The two mated well into the night, like they had met in the forest and needed to produce offspring by fall.

Frank awoke.

Immediately he noticed something was weird. His body felt large and itchy. Was he naked? He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar room, then brought his eyes down to his body. He looked at his hands and saw a snout in front of him. What was going on?

His breathing picked up. He looked at his furred torso and legs and felt his face. What happened? He flipped out of bed and looked at himself.

Terter moaned and woke up. She turned her beaky face to Frank and smiled. "Good morning."

Frank stared at her in terror and whimpered. Nothing was right.

Terter sighed. It was always a risk taking a new zooman home, she reminded herself.

"W-what's going on?" asked Frank.

"Don't you remember?" asked Terter, sliding out of bed.

Frank fell his head into his massive clawed hand. It was yesterday at class. The teacher turned everyone into animals, including Frank. He [i]wanted[/i] to be a lion. But then... his mind faded. He couldn't remember much after that.

"I... think," said Frank.

Terter walked up to Frank and took his hand. She patted his shoulders, saw that the casual touch didn't mean anything to him, then leaned in to give him a hug. Frank stood there, hugged by someone who was practically a stranger, but it felt nice... and not just because she was a naked lady with her nipples poking into his body!

"It's ok," said Terter, "It happens."

Terter released him and Frank looked around the room. It was a room, like anyone he had ever known, but even going beyond the fact that he was now a lion and he was with an eagle lady, he had the sense that he was no longer on Earth.

"Where am I?" asked Frank.

Terter chortled. "That will take a couple minutes to explain."

He looked at Terter then himself. He cupped his hands around his crotch. "Am I supposed to be naked? Are lions not supposed to wear clothes?"

Terter laughed! She took a hand to Frank's side. "We can find you some clothes." She looked around the room for the clothes she removed last night. "I was thinking of getting dressed myself."

Frank awoke naked. Terter awoke naked. In the same bed. He put the math together.

"Did we have sex?" said Frank.

Terter grinned. "A lot of it."

Frank snickered. He blushed and scratched the back of his neck, smiling and looking away nervously. "[i]Wow...![/i]"

Terter stepped forward and took Frank's hands, looking sincere into his eyes. "Whatever happens, you're safe, alright? Especially with me."

Frank hesitated but then smiled. "Alright."

One more hug. Frank was scared but the eagle lady had a trusting look to her. And she was also very, very sexy!

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