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Prometheus War

Chapter 4: My, What Big Teeth You Have

Mike stirs from unknown hours of sleep, with a wince he opens his brown eyes and blinks at the grayed out view of the room around him. He can tell the lights are off, but his vision is clear even if the colors are washed out. Feeling a light pressure on his chest he looks down and sees Lisa pillowing her head on his wide and now cream fur covered chest. She is sharing the bed with him and is down to just a tank-top and a pair of panties. No blanket cover either of them, but she seems to be quite warm cuddled up with his furred body. With slow and careful movements he lifts his right hand to stroke her long black hair with as light a touch as he can manage. He notices the bandages wrapped on his hands and arms and reminds himself, 'Oh yeah, I hurt myself. But, why can't I remember how?'

His gentle petting of her hair stirs Lisa to wakefulness. "Mmmm," she sighs and opens her green eyes to smile at him. "Good morning, did you sleep well?" she asks.

He nods and in a raspy purring voice that sounds nothing like he used to, "Yeah, but I don't remember anything after the process started than pain." Lifting his left arm to show the wrapped bandages to her he frowns in concern, "What happened?"

She sits up and takes his much larger hand in both of hers and strokes his bandages with delicate touches a she explains, "Something went wrong during your transformation. They told me the serum worked too fast and your mind couldn't keep up with the physical strain and changes to your body. You broke free of your restraints and the four soldiers trying to hold you down. A couple got injured trying to restrain you, but you were in a berserk state they think, your new body reacting on instinct. No one else was seriously hurt, which I understand was fortunate, apparently those who go through this procedure are more durable than an unaltered human."

She looks down sadly at the bandages that wrap his arms and hands, wiping a tear away from her own eye, "You hurt yourself breaking free and running away after a member of the security detail tried to tranquilize you. It failed and sent you into more of a rage apparently. They cornered you in a hallway using thick blast doors where you started trying to beat your way through those same solid steel blast doors. They let me in to see you and when you did you seemed to calm down. You said my name and came out of your rage."

He nods, biting his bottom lip with a careful fang, "I remember that part, I remember seeing you and the world came back into view, then I saw my bloody hands." He pauses for a moment and thinks, his brow furrowed, "Then, I think I passed out," he says as he looks up from his hands.

She nods as she reaches up to stroke his furred brow and brush a few strands of his unruly blond hair from his face, "You did. Afterwards, Garou came in and ordered you transported to a room to recover and gave approval to let me stay with you. He figured it would do you good to have a friendly face to wake up to," she smiles.

The giant cat-man sighs and closes his eyes in joy at the feeling of her touch on his brow and cheek, nuzzling his cheek into her open palm, "Am I safe to be around? If I hurt myself and others, is it safe for you to be around me?" He turns away from her to hide his face as he feels tears welling up to trail down his cheeks. "I might have made a mistake, I'm a monster now aren't I?"

She lets go of his hand to grip his furred cheeks and forces him to look her in the eye as her thumbs trace the wet tear tracks through his fur, "Mike, I've known you for a long time, we've dated for long enough for me to know the real you. Even as big as you are now, I don't fear you. You might be bigger, stronger," she smiles and lets out a giggle, "furrier, but you're still the man I love." Standing she leans over and kisses his nosepad with a soft press of her lips.

He blinks his eyes to clear the tears as his eyes cross to focus on his nose at the end of his muzzle where she holds the kiss a few moments longer. "Rrrrrr," he starts to purr, the rumbling coming from deep in his chest. Lisa breaks the kiss to rest her head on his wide muscular chest and listen to his purr mixed with the steady beat of his heart, her fingers playing through the light cream fur of his front.

This leads him to realize something he didn't notice before, he is currently only wearing his fur. Past her head on his chest he can see his equipment has changed a bit, he can still feel his maleness, but it is tucked into a thick furry animal like sheath rather than hanging out as it has his entire life. He tries not to react to his nudity and pretends he's just in his boxers, furry boxers, very furry boxers that are literally skin tight and leave nothing to the imagination. 'Did she see me nude?' runs through his mind but he calms it nearly as fast, 'We've seen each other nude before, I'm just bigger and hairier now.'

Lisa lifts her head and smiles up at him, a twinkle in her eye, "You're just my big bad kitty cat now."

"Hummf," he chuffs as he brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking with a feathery touch against her smooth skin. She nuzzles into his palm, feeling the feline style pawpads there rub against her skin before giving it a kiss in response. "Does that make you Little Red Riding Hood?" he asks. "Do you have a basket you're taking to grandma's house through the dangerous woods?"

She smirks before breaking into a giggle and locking her gaze with his, her eyes widening, "My, what big eyes you have," she quotes the old tale.

He smirks at her comment and plays along, "The better to see you with, my dear."

She reaches up to scritch him behind one large rounded ear and gives a mischievous giggle as she continues, "My, what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my dear. Ppprrrrr," he purrs under the gentle touch of her hand. The sensation new, but natural at the same time as her nails rake through his fur, feeling heavenly to the sensitive flesh there.

Her face goes more shocked and wide eyed as her hand traces his body from his ear, down his chest, across his toned stomach, to find a purchase on and griping the furred package between his legs, "My, what a big manhood you have!"

His ears perk up with surprise at her touch as he feels her fingers grip the sheath that contains his limp shaft and gives it a few strokes before shifting lower to cradle his large and now more furred family jewels. "Ah... Um.. What are you doing?" he asks, a nervous tremor in his new, deeper voice as the purring continues against his will.

She gives him a wicked grin and coos in a sultry tone, "Just examining one of the... 'benefits' of your change." She hefts his larger that human scrotum and the large egg sized jewels it contains with a giggle, enjoying her teasing game with him, "Now, respond to the line properly."

His ears lower in embarrassment and he rumbles a few words that can barely be heard over the vibrations of his purring.

Lisa shifts her hand up from his balls to stroke his furred sheath and tease the tip of his pink member from its opening, her thumb stroking over the sensitive head as she does, "What was that? I can't hear you my big bad kitty."

The insides of his ears turn a deeper red and his facial fur bristles in a blush, "The better to breed you with, my dear."

She smirks and moves her hand from his sheath to the pink shaft as it slips further from its warm and furry home, "I think you mean, the better to fuck me with." Leaning in she gives him a kiss on his lips, her tongue darting in to caress and explore his fangs. He parts his teeth enough to let his rough feline tongue reach her smooth one. After a little tongue wrestling she pulls back and pants for breath. "That is interesting," she says with a smile.

"Interesting?" he asks, feeling his own pulse starting to rise from her ministrations and an odd but enticing odor in the room tingles his new sense of smell.

She leans in to nuzzle him under his chin, "Mmmhmm... I think I'm going to like that new tongue of yours." She gives his still hardening member a grip, a trickle of thin pre leaking out to lubricate her hand on his length, "And I'm really going to enjoy this."

Mike closes his eyes in pleasure, his purr continuing to rumble, "That certainly feels good." Opening his eyes again he looks down at his crotch, his eyes widening in surprise, "Um... Are you sure you're going to enjoy getting split in half?"

She continues to stroke him, her fingers not quite touching her thumb as she slides up and down his pink shaft, "Oh, I think I can handle you, you could never hurt me."

He gulps as he eyes the monster reaching full mast from his loins. He lifts his hand to turn her face towards his crotch and her eyes do widen in real surprise, "Oh, wow..." she sighs. "You were big before, now you're a monster." She licks her lips and scoots downward, bringing his shaft to her eye level so she can study it in more detail.

He reaches down to stroke her long black hair back from her face, "I think it might be too big now."

She reaches up to boop him on the nose with a finger, "We don't know if we don't try." She licks her lips again before she leans in and runs her tongue along the length of his manhood.

The soft wetness of her tongue running along the heat of his shaft is sensual and he moans, mixing the sound with his rumbling purr, "Mmmmmrrrrr."

She looks up at him with a mischievous smile twinkling in her eyes. Moving her hand down to the base of his shaft she holds the girthy length upward, a spear ready to impale. Smoothing a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear with the other hand she takes the head of his shaft into her mouth eliciting a moan of her own, "Mmmmm." The vibrations this transmits through his shaft seems to settle in his nuts, churning their contents.

Mike removes his hand from her head and grips the mattress under them, his claws unknowingly shredding the fabric in the process. His hips thrust upwards instinctively, and Lisa lets another inch of his length slip into her waiting mouth. As his hips settle to the bed again she follows, keeping her gains and seeking to add a little more. One hand starts to pump the length between the opening of his sheath and her mouth while her other slips into her own panties in search of her own fertile plains of pleasure.

"Liiiisaaaa," he hisses as the enticing aroma he noticed earlier becomes more prominent. 'It's gotta be her arousal,' he thinks to himself as he feels his balls churning, begging to empty themselves into her willing mouth. 'What is it doing to me? I've never been this horny before. I know Garou said he could smell her on me, but this is intense. She smells so good.'

She removes the first third of his shaft from her mouth to stroke the entire length, holding it against her cheek as she licks her lips and looks up at him with a primal hunger. Her voice a teasing coo, "Not holding out on me are you? I'm not putting all this work in to not get a treat from my big, bad, kitty." She giggles at the look of concentration of his face as she takes as much of him back into her warm mouth as she can handle.

The sensations passing through his groin as she speeds up her stroking and suction to a fevered state. Mixed with the joint smell of their arousal in the enclosed room he can hold back no more. It's all too much and he roars as his balls pull up and his shaft starts to twitch in her hands and mouth. Letting go of his shaft with one hand Lisa brings it to her crotch and shivers at the primal sound from her lover as the first thick spasms of hybrid spunk starts to erupt from him and fill her mouth. She starts to gulp as much as she can down her throat but the flood is intense and she has to choose between gagging on his flood or breathing, breathing wins out and she pulls herself off his shaft with a cough. Several thick ropes of white splatter across her face and tank-top, coating her in his feline spunk.

As his eruption starts to fade she wipes some of his discharge up with a finger only to lick it clean, "Mmmm, I think my kitty tastes better now too."

There is a pounding at the door, "Miss, is everything alright in there?" someone asks.

She blushes as she calls out, "Yes, everything is fine." She gives Mike a wink and holds her still wet finger to her lips in the universal sign for him to stay silent.

"What about the lad? We heard a roaring," another voice asks. "Does he need to be sedated again? Should we get a doctor or nurse?"

"No," she replies, "Everything is just fine, he was just letting off some pressure."

There is a brief whisper that she can't hear, but Mike's new sensitive hearing can pick it out though, "Does she mena what I think she means?"

"I think she does," the other voice responds, "Leave them be, she must be brave to take on that big cat so casually." The second voice calls out loud enough for them both to hear, "Alright miss, call us if there any problems. We're just down the hall if you need anything."

She lets loose a soft chuckle as she cuddles against Mike, her hand still stroking his spent and overly sensitive member, "Alright, but I got everything I need well in hand currently."

Mike can hear the pair of footsteps leaving the area outside the door and sighs, "That was close, and embarrassing."

She smiles, her hand still fondling his manhood as she rests her head on his chest again, "But from your reaction it must have felt good, right?"

He gives her a grin, "It did, I won't deny that." He lowers his head to kiss the top of her head, stroking her hair with one of his still bandaged hands. "I love you, Lisa. I will never harm you," he reassures her and reaffirms to himself.

She gives a content sigh, closing her eyes while her hand still plays with his crotch like a favorite fidget toy, "I know Mike, I love you too my big sexy beast."

The continue to cuddle on the bed, Mike enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm and Lisa enjoying the feeling of his large furry warm body against her own body. Her constant fondling and the enticing aroma of aroused female in the room restores life to his length in only minutes, far faster than it would have before the transformation. She looks down at his member and bites her lip, "Are you up for more?"

He opens his brown eyes and looks down to see his length standing proud at full salute again, "Part of me clearly is."

Lisa smiles and climbs on top of him to straddle his hips, the hard length of him wedged against the crease of her wet panties, sandwiched between their bodies. Grabbing the hem of her tank-top she pulls the garment over her head, revealing her toned stomach and firm breasts to his gaze. She reaches down and takes one of his large hands to place it on her breast, "Don't be afraid to touch, I'm not made of glass."

He rubs her flesh with his hand, the pawpads on his palm giving a different but enjoyable sensation as the textured flesh crosses her stiff and sensitive nipples eliciting a coo from her, "Ooooh!"

Smiling down at him she starts to gyrate her hips, stroking his length with her wet fabric covered sex. "Save a horse, ride a cat boy," she giggles.

He teases back, "I think there might be a few equine hybrids out there who would disagree."

She smirks, "Maybe, but they're not my lover. Now, I think there was something about this being better to fuck me with?" She arches an eyebrow with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

He places his hands on her hips as she reaches down to move her panties aside, allowing her wet and slippery vagina to slide along the hard length of his hot member, slicking it with her feminine nectar and ramping up the smell of female arousal in the room without the fabric to obscure any of it. "Mmmrrr," he purrs as he picks her up, lifting her hips to free his trapped member to spring upward. With it poised as a pike ready to impale her he nestles the sensitive head against the wet entrance to her tight tunnel. With care he lowers her, letting her own weight force the head of his shaft into her vice like tunnel's entrance. The wet arousal there only able to provide so much lubrication to help.

"Ahh!" Lisa cries out at the sensation of just the thick head piercing her canal. "God, that's good," she coos as she reaches down to rub the wetness where they're joined. She huffs as he stops pulling her down and she starts to bounce, each movement forcing a little more of his length into her with corresponding moans of pleasure.

Mike grits his teeth at the tightness of her flesh stretched around his girth as he mumbles, "You've never been this tight before. God, I don't know how much more i can get in you."

Lisa smirks down at him from where she kneels, impaled on his fleshy spear, "You've never been this big before, and I'm going to take all I can." She lifts herself up is shaft until just the blunt head is still inside and then relaxes her legs and lets her slight weight drive her downward onto him, sinking a full half of his girth into her tunnel. She rubs her abdomen and the slight bulge caused by the thick intruder inside her. "Mmmm," she moans. "This monster might end up in my lungs instead of my uterus," she teases.

He tries to hold still, fighting the natural urge to thrust himself up and into her. His primal side in enjoying the tightness of this young female giving herself to him. His civilized mind maintains the control though, and his promise to never hurt her. He certainly doesn't want to hurt her during their love making, that's for sure.

Lisa starts to bounce again, lifting until his length is almost free of her grip then dropping to once again impale herself with a moan, "Oooh!" Getting just over half his length into her loins she stops bouncing and starts grinding her hips, rubbing his shaft inside and against her dripping folds. Reaching for his chest she runs her hands through his fur before she grips tight and speeds up her gyrations, "Gimme!"

He grips her hips, his claws poking out just a little to tease her soft skin with the danger of their sharpness, but he doesn't let the beast take over entirely. He pulls her down just a little more and she arches her back in pleasure, feeling the head of his length press against her cervix and rub there. "AAAHH!!!" she screams as her tunnel tightens further, a splash of feminine nectar soaking his crotch and coating his balls, matting his fur with the flood. Gritting his teeth he lifts her as his hips give a sudden thrust upwards, no more of his length enters her, but she feels the shaft swell, twitch, and finally erupt like a geyser within her. "YES!!!" she shouts as her back arches even more, thrusting her breasts out and towards her lover.

Mike lets loose with a moaning purr of his own, suppressing the roar that wants to tear itself from his throat and declare his feelings for this female, "Proooowl!!!" He leans up and forward with a surge of strength to take one of her inviting nipples into his mouth where he gives a few brief licks of his rough tongue over her sensitive bud before he clamps his lips to suckle like a hungry kitten at his mom's tit. She grips the back of his head, smashing his muzzle into her breast as the sensations add to the strength and pleasure of her orgasm. The final stimulus is when he takes the bud of her nipple between his fangs and bites, just enough for her to feel the danger of his teeth, but not quiet enough to break the soft skin.

They stay like that for many minutes, his manhood pumping virile seed into her womb, her legs going weak as she clings to him and he to her. When their muscles unlock from the intense pleasure she falls forward onto him as he leans back, her head pillowing on his broad furry chest. A weak hand comes up to trace through the cream fur, her voice interupted by her gasps as she tries to catch her breath, "That... was the best... sex we've... ever had..."

He leans his head down to lap at the top of her head a few times and give hers a soft and loving kiss. "Yes, yes it was," he agrees. Wrapping his arms around her he holds her to him to keep her warm, her warmth still wrapped around a good portion of his member. In the dark room, the lovers drift back to sleep in each other's arms, unknowing about teh small camera in the corner of the room that had been observing them.

The short female bunny hybrid sitting at her desk smiles as she shuts off the video feed that had been left on to monitor the safety of the girl who had stayed with her changed boyfriend after his episode of berserk rage. "It's good to kow you can still be tender young man, it means you can control yourself."

She wipes her hand casually on a town and zips her pants back up before she taps the desk communicator and a wolfish visage appears. "This is Garou," the commander of Project Prometheus answers. "You have an update on our new recruit?"

She nods, "I do, I am pleased to report that he is showing to be in full control of himself now. I think he will be an asset to the teams. We'll give him another day or two to get used to his new body before we put him through the usual trials would be my recommendation."

The Commander nods in agreement, "Very well, I'll defer to your expertise. How's the girl, Lisa was it?"

The bunny smiles, "She's doing fine and appears to have accepted his as he in now, fur, fangs, size, and all."

He smiles, "That's good, that lad talked about her like she was his whole world. Would be a shame to have lost her after he went through the process to help protect her."

She shrugs her shoulder, "I don't think there's going to be any chance of that. I'll call you later with further updates. They are both resting now, and I think that is the best for him. He exhausted himself between the transformation and the rage event."

At his quiet nod the screen goes blank and she settles back into her seat. She clicks her mouse to save the recording of the pair's love making to a special folder only she has access to. "For later review," she mutters to herself.

All characters unless otherwise stated are the intellectual property of Chris Gilman [aka. Goliath Wildcat] Story © Copyright Christopher Gilman 2014-2024 all rights reserved