FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Julie couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't just the way the transducer pushed through that cold gel and into her belly fur, but what it entailed. Doctor Sinyan was searching for signs of life in her womb, a womb she didn't have six years ago. If you asked her back then as a depressed human male where she'd be in six years, she'd suggest six feet under, not an anthro feline woman with a skunk wife and a womb. But here she was, watching her cheetah doctor give her an ultrasound while her wife Kiera and her good friend Hunter, still in her hyena body, held her paws in support.

She could feel her breath get heavy, the wait was killing her. She wanted to know for sure whether they were getting a boy, a girl, or a full-on litter. Julie knew whatever it turned out to be, she and Kiera would love them unconditionally, but the prospect of giant litter of kittens was admittedly stressful for the working cat. Sure she had a great support system in all her new anthro friends and filmmakers, but based off her relatively brief experience as one of them, it seemed it was a daunting thing to raise an entire litter when you weren't part of a large pack/pride/herd/etc. It was something she knew she'd accept wholeheartedly, however. Whatever challenges awaited, the feline knew that she and Kiera would take it on with the love and grace their cubs deserved.

The Siamese cat grasped her partners' paws tighter. After all, Hunter was the “father” of these kittens, and she agreed to being as much a part of their lives as she could. Julie looked up at the hyena woman she had become, toned and fit, mature and brimming with charisma now that she was a full-on A-lister. She knew her cubs would inherit the fellow ex-human's special je ne sais quoi, while her lovely wife Kiera would for sure raise them to be as humble and kind as she was. As she watched them loom above her, holding her paws with love and support in their eyes, she knew she had little to worry about, because she had a helluva team on her side.

Sinyan continued rubbing the transducer all around Julie's belly. The cheetah was an experienced OB-GYN, trusted enough in the medical community to have become the defacto doctor that celebrities felt comfortable going to for their post-mating season pregnancies. He felt honored to have been chosen by these rising stars in the culture, though it also meant the cheetah had to practice his discretion. He wouldn't wanna give the tabloid gossip rags any fuel to exploit the current Ruttweiler mania that had taken the URA by storm ever since Hunter's debut.

“Be honest,” Julie finally let out while facing her wife and baby 'daddy', “If it is a litter, what amount of kittens would you scoff at?”

“Hun, we've been over this,” Kiera said comfortingly, “We'll love and be happy with whatever we get.”

“I know, I know, I'm not discounting that. But like, if it's over a dozen...”

“Heh, of course I'd be freaked out with a large number like that. But I'd know I could handle it as long as we're together.” Kiera leaned in to nuzzle her wife lovingly, which Julie happily reciprocated. The Siamese cat then turned to Hunter.

“What about you? Any limits?”

Hunter shrugged her tan-furred shoulders, “Honestly, just one would feel like a lot for me to handle.”

Julie made a tiny giggle. “Fair. I forget you've still only been an ex-human for less than a year.”

“Hehe, give it an hour,” Kiera teased. “Those hyena breeding instincts still need to recover after the thorough mating you just got. Then you'll be begging for five hundred cubs! Hahah!”

Hunter's ears couldn't help but redden at the statement, which she couldn't even contest as she knew it was true deep down. Her pebbled nose sniffed and managed to catch another scent. The yeen gal turned to the cheetah doctor performing the procedure, himself even wafting some pheromones after the breeding talk that just transpired. Heh, he must be a fan of our films, she thought. Perhaps he's excited knowing we just wrapped filming on a new one. Here's hoping he's at the theater opening day~

The line of thought stopped when Sinyan's ears perked, catching something on the monitor. “I think I got 'em! Let's see...” As he continued rubbing the transducer, Julie and Kiera's tails lashed at the implication.

“'Them'? He said 'them' yeah?” Julie asked excitedly. Kiera could only grasp her paw tighter.

Sinyan managed a chuckle as he finally stopped his transducer at a good spot. “Yup. It looks like you guys are the proud mothers of twin kittens, one boy and one girl.”

The floor seemed to fall from under the three mammal women, leaving them floating. Not a litter, nor a single cub, but twins! Twin kittens, half-siamese and half-snow leopard, but all-cute! The three were immediately giddy with the prospect, imagining those cute little cubs being held in their arms, playing, flexing their paws, wriggling their tiny tails. It was all so vivid to them already, so tangible. This once abstract prospect of having a cub could now be visualized clearly, and it felt beautiful.

“Oh my god,” Julie exclaimed happily, forgetting to use the plural 'gods' as her natural-born human side peeked out. She turned to Kiera with the largest fanged smile she could muster. “We're having twins! We're having twins, we're having twins!” They could hardly contain their excitement as they hugged and nuzzled deeply, awash with excitement for their impending motherhood.

Hunter watched from the sidelines, happy for them but feeling awkwardly out of place. Even though she was responsible for impregnating her friend, it still felt a little weird getting in the way of the true parents of these cubs, the ones who would care for them 24/7 while she kept one foot firmly planted in the human world.

The promise she made to her father was dredged up again, how he wanted the next generation of Slates to have the kind of life they never got. It got Hunter thinking... what if she wanted her future kids to be, well, not-human. Would her father look down from whatever afterlife he was in, comfortable knowing his grandchildren would be feline, canine, whatever? Even beyond these questions, it got her back in the habit of identifying herself as female again, growing less and less in sync with her male human self back home. A million different things were bouncing in her mind, loosening her grip on her human identity in somewhat uncomfortable ways.

Just who was she now? And could she ever meaningfully go back to being Terry?

“Hey! Huntress!” Kiera shouted. The hyena female turned to the couple, both facing their partner in motherhood with joyous looks on their muzzles. “Get back here and join in the hug!” the skunk ordered, wanting her ex-human friend to be included in their reverie.

It was enough to allow Hunter to put her identity crisis in the back of her mind once more, smiling and moving in to join the couple in a nice group hug. No matter what the current yeen felt about herself, she couldn't be happier for the married couple, overjoyed to be part of their family.

“Yes, they are very healthy so far,” Doctor Sinyan continued. “No health defects of any kind, which I know is always a worry for kittens of mixed parentage. Sometimes the genes of small and big felines don't play nice, but these little kits are healthy as can be.”

“Thank the gods,” Kiera said before leaning in to kiss her wife on the cheek. Meanwhile, Hunter broke off from the couple to step closer to Sinyan and ask a more personal question.

“And they're full-on kittens, yeah?” she started. “There's no trace of human DNA in the mix? No complications with that stuff?”

Sinyan sighed, knowing the ex-human's question would be coming. “It's too soon to say right now. I'm as new to this human stuff as any other doctor here. We know so little about your genetic makeup, even with the samples you and Julie have donated. What I do know is that you are currently 100% hyena, no detectable trace of human left. And that goes for all your other forms. I think it's safe to say these cubs won't have to worry about genetic complications or transformative side effects of any kind.”

Hunter let out a sigh of relief, happy that her new offspring would be given a relatively normal life among their peers when they're born. Julie reached out to hold her paw. “Don't worry, Hunter. We've talked plenty with Allison about this. None of her pups have had these issues either.”

The hyenine woman shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, I suppose. Don't really know what I was so worried about...”

“Hey, it's okay,” Sinyan said comfortingly. “Every new parent goes through this. It's instinctual.”

Hunter nearly crumpled at what Sinyan said. Her being considered a parent was one thing. She agreed to be the cubs' godparent and wanted to give Kiera the credit she clearly deserved, but then the cheetah said “instinctual” and fuck... Hunter couldn't deny she felt something in the pit of her gut— something that made her feel parental responsibility, yet well aware that she already agreed to a more diminished role.

Instinct was a funny new thing she wasn't used to. It was the true equalizer of the anthro world. You can't deny it, you can't lie to it, it just lays yourself bare. If instinct was telling her she counted as a parent, then fuck, that must be true. And she did feel it, the call to care for her loved ones, provide for the mother, just as much as Kiera had. She just had to accept it, even when she went back to her human body. Even then, it likely won't go away.

---

Since the premiere of the first two films, Ruttweiler Studios' wrap parties had been held in increasingly higher class venues, and tonight's was no exception. Held in the private event room of the beautiful pasta joint Esmerelda's with the whole crew present, everyone got to celebrate not just the completion of shooting but Julie and Kiera's twins. Kit Bellfry was even present, choosing to give the two wives a toast upon hearing the good news, as well as thank Rudd for the opportunity of a lifetime.

As the hours passed, drinks were had by everyone (except the expectant mother), food was imbibed, and flirts were given, the alcohol giving way to a predictably horny atmosphere. Everyone's musks filled the room and their feral selves couldn't help but come out to play. Normally, restaurants in the anthro world would throw a slight fit at having to clean up after their patrons' orgy, but with Ruttweiler and Hunter Prey's newfound status as A-listers known for their pornographic offerings, the crew was able to hold more debauched wrap parties and have the venue employees be grateful to “clean” their fluids.

Hunter decided to take in some of Flissa's cloaca after missing out on it last mating season, and it completely took her by surprise. So different it was from the knots and barbs she had gotten used to, it was a whole new beast with a taste all its own. She could feel the hawk's talons dig into her mane, pushing her nose deeper into the cloaca for a full-on muzzlefucking. The feel of her feathers against her fur was itself an unprecedented experience, and she couldn't help but wag her little tail at still managing to find new sensations to please her in this wonderfully diverse world.

The sounds of rutting and fucking overtook her flat ears, creating a haze of moans she could lose herself to as she moved her maw up from Flissa's groin to her muzzle. Kissing a girl with a beak was strange, to say the least, but not entirely unpleasant. The hawk certainly made up for some of the discomfort with her larger tongue, which filled the hyena's mouth and massaged her inner muzzle. All the while, Flissa got to use her enormous talons on Hunter's pussy, giving her a taste of what Jordana got months ago at the Pine Slope lodge.

The thrum of pleasure that coursed through her fur was indescribable, sending the new hyena into a feral state. Hunter proceeded to bite down on the avian's shoulder, treating Flissa like freshly caught prey. The hawk couldn't help but screech into the air and cling her other hand's talons upon the yeen's buttocks, bringing Hunter to yip loudly as faint scratch marks formed on her pelt.

Tongue panting like wild, Hunter was back in cloud 9. She loved her new life, loved all the new ways she could explore her many bodies, loved all the people she worked with, and loved being an absolute slut. But before she could make a mental note in her mind to try to get involved in some orgies back in the human world, her eyes drifted to the left, and her smile dropped a little.

Near the center of the room was Kit Bellfry and Rudd Wyler, making passionate love with one another. The rottweiler was utterly pounding the puma's ass with his red rocket, turning the feline porn star into his little bitch for the night. And as Hunter caught a glimpse of the two going at it, she felt something. It wasn't jealousy, no. She was far from petty enough to make a stink about promiscuity in the anthro world. But she did feel something in the same ballpark. Like she was... missing out.

With no malice for Kit in the slightest, Hunter still couldn't help but feel that should be her taking in Rudd's knot. Or kissing his big, wet, slobbery lips. Caressed in his arms...

Fuck! It was too much! They had promised to keep things (mostly) professional, but by now the writing was on the wall. Hunter liked being with Clive — Rudd's true name he never let anyone else use. She liked talking movies with him, the way his tail wagged when directing a great rut scene, his smile, the way he'd always do a little feral snarl when really reaming someone with his cock... preferably her.

At the same time, she was just getting to enjoy being an anthro A-lister. She didn't wanna complicate things with a sordid relationship with her own director. Even with anthro standards being what they are, the human in her kept reminding her that this was not on the level. No matter how much she wanted to further this thing they had going, she knew she wanted her unwavering sense of morality and professionalism to be the one thing she kept from her human self.

…...............but one date wouldn't hurt, right?

Letting out a light moan, Hunter slyly separated herself from Flissa's taloned finger and kissed her beak before turning to another gal pal of her's.

“Doe? Would you keep an eye on this bird for me? There's something I have to do...”

Doe Adira, who was in the middle of penetrating the new cameramonkey, nodded to the two of them. “Come here, Fliss. Let mama take care of you~” Reaching her arm to pull Flissa into her embrace, Doe tenderly began to kiss all over her feathered neck.

Meanwhile, Hunter padded toward the rottweiler and puma, licking her jowls. She was a gods-damned star and dammit she was going to get what she wanted. Stopping just a couple inches from the fornicating men, Hunter loomed over Rudd as he looked up at his hyenine star.

“Care for a third wheel?” she half-joked. Rudd stopped his thrusting to raise an eyebrow at the ex-human. Kit ceased his moans upon realizing he wasn't getting reamed anymore and turned to face the two mammals eyefucking each other. The puma smirked to himself. He knew when he wasn't needed anymore, and he certainly knew he and his pride would be getting a go at that canine ass later...

---

“Arf! Harder, Clive! Harderrrrr!! YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP! YI— AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

Hunter felt the torrent of doggy cum shoot through her yeen pussy like a bullet. Rudd/Clive finally panted with exhaustion at the release he just gave and received himself, the two collapsing together into the bathroom's tile floor. The sounds of the rest of the crew mating could be heard through the door, but in here it was just them, hearing each other's breaths, smelling each other's musk. It was hard to deny what was hanging in the air.

Clive was the first to break the silence. “It's funny. Every time I mate with you feels brand new. I wonder why that is.”

“Har har,” Hunter laughed at obvious joke before leaning in to kiss the rottweiler's lips. They stayed there, lost in each other's tongues for a moment, before eventually letting go and gazing into each other's eyes. “I'm not gonna get pregnant from this, am I?”

Clive couldn't help but chuckle at that. “Nah, we unfortunately don't crossbreed like that.”

“'Unfortunately,' you say?” she replied with a teasing lilt, one that made the inside of Clive's ears turn beet red.

“Sorry. All this energy and the announcement of Julie's twins... It's not uncommon to let your breeding instinct take over, sometimes.”

“Heh, can't say I don't feel it either.”

“Yeah, and now look at you. Cub daddy to your best friends' twins. I can't imagine how that feels in your position.”

Hunter let out a long sigh as she tried to come up with the words. “You know... It doesn't feel all that daunting. If anything, Julie and Kiera gave me a gift. Like, I get to have a trial run before I decide to really get serious about kids. And trust me, it's going to happen sooner or later.”

Fucking hell, he better not ask if he sees himself in that possibility, Hunter thought.

Gods' sake, don't fuck this up and ask if you see yourself in that possibility, Clive thought at the same time.

The rottweiler swallowed the thought up and cleared his throat. “I guess I can see that. No need to get carried away when you're not a full-time anthro yet.”

“Exactly. Obviously it's not what I planned a year ago, but the more I think about it, the more I realize what a good arrangement it is. I feel... lucky, to have been asked.”

“About as lucky as you felt when I chose you to be our star?”

“Heh. More or less.” The two's shared giggles transitioned smoothly into another long kiss, their muzzles intertwining in a passionate tonguedance... that is, until Hunter broke off to chuckle some more. “Heheh, sorry. This body and its giggles. I almost feel stoned.”

The two went silent and got lost in each other's eyes again, awkwardly unable to continue the conversation. The heat between their bodies was reaching an all-time high, and both were waiting for the other to break the ice.

Hunter's heart pounded in her chest. Just say it, you bitch. Ask this handsome rottweiler man out. Just one date, nothing too crazy. Ask him out to dinner. A movie. A bar. Whatever. Fucking be a gods-damn Lady and take this Tramp out! With all her might, she forced her muzzle-muscles to eke something, anything out!

“Hey—”

“So I was gonna—”

They both shut their maws upon realizing the torturously awkward interruption they gave each other. “Shit, uh,” Clive stammered, “D-Do you wanna—?”

“No, no, you go first,” Hunter said, immediately regretting it as soon as it came out of her mouth.

“'Kay, well... I got a call from Genetic Research before all the rutting started.”

“Really?”

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you: after the shoot, I sent your transformation footage to the DGR.”

“Already? What for??”

“Isn't it obvious?? You turned into the exact species Kit wanted to turn you into, the first time we got an intended result!”

“I just thought it was a happy coincidence.”

“Well, it's not. Because the Department of Genetic Research answered me back immediately, saying that they may have a new hypothesis that could potentially help us have better control of your transformations.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Yeah! This could be huge, Hunter! We can shoot a rutfilm with the Moonblood Pack like we wanted! We can make better-themed sets and scenarios tailor-made for your new bodies!”

“That's amazing! But, what about what we said about limitations?”

“Well, there was no way we could work within those limitations forever. Obviously we won't use this knowledge for every shoot, but it's great to have the option, isn't it?”

Hunter nodded, getting where he was coming from. But deep down, she was scared. If they could find a way to choose what she turns into with 100% accuracy, that would mean she'd have no excuse to stay in the human world. She could immediately become the species she identifies with most and not have to “wait” for it to come, whatever it may be. She'd never admit it, but she both deeply wanted to leave her human self behind, and was terrified of leaving the world she knew for another. But rather than acknowledge that, she decided to ride with Clive's excitement and look at the bright side of the news.

“Well, I did really wanna do that Moonblood Pack film,” she admitted, excited with the prospect of taking in that many knots in one feature.

Clive nodded, riding the wave with her. “Yeah, see? Now, I was thinking of setting up a meeting with them tomorrow. Will you be free after your human courses?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Hunter replied, tail wagging behind her. If nothing else, she was interested to see what the nerds of the anthro world had concocted.

Clive beamed with joy and excitement, proceeding to lovingly nip at her neck. “You're going to go beyond the top, my star.”

Hunter let her hyenine self guide her, just giggling happily through her own doubts. If it made Clive happy, if it made the films better, then that was worth it.

---

Terry took copious notes during the professor's lecture, anything to distract him from the excitement of returning to the anthro world to see the DGR's findings. It was important to him that he stay grounded, immersed in his origins. He'd already worked so hard on his Master's, he wasn't gonna let that time go to waste.

Even when he had the means to live comfortably, he couldn't stop himself from doing the only thing he had ever known that kept him surviving his whole life: hustling. Keep up the work, keep up the plan, because even if you're living good now, you never know when it can all come crashing down. After all, that's what Clive did when he became Rudd Wyler: turned an earth-shattering career loss into a new avenue for a new career.

“And these are the building blocks of biology,” the professor yammered on. “DNA, RNA, lipids, proteins, it's all connected.”

Mmm, I could really go for some proteins right about now, Terry's thought process intruded.

The human sighed. His regular escapades into the anthro world had already made him much hornier as a human. His mind would often wander to what new sexual experiences he'd have in his next film, or imagining Julie and Kiera getting busy with him in another threeway, or the musculature of Clive Caldwell's rottweiler body, his kind brown eyes, his reassuring voice, his—

Terry snapped himself out of it. He had to focus up. Keep hustling, keep doing the work. Just go back through your lecture notes and... oh.

He hadn't noticed 'til now, but it turned out the human had written breed breed breed breed repeatedly on his notebook without realizing it. Huh. That's a new one, the human thought to himself. Perhaps he was too pent-up to do his work properly.

Finally taking a break from paying attention to the lecture, Terry discreetly took out his phone and did something his younger self would've considered unthinkable:

He opened up the Grindr app and looked for the nearest hook-up.

---

Human sex wasn't quite as good as anthro sex, but it was enough to clear his head. He often wondered if the breeding instincts he experienced in all his many other forms had carried over to his human self. Hell, he often thought about the prospect of returning to his home dimension a little less human each time.

Right now, he was in a dorm getting ass-fucked by a classmate. Darren, a dark-skinned man with square glasses and a helluva cock, pumped into Terry nice and hard. The two of them were nearly close to coming, both finding each other through the app and looking for release. Darren seemed to be enjoying himself, happy to have found a hook-up so quick while his dormmate was away. Terry meanwhile, enjoyed himself in a different way.

More often than not, Terry closed his eyes throughout their fucking and imagined the other human as a tall, burly zebra, reaming him with a thick, flat-headed equine member. Gods, it was so over for Terry's humanity. He knew as soon as he finished his studies, he'd become a permanent anthro resident and never go back. It was increasingly clear that his full transition into another casualty like Allison or Julie was no longer a matter of 'if' but 'when'.

Eventually, the two came together, Terry spilling his human seed onto the bedsheets while feeling Darren's shoot through his bum. The fantasy ended, feeling not the powerful hose-like spray of an equine adonis but a regular human. Still, it was successful at clearing his mind in time to return to the anthro world alert and attentive. Darren slipped out of Terry's hole and lied on the opposite end of the bed.

“Damn, dude,” Darren sighed. “That was good.”

Terry tilted his head, “Was it?”

“Yeah, man, you bottom like a professional. Wasn't expecting it, is all.”

Terry chuckled to himself. It must've been funny to an outside observer, seeing a meek, unassuming human like him hide a real sex freak underneath. Even the human world could tell.

“Well, first time's free,” Terry joked, bringing the other human to laugh with him.

After a few minutes of getting themselves dressed and ready, Terry was nearly ready to leave the campus and return to his apartment—

“Oh, Terry?” Darren interrupted, bringing the human male to turn back around. “You know Carla Thornwood, yeah?”

The query took Terry aback. Where was this coming from all of a sudden? “Yeah, I used to date her.”

“Ahh, shit, sorry if this is awkward—”

“No, no, we're still friends. What's up?”

“I take Marketing with her. She hasn't been to class in, like, two weeks, and I'm worried about her. You know what's going on?”

Terry stopped in his tracks. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard from Carla in a while. He'd been too focused in the anthro world to realize that until now. Quickly, Terry pulled up his phone and looked at her Instagram, seeing that her last pic, a photo of her and her new boyfriend Jonathan sitting in a fancy restaurant together, was posted three weeks ago.

The human just shrugged his shoulders. “She's prolly on some rich person vacation with her new boyfriend.”

“Oh, I didn't know she had a new boyfriend,” Darren replied.

“Well, he doesn't go here. He's too good even for this school.”

“Damn, well, I hope she isn't feeling the same now.”

Terry stopped to think. Carla wasn't one to abandon her principles, even with her family's wealth. She prided herself in going to a less prestigious school, doing more ground-floor work. Why would she just drop that? Well, then again, she also said that Jonathan made her feel less ashamed of being born into wealth. Perhaps she was embracing her privileged side for once. Maybe even she was changing.

“Either way,” Darren continued, reaching into his bag to pull out a spiralbound notebook, “Can you pass this over to Carla? It's this week's lecture notes. I figured you know where she lives considering you used to date and all...”

Terry took the notebook and stared at Darren. The dude was nicer and gentler than his online persona suggested. Carla was lucky to have a caring classmate like him. “Sure,” Terry finally replied. “I'll pass it along when I get the chance.” With a gentle smile, Terry leaned in to bump fists with Darren before heading out.

---

Hunter sat in the limo with Julie, Kiera, Doe, and Rudd, waiting for the driver to finally park as they saw the building for the Department of Genetic Research from their window. The human held his breath, trying to stay composed in front of his companions.

“What do you think their findings are gonna be?” Julie asked giddily. “'Cause I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting some devious ideas for what I can turn Hunter into.”

Kiera cackled with her, swishing her enormous tail across the interior. “Heh, maybe we can get those skunk cubs earlier than expected.”

“Hey, let the twins be born first!” Hunter exclaimed half-jokingly, trying to hide his own nervousness.

Doe sat up, her antlers nearly hitting the ceiling. “Let's all just cool down. For all we know it could've just been a coincidence what happened with Kit on set. We're coming here for the truth, not an excuse to pump out more cubs.”

“Yeah, okay, Mama Doe. Whatever you say,” Kiera teased.

Hunter didn't wanna say it, but he was glad Doe brought the mood back down to earth. He let out a smile for her, it was about as much as he could do without obviously mouthing out the words “thank you” to her. Doe smiled back as if to say “you're welcome”. He then turned to Rudd, who also shot him a sweet-as-honey smile. Hunter smiled back, so used to blushing under fur he forgot that as a human the rottweiler could now see his skin go red. Rudd found it adorable.

Eventually the limo stopped at the security booth of the building. A German shepherd in a uniform greeted them with a nod from his aviator shades before handing over a clipboard. “No one enters without signing an NDA,” the security officer said plainly. Everyone in the limo looked at each other. They knew entering the premises would be serious, but already this had surpassed their high expectations.

---

Kit Bellfry tapped his footpaw anxiously against the concrete floor of the waiting lobby. He knew he'd be in for some strange shit by agreeing to be Hunter Prey's costar, but this was beyond the pale. The Department of Genetic Research was a scary fucking building, a brutalist monument to function over form, with mazes of featureless concrete that housed... well, no one knew, as it was kept highly confidential. But that was enough to fuel conspiracy upon conspiracy throughout anthro culture. Now Kit Bellfry, a humble porn actor on the up-and-up, was called in to be one of the few to peek at the unknown. All because he just called the human a yeen on a whim.

The sudden jostle of hinges made him jump in his pelt. Embarrassingly, he turned to find not a secret cabal of rogue gene splicers but his pals from Ruttweiler. Rudd, Julie, Kiera, Doe, and of course, Hunter, had all entered to find a spooked feline stripped of his masculine edge. “Gods, you nearly gave me a heartattack!” Kit sighed in resignation.

“Aww, Kit,” Doe cooed. “Don't tell me you're one of those DGR conspiracy wonks.”

“H-Hey, it's not like anyone who's broken in here has come back,” the puma smirked, trying to bring back his devil-may-care energy.

Doe chuckled, seeing past the attempt to play off his worry. “If they really wanted to poke us with needles, they wouldn't have invited us.”

“Yeah, you'd never be heard from again!” Kiera teased. “Wooooooooooo,” the skunk moaned, wiggling her arms like a haunted house animatronic. Kit scoffed, ready to throw another retort back at his costar before another jostle made him shudder all over again.

Coming out of the door was an imposingly large silverback gorilla in a lab coat, scribbling away at a notepad as he absentmindedly entered the lobby. Looking up, he beamed at the sight of his party.

“Ah, you're early,” the primate greeted warmly. “Doctor Kassius, at your service.” He leaned in to shake the visibly nervous cougar's paw, then proceeded to do the same to everyone else until he settled on Hunter. “And the human of the hour. Welcome to the Department of Genetic Research, Mister Prey.”

“Th-Thank you for having me, Doc,” Hunter said as he grasped the ape's leathery, human-like paw.

Rudd scratched the back of his head as he leaned over to the gorilla. “This better be good, Kassius. You got us all on edge with that welcoming committee you got outside.”

“My apologies,” Kassius said humbly. “They just don't know how to 'turn off', so to speak.” He shut his notepad and placed it squarely in his coat pocket. “But I see you've all already signed your NDAs so I don't see any point in wasting more of your time.” He walked over to a wall-mounted keypad to input a code, causing one of the walls to open up into a hidden doorway.

“How about I brief you all on the way.”

---

The heart of Genetic Research was an enormous examination lab, with islands of glass cells dotting the sparse open floor. Some dipped into dug-out enclaves for scientists to examine from above, while others were simply glass cubes. Kassius led them all inside with a non-chalance that betrayed the shocked faces of the Ruttweiler crew as they witnessed the first glass cell:

Humans. Untransformed and unharmed. Stranger still, they took in the arrival of the visitors without an ounce of shock. Not even the sight of Hunter walking free outside of their cell seemed to phase them. Each human was dressed comfortably in gray sweats, going through what looked to be routine physical exams by their anthro doctors. It would've looked like a scene out of Planet of the Apes if it weren't for how much the anthros and humans were... getting along. Like they weren't even in captivity.

“Okay, I'll bite,” Julia uttered, first to break the silence. “What the fuck.”

Kassius chuckled. “Yes, Allison Frost was far from the first human to have turned up in our doorstep... Don't worry, these subjects are here voluntarily – humans who found themselves stuck in our world and refused to take the plunge of transformation like you and Mister Prey did.”

“Yo, Kass!” a hispanic human in the cell called out. “You comin' to poker night, you leathery sack o' shit?!”

“Watch the fraternization, Castille. I'm on tour duty.”

“Ah, my bad... Yoooo, that the Prey guy everyone outside's been talking about?”

Hunter blushed a little as Kassius ignored the human's questions. “My apologies, they're not used to a human visiting on the other side... Yes, we picked these poor humans up around the globe before they could be discovered by local authorities or our less understanding public. We got a localized 'rift', as you would call it, right here in-house. In exchange for a hop back home, we asked that they return to the facility for check-ups and research. All above board. Far from the dirty 'experiments' people think we do here.”

No one knew how to respond. It did make sense that humans had found their way to this world long before Allison started the conspiracy, but seeing more humans was still a shock to the system after the cultural freakout caused by Hunter's coming out. Hunter, meanwhile, was left reeling at the possibility of humans other than him who had been to the anthro world and back but just never told anyone. It almost made him feel less special, until he remembered that none of them became huge stars like he did.

Not wanting to open anymore cans of worms, the crew decided to keep to themselves as Kassius continued the tour.

A few cells over was a zoo-like moat dug into the ground, also surrounded by glass. Peering inside, Hunter and the crew saw yet another oddity: a tiger. Not an anthro tiger, but a feral one, just lounging on a tree branch.

“They do exist,” Doe muttered to herself. She tried to hide the smug smile that formed in her muzzle. After years of herbivore species like herself being deemed less-evolved because of the mysterious lack of feral carnivores in the wild, seeing one penned up was her own quiet victory. We're all equal here, naturally. She didn't have a doubt in her mind.

Rudd and Kit, the two natural-born predators of the group, were especially disquieted by the sight of their feral counterparts. As they continued down the exam labs, they passed by similar zoo cells for other kinds of canine and feline. Rudd was already still reeling from the first time he ventured through the rift and saw a feral greyhound bark at him in the human world. Knowing that feral canines were in his world the whole time was like the cherry on his existential crisis sundae.

And Kit, bless his soul, was experiencing this ringer for the very first time, seeing feral lions, his genetic cousins, laze about in a sterile simulacrum of the wild outdoors. The puma shivered and hugged at his arms, trying not to focus on the very awkwardness and shame that his “prey” counterparts had to experience all the time. Rudd could sense the feline's discomfort from a mile away. Wanting to console his naturally carnivorous brethren, the rottweiler reached in to gently grasp Kit's paw. The puma blushed, gripping the canine tighter.

Hunter saw it all from the back of the group walk. He hated to admit it, but he felt legitimately jealous that Clive was holding and comforting someone other than him. It was weird. The human already knew he and Kit's pride would be mating soon, and that didn't phase him one bit. But just that one gesture, filled with warmth and care at another anthro... Hunter nearly cried. He couldn't go on like this much longer, playing his relationship with the canine director off as casual. He had to do something, anything to progress their standing.

“Rudd?” Hunter murmured softly. The rottweiler turned to face his human star.

“Yes?” he asked with a wry tilt of his head. Gods, Hunter thought he was handsome. Ask him out, you doofus, he thought. Show him you're interested.

“Well, I-I was just wondering if—”

“We're here.”

The two turned to find Kassius had finally taken everyone to their destination. Standing before him was another glass cell, only this one didn't have any subject inside. It was instead populated with a table that displayed a variety of tools, foods, toys, plants, each one clearly corresponding to a different species. Hunter stared at it in bewilderment. Something about it was eerily similar to the set they had just filmed in yesterday. He could already tell what was about to come next.

“Here we are,” the ape said. “Would you care to step inside, Mister Prey?”

Hunter turned back to Rudd. He wanted to finish his thought... but knew it would have to wait. The experiment called to him.

---

The scientists were surprisingly respectful of the human's privacy as he changed into the requisite grey sweats in the fitting room. Much as Hunter relished in shocking his anthro audience, it felt refreshing to be in an anthro space that treated Hunter's kind with a degree of normalcy. Now properly dressed for examination, Hunter stood within a square outline on the floor as he awaited to be let into the glass cell. A lemur lab technician greeted him with a syringe filled with what looked like clear water. Hunter couldn't help but let his guard up.

“Aaaand, that is?”

“We're just injecting you with a microscopic scanner,” the lemur responded curtly. “Helps us check your vitals wirelessly, straight from your blood stream.”

“Oh, heh, we just shot a rut flick with a lab scene,” the human said proudly. “We used these wireless electrodes.”

“Pffft,” the lemur scoffed, curling up his ringtail. “That's so '80s.”

Hunter chuckled back as held his arm out and let the lemur stick the syringe into his vein. After putting on a small bandage, the technician stepped away so the square outline Hunter stood on could raise up into an elevator, lifting him toward the surface.

It stopped on the ground floor, with Hunter now right inside the glass cell, the subject of a new experiment. All his friends stood outside, looking into clear box like guests at a bizarro zoo where the humans were the exhibit. Kiera and Julie held each other's paws, Doe crossed her arms, and Rudd... Rudd was letting Kit hold his arm like, well, arm-candy. Hunter couldn't help but blush in the confines of the box. Kassius cared not, however, and spoke into a microphone hooked up to a console. Speakers within the glass cell projected his deep voice:

“Thank you for participating in our experiment, Prey. With any luck, your contribution will help us further understand the genetic phenomena that is human-to-anthro transformation... Now, before you are a collection of external stimuli. I'm sure you already know which is associated with what species.”

Hunter looked down to better examine the collection of “stimuli” the ape had placed on the exam table. There was literal canned dog and cat food from the human world, proof that the Department really did have a working rift to his home world, but also other foods associated with different species: carrots, bamboo sticks, honey, berries, raw fish, raw meat, hay, fresh milk, frozen crickets, clams and oysters, even cartons of eggs. There were also various generic housepet toys: rubber bones, catnip-laced balls, frisbees, scratching posts, the works. Then there was the various restraints: collars and leashes of course, but also a full-on horse bit/mouthpiece, a pig trough, a milking machine for a cow or goat udder, a ball-gag with the indentations of giant bear fangs, and a variety of different harnesses.

And, of course, there were the sex toys. Dildos representing each species' dick type, furry and scaly fleshlights, beads, crystal eggs, vibrators, even some S&M torture equipment to round it all out. Hunter could only bask in the insanity of a government research facility providing this much fuck-equipment. It was somehow more extreme than the set of the porno they had just shot.

“I think I can guess what the experiment's gonna be,” Hunter uttered plainly.

“You guess correctly, Prey,” Kassius spoke. “We're here to test whether related stimuli has an effect on the species shift. Mister Bellfry says he called you a hyena as he... fornicated with you. We're not sure if that alone was enough to tilt the scales in his favor. It isn't just external stimuli we're looking at. Your own mindset, playing along with Bellfry's suggestion, must have helped edge you along.”

Hunter nodded. “I get it. Though, now that I'm here, it looks like you have no shortage of human subjects you could have done this on.”

“Yes, well, may I remind you they are here precisely because they do not want to be transformed, even temporarily. Ethics and consent are very important to our work here, contrary to the conspiracies.” Kassius began to nervously scratched the back of his head. “That and, I'll admit, we at the Department are fans of your work, Prey.”

Hunter lit up a little at the sincere admission from this primate of science. He turned around to look out the other side of the glass box, where he saw the other scientists were watching with rapt attention, wanting a good view of the live show before them. The human couldn't help but blush a little. “I can't say I'm not honored, Doctor.”

“Worry not, Prey. This won't create a bias in my data collection. I'm devoted to being as objective as possible. My coworkers, on the other hand, may not be so objective.”

The off-duty scientists scratched and prodded their privates in the background, horny just from Hunter's mere presence. Hunter wasn't bothered in the least. If anything, this made the experience less clinical and scary, and more like one of his porn shoots. “Just say the word, Doctor. I'll get you your data.”

“Excellent,” the primate beamed. “I'm going to give each of your friends a turn at speaking through the microphone. They will order you to use one of the items in the room as well as suggest a species for your transformation. We will monitor your vitals through the probe we injected and get real-time data on what...,” The gorilla snorted, “...turns you on the most. We'll also be monitoring your genetic make-up to see if any physical changes arise. That sound good?”

Hunter beamed with pride and confidence. “Bring it, Kassius.”

---

The experiment seemed to go off without complication, every one of Hunter's coworkers taking turns trying to change their star player. It became a game of sorts for the five anthros, each trying to one-up the other and see who can make Hunter change and come.

Doe was first to go, telling Hunter to fit his head into the horse bit as much as he could and stretch his face into a muzzle to reach the carrot on the other end. Julie and Kiera went up next as a duo, wanting to see if they could make him into a male skunk that could breed some cubs into Kiera. Kit teased Hunter by calling him a little kitten, ordering him to empty a human-world-sourced can of cat food onto a bowl and eat from it like a feral on all-fours. Rudd got the human to put a jade egg up his butt and asked him to lay it like an avian, clearly an idea he had cooking up for one of his features he thought to test out.

All were enjoyable, even arousing to watch, but none seemed to bend the needle toward any one particular transformation. Kassius decided to intensify the process, thinking that moving from suggestion to suggestion too quickly was muddying Hunter's subconscious focus on what to change into. For the next round, he had the Ruttweiler crew work together on one suggestion, and a simple one at that: canine.

Rudd prodded Hunter to put on the collar and leash, like he saw the ferals in the human world wear. Kiera then had him chew on the rubber bone, even telling him to throw it and fetch it... which Hunter gladly did, bounding and barking like he was in the most intense pup-play session of his life. Kit decided to do what he did on set the other day, talking dirty to the human, calling him a slutty little puppy who was just hungry for a good knotting. Julie, the one other ex-human of the bunch, did what she did with the dogs she met when she was a human and called Hunter a good boy, doting on him like a proper pet. Doe, ever the showwoman, forsook the cute stuff entirely and just had her human friend stick a knotted dildo onto the glass wall so he could ram his hole into it and fuck himself silly.

Kassius stared at his data readings all throughout. By all accounts, it should've worked. The subject was physically aroused, psychologically stimulated, and in sync with regular canine brain patterns.

So why wasn't he changing?

The footage from the last porn shoot Ruttweiler sent the Department showed that Hunter could begin the process with just vocal suggestions, not just physical intimacy per se. The glass cell had plenty of holes and air vents, enough to let the collective musks of both the filmmaking crew and the voyeur scientists seep in and affect the human's brain waves. His genetic makeup should've been next, but it was like there was a “blockage” in his transformative pipes. Something that kept the flow from exiting to the other side.

Hunter was too ashamed to admit it out loud, but he too could tell something was keeping him from going all the way. The human wanted to forget his worries by focusing on the experiment, but even the play he partook in couldn't rid him of his distractions. Much as he wanted to focus on becoming a good dog, all he could think about was a different good dog:

Rudd Wyler. Clive Caldwell. His director. The anthro artist to the human's muse. Why was he twisting his heart so?

Hunter thought he had convinced himself he wasn't jealous, and well, he wasn't. Not in the human sense of the word. Did it bother him that the rottweiler was fucking another actor? No. If anything Hunter wished to be... included? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that something in his chest kept aching for something more from Clive, something beyond their current professional arrangement.

His human self fought against it. Dating your director is ethically dubious, it roiled within. You may no longer identify as strictly human, but this is one standard you should keep. Be a professional. Don't let this world change your values.

Then there was his other self. The primal self. You've already fucked, it simply stated. You're already fucking. And it's not like morals have stopped prior human director-actor couplings throughout history. Look at Aronofsky and Jen Lawrence, or Joel Coen and Frances McDormand. Besides, why go only halfway down the rabbit hole? Human standards also say not to do public orgies in movie theaters or impregnate your friend's wife. You're already past the point of no return. Why bother going back?

Hunter found himself unable to keep up with his friends' kinky suggestions. His motion slumped, his once eager smile curled downward, and his brow slanted. The Ruttweiler crew all noticed it right away, stopping to wonder what had gotten their friend so down. Doctor Kassius gently pushed Doe aside so he could man the microphone and talk to the human directly,

“You're unfocused, Mister Prey. It's plain to see even without the readings. What's wrong?”

Hunter's throat closed. It was too embarrassing to say out loud, especially in front of the anonymous scientists trying to stroke it to him. Fuck, why did this have to happen now of all times?

“If this is a mental health issue, I am not that kind of doctor. I can't just discern your problem, you'll have to be open.”

He wanted to say something, anything, but something just... choked him up. The crew's ears drooped at the sight of their demoralized star. Doe, ever the adult in the room, knew she had to step up and do the hard work because this doctor's bedside manner left a lot to be desired. She shoved him aside so she could regain control of the mic.

“Hunter... Honey... You don't have to tell us if you don't want to,” she said calmly. “Why don't you give us a suggestion? Tell us to do something that will make you more comfortable?”

The human in the glass box took a deep breath. He tried to think, think of how he could possibly salvage this disaster of a performance he was giving... Ugh, but what?? How could he possibly tell Rudd that—

A flash. Lightning in a bottle. The seed of an idea... He could tell Rudd everything, all that he was feeling. But he didn't need to use words.

“Doe?” he finally let out. “I need to ask you something. Privately.”

Without hesitation, Doe clopped over to the cell as Hunter pressed himself against the glass wall. Doe lifted her pointed ear and held it by one of the air holes on the wall, just as Hunter leaned forward to whisper.

Doe listened intently, the two out of earshot from the rest of the mammals in the room. Rudd lifted up one of his own ears, attempting to glean something, anything, out of the discussion with his canine hearing. Alas, he could only make out two words: “Clive”, and “flustered”. The rottweiler and his cohorts couldn't see it from their angle, but back by the glass, Doe bit her bottom lip and smiled deviously at Hunter's request. Leaning closer, Doe whispered into Hunter's ear and suggested something to the human, something that made Hunter smile just as wickedly. He whispered back to her, loud enough for Rudd to hear: “Let's do it.”

Spinning around on the axis of one lone hoof, Doe trotted back to the group with a rhythmic sway to her hips and a fluttering of her flag tail. Rudd, Julie, and Kiera tilted their heads, wondering why their cervine friend was failing to hide that mischievous grin they knew all too well. She returned to the microphone and turned to face her human confidant. They both nodded to each other knowingly.

“Hunter, dear,” Doe began with a sultry lilt to her voice. “Where'd your tail go?”

Hunter shut his eyes, imagining what he was to become. “I... I don't know...”

Doe grinned and continued. “How are you going to tailfuck your honey without your favorite appendage?”

Rudd squinted, trying to figure out what the two were going for. Julie, Kit, and Kiera were also confused and unsure what was up their sleeves. Hunter moaned and grunted. “I need your help... Ssssss... I have to show him... Nnnghh... Show him I'm not fucking around.”

“Very well, dear,” Doe cooed as she peered at the table of toys. “The vibrating buttplug. Stick it up your ass for me, doll.”

“Y-Yes.” Hunter obeyed, grasping the plug and squatting down to ready his pucker for the monstrous thing. Rudd's heart beat faster, but he couldn't explain why.

With little resistance, Hunter jammed the tool up his widened sphincter, pressing the button on the bottom as he did so to get it to vibrate. The human moaned, the device shaking every nerve ending in his body, bringing it to a continuous, rapturous shudder. He shut his eyes as he took it, imagining himself climbing atop Clive's body and shoving his quivering member into his needy hole. A high-pitched rumble escaped his throat as he envisioned it. This is it, he thought. This will get his attention. This will convey my true feelings.

The high purrrrr became a ringing sssshhhhhhhaaaaaaa, his vocal chords changing. Rudd watched with widened eyes, realizing what his star was becoming. Thank goodness his fur was dark enough to hide the blush beneath it. Just what did Doe tell him, he wondered.

Just like that, sections of the human's skin did not grow fur, but rather toughened. Calloused and then turned shiny while changing color and indenting a small diamond pattern, interlocked like chainmail armor. The crew all gasped at the brand new sight before them:

Scales. Hunter was finally taking a walk down the reptilian side, and it was wondrous to say the least.

Each scale filled with iridescent indigo, shimmering like gemstones in the harsh light of the lab. His spine lengthened into a tail as it did before, but this one was different. It was no longer limp and flimsy like a mammal tail. This one was thick with flesh and musculature, less an appendage and more an extension of his spine. Hunter hissed into the air, showing off thin fangs sharper and deadlier than any he had ever received.

He felt... magnificent.

Rudd's chest thumped faster and stronger than usual. While the rest of the crew couldn't discern just what kind of reptile Hunter was becoming yet, he knew immediately. The rottweiler had bedded just about every species in the country, from twinkish mice to burly rhinos, but one eluded him: the rare snake.

Snake people were mighty hard to come across, as their species was the most recent to evolve into anthrodom. Having no legs meant they took much longer to gain personhood, but evolve they did only a century ago. Now, various sub-species of snakes walked among their anthro brethren with two legs, two arms, and a thick tail like everyone else, from rattlers to garters. But only a few generations had been born in the time since their evolution.

Doe was the only one Rudd told about his desire to find a cute snake to fuck. Now she had made his wish come true, turning his beloved star into a scaled beauty. “Theeeere's my Hunter,” the doe woman chirped. “Feel yourself grow into a strong, luxurious serpent.”

“Sssssssssaaahhh,” the former human hissed. He rubbed all over himself, feeling his scales slide against each other. Fuck, he was so slippery, so smooth and handsome. The sensation alone distracted the transforming serpent from the strain he was putting on his clothes as his musculature expanded. His arms pumped into biceps just as his torso thickened, forming mighty pectorals and abs to make him a reptilian adonis. The vibrating buttplug remained lodged in his pucker, but it was hardly felt as Hunter succumbed to the sheer pleasure of his changes.

Kit and Julie both purred at the sight, licking their lips hungrily. Only Kiera seemed to take Hunter's new form with a shrug, disappointed he didn't turn into a big titty snek girl for her dyke ass to treat.

Rudd's tail wagged rapidly, his tongue lolling into a feral pant as increasingly lewd thoughts swam in his subconscious. Fuck, Hunter's so handsome. Always. Every form, every species, he just becomes more beautiful with each change. Gods, I hope he has two cocks like a proper snake guy. I want them both in me. Make me his puppy dog. His little bitch...

Kit stared at the dog as he was reduced to a panting, horny mess. At that point, the puma knew that as much as he fancied the rotty, he couldn't hold a candle to the human wonder that was Hunter Prey.

Hunter was very nearly complete in his transformation, his entire body bejeweled in shimmering scales. Still hissing with pleasure, he finally stuck his tongue out, revealing its newly forked shape. The human hair on his head fell off strand by strand as the flesh around his skull stretched outward, becoming the mighty flared crown of a king cobra!

His bluish-green eyes glowed with a renewed vibrancy as they shifted into a gleaming ruby shade. Human teeth and fingernails sharpened into venomous needles and claws, patterns formed in the outer scales of his hunky backside, and the tail below grew and grew, longer and more dexterous than any the mammals in the room had ever seen.

Every scientist watching was awestruck with the transformation they were witnessing. While half were stroking and teasing their cocks and pussies, the other half was left dazed and staring. Neither half could keep their gaze away from the shifting reptile before them. Doctor Kassius himself was the only one looking away, eyes kept at the data on his screen. The ape wasn't fully asexual, but he was certainly less horny than his colleagues and friends. What truly captivated him was the science, getting to witness Hunter's human genome adapt into a brand new species right before his eyes.

Reading the genetic code on the monitor, Kassius seemed to find everything nominal, receiving quite a lot of data on the correlations between the human's arousal, heartrate, and temperature, with the shifts in his DNA. Brain patterns even indicated that Doe's verbal suggestions may have input psychostimuli that got fed into Hunter's body and allowed the transformation to skew toward a certain endpoint. By and large, the experiment was proving to be a success...

Until something strange happened.

Kassius straightened his glasses, performing a double-take as he saw what looked to be an anomaly in the genetic reading. Hot air snorted from his heart-shaped nostrils. This shouldn't have been occurring, yet something hitherto unseen had started to blossom in the former human's DNA. A mutation that threatened to throw off the experiment entirely. Kassius finally peeled his gaze away from the screen and to the reptilian transformee in the cell below. He couldn't see any trace of the mutation on Hunter just yet, meaning it was either internal or bound to show up sooner or later...

“Oooh, Hunter,” Doe cooed from her microphone. “You look exquisite... How do you feel?”

Hunter swished his still-growing tail, his scale-lipped smile widening. “I feel... I feel... Ssssssexy~”

“Hehehe, I bet you do,” Doe giggled, eyeing Rudd to see how he was reacting. “You know, Hunter, I hear that snakes have some... extra special features that no other species has. Would you mind sharing to the class, sweetheart?”

Hunter hissed with delight, reminded of his time learning about these “extra special features” in biology. With great vigor, Hunter proceeded to slide the gray sweatshirt over his head, the neck hole stretching over the oversized cobra hood that adorned his head. His abs and pecs glistened in the light like the walls of a sapphire mine as he reached down to remove the lab-approved gray sweatpants, though they seemed to have more trouble coming off than the sweatshirt.

Without warning, Hunter seemed to trip and fall on his side, the sweatpants slipping out and falling to the floor. Nothing could have prepared anyone for what they were about to witness as soon as he fell. Doe and the rest of the crew all gasped. The voyeur scientists' maws fell. Only Kassius was ready for the strange sight before them all...

Hunter's legs had shrunk considerably, messing with his balance and causing his fall. Furthermore, his cock, which had shifted into a deep violet color, was not in a sheath of any kind. Rather, it was retreating into an enormous slit that seemed to be overtaking his groin, all as the “tail” portion of his body only grew exponentially.

Eventually, Hunter's legs and feet would too retreat into the tail, shrinking until nothing from his human lower-half was left. Even the buttplug had long slipped out and fell to the floor.

By now, Hunter was a legless creature akin to a feral serpent, yet retaining his arms and human-like torso. The tail was now more than a mere extension of his body. Rather, it was an integral part of it, removing any delineation between his top and bottom halves to make him appear as an extraordinary serpent man.

Well, there was another word for such a man, shared between human and anthro culture:

“A naga...” Doctor Kassius uttered, finally seeing the mutation in all its glory.

While everyone else appeared flabbergasted by the change, Hunter himself seemed unbothered. Quite the opposite, in fact. The new naga moaned as he writhed and slithered around the floor, finding a distinct pleasure in his new form. Hunter simply kept teasing the slit that had replaced his groin area, leaving him a moaning, hissing serpent. His tail lashed and knocked over the tables full of fucktoys and foods, leaving the cell trashed and claimed by all the space his enormous, writhing tail took up.

“Is... Is he okay??” Kit asked Doe and the other girls.

Kiera and Julie could only shrug in disbelief. Doe shook herself out of her stupor and returned to the mic. “Hunter, honey? Is everything alright?”

Hunter hissed as he madly fingered himself. “Sssssaaahhh... More than alright... This is... Incredible!”

Doe exhaled with quiet relief, knowing her ex-human friend at least wasn't in pain. Kassius stepped away from the monitor to join the Ruttweiler crew in their observation of this most unprecedented transformation. “I'm not sure what happened,” the gorilla began. “But there doesn't appear to be anything 'wrong' with him, amazingly enough. Vitals are nominal, DNA is stable... It's just this one mutation.”

Kiera stepped in to better hear the gorilla's prognosis. “What do you think caused it?” the skunk asked.

“Well, the only factor that was different from prior transformations was Miss Adira's verbal suggestions. From the naked eye it seems that the transformation process reacts to being 'tampered' with.”

“It reacts?” Doe responds. “How do you know that?”

“It was hard to spot at first, Kassius remarked, “All readings looked normal in the initial stages... Almost too normal. It wasn't until the mutation started that I realized what had happened. A transformation, by its very nature, should be a chaotic whirlwind of genetic data trying to rearrange itself and figure out the best shape to use. But the burden of expectation causes a psychosomatic link, one in which the DNA attempts to force itself into a particular shape guided by the subconscious. And since Hunter's more used to the image of feral snakes than anthro ones, his body filled in blanks brought on by his mind's eye idea of what a 'snake' is to him.”

“Weird,” Kiera said, scratching her headfur. “But none of that happened with Kit's hyena suggestion yesterday. How come that one turned out normal?”

“Well, there was no burden of expectation placed on Hunter at that time. He simply played along,” Kassius explained. “I hate to say it, but... I think that incident was pure coincidence.”

“Wait, actually?!” the skunk exclaimed.

“I mean, as far as we know from the limited data we have. But one thing we do know now is that brain readings are as much a factor in this process as bodily ones. So long as the mind isn't forcing his human perception of species, the body is more free to adapt to our world's perception of them.”

“That's fascinating,” Doe remarked before turning to Kit and Rudd. “You hear that, boys?... Boys?”

Rudd and Kit were unresponsive, more focused on the wild show being put on by Hunter below. While the girls were talking science with Doctor Kassius, Hunter had fully teased his cock out of his new slit, revealing a violet phallus with soft, spike-looking protrusions not dissimilar to the barbs of a feline member. Kit purred with lust while Rudd panted and wagged his tail like mad. Both could tell what was coming next.

Doctor Kassius and the girls' attentions returned to Hunter, wanting to see how his change was progressing. He was nearly done, a fully-formed naga with a luxurious, fully-controllable tail taking up his entire bottom half. But anyone familiar with anthro snake anatomy knew there was one piece missing.

“Ssssssoooohhh,” Hunter moaned, a pressure building within his slit. “Oooooohhh ffffffuuuuuuuck!!”

The slit quivered as a second tip poked out above his cock. The tip then grew. And grew. And grew.

“Sssshhhhhhaaaaaaahhh!!” Hunter felt his entire body rattle and vibrate as a multiplication of senses assaulted him with dual pleasure. By now, he knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait to see it take shape.

What was once a tip thickened into a proper phallus— a second cock that rested right beside his original one, just as big and girthy in every way.

“FFFFUUUCK! GODSSS, FUCK YESSSSSS!” Hunter was experiencing pleasure hitherto unknown. Each scale on his body rippled with rapturous pleasure and excitement. His now much longer body was now storing a multitude of new sensations, all immaculate. It was so overwhelming he knew that if he didn't finish now he'd break his brain entirely. “Nnnngggaaahhh!! Almossssstt...”

Without realizing it, almost by instinct, he gripped the second cock with his other hand, stroking and jerking both simultaneously. He needed to finish, to squeeze every last drop of stored pleasure and release it to the world!

The voyeur scientists watching from above began to stroke their cocks and pussies against the glass of the cell, smearing the surface with pre and cum.

“Hey, knock it off!” Kassius yelled at his subordinates. “We'll have to give the janitors a raise at this point...”

Rudd found himself pressed against the glass as well, his nub of a tail managing to bap bap bap at his pants with how hard it was wagging. If he were any closer, his lolling tongue would be tasting window cleaner. Hunter looked up to find the rottweiler looming over his writhing body. Seeing him so worked up over his new form... it was enough to send him over the edge!

He had to show him! He had to... Had... Nngh...

“SSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Like a firehouse, both cocks erupted torrents of snake spooge against the windows. It would've hit Rudd were it not for the glass standing between them. Rudd let out a feral whine, disappointed he didn't get to experience that hose of seed in his ass himself. The rotty bit his lower lip at the thought, eyes rolling toward the back of his head.

The scientists all came as well, staining the glass with the fervor of having seen a live transformation from the biggest star in the world. Kassius sighed, knowing his staff would be out of commission for the rest of the day.

As Hunter laid in satisfied completion, he finally looked down at his body to take in all the changes. “Ho... Holy fuck...” The new naga wriggled his enormous tail. It felt different from having a tail as any other species. Whereas mammal tails sometimes moved on their own accord, this one was entirely under his control, like a giant, slithery leg, his primary appendage for moving. “Shit, I... How do I move?”

Hunter attempted to bend and inch like a worm, but that only left him flopping in a stationary position on the floor, like a fish out of water. “Heh. Uh... This didn't exactly go as I planned.”

“It went perfectly,” shouted a voice from the speakers. Hunter and the guys turned to find Kassius back on the mic with the girls by his side. “Thanks to you we have acquired an astonishing amount of data. Even made a few discoveries along the way.”

“And? What's the prognosis? How did...” Hunter wiggled his tail, “...this happen?”

“I gave the more scientific spiel to the girls here. Short version: yes, you can force a desired endpoint species for your transformations, but they'll be greatly affected by your feral-centric perception of them and thus take on strange mutations based on how you view said species in your world. Whether you know the species you're turning into or not, you're going to be hit with an unexpected result irregardless. Oh yeah, and your little hyena stint was a happy coincidence. Imagine that!” Kassius chuckled to himself, having explained the whole thing in as nonchalant a tone as possible.

Hunter took a moment to process everything the ape just said. It gave him flashbacks to when he was first brought (or rather, kidnapped) into the anthro world, how the explanations were somehow both nonsensical and consistent in their own strange way. Like before, he found it best to just roll with it.

“Okay! Is that it?”

Kassius smiled. No wonder this human's taken our world by storm, he realized. He's taking all this like a professional. “That would be it, Mister Prey. That is, unless you have some ulterior motive to this form based off the look you just gave your director.”

Hunter turned back to Rudd, who found himself blushing under his fur. The naga smiled lustfully at the canine and coiled himself up into a sensual spiral. “Doctor... Can you bring Mister Wyler and Mister Bellfry inside?”

Kassius turned to Doe, who gave him a knowing smirk. The ape smirked back before turning back to his assistants. “Boys? Let Wyler and Bellfry into the cell.”

The two lab technicians, the lemur from before and a male heron, nodded and proceeded to waltz up to the rottweiler and puma and hold their paws, guiding them to the elevator that led underground. Rudd and Kit looked at each other with knowing glances, both very well aware of what they had in store.

Kiera and Julie turned to Doe while they waited for Rudd and Kit to catch up to Hunter. “I swear,” Kiera began, “I'm gonna lose my lesbian card for saying this, but Hunter makes a handsome snake. If they had tits, I wouldn't mind letting them tailfuck me while I bury myself in their scales.”

Julie rested her arm on Doe's shoulder to better look the cervine in her mischievous eyes. “Lemme guess,” she started, “Hunter asked you to play matchmaker with him and Rudd just now?”

Doe chuckled, “Why, what gave you that idea? It's not like I know every little button that dog has to push~”

“Gods bless you, Adira.” Julie returned to holding Kiera's arm as the girls watched the cell.

Eventually, Rudd and Kit emerge from the elevator and within Hunter's vicinity. Hunter hissed teasingly as he found himself towering over the two mammals, balanced on his resting five-foot naga tail. The canine and feline couldn't help but become shrinking violets before the magnificent reptile, losing themselves in his gemstone eyes.

“Well?” Hunter goaded. “Is this what you wanted, Wyler?”

Rudd couldn't find it in him to verbalize a response, merely salivating at those dual cocks. Hunter chuckled. The only other time he had gotten the rottweiler this brainlessly horny was that night in the hot tub during mating season, where he called him a “good boy”. Hunter didn't even need those easy trigger words this time.

“Why don't you give them a kiss, puppy~ That's what you wanted, yeah?”

Rudd nodded dumbly as he padded forward and climbed up the coiled length of Hunter's tail to reach those two indigo members. Without hesitation, he wrapped his lips around one of them, kissing and licking it like a puppy would its favorite bone. Hunter proceeded to pet his canine lover, even scritching behind his ear to make him snarl with glee.

Kit felt out of place under the shadow of their immense chemistry. The puma meekly raised his paw to get a word in. “P-Prey? Am I supposed to just watch? Are you, like, cucking me?”

Hunter turned to the now submissive feline. “Do you want me to?”

Kit's mind blanked for a minute. He wasn't against being cucked per se, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with a real, hunky naga. He couldn't afford to let it go to waste. “Of... course not.”

Hunter smiled deviously at the big cat. “I thought as much.”

“NYAAAHH!”

Kit didn't even see it coming! Having not even heard it slither behind him, the puma was shocked when Hunter's enormous tail ripped his pants off and impaled his fuzzy ass! The puma mewled with delight as the thick, smooth appendage 'snaked' into his anal cavity, filling him up completely, even lifting him off the ground as it pulsed and wriggled inside of him. He had never felt anything so heavenly, reduced to a something akin to a sock puppet with a full arm stuck in his hole and making him talk. His tail lashed and his throat chuffed with delight as he felt the dexterous limb massage his insides with total control. It was pure bliss.

Rudd couldn't help but look up from his cock candy to stare at the moaning puma being suspended in the air. Hunter leaned in to hiss into his floppy ears...

“Sssssee that, Rudd? You can play with all the talent you want... But jussst know they would all grovel before me the first chanccce they could. No matter who you sssscrew or bed, you must make peaccce with the fact that they'll pale in comparissson.”

As Rudd heard Hunter and watched Kit be reduced to a toy, he realized why Hunter had been acting strange today, why he asked Doe for advice on the transformation. They had denied it for far too long, but the tension would've reached a boiling point if they had waited any longer. The two were clearly smitten with each other, and no matter what excuses they made for why they didn't belong together, their dual universes would just keep finding ways to bring them in each other's arms.

“Sssso?” Hunter asked, flaring his cobra hood. “Would you like me to double-fuck you in front of your feline boytoy?”

Rudd's tail spun like a top. “Yes, Daddy~!” he barked. “Fucking claim me! Fu—”

Hunter shoved his right cock into the rottweiler's maw, spreading his jaw so wide it nearly unhinged. The canine proceeded to bob his muzzle up and down the shaft like a good little bitch, a proper pet and tool for the king cobra. Rudd stood on all fours, balancing his paws on the slippery tail so he could better take the length in his maw, as well as present his wagging ass for the serpent. Hunter smiled. The bitch already knows what I have planned for him.

“Good boy,” he finally uttered, readying his second cock on the left...

Plugging the giant member into his hole, Hunter found himself giving a one-man spitroast to the dog with both his serpentine cocks, leaving Rudd a drooling, whimpering mess stuffed in both ends. The rottweiler found himself in the middle of a tug of war, pulled this way and that by the two dicks filling him up. For his part, Hunter hardly even had to thrust, his cobra instincts filling in the gaps on how to better move around in his smooth, legless body. His extended spine began to curve and twist, swirling around the double-impaled mutt until he was cradled in the nest of the snake's ropelike coil.

The rotty could hardly breathe, let alone discern where he was or how long he had been trapped between the two massive members. All he knew was that he didn't want it to end until he was filled to the brim with naga sperm!

Kit roared as he continued to be tailfucked above Rudd. He finally looked down to find his canine director getting plowed in both ends by the real star of the show. It was strange. He wasn't being cucked exactly, but the message being sent wasn't any different from a good old fashioned cucking. It made him even hornier. If he was to be put in his place by anyone, why wouldn't it be the biggest star in the biz. The mountain lion was small time compared to this human dynamo. He knew that. He felt it.

Tears welled in Rudd's eyes. He had never been so thoroughly dominated like this, so used and spent. He loved it. Luxuriated in it. And furthermore, he relished getting to experience Hunter's dom side, and in such a fabulous form too. It was highly unlikely Hunter would get this form again, so Rudd committed these sensations to memory, soaked them into his body so it would carry Hunter's mark of ownership for life.

Hunter found himself not tired in the least, even after having spent himself ten minutes ago. This body was easily the most powerful he had attained, right up there with his big grizzly bear form. But what this snake body lacked in comparative heft, it made up for in sheer length and dexterity. Fucking two men at once with two phalluses and a tail working independently was a powertrip he was sure no one in either of his worlds had ever experienced.

It was intoxicating, holding this much control over both his own body and the bodies of others. His eyes gleamed with hypnotic patterns. He could damn well take over this whole city as a big, hulking naga.

Meanwhile, his hands were free to feel up his scales, admiring their smoothness and weight. It was so different from fur, so sleek and commanding. It was like his entire body reflected hues and lights meant to mesmerize and take any slut he damn well wanted. And fuck if he wasn't feeling greedy. With his tail, he carried the practically skewered Kit Bellfry right up to his chest.

“Ssssee theeesssse?” Hunter puffed up his pecs, putting a spotlight on his erect nipples. “Ssssssssuck 'em,” he commanded to the yowling puma.

“Murrrrrowww, P-Preyyy...” Kit was exhausted, soaked with pre as he was relentlessly tailfucked.

“You do. As I sssssay.” He stared holes into the feline with his mesmeric serpent eyes. Kit looked up and found himself lost in the ruby pools swirling over him. The cat felt rejuvenated, whole, blessed by this most loving visage. Combined with the deep massage his prostate was getting, he simply couldn't say no.

“Y-Yes, Purrrrr-eyyy!” With a renewed eagerness, Kit lunged for the nipple and suckled it like a newborn cub would its mama. The electric surge that complemented Hunter's body brought him halfway to ecstasy—

With a long, full-throated hiss, Hunter expelled ropes of cum from his right cock, filling Rudd's throat with a fresh batch of sperm! The rottweiler gagged as he finally spit the giant rod out and swallowed every last bit of snake batter he could get, even lapping up the congealed puddles that lay caught on Hunter's gorgeous scales.

“Grrrrr, fucking finish me!” Rudd yelled at the top of his lungs, well aware that there was another cock that needed release. He looked up to find Kit further debased and sucking on Hunter's defined nipple. He shuddered, realizing the utmost truth: he belonged to Hunter. And Hunter belonged to him.

Hunter looked back down, the ruby glow of his eyes dimming a little at the sight of the handsome canine caught in his still-edging member.

This is it, the naga realized. Now's your chance! Don't let this moment go to waste!

“Rudd... Clive!” The rottweiler's ears raised at the sound of his true name, tongue lolling and panting like a greedy pet. Hunter smiled at the sight of his feral glow.

“Will... Will you go on a date with me, already?!”

For the first time since transforming, Hunter let the dominant mask slip as he let his true, sincere feelings spill out. Rudd stared at the hulking serpent, for once in control of the situation. Hunter waited with bated breath, desperate to hear the rottweiler's response...

“If I do,” the canine began, “Will you let me cum?”

A wicked smile curled in Hunter's lips. With one final thrust, Hunter hit the rotty's prostate with full force, bringing him to a deafening howl. Another wave of cum leaked from Rudd's ass, just as his knotted cock erupted with jets of his own! The sight of it brought the mewling Kit above to cum as well, properly cucked and put in his place by the two lovers. It was like a domino effect of fluids, collapsing on each other as their bodies rang like church bells.

Finally, Hunter collapsed, his entire serpent body and tail going limp as he released Kit and Rudd from their phallic imprisonment.

Above, Doe and Julie were positively drenched, as were the voyeur scientists catching the show. Even Kassius, ever the stoic, could barely hide the wet spot in his pants. Only Kiera was relatively unfazed, the skunk comforting her feline lover with gentle pets.

Rudd and Hunter lied together on the laboratory floor, gazing in each other's eyes as they reveled in their shared orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” Rudd groaned. “If only we were allowed cameras. This would've made a helluva picture.”

“Oh, Rudd,” Hunter cooed. “Always with your director's eye.”

“Heh, sorry... I'm picking the restaurant, though.”

“I wouldn't want it any other way.”

The two leaned in and kissed passionately, Rudd's slobbery canine tongue mingling with Hunter's long and forked one. It was the start of a new chapter in their lives, one they couldn't wait to try.

“Mrrrrr... Mrreeewwww...”

They stopped and turned around to find Kit still mewling behind them. “You guys go on,” the feline muttered plainly. “I'm just gonna... keep watching...” With a light purr, Kit fluttered his eyes and stared from a distance as the two real lovers sucked each other's faces.

Kassius grinned and stepped toward his monitor, turning it off entirely and watching the aftermath. “That's more than enough data for me.”