A Good Long Snow
A city is contaminated with a mutagen with eco-terrorists bomb a research facility. The mutants don't want to be made into experiments so the ones that do not turn violent still flee from the authorities. Amidst the chaos one of the mutants rises up, to prowl the streets and bring order to the carnage that created him. He seems to have impressed one lady at least.
(M tf Snow Leopard / Snake)
My hot breath steams in the cool night air. My fur stands on end, not from temperature but from my nerves, my skin tightens in preparation which stands up the hairs of my fur pelt. I walk on the raised edge of a roof on a brick building, shadowing the steps of someone in the laneway below. A woman, black hair in large, loose curls. Beautiful woman by herself in this part of town? Likely cutting through from a party in the higher end of the city and made the bad judgement call to walk back home instead of calling a cab.
From so high up, I can see her cleavage perfectly and her large breasts wobbling in their prison of cloth. She is wearing a wine-red dress with pencil skirt. Clutching a purse with both hands. That won't help her when the prospective thief pulls a knife, or worse. The police have been busy lately, trying to deal with several bestial monsters... like me. Obviously; they haven't gotten them all yet. I don't even blink as I watch her, following silently from above. My paw pads mute my careful steps and my enormously long tail helps me balance on the narrow path I walk.
Another scrambling of feet. The woman stops and looks around, her ice-blue eyes frantically scanning the shadows. Problem with these narrow lanes is that sound echoes- making it very hard to tell where it came from. I have a better idea than her but I still don't know for sure till I see the monster. Another woman but this one is mostly naked with clinging scraps of an outfit that used to be. My gaze stops on her heaving breasts but not because of her supple bosom. I can weakly see infrared- I can see how high her body temperature is. She has lost control of herself to her beast aspect.
Her feet are lion paws, and she has the tail of a lioness as well. Her D cup breasts loom over a pair of B cups, which stand watch over two sets of nipples on her midriff that have no visible breasts behind them. She has large bird wings on her back, and the nails on her hands have turned into large hooked talons- deforming the ends of her fingers to make room. It almost looks like she is wearing a mouth-guard, but on closer examination you can see that it is actually her teeth. All her teeth have fused together and are too big for her to completely close her lips around them. They are starting to grow into a beak, but are still relatively early in their transformation.
I leap into the laneway, running straight down the vertical wall, using my pads to loosely grip the brick wall, not to slow myself but to simply maintain a bit of control on my descent. I can feel her eyes shift to me and jump across again. Shoving my arms forward I brace my weight for only a fraction of a second to leap across to the wall of the building I was originally on. Before the mutant can turn her head to try and follow me, I jump again. Front left paw slams into her face, big enough to encompass it, grip, and as we ball back with my weight- I slam the back of her head against the road and knock her out. The normal woman did not know I was stalking her, but I bet she is glad I was. Someone has to keep these people safe.
Hm, I suppose I should start from the top. This may be a journal about me, but in case I let anyone else read this- you'd probably be confused if you were not already familiar with the Gensynth incident. Gensynth was a local company that was researching a way to transplant immune system information between different species. To potentially give humans immunities to otherwise dangerous illnesses that other animals already possess. In order to do that- they need detained animals in which to extract from. Some deranged animal rights activists decided to bomb the place to set them free.
Well, not only did they harm several of the animals in the blast- hurting the critters they were supposedly trying to save, but they also exploded Gensynth's genetic concoctions into the air to be ingested by humans. Most were dosed with so little that it did nothing. But some people suddenly grew a tail, or their ears changed shape. And a few people... well a few people end up like the woman I just knocked out, or... like me. Name is Keith, by the way.
I was in my apartment when it happened. So close to the Gensynth building that there was shrapnel from the blast embedded in the side of our building. Police came by to tell everyone to remain calm and indoors- so we were for the time being imprisoned in our own apartments by police order. Some of us were not aware this also meant keep our windows closed. Had no idea the genetic goop had been pureed into the air yet.
My first clue something was wrong is my lower back muscles twitching. Squirming around like when you get a muscle cramp, but it wasn't cramping- it didn't hurt. But as it squirmed the muscle grew, creating a little bulge, then a cone off my tail bone. Then the bone itself started to grow. Calcium jelly bled from out of the existing vertebrae and hardens into new ones, dragging the nerves longer as the muscles pulse gently around the outside of the forming bone casing, stretching the skin ahead of it all to make sure there is room. A chubby little noodle, then a short tail. Then a light coating of fur started to form and I started to panic. When the police return later to check on everyone I need to hide this, or I am going to end up in some research pod getting cut open as someone's science experiment!
The fur grows out very pale grey at first, but as the tail gets longer some small black spots form. I almost thought of a cheetah at first but they are yellow and black, not grey and black. Then as the tail grew still larger and longer the spots spread out opening in the middle- so the larger ones are rings, not solid spots. Pale blue-grey pelt on top, white below with ring shaped spots... snow leopard.
The evolution of my feet did nothing to prove me wrong, either. My feet kept getting longer and I started to stand up just on the fronts because walking on my soles was getting downright awkward because of the length. It hurt to walk like that too for more than a couple of minutes but my body was also quick to formulate a solution. My leg hair on my shins and tops of my feet thickened and softened to fur, starting to grow into the same pelt over my tail. By then my tail was as long as my legs were and almost as wide too- snow leopards have very big and very bushy tails.
My feet solved the pain problem as they filled with warmth of growth and the skin started to get shoved outward. Bulging into bubbles as fat deposits formed to act as built-in cushions. They form on the front of my foot at the base of each toe but grow so big that they all sort of merge together into one long pad. Another forms behind these, a large plump pad to help keep what had been the soles of my foot up off the ground- even if I tried to put it back down. Then another small pad on the end of each toe as my nails become narrow, but tall and sharp hooked claws. The fur continued to spread throughout so by the time I was standing on paws- the fur coat was already spreading up over my thighs!
My pubic hair had turned into a bush of powder-soft white fur. My ears had started to change shape too- but no fur there yet so it just looked like I had oddly shaped ears; could still pass them as human. A patch of white fluff was forming in the middle of my chest by dinner time that day. Was too worried to eat that day anyway. Just went to bed, kicking off my clothes to try and rest; seemed the only thing I could do that would actually help the situation any. At least by then the fire fighters across the way got the fires under control so there wasn't a risk of a second explosion.
Looking down at myself in bed I realized I hadn't checked on my junk in a while. Since I was only wearing underpants at that point I pulled them down to take a peek, sure enough; started transforming too. Foreskin bulked up and the rest of my dick sort of just sank into it- creating a nest of flesh around where it used to stand. A proto-sheath. My skin color was also changing to night-black. The white fur coated my balls but hadn't taken the sheath yet. The skin color changes slightly ahead of the fur growth, so you can see the shift just above wherever the fur is.
All my poking and prodding started to wake my cock up, and it started to emerge again from its nest. The glans seemed a bit taller and narrower than before, but the rest seemed relatively unchanged- even the skin color remained untainted; only the forming sheath is turning black. Well, I was getting an erection anyway and it would certainly pass the time. So of course I just grabbed the thing and started to piston it.
The foreskin was turning into a sheath though, so the skin of the shaft is more taut than a normal human would be- can't just jerk it up and down, had to go light till the throbs sent up some lube for me to use. I noticed my hand catching on something and looked at the palm of my free hand and realized I was getting paw pads there too, slowly. Oh great... hands devolve into paws, and this will be the last time I get myself off like this. As I paw myself off though; the pleasure causes automatic clenches in my muscles and they are mirrored by other, more sudden and unfamiliar clenches and shifts! I had unintentionally woken up other traits inside of me.
My changes up to this point had been slow- slow enough that I sort of just notice them being something doesn't sit right and look down to visually see that something had already changed. But that is because I was locked in my apartment and not really using my body. Masturbating involves a lot of muscles, and increased circulation- so suddenly the changes let their foot off the breaks.
My urethra bulged massively, but then grew so large its shape against the rest of the shaft became obscured. With my hand it felt... too solid. No matter how big it is, you can pretty easily push in on the urethral bulge cause it's just a hollow tube- there isn't anything in it. But it was starting to feel more like the body of my cock itself, and as it grew it was obscured entirely, like my dick somehow became a perfect cylinder! The veins bulged obscenely turning my shaft into a maze of pale violet tubes. The increase in blood pressure made the head almost feel itchy. I grabbed it just below the head- the flesh too taut on the glans themselves to touch directly. They blushed violet from pressure.
I could feel the skin become more coarse against my fingers and gently removed my hand for a moment, watching as the normally unnoticeably small bumps around the corona suddenly become visible. The corona itself deep bruise purple from pressure to the more pale skin of the growing bumps stood out. Literally and figuratively. They start to compete for space, but something else shifted so they wouldn't have to.
It felt like my skin was struggling to keep up as the solid body of the shaft tried to stretch longer- causing the glans to stand further out but get narrower at the same time, pointier. Become a tapered penis- the glans getting stretched out of existence entirely. This also stretched the corona flatter against my shaft which spread the bristles out over a larger area. I noticed by then that they were also all the way around- I could not find my frenulum! My glans went all the way around uninterrupted, no cleft in the head. Of course- now they glans were stretched away so there would be no interruption now regardless.
Like touching a newborn animal trying your best not to hurt the delicate little thing- I gingerly brushed my fingers over the bristled that used to make the head of my dick and shivered. My cock clenched and the bristles flared out for a moment from the touch. Oooh they are sensitive. Thanks to stretching out- my overall cock was by then at least an inch and a half bigger than it had been before... but it was also far from done.
My tail stiffened a moment while this was happening too- though my attention was entirely on my cock for obvious reasons so I only half-registered what was happening to my tail. It started to swell, thicker and longer but it was already huge. Though the fur on it remained that of your standard snow leopard- the traits of another beast were blended into it, making it freakishly giant! It looked like the tail trailed further up my back, because all the muscle and meat transitioning to its thick base could be seen trailing off halfway up the small of my back! Longer than my legs, starting to trail off the end of my bed. As thick as my lower leg... then as thick as my thighs! Still growing.
Then it hit me. Felt almost like someone trying to inflate my dick like a balloon- a heat and an outward pressure from deep inside. It went as hard as it can get, the bristles stood on end and the veins fattened again! There was a quiet sound- almost like boots crunching down slowly on sticky snow. It was the super-rapid expansion of flesh. Hands off at that point- I think I had a fistful of the bed on either side and just shoved my hip into the air and squirmed, feelings too intense to really think.
The bristles grew in number and in size, going from a wide band of uniform bumps to a forest. They did not all grow evenly, either, some remained simple small, rigid bristles. Others grew into barbs and a few toward the end of my forest grew so large they were like spikes- they get paler toward their tips. That ain't no cat penis, it's a mix of something else too- but something else that also has phallic barbs.
My cock suddenly stretched wide at the base, then slowly the width expanded up the entire length. The pulse immediately after that woke me up a bit. I actually concentrated against the pleasure to examine it more critically. When it throbs, it isn't just the usual clench and then the whole thing stiffens. I can feel a very brief travel time of the blood and tissue tightness... spiraling. All the bloated veins on my shaft have a slight lean to them- they don't spread from bottom to top, they loosely spiral.
I groaned loudly, mind half-whited out in pleasure and sweating my ass off in a mix of worry and confusion at my genital's mutation. My tail was still growing during this, by the way. Now long enough to drag on the floor under the foot of the bed and thicker at the base than my thighs- it deformed my anus into a triangle against its base to make room. The shaggier fur off the bottom of the tail is as long as the hair on my head is! My dick now got wider, because it was trying to pull itself into two different directions at once. My other animal... is a snake, thus the monstrously huge tail. But a snake is endowed with a hemipene... it has two dicks, not one.
The wider it stretches, the deeper the divot becomes. The growth over the urethra was a second shaft- putting my urethra dead-center in the shaft rather than along the bottom. A divot forms on either side of the shaft and they spiral loosely up the length, getting deeper the stronger it throbs. It starts to grow bigger too. Male snake are usually considerably smaller than the female, so their endowments have to be comparatively huge in order to fit. But, I am the size of a human, so a snake member sized up for MY body is gigantic. The black skinned sheath undulates at the base as still more cock length surges up from inside of me, growing and then branching out inside its nest of flesh at the base. Starting to look like a magenta colored traffic cone on my crotch.
I groan real loud, my whole body clenches from the sensation. The skin trying to split feels like someone sucking real aggressively on it. Deeper the divot gets, my urethra starts to split in the middle, then suddenly it gives up. My cock wobbles a bit on its own as the tension vanishes, but then I gasp sharply and thrust my hips up again as it re-directs the last of its energy into simply getting longer! I don't even know how long this monster actually is. If I put both hands- middle fingers and thumbs together- trying to wrap them around the base, I cannot do it, it's wider than the grip of both hands together. The length? Well it's not as long as my arm, but it is longer than from my fingertip to my elbow. I put my arm up along this thing- it is touching halfway up my upper arm.
Snake have two cocks but a leopard only has one- it seems my body decided to split the difference here too. I have two shafts but they are fused together. The opening of my urethra looks like the number 8. The barbs get smaller toward the divots on either side, so the tall spike-like ones are in the middle on either side. Three spike-like ones in a column, then two medium sized ones flanking that, then bristles of tapering size into the cleft. My shaft also has two tips technically but like my urethra they join in the middle, so it's more like one tip shaped like a figure-eight.
I was real gentle touching myself again, afraid it was going to engorge so hard it explodes, or start mutating suddenly and radically again if I do anything. Boy those barbs are extremely sensitive, and also stick very far out so they are easy to catch and bend. I brushed my hand over the forest of barbs ONCE, after that onslaught and I immediately orgasmed. Two streams of cum twisted around one another- if you watch the jets of hot goo, it actually continues to spiral outside of my body for a ways, because its momentum is already in a twist by the time it exits. I learned that part later on though; for that first time? I wasn't thinking of anything or noticing shit- I was just feeling and squirming around like a worm in the sunlight.
Didn't remember going to sleep, woke up the next day, fur growing on my forearms and the backs of my hands. The ends of my fingers now flipped the wrong damn way and the pads that had been forming in my palms now full and fat. Thumb starting to regress, hard to hold anything. Almost the retractable claws of a feline. I was trying to think of ways to cover up that I had been mutated but that is kind of hard when I have a tail longer than I am tall and will soon no longer have hands.
And that is a problem... because the police came knocking on my door wondering if I was alright. Because several other people in the building also had open windows and had to then be detained because the devolved into monstrous hybrids. I didn't want to end up as some lab experiment, but uh... how do you hide THIS? Well my dick at least managed to pack itself away in its new home, now the sheath completed into a white furred tunnel- loosely adhered to my underside. I can say I am alright all I like- the police aren't dumb enough to leave till they see I am alright with their own eyes. But that is when I discovered a little bit of a silver lining.
And that brings me back to the night later on- when I saved that woman. Denise is her name. I could see she was afraid of me too, even though I had saved her, so to ease her mind I reverted to my human form, naked as I was, just covered my endowments with my hand. Not everyone affected went mad. And not everyone who went mad, lost their minds. Some are just angry. Angry they were turned into monsters, angry the police are trying to detain them. Angry at the frightened faces of those who used to be their neighbors. I am too. But I kept my head down, and try to mitigate the damages, trying to calm down both sides so we can meet in the middle. Once she seen I meant no harm, she offered me to come back to her place. Didn't think I could find love with the city in the state it is. Especially not with me being one of the monsters, but there you go.
Wait, how did I get on this topic again? Oh right! My ability to change back! That came in real handy with Denise too- because I ended up having to save her yet again. On our first date out, man stepped out with a gun and tried to mug us. I guess I didn't look very intimidating beside her because I generally only wear my shit clothes these days post-transformation. She was dressed beautifully as usual but, being a woman- most men don't expect much of a fight from her. Especially not when a gun is involved.
Of course, I don't take shit from some pissant teen, gun or not. I just put a hand up, told him it wasn't worth the trouble he will get in if he is caught- doubly so if he actually pulls the trigger. And it is two against one besides. What does he expect is going to happen? He shoots her- I break his fucking neck. He shoots me, Denice puts one of her spike heels through his temple and lobotomizes him. There is no scenario in which he walks away from this. Of course being a angsty teen he didn't take my advice. Got angry, shot me anyway. Right chest, any further over and he would have gotten my shoulder. Nice shot, dipshit- the heart is in the middle, slightly to the left, you missed.
Denise screamed in fear, caught what she thought was my corpse as it falls back, realizes instantly it only weighs a fraction as much as it should. I land paw-first into the teen's face and slam him into the ground. Tries to beat me off with the handle of the gun, I turn and lance his arm on my two inch long fangs, he drops the weapon, pisses himself, and me and Denise resume our date.
What he shot, and what Denise caught was my castoff skin. Snakes change their skins- I am able to revert human for short periods of time by casting off my previous form. I can only hold it off for a few hours before I start to transform back into my beast -self. Need to cast off another layer to turn human again. So I can only do it once or twice a day, which is only thanks to me still being part mammal- and thus having a much higher metabolism than an actual snake.
Oh, but my form by the time I met Denise was completed, guess I never told you how that ended up before getting sidetracked, ahaha. Well, it wouldn't be hard to guess anyway. The fur patches on my hand and arms connected and consumed my lower limbs, and my hands devolved the rest of the way into the huge, broad paws of a snow leopard. Their paws need to be real broad so they don't sink in the snow.
Where it got a bit odd was my nipples- flattened out. Male nipples; not like I paid them much mind in the first place. But then the areola faded into my regular skin color, erasing them entirely which looked odd, to see a human chest with just... nothing there. My skin then started to get a bit thicker, and stiffer. Started to layer itself, little ridges forming down my front. While it was happening I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Snake scales- sort of.
See, a snake isn't just a tube; its belly is flat, and instead of the normal scales the rest of it has, its belly has wide strip-like scales that help grab onto the ground under it, so it can, y'know, move. I didn't grow any normal scales, I only developed those banded ones along my front. The flesh grows thick and longer- overlapping very slightly, and becoming stiff with keratin- the same thing your fingernails is made out of. So if you ever wondered what it would feel like for a snake to lose one of its scales? Take a pair of plyers and rip off one of your fingernails. Pretty much the same thing.
But, while this was happening; my body decided to make it easier to look down the front of my body by forcing me onto all fours. Yup- even before my hips shifted; my spine did. Snake genes were not done asserting themselves as my body became MUCH longer. Leopard fur raced up from my legs and tail, then groin, then down from the patch on my upper chest where the plate scales started, moving around the scales obviously. The scales also did not inherit the darkening the rest of my skin did. When covered with fur- my skin turns black, but the scales are a golden-brown; like the skin of a rattler. My claws are also the same color, but not my pads; those are black.
No idea just how long I am- being unable to stand up in feral form makes measuring rather difficult. My torso must be at least twice its previous length though, if not more. Then you have my monstrously huge tail after that. Very serpentine in form, but just glancing at me; I certainly do not leave a very snake-like impression, thanks to being almost entirely covered in the leopard-print fur. I am more of a long-cat than a furry-snake.
My neck ended up the normal length at least, pretty much just got consumed in fur. Face twitching as whiskers grow out- it feels so weird and prickly when they grow. But they are also very sensitive, on purpose. Through them I can sense movement in a room without being in physical contact with it. I know something is approaching me without needing to look at it. But speaking of looking, oh MAN- my brain had a hell of a time figuring this one out. My vision split entirely. My pupils became long narrow slits, but there is like... another pair of eyes, below my normal ones.
I don't know if you would even call them eyes, because they do not see things like my default ones do- they sense. Receptors behind my lower eyelids that can pick up on infrared light only. I gained a rattlesnake's ability to see heat. Took me and hour to see anything after that change though, because parsing that information scrambled my brain and I ended up just closing my eyes entirely. Slowly open them for a few seconds here n there to ease my brain into it.
Fur enveloped my face too, barely felt that in comparison to the other changes; just felt like a warmth slowly creeping over me. When it got to my hair it started to push it out, from the bottom up. Hair fell out- fur grew in. Ears became round and very slightly triangular, developed muscles under them to let them pivot around, so I can aim my hearing, making it impossible to sneak up on me. Back of my ears are solid black as well as the bare flesh interior, but the edges are snow white to frame them. The ring shaped spots on my body transition to little black speckles on my face, lips turned black before the fur even got on my face. The fur growth traced the path my facial hair already took before enclosing on the rest of my face.
Scared myself a moment when my jaws started to push out. It felt weird so I yawned my mouth open and rotated my jaw- loud pop and I snapped it right in half. Thought I had somehow broke my own jaw for a moment, till I realized it was just snake traits. Snakes can spread the mandibles of their lower jaw, to make their mouth very, very wide when needed. Snake teeth are more for trapping and hurting their prey- not actually chewing it. My upper canines also grew two inches long while the rest simply sharpened into fangs. My canines are now able to lay flat in my mouth when not in use, or stand them up straight; there is a tiny pin-hole at the end of them that can deliver venom into my prey. It does no lasting harm, but turns out my venom temporarily hinders their nervous system, temporarily paralyzing them. Which usually makes them shit themselves in the process, so, that's kinda funny.
Now my first time with Denise? Hadn't planned for it, she just come on strong once I got her back to her place safe and sound, she invited me in. I figured she just wanted me to get inside so no one seen the naked man standing outside her door. Which may have also been true. But she wanted to reward me for saving her life, and being walked home by a strong naked man had her in the mood besides. Trouble is that I can only maintain human form for limited periods of time; by then I was sweating trying to keep the beast in, no way I could have done it while having sex. But she apparently didn't mind. Denise told me it was fine to let it out.
Thanks to my giant tail and my entire body getting longer, I end up considerably larger than her in beast mode. I sure ain't no house cat. While on all fours my head is still at her upper midriff. When she stripped and sat on the edge of the bed- ah, that is a change I forgot to mention before...
When my face pushed forward into a short muzzle my nostrils grew long but narrow, making the front of my nose triangular in shape with a slight cleft upper lip. But when that happened it felt like my tongue got sucked backwards, collapsing into itself like it was inverting! It felt like it collapsed back into my throat but I could not feel it in my throat. So like, my tongue was there but my throat could not detect it. It had actually gotten a LOT longer, but the reason it collapsed is the previous length of tongue now stiffened into a sheath, for its new length. Like a serpent my tongue emerges from a tube that rests adhered to the bottom of my mouth, like my dick from the sheath between my legs.
Denise just smiles, nervous and giddy at the same time. I approach and she feels my hot breath on her nethers as I open my mouth a bit and let out my very long tongue. It can extend extremely long and narrow- but not nearly as narrow as a snake's tongue, nor is it forked on the end. You know what it does have though? The texture of wet sandpaper. Its covered in tiny flesh bristled like a cat's tongue. I trace a circle around her clit, knowing it would be too much for direct contact, then my black lips kissed her pussy as my tongue plunged inside! She immediately grabbed up the sheet on either side of herself and leaned back moaning. I can penetrate her deeper than most men, using only my tongue.
With my face I nudge her a bit every few seconds while tickling her pussy with my dexterous tongue, getting her further and further onto the bed. Then my front paws. I am so long that she needs to be oriented correctly on the bed, otherwise I can't get both my front and back halves onto the bed at the same time. Because my body is the entire length of the bed, never mind my tail. Actually if I pushed my head against one wall and stretched my tail completely straight- I am pretty sure I am longer than the entire room.
My enormous phallus slides out, already having let out a bit of pre in the sheath so the sheath helps spread it down the shaft. The barbs start to stiffen and stand up when it is already out- requiring a higher blood pressure to already be present in order to erect. I aim the twin tips and slowly ease in. The barbs bend easily and have a downward bend to them already, so getting them inside is easy. Once they are inside however- as soon as I try to pull back they will catch on the muscle ribs of the inner pussy and drag, trying to anchor me in place. It also massages her insides , making sure there is no place left unteased.
I place a huge paw on either side of her head, and as I start thrusting into her gently I lean down, and part my lower mandibles, and swallow an entire E cup breast into my mouth, whole. My bristly tongue coils her erect nipple and slowly turns around it, gently scratching it while I suck the entire tit in my mouth. I eventually coil my furry tail around her legs getting them tangled together. Being able to see the bulge my dick made in her was so hot on its own; bigger than a traffic cone, she was stretched as far open as possible, but because my cock is tapered it isn't that hard to take in- it accommodates the stretching.
The barbs are also the most sensitive part of my cock, like my corona and frenulum had been, but a hundred times easier to hit. My cock takes up all the space inside of her, so they push out her inner walls and pluck the muscle ribs of her vagina like the strings on a guitar- and oh what sweet music we played together.
Not used to a cock this big, when I finally came it almost felt like I was erupting my entire lower body hollow. My dicks can technically be fired off individually, like a snake- either dick connects to its own testicle. But since mine never fully divided, it would be incredibly difficult to get one off and not the other. So I obviously shot her with both barrels. Denise had cum several times by then- each time I had to slow my thrusts to a near-stop so the fluttering of her pussy around my shaft didn't tip me over. Wanted to enjoy myself as long as possible after all. I didn't think there would be a round 2.
But I didn't think I would get to have sex at all as a monster and I was proven wrong then, I will be proven wrong again. Me and Denise have been seeing each other for some time now. I only need to hold a human shape for as long as the public portion of our date goes- she proffers the beast in bed anyway. When I am not having fun with Denise though; I am out stalking the streets. Looking for others in trouble. I hunt the other monsters who lost their way or turned violent. But I also stalk gangsters and pickpockets too.
I can hunt silently and effectively. I am yet to encounter an opponent who can hunt me, so I do what I can to protect the people, and in doing so, try and negate the animosity between the normal people and those affected by the Gensynth disaster. The police gave up opposing me almost immediately when they saw I was only helping, now they help spread my growing reputation. Heh, they refer to me as 'Long Snow'.
As for Gensynth? They are still trying to round up all the mutants and of course I am included. In fact, I am pretty sure most of them would want to capture me most of all, due to everyone being aware of my presence, and their continued inability to capture me. But they never patrol where I am currently hunting, Denise makes sure of that. Wonder what they would all think if they found out their CEO is fucking the Long Snow?