FSE

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”Ay carajo,” Ari exclaimed as the starship’s right engine suddenly exploded in a quiet shower of molten metal and razor-sharp shards. “Fuck! What the fucking…”

The ship shook as if the world was ending as the shockwave resonated through it. The explosion itself was silent, but the alarms blaring and items inside the ship clattering around make it seem cataclysmic, like some sort of end of days.

Jamie had already jumped the separation control, and he was feverishly pulling failsafe switches and mashing confirmation buttons that confirmed previous confirmations to ditch the wing as quickly as humanly possible, while watching, through the window, a rocket fuel-fed fire slowly consuming the metal and creeping closer and closer to the body of the ship.

“Vamos! Hurry the fuck up!” Ari yelled, watching the same thing.

Jamie grabbed the biggest of the levers – the final separation valve – and yanked on it with all his might. “It’s stuck! Come on Ari, help!”

Ari, being a good head and shoulders taller and stronger than his shipmate and partner, rushed over and grabbed the lever, and yanked it with all the might his muscular body could muster. It didn’t move, so he, cursing at the top of his lungs, pulled it again, and again, already imagining how it’d feel to be consumed by flames and if he’d asphyxiate before he burned alive or not. He braced his legs against the wall and pulled, pulled, pulled.

And then, the lever finally moved. Ari yanked so hard that his hands slipped as the lever notched into position, and he threw himself into the opposing wall. The ship’s burning wing came loose and within seconds, was gone, a brief flaming spark fading away into the depths of space.

“Yeah, okay. Next time we’re buying a new ship,” Jamie panted. “Are you alright?”

Ari was clutching his head and groaning. He was bruised, but he’d be alright. After a shot of painkillers and maybe a drink later, anyway. But a situation like this carried a lot more dread implications than merely the lost wing.

“Where are we?” Ari asked. “The planet below- fuck me, it’s not the one I think it is, is it?”

The two were stuck in a planet’s gravitational well. With only one engine, the ship couldn’t wrest itself free. It was a mere cargo ship, after all, meant to meander through space at a leisurely speed, not a cruiser or a fighter that could bend space. That meant they’d have to land for repairs. And that meant-

Jamie pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, it is.”

Back when humanity first expanded into the stars, there had been a splinter faction of Posthumanists who had wished to leave their entire species behind. They had blasted off into space, overloaded themselves with mutagens, and ended up with all kinds of hybrid shapes. Supposedly, their home planet – which Ari and Jamie were now orbiting – was quite a nice place.

If you weren’t human, that was.

They didn’t take kindly to human visitors, and so, the planet had been deemed off-limits by the galactic federation, in the interest of letting the Posthumanists simply live their lives as they pleased, bothering no one. This was a deal that they had happily accepted, and so far, nobody had really broken the truce, bar for some errant explorers who had never returned.

That meant, of course, that Ari and Jamie were deeply fucked. Once they landed, they’d probably…

“Get eaten? Do they eat humans?” Ari asked with a sigh.

“Hell if I know,” Jamie replied, though he was bouncing his leg, clearly at least suspecting that it might be the case. “I hope not.”

“So, what do we do?” Ari prodded. “We can’t go anywhere without repairs and the explosion took out the radio, too.”

Jamie didn’t have an immediate answer, but they had some time to think. He sat down, buried his face in his hands, and started doing just that. Some ideas flashed through his mind; disguises, stealth – it might be possible to sneak out and steal a ship from the Posthumanists – or even diplomacy. It was possible, if unlikely, that they’d be more understanding about an accidental crash than an intentional landing. They could even take the ship’s cargo as payment for letting them live.

“Hold on,” he said. “What is our cargo?”

“Uh,” Ari stuttered, ineloquently, not having been paying much attention when the ship was getting loaded. It wasn’t really any of his business. Now, though, it suddenly was. He turned around in his chair and pulled up the cargo manifests.

“Looks like a few things. Chips from Earth factories. Weapons, naturally, ‘cause literally nowhere can just exist in peace, and then there’s genetic samples for some biologists trying to seed life on one of those Earthlikes,” he read out. “Anything we can use?”

“Mm. Genetic samples. From animals? I mean…” Jamie trailed off, deep in thought. “Could maybe engineer those into an RNA virus, and um… have you ever wanted to be like, a catboy?”

“Um, can’t say I have,” Ari replied. “You’re thinking we’d transform ourselves into hybrid animals like Posthumanists?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of anything else we can do… yet, anyway,” Jamie replied. “Let’s see, we have like half the animals of earth back there in DNA form…”

He browsed through the list. They had all the animals of the first half of the alphabet, the second half being delivered by someone else. Jamie showed the list to Ari. “Anything strike your fancy?”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re actually serious? We’d just transform ourselves?” he asked, incredulous.

“I mean, you got any better solution, big guy?” Jamie asked and then burst out into laughter. “It worked for the Posthumanists, didn’t it? If you have literally any other solution, tell me. And quick, before our orbit decays too much.”

“Would we even be ourselves?” Ari asked.

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t be, by all accounts they have a civilization down there. Like, you can see city lights at night,” Jamie replied, gesturing vaguely towards the planet. “However animalistic they are, they’re at least capable of most of what we are.”

Ari sighed. “It’s a stupid plan.”

“Yeah, but do we have a better one?” Jamie asked. “Don’t got forever, either. I guess we gotta be the… what was that word you like using? Pendejos?”

Ari snorted. His partner was right, though. If a stupid plan was the only plan, what else could they do but follow it? He brushed his fingers through his curly hair and tried to think. If he was going to become some sort of animal, he’d at least want it to be his favorite. But only from the first half of the alphabet.

“What do you think?” he finally asked.

“For me? I’m gonna go with bunny. And cow. Little bit of dog. Yeah, ‘cause they’re all hybrids down there, not singular species,” Jamie laughed. He sounded almost manic.

“Cow?” Ari asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, like, cows are never afraid so it should balance out bunnies being afraid of everything,” Jamie laughed. “Just gonna be cool as a cucumber, and hopefully cute. How do you like the idea of a spotty, tail-wagging bunny boy for a partner?”

“Guess you could do worse,” Ari chuckled. “How about me?”

“Well, you like hyenas?” Jamie suggested. He was still scrolling through the list of animals, but walked over to his seat where he could remotely operate the ship’s limited molecular constructors. They had what they needed to make a transformative genetic cocktail, and he was already working on it. Or rather, the machines were.

“Yeah, hyenas are cool and all,” Ari laughed. “What do I go with for the second, though?”

“I dunno, check the tablet,” Jamie replied.

He did. Horse, maybe? No, it felt a little too cliché. Cat? Not his style. Dog was an option, but the manifest didn’t specify what breed. But then his eyes fell on one of his favorite animals since childhood: the king cobra!

“Cobra!” he exclaimed, with uncharacteristic excitement. “Can we do cobra?”

“Oh, I guess… hum… I’ll see what I can do, it’s not easy to fuse reptile and mammal but I think the automated systems can just about manage it,” Jamie replied. His own transformative cocktail was close to being done, already; bunnies and cows, it turned out, were fairly compatible in the grand scheme of things.

Ari leaned in and interrupted his work with a deep kiss, pressing his lips against his lover’s, and lingering there for a good few moments.

“Just in case we don’t make it out as ourselves,” he explained. “I love you.”

“Love you too, but you gotta let me work before we crash,” Jamie laughed, though the kiss certainly left him flustered. “Won’t be much left to love if you don’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, I getcha. Just do your thing, I’ll sit here and stare at the wall,” Ari sighed again, before hopping back into the pilot’s seat. For the few hours it took for Jamie to finish the transformative cocktails, he did, indeed, mostly just stare. After he made sure that there wasn’t any option he had missed.

There wasn’t, not that he could find. Barring a friendly ship noticing their distress, there was little they could do except hope that the Posthumanists below would be willing to help. As long as they had shed enough of their own humanity, it should be possible for them to buy a ship, or at least get shelter, and then steal one to escape.

Soon enough, after a quick visit to the back of the ship where the fabricators were, Jamie tapped his shoulder, and held out a little vial. The liquid inside was a reddish brown. He had another in his other hand, that one grey.

“You want to go first? We probably should do them one at a time,” Ari suggested.

“We could. You take yours when I’m about… done,” his partner replied with a nervous grin. “It’s enough to just swallow it. I hope it goes well.”

“Well, if it doesn’t, I can definitely say my life was better with than without you,” Ari replied. He watched, with some concern – but also a liberating sense of helplessness – as Jamie downed his own vial, and then sat down.

“S-should probably get rid of the clothes, when I think about it,” he stuttered, the taste bitter enough that it caught in his throat, but with Ari’s help, he was quickly naked, and with his feet in his partner’s lap for comfort and reassurance. It was a thing they did; when Jamie got nervous, he’d ask Ari to rub his feet. The pleasure was mutual, and though Ari himself was rarely nervous, he still accepted the footrubs happily.

Mostly because it turned him on quite a lot.

Either way, Jamie’s feet soon felt warm to the touch. Feverishly warm. Jamie squirmed as the effects of his improvised cocktail began to take hold, and Ari, in response, dug his thumbs into his soft soles to rub and knead them. It was him that noticed, first, the thin layer of brown fur that was growing over his partner’s legs, and then his feet too. He didn’t say anything; Jamie seemed to be happy keeping his eyes shut and relaxing as much as he could.

The transformation quickly progressed. His feet didn’t change much, but looking at the rest of his body, where the brown fur was quickly growing longer, Ari noticed something he hadn’t expected: his lover’s chest was slowly swelling, his nipples puffing up into something more feminine. He still didn’t say anything; it was fascinating to watch a pair of what definitely looked like breasts grow out in real time. He kept rubbing Jamie’s feet, kneading the muscles and gently pinching each toe between his fingers, to keep any bad feelings at bay. It’d always worked in the past.

Jamie opened his eyes with a groan as he began to notice the changes himself. He glanced down his chest, and his eyes went wide.

“I mean… fuck me, I must’ve forgotten to check…” he groaned, his hands reflexively clutching at his growing breasts. “Oh whatever, it’s fine.”

“I hope you checked the sex of my samples,” Ari chuckled. He was getting turned on by watching the changes, especially with Jamie’s soft feet in his lap, resting against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Y-yeah, and I thought I did for mine too,” Jamie replied. His voice sounded a little more high-pitched than before, and to Ari’s surprise, his belly seemed to be growing too. No, not growing. Changing, his skin growing redder as it swelled out into multiple points like an udder. No, not just like one.

“Did you specifically pick cow and not like… bull?”

“F-fff-fuck me, it feels so good,” was all Jamie could groan in response, though he was blushing with some embarrassment too, apparently not having thought about – stressed as he was – that all cows were female.

An easy mistake to make, but Ari didn’t mind. Whether he or she, Jamie would look just stunning. Those breasts certainly were shaping up beautifully, and the udder… well, Ari was kinky enough that he was already imagining nursing on one of the teats. He grinned, grinding his clothed cock against a pair of increasingly rabbit-like footpaws while admiring the way that Jamie’s hard cock shrank, and shrank, until it was little more than a stiff nub above his balls, which were also shrinking away, and seemingly taking his masculinity with them.

“At least you’re going to look sexy with that udder. Might be hard to hide, though,” Ari chuckled. He had never thought about udders as something sexual before, but it looked perfect on his mate, even if he wouldn’t fully be a cow. A big, plentiful udder and breasts full of milk to nurse their many offspring. Wait, where had that thought even come from?

Jamie was squirming. He hadn’t expected this, but it was such a stupid mistake to make. A cow, of course a cow was female! He cursed himself for that, but then again, he hadn’t ever really based his identity on being male, and so – while it still stung, certainly, because he had always thought of himself as an intelligent man – he’d get over it. If not before, then after he’d gotten fucked a few times.

His hands roamed over his body, brushing through soft, leporine fur. A pressure at the base of his spine forced him to stand up briefly, where a distinctly canid tail was slowly growing out from just above his increasingly shapely ass. It was already wagging, despite how overwhelming the sensations of his whole being transforming were.

“A t-tail, of course,” Jamie stuttered, as if he was really surprised by it. Try as he might, he couldn’t manage to make the wagging stop.

As Ari watched, Jamie’s entire body suddenly seized up as the last trace of his formerly rather attractive balls disappeared, leaving his crotch smooth and hairless, while the udder above it swelled to full size, already leaking a white liquid that had be milk. And above those, his breasts, now perhaps a double D – as far as Ari knew women’s cup sizes – were lactating too. He had never thought about it before, but in a twisted way, he found himself incredibly attracted to the kinky idea of nursing on his partner.

By the time his smooth crotch began to puff out in a mound, a beautiful feminine vulva, was the time that Ari downed his vial, too. The ship wouldn’t remain in orbit forever, and he wanted to be fully transformed by the time they crashed. The liquid tasted like mud and burned his tongue and throat on the way down. Here we go then, goodbye beautiful human body, he thought grimly, though his cock was hard as diamond at the thought of transforming just like Jamie was. He just hoped he’d remain male.

Though maybe lactating wouldn’t be so bad.

Now, for Jamie, the transformation had looked pleasant, perhaps blissful, maybe ecstatic from how he kept moaning. For Ari – who had chosen such predatory species for himself – it turned out to be quite different.

The first wave of transformation was like a seizure that gripped every muscle of his body. He nearly fell out of his chair but managed to grip it tightly enough to stay seated. It felt like power. Raw, carnal power that surged through him like a whitewater rapid. Ari let out an instinctive growl as his fur began to grow in. Red, in his case. Maybe it was how beige fur looked, cast in the copper dye of a cobra’s scales, he thought, though it was difficult to think at all in the grasp of the transformation.

And then it felt like his bones were alive and squirming beneath his skin, like every inch of his skeleton was painfully trying to get out. Bones thickened immediately to support new mass, but in doing so, they shattered and then fused again and again like ice in early spring. The sensation was agonizing, but Ari managed to push through that initial spasming seizure with nothing but sheer willpower. He could only feel happy that Jamie had been spared that side of things while he sweated, squirmed, and thrashed, the pain only slowly being washed away by endorphins and something else. Something beautiful, an exotic spice of a fragrance.

Ari managed to glimpse Jamie’s pussy forming, though. It was immediately leaking with desire the moment the lips parted and left open an inviting pink slit. He could smell her, too – yes, it made no real sense to think of the bunny-cow as a man anymore – and the scent burned even fiercer than the vial’s contents had, teasing his changing nose with a pheromone-laden scent that left his cock throbbing precum onto his short-furred belly. The scent of her, the pheromone-scent that filled the air was already warping Ari’s thoughts, leaving him almost senselessly horny. That did wonders for letting him ignore the pain of bones and skin stretching, of fingernails melting into claws and his teeth, well, his teeth growing sharp. That feeling was something that Ari never wanted to feel again in his life.

He felt drunk. Or high. Maybe a little bit of both. His heart was beating rapidly, and though he was just as helpless as Jamie with the changes wracking his form, he was only growing more masculine. Ari moaned with pleasure as his muscles stiffened and then swelled, leaving him feeling incredibly strong. He didn’t even realize that he had twisted the handrest of the pilot’s seat with his newfound strength, but that was a low priority compared to the feeling of his cock swelling too, and his nose stretching out into a very animalistic muzzle.

Everything was hazy. He still felt like himself to a degree, but a far more primal and dangerous version, like a prehistoric Ari with all the raw instinct and lust of an animal. An undignified hissing gasp left his lips as a cobra-like hood flared out from behind his neck, and he almost doubled over at the discomfort of an ophidian tail erupting from his spine, instantly coiling around the seat for more stability. But that wasn’t even the half of it. The scent of his partner, the increasingly animal-looking Jamie, was only growing stronger, or perhaps he was simply getting better at sensing it, and it was driving him wild. It made him want to fuck with wild abandon.

He wanted to breed. To put those aching, yet eager, muscles to use fucking a baby or a whole litter into his udder-adorned mate. But he could barely move yet.

“Wow, you’re shaping up sexy as hell,” Jamie suddenly spoke, in a wistful, dreamy tone. She stood up and stretched, letting Ari get a good view of her large, jiggling breasts, the matching udder on her belly, and of course, between her wide, feminine hips, a leaking pussy, looking red and inflamed with need, as if she could barely wait to get fucked.

Ari wished he had taken the vial earlier. That way, he could already be rutting his partner senseless instead of being tormented like this.

“Mm, just give it a few minutes,” Jamie purred, and then knelt next to Ari, taking one of his growing feet – each toe tipped with a razor-sharp claw – into her hands, returning the favor from earlier and demonstrating both her lust and the fact that she still remembered. That she was still the same beautiful Jamie that Ari had fallen in love with, only a little… warped, perhaps.

Ari moaned at that sensation. Again, his cock twitched, spitting a clear strand of precum over his chest. He could feel his mind sharpening, a dominance – though soaked with affection and love for his partner – manifesting beyond even the lust, an animal desire to be the alpha and to show her that she was just that. Her mate, her worthy breeding stud.

His muscular chest was leaking something too. Ari ran a finger over his nipples and tasted it. Like milk, though he only had a pair of rock-hard pectorals that stood out like a monument to just how strong he was getting. Ah, it wasn’t as if he was turning into a natural beast, so he wouldn’t waste any time wondering about how that could happen, Ari reasoned, before his hand wandered down to his cock, just as hard as his muscles. Just as he grasped it, though, another jolt of changes left his hand limp; this one hurt, as his spine caught up to how tall he was getting in a series of ratcheting cracks. Jamie rubbed his feet firmly, though, trying to distract him from the discomfort plainly visible on his frowning face at that moment. Though his face looked rather bestial, it still conveyed the human emotions rather vividly.

Ari looked like a hyena, though with a pair of tusks, or fangs. Jamie wasn’t sure which – given that her partner was becoming part cobra – but he looked as stunning as ever. Sexy, with a ferocious edge, and although she’d never admit it, it was rather exactly how she had always pictured Ari during sex. Snarling, dominant, ravenous, and insatiable.

And now that she was female, and better equipped for impromptu, passionate sex, all kinds of naughty ideas were flooding the hybrid bunny’s mind. One of which came as her hand dipped down to explore the new soft, puffy folds between her legs. One touch nearly made her moan, and left her fingers coated with a slickness, the scent of which seemed to be making Ari’s nose twitch and his nostrils flare. He seemed very susceptible to the scent, which pleased her, intensifying those naughty ideas as the bunny suddenly leaned forward and swiped that finger over Ari’s nose to give him a proper whiff of her lust.

“Hurry up and finish transforming already,” she purred, before leaning back to watch his reaction, while pulling his foot between her legs where she guided it to press flat against her sex. Her hips then twitched, and she pressed back against it in turn, leaving Ari’s half-animal sole wet with her nectar, too. Despite the pleasure and titillation of that act, Ari still winced as the cobra-like hood on his back flared out fully. The new nerve endings burned, and each would take a moment to find, to learn to control.

When Ari inhaled it was like an intoxicating rush. The full force of Jamie’s need flooded his nostrils, and he replied with a throaty growl. His mind nearly went blank in the final stages of the transformation; he needed to fuck, and as his body finished changing fully into that muscular hybrid of hyena and cobra, it was all he could think about.

And then, the changes ebbed. Ari slumped back in the seat that he barely fit into anywhere, trying to catch his breath for a few quiet minutes.

“How… how far are we from terminal orbit?” he asked, his voice an even deeper bass note than before.

“Um, I think an hour or two,” Jamie replied, surprised that those were the first words out of Ari’s mouth. “Why do you ask-”

But then, Ari pounced her, grabbing her by the waist as if she weighed nothing, and hoisted the bunny onto his shoulder. As he carried his partner to their sleeping quarters, he couldn’t help but let his lips wrap around one of her udder-teats, too, letting the warm milk flood his mouth. Oh, he’d have plenty of time to explore all the pleasures of her body later, Ari told himself. But right now, his aching, straining cock and tight, heavy balls left only one thing to do before they had focus on landing the damn ship.

He tossed the giggling bunny onto the bed and was immediately on top of her, pushing her legs apart with a knee.

“How does having a pussy feel?” Ari growled.

“Why don’t you show me?” Jamie replied playfully, wiggling her hips as seductively as she could muster, and moaning as she felt Ari’s thick glans swipe over the incredibly sensitive and wet lips.

Oh, would he ever show the bunny exactly who was in control. There was brief moment of hesitation as Ari thrust his hips forward and his bloated cockhead caught on her entrance. The naked heat and wetness of her; it made him wonder if she had become fully female, on the inside. Was it safe to cum inside her?

Then again, did it matter? No. She belonged to him. She was his to breed. Ari growled again, squeezing one of Jamie’s breasts harshly and savoring the feeling of her milk soaking his hand as he thrust into her, a groan escaping his lungs at the sensation of her body engulfing him, perfectly tight and snug and so hot and eager. Oh, it was one of those blissful sensations, almost impossible to resist for any hot-blooded male. Instantly, his cock twitched inside her and slickened up her passage even more with a splatter of hot precum.

Jamie moaned, her eyes rolling back. That was when Ari really began to thrust. Her scent felt like it had his whole body in overdrive, with his balls churning with seed and his own body feverishly warm with desire. And of course, more than anything, it left him extremely sensitive too. Each thrust into the bunny’s rippling depths felt like pure ecstasy as they grinded together, leaking milk all over each other and moaning in the throes of wet, sticky passion.

Ari craned his neck to take one of Jamie’s swollen nipples into his mouth, suckling on the teat of it and gently nibbling around it as he kept rutting, slowly at first and then faster, quickly leaving the bunny a shivering, almost gelatinous mess of pleasure underneath him.

Jamie was, to put it lightly, completely absorbed in the pleasure. Her new female and animalistic body seemed to feel everything at twice or thrice the intensity that she had as a human male. Especially the sex. Oh, god, the sex. Ari’s cock felt like a bar of hot iron inside her, and yet despite the slick smoothness of it, it somehow teased at every sexual nerve in her depths.

Ari grabbed her legs and nearly folded her in two, pinning the bunny into a mating press, and taking the opportunity to rub his bristly snout against her feet. The feeling made her clench wetly around his cock, and that feeling, in turn, made Ari grunt with pleasure. Jamie really was as tight as a vice around him, those wonderful inner muscles doing their job of pulling him closer and closer to orgasm, and towards filling her with cum. Breeding her, perhaps. Gods, even the fantasy of doing it was intoxicating to Ari, who kept rutting harder and harder, chasing that sweet bliss of orgasm. His body didn’t care if Jamie got knocked up. Her body certainly didn’t; it’d be drinking his seed gratefully regardless. And while the remaining human sides of them both might’ve had some form of input, they were far from being in control in the heat of the moment.

So, Ari’s hips moved on their own, racing towards that beautiful moment of release. With her scent filling his lungs and her smooth, soft feet on his face, it wouldn’t take long at all. But that was fine. He just wanted to mark her. To let everyone know who the bunny-cow belonged to. Him, and only him, and she’d be dripping with his spent seed to show that to everyone who looked.

“Just a… just a little more,” he growled, and again, Jamie moaned in response. She couldn’t do anything at all with how heavy the much bigger Ari was on top of her, but it turned out that she loved that feeling of total helplessness.

“Fill me up! Breed me!” Jamie begged.

Oh, he would breed her, alright. Deeply. Ari was already feeling the cum almost boiling over in his balls. It felt like he’d explode if he didn’t cum, and those errant animal fantasies of breeding his mate only egged him on further. He was already picturing it in his mind; his cum splattering against her cervix, soaking into her womb, inevitably knocking her up. He didn’t care if it was possible, didn’t care there’d be consequences. Ari only cared about doing it.

Jamie came first. She let out a shrill moan, and then Ari felt her inner muscles contract around him several times in rapid succession while the bunny shivered and shook, a squirt of her wetness soaking his crotch, too. That squeezing, milking, sucking sensation was too much to resist for long, After all, the thought flashed through his lust-fogged mind, that was Jamie’s body begging him to breed her, physically telling him exactly what she wanted.

So, naturally, he did. With a hyenine howl, he thrust as deep into Jamie’s body as he could and then let go. He came in spurts so intense that his head swam, like fireworks going off in his head, with thick warm spurts flooding the bunny’s eager and – unbeknownst to them both – rather fertile pussy. It felt like heaven, both the relief from the immense pressure in Ari’s balls, and of course the orgasm itself. It felt like purpose to fuck his mate’s soaking wet cunt full of his sperm, and in the throes of that orgasm he squeezed her milky breasts again, soaking his hands and most of her chest.

Jamie was still helpless to do anything but moan as the heat flooded her body in thick spurts. It was perhaps not as intensely pleasurable to her, but it triggered at thousand deep-set primal instincts within her, all at the same time. She felt like she was something like breeding stock, like a broodmare, like receiving her partner’s cum was her whole purpose. It was heaven. Better than any orgasm she’d had as a male, and ten times as satisfying.

Finally, with those urges taken care of, they slumped down together onto Jamie’s bed, and Ari made sure to keep his still weakly throbbing cock inside her for as long as he possibly could.

“That was amazing,” Jamie whispered.

“Still love me, then?” Ari asked, nuzzling into her neck and sneaking in a squeeze at her udder as he did.

“I love you,” Jamie affirmed. “But how… how long did we just fuck for?”

“I don’t care, I want to go again,” the hyena-cobra hyena rumbled.

“That’s not what-” Jamie began, but then the sound of the ship’s alarms blaring brought Ari back to reality, to the fact that they were up in space far above a hostile planet and had now reached the point where the orbit could no longer be sustained. The ship fell, quickly, into a sharp nosedive.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Ari shouted, scrambling up and then falling into the cockpit, barely managing to wrestle himself back into the pilot’s seat to grab the controls. He pulled up and managed to stabilize the nosedive into a glide, aiming for the nearest clearing. There was no time to really think or strategize; even more than the amazing sex they’d just had, he ran on pure instinct, angling the ship so that it’d land without too much damage.

“I love you too!” he shouted over the howling wind and rattling metal to Jamie, who was pinned somewhere near the rear of the ship.

And then the ship hit the ground with a deafening crash, like thunder that resonated through Ari’s bones. He couldn’t imagine a human surviving the impact, but for him, it was less painful than the transformation had been, his sturdy form withstanding the force easily. And the same was true for Jamie, although she found herself rather bruised from being flung back and forth into cargo and walls as the ship skid to a halt, leaving a deep gouge in the field or whatever it was they’d landed in.

So, in the end, they – well, Ari, but he wasn’t one to hog all the credit – managed to land the ship and survive the impact, although only barely, with how dizzy both were after the frankly rather intense sex. Jamie was still leaking cum as they made their way out of the battered fuselage, and found themselves quickly face to face with a group of the planet’s inhabitants. Just as expected, they were all kinds of hybrids, from cat-deer to wolf-bears and everything in between, though naturally after experimenting with their forms for so long, their species were a little more elegantly blended than Ari and Jamie’s patchwork bodies.

Though they seemed surprised that outsiders landing on the planet were hybrids as well – had their ideas spread to the outside world, they asked – they did still welcome the newcomers, giving them a place to rest while working on getting the ship repaired.

Also during that time, the results of their previous mating, or perhaps one of the many times the two fucked after landing, all unprotected, began to show. It was nothing remarkable at first, and somehow, what was happening inside her never really registered in Jamie’s mind. After all, she wasn’t used to thinking of herself as a woman yet, much less fertile, so when she woke up nauseous a few days in a row, she chalked it up to eating some Posthumanist food that wasn’t compatible with her.

But then, her belly started swelling. It was actually Ari who noticed it first, during one of the last days before their ship was fully repaired. As he was cuddling the bunny – one hand on her udder as always – he noticed that her stomach felt a little larger than before.

At first, he too thought nothing of it. But then, he suddenly realized what it meant.

“Are you pregnant? Is that from…” Ari asked.

“Um,” Jamie replied, dumbfounded by the sudden question. But then, she reached down to touch her belly too, and it certainly felt like it was growing. And that was when it all made sense to her, too. She was a woman, and she had let Ari fill her with his seed, without any protection, probably several dozen times since they’d crashed on the planet.

So yes, she was pregnant, and the thought sent chills down her spine. Jamie imagined herself a few months from now, heavily pregnant, with her breasts leaking even more milk than they already did, and her belly protruding so far that it’d bump into everything as she waddled around. Though the thought came with a flood of emotions – shock, anxiety, all that – it also came with lust. She buried her nose into the scruff of Ari’s neck.

Fuck it. If they had managed to transform themselves like this and still landed the ship without any damage to themselves, then she could, with her loving, dominant partner’s support, manage a pregnancy.

Or several.

By the time they finally took off from the home of the Posthumanists, Jamie was cradling the gravid dome of her heavy belly lovingly.