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Crash Landing, part 2

When Ariél – everyone called him Ari – and Jamie crashed their ship on the planet of the Posthumanists, they assumed everything would eventually be fine. That wasn’t immediately the case, granted, because by the time the ship had skidded to a halt – battered by countless trees and dirt – he barely had a moment to breathe before the next terrible thing happened. The ship had suffered too much damage, and now there was a very real risk of fire.

“We should get out,” he groaned to his gender-switched partner, who currently looked something like a bunny. “The ship’s not gonna last.”

“Y-yeah, I’m on it,” the bunny replied, struggling to get her harness off. “You don’t think it’ll catch fire, do you?”

“Espero que no. Fucking hope it doesn’t just yet,” Ari replied. The Posthumanists themselves would be difficult enough to deal with, even though he and his partner had mutated themselves into significantly animalistic shapes. He was a hyena-cobra, for his part, but the population here were a rather ornery lot, very particular about who they allowed onto their planet and who they didn’t. “Fuck, I think mine is stuck. Hijo de puta-”

“Calm down, Ari, I’ll get you loose- wait, what’s that beeping?” Jamie exclaimed.

There was a beeping. Beeping was never good in a spaceship, crash landed or not. A loud beeping. The kind that rattled the hyena and made his body surge with adrenaline. He reached for the malfunctioning controls and caught a glimpse of the display.

“Fire detected. Faster-than-light engine explosion imminent. High-power ejection engaged,” it read, and the beeping sped up.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

“Get your fucking harness back on. I’ll find you!” Ari exclaimed, and Jamie obeyed. Sure enough, in just a few seconds, they could both smell smoke. An FTL engine exploding was bad news. It’d leave a crater like a meteor and on top of that, the area would be spatially unstable for a few days. At least they’d crashed far from civilization, but regardless, getting caught in the explosion was a death sentence.

Hence, high-power ejection.

“I’ll wait. I’ll-” Jamie replied, the two sharing a brief loving, though concerned glance.

Then the beeping reached a fever pitch until it was one solid tone. With a deafening boom, the ship’s cockpit blew open, and seconds later, the ejection seats engaged.

They had rockets. It was the only way to get the passengers far enough away from the engines to be safe. That meant miles. Sometimes more, depending on the ship computer’s analysis and direction of the wind. Ari and Jamie both braced as hard as they could as the rockets engaged, and then, they were airborne, both launched in different directions in their seats.

The wind was ice-cold in Ari’s face, and he could barely breathe as he sailed through the air, soon reaching what felt like airplane height. There was a problem. Despite what it felt like, the wind was at his back, which meant the fallout of the explosion would be heading in the same direction, which meant he had to go further. To make things even worse, he was, from what he could see when he squinted, headed towards snowy mountains. He could only turn his head so much with the force of the rockets pinning his head to the seat, but from what he could see, Jamie was at least headed towards what looked like a distant city.

That was the last time they would see each other for a few weeks. But Ari knew that the seats would keep them safe until landing. It was what came after that worried him, but then, he was the tougher of the two and he had clearly drawn the shorter straw, flying straight towards some goddamn high mountain plateau clad in pine and spruce. He was already working out strategies for survival as he heard the loudest thing he had ever heard in his life go off somewhere far behind him.

There goes the ship. Vaya con Dios, old friend, he thought. And sure enough, a split second later he felt the heat of the hyperdrive explosion’s spatial-temporal radiation against his back. That was harmless, at least. Or so they said. He was fairly sure it rendered your body a little amorphous and diffuse for a few weeks. Not that that would matter much given how transformed he already was, and how infamous this planet was for everyone wildly changing their forms.

What mattered was the snowy terrain that was approaching him at an alarming speed, until finally, after so long that it felt entirely too late, the seat’s parachute deployed. Ari let out a sigh of relief as the trajectory slowed, though he was still so far from civilization that he couldn’t even see any. It’d be a struggle to make it back, but – on the positive side – at least he didn’t start off with a frail human body.

Guess those Posthumanists have a point, there, he sighed mentally, tucking for the inevitable rough landing as the mountain plateau grew closer and closer, with him drifting down at a speed that still seemed entirely too fast. Finally, he hit the ground hard enough that he was afraid he’d have a concussion, or at the very least, his head and neck would hurt for a good few hours with how hard he touched down.

But he was safe. Relatively. Ari took a moment to just catch his breath, sitting there in the warm seat in the middle of cold snow. This sure was shaping up to be a day. At least he didn’t feel tired. He’d have to make some kind of shelter, and thankfully, the seat came with some basic tools for exactly these kinds of emergencies. Given the cold – which was bad, but thankfully not as bad as he had feared – shelter was the number one priority, almost. And a fire. But before any of that, he had to get his bearings.

He unbuckled his harness and then fell out of the seat, every joint in his body aching as if he was some thirty years older than he actually was. He always took great care of his muscular body, but these kinds of activities were certainly starting to take a toll. Ari made a mental note to try to avoid crashing his ship and blowing up the FTL engines on semi-hostile planets. Couldn’t let that become a habit.

Ari stood up, letting his cobra hood flare for a moment before tucking it back in. He stretched his legs, his arms, tried to stretch his tail while struggling to find the muscles – he was new to having a tail after all – before finally turning and looking around.

He was on a plateau. Behind him, a faint glowing speck in the distance showed him where the ship had crashed. Unfortunately, there was a steep cliff wall between himself and the wreck, and the city, he seemed to remember, had was past that, further to the east.

That meant he really did have to spend at least a night or two here and ready himself for an equal parts tedious and perilous journey down the mountain, through a forest, over the hills and fields and… sigh. Well, there was nothing more to it. At least the planet was beautiful, with a breathable atmosphere and the kind of colors – intense greens, mostly, though he saw a vivid purple and magenta field in the distance – that would make most earth-natives appropriately green with envy. If only he wasn’t stuck on a part of it that was mostly white, brown, and dark, muted green.

Ari sighed again. Not that it’d do him any good. He went back to the seat to unpack the emergency items it was packed with. A knife, a collapsible saw that he hoped could cut down a few trees before it gave up the ghost, a fire rod – even in these days, simple flint was the most reliable way to start a fire, even if technology could do it in an instant – and supplies that had expired…

Ari squinted.

Thirty years ago.

The ship had been old, and he had apparently forgotten to check what needed to be replaced. So much for that. Still, he wasn’t going to starve, not immediately. If he could start a fire, it meant he had water, too. And so, he got to work cutting down trees to build a shelter with, while collecting the driest wood he could for a fire. At least, despite all the snow, the air was dry, so it wasn’t a completely hopeless pursuit, and his transformed body was strong enough that he actually found himself able to knock down a few rotten trees with a solid kick to the trunk.

Maybe the Posthumanists really were onto something, he mused. But either way, it’d be a hell of a lot of work to survive the night and get off the mountain. Yet, what else was there, if he wanted to ever see Jamie again?

It wasn’t a choice. Especially with Jamie probably pregnant with his hybrid offspring now. His cock twitched, despite the situation he found himself in, at that thought. And in that moment Ari made a mental commitment; he would get off this damn mountain, even if it meant that he had use up everything he had, if only so he could sink his cock into Jamie’s fresh new pussy again.

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Elsewhere on that very same mountain, Slick – well, she had been named Slick at one point, though now it didn’t matter much – emerged from her mountainside cave just as the sun began to set. She stretched her many limbs, yawning as she gazed at the fading sunlight, wondering what she should do with the enormous erection jutting out from between her legs. It wasn’t easy to find partners up here, but then again, it still beat living in the cities.

Slick was one of the original Posthumanists who had once colonized the planet. She had originally transformed herself into a simple bunny, then a cabbit – a cat-rabbit hybrid – and then a cabbit jackalope, and then she had kept going from there, adding her personal touches with each iteration. At some point she had, after getting tired of tedious Posthumanist politics, chosen to retire from public life and set up a nice little cave for herself to dwell in, far away from everyone else, adopting a kind of cryptid-type persona that people who visited the mountains often talked about in either fearful or aroused terms.

Maybe in a century or so, she’d do something else. It wasn’t as if time really mattered when mutations had rendered her effectively ageless. For now, though, she was happy. She had even found a little hobby in helping people who got lost in the mountains… for a price. It was a kind of playful predation that everyone nonetheless accepted; it was, after all, significantly more pleasurable than freezing to death, Slick mused, stretching all four arms again.

Her chosen form – at least at the moment – was a yellow, purple, and black jackalope that she liked transforming into during full moons, such as the dual ones currently rising into the sky. Of course, she was a Posthumanist, so that wasn’t even close to all she was. She had a tongue long enough to reach her cock. A very erogenous tongue that she often used when she didn’t find any suitable prey or partners to take out her urges on. Besides the four arms, she had also given herself two pairs of breasts, because why wouldn’t she? She was free to be exactly who she wanted to be, and she was certainly a rather horny person. As such, the lower pair of breasts naturally acted more akin to balls. Well, both balls and breasts, really.

She had really gone wild when designing this form, and it turned out it was perfect for her cryptid persona. Sometimes it even made her laugh with amusement to see people’s reactions to her – it was wild even by Posthumanist standards – but mostly, she just found herself sexy, perfect, and powerful.

Two cocks, both equine in shape, bobbed stiffly as she took another step. Below them, two pairs of enormous balls, too. After all, what good were cocks without enough capacity to fill a partner or a dozen?

Oh, she had horns, too. That was the jackalope part. And a pussy, which she found quite affirming, nestled safely just behind her pendulous balls. In case she ever wanted to get pregnant herself or even just get fucked. It was good to cover all the bases!

Naturally, she was completely impervious to the dropping temperatures, with her body temperature so high that her cocks steamed in the cooling air. Oh, she really needed to find some release tonight or she’d spend all morning blowing herself again, which – while certainly pleasurable – wasn’t exactly as satisfying as seeding or breeding an eager, transformed mate.

Of course, usually there wasn’t anyone up here, bar for some equally transformed Posthumanist. But today, as she scented the air, she recognized – or rather, did not recognize – an unfamiliar scent. What was that? It smelled a little like a human man, but not quite. Hyena, cobra, certainly male… and oh, oh, just behind that scent, the wind brought her the distinct stench of an FTL explosion. She’d managed to accomplish that only once during her long life, but the half-real and acrid smell would never leave your mind once you’d been exposed to it.

Someone, formerly a human and certainly not from this planet, had crashed. And then, Slick presumed, they’d been ejected a safe distance away, serendipitously landing them right on her mountain. Oh, what fun.

It would be simple to find him, whoever it was. Slick had all the senses she needed for that, and then some. She had enhanced herself enough to even be able to smell exactly where avalanche survivors were buried in the snow. It was part of her whole thing as, well, a mysterious mountain monster who nonetheless helped people but demanded a lusty price.

She really liked playing that role.

One final stretch. Maybe this would be a good opportunity to take care of her morning… problems, both still achingly stiff and yearning for release.

A quick hunt, then. And then she’d offer him a choice.

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Ari was huddled in a makeshift shelter that he had painstakingly built in the middle of a small bunch of trees and several bushes. He had a little, sputtering fire going, but it was hardly enough to make him comfortable. He was hungry, though thankfully, at least he wasn’t thirsty with the fire and plenty of snow to melt.

He was also miserable. Mostly. Been through worse, he thought, but the cold was intense enough that his new, serpentine hood felt frozen solid. At least he had fur, which helped significantly, as did the shivering of his newfound muscular body.

And then he heard footsteps. Big footsteps. No, not even that. It sounded like some kind of enormous stalking beast padding through the snow. It struck him that he knew nothing about the wildlife of this planet, and so – with great trepidation – he stuck his head out of his shelter to see what he’d have to fight or run from this time.

In the distance, a multi-limbed beast with two enormous cocks approached.

So much for resting, he thought, as fear shot through his body. He had no chance of outrunning something that much bigger than himself, especially when it undoubtedly knew the mountains so much better than he possibly could.

Ari took the smart option and dove into the densest bush nearby, quieting his breathing as much as he could despite his rapidly beating heart. If he was seen, he could only assume that he’d be eaten, too. Potentially fucked and then eaten, given how horny that garishly colored beast had looked. He wasn’t going to take the risk. Ari pressed his face into the snow to hide even his breath in the cold air as the beast stalked closer.

It approached his camp. Ari could only glance at it between breaths. Up this close, it looked even more imposing, though with a musky, pheromone-laden scent that lingered in the air. Eventually the beast stopped, examining Ari’s shelter and meager fire, a little chuckle telling Ari that it was at least somewhat sapient – he hoped – but then, in one flash of movement, it dove the for bushes he was “hiding” in and grabbed him with all four arms.

“Well, aren’t you a strange little thing?” the beast spoke, its long, pierced tongue lolling out while Ari struggled, shouting for help. “Let’s calm you down a little bit, shall we?”

With that, the hybrid monster squeezed Ari against its chest. No, not an “it”. The beast was clearly capable of thinking and speaking, this had to be a her, maybe one of the former Posthumanists. His yelling was immediately muffled by her breasts and thick fur, though as he breathed in, an immediate tingling sense of calm began to spread through him. Pheromones, Ari recognized – just like his partner had been emitting once transformed – but for what purpose? To calm him down before she ate him?

Not that he had any choice in the matter. Her grip was like four arms of solid iron. He couldn’t even struggle, just keep breathing from that soft, musky fur between her heavy breasts. With each breath, he found himself a little calmer, a sort of soft tranquility with a tinge of arousal, until he stopped trying to struggle entirely and simply accepted whatever fate awaited him.

And then, she let him go. A little bit. Enough so that he could look up at her.

“They used to call me Slick, once,” the beast grinned. “And long story short, I can give you the strength you need to get off this mountain. Maybe back to whatever remains of your ship. Wherever you want to go, really… with a form much stronger than your improvised little self.”

“A-and if I don’t?” Ari asked. He had a pretty good idea, or at least fear, of what that might be, but he tried to keep up his composure. He had just crash landed a faster-than-light spaceship without panicking, and he was determined not to let that change. Not too much. The beast’s pheromones helped, at least.

“Well, if you don’t, I’ll leave you alone. The temperatures up here drop pretty low though, so you might want to make a bigger fire. And a better shelter,” Slick grinned.

She had a point, certainly. And she wasn’t that scary, now. Taking the offer was probably the smarter idea, no matter the cost, because he wanted to see Jamie again, and even more than that, he didn’t want to become the world’s first hyena-cobra hybrid ice sculpture if it got as cold as the other hybrid was indicating.

There was, of course, the question of why Slick couldn’t just take him to safety, but the pheromone haze made sure that Ari didn’t manage to focus on that question, instead fixated on the idea that Slick had presented.

“How would I-” he began, but Slick interrupted him.

“All you have to do is nurse from my breasts. Just be aware that it’ll forever change you, and I’m not entirely sure how,” Slick grinned.

“That’s it?” he asked. He would’ve been lying if he’d claimed that he wasn’t fiercely aroused by the idea. It was just the pheromones talking, he told himself, turning him on a little too much… but then, he might as well be aroused, because he didn’t have any other choice.

It felt foolish, but at the same time, Ari once more reminded himself that he was just about out of options as he leaned in to take one of the cabbit-beast’s nipples in his mouth. A gentle suckle brought a flood of sweet, warm milk into his mouth, and he quickly swallowed a mouthful before he could have second thoughts.

Immediately, there was a rush of warmth. Seconds later, he could feel the same physical softness or malleability that had come with his first transformation, the feeling that he could be anything, that his bones were soft and stretchy and the rest of his body even more so.

The hyena features melted away, as did the serpentine parts. He’d miss them, yes, but along with those changes came a rush of raw strength as his muscles swelled beneath a soft, changing coat of fur. He was growing, both in muscle and height, until he was standing on his tippy toes, greedily gulping down more milk from Slick’s plentiful and seemingly endless supply.

Slick groaned with pleasure as she watched the changes, delighting just as much in the sight of it as she did in the soft suction and the eager licking around her large, swollen nipple and areola. And as she watched her newest “rescue” change, she couldn’t help but grind against him, rubbing her enormous cocks against his soft fur.

He was becoming something that looked like a ferret, if it wasn’t outright one. Tall, lanky yet muscular, and significantly more endowed. Ari, too, grunted with pleasure as his sheath swelled, going from merely big to massive with each mouthful of milk, and with each pulse of warmth and pleasure that radiated from his filling belly. The moment was strangely intimate, all things considered, and soon he didn’t feel the cold at all as he was granted that promised vitality.

Perhaps it was superficial, or perhaps it was ego, but he was most focused on just how big his cock was getting. It swelled with each heartbeat, balls growing to size of, gods, he didn’t even know. Ripe oranges, maybe. And his shaft felt so good as it throbbed, swelling and stretching until it almost matched Slick’s own, grinding against her twin shafts in turn, with both hybrids leaking warm precum all over each other. Thankfully, it did nothing to make them feel any colder even as the sun fully set, and at that point, Ari finally released the suction on Slick’s tender teat.

Yet he immediately wanted more, feeling the way that a drunken man often might, as if he was just one more gulp away from absolute euphoric perfection. Not to mention that he was so horny it felt like he’d explode or just break if he didn’t get some kind of release, or if nothing else, at least more of that excitement.

“There you go. What luck, a nocturnal creature, and better suited to this cold than a hyena,” Slick grinned, admiring the effects of his body. She all but considered them her handiwork, even if the mutations often took a path of their own. “You should be able to find your way down easily enough with that body… and that energy.”

Yet, all of a sudden, Ari wasn’t entirely focused on leaving. Not yet. Yes, he felt like he could’ve ran all the way from the mountaintop to the distant city that glowed in the night like a precious gem, but… there was the incredibly sexy hybrid right in front of him, too.

“I want more,” he panted. And he meant it.

Slick raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I can’t guarantee what you’ll turn into. You might grow a pair of tits like these. Or a pussy. And if you do, I’m going to fuck it.”

That was a fair enough warning. Slick was always a little reluctant about giving people all that they wanted, but then again, it was lonely up here. While that was intentional, sometimes it got to her, like it had this morning, and while she hadn’t planned to force herself on the transformed man… she would, if he ended up much needier. But that was entirely his choice to make.

“I want more,” Ari repeated, almost breathlessly. “If you have more to give.”

“Much more,” the cabbit reassured him. “All you have to do is-”

She picked up the ferret once again, using all four arms to pull him close to her chest, his head squished against her generous breasts.

“-drink more. Until you’ve had your fill, or until I fuck you senseless.”

This was much more along the lines of what she had hoped for when she woke up this morning, so painfully hard and needy. But those needs would have to wait a little longer. True, fertile hermaphroditism wasn’t merely a likely guess as to what might result from her milk, it was almost a guarantee, but the former human – or hyena, depending on your point of view – certainly didn’t seem to mind the possibility, given how hard his cock throbbed against her own.

Ari took her other teat into his mouth and sucked, this time with needy, carnal greed. Slick moaned, catching the male’s thick cock in between her own, both of them quickly falling into that pleasant haze of growing lust, so warm that the air around them felt warmer, too. They frotted like that, grinding against each other as Ari swallowed down another warm mouthful of the cabbit’s mutagenic milk.

The tingly warmth swept over him, through him again, stronger this time as another wave of transformation surged through every fiber of his being. It swept all the way to the very tips of his sensitive toes as a curling, exhilarating sensation made him break the suction for just a brief moment to gasp out his pleasure.

He drank more, squirming and grinding against the bigger hybrid, until Slick finally decided that he had enough. More than this, and he would be completely unrecognizable, or transforming out of control, and so, as they waited for her milk to once again take effect – the more often one drank it, the slower the changes – she caught him in a kiss so passionate it was almost violent. That long appendage, which looked like an elongated tongue but worked more like a cock when needed, tangled against his briefly before thrusting deeper into his mouth, and then his throat, which bulged around the warm, slippery, and surprisingly erotic appendage.

Erotic and erogenous. Slick grunted, drooling over and into Ari’s mouth as she savored the feeling of his overstuffed throat clenching around her tongue. It certainly felt amazing. The few times her rescues or victims were turned on by her, they always wanted her cocks or pussy, but Ari seemed to moan happily as she plundered his throat with her enormous tongue, thrusting just like a cock would, deeper and deeper and leaking warm precum – a potent transformative just like her milk – directly down his gullet with each firm little thrust.

He began to change, barely able to breathe at all for the intensity of pleasure between the transformation and the throat-fucking he was receiving, but the very first sign was that his chest, tender to the touch, began to swell outward, marring his masculinity in a way that nonetheless felt very exciting and arousing. One pair of breasts quickly grew in – would he be able to let others nurse on them to change them in turn, Ari wondered – but below them, a smaller set was developing. They felt even more sensitive, and though Ari didn’t know it, they weren’t truly breasts like the upper, feminine pair. They were secondary testicles, ensuring that he’d be near-endlessly virile and full of sweet hormones to enable constant rutting and breeding.

But the way they grew in was beautiful, leaving Ari even harder than before, his overgrown cock like a solid bar of steel, throbbing red-hot between their bodies. Eventually they ended up tumbling onto the snow, Ari on his back and with Slick on top, continuing to fuck the ferret’s mouth and with neither of them feeling the cold in the slightest.

Slick had noticed Ari moaning when his toes curled, though, and so she finally pulled her tongue out of Ari’s aching throat with a wet slurp. Instead, craning her neck just enough to reach, she let it slither between their bodies, briefly lashing over all three twitching cocks, until she reached the ferret’s sensitive feet.

She teased them, swiping over the softness of his soles and leaving the ferret nearly in paroxysms as his cock jerked, spraying another heavy gush of warm precum over his chest. And so, naturally, she teased them more, curling her tongue around his toes, wanting to utterly dominate Ari while he was here. He could take back this position later on, if he ever returned, but for right now, while he was here, on this mountain, Slick had decided that his body belonged to only her.

She kept licking, tongue tormenting Ari’s feet, as he continued changing in turn. Those newly formed breast-buds grew to a heavy, bouncy size almost matching the cabbit’s own, already leaking a pale white milk as he was driven further and further into senseless arousal.

But then, there was a sensation even more pleasurable, even more raw and ecstatic. Another cock was beginning to grow, obscene and hard as it jutted out from his crotch, starting only as a nub but quickly swelling, twitching, and jerking as it grew and grew, soon almost matching Slick’s own. That left their cocks intertwined, each rubbing against the others as the two shivered, rutting against each other in the snow with little concern about anything but more pleasure.

They’d get it, too. Ari almost choked when his tongue began to grow, sensitive like those twin cocks, nearly throat-fucking himself before Slick yanked that thick appendage out, at which point Ari clumsily stuck it into the cabbit’s mouth instead. She eagerly accepted, engulfing it with her plush lips and then swallowing it, delighted in how Ari squirmed as he felt a throat clench around his sensitive tongue for the very first time.

Her own – spilling out the side of her mouth as she took Ari’s tongue down her throat – kept lashing over Ari’s toes, drawing the ferret ever closer to a mind-melting orgasm. At this point they were both a mess of lust-matted fur, of leaking and throbbing cocks and tongues, but the final and most overwhelming change was yet to come.

They savored that session of him fucking her mouth in turn for a few more moments, but it didn’t last long. Suddenly, snapping out of it as another, final wave of transformation swept over him, Ari yanked his tongue out.

He froze as he felt a tingle underneath his balls, the very same balls that had swollen so big and then doubled, leaving his sack feeling incredibly full and sensitive, though even that feeling paled in comparison to the tingly, heated need of a new labia slowly yawning open between his legs. It was already trickling with arousal – heated arousal – and when Slick caught that delicious, seductive scent, she went wild with desire.

She picked the ferret up, stumbling to pin him against a tree in a frenzy of lust and desire. In less than the span of a single heartbeat, she was already grinding the blunt end of her lower cock against the developing feminine groove behind his balls, the other again sandwiched between them. She could barely wait, slipping, forcing more of her cockmeat into him with each little inch that his new, soon-to-be fertile pussy deepened.

“Fuck me,” Ari huffed, growling it in what was almost a demand, his half-formed cunt already stretching around Slick’s cock.

“I will. Just have patience. I’ll give you something to remember me by once you leave,” she replied, her voice just as husky and hoarse with desire as his was.

It was such a queer sensation, the feeling of a pussy growing and deepening into his body. It felt so wet and yet, also so needy, even as inch after inch of Slick’s equine cock filled every available fraction of space inside him.

But Ari loved it. He even loved the cramping in his belly, because he knew it meant he was growing a womb, a fertile one that meant he’d be able to get pregnant, just like Jamie. And then they could fuck out all that hormonal lust together.

Suddenly, as if sensing that his changes were complete, Slick let go of the ferret, allowing him to slide down, inch by inch, onto that deliciously thick and potent cock of hers. The feeling was overwhelming, as he was filled in a way that he never had been before, a gluttonous erotic desire for more instantly making him squirm and buck, briefly kept upright only by the cabbit’s strong shaft.

But then, Slick pressed him firmly against the smooth trunk of the birch tree they were leaning against, and began to fuck him properly, savoring the feeling of being the very first to stretch his welcoming new cunt wide open around herself.

And then she began to really fuck the comparatively smaller male with short, sharp, and forceful thrusts, both grunting in ecstasy. Ari twice as loudly, as Slick’s flared tip dug into every single sensitive spot inside, most of which he had never felt, or even had before. He grunted and moaned, his entire body feeling like jelly as a wave of warm, shuddering pleasure washed over him. And then another, and another, until he was quivering, reduced to a moaning, lust-leaking mess the likes of which he had never experienced.

And with each maddening, euphoric, carnal second of bouncing on the cabbit-beast’s cock, his own massive shafts rubbed against her single unburied one, both of their doubled sacks practically churning with a very mutual, intimate-for-strangers need for release.

They fucked, united by their transformations, like lovers that’d never meet again after tonight. Slick’s four arms grasped Ari’s arms and legs hard enough to bruise even the lanky ferret. His fingers, in turn, dug into her shoulders in an utterly reflexive moment, claws prickling the tough skin beneath her fur, but they were far too lost in the bliss of a truly perfect, primal breeding to care about any twinges of pain. If anything, it only spurred them on, driving them into a bouncing, rutting animal frenzy of mating, both howling, barking, growling, and moaning with sheer pleasure.

Once again, Slick’s tongue pushed out to caress Ari’s sensitive feet, curling around his splayed toes. It was just enough to push the ferret over the edge, and he quickly careened into his first orgasm, a male one, driven more by the aching need of his cocks and heavy balls than the newer wet, feminine addition to his body. Twin ropes of cum erupted from both cocks as his toes in turn curled around Slick’s tongue.

Again and again, he throbbed, his oversexualized body cumming like a firehose, soaking them both in hot, thick cum, built up since the first moment of transformation, and now finally, he had some relief as his balls pulsed and pumped, spraying out their virile cargo over the cabbit’s tits, over his own tits – Ari found himself enjoying the warm wet splatter on his sensitive nipples and areolas, moaning even at that peripheral pleasure – producing probably tenfold what he had as a human between each ecstatic spasm at the root of his twitching cock.

Slick grunted. She was close, but held back because she wanted to give her guest two little gifts to remember her by. The first would be his very first feminine orgasm; Slick wanted to see the ferrets legs kick and twitch as pleasure overwhelmed his pussy. Second, she’d give him the gift of motherhood, by pumping that clenching, milking cunt so full of her potent seed that Ari would be leaking all the way home, while the excess – stored safely in his womb where it belonged – would be busy knocking her up.

Maybe it counted as fatherhood, technically, but Slick was far too close to a downright monstrous breeding-orgasm to care about semantics, and so she kept pounding into the transformed ferret even harder, pulled closer to the sweet edge of release by every greedy clench of his fertile, female sex.

That orgasm grew closer for Ari, too. He could barely breathe after emptying his four balls, and yet, something even stronger was already building inside him, in his lower belly and cunt, a pleasurable tension that had him gasping for air as Slick fucked him against that tree like a ragdoll. Slick’s cock was already throbbing and leaking, the cabbit grunting as she tried to hold back her orgasm, which she could already tell was going to be massive.

But she wanted to breed the newly minted hermaphrodite, not just fill him, and that took some work to maximize her chances. She wanted to cum just after his feminine orgasm started so that her womb could really drink the healthy, virile load of mutated hybrid-cum that she was about to pump into him.

Ari thought about his impending, potential – but likely, if things concluded the way these things typically did – pregnancy only briefly, the thought feeling akin to a sweet, reassuring, lusty warmth in his mind, as he approached that elusive “female” orgasm that his hermaphoriditic body now allowed him to experience. It began as kind of sudden tingle and tension, like his entire body was a tightly coiled spring, and then developed into a shiver-inducing full-body anticipation that made it feel like his insides were preparing to be seeded, a kind of swooping sensation deep inside his core, in turn followed by that tension being screwed so high by the cabbit’s thrusts that he once again found himself unable to breathe.

“Cum for me,” Slick commanded. “Show me how much you want my seed.”

Usually, Ari was the dominant one, and he’d retake that role later. But in this moment, the cabbit was entirely in control, and it felt perfectly right. Maybe it was a kind of culmination of all the events that had led to this point, with Ari entirely powerless to stop any of them, and this was pure catharsis, being both rescued and bred – consensually, even – by the first lucky thing that had happened to him all day long. Ultimately the why didn’t matter much, though, not when he was so deep in the roaring conflagration of pleasure.

And then it all hit him at once and it was like an explosion of pure carnal ecstasy. All that tension erupted and Ari froze, just for a brief second, as pleasure utterly wracked his entire body. Sure, it all radiated from his rapidly clenching, milking cunt, but from there the pleasure surged like wildfire to the very tips of his fingers, to his ears, to his curling and splaying toes, his entire world suddenly hyperfixated on just making that cock inside him cum, and cum hard. He wanted to squeeze on it, to massage it, to make it drain those beautiful balls into his womb.

In just a few seconds, Slick surrendered to those feelings. No matter how dominant and how much of a top, nobody with a cock could really resist the feeling of a hot, wet pussy squeezing around them for long. She didn’t even try; the moment Ari’s back arched in bliss, she drove her cock as deep as it’d go, until the blunt tip pushed against the very back of his new breeding hole, and grunted. Then, moments later, she came, filling the ferret’s vulnerable, fertile depths with rope after rope of powerful cum, savoring the way their throbbing and clenching naturally synced up, driven by sheer biology to ensure a successful breeding, with both of their bodies flooded with endorphins and dopamine as the addictive reward for doing it with such intent.

Maybe Ari would like being swollen with life. Maybe he wouldn’t. But that was a question he’d have to deal with in a few months. Right now, all that mattered was the pleasure, and they kept weakly grinding against each other as he was fertilized, rocking back and forth as their most instinctive, reflexive actions did most of the work, each twitch of their hips and sexes ensuring that the virile cock remained buried deep inside his fertile cunt, depositing every last drop of creamy seed where it belonged, where her eager little swimmers could do their duty in the fastest possible way.

Ari kept cumming for what felt like an eternity, while he was further soaked with cum from the cabbit’s second cock, lodged between his new tits and painting them with a stallion-liked load pumped forth from all four balls. And knowing that half of that load was going inside him, soothing that burning itch of arousal and bringing on a magnificent, floating afterglow in the aftermath of his breeding, that was what made him cum again and again in the arms of the monstrous hybrid.

When it was all over, they slipped down the tree, back onto the snow below, both lovers panting and breathing heavily in the beautiful afterglow. Ari felt so utterly full, and Slick in turn wonderfully empty, both feelings just right for what they had just gone through.

“Hope you’ll- nngh-” Slick grunted, interrupted by a little afterquake of pleasure through her twin cocks. “-enjoy being a mother. Or father. However you come to see yourself.”

Ari quite frankly couldn’t muster any kind of answer. The satisfaction was too intense, but still, even in that dazed pleasure-state, he knew exactly what he had to do. He had to get back to Jamie, no matter how seductive this cryptid-like monstrosity buried balls deep inside his pussy – which was all but glowing with pleasure – was.

“I have to-” he began, only for Slick to hush him.

“Not yet,” she said. “I don’t think you can even walk like this. Stay like this for just a little longer. Let my seed take root.”

She was right, of course. Ari’s legs barely allowed him to stand up, and so, for the longest time, the two remained locked in their intimate embrace, beneath that snow-crowned birch, watching the stars together while her swimmers raced towards the eggs Ari was barely even aware that he had.

Eventually, as always, it was time for him to leave, and when Ari could stand, he pulled himself off that slackening cock with renewed vigor, fighting the instinct to blush as he felt a flood of Slick’s cum gush out of his well-used pussy.

“It’s a good look for you,” Slick commented, with a little smirk. “Have a safe journey, I suppose. And if you ever crash on this planet again… or find that whoever-it-is you’re so visibly pining for, feel free to visit again.”

She paused, but only briefly.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you breed me, too.”

Ari decided to remember that. But for now, it was indeed time to leave. Leaking with her copious load of rich, potent seed from his freshly deflowered pussy, Ari eventually bid Slick goodbye and farewell with a surprisingly affectionate hug, one that the cabbit hybrid happily accepted before retreating back to her lonely cave, where she would mostly remain until the next wanderer inevitably found themselves lost on the mountain. For once, she did so utterly sated, and Ari in turn set his sights on the distant city. At first, his legs still struggled to keep a steady pace, but thanks to his transformations, it didn’t take too long to find his footing or get used to his massive balls swinging rather lewdly beneath him with each step.

He quickly cleaned himself up – mostly – in a rather cold stream that he barely felt the iciness of through his fur, getting off most of their mixed cum and fluids, and then, he really started marching towards his destination, the roundabout way that avoided the steepest cliff walls.

It was still a slog to get through the snow, but it was a slog the same way that sweeping and mopping a starship’s crew quarters was. Hard work, but not any real risk of danger, not to a form this well adapted to the snow, despite the oversized – but well insulated – double sheath that he had inherited from the “cryptid” of the mountains.

But downward he journeyed, until the snow grew shallow and then melted away entirely at the bottom of the cliffs. From there, it was a straight walk through a forest full of strange, seemingly mutated or completely alien life, and then a leisurely trek across a field to the city. It wasn’t long before he was noticed, drones hovering over him as he approached the city gates. He supposed that he had to be quite the sight with how, for lack of a better word, obscenely oversexualized his new form was. Then again, it was hard to imagine that the Posthumanists hadn’t done something similar in their insular communities.

When he reached the edge of the city – tireless, thanks to his new form – he was quickly approached by the Posthumanist guardsmen, who were all kinds of wild shapes, though not quite as impressive as his own. Still, he couldn’t help but notice that many had very obvious sheaths or bulges, and others, enormous, very feminine breasts to go with the more traditionally male parts.

“You’re the one who crashed the ship? I’m impressed that you made your way off that mountain,” a meerkat-dog with breasts and no visible sheath under her armored pants commented. “Come, we’ll take you to your friend. She’s been settling in nicely.”

“I’m glad to see you’re so eager to follow our philosophy of form,” something that looked like a rhino and an eagle laughed. This one’s body was almost as sexual as Ari’s own. “Most visitors need a little encouragement.”

Ari didn’t ask. He just wanted to see Jamie again, more than anything. And then, the second item on his mental list was to fuck her until she couldn’t stand up straight, to make sure that he wasn’t the only one pregnant.

They led him through the streets and then to a hotel, surrounded by more guards of all kinds of combinations of species. Some were even naked. Others wore armor. Ari didn’t think much about it, given that he was also naked.

“They’re just here to protect her from our curious people,” the meerkat hybrid stated, matter-of-factly. “You’re both free to leave once you have acquired a new ship. Or to work until you can afford one.”

It turned out that the Posthumanists weren’t nearly as bad as some thought. Well, at least if your physical form happened to agree with their unique sensibilities. It made sense. Ari had never met a group of people who were as bad as their reputation in opposing circles suggested.

He was led inside the hotel and then to a room, with the meerkat and the rhino opting to stay outside as he found himself surprisingly nervous about stepping inside. Yet, step inside he did, and to his great surprise – and pleasure – it was to the sight of his transformed bunny-partner feverishly masturbating in bed.

“Jamie!” he exclaimed, and he had never seen her with such a surprised look.

Jamie sprung up and ran to embrace her lover, somehow recognizing him even in his new body. Maybe it was a matter of body language. Or maybe his scent remained the same, just intensified. But either way, Jamie instantly knew it was him, and soon her arms were wrapped around him.

“I can’t believe you made it,” the bunny chirped in her feminine voice. “I mean, I hoped, but… wow, do you look different.”

“Yeah, a little… I’m just glad to be back with you,” Ari replied, slowly, soaking in the feeling of Jamie’s warmth and softness. “I landed in the mountains, and I ran into this… um, I might’ve gotten knocked up- probably did-”

Jamie pressed a finger to Ari’s lips.

“You can tell me later, and I do want to know, but do you know what I kept thinking about while I was waiting for you to come back?” she asked, and Ari caught onto that playful note in her voice immediately.

He knew exactly what she’d been thinking about, and it turned out that feeling was entirely mutual as the two lovers fucked all the lingering anxiety away, all night long, twice ensuring that Jamie was just as pregnant as Slick’s hyper-virile seed ensured that Ari would be.