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A Gate

by ApsidalMosaic Dated: 26.06.2012

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The wind had become bitter-cold in the last few weeks, leaving almost every tree in the whole forest leafless and bare. A sea of clouds covered the sky, painting the forest in the most melancholic way possible. It was already late, the last hours of day slowly being buried under the encroaching night.

It was making him a bit depressed.

At least there was a way to relieve that.

He swooped down deftly and snatched up the tennis-ball lying on the ground right in front of him.

"Spark!"

He could hear some nearby bushes rustling as something shot out of them, ears raised suspiciously. It was his dog, Spark, a pure-bred german shepherd. Recognizing what was in store for him, Spark spurted towards him, tail wagging furiously and arriving in record time. One fluent motion later, the dog had sat down right in front of him, gaze locked on the green sphere.

"That's a good boy!"

He fished a small biscuit out of his pocket and gently tossed it towards the eager dog. Eager wasn't an exaggeration as Spark snapped the snack right out of the air, crunching and swallowing it within seconds. Having not lost any quantum of excitement, the dog returned its gaze to the ball still hovering in the palm above it.

"Spark! Fetch!"

He threw the ball with some fervour. It bounced off the ground and came to rest some hundred meters ahead of him, right on the small path he was following.

Spark shot around. Or rather, Spark already did when he had merely shown the slightest hint betraying the motion of throwing the dog's favourite toy. As if it's own life was depending on catching the unsuspecting toy, Spark raced after, concluding its hunt with one fast leap, digging its teeth deep into the fluff. Happily munching, it paraded back to him - tail wagging even more furiously than before.

He smiled.

Playing with his dog was always fun. Such easy joy and the unconditional happiness of his dog was always enough to lift his spirits, no matter how bad the day had been before. And work today had been especially rough and demanding. That reminded him. He produced his cell from his jacket. It seemed Janet had sent him the latest data as promised. The results looked good, a graph depicting a black curve exponentially rising but then dropping down to zero at unity - that was exactly what they had been expecting for months now.

Before he could contemplate on a possible breakthrough, he was suddenly shaken by his dog barking loudly. Raising his head, he faintly saw it shooting right into the forest. Fuck! He had known he should have put Spark on a leash here in the woods - and now he had it: Spark was hunting again. That meant he had to act fast.

Quickly throwing his cell back into the pocket he started up and began to race after his dog himself.

Chances always were that Spark would get lost. It had happened at least twice - both times weren't very pleasing occasions and he was about to do his utmost to prevent it from happening again. If the dog saw him and heard his voice he would comply after a few minutes when whatever had caught his attention had vanished between the trees. This had worked before, so he was busy trying his best to keep close to the dog while shouting fervently for Spark to come back.

Yet Spark didn't care. Instead, it arced from tree to tree, following some unseen shade he could only faintly make out. Almost stumbling down a small slope, he cursed silently in between his fast going breaths. Dammit. His good mood had evaporated rather quickly, replaced by a searing pile of ashen anger. Fuck. When he would get him, he was sure to put him on a leash and leave for home. He almost fell because of an exposed root. Stupid dog!

Suddenly something flickered right in front of him: a faint reflection as if the air had been replaced by a pool of clear water. He tried to stop his run, but flailing his arms proved to be a vain attempt to make his own inertia go away; So, it was too late, and he crashed right into whatever it was.

Darkness.

Light.

Blinding him through closed eyelids, he realized. His head hurt. Something tickled him - and he felt so...sluggish. Almost dazed. Was it morning already? What day was it? He groaned, as his mind slowly came into focus again. He was lying somewhere. He had been with his dog...Running?

What the hell just happened?

He opened his eyes and green covered his view. Grass. Fresh, mint coloured, green grass - growing right in front of him. His head was pressed sidelong onto the ground, he realized. Though still dizzy, he managed to push himself up.

And immediately had to blink from bright sunlight falling straight into his eyes from a clear steel-blue sky. The temporary blindness faded and he couldn't believe what he was seeing: he sat on a large forest clearing, a sea of fresh green grass covering the ground, dotted with the occasional dandelion while tall oaks littered the sides, their green leaves slowly rustling from gentle gusts of wind. The air was exceptionally fresh and warm, carrying with it the smell of countless flowers. The sunlight cast the whole area in a beautiful golden glow.

It felt like a little paradise.

It was mid-november, though.

He shook his head, trying desperately to clear his mind of the last remnants of dizziness. Much to his dismay, the picturesque landscape in front of him didn't vanish. Even worse, as his head became more clear, he realized there was something...odd about this whole place. It looked too much like a paradise: things were blurred...seemed out of focus, lacked details. Everything seemed strangely unreal as if someone had bluntly photoshoped over the whole area to make an appealing advertisement for some cheap holiday trip. The grass and the trees were too perfect, the colours too vibrant and too pure - everything too blindingly strong to be nothing but representations of something real. There were no birds, no animals, just that feeling that someone transported him into one of Monet's impressionist paintings.

Where the FUCK was he?

He slowly stood up. This couldn't be real, could it? He pinched himself, short pain coursing through him - a painfully real sensation. Still making up his mind, his gaze wandered to the treeline and duly stopped. He couldn't see beyond it, he realized. There was nothing but blackness beyond, as if the area behind the trees didn't really exist - except for the blue sky which extended endlessly above. It looked decidedly surreal, as if whoever made the image had just ran out of canvas. No, this had to be a dream.

He pinched himself again.

Still pain.

Dammit....

He ran his hand over his temple. If this wasn't a dream he couldn't just stand here - he needed to find out where he was, what had happened and find a way back. Besides, even if it was, in fact, a dream looking around couldn't hurt either. So, he inspected the clearing again, but despite it's strangeness there seemed to be nothing of interest here - except for that black veil in front of the forest. Maybe he could pass through whatever that thing was......

He made his way to the tree line, each step deliberately careful of his strange surroundings. It paid off, as he caught a glimpse of something on the clearing not far from where he was heading. A faint reflection of light, rippling like a pool of water as if a drop had suddenly disturbed the very fabric of reality. He froze in his steps. What was that just now? It reminded him of something. He needed to check it out. Even more cautiously making his way towards it, he found it to be gone the moment he approached.

All of a sudden, the air in front him flickered again. Maybe a meter away stood a broad circular opening - the surface completely translucent, allowing for a clear view of the rest of the clearing behind it. The only indication that it was there were faint chaotic ripples occasionally perturbing its surface, reflecting the sunlight in strange and seemingly unpredictable ways. No wonder he hadn't seen it up until now.

What the hell was it? A portal maybe? Like in Stargate? Or Sliders? Or just some trick of light? Suddenly it came back to him: He had already seen it - in that moment before he woke up here! That was what had happened, right? He had run into this...this...gate or whatever it was and had been transported here. That also meant this thing could be his way out of here - wherever "here" actually was. He carefully picked up a small patch of dirt from the ground and flicked it towards the strange ring. It landed unperturbed on the grass beyond it. Another one. The same effect.

Great....

He sighed.

It was not a good prospect that nothing had happened and truth be told he didn't exactly look forward to having to touch that thing. Maybe he could look around some more? His eyes travelled back to the blackness. From this distance it seemed intimidating, emanating a peculiar sense of impending danger. No. Somehow he knew instinctively that the opening in front of him was his best shot. So, he had to try, right? He swallowed deeply and sank his hand into it. A strange sensation, as if he had put his hand into warm water. He pulled it back unchanged. He swallowed again. Here goes nothing. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and stepped through.

A short sensation of warmness and then...air. He opened his eyes and before him lay the clearing. Nothing had changed. God dammit he was still here! As he was about to sigh he realized that one thing wasn't as before. The opening was gone. He looked around and checked the spot but it was definitely gone. Shit. What was that thing if not some kind of portal? What had he done just now? He shook his head again, still hoping that this would turn out as some kind of weird dream.

Even more so, as he caught a glimpse of his right hand in the process. Something was happening. It seemed to...flicker....for lack of a better word. A strange kind of oscillation slowly obscuring the details of his skin until it looked as unreal as the rest of the clearing. However, there was no feeling, no sensation attached to it - nothing that indicated this to happen except for the strange optical layer. It was as if the unreality of this place had swallowed up his hand. Before he could make up his mind about that, he witnessed another unexpected event: his jacket seemed to disintegrate - falling to pieces and vanishing in mid-air as if burned. In a moment of panic he threw it off only to see that the rest of his clothes also fell apart leaving nothing but his bare skin.

He stumbled backwards, crashing his back against a nearby tree. This couldn't be happening! As the last pieces of cloth disintegrated right in front of his eyes, the blur seemed to seep into the rest of his body, slowly creeping across and engulfing him. His eyes widened in shock as first his legs then his chest vanished under a blanket of flickering reality. He tried to scream the soon it started to cover his face but he was too late, as suddenly everything...vanished.

Whatever it was had violently spat him out from one second to the next, leaving him to stare at the quiet clearing again. He breathed heavily, attempting to somehow digest his shock. In vain, as a warm gust of wind brushed against his naked flesh proving that it hadn't just happened in his imagination. This was about the point where he realized that something about the clearing in front of him had changed, too: The colours where not as vibrant as before, there were more details and intricacy about this place. Moreover, the darkness beyond the treeline had vanished, leaving a clear view into sprawling forest just beyond. It felt real - the strange layer of unrealism was gone.

What the fuck was happening here?

He pushed himself away from the tree trunk. If that thing had been a gate of sorts, maybe he had only just now passed it - entered whatever dimension the gate was leading to? But why did his clothing vanish? Maybe because it wasn't allowed here? That would probably be the case if this was indeed some crappy fantasy-novel. Or he was still dreaming. He recognized something lying on the ground. It was his cell, probably fallen out of his pocket before when he had thrown away his jacket. He had completely forgotten about it. Maybe he could call for help? Somebody might be able to tell him where he was....But wait...why didn't it vanish when the rest did? That didn't make any sense....

A strange dizziness interrupted his thoughts, leaving him to stumble right back against the tree. From one second to the next, he had the feeling of sitting in a roller-coaster: everything was turning and rotating while his body seemed to fill itself periodically with adrenaline and endorphins. It was maddening. Especially since he could actually feel the g-forces pressing onto him. Strangely enough, from one direction only. His face quickly turned pale and in mere moments he was close to puking until, once again, everything returned to normal.

Hazily blinking, he found that everything seemed bigger than just a second ago. Did the world just grow right in front him? Or....? He looked down at himself. ...did he just shrink? Panic seeped into into his mind. Whatever was happening - it wasn't over.

And as if to prove his thoughts, the fingers on his left hand suddenly grew numb like they had been placed in a tub of cold water for too long. Jerking his arm in front of him he could only stare at it in even more disbelief. His hand seemed to reshape itself right under his glance, slimming down into a more dainty form, while the nails on his fingers darkened into an obsidian black slowly wrapping themselves around his fingertips. Meanwhile, brown hairs started to visibly push themselves out of his skin accompanied by a strange prickling sensation. Even worse, the feeling crept over his whole body and his wide-eyed stare witnessed patches of hair growing all over his skin.

He should have freaked out at this point but something soothed him, calmed him, kept the fear from manifesting. What was happening to him? It was like he had been put in a trance but he was still aware of everything, only fear and shock of the events replaced by apathy - he was turning into something....but what? An animal perhaps, he registered numbly, as the brownish hairs had completely covered his hand by now and were busy doing the same with his left arm. But...what?

And why?

He was duly interrupted by the ongoing changes: his right hand had also gone numb for a second and already looked like his left - fingertips having been replaced by black horn, brown fur covering the rest while the hand itself still retained an entirely human look. The fur (he couldn't really call it something else at this point) already covered most of his left arm and the patches on his belly had also started to come together, forming a layer of creamy white in contrast to the light brown fur elsewhere. The fat on his belly rumbled and seemed to shift places, thinning out at his belly only to reappear at his hips. At the same time, his shoulders grew smaller and softer accompanied by a strange pulling sensation.

His whole body structure was being altered. And it was becoming decidedly girlish he realized with morbid curiosity as he noted the new curves and widened hips. Great. Not only some animal but also a female, he thought, still restrained by the apathy that was occupying his mind. Wait...all of this couldn't possibly happen, right? He had to dream. Probing with his - by now completely transformed - right hand he went to ascertain the existence of that new curvy bottom of his and sent his horned fingers slightly brushing along his furred belly.

And, boy, did it feel good!

It felt so real. So sensitive. Touching it left a pleasurable tingling wherever he went, shooting endorphins right up into his head. His dick jumped to hardness in mere seconds from the stimulation. Evidently there was an alternative to the feeling of apathy. But he couldn't enjoy it....shouldn't enjoy it. He was turning into god-knows what - he couldn't just do the deed now. It was so wrong.

His dick throbbed, sending yet another spark of pleasure through him.

Maybe a bit?

Just one bit?

Maybe one or two strokes?

They couldn't hurt, right?

After all, he had always been a pragmatist....

His horned fingers wrapped themselves around his meat and started to gently run up and down along his shaft while his other still trailed circles in the fur on his belly. It felt amazing as his body tensed up a bit from the stimulation, altered furry skin tingling pleasurably. Meanwhile, the fur had completely covered both his arms and was busy painting his chest in the same creamy white as his belly. And somehow this turned him on, obscuring any doubts by an increasingly opaque wall of mist. His strokes slowly intensified, leaving him almost drooling amidst the unexpected surges of pleasure going through him. The persisting apathy made sure that it was the only important thing left in his mind, leaving the ongoing changes just as a minor inconvenience he could easily ignore.

Even as his face started to feel weird - a strange mixture of pulling and some sort of muscle related tension he couldn't really put his finger on. Blinking curiously, he realized that his face had started to push out - ever so slightly, but it did. His nose felt colder by the minute as it turned a charcoal black and shifted forward. Unmistakably, he was growing a muzzle. While he still knew that he should have been deeply disturbed by whatever happened to him, his focus was simply on doing his best to jerk off.

As his muzzle grew into a more slender and pronounced form, his chest started to emit another degree of tingling lust. So strong, that the hand on his belly immediately flew to one of his nipples where the feeling seemed to originate. The flesh under his touch started to swell, ballooning out into distinctive mounds, growing steadily against his palm. Both his nipples hardened, sending electrical currents of bliss through his changing body. Continuously groping and massaging the new sensitive flesh, he couldn't help but moan loudly. He was growing...tits? It was madness, he realized in a rare moment of clarity - but it felt so fucking good.

The weird sensation on his face had abated and instead appeared on his feet. While he somehow succeeded to stay standing, they seemed to pull out, slowly being distorted into caricatures of their former self; They lengthened, accompanied by the same strange pulling sensation as before. The toes stiffened and grew together, bones seemingly melting into each other. Rapidly, his skin turned into the same obsidian horn that already covered his fingertips until it had completely replaced the remnants of his toes with the black substance. There was no mistaking it - he had just grown a brand new pair of hooves.

With an audible crack his muzzle completed its formation, a slender form covered in brown fur at the top and white fur along his jaw. He gulped, the strange sensation of his new longer tongue and wet nose momentarily distracting him from his continuing treatment of breasts and manhood. Not for long, though, as the fur had now spread along his butt and groin, the whiteness encompassing him up to his tail-bone.

Said tail-bone duly began to tickle and elongate. Pushing itself out in the same way as his feet did - or rather his spine did. Only slightly, though, maybe as long as his pinky, when it suddenly blossomed a multitude of hairs. The addition soon became a small bushy tail in the shape of a pear. Coloured almost completely white except for its top which featured the same brown as on the rest of his back. The same was true for his ass, which at this point also looked distinctively female: larger and more pronounced - even somewhat hot, he realized with some faint discomfort.

While he had watched, his body seemed to have completed its change for now: his chest was weighed down by a perfectly shaped pair of white-furred C-cup tits whereas his whole body was completely covered in fur from head to toe - or rather hooves as he needed to call them now. They were divided in the middle, lying on two remaining toes allowing at least for some semblance of flexibility. He had seen that somewhere...the muzzle, the tail..the hooves...A deer?

He was becoming a deer-girl?

Out of nowhere the apathy from before just dissipated leaving him to grasp the full impact of this revelation. His eyes grew wide as dinner plates and he was about to scream as his body seemed to decide that this short shock had already been enough: his dick hardened beyond what he had thought possible. Instead of a scream, a deceptively female moan escaped him. His mind suddenly drowned in ecstasy. The apathy before had been just a cheap attempt to keep him occupied, but this lust...this need had to be satisfied - even if he didn't want it, he needed the release, there could be no resistance.

So even while a newly awakened part of him screamed out at the traumatic wrongness of what was happening, his hand dug deeper into the supple flesh of his new boobs while the other raged along his shaft. Down and up as fast as he never had been before. Precum dripped down, soaking into the fur on his hand, making it stickier by the minute. He needed the orgasm. It called to him, the pressure in his dick rising continuously, seemingly inflating his tool to an obscene size. In fact, though, his dick shrank - from his proud original size down to the length of his pinky. And even smaller, until it was nothing but a nub on an empty groin as his balls had also decided to join in and slowly disappeared into his body.

He rubbed the spot desperately trying to find a way to get his release. Absent-mindedly he pushed away some strands of dark-brown hair from his field of view and flicked his ears to get them to stay wherever they had come from. He hadn't even realized that his hair and ears had changed, nor did he care as his groin suddenly yielded under his massage: it opened up, flanked by a pair of pink nether-lips, his insides rumbling pleasurably as they rearranged and grew.

His fingers sunk into the new opening without hesitation and he moaned loudly at the immense ecstasy he received in return. That slick obsidian on his fingertips pressing inside his new entrance felt divinely, no matter how much wailing terror waited in the back of his mind. He started to violently rub his new parts, dove his fingers into it and moved his body in accordance, teasing the new clitoris to the best of his ability. Minutes passed like this, yet the release he desperately sought seemed out of reach. He reached new height upon new height but it was not enough. As much as he tried to built up, the feeling seemed to run just short of what he needed for his climax - escaping him like a carrot dangling on a stick right in front of him.

And so, still amidst his moans, amidst this torrent of ecstasy, he had almost started to cry: not only had he turned into a monstrosity and changed sex but he was forced to seek enjoyment in this new shape of his - to reach a feeling of ecstasy he seemed to be eternally denied from. Whatever did this to him must be the cruellest thing in the whole universe.

Then he realized: why should he take this seriously? It must be a dream - everything. It was just too absurd to be true. Everything! There had to be no other way, despite everything feeling so hideously real. He shook his head. Why not enjoy it while it lasted? It was a dream, so why feel bad about it? Besides, he had to be able to come sometime, he needed only to try harder - a faint smile playing along his muzzle as the thoughts concluded.

Yes!

His moans intensified along with the frequency of him masturbating.

While occupied with renewed vigour to get everything he could out of his experience, something had decided to approach him: A creature had appeared on the far side of the clearing. Human-like but still animalistic in appearance. It was a cross between a deer and human - just like him. Tightly holding a spear, it was cautiously advancing towards him, wary of the strange occurrence in front of it. It stopped maybe a hundred meters away and sniffed. First careful, then more forcefully, rapidly indulging in whatever it was smelling. Not one moment later it was moving towards him far faster than before, casually discarding the spear in the process.

Only at this point did he realize what was happening: the creature wasn't only like him - it was male: evidently larger than him with a slender but also athletic and toned body, a pair of small antlers piercing through the black hair on his head and, what really caught his attention, a long fleshy red pointed shaft rising erect almost up to pectorals. It was obvious.

It wanted to have sex with him!

There was shock, no doubt about it, but there was also something else as the thought sent his feelings on new heights of pleasure. He wanted it also. He needed it. Craved it. Just the thought of that shaft in him was enough to bring him further towards orgasm than ever before.

"Please.....I....need....release" he stuttered amidst another moan.

But instead of an answer, the creature pressed a kiss on his muzzle. He didn't even knew that worked but somehow it did, its cold nose slowly rubbing against his own, their tongues dancing along each other, while a horned hand slowly ran along his butt, immediately set butterflies loose in his gut. It felt divinely no matter how wrong and fake everything was.

Almost gently it broke the kiss, blue eyes looking at his own, speaking of the same fight and terror that he was going through right now. "....Me...too...." the creature said with an uncertain smile painted across his muzzle. It looked so....young and as uncertain as he was himself about this whole situation, he realized. And somehow the revelation calmed him, alleviated the persisting terror a little bit. Even as the creature put its arms under his legs, suspending him in mid-air, back pushed against the tree while slowly placing his wet pussy right in front of its tool, he felt more curious and excited than fearful all of a sudden.

Clutching the creatures back tightly, he could feel the red pole entering him - bit by bit. He breathed heavily, the intrusion filling him with unsurpassable amounts of glee as it slowly parted his walls, filling his insides with its hard flesh. And the creature seemed happy too, a joyful grin painted across its muzzle. It lasted only a second though, before the fleshy rod filled him as far as it could and the creature slowly started to rhythmically piston in and out of him.

Oh the joy. The ecstasy. That pure feeling of bliss that was running through him. A small part of him still felt wrong beyond belief but there was no way he would miss this. His new parts trembled pleasurably from each new intrusion, feeding into the rising orgasmic pressure that was building in him, slowly rising above all he had encountered before as a male he faintly admitted to himself.

It was not long until a long loud moan of pleasure escaped his muzzle. The creatures blissful breaths echoing in his ears he came for the first time as a female - the trembling had turned into an earthquake, his new organ pressing down on the slick intruder, entrapping it in his insides trying to press everything out of it it could muster. Again and again. But there was nothing to press out yet, instead the creature only pistoned in and out of him a bit faster than before, the height of orgasm coming to an end - only to reappear right away, as a prospect of things to come. He couldn't believe it, but the pressure build up once more, leaving him to blissfully sink into another orgasm just minutes after the last. And it was even better, more violent and more pleasurable than the last - his whole body trembling from the aftershock. Yet there was still no stopping as the creature finally decided that it needed release too, and started humping away in a ridiculous speed.

The pleasure rose before him like a mountain. His insides starting to quiver as the first tremor sent down some small pebbles of bliss - the first indication of the orgasmic avalanche that was about to start. He braced himself, but it was not him that brought the mountain down - it was the creature: from one moment to the next it raised it's snout and filled the air with a long and deep animalistic call while simultaneously coming with unexpected force. It flooded him with its seed and every little inch of his insides suddenly went ablaze with pleasure. The mountaintop collapsed in an explosion and he found himself screaming in unison with his partner. His organ clamped onto the intruder, milking it as best as it could as it poured its seed into him - filling him up to the brim until he could feel it leaking out of the sides of his new pussy. It was madness. Pure blissful madness. Dream and reality intertwined in ecstasy.

When the orgasmic force finally faded, he sunk down onto the creature devoid of all remaining strength. His arms were wrapped around it's back while the warmness of it's body soothed him, his eyes falling shut from exhaustion.

He could faintly hear it talking.

"I'm so sorry...." it seemed to mutter. "I...I couldn't resist...."

Louder

"Wait....are...are you alright? Hey! Don't fall asleep on me!......please?"

He didn't care.

It had been such a good dream.

But now it was time to wake.

Everything went dark.