FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Wrong Book

Part 2

By

Dustin Feyder

As if drunk off the power that I now know that I weald I smirk finds my lips, my hands sweet as a clench my grip on the book ever tighter. The door before me opens, there she is, Cassy, her blond beehive hair, lanky Scandinavian form, crevasses hips and milk-tanks that look like honeydew. she is dressed in all white as she typically is after work; a ruffled silk blouse, laird skirt, tube socks and flat-bottomed shoes. This is in opposition to the men under her that she orders into boiler suits. Cassy is better than them and she is not afraid to let them know it.

In her right hand Cassy is holding a set of keys; the key to the house is pinched in-between her pointer and thumb, bangling below that is the key to her muscle car, on a second ring can be found the keys to her office and a chain with a doll of a cartoon cat she found in France. I her left hand is a plastic bag with the logo on it from our local taco house. The smell of grilled onion is thick on her.

Cassy throws the bag at me with an intoxicating smile. "Anything fun happen today?"

I tell her how I 'flipped a property' I left out the part about finding a magic book.

"I see Asia is here, should I go get some more tacos?"

Cassy doesn't expect a thing. I am twitching in anticipation already. 'no,' I explain 'the drive from here to her office is shorter than the drive home, she needs to be back at work early. She is asleep in the guest room.' Most of that is true, Cassy believes me.

We step into the den together, we have a dining room but Cassy only likes to eat here with her friends, Im just as happy in the TV room myself. I watch Cassy as we eat, somehow, she doesn't notice the book sitting on my lap as we eat, that or she doesn't care. I hear Anya whimper in the basement as she awakens. Cassy seems not to.

Cassy gets up to go wash up, I can't wait any longer. I need to try the book again! Slyly I stand up, I hold the book out and with both hands I pull it open, my head turned away from the light. Having evaded the flash this time I get to watch as the book takes effect.

One of the mice in our walls gets pulled across the room and into Cassy's hands, the mouse then turns to light and get sucked into her breast, Cassy shrinks about a foot and a half, white fur covers her body, her eyes turn red, her feet ark, she grows claws, a long fleshy tail, four extra teats under her meaty breast, whiskers and fangs. Her clothing dangles loosely from her now much smaller body,

Cassy looks at me, her noise twitches, she is confused, she shrinks away from me docilly. I can smell the lust in the air as I grab Cassy by the cheek, she doesn't fight me, she doesn't complain, she doesn't ask why, she remains silent. I lead Cassy upstairs to our room. I feel in animalistic growl bubble in my chest. Cassy stand before me shacking, waiting for me to tell her what to do.

I fail to close the bedroom door, fail to turn on the lights, I'm just to existed to think. Both my hands find Cassy's muzzle and I plant a kiss on her typing her head upwards. Cassy opens her mouth and lets our tongues touch. Once she understands what I want she starts kissing fervently. This gives me the opportunity to push down her skirt, then drop her blouse from her body. Cassy has never been so ready to fallow my lead.

With her close off, Cassy grabs me by the belt and walks backwards falling onto the bed. She rolls onto her stomach and pulls her legs into her chest, her tail flags off to one side as she shows off her womanhood to me. Such a rosy pink, glowing greasily from the slight illumination from the hallway, her vulva parted letting me look into her depths. I know Cassy, I know how she acts when she is horny, this isn't it. The book, it knows my wants, it changes people to make them act the way I dream of them acting.

I don't want to wait any longer, Cassy's tail is up, I want in. I push down my pants eagerly, I take Cassy by the hips and I line her up with me. I slide my manhood into Cassy's waiting body, she is smaller, tighter than ever. Her body pinches me, holding me in. her tail ties itself around me.

My hands caress through Cassy's fur, I feel her breast and her teats as I start making love to her. Cassy starts dripping a hot jell from her vulva, as it cools it becomes elasticy, holding me, forcing me to push in deeper, then hold me there once I give in. Cassy never makes a sound, her arms fold under her chin and her moth hangs open as if trying to screem but she never does.

With glue gripping from Cassy's neither region I come to find after some time that I can no longer thrust in her but instead end up wiggling about, I find the sources of the glue also as it seems I am being held up against her cervical door tickling it, prodding it. Only now with orgasm in sight does Cassy make a sound and it is the softest sweetest squeak you could hope to hear.

I can't hold out, five maybe ten minutes in Cassy and I find myself having one of the hardest ejaculations of my life, one hard spray which I can feel get sucked into Cassy's womb, then two softer ones which paint her cervices.

I slomp forward onto Cassy, we both melt onto the bed, it takes about twenty something minutes before I feel the glue holding us together start to drip away. I'm ready to get started again, and it seems Cassy is to as she bounces her hips slightly when she feels me sliding out of her but she slides too far forward and I end up falling out, he glues still around her lips pulls them shut and seals off her vulva. Some sort of a mating device of mice I assume, some way to make sure that once their lover has sprayed in them that the juice stays in long enough to do its job.

With a mildly disappointed look on her face Cassy curls into a ball and falls asleep. Me on the other hand, actualization starts to take hold. I have transformed two of my friends into animals, and mindlessly I have had sex with both of them. Not yet even thinking about the possibility that I could have knocked them both up I start to think, how do I turn them back? What happens when they change back? Can they change back?

There is only one way to get answers. I lock all the doors to my house and close all the blinds. I pick up the book and try to flip it open. The book resist, I slide my fingers under the lip and with grate force pull at the cover, the book refuses. I curse at the book; the book tells me "Im not in the mood right now."

Fear, anger, frustration. A whole gambit of other emotions run though me. The book taunts me "what do you want anyway?"

"Change my friends back."

"no."

"why not?"

"I like them more this way?"

"I don't"

"What A lie. Hear me hot stuff, just do what I tell you and I will give you everything you could ever want, And right now what I want is more girls. Now be a good boy, go pick up the phone and order us up some room service." The book is laughing at me, and my hand is reaching for the old touch tone phone on the wall.

I look at the presets I have listed on the index card, the fist number is 'Cassandra's Cook Clean and Home Maintenance Service' the second is 'West Meadow Animal Clinic and Rescue' I don't know if it is me or the book but one finger is outstretched and starting to dial.