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[b][u][center]Flipping the Crowd[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Marie Ruhumbika knew that she had many enemies, mostly because of her father. She knew that they would likely try and get to him by getting to her, and she’d taken some steps to prevent that. The young lady had considered a bodyguard and a well-protected and surveilled hotel room to be sufficient.

Apparently not, if she had been kidnapped.

The young woman took a few deep breaths as she hung from some sort of restraint. She didn’t want to tip anyone off immediately, so she kept up the same breathing pattern, hoping that it was a decent imitation to what it had been when she was out cold. As she did, and nobody came to check on her, she felt that she had been successful.

[i]Okay, step one. Find out where I am.[/i]

She had a few guesses, but there was no real way of telling precisely where she was without opening her eyes, and while she didn’t hear anyone around her yet, that didn’t mean that someone wasn’t being very, very quiet. So, she listened to her other senses, seeing what they told her.

She was barefoot, as she had been kidnapped from her hotel room after getting home and getting comfortable, so she could feel something underfoot. Hard, and wooden. Perhaps hardwood, but probably not. Not with the pole she could feel pushed against her back. Probably something a little more intricate than that.

Marie risked pulling at her hands and the other bindings holding her to the pole. Her hands were tied at the wrists behind it, and there was something else, around her middle and just into her armpits, too, pinning her breasts between them and pushing them up a little. So, she had probably been abducted by someone fairly perverted, if that was the case.

No ropes around her legs, though, allowing her to stand up. They’d been propped out, and -

[i]Oh, they’ve stripped me…[/i]

Her heart dropped out a bit at that, and it took all of her willpower to not say something, to not shout or panic through her own fear. It was getting harder, too, as she felt bruises along her legs.

[i]Did...did they…[/i]

She didn’t think they had, and hoped that she was right. The idea of being raped…

Shudders running down her spine, Marie opened one eye. The first thing she saw was the edge of the floor meeting something like...like a curtain? It was possible, she supposed. There were...weird people out there.

When nobody came, she leaned her head back, wiggling her legs back so she could stand up normally. She didn’t groan, didn’t make a sound. But she had an idea, at least, of where she was and, at the very least, who had kidnapped her.

Her father had been campaigning for some time to get changes made in her country. He had become a danger, someone that was risky, someone that could challenge the current corrupt president for his title. That was something that no politician would actually allow, not these days, and not ones that had friends, like her father’s opponent.

And when that friend happened to be the Sultan Siraj, of Merad…

Chills ran down her spine, and she looked at the curtain again. It wasn’t one that might divide two parts of a house, but rather, the audience from a stage. She was naked, on stage…

“Nngh...fits, with that bastard…”

Marie put on the bravest face she could. From here on, there was only one path forward, and only one thing she could do. If she ever showed that she was intimidated, she was lost. The minute that she had been taken, she knew that there would be no getting out of this alive, nor would she be able to avoid damaging her father’s reputation to some extent. It was probably designed to make some sort of scandal, followed by her convenient disappearance. It would fit with this scum.

But if she at least kept her face from looking too scared, or kept it something that they wouldn’t be able to manipulate into some sort of scandal photo…

[i]If I'm going to be a martyr, might as well be a good one.[/i]

The thought of being naked, though, particularly in front of...him…

Marie squelched the thought as best she could, but it was hard. It was so very, very hard, particularly with the stories that she knew of him. Siraj was one to rape, to hurt, to damage anyone that he found interesting, engaging, or simply sexy. If he thought that of her, then...then the things that she feared had happened in her sleep might yet become reality.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to push it down again, but it was too late. The curtains were moving.

Dragging herself upright again, Marie stared out towards the light that was creeping across the wooden floor. It was getting closer and closer, and she had no doubt that it was going to reveal -

“Oh...no…”

It was impossible. It was simply...simply impossible.

[i]Monsters…[/i]

There were no humans in the crowd, not one. Instead, there were creatures of fur and scale, and even some few of feathered kind. Bared breasts and hard and flaccid cocks were on display as well, a veritable den of debauchery staffed by literal animals, and frequented by them, as well. Her eyes flicked from a wolf to an orca to many other species, unable to take her eyes off of them.

But there was one...one that she noticed, and one that she feared.

Sitting in the center-back of the room, hoisted up on a chair of gold, was a fox. A terrible, terrible fox, with a pair of sunglasses on and a hard cock that was more bestial than human. It dripped, and she could see that even from where she sat.

But it was the sunglasses that gave him away. It was the sunglasses that told her that it was Siraj.

[i]I knew he was a monster...I didn’t know it was literally...a monster…[/i]

He chuckled, and pulled a pistol from his side. As the seven-tailed creature pulled the trigger, the room went silent. Everyone turned to him, and everyone jumped when he threw the gun to the side, the barrel still smoking.

“Well, well, well. The little girl of my friend’s rival. How shall we make you welcome, huh?”

“You...what even ARE you?”

“I’m better than you are, and that’s all that matters.

He chuckled, getting up from his chair. His tails flickered behind him, and every time that they did, she felt like something...changed. The weaving of them, the twitching and swaying and flicking that they did, was doing something to the room. She didn’t know what, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to know. All that mattered was that things were changing, and she couldn’t stop it. It was getting worse, and worse.

It felt like the air was getting warmer as he got closer, and she pushed herself back against the rod, seeing if she could turn around it. She couldn’t. All she could do was grind her back against it, and when she did that, she could feel the metal pole pushing into the space between her ass cheeks.

The audience liked that, so she made herself stop.

As the kitsune walked over to the side of the stage, he gestured at her.

“This little bitch, I’ll have you know, is the one that’s inspiring all too many people. All this talk about ladies standing up for their rights.”

CRACK!

One of his tails whipped out, smacking her across the face. She gasped at the impact, the reality of the situation coming down hard. What fear she had felt before tripled, and she was shaking as he reached over, grabbing her by the chin with his claws, forcing her to look up at him.

“Heh, what rights are those, hmm? What rights do [i]human women[/i] have, compared to the rights of men and proper creatures like myself?”

“You...what…”

“So stunned you can’t even speak? This would never happen to someone like me.”

He chuckled, throwing her head back and then turning away from her. His tails continued to wave around, and she felt a tingle in the air, a heat that came off of them that left her shivering despite the warmth. She knew something bad was going to happen. The only question was, what?

“So, men, are you looking for a show?”

“YEAH!”

The room was so loud in that shout that it seemed to shake the stage, and a little bit of warmth oozed down her legs. She realized that she’d pissed herself a bit, and burned in the cheeks.

“You...you won’t get anything...from me,” she whispered.

Siraj turned, his sunglasses glinting under the stage lights. He didn’t hit her, as she expected. Instead, he walked over to her, and grabbed her by the throat. He didn’t squeeze, not yet. He just held her, forcing her to look at him.

“You will give us everything...and when we’re done, you’ll beg for more.”

“Go to hell…”

“Hell? Heh, human...you’re already there.”

His fist came up in her gut, and she doubled over, coughing and nearly puking from the sheer force of the blow. She heaved, gasping, panted, and barely managed to swallow down the bile in her throat.

CRACK!

He punched her again, this time in the forehead, sending her right back up and cracking the back of her head against the pole. Marie cried out, screaming, only for her scream to turn into a shriek as he pressed his claw tip right between her legs, right against her clit. She went up on tiptoes, trying to pull away, but he just kept following her.

“No, no please!”

“Is that all the bravery you had? Is that everything that you could muster?”

“No, no, please, anything...anything but that!”

“Heh, are you so afraid of pleasure, human?”

“It’s not pleasure, it’s rape! Rape!”

The audience laughed at her, shouting her down, but she was terrified. The idea of anyone touching her without her consent, the idea of anyone doing such a thing to her was beyond a fear. It was as close to a phobia as anything else she had.

He twisted his finger, adding pain to his touch, the claw tip almost ripping through her hood to get to her clit. She whimpered, a little more urine rolling down her legs at the treatment she was getting. He leaned in, the sunglasses reflecting her image back at her.

“What will you give me if I don’t?”

“Anything!”

She didn’t even hesitate.

“Anything? Heh…”

“Anything, anything you want. I’ll do anything, just...just don’t…”

“Girl...I already know what I want.”

For a moment, she feared he was going to ram his finger inside of her - or worse - but instead, he pulled back.

“I told you...by the time we’re done, you’ll be begging us for more. Let’s see how long you can resist begging for us to rape you, like the fuck-meat you are.”

She panted, shaking, whimpering in shame as she realized just how much she had lost in that exchange. Her fear had taken over, and now, she had fallen even further in his eyes. What little respect she might have gained for her defiance was long gone.

As she turned her head aside, his tails reached out, and started stroking down her chest. The soft fur was almost a comfort against her breasts and her stomach, and when some rubbed her face, she almost turned her head into it before she caught herself. They were so soft, so smooth...so warm.

It wasn’t until she felt the extreme heat, right on the verge of pain, that she realized something was going on. She ripped her head up, eyes wide.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m making you something suitable. I promised the men a show, after all.”

“But...what…”

“Look down, human.”

She did, and her eyes felt like they were about to pop out of her head.

Her belly, where the tails had touched, had already started to change color. It was a soft, gray-silver tone, taking over her skin and spreading as soon as she looked at it. It went down, up, and along her sides. She tried to pull back, squirm her way out of the ropes, but no. There was no escape from this.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to accept what she saw, unable to believe that it was real. But as it spread, she felt that it was, felt the way that it tightened her muscles, and burned away the pain that had been left from the beating she’d taken. As it went up beneath her breasts, slowly pushing them higher, making them more obvious, she could feel…

The beating wasn’t the show. The rape never would have been. This...this was what she was here for.

[i]They’re making me...one of them…[/i]

As the gray pushed further up, it wrapped around her breasts, and she swore that they were more sensitive. Even the breath of air as Sultan Siraj jumped down from the stage made her gasp as it passed over her nipples, and she arched her back in unwilling pleasure from the sensation. The crowd laughed, pointing at her, and both males and females among the tables were taking to pleasuring themselves.

She turned her head, but she could feel the transformation continuing. Everywhere the silver touched - whether the light gray silver on her stomach, or the darker color along her sides - it tightened her skin, pulled it taut, and then moved on. She swore that there was some sort of muscle developing under it, but it was slow, and fine, rather than the strong sort that she needed to break the ropes.

It reached around her back as it was still doing something with her breasts, and as her chest seemed to swell - or at least felt like it did, her skin so tight and smooth - she felt something else. Something...something at the base of her spine. It pushed, grinding against the pole, and she was forced to push her hips forward because of it.

“Ha! I can see the human’s pussy!”

“She’s not going to be human for long.”

“No, but she’s gonna be selling pussy, still!”

Marie tried to close her ears to the taunts, but she could feel the changes still pushing at her. She couldn’t look behind her, but she could feel the lump that was pushing out from her spine getting longer and longer. It heavy, thick, and more rigid than anything that she could have expected. She…

[i]What’s gray and has a tail like this? There’s...what is it? What is it?![/i]

It was hard to figure it out, particularly when she was panicking like that. She whimpered, trying to pull herself free with the new leverage, but all that happened was that she had her hips caught in a tighter set of bindings than ever. Her pussy was pushed forward, her legs spread a bit by the thing pushing out from behind her, and she blushed as some people in the front row started lifting cameras, taking pictures of her exposed genitals.

“No, no, please...no…”

She shook her head, but it kept happening. There was no question, now. Her breasts were definitely bigger, by multiple sizes, and she groaned every time that her shaky breathing messed her up. It was making her bounce, shake, jiggle. It was driving her mad.

The sense of pleasure that was coming underneath the humiliation was something she hated, something she knew wasn’t part of her. That was...that was something that Siraj had done to her, she was sure, but how, or why, she didn’t know. All that mattered was that she was feeling ‘good’ about this, and she didn’t want to.

As the transformation continued, she felt the gray wrap along her ass and her hips, and then up and along her shoulders. As it spread along her limbs, she could feel the same tautness that had collected around her middle, the same sort of fake pleasure that she had felt earlier. When it reached her crotch -

“AH!”

She screamed, her pussy suddenly feeling invaded as it transformed. It pulled tighter, the gray, slippery, smooth skin making her pussy look hairless and...and so young. It was pulled tight together, as if she had never touched herself, as if nobody else had, either. It was so tight that it almost looked smooth.

As she screamed from the way that her insides felt pleasure from grinding against each other, she felt something else, something...something that was more inhuman than anything else besides the tail. Something was pushing out, growing out from her arms. She looked down, and saw a fin - a fin! - growing out of the outside of her arms.

“AHHHHHH!”

The scream that left her throat must have amused the crowd, because they started laughing. Her struggles grew ever more violent, and finally, the ropes snapped. She fell to the floor, rolling over onto her back and screamed, kicking away from the edge of the stage, or at least, trying to.

One lucky fox grabbed her by the ankle, and pinned her down. He leaned over the edge of the stage, still laughing.

“What’s the hurry, human? Thinking you can get away?”

“Let me go, let me go!”

She tried to kick him, but he caught her by the ankle, keeping her from landing the blow. Others surged forward, pulling her to the edge of the stage, holding her by ankle, knee, thigh, even, but nobody reached in to touch her new sex. All they did was hold her apart, making sure that everyone could see her shame.

For there was shame, as her tight little sex was dribbling. And there was a heat down there.

“She likes it!”

“Heh, knew these ‘educated’ women were whores. They should just submit, already.”

“Hey, at least we know what we like. We have to make them learn.”

Marie shook her head with a whimper, trying to deny it, trying to deny it all. Her tail continued to push out from beneath her growing ass, and her legs were darkening in the same way that the rest of her body had. As it spread down to her knees, and she saw the end of her tail, she finally recognized what she was becoming.

[i]Dolphin. I’m becoming...becoming a dolphin…[/i]

It wasn’t even a land animal, but a water one, one that would leave her helpless to leave this room without drying out. She realized that he’d picked a species that would leave her forever trapped inside of Merad, away from the sun and from the drying properties of the desert. She would be unable to leave unless someone came to rescue her…

And she put long odds on that.

Shaking her head, she tried to sweep her tail out, and she managed to finally get free. Kicking out, and getting the satisfactory feeling of one crushed muzzle beneath her foot, she pushed herself away from the edge of the stage. She ran, darting towards one of the back doors, amazed that nobody had come after her yet -

CLICK!

She stopped in place, staring down the barrels of two automatic rifles that were pointed right at her. Two huge wolves loomed over her, chuckling. One gestured with his weapon back towards the stage. Marie cried, tears rolling down her slowly changing face.

“No...no, please...don’t...don’t do this to me…”

One lowered his weapon, but only to fire at the ground by her feet. One splinter went flying and almost impaled itself along her leg. It did scratch her, leaving her gray skin cut just under the knee.

Whimpering, crying, she had no choice. She turned around, slowly walking back to the stage front. She could feel the gray running down her leg, another set of fins growing out of the backs of her legs, and a sense of some tickling, tingling sensation between her toes. Webbing, she wouldn’t be surprised to guess, and as she looked down at the gray advancing along her stretching, lengthening feet, she could see something connecting her toes to each other. Her feet flattened, spreading out, and she found walking even harder.

The crowd cheered as she came close again, and the men at the front of the crowd kicked and pushed at her legs, forcing her to stand with them further apart. She tried to cover herself, but multi-tailed foxes like Siraj just forced her to push her hands away, whipping them until she did.

She stood right there, with nothing human but her head, and even that was changing. Her mouth and nose were pushing forward, hardening and stretching, and it felt like something else was digging at the back of her head, grinding and drilling into her neck. She clenched her hands into fists, trying not to think about it, but it ached and burned so much, and it felt so wrong. She shook her head, whimpering, trying not to look away from the crowd as she cried.

As the hole in the back of her neck finally broke through - a blowhole, she knew - she felt something else. Her pussy...her pussy just [i]burned[/i] with sensitivity, and the more that people stared at her, the emptier it felt. She clenched her fists all the tighter, trying to keep the idea away, but it kept popping back into her head.

[i]It already feels good down there. You can’t be human. Why not enjoy it? Why not feed it? Why not play?[/i]

Play was the dangerous one, she realized. Play was the animal she was becoming. Play waas what dolphins did, what this body wanted to do. Even as her forehead bent and sloped, even as her head became more rounded and her mouth turned into a beak, she knew that she had to hold on. She couldn’t just become that. She might not be human, but she could still be her father’s daughter.

She hit her leg, trying to distract herself. The crowd laughed, but the pain snapped her out of crotch-thought, at least for a moment. She turned, taking a step away from the stage. Marie didn’t want to think about how hard it was. She didn’t want to admit how she wanted to walk the other way.

“Look at that ass, everyone.”

“Yeah, looks like it’s made for fucking.”

“I want the blowhole, myself.”

“How long do you think she’ll last?”

“Heh, betcha that she’s wanting it now. Just too proud a bitch to give it up.”

[i]Not proud...scared…[/i]

She was dripping, too, her pussy running down her legs, running over her thighs and knees and under her flat feet. Marie tried to close her ears as she closed her eyes, but the comments kept coming through. Why weren’t they jumping on her and taking her, if that’s what they wanted? Why were they letting her stand there, untouched?

[i]When we’re done with you, you’ll be begging for more…[/i]

That was what it was. Siraj knew what was going to happen, and he wasn’t going to let her be a martyr. He was going to make her break herself with her need.

[i]No, I can’t…I can’t![/i]

But with the way her body felt, she knew that she couldn’t hold out forever. She covered her eyes, crying as she fell to her knees. Her tail went up on its own, and she could feel the dozens of eyes on her, knew that there were so many - men and women - that wanted her to fall and come back to them, to give herself up to her needs.

And she did have needs, or rather, her body did. Marie screamed in her head against them, trying to fight off the desperate, wet urge that needed to be quenched. Her pussy was on fire, her ass was puckering, everything hurt, and everything felt empty. Even her mouth felt bad, needing something to suck on, needing to -

[i]Bite![/i]

Suck someone to completion. She needed to feel the men around her, needed to serve the women, needed...needed…

“No, no...I’m not...not an animal…”

“No, you’re lower.”

Siraj. She whipped her head around, looking up at the ruler of Merad. He stood over her, his cock so close that it dripped on the edge of her beak. She stared at the droplet left behind, and then looked up at him. She could almost taste his cock from where she knelt, could almost feel it in her throat already. Some part of her wanted it, and it took everything that she had not to reach for it.

“You’re not an animal. You’re not human. You’re not any of those things. You are worse than that. You are less than that. You...are...nothing.”

He stepped forward, standing with his cock across her face. She was forced to breathe in the scent of the rutting beast, and it shamed her to feel her excitement build between her legs. She wanted to just bite at him, wanted to rip his balls from his body, but no. Her body wouldn’t let her. All she could do was kneel there, kneel there and feel him looming over her.

“The only value you have...is what we take from you. Heh. You. You’re not even a woman anymore. You’re a toy.”

He pushed her head back, and Marie whimpered as she looked up at the shaft, saw the way that it swayed as he moved, as he touched it to her lips. Her eyes were dazed, her heat getting stronger and stronger. She hit her thighs, trying to snap herself out of it, but she couldn’t feel it anymore. All she could feel, all she could have…

Was that scent…

That taste…

[i]No...no…[/i]

“Please…”

“Heh...say it.”

Marie whimpered, shaking her head. Trying to shake her head. No success, only discomfort, only pain, only weariness. She stared up at him, his cock bobbing in front of her…

“Please…”

“Say it, fuck-meat.”

“Fuck...me.”

That was all she needed to say. It unleashed the floodgates, and the men and women on the floor came rushing up onto the stage. She screamed as the first one grabbed her, and dragged her over to him. Not her mouth, or her pussy, or her ass, but her -

“AAAAAGH!”

She screamed as the flexible membrane around her blowhole was ripped as the tiger slammed his dick into her, his cock forcing its way down into places that were never meant to be fucked. It was a whole different meaning to getting skull-fucked, and it was hitting her in all the wrong places.

Her screams were drowned out only a moment later as another male - a demonically-red wolf - stepped forward. His knotted cock pressed right down her throat, pushing past her teeth and along her tongue into her neck. She half-swore that the two cocks met up somehow, that they were bumping against each other, but all she was aware of was the ripping, the salt, the size, the stretching of the members against her membranes.

She kept trying to scream as she was face-fucked, no longer conscious of the rest of her body. Even as she was shifted around, her head kept still but her body moved so that her other holes could be played with, all she could think of was her blowhole being breached and her mouth being violated.

Yet, even through that, the heat worked, affecting her and shifting her thoughts somewhere else. The need, the heated, painful need for cock and cum and sex, was something that consumed every part of her. It extended into her mind, burning up her pain and regrets, leaving only the need to beg, to offer herself, to feel something, anything inside of her. Her legs spread on their own, even with the help of the different men around her -

“NNGH!”

It was beyond what she had ever expected, when a cock found its way into her pussy. It didn’t calm her, but it soothed some part of her. She screamed still, but the pain started to take second place to the pleasure that came from being penetrated.

[i]But...rape…[/i]

The little voice that objected slowly started fading away, replaced by the grunts and humps and grinds of the men between her legs. Marie, the daughter of the presidential candidate, was slipping away.

More and more of the crowd swarmed around her. At some point, the cock in her mouth slipped out, and it was replaced by a slippery slit rubbing against the end of her beak. She pushed forward, obligingly, using her break as a dildo, and was rewarded by having her blowhole back.

She tasted blood, felt it running down into her neck and maybe into her lungs, but only for a moment. As she breathed raggedly through the back of her neck, she used her beak to fuck the pussy above her, and both her pussy and -

“MMMPH!”

Her ass were fucked at the same time. Cocks pistoning in and out of her, slamming into the depths, giving her what her body had wanted since it had transformed. She didn’t know how it knew it needed it, but it did. Marie...Marie was stupid...Marie needed to go...Marie needed to...stop…

The dolphin inside pushed Marie down, buried the weakening part that was kicking and screaming against the ‘rape’ that she was going through. She’d asked for it, hadn’t she? She wanted it, needed it. There was no rape there. No rape at all. Better to want it.

The dolphin smiled as the otter female got off of her face, looking up at the men and women gathered around her. She smiled, pressing her tits together, and grinned at each and every one of them.

“Come on...show me...show me how to be fuck-meat...I still need to learn.”

Siraj smirked over her, and gestured. As she was swarmed by a horde of men and women, she barely saw that the sultan had stepped back, holding up a camera and filming her. She supposed that was going to be sent to her father, or someone similar, in order to give proof of what had happened to her.

She smiled. She should make it a good show, then. She raised her legs, spreading them, her fin-like feet up in the air and toes curling as she moaned from being fucked everywhere.

“More, more! Use me...use me!”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]