The big mess

When Jane woke wake up that particular morning, the first thing she thought was:

"I've got a presentation today... Fuck." She really didn't want to do it, and she knew it wasn't as good as it could have been.

Thus, she laid in bed for five more minutes, blaming the school system and all the stuff that came with it, especially tests and presentations, not to mention Miss Layman, her teacher. The fifty odd years old piece of cardboard seemed to hate her guts like no other student there and the fact that she had just transferred there from another country did not help at all. It wasn't hard enough for her to have to adapt to the American system, no, she had to have a crazy lady on her back at all times... figures. At least it was math and she was good at it, but not amazing, passing with Bs most of the time. Still, good enough for her parents.

Jane grumbled and huffed and puffed, all in a futile attempt at making time revert back to something slightly more... early, like five years ago. That would have been nice. Seeing as the clock moved forward still, she flung her covers over the bed and let them fall on the floor with a silent thump. She didn't even bother to look at the phone for messages, the Wi-Fi was still down and she had yet to make enough friends to be worried about them wanting something.

Groggy and still with her eyes half shut, she pushed her feet over the edge of the bed. She felt so heavy and lightheaded at the same time: her head swam on what she imagined to be wool or cotton and her feet felt hard and weird. She sat on the edge for a while, letting herself rest her arms on her knees with her head as low as she could get it and wait for the feeling to go away. It didn't: the more she waited, the stronger it got to the point she thought she'd puke. She felt nauseous and sick. Had she come up with the flu? But it was barely June!

With painfully slow movements, she got up and almost fell on her face, managing to get her balance in check after another long minute of waiting. Finally calmed down somewhat, she tentatively put her weight on her legs and the weird feeling intensified. She opened her eyes and tried to have a look at herself but the complete darkness she had put her room in the day before was working against her now. She sighed and tried to make a step. Left food forward and then the right one, left, right, left, right. One step at a time, she reached the door of the bathroom, roughly two metres from her bed, slamming her head on the upper part of the frame one moment later. Her forehead had cleanly hit it and made her sense of balance go haywire again.

"When did the door get smaller?" She put a hand on the side and swung it open, immediately welcomed by a bright white light. She had forgotten it on last night. "Great... dad will kill me for that." With another grunt, eyes closed to adapt to the light, she slumped on the toilet seat and felt it break under her ass, porcelain completely shattering and sending pieces and bit everywhere. The water tank gave in a moment later and splashed her with really cold water, waking her up for good. "What the fuck??" Jane got up on her feet and slammed her back against the wall and the tiles broke, a hand grabbed the sink and it broke, leaving her with a white piece of something.

She stared at the destroyed toilet before she looked at her hand and screamed with all her might, a scream that became more of a roar or a howl as it went on. Her hand, her slightly toned hand and the short nails that she had just painted the day before was... gone, replaced by something far less feminine, no, far less human. It had become bigger, covered in tiny scales of a pastel blue like her nails, that had instead become jet black and longer, much, much longer, and sharper too. Claws, she had claws.

The rest of her arm was not in better shape at all, covered in scales with the same colouration and muscles like some men secretly dreamed to have, literally bursting with strength. A quick glance at her legs and she had pretty much the same sight, with legs now two times her previous size and talons that had dug gashes in the wooden floor as she had stumbled in the bath, not to mention the fact that she had lost one toe and the other one had shifted upwards and became somewhat longer and the bone itself had shifted configuration to a more... digitigrade one.

"Fuck me, I must be dreaming... yes, that's it."

Hyperventilating and scared, Jane looked into the mirror, hoping to see her face but found herself staring at two yellow eyes with slitted pupils, horns sitting on top of her head, spiralling upwards and a muzzle that stretched outwards from her skull, two long and flexible whiskers waving in the air sprouting from the bridge of her nose, or what had become of it. Her jaw fell for the shock and she saw two rows of teeth sharp enough to make a shark blush in shame and flee in terror, coupled with a split tongue resting cosily in the middle of that death trap. She was scared but the worst thing for her, in this weird dream, was that she had lost all of her long and glossy hair.

"What in the everloving fuck..." was the one thing she managed to say in front of her new form, pinching herself with her fingers only to hear the screeching sound of claws on scales. In an instant of fear, she backed up again and slammed into the shower, crashing the glass panel and tumbling in the basin. The porcelain cracked there too and the shower head fell on her chest, spraying water weakly over her scales, parting where her breasts stood. She looked at her body, the mess she made and curled up in a ball, trying to wake up from that horrible dream.

"Jane!! Where are you??" A familiar voice echoed in her ears, now flat and mostly invisible, save for a small hole on either side of her head.

"Mom? Mom?" From outside the bathroom she heard commotion as someone tried to slam the door open, since she had locked it before going to be, a small remnant of the days in which her older brother lived with their family and went into her room to prank her at night. The door gave in a few hits later and her mother rushed in but what she saw was not her mother: a small, brown, furred otter walked through the entrance of the bath, whiskers swaying in the air. The otter moved its head and scanned the place, locking onto the curled up dragoness in the shower. "Mom?"

"Jane? Is that you?" She nodded and the otter teared up. Carefully, minding the glass and bits of porcelain she made her way to what was her daughter and hugged her, stroking her neck and whispering softly. She was so small compared to her, so much that she could fit the whole otter on her chest and have room to spare. The water flowed over their bodies, be it scale of fur, sliding and barely wetting them. "Oh, god, what is happening to us?"

"Mom, what's happening? Why are we like this?" The otter sighed, her small ears pressing to her head.

"I don't know, sweetie, we just woke up like this."

"What about dad? Is he ok? Is, is he....??"

"Martha! Jane! Are you ok?" Speaking of the devil. A few moments later, the ground shook slightly as something big and heavy slammed into a wall and crashed right through into Jane's room. From her position she could see a thing, covered in deep blue scales and rubble stumble on its feet and getting up with difficulty, leaning on the ruined bed for support.

"Dad?" The humanoid dragon rushed in as well, barely noticing that he was walking on sharp glass shard and threw himself on the two females. "Dad! You're ok!" She hugged him, her arms easily encompassing his whole body whereas he had trouble connecting them behind her back, grunting as she seemed to squeeze his soul out of him.

"Jane... sweetie..." he wheezed. "C-could you please.... let me go?" Shocked, Jane removed herself from the now much smaller parent. "Jesus..."

"S-sorry dad, it's just... oh, god... what's going on?"

"I have no fucking idea, but we'll manage... somehow." Hank, looked into his wife's eyes, finding that they had stayed the same and sighed as he helped her up on her small feet, claws clicking against the floor tiles. "Let's go and see the news, maybe they have something to tell us." They doubted it, a lot but it wasn't like they had many other choices...

Slowly they made their way to the living room, Martha scuttling behind them as fast as her short legs allowed her. The once tall woman with slender curves had shrunk to an otter a little taller than a metre or so while her husband had grown a couple of centimetres and gained maybe twenty kilos of muscle and scale, but nothing like their daughter, now taller than the two of them by far and heavy enough to be the sum of their bodies, easily stumbling in the hundred or more kilos and around two metres of height. She sat on the couch and it gave in under her weight, finding herself with her ass on the floor as the piece of furniture had rose in the air, crashing down as she got up and chose the hard floor for now. Hank turned the tv on with a little bit of experimentation, making sure that he'd not cut the remote in half and the familiar buzz of the machine came to life.

The channel had been set to the news channel where two reporters, whose names were somewhat familiar, now turned into a cheetah and a Malamute dog, were waring clothing that were not fit for their builds and did their best to remain calm.

"Reports from the FBI and the National Guard tell us that the entire country has plunged into utter chaos as the population seems to have... turned into animals. The president..." The image of a weasel in pyjamas appeared on the screen and Jane chuckled. A fitting image for a corrupt politician of his calibre. "... has guaranteed us that all the doctors and scientists worldwide are working on the issue, trying to figure out what caused this but already the streets are full of people that are clearly in shock." The reporters disappeared and their place was taken by a ferret in a roomy pair of pants and a jacket, with a microphone strapped onto its chest. The camera moved and pointed at a random street somewhere in Ohio.

"Tanaka Smith speaking.... God, this place is a mess. People are scared and running to the stores to get food and valuables, violence is already rampant and many are injured. The doctors at the hospitals are struggling to keep up with the patients and have no idea if the medicine they have will even work, but they still hold on and work hard to save as many lives as possible. Look over there Vince..." The camera pointed at a large elephant, currently smashing into a store with several other less identifiable animals in tow, all holding shopping carts and loading them up with stuff. "It seems that gangs are forming around the bigger individuals affected by this... mess. Please be careful outside." The scene turned back to the reporters in the studio where the cheetah had taken off the shirt and revealed a set of perky breasts with black nipples. Hank was shocked and Martha put a hand on her mouth. The naked, if one could call an animal naked, hurriedly put on a small coat and coughed, ears flat against her head and whiskers twitching.

"We apologise for the display but I really needed something more comfortable." She coughed several times. "Now, as Tanaka said, be careful in the streets. The army has issued now a nationwide curfew and the country has entered a total lockdown to manage the violent acts that are occurring. Rations will be provided if the chaos doesn't abate before the food reserves run out. May god bless you and protect America." The tv switched to a standard repetitive message from the army, telling them to be calm and not panic but of course the result was that people panicked even more now.

"Jesus fucking Christ... we are so fucked."

"Language, Jane. We may be in a very weird situation but it's no reason to be rude and offensive." Her father pointed a scaled finger towards her which he quickly retracted after he saw it, covering it with an equally scaled hand.

"Dad... look at us! We are fucking... dragons or something and mom's an otter! A bloody otter."

"A cute otter if I may say so..." He shot Martha a side glance and she blushed beneath all that slick fur. Typical of him. Jane rolled her eyes and slumped on the floor, denting the tiles as her horns hit it. "Jane... the floor!"

"I already destroyed the bathroom five minutes ago, I think I already went past a few holes in the floor, not that you have any excuse for the damage you have done." She pointed a large and sharp claw to an equally sharp one belonging to her father, currently tearing a hole in the cushion and then at the talons on the floor. "At least mom is not as ugly as me."

"Oh, honey, you know it's not true." Jane huffed and got on her feet, standing tall enough to have her horns scratch the ceiling. She flexed her muscles that quite literally bulged her scaled skin outwards, her biceps easily as big as a bowling ball, not to mention the rest of her body. Her legs had more in common with a tree trunk than the previously thin and lithe sticks she had.

"You call this not ugly? I'm fucking Mister Universe right here! I was a sixty odd kilos girl yesterday and now I am three times that in just muscle and... damn scales! What am I supposed to do? I can't go outside like this, I don't even have clothes that can fit..." She thought of the very cute pair of panties she had the previous morning and only at that point realized that not only she was naked as she could get, but her breasts had gotten a few cup sizes bigger, perfect for her size, capped with perky nipples, and seemingly defying gravity in their bounciness.

Her father noticed that as well and coughed in embarrassment, tossing her a blanked that was laying on the chair next to him, ready to be put on a bed and she put it around her chest like a toga. Martha had a similar reaction but she now seemed to have a couple extra sets of her own, though much, much smaller. Hank went back to the master bedroom and took a pair of pants that somehow still fit him albeit a little tight.

Hank was rather happy to find himself in a new body, since he now had pectorals he had dreamed of when he was young and tried to get some proper muscle on his arms to hit on girls, which was how he had met Martha in the first place. His wife stared at him with a look that she usually reserved for the most hot of nights as her eyes glided over the scales of his body and a lone hand reached for her thighs.

"Mom! What the hell??"

"What? I can't look at my husband anymore?" She batted her eyelids with an innocent look on her face and Jane cringed so hard inside she could feel physical pain. Typical teen stuff. Hank chuckled and sniffed the air, picking up a scent that the day before would have gotten lost in the air and growled in a low tone, making Martha shiver in anticipation.

"Really? Right now? In front of me?" She blushed again and looked away from her shocked daughter.

"I'm sorry honey, this is just so weird even for us... but all this... adrenaline has to go somewhere right? Might as well have some fun." Jane began to pick up on two scents in the air: one deep and strong, masculine and one soft, delicate, full of need, desire and very much feminine.

Growling, extremely annoyed, she stormed out of the living room just as he father kissed her mother with a type of passion she had never seen before, hands roaming on a far smaller body and pinching nipple after nipple. Martha moaned rather loudly and forced her daughter to cover her ears and nose and then to run out of the house. Her room was destroyed completely, bed torn up to shreds in her sleep and wall ruined beyond anything that could be done without professional help, her bathroom was gone to hell in less than two minutes and her parents were going to have very weird and passionate furry sex in moments. No place for her to stay in there and be quiet, no way she could even use her headphones since her head was now way bigger than before and lacked ears altogether.

Jane went down several rows of stairs and found closed doors and heard people cry and laugh, steal and argue, trying to make sense of what was happening...

Soon she was out in the street where the usual morning routines had gone to shit. A couple of cars were on fire and a dog was trying to steal one but ran away in fear as soon as he saw her come his way. Surprisingly enough, some cops were still around, dressed in their ruined uniforms, bodies ill fitting in the cottony prison and trying to use guns that had been designed for humans, not wolves, lizards, goats, horses, pigs and whatnot. Speaking of whatnot, a weird insect thing walked over to her, jaws clicking and drooling saliva.

"Hey sexy..." what must have been a mantis tried to lean on a car in a semblance of a cool pose, but having four arms, each topped with three-fingered hands, and having no idea what to do made him, or her, look just gross and weird. "Want to have some fun?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"Come on, the world's gone to shit, might as well have some fun... I'll promise to treat you real good. These four hands are not just for show." He mimicked groping her breasts and something far less decent. Jane growled. "Coooome on..." She growled again and stood in front of him, muscle pumping and bulging out. The mantis' jaw clicked a few times and then ran away, wings unfolding behind him and helping him take off. Moments later a stallion rushed to get to her, hooves clopping on the concrete and asphalt, wearing a police uniform and carrying a handgun strapped to his belt.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" The stallion stared at her from below and gulped. Jane relaxed a little, sighing.

"I'm ok, he was just some creep."

"I know, but it's my duty to help." Could have helped when he was trying to grope me... "Anything I can do? Are you lost perhaps?"

"I was just walking around, get some fresh air, figure out what the fuck I'll do from now on. This is just... so fucked up." She sat on the concrete steps of an empty coffee shop by the sidewalk and the stallion, called Kyle, according to the tag on his far too small uniform shirt. "I haven't even finished college yet..."

"So, you're what? 19?" She nodded. "Sorry, kid, things are bound to get so weird now, you should prepare yourself. At least you are young and will get used to them fast."

"I'm not sure I want to, not with this body. I want to be human again, I want my face back." She had to force back her tears. The stallion was unsure on what to do and just stood by her side. "I was a cute young girl, modest in all regards and now I'm a fucking dragon with tits big enough for a cow."

"Oh, trust me, I've seen two cows in my rounds since this morning and you look small." She snapped her head towards him. "Yeah, freaky stuff. I mean, look at me: I am fifty seven years old! I had a beer gut yesterday morning!" Kyle got up and moved the shirt aside, revealing a mostly flat stomach. She raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe this, at all..."

"Me neither."

"Also... big cock." He groped the evident bulge in his pants and Jane's eyes locked onto it. Kyle pulled his pants a bit low, giving her a hint of the animalistic sheath inside and the grapefruit sized balls to match. He smirked when he saw how her pupils thinned and her breathing quickened. "I see someone's interested. Want to touch?" The question brought her back to normal and she stood, taking a step back.

"Dude, you're almost sixty, three times my age! You can't think I'll do it with you!" Kyle pulled his pants back on and scratched his neck, embarrassed.

"Yeah, I get it, sorry. I should have behaved better but I have seen at least ten people going at it today and I've I could literally smell their lust in the air and that has been driving me crazy, not to mention all the nudity and other inappropriate things. I guess turning into an animal comes with some minor inconveniences." Jane scoffed and walked towards the nearest car and lifted it from the back with one hand. Her biceps and pectorals bulged around the blanket she used as shirt and tore it apart with ease, Kyle, from the low of his position, shivered in fear.

"You call this a minor inconvenience?" She let the car go and it crashed back on the road, suspensions straining and screaming. "Jesus fuck... I hate this."

"Look, young lady, I don't know what's going on in this world anymore, nor I know what will happen, but sure as hell I am not going to brood over it too much. I have a family, a job and I hope both will stay here long enough for me to have a reason to keep going. This... Big Mess we found ourselves into, this huge mess, it's hard to put it as bad thing or good thing right now, that's for sure, but it holds so many possibilities, so many chances to be better than what we are now." She looked as this old horse spoke with energy and excitement, his eyes burning with passion.

"It's easy to say for you, you've got the good deal."

"From my point of view, you're the one that got the better one: you're big, strong, tall, muscles enough for three of me and tits that would make a pornstar from before blush in shame and I mean it. You are one big, sexy beast." Normally she'd have yelled at this stranger for saying something that obscene and weird ten minutes after meeting her, but this was not a normal situation at all and something inside her clicked and she actually found this... awkward and unusual thing rather exciting and interesting. "See, I know one thing for sure: in the animal world, the bigger animals stand at the top of the food chain, normally. The lion is strong sure, but an elephant or giraffe can kill one easily, a hippo, harmless as it may seem, can kill people and run fast as a horse for short distances. Exceptions cane be made and you, girl, you are one big and sexy exception." Her heart skipped a beat as the horse leaned in closer to her and ran a hand over her abs, her biceps and slid a lone finger over her nipples.

She moaned, feeling way too sensitive than she had ever been before. Kyle kept rubbing her scales and muscles for a few minutes and she loved it, she loved the look of adoration in his eyes, the way he was basically worshipping her in broad daylight and in the middle of the road with what must have been a raging erection in his pants. The feeling of power was exhilarating. Jane flexed a bicep and Kyle's eyes sparkled with delight and he brought his tongue out to lick her scales, kissing every inch of her body. A dark spot formed in his pants and grew bigger by the minute.

"God, you're so big... I wish my daughter and wife were as sexy as you." He moaned and buried his muzzle in the valley of her breasts. Jane growled in surprise. "Yes, I saw them today before I left, we spent some time together and, by the lord, were they the sexiest thing ever... unfortunately my nieces were not there, else I'd have jumped on them too." Jane was shocked, completely disgusted by how he had thought of having sex with his family, his own blood but then, her mind went back to her father and only one thing passed in her mind: how much she wanted him and take him. "I don't know why, I never had thought about them, but it's this body, this animal side..." More licks, more kisses. A nip on her nipple made her moan loudly. "They were so sexy, so plump and supple and they sucked on me so well I came all over their muzzles and then left to get to work. All the others that changed who were having sex made me so horny I thought I'd have to run back home and unload but lucky me, you came around."

"So... am I just a hole for you to pound? A pussy with legs?"

"Not at all, my dear, you are my goddess, my perfect lady, I'd only take you if you wanted me to do so, only if you gave me permission. Never would I dare desecrate your body." He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, drawing more breaths from her. Jane leaned on the car and it slightly tiled sideways. She felt something stir inside her, something different from the usual sense of arousal. "You are so beautiful..."

"And you're a sweet talker."

"That's how I met my wife..." Kyle smirked. "May I?"

"S-sure." His hands ran over her abs and then found the slit between her thighs, slowly rubbing one finger at the outer lips and not daring to go further than that. Jane hissed and tightened her fist, bending the metal frame slightly as her claws dug into the car. Kyle took it as a sign that he was doing a good job and slid one finger up to the first joint and she hissed louder. "Christ that feels so good." The stallion removed the finger and put it into his mouth, eyes rolling in pleasure as he tasted it, inside his pants he spurted pre in large quantities and the spot grew faster.

"Hmm, tastes as good as it smells." She smiled, baring her sharp teeth to him and making him shiver. A hand reached for his head and latched onto it, pressing down with incredible strength and the horse, who had been pumped by his recent change and witnessed his new abilities was shocked, but the previous show of physical prowess put him in place. Jane lined up his mouth with her vent and let him stare at it for a few seconds.

"Then get down and get working." Without the need for more to be said, Kyle dove for the honeypot in front of him, his tongue lashing out and digging inside her flesh, feeling her taste on his broad muscle, feeling how she squeezed on him.

Jane took a deep breath and ran a hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples. How good it felt to have a man, married and with a daughter, use his tongue to pleasure her, it was so... deliciously wrong and exciting. Anyone could have walked in on them at any moment and see how such a small male was making her squirm. Lovely.

He kept digging in her vent, hitting all the right spots and putting in more effort when he felt that she was calming down even just a bit and slowly, she felt her climax grow closer, like a tidal wave waiting to come out of her. Kyle never stopped moving his tongue, not even for a moment and worked harder and harder to the point his jaw started to hurt a little but everything was for his goddess, that miraculous hunk of perfect muscle. Never had the middle aged man now horse that he'd be interested in muscle or females outside his wife, not after twenty five years of happy marriage, but this young female had something to her that drove him wild with desire, as if her entire being was made to be worshipped. That said, that very morning he had fucked his own daughter like a common whore so normal things had long since been thrown out of the window and it felt damn good for him and her.

Jane roared and pushed the horse's head so close to her vent that it parted her slit around his nose and then came, her fluids splattering on him with a wet splash and trickled down his chest and onto the concrete sidewalk. She was amazed by the actions of the man and by how good it felt but not nearly as amazed as the horse when something began to stir in her vent and start to make its way out of it. The weird feeling she had before grew stronger as her cock slid out, wet and slick with her fluids and Kyle's saliva, dripping with her own pre and giving off a musk so strong that the horse felt dizzy only being near it.

"What the..." Jane, clearly still a Jane and not a Jack, stared at her cock, easily half a metre long, thick as her own wrist at the base, fading into a tapered and prehensile tip, five ridges marking the entire length and small bumps all over giving it a somewhat alien air. "I have a dick? Since when?"

"Since today I guess..." The horse was visibly drooling at the mere sight and scent of such an impressive tool and she saw it all, recognising how much this male wanted it. She got up on her feet, wobbling a little and smeared his nose with the tip, not even using her hands for it, just willing for her member to move. Kyle shivered as she picked him up, effortlessly, and walked inside the coffee shop, heading for the staff room. "Wh-what are you going to do?" There was anxiety, fear and lust in his voice.

"I'm not sure yet, but I know you'll love it." He whinnied like a proper horse and pressed his head close to her chest, suckling on her nipples and basking in her scent, which had become more masculine now, so much more potent and addictive but still retained that sweetness from a female.

The coffee shop was empty of course and the back room she went in just as empty, letting her free to use it as she saw fit. Whoever had forgotten to lock the doors had to be praised. Jane dropped him on the nearest table and tossed the remains of her makeshift clothing on the floor, letting the man look at her in all of her naked glory, from toned buttocks to her breasts, thick thighs and most importantly, thick and drooling cock. With a single claw, she ripped his pants apart, freeing the horse man's equally sizeable erection slide free, the flat and spongy cockhead wet with the spilled pre.

"Such a tasty piece of meat you have here. I wonder how good it is..." She leaned in and inhaled his scent: deep, but not as hers, with a grassy aftertaste to it, like hay in the barn she visited on her vacation. "Beg for it." She surprised herself with those words, no amount of fantasies would have made her think that she'd be the one on top in a sexual scenario and yet... the power she was feeling, she loved it. The horse whinnied and his cock throbbed, spurting a large drop of pre right on her snout.

"Please." Almost a whisper. She pretended not to hear it. "P-please... ss-suck my cock."

"There we go, nice horsey." She smiled and opened her mouth, tongue lolling out just a second before licking his cock.

The taste was beyond anything she imagined and she found herself kneeling in front of it, eagerly slurping over the entire length and taking the flat head into her mouth with ease. She had never given a BJ before but it all felt so natural now. Kyle whimpered and tried his best not to come so soon in front of his goddess, not willing to part from such a heavenly treatment after but a few minutes. Her tongue felt so warm and so slick, sliding across his medial ring as she deepthroated him with ease, much more than his own daughter.

She kept on sucking on the horse's cock for five minutes, relishing his taste, cradling his balls in her hands, feeling the weight of those orbs, until she felt him throb harder and spurt pre in quantities she couldn't have though possible. She quickened her pace and then took his entire cock down to the root, pressing her snout to his sheath, the powerful stench of the horse dense and heavy, sending waves of pleasure through her body and to her own cock. Kyle neighed and threw his head back, balls pulling upwards in one quick motion and let out a deluge of seed directly in her stomach, wave after wave of seed. Jane tasted a few dribbles of it, since most was sent straight down her gullet, but it mattered little for her, what she wanted was to make this man bow to her and worship her, be it by her oral skills or her cock.

Minutes went by and he still had not stopped, thrashing around on the table with throes of pleasure, probably litres of seed spent in her stomach. Kyle wound down on the six minute mark and allowed her to finale breathe again. Licking her lips from the last dribbles of come, she smiled and got up.

"Good horsey, you've done a good job, but I am still so very hard, you see?" She pointed at the steel rod that was her cock. "How can we fix this?" The horse opened his mouth, slowly sliding off the table and onto his knees but she put him back on it, this time on his stomach. "I think I have a better idea of how you are going to make me a very happy dragoness." With a grunt, she yanked his legs apart, baring his soft pucker for her and burying her nose in it: the sweat had accumulated there, sinking in the short fur and thickened. She took it in, learning the scent of the man that would be the first of her partners in days to come. "No more I will be the lone girl in a new school, no more I will have to fight for cute boys, no... they will come to me and beg me to make them moan and maybe, if they are good, I'll let them fuck me. What do you think, Kyle?"

"S-sure thing... it's an excellent idea.... Oh, god..." The man prayed to the heavens as he felt something big and hot slap on his parted cheeks. "Y-you should do just that..."

"I know and I will, but thank you for the feedback, Kyle, I'll make sure to visit you and your family one day, if you're a good horsey and don't break." With a devious smile, she speared him, forcing his hole to spread unwillingly around her. "Hmm, nice. I think I get why boys like sex so much." With a sharp tug, she removed the little of her length she had shoved in and then slammed it back in, this time, a little deeper.

Kyle shed a few tears, the raw strength of this girl on him coursing throughout his very being. She had never had a cock so it'd be obvious she'd lack some self control but this was beyond ridiculous, unless she was doing it on purpose and wanted him to feel every inch and every ridge she pushed in his ass. Each centimetre she pushed in was a battle as the horse tried to get her out of him with his muscles, failing miserably in the process but this reluctance was only riling her up more.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally managed to hilt herself and slapped her hips against Kyle's, stopping, much to his happiness, more or less, to feel every small contractions of his internal muscles on her length. After making sure that his sore passage had taken her shape, she pulled out and began thrusting, sloppy sounds of flesh of scale filling the room, along with pained whines from a middle aged horse and a young girl. She grunted and grabbed his hands pulling them towards her and forcing Kyle to arch his back and using the extra leverage to drive deeper into him, his very flesh bulging out in an obscene and raw display of sexual dominance.

The flared tip resumed spurting pre in large amounts as the forceful breeding went on and on and on, the girl railing him seemingly able to keep going forever as she kept changing positions to make every second pleasurable for her and him. With one fluid motion, Jane grabbed him and pressed his back against her breasts, making them balloon to the sides and making him feel how hard her nipples were, almost painfully hard but oh, so sensitive. The extra stimulation brought her so close to her first climax with her new attributes that he could feel her heartbeat in his ass, along with the sloshing mass of pre already deep inside his bowels. Seeing as there was a mirror leaning on a wall, she walked in front of it, leaving a sticky trail of fluids in her wake, making the cock of her poor victim bob up and down, sending tablespoons of pre all over the place, ceiling included. In front of the mirror, she leaned back ever so slightly and lifted him with her arms, revealing more and more of the buried cock to the man impaled on it.

Kyle whimpered but said no word as she pushed him back down, letting gravity do the easy part. The bulge on his stomach was so evident now, he could have sworn he saw his flesh move with each forceful spurt of pre. Jane smiled and licked his neck, lifting him up again, her muscles bulging out with each movement and the man caressed those biceps and triceps in between each push, loving how they lifted him up as if he weighted nothing. Again, she felt her climax close in on her and although she wanted this amazing activity to continue forever, she wanted to experience it and so, she picked up the pace and started using the horse as a mere sleeve for her cock, pumping enough pre to already show another kind of bulge in his bowels.

When her orgasm finally dawned on her, she felt the need to bite on his neck, claim him for herself as she claimed his ass with her seed. The first blast was painful for her and him alike as the shot visibly made his skin stretch under the pressure, and she second and third were not less forceful. Each pump of her seed further ballooned his insides, pushing the already copious amount deeper and deeper inside him, making it travel against the natural course of nature, but she cared little, only the incredible feeling of filling someone mattering for her. Kyle came again, his own seed splattering against the mirror and sliding on the smooth surface, more and more joining the shots that had been wasted on the floor. Soon his stomach was so full he could feel the scent and taste her essence travelling from within him, perversely arousing in a way that no living being could have ever felt before. Jane snarled and bit him, pumping even more inside his sore ass and forcing his mouth shut so that nothing would escape him.

"We don't want anything to spill out right?" He whinnied, nodding weakly as the first drops of seed rushed in his mouth and there was yet more to come. "Jesus... I think we might be here for a while, but I know we have time." Another wicked smile sent shiver down his spine as the dragoness slumped on the floor and held him close to her, eyes closed as she concentrated on her cock and the amazing feeling it was giving her.

Sometime around ten minutes later, Kyle was little more than a ball of seed with horse around it, his gut stretched so much she wondered if he was still alive but the spurts of seed from his cock, now so weak they almost reached the levels of a normal human, losing themselves in a pool with the rest of his waste. She flexed her cock inside him, revelling in the sensation of warm flesh and warmer seed around her length, almost heavenly.

She could have stayed like that for a while longer but she felt the urge to pee and sure as hell she wasn't going to do so inside him, else the poor bastard might burst like a balloon. Slowly, she stood up, taking the inflated horse with her and searched for something to plug his ass with and settled with a large can of ground beans from Arabia. With one quick motion, she unplugged his sore backside and immediately replaced half a metre worth of cock with the can, sealing all her seed inside. Her cock was dripping with her pearly fluid and dripped it down her legs, which prompted her to wipe it on his fur.

"Thanks for the ride, Kyle, you were amazing." She scribbled her number on a piece of paper and stuck it in his mouth, hopefully it would still be there when he'd regain consciousness. "Call me if you want more of this or if you want me to repay the favour." He mumbled something as she got out of the room and into the front of the shop, just right beside the counter.

It was far past lunch now, which meant she had spent a few hours fucking him in that back room. By now the streets had gotten a little less depressingly empty and she could see a few people wandering around, some getting inside stores and some trying to stop them. She didn't care and planned to walk out of the coffee shop, but stopped right at the entrance, feeling the tingle that accompanied the need to empty her bladder. A quick look around told her that there weren't any people in her immediate vicinity and so she let her member grow out of her slit, half-erect and hissed in pleasure as the golden stream hit a small booth by the entrance, pooling on the expensive leather and then on the floor, the jet splattering under the table and onto the nearby window. The rush of power was incredible and she walked around, soaking almost every surface available with her scent, sure that no chemical on earth would be able to wipe it away. She marked the place as hers, forever, she might not be the owner of the place, economically speaking, but she sure was its ruler now. After her scent had soaked into every place, her tool softened a bit and retreated back in her slit, and Jane took a deep whiff of her own musk before leaving. Anyone who'd come later and smelled it would know someone else owned the place and as soon as she came back, they'd know who it was.

With a smile plastered on her face, she returned home. The door swung open and her sensitive nose was assaulted by the thick scent of her father and her mother, both still locked together on the soaked floor of the living room. Her mother was utterly bloated, though far less than Kyle, but the bulge of Hank's cock was way more prominent on her.

Jane walked in and calmly got into the kitchen, taking a few cold drinks from the fridge, one for herself and two for her parents.

"Dad! Wake up!" She gave him a nudge with her talons and the blue dragon jerked awake, jolting his wife in the process who opened her eyes and spat out a few globs of seed. "Glad to see you two are done screwing."

"Well, I thought it'd last a little less but I guess I should rethink my bases before making such assumptions. Where have you been?" He pulled Martha up and placed her on the couch, a sticky deluge of spunk flowing from her sore pussy.

"Out, walked a little, made a new friend."

"Oh? Who?"

"This... horse cop dude, nice guy in his late fifties. We talked a little, exchanged views, screwed around a little." Hank leaned in and sniffed his daughter. "Well, more than a little."

"Explain."

"I've got a dick, dad." His eyebrows shot up and his jaw fell as she let herself grow out with but a flex of her internal muscles. "It's a bit big but the guy liked it." His eyes had seemingly locked onto that massive pole of flesh, slightly bigger than his own and much thicker.

"So, you...?"

"Fucked him? Yeah, big time, ballooned him after ten minutes of near constant orgasm. He's in the back of the coffee shop down the road." She smirked and looked at her dumbfounded father. "It was amazing dad, you should have seen it, and then, I went and plugged his ass with a can of coffee to avoid any... leakage."

"Jesus... my daughter has a bigger dick than me... that's, ehm, that's, oh, boy, a lot to take in."

"Trust me, you'll get used to it." She sighed, still shocked herself, mostly by how she acted and how good it felt more than her having a dick in the first place. "Oh, and since my bathroom was broken, I peed in the shop."

"Jane! How..."

"How could I? Easy: step one pull out, step two, pee. Easy and so much more comfortable than being a female. I think I own that place now, dad." He looked at her, confused and weirdly aroused by her actions. "You know how animals mark the place? Well, I thought it'd be fun to do the same and it was amazing. I bet that when we get back there, we'll have free food or something."

"Or we could get charged for vandalism."

"In this mess? When people go around breaking in banks and stores? They are going to come to me and what, arrest me? Sure..." She scoffed and her father slapped her right in the face. The rush of power she felt before returned and she growled at him, teeth bared but another slap on the opposite cheek told her that this wouldn't work on him. He snarled at her and Jane stepped back, fearing for her life. "S-sorry dad."

"Sorry is not good enough, Jane, you have been a very bad girl, leaving a man alone with a can of coffee in his ass and marking the shop like a common dog on a street pole." She whimpered as he pulled her down, yanking her horns and slamming her head on the floor. How was he that strong?

"Please dad..." She felt genuinely scared by him, almost as if her extra weight and muscle were but jelly or putty in his hands. He just stared at her with a crossed expression and yet she was feeling some sort of pressure just with that. "Please..."

"I know it felt good, but we are not animals, though it is very arousing to know you claimed a place for yourself and maybe I'll go out and do the same myself." The same wicked smile ran across Hank's face and Jane's heart thrummed, her loins stirring in arousal at the idea that each time she'd go out she would smell her father's urine on every building, street pole, shop and corner. Her cock slid free of her slit against her will and that wasn't missed by him. "I see someone likes the idea as much as I do... what shall we do now?"

"Fuck her Hank!" A cute ecstatic voice came from the couch and a small head poked out from the soaked cushions. "I say fuck her!"

"Martha..." Hank was beyond shocked.

"Oh, come on Hank, I heard you whisper her name a couple of times when you fucked me and I found that weirdly hot. So, I say that you fuck her right now and then we can all go and get something to eat from the store on the other side of the road, ok?" Two scaled head nodded, eagerly and two tapered cocks throbbed even more eagerly, dripping with excitement. "Get on it, I'm hungry and I want tacos but sure as hell am not walking there since someone just wrecked my ass! I am talking about you Hank!" She gave him a stern look which turned lustful a moment later. "Do me like that again tomorrow." He nodded. "Now fuck your daughter so I can have my tacos."

"You heard mom, she wants tacos." Jane blushed heavily. "On your knees and raise your tail for daddy."

"Y-yes." She dropped on the floor and spread her legs, tail raised high above her ass, baring her vent and cock to him. Hanks spanked her and she yelped in pain as more hits came and made her ass hurt. "Ah... please, d-don't..."

"A bad girl shout be punished, but I guess you will learn how to behave in my house." He squatted a bit and speared her, his cock spreading her vent almost painfully, hilting on the first push. Hank growled in pleasure. "Damn, you're so hot and smooth, loose too. Did the horse guy take you in here?"

"N-no, only, only my mouth dad."

"Good, I always knew you were not that slutty." She contracted her muscles and he shivered. "Oh, god... you're almost as good as your mother, but she's far tighter than you. Still, I'll give you a good time." He started thrusting in and out of her and Jane moaned, the feeling of her father pounding against her ass was so wrong and so good at the same time she could not help herself. Her cock throbbed and sent spurts of pre all over the carpet. "Good girl, it's impressive you can take me this easily... Hmmm, I might get used to this." She hoped he would, she hoped he'd rail her so often he'd leave her marked for life but then she'd not be able to have children with others... well, no matter.

Her claws dug in the wood and cracked the tiles, tearing everything in their path and exposing the concrete foundation of their floor. Hank didn't slow down one bit for all the time it took him to make her come with her female and male parts, one bathing the floor in spooge and the other bathing his cock with clear fluids. The feeling of her spasming all over him was something else, something out of this world and he came with her, filling her up and stroking her cock from behind her. Jane screamed in pleasure and behind the couch, Martha did the same, pumping her small cunt with her whole fist and writhing on the soaked cushions. Hank bit his daughter's neck and drew some blood from it, making her orgasm even harder than before.

Several minutes later, he unceremoniously pulled out of her abused vent and let the waterfall of seed splatter on the floor and stain it. He stared at his work with pride and some form of guilt that was eclipsed by the worry for the condition of the apartment: the place was wrecked and smelled of sex so much his tongue felt weird and sticky.

"We'll have to remake the entire apartment now..."

"We'll worry about that later, Hank, now, onwards! Tacos are waiting!" The small otter climbed on top of her husband's shoulders and sat there, holding on his horns and if they were handles, giggling like a ten year old at a fair.

With her legs feeling like jelly and leaking spunk all over her thighs, Jane followed her parents out of the flat and onto the road again, all of them naked and smelling of seed and other fluids, making the few people that met them outside frown and smell the air with interest or arousal. Those who still had pants to spare had tents on them and those who didn't, well, their members were well in display. Hank made sure to claim the shop for himself, his scent soaking into the very ground and staining it.

The same thing was happening all over the world, as the more resourceful people understood that with the change, society would have to shift completely around new values. Perfumes were now a bane for every nose out there, clothing would have to be reimagined and private property was at risk under a virtual waterfall of urine as thousands different species claimed buildings for themselves and ruled over them like small kings, expanding territories in a makeshift feudal war.

Jane found herself sniffing the air for the traces and scents of lesser people in the street and would cover them with her own, taking more than a few buildings for herself while her father was far more active and somehow had gotten hold of an entire block with hundreds of people inside as well as shops, markets, restaurants and other amenities. His new subjects seemed to be pissed off at first, still clinging to old sense of values and morals, but a couple of days with their scents constantly around them and a few quick fucks along the way made sure that all of them would understand who was the boss now, since no semblance of law and order was being upheld as even the police were giving in to basic needs and desires.

Soon the government came and cracked down on all these immoral activities and tried to contain them, but the damage was long since done and the new politicians would have to deal with far more complex matters now.

Two weeks later.

"All over the world, a new system had already risen, a paralegal set of rules that are enforced by scents and pheromones. The sight of someone peeing in the streets to 'claim' certain areas is widespread and virtual 'wars of scent' are been fought across the globe. The strongest individuals in their respective areas rise above their peers and take control of territory and human resources and while some help the army set up emergency shelter and clothing areas, some choose to act as tyrants. In XXX city, a family composed of... two dragons and an otter, have already began to set up something that resembles an emergency response for rape victims and violent crimes, as well as providing medical treatment in their territory which now spans... five blocks and more. The president admits that he and the senators are quite confused on what to do about these territory leaders but promise that as long as order is enforced and as long as they cooperate, some manner of freedom and reward may be granted to them." The cheetah, now completely naked, spoke without embarrassment and instead took pride in her appearance. The Malamute beside her still wore some pieces of clothing, even though he had but a tie and a shirt and a pair of baggy pants under the table.

"Now, another interesting set of news: nudity is rampant as more and more people embrace their new nature, claiming that 'clothes feel weird when you have fur' and I have to agree, but we should not forget that walking around with, ehm, your sheath bared for the world to see, is not proper. The top designers in the world are working on a completely new line of clothes for each species but I think not many will choose to wear them."

"I think we should take pride in our forms, since some of us have gotten an 'upgrade' if you may call it so. Onto the next piece: orgies. With new forms comes great libido and walking around naked can have some pretty interesting effects on your neighbours and sex parties are sprouting all over as people try to cope with these urges. I myself have humped two guys this morning before coming to work so if you think you are being weird, please rest assured that you are not the only one. Incest and cuckolding are also on the rise, as families who woke up changed relieved the excessive tension and fear on each other, unknown are the problems this may cause, especially in the cases of family members that now belong to different species. Whether inter-species pregnancies are possible, only time will tell."

"I sure hope not, else the world will get even weirder, Tracy."

"I think it'd be cute, but still, if you are having lustful thoughts for your own family, please use condoms."

"I don't think that's going to work." The malamute said, sighing heavily. "Each species has different sets of genitalia and so the standard human condom is useless, unless used for the smaller or average individuals. Horse, tapirs, donkeys, elephants, ehm, dragons and others are already requesting for custom sized condoms as their average length is in the twenty inches and above, emphasis on the above." The cheetah lady was clearly aroused by the idea and rubbed her breasts on air with a weird glint in her eyes, immediately kneeling below the desk and rubbing her co-worker's fuzzy sheath. The malamute groaned and with incredible willpower kept on talking while she started sucking on his cock. "Also, ehm, oh Jesus Tracy, public displays of sex are not uncommon but please, fuck, refrain from participating because... they may cause others in your immediate proximity to join in. Oh, fuck it! You want some cock? You'll get it!" The malamute howled and grabbed the cheetah, slamming her on the desk and ramming his cock in while still on air, the cameraman doing his best to get all the good parts. The feed was cut off shortly after with a very happy cheetah in the throes of her climax on screen.