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The small, black cat tightened his brown leather jacket and shoved his way into the murky, nameless hole-in-the-wall bar in a small, dirty mining town in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. A fire glowed faintly in a small hearth, bringing more smoke than heat to the dingy bar. At long tables, rugged wolves in heavy clothes drunk mugs of beer after the long day of work. A heavy smell of sweat mixed with the sharp tint of alcohol and the strong smell of cigarettes.

"Shut the damn door!" someone barked in thickly accented English. The cat flinched for a moment before slamming the door shut. He took a table for himself on the corner, asking for a mug of beer as he waited for his contact. He looked around the bar, trying to calm himself.

"You are late," a white vixen said in a delighted tone as she took a chair in front of him.

"I had problems," the short cat said in clipped tones. "You have the data?"

The vixen smiled confidently. "I have it all, Mr. Smith. It goes much deeper than the guys in Washington ever thought."

The cat's ear immediately perked up. "I thought we shouldn't use our names."

The vixen laughed silently and with a simple wave of her hand she ordered two glasses and a plate of bread. "You worry too much, first field mission?"

The cat nodded shortly as two small glasses and a plate with dark bread was put in front of them by a plump barmaid. The Vixen took a small bottle from inside her jacket and filled their glasses. The cat took a swig, and it burned a fiery trail down to his stomach. Tears streamed from his eyes. He hastily snatched up some bread and wolfed it down.

"Vodka is not for everyone," the said vixen with no small amount of amusement. "But it'll put some hair in your chest."

The vixen smiled. The cat couldn't help, but think she had a very pleasant face when she smiled. The cat felt flushed, a shiver raced over his skin, a primal warning of danger, as he stared at her. She was lean and tall; the soft white fur hid small scars gained along a lifetime of field operations amidst some of the most brutal places on Earth.

In comparison, he was an out-of-shape junior analyst, whose only work-related injury so far had been a sprained wrist from typing for too long. He had heard the speeches about everyone doing their part in the fight against the communists, but he couldn't help but feel insufficient.

The vixen was a predator. It was his first thought. Long, lean, and dangerous, the kind of woman that would thrive in danger, and never even spare a second glance towards him.

She leaned casually against the desk, a small envelope in her hand as she watched the black cat with predatory intent.

He felt his mouth go dry. His hands were shaking, as he took in the envelope containing information so sensitive that it couldn't be transferred by electronical means by fear that the communist agents would intercept it.

"I hope the guys in Washington appreciate it," the vixen said as she called for two more drinks.

"So, the rumors are true?" The cat asked, trying to ignore the sensation of tightening in his chest, the breath catching in his throat.

"You really want the truth?" the vixen asked. "They are much farther along than we previously believed. Their department of Unorthodox Sciences in Ekaterinburg has made some breakthroughs that are really concerning."

The fox poured some more vodka in his glass, the cat tried a small sip from his and discovered that it wasn't as bad as the first time, the vodka gave him a cozy feeling, like a warm embrace.

"Mr. Smith, they have unlocked the secrets of DNA," the vixen leaned forward to whisper to him, her blue eyes bright in her somber expression. "Between the walls of that laboratory they have created wonders."

The black cat's heart was pounding; he felt flushed, confused. A cold shiver running through his spine made a patch of fur around his spine white as snow.

"Hey, are you fine? You look pale," the vixen put one hand over the black cat's trembling hands.

The black cat forced a smile, pulling out a small handkerchief to wipe at his face, he was feeling hot, his blood was burning. "I just can't believe this. How they have managed to advance so fast without us knowing it? We need to start developing new defenses against..."

He coughed violently, his body throbbing as the vixen held his hand strongly. She suddenly felt closer to him than to any other person in the entire world.

"Stay strong," the vixen squeezed his arm. "It'll hurt at first, but you have to be strong, comrade. Remember how you trained hard to infiltrate amidst the capitalist degenerates!"

"No!" The black cat almost screamed and pushed to his feet, he managed to stumble towards the bathroom desperately, but the vixen's eyes were on him, smiling, knowingly. He turned and rushed from the table, his feet feeling strangely heavy, almost as if he was trying to run underwater, weaving his way through the crowd and escaping to the dimly lit corridor and the bathroom beyond.

He pushed through the door, let it swing closed behind him, and felt like crying out in relief that the room was empty. A single, stained sink rested against the wall, on the other side there was a tight roll of stalls with simple curtains offering some modesty.

He opened the sink and splashed some cool water against his face, he needed to keep his cool, there were protocols to be followed. He closed his eyes to try and think, he had trained for that.

His heart was racing, perspiration dotted his face, a maniacal pulse of searing heat burning inside his veins. Memories of his days training on the Pentagon were being tainted, overwritten by new and strange memories.

_Gods, no!_He tried to focus on his life, the little suburbia house where he had grown, the years spent studying and working hard to get into the Pentagon's intelligence division, he had a loving wife waiting for him back home.

His fingers pulled at the zipper of his jacket, fumbling with it before he managed to pull it free. His hands felt swollen, stretched.

Looking at himself on the small mirror he saw his clothes stretched thin against his body, his chest and ass specially stretched the fabric so tight that he could feel the stitches straining against his skin.

Pressing his hand to his stomach, he breathed in deeply and leaned against the wall.

Turning on the cold water in one of the faucets, he held his palms under the stream of tepidly cold water and took long, calming breaths. He just needed to calm down, the mission could still succeed, he would be on an airplane back to Washington by the morning.

"No...," a protesting mutter escaped him, as his body began to bend forward, shaking. Muscles jumped and bunched as they grew, his nails lengthened and twisted into claws. He threw his head back and roared piercingly as bone grew and shifted while wet, fibrous sounds attested to the shifting of ligaments and muscles.

With a loud, ripping sound he broke free from his clothes, breathing deep as white fur spread through his body. His breasts grew in size with each breath, getting broader, thicker, heavier.

His tail flickered desperately as it quickly diminished in size, getting thicker and smaller until it's little more than a small nub of a tail.

His... No, her breathing hitched at the need burning inside her, the electrical pulse of feminine essence, a female's need. Looking between her legs, she still managed to catch a last sight of her penis shriveling until it disappeared amidst the thick, white fur.

It was too late. She was plunged into darkness. "You are such a slut. A degenerate slut that loves cock and pussy." The voice filled her head, harsh and melodic, filled her with lust. "Better being a whore than ending as housewife to some stupid dick," her mind was drained of everything else, focused solely on that. The overwhelming lust that threatened to drown her as all her memories were twisted. She now remembered doing tricks for smokes and vodka, she had dropped off college on the first chance she got. She saw herself knelled in front of her old roommate, sucking him for twenty bucks to buy a new skirt. She later would fuck his girlfriend while he was watching football.

No, I never did those things. I have a wife, I wouldn't...would never...

"Are you sure, whore?" The insidious, melodious voice in her mind was implacable. Slowly but surely, she could feel herself losing all sense of reality. She was pressing her wife against the wall on the back of a seedy strip club, she was a regular client since her limp-dicked husband couldn't satisfy her. She never would do the same mistake, "I'm too smart to get some stupid boyfriend that can't even give me an orgasm to order me around."

Everything was changed. Every precious memory was warped into something filled with lust, strange, and wrong. She told herself to resist, but, to her horror, she begun to enjoy it.

_Whore..._She wasn't just some stupid, meek cat working day and night for a pitiful salary, just to get back to a wife that had never respected her! What if she dropped her panties for money? She made more in the end of the month, and didn't had to worry about pleasing any asshole boss. The normalcy of her old life begun to annoy her, she didn't need that fucking white picket and suburbia house.

Fuck all that!

Straightening her shoulders, she stared into her reflection. She looked fierce, strong. Her face was all angles and sharp lines, her ears were now more rounded, smaller. The soft, feline features were gone, replaced by the hard lines of a big predator.

Licking her lips, she breathed deeply, the last ripples of change still moving around her body.

The vixen walked in, she stood propped against the wall across from her, a cigarette burning in her lips, her jacket falling open, shirt lying against her perky, hard breasts.

"At attention, Comrade," Her voice was black velvet, dark, whispering with sexuality, and awakened a pulse of need throbbing between her thighs. How are you feeling?"

"I needed..." She swallowed tightly, her mind got suddenly clear, empty of thought. "A moment."

"Those infiltration missions can get on your nerves, comrade Olga," the vixen spoke and more memories flooded into the bear's mind.

The name resonated inside her mind, pushing away old thoughts, destroying the memories marked by capitalist propaganda.

Olga licked her lips, the name still strange in her own mind, but becoming easier to accept by the moment.

"I'm sorry, comrade Natasha." Her smile was nervous; she was shaking on the inside, there was too much she needed to remember and too much to forget at once. "It's my first mission amidst the capitalists."

Natasha smiled, her blue eyes watched Olga with a hint of fire. "On the contrary," the vixen stated as she pushed away from the wall and offered a cigarette to Olga. "You will be fine, such a big, strong, powerful Russian bear has nothing to fear from those weak, degenerated animals."

Olga wasn't used to deal with the estrogen overload rushing through her body. Pure, desperate hunger. Lust in its purest form. Digging into her brain, burning her, sending racing, flaming jolts of desire tearing through her body.

The vixen moved closer, a subtle shift of her body, and only inches separated them as she stared up at Olga.

The bear felt strangely weak in front of the fox, the feel of her body, the heat surrounding her.

The vixen couldn't have been more pleased with her success, after years as a double agent they now had a perfect weapon. The body changes had been perfect, but more than simply changing the body, it awakened a desire for touch and comfort. It wouldn't matter what kind of treatment they applied to sweet Olga, now that the synthetic drug was attached to the brain, there was no way to completely eliminate it.

The drug would work by creating two distinct personalities, the dominant one would be the immoral American whore that would infiltrate their capital, but more importantly, the secondary personality was that of a proper Russian woman and would remain dormant until Natasha used one of her trigger-phrases.

"They'll get suspicious if you don't return soon," the vixen told her, stroking the bear's face with her soft fingers. "Do you still remember your mission's parameters?"

Olga nodded confidently. "I'm to pose as an American whore, to use the rampant degeneracy of the capitalists to uncover their secrets and weaknesses."

"The psychological changes seem to have gone through perfectly," the vixen said, pressing one finger under Olga's chin so she could inspect the bear's face. "You know how to act like a degenerate, capitalist woman?"

"I have studied it as much as I could," Olga said with a soft American accent.

"Perfect!" The vixen smiled. "You have a paid room on the local hotel for the rest of the month, there will be clothes, makeup and all kinds of degeneracy you need to assume your role. Now it's time to work, whore."

The vixen was taken by surprise as the bear put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. Firm, heated, hungry. The vixen felt a surge of excitement, pleasure rushing through her veins, the bear's large tongue tasted her until she was panting and nearly begging for more. A soft cry left her lips as Olga's head lifted and he moved back marginally.

_Fuck!_The vixen whispered, already feeling her clothes getting a bit too tight for her.

Olga took her hard, without apology. She took the vixen like an animal completely overwhelmed by lust. Kissing, touching, groping until the vixen was screaming her name. Screaming, begging, growing under her thick paws until a rippling orgasm explode in a brutal wave of cold bliss.

The quickly-shifting vixen still held some manner of sanity as she ripped free of her clothes, she had some antidote in her purse that would be more than enough for herself. If she could only reach it before the drug had completed the transformation she could revert to normal.

The drug seemed to have already lost some of its potency, the vixen ended a good head smaller than Olga, her breasts barely increasing in size, her tail getting shorter, but not completely like that of a bear. She ended more like a hybrid of bear and fox, than a true bear.

Any thought of antidotes was immediately banned from her mind as the door opened, the two wolves coming inside were taken back by the two naked bears, but their arousal was evident for the two females.

"Hey, doggy, want to fuck me raw?" Olga asked with a big smile. "Twenty bucks, for fifty you can fuck my ass."

The vixen tried to tell the wolf to leave them alone, but when she opened her mouth: "Yeah, we need some good fucking! Cause I haven't had a wolf cock in ages!"

"I have a fifty," the first wolf said.

"Perfect! I was crazy to have something big in my ass!"

Olga pulled him towards her, already undoing his pants as she took in the aroma of his arousal, she took his half-hard cock sliding out of the sheath into her mouth. She closed her eyes as the desperate hunger inside of her was finally being sated. His salty pre-cum tasted like the most delicious food she had ever tasted. Olga worked her tongue up and down his shaft, pressed her muzzle against it as her hot tongue lapped at his balls.

"Fuck, this bitch knows how to suck," the wolf groaned, holding the back of her head and thrusting his cock inside her mouth.

Olga closed her eyes as he begun fucking her mouth and felt fingers stroking her swollen clitoris, she opened her eyes to see Natasha at her side, the other wolf's cock buried deep into her throat and her fingers in Olga's pussy. As the wolf thrust hard in Olga's throat, her reached for Natasha's cunt, ramming two fingers in and out of her tender pussy as the fox-bear hybrid retributed the favor.

Pulling her by the hair, the wolf pressed Olga's back against the wall, his claws digging at her sides as she spread her legs for him. She roared as his cock plunged deep inside her cunt. The wolf thrusted deep and hard, wild with lust.

Olga couldn't believe she had waited so long for that, it felt too good! She needed more, she craved more. It was a burning hunger inside of her.

"Fuck, this is too good," Natasha moaned at her side. "Fuck me!"

The wolf immediately picked up his speed. He wrapped his paws around Olga's hips and pulled her into him with each thrust. The bear was going crazy with the pleasure, it felt so good to be grabbed, to be fucked like that.

The wolf gave a hard thrust, forcing his swollen knot at once inside Olga's cunt, how cock throbbing as it spilled hot seed deep inside of her. Burst after burst of the thick, hot seed filled her womb. Olga could do nothing else but let the orgasm engulf her, it was an explosion of warmth that filled her body completely until she was unable to move, and barely registered when the wolf turned her over.

The wolf pressed her to the floor, forcing her on all fours as he came behind her, pulling his cock out of her pussy and smearing her ass with his cum.

"You are such a slut," Natasha said as she was also forced into all fours in front of Olga, her tail raised eagerly.

"Shut up, you dike!" Olga moaned.

"Shut up, you are the fucking whore!" Natasha said with a giggle as the wolf shoved his hard cock in her ass.

"Kiss me, you fucking bitch," Olga put one hand behind Natasha's head and pulled her another kiss, hungry and lustful. their mouths mated, tongues twining, giving and taking.

Nothing mattered but this. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be taken. Hard and deep. And the wolf was more than happy to oblige. His hips jacked against her, burying his cock inside her ass with rapid, delirious strokes as she sucked Natasha's tongue and moaned into the kiss. His nails were digging at her hips, his knot slamming against her ass with each stroke, easing its way inside of her.

"Fuck, this slut is hot!" The wolf growled, thrusting hard.

Olga moaned, this felt so good. Slut, the word rolled in her mind. Burying inside her once, twice, the wolf let his lust guide his movements, the bear was big enough he didn't need to worry about going easy on her. Pumping into her, his semen spurted hot and thick as the knot stretched her ass, locked inside her.

Olga felt a shattering orgasm, destroying any memories that had been left from her past life, the waves of cascading warmth that filled her body made it too hard to think. The wolf shoved her a pair of crumpled notes and she smiled, this was her purpose after all.

***

Olga woke confused at first, until memories of the last day returned with a rush. Her throat felt a little sore. Her eyes opened to stare at a stained white ceiling inside a dimly lit, cramped room. She lifted her head to peer around.

The small motel bedroom contained cheap, stained furniture and a dingy hearth in the corner, a small fire was going on to provide some warmth, the only source of light. She could see some empty bottles laying around and could smell the mix of sex and sweat.

After a brief blast of cold air, a door opened at the front of the room and Natasha stepped inside, throwing aside her heavy coat to show off her half naked body. Olga couldn't help but glance at the hybrid's chest, she was wearing a dark silk scarf as a top, her breasts almost spilling out with every movement. Olga slid one hand between her legs, seeing her friend dressed like that always put her on the mood. She hungrily studied her muscular build, the fox-bear hybrid had conserved a lot of her muscles during the change, Olga herself had grown more on the chubby side. Natasha jumped on the bed, getting under the covers and sharing a hot kiss with Olga.

"Fuck, you taste like cum," Olga complained, without breaking their kiss.

"I got out to use the phone and ended sucking the cleaning guy," Natasha said with a smile.

Olga covered Natasha with her body, kissing and licking the hybrid's neck, rubbing their bodies together as she got rid of Natasha's clothing. The bear moved a leg between Natasha's legs, grinding her tight against her pussy.

"Ah!" Natasha moaned, biting on Olga's shoulder. "You are such a dike."

"And you are my slut," Her voice came out hard from arousal, groping Natasha hard.

After making some money on the bar, the two ended kicked out of the place by an angry owner that didn't wanted the two of them turning tricks on his propriety.

Natasha found the address of the motel on what had remained of her clothed and the two ended finding not only a room paid for the whole month, but a couple of bags waiting for them. The hotel manager complained about the two of them sharing the room at first, but after Olga gave him a free titjob he agreed they could stay.

The two had been happy to find some nice clothes inside the baggage, but best of all had been a few thousand dollars in cash, and several bottles of what appeared to be high-quality vodka.

"You know the passages?" Natasha took one of Olga's nipple in her mouth, biting ever so hardily and suckling on them. "I checked with the airport and they are all valid, we can go there anytime we want."

Olga moved her hand to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of vodka, taking a long swig of it before giving it to Natasha.

"Fucking amazing," the bear smiled. "You will be the biggest whore in Washington!"