Creature Comfort (2)
#2 of Creature Comfort
"As Chase wakes with hazy memories of his transformation to find that his libido isn't the only thing that's grown, Creature stuggles with Elise's low self-confidence. Passions rise and inhibitions are cast aside as their world quickly turns upside down around them." Part 2 (of five-ish) Wow ... okay ... this turned out a lot more detailed than I planned, and I had to cut the length down from what it was supposed to be ... because I just got to writing and ... didn't stop (It's nearly twice as long as part 1). I don't particularly think you'll mind the extra detail, and the bit I had planned will actually make a better opening peice to the next part, but I had to break my pattern! I know ... I know ... you don't care. Here's your smut. * * * * * *
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- * * * * * Chase stirred awake with a soft groan, a dull ache pounding softly through his body. His hand drifted to the back of his neck as memories slogged back into his mind. The fur there was matted and sticky, but the odd prickling sensation was nowhere to be found. He felt a strange surge of disappointment well up at missing the feeling - his only company a wet, and awkwardly sticky feeling covering his body. He sat up, stretching and wiping the gooey film off of his eyes. Fading sunlight slid in through the dorm's second story window, illuminating the small living area and the deep, off-white blanket that now covered almost every spare inch of it. Chase himself was absolutely soaked - the thick, sticky coating matting his fur and forming long, tacky strings whenever he moved. As he tried to clean some of the gunk out from between his fingers, a fat, musky glob of it splatted on the bridge of muzzle - drawing his gaze upward. Huge, milky splotches stuck to the celing, where Chase's orgasm had struck with enough velocity to splash onto the walls and back down on the floor below in thick ropey strands. Entire sections of wallpaper were hidden from view behind a waxy ribbons of cum. The bed was covered in a viscous sheet of spent male potency, obscuring the pale blue of the linens below - and leaving only sparse patches untouched. Chase gazed around at the mess with a detached sense of male pride. He was going to have to clean all of this up, of course - but a shower seemed like it would be a good first step. He swung his feet off the bed - grimacing as he stepped in yet another puddle of his own fluids - and stood up, his sights set on the bathroom across the hall. Or rather, he tried to stand. He didn't quite make it to his feet on his first try. The unexpected weight in his groin threw him off balance, and he had to sit back down on the bed before he toppled over forwards. He glared down at his maleness, as his mind took in the sheer size of his new equipment for the first time - without the haze of pleasure drowning out rational thought. His sheath slid up almost all the way to his navel - as big around as a soda can - while his balls appeared to be doing their best impressions of grapefruit beneath the white-furred exterior of his maleness. His legs were forced apart by their size, and he could feel their weight resting on the bed below him. He stared for a moment, slack-jawed as he reached out and touched it - just trying to decide whether or not it was real. When Chase's brain finally caught up to reality - and he realized he was slowly building himself up to unwanted arousal - he drew his hand away and redoubled his resolve to stand. This time around, he made it all the way to his feet, wondering at the feeling of weight in between his legs. His new maleness was large, heavy, and above all - sensitive. Walking to the bathroom proved to be an experience all its own, and the normally short trek took him nearly five minutes. He stepped carefully inside, quickly flicking on the overhead light and turning on the shower - recoiling as cold water splashed over his arm. He closed the shower's frosted glass door against the cold mist from the spray, and stood leaning against the wall, waiting for the water heater to kick in. His eyes idly flitted around the room, settling on the big mirror above the sink on the opposite wall. His reflection stared back - framed from the knees up in the harsh bathroom light. He was a mess. His reflection was dominated by his oversized maleness, looking even more enormous on his slender frame. Gooey, off-white streaks stained and matted his fur, and long sticky ribbons of it clung to him in crevices. It ran between his fingers, clung in places to his legs, and one thin strand even clung to the inside of his ear. But here and there - where his fur was slicked down against his skin - it highlighted the sharp, solid lines of muscle. Muscle that hadn't been there the day before. Chase had tried working out once, but genetics had been against him - and all he'd gotten for several months of effort was a little definition that couldn't even be seen beneath the short cut of his fur - and that even that had vanished when he'd dropped his regimen. Foxes weren't brawny creatures by nature, and nature was a hard thing to overcome. This muscle, on the other hand, bulged and rippled when he moved. Even beneath the wild mess of his matted fur, he could make out the lines of definition. He still had his tall and slender build, but it had fleshed out - making him look athletic. It was as if someone had sheered every last ounce of fat from his body, and had simply added it back in as muscle. He looked chiseled - smoothly defined - and once his fur was clean, it would accent his muscle instead of covering it as it had once done. He glanced back at the shower - the prospect of getting clean holding a new kind of excitement. He could just make out steam rising from the shower floor where the hot water met the tile. He stepped inside, letting the spray roll across his back. When he was finally contented the water was warm enough, he turned around, focusing on his chest and stomach. He let out a gasp of surprise as the warm water splashed down on his maleness. The sensation sent electric tingles of pleasure running down his spine. He leaned against the wall, and arched his back, letting the water play over his new equipment - reveling as the sensation of each tiny drop of warm water splashing down sent new rushes of delight careening around in his brain. His desire to clean himself was lost in the deluge as he felt the first sensations of heat rushing to his groin. The pleasure only mounted as his erection grew, sensation swelling with his maleness as Chase basked in the feeling of water rushing down its length. His balls swelled with arousal, forcing his legs apart even as they hung below him, suddenly making his position against the wall precarious. He grudgingly relinquished his spot and sank to his knees, letting the water rush down over his now fully engorged member. It was a feeling as if hundreds of tiny tongues were running across his shaft, only to be replaced by another eager wave as soon as they had finished rolling down his length. He felt a great need build up inside him, steady and insistent. He hungered for release - to feel the rush of covering his surroundings in his seed. He glanced around at the small, enclosed shower - took in the glass and tile walls surrounding him. It wasn't like he could make a big mess in here. One little masturbation session in the shower wasn't going to do much harm ... He gripped himself with both hands, his breath coming in quick, ragged bursts as he started pumping. He moved slowly at first, but soon became frantic as the pleasure - the need for release - mounted with each stroke. Damn, he was sensitive ... no wonder the water had set him off ... His hips bucked uncontrollably. Precum surged from the tip of his member, sliding down the length and mixing with the water - flowing over his hands as he worked with wild abandon. The pressure within him build with each passing moment, spurring him on - harder, faster - until at last, his whole body went rigid in anticipation. He exploded. Cum splashed off the walls - back onto his body, across the glass walls, and up into the air over his head. He had to brace himself against the floor from the force of it, while orgasm raged through every fiber of his body. Every nerve was alight with pleasure - every muscle tense with exertion. For almost a solid minute, Chase drowned in the sensation of it - building with each explosive release. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the pressure eased and the orgasm ended. Chase slumped forward, losing consciousness for a second as the last surge of pleasure rocked his body. He came back to himself just in time to catch his face-first fall, and lay there panting for breath as the water played over his back. His seed filled the shower almost up to his elbows, the level slowly going down as the drain struggled with the sheer mass of it. He struggled to catch his breath as the heady scent of male musk assaulted his nostrils. His body shook. His legs felt weak. It seemed like it was a long time before he found the strength to stand. Most of the remaining fluids had already been sucked down the drain, but still more plastered the the tile and glass walls around him. He'd have to clean that too, eventually ... but for now, he felt a sense of pride at his accomplishment. There was more seed left clinging to the walls after the fact than many males would produce in their entire lifetimes. Now if he could just get the last of it out his fur ... In the warm golden afterglow of the best orgasm he could ever remember having, Chase began the long process of cleaning himself. Wait till Elise got a hold of him now ... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The Creature was quickly becoming frustrated. It had tracked down the female easily enough, but any further progress was quickly hampered by its startling inability to get inside the bobcat's mind. It wasn't as she was anything special as far as it could tell - Creature could still interact with the thoughts she kept on the surface, reading and changing them to its whim - but the female's inner mind remained locked. The fox had been simple enough - feed him images that caused arousal, and then he would do the rest of the work. If need be, Creature could affect the male's subconscious directly - with little energy spent on the exploit. With the male, Creature could do all the thinking for him, and the result was easily predictable. They were - after all - simple creatures. The female - on the other hand - seemed to think in circles. Every time Creature thought it had found a way to access her subconscious mind, it had to back off or risk being closed in by surface thoughts careening around the outer layer of her mind. So, Creature was stuck dealing only in the thoughts she let bubble up to the surface. At first it had seemed to be working. The signs of arousal were not as easy to read on the female, but they were there. He simply fed her images of her foray with the fox, letting her re-live the moment over in her mind until she began to display signs of arousal, longing, and sexual need ... and yet she didn't act on them. So, Creature had taken things a step further, using an image of the male fox after Creature's modifications had been made. He'd had to take certain liberties with the reenactment of the sex itself, but - overall - he measured an increased arousal. It made sense - Creature reasoned - on a base level, everything it had done to the male had been enhancing his sexual prowess. When she still didn't act, despite her arousal - Creature had started playing with the bobcat's image of herself, tweaking and testing until he got a reaction he was looking for. Creature had used images of supermodels from the male's mind as a starting point, and then changing things around when the male ideal of things didn't quite mesh with her own. In her mind, she had the body of a goddess - beautiful, sexy, strong, and sure. The sheer amount pleasure she experienced at the act was unreal - but that hardly mattered to Creature. With each successive replay, it wormed his way deeper into her mind until - at long last - it could reach her innermost thoughts. It began urging her slowly, steadily towards action. Now she was moving, up and pacing around the room. Words rushed through her mind - a titter of worries and tribulations all coming and going too fast for Creature to react. So, it ignored them - playing lavish sex scenes over and over in her mind - simply trying to drown her out. She picked up something off the table by her bed - a cell phone. Her mind was resolute now, and she was thinking of the male on her own. Creature huddled close to listen as the phone rang. "Elise?" the male fox's voice came from the small speaker, breathing heavily - as if he had run to the phone. "I ... " the female, Elise, paused for a moment, the nagging doubts returning. Creature reinforced the image of the male. The act of sex. The pleasure. "I can't stop thinking about you ... about us ... in that closet." "I ... are you alright?" The male, Chase - Creature pulled the name from Elise's mind - seemed unsure. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." Elise said, finality in her voice. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to think. I just want you to come over. I need you. Right now." "Sure ... I think I can manage that." Chase's voice lifted almost musically, "Umm ... Just let me grab some clothes, and I'll be right there." "Hurry." Elise hung up the phone as more images flowed into her mind without Creature's help. They were new thoughts - completely of Elise's creation, and they promised of an exciting night. Creature was grinning with anticipation at the fantasies spinning across the surface of Elise's mind. Working its way into her thoughts had been difficult, but it had learned to be imaginative. Creativity was something completely new. It something Creature had learned from Elise and her male companion, and it was something Creature would treasure. Creature - at first disdainful of these simple animals - liked the way they were rubbing off on him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The phone call from Elise had made Chase realize a couple of things. First was the realization that, even after everything - the untold gallons of his seed that had been spilled all over his dorm room - he was still horny. Unbelievably so. His hopes had soared when Elise had asked him to come over - when at last her voice had found the confidence to ask for exactly what she wanted. Just the thought of her sent heat rushing into his groin, as he frantically tried to divert his mind to that wouldn't cause his pants to suffer a critical failure. Which brought him to his second discovery - made as he'd been rifling through his clothes, trying to find something that still fit him. Unfortunately, he'd done almost as much growing up as he had out. He was more than a half a foot taller, and the extra seven inches - combined with his new muscles - made it very hard to find anything that would fit. Shirts had been easy enough. His penchant for loose shirts meant that he now had several that fit like a glove, and one that even reached all the way to his waist when he put it on. He could feel the sleeves stretch tight around his bicep whenever he bent his arm, and made a mental note not to do any heavy lifting before moving on to the much more challenging task of finding a pair of pants. Boxers were completely out of the question. He'd tried some on before he thought about it, but the inelastic material was binding to the point of being choking, and had quickly torn under the stress of simple movement. Legions of jeans had been thrown out without a second glance, and he couldn't even begin to zip up the pair of spacious cargo pants he had slipped on. At last, he settled on pair of sweatpants. With a little modification by way of scissors to the waistband, he had managed to get them on. His maleness bulged out conspicuously, straining the limits of the material, but at least he was decently covered - and the tight material gave him a little much needed support for his massive size. He wouldn't be running anywhere any time soon, but at least walking wasn't as much of a chore. He dismissed shoes and sandals after setting his bare paw next to one, and judging it to be at least two sizes too small. Eventually deciding he was as dressed as he was going to get, Chase sauntered off into the evening air. Early Friday night meant there was plenty of activity in the two blocks he had to walk to the women's dorms, and Chase drew stares like a magnet. Women and men alike gazed slack-jawed at his tight fitting outfit, their gazes always lingering on the bulge in his pants. The shy looked away quickly, the more daring met his eyes with a smile, but most just stared. He ignored them all the way up to Elise's dorm on the second floor, and rapped lightly on the door. For a second, it seemed as if she hadn't heard him, but as he raised his hand to knock again, the door swung open, revealing a sexy figure - feline enthusiasm barely contained behind a black silk negligee that left very little to the imagination. Chase found himself doing a double-take as she paused to drink all of him in. "Can I ... come in?" Chase smiled down at the scantly clad vision before him. She seemed smaller than he remembered, but he guessed that made sense. It was infinitely more surprising to think she even owned anything as blatantly sexy as this number. He'd seen a glimpse of it in her eyes last time, though - mousy little Elise was a firecracker at heart. She didn't answer him - not at first. Her gaze lingered on the bulge in his pants for just a moment longer than was decent, and then rose to meet his. He could see the questions flash across her face, but they vanished in an instant as the embers of raw passion lit behind her eyes. A fanged, feline smile spread across her face as she seemed to make up her mind. She hooked a finger around the collar of his shirt and led him inside. He let himself be thrown to the bed as she closed the door and leaned against it, undressing him with her eyes. She smiled and gestured in his general direction, "You ... are wearing far too much." Chase returned the smile, sitting up and stripping off his shirt. He ignored the tearing noises coming from the strained material, and quickly threw the destroyed shirt into a corner, exposing the white of his bare chest - watching her hungry eyes run over his toned stomach. He reached down and was about to remove his pants in an equally unceremonious fashion when he felt a hand against his chest. He looked up form his work into that feline smile. "Wait," her eyes drank in the look of him as if it were the nectar of the gods, running a gentle hand over the sharp lines of his muscle. He could've sworn he heard her purr, "No need to worry about that one. It'll handle itself." Before he could object, Elise pressed close, bringing her muzzle to his - her tongue immediately questing into his mouth. He reciprocated automatically, losing himself in her. He was vaguely aware of the tingling sensation slipping into the back of his neck. Thousands of tiny needles played against the base of his skull as Elise began to grind against him - her soft, supple body flowing with him as he fell back onto the bed. The stimulation sent sensations of pleasure leapfrogging across his body, and all thoughts about the strange prickling vanished in a haze of arousal. Heat surged into his groin, and he felt it begin to swell with need. For a panicked moment, Chase felt a tight pain as the material strained against his growing maleness. He broke from his kiss with Elise in an involuntary gasp as the material groaned under the added pressure, and then - mercifully - tore. Elise dismounted and turned around, sitting atop his stomach and freed his growing maleness from the remains of his pants. His head lolled in pleasure as he felt the soft fur of her stomach against his shaft as it swelled. He felt his balls press lightly against the inside of his legs as his member pulsed to its full height. He gasped when he felt the head butt against the top of her negligee. She shot him a mischievous smile over her shoulder as she undid the top of her negligee and flung it aside. With her back to him, he couldn't see what she was doing as she leaned over, but he moaned in pleasure when he felt it. Firm, furred flesh surrounded his shaft - massaging him lightly as a rough feline tongue ran over the head of his member, lightly teasing his slit. His eyes rolled back in his head. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. It was ten times better than anything he'd been able to do to himself - and she was just getting started. Up and down, the tongue worked - bringing unbridled sense of pleasure wherever it went. She experimented, she teased, all the while massaging him with her body. Chase was locked in a state of euphoric sensations as she played him like an expert musician - getting back into the groove of her favorite instrument. He let out a muffled groan when he felt pressure begin to mount - worried that she was going to send him over the edge so soon. Whether she heard him, or just sensed it on her own, she held him at the brink for a moment before backing off. She planted her weight on his chest, and began running her tongue all the way down his shaft. Chase's mind slowly shifted down from nirvana to simple, mind-numbing pleasure as his eyes finally found focus again. The sight of her shapely feminine form gave him ideas. After all, he couldn't let her do all the work, now could he? He put his hands around the outside of her thighs and guided her gently backwards, stripping off the black lace panties as he went. She obliged with only a momentary pause to her ministrations. When he finally got her where he wanted, he ran his tongue gently across her sex, a quick flick across the lips to pause with extra attention on her clit. Elise moaned and shook in pleasure - gripping his hips for support. She cast a quick glance backwards, watching him work for a moment before planting her lips on his shaft and giving him it a deep, succulent kiss, complete with tongue. Chase let out his own moan of surprised pleasure, and retaliated in kind. From there, the arms race was on. It was a contest to see who could bring the other over the edge first. New ideas flooded Chase's mind as fast as he could try them. He had never been particularly good at this position before, but it was as if he were connected to Elise by some unseen force. He knew on instinct just what to do to get a rise out of her - and with each passing moment the ideas flashing across his mind got more daring ... and more effective. He could feel her rushing closer and closer to relase, even as her efforts brought him careening down the same path with frightening speed. In the end though, his new body and improved stamina triumphed - and he felt her convulse with pleasure. She screamed in orgasmic delight as she relinquished her grip on his maleness. The tingling sensation at the back of Chase's neck faded, and then vanished altogether. "Damn," She huffed, turning to face him, "You never told me you were so good at that." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Looks like I'll have to make it up to you in the bonus round." Elise smiled and cupped her small but firm breasts in both hands, "I believe these were the crowd favori -" She cut off suddenly, putting a hand to the back of her neck - a look of surprise suddenly shooting across her face. She meweld strangely as she crossed her arms across her breasts, as if trying to hide them from him. Chase watched her from the bed, fairly sure he knew what was going on, but unsure of what to do about it. Fear flashed across Elise's eyes only for a second before the haze of pleasure took over. Her hands went from guarding her cleavage from view to openly playing with it - tweaking first one nipple and then the other, cupping them in her hands as she toyed with herself. "Elise?" Chase stared in wide wonder as her breasts swelled before his eyes, "You okay with this?" She didn't seem to hear him. She was holed up in her own little world enjoying the changes that were taking place with reckless abandon. Chase thought back to his own changes - back to that single blur of pleasure that seemed to stretch forever in his memory, and decided to sit back and watch. His maleness pulsed with excitement as the changes continued. Elise grew before his eyes. At first just one cup size, but the growth accelerated quickly as she tweaked and toyed - and only seemed slow when she was was far, far past a respectable handful. Chase wasn't used to dating buxom women, and his knowledge of cup sizes ended somewhere before D. When Elise's growth finally slowed, she was far past the realm of 'D' and just this side of 'cantaloupe'. Her breathing slowed for a moment, and then she lost it in one quick gasp. Her hands roved all over her body ... not seeming to find any one place to settle. Chase barely contained himself as he saw her whole body ripple in one smooth motion. She gasped as her hips widened to match her top in a perfect hourglass figure. Smooth, silky muscle hardened under a smooth layer of fur, softening the edges into a sexy, toned figure. She fell into him as the last of the changes rocked her body - gazing into his eyes with a look of savage, unconstrained need. If he had seen the embers of passion behind those eyes earlier, then this was a wildfire, consuming all of her in a rush of lust. Chase watched spell-bound, trying - and largely failing - to contain his own lust as he took in all of her. He wondered for a moment why the tingling sensation hadn't returned. There wasn't anything left to ... And then he noticed it. As she held him tight, pressing her firm, toned body against his - where she had at first laid soft and pliable to his will - Chase felt her growing. Already, the tips of her ears were tickling his chest. Whatever was changing her wasn't content with mere beauty. It was sculpting a goddess - a dynamo of sexual power and feline grace. He couldn't imagine why - there didn't seem to be any explanation Chase could wrap his head around - but as he felt her purr resound deep in his chest - he realized he didn't care anymore. The tingling sensation tentatively returned to the back of his neck as Elise stared into his eyes. Even at his massive height, she was barely a head shorter than him. For a long moment, they stood, staring into one another's eyes - reveling in the fires of passion and the anticipation of deeds promised in the other's gaze. Neither wanted to take that first step towards quenching that fire - and so they stood, until Chase couldn't stand it any longer. He moved towards the bed, and she moved with him. She slid down onto the bed and pulled him with her - opening her legs in invitation - even as the smile spread back across her face. He accepted the invitation, placing his hands on the backs of her firm thighs and moving gently - worries about his size vanishing into whispers before he had a chance to focus on them. It was a tight fit. His monstrous maleness pressed tight against the walls of her sex - and she wasn't able to take all of him in - but, he could feel her surrounding him, caressing a good deal more of his length than he'd thought possible. Something in the back of his mind warned him just before he bottomed out, and he stopped - basking for a moment in the sensation of filling her completely. Elise pulled him closer, spurring him into action. The feeling once again toppled everything Chase thought he knew about pleasure. Not half an hour earlier, he had been sure nothing would ever beat that trick she had pulled, using her body and tongue in combination. He had been wrong. As delightful as it had been, her sex was infinitely more determined. She seemed able to flex and pull at just the right moments, sending him higher and higher with each thrust. Pleasure mounted quickly ... then galloped straight up a vertical slope, bringing him with it. Yet all the while, he could feel the pressure of his mounting orgasm - building, growing, but still on a distant horizon. Through it all, he managed to keep hold of his senses enough to give Elise the ride of her life, even as she was surely and quickly bringing him to heights he'd never dreamed possible. He was learning again, new theories and ideas popping into his head. Just as before, he could tell what had the best effects, building up technique as he went - and he had always been good at this part. Soon, he could elicit screams of pleasure from his bobcat lover at will, and he delighted in making her scream, keeping her toes curled in delight as he built suspense with each rhythmic thrust. At each turn, she found a way to reciprocate, and his own moans of passion blended with hers in a smooth chorus of ecstasy in time to their lovemaking. They climbed a sheer cliff of carnal need - desire and pleasure folding in on themselves and flooding the senses. Then - at long last - one of Chase's new tricks sent Elise careening off the edge. Chase tried to hold on through her sudden convulsions, but he had barely been holding on as it was. He felt his body go rigid, muscles from his toes, to the tips of his ears locking down in anticipation. Time stopped. In that moment, they shared the most intimate experience either had ever known. He erupted inside her and she gripped him for dear life as they rode out wave after wave of swelling pleasure. The world outside vanished - and for that minute that washed into eternity, there was only Chase, Elise, and the link that bound them together. When it finally ended, Chase felt her go limp in his arms. In the last instant of euphoria, she had lost consciousness - her mind simply unable to handle the sensation that was being sent to it. He pulled out, sighing in contentment and laying down to watch Elise's chest rise and fall with the steady rhythm of sleep. In the darkness, she seemed to glow with a soft golden light. Chase basked for as long as he could, but the glow soon faded - even as the tingling sensation on the back of his neck disappeared once more. He wondered idly where it was going, but the thought faded into a soft blue haze as sleep slid over him like a warm blanket. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *