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Of Taurs and Energy Drinks by Zmeydros (edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

The cherry-colored wood on our bedside table had faded nearest the window. Signs of wear had been haphazardly hidden, like the rip in the mottled brown carpet we'd found underneath the taupe recliner in the corner. Everything about this "Wild West" tour was a joke. As I put on the last shirt I packed, a tight purple long-sleeve T-shirt, I thanked the Lord that we were flying out tomorrow morning.

"You know that's a women's top, right?" my wife said with a raised eyebrow. Her dark brown hair contrasted her alabaster skin making her eyebrows very expressive.

"It's not my fault women's tops show off my pecs so well. Plus, this fabric is just so soft." I ran my hand over my right sleeve. "How can you even tell it's a women's top?"

"It's more form-fitting, the arms look a bit tight on you, and the neck hole is a lot wider." She slipped her light-yellow T-shirt over her modest-but-pert breasts.

"Well, I've got no ass, so I doubt anyone will wonder about my gender." I chuckled.

"You've got a nice curve to your ass, don't sell yourself short." She put on a tan cardigan.

"I don't know where you're getting that from, unless you're viewing my ass under a microscope." I put on my skinny jeans.

After rolling her eyes at me and scoffing, she said, "You're the most impossible person to compliment."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I quipped.

Putting on a pair of grey yoga pants, she said, "You would."

I walked over to the battered coat closet and grabbed a can of Nucleic Acid: Cheetah Charge.

"Hey, we've had six already this week," she warned.

"Oh, come on! Do you think either of us will survive this day without some caffeine?" I popped the top.

"I dunno, the directions say no more than six cans a week. I don't think they'd put that on there if it didn't matter." She sat on the bed.

I took a sip and then reached into the closet and got her a can of Nucleic Acid: Zebra Zip. "Warnings on energy drinks and stuff are for old fogies. It's not like either of us has a heart condition."

She took the can and popped it open. "Ugh, fine, I don't want to sleep through the minigolf. It might be the only thing on this whole trip that we actually enjoy."

I could already feel the caffeine, and whatever random junk they'd thrown in with it, hitting my system. My eyes were no longer half-lidded. "Knowing this trip, it'll be an open field with a plastic cup in it and we'll all take turns throwing golf balls to see who gets a hole in one."

After a big swig, she said, "No, it'll be a paper cup that someone stepped on."

I laughed as I headed to the bathroom. "Let's get out of here so we can figure out which one of us is right."

After washing my face, I grimaced at the dark circles under my eyes. My blond hair looked even lighter when compared to them. Combined with looking haggard from all the early mornings, the extra weight I'd gained from a year of being a baker's apprentice made me pretty homely. After our vacation, I was gonna have to work some on my appearance. I knew Kayla would stick with me through anything, but I wanted to feel like I deserved her.

We were out the door after Kayla used the restroom. The continental breakfast went by with us talking as little to the rest of the tour group as possible. All of them had at least a decade on us and looked like they'd spent most of their lives in casinos. Sure, some of them were nice, but we'd had an entire week to discover that we had nothing in common with them.

The bus had speckled light grey seats that hid grime well. It was pretty clean, but if one started giving it scrutiny, one could find gum and coffee stains. The sparse South Dakota landscape was incredibly dry near the Badlands, which we kept driving through without actually getting to walk around in them. We'd assumed the tour would go there, but it turns out our tour was made for minimal walking and effort. At least we'd gotten to see the beautiful bands of brown, red, orange, and even a bit of purple in the landscape at a couple lookouts we'd stopped at. I stared forlornly at a trailhead as we passed it.

I shifted in my seat. It seemed impossible for Kayla and me to sit still this morning. The long-haired husband and wife folk singer duo across the aisle kept giving us incredulous looks due to our incessant fidgeting. On top of my restlessness, I felt jittery: not "I had too much caffeine" jittery, more like, "I took meth for the first time" jittery.

As we were turning off the highway to follow signs for "Wilde West Mini Golf," Kayla leaned in and spoke softly. "My breasts are really tender."

"Oh?" I said. "Is it painful?"

She massaged her chest as discreetly as she could. "Not exactly? You know...it's almost the same as when I was in puberty."

"Like the same tenderness you had when they were growing?" I asked.

"Sometimes you're such a guy," she said.

"Umm, because I *am* a guy?" I tilted my head.

She scoffed. "No, I mean, you're acting more guyish than usual. The moment I mentioned they're tingling, you got your hopes up about them getting bigger."

"Hey! I should at least get credit for listening to you rant about puberty," I protested.

"Huh..." She squeezed her tits. "My bra feels tighter."

I rolled my eyes. "Now you're just messing with me."

"No, I'm not." She grabbed my hands and put them on her chest. "See?"

Touching her mammaries in the middle of a crowded bus got me blushing. "I'm not sure, they might be bigger?" I took my hands away.

"Looks like I'm not the only one going through puberty." She gestured toward my crotch with her eyes.

Seeing a tent in my jeans, I covered it with my backpack.

Kayla laughed at me.

That only made me more embarrassed. "You should be flattered," I complained.

"Oh, I am." She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I turned my head to meet her lips to make it a proper kiss. She grabbed my head and pressed her mouth against mine hungrily. My hands went to her tits and she moaned softly into the kiss as we made out so fiercely neither of us was in control of our actions. Her breasts were feeling more full in my hands and couldn't help but thrust lightly against my backpack as our tongues wrestled.

Someone clearing their throat next to us got me to look up. My eyes widened as I saw a familiar long dour face with a cloud of fine frizzy grey hair above it. It was our tour guide, Larry, and he was not pleased. Thankfully, all he said was, "Would you like to join the rest of us outside?"

It had been said far too firmly to be a question, but I said, "Yes," anyway.

"Splendid!" Larry's response was so soaked in sarcasm that Kayla and I cringed.

My erection wouldn't go down, so I held my backpack in front of my groin as we got out of the bus. Every one of the twenty other people in our tour group was looking at us and about half of them were whispering to each other. We withered under all that attention, hunching and keeping our arms in front of us to defend ourselves from the weight of their stares. Luckily, the acute awkwardness got my erection to stop throbbing as hard.

Larry cleared his throat to get everyone to turn around and face him. He could clear his throat more loudly than anyone I'd ever met, an expert throat noise attention getter. "As I was saying: have your prepaid tickets for the course ready. The half of you with an odd reservation number will start on the front nine while the other half will start on the back nine. Any questions?"

The guy in the red sweatshirt who was part of a tall skinny couple from Scandinavia raised his hand. "Won't we lose our ball on the final hole?"

"Yes you will, but if you go up to the window, the attendant will provide you with a second ball." Larry impatiently looked across the rest of the group, "Any more questions?" He waited two seconds and then said, "Okay, you know the drill. Line up at the window in order of your reservation number."

We had decided to sign up for this tour group on a whim, so we were dead last in line and we had an even number, so we had to go to the back nine first. People in the group kept pretending to look at the scenery while stealing glances at us as if we were going to suddenly start making out again. It was a good thing we were too fascinated by the mini golf course to cause another scene. It was an odd blend of Victorian era English elegance and the Wild West. Every hole had a theme, an English manor house, a giant filigreed cowboy boot, a peacock motif, the Oregon trail, a Wild West town, a cattle ranch, and finally, a scale replica of Buckingham palace. All of it was covered in paisley patterns and intricate woodwork that made it look more like it belonged in a museum than at a mini golf course.

"The only thing I don't understand is why they put an E at the end of Wilde," I thought aloud.

"It's right here on the brochure, the owners are huge fans of Oscar Wilde." My wife pointed to a paragraph on the inside of the brochure.

"Oh! The poet guy who died young?" I asked.

"Yep, very quotable guy," my wife said.

"Oh? What's your favorite quote of his?" The conversation was making our wait in line less tedious.

"I can resist everything except temptation," she replied.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" I smirked trying to ignore a prickly sensation all across my lower body. Maybe I was getting allergic to the new forest spring scent detergent we'd started using? It was a bit much, honestly.

She stole a grope of my ass. "Let's just say I'm looking forward to when we're back in our hotel room."

"Me too!" I groped her ass back until a woman with a near-spherical perm glanced back at us. "Do you feel odd? Like you have more energy than you should?"

"Yeah, it's like that energy drink worked better the seventh time." She drew my attention to her breasts with her eyes. "And the tingling hasn't gone away. Do they look bigger?"

"Your blouse looks tighter than it was this morning." I looked down at my pants. "Were my jeans this tight before we left?"

"I don't think so..." She leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You look really feminine right now. Those jeans fit you like a glove."

Blushing deeply, I leaned in and whispered to her, "I don't know why, but that makes me really happy."

"Oh? Have you been feeling more drawn to women's clothes lately?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, actually. Mens clothes were boring me and I've been experimenting when you're not home," I admitted.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was embarrassed."

"Well, don't be, you look fantastic!" She gave me a kiss. "Wear as girly of clothes as you want."

I looked good in women's clothes? I was filling out my jeans?! We'd missed something very bizarre. "Kayla?"

"Josh?" she raised an eyebrow.

I grabbed her hand and put it on my ass. "I have never had hips, or an ass. What the hell is going on?"

She gaped as she groped my round, feminine ass. "Wh-what the hell?"

"Maybe it's the energy drink?" I blurted out.

Kayla laughed so hard she roared. I started laughing with her, it was such a silly idea. I had no idea what I'd been thinking. The few couples still ahead of us in line watched us with concern wrinkling their faces.

When we recovered, Kayla said, "You know, maybe we're just high? Like, maybe one of the ingredients starts being hallucinogenic if you get too much of it in your system or something."

"We'd have to be tripping balls to think our bodies were changing, right?" I said.

"You got a better explanation?"

I shrugged. "Not really."

"Then, let's just enjoy the ride and hope we don't do anything we regret."

With a grimace, I said, "Like laughing like maniacs in front of the whole group?"

She nodded while trying not to giggle.

Her holding back a giggle made me giggle, like an actual tittering feminine giggle! We really were high...

My prick was still half hard by the time we got up to the window. I was glad Kayla was paying attention, because I was distracted by tingling across my chest. She handed me a blue ball and picked up a purple one for herself. Then we grabbed putters of the proper size and walked to the tenth hole. To get there, we had to go through a replica of one of the arches from Arches National Park and past the intricate train set that decorated the ninth hole.

The tenth hole was the one that was themed after the Oregon trail. You hit the ball through a covered wagon and the hole was in the center of a circle of wagons you had to putt through. As we waited for our turn, Kayla kept pressing her legs together and biting her lip.

Eventually, I said, "I'm sure there's a bathroom. You still have time before we start."

"It's not that." She wrote with her little pencil on her score card. "My p***y is going ballistic. I wish we could go back to our room right now."

"Well, my pants are even tighter now," I said aloud.

She stifled a moan as she rubbed her legs together. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen her do. For her to be that needy...I got painfully hard and had to turn away from the rest of the group to avoid them spying my bulge.

Or Kayla's bulge? I swore the crotch of her pants was straining against something. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought she stuffed a sock in her panties. I stepped in front of her saying, "Okay, we may be too high to play mini golf. I'm hallucinating that you have a package."

Furrowing her brow, she said, "Like FedEx?"

I pointed at her crotch as discreetly as I could, "No, the other kind."

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" She yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and, when they all looked our direction, she grabbed me and pulled me against her front.

"Uhh, Kayla, I can actually feel it. I don't think it's a hallucination," I said quietly as the warmth from her pulsing, impossible, equipment radiated through my jeans. I was hard as ever and the whole space between my legs was burning. My pants felt too tight!

She clutched me against her whispering, "Maybe it's a dream? Or...I don't know, but I'm running out of room and I have no clue what to do about it."

With every hastened breath she took, that swelling in her crotch grew. As I struggled to find a solution to our predicament, the tour group went back to playing mini golf. It probably looked like we were just sharing an innocent hug. The hug got far less innocent as I felt something press up past her waistband and under my shirt.

She ground what could only have been a prick against my bare belly as she huffed and shuddered.

"This can't be happening," I said.

"Were both LSD and ecstasy in the ingredients?" she asked between pants.

"I highly doubt it." I spoke very softly. "I'm hallucinating that you're growing a cock."

"What? I'm hallucinating the same thing." She thrust hard against me. "And it feels incredible."

There was weight on my chest now. "Does it feel like I'm growing breasts?"

With a nod, she said, "And your pants feel even tighter than before."

Her dick was now passing my belly button and showing no sign of slowing down. The seam on the back of my jeans tore, relieving some of the pressure. I tried to mention it to her, but my words were stolen by my tailbone aching so much I hissed in pain instead.

"This can't be a cock." She thrust it against me, now it was getting thick enough that it was pressing hard against both our bellies.

"It's gigantic!" I marveled as it slid even further up my front. A bead of pre on my cock soaked into my underpants as I shuddered. I was pressed up against the base of her prick and it felt amazing despite the suffocating tightness.

She hissed in pain similar to the way I had and my hand felt a rise in the back of her pants. I reached in, grabbed onto the base of her growing tail, and fished it out of her pants.

As the tour group members ahead of us gasped in surprise at the sudden sight of her tail, I said, "This is getting bizarre."

Touching her tail got a long moan from her and she licked up my neck. She then reached into my pants and freed my tail getting another gasp and energetic whispering from everyone that could see us.

She said, "There's no way this is actually happening."

"But how is it possible we're hallucinating the exact same things?" I said.

She tried to reply, but a growth spurt hit her cock and it pressed up between my breasts! Looking down at it, I saw the head of a horse cock and blinked before looking again. It was still there and quickly making its way up past my breasts.

The seams on her pants started tearing and I tried to talk to her to try and figure out what to do, but she started humping my front so powerfully I couldn't manage it. Feeling our breasts mash together, her thick shaft fucking my cleavage, and my jeans start ripping apart was overwhelming. The crotch seam of my jeans was pressing against a sensitive area behind my balls which gave me intense pleasure.

Kayla looked directly into my eyes as she grabbed my head and pulled it down toward the head of her prick. "I need your mouth!"

My jaw was forced open all the way to take in the humongous head of her prick. As I cried in surprise and delight, she bred my mouth and my entire front. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see two couples turned toward us, frozen in disbelief.

Then she groaned and gasped as the head of her dick got even thicker! She was flaring, like a horse! I didn't have time for disbelief because, in conjunction with two thuds just below her dick that split the fabric, she came like a fountain. Our pants tore and fell away from our crotches bringing my cock and her stallion-sized brand new ball sac into contact. I could feel each pulse of spunk travel all the way up her length and into my mouth. I trembled as I struggled to drink down her load.

Just when I thought it was all over and I'd be able to finally catch my breath, she jumped up, wrapped her legs around me, and then took my dick into her. "Cum inside me!" she begged.

I didn't know I had the strength to have sex standing up and it was awesome. It took so much concentration, so much endurance, that I was able to forget about our audience and just fuck my wife. Her cock softened between us as I kept up my momentum. The sensation of my breasts bouncing was new, as were the sensations of her more roomy and muscular pussy and her thumb-sized clit.

The friction increased as I felt my dick grow inside her as it became covered in little sensitive bumps. Each thrust went deeper, adding more sensation. I was gasping and groaning barely able to breathe enough to keep up my assault on her snatch. When her passage went from feeling roomy to being tight, I yowled like a cat in heat and pulled her down so I could get in as deep as possible. The orgasm was like biting a power cable. No part of me was still. I shot inside her so hard that my cock ached. She threw her head back and screamed as her cunt convulsed across my shaft.

As I finished inside her, I screamed for a different reason. Our torsos were getting longer!

It was enough to break Kayla out of her post orgasm daze. She felt along my side and found two protrusions in the several extra inches of torso I'd grown. "What the?"

The nubs increased in size in her hands as I found similar ones growing in on her. We teetered as standing got very awkward and I quickly bent my knees to get us closer to the ground. Then we fell toward my right side and my hands reached out to grab something. They found her protrusions which felt like half-foot-long arms...no, legs. Legs that had fur on them? Looking down, I saw zebra-striped fur growing in on those legs complete with hooves at the ends. "Honey, I think--OW!" Realizing the feline claws on my new right foreleg had scratched me, I nearly fainted. My forelegs had cheetah fur on them and they looked like they belonged on a big cat, not on me!

Kayla panicked repeating, "WHAT THE FUCK!?" as she struggled to stand back up. In the process, my cock fell out of her and her equine pussy leaked my cum on the concrete walkway. Her snatch, her whole back end, was getting the beauty and elegance of a zebra's. But I wasn't in the state of mind where I could fully appreciate it. My heart was racing and I was trying not to freak out as much as Kayla even though the bottom half of my body was growing fur all over and was clearly not human! I yelped in horror as the bones in my back legs cracked and twitched. All the bones in my back legs were changing so that I had a cheetah's configuration and would walk on my toes.

The tour group was beside themselves, some were staring with no idea what to do, some were shielding each other's eyes, some were yelling for others to get help, and some were recording even though people kept yelling at them not to. Larry kept clearing his throat to get everyone's attention and saying, "calm down!" The folk duo seemed the least traumatized. They looked as though they were viewing this as a drug trip they weren't expecting. The tall skinny couple that I thought were farmers were watching us like we were a sign of judgement day. There were a few couples that shared their expression of abject terror. The broad-faced guy who claimed to be one of the world's foremost brain surgeons was taking detailed notes on his phone while glancing at our progress. His red-haired oncologist wife was doing the same, but seemed more concerned for our wellbeing.

I think the only reason I wasn't freaking out was that Kayla had freaked out first and my mind was preoccupied with trying to help her. There was no way for me to comfort Kayla because my body had become so confusing that I had no idea how to even get to her. Instead, I just kept calling out to her hoping she'd hear me.

When she finally looked at me, I said, "You're still beautiful hon. Nothing could change that. We'll get through this." As I said those words, my eyes got wet. I had no idea if we'd be okay, but I desperately wanted to believe that we would.

I gasped as my face felt like it was getting stabbed by tiny needles. The pain was just above my top lip. My nose felt like someone was grabbing it. Then an ache in my jaw was accompanied by a stinging in my teeth. "Ngh!" Some of my teeth were getting sharper and my whole face was burning as I fidgeted in discomfort. Air puffed out as I let go of a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

Kayla's concern was now centered on me and she worked to get up on all four of her zebra hooves even though her front legs were not quite done yet. As she stubbornly rolled toward me to get closer, she whacked my rump with a hoof and said, "Sorry!"

It didn't even register because I was busy examining the source of those needle pricks: whiskers. They were growing inch by inch while I rubbed at my face. My jaws throbbed as they gradually pushed out into a feline muzzle. Kayla awkwardly tried to hug me, but she was mostly just flailing and uselessly flicking her forming zebra tail. Then she tried to stand again, but this time her forelegs were complete and she succeeded.

She very carefully walked in front of me and then lay on her zebra belly so she was facing me. Before she could say anything, her nose widened on her face and darkened. I reached out and hugged her and she hugged me back relaxing a bit as she got a zebra muzzle. Looking at her beautiful four-legged-and-two-armed zebra-human-hybrid body, a deep need welled up in me. A need so great, that my whole body was fizzing with electric potential. I started kissing her to appease my intense need for her. She eagerly kissed back until eventually she pulled away and took her top off to expose her big round tits. Then she pulled my top off.

Kayla gaped. "They're bigger than mine!" Her mouth was still changing, so she sounded very drunk. Her hands went to my breasts and squeezed.

Everything seemed so much better and less anxiety-inducing with her touching me. I yowled as I leaned into her fondling. My nipples were nice and large and when they began pressing at her palms, I melted from her caress. Using my breasts like a fidget toy to distract herself from the changes in her face, she tugged at my nipples until I felt something drip from them. Before I could fully grasp the incredible fact that I was lactating, Kayla wrapped her lips around my left nipple and sucked. I nearly came on the spot. Bizarrely, there was dampness near my balls. A dampness I couldn't explain. A dampness that was getting worse the more she suckled from my tits. And she seemed to want every drop. The moment my left was not freely giving milk, she switched to my right one. The only other sensation I could feel other than her lips and her quickly lengthening tongue was a prickly sensation across all the skin on my upper half.

As fur filled in on my belly and face, the same happened to her. It seemed the fur was racing from both ends to meet in the middle and as it did so my face finished transforming. My ears were the last things to change and, with each passing second, I could hear everything more clearly. It got to the point that I could hear Kayla's heartbeat and the murmurs of the crowd watching us. People were saying help was on the way, talking about whether this was real, and commenting on the fact that my naked back end was pointed at them.

Some guy even made a stupid pun saying, "Wow, that pussy cat has a nice pussy."

My eyes went wide. The wetness near my balls, it had to be! There was even a pulsing right where a clit would be. I finally knew what I wanted from Kayla and the thought of it made me blush and yowl like a cat in heat. It felt like my muff was a blast furnace. It was so hot and needy that when I saw that Kayla's zebra prick was fully hard, I lifted my tail.

Kayla had just finished drinking all my milk and was feeling her zebra muzzle to take stock of the changes, her mouth was hanging in awe as she did so. Suddenly, she sniffed the air and whinnied.

I laughed at the noise.

"Shut it!" she said glaring at me, embarrassed at her inability to control herself. "It smells like wet--" Her eyes widened. "You have a pussy?"

I nodded shyly.

"No way." She got up onto her front legs and then her back legs so she was on all fours and walked toward the back end of my completed cheetah taur body. "No way!" She said as she looked at my desperate hot hole.

Instinct took the wheel and I got up on all fours as well. I'd never done it before, but I'd seen how she'd gotten up, so I got it on the fourth try. First, I stood up on my forepaws feeling the alien new limbs hold my weight. Then my back ones which felt so different from my human legs. I was both walking on my toes and my back legs were much more springy. If I hadn't been so horny, I would have dashed around to test out my new cheetah legs.

The whole time I was getting up, Kayla's expression was getting more dazed. I could see her waging an internal battle, a battle she was losing. Soon her eyes glazed over and she sniffed my pussy before lapping at it with her long equine tongue.

I purred and meowed pressing back against her tongue. The purring sent soothing vibrations throughout my whole form. It made it hard to be anxious about what was happening, but I still managed. What the hell was all this? I had lactating breasts and a vag and six limbs? I was about to be bred by my own wife's recently acquired horsecock?! I'd always wondered what women felt during sex, but never imagined I'd experience it. Now was my chance...Fuck! I wanted it so much that I was embarrassed to ask for it out loud. I had an audience that had all seen me as her husband. Now many of them might start calling me Kayla's wife. And that made me want it even more!

Bidding a fond farewell to my masculinity, I grabbed my breasts and presented my snatch to my wife.

Kayla puffed air through her nostrils and started moving her front end toward me. "My whole body wants this and I'm throbbing so hard. I can't even..." She reared up and grabbed my lower half by hugging me with the sides of her forelegs just on the other side of my rear legs.

With my heart fluttering, I watched her scoot forward and re-hugging me further and further up. Then she used muscles at the base of her shaft to lift it and point it straight at my entrance. When the broad head of her prick pressed against my virgin folds, my breath caught in my throat. I could feel her heartbeat, I could feel the heat of her body, and--I screeched as she popped the head in with her powerful equine haunches. The stretch made my eyes tear up.

"Can't stop!" she moaned out as she pushed forward with her actual zebra-sized dick.

I made sounds that caused the crowd to duck for cover. I came when her medial ring hit my clit as it slid in. I sounded like half angry cat and half porn actress. Kayla was on equine autopilot and by the time I was done cumming, she was all the way inside!

Pressing back against her, I felt her balls, which were half again the size of mine, come to rest against mine. My love tunnel was taut and very sensitive letting me feel every little nub on the head of her dick as well as all the veins and linear textures along her shaft. I'd never felt this connected to to another person or this vulnerable. Then she started thrusting, knocking her balls against mine. I was just a cheetah and I was getting fucked by a horse! Nothing about Kayla was small and I was not making small noises. People from the course that weren't even in the group were gathering to look and I was too full of my wife's cock to care.

"Unf! God! Josh! Cocks are fucking incredible!" my wife said as she rutted me hard enough that I had to push back with my front legs.

"Yes! They are!" I agreed.

After another whinny, Kayla said, "I think I'm gonna cum soon! I still can't stop!"

"Yes! CUM IN ME! RIGHT NOW!" I begged as I came again just from Kayla telling me she was about to blow.

"HHHNNNGG!" Kayla growled as she slammed in all the way and her flare swelled inside me. Then, with her loudest whinny yet, she announced to everyone that she was filling me with her seed. It flooded out of her prick dousing my inner fire with a deluge of spooge. Her arms wrapped around me squishing my furry breasts against my chest as she kept cumming.

I felt like a cheetah-patterned Twinkie getting its filling. The pulses up her shaft excited my feminine instincts beyond reason and as I screamed like a feral cat, I had another orgasm on top of the one I'd already started. The sensation of her unloading in me was immensely satisfying. My head pounded due to the sheer amount of ecstasy running through me. Everything got a bit blurry and the sounds around me were now more like whooshes of air.

Both of us collapsed onto the ground, Kayla with her arms still around me. Larry the tour guide approached looking more and more out of his element with every step. When he cleared his throat to get our attention he did it timidly at first and then had to correct himself by doing it louder. "Kayla, are you and your husband okay?"

"Wife," I corrected,still blushing and feeling very exposed with Kayla's two-foot-plus cock inside me.

"I dunno, about her, but I feel better than ever." Kayla shrugged, still holding me. She whispered into my ear. "I love referring to you as a girl already."

I squeed inside so hard I nearly made a happy noise before I answered Larry. "Same here, I feel fantastic."

He gulped and tried to give us an unflustered smile and regain his air of authority, but ended up with a smile that resembled a mountain road. "A-are you two finished?"

"For now," Kayla said.

"Good. Paramedics are on the way and I'd rather you weren't...preoccupied when they get here." A man more out of his depth, I had never seen. His decades of leading tours hadn't prepared him for this. Not that I was doing much better.

"How thoughtful of you!" I said trying to drain some of the awkward from this situation.

"Yes, uh, thank you. I try." Larry responded standing a bit taller.

"Yeah, we're going to need help with this mess," Kayla said, smirking so hard it was audible.

Larry jumped two steps backwards. "The mess, right, I-I'll go get some paper towels." It seemed more an excuse for him to leave than anything else.

While we were waiting for the paramedics, Kayla said, "You make a very good wife."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she gave me a squeeze. We just sat there enjoying the closeness until we caught sight of two paramedics walking down the path toward us. One was a guy with chiseled cheeks and a narrow nose, the other was a woman with short blonde hair. Both were quite professional, but were also furrowing their brows with increasing intensity as they approached.

"Okay, I'm pretty sure all that was real," Kayla blurted out.

"You think?" I faked being surprised.

"Shush!" She said. "In my dreams and daydreams, the paramedics are always hot women."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, I have a thing for women in uniform," she said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

She laughed. "Because I was trying to have us be a normal married couple. I thought we'd be happier that way."

"Well, that plan just went out the window," I said.

"Definitely." She nodded. "It got blowed up."

"Good to know, though. The uniform thing."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I've got some shopping to do when I get home." Getting home was going to be an adventure, but a better excuse to get more time off of work, I'd never had. And to top it all off, I was going to be able to wear all the women's tops I could ever want. The bottoms, however, that was going to get complicated.

THE END

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