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Selina wasn't sure how her personality might have changed, or what it would be if it changed, but for her first day in the new body, she was going to be a tomboy.

With only her old clothes to sample from, she was lucky enough to find a small pile of used outfits that she meant to donate, but never got around to. As Samuel, they didn't quite fit anymore, but the shorter, slender body that she'd acquired was just the right size for everything to look a little baggy on her...and given her lack of a brassier, she considered it a stroke of dumb luck.

"Have you been paying attention to any of this stuff?" she asked Bradley, as they relaxed in the back of the lecture hall. "I never realized how early in the day you wake up, but...you get bored watching game shows. There's no way you've actually been listening to this drone."

"Nope...it's perfect," Bradley admitted. The pair were sitting far back enough in the auditorium that their whispered voices didn't reach the stage, where the professor was doing his best to ignore that half of the people in the room were asleep. "I come in here once or twice a week, I nap most days, and I do just well enough to skate by with a 'C' average so I can still compete. It's my favorite class!"

Selina rolled her eyes. "With that kind of motivation, it's a wonder that you're such a dedicated athlete."

"Sports are fun," Bradly suggested. "Western Civ is...well, it's Western Civ. It's boring, and I didn't feel like putting a real class first thing in the morning."

"I'm sure your professor would appreciate that kind of feedback."

Bradley snickered. "That old fart probably doesn't even know my name. I'd be shocked if he knows half the people in this room; he probably just wants someone to listen to him talk, since he has to be here anyway."

"Oh, thank goodness...okay, class; we're out of time! Be sure to read up on the required material I mentioned on pages 220-236, as all of that will be heavily scrutinized on the midterm!"

For tuning out everything else he said, Bradley jumped out of his seat and cheered as the professor dismissed the class. "And now I've got three hours to kill!" he said, rushing for the door at the back of the auditorium...and leaving Selina by herself without even thinking about it.

She lifted her paw to try and stop him: she wasn't as familiar with that lecture hall, and didn't feel like getting lost on the way out, but Bradley was already halfway down the hallway when she rushed out after him.

If not for the Doberman that stopped him, Selina never would have caught up to him.

"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome...best party of the semester, no doubt!"

"Good. I'm getting tired of serving other people at the bar...I could use a little service of my own, for once."

"You got it, dude. Party starts at 9 but you can come over whenever. I'd appreciate the extra help setting up!"

"Setting up what?"

Selina trotted down the hallway carefully on her new, thinner legs and flatter paws, still not entirely used to the new gait of her feline anatomy, or her female anatomy, for that matter. Her body had a different sway to it, and without meaning to do so, she immediately caught the attention of Bradley's friend.

"The biggest party of the semester, of course," the canine replied. "My friend Bradley and I would be more than happy to have cute little kitten like you there with us."

"I didn't know that we were throwing a party tonight, Bradley ," she gave him a sharp glare, but was roused out of it when she noticed the Doberman offering her a paw in greeting. "I'm his...uhm...his friend, Selina. It's nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," he replied, and as she took his paw, he offered an impressive amount of restraint for the musculature that decorated his arms. "You can call me Zack...or whatever else you like in the heat of the moment. I won't judge."

"I...uh...e-excuse me?"

"That's right: Bradley didn't tell you about the party in the first place...of course he wouldn't have mentioned what a wild time it was gonna be," Zack explained. "Not that you'd have to work so hard to get me out of it in the first place, but I can just about promise this shirt is coming off once things heat up a little bit."

Selina's paw immediately fell from the canine's grasp. Her eyes widened with shock; she couldn't believe that a total stranger would be so forward with her, but she didn't have any idea how the transformation had changed her looks and softened her features...and though they were modest, the oversized tank top she wore allowed more of her breasts to peek through than she intended.

It was an easy way to garner a lot of unexpected attention, and though she caught herself undressing Zack with her eyes, to hear him say such a thing out in the open was more than bold.

He was brazen , and his grin made it hard to tell how much of it was playful bravado, and how much of it was serious.

"That, uh...yeah. That sounds interesting," she said, picking the wrong word. Nervous pawtips reached up and fussed with her headfur as she glanced the other direction; Bradley picked up on her bashfulness, but didn't both trying to interrupt.

Selina couldn't quite understand herself, and that made it impossible for Bradley to read if she was into Zack or not.

"Sorry if that was a little much," Zack apologized. "Just thinking out loud about my plans for the night...and every party is more fun when the clothes start coming off."

"Sure is," Selina rapidly answered and forced an awkward smile. "Guess I'll, uh...I'll be there! Cause I live there. Yeah."

She couldn't have ended things in a more awkward fashion, and her tail was tucked close to her thighs as she rushed past the Doberman, trying not to exude the fearful energy she felt...and utterly failing.

**

"So, you actually went to class today for once. Glad you're starting to take your academic career a bit more seriously, Bradley."

Mr. Werner was used to viewing the tiger as a young, somewhat arrogant man that meant well, despite being slightly aloof.

He wasn't at all used to seeing the tiger rub his paw over one arm and look nervously at the floor, like a guilty child that was preparing to be scolded.

"Oh, I...uh...I did that other thing you asked me to do, too. Y'know: talked to Samuel about joining the team."

"And how did that go?"

"See, here's the thing- and try not to be mad- I decided to drink that tree extract stuff you gave me first, and it, well...it did some _really_weird stuff to me."

"A reaction to the Sharinga tree extract?" the coach asked. For hearing about side effects and seeing how rattled Bradley was by the experience, Mr. Werner was completely calm, and only looked up from his desk to show the tiger that he was listening. "That's very odd, Bradley. What happened, exactly?"

"I got covered in some strange, black ooze," the tiger blurted out. He paused and waited for the coach to laugh at his tall tale, but when his coach just stared back at him with a prying look, he began rubbing his arm once more. "And Samuel got back to our place, and I...kinda _swallowed_him? It's hard to explain, but when all was said and done, the stuff came off of us, and...long story short, you can't recruit Samuel for the team anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because he's Selina now, and we don't know how to change her back."

For telling him about such a supernatural thing, Mr. Werner still wasn't giving the sort of terrified reaction that Bradley expected when he walked in the door. The weight that hung around his neck at confessing never properly lifted; it was such that he felt like he needed to be scrutinized for what he did.

"So you're expecting me to believe that you drank the extract, turned into some goop monster, swallowed my new recruit whole, and turned him into a girl?"

"Also a cheetah," Bradley remembered. "I left that part out."

"Well, that's one of the better things you could have turned her into," the coach admitted. "But I don't suppose that Samuel was a willing participant in any of this?"

"I didn't really give her a choice, no."

" That's a problem," Mr. Werner admitted. "But she's not showing any other side effects?"

"No, but it's only been a day, sir. There's no way we can be sure that she's gonna be okay...I feel like we probably should have taken her to a doctor already, but we don't even know what we'd tell them!"

"You'd tell them exactly what you told me, but the good news is that you won't need to," Mr. Werner explained. "If you give me a little time, I can use some of the extract that I've got left over to generate an antidote for the transformation...but I wouldn't want to administer it right away."

"Why not?"

"Selina has just been transformed, Bradley. That kind of experience is harrowing, and can take a heavy toll not just on the body, but the mind of a person. To change her back right away could be a risky move, and I can't advocate that kind of dangerous action."

"You were able to advocate me to change her in the first place, though."

"I didn't advocate that. I had no idea that would happen."

Bradley cocked a brow, and realized that he'd talked himself around in a circle. His coach never mentioned anything about possible side effects with the extract, and certainly nothing about it changing the people around him.

Accepting that answer as the truth, he gave a knowing nod. "So, can you make the antidote today and help me fix my mistake?"

"It'll take me a couple of days to prepare," Mr. Werner told him. "In the meantime, tell Selina to just try her best to adjust to the new body and relax. We'll get all of this sorted out."

That his coach was so calm and confident about being able to fix something that Bradley didn't even know was possible still struck him as odd, but priorities were never the tiger's strong suit.

There was a party to go get ready for, and time was wasting.

"Thanks for all the help, coach. Sorry about screwing up the whole recruiting process."

"Oh, don't worry about that!" Mr. Werner answered with a wide, plastic smile. "In fact, I still think you should have Selina come try out for the team next week, at Monday's practice. I think it would be good for her to see the support of a team behind her in this rather _tumultuous_situation."

Bradley would have tripped over the word, but he still nodded his agreement. "Really tough time for her, yeah. I'd better go back and apologize again," he mentioned. "See you next week, coach!"

Mr. Werner sent Bradley off with a wave and waited for him to make it all the way out of the locker room before he began tapping his desk with a single claw.

So there's been a slight shift in the plan, he thought. No big deal. We need as many warm bodies as we can get, male and female alike...

**

" How long?!"

"A few days; that's it! Seriously, he'll probably have it ready for you by Monday," Bradley lied, hoping that he could calm Selina down before people began arriving for the party. "It might even be done before the weekend is over!"

"You do realize that I'm losing my whole weekend to this, right? You can do whatever the hell you want, but I don't know what's gonna happen next, or if I'm gonna change again, or what!"

"You made it through my class today like it was a breeze!"

"That is not the point, Brad...the point is that I'm stuck in a body that I barely recognize or understand, with no clothes that fit properly or look good on me, and I have to skip all of my classes and practices until I figure it out! I can't even tell anyone who I really am!"

"So we'll just tell them you're my friend from out of town! I grew up with plenty of people that I don't hang out with anymore."

Selina groaned. "Such a flattering backstory for me, really."

"Selina, ju-

" No. You fucked up big time, Brad...you don't just get to sweet talk your way out of this one!" she told him, snarling through a series of fangs. She crossed her arms over her subtle bust and held him in her glare, wondering if he truly felt any guilt over what he'd done. "Enjoy your stupid party. I'll be in my room."

She didn't wait for him to reply. Her tail was completely flat to her backside as she stormed down the hall and slammed the door shut, and through the thin walls of a college apartment, Bradley could easily hear the sound of Selina throwing herself against the bed.

He sighed, but she didn't hear that remorseful sound...or the quiet click of the front door opening as guests began filing in.

"Can't believe Brad was so fucking stupid," she whispered into a pillow, hugging it over her face and trying not to scream into it. "And what kind of coach gives their players something so dangerous? Does he really think I'd wanna join the team after what happened to me?"

Selina didn't relish the idea in the least, right then...but she also didn't know how long she'd be stuck in the form she'd taken. She didn't have anyone else to turn to, and right then, Bradley and Mr. Werner were the only people who knew who she really was.

If he couldn't find a cure in a rapid fashion, she'd have no one else in her life to have contact with on the outside. She lived with Bradley, so that was hardly a choice, and she'd only ever met Mr. Werner a couple of times, but her introverted nature didn't have the same appeal to it when it felt like it was forced on her.

If I wanna lock myself in my room all day to play video games, that's one thing, she thought. If I have to do it because of what happened to me...

She perished the thought and tossed the pillow away; yelling at Bradley would feel a lot better than sitting in her room in the dark, and she knew it.

Throwing the door open, she was met with the feeling of bass rumbling through the fibers in the cheap carpet, and satisfying notes traveling through the air.

"Well, look who decided to finally join the party!"

Oh, shit. Not that guy...

"You mean the one that literally just started?" she asked, answering with as much sarcasm as she could manage on a whim.

Though she'd only just heard the music come on, the living room was already starting to overflow with the presence of tall, thick bodies as Bradley's friend continued to spill in the front door. Selina's nostrils were assault with an overabundance of cologne; she was aware from her own time as a man that covering up natural scents was a common strategy, but the utter lack of restraint was such that she almost plugged her nose before going for the fridge.

"Yes, that party," Zack answered, standing by the fridge and offering her a beer. She couldn't help noticing that it hadn't been opened, and quietly, she appreciated that fact: she'd had enough unexpected changes in her life recently. "Couldn't start until Bradley's special guest arrived, right?"

"We're just old friends from high school," Selina lied. She took the beer and twisted the cap, and only for a moment did she think about the repercussions of drinking alcohol when she didn't know how it might react with the tree extract. "You're giving me way too much credit right now."

"Maybe I just like to think the most of people until they give me reason to do otherwise," Zack suggested. "And our earlier meeting was hardly enough to consider a first impression."

"Fair," Selina admitted. She took a long, deep swig of the drink and took note of the tight, v-neck shirt that Zack was still wearing...had she been a little bolder, she would have made a comment on it. "But as far as first impressions go, you come on a little strong, if I'm being honest."

"Comes with the territory in what I do for a living," Zack claimed. "But I do appreciate the honesty...sometimes people like the aggressive approach."

Selina was already halfway through her first drink when she opened the fridge and grabbed out another pair of beers. "I guess if that's all you're interested in me for, I appreciate you being upfront about it," she replied.

"Never said that was all I wanted," Zack reminded her. "To be fair, I never told you what I wanted at all!"

"Like we both don't know what you're after," she called him on his bluff, but handed him a second drink all the same. "No offense, but you're every bit as transparent as you are assertive."

"None taken," he murmured. "If the most I get out of you is a free drink and a good chat, I'm not complaining."

Just when she thought she had him figured out, Zack threw a curveball that she couldn't quite read.

"Is...is sex that casual to you, or am I just not that big of a deal to you?"

"We literally just met earlier today," Zack pointed out. "No to be crude, but all you are to me right now is a cool chick at a party."

"The coolest ," Bradley intervened, as he threw an arm around Selina and clinked his bottle with hers. "I dunno who else is coming over tonight, but my roomie is definitely gonna be way more fun than any of 'em."

"Your roomie?"

"Yeah...Selina."

She cocked a brow at him, and Zack gave the same look. "I thought you said she was your friend from high school," the Doberman noted.

"Oh, u-uh...yeah! She's just staying here over the weekend, so she's an honorary roomie! That's it!"

Bradley was good enough at lying on the fly that Selina wasn't terribly worried about her secret, but she'd try to steer the conversation away from it anyway, if she was able.

Without knowing he was onto something, Zack stayed right on the trail.

"Uh huh. Speaking of roomies, where the hell is Samuel? He was supposed to be here for this one!"

Selina stuffed the bottle right back in her mouth and finished it, pretending her eyes weren't wide with concern. Bradley looked at her with confusion, but as he continued to drink, he settled into the lie enough to forget who he was hanging out with.

"He's out of town this weekend," the tiger lied through his teeth. "And I need another drink!"

Zack wrinkled his muzzle. "He literally said he'd be here the last time we talked..."

"Yeah, weird thing came up at home," Bradley continued fibbing as he reached in the fridge and grabbed another beer. "Dunno why he didn't mention it to you. Maybe he thought I would?"

"Weird," Zack muttered. He felt a moment of betrayal from his old friend, but he didn't know that he was staring right at her as his eyes carried back to Selina. "But if he's out of town..."

Bradley recognized the look in Zack's eyes and slipped back from the fridge without another word. As the tiger made his way into the living room and tapped his can against the side of solo cups, Zack ignored the drunken shenanigans in the other room and narrowed his glare on Selina.

"You were saying?" she asked, giving him a quizzical stare.

"Oh! O-oh, that," Zack stumbled over his words in a rare lack of clarity. His mind was already trickling into the streams of fantasy, but as he turned his eyes back to the reality, he could see a little trust building in Selina's gaze. "Well, I didn't get the impression that you were really a party kind of girl, and I've been to enough parties like this. I'd rather chill in a private room and hang out a little lower key."

Selina didn't see the same level of aggression in his gaze that she noticed before, but she heard something in his words that didn't quite fall in line with his spoken intentions.

Despite that, she felt her tail lifting near the base at his idea, and her ears perked forward for more.

"A little much emphasis on private, don't you think?" she asked, finally putting her finger on what stood out.

"Wasn't a mistake," Zack assured her. "You said it was good to be clear about my intentions, right?"

"And for once, you were a bit subtle," she said, inwardly impressed.

She didn't know if it was the slow burn of the alcohol, the continued side effects of the tree extract, or the fact that Zack was a nearly perfect physical specimen.

Maybe I can let loose and have a little fun? She wondered. I won't be in this body forever...and I might never get another chance to try this...

**

As Samuel, he'd been a quiet and reserved introvert, but the husky still knew what he wanted out of life, and out of a relationship. That said, the opportunity for one never came knocking on his door.

"G-Go on...do it..."

For Selina, the feeling of Zack's fingertips against her loose, baggy shorts was enthralling, and the sight of her pubic mound being revealed to his skillful touch was more than enough to leave a thin glisten of precum spilling from his emerging cock.

She couldn't believe that she'd given herself over to the Doberman so easily, but as much of her personality and interests remained from her old body, there was something more that needed to be sated in her current state; sucking off Bradley the night before was all the evidence she needed to believe that her lust was genuine.

"I'd ask if you're sure," Zack teased her, but his grip tightened on the loose fabric and yanked it down forcefully all the same. "But you've left me quite a naughty little trail of evidence, haven't you?"

In her new body, Selina knew nothing of what it meant to exercise restraint, or if that was even possible. The tiny strand of dripping moisture from her petals wasn't something she could have stopped, even if she was aware of the feeling; it took some getting used to, but there was an empowering and exciting thrill to her body giving a sign of lust that had to be discovered.

Some part of her knew she was helpless in Zack's skilled clutches, but that he was willing to go to such a length to undress her in the first place left her feeling like a goddess.

The press of the heel of his thumb at her clit was simply his first act of worship.

"C...Can't help it," Selina tripped over the words as she found them, unsure what most girls would say in the same situation. "Fuck, y-you're making it worse!"

"That's kinda the point, isn't it?"

The Doberman was so straightforward that Selina could only imagine he was going easy on her. Whatever flames of passion had been stoked by her transformation left her wishing that he'd take the training wheels off and show her what it meant to be ravaged, but she was too bashful to find the words.

The heavenly scent coming from the slow, easy trickle of her juices relayed the message for her, and only one pass of Zack's tongue was needed to collect every drop that she offered him.

"I mean, y-yeah...ooohfuck, t-that...that felt _really_good..."

"Still the point, Selina," he explained. His lips were cleaned with a brief flicker of the tongue, but a small hint of her liquid desire still graced his chin; she silently loved it. "Don't tell me no one's ever done that for you before?"

If she had the chance to plead with him about it, she would have stated her case and explained why she was so inexperienced.

Zack wasn't the type to move so slowly, however, and crawling over her body left a new warmth against her modest bosom. She'd never felt the weight of another being against her chest like that, and the full, powerful muscles he harbored were far more exciting to feel than they were to look at.

In a move that was timid for Zack and far out of line for Selina, the Doberman grabbed her wrists and pushed them down, past the back of her head. She gave a playful wiggle in return, but she could tell that a genuine effort wouldn't have made a difference.

She was helpless to do anything more than roll her hips up toward the nearing length of his cock.

" Hey!" she cried out at him, but she giggled as she felt her chest heave just slightly with the forceful move. She'd never experienced the subtle, yet pleasant tenderness of breasts like that, and with heightened arousal, just their own weight moving was enough to steal a laugh from her. "I've never had someone do that before, either..."

Zack only needed one glance between her legs to line up his shot: the continued stare was his own voyeurism in action as the tip of his tapering, canine length eased past the initial resistance of her soaking petals. "And what about this?" he asked, capturing her stare and watching the shifting, natural reactions in her expression as inch after inch of warm, pulsing flesh eased into her body.

He'd known plenty of tight female before, but there was no doubt in his mind that Selina was a virgin when he felt a familiar and natural resistance. Her arousal was helping, but he was quietly glad he hadn't gone for the harsh, diving thrust he'd originally planned.

Taking the cheetah up a slow, building hill left her gasping so sharply that people at the party could almost definitely hear her over the music, but even as it grew louder in the living room, Selina kept up with that frequency, until Zack was fully buried within her deflowered passage.

She couldn't help the piercing bite on his shoulder, or the muffled squeal that came with him easing back for another thrust. It was nearly the same as the first, with only a slight buck at the end so she could feel the hefty weight of his orbs slapping into her thighs.

Having seen her own petite, slender body, she had no idea where she was putting all of the canine's member, but she couldn't sneak a peek: she was certain that she'd scream glorious, bloody murder if she released her fangs from Zack's flesh.

The Doberman was grinning at that; he'd be sore in the moment, but she'd be the one feeling it later as he gave her the first real, pumping thrust she'd ever known.

"Ah...ahhhn! Z-Zack!" she cried, but even sinking her fangs back down, the damage had been done. Snickering partygoers listened through the wall as the bed began slamming against it; Zack was done taking it easy on her, just as she'd wanted.

Like a ragdoll, she was easily tossed back and pinned into the frame of the bed. Her body pushed up with lustful instinct, but she could only struggle to meet with Zack's growing pace, as his own canine senses took control of the moment.

Her smaller body was absolutely throttled as claws raked down her forearms, keeping them pinned to the bed behind her. Deep, powerful thrusts left her entire body trembling against the sheets, and a subtle trail of liquid desire left a puddle on the bed as the evening carried on, with Zack proving himself above the myth of rapidly finishing canines.

Selina could barely breathe, and she couldn't speak: she could gently push back against Zack and whimper against his flesh, but her body was utterly thrilled with the weight of the Doberman above, and the stronger, harder throbs she felt from the underside of his shaft.

"Keep squeezing," he growled. Selina didn't know how to, but on hearing his order, she did her best to focus on those inner muscles.

She thought it was about his orgasm, but she squealed against his shoulder as she tried to control her inner workings: she had no idea how sensitive she'd become at that moment, and seconds later, she lost control of that fluttering sensation within her womanhood.

Her passage graced his shaft with a fresh helping of silky warmth as he grinned and returned the favor, adding his own juices to the mix. Virile, canine cum splashed into her well-fucked tunnel and passed straight up into her womb, and in the blissful high of the moment, Selina didn't think about why she felt like she was drowning from the inside.

"G...Grab it..."

Zack's grunts only eased back when Selina reached down and squeezed his knot: if not for her previous life as Samuel, she never would have thought of that in the first place.

Her new body wasn't ready for something so wide and thick just yet, but she licked her lips, and then his wound at the idea of taking it the next time Zack came over...

**

Selina lost count of just how many times Zack drove her to orgasm the night before, but she was already taking stock of the things she'd need to replace when she went to the store next.

The sheets were ruined, beyond the stains: claws had ripped right through them and tattered them. The walls were scuffed from the shifting of the bed, and while her outfit didn't need to be replaced, it needed a thorough washing.

She had no idea Zack offered such volume with his yield...or that he could be so irresponsible.

"...Is...is that...?"

The Doberman was still asleep next to her when she looked at the soft glow of her alarm clock, illuminating the condom wrapper...without a single tear in the packaging.

"Oooh shit."