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Right from when he walked in the door, Simon knew there was something weird about that hotel. There was a consuming silence and there was no clerk at the front desk. Teri didn't seem to mind. The ornate lighting fixtures on the walls barely lit up the room. Most of the light came from the afternoon outside.

Teri and Simon walked up the narrow staircase. The stairwell spiraled up all the way through the old hotel's four floors. He didn't know anything about this Draug guy, all that he knew was that the guy needed some metal scrap delivered. A bag of metal was weighing down Simon's backpack but the young man could handle it.

"Who chooses to live in a place like this?" asked Simon.

Simon's backpack rumbled. A squirrel poked her head out from under the flap. She spoke, "Who would live here? Odd people that want to stay out of common eye." She paused, "Like our feline friend up in C-22."

"Do you think a cougar-man could just walk around the sidewalks, Simon?" said Teri.

"Cougar-man?" said Simon, "He's a cougar-man?"

Lysidia, the squirrel, dressed in garments fit for a regular-sized squirrel, crawled out of the backpack and up to Simon's shoulder. She spoke, "He's an animal person, like the one's you've been meeting."

Teri smirked, "Like that wolf that made you squeal like a little girl."

Teri was talking about a time a couple weeks earlier where Simon crossed paths with a wolf myumanoid, standing at over six feet. Simon was already intimidated by the wolf but as a joke the wolf growled in Simon's face, frightening him so bad that he shrieked at a high pitch. The wolf was only a shade of apologetic.

Simon frowned, "Why'd you have to bring that up?"

Teri chuckled and said nothing. They got to the third floor and walked down the hall. They passed by an open door and inside it looked like a congregation of duck-people were lounging around. Simon was curious but didn't want to stay in that place too long and didn't want to draw attention by gawking at a room of round-bottomed ducks.

They made it to C-22. Teri knocked. There was a rustling then the door opened. Out stepped a cougar-man, gruff-looking, over 6 feet and wearing plaid shirt and blue jeans. No shoes. Simon flinched at the sight of the fearsome feline creature whereas Teri wasn't surprised at the tall cat person at all. It was him, Draug.

"You brought the metal?" said Draug.

"Uh," said Simon, "y-yeah."

Simon took off his backpack with Lysidia hopping over the strap as Simon looped it off his shoulder. He put it on the ground and opened it up to bring the shapely sack of scrap metal out. Simon raised it to Draug and Draug snatched it with his big beclawed hand.

"Thanks," said Draug, "now I can continue my projects."

Simon took a peek into Draug's room. It didn't look anything unusual for a hotel room. He asked, "What kind of projects?"

"Demon projects." Draug's answer was vague but Simon didn't want to push further. The cougar-man didn't seem to have a lot of patience.

Teri took to Draug's side, "I think Simon here is scared of you, Draug."

"N-no..." said Simon.

Lysidia giggled and patted Simon's shoulder, "Simon here is still getting used to seeing myumanoids. You'll forgive him, won't you Draug?"

Draug grunted, "Sure."

Teri slid past Draug, rubbing her side again Draug's as she went into the hotel room. She turned around and said, "I'm going to hang out with Draug for awhile. I will see you later."

The others said their byes.

As the door closed, Draug planted a hand on Teri's butt. Simon was surprised and a little grossed out but despite being touched by an animal man, Teri didn't seem to mind. Before the door shut, Simon could see Teri smirking at Draug.

As Simon walked away with Lysidia still riding his shoulder, Simon asked, "What's their deal?"

"What do you mean?" said Lysidia.

"Why was Teri all touchy-feely with Draug?" said Simon.

Lysidia chuckled, "Simon... don't tell me I have to explain romantic attraction."

Simon grimaced, "Romantic... attraction?"

Lysidia grinned with her big squirrely incisor out, "They're sexually intimate!"

"But that's bestiality!" said Simon, "Teri's a myuman and Draug's an animal!"

"Myuman's are animals too," said Lysidia, "You myumans evolved from monkeys and cats. Now our cougar friend back there didn't get as evolved as he did without the help of magic but there's probably a smaller difference between you and him then there is between a raccoon and a deer and I've seen those two go at it on the Discovery Channel!"

Simon stuck out his tongue, "Ugh! It's... weird, though!"

Lysidia smiled, "I'm sure if you met all the denizens of this strange hotel, you'd find an animal girl that you'd want to bed with." She chuckled and laid down, posing seductively, "Maybe you'd want to have your way with me, Simon."

Simon scowled, "That's disgusting, Lysidia!"

Lysidia hid her offense and kept quiet. Simon and Lysidia left the strange motel.

Riding along in his backpack, Lysidia was able to hitch a ride with Simon and get dropped off at the local park for a bath. Simon continued on to his friend's house on Snakebite Lane. It was a big whitewall house. The front door was unlocked as usual and he let himself in.

The spacious downstairs was completely vacant. No one was in the kitchen nor living room nor backroom. Simon could hear something rustling upstairs so he took off his shoes and headed up. Many doors were closed, but at the end of the hall, one was open. As he got close, the rustling sound got clearer.

"Debra?" said Simon, "Are you here?"

"I'm in here, Simon!" said Debra.

Simon turned the corner into the room. Debra, the sexy young lady, was sitting on the edge of the bed. She wore a white shoulderless shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Barefoot. Debra was ready and Simon knew it by looking at her, with her crossing her legs and giving him a look.

Simon closed the door.

They got naked and got to fucking. First off, Debra spread her legs out on the bed. Simon drilled her until a splatter of fluids dripped down onto the sheets. Second go, Debra got on the floor and presented to Simon. Simon got on top of her and they began rutting doggie-style. It was like it was the only position they needed. One orgasm after another, they were fucking like dogs!

As Simon lost his body into the lust, his mind was preoccupied with Teri's behavior. How could she sleep with a monster? It was against nature. But then Simon wondered if maybe he was going to end up like that. Was he going to find animals attractive now? He thought back to when Lysidia was posing seductively. Would that become hot for him in the future?

Simon and Debra took a break to drink some water, then it was back to mating like a couple of horned up chimps. They grunted and growled. Their inner animals were released: clawing into the floor and not caring about anything but the carnal pleasure of the flesh.

After they were done with their fuck session, they cleaned up and put their clothes back on. Simon said his byes and then went back out into the late afternoon.

Simon picked Lysidia up and was immediately invited to dinner at a stranger's house for dinner. Food that he didn't have to pay for? Sounded good! Lysidia took him to an unfamiliar part of town where the houses were higher-end and some roads were gated off. Simon felt out-of-place but Lysidia couldn't care about myumanity's silly idea of 'classes'.

One of the estates looked like nothing but a bunch of gardens. It was fenced off but when Simon approached the gate, it opened without prompt. Simon could almost feel a ghost watching him as he walked through.

The estate was very hilly and lots of trees and plants but was illuminated up with several strings of small lights. Simon walked up the path and Lysidia came out of his backpack.

"You're gonna love, Krystal," said Lysidia, "She's a great cook."

Simon could smell something cooking, something spicy and fruity.

When the two reached the top of the hill, there was an outdoor table set with a couple plates and a casserole in the center. There was a counter with some cups and a pitcher of red juice on it. There was a stone column with a over door on the front. Through the glass window in front of it, a fire was still burning inside. Off to the side of the hill's dirt plaza, there was a small shack with a door on it. No windows.

"Krystal?" said Lysidia, "Are you here?"

Out from behind the shack emerged a creature. She was a myumanoid fox with blue fur wearing a black low-cut tank-top and a pair of close-fitting grey jeans. Barefoot. She grinned and walked up to the myuman and his shoulder squirrel, "Hi yous! Glad you could make it!"

With Krystal up close, Simon got a better look at her and noticed many things, some very problematic. She had a big fluffy tail coming out the back of her, that wasn't the upsetting part. What made Simon feel weird was the cleavage coming out of the fox. Her big bosom was... mesmerizing.

With the fox-lady posing such traditional beauty, Simon couldn't help but notice her shapely hips and he could only barely fight off the urge to peek out behind her to see the contours of her ass.

"H-hello," said Simon.

Lysidia giggled, "Don't be scared of her, Simon."

Krystal giggled, "I don't bite."

"Krystal was it?" said Simon.

"That's what they call me," said Krystal as she walked over to the table, "My real name is hard to pronounce in myuman tongue, so everyone started calling me Krystal because I looked like a video game character."

Everyone sat down on the table. With their myumanoid forms, Krystal and Simon pulled up a chair while Lysidia sat on the table itself and had a smaller plate that was still too big for her portion.

Krystal and Lysidia chatted while Simon was focused on Krystal's beauty. He didn't like the idea of being attracted to a fox-lady but he couldn't help his curiosity. Her breasts were so big, bigger than most myuman girls. He wondered what her vagina looked like.

Sensing that Simon was lusting over the fox-girl, Lysidia gave the excuse that she had to see a friend nearby and got out of there. No specifics, but before it could dawn on Simon how awkward it would be to be alone with Krystal, Lysidia was gone.

Simon was quiet. He focused on eating his dinner. The casserole was pretty good, actually. A fox may have cooked it but it could have been made in any myuman restaurant.

"So..." Krystal broke the silence, "I heard you've been hanging around a lot of fantasy creatures. How has that been?"

Simon kept his eyes down on his food, "It's interesting. It's weird. I'm scared and uncomfortable all the time."

"You'll get used to it," said Krystal.

"Will I?" Simon looked up, "Is this ever going to go away."

Krystal chuckled and held back her offense, "No, we're not going away. I know it can be weird but," under the table Krystal rubbed a foot on Simon leg, "there are some advantages to having a hand in this strange world of ours."

As Krystal rubbed her foot on Simon's leg, a feeling of lust came over him. But he couldn't have that! Simon jerked his leg away and dropped his back down to his food. Even with his eyes low, at the top of his vision he could see Krystal's bosom, her furry cleavage sticking out of her shirt. It was so tempting to gaze at.

He looked around, "How can you live out here? Won't people see you?"

"There's a barrier up around the perimeter," said Krystal, "it obscures my form so people don't see a five-foot fox-lady walking around and get calling the cops!"

The conversation drifted off. Krystal was at a loss on what to do to get Simon's attention before she remember her collection of plants by the house. There was a series of shelves by the shack with lots of planters and pots. Krystal got up and beckoned Simon to go check it out.

It wasn't something he was interested in but maybe focusing on something intelligently would help ward off the temptation to scope the sexy animal. Simon walked up and looked at all the flowers and bushes on the shelves. At first glance they didn't seem anything special but then he noticed the strange curly leaves on one plant and the surreal shape of the fruit on another. They were unlike anything he had seen before!

"What are these...?" asked Simon.

"These plants aren't your garden variety plants," said Krystal. But then she stopped and looked around at her garden, "But I guess they are!" She giggled, "They have magical properties, most of them." She held up a spade like plants with sharp, barbed petals, "Except this. This is weed."

Simon chuckled, "What do they do?"

Krystal took a clawed hand to a yellow plant with a multi-colored fruit, like gnarly bell peppers. She said, "This will turn just about anyone in a tiny rabbit," She giggled, "I had a good time a year ago with a bus of school children!" She brushed her fingers over a bush of tall yellow grass with thin purple vein patterns, "These will make you see through walls", she pointed at an innocuous brushel of green leafy vegitation, "That will make you breathe fire" and then she waved a hand over a plant that had tall red stalks, "Grind this up and brew some tea with it and it'll make you speak dog for hours!"

Simon chuckled, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Dogs have more interesting thoughts than myumans," said Krystal, leaning closer to Simon with an alluring look in her eyes. Simon moved back, feeling uncomfortable with Krystal in his space. Krystal giggled wistfully, "Are you scared of me?"

"Yeah..." said Simon, "I can't help it."

"Maybe you should spend some time with me," said Krystal, "I can be very friendly." She leaned closer towards Simon and as Simon looked at her seductive eyes, her gentle maw, and her round and big breasts. He couldn't deny it, her body was so tempting. It was unfair how beautiful she was.

"It's not that I don't think you're friendly," Simon said with his words weighed down with a heaviness in his chest, "It's that I don't know if I should be around any animal people."

Krystal was getting cross with Simon. He was being insulting and Krystal dug her toe claws into the dirt. She swallowed her anger and said, "I'm real Simon. Touch me."

Simon, with a shaky hand, reached out to touch Krystal. He took some fingers to her side, caressing her black shirt, but underneath it he could feel the fur on her body and the warmth of her stomach. He brought his eyes up to hers and stared deep into her loving gaze. Her nose wiggled and her ears twitched and Simon remembered he was touching an animal.

Simon snapped away, "Uh..." he couldn't think of anything to say but outrage was in his voice.

Krystal stammered, "Ok, ok, forget about the plants and," she gestured at herself, "everything. Your food is getting cold. Have a sit down and eat."

With his head sunk low, Simon returned to his seat and continued his food. It was good very aromatic flavors, and maybe that was what Simon should have concentrated on.

Frustrated with Simon's hesitation, Krystal decided that he'd need some 'assistance' to get him to embrace his inner animal. She looked over her plants and thought if there was some concoction she could whip up but nothing came to mind, nothing that wouldn't take at least a few hours anyway.

She then remembered something. She slipped inside her shack for a moment, closing the door behind her. The dirty windows ensured that very little light got inside the small barren room. There was little inside except for a few empty shelves. And there was a phone with a cord that when down the wall into the dirt floor.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number: PAW-PAW-LEAF-RUMP-FANG. The phone had a ringing tone and then a voice answered, "Hello?"

"Jeorge?" said Krystal, "It's me, Krystal. Do you still have that cursed locket that you picked up a few years ago?"

"That cursed thing?" said Jeorge, "It's a forbidden artifact! The council would never allow me to keep such a dangerous trinket!"

Krystal chuckled, "So you still have it?"

A chuckle came over the phone, "I sleep beside it every night."

"Does it still work?"

Jeorge chuckled again, "If the fun time I had with a police officer a couple weeks ago is anything to go by, yes."

Krystal smiled, "Great. Could you bring it over? I've got a friend that needs to get in touch with his inner monkey!"

Jeorge voice got gutteral, "Sounds wonderful. I'll be over in a couple of minutes."

The phone clicked and Krystal hung it up with a smile. He peered outside the door's crack and saw Simon quietly eating his dinner. The fun was going to arrive.

Krystal joined Simon and continued the rest of her own dinner. There was the temptation to flirt once again but Krystal stifled it so she wouldn't risk making the nervous myuman uncomfortable and prompting him to leave. She idly chatted about what she liked to cook and entertained Simon's unenthusiastic responses.

Before long, there was a stir in the garden. Between a bed of flowers was a muskrat, looking up at Simon and Krystal with bespectacled eyes. The creature wore a sand coat over a red silk vest and a pair of satin pants. No shoes, of course. Jeorge wouldn't _dare_wear footwear; what he called 'the myuman's shame'.

With a carrier bag hung over his shoulder, he approached the door dinner-eaters. As he got close, Krystal could hear him with her powerful vulpine ears. She knew it was him just by the sound made when his rodent feet touched the dirt below.

Krystal turned to him, spotted him in the plants and smiled, "Hello, Jeorge."

Jeorge said nothing. He approached a chair and hopped up onto it and then the table where Lysidia had her unfinished plate. The table shook when Jeorge threw his weight out the surface.

Simon dropped his fork, "Uhhh..."

Jeorge casually opened his bag and brought out a circular locket that fit pretty big in his hands. It looked like the necklace had been ripped off, leaving the locket case alone. He turned to Krystal and pointed at Simon, "This him?" Krystal nodded.

Simon scowled, "Do you have to-"

Jeorge clicked open the locket and Simon was staring into two circles of black and white immiscible liquid. The liquid danced like in a lava lamp. To non-myumans it looked cool and nothing else, but for myumans like Simon it was like looking into the edge of the universe. In an instant his expression changed from stern and annoyed to peaceful and dumb. His eyes glazed over and he let his tongue hang out. His back relaxed.

Simon's mind had been regressed. "Hur hur..." he grunted.

Jeorge clicked the locket closed, "There we are. Your myuman friend here has been atavized."

"Urk!" said Simon as he looked around the garden with unintelligent eyes.

Krystal grinned, "Now let's see if he can resist me!" she chuckled and faced Jeorge, "How long will he be like this?"

"A couple hours," said Jeorge as he put the locket back into his bag.

Krystal rested her head in her hand. She gazed at the stupidifed Simon lovingly. In his dumbed down state their was a quiet charm about him. Their was an animal energy about him. Simon's smiled a drooly smiled and grunted happily. Jeorge patted Simon's hand, "I see you're enjoying the primal side..."

Krystal chuckled, "No worse than me whenever the moon is full."

Simon rose from his chair and walked towards something in the distance, idly. Krystal and Jeorge paid him no mind. All of Simon's inhibitions were gone but it seemed like primal Simon was too fascinated by everything to be attracted to Krystal. She'd had to encourage him so she got up and pulled off her top. Her round breasts bounced out. She reached out behind and unbuckled the strap so her bra fell off and let out her big bosom.

Lysidia could see what was going on from afar. She had returned to see if Simon had gotten over his disgust and got freaky with Krystal and was happy to see Krystal in the process of undressing, but as Lysidia scurried closer she saw Simon scampering on the dirt like a zombie and knew something was up.

She looked up on the table. It was Jeorge, and Lysidia knew some funny business was going on. She ran up to the grove, "What's going on here, Krystal?"

"Simon was being difficult so we glamored him with a mind-stealing locket," Krystal explained, absolutely not uncomfortable with flashing her tits out for Lysidia.

Lysidia looked over at Simon on the ground. He had gotten his socks and shoes off and was gnawing at his bare foot.

"Oh great," said Lysidia, "he's been dumbed down! He hates this kind of thing!"

Jeorge walked up to Simon sitting on the ground and patted an edge of his jeans, "Hey, Simon boy. Do you hate being in this primalistic state?"

Simon looked at Jeorge and ooked.

Jeorge chuckled, "I think he likes it."

Lysidia crossed her arms, "You won't see how traumatized he'll be later!"

Simon got up and shambled towards a tree. He hopped up and tried hugging it, only to slide down and hit his bottom. Krystal, Jeorge and even Lysidia chuckled as it was endearing. Simon tried again and grabbed a sturdy branch and hung around for a moment.

Lysidia chuckled, "On the other hand, he really takes to being a primate!"

Simon hoisted himself up the branch, and then climbed another branch. He made his way up the tree with a kind of prowess no friend of his had ever seen before. It was entertaining to watch for Krystal and the others but then he got real high and they got worried.

Then he jumped from one tree to another. He clinged to branches and made his way away from the plaza and out towards the edges of the garden where houses were just past the fence. Krystal and the other watched as Simon hopped closer and closer to a big white house at the edge of the garden.

Krystal shouted, "Oh shit!"

The others raced towards Simon. Lysidia scurried up the trees after him while Krystal picked up Jeorge and followed Simon underneath. Krystal and Jeorge watched as Simon jumped from a branch into the open window of that house. Krystal bit her fingers in nervousness while Jeorge hopped out of Krystals arms and jumped through the fence. There was a window open down the wall and he rushed to it.

Krystal clapped her hands together and a light came over her. Her form shrunk down to the ground and when the light faded, Krystal was a feral-shaped fox although wearing the pants she was still wearing while she was myumanoid. She slipped through the fence (now outside the barrier) and followed Jeorge to the open window.

Simon had entered the house into a back storage room. The feral myuman sniffed around and looked around curiously at the shelves of linens. Jan, the middle-aged wife with shoulder length hair wearing a red jacket over a white blouse and denim capris, heard a commotion in the back room and marched down to check it out.

She wasn't expecting a young barefoot myuman to be squatted down in her backroom, that's for sure! She shrieked and slammed the door although it hadn't been a functioning door for years and cracked against the doorframe that was too small for it to actually close. With a lack of a bolt, it wouldn't have held very well.

She thought of holding the door shut but she knew she wasn't a strong woman. She called for her husband, "Saaaaalll!"

Sal was talking with their maid Gloria downstairs. The two heard Jan calling and went upstairs. Just then, Jeorge and Krystal came in through the window. Krystal concentrated and grew back up into her myumanoid barechested form. She followed the myuman's upstairs forgetting to pick up Jeorge.

Sal and Gloria ran up beside Jan. Sal asked, "What's going on, Jan?"

"A kid hopped in the window," said Jan, "I think he's coked out!"

Lysidia hopped into the backroom where Simon was jolting around, unsure what to do in the enclosed space. He pushed a box of art supplies on the ground and then tore the casing off of a bench. He grunted.

Lysidia had no idea what to do. She looked out the window and didn't think trying to lure Simon out would be a good idea. She then thought of the mystical plants that Krystal had growing in their garden. She hopped back out the window and onto the tree, hoping that she would be able to get something, _anything_to solve the problem before Simon would get himself in to big trouble.

She raced across the branch and dart down into the garden, practically diving off of the branch towards the ground. She landed with a loud thud. It hurt her feet a little bit but she ignored that and looked around. She didn't know what everything did but she recognized the short curly plants with the small brown nuts. It was nightherb, a kind of nut that could be boiled to make a tea that put people to sleep. Lysidia took a few nuts off of the vine, gulped deeply, then stuck them in her mouth. She scurried back up to the treetops.

Krystal crept up the staircase to where Sal and Gloria ran but once she realized that Simon was behind the closed door, couldn't think of anything to do. She took cover behind a cabinet and watched onward. Jeorge was struggling up the stairs. Krystal looked back, "Uh... what do we do?"

"I don't know!" said Jeorge.

"Whoever you are," said Sal, "Get out of this house!" He pressed up against the door, Gloria joining him.

Jan backed away from the door, "I'm going to call the police. Where's the phone?"

The police. That would just complicate things further. Jeorge looked at his carrier bag and felt the weight of the locket. He knew what he had to do. He opened the bag and took out the locket.

While the myumans were panicking and trying to hold the door shut, Jeorge shouted, "Attention, people!"

Everyone turned back to look out Jeorge and before any of them could question why their was a muskrat in their house, Jeorge, with a smug smile, clicked open the locket. Every myuman in that hallway saw it. Their bodies dropped into a slouch, their faces relaxed, and their eyes went dull.

"Ooork?" said Jan.

Krystal came out of hiding and walked up beside Jeorge toplessly, "You... dumbed them all?"

Jeorge smirked, proud of his work, "Yes, I did."

Sal and Gloria dropped to the ground, unsure of their surroundings. What was that weird enclosure they had found themselves in? They ooked at each other. Sal looked over the shapely myuman female. The spring afternoon smelt so good and it was a perfect time for mating.

Sal crawled over to Gloria and glimbed on her. With his face close to her's, they began sloppy makeouts, grunting and grooting between each slimy lipsmack.

With no one holding the door, Simon pushed it open just by walking through on all fours. He panted and drooled on the floor and walked out into the hallway, curious about the place and his fellow myumans. He looked at Jan. She was sitting against the wall, relaxing and not motivated to do much with her regressed myuman brain. She looked at Simon though and felt the need to breed.

Lysidia hopped into the backroom where Simon came out of and looked through the door to see a bunch myumans crawling around on the floor with idiotic looks on their faces and she knew exactly what happened. She spat out the nuts onto the floor and screamed, "Jeorge, what did you do!?"

Jeorge came from down the hall, casually strolling past the stupid myumans and grinned up at Lysidia, "I did what I had to do."

Krystal came walking up behind Jeorge, trying not to get kicked by flailing legs as Gloria started taking off her pants. Simon nuzzled into Jan's neck, and kissed her breasts even though they were still inside her blouse.

Lysidia took a hand to her forehead in frustration, "Gods, what are we going to do?" She looked at the nuts lying on the floor, covered in Lysidia's saliva. She pointed at them, "We need to brew a tea out of those nuts in there. Krystal, pick them up and bring them downstairs."

Krystal walked in and picked them up one by one, holding them in her hand. She chuckled, "Why are these all slimy? Did you keep them in your vagina?"

Lysidia scowled, "No, I kept them in my cheeks." She let out her tongue and wiped her hands on it, "I hope they won't have an effect on me."

Krystal ignored it. She closed the window and walked out the door and down the hall, still very topless- her furry blue boobs out for everyone to see. Down the stairs and to the left was the kitchen. She called up to Lysidia, "What am I supposed to do with them Lysidia?"

Lysidia was preoccupied with looking over the four myumans. They were getting_so_physical and she didn't want them to get hurt. She couldn't do much in her small size and didn't have the ability to grow myumanoid like Krystal. Jeorge chuckled, "Go help Krystal. I'll watch over them."

Lysidia gave Jeorge an unconvinced look but went downstairs to assist Krystal making the sleepy tea.

Jeorge was ignored by the pairs of mating myumans but they didn't mind when he climbed onto them and helped them unbuckle belts and unzip pants. Whether that was helping them or harming them was up to one's own interpretation.

Sal mounted Gloria. Oh how the myuman wanted to do the female for so long, but societal ideas like fidelity kept the man from pouncing on the idea. Those ideas didn't follow him into atavism, though. He saw the female Gloria, the female he wanted to mate with, and he took the plunge. They thrusted into each other, grunting aggressively.

Jan had the same idea as her husband, or rather the same lack of idea. She could no longer understand the concept of marriage and wanted the penis of Simon, a stranger but a very attractive one. Simon, with his erect dick hanging out of his pants, leaned up against the wall and tugged Jan to climb aboard. Jan pulled her pants as down as she could get them without utilizing any (nonexistent) thinking skills on how to get them off and lifted herself up onto Simon's lap, coming down on his hard cock with an audible shlick. Simon grabbed around Jan and started to thrust.

Downstairs Lysidia had Krystal start boiling some water on the stove. The kitchen and living room were connected so Lysidia was scurrying around the large living room closing all the blinds so that no one could look into the house and see a topless fox-lady boiling water. She went to the front door and locked it.

"It's boiling," said Krystal, "Do I put the nuts in now?"

Lysidia called from the windowsill by the door, "Don't you know? They're your plants!"

"I don't know everything about everything I grow, Lysidia," said Krystal.

"Put the nuts in now," said Lysidia. She closed the last blind around the room and hopped down onto the floor. She ran up to the stove, "They're supposed to make a red color. We boil it for a couple minutes, let it cool, then give it to the people upstairs. It should knock them out long enough for the mind zap to ware off."

Krystal picked up the nuts from the counter and dropped them in. Some of the water splashed but she shaked it off her hand before the heat harmed her. Grunts and sounds of sexual ecstasy came from upstairs. Krystal rubbed one of her feet against the other. She bit her lip, "How long is this going to take?"

Lysidia hopped up Krystal's pant legs and jumped up to the counter. She climbed to the top of a large cookie tin to see into the boiling pot. It didn't look like it was changing color yet. She looked up at Krystal, "Go upstairs and help Jeorge corral the myumans into a room to look them in." She sank and sighed, "And by that I mean, he probably won't help anything and you'll have to do it alone."

Krystal breastily went upstairs to witness Sal finish cumming into Gloria and for Simon to splooge up into Jan. The urked and ooked like beasts, shifting and jostling around and their orgasmic pleasures climaxed. Jeorge was sitting up a stool in the corner, watching contently with his legs crossed.

Krystal looked to the side and saw into what was obviously the master bedroom. She opened the door and looked around for some way to motivate them to get inside the master bedroom.

They had just finished mating and would be ready to explore around the house. Krystal had to act fast. She zipped back downstairs and looked around the counters. She saw some brownies lying on the edge of the counter by the microwave, went past Lysidia watching the pot and grabbed the pan. She raced back up and held the pan up in the hall, "Are you guys hungry?"

The four myuman brutes looked up and saw the brownies. They didn't know exactly what it was but they knew it was tasty and began approaching Krystal. Krystal backed into the master bedroom with all four of them following, sniffing at the mysterious food. She walked over articles of clothing on the floor and placed the brownies on the floor. When Krystal walked past four myumans crawling on the floor without drawing attention, she knew they were transfixed by the dessert. She snuck out and quietly shut the door.

In the hallway the myumans had left some clothes behind. Jan's coat and pants were on the floor, as well as Simon's pants and underwear. Krystal walked up and looked at them. Jeorge shook his head, "And you wanted to sleep with that myuman?"

Krystal grinned at Jeorge, "Still do."

Lysidia noticed the boiling water changing color. It looks like the nuts were going to produce some tea after all! She switched off the stove and the boiling settled down. Now they had to wait for awhile.

Krystal came downstairs with Jeorge on her shoulder. She walked up to the stove and Jeorge hopped off to the counter. He looked at the steaming tea, "How are we going to to serve it to the ignorant masses?"

She looked at the pot the tea was brewing in. It was too tall for a drinking dish. She looked at the ground at the utensils scattered about. There was a shorter pot that was similar to a doggy bowl. She picked it up and put it on a counter, "This will do. Now all we have to do is wait for it to cool, right?"

"Yeah," said Lysidia.

Krystal began taking her pants off, sliding pants and underwear down off of her tail. A vagina covered with soft white fur was revealed and if Simon thought Krystal's round ass was great with pants on, he should have seen it bare!

Lysidia slapped her head, "Oh gods..."

"I still got to fuck Simon!" said Krystal.

Completely bareass and with her big breasts bouncing in the air, she ran up the stairs to the master bedroom. She opened the door softly and peeked in. Simon was fucking Gloria doggy style while Sal was leaned against the bed eat a brownie by shoving it in his mouth. Jan was in the corner, relaxing.

Simon was busy so Krystal turned her attention to the dorky dad myuman laying by the bed. She walked up with her big breast jutting out and Sal took notice, getting erect just by looking at the strange creature. It couldn't have been a myuman's regular idea of a sexually attractive body good for mating but it had a lot of elements!

Krystal kneeled down and descended on Sal's cock. He clumsily grabbed at her but didn't harm her. He leaned forward into her breasts as they copulated. He grabbed her ass. She let herself drool on his head. He wouldn't have given a fuck, the dumb ape! He came inside her and she got up to let him recover.

By the time she was done with Sal, Simon was recuperated from fucking Gloria. Krystal waked up to him and when he looked up at her he couldn't resist. No inhibitions about fucking animals, he wanted to fuck Krystal. Krystal got down on her hands and knees and presented to Simon and Simon was on her like icing.

Krystal let him fuck her three times. She watched as the dumb Simon grunted and growled and enjoyed her furry body so much. She knew deep down he wanted her.

After Krystal was done with her sexual conquest, she went back outside to check on the tea. It was cooled and ready to serve. She put her pants back on and poured the tea into a smaller dish. She brought it up to the room and didn't draw attention to herself, which worked against her since no one seemed up to drink her tea. It took bringing up to their face but one after another the myumans took a sip of it and after a few seconds, they got drowsy and laid down.

With everyone out like a light, it was time to clean up the place. Krystal organized the hallways while Lysidia went back over to the garden with Jeorge's carrier bag to pick up some of the vegetables that turn people into rabbits. Jeorge stayed behind to taunt the myumans. he said to Gloria, "You are nothing more than a monkey, myuman. Never forget that."

After that it was Krystal's duty to put them in some clothes again, replacing anything that was damaged. She didn't have the energy to hoist the myumans around so she stuck Gloria in the backroom to seem like she passed out while folding laundry. Sal and Jan were placed up against the bed, Krystal didn't have the strength to hoist them up.

When Lysidia got back, they turned Simon on his back and cracked open one of the peppers squished it down and put it in his mouth, small piece by small piece so he wouldn't choke. His form began to wave and bend until he poofed right down into a rabbit, with his clothes reshaped for his new body. Krystal picked him up and went downstairs.

Lysidia and Jeorge peeked out the window to see if anyone was looking and then gave Krystal the go-ahead. She hoisted out the window, carrying little Simon out the window with her. She moved up to the fence and passed Simon through then shrunk down to her feral size and slipped on through as well, safe behind the barrier.

She took Simon up to the plaza and put him down on the table. She picked up her shirt and fanned out the dust before putting it on.

"All that work just because you want to mate with a myuman," said Jeorge.

"You're right," said Krystal, "Lesson learned. Next time when I dumb him down I'll keep him on a leash!"