FSE

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( M/F, human, otter, intelligent feral, transformation, lactation, milking)

It was a few days ago. The furred beast looked out at the women from under the tree canopy. They were still living in the house, but they weren't doing well. And he knew that much of that was because of his theft of their supplies. He couldn't get the matriarch's look of despair out of his mind.

Why did they stay here? Why didn't they get out and return to the human territories?

The beast had asked the owner of the building why he hadn't scared the invaders away. But Groke loved their presence. Humans doing human things in his human house. Wonderfully authentic, he said.

The youngest human had broken a hole in the lake's icy surface and was trying to catch fish with a very thin, flexible tool. She looked gaunt and cold under those layers of human-made pelt.

She wasn't hunting in the right spot. The tool seemed very inefficient compared to just jumping in and grabbing the fish, though he assumed that would go very badly for humans. He had to fight the urge to stomp out and just go and catch a bunch of fish and shove them into her pink human paws.

Well, why should I fight the urge?

The beast left the forest canopy towards the lake. He shrank with each step, became streamlined, long and elegant. Unthreatening. He trotted across the lake's icy crust, ran up to the young lady and formally entered her life.

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Elena woke and saw that the meagre blue light peeking through the window shutters meant that it was time to get up. She groped around at the slumbering bodies sharing her bed and found a fuzzy back and long tail. She stroked it fondly and got a sleepy yet happy squeal in return.

“Eeeeee…. Eeeeeeehhhhmmm… mmmama? It's, err, me…"

Elena stopped stroking. The creature pulled her head out of the covers. It was Mila, more or less. Her eyes were a shining black. Soft brown fur covered her face and body, the same colour as her still human hair. Both she and her mother blushed, the redness peeking through the hairs on Mila's cheeks.

“Oh sorry," said Elena as she quickly removed her hand, “I thought you were… you're very… different. You have a tail?"

Mila ran a hand over her face and neck. She flicked her new tail experimentally, causing the bed sheets to twitch.

“I… do. Mama, I… I'm not afraid. I don't mind."

Elena nodded and motioned to her unchanged, human self. “I think that's why you're so far along. You should resist it, like me and your sister."

Natasha stirred and turned her head to look at the rest of the family. She now had otter whiskers too. She pulled her upper body out of the covers. Her nightgown was open at the front from where she and Alek had their fun time last night, and her breasts were on display - all four of them. Under her sizeable human boobs lay a slightly smaller second pair. Natasha looked down, flushed with embarrassment and buttoned her gown up.

“Well," said Elena, and for a second she looked… intrigued? She half emerged from the bed and picked up a metal pail that she had put by the bed the evening before.

“You know that odd idea I had last night?"

Mila let her jaw drop, revealing her discrete fangs. “Surely not…"

“We shouldn't waste it. Also milk is a _very_ important part of many recipes."

Elena undid her own nightie and coaxed her breasts out. She massaged herself firmly around the nipples. Her eyes rolled upwards and she twitched with pleasure as her areole and fingers became wet. Finally she started to stream milk into the bucket.

“Hhhhh… I felt myself filling up last night when me and Alek got all… cuddly."

Mila just nodded. Her mother liked to act as if she wasn't having sex with the otter just as much as her daughters were.

Elena squeezed her teats, in a strange, contented daze as she expressed her milk. She noticed she had a good deal more in her than when her children were infants, and it felt good to release it.

As she felt her supply finishing up a lump in the bedsheets crept up between her legs. It suddenly jabbed itself against her crotch, Elena felt a wet nose press directly against her labia and there was a heavy tug of air as its owner noisily sniffed at her. Elena squeaked with surprise and wriggled, pressing her legs against Alek's furry body. She reflexively squeezed her boobs and two thick, heavy splashes of milk landed in the bucket.

“You little devil!" scolded the mother, but she stroked his slick fur with a foot and resumed her milking. Her streams were even more plentiful now, she noticed. And as the otter's tongue flicked out and lapped at her moist, recently mated pussy, she continued to produce more.

“Hhhhfffff… mmmmmmm…" she murred contentedly as the creature groomed her, licking their musky shared fluids from her folds. Then he abruptly climbed her body, emerging from the sheets. Elena took a hand off her nipple and rubbed his sleek head. Alek looked up at his eldest mate and boldly licked the white droplets off her breast.

Finally Elena ran out of milk a second time. As Alek ran his tongue over her wet fingers she looked into the bucket and saw it was over a third full.

“That's… a lot," said Natasha. “Is that normal?"

“Not at all," replied her mother. “No-one produces anything like that much. And I don't feel any worse for losing all that fluid. I feel pretty good, actually."

She reached the pail out towards Natasha and shook it meaningfully.

“Could you… add to it? You look very… plentiful under there."

Natasha shook her head vigorously. “I'm not a cow! And I'm not drinking your milk!"

Elena grinned. “How long has it been since you drank milk? Or tasted cream? Or _butter_?"

Natasha shifted uneasily. She licked her lips, caught herself and stopped. She self-consciously put a hand over her many breasts under the nightie.

“I'll help," said Mila, shyly.

She clambered out of bed, revealing her naked form. Her shape was more elegant and streamlined. The soft brown fuzz completely covered her flesh. Her new tail reached down to her toes.

“Well, I guess we have two otter pets now," said Natasha teasingly. Mila blushed as she looked over herself. Elena ran a hand over Natasha's whiskers.

“Getting on for three. You'd best resist the changes or I'll be the only human left," she said.

She held the bucket firmly on her lap while Mila climbed over to her and let her petite set of four furry breasts dangle over it. She pinched at her nipples self-consciously, but soon churred with cosy pleasure as she coaxed out two little streams of rich milk.

“I'm, uhhh, drying up already mama," she said, and indeed her streams dwindled into little droplets. She frowned with disappointment.

“You need to have the right thoughts," said Elena. “Close your eyes."

Mila did so. Elena rubbed her daughter's fuzzy head and ran her hand down over her back. Mila, stimulated by the strange and intimate rubbing, raised from a kneel into a half squat and squeaked as her stream picked up a little. The pleasure was rather unseemly, but delicious.

“Now raise your bum and move your tail to the side."

Mila blushed fiercely. “Mama!"

Elena grinned. “Trust your mother."

Mila did as she was told. She raised her rump and swung her tail to the right. Her fuzzy privates went on show from behind.

Alek emerged from the covers and snuck up behind Mila. He wagged his tail playfully and got into a pounce. Elena and Natasha grinned as she watched him tense.

“You're in an ideal mating position for Alek, dear," said the mother approvingly. “He's about to mount you."

The part otter's blush deepened. Her tail flicked and her legs trembled.

“Are you okay with-“ began Mila, then the male pounced onto her back. Mila yelped.

“As you feel him going in, your breasts will fill with milk," said Elena softly. “Let it happen."

Her hands ran over the girl's neck and she and Natasha watched Alek slide his erect animal manhood into her pussy. Mila, submissive and the most intimate with Alek, tolerated his abrupt sundering with a grumpy “hmph" which rapidly became dopey-eyed pleasure.

“Nnnnnnnhhhh…" she managed. Her four breasts dripped into the bucket. The part otter girl tried to squeeze them but as her mate started to take her she fell forwards until Elena caught her by the shoulders.

“Steady yourself so you can be mated, Elena. Natasha, help me milk her."

Mila's hands dropped to the bed where she achored her body to receive her thrusts. Elena reached out and cupped her daughters breasts gently. Mila looked down startled, but she didn't protest. The otter caused his penis to grow within her vagina, stretching it deliciously.

“Ahhh, hhh, eeeeeeeehhhhh, hhhhh," panted Mila as she was sundered from behind. Her mother tugged at her upper and lower left teats, squirting two white streams into the bucket. Natasha squirmed awkwardly, then relented and closed in on her sister, grasped her other breasts and squeezed at them. Mila's teats gave up their milk easily. Natasha couldn't help but giggle at the bizarre situation they were in.

Mila grunted ferally. As Alek's thrusts heaved her body forward her face started to extend into a snout, while her nose reshaped into two dark padded nostrils.

“Hhhh, chhhnnnhhhh," she managed, looking down at her body as she started to shrink.

“It's okay, Elena. It's okay," said her mother, softly. She rubbed the girl's head with a wet, milky hand.

What happened to 'resist the changes'? thought Natasha, looking sharply at her mother.

Elena caught the look, guessed what she was thinking and shrugged. “She's going to go where's she's going to go. And she looks _adorable_!"

Mila let her concerns go and groaned with indulgent pleasure as her pussy was filled by her mate and her breasts were pumped by her family. As her body shrank the otter reached more over her back and the hands engulfed her breasts.

Finally the otter girl squeaked shrilly and shuddered, her breasts quivering in her family's grasp as she came. Natasha and Elena milked gushes from her teats as Alek trembled against her back and erupted deep into her body.

Mila and Alek churred noisily together, as the girl's climax was extended by the women squeezing more creamy liquid from her teats. Finally they stopped as the bucket overflowed.

Elena carefully lifted the warm pail up and placed it onto the bedside cabinet and smiled with satisfaction.

“You're very… ottery," said Natasha. Mila nodded. She was half her original size, though still twice as large as Alek. Her head was that of an otter, though with a rather humanlike post-coital smile. As she breathed through her nose she noticed the smell of her lovemaking was far more intense, and tinged with the scent of her sister and mother. She could tell when they had last mated with Alek, though their sleeping together never made that a secret anyway.

“Ehhh, eeeeeeeee. Ehhhhhhhnnnnnn…" said Mila. She tried to frame some words, failed and gave up with a helpless shrug. Then she grinned wickedly, pointed at the bucket then at Natasha's chest.

“Hey, no!" countered Natasha.

“It's your turn. Fair's fair," said Elena with a chuckle. “I cleaned a second bucket just in case."

Natasha backed up and snapped at them, exposing her pointed teeth. Mila could see by her eyes that she was messing with them and snapped back. The two got into a play fight on the bed. Alek, still deep inside Mila, was literally dragged in and took part in the wrestle joyously. Elena shielded the full bucket of milk from their flailing limbs.

Natasha, larger but outnumbered by the otters, clambered out of bed and ran out the door into the snowy, dimly lit landscape. She left a scent trail of arousal in the air.

“You're not getting my milk," the older daughter called out, “without a fight!"

“Arrrlllmmmaaa," said Mila, forgetting she couldn't talk through her snout.

“Hah, yes, you all have fun," said Elena. “Don't play too rough."

Alek and Mila scrambled out the door and chased the escapee, squealing like the raucous otters they were.