The Mink Coat
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The Mink Coat
By William W. Kelso
Amalyssa P. Coburn was fourth generation Boston Blue Blood, and knew for a fact she was better then just about anyone else. She had been bred to be that way, and relished the power and influence her family's great wealth gave her. That she never had; and never would, work a day in her life meant nothing so far as she was concerned. People of her 'breeding' did NOT have jobs, the very idea! They existed only to spend money, not demean themselves by working for it. That was for the peasants, the unwashed masses, the peons.
Daddy had dropped dead of a heart attack at the age of 48, and dear Mumsy had gone off her rocker and was in a nice rest home now; the kind with padded walls, and her loving daughter visited her regularly once a year on Christmas, not that her mother knew who she was anymore. And her dear lamented husband had gone on a safari in Africa and disappeared without a trace, supposedly eaten by a crocodile or something with lots of fangs. But she didn't mind too much, they had all left her filthy rich, and Bernard had been something of a boor. He had been more interested in blowing away helpless little animals with heavy artillery then accompanying her on the social circuit. No children, which Amalyssa had made sure of. She did not want any snotty little brats infringing on her life style, and she most certainly did not want to ruin her perfect hourglass figure.
She had all the vices of the very rich, but her one true addiction was furs. She had three large climate controlled closets full of fur coats, stoles, and every other kind of fur wearing apparel one could imagine, and some that were one of a kind. Even her slippers were made of fur. She seldom wore the same one more then once a month, but did have a few favorites. The full length coat made from rare White Siberian Minks was the crown of her collection, and had cost her a six digit figure, but to her cost was of no concern. If she wanted it, she got it, period. She loved to wear it in the nude, the feel of the soft silky fur against her skin making her hornier then Hell. Her collection of fine jewelry was also worth more then the annual domestic income of some small countries. And just because she was a widow didn't mean she wasn't interested in men, she still was, but not the marrying kind. With her kind of money she could afford the services of the best 'pretty boys', and as soon as she got tired of one; or sometimes two, she could always afford another one; or two,or..... Her private sex life would have shocked the level of society in which she moved; or come to think of it, maybe not.
She had been invited to attend the opening of a new Broadway hit, and had her chauffeur get the 'grand limousine' ready. It had been left to her by her husband, and she only used it on 'special occasions', such as when she wanted to impressive the Hell out everybody. Where he got it she had no idea. For the same reason she decided to wear her prize White Mink coat, after dithering over it for several hours. She gave the same serious consideration as to what she was going to wear to dinner that the leader of one country might give before deciding whether or not to invade another country. It was largely what she lived for.
The huge stretch limousine had solid black tinted windows; at least in the passenger compartment, and was luxurious to the nth degree. Despite its size it was designed for a maximum of four passengers at the most, it was NOT a minivan. The leather upholstered seats resembled easy chairs more then regular automobile seats, and it had a control panel that looked like it belonged on a spaceship. The partially automated wet bar could fix seven different kinds of drinks with the press of a button, and the seats could be reconfigured to fold flat if one desired a nap...or other activities. It was a one-of-a-kind special order vehicle, and was also armored and bullet-proof, and got about four miles to the gallon, downhill. Some people might consider it a little extravagant to take to a play, but not her.
At the appointed time, and not a second later, the limo pulled up in front of her mansion and the chauffer hopped out and opened the door for her, touching his fingers to the brim of his traditional chauffeur's hat as she slipped into the car, then shut the door gently. NO slamming! The chauffer's name was Ricardo, but despite his Latin sounding name he was as pure white as she was. She did NOT employ 'minorities'. It was the best job he'd even had, even if he though his employer was a first class bitch. Still, for what he made he could endure some groveling and scrapping. 'Yes Mrs. Coburn, No Mrs. Coburn, Right away, Mrs. Coburn!' ad nauseam. If she ever found out he was a good Jewish boy he'd probably have to find another job.
The bane of her social life was the ASPCA and other 'Animal Rights' groups, and they never left her alone. She just couldn't understand their problem, so what if she wore dead animal skins? They'd die anyway, so at least they were serving a purpose. While some other people and socialites had stopped wearing furs; at least in public, she refused to be cowed. If you had them, what was the point of not wearing them? Wasn't her fault if they had no fashion sense. They belonged to what she called the 'blue jeans' crowd anyway. And as usual as they pulled up to the theater a few scruffy looking protesters were shuffling around yelling gibberish at their betters. As she swept from the limo and made her grand entrance the yelping cretins got a little louder, but she just ignored them as the camera's flashed and other people of importance put on smiles as false as hers as they greeted her.
The play was a great success, the applause long and loud, and she was as bored as usual. She hated plays and opera, watching some fat Italians yell at one another struck her as about the most useless waste of time possible. She was there solely for the social benefits, and absolutely loved it as people drooled over her 'fabulous' mink coat and jewelry. She was in her element, born and bred for it. When she was leaving was when the trouble started. As she made her way through the after show crowd a grungy sloppily dressed creature appeared from nowhere and doused her with a bucket of something sticky and red, and she knew without a doubt it was blood. It soaked her lovely mink coat, and got all over everything else as well. As everyone stood in shock the assailant vanished back into the crowed, and was long gone by the time the authorities arrived.
After all the condolences and expressions of outrage were over she slipped into the limo in a really rotten mood, which was understandable considering the situation. Her instructions to Ricardo were short and to the point, "Home, Ricardo!" Then she raised the window between the driver and passenger compartments. It was one way for complete privacy, as well a soundproof, but an intercom allowed the passenger to communicate with the driver.
As they drove Amalyssa fumed in steaming fury. She would have to sue the theater for their security letting that...that little white trash slut get close enough to assault her. She wasn't so upset that she'd been doused, but her treasured coat was probably ruined. There was no way they could clean all the blood off of it, not in a million years. She was almost in tears, it was ruined! Fuck her Italian designer dress, the coat was all that mattered. AND the stain probably wouldn't come out of the leather car seat either. What a crappy end to a lovely evening!
The first time she realized something unusual was happening was when the blood began to be absorbed by the coat. It had been soaked and dripping, and her rump was sticking to the seat, but the red stained coat slowly began to return to its original pristine white color. At first; while baffled, she was quite happy about that development as soon the coat looked just as fine as ever. It was when the coat began to squirm and tighten around her that she began to panic a little.
As it began to shrink and tighten she felt a tingling warm sensation began to sink into her body even as her skin began to itch horribly. She tried to key the intercom, but was shocked to see the sleeves had grown over her hands so they were covered in a thick soft layer of fur, and she wasn't able to push the small recessed button, and soon the hem of the coat had grown together between her legs, and flowed down, and over, her feet, her leather shoes slipping off. And as the fur grew over her face she finally began to scream, but no one could hear her. The passenger compartment was designed from complete privacy, it was soundproof, and the chauffer could only see, or hear, the passenger if they wished it. He could not even activate the intercom from his side. With the window up and intercom off she was effectively isolated and on her own.
No trace of blood remained on the large furry cocoon like object squirming on the back seat, or on the seats themselves. Slowly the fur coat tightened until the perfect outline of a nude female body could be seen, where the clothes had gone, who knows? The face was perfectly detailed as well, the mouth opened in muffled screams.
Amalyssa struggled helplessly as the fur grew tighter and tighter, so tight that it dug into her vagina in a rather pleasurable way, but her terror overwhelmed any sensations of pleasure or arousal. The burning warmth continued to seep into her body, the itching unbearable, and suddenly exploded with a power that made her buck and give a shrill muffled scream of agony, and then her body began to go numb and she realized she was loosing the feeling in her legs, and then her arms.
As her appendages became numb and unresponsive they suddenly began to writhe and squirm, bending in impossible directions before breaking off into two furry tubes each. The eight tubes fell away from her body, wriggling like furry worms, and then suddenly they began to stretch and reform themselves as protrusions began to push out. The initially shapeless nubs quickly took the shape of legs and a tail, and the thickest one became a head, and a short time later eyes opened as muzzles finished forming. The new minks opened their mouths and squeaked and chattered in confusion, not knowing where they were. They had faint memories of cages, bright lights, and pain, but now were suddenly somewhere else. With excited squeaks they began to explore their new surroundings, yipping and nipping playfully at one another.
The fur covered armless and legless torso that was bucking and squirming on the seat slowly began to quiet down as Amalyssa lost feeling in her hips and torso, but retained it in her head and at least part of her chest. The outline of her nice tight ass and slit of her vagina blurred and disappeared, and her full firm breasts sank into the now featureless lump of white fur that slowly became completely still, a final faint moan coming from it. It remained motionless for a few minutes, then suddenly convulsed and split into five more furry worms. Four of them quickly morphed into four new minks, who joined their fellows with eager squeaks and chitters, but the fifth worm took longer to take on its new form.
Amalyssa had no idea what was happening as her body was reduced to the bodies of nine reborn minks. The horrible burning and itching finally began to recede, and she wriggled helplessly, trying to feel her arms and legs, but there was nothing, she was aware, but didn't seem to HAVE any arms or legs! Suddenly the furry worm convulsed, and followed the others as arms and legs pushed out. She felt her face push against the furry covering, and it molded itself over her, and suddenly she could see again! The feeling of arms and legs quickly returned as well, and dazed, she sat up and stared around. The last part of her transformation caused her to give a squeak of surprise, and pleasure, as a burning wetness blossomed at the base of her...tail??? She looked around in growing confusion, and then disbelief. Everything had gotten so big! And she soon realized something was very wrong with her body, for one thing she was staring down a white fur covered muzzle! Lowering her head she realized the rest of her body was covered with luxurious white fur as well; including a long fluffy tail, though the fur on her belly was a little thinner and didn't quite hide pink skin; as well as several pairs of...nipples! With a louder squeak she stood up on her stubby hind legs and tried to reach the intercom button, but it was too far away! She tried to talk, to say something, but could only squeal and squeal, and horrified she ran her paws over her muzzle. OMG, I'm a rat or something, she thought in disbelief.
Squatting she let her front legs; and they WERE legs, not arms, dangle, and looked over her shoulder at her fluffy tail that seemed to have a mind of its own as it whipped back and forth. And she also became aware she wasn't alone, and found herself staring at eight small furry faces that were regarding her intently, wet black noses twitching. The eight males had finally become aware of the only female in their midst, a very...receptive female.
The fight for mating rights was fairly short, the largest and oldest of the males establishing his dominance very quickly. The tangle of squeaking hissing furry bodies soon sorted itself out after the pecking order was established, and the alpha male moved to claim his prize. A most uncooperative prize. But he liked a strong feisty female.
As soon as the males stopped fighting she knew what was in store for her, her nose could scent their own arousal in response to her heat, and she knew she WAS in heat because some part of her WANTED the services of a male, needed it. But NOT the human part, and with a loud shriek she climbed up to the top of one of the rear seats and tried to fight them off, but it was a forgone conclusion; they wouldn't take 'NO' for an answer. So far as they were concerned it certainly wasn't rape. She was a female in heat; they were male, end of story.
She gave a final shrill squeal of rage and despair as the first males weight settled onto her back, and as he expertly pushed her wildly flailing tail out of the way he gave a squeal of pleasure as he mounted her. Oh yeah, that's the spot! He thought, and lunging into her he began to fuck her with rapid thrusts of his furry hindquarters as he pinned her and held onto her with his front legs. She some initial bucking and frenzied squealing she stopped struggling, and became quite cooperative.
Oh, ohhhh God, that feels...good! She thought, squealing in pleasure as the male serviced her, it was much more intense; as much a need as a desire, as the male's penis slid in and out of her tight quivering sex. It was the best sex she'd ever had! His first time didn't take long, and as he climaxed the hot spurts of his cum triggered her own orgasm, and they both gave shrill squeals of ecstasy. But he wasn't through yet, and took his time satisfying his need. Some time later she was almost disappointed as he came a final time, and then dismounted with a satisfied squeak.
She turned around a little shakily, and found seven other males eying her intently, and as another one approached her she turned and lifted her tail for him, knowing resistance was futile. As his weight settled on her back she gave a loud bark of pleasure as he mounted her, and as he fucked her she realized in a daze of pleasure that their were six more after him, and it was a two hour drive to her mansion. I, she realized, am about the get the fuck fucked out of me! And as another orgasm quickly built she realized she was looking forward to it.
As Ricardo drove up the drive he was glad the long boring drive was over. And as soon as he'd dropped off Her Royal Highness Queen Bitch he still had to wash and clean the car. He'd be up half the damn night, and he'd never get that blood out of the seats. As he opened the back door his only response was "JESUS CHRIST!" as a small horde of small furry animals came pouring out, snaking around; and between, his legs before disappearing into the thick hedge bordering the drive. When there was no sign of Mrs. Coburn, except for her shoes, he panicked and called the police. His claim that a large pack of 'white furry creatures' had devoured his employer without a trace was not believed, but without any proof of foul play the authorities had to let him go. No trace was ever found of the wealthy socialite, and her relatives spent years quarreling over her estate.
Amalyssa tried to stay in the car as her 'mates' exited, but they were having none of that. They drove her along with them with well placed nips to her rear and flanks, and helplessly she followed them into the night. They weren't done with her yet, not by a long shot. And despite the fact she was already very pregnant that wouldn't stop them.
As she lay in the nice warm burrow, six kits suckling at her teats, Amalyssa had to admit that her mates did take good care of her and her babies. She always got first choice of a kill and never went hungry, and their warm bodies kept her very comfortable even in the lowest temperatures. She didn't know it was normal for a female mink to give birth every six weeks, but didn't really care. Since she'd just dropped another litter she knew she would be in heat again sson, and was looking forward to another week or two of nonstop sexual ecstasy as her mates took turns servicing her. She no longer had any thoughts of trying to escape; she knew they wouldn't allow that, but as she nuzzled one of her kits; and it squealed in delight as she licked it, she realized she didn't care.
On a footnote, naturalists and Park Service authorities were puzzled, but delighted, by the appearance of rare White Minks in more wild and isolated parts of the state, and the population seemed to be growing quite fast.
The End
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