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By Von Krieger

Angie sighed; there wasn't anything new on TV. Daytime dramas on the broadcast networks, the endless repetition of whatever drunken Hollywood starlet screwed up today on the news channels, interior decorating and pseudo-scientific nonsense on the supposed educational channels, and the usual uninteresting drek on the other 40 or so cable TV channels.

There was probably a nature documentary on Animal Planet or National Geographic, but if Angie wanted to see exotic and wild animals she could just walk down the hall and step out into the zoo's big cat exhibits.

What she really wanted was more information on the quarantine, or the infectious disease behind it. What was weird is that they never went into the symptoms, just mentioning that the effects were fast acting and dramatic. You'd know them if you got them.

Something had gotten in the water supply somehow, and it had also managed to bypass the filtration system. So the entire city was either boiling their water, or drinking the bottled stuff. The zoo had its own water purification system, so the animals were probably safe. Angie checked on her assigned beasties every few hours, and they seemed quite happy and content.

Angie and a dozen other coworkers had been assigned to essentially camp out in the zoo and take care of the animals until the quarantine was lifted and they could get all the staff back in working full time.

Aside from feeding and cage cleaning times, it was pretty dull and boring. Angie had brought in her Playstation and a bunch of DVD's, but she didn't feel like watching much of anything at the moment.

She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she had been feeling more than a little horny all day. She put it up to a rare sense of total freedom in her workplace, to be able to strip naked and play with one's self in an area that would otherwise be occupied by hundreds of zoo patrons during the day. As everyone was spread out over the park, each currently living out of an office or a staff break-room, odds were that no one would see her.

All in all things were pretty quiet, and the overtime pay was incredible, so Angie wasn't complaining. She looked up at the clock, she'd be an hour early, but she didn't think Shadow would care. The panther, veteran of a circus show that went bankrupt, was one of the zoo's star attractions. He was quite friendly, though one could never say a wild animal was tame, and rather enjoyed performing his tricks three times a day for a crowd.

Angie was a trainee handler for the panther and even on days when he wasn't to perform, Shadow needed to be in contact with a human for two hours every day. It wasn't out of fear of him becoming dissocialized, but rather because he seemed to get lonely and mope if someone didn't come and play with him every day.

The trainer slipped her shoes on and pulled on her scrub top over her sports bra, and buttoned her scrub jacket over it. With no one in management setting foot in the park for awhile, she could wear whatever she wanted. She wore medical scrubs whenever she was assigned to be outside of public view anyway. She hated the uniforms they had to wear, mostly because the company didn't make a shirt that fit her properly. The jump between the two sizes resulted in either scandalously tight or unprofessionally baggy, so Angie had to hike her pants up to grandparent levels in order to prevent several inches of back and belly from being exposed every time she moved.

She turned off the TV and made her way to Shadow's enclosure. There was a strange scent on the air, different from the usual odor of the cat house, Angie couldn't quite place it. She gritted her teeth and shifted her walking stance a little bit. Her sex was puffy, red, and sensitive to the touch. She'd abandoned her panties hour ago as the mere act of walking with constraining cotton pressed up against her nethers had her gasping for breath and instinctively groping herself.

She supposed it could be the symptoms of whatever they were worried about, but a case of annoyingly intense, long lasting arousal wasn't something that was overly dramatic or as near instantaneous as the news said the sickness would be. Drinking the water was right out, they said, but showering was okay. Which Angie had done, likely to excess as the zoo's showers didn't get as hot as she liked.

Angie stepped into the narrow walkway that gave the staff access to the back rooms behind the enclosures, where the animals could go and rest if they wanted to be away from noisy patrons.

The trainer shivered as the scent hit her. It was like that she had smelled on the air in the cat house, but a great deal stronger. Her sex throbbed with desire as she inhaled. Angie gasped softly and reluctantly ceased her hands' movement towards breasts and crotch. She took a deep breath, which only infused her with the erotic scent once again.

"H-here, Shadow!" she called through clenched teeth.

The panther slinked in from the public portion of his enclosure. Angie's eyes widened at the sight of him. The big black cat seemed... different somehow; bigger, more muscular, a shift in proportions in places. He looked at her and seemed to smile, his amber eyes almost hypnotic. He seemed to almost radiate masculine desire.

Angie moaned softly as the wetness of arousal leaked from her sex. She found herself dropping to her knees, her legs feeling weak and wobbly. Shadow flopped down on his mat and lifted his rear leg, exposing his member.

His trainer had seen his arousal before, and it was far different than she remembered. It was bigger, longer, thicker, and more human-like in proportion. Her mouth began to water at the sight of the glistening shaft, which dripped precum.

The big cat began to lick himself; apparently it was what he had been doing before Angie arrived. The human felt her tongue slip out from between her lips, mimicking every stroke of the panther's tongue.

She had never felt like this before, greatly attracted to the feline before her. She wanted to feel his soft fur on her naked skin, feel his barbed member inside of her, but most of all she felt the desire to please the beast, to pleasure and entertain him.

Angie wanted to go to him, to take his feline cock into her mouth, or her pussy if Shadow would let her. But her body refused to move, she seemed rooted in place, immobile. She let out a pleading little moan, the sight of the panther pleasuring himself the most erotic and intense sight she had ever seen.

She bucked her hips gently, her netherlips rubbing against the crotch of her scrubs. She felt her breaths grow quick and shallow until she was almost hyperventilating, so filled with lust was she.

The trainer cried out as she climaxed; the crotch and thighs of her lime pants gone emerald with the moisture. Just kneeling and watching Shadow lick himself had given her the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Angie was not, however, alone in climax. A large, white, pearlescent puddle had formed a few inches away from the dark furred feline. Shadow looked to Angie, then to the puddle. He drew his tongue slowly across his lips, and then looked back to the puddle again, and to Angie.

The trainer found herself going to all fours, no longer immobile. She was drooling, saliva trailing down her chin. "Y-yes, master," she found herself saying, "I will do as you say."

It was weird, kind of creepy, and most definitely illegal in the state, but it was the most intense feeling of attraction and arousal that Angie had ever felt in her life, and it wasn't like anyone was going to find out about it.

She crawled to the puddle of seed, lowering her head her tongue extending slowly towards the white, sticky mess. In a sudden moment of lucidity, Angie wondered what the hell she was doing, but at that moment her tongue touched Shadow's cum and all thoughts of anything except licking the floor clean of her master's sweet seed left her mind.

Angie's mouth and tongue began to tingle and she licked, the sensation spreading down her throat and into her belly, and from there out into her entire body. She moaned loudly, almost a feline yowl, as she completed her task, a pleasured thrill running through her body.

Her fingertips felt strange, as did her ears and face. She didn't notice her blue painted nails vanish, the skin growing over them, only for small slits to appear on the tips a few moments later, retractable blue claws slipping from them for a moment. Nor did she notice her ears becoming smooth and triangular, shifting to a position higher on her head.

She did notice, however, as her tongue became long and rough, her canine teeth elongating into fangs. She ran her tongue over them, exploring the points. But her confusion faded into purring bliss as Shadow nuzzled her neck.

The trainer gasped softly as the sensation, soft fur meeting bare skin. He lapped at her face a few times, purring with delight as it took one a more feline shape, pushing forward into a slight muzzle.

The cat pressed against her, his tail trailing across her cheek as he circled behind her. Shadow placed a foot on the transforming human's lower back, bringing a clawtip between her legs, slicing a hole in the sodden fabric.

Angie reached for the waistband of her pants, trying to pull them off. She ceased as Shadow growled his apparent displeasure. She instinctively lowered her head and ears, looking ashamed for drawing his ire.

The trainer whimpered with need as the cat mounted her, his paws one her shoulders, his member slipping through the opening in her pants and pressing up against her slick, needful sex.

"Please, Master," Angie begged, "Please fill me."

A part of Angie that existed below the lust filled sex-kitten persona that she had taken on was puzzled. She felt so very different, and all she had done was lick up the panther's cum. She was faintly aware that she seemed to be transforming into a feline, and that Shadow seemed to have some sort of control over her. She didn't understand what was going on, but since she was most definitely having the time of her life, she felt no need to stop.

The matter was decided for her anyway as Shadow entered her with agonizing slowness. Any resistance that Angie had would have melted away at the heavenly sensation of Shadow's barbs scraping lightly over the sensitive flesh of her love tunnel.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...." she panted with every exhalation, her delight increasing with every inch the feline slipped into her.

In heat; like a cat in heat, that was the sensation she had been feeling all day. And like a horny she-cat, she was being filled by an eager male. But it wasn't just instinctive coupling. Shadow had desires for her beyond simple mating. He had been forced into the subservient role for so long, Angie supposed it was only natural for him to dominate and control her, as she had once controlled him.

He had made her crawl on all fours, to lap up his seed like a submissive animal, and now he was mating her while she remained fully clothed. He didn't want her naked, for that would make them equal as beasts. He wanted her to remain in her role as a human, but with him as her trainer. She couldn't help but submit to his will.

Angie blushed; her master had taken away a possible refuge. By keeping her clothes on, she was constantly reminded that she was a human, and not an animal. She was a human woman who was forced to submit and obey a wild beast. It was so humiliating, and so wonderfully arousing.

Shadow bit down on her neck, gripping her gently with his sharp teeth, fucking her like the animal that he was. Angie could only let out a decidedly un-feline muted squeak as the presence of sharp teeth on her skin was enough to push her over the edge. Shadow, however, held back, instead of climaxing only picking up his pace, pounding into her, his spines pulling at her insides in pained pleasure; punishment for his pet daring to climax before her master.

The human felt her master's weight shift on her back. He seemed to be growing larger, heavier. Clumsy paws lengthened and widened, rudimentary hands gripping her shoulders, claws pricking through fabric to poke the skin beneath. Shadow's member swelled inside of her, growing longer, thicker. His broad chest also seemed to be pushing against her back harder.

The panther growled, biting down harder on Angie's neck, breaking the skin ever so slightly. He dug his claws in and thrust hard into his human pet. Angie screamed as pain and pleasure mingled and his seed filled her.

Warmth flowed across her skin, transforming it from a light tan to a deep black, her coloration mimicking that of her master. Angie smiled as she felt a pressure at the base of her spine, a short, naked tail slithering outward; an incomplete gift with a promise for more. Her scalp tingled, her hair lengthening from the short, zoo regulation length to a three foot long mane of mixed black, blue, and purple. Master wanted her to look like a proper human female, not a semi-masculine tomboy.

Shadow roughly withdrew from her, the enhanced girth of his member and the back-facing spines tearing the hole in Angie's scrubs wider. The panther chuffed and circled around Angie, admiring the alterations to her form. Apparently pleased her rewarded her with a nuzzle to the neck, his tongue lapping at the shallow wounds of his own creation.

"Thank you, Master." Angie said softly, bringing her arms up and hugging the panther's neck, "You make me feel so wonderful."

For the first time that day Angie felt sexually sated. She still felt a little randy, but she wasn't going to stimulate herself to annoyance simply by walking while clothed below the waist.

Shadow growled softly and Angie released the hug. Her gaze followed the panther. Apparently her sexual fluids triggered changes within him as his own had done for her. All four of Shadow's legs were longer, mass shifting away from the body. His forepaws were larger, the digits far more flexible that feline toes. Shadow was becoming more humanoid.

The ex-trainer felt her shame rise as she followed her master's gaze to the collar and leash that hung on a hook near the door. The items he wore when he was lead out into the park to perform his tricks.

"I understand, Master." Angie said with a small smile. She picked up the collar with her clawed fingers, fastening it around her neck. She clipped the leash to it with practiced ease and knelt, offering the loop to Shadow.

The panther took it in his mouth and lead her to the door, which Angie opened. He led her out into the patron hall, walking her right down the middle. The human pet sobbed softly as she felt feline eyes looking over her form. She could smell the cats' interest in her, and she knew that her master was more than willing to satisfy their desires; allow her to satisfy their desires. She was to be a fucktoy for all the felines that she had once taken care of.

She had attended to their day to day needs since she had started at the zoo, and from now on she would be in charge of fulfilling their sexual desires. She was horrified by the prospect, but her discomfort only made her loins long for it that much more.

Angie opened her eyes and looked from side to side. The other cats had begun to transform much like Shadow had, becoming more humanoid. As she was lead to the last cage her eyes widened. Hera and Juno, twin lionesses that had always been kept together, stared at her from within their enclosure. That wasn't what had stunned Angie.

What had shocked her was how humanoid they were. Apparently they had discovered their ability to transform others, and with some mutual pleasuring had managed to bring each other along into a more humanoid form.

The two stood from their crouches, and Angie gasped at the sight. Each was over seven feet in height, tawny furred bodies well muscled. Six heavy breasts adorned their chests and bellies. Though more humanoid in shape than Shadow, the lioness' hands remained large, clumsy paws. The very sight of them drew out Angie's heat once again, each step for her blissful agony.

Her mouth had begun to water again, as she had seen a strange sight. Between the lionesses' legs had been unmistakably male genitals. Eighteen inch long cocks, shaped like a merger between human and feline member, but lacking the spines.

Shadow turned and walked Angie back up the hallway, allowing all the cats a second look at their new playtoy. Once again the human opened the door for her master, the two of them once again in the staff access hall.

She was not at all surprised at their destination; the very last enclosure. Her hand hesitated for a moment before gripping the door handle. She could try to escape. She looked down at Shadow, his four legged gait would put a nix on that. And if this was the effect that was being mentioned on the news, there body count was a lie. Those transformed by the disease were likely being rounded up and shipped off somewhere, the whole thing covered up as a pandemic of the flu.

Angie turned the knob, better to be a pet that a lab rat. And truth be told, it wasn't all that bad. Shadow only hurt her a little bit, and even then she had liked it. The cats weren't going to hurt her, just give her more sex than she'd ever had before. That wasn't too terrible a fate.

She lowered her head as she was lead inside, Shadow handing the leash to Hera, the slightly darker color of her fur the only difference between the two. Shadow curled up in the corner, apparently content to watch.

The twin lionesses admired Angie for a moment, running their paws over her black skin and through her multicolored hair. Juno stepped in behind her, gripping Angie's breasts as best she could with her paws. She grumbled softly and slid her paws beneath the human-cat's shirt, claws making short work of her sports bra.

One paw on her belly and the other on her breast, Juno lifted Angie off the ground. Hera guiding her sister's member into the opening torn in Angie's pants. Once accomplished the lionesses let gravity take over, slowly lowering the human onto the massive member.

Angie clenched her eyes shut tight; she had never in her life taken something so large before. Much to her surprise her sex spread easily to accept the massive length and girth. It filled her so deliciously. She gasped and leaned back into against Juno's furred breasts.

Hera rumbled softly and slipped a claw between the two halves of her scrub jacket, running it slowly downward, popping off all the buttons. Angie understood what was wanted of her and she slipped out of it and removed her top, before replacing the jacket. Still clothed, but giving access to everything she had to offer.

Hera gave Angie a light rub behind the ear. Angie recognized the motion; it was one of the positive reinforcements that they used for training the big cats, a scratch behind the ear and a treat.

Juno's paw left Angie's breast and joined the other at her waist. Hera gripped Angie's shoulders as best she could and pulled her downward. At a right angle to the standing lionesses, Angie knew exactly what was coming; she wrapped her legs around Juno's waist for better grip and opened her mouth wide for the treat.

Though the lioness' cock seemed to fill her mouth and throat beyond normal capacity, Angie felt no pain or discomfort. She didn't gag, she didn't find it hard to breath, she found her positioning wonderful.

She could smell Hera's arousal, and that was all she needed to make any reservations fade. She licked and sucked as best she could. The taste of Hera's cock was delicious, Angie knew that she would need no coaxing to pleasure her masters with her mouth; such service was its own reward.

Thrilled with a human plaything, both lionesses were quick to release. Angie's eager little sex-kitten body coaxed every last drop from them that it could. The pet wondered faintly how far she was to transform, if she would be fucked until she could no longer walk upright, but rather on four clumsy paws. She wondered if her masters would become humans and she a beast. The mere prospect was enough to set off her own climax, moments after Hera and Juno flooded both ends.

She felt the lionesses change before she did. Their bestial paws transforming, digits lengthening, thumbs appearing, able to properly grip Angie's belly and shoulders. It wasn't the climactic fluids, but rather the climax itself that seemed to trigger changes, carried by the secretions of the body.

Angie purred as she began to grow, her body taking on more leonine proportions. Her lithe body quickly became covered with powerful muscle, lean and strong, that of a swift huntress. She adored the gifts each coupling bestowed upon her, bringing her that much closer to the perfection of form that her wonderful, beautiful masters and mistresses were so far ahead of her in becoming.

Her tiny breasts swelled, becoming the proud symbols of the female gender that Hera and Juno had, not the tiny A-cups that had contributed to Angie's tomboyish looks. And just like her mistresses, Angie soon had six of them, the tips the same bright blue that streaked her hair and colored her claws.

The pet's tail grew, lengthening and thickening into a proper cat's tail, not the tiny imitation she had. Just a little longer than her legs, the length of it bare black skin until the tip, where a soft tuft of purple and black fur appeared.

Tears of happiness leaked from Angie's eyes as she felt a stirring in her groin. The lionesses had given her so many gifts already, and now she was about to receive the most wonderful of all.

The weight of her new balls was wonderful, it felt so natural fulfill an emptiness that Angie had never known existed. Her new cock strained in its fabric prison. Angie reached between her legs, widening the slit in her scrubs with a sharp claw, granting her member the freedom it required to properly please her mistresses.

Angie whimpered as Juno and Hera withdrew from her and set Angie on her own two feet. Human feet. Angie wanted to change that so badly, to banish her smooth skin and have it replaced by soft, luxurious fur. She looked to her master pleadingly, and the panther nodded.

The pet bowed her thanks and removed her leash, placing it on the ground at her master's feet. She was off her leash and allowed to go where she wanted, but she was to remain a good and faithful pet.

She smiled and entered the next enclosure down, the home of a young snow leopardess. The poor girl was huddled up in the corner, frightened, not understanding the new sensations and thoughts that filled her head.

The leopard relaxed with Angie's approach, her sexual, feline scent calming. "Please relax, Mistress," Angie purred, nuzzling the leopard's neck, "I'll make you feel so much better."

Her cock traced over soft fur, and eager, wet folds before slipping inside; gentle, tender, slow, not the frantic copulation that the leopard instinctively expected. She sighed happily as her pet caressed and stroked her fur. Such a wonderful pet she had.

-o-

David gasped for air, out of breath. He had no idea what was going on. He'd thrown some fish to the polar bears and penguins, and had been headed to a staff restroom to take care of a little personal problem, and then he'd seen it.

Seven feet tall, maybe three hundred pounds; black, blue, and purple fur, a mix of spots and stripes, charging at him on all fours, dressed in the largest size uniform shirt the park had, which still clung to her six huge breasts with a near seam-tearing tightness. A leopard print skirt from the gift shop and...

He shuddered, a two foot long, bright blue, precum dripping catcock. Why did the thought of it make him so damn horny? He turned and peeked around the corner, hoping that he'd lost the mutant she-cat. He didn't see her. She was gone.

He sighed with relief and turned, running right into a pair of breasts barely constrained by kelly green fabric. Her strange, erotic scent sapped all the strength from him. The feline smiled down at him, her fluffy tail rubbing against him, the tufted tip tickling his face.

"Caught ya!" Angie said playfully, hugging the human tightly, her cock pressing against David's belly.

"Hunting is so much fun." She purred, placing a hand on the human's head, pushing him down on level with her member. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and take a tentative lick.

"Mmm... and so is playing with the prey. Drink up, now, little human. Master wants to see if we can make a proper Chimera out of you. Eleanor wound up with an udder when the goats mated her. We're going to see what we can do with you and one of the zebras."

David moaned happily as he took Angie's cock into his mouth, vision of thick, black horsecock filling his mind.