FSE

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Ragged brown plants struggled for water and light in the harsh heat of high summer. The sun blazed down through smoggy clouds, its sunlight filtered and distorted before reaching the devastated landscape below. Large black boots clomped through the loose dirt, kicking up clouds of dust.

Blackie ignored the sun, the heat, and the dirt as he knelt next to the body of a recently deceased raider. Cause of death was no mystery: Blackie fired the crossbow bolt sticking out of the dead man's forehead a few minutes earlier. Further on, the bodies of four more gang members lay scattered.

"Come on, where is it..."

Blackie muttered to himself as he fished around the bloody corpse. This particular gang member was firing a nice handgun and Blackie couldn't help but try to find it, despite knowing more gang members could show up at any minute.

"Gotcha!"

The silver gun gleamed in Blackie's hand as he pulled it out from underneath the body. A few minutes later, he'd gone through the pockets of each of the others and was working on ransacking the small tent near a campfire, also former possessions of the gang members. His backpack loaded with fresh loot - including, he noticed happily, several kinds of medical injectors - he turned and ran for the horizon, back to the relative safety of his caravan.

Blackie grinned as he jogged across the brown, blasted landscape, thinking how lucky he was to be living here and now. He heard the stories of the before-times, when the world was green and millions of people lived in giant cities. He'd even seen the ruins. But he didn't put too much stock in the stories. Blackie lived for the moment. He didn't plan ahead more than his next few meals, such as the package of sugary treats he'd found in the gang members' tent. Those would be fantastic after dinner.

Lost in thought, Blackie didn't notice the shadows perched on top of a nearby outcrop. It wasn't until the first bullet cracked into a dead tree as he ran past it that he dropped to the ground, rolled forward, and crouched behind a rock. More bullets and several arrows clattered off the rock, sending shards flying around his head. Blackie squinted up at the sun and took a chance. He peeked around the rock and caught a quick glimpse of the shadows on the ridge.

The sun was to his advantage, at least, partially blinding the shooters. Probably more gang members. Blackie pulled out his new gun, checking the clip to make sure it was full. He dropped his bag onto the ground and checked for his knife, then dove from cover.

The shooters didn't see him thanks to the sun in their eyes for a few moments, but soon enough Blackie heard the shots and dove behind another small rock. Close enough now to make out the shapes of the shooters, he recognized the brilliant colors of the gang members' clothes and headbands. It was a silly way to dress - especially since it presented such an easy target.

Blackie squinted, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The gun jumped in his hand with reassuring force and one of the figures tumbled off the cliff face. Two more shots, two more bodies. Blackie grinned as he waited for any other signs of movement, but after fifteen minutes he judged the coast clear and jumped up from behind his rock.

He was running back to get his bag when he heard another shot and felt a sting in his shoulder. The sting turned into a searing flame and he fell forward as more shots rang out. Cursing, Blackie rolled over and fired a few times before getting his bearings. Instinct took over as he realized he'd missed a shooter on the right side of the ledge. He fired half a dozen times before the gun clicked - empty - but the shooter was dead.

Cradling his shoulder, Blackie limped to the bag and tossed the gun inside. He gasped as he felt blood ooze over his fingers.

"Damn gangers," he gasped, slumping back against the rock.

He rummaged in his bag for bandages. No time to stop now to patch himself up properly. He had to get back to the caravan. He was supposed to have been gone an hour and it was already more than three. The gangers had been too tempting a target and Blackie spent too long tracking them back to their camp.

Stupid, though - he'd counted nine beds. It was obvious there'd have been four more of them, not just the three.

Blackie pressed a crude woven bandage to his shoulder. A glint in his bag drew his eye and he reached in his with his bad arm, emerging with several of the syringes he'd taken from the raiders. They were unusual. Everyone out here knew about the needles. They were full of ancient medicine and healed you up quick. They were rare, expensive, and hardly worth using when you could sell them instead. But this was an emergency.

Blackie narrowed his eyes. These needles were a little different - the markings were green, not red, but the words were the same, except for "Experimental" at the beginning. Where had the gangers gotten this stuff?

Blackie shrugged and removed the cap with his teeth. The point glistened with green liquid before he jabbed it into his shoulder above the bullet wound. Immediate relief flooded his aching shoulder. A few moments later, the bullet oozed out as the flesh healed behind it. Blackie had been shot half a dozen times, but only one other time had he used a needle.

The tall caravaneer grinned and prodded at the site of the former bullet hole. He felt great, better than he had in ages, and jumped to his feet. He grabbed his bag and trotted over to the bodies of the four gangers, reloading his new gun as he went. He felt so good, he was sure he'd make it back the caravan in record time and with three extra needles to boot. That'd fetch a nice price in the next town.

Blackie dug through the pockets of the downed gangers, whistling as he did so. It was a cruel life, he thought, but the gangers brought it on themselves. He grimaced as he realized one particular ganger liked to keep his trophies in his pants pocket - his hand came out covered in blood, probably from ears or noses of the gangers' last victims. He wiped it off on the dead villain's shirt and stood up, thoroughly disgusted.

No more delay. Blackie set off at a brisk jog, a pace he was surprised to find he could keep up without any noticeable exertion. Whatever was in that needle, it was good stuff. The last one had just fixed him up, not given him all this extra energy. Still, Blackie wasn't going to complain. The ground nearly flew by underneath him.

Without warning, a sudden spasm dragged the caravaneer to a halt. His whole body twitched as one and he let out a groan. His arms flexed, jerking up and down, and he fell forward onto his knees. A great pressure built up on his lower back and he turned around, reaching back as something grew from his body.

It wasn't exactly painful, but Blackie had known better feelings. He could feel some kind of lump, a bulge under his pants. With a desperate jerk, he pulled them down over his ass. To his shock, a huge black tail rose up behind him. He could feel it moving and realized it was his. Eyes wide, he looked down to see it attached firmly to his body at his tailbone. It was so surreal - a large black-furred tail weaving about from his tanned white skin.

Blackie shuddered and fell forward onto his forearms, elbows scraping against the ground. Something popped in his hips and the pressure built up all over again. He didn't have a chance to remove his pants this time - instead, the fabric stretched and strained as his body changed further. Blackie couldn't tell what was happening. His brain was awash in confusion and, strangely, a growing sense of lust. It wasn't until he found himself back on his feet that he realized what had happened to him.

Blackie was on his feet, but not just two. Four large, black-furred feet padded against the ground, feline in appearance. He stared as he flexed new sets of claws in and out of the toes. The black fur ran up his calf, ending below his knees - all four of them. But even as he watched, his legs reformed, assuming the structure of the animals he sometimes saw in the wild. He lifted his left front leg and shook it, testing it out. It felt limber, loose, and powerful. The black fur crept upwards, covering his skin, changing his bones and muscles. Already he was several feet taller than before.

His chest and belly remained the same so far, but his stomach ended at where his hips used to be, joined to the body of a four-legged animal. He'd seen a picture of a horse-man like that once in an old book in a building with hundreds of books. A centaur, it was called. Was that what he was becoming? But why was he black-furred and not like a horse? He'd never seen a horse, so maybe some were more like the giant sabretooths that roamed the deserts.

Blackie shuddered as more changes swept through his body. He lifted each leg in turn, trying to figure out the unusual sensations. He felt, strangely, little fear. A lifetime in the wastes taught him to expect the unexpected. This was a bit much, but still, he felt strangely calm and surprisingly horny. He tried to feel urgency, but the drugs were doing something to his brain, he realized. Lassitude swept through him as he lifted a hind leg and leaned down to view his new genitalia.

Generous was an understatement. Compared to what he had before, his new cock was incredible. It was currently tucked into a fat, black-furred sheath, but he could see the pink tip as it pushed out. Limp, it was likely as thick as his bicep. The sheath was almost a foot and a half long and hung from his underside heavily, shaking and jiggling with his every move, getting him even more excited.

Blackie dropped his leg to the ground and let out a moan of pleasure as the fur crept over his smooth sides and long backside, then reached the center point. His moans of pleasure turned quickly to purrs as his insides changed, adjusted, developed him into a beast neither human nor animal. Blackie's belly and chest were soon covered in thick black fur; eventually his entire face was gone, replaced by a wild-looking panther. He prodded at his new muzzle with his fingers, careful to keep his claws in. The control he felt over his new form was incredible. He somehow knew how to move, how to retract his claws, how to swing his long, long tail.

Fishing for the small three-inch mirror in his sack, Blackie examined his face as best he could. He snarled, lifting his lips to stare at the impressively big and sharp teeth underneath. His eyes were yellow with vertical slits, and with a start he realized he could see much better than before. His ears cocked to the sides, catching new noises and sounds he'd never heard before. He stared at himself in the mirror, admiring with some vanity the four-point white star on his forehead, the only non-black mark on his entire body. Thick black lips spread in a grin as he felt the euphoria ramp up.

Whatever the drugs had done to him, Blackie decided, it had turned him into something that could survive the wastes much more easily.

But the thought was premature, Blackie quickly realized, as his changes were far from over. He felt his massive maleness extend from his sheath, inch after pleasurable inch. His heavy balls smacked against the insides of his flanks as he pranced on the dusty ground, moaning and clutching at his chest. His small nipples felt suddenly sensitive and he gasped as he rubbed them. When he lowered his new paws and felt a second pair of nipples protruding through his thick chest fur, he paused and stared in amazement.

At the same time, his arms and legs thickened with considerable muscle. His pelt went taut, stretched from all parts as he packed on the pounds. He barely noticed how much stronger he was getting, though, as his original, upper pair of nipples swelled outwards, carried forward on a pair of luscious and generous breasts. He cupped them in his paws, squeezing and massaging them. His pink tongue fell from his muzzle and he felt his cock bump up against the underside of his taur-belly, hard as steel and dripping profusely. The scent of his own musk made his body heat rise and he let out a deep growl, head tipped back, as his second pair of nipples grew larger, matching the first set in size.

Blackie wasn't sure how much time passed as he groped himself, teasing his nipples in absolute bliss. The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving him in the dark, but he didn't care - he felt so incredible. Blackie's eyes shut tight as an entirely new sensation ran through him. With a moan of lust and a shudder than sent his breasts quivering, the former male realized why he'd suddenly grown breasts.

Blackie's new pussy ached. There was no other way to describe the feeling. Shi desperately needed something to fill hir. Sometimes the pet cats people had in the settlements acted crazy, going nuts until they found a tom. Blackie decided shi must be going through the same thing as the desire for sex increased. Shi keened into the darkness, teeth bared, tail raised, legs spread, exposing hir thick, moist pussy, situated just above hir massive black nuts. Each orb was as big as hir head, bowling balls swinging between hir flanks. Hir massive pink cock stretched out along hir underbelly, nearly four feet long and almost a foot thick. The tip was slightly pointed, shi realized, and loose fleshy barbs wrapped around the glans, just like a feline's, giving hir maleness a hybrid appearance.

Blackie tweaked hir nipples one more time before dropping onto hir side. All four legs and hir two arms reached down to massage and stroke hir massive cock. Getting fucked wasn't an option, but shi could take care of this, at least. Bliss ran down hir shaft, tingling into hir huge balls and up hir spine. Hir large, broad black paw pads felt like silk on hir spurting, messy cock. Shi squeezed and stroked hir tip with hir fingers, occasionally reaching to massage hir massive breasts, while hir hind- and fore-paws worked over hir cock, squeezing and stroking every inch they could reach. It took surprisingly little for the panther-taur to reach hir climax.

With another loud keening sound, Blackie came. Hir upper torso twisted, leaning down, so that the thick blasts of seed splattered across hir massive tits. Each breast was capped in a fat, fleshy pink nipple, matching in skin tone hir cock. Each of the four nipples strained outwards, overly sensitive to the touch. As thick streams of white, hot feline cum splattered from hir aching shaft, coating hir chest, Blackie kept the cock warmed between hir four feet and used hir hands to pull one of the huge tits upwards. Shi closed hir eyes and moaned delightfully as shi suckled on hir own teat, tasting hir flesh and seed in hir fur and on hir skin. Closing hir eyes, Blackie rocked back and forth as hir orgasm continued, jet after jet of thick seed splattering hir fur and the ground around hir.

The panther-taur's eyes went wide as warm liquid flooded hir muzzle. With a start, shi pulled off, gasping. Thick creamy milk dribbled down hir chin and between hir uppermost tits. Blackie stared as shi stroked and squeezed hir nipples, massaging it from the bottom to the tip. After a few moments, thick streams of milk poured out, coating hir paws.

The panther-taur licked hir lips, eyes wide, cock still jerking and shooting. What other pleasant surprises was shi in for, shi wondered? At this point, nothing would surprise hir.

It took another ten minutes before hir cock was back in its sheath. Blackie groaned happily as shi wiped musky cum out of hir fur and rolled onto hir belly, ignoring the dirt that clung to hir sticky fur. There was a clean river along the trail hir caravan traveled - it was why they took that route.

Snatching up hir bag, Blackie strung it around hir shoulders, grabbed onto hir massive chest, and broke into a gallop. Hir sheath and balls jiggled back and forth, up and down, to the point of distraction. Blackie gritted hir teeth and kept running as shi held hir massive chest in chest, trying not to let the huge milk bags flop around too much.

Blackie grinned as shi ran more quickly than shi ever had before. This body was incredible. Powerful, fast, and pleasurable. Shi'd miss being a human, but after that orgasm, any doubts about hir future were irrelevant. And soon hir fellow travelers would feel the same way...

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Tanya and Red huddled near their campfire. Their four pack animals carrying their goods waited nearby, each one contentedly chewing cud from their two mouths. Their stopover for the night was a ways off the trail, but the house's two still-standing walls were familiar. Tanya, Red, and Blackie often stayed at this place when traveling. It offered some protection from the elements but, more importantly, was far enough away from the main road that bandits and thugs were not usually a problem.

"I wonder when Blackie will get back," Tanya said, breaking the silence of the black night.

Red glanced away from the fire and looked up at the stars and dust.

"Dunno. Hope he didn't get hurt."

Tanya returned to the fire, tending their simple meal of stewed rabbit with some hardscrabble vegetables they'd come across earlier. They had packed rations, but it was better to save those for when forage was not available.

One of the pack animals let out a frightened bellow and pulled at its harness, currently attached to a large boulder near the corner of the house. Within moments, the other three were braying and tugging at their ropes as well. Red jumped up and ran over, but couldn't get close as they reared up, spilling cargo over the ground. Nostrils flared, eyes wide, the beasts were obviously scared out their minds.

Tanya stood and reached for her bow and arrow. Red grabbed his crossbow and the only gun they had between them, an ancient muzzleloader held together with bits of wire and tape.

Red kicked dirt over their campfire, distinguishing most of its light. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they both peered into the arid desert around them. They both knew what frightened pack animals meant: a predator was near.

For a long time, they couldn't hear or see anything other than their frightened mules. Soon, however, a deep thump reverberated through the ground.

"What the hell is that?" Red asked. The short, red-haired wanderer tightened his grip around the stock of the muzzleloader. His crossbow sat within easy reach.

"No idea. Sometimes those old machines start up," Tanya said. "Think it's that?"

Red shook his head. "Nothing like that for miles. Listen - it's getting closer."

They both went silent as the thumping, pounding drew nearer. Tanya's short brown hair looked even darker in the pale starlight as her face went an ashen grey. The mules went suddenly quiet, too frightened to even make a noise as they pulled at their restraints. Their hooves smashed the ground, destroying whatever goods had fallen beneath them.

The thumps ended as suddenly as they'd begun. Red and Tanya glanced at each other. A huge shadow fell across them as something flitted in front of the house. Tanya gasped and shrunk backwards. Red dug his heel into the ground, but his fingers trembled.

"Not raiders," he muttered, trying to see into the darkness.

A shower of wooden splinters rained down on them from above as two giant black paws broke through the wall against which they were standing. Tanya and Red both screamed as the strong hands wrapped around them and pulled them backwards, through the dry-rotted wood.

All Red could see were teeth, giant, white, sharp, glinting. He struggled but it was no use as he was brought closer to a ferocious black muzzle. It looked cat-like, but strangely different. The human froze as the maw opened.

A pink tongue as big as his chest slid out and curled under his chin, dragged over the side of his head, and left his hair soaked in saliva.

Tanya, for her part, found herself surrounded by plush black fur. The scent of warm milk and musk invaded her nose as she struggled, wriggling around and trying to escape the grip of the pads holding her arms tight to her sides. She felt warm flesh against her face and felt something wet a moment later. As the liquid drenched her nose, eyes, and mouth, she realized it was milk.

A deep, bass purr rumbled across the open country as Blackie's enormous maleness pushed from hir gigantic sheath. The panther-taur's nipples peaked as arousal flooded hir body all over again. Shi ignored hir companions cries of distress as shi licked at Red and pushed Tanya into the cleavage of hir six huge, firm breasts. They'd thank hir soon enough, shi knew.

With a sigh of pleasure, Blackie dropped hir forelegs to their knees and set Tanya and Red down in front of hir. With a paw on the back of their heads, shi forced their mouths against hir middle pair of teats. Pints of warm, fresh cream poured over them as shi forced them to drink. They felt so good as they wriggled and pushed at hir sensitive nipples. Hir tail lashed back and forth behind hir as hir cock hardened, bigger and fatter by the moment, until the tip protruded through hir forelegs, squeezed by hir underside.

The panther-taur's lust knew no limits as shi rolled hir hindquarters, flopping onto the ground. With one foreleg, shi pawed at hir enormous pink cock, groaning with need all the while. Shi could feel Tanya and Red struggling, but their struggles slowed as they drank hir milk, until each latched on tight and wouldn't let go.

Releasing them, Blackie purred as shi stroked their backsides. Hir sensitive paw pads could already feel them beginning to change as shi passed on the chemicals that enabled hir own transformation.

The panther-taur's maleness throbbed, dribbling hot, clear pre-cum into the dirt beneath hir as shi lay on hir side. Hir feline eyes, able to see in the dark so much better than hir useless old human ones, focused on the humans as shi waited for their transformations. They weren't going as fast as hirs, but that would be because the chemicals were diluted now, Blackie thought.

Tanya's brain went blank as the delicious, rich milk flowed down her throat. Shi'd never tasted anything so whole, full, and warm. Her hands squeezed at the fat nipple, massaging it, urging more out. When the flow slowed, she switched to another, unable to help herself.

She barely noticed as her breasts swelled, making her ragged shirt grow tight. She'd never had much of a chest - she was flat-chested like all the women who lived in the wastes, a combination of diet and strenuous living. Now, however, they expanded rapidly, filling out and stretching her skin. Her ass thickened even faster, until her brown pants ripped open in the back. A long tail erupted from her backside, white as snow with a deep black tip. Thick white fur spread rapidly across Tanya's backside and down her legs. In the front, her cleavage was rapidly ensconced in a layer of heavy white fur. A chest ruff nearly hid the massive orbs hanging from her chest as they continued to expand, especially her oversized pink nipples.

Tawny let out a moan of lust to match Blackie's as she felt more tingles on her belly. More breasts grew in, two more pairs, swelling up to form a progressively larger chain of female flesh. Soon all six breasts were squished into Blackie's as the three writhed together.

Red felt his face changing. He could feel the bones cracking, rearranging, growing. Hair fell out, leaving him bald, as his skin turned a deep red shade. His flesh hardened, starting at the top of his skull, cracking into rough scales. His tongue extended farther than before and he wrapped it around Blackie's tit, using it to milk the panther for whatever he could get. As Red changed further, his fingernails turned into silver claws and his mouth grew wider and larger. Sharp teeth grew in as his nostrils flattened over the bridge of his muzzle.

His pants grew tight in the back for only a moment, until a thick red tail tore through the ancient fabric. The scaled, prehensile length tapered off to a point at the tip. Set along the length were large white bumps, slightly pointed at the tips, that came about three inches out of the red scaled flesh underneath.

Red gasped as his throbbing maleness burst forth, tearing through whatever remained of his milk-soaked clothing. It almost hurt, he was so aroused, and as it pushed into Blackie's warm pelt, he humped forward aggressively. He could feel how it was different as well now - longer, thicker, with unusual ridges along the top side and a much pointier tip than before. He didn't care - it felt incredible, especially as the weight of his growing testicles dragged the length down Blackie's front.

The black panthertaur moaned and pawed at hir transforming friends, groping at their changing bodies. Shi purred as shi felt their hips changing, extending backwards... soon they would be like hir. As the two suckled on hir fresh milk, shi rubbed at hir cock with one foreleg and panted, waiting for them to grow large enough for more satisfying activities.

Tawny's head tipped back as shi felt a new growth in hir crotch. Small, under three inches at first, hir maleness jerked back and forth. Within a few minutes, shi had over eight inches of vulpine maleness rubbing against Blackie's belly. By the time hir hips cracked and hir hind legs reformed, hir cock was well over a foot. Shi shrieked as shi tumbled to the ground, pleasure overwhelming hir milk-stained body. Dust and milk mixed in hir pure white fur as shi rolled side to side, groping at hir hypersensitive breasts, swollen with milk of hir own at this point. Hir entire body was covered by hir new pelt and hir legs rapidly reconfigured themselves. Hir hips continued to extend backwards as new, vestigial limbs formed - hir new forelegs.

Red was in a similar situation, convulsing on the ground next to Tawny. Blackie purred and moaned as shi watched them change, hir arousal growing by the second. Hir massive maleness poured pre-cum into the ground as shi groped at hir huge nipples. The taur rolled onto hir back, upper and lower, and stretched out hir body as far as shi could. Hir four flexible lower legs wrapped around hir cock, squeezing it into hir downy underside. Shi yowled with pleasure as shi felt pints of pre-cum trickling through hir fur.

Tawny wasn't sure how long it lasted - the mix of pleasure made her hardly realize her body was changing in dramatic fashion. But by the time shi could focus on hir surroundings once more, hir body was radically different. No remnants of hir former humanity remained in the foxtaur's long, limber body. Three pairs of milk-laden breasts hung from hir chest, down over hir upper belly. At hir waist, shi was joined to a bestial lower half, four long, strong legs supporting hir. A massive erection, redder than the pink of hir exposed nipples, bobbed against hir underside, between the twin rows of flat nipples nearly hidden in hir long white belly fur. Hir balls ached for release as new sensations overwhelmed hir. Shi could feel the flow of juices trickling from hir pussy, down over hir nuts and the insides of hir flanks. Shi moaned and stretched, every toe and finger splaying as shi felt hir powerful muscles contract and expand.

Red's transformation took longer. As Blackie surged to hir feet and circled the foxtaur, shi stroked hir sharp claws across hir rough red scale-skin. Hir tongue flicked in and out, tasting the air, as shi felt hir new feminine sex against hir fingers, puffy and moist, smoother than the rest of hir body. Shi watched Tawny and Blackie as hir hind legs stretched, growing thicker. They were squat, not long and elegant like the others, made for powerful movements across short distances.

Blackie growled deep in hir throat as shi rubbed hirself along Tawny's sides. The foxtaur moaned and leaned back into the panther, their arms caressing and stroking each other as they left their scents in the other's pelt. Blackie's cock raged beneath hir, though, and the taller of the herm-taurs reared up on hir hind legs behind the foxtaur. Tawny fell to hir knees, forelegs bending, hind legs locking into place. Blackie's arms wrapped around hir chest, roughly grabbing one pair of swollen breasts. Milk ran between hir fingers as shi leaned over, teeth nipping and grazing the fox's ears and neck. Hir hips shifted, moved, lining up hir maleness with the foxtaur's wet, moist pussy.

Target acquired. Tawny's stricken moan shattered the air when Blackie's hips ground forward, impaling the white-furred fox on a massive cock. Blackie didn't stop - shi pulled back roughly before pumping in again and again. The panthertaur growled as shi squeezed at Tawny's nipples, milking the vixen as shi pumped hirself in harder, deeper, stretching hir pussy with a thickness shi'd never known before.

Blackie hummed in hir throat a shi closed hir eyes, muzzle buried in the crook of Tawny's neck. Hir forelegs draped around either side of Tawny's mid-hips, stabilizing hir deep thrusts. They rocked back and forth together, groaning and moaning, as cum pooled beneath them, mixing with the milk from before.

Red struggled to hir feet at last. The former human inhabited a similar shape to the others, but hir blood ran cold now. Shorter than Tawny and especially Blackie, shi was nevertheless heavier, more muscular. Squat fore and hind legs carried hir body easily. Taut scales stretched across hir body, lifting hir single par of impressive breasts high. A pair of black nipples capped the rough-skinned mounds, glistening as they dribbled milk. A strange mammalian-reptilian hybrid of uncertain species, Red's body was chimera of various animals - snake, alligator, lizard. Hir fingers clenched and unclenched as shi stretched and stomped, gouging deep scratches in the now-muddy ground. Hir long tail swept behind hir, almost as long as shi was, and surprisingly prehensile for such a thick appendage. A sheathless erection swung from between hir flanks, pushing through a small slit. Heavy balls hung below, though smaller than Blackie's or Tawny's. With a great gasp, shi rushed forward, cramming hirself up against Tawny's front.

The two kissed hotly, tongues swimming through each other's muzzles as they groped and squeezed together. Tawny's claws raked over Red's rough chest, tickling the reptile's huge breasts. Tawny shuddered and fell forward as the rhythmic pounding in hir pussy pushed hir into an intense orgasm. Shi clenched hard as the short reptile held hir up, rippling hir inner walls around Blackie's thickness.

The panthertaur leaned backwards, rearing up momentarily on two legs, before coming down with hir forelegs over Tawny's shoulders. At this new angle, shi could drive in harder, deeper than before, and shi did so with vigor. The stimulation after just a few strokes was too great, however, and with a roar that drowned out the other two, the giant panthertaur came.

Tawny's eyes flew open and hir muzzle dropped as hir sides fleshed out. Hir womb overflowed with hyper-fertile panthertaur seed and shi ground hirself backwards as thick rivers of seed ran down the insides of hir flanks. Hir cock throbbed, bucking dangerously, but shi didn't cum, despite experiencing several orgasms in a row, a never-ending stream of pleasure that sent hir brain into high orbit. Shi didn't even notice as Red reared up on hir hind legs, draping hir forelegs over hir shoulders, on top of Blackie's, and shoved forward, grinding hir deep purple erection against hir open muzzle. A thick, pungent taste of reptilian juices splattered across hir tongue as the two taurs on top of hir hugged, kissed, and groped each other.

Tawny's eyes squeezed closed as shi swallowed the tip of the pointed reptilian cock jammed down hir muzzle. The ridges played across hir tongue as hir cheeks bulged. Shi couldn't swallow all the clear, salty pre-cum pumping past hir lips and most of it drooled uncontrollably from the sides of hir muzzle. For nearly ten minutes straight, the white foxtaur was double-teamed by the two herms, pumped from both ends. Red's cock swelled dangerously, locking into hir muzzle, and erupted deep in hir throat, filling hir belly with hot semen. The foxtaur's legs trembled as shi gagged and coughed, unable to help hirself as thick white goop dribbled from hir mouth and nose.

Blackie grunted and pushed off, unceremoniously pulling free of the foxtaur's well-used pussy. Thick streams of white fluid drained, though hir belly remained heavily swollen. The panthertaur grinned as shi flopped onto hir side, exhausted, and watched as Red finished off in the foxtaur's bulging throat.

The short, squat, powerful reptile groaned as shi pulled hir hips back and jumped free, landing with a heavy thud on all fours. Hir fingers clutched at hir breasts, milking hir swollen teats, as Tawny coughed and spluttered, taking deep, ragged breaths. The foxtaur growled lustfully and took a leap at the reptile, catching Red unawares. With a yip, Tawny pinned the Red and rolled hir onto hir back. Straddling hir lower half with hir own, the fox dragged hir massive erection along the reptile's scaled belly, lining hirself up with the puffy, smooth feminine entrance behind the other taur's balls. They both cried out as Tawny lowered hirself, impaling the prone reptile in one fell swoop. Their undersides met, then their upper halves as they leaned towards each other, breasts mashing together, muzzles meeting for another deep kiss.

Blackie watched, eye wide, cock growing hard and stiff all over again, as Tawny's fat knot pounded against Red's tight pussy. There was no gentle lovemaking here - just hard, rough, animal fucking, the urge to mate overwhelming all other considerations. Blackie grinned as shi inhaled their combined musks and shivered as hir cock twitched, need growing steadily.

The lust would fade eventually, Blackie knew, returning only occasionally. They would have time to relax, enjoy themselves, take things slow. The panthertaur licked hir lips, imagining the passionate lovemaking to come - as good as this, but different. Before the need grew too great, the panthertaur relished the images in hir mind, until the sounds of Red and Tawny's moans and cries pulled hir back. Tawny's hips ground down, no longer pumping, just pushing hir knot against Red's pussy. The reptile was squirming, gasping and moaning, as the determined fox achingly opened hir up. Blackie's cock flopped against hir underside and hir pussy twinged as shi watched the knot finally sink in. Tawny howled as shi came immediately; Red froze, unable to even breath as the fantastic ball of flesh plugged hir entirely. The flood of hot seed bloated hir stomach as shi twitched, eyes wide and unseeing, orgasm after orgasm wracking hir squat, muscular body.

Blackie growled and rose to hir feet. The reptile's mouth was open wide, so inviting, and the lust inside was growing too strong to ignore any longer. Shi'd have Red's muzzle, shi decided, and then the reptile's cock - the ridges on hir purple length made the panthertaur's body ache to be filled.

The sounds of lovemaking continued, piercing the air as the shrieks, moans, and gasps of the fox, panther, and reptile went on the entire night. By morning, they were collapsed, comatose, a pile of fur and scales behind a ruined house. They awoke tangled together, legs and arms akimbo, entwined, breasts and nipples and cocks and holes displayed wholesale.

By morning, they awoke dirty, dusty, coated in cum and milk and mud. Beneath them they found not more dirt and hardscrabble plants, however, but a verdant patch of grass and flowers. Wherever their milk and seed soaked into the ground, life flourished - good, clean life, the kind not seen in the wastes since the before times, the times of legend. Blackie inhaled the scents of the grass, the flowers, and hir newly transformed companions as they pawed at the new growths, enthralled by their powers.

Blackie purred as shi was hugged from both sides by the reptile and fox. Hir cock fell from its sheath as shi kissed them both, lust and love flooding hir in equal combinations. Were it not for the combined rumblings of their stomachs, they may have degenerated into an early morning orgy.

"We have to eat," Blackie said, as Tawny's paw played over hir twin pairs of breasts.

"And then what?" Red asked, a note of uncertainty in hir voice. "I feel incredible, but what do we do next?"

Tawny's velvet voice sent little thrills of pleasure down Blackie's spine.

"We fight and fuck our way to the top of the food chain," the foxtaur said. "We do this..." Shi pointed at the fresh growth beneath their paws. "...everywhere."

"But first, we eat," the panthertaur said, looking back at their belongings. All their food and supplies were ruined.

Fortunately, they were no longer in need of their pack animals.

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Epilogue

Blackie roared triumphantly as shi stood in the center of the small village. Around hir, humans in the midst of transformations writhed on the ground. Red and Tawny were each balls deep in others already finished. The reptile and fox were both slow now due to their gravid, engorged bellies full of cubs, their second litters each, but they still managed to fight and fuck their way across the wastes as good as ever. Most people didn't put up much a fight - not once they got a taste of their milk - and the bad ones, like the ruthless gangers and vile slave traders, well... Blackie and the rest enforced laws long forgotten in their world.

Blackie grinned as shi felt paws on hir cock and looked down to find a tigertaur crawling under hir, muzzle wrapping around hir length. The tiger's rump was already being mounted from behind by another recent addition, a gorgeous husky with five full sets of breasts running down hir chest. Blackie enjoyed the tight throat as shi turned hir head, looking back east, the way they'd come. Vast forests lay in the distance, just visible in the lingering light of sunset. Dozens of taurs roamed the wastes now, turning others and growing new life. The panthertaur grunted as the tigertaur's rough tongue sent tingles of pleasure to the root of hir cock and humped forward, driving hir shaft down the willing throat with a sigh of contentment.

The new recruits were always the most fun - crazy with lust, unable to help themselves. By tomorrow, this village would be lush once more, covered in plants, and its residents would be able to grow their own food, hunt new game, spread their milk across the desert.

As the tigertaur's muzzle stretched around hir cock, Blackie watched Red force-feeding milk to one of the few remaining humans in the village. The small, dark-haired male struggled in the reptile's grasp, but only a little - milk streamed down his face, over his chin, from his nose, and already his ragged brown pants were stretching to hold in his growing lower half. Blackie purred, enjoying the show as much as the blowjob. The human's pants stretched further before a pair of ebony hooves tore free. The new horse-taur groaned and wriggled, hind legs stretching out, muscles filling in. A massive horsecock descended, bigger even than Blackie's, and the panthertaur's own erection lurched deep in the tigertaur's throat as shi envisioned the length impaling hir. Red hissed with excitement as shi watched the former human's face elongate and enlarge. Thick, rubbery lips soon clamped around the reptile's chest as the newly transformed horsetaur's paws groped at the lizard's smooth belly scales.

Blackie grunted as shi felt the need rise up within hir and shi humped forward, driving hirself deeper into the tigertaur's throat. Shi roared as shi came, flooding the feline's muzzle, splashing the ground with hir steaming jizz.

Though most converts stayed where they'd lived before, shi and Red and Tawny never stopped moving. They left the wastes littered with newly transformed humans, their hyper-fertile seed planted deep into the ground and wombs. Blackie didn't know how long it would take to transform the world, but shi was going to enjoy it.