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Note: This is fanfic based on the Legion of Super-Heroes comic book.

Background: In the 30th Century of the DC Universe, a group of young heroes has banded together from many planets to form the Legion of Super-Heroes! Now, in the dusk before their darkest hour, the Legion's morale is starting to crumble amidst political turmoil, and one of their former members returns bearing a dark secret.

_ What Has Gone Before: Affected by the rare material zuunium, the superheroine Laurel Gand, one of the Legion's strongest members, has found herself transformed into a wolf-like being covered with golden fur. These changes are hard for her to take, and she flees the Legion's rec room after an insensitive remark. Salu Digby, the Legionnaire called Shrinking Violet, has gone to find her._

Shrinking Violet tapped the chimepad outside Laurel's room again. As a reserve member of the Legion of Super-Heroes, Laurel Gand was still entitled to her own quarters in the Legion's clubhouse; the whole suite, furnishings and all, would be placed in a storage tesseract again by Computo when she left the planet once more.

"Go away!" was the snarled reply from behind the door.

Vi sighed. "Laurel, talk to me," she said to the silver door engraved with Laurel's mission monitor board symbol. "Come on, let me in."

Silence was the only answer.

"Fine, be that way," snapped the dark-haired Imskian woman. She addressed the chimepad this time. "Legion Espionage Squad override Two Omega Ess Dee: Open Laurel's quarters, please." As the senior member of the Legion's covert sub-team since Chameleon Boy's recent resignation, Vi held certain privileges, and one of those became obvious as the door to Laurel's room slid open.

Violet walked into the room, noting the simple, almost spartan furnishings, little changed from the default decor issued to every new Legionnaire. And this had been Laurel's home for over 15 years. She'd accumulated few in the way of personal relics in that time, although Vi did spot the multiple Order of Valor medallions issued by Laurel's home planet of Daxam beside a holoframe of their late teammate, Lar Gand.

Laurel herself lay face down on the couch, her blue cape spilling down her shoulders, draped over her shapely but decidedly lupine form. Her face was buried in a large soft pillow. "G'way," was her muffled protest. "I'll report you to Jeckie for abuse of your position."

Laughing softly as the entry door slid shut, Violet walked over to her supine friend. "Gee, between President Wellington breathing down her neck, the United Planets in near collapse, and Starfinger back in business, I'm sure our fearless Leader really has time to listen to you complain." Vi knelt beside the couch. "Talk to me, Laurel."

Under normal circumstances, the two Legion women would be a study in contrasts: Laurel a tall, leggy blonde with a physique that pushed the boundaries of spectacular and flowing hair, while Vi was petite, almost pixieish with shortly cropped black hair. When Shrinking Violet had joined the Legion a few months after Laurel's induction, the young Imskian was the more demure of the two, compared to the big, brash Gand; however, the years had taken their toll on both in different ways, mellowing Laurel's ferocity while Vi had acquired a decidedly rough edge as one of the Legion's most proficient hand-to-hand fighters.

And, of course, Vi still looked human, as did most of the Legionnaires, while Laurel closely resembled a 7 foot tall humanoid wolf.

Violet reached out to her friend, touching her gently on the hand above the red cuff of her Valor-inspired uniform. Her fingers ran over the soft golden fur. "Don't let Wildfire get to you. Drake's just an overbearing ass who probably didn't even realize the double meaning of 'bitch.'"

Laurel flinced at the touch. "Don't touch me!" she whined, sitting upright and pulling her hand back. "I'm a monster now, I can't bear it."

Vi frowned. "Laurel, you're the same girl you've always been. The one who co-sponsored my membership. The one who's been my good friend for years. The one who helped me through the hard times when Ord dumped me. And the one who helped me realize that I don't really need a man in my life." The younger Salu Digby would have shrank away to nothingness rather than refer to that summer night long ago, during one of Brainiac 5's recurring bouts of mental instability, when the two hurting Legion women had found comfort in each others' arms, albeit just for a single night before resuming their relationship as just friends. This Vi, though, had grown past her sexual hangups and could talk without shame.

"...yeah, except I look like someone who should be chasing Streaky the Super-Cat instead of fighting crime, Violet," growled Laurel. "Look at me. I have a tail and a muzzle, for Valor's sake."

Vi just pursed her lips. "Mmmmmhmmmm. And your point is?" The Legion's resident size-changer leaned closer to the superpowered Daxamite. "There are some people who would find this new look sexy."

Laurel barked a laugh. "Yeah, and they're all in the Legion of Super-Pets. Man, if only Beast Boy hadn't died on Lallor. I'm sure I could hook up with him."

The smaller girl shifted a little on the floor, settling down off her knees to lean against the couch. "Actually, I was looking at some of Cosmic Boy's old historical tapes, from before the Lost Centuries. Even before humans had widespread contact with alien races, there were Earthlings who had fantasies about anthropomorphic animals. They even drew pictures and wrote naughty stories about them. [2]"

"Oh, great. Maybe I'll just hop in a time bubble and find one of them, then."

Vi smiled. "No need, one right here."

Laurel blinked at her friend in confusion. "Wha-- huh? Are you telling me you're some sort of ... bestiality fetishist, Vi?" She backed up against the back of the couch, clutching a big soft pillow against her similarly big, similarly soft breasts.

"No, Laurel, it's not like that," Vi explained. "I'm not wanting to suck off Comet the Super-Horse or anything. But I do find the idea of making love to someone with fur and animalistic features to be ... very, very appealing." She climbed up onto the couch facing the blonde lupine. "Think of it as more specific subset of xenophilia."

"But --"

"Shut up, Laurel Gand," said Violet, slipping the pillow from the stronger woman's grasp and tossing it on the floor. She bunched up Laurel's loose red blouse in her hands and pulled the two of them against each other, pressing her mouth against Laurel's wolven muzzle in a passionate kiss.

Soon, colorful superhero uniforms were discarded by the side of the bed as the former teammates began to play.

***

On the Khundish frontier, Laurel Gand rarely had time for much play, especially not the type of intense, prolonged foreplay that Violet had initiated. She'd hooked up a few times with Rond Vidar, the Legion's old ally who had been revealed as Earth's undercover Green Lantern a year ago, now banished from the planet for political reasons. The first time, it'd been just to spite Brai -- to spite HIM, striking back at her ex-lover by screwing his best friend. But the shared battles, the life-and-death struggle on the front lines against the Khundish invasion, had forged a different bond between Laurel and Rond. On a deeper level, perhaps, than even that between her fellow Legionnaires, albeit a relationship still growing in the forge of galactic war.

This growing closeness with the Green Lantern of space sector 2814 was why she couldn't bear to talk to him about her newly furred ... condition. She reported back to the UP Militia via voice only, leaving a message for both the commander and for Rond, saying that she needed personal time back in United Planets space, away from the frontier, but would be returning shortly. Technically, she didn't work for any of them, so it's not like they could give her orders anyway; even still, she felt a pang of regret as Violet's hands smoothed the soft fur of her large, round breasts. She needed to get back on the front lines, soon. Each day, more UP soldiers died to repell the Khundish invaders; each day she wasn't there meant more whom she couldn't save.

Three days ago, Laurel had failed to save lives from the Khundish assault, and had paid the price in more than one way. Returning from a scouting mission through one of the demolished frontier systems, she came upon a small UP supply ship under attack by a Khundish battlewagon starcruiser.

Dodging the incoming blaster fire easily with super-speed, Laurel flew between the twin columns of the battlewagon's hull and fired off a burst of heat vision at their targetting sensor array. Next came the propulsion units; flying through them at just the right angle and speed was enough to disable the starship without causing a rupture that could damage the crew. With a practiced and almost routine efficiency, Laurel demolished the primary cannons of the Khundish warship.

She paused to listen to their cries of fear and rage. "By the demon mother!" "Kill her, kill her!" "Destroy the accursed bitch of Daxam!" Ah, it's nice to be recognized. Of course, she wasn't really hearing them in the depths of empty space, but her so-called super-hearing allowed her to pick up the radio band transmissions of their intraship communications network. She smiled with delight, and then turned her attention to the crippled supply ship now that it was out of direct danger from the battlewagon's big guns.

Laurel entered her override control into the port airlock and slipped into the small cargo ship. The bridge was just nearby, and she said, "Hi folks, Laurel Gand of the Le-- of the UP Militia, and I'm here to escort you back to safer space. Hold tight, and I'll drag you back in just..." Her words trailed off as her blood turned cold. None of the UP personnel were moving. All were slumped over in their seats before their consoles, their throats slit.

In the center of the carnage was a large, unfamiliar object, roughly spherical with Khundish writing on it. "Zuunium Explosive Device XR-247," read the blocky script. Laurel frowned, and gave it a brief scan with penetravision; just some rare radioactive substances, apparently. As a Daxamite with active anti-lead serum in her veins, she had nothing to fear from radiation.

The deaths struck her harder. Why would even the barbaric Khunds kill everyone on board a ship and then open fire on it? Unless --

She narrowed her eyes in concentration, focusing her super-hearing to catch a snippet of something she barely could make out in the heart of the crippled Khundish battlewagon. "Trap is sprung," said a harsh female voice. "Execute plan XR-247-Beta." And the bomb beside Laurel Gand exploded.

***

The Legionnaire beside Laurel Gand exploded. Not literally, of course, but Violet gave a high-pitched squeal of pleasure as she climaxed around two of Laurel's furry fingers. Her tight cunt clenched at the larger girl's digits, squeezing them tightly as Laurel licked all around Salu's face with her broad canid tongue.

"Oh, god, Laurel, you're an -animal-!"

Laurel made a little grf noise, then said, "That may be, my little Shrinking Violet. And you're my playtoy. Get small."

Vi grinned wickedly. "I thought you'd never ask," she said, pulling herself off of Laurel's strong fingers. The nude Imskian used her inborn superpower that had gained her entry to the galaxy's premier team of heroes to shrink her body down in size, dwindling down to four feet tall, three, two, one -- until a six inch tall Shrinking Violet reclined cradled in Laurel's damp paw.

Her melancholy cast aside in the fun of play, the Daxamite ex-Legionnaire grinned with delight. "Got your transuit on, Shrinking Violet? Because I only practice safe sex ... and besides, there's not a whole lot of air to breathe where you're going." Laurel never needed a transuit herself, of course, able to survive in deep space, but the invisible, molecule-thick covering was standard issue for all Legionnaires, allowing them to breathe and operate in airless space. They also made great condoms, as most Legionnaires had discovered; impenetrable, invisible, and blocking of absolutely no sensations whatsoever.

In the palm of her hand, Vi stood and saluted. "Ready, Legionnaire Gand! Long Live the Legion!" And with a leap, she cleared the distance from Laurel's paw to fuzzy blonde crotch, landing atop her friend's furry mound. "Mmmmm, soft fur," said the shrunken Legionnaire, spreading out face-down and spread-eagle on Laurel, rubbing her tiny body against the golden fur.

Laurel laid back on the couch, smiling and panting a bit with anticipation, forcing herself to ignore the twinge of dismay as she felt her tail -- her tail! -- squirm beneath her, trying to wag. She grinned down at Violet. "This an Espionage Squad mission?"

A quick laugh from Vi and she affirmed it. "Yes, ma'am, have to go deep, deep undercover." She shifted around on Laurel's relatively gigantic sex, small hands caressing the outer lips which had grown slick with the Daxamite's arousal. She found the larger woman's hooded clit and began to caress all around it, her fingers expertly playing around swollen nub.

"Moons of Daxam, yes!" gasped Laurel, lifting her hips. "That's so good, Vi!"

The miniscule Violet quirked a grin. "You think that's good, just wait." Grabbing hold of the fur right above Laurel's sex -- normally it would be her pubic hair, but now it was just part of the continuous golden fur covering the ex-Legionnaire's body -- Vi turned herself around, letting her legs slide down Laurel's labia. Bending at the waist, she pushed her toes forward, pressing her feet into the wet cleft of Laurel's sex. A low moan from far above let her know that Laurel was enjoying it.

Vi grabbed ahold out Laurel's outer lips and pulled herself in, past her waist. She felt the lupine woman's inner muscles clench at her legs; she smiled to herself, knowing she'd done well at cheering up her morose friend. She leaned up to gently kiss Laurel's clitoris, then pulled herself deeper in, her entire body vanishing into the super-powered woman's wet pussy.

Laurel groaned again, bucking her hips; she gave herself over to the pleasure, but not fully. As she'd learned on several occasions in the past, a fully powered Daxamite's climax could be painful, to say the least, to those lacking invulnerability. To little Violet, it could be fatal, even, at her size. Laurel'd grown used to faking her orgasms, then. She fucked for the closeness and intimacy, after all, not just to reach climax; she'd just store up memories of the sensations and save them for later, her own private play.

With a well-practiced gasp and moan, Laurel cried out, "Yes, oh gods, yes!" And gave Violet a nice squeeze and a bit of a ride as she bounced her hips. It was fun enough, certainly, for Laurel.

She felt squirming within her; Violet was rubbing her inner walls gently. What a dear, sweet friend, Laurel thought, bringing her hands down to caress the fur outside of her sex. For the first time, she started to feel okay about that fur, feeling it wet and damp between her legs. A small, dark-haired head popped out from between the lips of her sex, and Laurel rubbed that, too, petting her friend gently as she emerged.

Laurel cupped the tiny Legionnaire in one hand, lifting her from the V of her thighs to look at her close up. Violet's modest breasts sparkled wetly with the juices of Laurel's arousal, and unlike the fur-covered ex-Legionnaire, Vi was completely devoid of body hair.

Looking up into her friend's wolven face, Vi gave a grin of delight at the furry features before her. "Laurel, you're one hot wolf bitch," she said.

Laurel gave a grf, unsure what to say, so instead she just started licking her tiny friend with her broad, flat tongue. The taste was different, she found; she knew her own flavor well enough, but it seemed to have changed in subtle ways with her overall transformation. More musky, more animal; to be expected, perhaps, but slightly disturbing as well.

Her tongue, likewise, was different now; not the normal, thick tongue of the humanoid races, but a flatter, wide tongue like a dog's. This gave her more licking area, though, as she wrapped her tongue between Violet's little legs and around her back, lifting the Imskian Legionnaire off her hand. Vi gave a soft gasp of approval, lowering her face to rub against Laurel's tongue.

Laurel's tongue lapped at Violet's rear end, licking wetly over her cute and firm tush. As she did, she opened her mouth further, without really thinking about it, drawing Shrinking Violet into her muzzle. Laurel's eyes closed slowly as she held her friend's tiny form against the roof of her mouth, licking her all over, quite literally. She tried to talk, saying, "Mmmmm, yum..." but it came out as garbled mumblings.

Vi liked it, though, feeling the gigantic tongue wriggling against her. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against one part of the tongue, while straddling the tip as it lashed between her thighs. Vi groaned happily, pumping her hips against Laurel's wide tongue as the wolf's muzzle closed darkly around her.

Then, without even consciously thinking about it, Laurel tipped her head back, and swallowed, and her friend vanished down the tightness of her throat.

And Laurel Gand came. Hard.

[To Be Continued]

Footnotes:

[2] Naughty stories about furries? That's just WEIRD, man!!