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New Found Fecundity

By Von Krieger

Professor Samantha Price moaned softly as her master's soft pawpad caressed her cheek. The slightest touch made her shiver and gasp with pleasure. Shadow felt so good against her. She wanted to make love to the panther so badly. It was strange, she had lacked these thoughts a few moments before, and yet they now were at the forefront of her mind.

She wished to serve, to obey, to be loved and caressed by the bipedal beast that stood before her. As the panthress withdrew her hand, Sam felt her mind clearing, but she smiled at her master as she stood in the door.

"Won't you come in?" she offered, motioning the feline inside. It was the chance she had been waiting for. There were pictures and videos all over the internet, though any hosted on a US server was shut down within minutes of its posting. Someone was trying to keep the news of the arrival of these magnificent creatures from the public, and Samantha wanted to know more about them.

Now was her chance, one of them had arrived on her doorstep. Her master had arrived and had chosen Samantha to be one of her pets. The scientist knew this instinctively from the moment Shadow's purple eyes had met her own. She belonged to the panther, now and forever.

"Thank you for coming." She said, unable to contain her grin, "I've wanted to talk with one of you for so long. Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? What do you want from us?" she said, rapid fire, unable to contain her excitement.

"My name is Shadow," the panthress purred, "And until last week, I was just a simple panther in the zoo." She said, sitting down on the couch, motioning Samantha onto the couch beside her

"As far as I can tell, there was something in the city's water supply that began to transform us, and unlocked strange abilities within me. I have yet to find another who has my unique abilities. But most of us are able to grant the gift of change in others; the other zoo animals and myself, our seed and our saliva able to grant humans a portion of our DNA."

Samantha nodded, snuggling up to her master. The panther was gorgeous, soft black fur covering her toned, athletic body. She had perfect breasts, curves to die for, the perfect combination of human woman and sensual feline. Though at a second glance, Shadow did not seem entirely panther.

It was hard to see in the dim light, but Shadow had purple tiger stripes that blended in with her black fur. She also had a soft mane of purple fur on her neck and chest, a mane that blended into her waist length purple hair. She wore no clothes and Samantha's gaze wandered between her master's legs, where the feline's sheath rested. Male and female in one; a hermaphrodite. Interesting.

"We have transformed a significant portion of Central City into creatures like ourselves, and I have taken the liberty of infusing a portion of myself into a handful of followers and sending them out in different directions to spread the changes. Once this is made public and everything is out in the open, the government will have great difficulty in simply making all the transformed humans and animals disappear." Shadow explained.

Samantha found herself agreeing; it seemed like a perfectly acceptable strategy, especially since so many of those she had talked to online had enjoyed their changes. They all said there was a pleasant sensation that flowed through them at all times, making them feel good. And the enhanced sensitivity that came with the changes, many of which involved enhancements of the primary and secondary sexual characteristics, had many that had been uncomfortable with their looks adoring their new forms. If only for the powerful sensations they gave.

"I'm not sure how it all works, or what purpose it was meant to serve. But I sense that you are quite interested in discovering a great deal more about us. One of my abilities is that I can guide the emotions and desires of others. Like I've done to you. You don't have to worry, my abilities can only give you nudges in directions that you yourself would willingly take, or would with a few weeks time with me."

She had been awe struck at the sight of Shadow on her doorstep, not sure how to react. But the panther's gaze had instantly calmed Samantha, enthralled her. Shadow's primarily female form was soft, snuggly, and sensual, and though Samantha had never given thought to sex with a woman, well... Shadow wasn't quite a woman. With the pleasure, and the research opportunities, the panther could provide, Sam could easily see herself as accepting the honor of becoming one of Shadow's pets. Plus she needed to experience the transformation herself, to be able to properly document the process.

"Tonight several of us are going to the local branch offices of an organization that my caretakers at the zoo found particularly repugnant. They seem to hold feral animal life sacred above all else, have little regard for the lives of sentient beings, and essentially believe that essentially every creature mankind has laid hands upon has become corrupted and no longer deserving of life. I want you to accompany us, to watch and observe, to take notes on the changes, whatever you need to do to begin your studies into all of this."

Shadow reached out and ran a handpaw through Samantha's hair, making her quiver with delight. The human nodded, unable to give voice to her happiness. Instead she found Shadow's muzzle pressed against her lips, a warm sensation spreading throughout her body.

"I have transformed you, just a little bit. With what shall be done tonight, I do not want you caught in the crossfire, as it were. Once we have finished, I will allow you to chose as many individuals as you like from my friends and allies to contribute to your own transformation."

Samantha sighed happily at the feeling of pleasure and contentment that filled her body after her master had kissed her. Shadow's touch no longer made her melt, but she was now able to think clearly.

The biologist grinned, "I can't wait to see the changes firsthand, and..." she shivered, "I can't wait to experience them either, master."

Shadow chuckled as she stood, offering a hand to Samantha, pulling her to her feet. The panther lead her pet to the door, stepping outside into the winter chill.

"Wait," Samantha said, "I'm going to need a coat."

The panther laughed, "The way I travel, my pet, you won't ever be cold."

The darkness of the cloudy, foggy night wrapped around them, and Samantha found herself wrapped in warm, all encompassing darkness.

-o-

Bonnie stepped inside to drive away the winter chill. The PETA regional office was essentially a glorified name for a small building set away from the poured cement structure of the animal shelter they had. Bonnie had insisted on making sure the office portion was kept well away from the shelter. Domesticated animals stank.

Out in the wild where they had room to move around, it wasn't a problem. But when humans captured such wonderful creatures and forced them into cages, or the only slightly larger houses, animal waste gathered in one place, and began to reek.

The regional director took off her coat and poured herself a cup of coffee to help drive off the chill as she headed towards her office; an evening's worth of essentially being paid to read blogs and message boards and post incendiary comments ahead. She loved purposely riling up people who were too stupid to be in the right about things.

She nodded to Kelsey, her secretary, who blushed and clicked the mouse of her computer, likely she had been playing solitaire and didn't want her boss to know. Bonnie didn't care, there wasn't all that much work to be done.

She sipped her coffee as she entered her office. The taste spread over her tongue and she almost spit it out. It didn't taste bad, in fact it tasted quite good, but she hadn't been expecting the strange, exotic taste.

Bonnie licked her lips and gulped down the rest of the cup. It was unexpected, but it was oh so tasty. She flicked on the lights and closed the door behind her. The coffee had warmed her up, and the warmth seemed to seep into her veins, spreading it throughout her body, her loins in particular.

She began to pant, her clothes suddenly feeling itchy on her body, her sex aching with need. Bonnie smiled and locked the door to her office, making sure all the shades were closed.

She sat down behind her desk and picked up the phone, pressing the intercom button to Kelsey's desk. "No calls, no visitors, nothing. I don't want to be disturbed." She said, beginning to stroke herself through the fabric of her pantyhose, beneath her skirt.

"Mmm... certainly Ms. Blake." Kelsey replied.

"Ah... thank you." The director said, hanging up.

Bonnie stood as she began to unbutton her blouse, the air felt good on her bare skin. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. She had been a naughty girl today, coming into work without any panties. It gave her a sense of power, sitting behind the desk in a short skirt, legs spread as often as not, she would be flashing the people she met with if the desk had not been between them.

With her blouse open and her bra gone the itchy feeling had subsided, it seemed enough to satisfy her lustful body. Bonnie couldn't remember ever being this horny, but she didn't mind it.

She sat down once more, leaning back in her chair and propping her feet up on her mostly bare desk. Bonnie leaned back as far as the chair would go as she cupped one of her breasts with one hand, the other slowly and gently stroking her netherlips and clit through the sheer fabric of her nylons.

Bonnie wanted to go faster, harder, to banish her lust and get to work, but a voice in her head told her to wait. That the experience would be all the grander if she slowed her pace, fanning the flames of her desire.

She sighed, smiled, and proceeded to do just that.

-o-

Kelsey set the phone back in its cradle, biting her bottom lip. She stood and winced at the quivers of pleasure that surged through her body as her bare thighs rubbed together. Bonnie was likely going to watch a movie on her computer for a few hours, so she wasn't going to come out and see what Kelsey was doing; but the PETA office itself was still open, which could be easily changed.

The secretary went into the small lobby and locked the outer doors, pulling down the blinds over them. She repeated the process on the inner doors, making sure that no one would come in.

Kelsey turned out most of the lights and then returned to her desk, almost slipping as she stepped on her discarded panties on the bare wood floor.

It had started about fifteen minutes ago, after she had prepared the coffee and had a cup. Bonnie must've changed the brew, as it was absolutely delicious. She had found herself getting uncomfortably aroused. She wasn't sure quite how she had found the website she'd been browsing, Shadowscape.net, but the content was so amazing, and so erotic.

It all looked so real, but it couldn't possibly be. The sight was filled with images of strange creatures, half human and half animal, and most half male and half female. The site was even playing off the outbreak of a strange disease that was sweeping the nation, the mysterious Tate-Fairchild Syndrome.

The site explained that this was the true result of the sickness, which wasn't truly a disease, but a passing from person to person of a magical gift. She had spent the last few minutes waiting for a video to download. It was a large, lengthy file. She had to know. It couldn't possibly be real. It has to be prosthetics, photomanipulation, and computer animation.

But every frame of an eight minute video, that would take forever to do and the site had so many videos. She held her breath as she double-clicked the completed download. She'd muted the volume so her boss wouldn't hear.

Kelsey watched with wide eyed fascination as a snow leopardess smiled at the camera, leaning back on a bed. She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, her black and red streaked hair done up in pigtails, a white button up clung to her six plentiful breasts, her skirt tented with erection.

The leopardess pushed the skirt aside, mouth open in a gasp or a moan as she began to stroke her maleness. No way this was fake, it looked far too real, the attention to detail would have been tremendous.

With the high definition video Kelsey couldn't see any oddness with the leopardess' fur. The light fell on it just as it ought to, as well as on her clothes, and that delicious black cock.

So bestial, so beautiful, it wasn't human, though it was similarly sized with a similar shape. It was most definitely feline; it featured small spines and emerged from a furry sheath. It was the sexiest thing Kelsey had ever seen.

She flipped off the light on her desk, the only illumination from the low watt safety light directly above her desk. She imagined that she was in the room with the leopardess, sitting on the bed; teacher and naughty student.

The kitten was performing for her; Yuri had been a bad girl and was now making up for her teacher's displeasure. On the screen the leopardess spread her legs wide, one hand lifting her sheath up, exposing the black lips of her femsex below.

Kelsey mimicked the leopard's movements as both began to finger themselves. So beautiful, so perfect. Kelsey wondered what it would feel like to have a cock. She ran her thumb over the nub of her clit as Yuri ran a fingertip over her length.

If TFS was real, what would it feel like? Kelsey wondered. With so many people, and animals the site said, transformed into large breasted, well endowed hermaphrodites, it would probably start with something sexual.

A strange, mysterious lust; yeah, that sounded about right: an intense desire to fuck and play with herself. Once she gave in, the changes would start. It would start with her clitty, which would begin to swell, grow sensitive.

Kelsey shivered as her pleasure seemed to increase.

There would likely be a sort of lustful fog that permeated her thoughts, stripped away inhibitions that were no longer needed as a half-beast. Then the changes would start, her clit beginning to grow as she caressed it, slowly elongating and thickening, well on its way to being a cock.

The secretary moaned softly in her lust-fogged state. She wasn't quite in touch with reality. She felt like she was dreaming and that she was aware that it was a dream, so there was no problem with the unreality of her little button growing outward, suddenly two inches long and as big around as a quarter.

Kelsey grinned; it would feel just like that. She must've fallen asleep at her desk this afternoon, and was dreaming this whole thing with the animal-people and the porn.

Her new cock grew, lengthening, thickening, its hard warmth filling her hand, filling her body with sweet delight. She looked down and smiled at her new shaft, licking her lips. She looked up at the video; Yuri was now on the side of the bed, the camera down between her legs as she bent in half, her cock large enough to take into her mouth.

It wasn't big enough for that, and Kelsey was nowhere near flexible enough. But this was a dream after all. She placing her feet up on the desk, her body giving off soft pops as her transformation continued, allowing her hot pink shaft to slip between her lips. Wet, sticky, salty, but wonderfully tasty.

It would alter now, taking on aspects of the animal that Kelsey was to become. The secretary felt her length quiver, the flesh moving around, clay shaped by an invisible hand. The tip seemed to split, the length dividing down the middle. Was she growing two cocks?

No, just the one; the split ceased about halfway down. Kelsey felt a strange tingle in her belly, likely her feminine parts altering to match her new species. As Kelsey sucked she began to finger herself frantically, no longer paying any attention to the video.

Her high heels suddenly felt tight around her feet. The feeling made Kelsey giggle, the sound muted by the presence of her new manhood crammed down her throat. She kicked them off. The impeding destruction of her other clothes didn't bother her. It would be sexy, a symbolic casting aside of her humanity. She would tear through her clothes and be reborn.

Already she felt a tightness in her chest, her breasts growing to a beautiful, bountiful, voluptuous size. Her hips and rump seemed to be doing the same to match. Kelsey felt her legs pop, the bones shifting into a new configuration, black claws pushing their way out of her socks.

There was a sudden discomfort in her backside, which prompted Kelsey to uncurl from her auto-fellatio and stand up. She moaned loudly as her new tail tore its way free of her skirt and shirt, extending out behind her.

With a half-growl half-moan she gripped her shirt in both hands and pulled, tearing off the buttons and sending them scattering across the room. She took more care with her bra, mainly because she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to break the clasps or the metal wire.

Kelsey hopped up onto her desk, rump raised into the air. She wrapped one hand around her shaft, the other taking a plump breast in a tight grip and squeezing it. The secretary cried out with delight as she felt something seem to give inside of her, a small stream of milk leaking from her clutched breast, soaking some papers on the table.

She felt her head begin to shift, her ears lengthening, face pushing forward into a muzzle. Kelsey laughed as the ticklish sensation of emerging fur swept over her entire body. Her belly tickled for a few moments longer. The transforming woman brought clawed fingertips to her tummy, wondering what had changed there.

Something felt strange, loose, like a flap of skin. A pouch! A marsupial pouch! The realization of what she was becoming seemed to spur on the changes. Her body mass shifted, her feet growing larger, her calves shrinking, her hips growing even larger.

Kelsey twitched her elongated ears, threw back her head, and cried out with ecstasy as she climaxed. It felt better than anything she had ever imagined, thick strands of seed splattering onto her paperwork.

The new kangaroo quivered as her transformed body worked through the aftershocks of her climax. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt a hand on her cheek. Claws traced through her fur, a soft, leathery palm pad caressing her.

Kelsey opened her eyes and peered up into the purple gaze of a beautiful panther. The kangaroo smiled and snuggled up against her master's caress.

"Under the guise of saving animals from the actions of humans you and others like you cause pain, suffering, and misery to humans and animals alike. Your ideals supposedly exalt the life of simple beasts over thinking beings. You seek to destroy all animals with ties to humans. The actions of this organization are hypocritical in nature." Shadow said softly.

Kelsey winced and found herself tearing up, wondering what she had done to anger her master and what would make it better.

"I cannot allow this harm to continue. For you penance you will be caring for animals with love and affection. You will care for orphaned creatures as if they were your own children. All that has been done to you is something that you would, in time, accept and cherish. All I have done is coaxed your mind to the destination it would have taken anyway. Until the scales have balanced out, you will not be your own person, but rather my pet."

Kelsey nodded, understanding.

"I will send you where you need to be and release your mind, allowing your true self to re-emerge. Just do what comes naturally and enjoy your new role." Shadow purred, leaning forward and kissing Kelsey on the lips. The kangaroo mmmed softly, trying to reciprocate when she felt a strange pop.

It was like she had gone from one place to another in the blink of any eye. She looked down at herself, her clothes were gone and she...

Kelsey blinked and gasped eyes wide. The strange dreamy fog around her mind had vanished, as the panther said it would. She shuddered, she was half-kangaroo! And not only that but she was also part male! She had a cock!

She found herself tearing up, unable to believe what was going on. She looked like a monster! A fuzzy, cuddly, sexy monster, but a monster none the less.

Kelsey's ears turned towards a soft sound, small, quiet mews.

The room around her was quite nice; it looked rather like a study or a sitting room. There were shelves full of books and several comfortable couches and chairs.

She traced the sounds to a wicker basket in the corner, filled with soft blankets. Placed within was a pair of tawny lion kittens, mewing their hunger for milk.

Kelsey peered down at them, fighting the urge to pluck them up and hold them to her breasts. The very thought sent a thrill through her loins. Her instructs said to feed them, but her mind said to run, to go to the authorities. Maybe they could change her back?

She sighed and began to pace, absentmindedly hopping rather than walking. The motion made her milk filled breasts jiggle, it felt quite pleasant. She paused and looked down at her naked body, running her hands over her soft fur, gripping her long, thick tail.

It didn't feel so bad. It didn't feel bad at all. It was just... different. Kelsey thought about it, she wasn't particular fond of the way she had looked before. This was exotic, different. She would stand out in a crowd.

The kangaroo looked over herself once more. Her only real problem with the form was that she couldn't really go out in public. Though she had her suspicions that in order to do so, all she would have to do is wait for awhile.

She smiled and hopped back over to the basket. She reached down and picked up the kittens, carrying one in her arms and placing the other in her pouch. The soft, warm kitten's presence felt good, Kelsey found herself smiling. The kitten found Kelsey's marsupial teats and began to suckle, drawing out the nourishing milk.

Kelsey moaned softly, feeling her member twitch, beginning to go erect. She lay back on the couch, bringing the second kitten close to her breast, allowing him to nurse as well.

She held the kitten with one hand; the other began to stroke her new maleness.

The kangaroo grinned; this wasn't much of a punishment. It was quite fun.

And besides, she was doing more to help animals by giving the kittens a meal than the months she had spent as Bonnie's secretary.

She wondered briefly what was going to happen to her boss. More than likely Bonnie was going to be transformed as well.

Kelsey found herself wishing she could see it.

She closed her eyes and began to imagine what Shadow was going to turn Bonnie into.

The kangaroo giggled, why not a bunny? Bonnie Bunny.

-o-

"Hmm... a bunny. I like that." Said a voice that Bonnie couldn't quite place. The sound seemed to be coming from the room, but she couldn't quite focus on where it was. She knew there was someone in the room, but she just couldn't quite focus on them.

She saw the cameras, though. Cameras placed on tripods that had seemed to appear out of nowhere, filming her as she pleasured herself. They were most definitely turned on, and the thought of her actions being recorded, viewed by others, made Bonnie blush deeply.

She wasn't thinking clearly, the thoughts that filled her mind were of her own pleasure. Her caresses increased in their pace, a stuttered gasp escaping Bonnie's lips as she was finally allowed to pleasure herself, not merely sustain her arousal.

"What's that?" a second voice said, quieter than the first.

"Nothing," replied the first voice. Both were female, though the first sounded more authoritative, but also sexier and more casual, "Merely a suggestion from the peanut gallery."

Bonnie knew she was being watched, that despite closing the blinds that someone was watching everything she did with interest. She wanted to get up, to find the voyeur and shoo them away, but she couldn't possibly stop pleasuring herself now that she was free to grant herself delicious climax.

She groaned loudly, expressing her displeasure, "G-go away!" she panted, out of breath from the exertion of toying with herself for several minutes, "You p-p-perverts!"

A pair of lavender eyes seemed to glow in the dark, a melodious voice whispering to her, "I don't think you'd mind us." The voice said, "In fact, it makes you hot and bothered, doesn't it? Pleasuring yourself in front of others."

"N-no!" Bonnie protested, "I... I..." her blush deepened as her body quivered, a flood of erotic juices pushing out of her.

"It shames you, but it makes you so hot and wet at the same time. In fact, the very thought of touching yourself while the eyes of others are upon you gives you pleasure, doesn't it?" the voice purred.

"I... I..." Bonnie panted, her pleasure heightening as she heard the words. What the unseen voyeur was saying struck true, whatever she said seemed to draw out the feelings mentioned within her.

"In fact merely thinking about being watched makes you wet. Whenever someone looks at you while you are aroused, whether they know it or not, you feel pleasure. You can climax merely by being under someone's gaze. You'll try to stop your hands from caressing your body, but even without physical contact, eventually you will climax." The voice purred on.

Bonnie's eyes began to tear up as her pussy felt so hot and needy. She tore at her pantyhose, making a hole wide enough for her to slip her fingers in. She couldn't take it anymore, just caressing her eager sex wasn't enough anymore.

But what really ached was not her cunny; rather it was the small nubbin above it that demanded attention. Bonnie began to caress it with her fore and ring fingers, moaning softly as she felt it swell beneath her caress. Her gaze darted fearfully around the room, wondering what was happening to her.

The two voices seemed to whisper to one another, and Bonnie didn't like the sound of it.

"Bonnie," purred the first voice, "From now on the more you grow aroused, the larger your breasts and penis will grow. When you climax, they will reach their maximum size, and become the most sensitive they get. If you can refrain from sexual thoughts and actions, they will return to their present size."

Bonnie blinked, puzzled, "But I... I don't have a... a...." her words were lost in a pleasured moan as her clit shifted, surging outward to tent her pantyhose. The presence of the organ horrified and sickened her, but she couldn't help but wrap her hand around it and stroke, it felt too good not to.

The faster she stroked, the better it felt, and the larger the organ grew. In a few moments it was too thick for Bonnie to wrap her hand around. Her fear was suddenly forgotten as a tightness in her chest drew Bonnie's attention away from her glistening length.

As the voice had promised, her breasts were growing larger as Bonnie pleasured herself. The willpower required to cease pleasuring her sensitive netherparts was far too much for Bonnie to muster. She merely watched as the fabric of her dress shirt tightened around the swelling mounds.

She didn't want to ruin her shirt, but she also found herself wanting to caress her growing orbs, to feel the soft flesh swell beneath her fingers. Bonnie looked down at her shaft, ceasing her stroking. It wasn't quite as hard as it ought to be, it was softer and more flexible than the shafts of Bonnie's past boyfriends.

Her pantyhose could no longer contain her elongating length and the precum sodden nylons tore. Bonnie closed her eyes and whimpered softly. She bit her lip as she reluctantly slid her fingers free of her netherlips. She took her member in both hands, gripping beneath the head, which she guided into her aching slit.

A shiver of ecstasy made her cry out as she guided her new cock deeper and deeper into herself. It felt so... right. It made all her aches stop. She began to fumble with the buttons for her shirt, but the fabric was drawn too tight for her to open the garment.

With a soft growl she tore her shirt open, sending buttons flying. She sighed softly as her hands gripped basketball sized breasts. They were so soft, malleable, her hands sunk about a half an inch into them.

She sighed happily as her breasts continued to expand, the rate quicker now that she was paying attention to them. So large and soft, they felt so very, very good. Bonnie hugged her breasts, no longer able to recall why she had been upset.

She began to lap gently at the soft, smooth skin, enjoying the sensations that her changed body granted her. She was fucking herself and it was the best sex she'd ever had. Even with the penis and the gargantuan breasts, Bonnie didn't mind this at all. Not if she could keep it under control.

With all the sweet sensations flowing through her body, Bonnie ignored the small tingling twitches elsewhere. Her ears were first; they began to lengthen, growing flat and smooth all the while as they shifted higher on her head. They began to thicken as well, girth adding to the increased length and width.

For a few moments they stood upright, then their weight overcame the ability and they fell back. Bonnie shivered as the sensation of soft leather caressed her long ears. She looked up to find a pair of lavender eyes peering down at her, twinkling with a smile that covered a feline face.

Bonnie found herself returning the smile, the last remnants of her fears leaving her. The panthress continued to stroke Bonnie's ears, seeming to coax them to grow further. In a few moments they were longer than Bonnie's hair, and would reach down to her shoulder blades if she had been standing. Shadow continued to caress her pet's sensitive ears while other changes began to take place.

Bonnie felt like she was floating, effortless and weightless in a sea of lust and pleasure. She paid no mind to the tingling in her fingertips, the skin along the sides of her nails growing over them as they turned black and lengthened. The shape slowly began to change, leaving Bonnie with short, blunt claws.

The change repeated on her feet, new toe claws tearing through her pantyhose, scratching the desk as Bonnie thrust and bucked as she pleasured herself. But the changes to her feet were not done.

Much as her ears had done, Bonnie's feet grew in all directions at once. Soft pops of shifting leg bone accompanied the change, as did the rubbery sound of altering muscle as Bonnie's legs grew stronger.

Bonnie tilted her head back, planting her lapine feet on the desk. She could feel her pleasure rising, she was so close to climax, she could feel her body tensing. There was the sudden presence of soft lips against her own and a sandpapery tongue in her mouth.

She leaned into the kiss, but found the panthress pulling away as Bonnie's face pressed forward into a small muzzle. She began to protest, but found that the kiss no longer mattered as her body seemed to virtually erupt with climax.

Thick milk leaked from her beachball sized breasts, her cock launched thick jets of seed into her womb with hose-like intensity, and her cunny dripped its own thick climactic fluids around the presence of her member. Even her skin seemed to get in on the act, soft brown fur bristling forth from her, leaving Bonnie a busty brown bunny.

Bonnie moaned softly as her tummy began to swell with the sheer amount of seed she was pumping herself full of. She climbed off her chair and dropped onto the floor in a kneeling position. She smiled and rubbed her increasingly big and round tummy. Once again it was strange, but it felt so right. Everything felt right, just perfect, the way to was meant to be.

In a few moments Bonnie's belly looked massively pregnant, her heavy, squishy, milk-filled breasts resting atop it, looking rather like three obscenely larger melons attached to Bonnie's smallish frame. The newly transformed rabbit hugged her breasts and tummy, which continued to grow even as her seed production had tapered off.

Bonnie coaxed her shaft from her sex, the flexible length dribbling a few last drops of seed onto the floor. She looked around at the cameras, her facial fur fluffing in a blush. She knew that she wasn't quite done performing and hopped up onto her desk, laying down with her legs spread.

-o-

"What is she doing, Shadow?" Samantha whispered to her master.

The panther smiled and caressed her human servant's hair, "She's preparing to lay eggs."

"Umm... rabbits don't lay eggs." Samantha said, looking confused.

"Then explain the Easter Bunny." Shadow said with a chuckle, "Her eggs aren't truly fertilized, and the shells are porous. They will accept any seed that is brought against it, and will result in the conception of a creature of the seed's type. It is my hope to use the eggs of Bonnie, and those like her, to help repopulate some of the world's endangered species."

Samantha smiled and leaned into her master's caress, "That is very noble. But don't you think you'll get in trouble for this sort of vigilante justice? I don't blame you for what you're doing, but I don't think the authorities would accept something like this."

Shadow chuckled, "My pet, not only would they have to tie me to the disappearances in a time where so many disappearances are happening already, but they would have to find me, capture me, and devise a way that I cannot simply shadow-walk out of their prison."

The scientist nodded, "You were telling me while we waited about how you can grant your power to others..." she began and trailed off, not sure how to approach the subject.

"Oh don't worry my pet, I plan on making you my familiar whenever you feel that you've seen enough demonstration and would like to fully experience the changes for yourself." The panthress purred.

"Can you keep me human and still make me your familiar?" Samantha asked, licking her lips.

Shadow smiled and brought a handpaw to her cheek, "And why would you want that, little one?"

Samantha blushed, "I... I want to transform myself. You said you could alter yourself as you wished, and I..." she looked down at the ground, "I want to design my own form."

Shadow smiled, she could feel the growing lust and desire within her pet. The transformations of the two PETA members had aroused Samantha greatly. The panther had seen the looks her pet was giving the gravid bunny.

The panther hugged her pet, her lips meeting her pets, thin tendrils of black and purple mist leaked from between their lips as the power flowed from Shadow into Samantha. The human gasped as her cell in her body seemed to spark with power, just waiting to be unleashed.

Knowledge filled her mind, some of her master's plans, her desires, her goals. Samantha shivered and felt needful wetness ooze from her sex at the images she'd seen in her head. She looked at the gravid bunny and shook her head.

"Oh master," Samantha gasped, "Please, let me do it! Please let me change her!" she begged, "Please let me change the last one!"

Shadow smiled as she leaned down and kissed her newest familiar. Though Samantha Shadow could utilize her power at a distance; the panthress could see though her eyes, utilize her senses, and Samantha, of course, could also act on her own.

Samantha was Shadow's fourth familiar, and the feline knew she could only take two, possibly three more before she could not draw upon that particular Rune any longer. Of course the Rune's power would begin to build. But it would be months before Shadow could create a second crop of gifted servants.

"You have all you need to fulfill your desires and mine, sweet Samantha." Shadow purred, "I'll tend to our breeder bunny, you pass judgment upon the executioner."

Samantha nodded, accepting one more kiss from her master before she wrapped the darkness around herself and vanished.

Shadow smiled and turned to Bonnie. The feline ran a hand over the lapin's rounded, egg filled tummy, making the rabbit moan with pleasure. She looked at Shadow, a pleading look in her eyes, one of confusion and need.

The panthress rounded the desk, coaxing Bonnie's head back, "The eggs do not come by themselves, little breeder," Shadow purred, "They come with a price. You must pleasure and perform for others in order to empty your belly of its burden."

Bonnie peered up at her master with wide, frightened eyes. She also found herself licking her lips and forcing herself to swallow often as she found herself drooling at the sight of the leopard's purple member.

"Now, pleasure your master and let us see how many eggs you have filled yourself with." Shadow said with a chuckle, slowly sliding her shaft into Bonnie's eager, awaiting mouth.

-o-

Mickie turned her head from side to side, making sure that there was no one else in the parking lot. There had been a lot of strange disappearances lately, as well as a number of strange attempted rapes by people in animal costumes. She found herself wondering what all that was about, if it was one weirdo with a bunch of costumes, or like an entire cult.

Or perhaps the animal-people had been aliens or something. That would be more interesting, and quite a lot of fun. Half-man, half-beast creatures seeking human men and women to abduct and fill with their hybrid spawn. Mickie found herself panting a little bit just thinking about it.

There had been some pent up anger from her day job, and her usual outlet of release was unavailable, the PETA office was closed, so no parking lot sweeps today. It was only natural that her body channeled her frustration into sexual need; it had just never hit this hard before.

She began to have difficulty walking as she entered the building. Mickie took the elevator, even though it was one floor. She didn't think that she'd be able to handle the stairs.

Mickie barely managed to make it into her apartment before she crammed her fingers into her sodden panties. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and latched it with one hand, the other busily exploring herself.

She hadn't felt this randy in a long time, and she wished she had someone to share it with. She almost wished she had run into one of those weird costumed rapists. Almost.

Mickie turned and sighed, only to have her sigh cut off by the presence of soft lips against her own. She was shocked, stunned, and surprised, but she also felt rather strange, detached, like this wasn't anything to worry about. She found herself returning the mysterious kiss, wrapping an arm around her assailant in a hug.

Her attacker was nude, and also female. Mickie could feel the press of plentiful breasts against her own. Though unlike Mickie's, the intruder's were real. She felt a rough tongue between her lips, her tongue finding sharp canine teeth.

Coming to her senses for a moment, Mickie yelped and dove to the side, looking up at her attacker. It wasn't a woman, or a man, it seemed to be both. The shapely feminine curves, the breasts, the hips, the butt, but also a large shaft and balls; the sight made Mickie's mouth water involuntarily.

The invader chuckled at her, flicking triangular ears atop her head. As Mickie watched she could see the creature becoming less human and more feline. She shuddered, it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, but it was all so wrong!

"On the subject of wrong, Michelle," the intruder growled, "Your karma is coming back to haunt you. All the lives you've taken in the name of helping them."

Mickie was confused, not only because the creature knew her name, but she hadn't the slightest what it was referring to.

"The puppies, Michelle, the kittens. The tiny, helpless beings whose brief lives were snuffed out by your hand and a hypodermic needle, then carelessly tossed in a dumpster like so much trash."

Though the scariest thing was that the creature seemed able to read her mind. The cat-beast grinned, flexing hands that had moments before been tipped with red polished nails. Replacing them were equally red claws that slipped out of sheaths in the fingertips.

"Oh yes, I can read your mind. Peer inside and see every dark little secret. You cared nothing for the cause, only using it as an excuse to get what you wanted. What about what the animals wanted, Michelle? What about the people deprived of a loving pet because of your actions?"

Mickie backed away from the creature, the feline's hair growing out and lengthening, becoming a bright fire engine red. "I've come to allow you to restore the balance. For you to return the love and affection you stole to the world. My master's power is limited to pushing your mind in directions that you would go with a few weeks time, but a lot can happen in a few weeks." She purred, crooking a finger and beckoning Mickie forward.

The young woman couldn't help herself; she began crawling to the creature on all fours.

"However one's mind is easily capable of being pushed in so many directions with the proper stimulus. In your case I'm forcing you to perform how you would with the maximum amount of sex-pet training that could be accomplished within the scope of this ability." The feline said with a cruel chuckle.

The cat snapped her fingers, and a collar and leash appeared in her hands. She tossed the collar onto the floor and smiled, "Now, be a good girl and put it on for your mistress."

Mickie found herself acting without consulting her brain; before she knew it she had the leather and metal studded collar in her hands and had it to her neck. She tried to stop herself from fastening it, but all she managed to do was make a slight tremor in her hands.

The cat snapped the leash into the collar's eyelet and led Mickie to the couch. The cat sighed happily, propping transforming paw-feet on the ottoman. Mickie found herself pulled along, her face uncomfortably close to the feline's groin.

"Most like us need a fluid transfer in order to transform. It is a quick method of transformation, and very pleasurable. But some of us, like my master, and thus myself, can alter the body with a mere touch." The cat whispered, tracing a fingertip over Mickie's ear.

Both ears began to tickle, and Mickie raised her hands to them. She whimpered as she felt them growing longer, smoothing out, coming to points. She shuddered as she felt pleasure from them, sensitive organs meant to be petted to reward a good pet. They didn't feel quite like feline ears, they were too long and thin, elven, like those fantasy computer games.

The cat gripped Mickie's hands in her own and grinned, "Here, let's share the change together, hmm?" she purred.

The human watched in horror as her fingers shortened, the digits growing thicker. She felt soft leather pads balloon up in the invader's palms, the soft smoothness pressing against Mickie's bare skin, until the girl felt the same sensation from the other side of experience.

"No!" she whispered, "Please no!"

Mickie watched in horror as red claws slid out of her fingertips for a moment. Her hands continued to change, while the cat's had ceased. Before her eyes, Mickie's hands became a pair of large, heavy feline paws.

"Mmm... such a cute kitten." The cat purred. She leaned forward and traced a finger down Mickie's spine.

The girl moaned at the electric thrill that shot through her as a feline tail suddenly tore its way out of her shirt and pants. She could feel it moving, swaying from side to side, lifted to show her lustful desire. Mickie turned and looked at her cute new tail, blushing at the sight of it.

The intruder giggled and grasped the length, bare save for the leonine tuft at the end. She took Mickie's tail in hand and compared it to her own, and with a wicked grin tickled Mickie' nose with the both of them.

Mickie did the only thing she could do; she sneezed. Accompanying the sneeze was an expansion of her face, forever disfiguring it into a short feline muzzle. She could feel the sandpaper tongue and sharp teeth contained within, but try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to use those teeth to bite down on the creature in front of her.

"Mmm... good kitty, I think you've earned a reward for your good behavior. How about something nice and soft for a pet to snuggle up against?"

Mickie looked up at the feline, confused. She wasn't sure if that meant her captor was going to change, or if Mickie was going to be altered for the pleasured of other forcibly transformed individuals.

She sighed with relief as tawny fur sprouted from the cat's skin; Mickie couldn't help herself, she nuzzled at the soft fur with her muzzle and cheeks. She felt her tongue slipping from her lips to instinctually groom her mistress. She found herself moving closer and closer to the increasingly feline cock between the feline's legs.

It had become long, slender, slightly spined, and the same bright red that the feline's hair had become. She kept moving towards the sweet length, a droplet of precum formed on the tip. It made Mickie's mouth water. She locked her muscles, trying to prevent herself from taking the gorgeous catcock into her mouth.

"Hmm... I think you'd look a bit funny with paws up front, but not in back. Let's change that shall we?" Mickie's mistress purred.

Once more the two of them changed in sync, Mickie couldn't see her own changes, but she could feel them. The way her pants tightened over shifting leg muscles, the claws tearing through her socks and shoes, the pressure of her growing paws widening the rents.

Mickie felt her pelvis pop, her spine shift into an alternate configuration. "Please," she whispered, "Please don't make me a cat."

The feline smiled, "Oh I don't intend to transform you all the way. I don't even think that I have the power to fully transform you into an animal." She grinned wickedly, "And even if I did I wouldn't alter you fully. I'm keeping parts of you human, painfully human, to remind you of what you've done."

She reached out and stroked Mickie gently behind an ear, drawing a purr from her pet. The thoughts entered Mickie's mind so easily, the feline as her mistress and herself as a loving sex pet. She didn't want to be, but her traitorous mind formed thoughts of a lustful nature so very easily.

"But I will take your request to heart. You don't want to be a cat, that is perfectly fine." Mickie's mistress purred, tugging on the leash to coax the transforming girl into her lap. Mickie hopped up without a second thought. Part of her was happy to have so much of her so close to her mistress, the other part was glad to have the temptation of the feline shaft gone.

The feline stroked Mickie's back through her shirt, the soft caress making Mickie purr. She tried to stop herself from making the inhuman noise, but couldn't. She didn't like doing it, but being petted was better than being transformed.

Soon Mickie felt the subtle shifts flowing through her body and she shuddered at the thought. She was being petted and transformed, it was so humiliating. The changes seemed focus on her tail, which surged and swelled with each stroke. It was becoming longer and thicker, the length tapering down the further it went. Her tail was becoming increasingly more lizard-like than catlike.

The tail was something new, it wasn't even five minutes old; but Mickie felt like it was a violation of her flesh to have it altered, even though it was an alteration itself. She sobbed softly and forced herself to look away, even as her body continued to change.

Her clothes began to feel tight, her entire body growing bigger, the shape altering to that of a four legged beast. Mickie snuffled and leaned against her mistress, seeking comfort. It didn't matter that the cause of the transformation was the very same being she sought for comfort. She would welcome any sort of loving contact.

"My master has a fondness for oversized elements, my pet." The lioness purred, "But I think it would be needlessly cruel to condemn you with a pair of incredible breasts and a cock the size of a log. I think you would better learn your lesson if I gifted you in a different manner."

Mickie's eyes widened in horror, she hadn't thought that the creature would go so far as to violate her gender. But it did make sense, her mistress was a beautiful hermaphrodite, and her pet ought to be a herm as well in order to properly slake all her mistress' desires. The very thought made her loins ache.

The lioness laughed and slipped her hands beneath Mickie's shirt. The feline removed her pet's increasingly tight bra, making Mickie sigh in relief. But the hands did not retract, but rather slid around to cup Mickie's large breasts.

"Always been a girl prideful of her appearance to men, I see. You need not worry about your falsies anymore, my dear, allow me to grant you what you desire."

Mickie moaned softly as a sudden heat filled her breasts, she could feel them changing as her mistress transformed the implants into true flesh. The lioness teased them, making them grow larger still.

The pet began to moan softly at her mistress' caress, a blush spreading over her face as she realized that she actually enjoyed having her breasts groped like this, having them grow larger. She could feel her sexual need beginning to overtake her rational mind.

"Mmm... my pet likes being rubbed like this, doesn't she?" the lioness purred. Her hands moved downward from breast to ribcage, "Then by all means, I think I ought to give you more of them for your masters to pet."

Mickie sucked in a breath between her teeth as a sudden erotic thrill shot through her body. It felt like someone was welding new pleasure centers onto her nervous system and she experienced the heat as spikes of near-orgasmic pleasure.

She felt herself tearing up once more, torn between wanting to flee, to get away from the changes, to remain for her mistress' obvious amusement and pleasure at her transformation, or merely to get the feline to tear Mickie's clothes away and ravish her as he body demanded.

Tears began to leak down Mickie's muzzled face as she felt a second pair of plentiful orbs swell up beneath the first. Their added weight felt good, natural, like they should have been there all along, and only now had appeared.

She cried all the harder as she found herself craving more. Her shirt strained at the presence of four bountiful breasts and began to tear at the seams under the strain of an additional pair appearing.

The lioness laughed and stuck a claw into the stressed fabric, cutting a line down the middle, allowing Mickie's six breasts to spill out, free of restraint. They felt good, basketball sized tits pressing against one another, the slightest motion making them sway and jiggle.

The lioness slipped out from beneath Mickie, the quadrupedal girl's body now much larger, taking up the entire span of the couch. The feline coaxed the sniffling cat-lizard onto her back and took a seat, straddling her waist.

Mickie watched as the lioness sat, her gaze fixated on the bright red catcock. She shuddered as her mistress gripped her lowermost breasts, parting them to allow the member to slip between them.

Laying as she was, Mickie was able to fully take in the scope and scale of the changes. She was a quadrupedal beast now. Aside from her still human skin, breasts, and the scraps of her clothing that still clung to her, there would be no mistaking her for anything even close to human.

Her loins ached; her cunny throbbed, demanding attention, demanding freedom from the cotton and denim prison it was contained in. Mickie opened her mouth to beg her mistress for release, to cram that beautiful catcock between her legs, but all that came out of her mouth was a soft, low mewl.

"For the time being I've removed your ability to talk. You weren't doing much with it aside from trying to shirk your punishment by pleading." The lioness said with a laugh, pressing Mickie's breasts against her member, thrusting gently against the soft flesh.

Mickie whimpered softly, she didn't want to be tit fucked. If she was going to be put through the humiliation of being used as a sex toy, she wanted to get something out of it.

Mickie's mistress grinned, "Oh I think we can arrange that."

The lioness' tail curled around, slipping between Mickie's legs; she swore she could somehow feel the fluffy tuft through her sodden jeans. It tickled her clit, making it itch and...

Mickie gasped in a mix of horror and pleasure as she felt her swelling hot, hard flesh tear through her jeans. She didn't even have a moment to gauge what her new cock was like before her mistress impaled herself onto it.

The lioness moaned softly, her inner depths just as eager and wet as Mickie's own. The pet wasn't sure of the size, shape, or scale of her new member, all she knew is that it felt good; uncomfortably good, good enough that the pleasure of using it easily outweighed the humiliation of having it added onto her body.

She could feel it continue to grow, probing deeper and deeper into her mistress' body, making the lioness meowl and moan with delight. Mickie didn't have a problem with her cock, not at all; it felt so incredible that she knew that given the choice, she'd never part with it.

But the next growth bothered her tremendously, the sudden pressure of a heavy pair of balls between her legs. They were large, thick, heavy with seed, and they were also trapped in her clothes. Mickie mewled softly, hoping to convey her discomfort to her mistress.

The lioness chuckled and Mickie could feel herself changing again, growing even larger. She cried out as her expanding thighs tore her jeans apart. Only the fastened waistband kept them against her body. With a soft series of pops, the buttons parted ways with the fabric, finally freeing Mickie's nethers.

The beast breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing, letting her mistress pleasure herself on the body she had designed for her own lusts. There was nothing Mickie could do about her situation, and her sex pet side told her to just enjoy it and have fun.

"Pleasure me to the best of your ability and I'll give you a piece of your humanity back." The lioness purred.

Mickie looked into her mistress' beautiful amethyst eyes and smiled, just a little bit. Her large forepaws came up, pulling the lioness against her pet's plentiful breasts. Mickie crossed her wrists, hugging the feline against her body, holding her in place so she could draw out her shaft and thrust back in. The position also pressed Mickie's lowest breasts even tighter around the lioness' cock.

The feline clung tightly to Mickie, thrusting into the soft tunnel of breast flesh, her eager depths pulling hungrily at the quadruped's cock. Mickie could hear her mistress' breathing grow faster and faster and she felt her own pleasure soar higher and higher.

Soon the beast could no longer contain her climax and erupted into her owner's cunny, the onrush of climax seeming to last forever as she filled the soft, snuggly lioness with seed again and again.

It took a few moments for the feline to catch her breath. She grinned sinisterly, "Oh that's a naughty girl, Michelle, cumming before your mistress."

Mickie blinked, she had felt the cat arch against her, felt the walls around her shaft tighten but...

She blushed and lowered her eyes. She felt no warm wetness between her breasts. Her mistress' maleness had not climaxed.

The lioness pulled herself up, Mickie's cock parting from her with a wet pop. The beast found herself craving her own shaft. It was the same pale pink as her nipples, long and thick, long enough to reach past her lowest breasts and rest atop the middle pair. It was shaped strangely, like a horse mixed with a feline with some added bits, like the strange spade-shaped tip.

The lioness tugged at Mickie's leash, and the beast found herself rolling over onto the floor and instinctively going to her mistress' side. The lioness patted Mickie's flank.

"I'll give you one more chance. Make me climax and I will restore a generous portion of your human form." She purred, gripping Mickie's thick tail in her handpaws.

She pulled it upward and suddenly thrust into her pet's long neglected femsex. Mickie yowled as the spines tugged at her with every move her mistress made. She found herself pressing against the floor, using the leverage to push back against the wonderful kittycock inside of her.

She had no idea how she was going to be able to last against the onslaught. The feline pounded into her, thrusting as hard as she could, knowing Mickie's muscular, bestial body could take it.

Mickie felt a pressure building within herself, her cock rubbing against her breasts with each movement. She was going to cum again, and soon. Unexpectedly she felt the lioness tense behind her, a sudden liquid warmth seeming to make Mickie's body go crazy.

It was like she had blacked out and missed a portion of build up to her climax, she suddenly found her pleasure centers exploding with delight as the lioness came into her.

Her body seemed to hunger for seed, cherished it, sought to milk every last drop that she could out of the sexy kitten. She looked back and smiled at her mistress, blinking a few times at the final change that had occurred in the lioness; a pair of gorgeous orange-red wings.

Mickie moaned softly as the sphinx withdrew her shaft. Her mistress grinned and patted Mickie on the head, rubbing her behind the ears.

"Good girl, Michelle," the sphinx purred, "Now as promised...."

The feline knelt before her pet, she kissed her plaything deeply, handpaws gripping Mickie's front breasts. It felt strange to the beast, as if she were taffy being pulled.

She felt herself stretch, growing forward. Her breasts felt like they were inflating, and so did her forelegs. She couldn't see what the sphinx was doing to her, but it felt so wonderful.

The feline slowly began to stand, bringing Mickie up with her. In a few moments she was standing, her lips still against Mickie's, her hands still on the beast's breasts. She finally broke the kiss, allowing Mickie to look down upon her altered form.

She was still mostly quadruped, below the neck nothing had changed, four paws, a predatory body, six large breasts, an equally massive cock, and a long, serpentine tail with a tuft at the end.

But above the former neck of her body there was a humanoid torso. Equally large and powerful as the rest of her, Mickie's upper body still remained quite bestial. Her hands sported thick claws, large leathery palm pads, and a distribution of muscle that said "predator" rather than "athlete."

Mickie had a fourth pair of breasts, larger than the others, but these adorned her humanoid chest. She found herself caressing her new breasts, eyes filled with tears of gratitude.

She couldn't help it, she hugged the sphinx to her, soft fur and feathers feeling heavenly on her bare, still human skin. She had performed well for her mistress and been rewarded. It didn't matter to her that the sphinx had been the one that had stolen her humanity in the first place.

But Mickie's changes weren't done. She felt a warm liquid sensation inside her, moving through her tauric body, up into her humanoid belly, and down into her tail. She felt like balloons were slowly being inflated inside of her. She looked to her mistress in confusion.

"You see, my pet," Samantha purred, "You're being punished for your crimes. Not only will you have to bring pleasure to counterbalance the pain you've caused, but you will have to create new life to make up for the deaths."

Mickie stared at her, dumbfounded.

"To all animals, they see you as one of their own. Your body is designed to be fertilized by any sort of seed. But you will never birth sentient young. Not as you are. Any lover like myself that you pleasure will impregnate you. You have a very large, multichambered womb to aid with this. Every time you encounter seed, even having it on your skin, or have it run down your throat, will result in another egg being generated by your body."

"You will lay eggs, and when your young hatch they will be animals of a kind that your lover has expressed in their genome. You're already beginning to fill with kittens as we speak."

The sphinx placed a handpaw on Mickie's upper belly, which had already begun to grow rounded with the growing egg within.

"But you do not need a lover with a human aspect to them, oh no. We can artificially inseminate you with so many endangered species."

Mickie tried to back away, to flee from her fate. But her legs held firm, her loins began to moisten and throb as Mickie's mistress explained her fate.

"Or if you're a very good girl, or a very bad girl, or we want to put on a nice show, we can have something of proper size mate you directly."

The taur began to pant, her mistress words struck her to the very core. It was sickening, disgusting, demeaning, humiliating, but the very thought made her so very, very horny. Mickie felt a blush raise on her face and chest, her skin flushing a dark red with her embarrassment.

"Just think of it, Michelle, your soft, curvaceous, beautiful human skinned body, your sleek lizard tail lifted, an excited stallion being lead into the room. He approaches you, sniffs the air, mounts you... just think of what it will feel like to have so much horny, heavy horse on your back, so much thick, bestial horsecock crammed into your sex...."

Mickie couldn't help it, she cried out as her body tensed, a thick torrent of love juices leaking down her hind legs, joining the thick gouts of seed that burst forth from her own horse-like shaft.

She began to cry, she didn't want to be a sex pet, didn't want to be a breeder, didn't want to be fucked by huge, sexy stallions. But each thought of resistance was met by an erotic thrill though her body and doing just that. She loved it, she loved the thought of the beast on her back, pumping into her, belly swelling with animal spawn, of being used for the pleasure of other half-human creatures like her mistress. She loved it and she hated it and her hatred only made her body long for it all the more.

Michelle looked down at her body, then to her mistress. She still could not speak, but she knew the sphinx could read her mind.

Samantha smiled and patted her shoulder, "No fur, no scales. We're keeping you as human as we can for our purposes. Every time you see yourself, I want you to think about what you've done, of how sorry you are for it. It is also a reminder, that no matter how much you would like to retreat into yourself, to let your instincts take over, that you yourself are not, nor will you ever be, a mindless, instinctual beast."

"You are below animals, Michelle, as you will be until you've paid your debt. Bringing two lives into this world for every single one you removed from it."

The feline gave a tug on Michelle's leash, the human skinned cat-lizard obediently following along. She felt herself blushing again, the thought of going down the hallway, of all her friends and neighbors seeing what she had become...

Then the darkness seemed to wrap around them and then Michelle was someplace else, plucked away from her apartment and brought to her new home.

"There will be no more fun tonight, my pet." Samantha purred, leading Michelle down the hallway, "You will need to rest. I'll place you with the other new pets, I think you may find that they are somewhat familiar."

Michelle nodded and walked into the room Samantha had lead her to. She took the leash in her hands and unfastened it, hanging it upon a rack on the wall were several similar leashes were placed.

She looked around the room, her eyes drinking in the strange, exotic forms of her roommates, soft fur, beautiful scales, breasts, bellies, cocks, so much beauty. How ever could a sex pet sleep with so much sensual beauty around her unpleasured?

-o-

Michelle purred softly, her body curled around the soft furred form of a kangaroo that had once been a colleague. Kelsey herself was curled up around the two lion kittens that slept inside her pouch.

But there was a lot of Michelle to go around, and Bonnie used the cat-lizard's taur-tummy as a pillow. Michelle adored the feel of her former boss's soft fur on her bare skin. She had curled her tail around the bunny's rounded belly.

A trio of blue furred wolves, all hermaphrodites, all identical, cuddled together, resting their heads and shoulders against Michelle's back.

The taur-pet closed her eyes, not at all surprised to find herself purring. She could tolerate her new life. She could, in time, even learn to love it. It was worth enduring the humiliation if at the end of the day she could curl up to sleep with so many soft, sexy creatures that adored her for her unique looks and soft, snuggly body.

It was worth putting up with the lust if she got love at the end of the day.