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Alone on the Beach: A Roo'd Awakening

God. This is the life. Crashing blue waves, white sand, and not a soul to be seen for miles in either direction down the sunny endless beach. You don't know why it never occurred for you to vacation in Australia before, aside from the fact that you never thought of it as anything other than endless scrubby reddish soil. It is kind of desolate though, too bad you don't have friends to share it with. But just because you don't have anyone important enough to join you in this pristine landscape doesn't mean that you're not going to enjoy it.

You feel like you could lay here for days. It's just so serene with the wind rustling through the trees near the shore and some melodious bird making its presence known. Since you're not worried about burning (SPF 100 is miraculous stuff) you decide to lean back, white sand smooth against your body as just let the pastoral ocean lull you into a relaxed little nap.

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Gah, an animal scraping startles you awake, disturbing your lonely repose.

Something smooth and warm runs over your face as you open your eyes and sit bolt upright, looking straight into the curious face of a large kangaroo of some sort. You rub a sandy hand over your face. For some reason you had never even considered the idea of a kangaroo on a bright sunny beach. It flickers it's ears at you, running it's cute little paws over each other; with a coast as nice as this, you can understand why it came here.

You lean away from the strange inquisitive whiskery muzzle. It doesn't seem aggressive or anything. . . Tentatively, you hold your hand out as it gives it a sniff, large ears twitching about as the wide nostrils huff over your skin like some bizarre boxy muzzled dog. Its tongue laps out again, startling you, but it just slides between your fingers, smooth and warm.

Huh, what a strange animal. It just seems so relaxed sitting there on its strange elongated feet, reclining slightly on its strong tail as it looks down at you as if considering something. It's almost like it's completely tame. With its oddly balanced stance it leans back on its tail to shift its feet slightly closer to you.

It's so odd to see just a singular kangaroo out all alone at the beach, weren't they supposed to come in packs, or . . . mobs? Perhaps this one is just a loner, or maybe kangaroos are actually solitary creatures, but this one seems quite sociable even if it is isolated.

Its straw colored brown fur fades to a lighter shade below its cute little arms, and you can see that it has that marsupial mainstay of a pouch, fluffy opening not as wide as you thought it would be. You'd only ever really seen one in cartoons before, or as a brand logo on the side of something plastic. You wonder what it feels like inside of it . . . must be soft? Or perhaps hairless and smooth?

Nonchalantly the 'roo leans in over you, hands fiddling with something in the sand on your other side. Animals over here must really have never figured out that they should be afraid of humans, hmm, but that pouch is pretty close now, you suppose if it really doesn't care you might take a look just to sate your curiosity.

With slow caution, you reach a hand up, relieved as the animal doesn't startle at your movement. Its skin twitches as your fingers brush past the fur around that small fluffy opening. Oh wow, you can feel the muscles contract and then loosen as you gingerly touch the edge of the pouch, almost inviting you to delve deeper. With trepidation overwhelmed by curiosity, you slip your hand past that fuzzy opening, into the smooth fleshy interior.

It's so warm, and the skin is almost satiny soft, not really furry, but still incredibly smooth. The strange animal turns its body slightly and you freeze, like a child caught with your hand in the cookie jar, but you're surprised as the animals strange leathery padded and long clawed hands begin to comb and pick through your hair. It's almost like it wants to groom you, which all things considered, is better than trying to kick you to death.

Well, you've gone this far, so you lean your head in, peeking into the smooth dark pouch's interior. The animal's skin shivers as you wonder at the beast's strange anatomy. Those four bumps must be nipples? It's kind of hard to tell. Her odd little paws are beginning to rub around at your ears now, interspersed by occasional little laps and nips as the kangaroo bobs its body down inquisitively, letting loose a strange purring chirp. Maybe it's just curious too.

This will be quite a thing to tell your friends about; not many people can say they know what's inside a kangaroo's pouch. Your head's feeling a little strange now though, and the hairs on the back of your neck are prickling up as your ears tingle. You swear that you can feel that tongue sliding further and further up your lobes in an impossible delicate way. Stifling a yipe, you feel the animal's blunt teeth nibble gently against the amazingly sensitive flickering flesh. This is getting a little too close for comfort.

You pull back a bit and the kangaroo cocks its head toward you questioningly, as if wondering why you stopped. But something's different. Running a hand up the back of your neck you find something alien as you approach where your ears should be. Long velvety warm flesh is there, and you can feel your muscles tense as they flicker, or rather, as you flicker them.

Your jaw hangs open. This is completely impossible, but they feel so sensitive, as if they always belonged there . . .

You don't have long to consider as the kangaroo takes advantage of your open mouth, grabbing the sides of your head between its surprisingly strong fore-paws and suddenly pressing against your mouth with its smooth slippery tongue. Your face reddens and you try to pull back, but those claws hold you tight in place. What kind of animal does this!? You don't dare bite down on the writhing tongue as it slides over your own. Maybe you really shouldn't have let this animal get close to you . . . or perhaps this is just how kangaroos greet each other?

You realize that your tongue has snaked into her strange mouth almost on its own accord and you can feel her rounded incisors and the strange smooth texture on the top of her mouth. The taste is something like fresh cut hay as you can't help but lap against her probing pink flesh. How odd it is to feel a long sinewy tongue push further inside of you with a squelching warmth before pulling back slowly and licking around her flexible lips as she looks at you with calm questioning dark brown eyes.

With a huff, you catch your breath, sitting up and waving off the amorous animal. Your mouth feels funny and you touch your teeth experimentally with your tongue. There is a large gap between your front and back teeth that you never noticed before . . . and they are all becoming flat and rough with a strange pulsing sensation as you open your mouth and run a worried finger over them. Your hands play over your face and realize that it's all terribly wrong. The kangaroo pads and levers itself around you innocently almost seeming to smile with an animal coyness. Your nostrils are pulling flat against the end of your head, flaring as your bones grind out into a soft proto-muzzle covered in downy brown fur.

In shock, you attempt to get to your feet, trying to wake up from whatever kind of unreal dream this is, but your balance is off somehow and you topple face first onto the soft white sand. Blunt claws scrabble over your swimming trunks just above your ass as you pause, back bent up in intense sensation as something large and fleshy cracks out with irresistible pressure and . . . pleasure? It strains against the fabric of your shorts and you let out a wordless moan as the kangaroo kneads at your swelling flesh, licking the nub of your rounded forming . . . tail?

Oh god, you know that you should be running away, or trying to find help, but, Unnngh. Every cracking expansion encouraged by those clever leathery padded paws and that nibbling mouth resonates through your entire body, making your nose twitch and ears twist back in pleasure as the protrusion begins to pulse. You don't have to think about what's happening because it just feels too good as paws tense over the muscles strengthening in your bulging ass before a thick macropine tail bursts through the straining fabric. Your ass clenches as it waves about and stretches out further with a strange ponderous flexibility that you didn't believe was possible.

Hands digging into the sand you roll onto your side, growing tail slapping against the white ground beside you as you stare at its expanding furry length. It seems like it should hurt, or feel sickening, but its odd heavy heft is strangely comforting . . .

Your contemplation is disturbed as the kangaroo drags itself towards your feet with a short tail-aided hop. This is impossible. You obviously just fell asleep in the sun and this is some kind of fever dream from heat stroke. Ohhh, a shiver runs up your spine as she licks the sole of your foot, making your toes clench and writhe as the slick flesh makes an inadvertent giggle escape from your lips. For a dream it sure feels pretty real . . . good even.

Leaning in, those clever leathery paw pads begin to knead and pull as you groan, feeling your arches begin to flatten out as your bones shift around and stretch out with creaking pressure. Tightening, you can see the sinews pull out against your skin as it grows taut and covered in short brownish fur that tingles in as you can feel every follicle forming. Its just not stopping as your feet become longer and longer while she squeezes and licks, occasionally sniffing at you and rubbing a furry cheek against your hot flesh. Soon the soles of your changing feet bulge into rough brown pads that run all the way down from your heels to the ends of their sizable length.

God, you hope you don't forget about this when you actually wake up, this is starting to feel really amazing. Your tail slides out across the sand drawing lazy arcs as it brushes back and forth, nostrils twitching as you begin to pick up a strangely descriptive scent in an oddly informative and unusually intimate way. She has a bitter bark-like curiosity blended with healthy musky animal overtones and something smoldering, a spicily aroused excitement underlying it all.

Your thighs are starting to bulge out with muscle and you can feel the strain as your calves pull out and become more slender as she moves on towards your clenched toes with delightfully mischievous intent. The feeling is bizarre as she kneads at your bigger toes and they pull back into your elongated feet with a satisfying grinding. The strange animal then grabs your forming limb with surprisingly strong paws and nibbles on your toes with relish, pink soft tongue sliding between them as they slide around inside of her slick warm mouth.

As her tongue teases your middle toe you can feel it bulge and swell, soon dwarfing your other digits. Your thin nail darkens and condenses into a thick black claw, tapping against her blunt teeth as it pushes out. A thick brown pad swells in on the bottom of your toe and scrubby fur prickles out on the top, tickling her palate. She spends less time on your other toes as they follow suit to a lesser degree: Two tiny almost joined digits with cute minuscule claws on the outside, and a middling pad complete with dark strong claw on the other.

Nuzzling against your side, she rolls you over and begins working on your other toes with her tricky little mouth. You stretch your now long limber leg under you, feeling your powerful muscles tense and pull. Those long limbs had always seemed so ungainly, but there is a certain undeniable grace in your new legs that you can't help but admire. She nibbles and suckles at your other foot, coaxing the changes along before her muzzle slides slowly back, revealing your perfectly formed new long foot; a mirror image of the other, thick black pad running all the way back to your strong heel as she holds her arms out towards you invitingly.

Taking her paws in your hands you wobblingly get to you new feet, shaking a bit as you quickly find that it's easier to brace yourself backwards against your long thick tail. This is so bizarre. Now you know exactly how it feels to have such strange animal limbs, coiled muscle ready to spring under you as you rock and tense your new form experimentally. She nuzzles against your face affectionately, tongue licking across your still half formed muzzle before she leans down, tail bobbing behind her for balance as she begins sniffing around your exposed member

With a blush you realize that you were already hard, and you're not sure that you want those powerful jaws anywhere near your most sensitive flesh. She doesn't give you long to object though before she slides her paws across your bulging thighs, combing through your thick fur with jet claws before grasping your member between them, leaning down, and suckling on the tip of your cock with intense lapping pressure.

The feel of her suede paws combined with the slickness of her wet hot mouth and nibbling teeth is enough to make you gasp, leaning back against your tail as your arms grasp in around the sides of her furry head. The mischievous marsupial's hands slide down to knead and squeeze at your testes as her head bobs lower and lower, letting you feel her strangely textured palate with exquisite detail. Your chest heaves as you rub small circles against her large flickering ears with your thumbs, squeezing tighter with every teasing lap below you.

Mmmmm, you can feel her mouth's warm slickness slide further over you as one hand continues to fondle your balls while the other reaches back further, grinding over your taint and then circling around your asshole with a blunt smooth black claw. Your eyes widen and your wriggling ears pivot as the finger presses and rubs against your straining anus with teasing prods. Her lips writhe around you and her paw squeezes with gentle insistence over your orbs as with a straining shove, her twitching digit sinks into you.

Your tail lifts up in shock, almost making you lose your balance. You'd touched yourself back there before, but never felt anything like this, so slick and firm, tugging at your insides without even the hint of discomfort. Your hips creak out wider as she caresses your body with sultry intent. Groaning, you feel her other paw press in with incessant pressure, grinding your balls back against your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable while her muzzle looms large and wet, sloppily licking over your member as the sensations become more and more concentrated, thrilling your senses.

The wriggling digit in your ass tugs forward, making your cock jolt out a burst of pre that she savors as her other hand grasps against your testes while they begin to sink back into your flesh with taut bulging pleasure. You can only see her bobbing head and happily waving tail as she leans in harder, blunt front teeth seeming to gnaw at the entirety of your cock as that restless finger yanks firmly again and you can feel the taut skin of your sphincter pulled forward towards your aching dick.

Perking up, your ears quiver as you feel that seemingly massive velvety tongue tease around the tip of your pulsing cock before pushing forward, somehow pressing impossibly against your pliant pleasure. Your breathing comes out in ragged pants as she tenses, somehow pushing her slavering flesh inside of you and sending jolts of pleasure through your spine as her other clenching paw tugs the flesh of your quivering tight ass further, right against the base of your member that her tongue pushes deeper and deeper inside of. Your hair all bristles as her mouth opens wide and she grinds forward with a sudden surge. Your insides spasm repeatedly as a burning heat builds up and the sensations between your altered ass and cock blend together into an irresistible crescendo of pleasure.

Soon your insides are clenching around her tongue and her clawed digit at the same time, squeezing them together inside of you with impossible animal tension that resonates through you. Her macropine scent is joined by another lusty smell that makes your fuzzy nostrils flare and puzzle over, a blazing feminine tang that makes you huff and yowl in need as she stretches you out further. With a final lapping thrusting tug she pulls back, rough paw and smooth tongue sliding out of your flexible clenching flesh as she leans back and licks her chops with a provocative flourish.

Your huffing slows as you lean your head down, tingling diffusing through your body as you crane your neck to see what could have ever produced such an angelic sensation. There, nestled under the silky fur of your crotch now rests only a single opening, edges still quivering slightly and furry sides slicked down by her saliva and your own feminine lust. Your curiosity wins out over your shock as you slowly reach down and touch your new opening with a trepidatious still human finger while the kangaroo watches with an animal grin. Sucking in air through your flat teeth, you shiver at the curious contact. Oh dear lord, that felt good.

Is this your ass? Pussy? Nnnnngh. Whatever it is, it feels amazing to run a finger around its flexible edges. You slowly slide inside of yourself and feel the loose flesh suddenly grow taut as you clench around your exploring digit. It's not just one unified sensation either, every edge feels different, some blazing in to pleasure while others have a slow warm tingling bliss while further back there is an entirely different flashing sensation that makes your toe claws dig into the sand.

As you pull your moistened brave fingers out of yourself she leans up against you. Cutely she gives your chin an animal peck of affection before she takes your sodden hand between her grasping paws and brings it towards her mouth, suckling on your slick musky finger with bliss. Her hand paws rub up and down your arms as they pull back into a more comfortable position, sprouting a layer of brown fur that she brushes over; back and forth, rough and smooth, delightfully soft. Her mouth licks between all of your fingers, teasing them as they splay out and sensitive black pads bulge in along your palms and digits. Soon your fingers quiver as your long black claws clack off of her nibbling teeth and your arms pull back to just the right size for your new marsupial frame.

Your moist padded paw-hands clench at the air before she pulls her dexterous lips back and grabs your paws in her own. Your perfect animal fingers intertwine with her practiced digits as you gaze into her beatific beautiful brown eyes, brimming with animal passion, and something more, a desire for companionship. A short hop brings both of your bodies together as you embrace, pulling form against furry form while a wave of thick brown fur rushes down your now flexible back from your smooth shoulders.

Her fur is like silk as it rubs against your chest. Slowly, your nipples pull back into your flat skin as they are subsumed by light fuzz and she leans her boxy muzzled head in for a kiss. You close your eyes as your tongues slide together and you feel your muzzle begin to creak into its full glorious macropine form. Your claws comb through her luscious back fur as her own tease over your cheeks and brush against your sensitive long ears. Your belly rubs against her own tensing fluff, strangely sensitive as the plush coat tickles in over the last of your pink human flesh. Sliding your tongue further, you lap against her molars as your fuzzy velveteen nose huffs in her scent and your own heady musk that emanates from around her adventurous muzzle.

She rubs the soft fur of your bellies together as she pulls back from the kiss, and you sigh out a squeaking chirp of pleasure. That grinding soft flesh just feels so good against you, and you can feel your body tense and loosen against hers with a strange asynchronous rhythm. Leaning down, she beams up at you with an animal grin as her paws kneed at the fur around your stomach, tickling around a soft roll of fuzzy flesh before kneading into it, stretching the skin as her black clawed paws disappear inside of you, scraping delicately against the soft warm walls of your developing pouch.

Your warm blanket of skin clenches against her paws, amazingly supple and stretchy as she flexes the skin out further and further. You can feel her huffing breath against the edge of your marsupial opening as she nuzzles against it with her whiskered face. Agh, the feeling of your inner chamber being pushed and pulled, kneaded deeper and wider is amazing while your flexible pouch becomes impossibly sensitive, letting you feel every bump and scrape in detail before she pulls her claws back, tugging the rounded edge of skin out as she pushes the front of her brushy muzzle inside of you.

The sensation of the fur sliding against your exquisitely pliable flesh is mind bending, sending waves of content pleasure crashing through you like the blue waves in the background, leaving you oddly at peace. Adroit animal lips nip and nibble at your belly, causing your skin to shudder as its pinched between clever teeth, small animal nipple forming as it is immediately caressed by her skilled maw. She presses forward, stretching your pouch wide as her downy chin fur brushes against your freshly formed teat.

Again she gnaws lovingly at your flesh, ears flicking against your sensitive stretched thick membrane as her paws caress its edges. You rake your black claws through the dense fur on her back in bliss as she continues on, making your tail twitch and your cloaca quiver as she raises up more fleshy nubs, hot panting breath making the inside of your pouch deliciously swelter with animal heat. The kangaroo laps out against your pink fleshy insides as she pulls back, paws wandering in to tweak your new teats coyly before letting you tighten your pouch and feel your animal nipples nestled against your own smooth warm skin.

She slowly pulls herself around you, gracefully alternating between her front paws and her long muscly legs. You can feel her eyes admiring your lush brown pelt as it wanders down your form, past your twitching ears and huffing muzzle, admiring your cute little arms and the long graceful curve down your back continuing all the way to the tip of your thick strong tail. Her brown soulful gaze runs down your powerful thighs to your beautiful long macropine feet with their supple strong clawed toes and adorable little claws off to the side. Her eyes then slide past your warm fuzzy pouch before settling on your moist cloaca with mischievous intent.

You shift your weight with animal eagerness, huffing muzzle filled with the scent of lusty female kangaroo; both hers, and your own. Your body just feels perfect, like everything was designed to give you pleasure simply by existing as you flex your new found sinuous form. The only thing you still want to do is to get closer to her, to lick and sniff and caress. Your ears perk up eagerly as she approaches.

With gentle tender and insistent hands, she rolls you on to your back so that your massive feet hang awkwardly in the air and you can feel the warmth of the soft white sand through your fur. She makes a strange and ungainly pounce, clamoring up and straddles your form, letting your long tails brush against each other behind you while she rests her clever animal paws on the warm furry lip of your pouch. She rocks her strong macropine hips, grinding her flesh against yours as she slides into her sought after position on top of you.

Her strong little hands grasp at your pouch for balance as you can feel her taut muscles clench against your belly as she twists her tail. Your own paws reach for the soft opening of her own alluring pouch as you remember its soft clenching confines from what seems like so very long ago. You wonder what she's up to, her hands are still, but her body shifts slowly with concentration as you gingerly slide into her fleshy pocket of flesh, running your suede paws over her tight little nipples as her strong flesh clenches around your dexterous little clawed hands.

And then you feel something poke against the base of your tail something fuzzy and strong as the tip of her tail butts against your sensitive flesh. The tail's tip drags down along your furry form with dexterous restraint as your breathing quickens. Comprehension dawns not a second before with a lucky thrust, she brushes against the edge of your needy glistening cloacal opening.

She teases your flesh, sliding around the edges of your feminine need as you clench achingly around nothing, thighs tightening around her furry body as your paw fingers scrabble and clench in her pouch. You feel her muscles clench an instant before the rough yet silky end of her tail thrusts, stretching your animal hole wide as it wriggles and writhes inside of you.

Your entire body bucks as you feel her fur scrape across every pleasure inducing organ inside of you, lighting up your nerves with a pleasure that you had never even imagined possible. She tenses again as you let loose an involuntary ululation of bliss and she sinks a little deeper inside, stretching your well used cloaca tight around her.

You knead in roughly at her teats as her pouch condenses with every thrust, tugging your arms close to her before relaxing again. Her own adroit digits sink into your own pouch and slide around your sensitive new nubs as your flesh pulls her tight against you. Huffing against her musky fur, you lick across her chest with your long pink tongue as if trying to find an outlet for your building lust.

Her delicious tail changes tack, twisting inside of you as an undeniable molten warmth begins to rise, welling up deep in your belly, building up a growing pressure that tortuously demands release. As she flexes again your tail arcs up in pleasure waving about as she slides in and out of you with an increasingly passionate tempo. With one of your wild gyrations your sensitive rear appendage bumps against something and you flex experimentally, shaking as your senses are clouded by your kangaroo lust. You can feel it as your tail bumps against her furry haunches, tensing muscles writhing with every one of her body rocking shoves.

Her ears perk up, drawn out of her passionate trance as your tail traces down her well formed hips. The least you can do is return the favor. Both of your pouches clench around busy paws as you try pressing in, butting clumsily against the base of her tail before you feel the slick pliant fuzzy opening and shove with a wild passionate hope.

Hope coming to fruition, you spread her straining cloaca wide around your quivering tail, feeling her clench against your furry flesh. Her surprise just makes her drill into your own depths harder, tail shuddering with vibrations that make your entire body jerk wildly as the rising froth of bliss bubbles inside of you, almost ready to burst.

The muscles of your powerful tail bulge as you slide around inside of her depths with a wild fresh abandon that makes up for the lack of finesse with its needy desperate desire. Your long clasping toe-claws peddle about in the air as you both slide out of each other's pouches and scrape up strong furry chests with twitching paws. She lies against you, pressing pouch to clenched pouch as you turn your head sideways, ears folded back as your lips writhe against each other and your tongues entwine.

A clever twist and a wild thrust are the last straw for both of you. Her strong walls begin to fluctuate wildly around your probing tail as your own insides go ballistic, pulling her deeper inside while you flex and strain around her slick and sodden tip. Your breath blows against her face in hot panting bursts as your whole body tenses, pouch and cloaca writhing in synchronicity as you are catapulted off into the screaming throes of macropine climax.

Every one of her amazing thrusts into you makes you shake and moan into her muzzle, your own tail base pulsing and undulating up to the tip that quivers inside of her wildly clenching slick hot insides. The fleshy lips of your pouches pull past each other as you grind together desperately, belly to belly. Her lips and tongue clench in time with her entire body as she moans and twists inside of you with abject desire. Both of your perfect forms writhe and pulse and squeeze together as you fuck each other, wringing out every last ounce of animal pleasure in a nova of blissful animal release.

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After a tired huff, she slides out from you carefully, toppling into the soft white sand next to you with an exhausted flop. The sound of the gentle waves lapping at the shore sighs on while the birds continue their melodious song. You cuddle up against her, long legs sprawled out lazily as her arms wrap comfortingly around you. Every inch of your perfect body is spent, but you let out a sigh of contentment as you stare out into the pristine water.

You both came to the beach alone, and even though this landscape was lush and vibrant, it had seemed empty. As you doze off against your lover's supple flanks you feel a sense of fulfillment that you hadn't imagined possible. Location no longer matters. So long as you can be together, you know that you'll be content.