{"sf1_id":609105,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Shell, Skin and Fur","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2886,"posted_at":"2013-11-01T17:52:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Human","M/F","Story Progression","Transformation","Vaginal","chinchilla"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/609105-shell-skin-and-fur","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/609105","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=609105\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#17 of Robbin Red\n\nThis is possibly the last installment for a while. I leave for Chicago tomorrow, and after that it looks like my schedule gets pretty tight. I will do what I can to keep the story line going, but...","content":" Morning\nleaked through the windows with cheerful persistence. Jon-Tom instinctively\npulled his head into his shell. His muddled brain told him he should probably\nget up when she did (which she was now) and change back, but he was too\ncomfortable. He heard the door to the bathroom close, and soon after what he\nthought were whispers. He had heard them before, but if she wanted to talk to\nherself, who was he to interfere? There times he thought his own conversation\nwas the only one worth listening to. When\nshe came out, he heard a sharp intake of breath, and she stepped back into the\nbathroom. He mentally shrugged. He had told her the bedroom was going to be a\nwreck come morning, but did she listen? No! He\nheard her grousing in rather sharp tones. He pulled the pillow over the opening\nto his shell. He could see how ole Clothahump found pulling himself inside to\nescape outside threats a reasonable practice, all except that time the thieves\nbroke in and threatened to pour hot mud down his shell. He winced at that thought\nof that occasion, remembering how he had broken his beloved duar. The\nmonologue continued for another few minutes. He chose his strategy; when she\ncame out he would feign sleep. If she thought he hadn't heard anything, she\nmight not bring up whatever was bothering her. After all, she could handle\nanything that came her way, once she set her mind to it. The\ndoor opened, and he heard petite footfalls heading his way. A hand rested on\nhis shell a moment, and the next it was on his skin. He suddenly felt chilled. He\nwasn't certain if it was losing his fine outer covering or her present\ndemeanor. She wasn't scowling, but she was looking rather perturbed, He was trying\nto figure out why. \"Morning\ndear!\" he said cheerfully. \"You look a bit out of sorts after our wonderful\ntime last night. Is there something wrong?\" She\nforced a smile. \"Yes, I suppose so. I guess I just woke up on the wrong side of\nthe bed this morning, as I believe the expression goes. I'll be fine in a bit.\nIn the meantime, I think we need to get our bedroom back in order in case I\nhave use for it later.\" Despite sounding like an offer, her tone fell flat. This\nleft him wondering what he had managed to do to piss her off. Part of him\ndidn't really care. He had managed to anger many females over the years and\neveryone but one had come to forgive him. Most of the time it had to do with\nhis innate ability to miss the obvious. She had obviously enjoyed herself last\nnight, and seemed particularly enthralled with his change. Fickle, that's what\nwomen were. He might just have to spend some more time with Huntchy if this\nkept up. Then again, perhaps it was something to do with the baby. \"Uh,\nthere isn't something wrong with our child is there?\" She glared at him for a\nmoment. Her tone was icy. \"There is nothing wrong with your child Jon-Tom.\nPlease don't ever worry on that account. I made a promise and I intend to keep\nit. The circumstances don't have to make me happy. Just remember that I'm doing\nthis for you!\" As\nusual, he was completely confused. \"I know, and I'm none too happy with it\nmyself. But there is little either of us can do to change it at the moment, is\nthere?\"  She sat\ndown heavily on the mattress. He noticed belatedly that the entire thing was\nclean. \"I love you, my dearest magier, but these first days have not been what\nI expected. You are both far more complicated than I first suspected, and at\nthe same time so blessedly innocent and foolish. I do not know the future, but\nit seems to me you do, having lived most of your life in it. I only wish you\nknew how our life here was going to turn out. Every time I think I know where\nit's going, it takes a turn I didn't foresee.\" He\nchoked and fell off the bed laughing. She glared down at his mirth until she\ncould no longer hold her grimace. The edges of her mouth turned up into a\nsmile, and then finally into laughter. They rolled on the floor for a while\nuntil she could finally blurt out, \"What's so funny?!\" He\ncleared the tears from his eyes. \"One thing you learn rather quickly is that things\nrarely go as you want them, nor how you expect them. Eve said that where I'm\ninvolved, things seem to happen in a good way. But the truth be told, I have no\nidea why I'm here, nor why you're here, nor why anything that has happened has\nhappened. I don't know why she isn't carrying her own child, nor where she's at\nat this moment. I muddle through the best I can. Perhaps you think having great\npower means having no problems, but if you have a soul, then you have\nresponsibility, which means you have all of the world's problems laid out at\nyour feet.\" She\nsobered up. \"I guess so. Things happen that get under my skin, but I guess if\nyou look at the world as a whole, my problems are small in comparison, and I do\nhave the power to correct most of what bothers me. And you're right; having a\nconscience dampens the possibility of abusing that power. Like those pirates. I\nwould have left them alone had they left us alone, but they took some of my\nfriends. You were far kinder than me in determining their fate.\" He sat\nup. \"Kind? Well, I suppose so. Killing them and eating them would have been\nkinder I think. The same goes for that little banker fellow. Though I believe\nyou may have overreacted in his case.\" She\ngrowled a little. \"Oh, I've heard stories about that nasty little miser. He is\nworse than that character Eve told me about, a someone from your memories;\nScrog, or Scrounge, or something.\" He\nknitted his brows for a moment, then smiled. \"Oh, you mean Scrooge; Ebenezer\nScrooge. He was a storybook character from England, a country not too far from\nyour home.\" By that, he was referring to her home country of Germany. \"Story\nbook character? Are you certain he wasn't real? He\nshrugged and chuckled at the same time. \"Well, no; I can't say for certain. The\nstory was written a long time ago by a fellow named Dickens. It has to do with\nChristmas and turning over a new leaf. It's very popular even in my time.\" She got\na wry grin on her face. \"It was written a long time ago? But we are four\nhundred years in the past, and on another world. From this perspective, the\nstory has yet to be written. And I seem to recall you thought that Little Red\nRiding Hood and werewolves were the things of legend and fable before you got\nthrown back into our world again and made them come true.\" She was\nnothing if not perceptive. \"You make a good point. But somehow I don't think\nour little banker is ever going to constitute what old Ebenezer was. But then,\nyou seem to know him better than I. You've been here longer. So tell me, what's\nso bad about him?\" She\ntook in a deep breath. \"He's selfish, conceited, and he's never been afraid to\nruin a person to further his own goals. He has foreclosed on properties that\nhad up-to-date mortgages, he has thrown people into the street, and he even made\ndeals with some of his borrowers to forgive back payments if their daughters\nwould sleep with him.\" He\ngrunted. \"OK, maybe he's worse than Scrooge. I don't feel too bad since I\nwasn't the one to send him to that island. Does it have a name, that little chunk\nof rock and coral?\" \"Everyone\nhereabouts calls it Cransow's Crowsnest. It's good for very little except\ngrowing trees and bushes. It's filled with biting insects and stinging\nscorpions. There are a few that live there, though the population has jumped as\nof late. I figured the damn pirates can raid the dunes for pearls and bugger\neach other for company.\" Jon-Tom\nraised his eyebrows at her tone. \"But surely little Pomfrey will get his ass\ntorn up before they skin him and roast him alive?\" She laughed.\n\"Oh no. I'm not so stupid as to let him die unnecessarily. I cast a spell over\nthe whole lot, so that they think he is part of the crew of the ship you\nscuttled off shore there. For all they know, he's been with them for the past\nyear. He, on the other hand, still knows who he is, and I think it won't take\nlong for him to forego his old ways. I have a spell laid on him that will pull\nhim back here when that happens. I for one am not wasting my time waiting for\nhis change of heart. When it happens, his life here will resume.\" He was\nsitting there listening and nodding. \"His associates are likely to be causing\nmayhem until he gets back you know. Not that I disagree with you. If I'm\nsupposed to clean up the town, I figure starting at both ends is the best place\nto begin. I seem to have the lower caste in my clutches, so I guess the upper\nechelon is next.\" She\nsmiled; a genuine happy gesture. \"You know, my dearest, I'd like to think we'll\ndo well together. I know I should have told you the truth, but you must\nunderstand that I didn't want to do anything that might cause me to lose you.\nLike you, I intend to do my very best to make this place a good home, not only\nfor us, but for everyone. Overall it's not too bad, considering what mine was\nlike. No one here overtly attacks you, save those putrid pirates. But there are\nsubtle ways folks hereabouts can be dirty, and sadly for them, I'm not afraid\nto stoop to their level when necessary.\" His\nfrown was immediate. \"Stooping to another person's level only makes you that\nlow as well. Having great power means taking on great responsibility. Besides,\nI thought you were trying to horde your power...for the sake of the baby I\nassume?\" She\nwrinkled her nose in disgust. \"Don't lecture me my dear. My schooling here was\nintense on politics, economics, etiquette and warfare, as well as in magic,\nhistory and biology. One of my masters told me that acting swiftly and\ndecisively shows your foe that you have resolve. I believe in fairness, but I\nalso believe in action. I may regret some of my decisions in the future, but at\nleast I made them.\" He\nthought for a moment before replying. \"I'm in no position to argue with you.\nI've done things I later came to regret. It's something you have to live with,\nand as old as I am, and as old as I will apparently become, it means it eventually\nadds up. Therefore, the longer the time, the heavier the weight pressing down\nupon you.\" \"Yes, I\nsuppose so. I've matured a lot since those crazy days back home. If I had the\npower then that I do now, I would have done considerable damage and destruction.\nI'm still angry about the death of my family. But that is now the past. I will\nnever go back there.\" She looked up with tears in her eyes. \"You are now my\nfamily Jon-Tom. I hope I can live up to your expectations.\" It was\nthen that the realization of her position became apparent. \"I don't have any\nexpectations of you. I don't mean that flippantly either. I do love you, and I\nfelt bad when I could get you pulled ahead to my time. But thinking back on that,\nif you had come over, you would be in a terrible bind. I have wives and\nchildren galore in the future. I guess Eve did alright in pulling you here and\nme as well. There are no unreasonable demands to be met, just life as it comes,\none day at a time. I'm proud to be your husband!\" She\nstood up. Her smile was back. She snapped her fingers for effect. Her clothes\nwere gone in that instant. \"I'm afraid, darling, that you didn't manage to tire\nme out last night. Care to give it a go again?\" He smiled inwardly at her\nmercurial mood.  \"I\ndon't know. You seem to remind me of someone I once knew.\" She\nstepped back a moment before coming closer. \"You mean, someone like this?\" It\nwas herself, only looking younger. She had on a burgundy cape and nothing else.\nHe breasts were mere buds an she was devoid of hair except that atop her head. His\ncock hardened from the consistency of oak to the consistency of iron. \"Not\nprecisely what I was thinking, but this is better!\" She twirled in place,\nallowing the cape to flow outwards to reveal her pale nude and nubile form. He\nremembered it all too well. She had been dirty and skinny and terrified at the\ntime. He had cleaned her up, fed her and protected her. And eventually, they\nhad made love. He thought at the time he was going to tear her asunder, but she\nhad managed just fine. This time around there was no question about her\nability. He was\nsitting on the edge of the bed, and she swung her hips around so that her butt\nwas facing him. She placed her hands behind her and pushed up on his lap. She\nwiggled down over his cock, pushing her lubrication to the max. Fluid dripped\ndown over his head. She squirmed, pushing down, twisting and turning to force\nhis meat into her tight little body. She had complete control, keeping her hole\nas tight as possible for his maximum pleasure. She was, of course, maximizing\nher own. No point is having the power to improve the little things if you\ndidn't use it on occasion. She\nwent into a rising and falling motion, sliding up and down with increasing\nspeed. He came in no time, spilling forth into her deepest recess with force of\na tsunami. She didn't even wait for his breathing to slow down. She was at it\nagain, only this time she lifted herself off and dropped back down, gliding her\nass over his cock. He groaned, which turned up the heat of her own desire. She\ndid so want to make him happy.  He was\nso absorbed in the sensations running through his body that he failed to notice\nthe change right away. He happened to crack open his eyelids to see a lovely\ngray furred beauty sitting on his lap, one which he was now cock deep in. She\nhad morphed again! But it wasn't yet time! She\ncould feel him stiff up; his whole body this time. She never once stopped what\nshe was doing. \"My changes come every other day, like clockwork. That doesn't\nstop me from changing while I'm human. You should know this, for I have your\npower. I can do whatever I want within those constraints. And for now, I\nthought I'd try something different of my own choosing. It was\na form he was familiar with from back home, but one he had never encountered\nhere. Her fur was luxurious, soft and multi hued gray. She had cute pert ears,\nand a soft furry tail that now ran up the front of his belly. She was a\nchinchilla! He marveled at her softness at the same time he was wondering how\nsuch a small form could take as much cock as he had presently rammed up her\nrectum. She\ngrinned dreamily. \"I believe the saying is a pfennig for your thoughts, but I\nalready know them\" \"Penny.\nIt's a penny for your thoughts. Oh, never mind, the denomination hardy matters.\nI was wondering how you managed to do all this without me noticing.\"  She let\nloose a shrill little laugh. \"You were noticing what you wanted to notice. I\ntook advantage of your distraction. Does this form displease you? If so, I can\nchange back.\" His\nresponse was to hold her tight, and sing an old song he was familiar with. It\nwould have gone better with his duar, but his acapella went just fine. By the\ntime he was finished, Billy Joel would have been proud of his rendition of Just The Way You Are! It certainly\nmelted her heart. \"It's a\nnice sentiment, dearest husband, but for now, you'll have to suffer through\nthem just as will I.\" He\nsnorted. \"I don't think either of us is suffering right now. That could be\narranged, if that's something you'd like to try!\" Her response was to squeeze\nher muscles so tight it very nearly hurt him. If that's what she intended, it\nfailed miserably! It was a good thing his schedule for the day was cleared!"}