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A word of warning: WARNING!

A phrase of warning: This story is not for everyone as it includes Cock Vore, Extreme Forcedshifting (unwilling transformation*), Cock Transformation, Mind Control, Incest, and Cub Play*. It also involves M/F, H/F, and ?/F, as well as M/?

A worn, half forgotten stickynote of warning: No one under 18 should read this under penalty of law, and warping ones mind irrevocably.

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There lived one day, in a small house of an unimportant suburb, a family of foxes. Not smelly dingey hole in the ground foxes, but those of the sort which had grown to walk upon two legs, and functioned in society right beside humans, cats, dogs, and a plethora of other beings known as Furres. Fures existed only recently, having been born of a rather interesting sequence of events involving beastiality and a rather fun transformative STD which has thankfully largely been cured and vaccinated against. Of course, in unfortunate third world nations the virus was, of course, left to sort itself out on its own, andthere was somewhat of a quarentine on nations such as those located in Africa, and portions of India, though it wasn't very strict, and usually just meant more paper work and the ability to afford a vaccination to migrate.

But to digress, this family of foxes was a simple one, and was composed of a rather large imposing bodybuilder sort, though was generally softspoken in public. He stood 6'3 counting the ears, burly, and had all the normal markings of a common grey fox. His name, was Johnny, and he was still a bit bitter about what he had become, though didn't much advertise it. His wife, a prime example of a vixen, composed mostly of graceful curves and a full bust, three rows of it. Yes, she had six full breasts, completely covered in soft white fur save for the nipples, which was offset by red. And her name, was Emily, and though she was not particularly fond of the new change, she had grown to accept it, and even enjoy it on occasion. This leaves the final member of the family, a little kit, barely a week over the age of three, that was already taking after her mother. She was a little red vixen, lithe and quite a cutie by local neighbor's recononing. She was of course born a furre, and didn't know anything else, so she quite enjoyed being different than the others at daycare. And her name, was Fayloan, or just Fay for short.

All in all, one would think that it was quite a pleasant little family in a little neighborhood destined to lead a largely uneventful, though not unpleasant life. Of course, were that the case, it wouldn't be worth writing a story about now would it? No, for underneath such a calm and picturesque surface, they had their problems. A quark with Emily's transformation put her almost permanently in heat, with breaks only a week of every month, and that was just fine with Johnny of course, but speaking of the grey fox, he was a bit of an alcoholic, and a violent one at that, which was a shame because he was quite a pleasant man when he was sober... As for Fay? Well, like all kits, she was a little too curious for her own good.

And this, is where our story really begins.

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"Mommy mommy mommy!" Fay bounded into the room clutching an odd little critter that looked like a snake with dragonfly wings. Such things were of course, not uncommon in that day and age, because while sentient beigns were vaccinated, animals and the like were not, which lead to very interesting, and occasionally changing mutations. "What's this thing?"

Emily stood washing dishes in an apron and a maids outfit, mostly meant for kink. She was in heat of course, which suited her just fine, johnny tended to drink less when she could satisfy all his *other* urges, which meant she had far fewer bruises, and actually didn't ache somewhere. She finished one of the dishes she was holding and knelt, turning to her little bundle of joy. She winced a bit at the creature, knowing they tended to bite, and sometimes caused the person bitten to get sick. "Take that back outside sweetie, and make sure to hold it under its head so it doesn't bite, OK? It's a meanie bug." That's what she called biting insects, and Fay of course obeyed her mother, because she was a good girl, and because she didn't like meanie bugs.

The loving mother watched the little girl, who ran around usually in ust a little bathing suit, as did most little furres, because most fabric rubbed fur the wrong way. Fay was her pride and joy, and really the only reason she didn't leave Johnny, aside from being afraid that he'd come after her and Fay while drunk one night of she did....

Like a good girl though, Fay held the wriggling creature in her paw firmly, and tossed it up into the air a little away from her, though despite her precaution the mean-spirited bug zoomed right at her, and sank its tiny fangs into her finger, then flew away in a pout. meanwhile Fay whimpered and started to tear up at the bite, which even now started swelling slightly, though no worse than a bee sting. She ran in crying, holding her finger up for her mother to kiss better, which Emily gladly did, kissing it better before getting some disinfectant and a bandaid out from under the sink. Fay, being used to the procedure stood still and looked away despite the sting of the disinfectant, and sniffled a few more times before hugging her mother.

"Go play sweetie, if that bite starts bothering let me know, I have some itch cream for it OK?" Emily smiled at her little girl as she turned and ran off, "And bath time's at 6!"

For the rest of that afternoon, the little girl pounced on little bugs, tail wagging, and even playe in the water and mud. Fay was a vixen of course, and as such she was possessed of a few instincts of the species, and she even had her own little tunnel dug out near a big tree in the back yard. Emily knew about it of course, and encouraged t, after all she was very loving and accepting of her little Fay, and watched her daughter scampering and playing through the kitchen window, swaying her tail...

At least until Johnny got home from his job at the gym. It was good money, being a higher class gym in the area, and allowed the family to live comfortably. Even better, he was sober by the time he got home! And so while Emily was fixing dinner, he came in behind her, kicking off his shoes, and pressed himself against her, grabbing one of the six ample breasts through the frilly blouse, and started grinding his vulpine bulge against her. "I'm home slut," he whispered in her ear, at which point she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She was in heat after all, and the smell made it obvious the two were bound to couple, regardless of other circumstances. This was partially due to her submissive nature, and partially due to the animal instincts both now had to live with every day.

And so, even as she stirred the gumbo she was cooking, she bent forward a little, lifting her tail and presenting herself to him. She never bothered to wear anything more covering than a thong, if anything at all. Johnny, never one to pass up an invitation like that, unzipped his jean shorts, and let out his 8" long, rather thick about the middle, vulpine length, complete with a budding knot at the base, and promptly shoved in, fucking her right there in full view of Fay, though the little girl could only see him standing with her mother in the kitchen through the window.

Their lovemaking filled the room with the scent of animal sex, the grey foxes length parting the vixens lips wide and claiming her depths. His movements though were centered primarily around his own pleasure, taking quick jabbing thrusts as he grunted and half moaned, nibbling her neck. Meanwhile Emily barely managed to keep her feet, holding herself up by the stove door, and let out a constant stream of moans. While she was in heat, there was very few feelings better than a cock spearing one of her holes, and the truth of it was she had grown to love the beastial form of fucking, those hard fast jabs and the feel of those teeth biting her gently, but all too soon she felt that knot start to grind against her, though without popping in. They both desperately wanted him to knot her, but had to save that for later. Still, she did at least get the pleasure of being hosed down, her depths full of spooge after the first burst, and leaking after that. She hadn't orgasmed, but at least the burning need had abated somewhat.

Johnny zipped up his pants, a much larger bulge than before due to the knot, and gave his wife a hard slap on the ass, making her bump the oven and some spunk dribble down her leg. She enjoyed the roughness, provided it was out of affection and not... well other reasons... It was thus to her silent dread that she saw him go to the refridgerator and pull out a beer, then head into the living room. "Oh well" she thought, amidst a haze of lingering lust, "At least we don't have enough for him to get drunk off his ass again..."

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Six o'clock rolled around, and the sun was just setting. Fay came into the kitchen, giggling at how messy she was; the bite on her paw forgotten, and hidden under dirt and mud. By then Emily had managed to clean up some of the spunk oozing out of her so Fay wouldn't notice, and had dinner waiting, but far too hot to eat. That was the usual plan actually, the vixen would help the kit bathe for about half an hour, by which time dinner would be perfect. Plus... it got them both away from the scent of alcohol eminating from the living room. Johnny was downing the beer like water tonight... thankfully he'd run out before he could get more than a little drunk.

And so Fay followed her mommy, tail swaying and flinging a tiny amount of dirt off with it, and giggled as she was lifted into the tub. She was quite smart for a three year old by anyones standards, and even more amazing, enjoyed her baths. Emily undressed and climbed in as well, closing the curtain and turning on the shower head first to rinse away all the dirt before they could soak. She knelt by her daughter and started running a special bruh through the kits fur to loosen the dirt so it could be carried off, it was designed with furres in mind and very rarely pulled on fur. Thus she was mildly surprised with a good amount of fur came away with each stroke, but she figured it was just because of how warm it had been lately, and they were all losing their winter coats anyway. With some shampoo for them both, they were soon silky soft, and as much as she hated to admit it, Emily was horny again. Sometimes being in heat wasn't any fun, especially when she was just showering with her daughter.

On the note of her daughter, Fay was oddly quiet as well, usually she was chattering about what she was doing all day but she seemed distracted by something. Her mother noticed the bandage hanging off of the kit's finger, so she removed it and tossed it into the trash just outside of the tub, taking a peak at her paw, and pleasantly surprised to note she could hardly even tell there was a bite there, and kissed it better again. At that Fay, who had been watching quietly shuddered a little and let out a whimper.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't realize it still hurt." Emily hugged Fay tightly, apologizing, while the little girl nuzzled into her mom. "It's OK moma, it doesn't hurt it's just... kinda weird feeling." That puzzled her, but instead of dwelling on it, she cleared the drain of fur into the same trash can, and plugged it, turning on the bath tap while opening the curtain, and after turning the shower off. It was time for their soak, and she settled her daughter on her lap, letting the kit rest her head on her mother's six comfortable pillows, though this just made Fay even quieter.

"What's wrong honey?" Emily finally asked after lounging in the hot water for awhile with her eyes closed, petting over Fay, who seemed to be half asleep. "I don't know mommy... I feel really weird but... good kinda... I dunno...." The kit was scared, that much was obvious, but her mother just hugged her close and turned her around, hugging Fay tightly. "It's OK sweet heart, probably just something in... that..." She trailed off, realizing something. She could feel something pressing against her tummy, something that had no right being there. Pushing Fay back a bit, she looked down and her eyes went as wide as saucers. There, perched between her daughters legs, was a quite hard little cock. It wasn't large, only two or three inches, solid black, and complete with a tiny pair of fuzzy balls. "...bite." She finally finished, staring at the length, which started to go soft. Fay was staring up at her mother with tears in her eyes, and a quivering lip. "What's wrong with me momma?"

"... Nothing at all sweet heart. It's OK, and don't worry, momma's gonna take good care of you." Her words were soothing, and she really didn't know what to do. She knew the bite had something to do with it, and figured the bug was carrying something but... wasn't Fay vaccinated? Yes, she remembered the doctor holding her down... Still, even more than that she knew she couldn't tell Johnny, especially with him drunk. And so they sat in silence for awhile, Fay looking up at her mother, and Emily looking at her daughter, or son... To check on impulse, she reached down and delicately lifted up Fay's new equipment and was surprised to find she still had netherlips. Meanwhile the little girl's eyes flew wide and she let out a soft little whimper again, much like she had when her finger was kissed, and her black little shaft started creeping out again. "W-what's that?" She gasped, her hips even twitching on instinct. Emily, shocked at the reaction, immediately let go and drew away, but her daughter's lip quivered again. "Please mommy, don't stop. I... I like it."

Emily really didn't know how to respond, she knew on one hand that this was her three year old daughter, but also that she'd do anything for her. Plus, furre development was a largely unknown 'science' and in some cases cubs had become sexually mature by the age of four, and in others there was a six year old wit hthe mind of a twenty year old woman, so, finally, the horny vixen gave into her daughter's wishes, and started stroking over the newly made herm's shaft. What surprised her though, was she enjoyed it; it had been a very long time since she did this with someone she loved unconditionally, and found it was... a lot more fulfilling than sex with Johnny, and she was just stroking the moaning kit.

Fingers pinched the length, which she had sworn was just a few inches before, and now bordered on five, seeming quite large in proportion to the little girl before the girl's short fuse, and a bit of innosence, was shot away into the water forever. What really amazed emily though was the sheer amount of spooge. The small grape-sized orbs between Fay's legs managed to pump out a fair cloud into the water. She had to hold Fay's muzzle shut to keep her from screaming as well.

The girl practically fainted, and collapsed against her mother's breasts in the afterglow of her first orgasm, while Emily sat there and cradled her daughter. She knew in her heart that she loved her daughter, and that was all that mattered, no matter what happened to her. And so in that knowledge she drained the water and toweled off the groggy kit, and carried her to her daughter's room. There she put a rarely used pair of jeans on the little girl, and a shirt as well. In the meantime though, Fay had continued to change, and there was now a rather impressive bulge in her jeans, and her shirt was standing out in six lumps rather conspicuously, but nothing that was blatant... yet. She told Fay she'd be right back with dinner, and that it was one of the secrets they had to keep from daddy.

Luckily for her, or perhaps unluckily, Johnny had left, presumably to get more beer, which gave Emily a reprieve before getting two large bowls of gumbo, setting one on the table for Johnny, and a somewhat smaller one for Fay, and carried their meal to her daughter's room, and her eyes popped open when she found the girl already playing with herself again. The jeans were unbuttoned and the shirt was disheveled with a paw under it, the girl moaning as she clumsily manipulated herself. What really had her attention was the cock, so small just ten minutes ago, was already bouncing midway up the girl's torso, juices splattered everywhere. "This... feels so... good... mommy!" the girl panted upon seeing her mother, and let out another moan before shooting a load so hard that the wall splattered with great big gobs of cum, each additional burst just soaking her bed and the wall more, the girl collapsing again. Before Emily's eyes the cock grew a little more, topping off at a little over a foot long, and two inches thick, the orbs resting on her daughter's thigh the size of small oranges.

"Stop playing and get some dindin baby, gotta eat to..." She trailed off as her daughter zoomed up, grabbing the bowl and sitting down at a little table in her room. She wasn't unused to her mother eating, or even sleeping in her room with her sometimes... Overall Fay seemed un-phased by the bizarre changes, to her mind it all felt good, inexplicably good, and it made her feel even closer to her mommy. Plus her mommy made her feel good like that too, so she was quite happy. Emily took her bowl and sat down beside her daughter, glancing at the girl stroking herself as she ate, and oculdn't help but reach over to touch the huge length just to make sure it was real. "Mmmm, mommy, what is this?" Her daughter asked without fear, trusting her implicitly.

"It's erm... a penis honey, or a cock... It's what boys have but... I've never seen one that big..." Emily's response was, and she had to admit she was getting turned on, especially since she was never satisfied earlier, and started to carress the large length, which allowed Fay to focus on eating. She managed to polish off her bowl of soup as well, though after Fay had already laid back, paws stroking over the still swelling breasts. Her clothes were getting tight and threatening to rip. Emily just smiled at her daughter before helping her out of the clothes again, worrying a little about what was happening to her daughter, but she got through her own encounter with the virus without any harm, and as long as she was happy, so was Emily.

"Mommy, I love you" Fay managed to whisper before adruptly shooting another load, even bigger than before, right at Emily's face. Emily's mouth had parted to respond in kind, but instead of words, it became full of her daughter's seed. Normally she didn't like the taste of cum, but something about Fay's was just so delicious, that she had to swallow., and even kissed the tip, sucking down the rest. By the time Emily realized what she was doing, Fay was quite asleep, and looked happy, despite her cock gaining another two or three inches, now brushing her neck when hard, and six pleasantly large breasts, about in the C range, which was quite big for the small girl's frame.

Reaching down to stroke her, she was somewhat perturbed to find the fur came away with her paw like water. It wasn't loose, the folicles just let go, revealing black flesh underneath. This worried her, but her daughter breathed quietly and even snuggled up to her mom at the stroking, letting out a pleased little whimper. So there she sat, stroking her daughter's sleeping form as more and more fur sloughed off, forming a pile on the floor, reealing silky smoothe, flawless obsidian flesh underneath with a texture she was familiar with but not able to place.

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Emily awoke the next morning in Fay's bed, her daughter nowhere in sight. She panicked for a moment before she realized what her head was resting on; a big pair of black-fleshed orbs, and she looked up, shocked at what she saw. The sleeping form of her daughter couldn't be much more different with her still able to recognize her. The canine shaft was hard and throbbing, equally as long as the girl was tall, and had gained an equine quality. No longer was it knotted at the base and tapered at the tip, but large and bulbous at the head, with a median ring. To either side of her were two long, lithe legs, that ended in strange footpaws, the toes far too long, with the pads swolen and large. Veins rose against the flesh in a familiar way, and she sat up to look at what had become of her daughter.

The little girl was no longer very little, she had grown in height to about as tall as her mother, and from head to toe was covered in turgid black flesh. The six breasts from the previous night were now huge, splaying out to the side, with elongated nipples with familiar mushroom heads, each drooling an odd mixture of milk and pearly pre, thick veins prominant on each otherwise flawless curve. The thick bushy tail now splayed to the side, huge, thick, and tapered, almost reptilian, but with a split head, phalic fluids oozing freely. Cum was everywhere, and even as she slept, Fay's paws, possessing oddly thick fingers and swolen pads, much like her footpaws, was jerking that huge cock, which even then spurted out a huge glob of cum, covering the windows. The creature the young vixen had become made a deep rumbling chrring sound of pleasure, but didn't wake.

"Oh gods..." Emily whispered, looking around. She was covered in enough fluid to paint her white as well, what bothered her was that johnny was probably passed out somewhere in the house, and staggered off to work without breakfast... She was going to get it, and bad when he got home... And there was no way she could hide what happened with her daughter... And as her mind came ful lcircle again to Fay, she stared up and down, amazed at the completeness of the change, though as she watched she could see things still shifting here and there. "Fay baby? Wake up"

Orgasm had come so naturally to the 'girl' that she could sleep through it. But the sound of her mother's voice brought her awake, and she lifted herself up groggily. "kghwhat?" The previous vixens head was swollen and her eyes barely opened, her nose pointed and starting to merge with her muzzle, which had become clumsy, juice dripping from her lips constantl as even her neck thickened. Everything felt so natural to the girl though she didn't even notice until she heard her voice, raspy and hard to understand around the fluids.. The girl, or rather the beast, started to panic, whimpering and flailing before Emily cupped the strange new paw, making Fay grow still again, realizing that EVERYTHING felt like her cock, each sensation an explosion of pleasure... But what calmed her was just her mother's touch, that soft ixen's cupping nadcarress of her bizzare new body. "It's OK sweetie, it's all OK. Mommy's here and I love you."

Even as Fay's mother spoke, her vision started to get blurry, then faded away. Her eyes were sealing shut, and growing over while her whimpers started to grow quiet, translated to just thick bursts of fluid. For a moment even her hearing cut out as her ears merged with her phallic head. And then, suddenly she could see, smell, and hear again, though it was utterly alien. To Emily's perspective, Fay's head made its final descent into a cock, but a long, thick phallic tongue slurped out, oozing juice from every pore, and started waving in the air. It was this appendage that allowed the beast her daughter had become to view the world, and was by far one of the most sensitive instruments on her body.

'Mommy? Mommy!' Fay desperately tried to cry out, finding her voice no longer worked, and she flaied that new appendage on instinct before it contacted her mother's fur. She could suddenly feel her there, sense her mother's thoughts, everything her mother felt, and felt her in souch detail that she didn't even miss her eyes from then point on. And as for her mother's scent? It became so engrained in her mind he knew she could find this woman anywhere in the world. Another effect of touching her mother with this cock tongue, or sensory organ, was establishing a link with her. It was short range and rudimentary, but allowed them to communicate.

"I'm here sweetie, don't worry." Emily said this alloud, not knowing any of this, but able to hear some odd echo of her daughter's voice in her mind. She was frightened, sure, but she found this, perhaps because of her heat, perhaps because it was her daughter whom she loved, quite luscious in terms of sex appeal, or it may have been for the pheremones the creature was now emitting from every pore. Whatever it was, she felt no regrets about snuggling up to her 'daughter' and stroking over the ample flesh presented to her, which sent the creature into a shuddering fit. Lust began to clowd Fay's mind in ways she could scarcely have imagined, even after last night. This thing she was becoming had instincts of its own, powerful ones, and were already starting to warp her mind. Not erase it of course, but certainly reshaping it. And with it, the final changes to the girls form started accelerating.

The thick, elongated fingers gained knots at the bases where knuckles had been while the tips tappered, her paws and footpaws becoming studded with dock cocks, while the pads morphed into testes, the flesh toughened enough to make it possible to walk on them. At first it seemed Fay was beocming quadrapedal, but her neck started elongating, and thickening,, bending forward like a snake so the head was still at the forefront, while new arms, similar to the ones before formed, and another pair under that, complete with cockfinger digits and testicle palms. From her back sprouted four long phalic tentacles, and from the groin of her upper half sprouted a second equine shaft, complete with pendulous orbs. Her feminine folds, the only evidence she was ever female, split wider, becoming puffy and growing back to overtake her anus, becoming a massive tunnel that burned with the need to be filled. And finally, on her 'chest' between her new set of four arms grew what at first appeared to be breasts, but they were saggier, and squished together, forming another pair of very saggy orbs, almost as though they weren't flled with very much, though they were still rather round at the bottom.

Emily watched all of this, stunned, as her daughter became easily twice as large as her when laying down, and just as tall when standing, due to the long sturdy legs her previous arms had become. "Fay?" She whispered, even now resisting the urge to go to one of the many cocks and suck, or maybe stroke and cuddle. She was incredibly horny, but her daughter's well being was the first thing on her mind.

'Fay' or rather what was Fay, turned its attention from its changing body and studied the creature stradling it. For a moment it didn't recognize her other than something to fuck, and possibly consume, but then the sentient mind of the girl rose through the mire of instincts, and she recognized her mother. The sensory cocktongue wrapped around her and pulled her close as four arms drew in to hug her, and it was obvious that despite the beast the girl had become, she still loved her mother. Though her new mind registered something else as well, 'mate.'

~*~

Emily laid there, slurping on one of the dick fingers of her previous daughter, the creature aking it very clear that she was its mate, and its subservent one at that. The viewed itself as the alpha of its budding family, and expected Emily to birth it, and her, servants. While she sucked, it hosed down the room in thick black gunk, occasionally swallowing a piece of furniture to swell out the massive testical bag on its throat and restock on the odd slime. The slime hardened into a soft spongey material that was none the less, nearly untearable, and nearly unbreakable. The woman was a bit hesitant at first, but really she knew that she didn't have much to lose, and she already went through one life changing situation, another one couldn't hurt, especially for the better.

It was thus to her surprise when she heard a door slam, an angry voice yelling "Hey SLUT! Where the fuck was my breakfast this morning you useless bitch?!" The voice had a thick slur to it. Johnny was home, he was drunk, and he was pissed. The cock creature, Fay, as its mate still called it, could sense the fear in its mate and grew enraged, how DARE anyone threaten its mate! Emily eeped as the beast rolled over, holding her gently with one paw and its tentacles, and let out the most disturbing roar she had ever heard. It seemed to eminate from the cocktongue, and caused the nude vixen to shudder, thinking about how glad she was that Fay was her mate rather than her enemy. And it was this thought that made her worry about her daughter on an instinctive level, though that worry was short lived when the cock beast plowed through the door, its lust-tainted instinct driven mind far too emotional to work out how to open a door, and upon seeing the male intruding on its territory, fired off a splurtching belch of that black gunk to pin him. The grey fox just stared in horror, in one of his paws a bat, half forgotten. He was hit with a full blast of the stuff and started wriggling desperately even as the creature padded up on its four legs. Readjusting Emily, the creature cradled her effortlessly in its arms, every inch of its body completely flexible and prehensile, and curled those cock fingers around her to keep her comfortable.

:What the fuck is going on?!" Johnny demanded, struggling at the gunk which bound him, and staring up in a mix of rage and fear at Emily. And speaking of the vixen, she just stared down at him, eyeing the bat. occasionally. The creature deciphered the words and touched the fox with the tongue. "MY mate! Mine! No hurt MY mate!" and promptly hefted him up with the tentacles emerging from its back, and sprawled, exposing that huge equine shaft. The drunk fox struggled of course, and though the gunk was only half solidified, he still couldn't escape. Emily watched in amazement as those tentacle began feeding him, clothes and all, into the cavernous hole of the equine shaft, which had stretched out somewhat disconcertingly to accept him.

The inorganic shoes melted almost instantaniously, as did his pants as he was fed into the confines of that cock, the black gunk melting away as well so he could struggle slightly. 'Fay' however, was adoring it, the feel of fresh prey struggling to get away, and the indescribably pleasurable sensation feeding now meant to it. Had Johnny not been scared and enraged, he might have enjoyed it as well, his footpaws were already about midway down, and he was vanishign deeper and deeper into the cock. Tingles shot up through him as his skin started to lose its fur at first, pleasure hazing his mind and making it harder to fight., and by the time he was up to his neck he was moaning. It was the most erotic, intense thing he'd ever felt, and he couldn't stop orgasming even as he was swallowed by that length. 'Fay' let out another beastial roar as it completed its meal, and gaev a few thrusts, swallowing Johnny into its balls, where he'd be digested into cum and nutrients in a process so pleasurable he'd lose his mind well before the process was complete.

Fay rested its cocktongue on Emily's face and stroked it gently, lovingly. 'He never hurt you again Mommy' It just went to reinforce that it was still Fay, and even more that she knew from the thoughts racing through her mother's mind what exactly Johnny had planned to do. And so, Fay and Emily lived out the remainder of their long, long lives in happiness and lust, even though Fay continued to degenerate into a beast over the years. There was another effect to her transformation, she was now practically immortal, and could share her gift...

As for Emily? She couldn't have been happier.

And the rest of the world? Well, the US was quarentined after the first outbreak of new creatures, and is today considered a no man's land, swarming with cockbeasts and the beings that serve them.

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And the moral of this story, is that kindness and compassion have great rewards, while abuse and bigotry have great punishments.