Apocalypse, Ch. 2

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A young man volunteers for a sleep study, and wakes up in a strange lab transforming into a wolf-girl....

The roadside was lined with farmhouses that looked like they came from the 1850's. Some had glass windows, but most didn't. Firelight and candlelight flickered from the windows. Chickens and dogs roamed the yards, in the distance there where cows. Down the road was the glow of electric lights.

I kept heading towards the electricity.

After a minute, real buildings started to appear, some where brick or stucco and stone. Glowing blue plastic side streets appeared. It was really a town.

Also, I could smell water - and sure enough, in the distance was a river with a big bridge crossing it.

Then I saw my first neon-type sign, only it looked like a flat-panel LED type sign. It flashed between an animated image of a man drinking a beer and words that read "Harolds' Tavern".

I thought of my years of playing role-playing games, and decided to try the tavern to get some information. So I pulled the van up and parked it between some horses that where tied to posts. Mine seemed to be the only vehicle here.

I turned off the keys, got out, and locked the van. I put my keys into the purse I had taken.

I walked to the tavern.

Music and electric light spilled out the front swinging doors. I walked in, and was startled.

Most of the patrons where mutants, and they where big. About eight feet tall, and with various mutant morphism: one had two heads, another four arms, some had over-sized limbs or gross dis-figuration's, and one of the pole-dancers on the stage sported a long pink tail. And there where animal people, like me! Cat people, dog people, mouse and rat people, rabbit people....

I sniffed the air, and it smelled like a zoo, with both male and female scents, and I could smell nearly pure alcohol, like Everclear.

Dance music came from speakers, and I could see a classic jukebox in the corner.

I sat down at the bar. What should I ask the bartender? I thought....

Then he came up to me, a four armed mutant in leather with a woolen shirt.

"What'll it be, miss?"

"Depends", I replied. "What do you use for money around here?" I was the best answer I could think of.

He laughed. "Well, we don't take script, ma'am. Just gold, copper, silver, and iron."

I nodded. "I have some tools in my van. Is there some place I could sell them?"

"Sure. Trader Smiths, or you could go across the river to the Junkmaster - he'll probably give you a better deal on tools."

"Thanks", I told him, and he moved off.

Then someone sat down beside me. He was a big gray-furred wolf-man, in a shirt and trousers. He put out his hand and said "Greg!"

I stared for a second, then shook his hand. "Sam...antha...."

"Care to dance, Samantha?", he asked.

I thought for a moment. Maybe I could learn something from him....

"Sure."

He took my hand and led me to the dance floor. We started to dance.

It was strange dancing with someone bigger than me for a change. I tried all my old dance moves, but we where clearly out of sync. He took my hand and spun me around, laying me back at the end of the song. I almost fell.

He laughed and said "Let's get some drinks."

"I don't have any money", was my reply.

"It's okay, I'm paying."

He led me to a table and we sat down. He signaled a waitress.

"What brings you to Riverside, Samantha?"

"I'm just passing through."

"So you're a stranger here. I could tell by the way you dance", he smiled.

A human-looking waitress showed up. "Moonshine for two", he said, and handed her some iron coins.

My mind whirled. What to ask?

"Tell me about this place", I asked.

"Oh, Riverside has been around since before World War 3. It's mostly mutants now, and uplifted animals. We mostly just fish, and harvest the Monsanto."

"Monsanto?"

"You know, the super-wheat. Stuff grows everywhere. You can't stop it. Invades your garden, everything. Nothing kills it."

Ah. The wheat that was growing through the cracks in the road that was everywhere.

The waitress returned with our drinks. They literally stank of alcohol. I gazed at mine dubiously.

He downed his. I sipped mine. Damn, but it was strong.

We made small talk. He made his money fishing on the river, where he had his cabin. "No electricity, but no bills either!"

I told him I was a traveler.

"So your like a gypsy? Can you sing?"

"Well, I can play the guitar."

He smiled at that. "I'll bet you can sing pretty well."

I finished my drink. "Want another?", he asked.

"No thanks." I was kind of dizzy.

My stomach grumbled.

"But I could use some food."

"I have fish and bread at home", he said. "Come stay the night at my place, traveler."

Is he trying to get me to come home with him? I thought.

My stomach grumbled again.

Bah, I can take care of myself. Still, I wondered if he wanted to have sex with me....

"Okay", I replied.

So we left the tavern, and I showed him to my van. He was impressed. "Where did you get a working van?"

"I found it."

I unlocked the door for him and we got in. I took the keys out of my purse and started it up.

"So where do you live?"

"It's not far."

He gave me directions and I followed them, to a river-side road lined with cabins. We pulled up in front of his.

It looked like something from the 1850's, wooden planks and nails, no glass windows just shutters. And the front yard was a garden.

I parked, and we went in. It was a small one room cabin with a straw-filled mattress bed, a table, a small cabinet, and four chairs. On the table was a jug and some bread, and a cutting board. Fishing tackle and net stood against the wall. There was a fireplace with a grill over it and embers glowing in it, and an iron skillet, poker, and a stack of wood next to it. And a wooden box with water in it.

The place smelled like him - like male dog - and fish.

Nice.

"Let me put some fish on the fire", he said.

He took a rather large trout out of the water-filled wooden box and laid on the table, then pulled out pairing and scaling knives from his belt. I watched as he prepared the fish expertly on a cutting board, and put it in the frying pan along with some fat from a jar in the cabinet.

"Pour something to drink", he said. "There's cups in the cabinet."

I found a pair of cups and poured from the jug. The smell of moonshine filled the air.

He tossed some wood on the fire and stirred it with the poker, then put the strips of fish in the skillet and set it on the grill over the fire.

He took his cup of moonshine and downed it like a pro. I sipped mine, finishing it much after him. He poured me another.

"Sing me a song, traveler."

"A song?"

"I want to hear your singing voice", he grinned.

I though for a moment, and sang "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" for him. Half way through he started to make low howling sounds, trying to accompany me.

I finished my second cup of moonshine. By now, I was starting to get pretty drunk.

He refilled our cups.

"Let's dance while the fish cooks", he said, smiling at me.

I smiled back, slightly tipsy. "Okay".

And so he took my hands in his, and started to show me some local moves.

We danced against each other. Maybe it was the alcohol, but his warm body in the cool night air was exciting to be against. He held my waist as we danced, and we rubbed hips a few times, sending tingles through me. Finally, he touched his damp nose to mine and kissed me.

Without thinking, I kissed him back.

His scent was warm, male, and exciting. Our tails where waging. Finally, he stopped and said "the fish is ready". I could smell it too.

We stopped long enough to have dinner and more drinks. By now I was pretty drunk, and I was starting to have amorous thoughts. I wondered what it would be like to actually have sex with him, and if he was trying to seduce me.

After eating, we went back to dancing. Soon, he was kissing me, and I was was kissing him back, somewhat drunkenly. Then he cupped my breasts while we where kissing, and warmth flooded through my body and into my breasts as my nipples came erect....

"Mmmm...", I moaned.

And he moved a hand under my skirt and cupped my groin. Tingles and warmth filled the space between my thighs. I gasped.

"Greg!"

"What?", he smiled. And he started to lift my shirt up.

I didn't know what to do, so I lifted my arms and let him take my shirt off.

Standing there in my blouse and bra, I thought: You are so going to get laid. And I didn't care.

He reached behind me and undid my bra, tossing it aside.

So I took his shirt off.

Then he unbelted his pants, and started taking off his trousers.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to my feet, and then took off my panties.

We stood there, drunker than skunks, staring at each others' nude bodies. Warm tingles passed through me body, settling in my underbelly. My nipples where erect....

He took me by the hand, and led me to his bed. I laid down, and beckoned him over to join me. He got on the bed with me, and I spread my legs, knees in the air, looking up at him as he got between my thighs.

The tip of his penis was poking out of his sheath, a big red rocket....

Here it comes. I'm gonna' get laid!

I remembered masturbating in the lab, and what that had felt like, and I shivered and giggled. I realized I was wet downstairs....

He climbed atop me and kissed me. My breath was coming in short grasps, my nipples where so hard they felt like two little fingertips poking up. I fondled my breasts and moaned.

He grasped me by the waist and moved his erection to my hot pussy. I felt his tip part my lips, and then he slid his cock into me, electrically parting my flesh, and I gasped. Then with a push of his hips, he pushed it all the way into me, and I moaned as his hot, heavy, long rod filled my vagina....

It felt so good inside me, filling me....

Then he kissed me again, and started thrusting.

Pleasure washed through me with each thrust, and I moaned and squirmed beneath him. I could feel his balls bounce against my cunt as he pounded into me, his cock sliding back and forth inside me, my breasts bouncing and swaying....

Oh God he's fucking me....

And it felt so good.

A red knot of burning pleasure was building in my pussy, and I stated to call out "Unh... uhn... uhn..." with each stroke. And in a few minutes, the sensation in my pussy had become unbearable as I squirmed and moaned beneath him, and I couldn't stop myself from cumming....

A massive wave of pleasure rolled through my body, and I felt like I was floating. I saw stars and bright lights behind my eyes, and I couldn't feel my hands or feet or tail-tip. I howled "Arroooo!" as the sensation spread throughout me from my pussy. It lasted about ten or fifteen seconds....

"Liked that, did you?", asked Greg, kissing me again.

"Oh God yes!", I breathed. "Do it again!"

He kept fucking me until I was moaning and squirming beneath him again, and that familiar sensation of the unstoppable need to orgasm came again, and I cummed a second time, howling in ecstasy again....

A minute later he was making low growling sounds, and suddenly he looked at me and whispered "I'm going to spill my seed!", and he stopped thrusting, laid his head beside mine, and pushed his penis as far as it would go up into me.

I could feel his rod pulsing inside my vagina as he shot his sperm into my womb.

Then he heaved a great sigh, and rested atop me.

We rested like that for a few minutes. I could feel his penis grow flaccid inside me.

Then he got up off of me, pulling out, leaving a feeling in my vagina where he had been that he was still in me....

He laid down beside me, and I curled up against him, and we slept.