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By Day One Way, By Night Another

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

18th September, 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

Greytail picked up some groceries on his way home, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he drove home, before rounding the corner and his long slender foot pressed down hard on the brake pedal, causing his types to screech against the bitumen, before his eyes widened at the massive traffic jam before him. Twisting his head too and fro, he soon found himself boxed in, and as sweat started to run down his face and neck, he snapped his gaze towards the dashboard and looked at the clock.

5:23 PM

“No, no no no!" Greytail moaned, as he began to quiver in fright.

Frustrated motorists began beeping and screaming abuse at each other, or just in annoyance, but nothing they did, could make the traffic jam move any faster...

*

6:01 PM

Greytail, sweat slicking his body, ran up the staircase, his groceries clutched tight to his chest as he gasped and panted, not because he was unfit, but because he felt the last rays of the dying sun striking through the windows and reflecting off the corner of his eyes. As he fumbled with the keys, he moaned and whined in fear. As he felt the lock turn, he twisted about and slammed his rump against the door, making it slap backwards against the wall, before he ran in and kicked it, slamming it back closed again, before he staggered and moaned, the bag of groceries falling from his arms and scattering against the floor, the orange juice shattering and splashing, as Greytail clutched at his head and gasped in fear and pain.

As he crumpled to the floor, a strange metamorphosis began, his bones crackled and twisted, fur writhed and muscles contorted, as he clutched his muzzle and screamed breathlessly. He stared down at his paws, those strong, large paws, as they blurred before his eyes, flesh and fur rippling like melting wax, growing smaller, more supple and feminine, his strong forearms shrinking as bones crackled and reshaped themselves, muscles melting away, as he felt himself being changed...

Pain grew and grew, the transformation taking its time as it always had, the tail growing heavier and thicker with tendons, muscles and bone – the feet becoming slender, the hind talons growing larger, as he writhed and clutched at his stomach – before a faint line crossed just below the chest and the flesh unzipped painlessly, forming a large pouch, before the muscles contracted and squeezed the opening closed.

He felt his penis invert and form the cloaca, testicles absorbed back into the body and readjusted and moulded into fallopian tubes and ovaries – yet still the pain wracked him, as his strong muscular body twisted and writhed, shortening and becoming almost feral in its newly configured state. Fur rippled as muscles twisted and changed, the fur switching from a brownish-grey to an almost ash grey, with white-grey from the upper arms to the paws, and from where the knees were to the start of the long, slender hind-foot.

Long sharp claws at the tips of the fingers splayed on the timber, then curled and scraped as the transformation continued, the body writhing in the agony forced upon it, as the mind screamed silently within the narrow, slender skull, the ears lengthening, becoming distinctly feral as they swept backwards and the pale muzzle slammed hard onto the floor, long supple tongue lolling as drool puddled around its muzzle. Eyes switched from a deep brown to a light grey, as the claws on the paws continued to claw and scratch at the floorboards, pain slowly easing as at last, the final stages completed and the feral-like Kangaroo Doe lay sprawled unnaturally on her belly, gasping and panting, hind legs stretched out painfully behind it, the heavy, ash-coloured tail twitching between the legs.

7:45 PM

Ashtail moaned and shuddered, lifting her head off the hard wooden floor, as she squirmed and rolled, dragging her long legs back to their natural position, as she pulled them under her and used the heavy tail to help stand. Crouching, her short forearms causing her upper body to lean down to accommodate them, leathery paw pads pressed against the timber as she struggled to stand, a sickening drool of mucus oozed from her muzzle, stringing out as she lifted her head and coughed, feeling the vestiges of the agony as it still over-fired nerves and muscles.

Gasping, she tried to stand, but could only crawl, as she made her way to the kitchen and using her front paws, gripped the bench and pulled herself upright, spine crackling as it adjusted, then she swatted at the tap faucet, before a stream of water issued forth and she pulled herself closer, but it was difficult, she was short and having to step up onto her toes to gain the height, she leaned as far forwards as she could, belly pressed against the cold cupboard, before her ears flattened and she tilted her head, greedily licking at the water with her tongue.

It gushed from the faucet and swirled down the plug, as she stretched her head out further, tilting it almost to the limit, before she managed to get enough water to wash her muzzle out and get a desperately craved drink Flicking an ear, she heard muffled footsteps, before she sighed and dropped back into all fours and turned about, heading towards the groceries that littered the entrance hallway, where she used her paws and teeth to tear open a bag and clutched a carrot between her leathery pads, chewing on it, before the door opened and a large, imposing shadow fell over her, her paws dropping the carrot as he muzzle hung half open, pieces of half chewed carrot dropping to the floor, as she flattened her ears and looked up in shame and guilt.

“What in hell - “ Snarled the Wolf, as he entered and closed the door, looking at the mess and at the Doe, who closed her muzzle and swallowed.

She looked up at him, then rose to her full height of five feet two inches, before she growled, snorted and gestured with her paws, then sighed and slumped her shoulders, ears flattening backwards and giving a weak gesture, before pointing at the window, then the clock, then holding her paws out as if to say 'what could I do'.

“Ashtail..." Sighed the wolf, as he stepped over the mess and gently cupped her chin, making her look up at him. “We don't have time to clean up, you're – expected – at work..."

Ashtail grunted, then slammed a long slender foot on the floor and tried to pull away, but the Wolf growled at her and tapped a finger on her nose.

“No, don't be like that, I know you have your – job – but you get well paid, the clients adore you – and you think this apartment, in this part of town, is cheap? Do you?" He admonished her, before he pulled a collar from his pocket and looked at her.

Ashtail crouched and coughed, looking irritated and unhappy, but she didn't try to fight as the collar was snapped around her slender throat and a leash was affixed to it. As he turned and walked back towards the front door, Ashtail grunted and pulled back, but a sharp tug on the leash broke her reluctance, and she obediently crawled after him, the carrot dropping to the timber floor as she was led outside, the apartment door shut behind her...

*

8:40 PM

Ashtail moaned, as she looked at the elegantly dressed Gazelle Doe, her shoulder to ankle shimmering gown clinging to her live furred form like a second fur, before the Gazelle took a long indrawn breath through the cigarette tube she held in a gloved paw, then looked down disdainfully at the cringing Kangaroo.

“You're late darling, this is most unprofessional – I'm docking you half your nights earnings for this oversight! I expect my employees to be on time and punctual!"

Ashtail looked up from the submissive, crouched position she held, then her muzzle fell open and she quivered, but kept her silence, whilst the Madam turned to the wolf and poked him with a gloved paw.

“What is your excuse for this tardiness? Nevermind, I don't want to know – in future, you will bring her an hour before she is due to start, do you understand me, Patrick? This is completely unacceptable, I have clientele who are most interested – in partaking of your Pet's – affections...."

“Yes, Mistress Falen, I promise, it wont happen again!" Patrick stammered and wilted under the stern stare from the Gazelle, before she stepped away, a cloud of smoke trailing in her wake.

After she had gone, Patrick squatted down and caressed Ashtail's forehead, gently stroking her ears.

“Honey, I know you hate this, I hate it as well, but the money pays your bills – besides – they're well vetted clients here, not like you're working some street and - “

Ashtail flattened her ears, her eyes narrowing under her pale eyelids, as she launched into a series of growls, clicks and grunts, her displeasure coming thick and fast, even if the Wolf didn't understand a word of what she was saying to him – but her body language and the glare she gave him spoke volumes.

“Hey, come on now...lets get you cleaned up, brushed and looking pretty, you are a pretty young Doe, and yes, I hate you being forced into this...work...I do, but...well, never mind, be brave for me my little doe, please your clientele – and I'll make you a wonderful breakfast to make up for not having your dinner tonight – alright?"

Ashtail glared at him, before a ripple ran through her body and she snorted, then timidly licked his cheek and hung her head submissively.

“That's my dear, sweet Doe...come on, we got time to get your muzzle washed and a quick grooming, before you're expected..." Patrick smiled, as he cupped her chin in his paws and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

*

9:15 PM

Ashtail shuddered, as the man stepped into the room, then turned and closed the door to the private suite, before he turned and looked at her. Obediently, she partially sat up, long legs folded across the bedspread, her upper body folding as she looked at him, her paws held flat on the bed. He looked at her, then a smiled crossed his face, before he stepped over to the bed, then sat down and placed a hand on her furred shoulder.

“You're everything they promised me - “ He whispered, as he felt her soft fur and gently stroked her shoulder. “Is it true...I mean, I've never – with a Kangaroo - “

Ashtail sniffed curiously, smelling his arousal and his fear, before she flicked her ears and clucked at him, using her gentlest vocal pattern, before she nuzzled his chest.

“This...feels wrong...yet so right - “ He laughed nervously, before he stood and shed his jacket, placing it over a chair, then beginning to unbutton his shirt.

Ashtail mentally shuddered, hating what the man was going to do with her, but she knew the punishments from Mistress Falen were – insightful and frequently very painful, for refusal.

As the man shed his thin slacks, Ashtail couldn't help but notice the bulge in the silk boxer shorts, and her eyes widened in fright – before she squeezed them tight and adopted a sweet, innocent look on her muzzle.

He sat back on the bed, his fingers stroking through her fur, feeling the silky touch of it, before he laughed nervously and a quiver ran through him.

“I know you understand me – but – I've never, with a kangaroo, you understand – I never imagined one of your kind could..." He trailed off, then placed both hands on her chest, pushing her down and rolling her onto her back.

Ashtail obeyed, even though as he slid her long hind legs either side of his hips, stretching the powerful tendons and muscles and making them ache, Ashtail lay obediently, her paws resting on her belly as she looked at him, then made that timid clucking sound again. He carefully placed his hands either side of Ashtail's chest, before he leaned down and pressed himself against her groin and she quivered instinctively, feeling the impressive bulge and dreading what it would be like, if he mounted her. He wasn't even fully aroused yet, and by the feel of him, he wasn't exactly a small human...

Ashtail's eyes blinked, as he gripped her muzzle firmly, but with care, before he pressed his lips against her furred ones and began passionately kissing her. This Ashtail understood well, and she smiled, parting her furred lips and her tongue flickered teasingly against his lips, as he grunted and began to firm between her hind legs. His tongue timidly touched hers, as she blinked and timidly placed her paws on his shoulders, tenderly caressing and stroking his naked back. He grunted and moved against her, laying more of his weight on her, as his arousal grew and strained against the silk boxer shorts.

“Mmm," He mumbled, as he lifted his head and looked down at her, Ashtail taking this moment to take a quick breath, before she licked at his throat. “If you're half as warm on the inside, as you are on the outside..."

Ashtail blinked and licked him again, using her supple tongue to trail up his well shaven cheek then lick the cup of his ear, before she flinched and felt him thrust against her, then he shuddered and laughed nervously.

“Not yet, my dear, sweet Doe...not...yet - “ He panted, before he stood and climbed off the bed, his fingers sliding the boxer shorts down his thighs.

Freed from its confining prison, his penis sprang from the shorts and stood proud and erect, all nine inches of it, and as Ashtail swallowed, her eyes widening, she began to have very serious doubt she would be able to fulfil her contract...

To Be Continued...