Mandela Effect
Story by Dewriter on SoFurry
Waking up as a red panda is awkward. It's even more awkward when there's something between your legs that wasn't there before! And no, not the tail. How will Natalie navigate this preposterous situation she finds herself in? It probably ends in sex, let's face it.
An amazing collab I did with Ashiebird! I'm truly terrible at doing names and stuff, I'm sorry. She's amazing, tho.
Natalie instinctively pushed her face into her pillow as she woke up, the young woman using the silky texture of the fabric to keep her mind from wandering to the events of the night prior. It was to no avail, the bubbling anxiety slowly filled her as the fight from last night came back in full. Anger at her husband, guilt towards herself, exhaustion from her work. She opened her eyes, half glaring at the monitor just a few feet away as if it was partially responsible. The frame she had been working on from last night's commission taunted her; a close up of the subject's cock nearly about to burst from his paramour's tongue dancing along its length. Riley had come in, kissed her on the cheek, and coyly asked if he could be treated to the same. And then the same argument they'd had over a dozen times started anew.
She couldn't get horny at the drop of a hat like he always seemed to. He knows this. Not even his ruggedly unkempt looks masking what a sweetheart and a gentleman he was beneath helped. Each quarrel was a near carbon copy of each other. Riley wanted affection, Natalie was either busy or tired. Riley would complain about not getting enough attention. Natalie would instantly grow frustrated, explaining once more that drawing smut day in and day out kept her from feeling like being intimate. She was exhausted, mentally, physically, and sexually from the labor. Riley would say he needs intimacy, and that work shouldn't be as important as their love. Natalie would counter that they can still do things; it just takes her a while to get in the mood. Riley would bring up that they didn’t have an hour and a half every night just to get into things, not even the act itself. Then they would loop the same points over and over, using the same words they'd used before until they both grew so frustrated they would have to take time to cool off. She wished so badly that she could give him what he wanted, and that he in turn would meet her at least halfway…
There had to be another way, some sort of meditation or mental exercise she could perform to be able to prepare herself for him even a tiny bit quicker. As she closed her eyes once more, she took a deep breath, trying to dredge up memories of her favorite moments with him. The way he looked, his wide, toned chest making its way to her before pressing into her petite breasts. The way her nipples pricked with delight as they slid across his skin. His hands gliding all over her, squeezing her rear... spreading her... Oh... Oh, hell.. It was working. Having tried this nearly a hundred times before, the fact that she began to feel a stirring down below caused nothing short of elation. It felt different, to be sure, but she couldn’t recall a time she'd ever gotten this horny this fast. Not wanting to let the moment slip away, she let her hand wander up her front, eager to feel her breasts alight beneath her touch…
Though…
No, that didn't feel right…
Not only was there no familiar tingling along her eager skin, it seemed to have been replaced by a feeling like stroking through a dog's fur. What's more, it felt like the fur was... On her, somehow. She tried it again to the same effect; feeling every single follicle on her stomach pulling gently as her hand runs upwards. Alarm replaced confusion as she opened her eyes, tossing back the blankets to see what in the world was going on. What she saw couldn’t even try at assuaging the surge of adrenaline coursing through her. Down her front, flanked by two streaks of red along her sides, was a pelt of black fur. The same dark fuzz coated her arms, which broke into a shiver as her mind found itself to absorb the situation.
"Ril-RILEY!!!" She yelped out, her voice immediately sounded so foreign to her– It was deep, rumbling, nothing like the sweet lilting notes that let her sing as lead in her high school choir. She yelped out, able to feel tears trying to form in her eyes, but no matter how high her stress peaked they wouldn't come out, her voice about to call out again, until–
‘Calm the HELL down, Nat…’
A new thought came to her, much rougher, much more… Disciplined than she was used to. She felt terrified, beyond scared, but that voice in her head almost seemed to command her, helping to keep her emotions from pouring out into whines and tears. She had to look at this rationally, and somehow, she could feel her breath steadying, even beneath a body that subtly trembled. A plan of action, that's what was needed. She needed to keep calm so as to not scare Riley, she needed to find him, then they needed to figure out what was going on, together. A further calm washed over her, the shaking easing even further.
Creeping out of bed, one leg at a time, she placed her feet... No… Her… ‘Paws’ on the ground, finding it easier to stand on these foreign appendages than she first thought upon looking at their crooked appearance. Chancing a step forward, she found it came naturally, until an alien sensation jolted up her spine as the blanket was pulled half off the bed by... something attached to her. A tail. A tail?! Lord, she had a tail… Without as much effort as she would have imagined, she managed to bend it about her front, holding it in her hands. Vivid red and white stripes coated its entire length, but it was the feeling of, well, feeling it itself that was a marvel to her. Padded hands stroked it up and down, awe coursing through her at feeling an entirely new limb coming from the base of her spine. Yet there was one more thing that caught her eye.
Looking down, she saw, or rather didn't see, her breasts. They were gone, flat, replaced with the slightly squared muscle that she adored so much on Riley. Her voice, her figure... There was only one thing left to check... She had to be sure, she had to know. Tail unfurling, she looked down, a pair of blue and white striped boxers sat upon her waist. There was a... they stuck out slightly, right at the front. Her fingers trembled faintly as they hooked beneath the waistline, hesitating for the briefest of moments before pulling down. She had expected them to fall to the floor neatly, but instead felt them tug at the base of her tail. Apparently a small loop at the backside let her tail fit into the undergarment. Pulling down harder, she heard the small pop of a push-button clasp coming undone, the underwear finally crumpling to the floor.
There it was. Gone was the smooth curve from belly to mons, replaced by a quite frankly… Shockingly large package. Perspective certainly played into things, but she... He knew just by sight he was bigger than Riley was. Padded fingertips reach down, palpating his new orbs up and down, thumb trailing around his plush sheath. His heart thrummed, the stimulation a momentary distraction from the stress of waking up in an entirely different body. It was such a familiar feeling, yet entirely different at the same time. His mind began to wander, curious, wanting to explore all the subtle and vast changes, but a firm thump of his tail against the side of the bed reminded him of what was going on. The plan. He had to find Riley. He had to know he was okay…
"R-Riley?" His voice still sounded foreign, causing him to grit teeth that he had found surprisingly sharp, the furred man forcing through his anxiety despite the distractions. "Riley are you here?" He called out, louder than he meant to. It was so deep, so full, it carried so much further than he was used to.
"Mm~? Is that my handsome Red out of bed~?" A voice rang out from across the house, creating more questions than answers… Who was that? It wasn't Riley's, it was a woman's voice... Had someone broken in or...
Natalie let out a shaky sigh, slowly making his way downstairs. The short journey felt wholly uncomfortable. Even without the new shape of his legs, feeling as though he were walking on the balls of his feet the entire time, there were other things to contend with. For one, his hips refused to walk with the subtle sway she was used to. It felt like someone had bolted his hip sockets so that he could only move his legs forward and back instead of the small loop she was used to. For another, how in the hell did men walk without constantly feeling like their nuts were in danger of being squished? Maybe it was because he was above average, but even just going down the stairs felt like a dangerous balancing act.
The wood of the stairs creaked heavily beneath his paws. He must be so much heavier now, not only from being male and with an entire additional limb, but the railing looked much lower than it did the night prior. He must have been half a foot taller at the very least. Might even be passing six feet…
'You're fine. Make sure Riley is safe.'
The voice from before quelled the incoming surge of shivers threatening to take Nat over. As frightening as it was, he was quickly growing thankful for its instinctual interjections.
"Hello? Who's... Who's there?" He sheepishly called out. His heart raced, instincts he never knew himself capable of rushing to the forefront. He wasn't looking for an escape, he was coiled, ready to strike at anything or anyone who was a threat, the feeling such a foreign one that it caused his tail’s fur to appear larger behind him.
"What do you– Oh~! Are we playing a game?" The voice called back to him, accompanied by a sweet giggle. The noise made his chest light. It was familiar to him somehow, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. "Why, I'm the nasty burglar, here to take your most precious… Uh… Treasures~!" The voice made his already tense fur stand on end even further. Whoever this was was clearly having more fun than Nat.
"Riley, if you're safe, say something please– I need to know you're okay!!" It was getting harder to disguise the fear in his voice as he cautiously peered into the kitchen, the sight before him only adding to the veritable mountain of questions he had swirling about in his head. Leaning back on the table, what could only be described as some sort of… 'Dog-person' was making some serious bedroom eyes towards him. She was wearing only a light pink cooking apron, the image of a bone above the words 'the chef' upon it. Nat's heart raced even harder, a spike of arousal sending his whiskers twitching and his tail swinging into the air.
"Oh no, there's no Riley here! Only the big, bad thief!" The 'thief' leans back onto the table, her shaggy ears draping along its surface as she hikes her muddy brown legs onto the edge. "Let's make this easier for the both of us, hmm~? We know what I want. And the treasure box is right in front of you~" With a move so smooth it belonged in one of Nat's animations, the mystery girl lifted the hem of her apron, revealing a perfect pussy framed between plush thighs. Nat could nearly feel steam rushing out from the ears atop his head at the sight. He felt light, every part of him buzzed with excitement. "Go ahead, we both know I'll get it eventually. Put that white gold where it belongs and we'll all get out of this unharmed~."
Nat very nearly did. It took him three full steps, almost taking a hold of her ankles before he snapped out of the trance this seductress had put him under.
"Nh-no! No! Where's-what's going on? Where's Riley?! Did you do this to me!?" Nat gestured at himself, a rather silly chittering coming from his muzzle as he noticed several inches of pink peeking out of his sheath. As he moved his tail to cover it, the girl in front of him sat up, concern written all over her face.
"Nathan, what are you talking about? Are you alright?" She reached up to his face, Nate nearly flinching backwards as the woman’s playful expression turned to genuine worry. Upon feeling her hands on his cheeks, the thought of both escape and attack eluded his mind… Her touch was warm, comforting, filled with a genuine concern for him that made the cold fear within him melt on contact. "You look terrified… Did something happen? Did you hit your head? Should we go to the hospital?"
"N-nuh um..." Nate scrambled to find the words. Connections were forming in his mind, context clues and obvious assumptions clarifying in this moment of comfort. "You're... You're Riley... Aren't you?" It was the only thing that made sense. As absurd, unreal as it was, Riley being this... Dog woman was the most likely scenario. She confirmed his suspicion with a few gentle nods, her wide puppy dog eyes never leaving his face.
"Of course, sweetheart... Tell me what happened, please? It's okay, I'm here. Nothing's changed." Riley cooed. Even her gentle caresses and soothing voice couldn't keep the maelstrom of confusion and anxiety at bay. Nate nearly snapped, but managed to keep himself from yelling at the last possible moment.
"Nothing!? Nothing's changed?! Riley, everything's changed! Last night when we went to bed we-... We were... So far past the opposite of what all this is I can't even think straight!" Nate began to pace back and forth, hands running through his silvery mane of hair. "I was your wife! You were my husband! And NEITHER OF US were... Were... A-Animal people!? What th-what the hell are we!! Aren't you even the slightest bit concerned?!" Looking back over at her didn't seem to help in the slightest. If she was worried before, seeing her on the verge of tears nearly broke Nate's heart in half. He rushed over to the flustered canine, wrapping her in his arms and holding her fast. A strange instinct tugged at his heart, one that told him to protect her… It was so very foreign, but it somehow felt right all the same despite his circumstances. Her comfort was more important than his…
"I don't-I-I don't understand, Nate! What are you saying?! Are you telling me you're not my husband?! Wha-what hap... h-hap..." She began to sniffle, trying her best to hold back tears that threatened to tarnish her gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. Nate held her even tighter, his mind working faster than it ever had to find a reason for all this, if only to keep her tears at bay.
"Riley, I don't know what happened. But I'm your... I'm your wife. We're married. I remember our wedding. It was in Oakenvale. We wanted to get married in a gazebo– remember? But there was a beehive that made everyone run for the woods." Nate felt Riley pushing back off him. It was gentle, not like she was trying to get away, so he let her. She looked up at him, eyes now swimming with tears, but she seemed to have come off the peak of her despair as he leaned closer. "We ended up calling it a blessing, because we found that canopy of trees, remember? There were at least six colors of leaves, and not too many of them on the ground. The wedding photographer still uses the pictures on his website because they were so beautiful..." He smiled down at her, watching the tears wet her fur for an entirely different reason now, his face nearly magnetized towards her own. "But… not nearly as beautiful as you…" His fur raised at the feeling of her breath tickling his lips, their eyes locked on each other, an unspoken language shared between them both…
His lips met hers, a soaring sense of bliss enveloping his soul despite his muzzle taking a moment to lock in just the right way, the warmth of her lips making everything right for but a single small moment, Nate confident in the fact that he knew she felt the same. He lingered on her as much as she allowed him to, pulling away only as he felt her start to pull back herself. She scrubbed the fur beneath her eyes, looking back up at him with a slightly pinkened gaze, the sight enough to make him want to go to the end of the earth and then some...
"Nathan I... I don't understand. Why are you saying these things? Help me understand... I want things to be okay. I want you to be okay."
Nathan couldn't help but be taken aback. Riley had always been kind and caring, if a bit lacking in empathy in certain aspects. But this was on an entirely different level. She wasn't panicking like Nate would have. She was a balm upon his soul, easing him into a calm and rational state she seldom, if ever, achieved before... before all this. Nathan took a deep breath, gathering everything in his mind as he began to explain.
He told her about being human, about being female. How they met, their first date, their first kiss, the first time they made love. How confused he was when he woke up, how he's baffled that she isn't bewildered like he is. The alien feelings of having a tail, of having to walk differently, sounds hitting his swiveling ears differently than before, smells so much more vivid…
Riley chimed in every so often, confirming details about moments between them from a slightly altered perspective. Riley had indeed been the one to initiate the first kiss, but she had to pull him down by his tie for him to get the hint. Their first date had been to Mabel's Steakhouse, but it had been Nathan that got food poisoning, not Riley. The change to their first time together was obvious, their positions a mirror from Nathan's memory. By the end of it all, Riley seemed much more calm than Nate, whose fur was frazzled to the extreme from all the rustling and tugging he did as a demonstration of how different fur was compared to skin.
"Nathan..." Riley placed a clawed finger to the end of her muzzle in contemplation. "Do you know what the Mandela Effect is?"
The question felt like it came from so far out of left field that Nate actually staggered slightly. "Uh. Err, isn't it like… That thing where people think one thing but it was actually another?"
Riley nodded. "Kinda– yea…! Like when people were polled over whether they thought that one politician died– And the choices were basically fifty-fifty despite it being this whole big televised thing..!" She hopped down off the table, her twiggy tail swishing behind her with a bit of increased vigor. "I was reading that there’s this theory, that people fell through into another reality without noticing it– but only small stuff really changed, y’know? The names of books being subtly different, different sports teams winning their championships." She paused, looking over at Nate who seemed more lost than when the conversation began. "I know this sounds silly, but, umm.. What if this change in reality happened to you– but, on like, a way bigger scale…? Instead of ending up in a world with a different winning team or a different name on a cereal box, you ended up in a world that was the opposite… Where you’re a guy instead of a girl, and I’m… A girl, instead of a guy. Not to mention the uhm... Furless thing…
This is probably really strange, isn’t it…?"
"NO–! Tha-eehum… Mm.." Nathan's brain needed a moment to process. It was outlandish, ridiculous... But so was this entire thing. The more absurd assumption would be that he had forgotten his entire life and had every single one of his memories replaced with a version of himself that never actually existed in the first place. Even if that were the case, it left more than a few lingering questions. "That's... That may be true but... But why just us? Why are... Why is it just the two of us that changed? What about the rest of the world? And why do you remember things this way?"
Riley's head cocked in a distinctively canine manner before returning to normal, her droopy ears raising ever so slightly. "Oh you don't– Oh hun, hold on!" She turned on the spot, bouncing her way over to the sink where her phone lay to the side. Nate took the moment to appreciate the sight of her leaving, her perfectly-shaped rear doing things to him that were quite jarring in his distressed state. Jarring, but welcome, his eyes practically locked onto the cream-colored fur that made a heart shape against her well-rounded backside, as if the perfectly aligned shaped existed simply to rile his new instincts, to make him want to pin her against the counter where she stood, and to let nature take its course between them…
He had to let out a sigh to restrain his thoughts as she came back, index finger dancing through tabs with her padded fingertips before holding the screen to him. Nate takes it, looking at... pictures. Pictures of more animal people. Flicking through photo after photo, he began to recognize the moments they were taken. Dates they'd gone on, hangouts with friends. Pictures of his parents. He started to recognize them, even through the fur. Yet even with the change in species things still seemed even further off... He held the phone out to Riley, a picture of his parents and his younger 'sister' on screen. A greying red panda like himself had his arm around a slightly rotund lemur, husband and wife. At their feet, another panda like himself, limbs all stretched out like the massive dork he... She was.
"That's my family... right?" He queried, tapping the screen with a blackened claw.
"Mm-Hmm!" Riley brightened up, her tail starting to wag with an overwhelming feeling of relief. Nate couldn't help but smile down at her. Not only was she cute in her own right, but deep down, some human instinct still remained; a happy dog was a source of joy for him, even if his feelings conflicted with the way her delicate fur seemed more arousing to the sight than cute, the way her floppy ears gave her an innocent, yet somehow alluring appearance...
"And... I do know their names I promise, but could you tell me them anyway?"
Her ears went back down, tail slowing. Looking at the picture, she pointed to each one in turn. "Evan, Mathilda, and Josie." She looked at him, head cocked once again. Nate's mind reeled all over again, his tail steadying him of its own accord.
"Not... not Esther, Matthew, and Joseph..?" His voice was quiet, asking as though hoping she wouldn't confirm what he said was true. But she shook her head. He grasped for the chair nearest him, sitting down for the first time since this whole affair began. It wasn't just him, every person in his life not only was some kind of furred creature, but all of them were now of the opposite sex. What kind of upside down and sideways world had he fallen into?
There was no chance to let his mind spiral, a gentle pressure on his arm halted the negative swirl of emotion. Riley pressed up against him, a kiss to the side of his muzzle warming his chest.
"Nathan…
I might not know what's going on. I don't know what happened or why. But... your family is still your family, aren't they?"
He looked down at the phone again, the picture he remembered on that Christmas day changed so severely... But... At the same time, it was nearly the same. Josie still had every bit of the 'little brother' energy as she always did. Dad... Now Mom, was still the most gentle butterball he knew. And Mom, now Dad, was still a rock, looking tall and proud even during the holiday.
"And... you're still you, aren't you?"
Nathan's gaze fixed upon his hand. It wasn't the one he'd grown up with, it wasn't the one he'd held hands with Riley all those times... He still felt like himself, but... There was an undeniable difference within. He felt steadier, his mind able to gather conclusions to everything with more ease. The instincts to protect Riley, even above his own feelings of safety, were new, strange... But in the end, he had wanted to do those things. They didn't feel wrong, not even a little. Maybe it was just... how he would have acted, if he had been born male?
"A-and I'm still... I'm still me, aren't I?"
He couldn't stand hearing her voice breaking mid-sentence like it did, his triangular ears bowing back at the sound. Before he even knew what he was doing, he turned, taking her cheeks between his hands, as if to steady her worries before bringing her close once more. Their lips met again, but this time he breached past them, his foreign tongue spreading past the entrance of her muzzle, allowing his tongue to greet the warmth of her maw. She loosed a surprised squeal, her whole body tensing, then relaxing, the canine woman slowly easing against Nate like he had taken control of them both. They never broke contact, save for another passionate adjustment of their mouths, Riley’s leg swinging around the chair until Nate found her straddled upon his lap. A deep ember glowed within Nathan's chest, a kind of pride that had gone from a spark to an open flame at their closeness. His hands wandered up her back, along her side, gliding through her silky fur, appreciating every curve of hers as if discovering what a woman was like for the first time…
Was this how Riley felt when he laid his hands on her? This smoky, warm, prideful feeling, like he'd been made king of the household and Riley was his prize. No, it was more than that. Making her squirm against him, hearing the subtle noises that tickled his lips… The fact that it was him doing that, his touch making her body tense, his tongue making her whine out, his scent making her sink further into his arms. There wasn't anything he could compare it to in his old life. Was this what drove Riley to desire her every night? He might've felt guilty about denying this to him day after day, if he weren't so enthralled by feeling this way himself.
For the briefest of moments he felt like he was falling as Riley pulled back from the kiss, until he looked upon her face. That flustered, lusty, panting face that he painted upon her, with eyelids low, and tongue barely peeking between a bottom set of canine teeth that he didn’t know could turn him on so much. He didn't know if red pandas were capable of purring, but his chest rumbled in a distinctly feral way regardless, making her blush beneath her fur even harder, her body instinctively leaned inward, threatening another passionate lock together.
"Gooh... goodness Nathan…~" She hummed out a small giggle, light and airy, "For someone who was female last night, y-you sure know how to treat a girl…~" Before he could answer, she lunged for his neck, sharp teeth latching just above his collarbone and tugging outwards. She growled playfully as Nate made an odd strangled sort of moan, feeling new parts of his body throb and tense in a way he didn’t know they could…
"You uh... You might have to... Help me out here." He said, suddenly rather shy. It hit him just then what they were doing. What they were going to do. A complete reversal from what he had done his entire adult life. He wanted to. He needed to. Not only because of her beauty or a carnal male desire to mate, but to show her just how much he appreciated her talking him through this. He might not be out of the proverbial woods yet, but thanks to her, he was nearly at the exit. "How about you… Show me what I like, hmm?"
Another bite on the neck, on the opposite side. Another rumbling noise from Nathan's throat. Apparently that was something he liked. Unable to keep still, his hips bucked upwards, only managing to move barely an inch before a jolt of pleasure seized his entire body. Oh god, was that..? It was. Looking down, he saw himself in all his glory. What had to be at least seven inches of red panda cock laid flexing against him, Riley's folds spread across them in a way that made him groan on the spot. He stared, wide eyed, nearly the same way he did when seeing Riley's former pole for the first time. A giggle from just in front of his muzzle broke him out of his stupor.
"Oh my, what it must feel like to suddenly have a big~ throbbing~ cock, hmm?" Riley nibbled at his muzzle, all along the top, along his sides. Feeling his fur being tugged, those sharp teeth grazing his skin, set his skin on fire. Where had this been all his life, what had he done to deserve less than this perfection? "If you think that you feel good now..." She leaned forward, her lips touching every part of his inner ear. "Just wait until you're inside me~" The hot, moist whisper sent a tingle down his spine so severe his back crooked all on its own. Riley suddenly brushed her tongue to the inside of his pointy panda ears, licking every spot she could reach on the thin appendage. Nathan squirmed beneath her; a puppet dancing on her strings. His eyes rose, he couldn't stop making deep groans and ragged breaths.
"O-oh mmuhg aaahd... Riihhllllhmmnnn..." He couldn't even form the words to tell her how good this felt. Only now did he realize where his lips were, the pink of the apron obscuring the objects of his sudden affection. With what little control he had over himself, he lifted the apron to the side, freeing Riley's breasts in all their splendor, feeling the impossibly easy give to them, the delicacy, the softness.... He didn't even pout at the fact that they were slightly bigger than her old pair, instead choosing to revel in their warmth as his muzzle locked around a spot of puffy pink flesh peaking out, practically begging for his lips, his eyelids hanging low at the near perfect, warm, marshmallow-y feeling against his tongue. Above him, gasps and the sweetest of moans added to the symphony of sensations around his oh so sensitive ears. The two nearly play-fight with each other, lips and tongue and teeth attacking ears and breasts, each trying to outdo each other in this contest of pleasure.
It wasn't long before Nathan realized he'd lose this competition. He was reaching a fervent, fevered peak, so much faster than she could ever remember as a girl. He tried to warn her, tried to move her, but all that would escape his lips was garbled groaning, which only made Riley go even harder. He grabbed her thighs, pressing her down firmly against him as his cock shot up his chest. His first male climax rocketed all the way up to his chin, leaving sticky stalactites hanging off his maw as he shuddered and gasped. This wasn't anything like being a girl. How powerful his orgasm felt, how short, yet strong, how it made his chest burn with fiery passion, and caused his teeth to grit tightly. He felt like he'd truly accomplished something, a great feat for which he now deserved rest. That and... Some kind of clarity came to mind. 'Ears? My ears made me cum that hard? Wh-...' He laid back slowly, watching as Riley came down off him, beaming like the sun. Her tail wagged so furiously he could feel its momentum swaying his legs left to right.
"So... You have sensitive ears as one of those non-furred creatures too~?" How the hell did she have that much energy left?
"I'm... Sorry, Riley." Nathan looked up at her, his hormone addled brain returning to a sense of normalcy. She looked shocked, dismayed.
"Sorry? Wha... What f-"
He silenced her with another agonizingly warm, passionate kiss, only parting upon realizing how his words may have been misconstrued.
"No no! Not that. I'm never apologizing for anything that just happened. God, sorry. Sorry!" She turned her head, looking sidelong at him. "No, what I meant was... I'm sorry for... being the way I was back when we were human." She turned back to look at him head on.
"Were we not... happy? Were we that different than how we are now?" Riley’s lustfully riled expression slowly turned a bit more serious, slightly sorrowed as her ears lowered.
"Well um... I just... We didn't have much of a... Physical love life, you know?" He looked down, away from this perfect little pixie sitting astride him. "My work kind of burnt me out on sex... Plus I didn't have that much of a drive to begin with. It um... it was the start of a lot of arguments." He drummed his fingers along the underside of the chair. "If I had known what being a guy felt like... I feel like it may have... Actually turned me on enough so that we could have had sex... That it wouldn't take me an hour to have gotten ready. I-"
It was Riley's turn to silence Nathan. "Oh hush, you!" Riley had a bit of fire behind her eyes. Something deep within him knew not to pipe up until she was done. "If you hadn't pieced it together yet, in this reality I've been female my entire life! I know just as much as you about how it feels to be a lady. How sometimes you just can't get riled up, even if you really, really want to." She pressed a padded finger into his lips as it seemed he was about to speak, lifting his nose ever so slightly so that it blocked just a bit more of his vision. "I'm gonna let you in on something. We've had an argument or two about sex as well, mister." His eyes widened... Had he been the cause of the same kinds of arguments on this side of the mirror? "Mmhmm! There's been more than a few nights where something was going on. When I wasn't feeling the best, physically or emotionally, some part of my cycle, and you came to me, dick in hand asking for some of this~" She gestured down her front, her gorgeous figure reigniting the smoldering embers inside Nathan when he thought they'd gone out. "Yes, it was upsetting. You tried to be understanding, but yes, we have had the discussion more times than I'd care for."
"But now..." Nathan chanced an interruption, the look of curiosity on Riley's face enough of a reassurance that he hadn't crossed a boundary in cutting her off. "Now that your husband used to be a girl... Maybe he'll be a bit more understanding?" He smiled meekly up at her, as though apologizing for all the things the other version of him had done.
Riley couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sure it'll help. But you're still absolutely yourself. It's part of why I'd been so confused during your entire explanation. The way you move, the way you speak, everything's been the same old you." Her fingers moved up his neck, along his muzzle, sending his eyes twitching as she played with his whiskers. "Maybe you'll be a bit better... But you’re still gonna be the same horny panda boy I’ve fallen for in the end, I just know it…~
After all... who could blame you?" She leaned forward, suckling the dangling cum off his chin with the softest hum, a seductress showing off her expertise just to prove a point. As she straightened, she let his glistening cum glimmer on her tongue as she rolled it about in her mouth before making a show of swallowing. "Not when you've got this. Right here. In front of you. Knowing I'm crazy for you. Knowing I need you inside me every moment I'm able to."
Smooth as silk she stretched back onto the table, her lower back steady on the edge. Her legs traveled up to Nathan's sides, showing him exactly how far and wide she can spread herself. For a moment, Nathan had the horrifying thought that this could actually be a dream. That he might wake up right back, able to feel his old breasts, able to send a hand diving between his legs to find the delicate folds beneath. After having a taste of the masculine pride welling within him, going back wasn't an option that was wholly appealing at the moment, it practically made him shudder at the thought… This, right here, was exactly where he wanted to be now…
"Ever eaten pussy before, Mister?"
Nathan's legs nearly folded out from under him in his effort to get down between Riley's legs. The chair clattered off into the hall as he hurled it aside. He almost gasped when he saw her in full. Those perfect, plump, glistening lips framed between two luxurious thighs, tailhole sitting delicately above her eagerly quivering tail. It was clear, now more than ever, why Riley was so insistent at getting into bed with Natalie before all of this. Nathan uttered a silent prayer of thanks before nearing his maw to Riley's glistening muff, a few shaking breaths that signaled his eagerness sounded, a soft mouthing noise marking his approach. Lips locked to her sex, Nate’s eyes rolling at the feeling of her damp folds trickling out a bead of fluid at their contact. She squealed once, and again when he began to move his lips. Finding her entrance with his tongue was an absolute delight. Pressing it forward, letting it glide across her fuzzy folds, along her slick between, and into her silky depths. Her taste, her smell were amazing, like nothing he could’ve imagined in any rampant fantasy he had as a woman. Nate's heightened senses allowed him to appreciate this on a level that the old Riley likely could never reach. His animal brain swirled, giving him every signal that what he was doing was right. This was the scent of a woman who wanted him, who -needed- him. He knew just being inside of her wasn’t enough, and with a trail of his flattened tongue upwards, he would aim to find that perfect little button he knew would drive her crazy, humming in amusement at how tucked away it was compared to her own, leading to Nate giving the area a soft suckle, one that seemingly hit her just right.
Nate was brought out of his reverie by a sharp yelp, followed immediately by a warm wet rush staining his chin, legs clamping down on both sides of his head as he heard the ‘thump’ of Riley’s hands throwing back by her face against the table. He could hear his heart beat in his ears as he opened wider, sealing himself around her entire mound. All too quickly she ceased her wriggling, leaving Nate to gently groom around her inner thighs as she trembled and twitched. He continued for longer than what was strictly necessary, appreciating her warmth, the feel of her fur on his face, the sight before him, her scent... It wasn't until she squeezed his head playfully between her thighs that he even considered getting back up. The two grinned at each other as he stood and placed his hands on either side of her.
"Well, Nathan." She said between panting breaths. "You might not... B-Be different but. I think you may. Have.. Hahhf… Improved in… That department… A bit… Nhh..~" Riley's tail buffeted between his legs, firmly enough that he coyly places his hand down below to protect his jewels, just in case.
"Oh~?" Nate made a show of flashing his pointed front teeth down at her. "You'll have to give me a review of what's about to happen too, then." Riley's full body shudder was all Nate's cock needed to come back to full strength. The male refractory period was new to Nathan. It was strange, having a window forced upon him where the idea of being inside her was simultaneously something he desperately wanted and something his body was screaming at him not to do. But that was over now. He could claim her and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Nathan….
…P…Please~" She whined as his cock laid upon her smooth hillock, eyes pleading for him more than anyone could plead for anything in the whole world.
With one word she turned him from a burgeoning dom into a needy teenager eager for his first pussy. He could tell just by the way her breathing changed that this caused her no end of delight. His hips rolled back, feeling his cock fall between her pitifully warm legs. It took more prods than he cared to admit to get close to her entrance. Something to work on. Just before he nearly gave up and took it in hand, the narrow tip found its goal, both of them gasping in unison at the feeling of connection. He pressed himself up, looking down into Riley's sparkling eyes. She was so full of joy, love, longing. This was perfect. She was perfect. She really was the one he had married, the one he wanted to spend his life with more than anything in the world.
Nate pressed forward, fighting off his body's twinges of bliss to keep steady. It wasn't comparable to how it was before. All of the emotions he felt were the same, but viewed through an entirely different lens. Another side to the same coin. Just as Riley started feeling tight to the point he was afraid he might hurt her if he continued, he felt the warmth of her groin against his hips, the plush give of her ass against his package. Looking down once more he saw her eyes had rolled back, her eyelids fluttering as she let off a haunting groan of delight. More than one firm pulse around his rod told him she'd more than likely cum again. She hadn't seen anything yet.
Pulling back, he watched Riley twitch beneath her, a long sigh coming out as she rolled her head back, exposing her neck. It looked as perfect as the rest of her, and more than ripe for kissing. Two inches before exiting her, he pressed forward once more, leaning in all the while and taking a gentle nibble of her neck fur. She gasped, twice, again as he kissed, and nipped, alternating, two in a row, then three, never keeping the same pattern. His hips had begun their own steady rhythm on sheer instinct, Nate now working his tongue along the contours of her neck. More pulsing from below alongside a long, high whine. The level of testosterone raging through his system, Nate felt he could conquer the whole damn world and then some.
He began to bear down, elbows on the table as he slammed harder and harder into his wife. No longer able to reach her neck, he instead did the same to her breasts, actually snarling whenever there's a particularly shrill squeal upon meeting nipple with teeth. The table beneath them started moving with the force of his thrusts, forcing him in a slow march to keep rutting. Only when the table meets the opposite wall did he truly start to go at it. His hips pumped harder, faster than he ever remembers Riley doing as a man. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, feeling a deep buzzing within them every time he pressed them into her rear.
"Cuh--I... I'm... IyyYYYYRRRRGKKK" Human words dissolve into animalistic growling as he slammed home, burying his cock as deep as it can reach into Riley's silky folds. There was an entirely new dimension of pleasure cumming inside her. A new depth, claiming her like this. Painting her inner walls white with his seed. It only blossomed more hearing her cry out beneath him, her hands grasping his back fur so tight it tugged the skin red. His head swirled, barely able to stay sapient enough to kiss his wife after she had come down from her cries of ecstasy.
The makeouts were the perfect wind down to the whole affair. Having your wife need to pant while wanting to kiss you turned out to be quite the fun affair. Her tongue would wildly press into whatever surface it could, inside or out. Sometimes she would try to make out with the side of his muzzle. Others she'd try to lap at the inside of his mouth. None of this was helped by the fact Nate could not stop grinning from having done this to her.
After what felt like several minutes, Nate regretfully pulled out. Not enough of his cock was left outside of its sheath to help to stay inside her. As he gazed down at the mess he had created, cum all up his torso, dribbling out of Riley's snatch, the table having moved several feet and a chair out in the hall, Nate felt like a newlywed again. He'd missed this kind of passion, back when work wasn't draining all of it from his soul. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Maybe he was born that way to let him truly appreciate how this felt.
"Nohnod..." Riley pointed upwards, her arm collapsing onto her chest, not quite having recovered. "No. Notes." Nate couldn't help but laugh, taking her arm and pulling her up like a ragdoll. She managed to straighten, burying her head in his neck. "Oh..I… I love you so much Nathan…"
"I love you too, Riley." Clean up could wait. He had a moment to savor.
Natalie instinctively pushed her face into her pillow as she woke up, the young woman using the silky texture of the fabric to keep her mind from wandering to the events of the night prior. It was to no avail, the bubbling anxiety slowly filled her as the fight from last night came back in full. Anger at her husband, guilt towards herself, exhaustion from her work. She opened her eyes, half glaring at the monitor just a few feet away as if it was partially responsible. The frame she had been working on from last night's commission taunted her; a close up of the subject's cock nearly about to burst from his paramour's tongue dancing along its length. Riley had come in, kissed her on the cheek, and coyly asked if he could be treated to the same. And then the same argument they'd had over a dozen times started anew.
She couldn't get horny at the drop of a hat like he always seemed to. He knows this. Not even his ruggedly unkempt looks masking what a sweetheart and a gentleman he was beneath helped. Each quarrel was a near carbon copy of each other. Riley wanted affection, Natalie was either busy or tired. Riley would complain about not getting enough attention. Natalie would instantly grow frustrated, explaining once more that drawing smut day in and day out kept her from feeling like being intimate. She was exhausted, mentally, physically, and sexually from the labor. Riley would say he needs intimacy, and that work shouldn't be as important as their love. Natalie would counter that they can still do things; it just takes her a while to get in the mood. Riley would bring up that they didn’t have an hour and a half every night just to get into things, not even the act itself. Then they would loop the same points over and over, using the same words they'd used before until they both grew so frustrated they would have to take time to cool off. She wished so badly that she could give him what he wanted, and that he in turn would meet her at least halfway…
There had to be another way, some sort of meditation or mental exercise she could perform to be able to prepare herself for him even a tiny bit quicker. As she closed her eyes once more, she took a deep breath, trying to dredge up memories of her favorite moments with him. The way he looked, his wide, toned chest making its way to her before pressing into her petite breasts. The way her nipples pricked with delight as they slid across his skin. His hands gliding all over her, squeezing her rear... spreading her... Oh... Oh, hell.. It was working. Having tried this nearly a hundred times before, the fact that she began to feel a stirring down below caused nothing short of elation. It felt different, to be sure, but she couldn’t recall a time she'd ever gotten this horny this fast. Not wanting to let the moment slip away, she let her hand wander up her front, eager to feel her breasts alight beneath her touch…
Though…
No, that didn't feel right…
Not only was there no familiar tingling along her eager skin, it seemed to have been replaced by a feeling like stroking through a dog's fur. What's more, it felt like the fur was... On her, somehow. She tried it again to the same effect; feeling every single follicle on her stomach pulling gently as her hand runs upwards. Alarm replaced confusion as she opened her eyes, tossing back the blankets to see what in the world was going on. What she saw couldn’t even try at assuaging the surge of adrenaline coursing through her. Down her front, flanked by two streaks of red along her sides, was a pelt of black fur. The same dark fuzz coated her arms, which broke into a shiver as her mind found itself to absorb the situation.
"Ril-RILEY!!!" She yelped out, her voice immediately sounded so foreign to her– It was deep, rumbling, nothing like the sweet lilting notes that let her sing as lead in her high school choir. She yelped out, able to feel tears trying to form in her eyes, but no matter how high her stress peaked they wouldn't come out, her voice about to call out again, until–
‘Calm the HELL down, Nat…’
A new thought came to her, much rougher, much more… Disciplined than she was used to. She felt terrified, beyond scared, but that voice in her head almost seemed to command her, helping to keep her emotions from pouring out into whines and tears. She had to look at this rationally, and somehow, she could feel her breath steadying, even beneath a body that subtly trembled. A plan of action, that's what was needed. She needed to keep calm so as to not scare Riley, she needed to find him, then they needed to figure out what was going on, together. A further calm washed over her, the shaking easing even further.
Creeping out of bed, one leg at a time, she placed her feet... No… Her… ‘Paws’ on the ground, finding it easier to stand on these foreign appendages than she first thought upon looking at their crooked appearance. Chancing a step forward, she found it came naturally, until an alien sensation jolted up her spine as the blanket was pulled half off the bed by... something attached to her. A tail. A tail?! Lord, she had a tail… Without as much effort as she would have imagined, she managed to bend it about her front, holding it in her hands. Vivid red and white stripes coated its entire length, but it was the feeling of, well, feeling it itself that was a marvel to her. Padded hands stroked it up and down, awe coursing through her at feeling an entirely new limb coming from the base of her spine. Yet there was one more thing that caught her eye.
Looking down, she saw, or rather didn't see, her breasts. They were gone, flat, replaced with the slightly squared muscle that she adored so much on Riley. Her voice, her figure... There was only one thing left to check... She had to be sure, she had to know. Tail unfurling, she looked down, a pair of blue and white striped boxers sat upon her waist. There was a... they stuck out slightly, right at the front. Her fingers trembled faintly as they hooked beneath the waistline, hesitating for the briefest of moments before pulling down. She had expected them to fall to the floor neatly, but instead felt them tug at the base of her tail. Apparently a small loop at the backside let her tail fit into the undergarment. Pulling down harder, she heard the small pop of a push-button clasp coming undone, the underwear finally crumpling to the floor.
There it was. Gone was the smooth curve from belly to mons, replaced by a quite frankly… Shockingly large package. Perspective certainly played into things, but she... He knew just by sight he was bigger than Riley was. Padded fingertips reach down, palpating his new orbs up and down, thumb trailing around his plush sheath. His heart thrummed, the stimulation a momentary distraction from the stress of waking up in an entirely different body. It was such a familiar feeling, yet entirely different at the same time. His mind began to wander, curious, wanting to explore all the subtle and vast changes, but a firm thump of his tail against the side of the bed reminded him of what was going on. The plan. He had to find Riley. He had to know he was okay…
"R-Riley?" His voice still sounded foreign, causing him to grit teeth that he had found surprisingly sharp, the furred man forcing through his anxiety despite the distractions. "Riley are you here?" He called out, louder than he meant to. It was so deep, so full, it carried so much further than he was used to.
"Mm~? Is that my handsome Red out of bed~?" A voice rang out from across the house, creating more questions than answers… Who was that? It wasn't Riley's, it was a woman's voice... Had someone broken in or...
Natalie let out a shaky sigh, slowly making his way downstairs. The short journey felt wholly uncomfortable. Even without the new shape of his legs, feeling as though he were walking on the balls of his feet the entire time, there were other things to contend with. For one, his hips refused to walk with the subtle sway she was used to. It felt like someone had bolted his hip sockets so that he could only move his legs forward and back instead of the small loop she was used to. For another, how in the hell did men walk without constantly feeling like their nuts were in danger of being squished? Maybe it was because he was above average, but even just going down the stairs felt like a dangerous balancing act.
The wood of the stairs creaked heavily beneath his paws. He must be so much heavier now, not only from being male and with an entire additional limb, but the railing looked much lower than it did the night prior. He must have been half a foot taller at the very least. Might even be passing six feet…
'You're fine. Make sure Riley is safe.'
The voice from before quelled the incoming surge of shivers threatening to take Nat over. As frightening as it was, he was quickly growing thankful for its instinctual interjections.
"Hello? Who's... Who's there?" He sheepishly called out. His heart raced, instincts he never knew himself capable of rushing to the forefront. He wasn't looking for an escape, he was coiled, ready to strike at anything or anyone who was a threat, the feeling such a foreign one that it caused his tail’s fur to appear larger behind him.
"What do you– Oh~! Are we playing a game?" The voice called back to him, accompanied by a sweet giggle. The noise made his chest light. It was familiar to him somehow, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. "Why, I'm the nasty burglar, here to take your most precious… Uh… Treasures~!" The voice made his already tense fur stand on end even further. Whoever this was was clearly having more fun than Nat.
"Riley, if you're safe, say something please– I need to know you're okay!!" It was getting harder to disguise the fear in his voice as he cautiously peered into the kitchen, the sight before him only adding to the veritable mountain of questions he had swirling about in his head. Leaning back on the table, what could only be described as some sort of… 'Dog-person' was making some serious bedroom eyes towards him. She was wearing only a light pink cooking apron, the image of a bone above the words 'the chef' upon it. Nat's heart raced even harder, a spike of arousal sending his whiskers twitching and his tail swinging into the air.
"Oh no, there's no Riley here! Only the big, bad thief!" The 'thief' leans back onto the table, her shaggy ears draping along its surface as she hikes her muddy brown legs onto the edge. "Let's make this easier for the both of us, hmm~? We know what I want. And the treasure box is right in front of you~" With a move so smooth it belonged in one of Nat's animations, the mystery girl lifted the hem of her apron, revealing a perfect pussy framed between plush thighs. Nat could nearly feel steam rushing out from the ears atop his head at the sight. He felt light, every part of him buzzed with excitement. "Go ahead, we both know I'll get it eventually. Put that white gold where it belongs and we'll all get out of this unharmed~."
Nat very nearly did. It took him three full steps, almost taking a hold of her ankles before he snapped out of the trance this seductress had put him under.
"Nh-no! No! Where's-what's going on? Where's Riley?! Did you do this to me!?" Nat gestured at himself, a rather silly chittering coming from his muzzle as he noticed several inches of pink peeking out of his sheath. As he moved his tail to cover it, the girl in front of him sat up, concern written all over her face.
"Nathan, what are you talking about? Are you alright?" She reached up to his face, Nate nearly flinching backwards as the woman’s playful expression turned to genuine worry. Upon feeling her hands on his cheeks, the thought of both escape and attack eluded his mind… Her touch was warm, comforting, filled with a genuine concern for him that made the cold fear within him melt on contact. "You look terrified… Did something happen? Did you hit your head? Should we go to the hospital?"
"N-nuh um..." Nate scrambled to find the words. Connections were forming in his mind, context clues and obvious assumptions clarifying in this moment of comfort. "You're... You're Riley... Aren't you?" It was the only thing that made sense. As absurd, unreal as it was, Riley being this... Dog woman was the most likely scenario. She confirmed his suspicion with a few gentle nods, her wide puppy dog eyes never leaving his face.
"Of course, sweetheart... Tell me what happened, please? It's okay, I'm here. Nothing's changed." Riley cooed. Even her gentle caresses and soothing voice couldn't keep the maelstrom of confusion and anxiety at bay. Nate nearly snapped, but managed to keep himself from yelling at the last possible moment.
"Nothing!? Nothing's changed?! Riley, everything's changed! Last night when we went to bed we-... We were... So far past the opposite of what all this is I can't even think straight!" Nate began to pace back and forth, hands running through his silvery mane of hair. "I was your wife! You were my husband! And NEITHER OF US were... Were... A-Animal people!? What th-what the hell are we!! Aren't you even the slightest bit concerned?!" Looking back over at her didn't seem to help in the slightest. If she was worried before, seeing her on the verge of tears nearly broke Nate's heart in half. He rushed over to the flustered canine, wrapping her in his arms and holding her fast. A strange instinct tugged at his heart, one that told him to protect her… It was so very foreign, but it somehow felt right all the same despite his circumstances. Her comfort was more important than his…
"I don't-I-I don't understand, Nate! What are you saying?! Are you telling me you're not my husband?! Wha-what hap... h-hap..." She began to sniffle, trying her best to hold back tears that threatened to tarnish her gorgeous puppy-dog eyes. Nate held her even tighter, his mind working faster than it ever had to find a reason for all this, if only to keep her tears at bay.
"Riley, I don't know what happened. But I'm your... I'm your wife. We're married. I remember our wedding. It was in Oakenvale. We wanted to get married in a gazebo– remember? But there was a beehive that made everyone run for the woods." Nate felt Riley pushing back off him. It was gentle, not like she was trying to get away, so he let her. She looked up at him, eyes now swimming with tears, but she seemed to have come off the peak of her despair as he leaned closer. "We ended up calling it a blessing, because we found that canopy of trees, remember? There were at least six colors of leaves, and not too many of them on the ground. The wedding photographer still uses the pictures on his website because they were so beautiful..." He smiled down at her, watching the tears wet her fur for an entirely different reason now, his face nearly magnetized towards her own. "But… not nearly as beautiful as you…" His fur raised at the feeling of her breath tickling his lips, their eyes locked on each other, an unspoken language shared between them both…
His lips met hers, a soaring sense of bliss enveloping his soul despite his muzzle taking a moment to lock in just the right way, the warmth of her lips making everything right for but a single small moment, Nate confident in the fact that he knew she felt the same. He lingered on her as much as she allowed him to, pulling away only as he felt her start to pull back herself. She scrubbed the fur beneath her eyes, looking back up at him with a slightly pinkened gaze, the sight enough to make him want to go to the end of the earth and then some...
"Nathan I... I don't understand. Why are you saying these things? Help me understand... I want things to be okay. I want you to be okay."
Nathan couldn't help but be taken aback. Riley had always been kind and caring, if a bit lacking in empathy in certain aspects. But this was on an entirely different level. She wasn't panicking like Nate would have. She was a balm upon his soul, easing him into a calm and rational state she seldom, if ever, achieved before... before all this. Nathan took a deep breath, gathering everything in his mind as he began to explain.
He told her about being human, about being female. How they met, their first date, their first kiss, the first time they made love. How confused he was when he woke up, how he's baffled that she isn't bewildered like he is. The alien feelings of having a tail, of having to walk differently, sounds hitting his swiveling ears differently than before, smells so much more vivid…
Riley chimed in every so often, confirming details about moments between them from a slightly altered perspective. Riley had indeed been the one to initiate the first kiss, but she had to pull him down by his tie for him to get the hint. Their first date had been to Mabel's Steakhouse, but it had been Nathan that got food poisoning, not Riley. The change to their first time together was obvious, their positions a mirror from Nathan's memory. By the end of it all, Riley seemed much more calm than Nate, whose fur was frazzled to the extreme from all the rustling and tugging he did as a demonstration of how different fur was compared to skin.
"Nathan..." Riley placed a clawed finger to the end of her muzzle in contemplation. "Do you know what the Mandela Effect is?"
The question felt like it came from so far out of left field that Nate actually staggered slightly. "Uh. Err, isn't it like… That thing where people think one thing but it was actually another?"
Riley nodded. "Kinda– yea…! Like when people were polled over whether they thought that one politician died– And the choices were basically fifty-fifty despite it being this whole big televised thing..!" She hopped down off the table, her twiggy tail swishing behind her with a bit of increased vigor. "I was reading that there’s this theory, that people fell through into another reality without noticing it– but only small stuff really changed, y’know? The names of books being subtly different, different sports teams winning their championships." She paused, looking over at Nate who seemed more lost than when the conversation began. "I know this sounds silly, but, umm.. What if this change in reality happened to you– but, on like, a way bigger scale…? Instead of ending up in a world with a different winning team or a different name on a cereal box, you ended up in a world that was the opposite… Where you’re a guy instead of a girl, and I’m… A girl, instead of a guy. Not to mention the uhm... Furless thing…
This is probably really strange, isn’t it…?"
"NO–! Tha-eehum… Mm.." Nathan's brain needed a moment to process. It was outlandish, ridiculous... But so was this entire thing. The more absurd assumption would be that he had forgotten his entire life and had every single one of his memories replaced with a version of himself that never actually existed in the first place. Even if that were the case, it left more than a few lingering questions. "That's... That may be true but... But why just us? Why are... Why is it just the two of us that changed? What about the rest of the world? And why do you remember things this way?"
Riley's head cocked in a distinctively canine manner before returning to normal, her droopy ears raising ever so slightly. "Oh you don't– Oh hun, hold on!" She turned on the spot, bouncing her way over to the sink where her phone lay to the side. Nate took the moment to appreciate the sight of her leaving, her perfectly-shaped rear doing things to him that were quite jarring in his distressed state. Jarring, but welcome, his eyes practically locked onto the cream-colored fur that made a heart shape against her well-rounded backside, as if the perfectly aligned shaped existed simply to rile his new instincts, to make him want to pin her against the counter where she stood, and to let nature take its course between them…
He had to let out a sigh to restrain his thoughts as she came back, index finger dancing through tabs with her padded fingertips before holding the screen to him. Nate takes it, looking at... pictures. Pictures of more animal people. Flicking through photo after photo, he began to recognize the moments they were taken. Dates they'd gone on, hangouts with friends. Pictures of his parents. He started to recognize them, even through the fur. Yet even with the change in species things still seemed even further off... He held the phone out to Riley, a picture of his parents and his younger 'sister' on screen. A greying red panda like himself had his arm around a slightly rotund lemur, husband and wife. At their feet, another panda like himself, limbs all stretched out like the massive dork he... She was.
"That's my family... right?" He queried, tapping the screen with a blackened claw.
"Mm-Hmm!" Riley brightened up, her tail starting to wag with an overwhelming feeling of relief. Nate couldn't help but smile down at her. Not only was she cute in her own right, but deep down, some human instinct still remained; a happy dog was a source of joy for him, even if his feelings conflicted with the way her delicate fur seemed more arousing to the sight than cute, the way her floppy ears gave her an innocent, yet somehow alluring appearance...
"And... I do know their names I promise, but could you tell me them anyway?"
Her ears went back down, tail slowing. Looking at the picture, she pointed to each one in turn. "Evan, Mathilda, and Josie." She looked at him, head cocked once again. Nate's mind reeled all over again, his tail steadying him of its own accord.
"Not... not Esther, Matthew, and Joseph..?" His voice was quiet, asking as though hoping she wouldn't confirm what he said was true. But she shook her head. He grasped for the chair nearest him, sitting down for the first time since this whole affair began. It wasn't just him, every person in his life not only was some kind of furred creature, but all of them were now of the opposite sex. What kind of upside down and sideways world had he fallen into?
There was no chance to let his mind spiral, a gentle pressure on his arm halted the negative swirl of emotion. Riley pressed up against him, a kiss to the side of his muzzle warming his chest.
"Nathan…
I might not know what's going on. I don't know what happened or why. But... your family is still your family, aren't they?"
He looked down at the phone again, the picture he remembered on that Christmas day changed so severely... But... At the same time, it was nearly the same. Josie still had every bit of the 'little brother' energy as she always did. Dad... Now Mom, was still the most gentle butterball he knew. And Mom, now Dad, was still a rock, looking tall and proud even during the holiday.
"And... you're still you, aren't you?"
Nathan's gaze fixed upon his hand. It wasn't the one he'd grown up with, it wasn't the one he'd held hands with Riley all those times... He still felt like himself, but... There was an undeniable difference within. He felt steadier, his mind able to gather conclusions to everything with more ease. The instincts to protect Riley, even above his own feelings of safety, were new, strange... But in the end, he had wanted to do those things. They didn't feel wrong, not even a little. Maybe it was just... how he would have acted, if he had been born male?
"A-and I'm still... I'm still me, aren't I?"
He couldn't stand hearing her voice breaking mid-sentence like it did, his triangular ears bowing back at the sound. Before he even knew what he was doing, he turned, taking her cheeks between his hands, as if to steady her worries before bringing her close once more. Their lips met again, but this time he breached past them, his foreign tongue spreading past the entrance of her muzzle, allowing his tongue to greet the warmth of her maw. She loosed a surprised squeal, her whole body tensing, then relaxing, the canine woman slowly easing against Nate like he had taken control of them both. They never broke contact, save for another passionate adjustment of their mouths, Riley’s leg swinging around the chair until Nate found her straddled upon his lap. A deep ember glowed within Nathan's chest, a kind of pride that had gone from a spark to an open flame at their closeness. His hands wandered up her back, along her side, gliding through her silky fur, appreciating every curve of hers as if discovering what a woman was like for the first time…
Was this how Riley felt when he laid his hands on her? This smoky, warm, prideful feeling, like he'd been made king of the household and Riley was his prize. No, it was more than that. Making her squirm against him, hearing the subtle noises that tickled his lips… The fact that it was him doing that, his touch making her body tense, his tongue making her whine out, his scent making her sink further into his arms. There wasn't anything he could compare it to in his old life. Was this what drove Riley to desire her every night? He might've felt guilty about denying this to him day after day, if he weren't so enthralled by feeling this way himself.
For the briefest of moments he felt like he was falling as Riley pulled back from the kiss, until he looked upon her face. That flustered, lusty, panting face that he painted upon her, with eyelids low, and tongue barely peeking between a bottom set of canine teeth that he didn’t know could turn him on so much. He didn't know if red pandas were capable of purring, but his chest rumbled in a distinctly feral way regardless, making her blush beneath her fur even harder, her body instinctively leaned inward, threatening another passionate lock together.
"Gooh... goodness Nathan…~" She hummed out a small giggle, light and airy, "For someone who was female last night, y-you sure know how to treat a girl…~" Before he could answer, she lunged for his neck, sharp teeth latching just above his collarbone and tugging outwards. She growled playfully as Nate made an odd strangled sort of moan, feeling new parts of his body throb and tense in a way he didn’t know they could…
"You uh... You might have to... Help me out here." He said, suddenly rather shy. It hit him just then what they were doing. What they were going to do. A complete reversal from what he had done his entire adult life. He wanted to. He needed to. Not only because of her beauty or a carnal male desire to mate, but to show her just how much he appreciated her talking him through this. He might not be out of the proverbial woods yet, but thanks to her, he was nearly at the exit. "How about you… Show me what I like, hmm?"
Another bite on the neck, on the opposite side. Another rumbling noise from Nathan's throat. Apparently that was something he liked. Unable to keep still, his hips bucked upwards, only managing to move barely an inch before a jolt of pleasure seized his entire body. Oh god, was that..? It was. Looking down, he saw himself in all his glory. What had to be at least seven inches of red panda cock laid flexing against him, Riley's folds spread across them in a way that made him groan on the spot. He stared, wide eyed, nearly the same way he did when seeing Riley's former pole for the first time. A giggle from just in front of his muzzle broke him out of his stupor.
"Oh my, what it must feel like to suddenly have a big~ throbbing~ cock, hmm?" Riley nibbled at his muzzle, all along the top, along his sides. Feeling his fur being tugged, those sharp teeth grazing his skin, set his skin on fire. Where had this been all his life, what had he done to deserve less than this perfection? "If you think that you feel good now..." She leaned forward, her lips touching every part of his inner ear. "Just wait until you're inside me~" The hot, moist whisper sent a tingle down his spine so severe his back crooked all on its own. Riley suddenly brushed her tongue to the inside of his pointy panda ears, licking every spot she could reach on the thin appendage. Nathan squirmed beneath her; a puppet dancing on her strings. His eyes rose, he couldn't stop making deep groans and ragged breaths.
"O-oh mmuhg aaahd... Riihhllllhmmnnn..." He couldn't even form the words to tell her how good this felt. Only now did he realize where his lips were, the pink of the apron obscuring the objects of his sudden affection. With what little control he had over himself, he lifted the apron to the side, freeing Riley's breasts in all their splendor, feeling the impossibly easy give to them, the delicacy, the softness.... He didn't even pout at the fact that they were slightly bigger than her old pair, instead choosing to revel in their warmth as his muzzle locked around a spot of puffy pink flesh peaking out, practically begging for his lips, his eyelids hanging low at the near perfect, warm, marshmallow-y feeling against his tongue. Above him, gasps and the sweetest of moans added to the symphony of sensations around his oh so sensitive ears. The two nearly play-fight with each other, lips and tongue and teeth attacking ears and breasts, each trying to outdo each other in this contest of pleasure.
It wasn't long before Nathan realized he'd lose this competition. He was reaching a fervent, fevered peak, so much faster than she could ever remember as a girl. He tried to warn her, tried to move her, but all that would escape his lips was garbled groaning, which only made Riley go even harder. He grabbed her thighs, pressing her down firmly against him as his cock shot up his chest. His first male climax rocketed all the way up to his chin, leaving sticky stalactites hanging off his maw as he shuddered and gasped. This wasn't anything like being a girl. How powerful his orgasm felt, how short, yet strong, how it made his chest burn with fiery passion, and caused his teeth to grit tightly. He felt like he'd truly accomplished something, a great feat for which he now deserved rest. That and... Some kind of clarity came to mind. 'Ears? My ears made me cum that hard? Wh-...' He laid back slowly, watching as Riley came down off him, beaming like the sun. Her tail wagged so furiously he could feel its momentum swaying his legs left to right.
"So... You have sensitive ears as one of those non-furred creatures too~?" How the hell did she have that much energy left?
"I'm... Sorry, Riley." Nathan looked up at her, his hormone addled brain returning to a sense of normalcy. She looked shocked, dismayed.
"Sorry? Wha... What f-"
He silenced her with another agonizingly warm, passionate kiss, only parting upon realizing how his words may have been misconstrued.
"No no! Not that. I'm never apologizing for anything that just happened. God, sorry. Sorry!" She turned her head, looking sidelong at him. "No, what I meant was... I'm sorry for... being the way I was back when we were human." She turned back to look at him head on.
"Were we not... happy? Were we that different than how we are now?" Riley’s lustfully riled expression slowly turned a bit more serious, slightly sorrowed as her ears lowered.
"Well um... I just... We didn't have much of a... Physical love life, you know?" He looked down, away from this perfect little pixie sitting astride him. "My work kind of burnt me out on sex... Plus I didn't have that much of a drive to begin with. It um... it was the start of a lot of arguments." He drummed his fingers along the underside of the chair. "If I had known what being a guy felt like... I feel like it may have... Actually turned me on enough so that we could have had sex... That it wouldn't take me an hour to have gotten ready. I-"
It was Riley's turn to silence Nathan. "Oh hush, you!" Riley had a bit of fire behind her eyes. Something deep within him knew not to pipe up until she was done. "If you hadn't pieced it together yet, in this reality I've been female my entire life! I know just as much as you about how it feels to be a lady. How sometimes you just can't get riled up, even if you really, really want to." She pressed a padded finger into his lips as it seemed he was about to speak, lifting his nose ever so slightly so that it blocked just a bit more of his vision. "I'm gonna let you in on something. We've had an argument or two about sex as well, mister." His eyes widened... Had he been the cause of the same kinds of arguments on this side of the mirror? "Mmhmm! There's been more than a few nights where something was going on. When I wasn't feeling the best, physically or emotionally, some part of my cycle, and you came to me, dick in hand asking for some of this~" She gestured down her front, her gorgeous figure reigniting the smoldering embers inside Nathan when he thought they'd gone out. "Yes, it was upsetting. You tried to be understanding, but yes, we have had the discussion more times than I'd care for."
"But now..." Nathan chanced an interruption, the look of curiosity on Riley's face enough of a reassurance that he hadn't crossed a boundary in cutting her off. "Now that your husband used to be a girl... Maybe he'll be a bit more understanding?" He smiled meekly up at her, as though apologizing for all the things the other version of him had done.
Riley couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sure it'll help. But you're still absolutely yourself. It's part of why I'd been so confused during your entire explanation. The way you move, the way you speak, everything's been the same old you." Her fingers moved up his neck, along his muzzle, sending his eyes twitching as she played with his whiskers. "Maybe you'll be a bit better... But you’re still gonna be the same horny panda boy I’ve fallen for in the end, I just know it…~
After all... who could blame you?" She leaned forward, suckling the dangling cum off his chin with the softest hum, a seductress showing off her expertise just to prove a point. As she straightened, she let his glistening cum glimmer on her tongue as she rolled it about in her mouth before making a show of swallowing. "Not when you've got this. Right here. In front of you. Knowing I'm crazy for you. Knowing I need you inside me every moment I'm able to."
Smooth as silk she stretched back onto the table, her lower back steady on the edge. Her legs traveled up to Nathan's sides, showing him exactly how far and wide she can spread herself. For a moment, Nathan had the horrifying thought that this could actually be a dream. That he might wake up right back, able to feel his old breasts, able to send a hand diving between his legs to find the delicate folds beneath. After having a taste of the masculine pride welling within him, going back wasn't an option that was wholly appealing at the moment, it practically made him shudder at the thought… This, right here, was exactly where he wanted to be now…
"Ever eaten pussy before, Mister?"
Nathan's legs nearly folded out from under him in his effort to get down between Riley's legs. The chair clattered off into the hall as he hurled it aside. He almost gasped when he saw her in full. Those perfect, plump, glistening lips framed between two luxurious thighs, tailhole sitting delicately above her eagerly quivering tail. It was clear, now more than ever, why Riley was so insistent at getting into bed with Natalie before all of this. Nathan uttered a silent prayer of thanks before nearing his maw to Riley's glistening muff, a few shaking breaths that signaled his eagerness sounded, a soft mouthing noise marking his approach. Lips locked to her sex, Nate’s eyes rolling at the feeling of her damp folds trickling out a bead of fluid at their contact. She squealed once, and again when he began to move his lips. Finding her entrance with his tongue was an absolute delight. Pressing it forward, letting it glide across her fuzzy folds, along her slick between, and into her silky depths. Her taste, her smell were amazing, like nothing he could’ve imagined in any rampant fantasy he had as a woman. Nate's heightened senses allowed him to appreciate this on a level that the old Riley likely could never reach. His animal brain swirled, giving him every signal that what he was doing was right. This was the scent of a woman who wanted him, who -needed- him. He knew just being inside of her wasn’t enough, and with a trail of his flattened tongue upwards, he would aim to find that perfect little button he knew would drive her crazy, humming in amusement at how tucked away it was compared to her own, leading to Nate giving the area a soft suckle, one that seemingly hit her just right.
Nate was brought out of his reverie by a sharp yelp, followed immediately by a warm wet rush staining his chin, legs clamping down on both sides of his head as he heard the ‘thump’ of Riley’s hands throwing back by her face against the table. He could hear his heart beat in his ears as he opened wider, sealing himself around her entire mound. All too quickly she ceased her wriggling, leaving Nate to gently groom around her inner thighs as she trembled and twitched. He continued for longer than what was strictly necessary, appreciating her warmth, the feel of her fur on his face, the sight before him, her scent... It wasn't until she squeezed his head playfully between her thighs that he even considered getting back up. The two grinned at each other as he stood and placed his hands on either side of her.
"Well, Nathan." She said between panting breaths. "You might not... B-Be different but. I think you may. Have.. Hahhf… Improved in… That department… A bit… Nhh..~" Riley's tail buffeted between his legs, firmly enough that he coyly places his hand down below to protect his jewels, just in case.
"Oh~?" Nate made a show of flashing his pointed front teeth down at her. "You'll have to give me a review of what's about to happen too, then." Riley's full body shudder was all Nate's cock needed to come back to full strength. The male refractory period was new to Nathan. It was strange, having a window forced upon him where the idea of being inside her was simultaneously something he desperately wanted and something his body was screaming at him not to do. But that was over now. He could claim her and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Nathan….
…P…Please~" She whined as his cock laid upon her smooth hillock, eyes pleading for him more than anyone could plead for anything in the whole world.
With one word she turned him from a burgeoning dom into a needy teenager eager for his first pussy. He could tell just by the way her breathing changed that this caused her no end of delight. His hips rolled back, feeling his cock fall between her pitifully warm legs. It took more prods than he cared to admit to get close to her entrance. Something to work on. Just before he nearly gave up and took it in hand, the narrow tip found its goal, both of them gasping in unison at the feeling of connection. He pressed himself up, looking down into Riley's sparkling eyes. She was so full of joy, love, longing. This was perfect. She was perfect. She really was the one he had married, the one he wanted to spend his life with more than anything in the world.
Nate pressed forward, fighting off his body's twinges of bliss to keep steady. It wasn't comparable to how it was before. All of the emotions he felt were the same, but viewed through an entirely different lens. Another side to the same coin. Just as Riley started feeling tight to the point he was afraid he might hurt her if he continued, he felt the warmth of her groin against his hips, the plush give of her ass against his package. Looking down once more he saw her eyes had rolled back, her eyelids fluttering as she let off a haunting groan of delight. More than one firm pulse around his rod told him she'd more than likely cum again. She hadn't seen anything yet.
Pulling back, he watched Riley twitch beneath her, a long sigh coming out as she rolled her head back, exposing her neck. It looked as perfect as the rest of her, and more than ripe for kissing. Two inches before exiting her, he pressed forward once more, leaning in all the while and taking a gentle nibble of her neck fur. She gasped, twice, again as he kissed, and nipped, alternating, two in a row, then three, never keeping the same pattern. His hips had begun their own steady rhythm on sheer instinct, Nate now working his tongue along the contours of her neck. More pulsing from below alongside a long, high whine. The level of testosterone raging through his system, Nate felt he could conquer the whole damn world and then some.
He began to bear down, elbows on the table as he slammed harder and harder into his wife. No longer able to reach her neck, he instead did the same to her breasts, actually snarling whenever there's a particularly shrill squeal upon meeting nipple with teeth. The table beneath them started moving with the force of his thrusts, forcing him in a slow march to keep rutting. Only when the table meets the opposite wall did he truly start to go at it. His hips pumped harder, faster than he ever remembers Riley doing as a man. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, feeling a deep buzzing within them every time he pressed them into her rear.
"Cuh--I... I'm... IyyYYYYRRRRGKKK" Human words dissolve into animalistic growling as he slammed home, burying his cock as deep as it can reach into Riley's silky folds. There was an entirely new dimension of pleasure cumming inside her. A new depth, claiming her like this. Painting her inner walls white with his seed. It only blossomed more hearing her cry out beneath him, her hands grasping his back fur so tight it tugged the skin red. His head swirled, barely able to stay sapient enough to kiss his wife after she had come down from her cries of ecstasy.
The makeouts were the perfect wind down to the whole affair. Having your wife need to pant while wanting to kiss you turned out to be quite the fun affair. Her tongue would wildly press into whatever surface it could, inside or out. Sometimes she would try to make out with the side of his muzzle. Others she'd try to lap at the inside of his mouth. None of this was helped by the fact Nate could not stop grinning from having done this to her.
After what felt like several minutes, Nate regretfully pulled out. Not enough of his cock was left outside of its sheath to help to stay inside her. As he gazed down at the mess he had created, cum all up his torso, dribbling out of Riley's snatch, the table having moved several feet and a chair out in the hall, Nate felt like a newlywed again. He'd missed this kind of passion, back when work wasn't draining all of it from his soul. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. Maybe he was born that way to let him truly appreciate how this felt.
"Nohnod..." Riley pointed upwards, her arm collapsing onto her chest, not quite having recovered. "No. Notes." Nate couldn't help but laugh, taking her arm and pulling her up like a ragdoll. She managed to straighten, burying her head in his neck. "Oh..I… I love you so much Nathan…"
"I love you too, Riley." Clean up could wait. He had a moment to savor.