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Flexible Survival belongs to https://nuku-valente.sofurry.com/ It's also a Game online, suggest you take a look if you are an adult, and into pervy stuff.

Story contains Violence, Non-Con, Gender shift, Transformation, MPREG, and Mental Shift. Stop reading if you are offended, or not an adult.

People sometimes say they “Are having a bad day" but today, this was the worst. And being a human survivor of “P Day" AKA The Furpocalypse that's saying something. Me and Amy have lived 6 months scavenging and surviving. But luck runs out eventually.

I'd found a Truck loaded with MRE's left over from the failed Military intervention, which one, I could care less, minus for having the food. Amy was beside me, loading up her pack, when she simply ceased to be there, a large shadow accompanied this, passing over the truck's canvass top, accompanied by a shrill scream from my wife. As I stepped outside, I was taken too, apparently the truck was bait, and we'd fallen for it, as rough talons grasped me, wrenching me off the ground.

Their owner was some sort of Dragon, a two legged reddish-golden beast with a stinger for a tail. I almost felt offended that it didn't feel the need to use it as we flew. I could just see the beast carrying Amy, who let her down atop a building, with surprising gentleness. The Wyvern carrying me remained aloft as the first beast pinned Amy to the ground, then coated her with some form of gel, soon encapsulating her within it.

I screamed my love to her as her head was covered, not knowing if it was heard. The Wyvern holding me was a male, I found out via my legs being slapped by it's thickening cock as we flew. I knew being exposed to these creatures would corrupt me, change me into them, having seen this happen to others.

The Female, satisfied with her work, flared her wings, and positioned herself over Amy, her massive body blocking my view of what was happening, but the orgasmic roars of the female rang out across the ruins of the city. The male dropped me on the roof beside the female, letting me see the last of Amy's cocoon disappear into the depths of the beast's cloaca.

I didn't care about the puddle of fem-cum, all I could do is approach the female, I must have been in shock at the time, but she allowed me to approach, purring in a raspy purr as the male landed behind her, and started to mount her. It's thick dong rasping across the female's scales inches from me as I reached out and touched her scaled belly as the pair began to fuck in earnest.

I could feel her “egg" within the female being pushed deeper into her by the male's cock, until with a shudder it must have entered her womb as the egg passed the Female's hips. I felt the Womb fill with my Amy as the female's belly scales subtly pulled apart under my fingers as the male was fully within her now, his hips slapping aginst her raised tail and ass as they fucked.

Why Didn't I run? You might ask. Those who decided to stay on the Titanic might understand. Amy was my everything. And even if she changed, she was my wife, and no matter her shape, I'd follow her to the ends of the Earth to find her again.Besides that, I was already contaminated, my leg before the beast had ever landed had rubbed its pre on my leg. I could feel the change starting already, the itch of scales starting to grow. As I cried, and the beasts did too, though for opposite reasons I felt its bestial womb inflate further as the female accepted her mate's seed. This soon was to be my fate too, I knew this as my boot burst apart, the talons within bursting through as I changed. The female cooed in pleasure as the male pulled out, his slimy cum lubricating what was otherwise a ridged, scaled cock. Perhaps it was the infection, but I was already imagining me impaled on it as the infection reached my groin.

My thoughts were interrupted when the Wyverns took flight suddenly screaming in alarm. I screamed “No!" as The female and my Amy within her fell away from my fingers. I failed to notice why until the smell. Skunks. As my vision cleared, a trio of Skunkettes approached me, speaking in English. So, these weren't feral were my last thoughts as they all aimed their asses at me and let loose.

“It's no good, captain, he's already infected." One voice said, as I noticed my now furred hand, and looked down at my scaled torso.

“What's happening?" I asked one of the trio.

“Trying to save you." She replied, aiming her ass at me again.

The already skunk part of me welcomed this, but she must have ran dry, as not more than a dribble came out.

The female looked enraged “We are not going to lose this one!" She said, whipping her head around

“Sorry cap, I'm dry too" the other nodded they were the same. For me, I was burning, the competing mutations at war within me, the pain almost as great as the realization of having lost Amy.

“Sorry to ask this, but you need to trust me." The captain said, disrobing, baring her breasts. “Suckle me, now!" She said, thrusting her furred tit in my face.

I tried to move away, the others held my head to her bosom. One screamed at me “DO IT!" And so I did, taking the frankly human sized nipple in my mouth.

“He's not sucking!" The captain said, while I tried to ignore the taste of Skunk milk in my mouth.

One of the females grasped what had to be my ear (On top of my head?) “Listen, you piece of shit, either you drink or you lose your mind. GOT IT?" She screamed at me as I cried and tried to drink in between sobs.

Some of it must be getting into me as I felt the scales itch and start to turn into fur. Some part of me hungered for this, as she ran dry and shifted me to her other tit. I felt dirty, feeling down as I drank, realizing she had not just two breasts by feel.

The pain lessened as my tail turned, and I switched to a third tit. “Thatta girl" The captain whispered as I nursed. I almost stopped when I realized that she was pregnant, feeling the lives within her push against her boob from behind it.

“It's working, Captain!" One of the skunks said happily as I switched to boob number 4, not needing to be prompted to do so.

“Captain, I think she's done changing" One of the skunkettes said droll as I nursed from boob number 5, now midway down her belly as the captain petted my head.

“Want to be wrong, and wake up to a Wyvern at midnight? The captain said as I drank, my tears almost dry upon my fur. “Let her finish, we both need it after today."

And so I did. Only bothering to speak once she was dry. “You have a name? Call me Cap" The head skunk said, donning her gear.

I looked down at myself, nude, but furred. I was grateful to not feel womanish breasts as I felt down my torso, noting the oddity of my fluffy tail it's swishing only stopping when I grasped it, bringing it to my face it was so soft, like the best pillows.

One of the skunkettes grinned, rubbing her hand over her breasts. “Looking for these? You'll get them after getting knocked up." She said, winking as I took a tentative step on my new feet paws.

“Grey" I said, answering for a name.

“Grey is it? Guess that'll be OK for a female name too, seeing you are one of us now." The captain said, finishing getting attired, her skunky tail now in my face as she bent over to pick up her pack, which I fended off with my own, still in my hands.

The pair of subordinate skunks exited the roof down it's access, a stairwell whose cover had been ripped off some time ago, likely by amorous wyverns as a guess. The Captain walked near me, talking to me. “You took a few knocks there Grey, but I'm glad we got to you, Sally is right, you would have went feral on us as a wyvern. Is there something we can do for you Grey? We do want to make you happy after all."

I sighed, the noise louder for the lack of loud steps, as the skunks (me included) were almost silent on our paws as we descended 5 floors “My wife was in that Wyvern that you chased off."

The captain stopped, looking back at me “They ate her?" she said, looking me in the eyes.

I felt dirty having to explain it “No, they turned her into some kind of cocoon and had sex with it inside the female's cunt." I said, trying not to break at the memory of seeing Amy's face for the last time.

The captain turned around and patted me on the shoulder “I hate them too, took one of my kids the same way. Join us Grey, it's not impossible to get them back."

And there it was. The promise of aid. “And if we can't there's always revenge." The captain added, turning away as we exited the building.

“OK, for Amy, and your kid, I'm in." I said, she turning and accepting my extended hand in hers followed by the cheers of the subordinates as they clapped me on the back. I felt mortified, looking around for ferals trying to attack us.

The captain grabbed me, draping her arm over my shoulder before shouting as loudly as she could “I'M A SKUNK, I HAVE 3 OTHERS WITH ME, FUCK WITH US, AND BECOME ONE OF US!" She grinned as the echoes of her shout rang across the ruins of the city. A few curious faces looked out of buildings or from cover before returning to their hidy-holes or whatever.

“We are the Skunk ladies, ain't nobody who doesn't want to become one of us gonna fuck with us in a bad way, minus for the lord of course." Cap said, continuing on.

“The wyverns were using a truck loaded with MRE's as bait, that's how they caught us, it's about 2 clicks away, if you need supplies." I volunteered.

“Hell yeah! My kits need the calories!" one of the Skunkettes volunteered, a bit further along pregnancy wise than the others, and as I smelled around some instinct telling me all of them were pregnant. I smelt something else though, like someone was super horny. I followed that scent to my own crotch.

“Grey here has an appointment with the Lord." Cap said, before asking me"Mind telling us were the truck is?" I gave the street address, and the pair of skunkettes peeled off, after unloading their packs into the Captain's and whatever the pair of us could carry. So arms full, we trod on, to meet with this “lord" person.

Cap filled me in on Skunkette life, and even taught me how to use my natural “Weapon" which was embarrassing, but this was the woman who had saved my mind. “So, who is this lord you refer to?" I asked as we entered a den, where a bear-like skunk was asleep.

“This is our lord, father of our kits, and a feral. You are in heat, and a target of any feral who might turn you, and sire kids on you as your mind goes bye bye, so we are here to fix that." She said, as the large creature stirred, it's nose twitchng as it picked up my scent, starting to sport a morning woodie.

I tried to back away, but Cap held me firm “He's a feral, he'll kill you unless you submit, we live in his territory, this is his due, and he'll kill a wyvern to protect you if you carry his kits."

I squirmed as the feral reached for me, sticking its nose under my tail and eeped as he gave it a lick, causing me to release my bladder. “Let it happen, you won't get changed if you do. It's literally the safest sex you can imagine." She said as he pushed me over, his muzzle drenched in my piss dripping on my back as he moved over me.

Part of me wanted to object, but the skunk part of me begged for it as the thin rod of his cock touched my ass, wondering around for my hole as he flexed his hips. I accepting that this was going to happen, tried to help him align, which led to more misses as each of us tried to fit tab A into slot B. This was ended by Cap reaching under him, and guiding it home, leading him to slam deep into my virgin cunt.

I looked at Cap, who was grinning “Pretty hot, Grey" She said, one hand in her crotch, giving herself a finger as the beast above started to move within me. I flexed my hips, trying to get off before he did, exploring sex from a woman's point of view. Or at least a Skunkette's one. The male picked up the pace, fortunately his rod was smooth and long, so he didn't slip out, or cause me much pain as I rested my head on my crossed furred arms with my ass raised. We came together, he releasing his dominant skunk scent as he did so, fogging up the room as he impregnated me.

I felt his seed quench my heat utterly, like a fire had been put out as he dismounted, and gave my leaking cunt a lick in appreciation. The entire thing having the romance of having a dog mount my leg before P-Day. “He'll remember your scent now, and when our kits grow into more of us, we'll take back what was stolen from us." Cap said, rubbing my cum filled tummy while grinning. The Lord grabbed me by the scruff, and turned me around, before kneeling.

“It's your honeymoon ride. Climb aboard him. He won't hurt you, not now that you are his." Cap said as I grasped his fur on his shoulder and mounted him, not sexually, but as a mount. He exited the den, allowing me to see the world from a new perspective. From months of hiding in fear, to now everything either bowed or ran at the sight of the Lord's passage. It took a bit to realize that they feared me too now. Still, I scanned the sky, hoping to see any trace of my Amy as the lord and I patrolled his territory.

That night, I got to meet the kits, the next generation, a 70/30 % mix of females and beastly males, princes and princesses each one. They and the tribe of Skunkettes all gathered around The Lord, and I was happy to discover skunks sharing MRE's among the growing tribe that I was now part of. I rested among them, laying against the Lord's belly fur, with the floof of our tails combined as a bed. I could smell his fur, from among the others though as I rubbed my stomach, which had deflated, The Lord's seed having done it's job. I closed my eyes, imagining my fertilized eggs implanting into my womb. I was curious as to how many boys would be in the litter I bore, but as I closed my eyes I pondered what Amy's day had been like, hoping she was safe. It had been one hell of a day.