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Innocence Lost

Chapter One

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

22nd September, 2017.

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Kanga lay forgotten in a corner of the bedroom, once the prized possession of Christopher, she had been delegated to the corner to be ignored, forgotten and abandoned. He had loved her over the years, from cuddling her as a young child, into his adolescent years as he explored his growing puberty and sexuality, then one night – it had ended for him and Kanga – no fanfare, no tearful farewells – no...nothing...

Kanga lay partially sprawled, the pale pink silk of the strategically placed hole between her thighs, where many a time young Christopher had sexually relieved his frustrations with Kanga – now was wrinkled and unloved. Her plush fur was dusty and dirty, and old clothes had been dumped on her without thought or care – when once, Kanga had shared Christopher's bed, loved and been loved, mated i countless and pleasurable ways by Christopher – or so he once remembered, as the glass eyes of the abandoned plush just stared out from the dark recesses of the corner into which Kanga had been banished...

Silvery moonlight crept its imperceptible way across the carpeted floor, creeping like a remorseless tide of silvery light, before it brushed over Kanga's tail...and a magical thing began to happen...

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Kanga's tail lengthened and filled out, the plush rippling and running like wax as dark tail tip hairs sprouted where once synthetic fur was – lengthening up the tail then blending into a grey fur that followed the moonlight as it climbed up Kanga's tail. Feet grew, talons pushing painlessly through the stuffing and stitching, the feet growing long and slender with thick leathery pads, as the toes curled and flexed, the foot lengthening into a feral kangaroo's foot, the leg bones growing and stretching.

As the moonlight washed over Kanga's lower body, fur rippled, replacing the synthetics and stuffing, as painlessly, the silk of the penetrable hole turned into a moist, glistening cloaca as a scar spread across Kanga's fake pouch, becoming a large, loose one, the tight muscles quickly closing it to a third of what it had been, as the moonlight rippled and spread.

Long claws pushed through Kanga's fake rounded paws, then come the paw pads and the pale fur on the back of the paws, slowly spreading up the arm to the shoulder and flowing across the throat and chest. Fingers flexed and waggled individually, curling the claws inwards before relaxing – as if long being out of use and cramped.

Finally, the moonlight slid up Kanga's chin, the pale fur blending seamlessly into the darker silver grey, her muzzle falling open as she gasped with a deep inhalation, her slender tongue moving, chest rising and falling. Glass eyes grew wide, dark brown and expressionate, as he blinked and looked left and right, before her eyelids narrowed slightly and she leaned forwards, long feet pointing at the ceiling and paw gripping the carpet, as she rocked back and forth, before getting a firm grasp and pulling herself fully into the moonlight, her long ears flicking and twitching, before she slumped onto her belly and lay sprawled, gasping and panting.

For fifteen minutes, Kanga lay sprawled on her belly, long hind legs splayed out in an unnatural position for a kangaroo, thick, heavy tail laying between them, as she moaned and shivered under the silvery moonlight.

How many years had it been since she last turned? Kanga lifted a paw and scratched at the side of her head, the blunt, slightly curved claws scratching at fur and flesh, as her mind struggled to think, it felt like her mind was stuffed with polyester, so it was difficult for her to focus her mind down and concentrate. Admittedly, Kanga thought to herself, I've never been the brightest inhabitant of the woods...

Flexing her paws, feeling them as if she had never had them before, Kanga stared at them, watching the short fingers clench and relax, experimentally flexing her wrists and watching as the muscles beneath her fur on the forearm move and rippled as she lifted it, then flexed her elbows, gazing at each in turn. Stretching her long legs out, Kanga felt the taught tendons and powerful musculature, before she winced and laid her foot flat, upside down on the carpet and stretched herself out, paws up over her head and feet splayed out behind her.

Once she was satisfied everything was as it should be, she rolled over and used her forearms to push herself up off the floor, her hind legs twisting until she could get them under herself, as she stood then leaned back on her powerful tail and ran her paws lightly from throat to belly.

One ear twitched, rotating forwards, as she heard muffled voices down the hallway, one she was familiar with – but oh – how it had grown, deepened and changed! Kanga was a moment thinking, before the bedroom door slammed open and a young human stormed in, before he slammed the door behind him – then his mouth fell open as he stared at the feral kangaroo who stood staring back, before one cheek twitched, the fine whiskers moving, as Kanga's muzzle fell open in surprise and shock.

"No - " Christopher moaned, as his eyes went wide like dinner plates. "You're not real, you can't be real!"

Kanga flicked both ears forwards, before she crouched and timidly crawled closer, Christopher's anger with his mother evaporating, as he started at Kanga and pressed back against the wall. Kanga frowned, before she crawled closer, and Christopher moaned and scrambled across the bed to get away from her, babbling incoherently. Frustrated, Kanga leapt onto the bed, then using her powerful legs, she sprang and her paws gripped Christopher by the shoulders then licked him from throat to forehead.

"Does that feel real enough for you?" Kanga smiled at him, before moving to lick him again, but Christopher grunted and pushed her backwards, forcing Kanga to squeal and crouch, her ears snapping backwards as she looked up at him, tears welling in her chocolate coloured eyes.

"You're...not...real..." Christopher wept, great wet tears streaking down his cheeks.

Kanga frowned, then began to rise, before Christopher snarled at her, his face betraying rage, confusion and grief, making her crouch submissively and cough in fright.

"I spent years...in therapy and - " Christopher wept, as he sank onto the bed and cradled his head in his hands. "Nobody believed me, when I said you come alive, my parents divorced, my own mother almost had me sent to some asylum, thinking I was suffering some psychosis...do you have any idea...what you done to me...Kanga!"

Kanga frowned, not understanding much of what he was saying, before she timidly crawled forwards on all fours, then sniffed at him, her head tilting as she struggled to defog her mind and concentrate hard – until she realised the scent from him was anger, fear and confusion.

"No, you don't, you never understood did you? You preyed upon an innocent child! You corrupted and twisted me, forced me into mating with you – how many hundreds of times? Well? Answer me!"

"I - " Kanga began, then flattened her ears, before tears welled in her eyes and slid down her muzzle, then dripped to the floor. "I never..."

"That's right, you never thought! I loved you Kanga...hell, I still do – you were my first, you know that? You took something from me, something, special, that can never be replaced..."

Kanga burst into tears, pressing her paws against her ears, as she turned away from him, her shoulders quaking as she sobbed soundlessly.

"Why Kanga...why did you do it? Well, answer me!"

Kanga looked over her shoulder, before she used the leathery pads on her paws to wipe away her bitter tears, her muzzle twitching before she spoke, her voice a quiet, sibilant whisper.

"Because you loved me...and I loved you..." Kanga spoke, barely audibly, before she turned her head back around and began crying in great soundless sobs that wracked her whole body.

To Be Continued...