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Kristen woke with a start, feeling herself constrained and recalling the events that led her to the current predicament. Last thing she remembered was investigating a break in at a warehouse, then a prick to her neck and everything went black. Now glancing around, she was in some sort of lab and constrained in an older looking restraint system that used to be used to keep villains held until police could arrive.

Struggling against the machine she was inside, trying everything she could think of using her superpowers to try and escape. Each time she tried to pull against the restraints holding her arms, they tightened their grip on her. After several attempts she realized that they were kinetic binders, the more she attempted the stronger the machine's grasp would be. Allowing herself to go limp, there was a brief moment of gratefulness that the tightness released slightly alleviating a bit of the pain.

Collecting herself, she opened her eyes and decided to take an assessment of the room she was in and the situation that was occurring. Someone had gone to some lengths to capture her, and maybe she could use that information to escape. Took blinking her eyes several times before she was able to get used to the pale light streaming in through a window higher up on the wall. Taking a closer look, it wasn't an actual laboratory but a warehouse space that had been converted over. There was a number of test tubes, each having a variety of materials of liquids in them, including several that had some sort of faint luminescence. The color seemed to shift between a faint pink to an almost white, the light casting shadows around it. That seemed to be the only thing standing out amongst the other items in the room that she could see through the lenses of her mask.

The odd sound off from her peripheral vision got her attention, lifting her head to see where the the noise had come from. Part of her glad that she wore a full facial mask, hiding the look of fear and surprise on her face. The villain striding towards her wearing a large grin on his face wasn't the most dangerous, but was very feared and for good reason. There was very little known about him other than he went by Death's Blade, and in his short time from his initial appearance he'd taken over a good chunk of the criminal underground in drug distribution and genetic modifications.

"Ahh you're awake. I'm glad to see that, hope my underlings weren't too rough when they captured you?" The way he spoke, even the way he referred to way he said underlings caused her skin to crawl. Being this close to him was a fairly terrifying experience due to other heroes past experiences.

There were rumors that he'd experimented on himself, using stolen technology and chemicals to create a hybrid body for himself. Kristen had seen a few hybrid creations over the years, mostly government agents that had been transformed for special missions, or the occasional rich person wanting a different outlook and attention from the media. Even a few of her fellow heroes had been hybrids that she'd worked alongside, but this was a different situation all together.

Looking at him, it was very clear that he hadn't limited himself to just one single species like all the others she had met. There was a small litany of species that he had spliced himself with, obviously for several purposes. His head was that of some sort of thickly built canid, though with a pair of what appeared to be saber-toothed tiger teeth jutting out from the jaw, easily four or five inches long and looking very sharp. Wearing nothing on the upper body, his heavily muscled chest was some sort of thick mammal with a dark gray fur. His arms ended in a pair of hands, or paws correcting herself. They appeared to be feline, possibly lion or some other breed of large cat, seeing claws occasionally unsheathing before hiding back into the digits again.

She wasn't able to pin down the lower half of his body, he had donned some sort of armored looked pants that ended just above his ankles. Kristen could see that he no longer had feet, but something similar to a horse's hoof. The one aspect of his transformation was the long tail that swayed behind him. It wasn't furred like the rest of his body, but almost scaled like that from a lizard but the tail ended in a bulge that had a dangerous looking stinger that glistened with either some sort of toxin or dampness.

"Where am I? What do you want with me?" Trying her best to sound brave, hoping he wouldn't be able to hear through her false bravado. Eyes focused on his golden ones, that almost seemed to look into her very soul. His attention seemed to linger on her a bit longer than she was comfortable with before he decided to speak up.

"Well, well, well, having Crystal Hope here and this close allowing me a good chance to look at you. I mean, knowing how pure you maintain yourself to be, was curious if it was just a show or the truth." Part of her was taken back, felt like the hair on the back of her neck was bristling. How dare he insinuate that she was pretending to be anything other than that. Before she was able to catch herself, pursed her lips and attempted to spit on her captor. Of course, it wasn't going to reach its intended target but it did make her feel a little better and confident. "Seems I hit a nerve? Alas, that's not my goad for the time being."

"What is it then? Torture me and try and get some secrets, I won't talk you know. Others have tried, doubt you're any more creative than they were." There was a slight nod to that muzzle, almost like a sort of confirmation. "See, now why don't you release me? I'll take you in, we can avoid bloodshed and undue pain."

"My, my, bold and to the point aren't we my Dear?" Kristen watched him stepping forward, before she could react that paw grasped her mask, tearing the material and tugging it off her head, leaving her exposed. "No, I have much more grand plans in store for you." Her eyes followed the sweeping gesture of his hand, ending up pointing at the faintly glowing test tube. "Inside that is my newest hybrid transformation serum, but sadly I need a guinea pig..." Eyes seeming to wide looking at her, his voice sounding more excited. "Wait, it would seem as I have one just waiting for a dose."

Panic filled every fiber of her being, lurching against the restraints hoping she'd been lax enough that they went into sleep mode. The implications fueled her to strain against the restraints, a hiss of breath when the clamps tightened painfully even as she continued her struggles. Almost a minute later, she slumped forward feeling fairly drained due to the exertion of straining against the machine's bonds. Lifting her head upwards, she glared daggers at Death's Blade hissing out.

"If you think I'm going to volunteer to be turned into some freak like you, you're dead wrong." Kristen put every bit of conviction behind her word that she could muster. When she saw that paw reaching towards her face, instinctively drew back in revulsion.

"I never said you would volunteer for this willingly, guess it's more like being voluntold? Don't worry, you will be injected though." His voice dropped to a whisper, pressing that muzzle close to her ear. "The best part about the serum, the species change is transferred through sexual contact." Eyes went wide in horror, looking at him shaking her head.

"T... That's a damn lie! I'm not going to fuck some random hybrid for your amusement. Serums don't work that way; all the formulas have to have the species beforehand." Logic she told herself, that was the way she would be able to get herself out of this predicament. She listened to him brag about how he'd resolved that issue of the formula thanks to a bit of genetic engineering on his part. The new formula used a chemically bonding agent to copy the genetic material of the donor hybrid to create a more stable restructuring.

"You say that you won't fuck a hybrid now, I assumed that part and figured in for that bit of a challenge. I added a wonderful little cocktail to the formula. If you're aware, animals come into heat or estrus, and that's all they can think about like a maddening urge." She shook with a mixture of anger and fear. "I've been able to replicate that experience for humans; you've been a big proponent for abstinence. Wonder how well you'll be able to handle those urges." All she wanted to was slap him, anything to get out of the situation he was proposing. "I can't wait to see your will power dissolve when every fiber of your being is urged to get fucked like a bitch in heat."

Kristen could feel the heat rush to her cheeks, turning a bright red in color. Even though she was a superhero, and words like that still made her feel like an embarrassed girl in her private boarding school when she was growing up. She was proud of the fact she was thirty-one years old, and still a virgin. She was currently engaged to another hero and wanted to save herself for her wedding night. Kristen was sure she couldn't forgive herself if she allowed herself to have sex with some dirty henchman hybrid and not save herself for Crystal Strength. If even what he said was partially true, she would need every bit of self-control and her faith to avoid the fate he had in store.

"You think you can succeed? I'll be able to resist no matter what you do, unless you're planning to let some guy rape me." A little bit of confusion came across her face when he put his paws up, taking a step back from her.

"Woah, I'm a villain and sell drugs, but that's crossing a very disturbing line, even for someone like me." Shaking his head, a bit, watching her with those golden eyes. "No, you'll give in willing, but I'm a gambling man so I'll make you offer, how's that sound?" Tilting her head slightly, listening as Death's Blade continued to speak. "I will inject you, that's not going to change. It takes about an hour for the effects to kick in. Then I'll leave you alone with someone special I picked just for this experiment. If, and I do mean if after three hours you haven't given in, I'll release you." Glancing at him, she tried to figure out if he was lying or not, but with the fur and muzzle there wasn't any telltale signs that she was used to.

"Three hours? To resist having sex with some random stranger?" She started to laugh; this challenge was almost as good as won. "That will be easy." He nodded, baring those sharp teeth making her slightly uneasy. "Fine, I'll take your challenge since it doesn't seem as if I have any other option at this point." Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realize that he'd moved away from her until she yelped out in a bit of pain. Looking at her arm, she saw a large syringe buried in her arm the plunger moved downwards pushing the glowing pink fluid into her body.

It was several minutes before she started to feel any sort of effects, and those that she did were rather odd. Even though she wasn't moving, the room appeared to be spinning slowly making her feel a little queasy. Shaking her head to try and clear the sensation, but that actually made the sensation worse. Kristen lasted only a few more moments before darkness overtook her and she felt herself losing consciousness.

Waking up, she felt disorientated and realized she was laying on a bed with a pillow propped up behind her shoulders elevating her into a sitting position. Kristen closed her eyes for a moment, a slightly wave of nausea washed over her from the bright lights, a voice echoing slightly in the room as a voice came over the intercom.

"Ahh, you're awake. I was a little concerned, but you've been out for just over two hours so once your partner joins you, the clock will start." Looking at the wall, there was a large digital readout on the wall, it had a counter for 3 hours, including minutes and seconds listed on it. The nausea had passed and she was getting her bears as Death's Blade echoed from a speaker in the room. There were several things to appeared to be some sort of video cameras.

"You didn't say you'd record this, what the hell is wrong with you?" She was angry, but that voice echoed with laughter responding to her comment.

"Oh, I think it'd be great, getting a video of you giving in and being fucked. It'll be hilarious, I can see the headlines now." A shudder raced down her spine, she could imagine the headlines that the magazines would have with that kind of video. One of the, if not the purest superheroes having sex like some cheap whore in a porn movie. "Though I'm sure that some of your fellow heroes might be more interested." There was a pause that made her rather nervous. "Someone like Crystal Strength?"

"Well I hate to be a disappointment, it's not going to happen, no matter what." Kristen was irritated that he would bring up her fiancée, it wasn't common knowledge, but not exactly hidden. "I have my convictions that I'll be able to resist and not give in." Even as the words left her mouth, there was that tingling sensation in her body. She recognized it from the few times that she had allowed herself to indulge in pleasures of the flesh, never going further than just light touches or caresses from her fiancée. Sighing quietly, she rested on the bed, slumping back against the pillow. Part of her wanting to try and escape, but she could feel a restraining collar on her neck. From what she could feel, it was same as the ones used in the prisons, holding her powers at check and would shock her if she tried to escape.

"Well, we will see. Your partner is here to join you. I'm hoping he'll meet your expectations. He has very soft fur so when it rubs against your back it'll be nice." The speaker went quiet, the words making her blush but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Kristen's eyes went wide, seeing the male striding in with almost an air of confidence. She had no idea who he was, but he was a fairly muscular looking wolf. The male's fur was such a dark black color, that it almost had a purple tinge when the light hits it in the right way. A bit of blush crossed her cheek realizing that was completely nude except for a pair of very snug underwear. Kristen could make out the bulge of his sheath and very large looking balls hugged by the fabric making her squirm slightly at the size. She shook her head clearing out thoughts of him looking a bit bigger than her fiancée, looking at the wolf as he spoke up.

"Hi there lass." Squirming a little, hearing that deep Irish accent and cursing herself internally. It was one of the few accents that she found really attractive. She squeaked out a response, even as he kept speaking. "So you're going to try and resist the urge? Well I'm hoping you've got a strong will." The wolf grinned; she could see that he had sharp teeth in that muzzle, not as large as Death's Blade, but still rather dangerous. "Otherwise, you'll give in and I'll have you on all fours getting fucked raw." All Kristen could do was squirm in place on the bed, her mind already picturing herself on all fours with the hybrid on her back. Drawing in a deep breath, she took a moment to compose herself and thoughts before speaking up.

"I've got an incredibly strong will, you'll be surprised." The wolf perked an ear, looking at her almost as if he wasn't surprised at her comments. It's possible that he had heard it before, or maybe he thought she was just putting on a show for him. Kristen closed her eyes, just ignoring the wolf for the moment. Clearing her head using a bit of meditation she had learned from another hero to keep her grounded. Each time her mind was cleared and tried to relax; her mind raced back to the place that she didn't want it to be.

"You've done pretty well so far." Her attention was broken, the wolf was gesturing to the wall where the clock was set. Nearly forty-five minutes had already passed, there was a good chance that she could win this! There was just a little over two hours left that she had to endure, and the bit of excitement she felt from lasting this long was just what she needed to boost her confidence. Even with the self-control she had demonstrated at this point, she could feel the tingles of arousal throughout her entire body. Underneath her costume, even though it didn't show through the material her nipples were stiff, and her groin felt flush and very warm. Kristen did her best to keep from moving too much, as even the little bits of stimulation from where her costume pressed against her body made the sensations that much more prominent.

There was some noise from where the wolf was sitting on the other side of the bed, she glanced over and could see him adjusting the bulge in his garment. That simple motion made her shudder and her muscles clench where they normally didn't, she decided that a change in tactics was needed. Maybe it would help her focus, it was hard to get that image out of her mind, seeing his paw squeezing the heavy bulge before she spoke up.

"So, Uh what's your name? I'm Crystal Hope." She watched, the wolf nodding slowly, almost as if he was taking a moment to formulate her response. That voice filled her ears as she resisted the urge to swoon from the thick accent.

"Name's Randall, I know who you are really. You can dispense with the silly superhero name. I'm a hybrid, not stupid." His words coming out slightly growled as if he was offended by how she was treating him. "I know your name is Kristen, and all those claims of being pure and pious, I've seen the commercials and little things you've done for schools." Kristen was taken aback by his bluntness and lack of any sort of tact. He continued his tirade, words stinging and to the point. "I've been around your kind of people, thinking you're better than everyone else. I'm honestly surprised you've lasted this long, last time I was here with someone that claimed to be like you, they broke down and gave in under an hour." That last comment made her look over at the clock, it felt so much longer than it really had been. It had been only an hour and fifteen minutes since the challenge had started, and she could feel the tension building inside her.

"What are you doing?" Eyes went wide when she looked back at Randall, he was starting to idly run one of his paws over the bulge in his underwear. The material outlined every inch of his groin, showing off that he was either gifted or using something to make himself look bigger. She didn't have any real experience with the male genitals, having never really looked at porn, or indulged those interests, preferring to wait until her wedding night. At the tip of the tented section of his underwear, she could see the light blue material getting darker as if the fabric was getting wet.

"Well since you aren't going to do anything, I was going to stimulate myself a little to pass the time. Even in that outfit, you're pretty hot." She stared at him, watching that paw slide along the bulge, making that damp spot grow bigger. The words escaped her lips before she could stop herself, feeling embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you? You're peeing your underwear?" The wolf just stopped mid stroke and looked at her, there was a genuine expression of surprise on his face.

"No. What you're never seen a guy stroke himself?" Kristen shook her head slowly, tilting her head a bit when he continued. That grin on his muzzle made her feel slightly uneasy for some reason that she couldn't put her finger on. "Well when a guy gets sexually aroused, his penis leaks something usually referred to as precum. In laymen's terms, it's similar to how your pussy gets damp when you're sexually aroused."

She knew that that he could probably see the color of her cheeks, the skin flush with the unmistakable heat of embarrassed. Kristen had read a little bit of sexual education in school, but it wasn't something that she spent any amount of time on. It as irritating that Randall continued his little lecture in vulgar detail, which didn't help her imagination.

"It's not that unusual, some guys tend to leak very little and some like myself tend to leak quite a bit as you can see." That paw squeezed his bulge, eliciting a groan from his muzzle making that damp spot growing a little. "It's designed to help a guy press his cock into a girl's pussy. I have the benefit since I leak so much, I rarely need lubricant with a girl. I'm sure you've wondered what it'd be like to have a nice stiff cock pounding your pussy at times, all girls do at some point." There was a slight nod of her head, biting her lip squirming, grinding her thighs together. Kristen didn't want to admit that his words were having an effect on her.

"I mean, sure a good girl like you would never compromise on her ideals. Willing to bet that you're the kind of girl who doesn't even finger herself." She stammered a response, stumbling over her words tried to think of something to say.

"I've done it a few times, I mean... just didn't work for me. Not that it's any of your business." The last line was blurted out fast, almost as if she was defending her response. Kristen watched as Randall leaned back on the bed, spreading his legs and showing off that bulge. It was all lewd and on display looking so big in the tight fabric of his underwear.

"You've probably never even touched a guy have you Kristen?" When she shook her head, he spoke to her in such a quiet and comforting tone, not even being rude of condescending. "Why not come over here and feel me up through my undies. I mean, there is just over an hour left. Would it really hurt if you touched me, I didn't do anything?" A shiver ran down her spine, only an hour left? Her eyes were drawn to that bulge, an internal debate raging through her mind at his words.

On one hand she was curious what it would feel like as she'd never felt one, not even with the times she'd been with her fiancée. She was also worried that he was doing this to tempt her to go further. After what felt like an eternity, Kristen decided to indulge him as it'd probably help him from trying to do anything further.

"So. So, I can touch you, and you're not going to do anything?" She was already scooting over the bed towards him, biting her lip to keep from moaning. It didn't occur to her how worked up her body was feeling at this point due to the chemical in her system. Even the small bit of friction from her uniform felt like electricity against her body.

"I won't do anything unless you give me permission. We both know that isn't going to happen." There was a bit of sarcasm to his words, but she ignored it sitting down next to him. Kristen's hand moved over and ever so slightly brushed against Randall's bulge. Her hand drew back quickly when it flexed under the material, looking at him like it tried to bite her. "It's okay, just reach out and wrap fingers around it, it doesn't bite at all."

"I know that." She snapped at him a bit. "It's just a penis, not some sort of monster." It sounded silly to her after the words left her mouth. Again, she reached out, wrapping her hand around the bulge feeling it through the fabric. There were a few different sensations that she felt when his penis moved under the fabric from her touch. The one that kind of scared her a little, was the response between her legs. She felt the muscles inside her vagina clench, Kristen was a bit taken back when she wondered how it would feel those muscles clench around Randall's length. She squeezed him a little and looked up when he moaned. "Are you okay?" Her words were barely above a whisper.

"Yah, just felt good lass when you squeezed. Why not stroke it, smear a little of the precum at the tip, I'm sure it'd help." Against her better judgement, she listened to his words. She stroked her hand slowly and gently going upwards from the base towards the wet spot. There was an odd sliminess through the fabric when she stroked over the wetness. Kristen watched when Randall closed his eyes when she kept slowly stroking him, his words mixed with moans. "Fuck that feels good, you should rub your pussy through your clothes while you're stroking me. No point in just one of us feeling pleasure really."

Kristen watched Randall's face, her hand slowly stroking that bulge as she observed him to see if his eyes would open. When they didn't, she spreads her legs slightly. The sensation let up a little on her groin, but instead of stopping and ignoring her own her hand moved down to stroke over her groin through the fabric. Pleasure washed over her unexpectedly, being much more intense than she ever felt before. Unable to help herself, mouth opened and moaned out with Randall, one hand stroking him slowly. She could feel the wetness soaking the fabric more and more, her other hand moving slowly over her mound through her uniform.

What happened next would have normally repulsed her, but the gentleness that Randall did it caught her off-guard. His muzzle pressed to her parted lips, that tongue pressing inside her mouth. Eyes drifted closed as she kept rubbing him and herself, feeling that tongue in her mouth. She used her tongue to try and feebly push it out with her tongue as it felt kind of nice and could taste his saliva. Had she been thinking straight, it would have dawned on her that she was now making out with him. The sounds of their moans filled her ears, the feeling of his hot breath washing over her lips just made her feel more aroused.

"Take it out, my underwear are getting too tight, it's a bit painful." His words barely registered to her addled brain, nodding before she started to kiss him again. This time, she eagerly opened her lips to let his tongue slip into her mouth, wrestling her tongue with his. Letting her hand leave her groin, she gently hooked them into the waistband of his underwear tugging them down. Kristen felt Randall's paw helping her hook them under his rather large and heavy testicles.

"This is wrong." The words didn't even sound like that they came from her mouth, taking a moment to look down. Kristen took a few moments to look at his length now that it was jutting out from his sheath. To her unexperienced view, it looked odd and misshapen, there was no glans more of a tapered tip to the shaft with a slight bulge near the base. She'd seen a few pictures of guy's penis before, but this so alien and foreign to her. Kristen couldn't help but compare Randall to her fiancée, he looked both longer and thicker.

Regardless of how she was feeling about this, she didn't stop touching him as her fingers wrapped around his naked flesh. She couldn't help but feel its firmness and thickness, if she had to guess he was probably about eight and a half, or nine inches. It was slick and slimy feeling with the fluid oozed from his tip, her fingers smearing it over his length. Kristen moaned into the kiss when Randall's paw cupped her breast through her uniform, caressing the nipple through the fabric as he squeezed her slightly. She couldn't help it but leaned into the attention. The caresses made her feel warm and tingly, she spread her legs a little wider to try and alleviate how tight the fabric felt at the moment.

A little part of her just wanted to strip her uniform her off, let him caress her with his soft paws. She kept sliding her fingers along his shaft, not noticing the slightly change to her hand as it was coated from his precum. There was a very bare coating of fur appearing on her hand. Moaning softly, Kristen was fighting the urge to undo her uniform to let Randall slide his paw in and fondle her breasts directly. A slight moment later she shook her head, breaking the kiss, lips tingling slightly, her breath rather heavy.

"I'm not normally like this. I mean, I swear, it's got to be the drug." Kristen watched as Randall nodded slowly, speaking up after a few moments. He wasn't making it easy, that large paw was fondling her breast still through her uniform slowly and gentle.

"Well it might be the drug." His voice dropped to a whisper when he leaned in. "Or maybe it's the fact you've kept yourself so repressed you want this to happen. You've turned your fiancée down when he's offered haven't you?" She nodded slowly, breathing heavily even with quiet little moans escaped her lips from time to time. The reminder of her fiancée made her feel a bit bad that was she was doing this, but it wasn't going to escalate. The next bit from Randall's muzzle made her forget all about her fiancée, that paw squeezing her breast. "How about you straddle me, let my cock grind against your pussy through the uniform. Then tell me how that feels, it might help you feel better."

Kristen couldn't help but nod, ignoring the voice in her head telling her to stop and move to the other side of the bed. Her body moved forward as he laid back on the bed, feeling his strong paws stroking her hips helping her get into position. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock, stroking very slowly and then letting go of it to allow him to rub it against her groin. A loud gasp as she felt that tip rub along the defined bulge of her mound. It brushed and she could feel it spreading her labia under the material, she stiffening and moaned loudly when his tip rubbed against her clitoris. The motions were definitely making her feel warmer, beginning to very slowly roll her hips grinding against his shaft. She could feel his precum soaking her groin, oozing through the fabric and soaking her mound under the fabric. Underneath the fabric, she was unaware of the soft coating of white fur spreading.

"Ahh you feel so hard. Why didn't I try this with my fiancée before." She felt those paws gripping her rump, Randall rolling his hips upwards. The sensations were making her moan loudly, lifting her head back, eyes closed. "Please, don't stop."

"Mm it does feel so good, imagine how much better this would be if that uniform wasn't in the way." His paws tightened their grip on her rump, could feel his blunt claw tips digging in a bit. She nodded and whimpered, the words sounded so tempting but she knew she couldn't give in. A brief glance at the clock, showed she had just over forty minutes left to resist and she'd be able to leave. Each time she rolled her hips against him, that member grinded firmly against her mound through her uniform, making that urge to strip and let him rub against her pussy lips even worse.

Kristen squirmed as those paws left her rump, sliding up her back to tug her zipper down on her uniform. It wasn't long before her breasts were exposed, bouncing slightly with the motions of her rocking against Randall. The cool air of the room made her shiver, nipples stiff and aching a bit. Those paws slid around to the front cupping her breasts; she could feel a bit of precum making her breasts a little sticky. Each caress of his paws on her breasts caused a soft layer of fur to spread. Soft whimpers escaped her mouth, trying to find the words to speak up.

"This is so wrong, I'm engaged. I can't keep doing this, it feels so good but it." Those paws found her nipples giving them a firm tug causing her to moan out loudly, cutting off her protests. Soft growl from Randall's muzzle silenced any further protests, finding herself more than willing to obey. She rolls her hips against him, leaning forward into those exploring paws. Whimpering softly with each caress and stroking of his paws teasing her stiff nipples with his thumb tips.

"If it feels good lass, why stop?" Even Kristen was having a difficult time trying to remember why she wanted him to stop. Each touch was sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. There was some part of her that was trying to recall the exact reason, but she was having such a hard time to focus with the pleasure. Her hips were now rolling against the wolf's movements, causing his shaft to grind firmly against her heated sex through her uniform. She felt so warm and damp between her legs, part of it was her own arousal but a lot of it was Randall's precum oozing through her uniform. If she was to check, her thighs and mound were covered in thicker fur, her folds barely resembling what they were but now looking more canid.

"I. I can't remember, please just keep making me feel good." Her words dissolving into plaintive moans, the wolf's paws continuing to teasingly explore her supple breasts. Kristen leaned her head back when Randall pressed his muzzle to the tender skin of her neck. Soft nips making her moan, the sensation of his dangerously sharp teeth just adding to the excitement. His paws were slowly undoing more and more of her uniform until her entire upper body was exposed, the bottom half of the uniform beginning just at the usual place of the waistline. Kristen stiffened and moaned, lifting her hips forward gasping in surprise. Randall's paw had continued down past where her uniform stopped, brushing over her groin.

When his paws brushed over her folds, it was a much different sensation that the few times she had touched herself. Each slow stroke of his fingers made her moan loudly, the heat of her groin flooding throughout her body like a wild fire. The stimulation helping to accelerate the transformation. Eyes slowly drifting close as those fingers of his teased and caressed her entrance. Her hips lifted upwards as he gently pressed a finger deep into her untested passage. Each slow stroke of his fingers were making her moan loudly, her arousal coating his finger.

She felt that blunt claw tip brushing against her untested hymen each time he pushed it deep into her clenching passage. With her eyes closed, she didn't realize that Randall's muzzle leaned in and whispered in her ear. The heat of breath washed over her skin making it tingle.

"Your uniform is getting in the way, maybe we should take it off." Soft whimpers escaping her lips, making her feel torn. Each caress to her folds, that finger sliding in and out of her passage muscles clenching around the digit. Randall growled deeply in her ear, paws gripping his shoulders lifting up a bit. "I think we need to get it out of the way. My cock is aching to rub against your pussy, maybe even push inside you and make you feel full." Whining softly, not realizing that a good portion of her upper body covered in a soft layer of white fur. A weak nod was her answer, groaning as he kept whispering to her. "Would you like to feel me inside your pussy making you full like a good wolf?"

Kristen slowly slid off Randall's lap, seeing his cock glistening with precum and the groin of her uniform soaked with precum. She ran a finger along the crotch of her uniform, feeling a rush of heat to her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Something felt a little wrong when she saw the fur on her body, but didn't linger on it. Her head felt fuzzy and thoughts were unfocused, just very slightly numb with pleasure. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of her uniform, she began to peel it off her body feeling a bit of nervous anxiety due to that she hadn't worn anything underneath her uniform. That was the one thing that she had done to be a rebel was going commando, as some of the other heroes called it.

Once the uniform had slipped off her body, she suddenly felt very conspicuous and vulnerable for some reason. Kristen looked at her groin and thighs, there was a layer of white fur coating her and her mound looked strange. The loud growl from Randall's muzzle didn't help with the way she was feeling. She could have sworn that she watched his penis gave a visible jerk upwards, his eyes looking at her with an obvious hunger and lust. Being caught up with the intimacy of the moment, and her arousal making her head feel a bit numb she didn't think to look over at the wall. If she had, Kristen would have realized that she had less than ten minutes left to hold out. A little part of her wanted him to stop stroking himself and use those damp paws on her.

Slowly she moved forward, gently wrapping her fingers around his shaft to caress it. Part of her was thankful that they were caught up in the moment as he either didn't notice her embarrassment, or wasn't concerned with it. She rubbed his length before slowly moving to straddle his lap once more, letting his precum ooze against her canid mound, the heat felt so nice. Kristen watched his paws stroke her cheeks before moving to cup her breasts, tugging at her nipples eliciting a moan.

"Don't do that." The only response was a throaty laugh, those fingers tugging at her nipples making her whimper lightly. Kristen didn't pay attention to how tingly her face felt from where Randall had stroked his damp fingers against them. She let his penis go, moving to let it grind against her mound. Once she rolled her hips grind downwards against his length, making him moan loudly. That little bit made her feel oddly proud and flush between her legs, hormones surging wildly through her body at this point.

"So now that we have uniform off, should we make your pussy feel better with something inside it?" Suddenly Kristen felt very torn, on one hand she was incredibly horny and needy. Though on the other hand, she was a virgin and wanted to save herself for her wedding night with Crystal Strength. Though most of those thoughts went away when his paw moved to cup her groin, pushing two fingers into her soaking wet passage, making her hips lift her up against that paw moaning out.

Kristen shuddered as those furred digits pushed in and out of her slowly, making her shudder and whine in pleasure. Soft licks to her face made her lick back at Randall, unaware of the continued changes, her face slowly shifting into a muzzle, tilting her head to kiss him locking muzzles. The transformation was almost completed with the stimulation, and sexual contact throughout their teasing. When those fingers withdrew from her passage, she leaned forward a bit hands gripping his shoulders, digits covered in soft white fur.

"This is wrong on so many levels, why am I letting you do this?" Slowly she lifted her chin to look into Randall's brown eyes, listening as he spoke up.

"You're letting me do this because you want it, you need it." Growling softly, making her shudder slightly out at the sound. "You've been so restrained for so long; you're just letting go and giving your body what it's craving." Slowly Kristen nodded admitting what she wanted, her fingers stroking his length before moving off his lap. Slowly she started to move to lay on her back, pausing when Randall growled. "No, I want you on all fours, we're hybrids and I'm going to fuck you like one."

She went still feeling his paws stroking over her furred rump, kneading and squeezing them with those paws of his. A shiver raced along her spine when his blunt claw tips raked over her flesh, her back almost entirely untouched by the fur. Those blunt claw tips leaving the slightest marks in her unmarred skin. A little laugh echoed filled her ears when Randall slapped her rump making her whine at the feeling.

"Please." The word was barely a whisper when it escaped her lips, and it seemed that her partner was more than eager to indulge her. Feeling that heated shaft drag slowly between her rump cheeks made her moan out, spreading her legs a little more. She was grateful that she was on all fours, otherwise she would have collapsed onto the bed underneath Randall. It was such a tingling sensation, feeling Randall's precum painting her rump cheeks. The liquid felt like lava against her skin as it got ever so closer to her unprotected labia.

"Oh, soon little heroine, soon. I'll have you whimpering my name, maybe even screaming for me to do more." Kristen was about to protest how she wasn't going to moan or scream his name when that tip brushed her canid mound making her shudder. When that tip kissed against her vulnerable folds spreading them when the tip caught her entrance, she shuddered and tried to speak up.

"I don't know, I." her words were cut off when that bit of flesh was pressing more insistently against her entrance, then slipped into her about two inches. The sensation of that flesh filling her was unlike anything she had felt or even imagined. Kristen didn't imagine she would be able to feel his heartbeat through his flesh. That sensation was letting her know that Randall's heart was beating as fast as her own. Had she taken a moment to look at the clock that was on the wall she would have realized that she lost the challenge to resist the urge by fifteen seconds. Those paws moved to grasp her hips, holding her in place as Randall pressed into her more. Kristen gasped softly when he moved slowly until that tip was now pressing against her hymen.

"Are you ready? Do you want me to show you how it feels to be full?" Kristen was torn, the sensation from the bit of his flesh that was throbbing against her walls made her crave it more. There was the fact that she was on all fours, about to be deflowered by some strange hybrid that she just barely met. Her entire world had dissolved into the room she was in, she wasn't thinking about being a hero, or that she had been captured by a super villain.

The world suddenly shrunk even more as the choice was taken out of her hands, feeling Randall's hips lunge forward spearing his length through your maidenhood. There was a sharp jolt of pain inside her for a few moments before it started to fade into a dull throb as if she had pulled a muscle. The fullness though, the waves of pleasure mixed with the pain was like a drug that made her entire body feel like it had been made for this moment.

Now that he was inside her, the drug that was coursing through her body was accelerating the changes now that she had fully given into the sexual urges. The fur coating her body had spread throughout her body, it was a soft white fur a sharp contrast to the hybrid that was now buried inside her. Kristen's head had slowly reshaped itself, now having a proper muzzle, ears shifting over to be on top of her head.

She felt him holding himself inside her, every inch of that maleness throbbing against her walls. The pain was starting to slowly fade, a gentle lick to the back of her neck making her shiver. It took her a few moments to look back over her shoulder, trying to recall his name. After a few moments, she was able to recall that his name was Randall, she spoke up weakly.

"This is so wrong; I can't believe I gave in and let you mount me." Her body tensed up slightly, making Randall growl in her ears. She could feel her muscles contracting around his length inside her. A little thrill raced through her knowing that she was the cause of him making a noise. Kristen blushed underneath her fur, a tail pushing out and forming, thick and fluffy as it thumped against Randall's side even as her body clenched around him.

"You know, for someone who thinks it's very wrong, you're doing a good job of squeezing my nasty cock." Those paws moved from her hips, sliding along her belly to cup her breasts, squeezing and massaging them gently. Kristen went to speak, her words getting cut off when Randall gave a slight thrust. The feeling was unlike anything she could describe, a mixture of pleasure and something else. "How does it feel to be a hybrid wolf girl now? Was it worth it?"

"It's so good, please…" Soft moans escaped her muzzle as Randall slowly drew his shaft out until the tip was resting inside her and then pushing back into her. "Yes. Yes, it was, I'm a good wolf." Kristen's muzzle hung open a bit when he did that motion once more. "Don't stop, More." Her begging was slowly rewarded with more eager thrusts, Kristen could feel those heavy balls swinging forward to slap against her thighs. A little shudder made her body tense around him, wondering if he was going to pull out or flood her passage.

She slowly started to rock back to meet Randall's powerful thrusts, feeling him starting to get a little ragged. Those balls that were smacking against her thighs and realized that it wasn't happening, and that something near the base was getting bigger. Kristen was confused, she whined and moaned quietly each time he kept thrusting into her, her voice cracking a bit.

"What's that, you're getting bigger? Is there something wrong?" Randall grunted loudly in her ears, his breath getting a bit ragged. The sounds of his groin smacking her rump were echoing in the air, reminding her everything that was happening and what she allowed herself to get involved with.

"It's called a knot, you eager little bitch, going to tie with you so I pump all my cum deep into your fertile pussy. Beg for it, tell me how much you want it, how you want me to cum inside you." Kristen felt that bulge smacking against her labia, starting to slowly spreading it the sensation making her whimper a little. There was a part of her that made her wonder if it would fit, responding without really thinking.

"yes! Give it to me! Force my pussy open, give it to me." She couldn't believe that she was begging for this stranger to cum inside her passage. Those paws tightened the grip on her hips, hot breath washing over the back of her neck. That bulge was starting to force her entrance open around it, muscles were starting to burn slightly at the feeling. There was a wet squelch from her groin, if that initial thrust made her feel full, this was a different sensation. Randall growled deeply and bit down on her scruff and gave a buck of his knot forcing her open. She didn't want to admit that she wanted it and loved how it felt, like it was natural.

In that one moment of clarity after the knot was forced into her untried passage, the words from earlier echoed in her mind recalling what Death's Blade told her. The growl from Randall told her it was too late, and she didn't even care anymore as long as the feelings didn't stop. Part of her knew she was going to miss being human, but when that shaft pulsed and she felt that flood of heat warmed her, it wasn't the furthest thing from her mind. Her body stiffened and moaned, her voice white as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced slammed into her.

Kristen could almost swear she could feel each jet of seed filling her already full passage, millions of sperm swimming seeking out a possible egg to fertilize in her belly. That random though just made the intensity of her orgasm that much stronger, she wasn't able to fight the overwhelming sensations fighting the darkness overtaking her causing her to pass out. It couldn't have been that long before she finally regained consciousness. She was laying on her back on the bed, opening her eyes looking up and seeing Randall looking down at her. He spoke softly, that accent making her blush a little bit underneath her fur.

"Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty." Kristen nodded slowly; her passage was feeling fairly empty except for the heat inside her. There was a dull ache between her legs, from what other girls had told her that sensation would fade over time. She lifted her hand, rather a paw glancing it before she looked at Randall. "At this point, the transformation hasn't taken hold, though if you go more than three or four hours you will be stuck as a hybrid like me." A little shiver ran through her and she had to fight back tears. She wasn't expecting the decision of being a hybrid or possibly being human again to be so difficult to decide on.

"You mean I can be turned back to a human?" There was a pause and then Randall nodded slowly. Her ears flicked slightly, still feeling rather weak, not wanting to lift herself up off the pillow to try and look around to tell where the voice was coming from, then realizing it was Death's blade speaking through the speakers.

"That will be up to you, even though you lost the best, I'll keep my word and you're free to go. Don't worry, I won't show the video of you getting fucked like an eager bitch in heat that you transformed into." There was a flush of heat in her cheeks, grateful for the fur to hide her embarrassment. Thinking about that, she squirmed on the bed as he continued to speak. "Though you do have other options, such as staying here and trying something different." Kristen suddenly felt oddly nervous about the way the line of wording was phrased.

"Try something different?" Her throat felt a bit parched, and even though there was a bit of a growl her voice still cracked slightly. She couldn't help but smile a little when Randall handed her a glass of water. Kristen slowly moved on the bed, sitting up and looking towards the wall where the speaker was, a monitor below it showing Death's Blade.

"Yes, become a super villain. It's not like anyone would know who you are. Break some rules, have fun and give into those urges and fuck Randall some more, or maybe find other guys to scratch that itch." She shook her head, feeling slightly nauseous as the room spun a little and made her feel dizzy. Even though the idea of more sex did sound really good at the moment, she bit her lip to keep from answering. "Oh, you can't honestly tell me you've never fantasized about hurting someone, or maybe just stealing something because you wanted it. I can imagine the thoughts that go through someone who basically keeps themselves pent up all the time."

Kristen suddenly felt guilty, as a part of her had fantasized about hurting some people. Most of them were her fellow heroes and it was cause of how they acted towards her. They made fun of her both in public and private about her uniform being so boring and conservative, making fun of her religious nature, making fun of her for abstaining from pleasure and other vices. Her faith had faltered lately for some reasons, seeing what villains got away with, how those that were supposed to be her friends treated her, and the fact he allowed her to have those impure thoughts with him being a caring diety. Kristen spoke up, her voice barely over a whisper, ears folding back a little.

"Yes, I mean, I've thought about wanting to hurt some people." She watched as Death's Blade clapped his paws together on the screen.

"That's perfect then, I mean why fight it? Soon you'll be stronger than you were before, and having the benefits of predator instincts to help once the transformation takes hold." Her gaze was directed towards Randall as he continued to speak. "Ask Randall there, I'm sure he'll tell you that it's a worthwhile thing to indulge in. Though I'm guessing with his close he's been staying to you, don't think the whole fooling around with other guys would go so well for them."

The only answer she got from Randall was a deep almost guttural animal like growl, one of those large paws resting on her belly.

"I claimed her, and once that transformation has taken a hold fully. I'm going to show her how much better it is to give into those urges and let me breed her since I would be able to at that point." There was a pause, his paw softly caressing her white belly fur, it felt thicker now than it did before. "I mean, if that's something that she wants to do, it's still her choice." If she had been told earlier that she was going to lose her virginity to a hybrid and even consider letting him knock her up once the transformation was permanent, she would have laughed in their face. Now she reached out and softly hugged that furred paw, smiling.

"I. I think that could be something fun to try." She stammered a little, still having a little issue getting the words to escape her muzzle. "I don't think I'd stop you from putting a pup in my belly. I think that's the right term." That paw squeezed her own, there was something so oddly liberating about letting those pesky morals drop to the side. Her entire life to this moment had been so completely focused on making sure she did exactly what was expected of her from everyone else. Kristen wasn't sure that her life would be better, but definitely would be more interesting and wanted to try it from the other side of the mirror.

"See, all those years of being a good two shoes was wasted. I mean, being a hero is fun, but being a villain." There was a wicked smile on that muzzle through the screen. "That's about letting loose, indulging yourself. So much to experience, so many people to remind who's really in charge. Trust me, revenge can be quite fun." Kristen nodded slowly, listening to Death's Blade, being able to hear things she didn't notice before. "Oh, we can help you with a good villain name, though maybe not be as lazy as I was with mine. Name's Blade, just thought it'd be edgy to put death in front of it. I'm sure Randall will help you out with other things from here on out." She watched the screen blip out, leaving just her and Randall in the room alone at this point.

"Did you really mean that? You're going to try and knock me up if I let you?" Randall's face lit up in a dopey smile and a bit of an energetic nod, his tail thumping against the bed. There was a little tingling sensation in her paw, lifting it up she glanced it noticing the shape changing slightly. "Seems that there is still more to finish, though I'm willing to just relax here and let it do it's thing." The digits were becoming more like the ones on Randall's paw and less like her human fingers. Leaning in, she licked his muzzle that slowly turned into a deep kiss. Kristen didn't stop him this time when Randall layed her back against the bed, letting them cuddle up and get a bit of sleep knowing when she woke back up, she'd be like this permanently.