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THE FURRY FIRST

By Darth Strainjyer

Oblivion gave way to the unwelcome intrusion of reality.

The world was a hazy mess as I struggled to focus my mind. Thoughts floated here and there and then seemed to evaporate like ghosts as I struggled to regain consciousness, fighting with a drug like disorientation that kept threatening to put me back to sleep. Memory failed me as I tried to fight past the thick haze that clouded my brain. Little by little, awareness began to return. Thoughts cohered and I began to gain some measure of normal brain function. I tried to put myself together, as I couldn't shake the little feeling that something was wrong.

What had happened last night? I remembered being at the club with some of my friends, talking to some of the girls and dancing. We'd been drinking, but I didn't think that much. I didn't remember coming home, nor going to bed. How had I got here?

I became aware that my wrists and ankles felt a little sore. When I tried to move my arms I found myself unable to, as something cold and metal encircled my wrists. I realized with a start that I couldn't feel the familiar feeling of my bed beneath me, in fact that I couldn't feel anything beneath me at all. As I began to wake, I realized with alarm that my arms and legs were locked in some kind of manacles, and that I was suspended upright. My head was hanging down against my chest and I raised it somewhat. I could see the red glow of light against my closed eyelids, which I opened, squinting in the bright glare. I was definitely not in my bedroom. In fact, I blearily registered that I had no idea where I was at all.

The room in which I found myself was brightly lit, and as my eyes adjusted I saw that I was in some kind of laboratory, surrounded by computer and electronic equipment that seemed to fill every wall. The room was circular, and flat tables jutted out around the walls, each one filled with equipment. There were also several cameras around the room, all pointed at me at various angles, and also multiple video screens, in which I could see myself. Along the ceiling was a circular line of curved TV screens, angled downwards to be more visible.

I was fastened into a large metal ring that ran all around my form, my arms and legs locked into it at the upper and lower portions so that I was hung in an 'X' shape like something out of a medieval prison. The interior of the ring seemed to have a long plastic strip that ran all the around the circumference of it, completely encircling me. Behind my body was a large x shaped strut that ran entirely in back of my body. Out of the back of this strut was a large pole with multiple joints at several places that looked like it could move the ring in any direction.

I also noticed, with some consternation, that I was completely naked, and couldn't see my clothes anywhere. I felt my face go hot with embarrassment, but I tried not to let it overwhelm me. Fear was pretty close to doing that already.

I supposed I couldn't be that embarrassed. At twenty two years of age I wouldn't say I was a particularly handsome man, but I wasn't especially unattractive. I was thin but tightly muscular, without being too large or beefy. I had thick black hair on my head and deep blue eyes that I was often complimented on. A thin, well-trimmed goatee decorated my face. My chest and legs were covered with thick black hair. If I do say so myself, I was more than adequately endowed. Overall, I would say I was pretty good looking, the result of a lot of years spent toning my body in swimming pools and in the ocean.

I was a full time student at a four year school called Lincoln Springs University that, while not exactly being Princeton or Harvard, was more than adequate for my educational goals, as they had a rather renowned photography program. That had been my passion for many years and I was keen on making it into a career. I owned several high end digital cameras and was saving up for another one. Call me a shutterbug if you must but I loved taking photos.

Locked up and confused, I tried to remember how I'd gotten here. The last I remembered, I had been at a club called The Zoo with four friends of mine: Riley, Matt, Jordan and Avery. We had been talking to a couple of sexy girls named Ashlyn and Monica. The conversation had been fun as we talked about music and movies and the college we all attended. They both had claimed to be veterinary assistants, and asked us a lot of questions about what our favorite cats were. Not a bad topic of conversation as all of us were cat fans, so the conversation drifted over various breeds of cats: Riley and myself talked about Bengal cats, Matt talked about Bombay cats, Jordan about Siamese cats, and Avery about Somali cats. They'd been pretty friendly and the conversation had been fun. We left the club and the girls had asked us to walk them to their van, which we did and . . . that was it. I couldn't remember anything else.

Well, I'd been kidnapped. That was a given. But why? And was it just me, or were the other guys here somewhere as well? Had they, whoever “they" might be, taken only a couple of us or all of us? Had they only taken us guys, or were the girls in here somewhere too? And then there was the most frightening question of all, especially given the surroundings that I found myself in.

What were they planning to do to me?

I suddenly became aware that I was no longer alone in the room. Two figures had entered from a door behind me. They were both female, and walked into the room with sexy sways of their hips, each one tapping on a tablet as they came around in front of me. With surprise I realized it was Ashlyn and Monica from the club. It didn't look that they were here against their will, so they had to be in on this. Whatever 'this' was.

They were dressed in nurse outfits, but not the scrubs you'd see in a real legitimate hospital, but rather sexy nurse outfits that you might buy in a costume shop. They wore tight fitting cleavage tops with short sleeves folded at the ends that left a bare midriff and even had professional looking name badges on. Their breasts spilled out over the tops, barely held in by the material. On the bottoms they wore low riding tight miniskirts that barely came down past their crotches, the outline of their asses plainly visible. They wore white thigh high stockings on their legs and clacked around on white high heeled shoes. On their heads they wore an old fashioned nurse's hat with the big Red Cross on the front.

For a second, I really thought they were going to be strippers and this was some kind of prank. I thought better of that looking at the elaborate set up around me. No, this was something much worse, and I was helpless.

Ashlyn leaned in and smiled brightly, “Good morning, sleepy head. Did you have a nice night, Scott?"

“What's going on?" I demanded, “Who are you and what are up to?"

“Oh, somebody's grumpy in the morning." Ashlyn pouted, “But I guess we do owe you and explanation."

“That'd be nice." I said icily, “Why the hell did you kidnap me?"

“Oh, it wasn't just you." Ashlyn replied, “We brought all four of you."

At least that answered that question.

“But why?" I pressed, “Did we anger you somehow? I mean, we were all perfect gentlemen at the club. None of us ever hit on you at all."

Ashlyn rolled her eyes, “I know. Boring."

Monica came over, “Congratulations, you are honored to be the latest participant in a series of experiments that will greatly enhance and improve the human race. You will become what we consider the latest in a line of superior beings."

She paused for a second, “Don't worry. That doesn't mean we're planning to neuter you."

Well, that was a relief. Though, honestly, until she said it that possibility hadn't occurred to me.

“Who the hell are you?" I demanded, “Get to the point!"

Ashlyn responded, “We are from P.R.I.M.A.L. People for Responsible Intelligent Mutation with Animal Life."

I raised an eyebrow, “That's a fairly labored acronym."

And consequently told me nothing about why they had kidnapped me or what they planned to do with me and the other guys. I looked around the room, desperately trying to find some way of escaping. I saw nothing that could help, and honestly Harry Houdini I wasn't. It wasn't like I was going to be able to make a lock pic out of piece of celery like an episode of McGuyver.

Monica continued talking as if they had some kind of prepared speech, “Society today has become a sexless nightmare. People are afraid of their bodies and their own desires, and they're afraid of the sexual desires of others. It's a slow, very effective libidocide that has destroyed the world's sex drive. The Boss believes that for the human race to advance and continue and reclaim our muted libido, we humans must reunify with our animal brethren, return to our natural equilibrium with the other creatures of the world. Animals feel no guilt for their sexual urges, but so many of us humans aspire to be without our sex drives. By returning to our animal selves, we can rekindle the sexual spirit of the human race, and improve our other abilities as well. He also believes that it will make us all much sexier, and everyone can get behind that."

None of that made one fuck'n lick of sense, but who am I to judge someone's beliefs? You know, unless their beliefs led them to fuck'n kidnap me.

“Who is this boss?" I asked, hoping to stall for some time.

Was this group run by Bruce Springstien?

“The Boss is The Boss." Monica told me.

Dryly I asked, “Does this boss have a name?"

“The Boss." Ashlyn answered, like that explained everything.

“Is the boss male or female?" I tried.

“The Boss is The Boss." Monica reiterated.

This was getting me nowhere. Both girls looked alert and intelligent, but the both had that slightly glassy eyed look of someone who had just joined a cult. And that probably wasn't all that far from the truth. Fantastic, I was in the clutches of some kind of fanatics and for all I knew they were planning to sacrifice me to a loaf of Wonder Bread or whatever.

“Anyhoo," Ashlyn continued, “The device we've got you strapped into will accelerate the mutagenic DNA and blend it with your own, to create the desired transformation."

“What DNA?" I asked, getting more horrified by the minute.

“The DNA we injected you with while you were out, silly." Ashlyn teased, “You'll love it. Remember when we asked you what your favorite cat was? Do you remember what you said?"

“Uh," I was getting very scared, “Yeah, a charcoal silver Bengal cat."

I'd always wanted one, but they were more expensive than a new computer and required a really experienced cat owner. They were awesome looking cats, but really not the kind of thing I was able to obtain on a student's budget and lifestyle.

“We injected you with that exact DNA." Monica said proudly, “From this female Bengal."

She held up the tablet and it displayed a rather spectacular looking charcoal silver Bengal on the screen. It looked like the kind of cat that was bred for cat fancier award shows, with striking rosettes rather than spots all over its back.

She went on, “The device will mutate and merge your DNA with the new DNA we gave you and combine them to change you. You will take on all the physical characteristics of the cat, and as an added bonus your gender will change to female, which is really fun to watch. You'll have all kinds of enhanced abilities and senses, and your libido'll go through the roof. You'll also emit an undetectable scent that'll cause people to be aroused by you. The mutation of your genetic structure will be complete, so when it's over, you won't have a Y chromosome in your body. I'll warn you, though, since it's a complete genetic restructuring, you're brain will change as well. You'll still be you, don't worry, but your mental structure will be feminized, so you won't be able to help yourself but act a lot more 'girly' for lack of better word. But in the end, you will find yourself enjoying your knew identity, they all do. You'll have so much fun. "

My eyes widened, “You mean you . . . you're gonna turn me into . . ."

Ashlyn beamed, “We're gonna turn you into a slutty cat girl. Specifically, a slutty charcoal silver Bengal cat girl. Isn't that great? You're favorite. You're gonna love it."

I didn't think I would. They couldn't be serious. This sounded less like it was about enhancing the human race and more like it was about someone's seriously skewed furry fetish.

“No it's not great!" I protested, “This is like being trapped in a Cora Blue comic!"

Monica ignored me, “This was our first generation style of transformation device, but since then, we've moved on to develop some other devices that can inject the DNA and start the transformation at the same time with only a split second of exposure, like one that's similar to a sniper rifle that can zap someone from afar and change them. And more importantly one the size of water bottle that can send a blast of mutagenic energy in every direction starting the change in everyone in, say, a large convention center."

Holy shit. Perspiration rolled down my forehead. They were like some kind of furry fetish domestic terrorists. Move aside Unabomber, make way for Furbomber.

“And recently, we've been working with nano technology," Ashlyn added, “I hopes of developing nanites that can spread from person to person and trigger a slow transformation. Then they could be released in a major airport or something and spread out gifts across the world. But that's a long way off. We can also delay the onset of the transformation for however we like in all of our devices, from a few seconds to days or months, whatever is best. We could zap a guy in Dallas and a few months later in New York he starts to change. But in the end this older style device, however, is able to tell us a lot more since it runs the whole time the transformation is going on, so this is still the best unit for gaining knowledge. As the transformation happens, the ring will collect all the data on your change, allowing us to keep perfecting the process. So thanks for your help."

I whistled, feigning being impressed, “Wow, that's something. You girls sound like you've really got your hands full. So if you don't mind, let me go and I'll just let myself out and you two can get back to work."

“Oh, don't worry." Monica brushed a hand across my face, “There's nothing to be afraid of. All of our transformations have always been 100% successful. No cellular degeneration or cancerous growths."

“Those are issues!?!" I cried.

“No," Ashlyn chided, “She said that won't happen. You need to learn to relax, Scott."

“Uh . . . any chance you can turn me back afterwards?" I asked, hopefully.

Monica shook her head, “I'm afraid not. If we tried to mutate you twice you'd undergo a molecular breakdown and slowly disintegrate. That you wouldn't love."

No, that I probably wouldn't. That idea was definitely more horrible than turning into a cat girl, but what kind of choice was that?

Ashlyn elbowed Monica, “Hey, what do you think we should call her?"

“Hmmm," Monica said, looking me over, “That's a good one, how do you feminize the name Scott. It's always more fun to have something similar to their original name, right? But what? How about Scarlet? No, she won't have red fur. What about . . . Skyler!"

Ashlyn grinned, “Ooo, Skyler. I like it. Sexy. Okay, you'll be Skyler in a few minutes."

“No, I don't need to be Skyler." I protested, “You don't need to do this to me."

“It'll be fine. You're gonna make a great cat girl." Ashlyn said, “Let's get started, I can't wait."

“No!" I screamed as Ashlyn punched a button on her tablet.

The ring hummed to life and the plastic inside began to glow a bright blue color. I struggled with the restraints but got the same results as before. I crazily remembered Einstein's definition of insanity: Repeating the same action over and over again and expecting different results, but what else what I gonna do. I felt the effects almost immediately as my skin prickled and rose up in goose bumps as I felt and electric charge run though me. I braced myself for the pain I was sure was coming.

Instead, I felt a swimming exhilaration begin to flow over me, a pleasurable drug like euphoria like that brought on by some really good weed. Pleasurable tingling sensations ran up and down my body, stimulating me all over. My head swam as I felt dizzy and light headed. My naked body began to move and undulate as the pleasure rolled over me.

“Oh, look. He likes it." Monica teased.

I opened my eyes and realized seeing the monitor that I had gotten completely hard. Great, now this was even more humiliating. But my head was swimming in the effects so much that I barely could bring myself to care. When the changes started, I barely noticed them at first.

The first thing I felt was my skin puckering up and tickling sensations popped up all over my body and hairs began to grow, a little bit at a time, all over my exposed skin. I was growing fur, I realized with sobriety. Fur like an animal. I felt tingling on my scalp as my hair began to grow out rapidly, elongating and creeping down past my ears.

With a shudder, I realized my skin was changing pigment, or at least loosing it as my flesh was growing less and less pink and getting lighter by the second.

“Ha! Ah! Ah!" I cried.

My body shuddered as my muscle mass began to decrease. All those laps in the pool were being undone in a matter of seconds. My arms and legs were slimming down and the skin on them and everywhere else seemed to soften and round out. I felt my nails pop and twist at the tips of fingers and my toes were doing the same thing. There was pressure at the base of my spine as a small nub appeared there, and it didn't take a genius to know what was growing back there.

“Oh yeah." Monica said, looking at a computer screen on the wall, “This is going purrfectly."

The horrible pun was lost on me, as my head felt like it was all the way inside a bong. Tugging sensations all over me made me realize that I was shrinking a little bit. My hands were getting smaller, and my arms were pulling in slightly along with my legs. The manacles seemed to adjust to the new size, getting smaller and lowering along with my changes. All the while more fur was coming in all over and the nub of flesh was now elongating into a small tentacle dropping down behind me. I shuddered as I realized that I could feel this new appendage just as much as I could feel my other limbs.

My skin had now turned a light grayish blue color all over my body. But it was quickly being covered by my growing fur.

I felt helpless, there was no way for me to fight the changes that were taking place. My shoulders crunched in as they retracted towards my neck, robbing me of my broad shouldered look. I let out a yelp as the front part of my feet began to widen and expand outward while the rest of my foot lengthened, stretching into the shape of an animal's hind legs.

“Hurrggg! No! Stop it!" I blathered, my voice now significantly higher than it had been before.

I felt a popping in my neck as it narrowed and my Adam's apple disappeared. Why the hell did this all have to feel so damn good? I moaned, pleasure washing over me, my mind a swirling delirium. I had lost at least three inches and I was still shrinking, as blissful waves of delight flowed over my mutating skin.

I felt my stomach flatten out, and with a sinking feeling of dread, felt my hips begin to curve and my butt slightly inflate. But I was quickly distracted by the weird feeling of my ears elongating into points and then the sickening sensation of my skin folding on itself as my ears rose up the side of my head, literally traveling along as I felt the canals under my skin move and adjust with them. My hair was down to my neck already and continuing to grow.

Tapping a screen on the side of the room and punching a few buttons while looking from the screen to her tablet, Ashlyn intoned, “Okay, looks good. Testosterone levels going down . . . estrogen levels rising. Mutagenic re-sequencing progressing normally. Cellular structure realigning . . . transfurmation is proceeding well."

If I hadn't been so freaked out, I might have rolled my eyes at that horrible 'transfurmation' pun.

Both girls seemed so intelligent and well educated, it boggled my mind that they could fall in with this completely illogical cult or whatever you wanted to call it. They seemed to know their stuff but, even if they shared The Boss' furry fetish, why waste their intelligence on something like this? Hell, if they could turn a man into a woman without surgery, they could be heroes to transgender people everywhere. Again, why waste it on this weird fetish plot?

And why the hell couldn't they have just gone to a furry convention like . . . relatively normal people?

I gave out a loud shrill feminine cry as I felt my nipples suddenly expand and puff up, getting wider and bigger on my chest. No sooner had that happened, then the flesh under them began to rise and expand, a small pair of breasts starting to grow on my body. They rose up on my chest, waves of pleasure radiating out from them as they slowly got bigger and bigger.

“Oh here we go." Monica beamed, “You are gonna have some killer knockers, Skyler."

The fleshy tail had now reached to the floor and had begun to thicken as fur sprung up all over it. I could feel the tip of it brushing against the ground, a deliriously foreign feeling that messed with my already overloaded head. Fur was coming in all over my body in various shades of light gray, dark gray, silver and black, tickling feelings running all over to every limb and even my newly forming tail. The hair from my head was now falling past my shoulders, which had contracted even more.

“Ugh! Oh . . . Ah!" I moaned deliriously

I was only about 5 foot 5 now, and the shrinking had seemed to stop. My hands were small and dainty, but my feet were wide and spread out, and I could feel pads growing on the soles. With a sudden shock, I felt my fingernails and toe nails thicken and grow into claws, curving into large talons. My legs were human most of the way but about halfway below the knees became cat legs, double joints and all.

I could feel soft pads springing up on my palms and fingers.

So strange to be able to watch my body change in all those screens all over the room.

My ears were now on upper sides of my head and were widening and lengthening, turning into cat ears. Sound began to be more complex, and I could hear everything in the room in a dizzying array of noise that I was surprised to find I could withstand without problem. My nose had started to turn a deep black color and was rising and expanding taking on a definite feline appearance. I almost choked as I felt my tongue flatten out, slightly rough barbs popping up all over the top. The shock was mitigated by how fuck'n horny and turned on I was getting. Despite all the changes, or maybe because of them, my dick was still hard and crawling with sensations.

“Okay, libido is increasing nicely." Monica looked over read outs on her tablet and then looked at me with mischievous smile, “Oh, Skyler. When we're done with you, you're gonna do it all: Oral, vaginal, anal you name it."

My breasts were rising steadily, forming large globes on my chest. The breath was forced out of me as my waist narrowed while my hips and ass curved into an hour glass shape. The fur was filling in everywhere and my tail continued to thicken, now swishing back and forth behind me.

“Ooo." Ashlyn chortled excitedly, “Your friends are probably freaking out watching this in the other rooms."

Oh, fuck me. They could see this? Great, it was probably being live streamed on the net or something. Just what I needed.

My hair had now reached my shoulders and was now passing them. The room swam as I felt my eyeballs move, the sockets twisting in my skull so that they were at a diagonal angle. In the screens I could see the iris' getting wider and my pupils narrowing into slits. I could see the iris' changing color, small flecks of green appearing and then spreading out, replacing my former blue. My vision changed to be sharper and more defined, complimenting my now superior hearing as my ears completed their change into a pair of large triangular cat ears, like something out of an anime.

My tits were now a pair of large D-cups, seeming to defy gravity as they hung on my chest. They looked natural and attractive in their fur covered way. And I was somewhat thankful that I only had two and not the six that a cat would have had. The fur now covered my entire body, and most seemed to have stopped growing except for on my back and my tail, which was still thickening. My body undulated in gratification in the machine, and I was unable to stop it as my body betrayed me and flooded me with erotic pleasure.

“Haggghhh. Hrrrmmmm." I groaned, twisting my body.

I realized the girls were rubbing their hands all over their bodies now, over their breasts and between their legs, getting turned on by my transformation.

I let out a shrill cry as my face suddenly pulsed and stretched, my jaw widening and rising forward, growing out from me and forming into a cat's maw. I felt whiskers growing out from near my nose tickling as they elongated. My cries were even higher pitched and softer than before, completely a woman's voice. I shuddered as my human facial features were erased and replaced by the feline one. My hair was now long a wavy down my back and shoulders. I could see the long thick tail swishing behind me in the screens.

I realized with bone chilling fear that there really was only one thing left to change.

“Oh! Oh!" Ashlyn clapped, “Here comes the best part."

“Oh god!" I cried.

My back arched and my head threw back and indescribable feelings of erotic delight flooded from between my legs. Pin pricks (pardon the pun) of pleasure radiated all over my genitals and flowed out all over my body. I writhed and groaned in the restraints, and suddenly I felt and saw in the screens my balls begin to shrink. They shriveled up rapidly squeezing tighter and tighter as my scrotum pulled tightly against the base of my cock. Despite the ongoing emasculation, I remained hard and rigid as my head swirled and pleasure dominated the fear of what was happening to me.

Within a few seconds, my penis began to shrink, growing smaller and smaller and causing my body to shake with spasms of delight. Damnit, losing my manhood should not have felt this good. My balls seemed to have completely disappeared into my body and the skin of my ball sack was realigning itself against me into a long slit shape. I didn't need to guess what it was forming.

“Huhhhhhh! Oooooo!" I moaned, twisting as the pleasure built.

“Oh this is so hot." Monica breathed ecstatically, her hand rubbing her pussy though her panties.

My prick was now only the size of my pinky, but still radiated pleasure all over me. The skin of what used to be my scrotum was busy forming outer and inner labia as the flesh beneath it sunk in. I bit my feline lip as pleasure built towards a crescendo. I was going to cum and there was no way for me to stop it. The changes felt so good.

Between my legs I felt myself opening up, a vaginal canal forming and going deeper and deeper into my body. I could feel things . . . rearranging inside of me as the pleasure mounted and I rolled my hips with the stimulation.

“Oh god! Oh god! I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . ." I howled.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud feminine cry, I bucked my hips as the orgasm exploded and washed over me, more intense than any I had ever had before. Despite my lack of balls, my shrinking penis ejaculated thick ropes of cum for the last time in my life. I wriggled in enjoyment my body trembling all over, cumming hard and long as my manhood was erased forever.

“Hah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhh! Muh! Muh! Me . . . Meorrrrrroooowwww!" I gasped, the last part turning into a cat's yowl.

My penis fell over, limp, a small worm between my legs as I convulsed in the aftermath of the massive climax, my head dizzy with euphoria and stimulation. My dick continued to shrink until it was a small nub, the opening closing and filling in while a new opening was probably appearing beneath it. Even then it continued to shrink, the flesh that was now my new vagina wrapping around it in a sheath, cradling my shriveled penis.

No, not my penis. My clit. Because that's what it now was, and I was completely a woman.

The orgasm subsided and I hung limply in the device, spent. Slowly, my breaths coming out in deep heaves, my heart thumping laboriously in my chest, I opened my eyes.

And was greeted by the sight of Ashlyn and Monica having abandoned their nurse hats in favor of conical party hats. They both blew noise makers at me and tossed confetti around the room with a ludicrous enthusiasm.

“Happy birthday, Skyler!" They both cried in unison.

And with that ridiculous image, my vision hazed over, my feline eyes rolled back and the inky blackness of unconsciousness enveloped me and swallowed me whole.