FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[b]Preview - Speed Deemon[/b]

[i]~TubePunk Witches: Season 1 - Illicit Introductions~[/i]

By Sadie Singlais[/i]

[i](Edited by Mae Singlais, Tiliquain, Akikotigress)[/i]

[b][i]Track List:[/b][/i]

[i]Season 1 theme: The Warning - XXI Century Blood[/i]

[i]Episode theme: Rage Against The Machine - Know Your Enemy[/i]

[i]First Speed Power Scene: Christie Linee - Raining a Miracle[/i]

[i]Fight Scene (Dee's Theme): My Chemical Romance - Planetary (Go!)[/i]

[i]End Sex Scene: Metric - Detour Up[/i]

[i]Season One Credits: My Chemical Romance - Destroya[/i]

[b][i]Spotify Playlist Link:[/b][/i]

[i]https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4uYYwGBWIU5FhU1HbEZVmn?si=7c6a0ccad3ce43e6[/i]

The sky was streaks of blue and white. To her sides were streaks of green, gray, brick red, blue, yellow, and off-white. Under her paw-padded feet was a rough, dark-gray surface that she knew was a city street. The street's pair of yellow stripes went off into the distance and were centered under her footfalls. The streaks on the sides were segmented by dark stripes. Dee knew she was probably passing street after street, building after building, car after car, but she couldn't make out any of the individual features.

The air felt thick, like it was fighting her every step. The fur on her floofy fox tail was getting whipped around violently along with her triangular ears, whiskers, and long, dark red-to-magenta hair. Her tits, now twice the size they'd been before she became a fox chimera, were testing the elastic in her sports bra as she zig zagged around objects she couldn't see. Her tits were also testing her tank top, which was pink and had a detailed illustration of an anthurium ivanportilae leaf on the front. The leaf looked like a fantasy sword with frilly edges, which she thought was pretty badass as far as leaves go. Her bust was distorting the leaf while lifting the tank top up just enough to see her white belly fur.

Before the streaks started to shorten, she felt her body jump over six turning cars and dodge what must've been a delivery truck.

While the world was coming back into view, Dee turned her attention inward to the source of her extreme velocity and the effervescent tide of magic that was welling up within her. "Ea, you did it again. I have no idea where we are."

To Dee's mind's eye, Ea looked like an amethyst purple fox whose image was faceted, but also swirled like the waters of a turbulent forest creek. Control and chaos, a battle fought constantly in nature, was being fought in Ea's very form. Ea was the reason why Dee's left eye was purple instead of green. Also why Dee was now a fox chimera and had had a dick in addition to her pussy not too long ago. Dee wasn't sure where her dick had gone and was hoping it would come back. There was so little she knew about her new form, and Ea for that matter.

"Building with special phone. I find." Ea sat, her tail curling around her four legs.

Dee had to widen her stance because she could feel her heartbeat in her clit. It was pressing against her panties a lot more than she remembered it doing before her latest, blindingly-fast run. "Could you warn me the next time you do that?"

Ea nodded.

"Thanks." Dee pet the base of Ea's ears in their shared headspace.

Ea pushed her head against Dee's paw-padded hand and let out a happy fox chirp. Their headspace looked like a very overgrown tropical forest with roots from a giant banyan tree competing with ferns, vines, orchids, and big-leafed aroids competing for space on the forest floor and the sides of trees. It was a lush and vibrant space they both felt at home in. Earthy and floral fragrances mixed in a way only a truly healthy forest could achieve.

Outside their head, the sky was filled with scant scattering of tiny, puffball clouds that rarely provided more than a couple minutes of shade as they drifted east toward the mountains. The winds that powered their movement weren't being felt on the ground, making it an oddly still summer day for Los Angeles. The sun was beating down on the orange fur on Dee's upper arms as well as the black fur on her tail as she walked between an abandoned brick building and a brutalist office complex on a cracked city street that needed some serious TLC.

Dee was glad that the building she was supposed to enter was the brick one because the brutalist complex had dangerous-looking cracks in its concrete slab walls. White paint had been applied to the brick building's walls a decade ago and was in various stages of peeling off, creating patterns like those on the trunks of eucalyptus trees. She smiled: the tip she'd received was looking ever more promising. Though the power lines had been cut to the building, a phone line still dangled from the telephone pole.

As she got up to the brick building, she looked down at her manila-colored short shorts. Her clit still felt odd, like it was jutting out from between her pussy lips. There was a slight tent in her shorts, making her cheeks flush as she noticed it. That tent was throbbing ever so slightly. She started to reach toward it, but stopped because she knew she didn't have enough self control to avoid going all the way right now.

Putting her hands back at her sides, she thought about how to get inside the building. Many of the windows had broken panes in them, but it was very likely she'd get cut if she tried to enter through one of the gaps. The door facing the street was boarded up, like the ones she'd seen on the north side. Climbing up to the roof was both conspicuous and dangerous, a last resort.

The west-facing wall that had a door that opened up to the alley. However, the area with the door had been completely taken over by a trumpet vine. A hummingbird, whose throat feathers flashed a vibrant purple, sipped from one of the cone-shaped orange trumpet vine flowers as Dee approached. The bird didn't care about her and kept drinking nectar as Dee observed the vine had broken branches. Thankfully, someone had cleared away just enough of this vine to get to the door.

As Dee was about to enter the building, the hummingbird made a high-pitched trill as it flew to one of the thin branches on a Chinese elm tree, twenty feet away, and perched. The tree was right at the far corner of the west wall, its roots causing the wall to warp. Bricks that were no longer part of the wall were scattered across the tree's offending roots.

*Tree winning against building. Joy.* Ea's voice had a light and energetic sound to it, matching her vulpine personality. She nuzzled a white and lavender orchid sticking up between some rocks in their foresty headspace and then sneezed.

*Nature always wins.* Dee grinned.

*Only if helped. Humanity evil.* Ea's eyes were narrowed and a snarl was on her lips.

*Well, whenever humanity leaves something behind, nature takes it back. But you're right, nature doesn't stand a chance in many cases.* Dee reached out in her mind and scooped up Ea from the forest floor, stroking the ephemeral fur on Ea's head.

Ea went limp before hugging Dee. It was faint, but Dee could feel Ea's paw pads tugging lightly at the fur of Dee's upper arms.

Happy with her ability to comfort Ea, Dee turned her attention back to the door.

It had no knob and the wood was sun damaged with water stains near the base. She pushed the door open, the hinges complaining loud enough that her ears folded down. The inside of the building was dim, like a fox's den, and was a wonderful respite from the blinding summer sun.

Her nose wrinkled immediately from the acrid scent of newspaper ink that permeated the entire space. The ground floor was open except for eight I-beams which held up the floor above. Once she spotted the phone in the far corner, she closed the door, cringing at the awful creak it made.

The floor was poured concrete, uneven in a few spots where the smooth top layer of concrete had broken away from the heavy aggregate layer below it. She stumbled on her paws a couple times, not liking the way the concrete chips felt against her paws on her way to the phone.

Another throb between her legs got her to gasp and clench her thighs together. Her clit was definitely pressing against her shorts now and she had to take a couple deep breaths to let the urge to play with it pass.

Taking the receiver off the wall, she tried to put the phone up to her ear and missed because her fox ears weren't quite in the same spot as her human ears had been. She giggled to herself, feeling amazing about all the vulpine additions to her human form.

It was one of those ancient phones with a crank you had to turn to ring the other end. She cranked it a few times until a recorded message played static and then "Not in service" in an even feminine voice.

Dee took a deep breath and counted five repeats of the "Not in service" message before saying, "Four two five nine two."

There was a click at the other end. "Operator, what can I do for you?" The voice was low, with a bit of a growl.

"Oh, hi! I just became a chimera yesterday and I'm being chased by the cops. Someone said your organization could help." Dee bit her lip, having no idea how this worked.

"I have to scan you to make sure you're legit. I will not pry into your personal thoughts or memories beyond what I need to verify what you just said. Hold the receiver up against your head, relax when you feel a tingle across your scalp, and breathe evenly. If you want to prevent a bad headache, don't fight the flow of thoughts I bring to the surface." His words sounded practiced, but they were heartfelt and not mechanical. "Do I have your permission to scan you? It is required for us to move forward."

"Yes." Dee swallowed, hoping she wasn't making a huge mistake.

A tingle danced across her scalp like steam from a warm cup of tea. Events from the past day bubbled up bit by bit, including the black cat chimera drug dealer friend who had given her the code for this phone call and let her crash on her couch. The magical explosion that had destroyed the botany lab and given her Ea seemed of particular interest to the operator as well as the resulting fox chimera transformation. The images stopped after he pulled up the first time she'd accelerated and ended up in a forest a couple miles from the lab.

"Two things. One, being combined with a spirit that powerful is a very challenging adjustment and I'm glad to see it's going well. Two, the help we provide doesn't come for free. We'll get you settled and make sure you're safe. But once that is the case, we expect you to work with us to find a way you can help dismantle the system that you're running from."

Ea gave an excited fox scream as Dee got an image of Ea sinking her teeth into an Usonian cop's throat.

"That sounds like a really good deal to me." Dee grinned and pet Ea's back in her headspace.

"Khorosho. I don't see a need for immediate extraction since running away from problems is an incredibly viable option for you. Do you think you can make it to a safehouse if I give you an address?"

"Yeah." Dee played with the phone cord, wrapping it around her index finger.

"Alright. There are two safehouses in your general vicinity. One a mile away and another four miles away. Use the one further away as a backup in case the first one is compromised. Do not open the door for anyone unless they rattle the door knob three times rapidly before knocking." He gave the addresses of both. They were in nicer parts of town than this abandoned industrial area. "If you need anything else before we retrieve you from a safehouse, look for abandoned buildings with the phone lines still intact and call us again. At six PM, the code you used will expire. The next code is five five three eight one."

"Thanks!"

"The nearest safehouse is an adobe-colored apartment complex on the outer edge of a chimera slum. Go into the chimera slum and meander a bit through it to get to that safehouse. The farther safehouse is a two-story home divided into five dwellings. It's deep in another chimera slum that's bigger than the first, so how you approach it is unimportant." His voice was so patient and calming. "Any questions so far?"

"No, I think I got it."

"Khorosho. At the first safe house, ask for Terance. At the second safe house, ask for Philomena. Once one of them is in front of you, ask to speak to them alone and then deliver the phrase 'Pigs are good for their bacon, but I question their opinions.' If they respond with anything other than 'Bacon shouldn't come with opinions,' you need to get out of there immediately. Got it?"

"Yes." Dee nodded while trying not to laugh.

"Good. If you write any of this information down, do it on a small piece of paper you can light on fire or easily chew and swallow. There are hundreds, sometimes thousands, of lives at stake. Since I'd prefer you don't write anything down, let's review."

They went over all the details she was told with the operator, making sure she got everything right. When she went over the safe house addresses, she screwed up one of them due to her pussy clenching right while she was repeating the second address.

"Finally, to prevent an empath from stealing this information, think about the stakes involved, the people that will get hurt. I want you thinking about chimera getting rounded up and shot in the head. I want you to think about years of incarceration while being forced to live as a human. Get angry, think about apparatchiks using the information you have to gain access to chimera they can abuse to heighten their status. I want you to think about broken bones, weeping sores, chimera being forced to fuse in government labs, and chimera children being taken away from their parents so the state can indoctrinate them. All of this will be your fault if you cannot associate enough emotional weight to the information you now hold. If you don't get sick to your stomach, you're not trying hard enough." His voice was urgent and harsh.

"Okay, I will do my best." Dee visualized everything he mentioned to the point that Ea whimpered and their stomach was churning.

"You feeling really uncomfortable?"

"Uh, huh." Dee gulped.

"Khorosho. Remember, without extremely specialized training and magitech equipment, empaths can only do deep reads if they have line of sight. If you feel anything like what you felt when I was scanning you, break the line of sight with everyone in the vicinity, focus on the sickening amount of responsibility you now carry, and run. If you can identify the empath, usually the person with a furrowed brow staring intently at you, punch them in the face and then run."

"Okay, will do." Reaching out, Dee put her free hand on the wall. She was dizzy. She couldn't get the thought of chimera children getting indoctrinated by the state and ending up killing their parents and siblings out of her head. It had to have happened more than once.

"Keep the phone up to your ear and keep thinking about the stakes involved. I'm going to create a scanblock around the information. No, it is not foolproof and you need to heed everything I said before this point. The scanblock needs to get rooted in strong emotions and I will know whether you've provided fertile ground for it or not." He paused.

The receiver got warm and then there was a bunch of static that sounded like a strong wind through tall pine trees. Ea curled into a ball between two big banyan roots and shivered. Frigid fingers of magical energy reached out into her head, giving her a cold headache for a brief moment while the colors in what she was envisioning brightened. The effect trailed off for a few seconds before the static ended and Dee felt her warmth returning.

"Good work. You may hold the receiver more naturally now."

"That was..." Dee couldn't find words to describe it.

"I apologize, but helping individuals like you is actually our highest risk activity. Empaths powerful enough to pull information out of people's heads are rare, but it only takes one to ruin everything." He sighed. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Are you part of The Coven?" It was the chimera terrorist group that never seemed to stop being mentioned in the news.

"Hon, you already know the answer to that." He chuckled. "Anything else?"

"No, I think that's it." Dee's smile was starting to come back. She never thought she'd feel this prepared.

"May you walk in the light of the moon with the breeze to your back, propelling you ever forward." The connection clicked when he hung up.

What that operator had said was far better than "good luck." The vibe she was getting was everything she could've hoped for. Ea yipped, zipping around in their headspace, full of excitement. Dee bounced on her paw pads, giggling. It was nice to see Ea had recovered from the nasty imagery they'd had to pull up.

She walked out of the building, a skip in her step, as she headed west, toward the first safehouse. It wasn't normal skipping, though, because her clit being longer made it so she gasped if she overdid it.

Her immediate surroundings had depressingly few trees, making it desolate and overly urban, even for LA. A few blocks ahead, Dee could see palm trees standing taller than the surrounding buildings. They were non-native palms, and not much of an improvement, but at least there were more living things and less desolation.

With a steady, quick pace, Dee made it to the chimera slum near the safehouse. Sparse vegetation and industrial buildings had given way to apartments, shops, and trees of all kinds interspersed with eclectic, brightly-colored houses where none of them were single family homes. To her right was a grove of parched bamboo that was making a wall all around a property and extended all the way across the neighbor's lot too. In fact, borders between properties were a lot less clear, bushes, trees, and edible gardens extending across property lines. Water was being used incredibly deliberately and drought-tolerant grasses or pebble beds served as yards. Even the bamboo was a species that didn't need much help to survive hot and dry LA summers.

Everything was pruned for maximum food production, not for looks. In fact, it was clear, in general, that practicality ruled over everything else, especially looks. Many of the houses and apartments had been repaired with pieces of other buildings and structures creating a hybridized look that matched many of the chimera that lived here. On the left street corner, there was a greenhouse packed with green growing things grafted onto the side of the multi-family home. The house one down from it had red wooden siding on what looked like a repurposed trailer home that had been attached to a brick house as an addition. Things went on from there, jumbled together and surrounded by plants that had been fostered to be as productive and vibrant as they could be. The result was what could only be described as an urban forest.

To Dee, this wasn't a slum, it was a thriving, eclectic community she already felt at home in.

On the left side of the street, two feminine, snow leopard chimera were standing in front of a loquat tree. They both had horizontal lines of dark blue dragon scales on the backs of their hands, fingers, forearms and legs. The shorter one looked to be in her early teens and had a five-gallon bucket. Her late teens, early twenties sister was using her extra few inches of height to pick ripe, yellow-orange loquat fruits with practiced ambidexterity. Their tails were draconic, but fluffy on top due to luxurious snow leopard fur.

*Snow kitties! So fluffy!* Ea's excitement was contagious. She was standing on a jumble of banyan roots, her tail wagging softly.

*Let's go talk to them. I need directions anyway.* Dee trotted in their direction.

*Yay!*

"Hey there." Dee smiled, her tail wagging softly.

The ears on both snow leopards turned toward Dee before they turned around. They had dark blue scales under their chins that ran down their fronts. They were both wearing flowing light green blouses and blue jeans.

The younger sister responded while the taller one grabbed her sister's light green blouse and kept her eyes down. "Hey! Haven't seen you before. Is there something we can help you with?"

"I need directions, actually." Dee gave them the address and then clasped her hands in front of her, hoping she wasn't putting these girls in danger by talking to them.

The younger one's brow furrowed and her ears folded down as she thought hard. Then she looked up at her sister with wide, pleading eyes.

"Oh, I know that place. You running from the militsa? No judgment, just want to make sure you lose them." The older one didn't meet Dee's eyes as she spoke.

"Yeah, I only became a chimera yesterday and I'm already in trouble." Dee sighed.

"Being a chimera at all gets you in trouble." The younger one clenched a fist in annoyance.

"True." The older sister paused as she thought for a moment. "For the best, most concealed route, go straight two blocks and then make a left, then go four blocks and make a right and walk two more blocks. When you see an empty lot and an ugly, unfinished attempt at gentrification across the street from you, the apartment building on your left will be the place you're looking for." The tall one grabbed a handful of loquats from the bucket and held them out to Dee, finally meeting Dee's eyes. "Here comrade, my name's Petra and you probably need some calories and electrolytes."

"Oh, thanks!" Dee took the loquats, which were perfectly ripe, into her paw padded hands. Petra was such a nerd, the kind of kid she'd love to raise, and it was brightening her whole day. "An unfinished gentrification attempt?"

"It's a high-concept concrete house that is butt ugly and doesn't fit in with anything in the entire area. Some feeble-minded apparatchik thought they could start putting in high-priced houses like it and push us out. A couple molotov cocktails in the middle of the night was all it took to get the bourgeois running scared." The older one smiled, showing her teeth. She looked ready to burn the whole world down if it meant a better future for her and her sister.

"Petra, don't just spout stuff like that to strangers." The younger one was now the one acting shy, her body language closed off.

"She's not a stranger, she's running from the cops. That makes her family." Petra gently grabbed her sister's chin and pointed her sister's face at Dee.

*New friends!* Ea zoomed around in their headspace.

*Oh, absolutely. I think we're going to end up with a lot of new friends.* Dee took a bite of one of the loquats, enjoying the mixture of pineapple, pear, and apricot flavor that its peach-like flesh provided. "Oooh, these are good. Thanks for the directions and everything!"

"You're welcome! Just do us a favor and don't kill any pigs in our neighborhood." Petra frowned. "If you do, they'll get approval to be extra cruel to us and they're a lot more likely to up your threat level. Getting seriously maimed, however, just makes them look bad."

"Got it, I'll be careful if I run into them."

"Thanks. Spend as little time in intersections as possible so you stay out of sight and may the wind be at your back, pushing you ever forward." Petra's tail swayed calmly behind her while her sister's tail relaxed a bit.

"Travel safe!" Petra's little sister met Dee's eyes with a small, cautious smile on her muzzle.

"Same to you! See you later, Petra, Petra's little sis." Dee met eyes with the younger sister for a moment. Then she passed them, following the directions she'd been given.

When they were within a block of the safehouse, Dee picked up radio chatter with her fox ears. There were two police cars in front of the apartment complex she was supposed to find refuge in, the rotating reflectors of their police lights making wide stripes of red and blue on their surroundings. One of the cars had a coffee cup sitting on the trunk.

The apartment complex was in the Spanish Revival style with arched doorways, balconies, and windows as well as a terra cotta tile roof. Adobe stucco made the complex look like it belonged in the middle of a desert.

She stepped behind a giant fig tree and peeked around it to see three male cops talking to a chimera family. The cops were in their typical Usonian Union uniforms, washed out dark blue with Usonian maroon accents. The Usonian flag, which was a red flying star with a gold hammer and sickle in it on a blue background, decorated their right breast pocket and police hat.

The mother of the chimera family was a border collie, the father was a black panther, and there was a twelve year old child being held fast by the father, his hands clasped over the child's shoulders. The child was an interesting mix of feline and canine, with patches of black and white fur. All of them looked scared and the father was pointing back at the complex while trying not to yell and only partially succeeding.

Dee could only catch some of the words and gathered that the cops were trying to implicate the kid in a crime of some sort. The cops wanted to search their apartment and the father was absolutely not having it. The fourth cop, a woman with curly hair, sat in the nearest cop car while explaining the situation to her compatriots over the radio. Dee tilted her head for a moment as she noticed all the cops had coffee cups in their hands, so the one on top of the cop car was out of place. Her cooch twitched powerfully, reminding her that it needed attention, making her gasp and spread her legs.

Watching the argument between the chimera family and the cops for a couple more minutes, Dee determined it was a stalemate and looked past the apartment complex to the street that crossed in front of the complex.

It was a four-lane thoroughfare that was definitely one of the arteries of this neighborhood. The front of the complex faced the more peaceful street she was on. On the opposite side of the street, kitty-corner to the apartment complex, was the building Petra had told her about. It was an ultramodern, concrete house that had never been finished. From the top, the house looked like a semi-circle while from the side it looked like five asymmetrically stacked shoeboxes. There'd clearly been a fire in it and all the windows and doors were missing. It was next to an empty lot. Both it, and the lot, were blocked off by a six-foot-tall chain link fence that was losing a battle with a magnolia tree while being overgrown by California honeysuckle, blocking much of the view behind it.

With the cops here, it was tempting to go to skip the first safe house, but Dee wasn't sure she'd last until she got there. Her clit was pulsing incessantly between her pussy lips while her panties were soaked and it was only a matter of time before the crotch of her shorts was soaked too. Ever since the call, she'd been smoldering down there and trying not to think about it. If she didn't play with herself soon, she'd be a distracted mess. Her sex drive had been bad enough when she wasn't part fox, but now it was a force of nature. Instead of going to the second safe house, she needed to find somewhere she could get off right fucking now.

That hideous burned-out house seemed like the perfect place for a quickie and maybe when she was done the cops would be gone. Dee backtracked ten feet and turned right.

*Go fast. Safer* Ea got restless right after the first turn, making Dee feel a bit lightheaded.

*I don't know how. I can't even see what's going on when you give us extreme zoomies.*

*Try together this time.* The purple glow from Ea in their headspace intensified as the turbulence that made up her form swirled violently.

The other times Ea had done this, she became blindingly bright in an instant and Dee had lost track of everything. She could sense Ea using her knowledge of the streets of LA when it happened, but even that was too fast for her to fully keep up. This time, however, she felt magic crashing into her like monstrous, frothy waves. But she and Ea weren't acting as a shoreline. The waves were rebounding off of her, adding more power to the next wave. It felt like her body was in front of a skyscraper-sized subwoofer.

She gasped as the reverberations made her cunt feel incredible. So, as she powered up and her fur got a purple glow to it, moisture built between her legs. It seemed her sex drive and her changed body would make just about any situation lewd, which suited her just fine.

The wind gusted, rattling the leaves of the many trees surrounding her. A store receipt danced down the street, past a smaller fig tree than the one Dee had been hiding behind. A yellow Chrysler LeBaron passed that fig tree at about the same time, nearing the intersection.

The purple glow in her fur brightened, and every sound deepened, as the sensation of the wind blowing her fur became much more gentle. It appeared as though the driver of the LeBaron was gradually pressing the brake pedal while the receipt got more and more sluggish. The engine noise dropped in pitch, the firing of each piston sounding like individual gunshots.

The leaves of the trees were no longer rustling. They were swaying back and forth like someone lazily waving their hand. Dee's muzzle fell open as she marveled at a world where things that normally happened in one second were taking a whole minute to transpire. It was like the world around her was now an aquarium, things drifting languidly from one place to another.

*This is amazing!* Dee jumped excitedly, her tail whipping back and forth. The air resistance on her tail's floofy fur was much greater, leading to a sensation of being submerged without any wetness.

Ea squealed, darting around their headspace.

Dee walked at a brisk pace to get a couple blocks down the street. As she went, she felt alone in a unique way. The wolf chimera driver of the car, a giraffe chimera pruning her lemon tree, and a yellow dragon kid on a bicycle were all moving so slowly there was no hope of interacting with them. The startled gasp of the little kid made as she passed sounded like a long, deep drone. The kid's hair floated as it got pushed back by the wind Dee's velocity was generating.

The air was much harder to push through than normal, giving her the sensation of running on the bottom of a pool. Turning right, toward the big street she had to cross, felt really weird. At first, she slid a bit, finding she had far more momentum than she expected from walking. The result was she couldn't turn as quickly as when she was actually walking and had to make a bit of an arc. All that made sense as she realized she was going incredibly fast.

How she was able to push through the air and turn despite the increased forces involved was a mystery, but she felt incredibly strong. Powered up to go fast, she felt more fit than she'd ever been.

When she got to the four lane street she had to cross to get to the ugly house and overgrown chain link fence, she paused a moment. Four cars were on the street, two Pontiac station wagons, a Toyota sedan, and an Isuzu delivery truck. Every other time she'd crossed a street, she'd been at the mercy of traffic. This time, she could cross the street without a care in the world.

As she got to the middle of the street, her clit was on the move again, pushing against her panties and shorts incessantly. When she looked down and saw a sexy tent in her shorts, she blushed under her fur and lost track of everything else.

A lanky guy in a white Ford Torino honked at her for being in the middle of the street and she blinked, perceiving the world at normal speed once again. While passing her, his eyes dropped to the tent in her shorts. She grinned. She didn't know why her dick was coming back, but welcomed it. Nothing felt quite as perfect as being a herm and it felt good to show off, but she needed to get out of the street before someone far less appreciative honked or cussed at her.

She ran to the corner of the empty lot and then walked along the chain link fence, away from the busy street. There was a big magnolia tree just ahead of her, its roots causing a pitch in two of sidewalk slabs. It was around those pitched slabs that there was a gate in the chain link fence. Though it was locked with a chain and a padlock, someone had bent the bottom of the gate pretty severely.

After waiting for a small pickup truck to pass, she darted to the bent portion of the gate. Her tits, now bigger than they'd been before she became a chimera, almost didn't fit and getting them through caused her nipples to get flicked painfully. Then her plump ass just barely made it, her huge clit getting pushed down as she wiggled through the gap. It hurt a bit, but the moment she was through the fence, her clit's throbbing wasn't painful at all. Quite the opposite.

It throbbed the entire time she looked at the weathered concrete pad in the empty lot which was surrounded by bright orange California poppies, and scrubby germaniums with tiny purple flowers. Some rye grass was in clumps too. Dandelions were coming up through cracks in the concrete pad in addition to surrounding it.

*Forgotten place. Nature takes over.* Ea made a happy squeal before pushing a moss-covered rock in their headspace with her muzzle just so she could watch it roll.

*Yep, exactly!* Dee squealed back as she grabbed Ea and cuddled her. Then she set Ea down and gasped as her snatch clenched, soaking her panties.

On the other side of the fenced-in lot, Dee spotted the entrance to the terrible eyesore that was the ultramodern house. The curve of the second floor's concrete slab was counterpointed by stacked rectangular forms in a disjointed way that she hated. Entering the building through an open doorway, she found a pile of random refuse just inside the door and to the right. The building had been burned out and there was soot on the ceiling. The smell of the fire that had burned was faint, but Dee's vulpine nose could pick it up quite well.

At least the floor plan made more sense than the structure's outward appearance. She was in a hallway that connected the garage in the back to the rest of the house. As she walked toward the front of the house, she found a large, open room to her right. Her cunt clenched again, making her double over as her clit pressed painfully against her manila-colored shorts. As she recovered, she looked at the far corner of the living room. It was relatively clean and, if she crouched down and made her way over there, she could sit in a spot where no one had eyes on her. She needed some quality time with herself before she'd be able to focus on anything else.

As she stepped over some charred wood and melted plastic, getting to her corner, she lifted her head just enough to peer through a five foot by five foot window opening. She could see the cops still outside the house, all four of them, and that extra coffee cup that still baffled her.

The guy that passed her in the Ford Torino must've lived close by because he was busy parallel parking his car in a tight spot in front of the house across the street from the apartment complex. That house had patches of bamboo growing, and lots of succulents amongst river rocks, along with a couple eucalyptus trees towering over everything. Watering the succulents and pulling twigs out of the rocks was a gorgeous red dragon chimera in an orange sundress that had a little bit of frill to it. Though she was bottom-heavy and her thighs looked ready to crush heads, her bust looked to be quite the handful too.

To complete her draconic traits, she had graceful ivory horns that swooped back from just above her forehead and a nice, thick tail. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was being managed by a celtic braid that held the sides back while letting most of her hair fall naturally. She was massive, over seven feet tall with well defined muscles.

Knowing she was being dangerously gay, Dee took one last look before slipping out of sight of the window. She pressed her back up against the corner so no one had a direct view of her. Taking off her moist shorts and soaked panties, she sighed in relief. Her clit was a good four inches long and was taking on the shape of a canine cock. She wrapped a paw-padded hand around it, yipping quietly to herself. With her other hand, she found her folds and rubbed at them.

Pleasure warmed her whole body as her hips bucked of their own accord. Her fox muzzle opened for quiet gasps and her fluffy tail curled as she shoved two fingers inside herself. Finally, her clit was pulsing in her paw-padded hand again. Finally, she was dealing with the wetness between her legs.

She felt a clenching in her womb as testes swelled into being and then divided off from her ovaries. Then she gasped as she pushed, feeling them travel down the front of her satiny canal. A bud of sensation, a new clit, separated from the base of her shaft and settled into place between her pussy lips. Then folds of skin formed at the base of her cock bunched up into a sheath and a fur-covered sac formed right in front of her pussy. It wouldn't be long until she had balls and a nice big cock again. She let out a breathy screech at the thought, pushing her balls closer to their home.

Her ears turned toward the wall opposite the window as she picked up the muscle car engine sound of the white Gran Torino that was parked out front of the sexy dragoness's house. With her fox ears, the distinctness of each car engine was far more apparent. She briefly wondered why the guy was leaving so soon after all that trouble to parallel park before a powerful wave of pleasure from her dick growing knocked all other thoughts out of her mind.

The lack of lubrication had her shaft starting to chafe, so she pulled her right hand away from her cooch and got girl juice all over the paw-padded palm of her left hand. Then she went back to stroking, groaning at how good it felt. Her prick was aching, just cresting five inches long and becoming increasingly canine as she fucked her fist. When she went back to playing with her pussy, she added a third finger, wishing someone's dick was there instead.

Her heart started to race as she felt her balls park just above her sac. Inside her length, an intense feeling of penetration from the tip to the base caused her to buck her hips. A yip escaped her throat as pre poured out of her brand new cum hole, adding ample lube to her self love. This hadn't been the greatest idea. Her vulpine heritage made her a very vocal lover and keeping quiet enough to not be discovered was a constant battle.

Burning pleasure radiated from her labia, all the way to her womb. Her cunt was quivering, on the edge, while her shaft felt like it was going to explode in her hand. She knew if she pushed her balls into their sac, she'd go off like a pile of grenades.

Reluctantly, she took her hand off of her dick and pulled up her pink tank top, exposing the light blue, too-tight sports bra that was for her old bust size. Then she bunched up her tank top and stuffed it in her muzzle. Her tank top was now tugging at her armpits, stretched to be in her muzzle, but she didn't care as she went back to stroking.

She pushed hard, feeling her nuts fighting some resistance, but winning. Just before she ran out of breath, they popped into her sac. She was forced to inhale, causing a sharp gasp instead of a scream as her pussy milked her fingers and her shaft jumped in her hand. The moment her gasp ended, she let loose a fox scream that got muffled quite well by her tank top. Potent bliss from a wonderful herm orgasm caused her senses to sparkle. Tingles spread out from her groin, muscles twitched, and her entire body felt like it was drifting on warm, pleasureable winds.

Instead of cum, ropes of pre shot out for the first few pulses, but then one, satisfying rope of pearly white came out. It made a beautiful streak across the puddle of pre.

It was all over too soon, leaving her panting and wanting more, especially from her cock. She frowned. It had felt amazing to be extra hung and she missed it. Her dick was only a bit over five inches and it had been over double that before. Her balls were no bigger than grapes and they'd been much bigger too.

Not hearing anymore conversation or police radios from across the street, she peeked out the window. The cop cars were still there, but the cops were all missing. A knot formed in her stomach as she bent over to pick up her shorts and panties.

She heard the clanking of chains from the direction of the empty lot and then the crunch of someone stepping on charred wood just on the other side of the doorway that led out of the living room and into the entryway.

Dee dropped her pants and panties as a pointy-faced cop, not one of the four she'd already seen, came around the corner with a Makarov pistol... Witness how Dee uses her super fox zoomies to deal with the cops, her cock and balls growing to hyper proportions, and her fun romp with a huge dragoness herm by reading the rest on my [url=https://www.patreon.com/posts/108946783/][color=orange][b]my PATREON![/b][/color][/url] OR [url=https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1412656/][color=fuchsia][b]my SUBSCRIBESTAR![/b][/color][/url]

If you want to support my writing and see stuff months to a year early, [url=https://patreon.com/zmeydros][color=orange][b]click here to become a patron on my Patreon[/b][/color][/url] OR [url=https://subscribestar.adult/zmeydros][color=fuchsia][b]click here to subscribe to my Subscribestar![/b][/color][/url]