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Pandemic
🕑 Added 2021-04-01 23:02:33 +0000 UTCThis was made from the seed of an idea from Discord but it didn't turn out as joke-y as originally mentioned. I hope y'all enjoy it! Yay April!
"I can do this," I tell the face in the mirror.
I need to shave but with the pandemic and being allowed to work from home, I've let myself get a little lazy. My hair's grown just long enough to bother me and my stubble is more "1 a.m. Wild Bender After 3 Days" than 5 o'clock shadow.
Water splashes against my face from my cupped hands. A futile effort to help wake me up. I've worn the same shirt for four days now, including to bed, and it shows so I take it off and toss it into the hamper behind me.
I've avoided gaining weight during all of this because I'm too poor to order takeout or delivery and I hate going out to shop. Starvation diet is the current fad for some.
I grab a new shirt without even looking at which one it is because it honestly doesn't matter anymore. A sharp spike of pain grinds into my shoulder when I raise my arms. I still have the bandaid from the second shot I got just yesterday. That one hurt a LOT more than the first one.
I'm supposed to wait a couple weeks for full immunity but my pantry is literally empty except for some cans of black olives and some water flavoring packets. I have to go. My headache, a recent thing that's stuck around for a couple days, reminds me that I need to get some pills when I go shopping. I'd be worried about it except that I don't have any other symptoms and I know the second shot is supposed to be a lot harder on the body.
Three masks hang from a hook by the front door. I feel like the black one this time, with the neck strap. It doesn't really hit me that I take more time to choose a mask than it does a t-shirt.
A whole year now. The streets are still mostly empty. Companies are failing left and right while the governments around the world try to compensate. Try and fail. I guess I should feel lucky with my job. So many others haven't been.
Groaning when bending down to put my shoes on. I don't even need to groan. It's some weird psychosomatic thing because I think I'm getting old. I'm not. I'm fine. Now it's just a habit.
"Deep breath," I say, hand on the doorknob.
The weather is good. It's a weekend. I don't have anything else to do. I got this.
"Oh Jesus Fuck!" I shout when I open the door.
Julie is standing right outside my door in a spaghetti strap... dress? Lingerie? Jesus Christ.
"Jeremy," she purrs, smiling at me. Her smile falters for a moment but steadies as she strokes her stomach.
She was waiting for me. Had to be. Just waiting right outside.
"Oh, uhh, hey Julie," I say, standing in my apartment. "No mask today? You should be wearing a mask."
She blinks. Slowly. Raising a hand to touch her cheek. Her finger brushes against the whiskers growing from her top lip. Her cheeks are puffy and I can see white and black and orange hairs dotting her face. She can't close her mouth completely. Her fangs are enormous. Like, ridiculous. Her tongue lashes out and I can see the little weird fleshy hooks from where I stand.
The last time I saw her, she had normal ears. Now they're curved. Elegant. Long white hairs criss-cross inside of them. I tug at my mask to make sure it's on right.
"Did you- did you get that new shot they were talking about?" I ask, keeping my eyes away from her wandering hand. "The, uhh, emergency one shot? It's supposed to, uhhhhh, help."
She's kneading the front of whatever the hell that skimpy outfit is. There's so many holes covering the fabric where her claws have pierced it. In. And out. In and out. Pulling it down to show the curves of her braless breasts. White fur covers the skin over her shoulders, dipping down between her breasts. In. And out. She's still smiling. Flashing her fangs with trembling lips.
The dress lifts, showing her wild pubes. Nah. Not pubes any more. Fuck me for looking. It's all fur down there, covering her hips but it's especially thick and curly over her mound.
It does nothing to hide a twin set of pink teats just beneath the lifted edge of the thing she's wearing. The sun glints off a thin, long clear line on the inside of her unshaved thighs.
"Yesssss," she purrs, rolling her head and then staring straight at me again. "Yesterday. They made me do it. The apartment let police officers in. And one of their doctors. They were going around to the infected. Making the rounds. Are you hot? I'm hot. I'm hot all the time."
Her nipples look huge. Shit. I shouldn't even be looking at-
Oh fuck fuck fuck. I can see hairs growing on her face. Fuck fuck fuck. I back up a little more with an uneasy laugh and my hands raised.
There's claw marks on the railing and ground just outside my apartment. I glance quickly left and right but it's only outside mine, where I can see. And there's a pungent odor radiating from a big wet spot on the concrete in front of my door, just behind Julie. So that's what I've been smelling since yesterday. Dammit.
"It's so lonely in my apartment," she coos and now she's not even being coy, raising her hand to her tit to squeeze it with a growling, purring moan. "You should come over. We could watch something. Eat something. Keep each other company. It's not good to be alone now. I have food. I'd take care of you. Take care of whatever you need. Any of your needs."
She chuffs and growls, lips lifting while both of her hands work her breasts.
"Uh, while we're talking, could you, uhh, not, uhhh, do, whatever it is you're doing here?" I ask, swallowing and waving vaguely at the wet spot and claw marks.
"Mmmmm?" She asks turning and lifting her dress to give me a good look at her ass. It's covered in fine hairs, orange and black. Basically peach fuzz. No tail yet. That's a good sign. "Oh. That. I can't help it."
"I mean, surely you can," I say. "Just- just don't do it."
"You don't understand what it's like," she says, turning back to me. And stepping forward. One foot in front of the other. Again. Sashaying. Until I'm shrinking back and she's just inches away. "These urges just fill you up. I was just marking. I had to look it up. Look up tigers. I did some research. To understand why I was doing these things. And it just makes so much sense now."
Her eyes are sandy colored but it's the slow march of hairs crawling over her face that keeps my attention. Just one or two here and there. And then a third. Short little things but their growth is naked to my eye. A fourth. A fifth.
"Well, that's- that's great, Julie," I tell her, sliding as carefully as I can around her and then stepping over the stain on the concrete. "You know, your offer sounds great but I really need to go to the store. Maybe some other time?"
"I'll be waiting," she purrs with a smile and a single raised eyebrow that sends shivers down my spine. Her hand drags against the railing to carve deep furrows.
She used to be this shy little thing. I'd walked her to her car a few times early in the morning when she'd been forced to park a couple blocks away after some asshole stole her parking spot. The area isn't great and it was dark so I didn't mind helping. But that was before. Now she stands taller than me.
A dog barks somewhere behind me when I reach my car and it sets off this insane chain reaction that explodes through the apartment complex. Yelling starts soon after, people screaming at others to get them to shut up and, god, it's just so much noise.
We're not even allowed to have pets here. Not even frogs. Frogs!
And then a rooster crows. Followed by another at the other end of the apartment complex.
My stomach twists. Three weeks ago, I'd made the mistake of visiting an old college friend of mine. They invited me in for breakfast to have a chat. I hadn't heard from them in a while, not since my friend got married a couple years ago. Good guy but always seemed down on his luck. Really wanted a family but was having problems. Poor guy's wife was hit hard during the pandemic and that didn't help. So I'm sitting there, just catching up while eating my eggs and bacon. Eggs.
His wife's a fucking chicken hybrid and I'm sitting there eating scrambled eggs. While they're watching. For a second I thought I was just being overly paranoid until he asked me if I liked the eggs. If they tasted good. Who does that? Not normal people, that's for goddamn sure. Never have I ever had someone specifically ask me in such a weird way if I liked eggs. Steak, sure, that's happened. A little nonchalant, 'hey, did it turn out good?' Not some creepy ass 'How are they eggs? Do you like them? Do they have a good flavor?'
I wanted to puke but I didn't. I held it in. Barely. The wife's sitting there, staring at me. Blushing. Adjusting her fluffy, feathery ass on their couch.
And then it got really weird. He tells me he's shooting blanks and they want me to help them. To help them fertilize her eggs. Literally. Literally fertilize her eggs.
They'd sign all kinds of things so I'd be off the hook in the future and they had all kinds of documents, from weird blog sites, about how hard the infection was to spread during sex. She tried to be sexy while he talked. Spreading her legs to show me her half-formed whatsit. Her feathers were wet enough that I could see her vagina. Her asshole was almost touching the pink lips with this thin string of flesh barely separating them.
I told them I'd think about it while making excuses to go and I've been dodging their calls ever since. I can't eat eggs anymore. Even if I know they came from a real chicken. Just- ugh, just the thought of it.
Fertilize eggs? Who the hell asks that?
The streets are mostly empty. I see more people walking these days than driving. It's hurt public transport as well as the car companies and the various companies that support them in manufacturing and whatnot but there's been a movement lately to change how people get around. War time powers coming into effect to look at bigger pathways more adapted to those fools that let themselves get infected. Manufacturing shifting towards infrastructure. Lots of new jobs. Lots. If it all works.
They're even talking about setting up stops on the sides of buildings for people that can fly. That was a shock, even with everything else happening. There's a few crazy people out there trying to learn to fly. Lighter bones but the muscle structure isn't quite there so they've founded gyms. Like rock climbing gyms only for flight enabled hybrids to work the muscles they'd need to flap their freaky arms. Nobody can do it yet. Just gliding. I've seen the videos of these adrenaline junkies dropping from planes and zipping through the sky. One of them died from it, I heard.
What a fucking world.
I still remember finding the uncensored video on the Internet. Clicking past all the warnings to see what they'd smuggled out of the country. Seeing this poor guy with what looked like weird gray rashes all over his body. And then the timelapse. The rashes hardening. Scales. His face changing. Layered armored scales and huge hands with these massive claws made for digging.
Patient zero.
By that time, it was too late. The governments tried to hide it all and that made it worse. And even then, a lot of the changes weren't immediately obvious. Hairs were hairs. You're just looking down at your leg one day and thinking 'Huh, I should shave. That's weird.' and then forgetting about it for a few more days until a fingernail falls off and you freak out. Or a tooth cracks because your brand new fangs are crowding your jaw. It's too late then. Hell, it was too late when the hairs started growing. Oh. Sorry. Not hairs. Fur. Or shafts of feathers. Or scutes. That's a new word I learned. Scutes.
This new emergency shot is supposed to halt the changes. That's the one Julie got. Maybe. Maybe it takes a little bit to kick in. Like, a couple days before it takes effect. Poor girl. She has to be completely wrecked by all of it. Of course, all of the conspiracy sites are going on and on and on about how none of the shots really work and all they do is delay everything to varying degrees but the world is filled with nuts like that.
The grocery store parking lot is fairly empty when I pull in. I spy a few people walking around and am even more surprised to see infected people out and about. I count ten of them in the lot and, huh, just five regular people. That's- that's less than I thought. Maybe it's because I haven't really been out much but I know if I were one of the infected, I'd be too fucking ashamed to go out.
Still, I easily find a parking spot without any cars next to me and I step out, scratching at my neck while the sun shines overhead.
A woman pushing a shopping cart stops about fifty feet away. Her wide set eyes are bumps on a broad, green face. Slick green and white skin shows on her bare arms and stomach. Her bare feet are the biggest shock - webbed with splayed, flattened toes spread far apart. She sighs and licks her fucking eye with her weird fleshy tongue before pulling a massive water bottle from her purse. I watch, astonished, as she opens the lid and pours the water over her face and body. Her fingers stretch around the bottle to touch the base of her palm.
Fucking freaky.
Shaking my head, roughly clearing my throat, I walk wide of her and adjust my mask to make sure it's over my face. The sun feels brutal today. I really should've shaved because all this extra facial hair is just heating me up, especially with the mask on.
There's noise at the entrance. My ears perk up as I slow down, stopping about ten feet away.
"Ma'am," a tired worker says through her mask. "You have to wear a shirt. And masks are highly-"
"I have an exempssssshun," this woman says.
The offending lady is leaning heavily against her cart. I'm guessing it's due to the massive tail dragging against the ground behind her. It's as wide as her exaggerated hips and her stretch pants are barely dealing with it. Everyone can see her ass crack. Shades of banded gray and taupe line the length of her scaly tail and the very tip whips angrily back and forth.
Well, it could also be that her neck is stretched out, forcing her forward. She's hunched with her tongue flickering, tasting the air.
Despite all of it, she's got tits. Big 'ole titties. They're actually pretty nice looking. More scales cover her body but they're lighter color and smaller, flexing easily every time she moves. Her boobs press into the bar of the cart.
"By state law, we're requiring everyone to be properly dressed," the employee says.
"Fuck your sssstate law," the woman rumbles. She reaches back to pull her pants up but not fast enough to hide the sight of her asshole for everyone that cares to see.
The exit door hisses open and an older man pushes his cart through while staring at the altercation. I take the opportunity to escape inside while the woman continues to argue.
They changed the layout of the store. Again. Just when I was getting close to having the new layout memorized. Not just that but everything is spaced out more. To make room for infected people, I bet. Several aisles are missing their top shelves, too.
I don't care quite so much about that. What I do care about it how fucking expensive everything else. Christ. My rent's low and my job pays well enough but, still. Dammit.
"Come on, you promised you'd stop sniffing everything," a woman says, just around the corner. "You promised."
I see them both when I reach the end of the aisle. This lady with her mask under her fucking nose has her arms crossed while her husband or boyfriend or whatever is shoving his fucking nose into a tray of wrapped steaks. Jesus Christ.
He's got this little, weird stump of a tail wiggling back and forth. Not quite hairless - I can see a few long strands covering it. She turns, sees me, and grabs his pants to pull them up. They only stay for a second before slipping down again. The woman mouths 'sorry' at me but I can see she doesn't really care.
The guy smells like shit and it pisses me off. You'd think they'd at least take baths. Or showers. Or fuck, the guy's wife could spray him off with a hose in their yard for all I care. Just because they're all changing doesn't mean they have to abandon hygiene.
I move away from them and the guy freezes. He pulls back slowly and then shrinks further away from me while whining. At least he still has the decency to be ashamed of his behavior. His floppy dumb tongue flaps against his mouth and blackened nose. The guy's entire face is covered in blond, curly fur and it's not quite a 'face' any more but more a shortened muzzle. He shudders, still watching me and then he leans into his significant other.
"It's okay," she sighs, stroking his head. He whines again but licks her hand and she rubs his floppy ear between her fingers.
"Sorry," the guy says and then he forgets all about me when I'm far enough away and his face lights up. "Everything just smells so good and interesting, Denise! You should try it! It's- it's-"
Ugh. Here comes another one that doesn't care if she bathes or not. I can smell her before she appears at the end of the aisle in front of me.
Except it's just a woman, dressed normally while walking with her boyfriend. Both wearing their masks under their noses. So it's just her shitty perfume, I guess. That's how I knew it was a woman. Just smells weird. She glances at me funny for a second but then turns to stare at the guy I'd just passed. He's staring back at the new woman, frozen in place with his tongue hanging. Drool dripping from the rounded tip. Slowly. Gross.
"Come on," the dog man's wife says. I can see the rings now. Husband and wife. "What are you doing, come on!"
The woman with the perfume gets closer and suddenly the first guy walks over to her, bold as you can be. Dropping down in front of her and then going around to shove his face into her ass.
Wow.
Wow. Fucking wow.
"Hey, the fuck, asshole!" the second guy shouts while his girlfriend cries out and twists around. But this kneeling guy is following her and sniffing deeply. "Lady, get this fucking animal away from my girl!"
"Adam! Adam, come! Come!" the wife yells, blushing and twisting her hands together. "We practiced this. Please. Just- just come! Come here!"
"I'll fucking beat your ass, freak!" the second guy shouts and now I see the red, stylized DNA strand on the side of his mask. That's no good. Extremist human rights stuff there.
When the wife's command doesn't work, she runs over and grabs the back of his neck to haul him away.
The girlfriend of the second guy is breathing fast. Panicked.
Oh.
No- no she's not.
She's panting.
And sniffing the air. Her hand brushes her stomach, lifting her shirt briefly. I watch as dark black hairs grow from the waistband of her pants. Her lips are parted and she whines. It's so soft that it's almost beyond hearing but my ears twitch to catch it.
"Sorry, I just- sorry-" the first man says. He's kneeling and staring at the woman while she stares down at him. At his crotch. At the exposed rounded bulb of his sheath and the slick, wet tip of his red cock sliding free. He growls and pulls his pants up. "I don't mean- I can't help myself sometimes."
I sneeze, raising my arm up to press my face into the crook of my elbow. Thankfully, I'm able to hold most of it back. Through the mixed scents of the male and the strange perfume the woman wears, the ghostly wisp of a delightful smell winds its way through the air.
The woman's hand scratches at the thick hairs beginning to cover her lower belly and it's that motion that lets me see it - a dark spot on the thin gray terry cloth shorts she's wearing, just between her toned thighs. Her toned thighs covered in a light dusting of black hairs.
Should I say something? Should I warn her? If her boyfriend wasn't wearing that particular mask, I would. It's just that I've seen that symbol online. It's a hate group. The woman lifts her chin and notices me finally. She stumbles, pulling her hand free in an attempt to move away.
Yeah, fuck you, too, lady.
Shaking my head, I walk away. Further down an aisle with a can of beans in my hand, I notice the button on my pants are undone and my zipper is down. I cough and scratch my throat and look around before fixing it but the zipper doesn't want to come all the way up and the pants are too tight for the button. So, instead, I pull my shirt down to cover it.
Maybe I did gain some weight after all.
My headache pulses for a second, flaring through my face and jaw before receding into a dull, throbbing ache that fills my entire skull down to my teeth. I should probably finish and head home soon. I read online that some people were hit with a fever for a couple of days and other stuff after their second shot. I guess if all I get is a headache, I can count myself lucky. I grind my teeth as I walk down the aisle and it helps, slightly.
The end of the meat section stares me in the face. My stomach rumbles and I swallow drool. It's been a while but I feel like I should spoil myself a bit. I breathe deeply and stare at all of the choices of highly priced meats nicely wrapped up. Finally, I decide and reach for a bulky package of pork roast but something stops me.
Hairs stand on the end of my neck like a shitty thrift store spider sense. Just on the other side of a display case is a man and a- a woman. He's slowly shaking his head while she's just frowning at me. Her flat, wide pink nose and flopping pink ears on a swollen pink face fill in the rest of the picture.
"Wow," she says, following it with a grunting snort.
She's wearing loose clothes that hide her bulk but they fit her oddly, as if she wasn't used to wearing them. Probably skinny before this. Her athletic boyfriend just makes it more likely.
Still, even with the baggy clothes I can see she's wearing five bras. Five. Bras. Her tits are impressive but the ones below are smaller. A little smaller. I can see the outlines of her bras all along her torso.
The woman's twin toes slip when she turns to walk away. Both of them are at least three times as large as my big toe with rounded, pink flesh beneath them. Two more small toes are twisted around at the back of her foot.
She's painted the nails red. Nails? Hooves? Hell, I don't know. I almost laugh because she's got her tail tucked into her pants and it's incredibly clear to see. Trapped between her pants and her thick thighs, it's straightened out into a long lump that curves over her plump ass cheek. The man caresses her ass, pinching the tail briefly and, even from this distance, I can hear her moan as she leans into him. Kinky shit.
Properly shamed, I wait at least a full minute before grabbing the pork. Maybe less. I dunno. I don't care that much. It's just from a pig. A non-human pig. It's not my fault if these people come out in public and get offended at my food choices. If it bothers them, they could always stay inside.
The smell of that damned woman is still in my head. Not the perfume but the other scent. I feel sorry for her but she was still human looking. And cute. And that smell just added to it. Her arousal. My cock stirs but I ignore it even when it pushes against my underwear and unbuttoned pants. In a way, Julie is right; I have been alone for a long time and maybe that's bad for me. Dating has been a no-go with everything that's happened. Maybe I could try again, though. Get out there a little now that I've had my vaccine. Find me a nice, vaccinated, safe girl and spend some time with her.
Fuck her, even. I smile and grab myself, unaware of what I'm doing as I give myself a quick stroke. The skin over my cock is swelling. Bunching up. Heavy until it presses against my belly. That sounds nice right about now. Sex. I don't know if there's any girls that are looking for it right now but maybe there's some out there, as desperate and horny as I suddenly am.
Something's up in the dairy section. There's a woman there, facing the corner with her hand out. And a man beside her, leaning into her and whispering something. I strain to listen but I can only hear murmuring. He doesn't have his hands on her, though.
I nonchalantly stroll my way over there while my ears strain to listen.
"N- no," the girl groans.
"Come on, baby," the man whispers to her with a smile.
Maybe I do need to say something after all. I can't see anything other than her back with the way she's facing.
"It- it makes it worse," she says and I frown while trying to figure out what's going on. "It- it- it does."
"But doesn't it feel good?" the man asks.
Seconds pass.
"Yes," she says quickly, as if she's out of breath. "Yes, god yes, you have no idea."
"Do it," he urges quietly. "I want to hear it."
"I don't even know you," she pants. "I don't-"
"Come on, baby," he says. "Just let it out. I know your type. I know you need to. I know you love it."
"Oh god," she groans. "Oh god. Oh god. I can't- I can't-"
I can see her taking gulps of air.
"Muh-" she shakes her head. "I- I- Muh- Mooooooooooooo"
The girl raises her head and I see it now. The soft white and black fur covering her cheeks and jaw. The little horns on either side of her head and her long tongue out from her almost still-human face as her lowing echoes in the dairy aisle. She shudders when she's done.
The tip of her tail slips from the back of her pants. It wags back and forth, brushing against her belt loops but it's growing longer while I watch and the pink skin is fading beneath spots of white and black. Long hairs emerge from the tip with every pass. Un-fucking-believable.
"Feel good," she says, momentarily dazed. She stomps her feet and I see her heavy hooves are lined with some grippy padding worn like a strange shoe.
"I want your milk," he groans again.
She turns and lifts her shirt. She's wearing a large padded girdle beneath but she unstraps it and her rounded, pink udder flops free.
"No, baby," he says. "No. When your mind is all there. I want you to want it. I want to hear you say it."
I'm locked in place. Entranced. My cock is throbbing as it presses against my belly, tightly secured in the sheath growing around it like a cocoon. Minutes pass while I grip my hand basket.
"I- I- Oh no-" the woman says when she sees her udder. Her hand rests against it tentatively and she rubs herself slowly. "I don't- Why did I- muuhhhhhhh. God. God. I'm so- I've never touched it before. It's- it's so warm and soft and feels so gooouuuuuuuuuh."
"You want me to milk you?" the man asks eagerly.
"I- No, I-" she says but her hand slides to a teat and she moans loudly while squeezing it. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as the bushy tip of her tail brushes against the backs of her knees. "So full. It's so full and heavy. I- Please. Please, I want you to- Your muuuhh- mouth."
He kneels before her and she stares down at him while pulling at the top of her shirt, exposing her bra before pulling that down to show her nipples. She hefts her tit to her mouth as he begins to squeeze and pull. The woman easily takes her nipple into her mouth to suckle from it.
A thin stream of milk jets from the teat in the man's hand, spraying directly into his open mouth. I watch her drop her breast to moo loudly and her wet nipple begins to stretch outward, flexing and writhing as it doubles, triples, quadruples in length. The other nipple follows suit until they droop under their own weight.
I can smell how fucking wet she is from here.
"Fuck me. Breed me," she moans. She's lowering herself awkwardly onto her knees and then her hands but the man lies beneath her, still drinking her milk but sucking directly on two of her teats that he's pulled into his mouth instead of milking her. "I want muuuuuuhhhhh- mooooooo- moooore babies! I want mooooOoOOOoore calves! Always milk. I want always milk. Always full of milk. Breed me!"
Her hooves crack the linoleum when she orgasms, just from the guy sucking on her. Christ. I needed milk but not anymore. That whole area's gonna be contaminated. That guy's probably fucked. Maybe he's some sicko that wants to be infected. I've heard the whispers. People getting off on being part animal. Having orgies with these animal freaks until they get infected. Just rutting like crazed beasts.
It's- It's- Sick. I don't know why anyone would want that. Just. Just giving into your urges. Letting part of yourself go like that. Like a wild animal? Just humping and mating and fucking and letting loose like-
Jesus. I need to get laid.
The hole on the top of my sheath widens to show the curved tip of my cock. My eyes linger for a moment as the guy pulls her pants down over her ass. I'm tempted to watch but that's- that's wrong. Cops will probably be called soon anyway.
My hand squeezes my sheath and I pull, exposing my dick for just a second.
I'm going to install a dating app as soon as I'm home.
The only open cashier is a young, slim girl whose wool pokes out from every single gap in her clothing. She moves, showing bare skin on her midriff but wool covers her chest and bare arms and neck. Her long, folded white ears stick out to the side of her head. She smiles with little buck teeth and looks over at me from where she was hanging plastic bags.
"Welcome to- oh!" she says, ducking her head and shrinking in on herself. Her face is bone white with a broad pink nose. "I'm- I'm sorry. Sorry about that. I get- I get startled sometimes. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," I growl, scratching my neck several times before setting my basket down.
Her hands shake while she scans my eyes and she groans when she grabs the pork roast, nearly dropping it before setting it on the conveyor belt to her side. I bag my few groceries as she places items down until she's finished. My nails slip beneath the numbers on the keypad after I swipe my credit card. Two of them pop free and the girl slides back to press against the wall.
"Sorry," I grumble.
"It's- it's- it's-" she tries to say. Trembling and shaking in place.
I finish paying and then pick up the little plastic numbers before placing them on the counter for her to fix later.
On the way out I spy the lizard woman from earlier standing in the meat section, biting into raw fish from a packet she'd opened. An employee, probably the manager, is following her with his cellphone out, recording what she's doing. I assume if the cow girl doesn't get the police called on the store, this other one will.
The air outside the store is disgusting. Filled with the smell of gasoline and melting asphalt. I wrinkle my nose and breathe through my mouth until I reach my car which rocks slightly on its shocks when I get inside. I didn't realize I'd had the seat so far forward so I push it back a bit until I'm comfortable.
Just as I'm about to back up, I press the brakes and growl. A woman is slowly pushing her car behind my car. She's not wearing a shirt so I can see her strange, flattened abs. Her ribs are bulging outward around her - the reason she's not wearing a shirt - but a custom sports bra hides her breasts. Although young, her neck is wrinkled and she's smiling happily while trudging along with a curving, shining shell laying against her back, connected to her ribcage.
The wait for her to get past is painful but she finally moves far enough away that I can pull out.
Driving home is relaxing, at least. Mostly empty streets with nobody honking at me or suddenly merging into my lane. The only problem is, I can't get the image of the cow out of my head. On her hands and knees, begging to be fucked. That and the smell of the one woman still stuck in my head.
My sheath pulls back and I grip my cock, pumping myself as I drive. Picturing myself behind the cow, pounding in and out of her while her breasts sway beneath her and her long nipples brush the floor. And the other girl. Ripping her clothes apart and bending her over as, in my fantasy, the boyfriend doesn't exist. Watching her change while I fuck her, smashing in and out while her pelt grows thick and she barks and whines for me to give her puppies.
As I ease into my parking spot, I can smell it. A sharp, tangy scent that makes me growl. I grab my bags and step out of the car. Seams burst on the side of my pants while the front of my shirt tears to show hard lines of muscle. The legs of my pants rip around my calves when I follow the scent.
I walk to my apartment and kneel, setting my bags down to place my hands on the ground. The thin padding beginning to cover my palms insulates me from the heat. I bend close to the stain on the ground to breathe deeply of the aroma left behind.
A door opens and Julie stares at me.
Her face is completely covered in black, white and orange fur now, lending her a fierce expression. Her throat vibrates as she stares at me. She places a finger at the front of her gown and slides it down, parting the fabric to leave her completely nude. Fur clashes with perfect, bare skin on her hard, muscular body.
When I stand, her eyes drop to my exposed cock. I stare down at her as she shivers and moans and drops to her knees, grabbing me with one hand while the other rips my pants. It's hard to think past the urges filling me. I don't care that we're in public. All I know is that I need release. I need to mate and Julie is here. Waiting for me. She's marked her territory outside of my apartment.
My bandaid seesaws back and forth in the air when fur grows to displace it and I rip the mask from my face without caring where it lands.
I stare at the powerful curve of her back while her tongue draaaaaags over my red cock. It's almost too much with the hooks on her tongue but it's exactly what I need right now. I can see the outlined ridges of her spine popping into place, pushing against her skin until the last lump stays in place. And extends, pushing against her furred flesh while her new tail lashes back and forth.
She takes as much of me as she can but it's too much. I grip her blonde hair and her ears twitch away from my fingers. My shirt tears to expose thick, curly black fur while she bobs back and forth. She begins to purr and it vibrates my cock. I growl and grab her, ignoring the way she digs her claws into my thighs.
Her sand colored eyes stare wildly into my golden eyes until I turn her and kneel behind her, hands and feet on the ground. I lick her cheek and she nuzzles against me, bumping my stomach with her ass before pushing into me to rub her dripping pussy against my cock.
My aching jaw cracks when my canines take root and spiral out into fangs but the pain is nothing compared to the need to mate. My cock splits her apart. She hisses and yowls but shoves back and raises up into me. At the same time, her stunted, still growing tail brushes against my side.
There's no other way to describe it. I rut with her. Pounding into the tigress with my knot spreading her pink lips further and further apart every time. Her breasts slap together beneath her when her ass slams back into my crotch, meeting me with equal force.
I vaguely hear some people yelling at us to take it inside while others are cheering us on but I ignore all of it, focused only on the growing pressure and the need to let it out. I'm growling and drooling while she's hissing and moaning and still purring. We're both blunting our claws on the rough concrete below us, hers translucent while mine are obsidian.
The black fur on my chest rubs against her orange fur while her rounded, soft ass quakes. She's yowling loud enough that it hurts my ears and she's shuddering against me, scrabbling at the ground. I've knotted her at some point and it's shoved her far over the edge. Her pussy's clenching against me as she cums. Nearly crushing me while I hunch my back and hump her, shoving her face into the ground with powerful thrusts. Pounding relentlessly until I finally get my release and she cums a second time.
The relief is enormous. Static fills my ears. My brain is already fried from my infection but, as we lay together on the ground, clutched tight, I feel my thoughts slowly return.
Fuck.
The fuck.
I thought I was safe but, I guess not. And now here I am. Julie moans and tenses.
"I love. This," she grumbles, her voice and mind still rough from her overexcitement. "Knot. Your knot. You make. Beautiful. Wolf."
Ah. Okay. I guess it could be worse. There was that turtle woman. Wolf's pretty good, all things considered.
"We should. Go inside," she says but when she tries to pull away, my sheath drags me with her. "Ah. That's. Too much. Want more. More."
We crab walk. It's not sexy. At all. But all is forgotten once we're inside. We tear the shit out of her apartment from fucking all night long but eventually make it to her bed to lay together, finally separated. Basking in the glow of multiple orgasms.
She's sleeping, resting against my side with her arm and leg over me. Purring even now. I can't stop stroking her hip and ass. The padding on my hand feels weird. Definite loss of touch but it doesn't matter. I'll have to look up some new keyboards for work and figure out what forms I'll need to file to register my infection and change. And then find a different cellphone, probably.
So many things I have to change, now. My whole life, I suppose. And my sleeping position. My back and ass hurt from the way my tail is laying beneath me. Dammit.
But, for the moment, I have peace. No more worrying about infections or anything else, I suppose. And there's- some- benefits to how I've changed. Not including an apparently insatiable sex drive and strength and stamina and god knows what else.
I think, before anything else. A date is in order with Julie. Somewhere nice with-
Ah shit. My pork roast is still outside.
