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New Year's Deer - Part (1/4)
🕑 Added 2018-12-29 22:11:48 +0000 UTC(------) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
As a side effect of me working on Part 2, Part 1 has been polished to a nice shine. Enjoy this new improved version! Originally planned as a two-part story, I realized while writing part 2 that the story would suffer from tr ying to jam everything into one more part. So, this will be a three part series. I've already plotted out part 3, so I know everything will work out awesome when I write it.
Right at the start of Winter Quarter, Emma undergoes an inexplicable transformation that brings her closer to the last person she expected to befriend and treats her to experiences she’d never imagined.
New Year’s Deer - Part 1
~A Mingling Universes Story~
by Zmeydros
(edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)
~Tuesday, 1/15/2019 - Emma Torrero~
The lecture hall was much the same shape as the inside of a clam. Fifty-one students were spread out over tiered seating that could accommodate well over a hundred. Amongst them were four anthros: a fox, a dragon, a mouse, and a skunk. I was awkward at meeting new people and spent more time wishing I had anthro friends than actually pursuing them. My hopes at getting to know them sometime during this quarter were high because we shared a common enemy: Professor Shelein Aumont.
Today, she was parading in the front of the hall rambling completely off topic for the fourth time during the two-hour class period. The crazed twitching of her rabbit ears and tail contrasted her droning voice. Even this far into the semester, I was still processing the fact that this five-and-a-half-foot tall bunny was the most intimidating anthro I'd ever seen.
"Applied Artificing 2: How to Integrate Magic and Technology" was hard enough without these random tangents. And today's lecture had just gone exceptionally off the rails: on the projection screen was political pundit Bill Smiths on one of his crazy rants alternately flailing his arms and pulling at his comb-over.
"Anthros, were-creatures, were-critters, whatever you call them...They're mowing down our American ideals like furred hoodlums! If we don't stop these crotch yodelers, we'll all be hermaphrodites in no time!"
Half of the students laughed while the other half continued paying no attention.
Professor Aumont stopped the video and said, "We laugh at conspiracy theorists like Bill, here, but we forget that they are arming extremists with ideas which they can use to bend their perceived reality. Bend it so far that they can rationalize away their empathy for fellow sentient beings."
She shut the screen off.
"These pundits sensationalize the fears they share with their followers. They are afraid of change, they are afraid of their social supremacy being tested by a new societal order." She shook her head. "But no one can stem the tide of change. If you continue in this field, you may transform the world as we know it, topple the social hierarchy, and cause yourself to be hated by people like Bill Smiths and his followers."
I sat up hoping that she was finally going to explain our final project. The sooner I started on it, the less working on it would interfere with studying for finals at the end of the quarter.
"Your journey toward changing the world starts tomorrow. I'll be sending out an email that guides you through turning your project proposal into a professional whitepaper. You're going to have to do research, you're going to have to think about the inner workings of your device, and you're going to have to do a bit of science fiction writing. That last part might seems strange, but I want to test your engineering intuition. There will be things that you cannot know without actually having made..."
I zoned out, tapping my erasable pen on my notebook. All her words were profound and encouraging, but none of them gave me a clue how to best utilize the few extra studying hours I had tonight. As class wrapped up, I got out of my seat and walked toward the front.
As she was putting her laptop in her messenger bag, I said, "Hey, Professor Aumont."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Torrero," she said as she turned to face me.
"You know my name?" I asked. I'd never actually conversed with her before.
"I know the names of all my students," she said, sounding as if this was logical extension of her professorship.
"Oh, okay." Either she was a genius with a photographic memory and was telling the truth, or I was somehow notable to her and she was trying to cover for it. Like the time one of my professors "accidentally" requested to follow my locked NSFW twitter feed.
"Was there something you wanted to ask me?"
I nodded. "The rest of my week is pretty full. Could I get a hint as to what's in that email so I can at least get a bit done on the final project tonight?"
She stopped and tilted her head, one ear raised in question. "Why not just take some time to relax?"
"I had plenty of that over the weekend," I said.
"A student that's ahead in their studies? It really is the best way to make sure random inconveniences don't cause you to get behind." The second part, I swear she was saying partially to herself. Like she was thinking about something else entirely.
"Uhh," I prompted her having no idea whether she was pausing to think or had completely forgotten my question.
"Sure, I can give you the first couple steps." She rummaged in her bag as she spoke. "Go to the library website and find Librarian Takato Otaka's page. Look through the materials he's sourced to identify what substrates you could make your invention out of. Then choose the best substrates based on the needs of your device. After that, start fleshing out the inner workings of your device by refining what you put in your proposal."
"Wow! Thanks!" I bounced on my feet.
She smiled, "It's no problem! Takato is our department librarian, so be sure to email him if you get stuck."
"Okay, I will." A question came to me as she put her coat on and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. "Does your fur help with Chicago's windy winters?"
She nodded. "Even a short coat of fur keeps more heat near the skin."
"Yeah, I noticed that you go short sleeved much later in the year than I do."
"I bet if you tried fur, you'd never want to go back." She grinned, showing she liked this idea a lot more than I did. Being human suited me just fine.
"Maybe?" I said politely so I didn't directly contradict her suggestion.
She must have sensed the awkwardness I was feeling because she said, "Don't let me hold you hostage in a conversation, you've got research to do and I've got to get back to my office."
"It was nice talking to you," I said, waving.
Waving back, she said, "Likewise."
As I made my way up the stairs that led to the lecture hall's south exit, I felt a prick on the back of my neck. When I reached up to touch it, I felt a cold trickle moving under my hand. Like the very first sensation of getting a novocaine injection. Turning to look behind me, I half expected to see a giant mosquito. Instead, all I saw was Shelein standing next to the lectern, retrieving her scarf from her coat pocket.
"Something wrong?" she asked, one ear raised in interest.
"Uh, no, never mind...Have a good night."
"You too. And, if you have any questions, email me and I'll get back to you anytime before ten p.m."
"Cool!" I resumed going up the stairs, my mind blown by how nice and approachable she was.
Comforted by the charming old buildings of the U of Chicago campus, I began to tread through the light dusting of snow that had fallen while I was in class. My footfalls were disturbing the lazy breeze causing the falling flakes to make turbulent spirals. I couldn't help but walk slow through the beauty surrounding me.
While I was passing the iconic glass dome that rose from the ground in front of the library, the back of my neck started to ache. Not an ache, really, more like pressure, someone putting their hand on my skin and just pressing down. Reaching back there, my hand only found cold flesh, so I shrugged and kept walking. I'd go to the health center if it got any worse.
My dorm building was a renovated brick monstrosity that was part labyrinth, part secret lair. After using my fob to unlock the outer door, I pulled it open and then stepped inside.
I barely had to tap my feet on the industrial boot mat in the entryway to get the featherweight snow off my hiking boots. As I climbed the stairs, I rubbed at the angry chilled skin on the back of my neck. I really needed to buy a new scarf or check the lost and found again.
The most run-down thing about this building was the room doors. They were wooden, but stained an awful orange and covered in godawful yellow age spots. If I'd been given the renovation money, I would have started with re-staining these doors. It made me wonder what other serious problems had taken precedence.
Finally inside my warm cozy dorm room, I started taking off my coat only to trip over my roommate's shoes. Trying to catch myself, I reached out for the coat closet door. It slid open providing no help at all and I smacked my shoulder against the shoe rack.
"FUCK!" I cried out in pain and frustration. If my fucking roommate could put her fucking shoes securely on the goddamn shoe rack so they wouldn't fall off, things like this wouldn't happen!
Seeing a drop of blood fall from my shoulder onto our dark grey carpet, I threw off my shoes and hauled myself to the bathroom. The moment I walked in, I was confronted by a counter full of fantasy dicks, Val's entire collection on display. She'd left them to dry in plain sight of anyone who walked in yet again! We were going to have a nice long chat when she got back.
Whatever sharp edge got me on the shoe rack had ripped right through my shirt. The light pink blouse was ruined. At least the cut on my skin wasn't as deep as I thought. I washed it and let it bleed, dabbing it with a square of toilet paper until the blood started to clot. Then I put a band-aid over it.
My arm would be okay...What the hell was that on the side of my neck?
A dark spot, a finger of reddish-brown fur, was just above my collar bone. I turned to try and see the back of my neck better and found a much larger spot, about the size of a playing card. I ran my fingers over the fur. "Huh?" I asked the me in the mirror as I felt soft calming warmth from petting myself. The familiar sparkling fizz of magic was pouring into that patch of fur as it spread across my neck so fast I could watch it grow. This was the most powerful transformation magic I'd ever seen.
I ran into my room trying to find a new shirt. I had to get to the infirmary and I had to do it now!
By the time I had a stretchy yellow shirt pulled off its hanger, the fur was traveling over my shoulders and over the tops of my breasts. I'd never heard of someone just catching anthro traits in this way. Putting on the shirt resulted in me moaning like I was trying out for a shampoo commercial.
My nipples got so hard that I felt the fabric of the shirt dragging over the rises they were making in my sports bra. As I headed to the door, I felt my own wetness soaking into the crotch of my jeans. My coat would hide any dark spot until I got professional help.
But I never quite got my coat on. The buff-colored fur of my front had made it all the way to my crotch and something was happening there, something that pinched so much I couldn't stand. I fell to the floor groaning as tender flesh pressed into the seam of my jeans. Pulling off my pants, I found a rising bulge in my panties. I yelped in terror and scrambled to my feet. I had to find my baggy pair of sweat pants.
I threw stuff out of my bureau until I found them. I hissed through my teeth in frustration, now my panties were pinching that bulge. Resisting the urge to look down, I pulled them off and put on the sweat pants.
This time, as I approached the door, I gritted my teeth. My muff was hotter and puffier than I'd ever achieved through any sexual act. Every second my fingers weren't buried in there was torture. The bulge was changing shape, a tent was forming and the thing that was making the tent wanted me to stroke it. Fuck! Now I was too embarrassed to leave. I didn't know what the doctor was going to find when I got there.
Even if it was just my pussy, being this wet when you were being inspected had to be lethal levels of awkward. If I didn't get off, I'd start rubbing myself on people and yowling like a feral cat in heat. Seriously, I just couldn't--
My sweatpants went flying over the couch as I rushed into my bedroom. The top I'd just put on and the bra under it were my next targets for expedited removal. They hung haphazardly on the corner of my headboard as my hands and eyes focused on my crotch.
There, jutting four inches out from my body, was a conical beautifully-tapered cock.
The need between my legs obliterated all other thought as my left hand encircled that throbbing spire. I yelped at how sensitive it was and it took me a whole minute to stop screaming each time I thrust it into my hand. My right hand found balls that were growing to fill more and more of my grasp.
And the prick, it was gaining inches as if it was an inflatable pool toy. The more I stroked, the more there was to stroke, and the better it felt. Having given into the urges that held me captive, my nose burned and flattened, my teeth pinched in my jaws, and my face expanded outwards into a muzzle. When my mouth opened to grunt or gasp it felt strange because I had way more mouth, way more tongue.
Buff-colored fur had nearly taken over my front, reddish-brown fur would soon cover everywhere else... was I turning into a deer?
When my erection crested a foot long, I decided it was a two-handed problem. Moving my hips so hard and fast that my buttocks ached, I fought for my prize. The cracking of my feet and ankles, the pricks on top of my head, and the tugging on my tailbone, none of it mattered. All that mattered was seeing what happened when my anthro pornstar shaft came. My breaths and my moans coincided in labored huffs through my new deer nostrils.
The second new ache of the day centered on my prostate and balls. It was like an electric buzz that set off tingles that conquered my entire body. A rhythmic surging up my shaft drew a series of screamed nonsense syllables from me. The first spurt felt like someone squeezing every part of my shaft, it was like the sensation of penetration flipped on its head. Something was coming out of me hard and fast.
That something flew over my head and splattered on the headboard. The second spurt got me right in the face and my nostrils flared at the musky scent as I cried out from the brutal ecstasy assaulting me. I gyrated mindlessly moving my cock in my hands as my animal dick made a mess of my headboard, my face, and my tits. After my prick fired its last shot, I blinked not fully understanding what had just happened.
When my pussy came, it was like tidal waves of passion sweeping me out to sea. When this cock came, it was like jumping off a cliff and reveling in the exhilaration of freefall.
And now I felt like I'd hit the ground. I didn't want to move or do anything about the cum soaking into my fur. All I wanted to do was lay there and recover from the death-defying stunt I'd pulled.
The odd fizzing chaos of magic seeped into me until it was overshadowing the lazy comfort of afterglow. I don't know why sex sometimes did it for me. Most of the time, reading is where I was the calmest and best able to soak up magic. This time was a bit surprising, though, because the magic rushed in until I felt luminous.
The magic made me feel lively and antsy to do something, but the urge was unfocused. My body took advantage of my newfound will to move like a pet cat that wanted to be fed. The pangs from my snatch were like a drum beat coaxing me off the bed and to my dresser.
Walking on my split deer hooves and new digitigrade ankles caused me to wobble, and as I wobbled, my cute little deer tail waggled. I don't know why my brain thought it would help. Balancing my head was a bit of a task too because my antlers, even though they weren't more than a foot long, had a noticeable amount of weight to them.
Repeated lunges to grab onto things kept me occupied for a few minutes until I adopted a very careful gait. It was clear I wasn't going to learn how to walk normally in this form for a while. And if I went and got help, I could get my human body back, making all the effort I put into learning how to walk as a deer person meaningless.
For a brief moment, a fraction of a second, I considered going to the health center. But my mind gave me images of me fucking whatever doctor came in to see me.
The biggest mistake of my college career was looking at myself in the oval-shaped mirror above my dresser. I nearly cried out in alarm, but the fur on my body, the weight of my balls and the antlers on my head were just so cool! There were some hunky anthro guys on twitter that posted lewd photos I liked, but usually images didn't do much for me. It was the emotional context and interplay between people that turned me on most of the time, well, that and showing off my body to strangers.
This body, the one I saw in the mirror, it had so much more to show off! I moaned and rubbed my thighs together thinking about people looking at me like this. People being shocked, amazed, and turned on at the same time, mirroring my own experience.
I hefted my balls and bit my lip. It was too bad I wasn't hard. I wanted to see my new endowment in its full glory--I wanted to fuck myself so bad!
But I'd have to settle for my generic vibrator. Pulling it out of my drawer, I frowned. It wouldn't tell me what my cervine, or other anthro shafts felt like, but it's all I had. Well, Val had left her toys out, but I wasn't gonna touch those.
Turning toward the bed, I caught sight of my ass in the mirror and reflexively lifted my tail. I didn't know if it was the fur or the lighting, but it was glorious. Out of habit, I set my vibrator down on the bed, went through my jeans to retrieve my phone, and aimed my phone at the mirror. After I snapped the photo, I stopped dead in my tracks. What the fuck was I doing? This wasn't a normal nude photo to add to my feed. This was something none of my thousand followers would expect.
Not knowing how they would react made my ears blush. This was the most exhibitionist situation I'd ever been faced with. The reactions would be fiery, unpredictable, dramatic...I used my free hand to pull at an ass cheek so people could easily see my pussy and the sac that hung below it. Snap. Snap. Snap. By the time I was done, I had ten photos of my back end.
I picked the four best ones and, with my heart pounding in my ears and my pussy feeling very impatient, posted them. "I had an accident. If I get fifty likes, I'll show you my front. Still not sure if I should keep this new bod."
Seeing what I'd just done, I blinked. Now I couldn't just go to the infirmary and pretend this never happened. Of course that only made me hotter. Everyone would pull out their cocks or vibrators and look at my new body while they...I gasped feeling a splash of pleasure that was just short of an orgasm.
With my vibrator in hand, I hopped onto the bed and got on all fours. Using the lube from the top drawer of my nightstand, I shoved the vibrator in and turned it on. I came immediately, erratically thrusting the vibrator in and out while I wiggled my hips to make sure I hit all the right spots. I kept going, powering through that orgasm like a jet ski going over ten-foot waves.
Being this horny made everything more intense. The vibrations from my toy felt like they were shaking every bone in my body. I was so wet that I could jam that toy in without worry. My hand and arm soon ached with exhaustion. I rolled onto my back and kept going using the other hand.
I squeezed at my breasts, tugged at my nipples, and came again. My slick passage was forced to conform to the intruding phallus over and over, faster and faster. The vibrator was warm now, like a nice hard cock!
I couldn't stop, I was still in need. Magic was flowing through me making every tingle gain a mountain of depth. This form was so much closer to that energy, so much more capable of ecstasy. My deer dick rose from my crotch pulsing and thickening. I let go of my breast and started to stroke my beautiful smooth shaft. It was like I'd never masturbated before, never let myself just be an animal in need of a good rut.
Yeah! I was an animal now and I just needed to get off. I'd rub and rub and thrust and thrust until I...until I--"FUCKING FUCK! OH GOD HOLY FUCK!" My thoughts were demolished by a freight train of an orgasm from deep in my pussy.
It was the best thing that had ever happened to me even though my prick didn't participate. My hips took on the sluttiest, trashiest groove as I clenched around my vibrator so hard it nearly came flying out.
When my hips stooped gyrating, I was a panting mess. Staring at the tapered pink tower between my legs, I silently promised, "you're next."
Then I heard a clunk and a gasp. "Wh-who are you and what are you doing in Emma's roo--oh! There's cum everywhere! What the hell?"
Closing the door hadn't been a priority. Val stood five inches shorter than me with black and pink hair, amber skin, bright blue eyeshadow, and a nose ring too big for her face. Her wide-legged rave pants, and black and grey striped long-sleeve-T completed her attempt at being a post modern cyberpunk goth chick. Honestly, I couldn't guess what group she was trying to fit in with. Her eyes were moving from my pillar of animalistic glory to the rest of my body as if my body was a word problem that had a misleading typo in it.
"Hi, it's me, Emma," I attempted.
"Huh? Emma? What? No!" She put her hands over her mouth.
"I haven't had time to figure out what happened yet, I've just been dealing with, well, this." I gestured toward my still-throbbing erection. "How about you just close the door, I'll get off, and then we can talk."
"No," she said, eyes calmly drifting over my body.
I blushed so hard it hurt. The full awkwardness of this situation was finally hitting me. "I-I don't think I can get it to go down without getting off."
"Emma...umm...do you like girls?" she asked so quietly I doubted that I would have heard her without my new pointy and maneuverable ears.
"What?" I asked.
"I can't think straight, your smell, your body, that cock...something's wrong with me." She started taking off her top. "And you need to fix it."
"Something's wrong with you?" One of my ears drooped in question.
"No one should ever be as horny as I am right now," she said. "You think I invested a thousand dollars in anthro dicks because I don't like them? Fuck! Look at that thing! I can't--" She threw her top off and pulled down her pants and panties. Her bra was discarded as she passed through my doorway.
My prick was all "yes!" and my mind was all "no!" But when her hands touched my bare intimate flesh, my reservations were obliterated.
"You're huge!" she marveled as she stroked down from the top. Her scent was like clean clothes fresh out of the drier. Why had I never noticed she smelled this good?
Groaning, I resisted the urge to mindlessly shove my dick into her embrace. "I'm not sure how this happened, maybe we shouldn't--"
She put my tip in her mouth and I let out a breathy scream. I felt so good I wanted to cry. The heat from her mouth, the grip of her lips, and the rough-but-slick texture of her tongue assaulted me, gave me pleasure I couldn't fully comprehend.
Her hands stroked up and down and I swiftly built to my release. "Oh! Val! This feels amazing!"
She pulled her mouth off. "I'm just warming you up for the main event. I'll be back in a flash." After rushing out of the room and returning with a bottle of lube, she started applying it to my prick.
My eyes went wide, "You're not gonna--"
Standing on the bed, she put a foot on either side of my loins and said,"I totally am." She lubed up her pussy and tossed the bottle so it landed near my right hand. "You ready?"
Her modest-but-perky breasts, athletic dancer build, bright pink inner labia, and lusty smirking expression were too much. I preed and groped my tits thinking about what was about to happen. Once I'd calmed down enough to reply, I nodded.
It was like in a movie when a character does something especially badass: time stretched out before me, her pussy diving toward the pointy head of my prick. Then the sensation of opening her wider and wider with my taper as she gasped and groaned and worked her hips back and forth. She savored each bit of me that entered her while running her hands over her breasts and belly.
Her eyes met mine, "You make a really hot anthro."
I blushed. "Really?"
"Fuck yes!" She took away my ability to respond by working the rest of me into her.
Even though I'd seen her toys and knew she could take me, I was still surprised to feel her butt come to rest against my thighs and balls. My cock was no longer naked, she was covering every inch of it. I couldn't move because I could feel every twitch, breath, and beat of her heart. And then there was the tight hot texture of her snatch.
This moment of sexual zen was broken by her taking initiative. The lower third of my shaft was exposed to the cool air of the room as she rose off it, only to be smothered by her slick heat as she plummeted back to my loins once again. My body knew what to do the next time she did this, my hips flew upwards to meet her with a nice hard smack.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out grabbing my breasts as we went at it like hentai characters. I loved the way she groped and fondled me as I fucked her, no one had ever been this appreciative of my curves.
Going at it this hard made my whole erection feel sensitive. The friction was a delicious thing, adding a sharpness to every movement.
Then her inner walls started to clench and my breath caught as she refused to slow down. Fur was spreading across her legs, fur the same color as mine. A sheath and balls started to grow in obscuring her pussy.
Just as I realized what was happening, she made a noise I'd heard more times than I'd like to admit: a breathy squeal followed by deep moans. It sounded way more enticing in person than it did when it was echoing throughout the apartment while I was trying to sleep. As she came, magic zapped between us accelerating her changes. I tried to stop before it was too late, but seeing, feeling, her orgasm from riding my cock made my release inescapable.
My member contracted from bottom to top hitting me with heady pleasure and an urge to thrust deeper. I grit my teeth, unable to fathom the pleasure of being inside something so slick and velvety as I came. My grunts and groans echoed throughout the room as I felt a constant rush of tingly goodness from hoof, to ear, to tail.
She ground against my crotch as I filled her chanting, "Yes, change me, oh please, oh please, oh please! Let me have a cock as big as yours!"
She was quickly getting her wish even though I had no control over what was happening. Her balls hung lower and lower, fueled by the magic that had collected in me. As a pink tip pushed out of her sheath, she wrapped a hand around it and started stroking. I moaned along with her watching it swell past her grasp, first one hand, then two. In under a minute, it was easily as big as mine with the same animalistic tapered shape.
As her face pushed out into a cervine muzzle, I rolled her big fur-covered balls in my hands. I could tell she enjoyed having them toyed with because she was arching her back and clenching around my shaft.
Her antlers came out as her ears pointed and lengthened, the fur spread as if by an explosion. It seemed she was completely covered in seconds and by that time she had hooves just like mine.
Admiring her with wide eyes, I said, "Whoa, you already look like me."
Her attention was on her breasts, they were enlarging as she groped and squeezed them. "I love this! Best thing that's ever happened to me!"
Her hips were wider and her breasts were larger, but she still had that amazing athletic build and, with her prick and balls the same size as mine, they looked a bit too big for her. But that only made me wetter. As she stroked herself with one hand and fondled her nipples with the other, I said, "I don't know whether changing into an anthro is affecting my aesthetics, but you're fucking gorgeous!" I reached between my breasts to grab the tip of her erection. It was so hard, and that cervine shape, it made me moan.
She thrust her hips forward driving her pre-dripping tip further into my cleavage saying, "How about you give my cock some love?"
I moaned at her dirty talk, eager to taste her length.
Grabbing my antlers, she pulled my head forward so she could slide her member into my muzzle. She tasted clean, salty, delightful. I licked and sucked while learning how to use my new longer jaws. Eventually, she spurted pre right across my tongue giving me even more of that crisp clean taste I was starting to fall in love with.
As I was wholly consumed by my oral treatment of the end of her shaft, she reached back and slid two fingers in my pussy. Feeling how wet I was, she said, "Aww, does my roommate need a nice hard rut?"
I nodded shyly, my ears blushing as I kept my mouth on her erection. I'd started squeezing the part that was outside my muzzle between my breasts. It was so embarrassing. Up until this point, I'd never wanted anything other than human dicks.
Using her grip on my antlers, she eased my head back so I was lying comfortably on my pillow. Then she stood up letting my thick cream make a mess of my crotch and moved back, not caring that she was dripping on my sheets.
The tip of her prick was at my pussy in seconds, but my body was impatient and I said, "Please! Do it!"
Her confident grin was back as she managed to act like she'd done this before. Perhaps she had, she did have more than one strap-on harness. I'd seen them dangling over the shower curtain rod to dry a couple times. Her hips moved forward at the fastest speed my pussy would tolerate. I was constantly stretching, constantly gasping, and somehow still wanting more.
She bit her lip, grunted, and groaned trying to maintain an air of sexual superiority. But all that came tumbling down when I clenched my pussy forcing her to stop halfway in. Her head flew back and she moaned.
I chuckled. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Your pussy's too strong," she crooned.
I let up saying, "And your cock's too big for your body. You'd barely have to bend your head down to suck yourself off."
Her ears blushed as she protested, "B-but it's the same size as yours."
I reached up and put my hands on her breasts and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. "It fits your larger-than-life personality perfectly."
She smiled at my compliment as her confidence came back in spades. "Yeah, it really does!"
When I tried to reply, she leaned into me once again penetrating me as fast as my snatch could tolerate. I worshiped her breasts with my hands as she did this, getting her to moan almost as loud as I was. I'd never spent this much time admiring someone else's tits. They had this wonderful soft-but-firm texture that made me want to squeeze and fondle them endlessly.
Her hands moved to my breasts as she shoved the last few inches inside me. I forgot to breathe when her balls came to rest against my body. My entire snatch was so taut around her gigantic prick that its throbbing passed directly into me like waves cresting on a shoreline.
Then she started to move and my breath came out as a labored groan. The marvelous tapered shape stretched my entrance, the most sensitive part of me, the most. Looking past her gorgeous muzzle into her eyes, I reached up and grabbed her shoulders. Her cold wet deer nose met mine and our long hot tongues started an erotic ballet as we made out for the first time in our new forms.
Our breaths puffed against each other's fur, our breasts jostled against each other, and our hands explored the furry expanse of our bodies. At one point, when we were lost in our deep kissing, her hands found my ass. She squeezed it just right and my snatch tightened around her. Everything I'd been feeling, the newness of feminine hips and bust against mine, the swaying of my balls as she thrusted, and the spreading of my inner walls for her erection, all of it was even more intense now.
She made slow thrusts while we both savored feeling like parts of the same erotic machine. The increased sensation put me right over the top. I screeched and arched my back. My whole body felt tender and twitchy.
Now that she had no reason to hang on, she didn't. She moved her hands back to my breasts making fast desperate thrusts.
My breath caught in my throat as I tried to scream. And as I was stuck in that space between breaths, I felt her massive cervine shaft pulse. I looked at her with wide eyes feeling her cum so much and so hard it put every guy I'd ever been with to shame.
Moaning deeply, I ground against her under the influence of an orgasm that just didn't seem to end. It was so sexy, so amazing, so fucking hot! I started getting hard as she was still cumming inside me.
Between her animalistic cries of pleasure, I could see her grinning with pride. As she finished inside me, my body geared up for another round.
The smell of our sex was now an inescapable aphrodisiac. My new sense of smell was overwhelming in both its clarity and closeness to my instincts. By the time she collapsed on top of me, I was grinding my fully erect cock between us.
With a lazy wispy voice, she said, "How can you be hard again?"
"Fuck if I know, but I really want to go again." I fondled her ass squeezing and rubbing as a fiery lust built in me.
"Emma, seriously, how can you have this much energy?" Her spent erection was slowly exiting my well-used pussy.
A silly bouncy smile appeared on my muzzle as I thought of the reason. It wasn't just that I loved the sensations my new body could provide, it was her! She was such a talented lover. She was such an awesome person...Wait! That had to be my afterglow talking. Arousal and anger mixed in me like fire and kerosene. What was I thinking? She was a terrible roommate!
"Because I'm not lazy like you." I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off of me.
"What?" she furrowed her brow as I rolled her onto her front and pulled her ass up so she was on all fours.
With her seed still spilling down my thighs, I shoved my length into her pussy. The cum I'd left in her eased my penetration.
She sputtered and moaned and pressed back against me delighted by the sudden rough sex. It only made me angrier.
Thrusting as hard as I could, I said, "This is for draping your dirty clothes on the back of the couch, leaving empty bowls of cereal on the kitchen table, and drying your dildos on the bathroom sink!"
"Yes. AHH! Punish me! I've been such a bad girl!" she cried out.
My muscles burned as I worked myself in and out at a breakneck pace. Our balls and cleavage flailed, our bodies smacked against each other, and our ragged breaths were laced with bellows of pleasure. Taking out this angry horny energy on her was unbelievably satisfying even though she was adoring every minute of it.
She came long before I did and when I jammed home and filled her for the second time that afternoon, she came again. Our hot heavily fatigued bodies collapsed into a pile. As I tried to catch my breath, she maneuvered so she could kiss me sweetly on the muzzle over and over.
Once my breathing had quieted, she said, "You're the best fuck of my life."
"So are you," I huffed out.
"Will you still be able to do that to me if I clean up my act?" she asked.
I nodded. "You'll find other ways to annoy me, I'm sure."
She laughed. "Do you have any idea how you, we, ended up like this?"
"The only thing that I can think of is professor Aumont. There's something about my conversation with her today that still bugs me. She seemed far too familiar with me, far too interested in me. Then there's that prick I got on the back of my neck when I was leaving the lecture hall. The fur had started right around that area."
Her eyes widened. "Do you think she'd do something like that?"
"She's always going on and on about how things would be better if everyone was anthro. Well, she's never said it directly, but she sure has implied it."
"But how would she do that to you without a spell?"
"I've got no clue, but she teaches a class on making magic items, so maybe she used one of those?" I shrugged.
"How long after the prick did you notice the changes start?" she asked.
"Right after I got back to our room and..." I glared at her. "I tripped on your shoes!"
"Maybe you should look down before you--"
"I fell into the shoe rack and was bleeding." I glared at her more.
She held her hands in front of her as to defend herself. "Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful putting my shoes away."
"Good."
"After we've gotten cleaned up, we should google some stuff and see if we can find out anything about Aumont or magic items that can turn people into herm deer."
"Great idea!"
She looked into my eyes. "Do you want to go back to being human, eventually? Please say no."
"Hell no. I was going to see what my twitter followers thought, but now I'm thinkin' fuck 'em."
"That's my girl," she said.
"I'm not your girl."
"Yet," she added.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh my God! Do you have an off switch?"
"Yeah, deep in my pussy. Wanna see if you can find it?" she guided my hand under her balls to her cum-slicked labia.
"Worst pickup line ever." I blushed at her blunt sexuality as I idly toyed with her clit and balls.
She didn't moan or get excited by my touch, but she did give a long sigh.
Then something really odd happened. I moved my head down between her legs and started licking. Not to try to get her off, to clean her. Her scent and my scent were just so enticing. I couldn't help myself. She coaxed me to straddle her head and we cleaned each other's equipment and bodies until there wasn't any stray cum.
After that, she surprised me by helping me clean up the mess we'd made of my bedroom. We were both unsteady on our hooves, so we helped steady each other as we went about stripping the bed and wiping down the headboard.
As we were putting new sheets on the bed, an odd emotion took hold of me: coziness. My fur was like this security blanket that enveloped me at all times. Being naked in this drafty dorm room would normally be pretty unpleasant, but I felt fine. After drying everything I'd wiped down with the washcloth, my hands explored the fur on my arms, torso, and legs.
"Can't get enough of your fur?" she asked.
"I've never been this comfortable...ever." I said astonished at the fact that I wasn't exaggerating.
"Yeah, me neither. Want to cuddle on your bed while I look up your professor and stuff?"
"Sure! Your nose ring looks even better now that you've got a deer muzzle, by the way."
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she started doing sexy poses saying, "How can we be this lucky? We're anthro bombshells!"
"You better be careful, or you'll get hard again."
"Let me guess, you know that from experience?" She reluctantly turned away from the mirror.
"Yup!" I nodded.
"I'll get my laptop." She stumbled out of the bedroom.
Just as I was finishing stuffing pillows in their pillowcases, she came back holding her cherry-colored backpack by one of its straps. "I hope we get steady on our hooves soon. I nearly dropped my laptop before I decided I should just bring the whole backpack."
I nodded. "I hope we learn to talk without sounding drunk."
She giggled. "We do sound a bit off."
"Yeah, I'm surprised we can even understand each other. Our faces changed quite a bit."
"So, I was reading about transformation clinics, not because I was thinking of being turned into an anthro or anything." She winked and then sat on the bed propping herself up against the headboard. "They always have speech therapists and physical therapists on staff."
"Well, if we keep walking and talking like we've just gotten out of a bar on our twenty-first birthday, we'll have to look one of those places up." I settled in next to her, pressing myself against her side. "Did you have a plan for when you were gonna get transformed?"
"I figured I'd have enough saved up by September. I was gonna start next school year as an anthro shark."
"Dang! That's not anywhere close to a deer," I said.
"I wasn't planning on being furry, or antlery, or having a dick." She shrugged. "But sometimes life gives you dicks and you just gotta roll in them."
I laughed. "Wow, were you trying to say that you're happy with being a deer even though it was part of the plan or was all that to set up your terrible joke?"
"You laughed at it, so was it so terrible?" She smirked. "I think I'll be quite happy as a well-hung deer herm. That doesn't surprise me, what surprises me is you being so chill with it and cuddling up next to me like we're dating."
"All the sex in my life was pretty underwhelming: I had this finicky libido that never seemed to be in sync with when I could actually get sex, when I came it was more like a static shock from a sweater than a lightning bolt, and I spent most of my time frustrated." I reached down and traced my finger over her sheath. "You know how people talk about keeping a lover just because they're talented in bed? Well, if this body keeps hitting me with hurricanes like what I felt today, I'm going to keep it...and you."
She grabbed my wrist and moved my hand to her thigh. "We've been roommates for half the school year already, I hope you like me for more than just the sex."
"Did you like me before we had sex?" I asked.
"Like is a strong word..." She laughed. "I see your point. We got off on the wrong foot and never quite made up for it."
I stroked the fur on her thigh fascinated by the fact that it had a definite direction even though it was short. If I stroked down her thigh, it was smooth. If I stroked up, I bent the fur back and got a rougher texture. "Yeah, I think this is the longest conversation we've ever had."
"Let's just start over, then." She held out her right hand offering a handshake. "Hello, I'm Val. I'm a herm deer with a huge cock and I try to dress edgy, but I probably just end up looking like the kilt-wearing lead singer of a punk boy band."
I smirked at her self-deprecation as I grabbed her hand and shook it. "Hello, I'm Emma. And, would you believe it? I'm also a herm deer with a huge cock. I get annoyed at people who take risks with their wardrobe because I'm too afraid to take those risks myself."
She took her hand back. "My hobbies are fucking my herm deer roommate, making chainmail jewelry and accessories, and pretending I can make dubstep tracks on my laptop."
"Wow! You make chainmail stuff?" I asked.
"Gurl, did you think I just buy all the stuff I wear?"
"Yeah, kinda."
She rolled her eyes very slowly giving a put upon sigh.
"My hobbies are fucking my herm deer roommate and getting good grades and dancing to EDM."
"What? You dance? Really?" She was grinning so big that the curve of her lips went all the way down her muzzle.
"You didn't notice me jumping around in my room while I had the music on?"
"I thought that's what you put on when you were masturbating."
"You must have thought I had a very active sex life."
"Aww." She patted my side. "Now I'm feeling really sad for you."
"I think that's all behind me." I poked at her sheath.
"Sure is!" She groped my balls.
I rubbed my sheath against her thigh, moaning as the tip of my dick pressed out of my sheath.
She took her hand away. "We better get some work done before we make a mess of your bed again."
Nodding, I said. "Maybe we should just fuck in the shower once we're done looking stuff up."
"Sounds like a plan." She opened her laptop. "Let's see, professor Aumont...she has a really odd first name. Shelein?"
"Yeah, most anthros have odd names."
"True, I guess they didn't have much influence from earth languages until recently."
As she worked on her laptop, I moved so I could lay my muzzle on her shoulder and put my arm around her. My scent was on her and there was a bit of musk from our tumble on the sheets. It mixed so well with her clean scent. My mind liked to race, but it was wonderfully quiet now.
"Huh, first hit I get about her on the university website is that she lost funding for some high-tech applied magic stuff. Get this: she wanted to make injectable magic items but the Earth Mage's Council said it was too dangerous and shut down human testing."
"You don't think--"
"Oh, I think she stuck you with a needle and is waiting to see what happened."
"But that's like really illegal."
"Weren't you the one that already suspected her?" She raised an ear.
She was right, I just didn't want to believe it. To think she'd test stuff the Mage's Council said was dangerous on one of her own students? "We have to confront her."
"No, we have to report this to the authorities."
"But we're not sure she did it."
Val sighed. "We're not investigators, we're college students. And if we tip her off, she's going to run. Trust me, one of my friends decided burning up old abandoned houses was a good idea. And you know what happened when they found out I knew she was doing it but didn't tell anyone? I got juvie for being her accomplice."
"That's awful!"
She nodded. "I make different choices now. If people do stupid shit at this level, you can either go to the law or you can risk getting fucked over even worse. Everything I saw about your professor tells me she's smarter than us and has a lot of powerful friends."
"Plus the longer we wait, the less chance they'll find evidence of what she did in our bodies."
"Very true!"
"We better take a shower and get going then," she said.
The shower devolved into more sex, but we were quick about it this time. Once we got out and were dried off, I asked, "So,what are we going to wear when we leave the house? I'm not sure anything I have will fit me."
"Long skirts and stretchy tops, I think." Then she bounced and made a happy noise. "It's around New Year's, right?"
"Yeah..."
"And we're deer, right?"
"Yeah? I'm getting scared."
She looked at me with adorable big eyes. "Let's go out as New Year's Deer! We'll put ornaments in our antlers and that tinsel on a string stuff."
"To the police station?" I asked.
"No, tomorrow when we go to class."
I put my head in my hands. "New Year's was like two weeks ago. You're just doing it because it rhymes, aren't you?"
"Yes, do I need a better reason?"
"Oh my God! Of course you do!" I complained.
She started picking up the clothes she'd tossed off when she entered my room. "Let's put a pin in that until tomorrow, we should probably get going."
"Let's put a pin in it until long after we're dead." It was going to be awkward enough going to classes as I was.
We headed out to go to the nearest police station.
The next six hours sucked. We spent the whole time sitting in bland sterile rooms waiting for paperwork, waiting to get poked by needles, and getting interviewed by people that were overly professional and distant. We left with assurances that they'd look into the matter, and an order not to have sex with anyone else until they were sure we were no longer contagious.
The next morning I was laying idly next to Val while she fiddled with her iPad. Eventually she started hitting my shoulder saying. "Hey! Hey! You gotta see this!"
I sat up and leaned against the headboard next to her. On the screen was a twitter post that linked to a news article entitled: "U of Chicago Professor Taken Into Custody."
The article didn't have much information, but professor Aumont was definitely the professor in question. I said, "That was fast."
"You think you were the only one she did that to? Normally the police are a bit more interested in reports than they were in ours." Val said.
My eyes widened. I hadn't even thought of that. "No way. You really think there are others?"
"Her human testing got cut off and she's a scientist. I bet you, she picked a sample size, decided which students would make the best test subjects, and went about dosing them."
"Oh fuck!"
"I wish I could say I didn't believe someone would do that, but I've met some bad people in my life." She put her arm around me.
I shivered for a moment thinking about how professor Aumont kept talking about how the world would be better with more anthros, and how the Earth was moving toward a tipping point for a war between humans and anthros. Then I froze in place. "I think the fact I was contagious wasn't a mistake."
"What? No, that would mess up her test results."
I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to believe it. "It's not a medical trial. It's a weapons test."
END OF PART 1
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Comments
Zmeydros
This story kinda blew up on me. First, the sex scene didn't stop wanting to be hot and interesting and I kept writing it until it was well over half the words of the story. Then the part after the sex ended with a larger bang than I was planning.
WhiteGlint211
Dang the ending with the weapons test is something else.
