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Cole (working title) - Draft
🕑 Added 2019-01-27 20:27:47 +0000 UTC
This draft is a finished story with a good amount of editing, but I wrote it before I fully came up with Mingling Universes and I may want to make sure it fits in that world. It needs a better title. It needs to have the character see the magic mentioned at the beginning throughout the whole story. I also just need to think about whether this is gonna be a little series on its own or whether it will fit into a larger plot.
TFTG, M to H, Herm/Herm, Equine, Canine
Cole (Better title is on my editing to do list)
by Zmeydros
Yellow spirals and sparks had formed a halo at the edge of my vision. The more they permeated my view of the blue sky and grassy expanse in front of me, the more irresistible the magic would become. I'd just exited the cathedral-like halls of the library at Nilsson School of Magic.
A ripple across the surface of lake Mendota became a ripple of grass as the summer wind bathed me in its claustrophobic heat. Wisconsin summers were as as oppressive as being under a mound of earth. The skin on the backs of my hands ached as if they'd gotten too much sun. But I'd been inside all day. It was from the slow seduction of my body by the forces that underlay my nature.
I called the school's health department while stepping into the shade of a large oak tree. After hitting numbers associated with poorly-constructed categories, I cleared the phone system's labyrinth for the fourth time that day.
"How can I help you today."
I tightened my grip on the thin slice of rectangle in my hand. "Can you transfer me over to Claire?"
"I'm sorry, she's gone for the day." This male voice was new and filled with an awful sterility, as if his voice was wearing exam gloves. "How can I help you?"
Great, I had to explain it all again. "I'm out of my Bisclav and I'm going to be in danger of shifting if I don't get some by tomorrow."
"Give me your prescription number and I'll see right to it."
"It's out, I just moved here for a summer internship, all the mage practitioners in the area are booked out for the next four months, my original doctor can't give me any more extensions."
He cleared his throat in a way that reminded me of a dysfunctional garbage disposal. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."
"There has to be something that can be done in an emergency like this. In Minneapolis, they had walk-in hours for some of the clinics." Maybe this guy knew of a clinic like that. No one else had.
"We used to have walk-in hours, but there's just not enough practitioners to spare. I'm sorry."
"There has to be something you can do. I've been waiting for a callback for five hours. Claire said she'd try to fit me in. And now you're about to close." My voice was breathless. The yellow magic trails had leaked further into my vision. My anxiety wasn't helping, at this rate I wouldn't even make it to tomorrow.
"You could commit yourself…" The suggestion had no weight behind it. He knew I wouldn't take it. That would also end my internship. "Or I could get set up an appointment with a psychologist to help you stay calm and weather the time until you're able to get a prescription."
"A psychologist to help me stay CALM! Is that all you got?! A fucking shrink! I need my Goddamn pills!"
"Please calm down. It's worked incredibly well for me, actually."
"I'm a class four. Are you sure you still feeling confident?"
"Well, I'm a class three." He sighed. "Look, that's all I have. I can make an appointment or wish you a good day and hang up."
My foot was feeling itchy, the back of my neck was hot, and my nipples were giving me pleasurable twinges no matter how I arranged my arms. I took a few deep breaths and swallowed my ire. "Okay, is there an opening tomorrow?"
"No." I heard a wince in his voice, but I held my tongue and he continued. "But, I can get you in on Friday."
"What time?"
"Eight AM."
I gave him my information and got the appointment booked. As I hung up, I saw that I'd gotten a text message. It was from my internship. *Class 4 werewolf refusing to take pills in Grobasch building. Apartment 304. Assess situation and report back.*
My internship in Were-Services was mostly just talking to people and getting them what they needed to be productive citizens. The Midwest Coalition loved spending money if it meant we wouldn't become like the coasts where were on were violence was commonplace.
The Grobasch building was a disheveled example of brutalist architecture six stories high. The apartments were nice, but the outside was, well, brutal. Exposed concrete arranged in ugly rectangular shapes with nonsensical balconies jutting out from them.
I had to cross the round flowing topiary of the courtyard to get to it. Of course, since this was a magic school, none of the paths went straight across. Someone had had the smart idea that the best way to get big bucks from alumni and high-dollar donors was to make everyone go, "Oooh magic!" whenever they crossed the courtyard.
Only people didn't go, "Oooh magic!" They usually swore and found a way to cut through the hedges. Like I was doing.
The halls of the Grobasch building were all steel and orange fabric with moody lighting. Beautiful in a pretentious abstract art sort of way. My nose twitched the moment I stood in front of 304. The sweat and arousal suggested that I was in for some awkwardness.
I only managed to rap the door once before it opened to reveal a grey-furred wall of breasts and musk.
My heart thrummed in my chest as my cheeks flushed bright red. This wasn't just any werewolf, shi had a sopping wet pussy behind hir hefty balls and bulging sheath. Just me looking at hir package caused the red tip of hir member to poke out.
I looked into hir eyes and composed myself. "I'm from were—"
"Don't care," shi said as shi pulled me inside, firm grip on my upper arm.
This wasn't the worst spot I could be in. I could handle this. I could use magic if I needed to and shi was touching me already so I could stop hir any time I wanted. "I'm Cole Danvers from were services and I'm here to talk to you about why—" I moaned as my body betrayed me. Being this close to hir, feeling hir fur against me, it should have been disgusting, but I was painfully hard.
"You're so aroused by a naked werewolf," shi finished for me.
My sense of smell had changed. Normally horny were-creatures smelled spicy in a way that I couldn't quite appreciate. But I was starting to transform and shi smelled fucking amazing. Like tea latte with a hint of mint.
The base of my tailbone ached and then throbbed sending warmth up my spine. I stifled a groan of ecstasy as the warmth touched my balls. I took some deep breaths, but that only served to smother my good sense in hir scent. I fumbled with the beginning of a sentence until I produced, "Why haven't you been taking your Bisclav?"
"Because being in heat is better than any drug. Because I feel more like a herm werewolf than a female human. But, that's beside the point. I can smell that you're off your pills, so I think you're asking a rather stupid question. I've got a better one: why aren't you sucking my cock?" Shi put a hand-like paw on my shoulder and pushed down.
Distracted by how hard it was to come up with an excuse for not sucking hir member, I ended up on my knees. There had to be a reason not to do this. But my ears were starting to get pointed and my nipples were aching to be touched. I was so hungry for the flesh emerging from hir sheath that I licked my lips. I wanted to be closer to hir smell.
"No!" I tried to stand, but felt light headed. I had to get out of this room, away from this temptation. Or I'd end up fully transformed and too full of lust to control myself. I couldn't end three years transformation-free this way.
Shi pulled hir paw-padded hands away and stepped back. "No? You've got fur on your neck. Like your body gives a shit about your hangups." Shi chuckled looking at the tent in my pants.
Hiding my erection was entirely pointless, but my hands insisted on covering it anyway. "We shouldn't--I shouldn't. I'll just go." I turned away.
The werewolf, Mae was the name on her--hir?--file, didn't get to heckle me further because I yelped in pain. My toes and toenails were merging into hooves. I grabbed the back of a dining room chair to steady myself as I struggled to get my right shoe off. Then my left.
I pulled out the chair and sat in it to take the weight off of my changing feet. Mae stroked hirself as shi watched my transformation making hir musk even thicker. Inch after inch of hir massive canine shaft spilled out. My eyes refused to be diverted from it. So, I closed them. "I can't. This can't happen."
"Oh, it is, like it or not." Shi chuckled.
Opening my eyes to see what shi was grunting about was a mistake. All six of hir breasts were bouncing from the sheer force with which shi was thrusting into hir hand. A warm fire spread down my spine. It had been three years since the last time I felt my short dappled grey fur come in. I took deep breaths and looked away from hir.
"Mnnff! Love the color of your fur." Shi reached under hir balls and stuck a couple fingers in hirself. Hir blatant disregard for decency only worsened my condition. "You gonna get those clothes off before you destroy them?"
As if on cue, my dark red button-down shirt started getting tight. My chest was throbbing, growing with each heartbeat. "You gonna go into your bedroom to stop tempting me?" I asked trying not to seem desperate.
"I'm tempting?" Shi took a large step to get closer putting hir crimson tapered tip a few inches from my face. Hir fingertips glistened with hir own wetness as shi brought them up to hir muzzle and licked off hir own nectar.
I stifled a whine, my instincts were so close to the surface begging me to relieve the sexual tension.
Shi chuckled at my attempt to maintain my composure. "Your buttons are going to start popping off if you don't give your breasts some room."
My breasts? I looked down at my poor shirt. The spaces between the buttons were now tiny portholes displaying my fur-clad cleavage. If I'd just had another year or two, I could have forgotten how good my breasts felt. My face flushed as erotic excitement took hold of me. Holding my hands firmly at my sides, I pushed back against those memories.
I turned away from hir, I could still abate this, my training was for just this sort of situation. "Just give me moment. I'll get myself under control. Then we can talk."
A low growl came from hir, but I didn't look up. "If you get yourself under control, I'll consider listening to you. But that's not going to happen. Soon, you're going to show me why pent up herms make the best lovers."
"A herm?" I kept a straight face.
"You can't hide your smell. I'm sure that pussy will be coming in r—"
"Shut up!"
"So feisty." Shi dipped hir fingers into hir snatch again. "I love me some feisty sex."
Deep breaths. In, out, in, out, that was the way. Hir scent didn't matter. The throbbing phallus in my face didn't matter. Would it be so bad if I touched it? Tasted it? I shook my head. No! I looked up at hir and said, "Go to your room."
"Okay, dad, geez! You guys really are the worst." Shi turned away.
I blushed bright red. "Sorry, that came out wrong."
Shi glanced back at me. "Whatever. I'm going to stick something in me and get off. You can let yourself out."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw hir walk to hir bedroom. Seconds later, I heard a drawer open and then hir bed springs squeak as shi sat down. Don't think about what shi's doing. Focus.
The tightness in my shirt lessened with each breath. I could handle this. Everything would be alrig—a moan from the bedroom, a squelch from some giant toy shi was shoving in hirself, the schtick sound of hir getting more lube, and squeaks from the springs as shi got into a rhythm, all of it stoked my lust.
Thousands upon thousands of little pin pricks across my chest made me moan. My growing bosom took up all the free space in my shirt preventing me from drawing deep breaths. A button popped off as I struggled to get out of my shirt. I gave up and tore my shirt of sending the remaining buttons across the room. Dappled grey fur, pert fondleable nipples, I looked at it all with contempt. This was a mutiny. I wouldn't stand for it.
Deep steady breathing. Yes, just relax.
The squeaks from the bedroom were coming faster now and my heart picked up its pace to match them. One more yip of pleasure from the herm in the other room was all it took. My hands flew up to my breasts and I let out a yip of my own. I grabbed my nipples between my fingers as my hair became a mane that ran down my neck. I cried out as I felt my breasts push back against my hands. They were soon far more than a handful, the way I remembered.
Squeezing them, I got a rush of wonder. How was it that my body could do this? This ancient magic was so tempting, so good at making people want it. And dangerous. Society would crumble if it was embraced. But what was I supposed to do?
I knew indulging myself would only make things worse. I knew I was fast approaching the point of no return, but my hands wouldn't stop. Mae sounded like shi was going to cum without me and some part of me, a part gaining more power over me by the second, didn't want that to happen. I got up on my hooves and stumbled toward the bedroom.
Deep breaths. I tried to count my breaths, to turn back to the chair: it was useless. I couldn't focus enough to count and each step I took put me closer to hir scent.
A tugging on my cock signaled the formation of my sheath. Rough pricks across my balls signaled fur spreading. I gasped and leaned against the tan-colored wall in the hallway as my hips burned widening too much for my pants. I shed them. My hands dove for my shaft and I stroked it as I stomped my hooves on the floor at the sensation of getting a broad equine head.
I sputtered thrusting into my hands. My nose flattened like someone was pushing it into my face. My teeth tugged and pulled at my gums as my jaws pushed outward. Fur spread across my cheeks as a muzzle formed.
Another step and I could see in Mae's bedroom. Shi was on hir side. Equine toy in one hand, hir own cock in the other.
Shi froze in place meeting my eyes. Then hir face softened as shi said, "Please! It's not enough."
Those words made me dash to the bed and I had to do a controlled fall: my hooves were still clumsy on the carpet. I pulled out hir equine toy as my member surged. I grabbed it in my hand and felt it thicken as I moaned. The medial ring forming nearly made me cum. So much sensation. So much changing so fast! It was like a big drop on a roller coaster.
Fur spread down my legs and up my belly as I lifted hir leg and put my muzzle at hir pussy. I took a deep draw of air bathing my senses in hir scent. My cock lurched from smelling hir. When I took a lick, my tongue tingled from hir wetness. I licked and licked and licked until shi started thrusting hir snatch against my face.
I felt hir pussy lips play against my muzzle until shi came. I licked catching every bit of hir orgasm. Shi cried out, "MORE!" and pushed my head away.
I gulped as I bumped hir muff with my blunt shaft. This was exactly what I shouldn't be doing. I'd only change more. Once my pussy came in, I'd be insatiable.
Insatiable. Oh, how good it would feel to just cum and cum and cum! I whinnied as I shoved into hir while lifting hir furry leg with my hand.
"YES!" shi cried out as I felt hir stretch around my girth. Shi was so tight and I was so damn big!
My balls dragged on the inner thigh of hir other leg as I hilted myself in hir squeezing wetness. The fur on my body was filling in on my back, legs, and arms as my muzzle pushed out and my mane filled in. Warm zaps and pricks covered my body as my horse tail pulled at my tailbone and became full length.
My thrusting became more desperate and shi had to use hir hands to push on the headboard to stop from being slammed into it. Hir canine tongue was flopping out the side of hir muzzle as shi panted and moaned. Something was happening behind my balls. A something I spent every day of my life trying to forget. A something that felt so good as I drew it across the fur of hir leg over and over that I couldn't help but fondle my breasts with my free hand.
I tried to get myself to stop, I even slowed my thrusting and prepared to pull out. But instead of thrusting, I just started grinding that sensitive mound against hir leg.
Shi grinned at me not upset in the least at my pause. "It's finally happening! I'm so happy for you."
Instead of telling hir to shut up like I intended, I let out a cry of sheer ecstasy. The bigger the mound of flesh got, the more I had to rub. The more I rubbed, the more I gave in, the faster the magic moved. The transformation was now a force of nature, unstoppable, thrilling.
A small nub pushed up from my skin making me gasp. Suddenly all my sensation down there resonated with a single point. As that nub enlarged, so did the friction and hence the pleasure. Icy fingers of magic pressed up into that mound parting it. In its wake, a fire that begged me to fill the space that was being opened. Deeper, hotter, wetter. My eyes locked onto hir canine shaft.
I bit my lip and looked away. This was it. My pussy was almost fully formed. Any more and my mind couldn't take it. I'd be be begging, pleading…
It wasn't stopping. It was too late! I was going to—"Fuck! I'm cumming!"
Every time my sex came in, it was the worst sort of orgasm. I writhed, I whinnied in passion, and I felt warmth touch every atom of my being. But in its wake was an unbearable emptiness. They said herms were hit the hardest by the change. The advent of new sexual anatomy was just too much for the human mind. Perhaps that would explain what I did next.
I pulled out of hir and grabbed hir upper arms. "Please, please fuck me. I need cock, I need it inside me. I can't—"
"Shh, I know." Shi patted the bed. "Lie down facing away."
I did so and shi grabbed me around the waist. My hips wiggled and rolled trying to get the tip of hir cock lined up.
"Fuck, you're so desperate, I love it." Shi nuzzled my neck and thrusted forward at just the right time.
Her hot flesh slipped into my needy void. My world exploded. "More! Shove it all in! I can take it!" This sensation of being filled, this parting of my flesh, it was satisfying in a way nothing else was.
For three years I'd denied myself, pretended that I didn't need a cock jammed between my legs. To say I was pent up would be like saying there's just a little water in the ocean.
I whinnied and groaned as shi lost hirself in my slick warmth over and over. I savored the way hir six furry breasts bounced against my back as shi slapped hir balls against my clit. My hips rolled each time ensuring shi got in as deep as possible.
Until, of course, hir knot was big enough that it cut hir thrusts short. Warmth spread across my furry form until I was at the edge of a pleasurable explosion.
"I fucking love these!" Shi grunted and thrust harder as shi teased my nipples and then dug hir fingers into my supple spheres.
That was it, the warmth in me detonated into ecstasy. "Knot me now!" I begged just before my snatch clamped down and I whinnied so hard that I ran out of breath.
"Ahh fuck! I'm—" shi jammed hir knot inside me and hot thick cum jetted from hir tip splashing against the walls of my long-ignored passage.
Each throb of hir member brought a new shot of spooge and a new wave of pleasure. When hir knot expanded inside me and shi bit my neck, I saw stars. This sensation, this fullness in my pussy, this fulfillment of my flesh, it was unforgettable. That was my curse: to know I was capable of feeling this, but deny myself anyway. I hated that I'd given in and at the same time I was smiling bigger and broader than I had in years.
