Chapter 0 - Love Reeks

(Tags: F/M, Vaginal, Dubious consent, Furry/Anthro, Sweat, MtFTF (MtF Transformation), Bathing, Handjob, Cunnilingus, Size difference, creampie, Cuddling, Handholding, Kissing, Romance, Light femdom, Large breasts, Nippleplay)

Lukas examined the small, expertly wrapped box on his apartment’s doorstep. The paper that enveloped the box was black and white and stripped like a barber’s pole with the colors bled out. He picked up the box and shook it. Whatever was inside was small and hard – glass, perhaps?

Closing the door behind him, Lukas sat down at his kitchen table and opened his mystery gift. Two objects were inside: A hand-written note and a fancy bottle of curious, oily-looking fluid.

He grabbed for letter first, being the thing most likely to elucidate the strange gift now in his possession. The script was rather dainty and written in black ink. 

It read: "A proper perfume for the lady of the house. Use in small doses. Do not expose to pets. Enjoy!"

Lukas rubbed his fuzzy chin. The note made no sense beyond instructions for safe use. Whatever that use even was. He tossed the note aside and took out the bottle. His eyes grew wide at its swishing contents once exposed to decent light. The liquid inside was stripped, black and white, and sat in impossibly alternating layers; just like the paper the box it came in was. It reminded Lukas of shots he once drank at an expensive nightclub. No matter how much Lukas shook the bottle, the layers refused to blend like peanut butter that separated its oils.

Lukas uncapped the bottle and took a whiff, only to immediately regret it. The fluid inside emitted a foul, sulfuric scent like rotting meat and garbage in the summer. “Yeah,” Lukas grunted to himself. “This joke has gone on for too long.” After ripping up the letter in anger, Lukas threw it back into the gift box alongside the perfume.

Before Lukas trashed the perfume, it slipped from the box and struck the floor – spray nozzle first. The putrid liquid hit his bare shin with  chilling touch. Lukas pinched his nose shut as the smell hit him full force in the face. “Oh no!” he shouted in a nasally voice. “Oh come on!” Lukas grabbed a napkin to wipe himself clean, but screamed instead.

A patch of black raced up Lukas’ leg, tingling as it moved like a viper across his pale skin. Lukas ran for a bottle of hand sanitizer on his kitchen table. He applied a few squirts to his skin and hopelessly watched as it did nothing. By now, the darkness was up to his lower left upper thigh and had a texture that looked like fur. Lukas reached into his khaki shorts for his smartphone, swiftly calling 911.

“Hello?!” he screamed. “Please send an ambulance! I don’t know what’s happening to me, but somebody-” but before he finished his desperate pleading, horrible, stabbing pains erupted throughout his thighs like jumper cables bit into them. He dropped the phone and collapsed on his hands and knees. “Jesus fucking Christ, this hurts!"

He felt the pain expand – no, he felt his very thigh bones expanded outwards. Even the flesh above them seemed to vibrate, growing larger and thicker and much, much plumper. The growth caused Lukas’ shorts to feel tighter with each passing second.

Lukas imagined opening his eyes, and looking down to see shredded flesh between his legs. One quick glance allowed him to see both legs encased in black fur. Fur? Lukas turned his teary eyes towards his arms. They were also enveloped in black fur. For a split second, Lukas felt more confused instead of mortified, but then his arms felt odd. With slow, almost careful and oddly delicate speed, the limbs lengthened, emitting a sound like shattering ice. The sound and pain combined to make Lukas scream in rejuvenated terror.

Stabbing bolts of pain that felt like literal stabbing in his hands and knuckles turned short fingers into long, dainty digits. Their nails ended in an attractive red the color of fresh strawberries. Lukas whimpered, wondering if the color came from his blood.

Lukas abruptly grew silent, feeling it before seeing it. His testicles shrunk back into the body underneath the khaki shorts, penis following as well. All that was left was a moist, hollow space in its reintegration's wake. The negative space sensation alarmed Lukas, but the pleasant, slick wetness between his legs calmed him down for a few seconds. Fat and muscle painlessly slithered underneath Lukas’ torso to his lower body, plumping up his reformed genitals, hips, and already thick thighs. A layer of visceral fat remained on Lukas’ stomach, giving him a slightly chubby stomach with hard muscle underneath.

Sudden shooting pains erupted from everywhere, and Lukas crumpled flat on his back, screaming once again. Sweat glistened on his shrinking brow that felt like it was going to cave in. His spine and skull crackled with pain as excruciating shifting sensations wormed through them both. The bones sounded like rock scraping on steel in his ears. Something shot from the base of his tailbone, quickly materializing into fur, flesh, and fat. 

Lukas thought his face was going to explode into a cloud of viscera as his nose and mouth grew pointed into a snout. Inside, the teeth shifted and sharpened like knives. The tongue behind the teeth elongated, causing Lukas to drool like some mindless beast.

At best, Lukas imagined himself going blind from the changes to his skull. At worse, he imagined himself a vegetable from brain damage, dead to the world.

Eyes still closed and on his back, Lukas uttered a groan of relief as pain dissipated from his new skeletal system. Cautiously, He forced one eye open, its sight still intact. He opened the other, and all he saw was his normal ceiling from eyes he hoped were still the same, unlike anything below his neck.

All the pain subsided, allowing Lukas to stumble about. The peace did not last long. Pain bloomed in his shoulders as Lukas gritted his teeth, enduring a sensation like his shoulders were caught in a giant, titanium vise. As his shoulders shrunk towards each other, Lukas walked backwards into his kitchen’s hanging lamp, the light clattering against his skull.

“Ouch!” he said - but how? Lukas was a short man but managed to bang his head on a high lamp. Lukas looked around, realizing that everything in his apartment seemed smaller than it was several minutes ago. He took two more steps forward, and discovered his center of balance was off as well. 

Lukas eyed his long, furry legs in terrified splendor. Short black fur covered them from toe to thigh. Lukas also noticed that his arms, both graceful yet strong, were much longer and covered in similar fur. “What am I?” he asked himself in a sad, quivering voice. The voice, now huskier and deeper, sounded like an invader emerging from his throat.

He stumbled to his bathroom noticing and grimacing at the fact that every step carried an extra bounce to it. With his new height, he ducked before entering. Inside, he was able to look into a mirror and survey the final changes to his body. Lukas looked into a long mirror and grasped his face. Strange eyes the color of emeralds stared back at Lukas, terrified.

The face was cute, softly rounded and ended in a pointed chin. The center of it was covered in white fur, topped off with a pink nose, its shape akin to a mushroom cut in half. Below the nose was a pair of pinker lips, plump and moist as fresh roses. Lukas touched the heavier bottom lip. It yielded like a slice of angel food cake.

The rack on his new body was just as impressive, covered in short white fur and just as eye-catching as Lukas’s face. The breasts threatened to spill out of a gray shirt obviously not meant for women - or skunk women. The nipples were also similar, pink and pretty while peeking out of the shirt.

As he examined his hips, Lukas felt an enormous sense of unease bubble in his stomach like he ate something spoiled. They were remarkably wide and carried pounds of thick muscle and soft fat. Lukas turned around to see his large tail of white and black tucked above his massive bubble butt. He willed it to wiggle, but only succeeded in making his ponderous ass wobble back and forth like disturbed gelatin.

Lukas frowned and wanted to weep. This body could never be like his old one. Everything it did reminded him of that crushing realization. The curves of every muscle. An hourglass figure. The soft fur that covered it all. Lukas struggled to simply breakdown in his bathroom and cry for hours, a prisoner in a body of crooked flesh that could never truly be his.

Then the paramedics knocked.

Lukas jumped up as if a bucket of ice water splashed on his back. “Damn,” he murmured in a terrified tone. “Christ, what do I do?”

The brisk knocking continued. A booming voice said, “Hello? Is anybody in there? We traced the call to this apartment. Is everything all right in there?”

Just to be safe, Lukas tiptoed his way to his apartment door – no small feat considering his new feet. “I’m sorry, sir,” said Lukas through the wooden door. “I think you have the wrong apartment. No man lives here.” He winced, knowing how painfully true the words were now.

“Understood,” said another one of the paramedics. “We’ll be on our way out then. Sorry for disturbing you, mam.”

With his heart in his throat, Lukas listened until he no longer heard their footsteps. Once they were truly gone, he slumped onto the floor in a pile of despair. The body-wracking crying came too easily. Tears glistened like wet leaves on Lukas’ facial fur. 

“What am I going to do?” he whispered to himself. Despite being early noon, the day felt like it was certainly going to much, much longer.

It took Lukas several hours to build up the courage to even think of calling his friend, Daniel, for help. Lukas was a closed-off man with few friends, but Daniel had and would always be by his side through all types of weirdness - or that’s what Lukas hoped tonight. A peculiar unease had been growing in Lukas' stomach, and hour by hour, it seemed to grow stronger, more distinct.

Lukas sat at his kitchen table, dressed in an oversized grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts. Roomy as the clothing was supposed to be, they hung tightly on Lukas’s body, highlighting his newer, much fleshier body. Lukas also despised how the clothes rubbed on his fur, but hated the thought of being naked even more.

On the table sat Lukas’ smartphone, an older model fit for a frugal man like himself. Lukas turned on the TV to distract himself from the idea of calling Daniel but failed. He nervously glanced at the smartphone, red fingernails tapping by it. He couldn’t take it anymore, and with one deep breath, reached for the phone and dialed Daniel.

Lukas gulped hard as he heard Daniel’s mild voice come across the speaker phone.

“What’s goin on, Lu?”

“Hey, Daniel,” said Lukas in the shakiest, meekest voice possible. “How was school today, man?” He gritted his teeth at the deafening silence that followed.

“Who is this?” asked Daniel in a low, cautious voice like the next response could be an explosive. “You don’t sound like Lukas. Why do you have this phone?”

“No, no, no,” said Lukas. “I am Lukas.”

“Lukas doesn’t even have a girlfriend,” said Daniel. “Seriously, who the hell are you?”

“I’m Lukas Glassbell. You’ve been my friend since freshman year of Windrose High school. Your full name is Daniel Clarke. You’ve been enrolled in the Denver College of Veterinarian Medicine for two years.” Lukas said at machine gun pace. “So please, please, please believe everything that is coming out of my mouth.”

“Holy shit...”

“Yeah,” agreed Lukas. “Do you need anymore proof?”

“Do you…do you know what scar I hate the most?”

“The one on your left ass cheek. You got it one summer after jumping into a rocky part of the Forester Lake. Me, your brother, and your ex-girlfriend called you the ass-blasted master the rest of the summer.” Lukas nervously giggled with his feminine vocal cords. “I’m surprised I remembered that. Do you, Daniel?”

“Well, of course,” said Daniel, obviously stunned. “This is just very fucking surreal.”

“So do you believe me?” asked Lukas, eyes shut in terror of hearing something he didn’t want to hear.

Daniel retorted with an uncertain chuckle. “I’ll believe just about anything right now. What do you need help with?”

“You’re a veterinarian in training. I need you to come here and help me with something important.” Lukas felt the unease arise in his stomach again. Was it hunger? Anger? Something even worse? He decided to go with hunger. “And could you please bring me some McDonald’s, please? I haven’t eaten anything today and I’ll promise to pay you back.”

“Come again? Why do you need a veterinarian?”

“I’ll explain it when you get here. Please just do it for me. I really need this.”

“And get you McDonald’s, dude? I just got back from my classes and the gym. I'm dead tired.” Daniel added a dramatic yawn.

“Come on. I’m in a bad place right now.”

Daniel sighed into the phone. "If you say so. One last question, though.”

“Yes?”

“Do I call you a man or a woman now because of what’s going on with you?”

“A man,” said Lukas with an angry edge to his voice. “And don’t you forget it, please and thank you. See you later.”

"Okay!” retorted Daniel as if taken back. “Goodbye.”

"Seeya later."

Daniel hung up his phone. 

Lukas felt regretful for snapping on his only best friend, so he dropped his smartphone on the table before making his head follow it. “I’ve made a massive mistake,” he murmured into the hardwood surface.

An hour or two passed before Lukas heard the knocking on his door. It was time to unleash his new form upon his unsuspecting friend. On trembling padded feet, Lukas got up from his kitchen table chair, staggered over to his door, and exhaled like an elephant sat on his chest.

The knocking persisted. “Come on, Lukas,” said Daniel through the door. “I already called you like an hour ago. What’s taking so long?”

“Just give me a few seconds,” said Lukas in a tight voice. “You…might not like what you’re going to see.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled, obviously impatient.

Lukas opened the door, unleashing his sight on Daniel.

His jaw dropped slack, eyes widening behind thick glasses. Lukas expected Daniel to either attack him out of sheer terror or run hollering down the hallway. The promised bag of fast food hung tight in his hand, emitting a delicious scent that made Lukas want to snatch it. But considering the confusion on Daniel’s face, that was likely to be an unwise choice of movement.

Their eyes pierced each other in a mutual sense of apprehension.

Slowly, Daniel opened his mouth and whispered, “Lukas?”

“It’s me, Daniel,” said Lukas, fidgeting his hands like a nervous child. “It’s me.”

“I see. That, uh, costume must have been very expensive. Don't know how you afforded it, though.”

Lukas sighed as their tension melted. “No, you dumbass,” he said, one hand on his face. “This is my body. My real body.”

“Of course it is,” Daniel said, rolling his eyes. “So, are we going to eat in the hall or in there?” 

Lukas moved his bulk to let Daniel into the apartment. Once he closed the door behind him, they both walked to the table and sat down, ready to eat.

Lukas crossed his legs, still surprised at the void between them. “So what did you get me?”

Daniel handed Lukas a greasy wrapped sandwich and a large carton of fries. “Crispy chicken sandwich and fries for you,” he took out the rest, “And a Big Mac and fries for me.”

Lukas struggled to speak as his mouth salivated. “Oh god,” he murmured. “You have no idea how much this means to me right now. I’m serious, this feels like a lifesaver. I haven’t eaten anything since the change.”

Daniel nodded and ate a small handful of fries. “Change? Sure. Just don’t stiff me on paying back and we’ll be cool.”

Lukas ravenously descended on his meal. He tore and shredded into it with dagger-like teeth.

“Goddamn!” remarked Daniel. “Go easy on that before you choke on it.”

Lukas sat back on the wooden chair. It creaked in response to his weight. “Worry about yourself,” he said with a dismissive smirk. Lukas looked wide-eyed at his meal, surprised to see not much of it was left.

“If I did, you wouldn’t be eating that right now, would you?” Daniel shot back his own smirk. “But let’s be real for a minute. What is this? The whole costume thing. I didn't know you were into…that."

Lukas slumped his narrow shoulders. “It’s not a costume. How do I prove this simple fact to you?”

“Can I touch you?” The question gained a glare from Lukas. “Not in weird way. I’m not into that - whatever you’re into now.”

Lukas put one of his furred hands out. The red nails glittered like rubies under the lamp. “Go ahead.”

Daniel huffed a burst of air through his nostrils. “Nice paintjob,” he commented before reaching for Lukas’ hand. He handled it gently like it would crumble, sampling and groping at the soft fur and rough hand pads. “It’s warm?”

“Because it’s flesh, you idiot, my flesh.” Lukas found himself glad fur covered his face, hiding the blushing that was underneath. The impromptu hand massage Daniel gave him made the unease building in Lukas’s lower stomach grow sharper for a moment.

Just as Daniel began pulling his hand away, Lukas stopped him. For some reason, Lukas didn’t want the touching to end so quickly. He needed it. “I didn’t tell you to stop yet.” A deep, clandestine blush sat under his face’s fur. “Like I told you, my hand is real. It’s not a prosthetic. It’s not porcelain. It’s real flesh.”

“I heard you the first time,” whined Daniel. He continued to massage Lukas’ cool fur, sharp nails, and warming palms. “Jeez, you okay, man? Your palms are burning up like crazy.”

“Yes!” blurted out Lukas as he pulled his hand away. “I’m just fine.” Lukas felt his heart throb madly in his chest.

“If you say so.” Daniel shrugged. “I guess this brings up a more pressing issue. What are you going to do now with this new body?”

Lukas grabbed his face, mind blanking in despair. “I have no fucking clue,” he answered frankly. “I can’t go back to my job like this. I can’t go to the supermarket like this. I can’t even go outside like this. My life is completely over, Jesus Christ, it really is.”

Daniel offered a polite smile. “It’s not over until you’re in the ground. Also, to be completely honest here, this new form is looking much better than your previous one.”

Lukas casted an evil eye at Daniel. Love it or hate it, Daniel was a man of sheer honesty and grim optimism in the face of hopelessness. He probably gained that skill from dealing with dozens of terminally ill pets and their owners. “Go to hell,” Lukas mumbled, half meaning it. “What do you mean I look much better now? I’m a six foot something skunk girl. I’m not even human anymore, I’m like a cartoon character!”

The self-observation caused Daniel to stifle laughter. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, “But as weird and unsettling some animals are, you were lucky enough not to look like a total monster. You and I both knew you were never the healthiest or tallest growing up. But now? You’re a goddamn amazon, dude. You have the build and shiny coat of purebred stallion. Sorry for comparing you to an animal, but it's true in a good way.”

Tears pooled in Lukas’ eyes. “That means so much to me that words can barely explain it. But you forgot one thing.”

“That is?” Daniel asked before finishing the last of his fries.

“What if the government takes me away and takes out all my organs?” Lukas asked. “This body isn’t as great as you think it is, but I’d rather it not end up on a steel table.”

“It won’t happen,” Daniel suggested. “That’s all dramatic movie bullshit. The CDC would probably lock this entire apartment down, take you out of here and test you to make sure you aren’t full of horrible diseases, and then keep you imprisoned for a little bit. Cutting you open to scoop the gooey bits out would be counterproductive to effective research.”

“What!? Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Lukas was shouting by now, his eyes wide with terror. The sudden fear pushed the sensation in Lukas’ lower stomach away for a bit.

“Calm down please. Also, not really, but I promise you that you won’t get killed. That should be seen as a plus.”

“A plus? Plus my fuzzy ass. CDC, FBI, or even the FDA, there’s no way to avoid the fact that my life is ruined.” Lukas placed their resigned head down on the table. “Great. Now I’m even more depressed,” he mumbled into the table. Lukas felt something touch his shoulder. He looked up to see Daniel’s bespectacled, smiling face.

“I get that,” he said. “But I know something that might cheer you up for at least a little.”

“That is?”

Daniel went to his backpack he threw under the kitchen table and unzipped it. He came back holding a copy of Sword Blitz Six, a Japanese fighting game. “How is this as an antidepressant?” He presented the game to Lukas like it was made of solid gold.

Lukas held his hands over his mouth, excitedly bouncing up and down in a seat too small for him. He hoped the motions didn’t make him look too girly to Daniel. With jittery, clawed fingers, Lukas snatched the game from his friend. “How did you even get this? It doesn’t even have an American release date!”

“Easy,” quipped Daniel. “I had some spare money around and was browsing this weird Japanese auction site. Swooped in and practically stole it from some poor dude’s hands.”

“You of all people have spare money laying around? You’re a veterinarian in training.” Lukas laughed, expecting a dumb answer.

“Not exactly spare,” admitted Daniel. He scratched the back of his head, a classic tic he always displayed when nervous or embarrassed. “But savings accounts do count as spare money, right?”

Lukas shook his head. “Wow. As long as I’ve known you, you have been the smartest dumbass in my life. Thanks for not changing despite me becoming a giant skunk girl.”

“I try my hardest.” Daniel grinned. “At least my dumbass antics made you smile again.”

He was absolutely correct. From the moment Daniel pulled out that game, Lukas allowed a big, goofy smile to grow across his face. Never before in Lukas’ life did he want to kiss a man until now. Maybe if I just pecked his left cheek in gratitude that wouldn’t be weird, he thought. Lukas felt uncomfortable yet allured by the idea. Instead, he decided to downscale the display of affection with a tight hug.

“Bring it in, you silly bastard.” Lukas held his long arms out, waiting for Daniel to reciprocate the gesture.

“Try not to spray me down, you oversized skunk.” Daniel went into Lukas' arms and hugged him close.

As Daniel pulled away, Lukas deeply inhaled the scent of his friend’s neck. The smell of dried sweat was thick as it was deeply intoxicating. It made the heat in his stomach that disappeared flare back with vengeance. Lukas quickly willed the feeling back down, but a physical sensation of wetness remained between his crotch. The moistness only grew as disturbingly lurid visions of Daniel using his strength to force Lukas against the table and fuck him, willing or not, crept into his mind. In response to the sights, Lukas’ eyes glazed in delight.

“Lukas?”

Lukas blinked – hard. How long did the visions occupy his mind? That didn’t matter, he needed to look focused on the moment right now. “Sorry about zoning out, I was just thinking about how badly I'm going to kick your ass at Sword Blitz 6.” Lukas stood up, easily towering over Daniel. He leaned over with a smug look on his face. “Huh?”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I bet those claws can’t even hold a controller worth shit.”

“Let’s test that theory out.” With a seductive strut, Lukas walked over to his open living room and sat down on his old, but reliable couch. “Would you kindly turn on the console and insert the game before you sit down?” Lukas crossed his legs and hoped they made his thighs looked thicker. Disgusting and weird as this body made him feel, he knew it wanted something primal and definitely sexual from Daniel.

“Sure thing.” 

Once the task was done, Daniel sat next to Lukas, legs spread wide and lazy while his fingers excitedly danced over his controller.

What Lukas hoped Daniel didn’t notice was when he inched closer, eyes watching his friend’s crotch for any sign of interest.

They played until the black sky outside turned to a soft blue. Still, their dry eyes remained glued to Lukas’s modest television the entire night. Back and forth, they competed in endless contests, like who was able to break the most combos or get hit the least. To Daniel’s annoyance, Lukas proved that his feminine claws could still handle a controller and excellently at that. 

Throughout the night, Daniel “accidently” bumped into Lukas and claimed innocence. When Lukas bumped back into him just as “accidentally” as his friend claimed, he noticed Daniel’s eyes lingered on him with a side eye. Perhaps Daniel’s eyes simply looked at Lukas’s hands to see his disruptive actions in effect. Or perhaps his eyes gazed at Lukas’ heavy chest that shook with each bump. Either way, the back and forth physical contact had Lukas tingling delightfully on the inside.

With the help of the gaming, its constant stimulation and excitement of made both of them sweat like they were cold glasses in summer heat. This was helped little by Lukas’ weak air conditioner and hot breath exhaled by the game console. Daniel remedied his suffering by removing his shirt while Lukas opted for a thin, oversized tank top. After the clothing change, Daniel checked his smartphone and immediately screamed.

He jumped up with the phone still in his hand. “It’s seven o’clock in the fucking morning!”

Lukas was taken aback. “What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Daniel echoed, holding his head. “I’ve been up all night playing videos games when I had classes in the morning. I have two hours before classes start. Two hours!” He raised and shook two fingers for emphasis.

“Sounds like an unfortunate personal failing to me.”

“Don’t be a smart ass.” Daniel plopped back down on the couch like an imprudent child. “I have a test coming up on Friday. I can’t afford to miss any classes.”

Lukas watched Daniel’s chest rise and fall in quick, anxious motions. The pectoral muscles looked like Daniel wasn’t lying about his gym visits. “You’re not good to drive, but you can sleep here if you want. I’d rather you miss a few classes then drive into a tree.”

Daniel sneered at Lukas. “Says you. I have fantastic hand-eye-coordination.”

“Me kicking your ass up and down the street at Sword Blitz Six proves that answer false.”

Despite already being hot, angry, and nervous, Daniel’s face somehow managed to get even redder. “Go to hell.”

“Look at my body, you sore loser. I’m halfway there.” Lukas reached over and grabbed Daniel’s knee. “Seriously, stay here. Sleep and worry about college stuff later.”

“Fine.” Daniel crossed his arms in defeat. He glanced at Luka’s hand still lingering on his knee. “What now? You already talked me out of going to my classes today. Any other advice to ruin my future, my so-called friend?”

“I have another request.” Lukas’ voice was low and vulnerable. “Could you stop calling me a man from now own? I’m not a guy anymore and I have to get used to this body....somehow, so you know…”

Daniel nodded. His mouth was a serious line. “I’ll probably slip up from time to time, but I can easily do that for you. What about the name? I can’t recall many skunk girls named Lukas.”

“I came up with one while we were playing all night.”

“Yeah?”

“Lulu. It’s a nice throwback to Lukas.”

“You say throwback, I say shit creativity.”

Lulu playfully jabbed Daniel in the shoulder. “God, you’re such an asshole.”

“Ouch! You should know that your punches hurt more than you think they do.”

Lulu rubbed the spot she jabbed. “Quit whining, you’ll live. Trust me, I know real pain.”

After she finished massaging Daniel’s shoulder more than needed, Lulu leaned back to admire him in all his sweaty, exhausted beauty. Weak sunlight filtered into the apartment, making his brown hair look golden and hazel eyes amber. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Daniel asked.

A second sensation grew alongside the now pleasant, tingling heat inside Lulu’s vagina: Complete and utter desire.

She needed to have Daniel fill her womb with his seed, or she would go mad, tortured by unrequited lust. Lulu reached out and stroked his smooth, boyish face. His mouth hung slightly ajar in either surprise or fear. His deliciously full lips begged to be kissed – and Lulu obliged with one fluid lunge. The soft contact felt as if sparks erupted from that one delirious, half-thought through action. Lulu locked eyes with Daniel and awaited a response. Her heart thumped so fast she felt dizzy.

“Did you….” Daniel touched the phantom kiss that lingered on his lips. “Kiss me…?”

Lulu let her actions speak louder than words she couldn’t even find. She lunged towards Daniel again, this time using her superior bulk to pin him roughly to the couch. As she forced her tongue down into his unwilling mouth, her breasts smashed again Daniel’s bare chest. Even as their sweaty bodies clashed, Lulu’s nipples grew erect and sensitive as if cold water doused them.

Daniel moved his mouth away from Lulu’s, many clear strings of saliva connecting their moist lips. Lulu interpreted that as a hint to work on his neck and did so, nibbling and licking at his skin rich with sweat. In between soft moans, he murmured, “Stop.” After realizing that wasn’t working, he screamed, voice edged with panic. “Lulu, STOP!”

She instantly drew back, breath ragged and eyes wild with a predatory lust. Daniel fearfully returned the gaze. “Daniel,” she panted, “You don’t understand. I need this.”

“Need what!?” He shirked mere inches from Lulu’s face. “This isn’t like you. You’re my friend, Luk-lulu. This is fucked!”

Lulu placed a firm hand to his trembling chest and felt a similar heartbeat to her own. Thump, thump, thump – faster than she could believe. Her heart seemed to pump solely for him in this moment, yet his pumped only to waste time he could’ve spent filling her with virile semen. If Daniel wasn’t such prime breeding material, that would’ve made her angry. Instead, it only made her wetter – much wetter to the point where thin, slippery arousal fluids ran between her thick thighs. What’s fucking without a little foreplay, Lulu thought. “I need you to fuck me silly and pregnant.”

“W-what?” Daniel looked paralyzed with fear and confusion.

“If you don’t take the initiative, I will.” And she did. Lulu unzipped Daniel’s shorts, unleashing his entrapped penis with ease. It appeared painfully stiff and red with fresh blood. Every few seconds, it throbbed, starved for pleasure and attention. “Feel that? You want this, too.”

As Daniel opened his mouth to futilely protest again, Lulu silenced him with her plumps lips and invasive tongue. One of her hands rubbed his boiling chest while the other stroked his needy cock. Daniel attempted to remove her stalwart grip, but stopped a few seconds later. Lulu smiled as she kissed Daniel compliant. That’s it, she thought. Stop fighting and we’ll both enjoy this, sweetheart.

“Lulu,” groaned Daniel as several kisses were planted against his throat. “I thought you said you hated your body, why are you doing this?” His body writhed as Lulu stroked him until he was harder than iron. A generous stream of precum helped make the job pleasurable for both parties.

She giggled into the side of Daniel’s neck. “I guess love conquers hate.” She moved her mouth to his left ear and whispered, “I saw how you were eye-fucking me all of last night. How does actually fucking me sound? You won’t believe how wet I am for you.”

“…You are?”

Lulu brought one of Daniel’s hands to her honeypot and effortlessly dipped the two fingers in, her breath hitching as she did so. She moved the fingers to his mouth, watching him suckle his fingers with steady, deliberate slowness. Lulu tilted her head. “How was the taste?”

“Amazing! It’s so sweet and light, it’s like syrup.”

“That’s good to hear, because it’s all for you now” Lulu got off of Daniel and moved a coffee table in front of the television lengthwise. She laid her back on it and spread her legs deliciously wide. “Have a bigger taste.” Lulu winked at Daniel.

As if praying for a miracle, Daniel rushed to his knees and immediately began to eat out Lulu, his hands pushing the legs even wider. He swirled his deft tongue in tight circles around the furred slit. His saliva mixed with the fluids until they were indistinguishable from one another. Lulu writhed the way she made him writhe from the handjob. To glut herself on even more pleasure, she reached with her hands and forced him deeper into her sweetness by pulling on his head.

In a desperate bid to escape the near suffocating thunder thighs, Daniel jabbed his tongue against her clit over and over like a dagger. Lulu’s thighs quivered as she screamed in ecstasy, her back arching. Her trembling hands lost their steely grip on Daniel’s head. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” she chanted in between husky breaths. She looked down to see that Daniel had stopped. He had a glazed look in his eyes to go along with the sticky glaze about his mouth.

“Did I do something wrong, Lulu?” He wiped his mouth relatively clean.

“Not at all,” she exhaled. “You actually did that too well in my opinion.”

Daniel flashed a quick smile. “Maybe you should let me breathe the next time so that doesn’t happen.”

“Shut up,” Lulu raised her arms. “And help me get out of this stupid tank-top.”

“Gladly.” He got off his knees and easily slipped the top off her. His eyes lingered on her ponderous mounds with erect nipples. “That feel better?”

“Like you took off a second pair of skin.” Lulu pressed her boobs together and apart. She wanted to reward Daniel with a show for the job well done eating her pussy. “They were roasting in that.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Your fur’s all matted and wet like a stray dog caught in the rain. To be honest, it’s actually really gross.”

Lulu teased one of her pink nipples and smirked. “Does this look gross? How about you help clean me off then.”

“Hell no,” said Daniel “I’ve already licked enough sweaty fur today. I don’t want to spit up hairballs.”

“Why so skittish now?” asked Lulu, laughing. “You’ve never eaten a skunk girl out before but now you’re chickening out? Damn, you’re weak sauce, Daniel.”

“Enough of this bullshit back and forth.” Daniel grabbed one of Lulu’s hands and forced her to stand up. “Holy shit! You just aren’t ridiculous, you’re ridiculously tall, too. I don’t know how I didn’t realize that.”

Lulu stood at least a foot and some inches taller than Daniel, who only stood about five foot inches tall himself. She thought her friend looked adorable as she literally and metaphorically looked down on him. “I’m up! I’m up! What do you want, little man?”

Daniel huffed air out of his nose at that quip. “Forget me ‘cleaning’ your sweaty chest and any more foreplay. Let’s go to your shower and clean-up there.” The way Daniel said clean-up revived a flutter in Lulu’s barely sated vagina.

Lulu pecked a kiss on Daniel’s forehead. “Nice to see you finally taking charge,” she said. “I’d love to clean-up with you.”

Hand in hand, the couple walked to the bathroom.

Under a torrent of lukewarm water, Lulu and Daniel stood in the modest-sized shower, their bodies entwined in a loose grip. Daniel acted as the little spoon while Lulu took the appropriate role of big spoon. She rubbed his chest down with soap and tender, yet shaky hands.

“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this,” she said through chattering teeth. “This water is freezing cold.”

“This is not that bad, you giant baby. Cold showers during the summer just make sense, ya know?”

“Daniel,” she said firmly. “If this makes sense to you, I will begin to seriously insult your intelligence.”

“Funny you mention that. Did you know the brain functions better at lower temperatures? But considering all the rambling you’re doing, I’m guessing the research needs work.”

Lulu bumped her chest into Daniel’s back. “Smartass!”

“And proud,” he shot back after regaining his balance. “I think you’ve done a good enough job washing me up. Your turn?”

“I’d appreciate that.” As they awkwardly switched places in the shower, Lulu became excited with lust. She just didn’t like Daniel’s hands, she craved them. Unlike most of his masculine body, the hands were androgynous, as the fingers were long and nimble, but contained alarming amounts of grip strength. The perfect pair of hands for dealing with animals. Lulu giggled at the irony.

“What are you laughing about?”

“A funny joke I remembered.” Lulu handed him the bar of soap. “I hope I don’t shed on that.” Cold as the water was, it still felt nice running down her long, silky back.

“I hope so.” Daniel began to lather Lulu’s fur, starting at the shoulders before going to her chest. He worked with diligence and care, but obviously savored the massive boobs available to him. “How am I doing so far?”

“Wonderfully.” Lulu looked down. Her wet, dripping tits covered in soapsuds looked beyond amazing. She had no idea how she hated this body in the first place. What she assumed to be a prison of flesh turned out to be an endless orchard of delights. But what value does an orchard have when shared with nobody else? “Daniel?”

“Huh?”

“Could you…play with my nipples, please?”

Daniel smiled. “No problem.” Immediately, Daniel tweaked and plucked at the nipples like dials that controlled Lulu’s seemingly endless arousal. “I would use my mouth, but you know, soap.”

“That’s – ha – fine,” she said in a quivering voice. The cold water made her nipples more sensitive than she felt possible. Even between Daniel’s warm, dexterous fingers, they remained hard as could be. His pinching and plucking drove her wild, but it still wasn’t enough for Lulu, so she grabbed Daniel’s hands to stop him.

Daniel gave her a quizzical look. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that this isn’t enough. I’ll need a little more than your hands to get satisfied…” Lulu looked down to see Daniel’s cock stirring to life. In response, A naughty smile grew on her face. "Let me wash off this soap on my chest real quick and then we can have some fun." After she turned around, Daniel grabbed her hefty hips. His fingers broke through the fur layer to meet skin. "Impatience as always."

"Whatever, just put your hands up against the wall. I'll try to be gentle. Also, could you turn off the water? It's killing my boner."

Lulu did as told, feeling deliciously submissive. She was glad her entire body was soaked, or she would've gotten embarrassed at the amount of lubrication running down her inner thighs. Lulu looked back and asked, "Well? What's taking you so-"

In one swift motion, Daniel slipped into Lulu's almost too-slick pussy, causing her yelp in pleasure. "I can't believe this," he said. "It's so...nice." Lulu would've said the same if she had a clear enough mind to say so.

He wasn’t just in her, he was balls deep judging by the warm sensation against her opening. Daniel’s cock felt big and meaty in her already large hand, but inside? It felt gigantic, as if it grew five more inches in an instant. "Dan..." she mumbled, not even able to say his entire name.

Daniel drew his hips back only to push forward, fully hilting himself inside of Lulu's yielding twat. He repeated the motion again and again until he established a brisk, g-spot tickling pace. Soon, his hips pistoned like a fine machine designed solely for rutting. He stirred her folds like his cock searched for something hidden deep in them.

Not even the supple fat that cushioned Lulu's thick sides protected her from Daniel’s grip. She knew he was in the throes of pleasure, but did he really need to handle her like that? Luckily, the angry thought only remained for a few seconds because the way Daniel worked her insides was like magic. Lulu always remembered Daniel as an absolute geek, but in this passionate moment, he fucked like a mad bull.

"Lulu," he said, grunting, "You're so hot."

"I-I know that, just keeping fucking me - please!"

Daniel ramped up the already frenzied pace until his hips crashed into Lulu over and over. He started huffing from sheer exertion. "You’re insatiable." One of his hands went to Lulu’s stomach, and kneaded it like smooth dough. Lulu gasped, she had no idea that part of her was so sensitive.

Lulu followed Daniel’s lead, adding her own huffs of pleasure. They both breathed as if they were running a marathon. Lulu's furred haunches did an excellent job muffling Daniel’s thrusting, but the sounds of their voices echoed sharp and clear in the small bathroom. This was a lot more fun that playing video games all night, Lulu smiled at the funny thought.

"Oh my god!" cried Daniel. "I'm cumming!" He bent forward and hugged Lulu’s muscular paunch, raggedly breathing into the silky fur on her neck.

This was it. This is what this new body was meant for, thought Lulu. The sensation of Daniel rutting into her was too much, and she saw everything glow with a perfect, almost divine light. Her vagina violently shook and contracted in orgasmic delight. While being hardly aware it happened, Daniel exploded within her, coating the insides in hot semen that only added to her pleasure. Lulu stood on shaky legs, her clawed hands against the tiled wall as she rode the slowly fading orgasm she knew would make her sore in the morning.

Daniel still held tight while Lulu hoped he enjoyed the sound of her heart like a beating drum through her back. Eventually, the pair fell apart to relax on opposite sides of the small bathtub, both their knees raised high in the air.

Daniel wiped sweat off his forehead. "That was fucking awesome."

Lulu opened her legs to show Daniel his oozing handiwork. "I can agree with that."

"Wow, that's a lot of cum. I must've been super pent up." Daniel looked worried for a bit. "What if you get pregnant from that? I don't know if I would make a very good dad. The only thing I've looked after is a box turtle."

Lulu shrugged. "I don't even know if I have a uterus. But whatever happens, happens, I guess."

"I can get behind that."

"You sure do love getting behind things, huh?" Lulu used her wet feet to play footsie with Daniel.

"Come on now," he said, laughing in spite of his exhaustion. "Grow up."

"Grow up how? I'm already bigger and stronger than you."

"Bigger? Yeah. Stronger? Prove it."

"I'm too tired to prove it, but I have a better idea. Come over here and cuddle me, pretty please."

"I'd love to, but you're sitting in a pile of semen."

Lulu grinned. "A pile of your semen, idiot, so quit whining and get over here."

"Fine, fine." Daniel slid over into Lulu's strong arms fit for a guardian. "Your fur smells wonderful."

"Thanks." Lulu closed her eyes and tilted her head at the ceiling. "I gave up a long time ago, but a cigarette sounds heavenly right now."

"You're telling me."

"American Spirit?"

"American Spirit."

They sat in silence for a long time, simply enjoying each other's presence until Daniel decide to gently break it. "I think I love you, Lulu."

Lulu gently stroked Daniel's head. "Don't worry, I called it a long time ago."

"Oh."

After a few more tranquil minutes passed, the couple fell into a pleasant sleep, holding each other's hands.