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"Jesse is paralyzed!"

He lost control over his body immediately. His fingers uncurled from around Beth's nubile wolf-woman form. His fearsome jaws went slack, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a dog after a long walk. All the tension in his arms, back, abs, legs, even his tail, vanished completely. With his cock still hilted inside of Beth, he felt himself fall backward to slam heavily into the leaf-littered dirt.

Jesse's mind was still coming down from the impossibly pleasurable heights of his body's alpha male orgasm. He didn't understand what was happening. He couldn't see how Natasha was able to command the simulation that Project Universe had produced. His nearly foot-long, wolf girth was still dribbling semen. Jesse could feel the viscous fluid seeping out of Beth's vagina and down his thickly-furred thighs, but found that he could not control his eye movements. He was stuck gazing into the bright green canopy of the deciduous forest all around him.

After a moment, he felt Beth struggle to push herself off of his length, but for whatever reason, she could not. Jesse heard her growl softly in frustration.

Natasha shouted again. "My bindings do not exist!"

A moment later, she strode through the leaves past him. Her eyes fixed him with the same self-righteousness that he had felt not too long ago. She took her time in approaching the microphone. Jesse couldn't help but admire this angle of her delicate Japanese body despite the circumstances. The tips of his sensitive ears began to feel warm. Then his broad, muscled chest.

"You got sloppy," Natasha said from outside of his field of view. Probably at the testing room console tower, positioning the microphone to her liking.

"You never properly reviewed your strategy and previous commands, as you would have if you were thinking like yourself. The power corrupted you. In a way, Project Universe was in control, not you, Jesse."

He couldn't breathe. That was it. That was the spreading warmth in his chest, the anxiety he was helpless to quell. Natasha had spoken his death sentence inadvertently, and now she was monologuing! The raw physical strength of his body was immense, but none of it mattered when he had no control over his muscles. He would suffocate and his brilliant colleague wouldn't even notice.

The icing on the cake was that he couldn't blink, either. His eyes were dry, burning like his huge lungs.

"I'd ask you if you recall where exactly you fumbled, but I know you cannot speak."

A beat of silence. "Wait, you can breathe, can't you?" Her face came into view over his snout, then she gasped. "Oh, damn!"

Her voice was more distant as she turned toward the microphone, but his ears easily caught every syllable. "Only my voice will affect the simulation. And Jesse is no longer paralyzed, but he cannot move from his current position."

Never before had Jesse been so grateful to Natasha as he gasped in a massive breath. Cool relief washed through him as he followed up with great inhalations and exhalations. Once he could think clearly again, he ran over Natasha's words in his head. Beth tried and failed, again, to remove herself from his member. Jesse ignored her. She was unimportant at the moment. Just a board member turned sex toy.

Natasha spoke again from the console. Her tone was only marginally changed, despite having almost killed him. Probably, she was putting on a performance to make herself seem more confident than she felt. Or, she really didn't care. Jesse was able to turn his neck to watch her speak.

"You never specified that only you could issue commands to the simulation. All you said, at step two, was that only you could _terminate_the simulation. Now I am in control of the simulation. And it's going to stay that way, Jesse, so give up any thoughts of resisting me."

"I see that now, thank you very much," he rumbled. "But you should not have interfered. I fully intended to reverse everything I had done. Everything would have been returned to normality. Once I had...you know." Suddenly he felt embarrassed, lying nude in the body of a fictitious creature trapped in coitus with another.

She's right._Jesse cursed his error._I was so careless! I could have spent an hour writing up logic trees to prevent any loopholes. I was hasty. Now she's going to have retribution. I suppose she's earned it. She ignored the bizarre happenings around her to focus on seizing an advantage for herself. Natasha is one remarkable woman.

"You're a monster," Natasha said slowly. As if pondering. "Not just physically. You really showed the worst of humanity in what you've done, when every man and woman on the staff of Project Universe should be an exemplary individual. You absolutely deserve punishment. Psychological counseling, too."

Jesse rumbled, finding himself in agreement. The vigor of sex and rush of power he'd experienced were fast draining away.

Beth spoke up, sending vibrations through his still-swollen cock. "He's a twisted, fucked up man, Doctor. I'm a fucking...wolf thing. And a woman, thanks to him. Not to mention that he fucked with my head, made me want him. Sick, absolutely sick. Please, get us out of this. Put things back to normal. I can't stand another second on this guy's dick."

You weren't hating it so much a minute ago, thought Jesse. Gallows humor. Beth was correct. Or whatever her -his- name actually was. He was doomed.

Natasha put her lips to the microphone, opened her mouth. Then closed it again. Her thighs pressed together nervously.

She's trying to find the perfect commands to use. My memory will probably be wiped any second. Goodbye, world. It was a wild ride.

His colleague opened her mouth again, began to say a word, then closed it again. She glanced down at him. Her eyes went to his crotch. Where Beth sat on his enormous member. And Jesse understood.

A thrill swept through him, the rate of his great breaths increasing once more. He inhaled deeply, then let out the deepest, most sexual growl he could muster. Natasha's eyes flitted to his face. He raised his furry brows suggestively, and let his long tongue lick his chops.

Natasha whirled back to face the microphone, her glossy black hair swooshing out behind her. "Jesse is back in his normal body!"

"No!" He couldn't help but cry out; he liked being a huge, ripped wolf-man! His well-defined muscles deflated, evidence of flab returning. The gray and white coat of fur receded into skin that returned to its normal, Caucasian hue. Claws flattened out. Ears drooped and collapsed. Snout receded, teeth dulled, tongue thickened. The morphology of his hands and feet shifted until they were human. Everywhere, his proportions lengthened or shortened, grew or shrank. Mostly shrank. His tail was reabsorbed into his tailbone. With a squelching sound and small deluge, his wolf penis popped free of Beth's slit as it returned to its laughable human size.

Jesse lamented the severing of his connection to the forest. He didn't belong here anymore. It felt wrong. He couldn't smell the smells, couldn't hear the variety of life all around nearly as well as a human. He felt like a fragile, civilized human being. Because that is exactly what he was.

He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him. Natasha's command was absolute. The effects of the simulation could not be denied. They were as real as anything else in the universe.

The wolf-woman scrambled off of him, stepping onto the crinkling autumn leaves, and Jesse was surprised at how much she'd weighed on him. He'd never noticed in his previous form. As soon as she was off of him, however, the world seemed to tense with anticipation. The leaves shriveled into nothingness. The tree branches retreated into the trunks, already somehow bereft of their healthy green leaves. The trunks shrank at an alarming rate even as the contour of the ground flattened. The forest sounds vanished. The light changed. And all was still again. The facility had reverted to its true appearance, due to Jesse's intercourse concluding he surmised. Jesse, Natasha, Beth, and the bound, blindfolded, and earplugged board members and Benjamin were back in the three-walled white testing room.

After Natasha had recovered from the sudden change, she said, "Fine. You're right. I admit it. You were quite attractive in that form. Why shouldn't I be tantalized? Some part of every healthy woman craves submission to the masculine. And most of us enjoy sex as much as any man. It's perfectly natural."

Jesse felt his hope returning, but it was mixed with uncertainty. Did he truly want to engage in more of his vile sexual fantasies? Did he really want to have control returned to him? Or, did he deserve swift punishment? Perhaps it was better for Natasha to immediately revert everything and compel him to terminate the simulation. Still, being that sex-charged beast was extraordinary. And to do it with Natasha? The experience was one he'd imagined more than once in the privacy of his home.

"Don't do this," said Beth in her not-quite-human voice. "Don't fucking do this. You're doing exactly what he did!"

"I won't make an error like he did," Natasha countered. "I will heed my own advice by reviewing my strategy and recalling all previous commands. Please, neither of you say anything for a moment. This is delicate work."

The more perverse part of Jesse was winning out. He wanted to encourage her. To make her give in. To do that, he needed to give her incentive.

"Natasha, you can't trust Beth. She's desperate for this to end. She's short-sighted. You need to gag her. And blindfold her, just--"

"Quiet, please!" Natasha said. And as Jesse hoped, she followed it up with a command into the microphone.

"Everyone in this room except for me is, for now, bound like the other board members, and firmly but comfortably gagged."

Jesse smiled until a strip of soft velvet materialized across his mouth, gagging him.

What felt like twenty minutes passed. For most of it, Natasha stood at the console, eyes closed, the fingers and thumb of one small hand pressed against her forehead, the other hand on her hip. Jesse recognized it as her typical posture for wrestling with a conundrum. For his part, Jesse passed the time reviewing all of the commands that were still 'active', imagining the feeling of Natasha transforming him back into a sexy alpha wolf, and trying to decide what he would do if he regained control of the situation.

Admittedly though, any hope he had was false hope. Natasha was at least as brilliant as he, and she'd been studying the debacle as it unfolded. She would not make the same mistakes he had. Especially after considering her next move for so long. Nevertheless, Jesse let his imagination run away with him for a few minutes. At long last,Natasha opened her eyes and spoke aloud to herself.

"There currently exist a few 'active' commands. Commands given are interpreted by intent. The simulation will not terminate unless Jesse commands it. The facility will change its appearance to match, um, Jesse's sexual partner. Only my voice will affect the simulation. And Jesse can't move from his present position. I'm fine with all of these, but I will now institute additional changes."

She spoke at a measured pace into the microphone. "The microphone is much more sensitive to sound, such that one does not need to stand in front of it or raise one's voice in order to input commands."

Jesse gave a thoughtful _hm_in response; that was a nice quality of life improvement.

"Commands will only be interpreted as such if preceded by the trigger word, 'Command'. Example - 'Command: This is a test command.'"

Another smart move.

"Command: Except for the gags, all of the blindfolds, earplugs, chains, and other forms of bindings in this room no longer exist."

The fabric of space-time bent around the objects in question as the simulation transformed their matter into chemical potential energy and invisibly siphoned it elsewhere. As they vanished, Jesse's gut told him that Natasha was about to follow that command up with one to safeguard her from anything the liberated board members or Benjamin might do. She wanted to maintain her control over the situation.

"Command: All of the people in this room except for Jesse and I are now in stasis, such that they cannot perceive any time passing."

Jesse watched as the two suits closest to him, still disoriented from being reintroduced so suddenly to light and sound, froze. Everyone was perfectly still. Unblinking. And none the wiser. All, save for Natasha and him. Though there were thirteen other people right beside them, they were alone. In other circumstances, this would have been a dream come true. Well, it probably still would be. The next few minutes would be an experience to remember. At least, until Natasha removed it from his memories after she'd had her fun.

Natasha sighed quietly as she stepped away from the microphone to examine her handiwork. Satisfied, she faced him, a playful smile forming.

"It's enticing, isn't it?" Jesse said, still trapped lying on the ground naked. His own excitement was growing. "Having so much power. You can do anything. So let's do it. 'Submit to the masculine', as you said. Make me the wolf again. Let me ravage your body."

Natasha laughed once. "Patience, Jesse. We have all the time in the world, remember? I, unlike you, have taken away the suffering of everyone else while I prepared to have my fun. But you. You're not deserving of any of my kindness. You're my slave. My 'boy toy', until I'm ready to release you."

"Command: Jesse cannot recall me giving this command, and believes his name has always been Slave."

"So let me live up to my name," said Slave. "Let me serve your pleasure. Why wait?"

For some reason, Natasha was laughing. At his eagerness? At his stiffening penis? He saw no reason for modesty, given the ridiculous circumstances and the impending sexual acts they were about to perform.

"This really is wonderful," Natasha said as her chuckles died down. "With all my precautions in place, I don't see why we should not begin. Sure. Tell me, Slave, are you ready to become a beast once more?"

"Yes," said Slave, now fully erect. He couldn't wait to watch it grow even further. "Yes! Say the words, Natasha!"

Natasha's smile never went away completely as she uttered her next commands. "Command: In Slave's next form, his normal human mind will be blended with his new bestial mind."

"What?!" cried Slave. "You can't--"

"Command: Slave's body is now transforming over a period of twenty seconds to become --"

"Take it back Natasha!"

Natasha raised her voice over his interruptions. "Forty percent human and sixty percent stallion, --"

"Wait!" said Slave, struggling to lift his body off the floor of the testing room. He couldn't move from where he lay no matter how hard he pushed and squirmed. He felt the simulation begin to morph his body.

"A very muscular and well-endowed stallion."

Though filled with trepidation, Slave recognized that he was helpless. The only upside was that his body and member would become huge again, as he'd wanted. A horse though?

Again, his muscles swelled with power, their outlines becoming visible underneath his skin. Skin that was sprouting a thin but dense layer of chestnut-colored horse hair. The hair around his wrists, hands, ankles, and feet was a contrasting pale white. His bony shoulder blades scooted along the ground as he grew in height. The sensation was painful until new muscle cushioned them.

Damn Natasha! That twisted bitch! She tricked me, led me on! Now I'm going to be a dumb animal. At least partially. Will I still know my own name? Will I be able to know what's happening around me? I can't enjoy this transformation with all the damn butterflies in my stomach!

He raised his hands to his face, watching as his ring fingers merged into his pinkies, and his middle fingers merged with his index fingers. His thumb thickened too, leaving him with three crude digits that each had hard brown nails. A growing nose bumped into his hands. His mouth moved farther from his eyes on the end of his growing muzzle, an alien sensation. He could see the folds of his new, larger nostrils moving in time to his frightened breaths.

"Natasha, please don't do this," he said, struggling somewhat with his transformed mouth and throat. "I don't want to be an animal in mind!" His voice deepened as he spoke. This time, that fact only scared him.

Natasha only shook her head as her eyes roved his face, his chest, his thighs and crotch.

Slave's toenails turned the same opaque white color as his fingernails, but then they rapidly extended upward through his toes, through his foot, all the way to his ankle. The shape contorted until there were only horse hooves at the ends of his legs. His tailbone tingled. Spreading his swelling thighs apart, he watched as a fine brown horse tail sprouted between them, tickling his scrotum.

Natasha. That bitch. Making me a horse-man. But isn't that good? I'm getting big and strong and it's like I wanted. Not a wolf though. No big deal. I'll get to fuck Natasha. I'll make it rough, too.

His whole body continued to grow as more individual changes progressed. Slave was suddenly aware of his ears and their taller shape once new nerves and muscles came into existence. They were so mobile! One of them was tickled at the base by more hair growing down his head and neck. Must have been his mane. Slave eyed his crotch again when he felt his testicles double, triple in size and weight. They felt heavy against his soft tail. Then his cock began darkening in color.

Now my cock. My cock getting big. My cock getting black. Weird shape. Horse cock. Gonna fuck...Natasha. Na-ta-sha. Na-ta-sha.

Natasha said something, and her clothes disappeared, revealing all of her skin and curves in detail. His hips thrust upward of their own accord with the strength of his arousal. A horse's whicker escaped his rubbery lips. Now his penis was over a foot long, black, almost two inches thick, and shaped like a stallion's. It was so tall that it listed to one side at the tip. And with that, he felt the movements and growth of his body come to a halt. He was done.

Done. Time to fuck? I want to fuck. So hard. So hard. I want to fuck. Hard. Fuck woman. Fuck woman!

Slave brought his muscled arms close and pressed his altered hands hard against the floor at his hips, but he could not move his rear from where it lay. He didn't understand. He wasn't moving. Frustrated, he whickered again. A droplet of translucent pre-cum appeared at the tip of his penis.

Fuck Na-ta-sha. Fuck Na-ta-sha!

***

Natasha eyed the anthropomorphic stallion lying on the white floor in front of her. He had a beautiful white stripe down his muzzle, and his thick mane matched his cute tail. Far more attractive, however, was his physique. His pects, his abs, his biceps, his calves, his thighs - everything was hunky as all hell. Not to mention his horse-cock.

Alright, so his form _was_a bit disconcerting. Was she really going to take _that_thing for a ride? Not only was it the penis of an animal, but he would hurt her without even trying. No way could she take all that inside her!

"Some more changes are in order," she murmured as Jesse - no, Slave - struggled on the ground like a dumb animal. After a minute of thought, she had her commands ready.

"Command: Slave can never hit me, bite me enough to injure, choke me, or otherwise physically harm me. Slave cannot interrupt me, talk over me, distract me, or otherwise inhibit me when I am giving or trying to give a command to the simulation."

She took a deep breath. "Slave is now able to move freely."

He seemed to recognize that he was free. Immediately, the stallion-man was scrambling to his hooves and striding over to her. Good god, he was huge! Seven feet tall at least. As muscled as he'd been as the ripped werewolf. She barely realized she was backpedaling until she tripped over something. She gasped in pain and glanced at what had tripped her: the shiny black shoe of one of the board members in stasis, sitting on the ground. Then, Slave was upon her.

Her thoughts raced. She'd been distracted by his sudden approach. By his intimidating size. What was the command she still had to give? Something to keep her safe. What was it?

One of Slave's large rough hands grabbed her around the waist and easily lifted her off the ground. She tried to resist by pushing against his hands, prying at his fingers. She really did. But Slave's grip was inexorable. This beast could do anything he wanted. He was absolutely huge, and absolutely ripped. He set his hooves apart and lifted her into position above his long black horse-cock. Natasha felt the warmth of his heavy breathing rustling the hair of her head as he looked down at her. What was the command? She couldn't think. All she could see was the six-pack of abs and the monstrous cock about to plunge into her vulnerable human folds. With his other hand, Slave easily spread her thighs apart with his thumb and one finger.

Then it came to her. But she wouldn't have time to spell it out exactly how she wanted it.

"Command: I'm suddenly an anthropomorphic fox with a vagina that can stretch to barely accommodate this penis!"

Slave guided her down onto his cock as a fluffy golden brown tail with a white tip shot out from behind her anus. His tip penetrated not vaginal lips covered by coarse, black pubic hair, but by downy white fur. Her legs lifted reflexively to give Slave easier access. Black paws scrabbled at the air as he continued sliding her small form onto his length. She grabbed at his thick neck for support, sparing only a fraction of a thought for the sensation of the pads of her dainty black hand-paws against Slave's coat of hair.

When the stallion finally hilted inside of her, Natasha's crotch was wide open with her thighs on either side of Slave's rock-hard abs. She raised her new snout and let out a sound that she'd never heard before. It was like a squeaking bark, with hints of a soft, human moan mixed in.

Never had she felt so good. Never had she swam in such a sea of pleasure. Her vagina was burning from the warmth of the stallion's rod deep within her. As he lifted her back up, the feeling of his hardness pressing against her walls had her yelping again. Her eyes were closed against the ecstasy of this animalistic sex.

Slave shoved himself back in, exhaling with a masculine grunt. Natasha's fox ears twitched with the sudden blast of air. When she inhaled on Slave's next withdrawal, she scented a stew of delightful smells. The unmistakable odor of horses. The musky scent of a stallion ready for sex. The pungent sweetness of the pre-cum soaking her walls. The smell of the hairspray she'd put on that morning before coming to work. A new smell, an oddly comforting smell of some wild animal. Fox, maybe? Her own arousal. The cold bite of snow. The woody undertone present in any forest. Wait - snow? Forest?

Opening her eyes, Natasha found that they were fucking on the snowy floor of another forest. A forest in winter. As opposed to the previous forest setting, this one's trees were spaced farther from one another and were different species, but it was still a forest. The bright orange fur covering most of her body stood in sharp contrast to the pure white snow all around. If Slave had the capacity to appreciate it, she knew he'd find her stunning colors all the more attractive.

There were so many other smells in the air and no time to think about them all. No time to care. Slave was plunging back into her. His groin slammed against hers, propelling her up an inch or two, but not enough to hurt. She was safe in his huge hand, anyways. He could have his way with her. All day. All night. Forever. She could make it so. She would make it so. Nothing could beat this.

One of her hands came down to explore her new form. Naturally it drifted to her most erogenous zones, as Slave continued pounding her vulpine slit with his stallion member. She felt the softness of her abdomen, the plain white fur of her belly. She squeezed her full breasts and the thin coat of fur there. They were as tender as ever. Her claw-tips found the fur behind her large ears, the thicker fur at her neck. Fleetingly, she longed for a loving caress from Slave on the side of her neck. But no, this was so much better. This feral mating could not be beaten by any sappy, romance-novel lovemaking. This is how she wanted it.

Next she explored Slave's body. Or more accurately, what little of it she could reach. Every few seconds, the overwhelming pleasure from her sex distracted her from what she was doing, but she wanted to know his body better. To appreciate the impossible wonder of his perfect physique. To enhance her own pleasure.

She pressed against the muscle around his navel. It was statuesque. Hard. She scratched her claws gently down his chest and was rewarded with another grunt and blast of air from his dilated nostrils. She tried to move her hand elsewhere, but was momentarily flustered by a few extra-vigorous thrusts by Slave. Then she brought her hand under her own thigh to find his big and heavy testicles. First she tickled them with her claw-tips. What felt like a shiver passed through Slave's tall, tall form, but he continued lifting her up and guiding her back down on his massive horse-cock. Next, she squeezed them ever-so-gently, and rolled them around in her grip.

When she fondled the base of his penis, Slave whinnied, he actually_whinnied_, and sped up his rhythm until he was fucking her like an unstoppable engine. Natasha gasped, trying to catch her breath with the fiery sensations assaulting her. She couldn't believe how deep he was getting. His tip had to be reaching almost to her lungs. If not for the alterations made by Project Universe, he surely would have torn her cervix and uterus apart with his prodigious member and immense strength.

Natasha's entire world was the heat between her legs, the rigid hardness filling and stretching her insides. She was making vulpine barks and yelps, and she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. No one was watching. Slave wouldn't care. Here there was no dignity. No social norms or expectations. Only sex. Pleasure. A male and a female coupling for pleasure.

Slave suddenly crouched slightly, his hooves shifting in the snow. His neck curled to lower his muzzle down into the crook of her neck, tickling her whiskers. His hot and fast breaths warmed the fur of her slim belly. Natasha pressed her more pointed muzzle against his, filling her black nose with his masculine scent. She wrapped her arm further around his neck while she squeezed and stroked Slave's long cheeks with her other hand.

Hot liquid abruptly blasted out of Slave's cock, coating her insides. Every contraction was like a hammer blow. Every squirt of horse semen was a fresh wash of pleasure. Natasha went rigid, thicker toes curling, throat clamped shut, every inch of her tensing against the blasts of Slave's semen. But she couldn't stop a strained little growl from escaping her. She felt her lips raising to bare her teeth to the world. Her tail was curled, the tip somewhere near the base of Slave's own tail. Her fingers grabbed and squeezed at any inch of Slave's body she could find. Her short claws dug in harmlessly.

His rhythm slowed. Natasha's sharp ears caught the sound of thick, hot semen striking the snow far below. The labored rhythm of his breathing relaxed, and Natasha allowed her own body to relax as well. The waves of fire sweeping through her mellowed to become a pleasantly warm glow. She was filled. She was satisfied.

The moment stretched longer. Natasha drank it in. A perfect, warm lull.

Slave pulled her away from his shaft, unloosing a cascade of blocked semen from her vagina as it slid out. He set her down in the snow, then stood there. Breathing heavily. Not saying a word. His eyes dull, barely moving.

The snow around her furry feet was chilly, but Natasha found that it was not uncomfortable. She admired the silent beauty of the forest setting, but then it began to revert to the facility she knew so well. The trees shrunk into nothingness. The snow melted into the white floors of the testing room. The smells and the chill were swept away by the effects of the simulation. A second later, Natasha, Slave, and the others in stasis were back in the testing room.

Natasha sighed, content. Of course, she would have to redo the experience. Or something similar. It had been far too enjoyable to not repeat.

"Hey, Slave," she said on a whim.

His eyes flicked to her for a mere second, before beginning to wander.

"Hey!"

He began slowly trudging around the room, his hoof-falls heavy against the floor. Ignoring her.

Natasha eyed his flagging, dripping member. "Slave, do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to reinvigorate you?"

He turned his muzzle toward her and spoke in a resonant voice. "Yes."

Taken aback by his response, she decided to test the apparent limits of his intelligence. "Slave, what's two plus two?"

His eyes began to wander again. "Four." Then he started walking out of the room.

"Command: the testing room has a fourth wall."

The air in front of Slave began to shimmer, then bleached in color to become an ordinary wooden white wall like the other three. She couldn't have him wandering off.

Slave stopped, seemed to consider, and began walking around the periphery of the small room.

Natasha put her fingers to her forehead. Interacting with Slave in his current state was painful. But before she initiated another wild sexual experience, she wanted to share the impressions she had. Talk to someone about it. She didn't want company, per se, but recovering for a moment and then doing the same thing felt like a lackluster course of action. It was time to restore Slave, however temporarily. He, of all the people in the room, would be most likely to understand how she was feeling.

"Command: Slave is restored to his normal state of mind."

The towering stallion-man froze, his eyes widening. He put his hands to his head. The ears atop his head were upright, an alarmed posture.

"Slave?" Natasha said.

Slowly, he fell into a crouch and hid his face with his hands. Guilt blossomed in Natasha's chest for what she'd done. Would it be most ethical to take away his self-awareness? Or to leave him alone for a while? No, she'd better talk to him.

"Slave...I, um. You were right. That was really, really, um, hot. I'd had my reservations when you first transformed Beth into a werewolf. But by the end of it, and certainly right now, I can see why you have that...that fetish."

She paused expectantly. Slave conceded a grunt after a moment but said no more.

"It was incredible. Us, in that forest. You have some very odd sexual preferences, but I suppose now I do too. Once you go stallion, you can't go back, right?"

Slave didn't even chuckle. Why had she expected him to? Damn but she felt bad.

"Slave, how...how do you feel about what happened?"

His hands came away, revealing a haunted expression on his muzzle. "I was a dumb animal, Natasha. You made me a dumb animal. I was completely helpless before my instincts. Any immediate urge I felt, well, that was my number one priority in life. Any stupid desire that popped into my head. I was absolutely single-minded. Do you know what I was just doing, when I was trying to walk out of this testing room?"

Natasha shook her head.

"Looking for food, Natasha. I was trying to find a way toward grass or hay or whatever the fuck I could find that might smell good. How do you think I feel about what happened?"

Natasha's cheeks felt warm beneath her fur, and her ears and tail drooped even further. Before she could say anything, Slave stood up and faced her fully.

"But. The sex, it was...incredible. Incomparable. I was totally immersed in sensation, in my primal urges. It's like nothing you can imagine. I was so present in the moment. No worries, no complications, not even thinking three seconds ahead. Action, reaction. Pure, basic pleasure. It was the ultimate meditation. The ultimate...simplicity. My mind has never _been_like that before."

"Interesting," said Natasha. "An alternate state of consciousness. Like, say, being sleep deprived to the point of hallucinations. Or being intoxicated. Or high on marijuana."

"Yes, that's right. A unique state of mind," said Slave in his deep voice. He walked closer to her. His hooves made _clop_sounds on each step. Natasha reminded herself that he could not harm her.

"So, overall good, or overall bad?"

Slave snorted, then chuckled in an embarrassed fashion. "Sorry. Can't believe I just snorted. Er, I'm conflicted. In and of itself, the experience was neither good nor bad. It simply was. I was nearly mindless. Looking back though, I...I'm still unsure." He paused. "Obviously it was vile of you to take away my intelligence like that without permission, but of course, I am no better. So I have no grounds to blame you."

"And don't you forget that. Slave." Natasha tried to summon some of her old self-righteousness, but found it slow in coming. She had done something unspeakably inhumane, even if she did plan on reversing everything in the end.

Slave looked over his body, doing some test flexes. "I can't affect the simulation anymore. And, I think I recall you saying..." He drew back a muscled arm to punch her, started to take a swing, then his arm froze. "Yes, that's right, I can neither physically harm you in any way, nor stop you from giving commands in any way. I may as well be nice to you so you'll show me some mercy. What's next, O Master of the Universe? And please ask me before you do something."

Natasha's thin lips quirked at the corners of her muzzle. "Any suggestions?"

"I could take you again, right here, right now. If you'll help me with my not-so-little problem." He pointed a thick finger down at his flaccid black penis.

Natasha felt a thrill at imagining his member fully erect and sliding inside her lips, but perhaps she could top that experience. With her skill at critical thinking, surely she could improve on the current design.

She hummed thoughtfully. One hand was on her furry hips, the other scratching her long chin. An idea formed in her head as she eyed the brown-haired stallion, still admiring his swollen muscles.

"That's not a bad idea, Slave. However, do you know what's better than one Slave?"

His head tilted as he looked down at her. "Uh. Two Slaves?"

She grinned, revealing her sharp teeth. Her tail even did a little wag. Interesting; perhaps her mind was being affected in some tiny way by the form she wore. She _had_felt rather foxy during the sex. Playful, energetic. Or maybe that was due to the exciting circumstances.

"Command: an exact, perfect copy of Slave is standing next to Slave. All of the simulation effects on Slave will apply to the copy."

Space-time warped in the air next to the stallion-man. Then, a second Slave had joined them. They looked at each other in awe. Natasha had created life from nothing with no perceivable errors. The process didn't even take longer than usual. Did Project Universe have no limits?

"Let's make this fair," Natasha added. "Command: None of us can remember who the original Slave is."

She looked between the two anthropomorphic stallions and tried to recall which had just been created. The one on the right, or the one on the left? She could not. Perfect. Tampering with her own mind was slightly frightening, but this alteration was negligible. All would be undone in time.

"Holy," said Right Slave.

"Shit," finished Left Slave.

They both grinned equine grins and high-fived each other with their right hands. Except it was a high-three, in their case.

Natasha scratched her furry chin again. "Now what do I call you two? I could make one of you have a black coat and the other have a white one. But no, I have a better naming scheme. I'll keep this fresh and interesting."

She drew both Slaves' eyes as she pointed at Left Slave with a dark, clawed finger. "You. Well, I suppose you'll both have the same answer, but anyway - what are some large, strong, dominant animals?"

Left Slave's hoof brushed against the ground, thoughtfully. "You have your bears, your wolves of course, your big cats --"

"Good," said Natasha. She pointed at Right Slave. "What are some cuter animals? Small, but not too small?"

"Dogs are cute. Rabbits are cute. Outside of pets, some people think squirrels are cute, otters are definitely cute, and --"

"Good." Natasha showed them her sharp teeth again as she smiled. "This will surely blow your minds. Speaking of which, this time would you prefer to keep your minds, or give yourself to the animal?"

Both Slaves shook their heads simultaneously. Both opened their mouths and began talking over one another. They then both gestured for the other to speak first, and both tried again at the same time. Natasha growled her impatience and pointed at Right Slave.

"You."

"I have an idea about that," said Right Slave. "One that will benefit both of us, in terms of pleasure. We'll maintain our level of mentation, but flood us with sex hormones, arousal, aggression - whatever you'd like."

Left Slave nodded his agreement as Natasha considered. Sometimes she forgot that her colleagues were at her same level of intellect. "Done," she said. "Let's get started?"

Both Slaves smiled, showing their thicker and duller teeth. In tandem, they raised their right hooves and excitedly stamped them.

"Command: We three are back in our normal human forms."

"Why?" asked the Slaves together as they shrank and reverted to identical human men.

Natasha shrugged, before she shivered a little from the loss of her fur coat. "Makes the coming changes more exciting."

After gathering her thoughts and reviewing her intended commands for loopholes or potential issues, Natasha spoke them. "Command: When next I speak the word 'fuck', a series of changes will occur. One of these two men will become an anthropomorphic Kodiak bear. The other will become an anthropomorphic Siberian tiger."

Right Slave nudged Left Slave. "Those are the biggest varieties of each animal, I believe."

Left Slave chuckled. "I know that you nitwit; I'm you. I wonder who's going to be which?"

Right Slave: "The random number generator will be picking for us. Heh, it's like drawing straws but you're a winner every time."

Natasha did not let herself become distracted by their quiet side-conversation. "Both of them will be seventy percent animal and thirty percent human. Both will be paragons of their respective species - extremely strong, large, healthy, virile, and fit. Both will have penises and testicles moderately larger than those of a typical adult male human. And both will experience a drastic spike in testosterone and corresponding massive surge in sexual arousal that last as long as our sexual activities."

"Seventy percent," Left Slave murmured. "Mostly animals. I hope we'll keep our thumbs, our upright posture."

"Mm, but recall that the commands are interpreted by intent," said Right Slave. "The code will notice her use of the word 'anthropomorphic' and prevent us from becoming malformed or unnatural."

"I will become an anthropomorphic animal as well," Natasha was saying for the microphone's benefit. "An eighty-five percent river otter, but approximately human-sized to properly accommodate the men. I will become extremely sexually aroused."

The Slaves grinned at each other like boys in a candy shop.

"All of these transformations will occur over thirty seconds. We will all retain our minds, altered though they will be," Natasha finished. She looked at the men, letting her rare, flirtatious side come out in the form of a dramatic eye-lash flutter. "Ready?"

It was the sort of move only a middle-school aged girl might use with any seriousness, but neither Slave were laughing. Together, they nodded.

"Time to fuck," Natasha said.

***

Slave squeezed his fingers tightly into a fist as a wave of _something_hit him like a bolt of lightning. He saw Other Slave mimicking him exactly. This feeling...it was arousal. Extreme, visceral arousal. Glancing down, he saw his penis was already almost fully erect. He also saw that his chest and belly were rapidly growing hairier. His legs and feet, too. But that mattered little. He needed relief, and he needed it now.

As he strode toward Natasha, who was feeling around the top of her rear with one hand, he bumped shoulders with Other Slave. They locked eyes for a split second. Other Slave's irises were a pale yellow.

"Back off," Slave said. "I'm taking her between her legs."

Other Slave pushed harder against his shoulder as they tried to get closer to Natasha. "No, _I_am. You can take a blow job."

Slave appreciated the strength of Other Slave's pushes, strength that his ordinary human self could never have, but he was stronger too. He shoved back on wider feet, hearing the sound of new, thick claws scratching the floor. Barely, he managed to unbalance Other Slave. That gave him the upper hand. He pressed forward and grabbed Natasha around her waist, noting the dark brown fur that had sprouted on both his hands and her waist. He tried to be gentle as he bore her to the ground, but he needed her _now._His darkening nose caught a whiff of her sex as she laid down on her back for him. It was delicious, enticing, filling his senses. The thick, furry tail pushing out between her legs excited him even further. She was becoming an animal like him. For him.

Slave was abruptly knocked to his side as Other Slave tackled him. The impact and the rolls along the ground didn't hurt; his sides were now coated with a thick layer of fat and muscle as well as a blanket of dark brown fur. He lifted his head and looked past his growing muzzle to see Other Slave getting into the position that _he_was going to take. Other Slave's cock was big and red, but also covered in tiny spiny structures. His whole body was covered in the signature orange and black of the Siberian tiger. A growing, striped tail swayed in the air behind him while he positioned his large, paw-like feet.

Slave rose to his feet. At his full height, Slave was a massive specimen, taller than his previous forms. Far heavier, too. He could feel the hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat filling out his form, but his stocky legs allowed him to keep his balance. Other Slave didn't look so big or heavy. He could take him. He was just a cute little tiger, a pussycat trying to outdo the biggest, baddest beast around.

Something primal reared its head inside of Slave. He loosed a furious, wet roar. It sounded almost like an angry bear. His looser lips flapped in the air.

Other Slave glared at him with the stunning yellow eyes of the tiger and yowled out a warning of his own where he knelt. An impressive set of teeth gleamed in his large mouth. Long white whiskers framed his dainty pink nose. A complex pattern of white, black, and orange marked his face. Truly, he looked majestic. The stripes down his body, legs, and tail were beautiful as well. The ample musculature of his new body gave him both a lithe and intimidating appearance. But tiger or not, Other Slave _would_back the fuck off his woman. Or Slave would make him.

Slave charged forward with all of his strength. He was slow to get going, but once he did, he felt like an unstoppable tank. With footfalls like thunderclaps, he knew Other Slave had to be terrified. Slave was complete. He was an anthropomorphic Kodiak bear, more beast than human. Natasha would be his.

Other Slave glanced up from Natasha's furry crotch and, with lightning speed, rose to swipe his sinewy arm past Slave's face. Pain, red and hot, bit into Slave's overwhelming feelings of arousal and dominance as the claws raked across his nose and muzzle. Then Slave's bulk slammed into the tiger before he could dodge. Other Slave yowled as he was hurled toward one of the testing room's white walls. He squirmed and contorted in mid-air but nonetheless slammed into the wall with the sound of splintering wood. When he fell to the ground, dazed, a long crack showed where he'd struck.

His momentum unyielding, Slave continued his charge and slammed his bulk into Other Slave where he was rising from the ground. Other Slave was bashed then pinned against the wall. When he lifted his head with a half-hearted snarl on his muzzle, Slave smacked the side of his face with his heavy clawed paw. It was bigger than the tiger's face.

Slave let out a warning rumble, but Other Slave had had enough. He was silent as he crawled out from under Slave, swiftly fleeing to the corner of the room. There, he stared at Slave and licked the red blood from his paw. Slave couldn't tell if the tiger was glaring at him, or if his gaze was always that intense and bright. It didn't matter.

His large head turned to find a mostly-feral river otter lying on her back in the middle of the room. Her long, thick tail was swaying back and forth along the ground, emphasizing her swollen red slit near the base. Her cute little webbed hind paws were raised in the air.

Those little legs definitely aren't human proportioned, some part of him thought as he ambled toward his prize with an ursine_whoomph_. The equivalent of a grunt, were he a meek human.

Natasha raised her head to glance at him between her legs. Her whiskery face was almost totally that of an animal's, but Slave could see the whites of her eyes and hints of a human expression on her lovely muzzle - an impatient grimace.

"Hurry up," she squeaked in a small voice.

"Shut your muzzle," Slave rumbled as he got to all fours over her relatively small body. She was so long! Since her limbs were so short, and her neck so thick, the otter almost looked like a short furry snake with four tiny limbs added as an afterthought. He'd put that extreme flexibility to work pleasing him.

He'd intended to roughly grab her ankles and pull her onto his girthy ursine cock, but some unseen force weakened his movements until they were gentle. The growl of a frustrated bear rippled out of his heavy lips.

"Please, please!" Natasha squeaked, her long body twisting impatiently.

"QUIET!" was what Slave intended to shout into her face, but only an angry roar came out. Spittle flecked on her whiskers and the brown and white fur of her head and little ears. Finally, the tip of his thick pink cock found her entrance, and he pushed himself into his otter.

His deep, deep growl mixed with her high-pitched chitters as the familiar fire of sexual pleasure flooded his groin and sent tingles through the rest of his ursine form. The rhythm he started was slower than he would have liked, but his body was not quick. It was not agile. He was huge, heavy, almost unwieldy.

But the pleasure had those same qualities. The fire in his loins was a slow and steady pulse. It was not the rapid blaze of the wolf-man. It was not the flat, dull, baser pleasure of the dumb stallion he'd been. No, it was the irresistible warmth that kept you in your bed in the morning that extra minute. It was a pleasure that you melted into, like an intimate massage from five masseuses at once. Slave was in heaven.

And while Slave was far too heavy to rapidly plunge in and out of her tight folds, Natasha the otter was more than willing to do his work for him. Her long, thickly-furred body undulated up and down, sliding along his length like her life depended on it. Not even for a moment did she slow down or relax. She was restless, absolutely restless. The frantic energy was too much for Slave to handle. He stopped rocking his body forward and back, allowing his otter to fully take over. As she writhed, her whiskers tickled his furry arms where they stood like pillars on either side of her streamlined head. A continuous, contented rumble shook Slave's sides.

Until he felt water tickling the thick pads of his huge feet. Abruptly, his hands and feet were a foot deep in flowing water. Most of Natasha's body was now underwater, the base of her tail right at the surface. All twenty of Slave's claws were buried in a firm layer of silt. A streambed. He glanced to either side, and placed them on the shallowest part of a pine forest's stream. More to the left and they'd have been properly underwater. More to the right lay a rocky bank. Birds from the tree branches on either side of the stream chirped and called to one another.

Natasha apparently didn't care about the water soaking the fur of her back, her tail, her small hands, most of her head. If anything, her delight was increased. The water bubbled and frothed when Natasha dipped her broad black nose underwater. She laughed in a flurry of squeaks and chittering sounds. All while sliding up and down Slave's thick ursine member. Its impressive thickness continued to press against the hot, wet folds of her depths.

A fat droplet of crimson blood fell from his nose to the soft, tan fur around her crotch. It was immediately washed away by the gentle downstream current, along with the natural secretions oozing out of Natasha's slit. She pressed her muscled tail against the streambed, impaling herself on Slave's cock. Then she flexed her limber spine and pulled herself right off before rinsing and repeating. Literally.

"Oh," she squeaked in unrestrained pleasure. "Oh!" A few seconds later: "Oh, what do I call you, oh, Tiger, there you are! Come here Tiger, let me suck on that thing, let me have it!"

The tiger-man stalked through the shallows to position himself above her face, but Slave's huge body was in the way. Slave's large head was well past hers; there was no room for anyone else.

"Move," Other Slave growled. Slave ignored him, partially out of spite, but mostly because of the hot pleasure assaulting his senses. Other Slave held his paw in front of his field of vision and made razor-sharp claws pop out, but Slave didn't give a shit. He growled a warning at the tiger, fixing him with an irritable glare. For a moment, he thought the tiger would attack, and he'd have to show the pussycat who was boss once again, but the tiger retracted his claws and took a couple of splashing steps back.

"Ohhh," Natasha growled in frustration through her adorable muzzle. "Boys, please! Ah, fine!"

With astonishing dexterity, she pulled herself off of Slave's length and hoisted her whole body between his heavy legs. He felt the tickle of innumerable stiff whiskers for a moment, then a hot tongue stroking his length. The anger that had been building inside him evaporated with the ministrations of Natasha's skilled tongue-work.

While fucking her vaginally had been wonderful, receiving a blowjob from an otter was, unquestionably, a gift. Of all the creatures she could have chosen, Slave doubted there was any better suited to suckling his manhood. She was so energetic, so tireless. Her cute muzzle was just big enough for him. And the texture, oh god the texture! Her tiny sharp teeth scraped lightly against his heavy cock, sending shivers up his spine. Occasionally she nibbled with playful glee. Slave was too lost in the pleasure to care that she could seriously injure him if she wished. Her tongue frolicked and wandered up and down his member like a young otter on the banks of her home stream. Slave could not imagine how a blowjob could be better. It was very possible that this was literally the best blowjob a man had ever received.

Behind his little nub of a tail, he could hear the squelching of Other Slave fucking Natasha's slit, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Slave was happy, immensely happy, and Natasha did not show any sign of slowing down her oral treatment of his cock. So fuck the yowls of pleasure and whatever else was happening behind him.

Slave couldn't see her, but he felt Natasha take her muzzle off his manhood. "Oh, Tiger, Bear, you're both so big, so good, I love it! Tiger, get deeper, and--"

Slave couldn't take it anymore. "KEEP SUCKING!" he roared. A second later he was rewarded with renewed fire from his loins as the hot, fast breaths from his otter washed over his cock. Her skillful tongue followed.

A minute or so passed. A minute of down-and-dirty, vivacious sex. Their threesome of bear, tiger, and otter was impossible, yet it felt perfectly natural in the shallows of that quiet, peaceful forest stream. Quiet if it weren't for the loud growls, chitters, yowls, snarls, and squeaks they were producing in their frenzied sexual activities. Peaceful if it weren't for the splashes and sudden movements of their passions.

Natasha suddenly tensed, reaching forth her short arms to snag some of Slave's blanket of belly fur. She lifted both her upper and lower body fully out of the water. Slave could feel the sensitive tip of his cock tickled by Natasha's throat, so deep was he in her. And judging by the deep, agitated snarling coming from behind him, the pussycat had reached his limit.

Weakling, thought Slave with pride. I started with her first, but he's already finishing. Ha!

But Natasha started up a constant growl deep in her throat and slim chest that sent vibrations all the way to her teeth. Slave felt his whole cock buzzing from the transmitted vibrations. It was an electrifying feeling he'd never felt before. Was this how women felt when they used vibrators?

The unexpected sensation pushed him over the edge that he'd slowly but inevitably been building toward for many long, full minutes. He could feel the inexorable build-up of pressure in his pendulous balls, in his lower belly, at the base of his bear member. All the muscles of his abdomen were squeezing with the force of his impending orgasm. His chest was constricting. His throat tightening before the explosion hit. Slave's thick claws dug into the silt. An involuntary rumble filled his frame before crescendoing into a violent, passionate roar of triumph. Slave swore the pine needles shook from the force of his outcry. Birds took to the skies with alarmed chirps.

And Slave pumped gob after gob of his hot spunk into Natasha's otter throat. At first she squeaked and sputtered in surprise. She adapted surprisingly quickly; her tongue and the muscles of her throat began milking his long girth, encouraging the barrage of thick semen that he was helpless to control. Still, he roared, feeling saliva dripping from his loose Kodiak lips, hearing his own ursine voice echoed back at his round ears from the tree trunks all around.

As his build-up had been, Slave's orgasm was both lengthy and unremitting. Some corner of his mind noticed that Other Slave had finished, and that Natasha's lower half was squirming with the force of Slave's contractions. Some part of him knew this was by far the longest orgasm he'd ever had, and that it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. But Slave was merely along for the wild ride. Wave after wave of hot pleasure swept through him. Every discharge was a miniature explosion that rocked his heavy, heavy body.

At long last the fire died down. His roar faded. Natasha's head pulled away. Slave stayed there on all fours in the water, his dazed mind slowly recovering from the sensory overload. Through dimmed vision, he saw Natasha rinse her mouth in the stream water. Thick white globs were carried away downstream as she cleaned her toothy muzzle. He blinked a few times, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, as the water level dropped below the silt which was bleaching to a pure white color. He glanced around the forest to find the four walls of the testing room somehow coming back into view as the trees rapidly withered.

"Command: we are back in our original human forms," came Natasha's otter voice from behind him.

Slave slowly rose to his full, Kodiak height and turned to watch the un-transformations of the other two. Natasha sat on her haunches, looking far too much like a natural river otter. He tried to gauge her expression and foreign body language, and guessed she was content. Other Slave sat behind her, doubled over. God, he was licking _himself_down there! How could he be doing that? All Slave felt like doing at the moment was finding somewhere cool and dark for a long nap!

With no duration specified, Project Universe evidently interpreted Natasha's intentions as a fairly rapid transformation. The white floor rose upward as Slave lost his towering build. The room temperature felt like a winter's night for a moment as he acclimated. His hands became nimble and harmless once again. The tiny, sophisticated mouth of a human replaced his dangerous maw. And his fat, dripping cock shrank into an average man's penis. Naked and human he was once again, unfortunately.

The tiger-man on his rear shrank and fell away, losing all sense of majesty as he became an identical version of Slave. Eyeing the restless tail as it retracted, he wondered how it would feel to lose such an adroit and expressive appendage. Natasha, in stark contrast to Slave and Other Slave, grew larger. Particularly her arms and legs, which exploded in length and definition. Her thighs, previously so far apart, approached each other once again as her very thick tail retreated. Glossy black hair tumbled down her neck as the fur retreated. Slave hadn't noticed properly in the stream, but otter-Natasha had barely had what could be called breasts, due to her high percentage of otter. Now, the nubs ballooned in size, restoring the Japanese woman's human femininity.

And there they were. Three, uninspiring naked humans in a lifeless facility's dull demonstration room.

***

Natasha sighed with contentment as she analyzed her thoughts and feelings regarding the experience in the stream. Was it a positive one? Certainly. Was it absolutely incredible? Absolutely. Was she eager for more? Yes! But how to top that? She turned her attention to the Slaves.

Left Slave had been speaking quietly to Right Slave. "It wasn't really_us_facing off like that. I felt the same way as you."

"No hard feelings?"

"None. Take a look at the crack in the wall though; it's huge! We were massive, Slave!"

Right Slave cracked a grin. "Damn right we were, Slave!"

"You must have weighed a ton, you know. Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds. All I could do - oh, hey, those cuts on your face are gone."

Right Slave felt his unblemished face with wonder. "Hm. I suppose this is what Project Universe has as our 'original human forms'. Anyway, I was curious about your tail, was it --"

"Boys," Natasha interrupted. "Talk later. We have serious business to attend to."

The Slaves smiled and chuckled, but not in tandem. They each had their own demeanor now. Their experiences had divided them. No longer were they exact copies. That set Natasha's mind pondering the possibilities of scientific research. Exact copies like the one she had created were ideal subjects for any kind of experiment with human data points, far better than even identical twins raised in the same environment and treated equally. She wanted to explore the idea further, but instead reigned herself in. They had 'business' to attend to.

"I'm sure we all agree that that was...unbelievable, for lack of a better term. Yes?

The Slaves nodded.

"And we agree that we want to try something new and amazing as soon as possible. Yes?"

More nods. Eager ones.

"Thus, we have to think of a set-up even sexier and more impossible than the scenarios we've already done. I want you two to brainstorm."

"Got it," said Left Slave. "No problem," said Right Slave.

Natasha had a few fledgling ideas flapping around in her mind when Right Slave interrupted her thoughts a couple of minutes later. He did not try to hide the spreading, wicked smile on his face.

"This will certainly sound outlandish, but bear with me. No pun intended. Why do our roles have to be fixed? Why not mix it up at a level closer to the foundation? I propose that you, Natasha, try out being the man."

She raised an eyebrow but kept her mind open to his idea as he continued.

"We'll be the women. Or rather, I'll be the woman and Other Slave can be another man."

The two men looked at each other. Left Slave, the one who had been silent, gave Right Slave a strange, guarded look. Left Slave returned a wink.

"That way," said Right Slave, "we can each more fully appreciate the different kinds of pleasure the other has been experiencing up until now. It'll be mind-expanding. It'll bring us closer together. What have we to lose?"

Natasha had never fantasized about being a man before. Never had any inclination toward a different gender identity. The idea was indeed outlandish. However, she liked the way he'd phrased it, the clever man. What self-respecting scientist or engineer didn't want to expand his or her mind? To better understand the world and the varied people in it? Besides, last time she had chosen their forms and minds. The men had earned their chance to decide how things would go. She'd permit it this once.

Right Slave cheered when she nodded. He didn't sound thoroughly enthused though. Left Slave seemed more reserved and tense himself. Apparently all three of them had some degree of anxiety about the upcoming festivities.

"First, change me into an exact copy of you, Natasha," said Right Slave.

She shrugged. "Fair enough. I hope this is as interesting as you make it sound, Slave. Command: the Slave in front of me is now in a form physically identical to my own."

Right Slave's features scrunched up and his hands balled into fists. His skin shifted subtly to match her tone. Short black hair lengthened and grew silkier. A perfect match to her two breasts grew on his chest. Pelvis widened. Feet shrank slightly. Shoulders pulled closer together. Body hair, save for the pubic region, vanished. When his face relaxed, it was like looking in a mirror. Except Natasha had never worn such an impolite, bold, supercilious expression of triumph.

"Poor Natasha," the woman said in a voice identical to hers. "Looks like you got careless after all."

Natasha's heart skipped a beat. A chill skittered down her spine. She realized her mistake in an instant. Her lips parted to speak the command that would save her, but her copy was far ahead of her.

"Natasha is paralyzed!"