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Walk a Mile

Day 1, Part 1: Citrus

by Von Krieger

Heather moaned softly, everything felt funny. Her body felt thick and heavy, her mind felt fuzzy. Or was it the other way around? She wasn't quite sure. All she knew was that it was dark, she was in bed, snuggled up under the nice warm covers, and her head hurt a little bit. What had happened? Where was she?

She thought back to the previous evening. Oooh yeah! It had been the big night, her opportunity to stick it to those perverted aliens and their sick, disgusting, sinful company. She was a part of the Pure Blood movement, a human group against genetic engineering, re-engineering, enhancement, and sexual engagements with anything non-baseline human.

The goal was to sneak into the facility where Alpha Genetic Designs had its primary data storage facility, where all the genetic codes for the company's engineered sex toys were kept and accessed. If she could just destroy the mainframe, they wouldn't be able to produce their abominations any more.

She remembered sneaking in through an office window and making it out into the hallway, avoiding the cameras and scanners on her way to the computer core room. It was actually pretty ingenious keeping something so important in a small, out of the way, unimportant location. No one would ever have found it if it had been just a few days later, when they shielded the data line to make the flow look much, much smaller. But Heather had.

Her branch of the Pure Bloods were a bit more extreme than most, and would resort to acts of sabotage to damage the efforts of those that they saw were polluting the moral and genetic structure of the human race. Just because they had to share the universe with such lustful beasts as the Leiaou didn't mean they had to stoop to their level with things.

Disgusting cats, no concept of gender, a bunch of sluts and whores, the entire race. All they were interested in was sex, most had it several times a day with a number of partners. Many had no bonds with any other one individual, and it was unheard of for one to devote herself exclusively to a single partner. Repugnant feline succubi, the whole race.

Heather remembered getting to the computer core room, getting ready to plant the explosives when... when... she couldn't remember clearly. There was a soft noise, like wind through grass, and a sudden pain in her head, and then nothing. She lifted her head from the bed and looked around. It was total darkness, she couldn't see anything. She could move her arms and legs, though. The mattress was comfortable, and the blanket soft. Maybe she had just dreamed the raid?

Suddenly there was a weight against her back, a warm body pressing against her, a soft purr filling her ears, a rough tongue lapping at her neck. Oh no... they hadn't! Heather felt something warm and hard pressed up against her rump. They had! They'd done something to her, they'd probably raped her while she was unconscious.

She felt leather padded handpaws slipping around her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs tracing over her nipples, drawing a moan from her. The paws slid down her body, over her belly, over her hips, and back... up her tail?!

Th... they had perverted her body! It was bad enough that they had raped her while she was alseep, but polluting her genes, that was worse! That was rape on a spiritual level. Heather tried to pull away, tried to struggle, but she found herself unable to move. The Leiaou's hands returned to her belly, and dipped downward to her sex.

Oh no! Oh no! Oh yes! Heather found herself moaning again, gasping, pressing back against the feline monster. She felt her legs spreading instinctively, allowing the harlot's fingers into her. She began to pant, her hips bucking. Her traitorous hands found their way to her breasts, breasts far more plentiful than the ones nature had given Heather. They had turned her into one of them, an oversexed, fur covered beast-slut!

Heather began to moan loudly, she felt the cat-bitch press up further against her, taking the scruff of her neck in her mouth. She yowled in protest as the cat removed her fingers, Heather's sex-toy body longing for the lustful sins this filthy she-cat had to provide. She shivered as the feline cock slid into her, inhumanly shaped and covered with small spines that tickled her insides in ways she had never imagined possible.

Oh it felt so good, but it was so wrong! The feline temptresses had designed themselves to offer sinister pleasures of the flesh to tempt other species into taking the dark path into mixing of genetic lines, polluting them with their own vile genes.

She felt a hot, wet explosion inside of her, a climax far more powerful than anything she had experienced during her own lusts overwhelmed her and demanded she violate herself. She arched he back and growled like the animal that they'd made her as she came. She felt the disgusting dual gendered creature erupt into her, and suddenly found herself overwhelmed with sensation.

What she felt went beyond orgasm, beyond climax, it was... something the human body didn't have the capacity to feel. It felt wonderful, it made her feel more alive, more vibrant. It made her want more. But Heather recognized it for what it was, it was like a drug, a lure, an addiction that they wanted to instill in her to get her to willingly reduce herself to their level.

Heather wouldn't play their game. She would refuse. She wouldn't bow to their demands, she would overcome her... oh fuck, why was she rolling over? Unbidden, her arms wrapped themselves around the furry body of her rapist. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the feline's muzzle, their tongues meeting.

"Good morning, sister." she heard the words, she felt her vocal chords give voice to them. But they hadn't come from her mind or her will. They hadn't even sounded like her voice

"Good morning, Citrus." the feline purred back.

Citrus? That wasn't her name! She wouldn't let herself be called by that name, not if she could help it. She willed herself to bite, to claw, to show this creature that she couldn't get away with warping her this way.

But instead she found herself scooting downward in the bed, her lips finding their way to the feline's nipple. She wanted to throw up, she was... nursing from this creature. Urgh! It was warm and sweet in her mouth, and... tasted like strawberries?

"That's enough, cutie, we have to get ready for work. We can play later, right before bed." the feline purred, gently prying Heather's head from her breast.

"But I love your milk, 'Berry." the altered human found herself saying.

She felt a playful slap on her rump, "Get in the bathroom and wash up, you're on first duty. And besides, you might want to explain to your little passenger what's going on."

Passenger? Heather didn't like the sound of that at all.

-o-

Heather felt herself getting up from the bed, her muscles moving on their own, walking in the darkness. Heather just waited to run into something, or trip over an unseen item in the darkness, but such things never came. Instead her hand found the wall, gliding across the smoother surface until it came into contact with a door frame. Whoever had hijacked her body was familiar with this place and had no problems finding the light switch and flipped it on.

The captive girl caught her reflection in the mirror and gasped, or she would of if she had control of her body. What she saw in the mirror was horrible, terrible, hideous. She was a skunk. A skunk with yellow, orange, and white fur, long white hair, and a body that just screamed out to be fucked. A perfect hourglass figure, a lithe and trim, but solid muscle tone, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Unnaturally blue eyes set in a face that could bewitch men and women alike with a smile. A face that was smirking at her in the mirror.

Her hand reached out for a brush of its own volition, and began fixing her long main of silky white hair. "Okay, that's enough of that. First of all, this isn't your body. this is MY body. You're just fine, you're in a full sensory immersion pod owned by the very company your tried to sabotage the other night. We've hacked your cyberlink, and you're getting direct feed from my own body." the skunk explained.

Heather would have sighed with relief, but again she couldn't control the physical form she was feeling at the moment. She was only linked via remote to this genetically engineered hussy, her own pure flesh and blood had not been tainted. Or at least she hoped it hadn't. A pleasant, warm feeling began to emanate from her.. their chest. The skunk was groping their breasts!

"The remote link is a little bit backwards of how it usually works. Normally the remote user, IE you, is situated in the SIMM pod, feeling the sensation of the remote body, able to read and override thoughts, feelings, and actions. Though not in this case. I hear what you think. We share the same senses for the time being. I can let you control my body, if I feel like it. Now, I'm letting you have control for the moment, don't do anything stupid, or I'll stuff you right back into the corner of my mind that you're currently occupying." Citrus warned her 'rider.'

The human suddenly found the weird, heavy, fuzzy, detached feelings fading, along with the perceived pain in her head. The link was at full power, Heather now had no connection with her own senses whatsoever. All she experienced was now limited to the body of the sex-toy skunkette. She gasped softly and gripped the edges with the sink.

Her entire body felt good, a warm, wonderful, pleasant sensation that seemed to emanate from every portion of her body. "Wh-what is this?" she gasped, her own voice coming from the skunk's throat.

"The Afterglow Effect." Citrus replied, their shared face showing a grin.

Heather shivered and sat down on the toilet, waiting for it to go away. Afterglow was a genetic enhancement that heightened sexual pleasure, and induced hormones into the bloodstream that brought about a sensation of physical euphoria. It rewarded those that were sexually active with not only the intense, but brief pleasure of orgasm, but a lasting feeling of pleasure and satisfaction. It was an incredibly popular genetic alteration. It encouraged promiscuity and sexual deviancy. Depending on the stimulation, Afterglow could take a number of different effects. In this case it felt like being caressed simultaneously over her entire body, invisible fingertips slowly stroking her.

"Make it stop." Heather whispered, feeling her arousal beginning to build from the sensation.

Citrus giggled and shook their head, "Nope. You can either wait twenty minutes for it to go away, or you can override it yourself."

Heather shivered again, it felt so wrong to have two people in one body. She felt the motions Citrus made, felt her words coming out of their shared throat. The feeling was unsettling every time she felt control of their body pulled out of her metaphorical hands. "H-how do I override?"

"You have to masturbate. My Afterglow has been designed to trigger only by climax brought about by others. Climaxing from self stimulation will flush the Afterglow hormones from my system." the sex-toy skunk said with a giggle.

The human felt slightly nauseous. "No way." she said, gritting their teeth. She wouldn't lower herself to that. Even if this wasn't her body, she wouldn't pollute her mind by doing that. She still felt guilty for the few times in her life when she'd been overcome, and in a moment of weakness stooped to satisfying her animal lusts.

"Now that's just silly. Why feel guilty for making yourself feel good? I doubt you feel guilty for eating ice cream, or chocolate, or any treat like that which is just about devoid of any nutritional value. You don't feel guilty for being entertained by a Tri-D movie, or playing a video game. So why should you be ashamed for something that feels good, and provides you with enjoyment and entertainment? It's your body, why should you feel bad for an act that's biologically designed to feel good?" Citrus said with a snort.

"Because it's wrong! Sex is..." Heather began, only to find the vocal chords she shared with Citrus hijacked.

"Sex is what? A vile, dirty, corrupt act that should be ignored at all costs, save for procreational purposes? A biological drive that isn't fit for rational, sentient, thinking beings? A bestial act that should be left to lesser creatures? It's a perfectly natural biological function. You eat, you sleep, you breath, you have sex. It's a perfectly normal activity. I don't understand portions of your race at all. Convinced your uncovered bodies are something to be ashamed of and the act of sex is a crime. Why is it wrong?"

"You think it's wrong simply because your parents and peers taught you that it was wrong, as their parents and peers did before them, all the way back to when females were looked upon as property and superstitions ruled your race entirely. Why base your moral values on the views and teachings of men who were dead centuries before you were born? It seems silly to cling to something so rigidly. Things are supposed to change, to bend, to take on new shapes as new situations and stresses are applied. Things adapt to changing environments, or things die out."

Citrus sighed, "Anyway, enough talk. Into the shower with us. we want to look our best for work."

Ignoring the low throb between her legs, Heather moved their body toward the shower, turning it on and waiting for the water to heat. She was a little stunned, shocked into silence, she'd never had a talking to like that before. She had been forced to listen, essentially. Usually when people talked like that to her, she walked away, or turned away from them and zoned out, ignoring them. It had struck her like a slap to the face.

"I'm sorry for being so blunt, but you're in my head calling me filthy names, thinking you're so much better than me just because you have the inefficient, trial and error, long, slow, drawn out process of adaptation created genes. It doesn't make you any better, or any worse. It just makes you different. Genetic diversity is a wonderful thing, and sexual reproduction allows for the optimal circumstances to enhance it. Technology has allowed us to dramatically alter ourselves as individuals, and as a race. It's made it so that everyone can alter their DNA and their bodies in a way that makes them feel the most comfortable, to give them the best fulfillment of life. Adaptation to a particular environment isn't much needed for sentient species as a whole anymore. With FTL travel, terraforming, and all that stuff, species can find and create their preferred environment. It's enhancing the quality of the life for the individual that sould be important."

Both were silent for awhile, stepping into the shower, enjoying the flow of hot jets of water over their furred body. Heather and Citrus both found it enjoyable, both of them sighing with enjoyment at the same time. Heather picked up the bottle of shampoo and poured a goodly amount into their handpaw, lathering up their hair, and then their body fur.

They stepped back from the spray, massaging the shampoo into their fur, a pleasant tingle occurring where the suds remained for more than a few moments. Heather bit their lip, trying to ignore the increasing desire in their loins. Her handpaws avoided the region, not wanting to accidentally stimulate herself. The human rider was sure that if she so much as gently brushed their sex, she wouldn't be able to resist any longer, and succumb to the urge to fuck.

She stepped forward again, rinsing the soap from her fur. Citrus had left her in complete control again. Somehow Heather could tell the difference when the skunk's consciousness was ready to pounce and seize control away from her, and when she was simply laying back and letting Heather move their shared body.

With the shampoo washed away, the conditioner came next, producing a similar sensation of tingling. Heather spent a little more time with the conditioner, rubbing it into Citrus' tail, exploring an appendage that she herself lacked.

Her arousal was getting annoying, and that Afterglow feeling wasn't helping at all. Heather didn't think she could last another fifteen minutes with it going like that, she would be forced into a lustful fit of self-pleasuring. If she was going to do it anyway, she might as well chose where and when. And after all, this wasn't HER body. Citrus probably pleasured herself every morning in the shower anyway.

"I do." Citrus said with a chuckle, "You're right. The glow is a little distracting sometimes, especially when you want to get on task for something, like getting ready for work. Go ahead and do whatever you feel like. I usually go into work an hour early anyways."

Heather sighed and sat down on the edge of the tub, legs spread, her fingers tentatively moving towards her slit.

"It feels better if you use the bottle, that's why I get that brand. Not because I find the shampoo outstanding, but because the shape of the container makes a great sex toy." Citrus giggled.

Heather found her hand darting to the bottle out of her own will and desire, pushing it needfully into her aching snatch. The bottle had a scalloped shape, curved bumps on the sides. The feeling as her netherlips slid over them made Heather weak in the knees. If she hadn't already been sitting down, then she would have fallen right on her tail.

The slightly painful ache quickly faded, replaced by a pleasant, throbbing warmth. The skunkette's body was designed for sex, and it took the bottle in effortlessly. The human found herself purring softly, a feline characteristic that all Leiaou engineered creatures had. Heather had to admit that it was a pleasant sound, and made it easy to indicate one's pleasure.

It was wonderful, the skunkette's tight walls eagerly clutched at the sides of the bottle, their sensitivity obviously enhanced beyond anything a normal person would experience. Heather felt Citrus move her other hand, her fingers seeking out the small nub of her clitoris. The merest touch made Heather cry out. She dropped to her knees at the bottom of the tub, laying on the slick, smooth plastic, her nipples rubbing against it with each thrust her body made, adding to her pleasure.

She could see why people would mod themselves to this extent, it felt incredible, the intense pleasure more than anything Heather had ever experienced before. She pawed frantically at her clit, driving the bottle in and out of her sex and an equally rapid pace. The human rider had expected to be reduced to a state of animal lust, where her mind filled with nothing but the urge to rut, but it was quite different.

There was a clarity in her thoughts and senses, she felt like she could feel every single tiny hair on her furred body. It felt like there was a balloon of purest pleasure being inflated inside of her, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger, eager to burst.

And burst it did, Heather was only faintly aware of a hot stickiness that covered her hands, and the smell of lemon and orange on the air. He world had turned white, purest radiant white filling all of her sense as her borrowed body experienced an enhanced climax.

The journey down from the peak was pleasant, mild twitches that resulted in tiny orgasms, the stimulation removed, but her sex still granting her a physical reward for her exertion. Heather couldn't even move, all she could do was lie there and let her body finish. Citrus, however, seemed to be able to recover quicker, taking control of their body again, standing them up and washing their climactic fluids from their fur.

She also licked the bottle clean. Heather was disgusted by it at first, but apparently like the feline hermaphrodite Strawberry, Citrus' own sexual secretions were flavored.

"Shemale." corrected Citrus.

Heather drew a blank at that.

"Strawberry, she's a feline shemale, not a hermaphrodite. Female in everything except the genitalia, where she's completely male."

Heather wanted to feel nauseous at that, the fact that such a deviant creature had not only been pressed up against her, but had engaged in sexual intercourse with her. Well... not her, exactly. But the body whose senses she was sharing.

"Oh don't even start. It's a perfectly normal form for an engineered life form to have, or to be re-engineered into. Some males don't want to go all the way, be it because they want to remain men in some way, or that they just want to have a curvaceous body, or just because they themselves prefer a chick with a dick. Our shemale models outsell their standard male counterparts by fifty percent. A great deal of purchasers prefer the female body shape. Softer, curvier, and our female customers can share clothes with them. A lot of our female clients purchase us not only as a lover, but as a friend and confidant, and find us easier to relate to when we resemble females." Citrus said, turning off the shower and stepping out onto the drying vent.

Heather had begun to recover from the overwhelming climax that the two of them had just experienced. She had guessed that Citrus was an engineered love toy...

"Companion." the skunk corrected, now totally dry and beginning to style her hair.

And Heather had her suspicions confirmed. She wondered what they would be doing all day. Probably something like cleaning their owner's house until they decided they wanted a little companionship and called their fuck-to... companion to come and play.

Citrus grinned predatorially, allowing Heather to catch sight of it in the mirror. "Oh no, we're not owned. We acquired our independence from our owners long ago. But we all decided to keep the jobs we had with the company. There's no better job than the one we have. You see, we're the Alpha Genetic Designs demo models. Well, at this location anyway."

If Heather had been in control of their body, her eyes would have widened in shock and horror. She didn't need it explained, but Citrus enjoyed her rider's discomfort.

"You see, prospective buyers stop buyers stop by, or we go to certain locations in order to allow the public to sample the AGD products free of charge. We fuck for a living, to anybody that passes by and wants to wait. That's why you've been assigned to us as punishment. For four days you get to experience everything we experience, going through the lives of four of the 'fuck-toys' that you hate so much and would like to see destroyed. Now, let's grab some breakfast then get to work!"

Heather was glad Citrus was in control of their body, as she was pretty sure that if it had been her, that they would have thrown up.