Evolution - Prologue & Chapter 1
(Note: I don't know why I write these weird explanation bits but it's how I think about this stuff so I thought I would share the basis of the setting for once.)
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Prologue: Incubation
The Evolution began slowly, subtly. When Exo-genii's experimental retrovirus breached containment they tried to keep it under wraps, cover it up. A vial of live state virus broke open on international flight 629 from Hong Kong to Berlin. Some people think it was intentional, an attempt to test the virus when they couldn't get human testing approval. Either way it was thought a harmless mistake. "The virus must have been denatured," said the CDC, "it must be too weak to survive the human immune system." But they were wrong.
The first symptoms began to surface two months after initial exposure, long after quarantine had been lifted and the exposed populace sent back to their lives. Even then it started small. The first symptoms were a rise in libido, a very slight increase in sexual characteristics, and a lack of inhibition. This only served to spread the virus to others via sexual transmission. During the two month incubation the virus had developed into individual strains. It wasn't until these strains began to combine that the secondary symptoms began to develop.
The first recorded anthromorph, a stripper by the moniker Velvet Velour, surfaced in a Denmark sex club. Tracing back through the sexual history of the anthromorph it was found that she was linked to two different passengers on flight 629. Her body contained two separate strains of the Exo-genii virus. And in their combination the changes had been... startling, to say the least. By that time the number of infected was unknowable. Thousands, millions perhaps, carried one strain of the virus, and if should they mix with a carrier of another strain they too would rapidly mutate.
Velvet gained luxurious black fur over her body, her facial structure changing to a more feline shape, claws on both fingers and toes, a long fluffy tail, and a massive increase in sexual appetite (though her starting level was certainly not inconsiderable). Before the CDC had time to contain the situation Ms. Velour's libido and the notoriously daring clientele had already spread the new combined strain to much of the Denmark sex industry. The legal entanglements made it even more difficult to suppress, impossible in fact.
Five months after the outbreak fifty seven different combined strains had developed all across the world, from the Velvet Felines in Denmark, the Hermaphrodites of Thailand, to the Hyper-muscled Reptiles of southern Louisiana. All across the world people engaged in debauchery such as mankind had never known before. Each successive mutation of the strain increased the sexual enhancement exponentially.
One year after initial infection the CDC managed to create an anti-viral agent which could control the virus. But it did not reverse the mutations. People were no longer in any danger of spontaneous mutation, but the anthromorphs were here to stay. So people learned to cope. Those still fully human turned a blind eye to the weaknesses of their animalistic comrades, and the morphs controlled their gratuitously enhanced libidos with more private debauchery. Many full humans, usually called simply Norms, were not above joining in on the fun. Over the course of that year the world became a much weirder, and a much more sexually free place.
Which brings a close to that fateful year, the great Evolution as it is called by many morphs (the great Degradation as it is called by many religions). But it was only the beginning of the story of our heroine of the hour. A poor little norm, named Jean St'Croix.
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Chapter 1: Corruption
In the soft yellow glow of the rising sun through her apartment's single window Ms. Jean St'Croix critically examined her reflection in the mirror. She turned, right, then left, gave her hips a shake, and then sighed deeply. She was beautiful, that was unarguable, but since the Evolution that wasn't saying much. Most people were beautiful, or at least interesting. Her figure was not generous, she had always been petite, and her assets were only modest at best. A B-cup might have cut it once, but the average cup size had rapidly risen to a D. Never before had the average woman been so shapely, so busty, so inhuman.
Jean shivered in the chill morning air as a draft blew through her thin curtains. She moved to the window and looked out into the street. The walkways were deserted, it being just after dawn. Her apartment in Paris (she still found it amazing to even think that it was hers), was modest and on the fourth floor of her building with a view of the street. She had moved to the city from England only two years past following her job as executive assistant to Monet Lalonde, fashion designer extraordinaire. Ms. Lalonde was a striking dragon morph, silver scaled and stylishly slender.
Pulling aside the thin cotton of the curtains Jean leaned out on her small balcony to greet the morning, she felt her small nipple go hard in the chill. Jean was naked, as was her want to do when in the privacy of her apartment. Her skin tanned a light bronze from many weekends spent on beach vacations or sunning on the roof of her apartment building. Her auburn hair was kept long and fell to just above her buttocks in the back. Unconstrained the cascade of auburn locks slithered across her skin like a live thing. Her other hair was kept shaved or chemically discouraged (so to speak), the smooth expanse of skin was the only feature unique to norms and Jean was always one to capitalize on that.
"Jean! Bonjour!" A deep friendly voice rumbled, "The morning is beautiful, no?" She turned to the next balcony over to see her neighbor Jacques smiling rakishly at her. An older morph Jacques favored canine features with the wide face of a French Mastiff. He was shorter than her, but much wider. She had always found his dark yellow eyes disconcerting, especially when they were running over her body lecherously. Normally Jean would not have minded being seen nude, but for Jacques she made an exception.
"Morning Jacques," She said as she pulled one of the curtains in front of herself, "What's got you up so early you old lounge lizard?" Jean still has a bit of a cockney tone to her speech, though it has faded the longer she lived in Paris.
"Ehe-heh-heh, Same old, same old. Another night, another trollop to roll out of my bed." Jacques said with much pride in his voice. That was another thing that had always mystified Jean, the old canine's strange ability to bag attractive women.
"But how about you? That firebreather still got you running errands all over town?"
"I'm lucky Ms. Lalonde took me on. I've got no place to complain if it means getting in to the business." Jean retorts. "And it's about time I get ready to go see that 'Firebreather' if I want to keep this job."
With that Jean backed away from the balcony and into the room. The small apartment consisted of only a bedroom, a small half kitchen, and a bathroom. The door to the hall was behind a folding screen she had set up for a little privacy when talking to visitors. Her clothes were kept in the large white wooden wardrobe on the side wall. She opened it and surveyed the contents with a critical eye. She needed an outfit that was both stylish and comfortable. Once she would have added modest but not many cared for modest in this day and age.
After some time she decided on a loose silk top with no back in dark burnished orange, and a black skirt that fell to mid thigh and was slit up either side nearly to her hips. On her feet she wore her four inch black pumps with straps that wound around her calves. Last she bound her long hair into a tail and held it up with a beret. Last she slipped on a lacy black thong, it was comfortable and always made her feel sexy.
Clothed for the day Jean grabs her handbag and notebook and heads for work. She locks her door, walks down the rickety stairs and on to the street. Traffic had begun to pick up, and there were some joggers and bicyclists passing by. She tries not to gawk as a large male feline morph jogs by her. Judging by the log in his shorts he is obviously hyperphallic. She walked briskly to the Métro which stops at her work, but not as quickly as she had hoped.
The Métro car was crowded with morning commuters and she knew she would have to stand, packed amongst the passengers like so many sardines. She apologizes and elbows her way into the crowd, feeling slightly claustrophobic. As the car bumped into motion the first thing she noticed was a slight brush of a hand across her back. She ignored it as always. After a few moments the brush came again, lower this time. Jean risks a quick glance behind her, and as she had feared she found herself being surrounded. Five teenage punks, reptile morphs with markings like rattlesnakes, pressed in around her, screening her off from the rest of the passengers.
One of the snakes bares his four inch fangs at her from behind and Jean tries to pull away only to be pushed back by one of the other punks. All five laugh at her quietly. The snake directly behind her flipped up her skirt and began fondling her buttocks while another snake groped her breasts.
"Don't make a ssssssssound, ssssssssslut." He hissed trying to sound menacing. "Let usssssss have our fun, and we won't hurt you."
The lead punk pushed one finger through the back of her thong and pulled roughly, snapping the thin material. He lifted the bunched material to his snout and inhaled deeply with a lewd smile. He put the pilfered panties in his front pocket with a chuckle. The two punks on either side kept groping her breasts and flicked their long tongues along her face and neck.
He drew his fingers slowly across her slit and just below her clit which began to tingle. The two punks pushed aside her silk top and bare her modest breasts. They flicked their tongues in circles around her nipple which quickly hardened into points. The punk in back continued his slow teasing and despite her shame and fear Jean felt herself growing aroused.
The punk increased his efforts then and began pushing a single finger into her lips. As more juice began to flow it became easier for him to penetrate her depths. The snake began quickly thrusting into her with his finger. Jean felt her face heat with a deep blush and began to pant softly from arousal.
"Sssssshessssss ready for it boysssssss." The leader chuckled. On cue they pushed her to the back of the group and pressed her face first against the wall of the car. Jean could see bulges in all five of their trousers as they pushed her face and arms against the wall and pulled her hips toward them so that she was standing with her ass up, presenting herself to them. Her skirt was bunched up at her waist and with her thong gone there was nothing to cover her sopping wet pussy.
The first punk unzipped his trouser and pulled out his cock. He gave it a few pumps and then rubbed it against the top of her ass. Jean whimpered slightly and looked away from the snakes, eliciting a laugh from the punks. She whimpered again as she felt his cock roughly penetrate her lips. The snake gave no consideration for her pleasure and took her forcefully, all in one stroke. Were it not for their earlier teasing it would have been even more painful.
The punk began pumping into her roughly his hips slapped against her buttocks with each thrust making a soft clapping noise. He took hold of her ponytail and pulls hard on it, forcing her to arch her back painfully. His speed increased quickly until he was pounding her mercilessly, with bruising force. The snake grunted on each thrust and all too soon he stiffened and clenched both hands on her waist, digging his fingers painfully into her flesh.
He gave a last powerful thrust and pulled her ponytail even harder as he exploded inside her. Jean feels his cum splattering against her walls, deep inside her pussy. The thick seed poured into her and overflowed out her lips in fat gobs which plopped on to the floor of the metro car or dribbled down her thighs in sticky rivulets. The satisfied serpent hissed softly as he pulled out of her. Jean sighed in relief that it was over, only to tense up again when she felt the second snake penetrate her from behind.
With each penetration more and more cum is pushed out with a wet noise. He roughly slapped her ass in between thrusts, each blow left stinging red handprints on her buttocks. While the second snake was abusing her ass the third and fourth moved to her front and pushed their cocks in her face from either side.
"Sssssssuck it, sssssssslut!" hissed the one on her right side. Cowed she obeyed. She licked along the tip of his member, swirling her tongue across the underside of the bulbous head. She used her left hand to stimulate the other snake. Soon the snake she was licking became frustrated and grabbed the back of her head. He pushed her down on his cock until she gagged and struggled to escape.
After several more painful slaps Jean hears the snake behind her groan. He pulls out of her pussy at the last moment and shoots long ropes of cum across her ass and thighs. At the same time the snake in front of her grabbed her by the hair and savagely thrusts into her mouth until he too stiffened and sprayed deep in her throat. When he finally stopped spurting and released her Jean was gasping for breath and choking on the drippy reptilian cum.
The two remaining punks gave her no time to recover, the one standing to her left pressed into her mouth before she had a chance to fully catch her breath, the last snake standing behind her was a brawny specimen in a leather jacket and was clearly the leader of the group. He rubbed his cockhead across her cum splattered ass and then pressed against her asshole slowly and painfully he pushed the first inch inside her. Jean cries and whimpered around the thick member in her mouth as the punk penetrates her tight hole.
Using the two loads of sperm and Jean's own juices as lubricant the snake pulled out of her and then thrust all the way back in, down to the hilt. The snake in her mouth held her head in place to muffle her scream of pain. Perhaps he found her pain titillating, or perhaps he was just pent up. Whatever the case the punk immediately groaned and shot a second load down her throat, in even more volume than the first.
The four satisfied punks took up positions around the remaining pair as the snake pounded her ass. He grunted with each thrust as he slammed into her already sore buttocks which had already begun to bruise from the earlier abuse. Her legs and thighs were smeared with cum and juices, two loads in her pussy and two more in her mouth. Jean cried and closed her eyes tightly, fighting the pain and humiliation mixed with her helpless arousal.
The leader of the snakes increased his pace, thrusting deeper into her ass, and Jean felt fresh tears welling up in her eyes. After several more minutes of roughly fucking she feels an explosion of warmth deep in her stomach as the snake cums inside her ass. She orgasms explosively at the final indignity and the snake holds her against the wall of the metro car as the strength leaves her legs. She spasms helplessly for nearly thirty seconds with an mind shattering climax. Her convulsing pussy sprays juices and cum against her legs, the floor and the wall. Moments after that the bus driver called out the stop and Jean jumped in surprise.
"I-I have to get off." She whimpered.
"Sssssssee you next time ssssssslut." They hissed as one, "Remember, Tunnel Ssssssnakesssss rule!"
She heard their mocking laughter follow her off the metro car as she tried to pull her clothing back into some semblance of decency. Several passer-by looked at her speculatively, her top pulled out of shape so that both her breasts were exposed, her skirt rumpled above her waist and her legs and crotch coated in mixed sex juices. One of the snakes, the leader, pulled her off the street and into an alley.
"How wasssss that babe?"
"Perfect Butch," Jean said, tears and all signs of shame gone. "But I don't think we discussed having the whole gang in on it. I wanted to start small on the public stuff."
"Psssssssssshaw," he snorted derisively, "It ssssssseemssss like I would know your fetissssshessss well enough by now to know you would be up for a ssssssurprise. I brought the sssssspare clothessssss you assssked for."
He proffered a shopping back and Jean immediately pulled out a large beach towel and brown knit dress. She ditched the soiled clothing and cleaned off the cum stains with the towel. She pulled on the brown knit dress without underwear or bra, the hemline only came to just under her pussy lips, she knew that so much as lifting her arms would flash everyone around her. Which was just the way she liked it.
"Ssssssso we ssssstill on for the moviesssss tonight?" Butch asked her as she finished dressing.
"You know it stud. Pick me up after work and we can have a quickie before the show."
"Well then, sssssseee you then." Butch said as he took the shopping bag filled with the soiled clothes and sodden towel. Jean knew that he would ditch the bag and then head for his job at the café where he was a sous-chef. The Tunnel Snakes was really just a pretend gang in the end, some guys who went to college together and stayed in touch.
Feeling well satisfied and still basking in the afterglow Jean entered the office building and took the elevator to the penthouse workshop of Monet Lalonde. The day was off to a good start.